Kingxservant Stories

The year is 2019 and Merlin hasn't been able to get over himself, even after all these years. Arthur has been dead for centuries. After his death, Merlin was devastated and left Camelot. Years passed and Merlin hasn't aged much, if at all. Memories faded and some- most- have been erased. When something calls to Arthur, the king and the warlock are reunited. But for what reason and why now? Spoilers for season 5 Started: May 1, 2020

The last episode of Merlin rewritten and continued. It contains mostly angst and fluff I'm not sure if I wanna add smut or not so I'll update if I figure that out but yeah basically the ending they and Merthur fans deserve.

"Zana, when do you think you will get to be a king?" "Hm, very soon, Kaku. You will still be my servant, right?" "Of course i will! A loyal servant I will be. Serving you for anything and everything." A story about two boys in a relationship, a soon to be 'king' and his servant and how it all fell apart. Chapter 176, 178 and 185 spoiler warning. Don't say I didn't warn you... Cover page credit:zuk28(twitter) Characters by:Ken Wakui Izana:your quite a handful for a servant Kakucho:izana... Why did you protect me Kakucho:then you'll be the king right izana!? Izana:I'm sorry kakucho, but... Your the only one I have left Sorry for the angst :(

Of all the arts, dance is the most wonderful. And of all the entertainers that Lord Diavolo has seen in his time on the throne, you know that you will be the one to capture his interest. For even if he does not care for the personality you have hidden away, it is impossible to lose interest in the art of dance. It is simply too beautiful, and you are simply too good at it. ~Oneshot

The hall was silent in the way only palaces ever were, obedience echoing through stone. Jungkook stood at the foot of the dais, head bowed-not because he was small, but because the throne demanded it. Taehyung did not rise at once. A king never hurried toward what already belonged to him. "Lift your eyes." The command was soft. That made it crueler. The crown caught candlelight as Taehyung descended, unhurried, stopping far too close for mercy. "You thought what passed between us was a mistake," he said calmly. "A sin without a name. Let us correct that misunderstanding." The court doors opened. Witnesses gathered. "This servant was not taken," Taehyung declared. "He was chosen." Silence followed, heavy and absolute. "Choice," the King continued, "once made, is not undone by fear or regret. What has passed did not diminish him. It marked him." He turned back to Jungkook, voice lowered, inescapable. "You were shaped by my hand. Raised beyond your station because I willed it." Then, louder-final. "What is shaped by the Crown belongs to the Crown." "I do not deny what I claimed," Taehyung said, calm as law. "Kings do not steal. We assert." He leaned close, words carved into bone. "You are mine-not as spoil, but as oath. And I do not relinquish what is mine." Taehyung turned away. The matter settled. Jungkook remained where he stood, heart in ruins, belonging no longer a question-but a sentence.