❝ The future was yet to be written, uncertain in every way except one: there will be fire. When the dawn closed her eyes, she awoke in flames-a hellfire inferno burning as leaves on briar-thicket trees. A forest of thorns alight. A vision of the future yet to pass. Though she could run, she could not hide from the black magic dirge humming within her veins, and she could not escape it. No power on earth can change it, maleficence whispered. Tomes of antiquity spoke of the lone cure for such an ailment: an act of true love in its purest form-a treasure many would lay waste to a thousand armies to possess, a divine gift the poets of old bled sonnets in the name of. True love conquers all, they once wrote. But the shadows would not free her so easily, and as the dawn would come to see, not even the power of true love would be enough to grant her salvation.❞ 〔 arthur pendragon x aurora lothbrok 〕

"I heard that your pastries are the best in the kingdom." "Is that so, m'lord?" ♕♕ [extended description inside] [bbc merlin] [series 4 and so on] [sir gwaine x male oc] [slow updates]

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Merlin really was the court idiot. Was this what the Dragon had meant by halves of a whole? (I don't own anything.)

I decided to expand on my Methur fanfic, and start their story from the very beginning. Merlin is a young warlock who somehow finds himself as the manservant to the prince of Camelot. At first, he cannot stand his princely employer, but when the two start to spend more time together they realise that there may be a fine line between disgust and desire. © 2014, Chiara Sullivan. Cover credit: zazikelss.tumblr.com (used with permission).

"Arthur, I... I'm here. Don't worry you'll be alright. I promise." Merlin made Arthur drink the potion and he swallowed powerless. "Merlin.. I... feel sick... my mind is burning... all my body is burning..." He was suffering and Merlin felt sorry for him. "You can't think straight... Arthur please listen to me.. You'll get better. This high fever is only temporary. You' ll be fine.. I know it hurts now but" before he could finish the sentence, Arthur grabbed his face with all his remaining power. "Merlin there's something I want to say..."

"mijający mnie nieznajomy! nie wiesz nawet jak tęsknie spoglądam na ciebie, musisz być tym, którego szukałem lub tą, której szukałem, (jawi mi się to jak sen,) na pewno żyłem gdzieś z tobą szczęśliwie, wszystko to odtwarzam w pamięci, gdy przemykamy obok siebie, nieuchwytni, czuli, czyści, dorośli, dojrzałeś we mnie, byłeś we mnie chłopcem lub byłaś dziewczyną, jadałem z tobą i spałem, a twoje ciało nie należało do ciebie tylko, tak jak moje do mnie, rozkoszuję się twoimi oczami, twarzą i ciałem, a gdy się mijamy, ty zabierasz mą brodę, pierś i ręce w zamian, nie będę z tobą rozmawiał, ale będę myślał o tobie kiedy usiądę w samotności lub gdy w nocy obudzę się samotnie, będę czekał, bo wiem, że spotkam cię znowu, zadbam o to, żeby cię nie stracić" ~ walt whitman, "do nieznajomego"

What will Arthur do to save his manservant from a curse? Will Arthur finally realize how he feels about Merlin? How can a simple tradition turn deadly in the wrong hands? Read to find out.

"why did you never tell me?" "you'd have chopped my head off." ~•~ The Search for the great sorcerer Emrys has begun, and Arthur will stop at nothing until he is found and killed. How was he supposed to know the country boy he met in the lower town was exactly what he was searching for? 41k+ words ~•~ **also available on AO3, my user is FallingFlowers on there