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Merlin's time is upon him, once more he must lay his brood. But on the road, tired, having contractions, he must endure until he reaches the inn just a few miles away. He retreats to the most quiet room when he arrives; alone he begins his process, until Arthur knocks.
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Merlin's Dragon Lord blood is more draconic than not, Arthur finds Merlin and helps him deliver while contemplating what it means for his desires. Honestly, this is a tender, loving, magic reveal fic disguised as weird porn, enjoy!
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- Part 1 of The Secrets of Draconic Magic
Bookmarked by Blue_boy74
17 Mar 2026
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I loved this. Some angst but then very sweet and loving. Wish there was more 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️
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The first bad thing is that Merlin doesn't bring him breakfast.
Bookmarked by Blue_boy74
11 Mar 2026
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So sweet, some angst, and lots of spice. What more could you want 🥰🥰
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Wrath comes to him often when he meets with his father, and almost constantly as of late. It thrums across Arthur's bond with his mate, with gentle answering attempts to soothe him caressing his mind as his eyes land on the source of the hot food and the warm fire and the perfectly orderly room.
Merlin.
Arthur stares at him, and feels some of the tension melt because it always does when he's around Merlin. Merlin, who is so otherworldly and yet so human. Powerful and defiant and utterly lovely. Perfection made flesh. Magic made flesh.
Arthur loves him so very much.
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The wind changed.
There was something unright about the black wolf. Golden-eyed, whip-thin. Too long of snout and limb. Among the trees, he might have been a shadow thrown by a wholly different creature–or, from the angle of the light, by Arthur himself.
Arthur had never seen him; Arthur knew him. It couldn't be, and wouldn't be beneath the sun. But it was Wolf Moon now, and Arthur's pack was somewhere in the woods, going on without him, while Arthur stood frozen as a deer, naked paws on the leaf litter, naked fur beneath the white moon, too exposed away from the safety of the brush–because he was a fool who charged in, because he was the apex predator in these woods, until he wasn't.
As prince of the Camelot wolf pack, Arthur has fought his entire life to be worthy of his title and his father's pride. When he meets a strange wolf with a too-familiar scent on the first full moon of the new year, he must decide what's really worth fighting for.
Bookmarked by Blue_boy74
05 Mar 2026
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I love this one. So sweet, so spicy. It’s just perfect ❤️❤️❤️🥰