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Merlin has no reason whatsoever to trust Mordred, and more than a few reasons not to. He's seen the signs, been warned more than enough times, and all the energy he's wasted in the past trying to thwart the Dragon's prophecies pretty much just proves that the future is already decided. Destiny is painting Mordred as the villain, and so far, it's not been wrong.
Distrusting him is easier said than done, though, particularly when half of Camelot seems to think Merlin's hopelessly infatuated with him.
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12 Jul 2026
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Mordred has been quietly, devastatingly in love with Merlin since September — since a guest lecture on myth and memory where Merlin said something offhand and brilliant and Mordred's entire brain rearranged itself.
He signed up for Merlin's tutorial section like a man with no self-preservation instincts.
Merlin, PhD candidate and professional disaster, is completely oblivious. For now.
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06 Jul 2026
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“You-” Ygraine said, stepping up to point a finger in Uther’s face. “You are a liar and a murderer. The fact you think someone as sweet and caring as Vivienne is destined to marry you is a tragedy in itself, but if you expect me to hand over my brother’s rightful claim to Camelot’s throne-”
“My claim to Camelot’s throne,” Uther threw back, face growing more red as Arthur looked between his parents in utter bewilderment. Merlin didn’t blame him. He had envisioned Uther and Ygraine’s love story to be more… well, less based in war and battles.
Ygraine’s eyes narrowed as she grabbed a goblet of wine and threw it in Uther’s face. A few of the guards shifted, but Uther only raised a hand to pause them, spitting out the wine with furious eyes.
“You,” Ygraine said coldly. “Are unworthy to sit upon a stool, let alone a throne.”
From a few feet away, Balinor scoffed as he sipped from his own goblet. “I kind of like having her as a hostage, Uther. She livens up the place.”
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In a desperate attempt to save Arthur at Camlann, Merlin tries to reverse time. It works perhaps a tad too well.
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06 Jul 2026
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Purity and innocence, rebirth and resurrection, majesty and beauty. Wednesday’s eyes first find the cantor lilies by her hospital bed, the shadowed cousin of the calla lily. The symbolism of the flowers rises to the front of her mind, unbidden. And that’s when she sees Tyler at her bedside, slumped in a chair, scrubs askew.
What if Tyler had been cogent enough to tell someone about the dark methods Laurel used to manipulate him? What if instead of reigniting their enmity, the escape at Willow Hill brought Wednesday and Tyler closer together?
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23 Jun 2026