Long May It Burn (слэш)

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Arthur asks. For a few seconds, the silence feels like it heralds the rolling thunder—an incoming storm, so destructive it will tear down the castle. Then Merlin grins, and it’s a soft, forlorn little thing, and the thunder never comes.
“Sometimes,” he says, very, very quietly, in a way that Arthur didn’t know Merlin could sound like, “it turns out that fear is a little bit stronger than love.”