the dragon's roar
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the pale morning sings of forgotten things by habituallywastingtime
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
19 Dec 2025
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It’s a daily battle, reigning in his magic.
But there is something wrong with his magic and there is something wrong with Merlin.
As Merlin finishes working the buckles on Arthur’s armor, he feels a creaking in his bones.
The moment Balinor’s pulse finally stilled on the forest floor, Merlin’s magic changed. No longer is his magic a flower waiting to bloom in his cupped palms, it’s an animal backed into a corner waiting to sink its teeth into the ones who put it there. The mutt at his feet has lost its patience.
There’s a flint being struck under his skin, generating sparks, seeking dry brush to ignite and swallow in flame.
Merlin is terrified.
He isn’t a seer, never mastered the art of scrying, but even he knows something is looming over the horizon.
or Merlin’s Dragonlord powers let him shift into a dragon, things go to shit, and then there are more dragons.
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- Part 1 of the dragon's roar
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the way your world can alter (Mordred's Interlude) by habituallywastingtime
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
31 Dec 2025
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Mordred is left to deal with the aftermath of Merlin's capture.
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will not make sense if you don't read the first part.Series
- Part 2 of the dragon's roar
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the ways of the old, old winds blowin' back round by habituallywastingtime
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
24 Jun 2026
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As a child, Arthur didn’t know why he was kept away from the courtyard.
Or why it so often smelt… like that.
Until one morning, Sir Kay guided him to the balcony he’d only been allowed on sometimes. Only sometimes, because it looks over the courtyard.
His father was waiting for him, holding an arm out to beckon him closer. Arthur rushed in, latching himself onto his father’s side as it was so rarely permitted.
There was a crowd below him; he had never seen so many people in one place.
There was a pile of wood.
He remembers little outside of the way his eyes burned, how he at last understood that smell. He remembers forcing down his supper that night and emptying his stomach in the corridor before he could even reach his room.
Now he remembers it all.
He can’t feel the bruising stones under his knees, hardly tastes the leftover bile coating his mouth.
All he knows is the all-consuming realization that his greatest fear and anguish still holds the throne, even in his heart.
sequel to the pale morning sings of forgotten things
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- Part 3 of the dragon's roar