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Traitor. Merlin. Magic. Merlin. Traitor. Friend. Sorcerer. Merlin.
The words seemed to lose their meaning the more Arthur tried to make sense of them, bleeding in and through each other like ink dissolving in water. The only fact he knew to be true – absolutely, permanently, irrevocably true – was that Merlin was dead.
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30 Jul 2026
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What if no one is around when Arthur rises from the lake,
what if Arthur is left to make his own way, towards the warm feeling guiding his soul.
With a knights mindset in the modern world.A fairly sappy warm take on Arthur rising and finding Merlins new life in his little tudor house with his big grey cat
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- Part 1 of The second life of Arthur Pendragon
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28 Jul 2026
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When Arthur notices the scars on Merlin, he sets off to find out why a servant of all people has such marks and discovers that Merlin might not be all that he seems.
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"Gaius sighed, 'That’s the problem, my boy. It’s so rare that it hasn’t been seen in over a generation. The only account I could find was limited. The patient had fallen in love with a married man who did not love her, and she had started to develop a cough that had produced flowers rather than mucus. A post-mortem examination found that a flower had magically planted itself in the woman’s lungs and had wrapped around her heart.'"
In which Merlin develops Hanahaki disease, but mysteriously does not die from it.
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25 Jul 2026
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The body of a Prince was not like anyone’s. His hand only ever held others in a firm handshake, and rarely without gloves. Sometimes he would raise the delicate hands of noble ladies to his lips for a brief kiss, but it was all out of propriety. He rarely touched others, but what was even rarer was others touching him. The only ones who dared were his knights, and even they only smacked his shoulder or patted his back in friendly roughhousing. Gripping each other’s arms before battle was the most heartfelt touch they exchanged. Lingering soft touches were not done. Any lingering touch on his person could be interpreted as political movements. After all, Arthur’s body wasn’t his own. It never had been. He was Camelot’s first and foremost. Even above his own needs and wants.
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25 Jul 2026