BBC MERLIN
spindle fire

with a spindle's touch,
she wakes in flames. 

❝ There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we would cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more.

We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?

I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision. ❞

TWIN FLAMES
Lang Leav

SPIN THE STRAW INTO GOLD AND IT SHALL BECOME YOUR CROWN, CAME THE PROMISE THAT STARTED IT ALL.

Tangled in a web of her father's lies, a lowly miller's daughter cried out to the shadows cold, Deliver me, I beg! For I cannot turn this straw into gold.

All magic comes with a price. A deal must be made, the shadows whispered with glee. Sign away your firstborn child to me and from this tower, you will soon be free.

A deal was struck—blood for gold, a daughter for a crown.

To the shadows the child was cast, at woodland's edge left and never seen again. The kingdom mourned its lost princess, but the frost-hearted queen was without regret, for she had her straw-spun crown and royal-blood son. She was a lowly miller's daughter no more, but a savior exalted—a queen with such power to hold.

But the forsaken daughter did not rest; by her anger, consumed until she was just another shadow...

AND EVER DARKER SHE GREW.

MALEFICENCE ATHIRST FOR VENGEANCE ROSE TO ECLIPSE THE LAND AND IN ITS WAKE, THE INNOCENT DAWN WAS FORCED TO PAY RECOMPENSE FOR SINS OF THE PAST.

A curse so dark, so twisted and cruel was perfected and cast—the sleeping death became one with her blood, the shadow's flame like a noose around her beach and a world of fairytale crumbled to ash.

Crossing stars and storms, the dawn was brought to a safe haven in a kingdom afar. A kingdom where destinies, trials, blessings and true love would become one in crown jewel beauty. It was there, in the very heart of Camelot, she would bloom among the sinners and the saints. There she would remain until that fateful day.

With every passing year, the seeds of her own destiny would continue to grow. Some as wildflowers abloom, others as wintertide gloom.

The future was yet to be written, uncertain in every way except one: there will be fire.

When the dawn closed her eyes, she awoke in flames—a hellfire inferno burning as leaves on briar-thicket trees. A forest of thorns alight. A vision of the future yet to pass. Though she could run, she could not hide from the black magic dirge humming within her veins, and she could not escape it.

No power on earth can change it, maleficence whispered.

Tomes of antiquity spoke of the lone cure for such an ailment: an act of true love in its purest form—a treasure many would lay waste to a thousand armies to possess, a divine gift the poets of old bled sonnets in the name of. True love conquers all, they once wrote.

BUT THE SHADOWS WOULD NOT FREE HER SO EASILY, AND AS THE DAWN WOULD COME TO SEE, NOT EVEN THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE WOULD BE ENOUGH TO GRANT HER SALVATION.

AURORA LOTHBROK
࿐ྂ
❝ the flesh and bone angel
who felt like a graveyard ❞

❝ i have loved you since i was a boy. do
you really believe i would let any power
—divine or mortal—keep me from this?
from you? gods and kings and armies
of a thousand men could try, but i would lay
them all to waste because you are the love
of my life. aurora, you are my north star...
and I will never give up. ❞

— ARTHUR to AURORA

ARTHUR PENDRAGON
࿐ྂ
❝ the phoenix king who burned
in the light of the sun. ❞

❝ Their hands meet
and light spills in a flood
like a hundred golden urns
pouring out of the sun. ❞

THE SONG OF ACHILLES
Madeline Miller

❝ a flower a day for two
and a half years...

and still it took you this long
to know my love for you. ❞

ACT I: THE MADNESS OF LOVE

ACT II: SHE WAKES IN FLAMES

ACT III: GRAVEYARD OF DREAMS

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the THE AGE OF FAIRYTALES series

SPINDLE FIRE ━━ arthur pendragon x aurora lothbrok

TBD ━━ tbd x tbd

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 1/29/2017 (original)
12/27/2024 (rewrite)
𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 | to be determined.
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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑  | I do not own BBC's Merlin, Disney's Sleeping Beauty, or Disney's Maleficent duology. I do, however, own the burning forest of thorns guarded by a wraith, which came to me in a dream—my dreams are concerning, I know. It's fine.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Later on, at the very least, there will be a presence of deteriorating mental health, possible suicidal thoughts/behaviors, violence, and a lot of my typical angst. Religion will also have a presence in this story, as well as familial abuse and sexual innuendos/slight sexual content. More will be added as needed.

Author's note: Oh hello!!! Originally this rewrite had its own separate book, but there are some comments readers left on this one that are just so wholesome and precious that I didn't want to be lost, so here we are rewriting this over the original book and cringing at my writing from five years ago. ❤️

Aurora is my first hardcore original character ever created. This story first came to be in 2016 (first published on this site in 2017) and its come a long way since then, as has she. While a lot about the story has changed, Aurora remains the same snarky bitch as she's always been and inspired by these delightful, bizarre combination of women.