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Merlin has failed his destiny. This is true, and has been true for a thousand years. Without Arthur to unite Albion, the magic of the world has started to disappear and fall apart, until the world itself has started tearing to pieces. Merlin finds himself, alone and alive at the end of the world, trying to find a moment of peace before the world tears him apart, the void taking him lucky last.
But then Kilgharrah, who shouldn't even be alive, finds him, and takes him to what remains of The Fates, who tell him that he could have a second chance. He can't keep his memories, but they can send him back to a point in time of his choosing, with a single message. Fueled by centuries of reflection and regret, Merlin knows exactly what to choose.
He chooses to let Uther die.
The night before Uther's fight with the Black Knight. The message?
Give the sword to Arthur. Now.
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01 Feb 2026
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“Arthur." Merlin's voice calls, through the haze of cold and the devastation of death. He lays his forehead against Arthur's back, in-between his shoulder blades when he refuses to turn, blinking the tears from his gaze and holding his head high. “Arthur.” Merlin pleads, forehead still against his back, long fingers holding tightly onto the king's arms, before he rises his face to press a kiss to the back of Arthur's neck and noses along his hair. “Turn around.”
(in which Arthur goes back in time, to find Merlin right after having lost him).
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28 Jan 2026
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Across centuries of plagues, wars, and new names for old cruelties, Merlin endures. After Camlann he walks the long road alone, a sorcerer who will not die and a lover who cannot forget. When grief finally tears a seam in time, he falls back into Camelot on the first day of his destiny. This time Merlin is smarter, quiet where he must be, ruthless where it counts, and determined to change fate for his golden-haired king.
“That’s not very knightly of you, darling,” he called, voice lazy as a cat sunning on a sill.
Arthur turned. Blue eyes, quick and keen and infuriatingly curious, flicked over him. “Excuse me?”
“Using a servant as a moving target.” Merlin tipped his head toward the boy trotting in a circle, the shield clattering against his spine. “It’s crude. If you wanted to show off, you could have asked me to watch. I make an excellent audience.
A squire choked. The boy stumbled to a grateful halt.
Arthur’s mouth flattened into the princely version of a smile’s shadow. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Handsome, overconfident, dangerously good with his hands,” Merlin said. “Likes knives more than apologies. I’ve met your type.”A.k.a Merlin fixes destiny with flirting,
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28 Jan 2026
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The final battle happened and Merlin would not let Arthur die. So Arthur finds himself back in the past when his father was still king. Arthur decides to change things to do what is best for Camelot, and HIS Merlin.
Normal humans don't survive time travel, but Merlin made sure Arthur survived...
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- Part 9 of Meowmix's Merlin Stories
- Part 1 of Time Traveling Arthur
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27 Jan 2026
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In Camelot, magic is forbidden, and omegas are born to obey.
Arthur Pendragon — the heir prince, raised as a weapon, knowing neither doubt nor mercy. Magic took his mother from him, and therefore magic must be destroyed. So his father taught him. So the law decrees.Merlin — prince of a distant kingdom, master of dragons, an omega. The child of a union that once changed the world, and a man destined to become king.
The tournament, meant as a gesture of fragile peace, becomes the spark of war.
The king’s murder — the beginning of a reign.
And love — a form of violence.
This is a story of prophecies that come true because people believe in them.
Of a crown that demands blood.
And of the fact that sometimes the enemy is the one who wished to possess, not to save.Bookmarked by Lleweemi
26 Jan 2026