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Merlin is a god. Merlin will guide the once and future king of Albion into greatness.

Merlin is a kid, who knows none of his destiny. Ever since he was little in the darkness of the night he’d hear another boys voice in the back of his mind. The boy sounded about his age but it must’ve been his imagination. Merlin continues to believe this though he cannot ignore the pleading boy he’s never met. The voice always seems to be crying wishing for a different life. One away from his father who in Merlin’s opinion is a piece of shizzle. The voice pleads for a mother, for the comforting hold of a loved one. This is a privilege Merlin could afford. He always wished the boy in his mind could come live with him and his mother. In their tiny home he’d be loved and maybe he wouldn’t cry.

Merlin grew and with that so did his magic. He still heard the boy but he heard other voices. Wishing for freedom, escape from death, but the boys still had a stronghold in the young warlocks mind.

His mother sent him to Camelot. A dangerous place for someone like him but he trusted her and she trusted Giaus. The day he arrived he heard two voices almost immediately. ‘Please save me’ and ‘I’m sorry’ both voices sounded desperate. Merlin saw the townspeople gathered a man brought to be put to the slaughter. The king voice rained out from above “today we have yet another example of magic users. Magic is an evil thing that we must rid from our world before it overtakes it.” Merlin couldn’t find his breath. The glint of metal in the sun ‘please please I’m not ready to die’. In an instant the man was dead. Slaughtered as if an animal.

Merlin had saved the Prince from a witch ironic right? Not. The Prince was a absolute nightmare. But still in the quite of the night laid in his new room he hears the boys voice again ‘please someone hear me. I can’t I can’t’. Something itches in Merlin’s brain he feels like he can recognize the voice. He must’ve gone mad.

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Just a little idea I had since I’ve read a couple fics where Merlin was a God who heard prayers. I’m think he can either hear people with magic or people connected to his destiny. And like when they’re on a mission they come across an abandoned Druid camp and Merlin finds an altar for himself. But this me shizzing around

“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

My favorite thing about Peter Parkedcar is that if you go back to this first movie. Peter (of earth-1610) has the same fricking car in his little spider cave.

PETER PARKEDCAR

this is cinema. to me

petition to shorten "classic literature" to "clit"

i'm curious to know the ratio of writers to readers on ao3 so here's a poll. when i say writer, i mean people who have published works on ao3, doesn't matter if it's once, or if it was ages ago, or if it's a regular occurrence. when i say reader, i mean people who have never published a work on ao3. the reader vote still counts if you don't have an account on ao3. if you're a writer who is also an active reader, please still click on the "writer" option!

please do boost this so it reaches a larger sample space!

Imagine Merlin reading all the Arthurian books, watching every movie, TV show, animated series etc about Arthurian mythology, because he wants to feel at least something that reminds him home

One day he'll stop doing it alone. And for the first time he will laugh about how goofy some of those movies are. There will be a person who will laugh with him.

Because the world will never know their little truth.