A/N: In which Merlin's excuses haven't gotten any better nor his predicaments any less ridiculous. Or: In Which Merlin Really Needs a Tan.
"That's very offensive, you know!"
"Wh-what?"
"Just because I clawed my way out of a grave and happen to be rather pale does not mean I'm a vampire!"
"We - "
"And even if I had been that's no excuse for screaming and pointing like that! Do you have any idea how rude that is?"
"So you're - you're not a vampire?"
"No! I'm a warlock if you must know."
"Then why were you down there?"
"Perfectly legitimate reasons!"
"Oh. What?"
"Pardon?"
"What were your reasons?"
" . . . I can't actually remember."
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Merlin Headcanons
Fanfiction. . . As well as theories, drabbles, and rants on ships.
