Sprog



Recent bookmarks

  1. Rec *

    Tags
    Summary

    + 1 Time Someone Saw Exactly Who He Was

    Everyone knows Camelot has an all-powerful Court Sorcerer. Not everyone knows who it is, though.
    And when they run into humble, bumbling Merlin... well, let's just say there are misunderstandings all around.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    4,394
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    30
    Kudos:
    989
    Bookmarks:
    148
    Hits:
    4,938

    07 Aug 2026

  2. Rec 42

    Tags
    Summary

    “Tell me your names- every name you have ever been known as," said the fae. "That is all I require; then you may cross my bridge.”
    This is why Merlin hated leaving the Citadel.

    Or: One of those wonderful fics where 'everyone must reveal their names, putting Merlin in a considerable predicament', but this time its not Merlin with a secret he's been hiding. Gwaine brought this upon himself.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,561
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    33
    Kudos:
    259
    Bookmarks:
    42
    Hits:
    1,176

    01 Aug 2026

  3. Rec *

    Summary

    (x) hear then, if you will, the tale of a true king.

    Words:
    25,434
    Works:
    4
    Bookmarks:
    294

    14 Sep 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    W4

  4. Rec *

    Summary

    A (soon-to-be) trilogy exploring the implications of Merlin and Arthur travelling back in time with all their memories in tact.

    Words:
    92,342
    Works:
    2
    Bookmarks:
    209

    03 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    W2

  5. Rec 78

    Tags
    Summary

    Anhora breathed out, his gaze resting on the son who was fading away. Another of his pure-hearted creatures disappearing because of glory and hatred, because of ignorance and deceit.

    His eyes then shifted to the boy who had held, cradled, the head of Anhora’s son, Estel, in his hands.

    “I’m so sorry,” he was whispering, “I’m so very sorry.”

    Anhora allowed a faint smile to disturb his solemn expression, a glimmer of light in the grim darkness.

    At least, he thought, someone who still cared did exist.

    “Arthur Pendragon,” Anhora spoke to the soul of the hunter who had just arrived, a look of pride of the kill he had just made, killing an innocent with his actions, “the judgment of your heart has only just begun.”

    We’ll see what kind of friend you are, he thought, vanishing as the boy’s blue gaze found him.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    8,363
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    16
    Kudos:
    596
    Bookmarks:
    78
    Hits:
    5,182

    28 Jul 2026