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So um Merthur? Check out my AO3 or my fic A Secret Greater Than Magic Or stickers Regret-nothing.redbubble.com She/her

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Let's Try This Again - POSTED!

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“I’m in love with you Arthur Pendragon,” Merlin says and his eyes close.

A time travel what if fic where Merlin somehow is able to push Arthur out of the way of Mordred’s blade and Arthur is allowed to go back in time to try and change everyone’s fate.

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I'm absolutely devastated to hear of Anthony Head's passing. RIP, Sir.

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Anthony Stewart Head (1954-2026) 🕊️

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Rest In Peace

I was on my way home from work when I found out about Anthony Head's passing and it was truly jarring. A man so near and dear to this fandom is gone. I hope wherever his soul rests he still gets to play his pink Nitendo DS.

King Uther, may he rest in peace.

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Pride Pendragon Stickers

Pride month is in a little over a week away so I wanted to remind the internet that I sell the pendragon crest shield stickers (and magnets) but in various lgbt+ flags!

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Merlin’s magic was for Arthur, so do any of you think that after The Battle of Camlann Merlin stopped using his magic for a long time? Then when he finally did use his it he only used it out of necessity?

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@merthurmicrofic | prompt: bruise | ~900 words

Arthur's cheek smarts as he pushes through the doors to his rooms. He shouldn't be surprised; he knew to expect his father's anger after defying orders so blatantly. Really, he's lucky that all he will be left with is a mild bruise—which will no doubt develop a throbbing yellow-purple ache in the coming days, but be easily explained away as a result of sparring with the knights.

Arthur is gearing up for a, in his humble opinion, very well-deserved session of brooding at his desk when a metallic clatter cuts through the droning in his head, alerting him to another presence in the room. He tenses, previously-unfocused eyes honing in on his manservant's bustling frame.

He had, impossibly, forgotten Merlin, in the space between leaving to meet with the king and now.

While normally, one should expect one's servants to be an unobtrusive presence in the background of any necessary brooding, Merlin is anything but. The idiot probably wouldn't know unobtrusive if he had his face shoved in a pile of it. Manure, however...

"Well? How did it go?" Merlin asks, immediately proving Arthur's point.

Arthur attempts to come up with something suitably scathing and dismissive—maybe something to get Merlin to shut up entirely, whatever sort of miracle that would be—but finds he doesn't have the energy for it.

"Fine," he says instead. He swallows. "My father was—unhappy. But that was to be expected. He'll get over it."

He is silent then, realizing only that he is subconsciously awaiting some idiotic remark from Merlin when none comes. Looking up, he finds Merlin just—watching him, inexplicably, his face tense.

There is a kind of focus building in Merlin's eyes that throws Arthur off-balance. He has seen it before, but only in scattered, fleeting moments that carry in them always the sense of something fathomless lingering under the surface of his simpleton manservant. Like a serpent coiled underwater, scales glinting, only to fade back beneath the bubbling tide in the next second—such moments always seem to pass before Arthur can so much as blink, and then Merlin is only Merlin again: garish, incompetent, tripping-over-his-own-two-feet Merlin.

Arthur half wants to order Merlin to just stop looking at him, but that would be ridiculous. Childish.

"What?" he snaps, glaring and hoping it has the same effect.

It does not. If anything, Merlin only gets more intense. He comes around the desk from where he'd sat Arthur's dinner—he'd brought him dinner, Arthur recognizes faintly; it was the clatter of the tray that must have startled him before—and walking towards him with slow, deliberate steps.

"Your cheek," Merlin says. It isn't a question.

The pointedness rakes like nails across Arthur's skin. He bristles, readying to spit back, it's just a bruise, Merlin, don't be such a girl, or it happened on the ride back to Camelot, even though they both know perfectly well that Arthur's face was pristine when they parted ways barely an hour ago. The fact that he feels the need to defend against his manservant is preposterous.

Then Merlin says, "You're bleeding."

Arthur opens his mouth to protest—but stops, taking stock of the acuteness of the sting below his eye.

Remembering how his father's ring had glinted on the back of the hand he'd been struck with.

The protest still comes, but in the form of a foggy, half-hearted "Merlin..." that reveals altogether too much for comfort.

Merlin shakes his head anyway, like he knew what Arthur had been planning to say and is having none of it. His jaw tightens visibly. He places a hand on Arthur's bicep, pushing him over to the bed with surprising strength for one so rodent-like.

"Sit down," Merlin says.

Arthur sits. Any token protests about princes not taking orders from their servants stay dry in his throat.

Merlin strides over to the washbasin, then returns with a smaller bucket of water and a fresh rag for cleaning. His touch is a shock: one hand holding Arthur's jaw to tilt his face upwards, fingers pressing gently into the bone, while the other swipes with the warm, damp cloth along the place where the skin has split.

Breath hitching, Arthur lets himself be handled.

He doesn't know what makes him feel the need to say it. Ordinarily, there would be nothing to even stop—no part of Merlin that would be dangerous to a fly, much less to the king of Camelot—but there is something in him now, quiet and sharp-edged and dangerous, that shakes Arthur's conviction.

He swallows. "Merlin," he says. "You can't—do anything."

It is a plea as much as it is an order (more, so much more than it is an order): Please, don't do anything. Don't give him any reason to hurt you.

Merlin's eyes dart down to Arthur's—dark still, furious still. And Arthur realizes at once that that is what he is seeing. Merlin is not merely confused or upset, but furious—and not the shouty, indignant kind of anger that always makes Arthur want to poke him with a stick to see what comes out.

Merlin smiles, and it is as once as ineffectual as watching someone try to bridle a horse with butcher's twine.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sire."

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This was shamelessly inspired by @julia-with-luv's fic for the bruise prompt, specifically the mention of Arthur coming back from Uther's study one day with a bruise on his cheek and watching Merlin go "from a guileless boy to a furious man before his very eyes". Because it possessed me. Hope u do not mind, stranger :P

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Let’s Try This Again FANFIC SPOILER

“I’m in love with you Arthur Pendragon,” Merlin says and then his eyes close.

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This isn’t what this blog is about but I just finished Heated Rivalry, finally, and I have no one to talk about it with! If anyone wants to yap with me send me a message!

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Let’s Try This Again (New fic!)

During the battle of Calman Arthur is saved from Mordred by Merlin, however Merlin is the one that takes the hit, and as he is dying confesses two things to Arthur, his magic and his love for the king. Arthur confesses he loves Merlin as well, however it is too late and Merlin is gone.

In Arthur’s grief he shouts, and something hears him and he is granted an opportunity. Arthur gets to go back in time, gets a chance to do things right and gets a chance to be with Merlin. As long as he holds up his end of the deal.

Coming Soon to AO3!

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What could Merlin gift Arthur?

So its Christmas and it got me thinking, Arthur would have plenty of things that he would be able to gift Merlin for solstice/yule being the prince and all, but we all know Merlin would be thoughtful enough to want to gift back, but I truly can’t think of anything (probably due to a lack of sleep) so if anyone has any ideas let me know!

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Has anyone else seen the ads for the new “Rise of Merlin” show? First of all it gave me freaking whiplash second, I’m sorry but I highly doubt it will ever match what this fandom has. Like this is a screenshot from it and I’m sorry but it will never serve c*nt like the bbc Merlin does. Like sorry no, not my land of myth and definitely not my time of magic. (No hate to the actors or anyone else that’s just doing their jobs)

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Anyone else just want to yell with someone about Merthur with but your friends aren’t as into it as you because that’s me right now.

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More spoilers for my upcoming sequel fic!

Tags, patricide and regicide.

That’s it that’s the spoilers.

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What should my next fanfic be?

Arthur Time Travel fix it

Modern Au/continuation

Voting ended onDec 6, 2025

So I’m thinking of starting a second fic, seeing if it helps with my writers block and I want to know which idea I should do. 1) a time travel fix it but Arthur is the one that goes back and he knows about Merlin’s magic, or 2) a modern continuation AU where Merlin, Arthur and the squad have to return magic to the world?

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Fanfic idea. What if Arthur can’t rise until Merlin comes to terms with his true feelings? Like until Merlin realizes he’s in love with Arthur he can’t come back.