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The knights had sprung to their feet. Percival and Elyan had pulled him back, while Arthur and Leon stood in front. Lancelot and Gwaine were flanking them, the latter showing none of the alcohol sickness he had been prior.
But Mordred’s eyes were fixated on the wall and the text therein.
The left option stood there, upon the wall, like a tantalizing invitation, a riddle within a mystery; the right option seemed like both a warning and a reprieve from the unknown.
Mordred suddenly found himself unable to breathe.
OR:After waking up in an unfamiliar and barren room, Arthur and the Knights are forced into solving a mystery which only brings about more questions than it answers. Worst of all, Mordred fears the secrecy of sorcery will only get more jeopardized.
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Lady Enid managed two days in Camelot before the council composed a formal letter to Arthur questioning Lady Enid’s sanity, and by proxy, his own. [...]
Gwaine sat up and leaned in next to him on the grass, reading over Merlin’s shoulder. “See there, Lord Ellis claims she called him a toad.”
“She did not,” Merlin said and held up the two papers in front of him, “but I marked down the page. She said something about him ‘frogging around’ the issue and, ‘having no leg to stand on’, it was difficult to see how he could ‘jump to such conclusions’.”
Gwaine guffawed and laid down again, his armour clanking as he began to tug on the buckles. “So, she called him a legless toad.”
Merlin settled back against the tree. “I’m impressed Lord Ellis even caught it.”Or: When Arthur invited Lady Enid to inspect Camelot, Merlin thought Arthur lost his mind, but when he lets her stay to wreak further havoc in Camelot, unveiling secrets, upsetting status quos and campaining for a Merlin's own political advancement - be it by marriage or by cunning alone - Merlin is sure Arthur has gone insane for good.
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- Part 2 of Inspecting Camelot
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13 Oct 2025
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Merlin can’t remember the last time he’s locked his bedroom door, if ever. But he chooses not to think about it. He merely sulks his way back to his bed, taking a moment to contemplate taking off his trousers and tunic from the night before. He decides not to think about that either.
Instead, he decides not to think at all. He just falls back into his bed, covers up his body more so in shame than for warmth, and closes his eyes.
Basically Merlin is sexually assaulted and this story follows how he and everyone else deals with it.
Spoiler alert: THEY DON'T HANDLE IT WELL.
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13 Oct 2025
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The particulars of what happened, Arthur decided, were not important at the time. What was important was why Lancelot stood in the doorway to his room holding a child—no, toddler?—who thrashed and kicked until he ended up being held upside down. The child, even more importantly, looked suspiciously like Merlin.
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07 Jun 2025
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“You don’t seem like a king.”
Arthur lowered the scroll onto his lap and peered over at the child, curious and maybe a little offended. “Why not?”
Merlin shrugged. “You don’t sound like a king, for one.”
“And pray tell, Merlin, how is a king supposed to sound?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Strong. Powerful.” Suddenly Merlin sat up straight, puffing his chest out and pinching his face into a rugged scowl. His voice pitched low, sounding odd in his young body. “My name’s Arthur Pendragon,” he imitated theatrically.
Arthur couldn’t help his amused snort at his antics. “Wrong," he said, returning to the scroll. "A king doesn’t have to say his name, the people would already know it.”
Merlin smiled, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “A good king doesn’t,” he mumbled under his breath, obviously still intending for Arthur to hear.
“The only reason I don’t ‘sound like a king’ is because I have to put up with all your insolence.”
That gloating smile grew on Merlin’s lips and Arthur knew he was going to lose this battle. “A good king wouldn’t put up with that either.”
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07 Jun 2025