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namelessalessandra · 1 year

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The prince of my heart

Arthur Pendragon x reader

Plot: you were forced to marry Arthur Pendragon but not everything goes according to plan until…

Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I think but if you find any, tell me and I’ll add them

Plus English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

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When I was told that I would marry Prince Arthur Pendragon I was so happy, I had heard so many good stories about him, his courage, his loyalty, and I was sure that mine would be a happy marriage, that I would be envied by every lady in the realm. Then came the wedding day, I was woken up at dawn so I could prepare myself perfectly, to match the beauty of my soon to be husband. I crossed the aisle to reach him in front of all the imported members of the kingdom with trembling legs and an excited smile, and for a few moments, as they made us husband and wife, Arthur smiled at me sweetly. For a moment I really believed I had realised my dream. Until, immediately after the ceremony, during the banquet, I realised the looks he directed at his half-sister's servant. Gwen, over time I had learned that to be her name. Arthur spent only a few nights with me, to carry out his task as a husband, and the rest of the time he took refuge in his royal tasks, ignoring me altogether. I had learned not to let it hurt me, I had become friends with Morgana and we spent a lot of time together, chatting, reading, walking. She had the foresight not to put me and her servant in the same room at the same time, not because I could do something unpleasant, but because she cared about my suffering, and had the sensibility of not throwing in my face that my husband was in love with another. A woman who had nothing in common with me and whom I could never replace. No matter how hard I try, bringing him food when I know he doesn't have time to reach the room to sit at the table with us, no matter how hard I try to understand him, help him, to take away the burden that weighs on his shoulders, due to having to carry the crown one day. The only answer I get, in return, is the humiliation of seeing him smile and chattering amiably in public with Gwen. The same Gwen who now pours wine to him, blushing at something he's telling her, but that I, despite being by her side, can't hear.

-Do you like the party, dear husband?- I decide to ask, when the brunette walks away from him. Arthur turns to look at me for a single moment before returning to enjoy the show of the dancers in front of us while nodding his head

-A lot, wife. Thank you. Although I have to admit that I don't understand why you may have organised all this, when in the village many complain that they don't have enough food to feed themselves- his words hit me like blades. Merlin, who had approached us perhaps to say something to his master, freezes on the spot and takes a worried look at me. Sometimes it happened that he found me in some secluded corner of the castle, so as not to be seen while I was crying, and tried to console me. I sketch a smile at him looking at me with pity, holding back my tears and clearing my voice.

-This is why I asked for a party to be held in the village as well, so that everyone can celebrate the endeavours and successes of their future king, and can eat as they deserve. Now if you will excuse me I'm very tired, I think I'll go to rest- I just answer, I move the chair away and, without him deigning me of a look, I leave the room. One of the first things I asked, after understanding Arthur's feelings towards Gwen, was to have a bedroom of my own. My husband did not discuss my application at all and had me prepare rooms where I could stay, and where he comes to visit me when he has to fulfil his task. Over time, this room has become my refuge, and days happen when I don't go out at all, letting Elizabeth, my personal servant, bring me food. When I close the door behind me and lean against it to take deep breaths, I hear the sound of footsteps and then a hand knocking.

-(Y/N), it's me, dear. Open the door- Morgana's voice comes to me muffled by the wood, I hurry to dry my cheeks moistened by the few tears that escaped me and effort a smile as I open the door. She hugs me, right after closing the door behind her.

-Arthur is an ungrateful fool. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and you'll see if he won't bring you more respect soon. All the ladies have heard his answer and are doing nothing but comment- she whispers to me angrily, as she passes a hand through my hair to untie them from the hairstyle I had prepared specifically for him.

-It's all right, Morgana. There is no need for you to talk to him- I murmur away from his arms, before finding myself bent in two by pain, with broken breath.

-(Y/N), what's going on? I call someone right away, I'm going to call Gaius- exclaims the alarmed brunette, I try to tell her that there is no need, that in my condition it is normal, my mother always told me, to prepare me and not be scared, but from my mouth comes nothing but a moan of pain. Morgana, therefore, helps me sit on the bed and runs out. A few minutes later he returns followed by Gaius, but my pain is waning.

-I would still like to carry out checks, if it's okay with you- proposes the old man, and although I try to refuse, the princess insists that my health be checked and so some time later Gaius is confirming what until now for me was a hypothesis that I was hiding behind wider skirts.

-You are pregnant, my lady- her words are followed by a shocked verse of Morgana looking at me excitedly. With my heart in my throat I sit down

-I ask you, please, not to tell anyone. Not yet. I'll think about making the announcement. Please- I ask letting my gaze swing from one to the other. They both nod, understanding, and let me rest.

The next day I decide to stay in the room all morning, Elizabeth brings me food and Morgana comes to visit me to keep some company. She asks me to join them for dinner and I don't want to disappoint her. So I get ready, wearing one of my most beautiful dresses and, slowly, I walk to the room where we will eat. As soon as I enter I have just enough time to hear voices arguing before hiding so I can listen. The parlour is still empty, except for Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

-What do you want me to tell you, Morgana? We are married and I do my best with her, but I still don't know her so well- Arthur's voice is annoyed, I hear the sound of wine being poured and then Morgana talking.

-You could at least stop the rumours that are going around, you are the prince and she is your wife. You should bring her more respect- scolds him -if you knew how sad she was last night for how you addressed her, after spending the whole week organising that stupid banquet, also taking care that the people received part of the food so as not to upset them- she continues, stubborn. Arthur sighs and, before things can degenerate, I decide to fake my arrival as if I hadn't listened to anything.

-(Y/N), what a nice thing to see you. Tonight you look great! - exclaims Morgana, the first to see me. Merlin gives me a smile as Arthur turns to look at me and stands up coming towards me.

-I apologise for my behaviour last night, (Y/N), I should have been nicer to you- he turns to me as he moves my chair to make me sit down. I smile at him, pretending not to know that his words are only due to the half-sister' request, and I take a seat. When Uther also reaches us, we eat in silence. Morgana, sitting in front of me, throws looks at me smiling. She wants me to make my announcement but I don't feel ready yet.

-I think (Y/N) wants to announce something- she says out of the blue, I incinerate her with my eyes when everyone's eyes are on me. With my heart in my throat I rest my cutlery next to the plate and clear my voice, but when I open my mouth to speak my head starts spinning quickly and, when I try to get up, I lose my balance and fall. Arthur grabs me in time, preventing me from hurting myself and everything becomes very confusing.

I open my eyes again to find myself in a room that is not mine. I look around confused. I remember my head spinning like crazy and then everything went dark. I try to get up, recognising Arthur's room.

-Easy, you're still not strong enough to get up, Gaius said to be careful. That in your condition you shouldn't get tired- it's my husband's voice the first thing I hear, a few seconds later it appears in my field of view. Between his hands he has a tray full of food and puts it on my legs before arranging my pillow and asking me how I feel. As an answer I move the head up and down, scrutinising what's on the tray.

-I asked the cook to prepare your favourite dishes and brought them to you so you don't have to get out of bed- explains noticing my obvious confusion. I mention a smile before murmuring a thank you and drink some orange juice. Silence reigns for a few moments.

-Why didn't you tell me, (Y/N)?- Arthur asks while I'm chewing some meat. Judging by the sunlight it must be early afternoon. I feel disoriented and I would like to burst into tears in front of his disappointed look, so I down mine.

-I wasn't sure until the night of the party. When I returned to my room, an illness struck me while talking to Morgana and Gaius came to check my health. He gave me the confirmation and... I was thinking about the right way to tell you, the perfect opportunity. I didn't want to bother you as with the party- I murmur in a low voice, Arthur doesn't answer me right away, in fact he takes his place by my side, on the free side of the bed. Hunger has passed so I move the tray away but he puts it back on my legs.

-I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Ever since we got married, I've done everything to keep you away from me, hiding behind my duties, because I was afraid. I remember my father's suffering when my mother died, she accompanied him for much of my childhood, and even now when someone appoints her, sadness can be seen in his eyes. I didn't want us to bond sentimentally because I'm terrified that what happened to them could happen to us, I was convinced that if I kept you away... we could become friends and nothing more- he confides and when I look up, in the middle of his speech, I meet his gaze full of regret and sadness.

-But with Gwen you don't seem to be so terrified- I comment, playing with a piece of bread next to the meat still almost completely intact. Arthur watches me confused, for a few moments.

-Gwen?- he questions, in fact, before he widens his eyes as if he just understood and bursts out laughing. Is he making fun of me? With red cheeks from humiliation I take the tray off my legs again and get up, but he immediately stops the laughter, gets out of bed and runs to my side to stop me. When I try to push him away he grabs me by the arms and, taking advantage of my momentary weakness, imprisons me against his body.

-Please don't leave. There is nothing between me and Gwen. Believe me- he talks with his face a few centimetres from mine, my breath breaks, I look him in the eyes and I would like to believe him. With all my heart. But I can't.

-Don't make fun of me, Arthur, I see the complicity between you, and I hear how the women of the realm talk about you when they think I'm not listening. It's already quite humiliating like that, I don't need you to lie to me shamelessly- furious comment, I try to squirm again, but Arthur blocks my arms behind my back and, in doing so, our faces come even closer. I hold my breath, feeling my stomach upside down.

-There is nothing between me and Gwen, (Y/N)- he repeats, without taking his eyes off mine. I feel the mattress pressing against the back of my legs but I don't fall on it because Arthur is holding me against his chest. The intense look chained to mine, his fresh scent enters my nostrils, while the sun coming in through the window surrounds him almost as if he were an angel.

-So why are you always with her? You talk, laugh, why do you do with her what I would like you to do with me so much? Why do you let them talk about me in the realm like the unsuspecting stupid and betrayed wife? - I ask, breathless for the discussion but also for the closeness. Arthur breathes deeply before answering.

-I didn't think you listened to the rumours- he just murmur, with a bitter laugh I take advantage of his loosening his grip on me and forcefully push him away so I can leave, but he grabs me from behind, clutching me from the waist. My back against his chest, as he shakes my hands to hold me steady and weaves our fingers over my belly, where right now our baby is forming. He puts his forehead against my neck.

-Believe me, there is nothing between me and Gwen. She feels something for Merlin and I'm helping her conquering him- he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath gives me chills -and she helps me, because it's since you became my wife a month ago that I've been constantly torn between keeping you away to protect you and running to you to hold you in my arms, even if only to breathe your scent, which is so good. When you asked to have your private rooms I was about to deny it, I didn't understand why you wanted to stay away from me. Gwen explained to me that it was my behaviour that hurt you and, despite asking me to talk to you and clarify with you, I didn't listen to her and I was a fool. Please believe me if I tell you that there is nothing between me and her- add slightly tightening the grip around my body. I let myself go slightly against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder. I close my eyes, holding back tears of relief. It's not true that he loves Gwen.

-Can you forgive me? I promise that from now on I will spend all my time winning you back- he whispers moving his face from my neck and starting to leave kisses along my cheek and on my temple. I turn around in his arms and open my eyes to look at him. He is already looking at me, full of hope.

-You will put an end to the rumours that go around about us- I start talking, he nods. -And when we are in public you will never talk to me again like at the party- I add, he nods leaning his forehead against mine, murmuring a series of "I promise you". I place one hand on his chest.

-When I do something for the palace, I always strive to help the people as well. I would never have let them starve while we were feasting- I still talk, he squeezes me from the hips and inhales my scent

-I'm sorry, I was a fool- he murmurs against my ear, then leaves me a little kiss. -Will you go back to share the room with me?- he asks right after, a trembling breath escapes from my mouth.

-Yes, I'll be back to share the room with you. But until the baby is born, you will never leave me alone. I'm terrified- I whisper letting my fingers slip through his hair. He raises his face to look at me again and smiles.

-I will never leave you again, even when the baby is born. I promise- he whispers and waits for me to give him consent before kissing me. For the first time, since the wedding day, our lips meet in a sweet, delicate way, full of feeling, instead of hasty, during a relationship that once concluded will take us even further away. Arthur squeezes me against him, moaning in my mouth, and smiling in the kiss.

-But now eat, we don't want what happened last night to happen again, don't we?- he asks when he gets away from me and helps me get back to bed. I see him walking towards the door and I frown.

-Where are you going?- I ask when he is on the threshold, he turns to me without stopping smiling

-I’ll order to prepare your things to come back here. Then I will come to you and help you eat, you're still weak. And I will warn my father that for the rest of the day I will be here to take care of my wife and our future baby- his words warm my heart, and my stomach fills with warmth especially because he really does. He orders the servants to prepare my things, talks to his father and then comes back to me, letting me lean against his chest and feeding me slowly, until I eat everything he had brought. Since then the rumours circulating in court have ceased, and Arthur and I make up for lost time by being together every moment when he is not committed to his duties. Finally everything is fine.

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hoteldreamss · 1 year

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Imagine 5 || king arthur

Артур не знал, что ему делать с его новой женой. Ты была отстранённой, холодной и явно не считала Артура таким же невероятным, как считали другие. Он был королём, если раньше женщины проявляли к нему лёгкую симпатию, то сейчас были особенно настойчивы, даже статные дамы.

Хотя и брак был вынужденным, почему-то Артур верил, что сможет стать хорошим мужем, а затем и отцом. Но ты видимо считала иначе. К счастью или нет, ты не забеременела после вашей первой и брачной ночи. Хотя эта ночь была ужасна не только для тебя, но и для короля, который стал твоим мужем.

Он никогда не думал, что попадёт в столь унизительное положение. Но по итогу, мало того, что Артур долго не мог прийти к возбуждению, заставляя тебя чувствовать себя нежеланной, а его самого не способным, затем он наполнил тебя, когда и минуты не прошло. Хотя для себя он нашёл объяснение в том, что всё это было не по его душу, а ты была девственница, как и полагается принцессе, всё равно ему было стыдно.

И то, что ты избегала его уже вторую неделю не сделало всё проще. Благодаря слугам, он знал где ты и как. Они рассказали, о том, какой грустной ты выглядишь все эти дни, рассказали о том, что ты ни с кем не подружилась, и что просишь их меньше беспокоить себя.

Он чувствовал себя ещё хуже. Думал, что теперь он и ужасный муж. Он хотел дать тебе пространство, а по итогу, заставил чувствовать себя одиноко.

— Моя жена, — его голос мягкий и бархатный, он привлекает твоё внимание, и ты сразу поворачиваешь голову в его направлении.

— Мой король, вы чего-то хотите от меня? — интересуешься ты, следя за своим мужем взглядом, когда он обходит тебя, спокойно и держа руки за спиной.

Ты выглядела умиротворённой сидя в этих садах. Тихое пение птиц и шум от фонтана также заставлял тебя приходить к спокойному состоянию.

— Всего лишь узнать как вы себя чувствуйте и всё ли необходимое у вас есть? — Артур садится рядом с тобой.

Он не знал, как должен прийти к теме огромной ледяной стены между вами, которую ты не стремилась разрушать. Ему даже казалось на небольшой миг, что тебе хотелось этого пространства между вами.

Один из его друзей и рыцарей круглого стола, сказал ему, чтобы он наслаждался. Не все "навязанные" жёны могут так отдаляться и давать столько свободы. Но Артур не видел во всём этом ничего хорошего, и он уже давно пресытился всеми женщинами, которые вытворяли либо невероятные вещи для его удовольствия, либо просто были хорошенькими. Теперь он был королём и уже давно хорошо вжился в эту роль. И он хотел чего-то серьёзного, кого-то хорошего, надёжного рядом с собой.

— Я сыта, моя кровать очень мягкая, а платья и украшения кажутся дорогими и красивыми, поэтому, мне не на что жаловаться, мой король.

Он хмыкает, замечая, как ты называешь его. Ты очень редко обращался к нему «муж» или по имени, хотя он сказал, что ты можешь это делать.

— Я рад, что вы ни в чём не нуждаетесь. Но как вы себя чувствуете?

— ��сли вас интересует, не разбухает ли мой живот от вашего наследника, то нет, моё чрево пусто.

Артур не имел это в виду, не только потому что уже знал об этом, но и потому что он хотел знать как ты. Как твоё настроение и какие мысли тебя посещают.

— Что ж, это прискорбно, но я уверен, что мы исправим это в скором времени, — стоит ему закончить, как он чувствует себя идиотом, а твой взгляд наполнен замешательством и даже осуждением. — Но я хотел бы знать, хорошо ли вам в замке? Беспокоит ли вас что-нибудь? Или желаете ли вы что-нибудь особенного?

Ты слегка хмуришься и Артур находит это очаровательным. Каким бы уже испорченным он не был, ему всё равно удавалось находить прекрасное и что-то невинное в тебе. Хотя ты и была таковой. Ты была другой, до того, как явилась в Камелот.

— Я ни в чём не нуждаюсь мой король, — произносишь ты.

Этого было бы достаточно и ты уверена, что Артур просто встанет и уйдёт оставив тебя наблюдать за утками плавающими в пруду.

— Если вам что-то понадобиться, моя жена, то сообщите мне. — Он не может больше придумать повода завести с тобой беседу, и ты явно не желаешь его присутствия рядом, поэтому Артур решает просто уйти.

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Как бы это не было прискорбно, но до него доходит, что он должен быть достаточно прямолинеен и мил с тобой одновременно. Потому что ты пытаешься стать всё дальше и дальше. Ты отказывалась от совместного ужина. И в прошлый раз тебе это удалось, но не теперь.

Артур лично приходит к твоим покоям. Охрана пропускает его в твою спальню, и цветочный запах сразу проникает в его лёгкие. Он оглядывает обстановку, замечая множество цветов, должно быть поэтому ты так много проводила в саду, однако король не находит тебя. Тогда он продвигается чуть дальше, в ту часть комнаты, которую прикрывает тюль.

— Т/И! — Он решает сначала окрикнуть тебя, надеясь не проявить неуважение к тебе. Но этого было недостаточно.

Артур застаёт тебя в ванной. Обнажённой, вода блестит под танцующим пламенем свечей, твои волосы небрежно собраны вверх, а глаза становятся похожи на глаза лани. Ты явно встревожена и не знаешь, что ожидать от своего мужа. Хотя Артуру и нравится, то в каком положении он тебя застал, его голова наполняется порочными мыслями, заставляя его немного сжать челюсть. Он не хочет вредить тебе или пользоваться своим правом мужа, хотя он уверен, что любой из его знакомых взял бы тебя, нежно, уговаривая или грубо и резко не интересуясь твоим желанием.

Артур не сделает этого.

— Я не хотел тревожить тебя, — произносит он. — Но слуги передали мне, что ты не можешь прийти на ужин, снова.

— Да, я подумала, что моё присутствие необязательно.

— Это ужин для нас, дорогая жена. — Артур делает пару шагов и замечает как ты меняешь позу в воде, ещё больше пытаясь прикрыться. — Я хочу узнать тебя. И наши ужины должны стать регулярными. Поэтому, я надеюсь, что ты составишь мне компанию.

Ты продолжаешь смотреть на него, как испуганный олень. Но он лишь уходит, давая тебе понять, что просто хочет увидеть тебя через пару минут.

И ты вздохнув, вылезаешь из ванной. Вода стекает по твоему замерзающему телу, пока ты не вытираешь его мягким полотенцем. Во всяком случае, ты надеешься, что еда будет вкусной.

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peotego · 6 months

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bbc merlin masterlist

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Arthur Pendragon

⋙ Forbidden Part 2 Part 3 The One Where the reader is Merlin’s younger sister who cannot control her power. Arthur takes interest in her and can’t stay away even though Merlin warned him.

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pendragonsclotpole · 3 months

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question for my fellow merthur compatriots, i recently started reading a merlin canon fix-it where merlin’s modern name was emrys hunithson, and like i love that name, touching, meaningful. but that and another post on this website has me thinking about the lovely alternatives merlin might use as his name in a modern world.

like yeah, he could go by merlin emrys, merlin hunithson, emrys hunithson

but imagine if he took up the last name pendragon.

1500 years pass and merlin’s traveling the world as merlin pendragon, as emrys pendragon or better yet

ambrose pendragon.

merlin signs all his contracts and credit card receipts with the name a. pendragon.

arthur and the rest of the roundtable + gwen + morgana return but can’t find merlin. WHY?

because they’re looking for the wrong name.

#idk if any of this makes sense #i have a fever #but like imagine it #married names #merlin is a. pendragon #merlin’s been signing all his letters as a.pendragon since the 1600s #merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merthur #king arthur #merlin emrys #bbc merthur #fanfic

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deuteragonist1 · 1 year

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Merthur really have it all huh. King and lionheart dynamic. Fucking hate at first sight then speedrun to trying to die for the other. Slow burn? Never heard of her. One of them wears gloves and one doesn't and I'm not even gonna bother to explain why that is top fucking tier. Lies and secrets that could bring about the doom of the kingdom. Obviously adore each other but will actually fucking die before saying it with actual words. The prince is a gigantic asshole who doesn't know how to show care or ask for attention like a person who had healthy emotional development as a child and oscillates between pulling pigtails and acting like an over-eager puppy or both at the same time. Domesticity levels previously unheard of. They canonically wear each other's clothes. One of them makes up words and the other promptly starts using them. Both are extremely into the other's specific brand of dumbassery. Their love language is fucking playing together. "I don't want you to change" fuck this fuck everything

#also i just thought about arthur using one of merlin's made-up words in front of uther at dinner or something #and uther is like come again????#also i said hate at first sight but i'm pretty sure that was entirely one-sided #it came from merlin's side in case that wasn't clear #arthur got tingles from this peasant boy insulting him and didn't know how to deal with it so he threw him in the stocks #argue with the wall #when merlin isn't there he is just so fucking lost #imagine being a servant in camelot like #oh here's the king. wandering about the castle in his nightclothes again #checking corners for his daydrinking servant #again #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #bbc arthur #arthur pendragon #merthur

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phd-in-bears · 1 year

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Monarchies are only fun in fiction. But overthrowing a monarchy in real life could be very fun

#uk politics #king charles news #bbc #england #english politics #we should have stolen all our stuff back from the museum when they werent looking #princess diana #kate middleton #camilla #charles #king #queen #down with the monarchy #i was secretly hoping King Arthur would come back at that moment #could you imagine #uk #politics #uk police #scotland

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frizzy-frizz-frizz · 1 year

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arthur shouldve had a scene like in sinbad when he's told to disarm and he starts putting down like half the armoury....and merlin's not even using magic for this arthur just Has that many weapons with him at given moment- he's not even in armour

and he's not even hiding them?? its just that no one ever expects him to be a walking armoury, but it makes lot more sense now how arthur will occasionally just hand people whatever sharp thing they need and it's like- "why the fuck does he have a scalpel"

#i just think it would be hilarious #imagine arthur keeps pulling out more sharp things and merlins getting more and more bewildered cause??#“i dressed him this morning??? he does NOT have enough pockets for that???”#and its NOT even some kind of latent magical ability #this is just How Arthur Is #tho everyone just assumes its a perk of being once and fututre king but its NOT #its just arthur #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur

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pandalikeelf · 7 months

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would that i by hozier

#i had this idea couple of days ago but i was too lazy to make it #but it didnt turn out how i imagined #so ugh #write your own au for this #bcs i think i dont have one #merlin #bbc merlin #colin morgan #arthur pendragon #king arthur #bradley james #merthur #merthuredit #merlinedit #merthurgifs #merlingifs #merlin au #merthur au #hozier

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mossy-rainfrog · 20 days

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[ID: A traditional drawing of Arthur Lester from the chest up, portrayed in an animated gif followed by three stills of the gif frames. The drawing depicts Arthur as a midsized white man with disheveled dark hair that hangs over his face. He has a straight nose, eyebags, some stubble, and wears a brown button-up shirt, also disheveled. His face is pointed right at the viewer, his jaw slack in shock, as his eyes go entirely black. John is portrayed as a huge set of yellow teeth that circle Arthur entirely, as if about to devour him. Yellow drips from the maw of the teeth and from Arthur's shirt. Text frames the teeth, reading: "The King in Yellow". The gif fades from a bright version of the drawing to one bathed in shadows with only the outlines and text visible. End ID.]

yeah I'm still not over John speaking his (former) name for the first time, that changed the entire trajectory of my DNA. malevolent is SUCH a podcast <3

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent art #arthur lester malevolent #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #the king in yellow malevolent #malevolent king in yellow #the king in yellow #sorry call of cthullu fans for being in ur tag but i imagine ur used to this by now T_T #described #accessible art #this scene was sooooo sexy

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frenchublog · 1 year

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Guinevere/Arthur PART2

#pendranièvre #pendranievre #Kaamelott #kaamelott fanart #arthur x guenièvre #my art #i AM SO SORRY #for that old ugly fanart from 2021 #he is short #Arthur pendragon is a short king #also im in denial #imagine if he fell in love with her sooner..........haha jk #but imagine though #alexandre astier #Anne Girouard

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pendragonsclotpole · 2 months

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rewatching an episode of season one of merlin right now, i have a lot of thoughts (arthur legit looks so young it’s messing with my mind realizing how much the characters grow over the seasons and oh my lordy merlin used to be so pure, so trusting, so naive *ugh*) but one thing that just popped into my head: how small Camelot looks.

this is probably due to budget reasons, but the fact that random people can show up and demand an audience with uther or appear mysteriously and meet with a prince, it just makes me wonder what that must have been like for merlin both during his time in camelot and after

we’re talking a kingdom’s whose golden age was in an era of petty states and kings, a few centuries after the fall of the roman empire. merlin fics sometimes bring up how popular merlin is among the people of camelot. it highlights the unspoken notion that camelot and its nobles and royals aree within degrees of separation.

the world, after arthur’s death, must have gotten so frightfully big for merlin. i just think, what if merlin had served arthur or another such king in a later era when the size of the kingdom was so much larger? remove the feudalistic background, if that is what they were going for in the series, and who is merlin? its for that reason that i love the joke that merlin would lowkey be a monarchist because yeah, merlin lived an early era of kings where royals could be in such close proximity and held to the standards of their people.

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merthur #king arthur #merlin emrys #bbc merthur #incoming headcanon: camelot was a small but mighty kingdom that succeeded in centralizing power within the region #after centuries of destabilization in the aftermath of the fall of the roman empire #the pendragon’s united the region #brought great wealth and respect over the lands #like imagine if this is why the purge succeeded #or maybe this is me trying to make history out of a fictional work

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missingdadneto · 1 month

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Surfing Session gone wrong

Dad! Orm Marius x Fem Reader x Daughter

[ A/N: I am dying because of the limited Orm fanfics there are, so I decided I wanted to write onee, This is all for fun so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.]

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After Orm was erased from Atlantis, he no longer lived in the waters, he is now one with the land. The home of the Surface Dwellers, and soon enough it became a land weather he fell in love with Arthurs's best friend, Y/N, a Meta-Human who could adapt to any living circumstances, making her able to breathe in the Waters. She was a part of the Justice League but she rather lives her day-to-day life in her cottage beside the sea, close to Arthur’s house. Orm would spend time with Y/N as much as he could, they would talk for hours, about how Y/N’s interest in the sea rises, as well as how Orm’s interest towards the surface land also rises.

Soon enough Orm and Y/N were together, and a year later they got married and had their daughter Pearl. She inherits her Dad’s blonde hair, with her vision colors resemble her mother's green hue. Junior on the other hand was Mera and Arthur’s son, he had curly red hair and tan skin.

Pearl and Junior were as close as ever, their cousin relationship felt as if they were siblings because of the 2 year difference. As soon as they reached their teenage years they would meet up every Saturday morning to go surfing in their Ocean backyard.

Orm was cooking breakfast as Y/N was reading on the sofa, Pearl came down the stairs and ran to grab her surfing board. She makes a quick stop to hug her Mother as well as to her Father. Orm hugged her back as he kissed his daughter’s head.

“Be safe, and don’t forget to always watch out for whoever's in the Waters,” Orm warned his daughter every time, every week, and every second she was going in the Ocean. Despite her being half Atlantean. “There are people always hunting for us and if they do-”

“I Know Dad! Besides I’ll always be with Junior so I won’t be alone” Pearl laughed as she went away from the hug. She smiled at her Mother as she opened the back door. “See you guys!”

“Bye Pearl” Both Orm and Y/N smiled as their daughter went to the Waters.

Pearl ran to Junior as he was already setting up in their usual meet-up spot, they lived quite near to each other as the beach they lived in connects, resulting in them meeting right in the middle. “Hey, Pearl! I bought this new surfboard and it’s rad I would say” Junior showed off his board to Pearl as she looked somewhat amused.

“That’s cool Alright, now come on! Let’s go!” She motioned her board towards the bog waves hitting the fine Morning, the sun rises higher and higher as their skins are getting tanner each weekend.

They surfed as usual, with Junior always making it a competition on who gets the higher waves. Strangely enough, Pearl stopped as she sat on her board to see the corals beneath them. “Junior come look! The corals are more colorful than before…” Pearl spoke as Junior sat on his surfing board as well while looking below. “Hm, that’s weird, yesterday none of them had any colors” Junior confessed as Pearl looked back to him with her eyes rising out of her betrayal state.

“YOU WENT SURFING YESTERDAY? AND I DIDN’T KNOW!?” She exclaimed with Junior laughing and defending himself, “See in my defense you were not home, YOU WERE OUT!”. Pearl stopped what she was about to say as she looked at the waters once more “Wait look Junior, the water is turning purple”. The color scattered slowly as Arthur and Orm were just about to greet their kids. “HEY PEARL!” Arthur shouted to the two teenagers as Orm followed, “Hi Junior, you guys okay?”

“Hi, Uncle Arthur!” Pearl shouted with Junior following “Hey Uncle Orm!”. “The corals are more colorful but the water is getting purple and it just looks-” Pearl stopped her sentence as he dad shouted to Junior and her.

“GET OUT NOW!” Orm commanded as he looked at Arthur with a stunned face, Junior and Pearl were confused but they paddled as fast as they could before the purple waters reached their touches. Orm and Arthur swam as fast as they could to grab the surfboards of their child as they pulled them to the shore.

As soon as they reached the shore Arthur and Orm reached for their child full of worry, Orm hugged Pearl quickly as he looked at her hands and feet that touched the waters. The two Fathers checked for any signs of infection in Junior and Pearl’s skin as Junior cut off the awkward state that they were in. “Uh guys, is everything alright?”

Arthur hugged Junior as tightly as he could and Orm’s arm half hugged Pearl, a relief stance of a Father for their child. “Chemicals have been reaching close to our waters, but we didn’t know that it would be this fast, and thank the Gods it didn’t reach any of you, Atlanteans touching such waters could leave a more damaging stance than humans. Orm sighed as he looked at his daughter as well as Junior beside her.

“What, who would drop these chemicals?” Junior looked at his Father, Arthur breathed as he shook his head. “We’re going to find out…but let's just go home first and we’ll meet together at lunch okay?” The family agreed as they went back home.

Orm helped Pearl with her surfboard as he looked at her when they reached home, “Those chemicals….” Orm stopped as Pearl waited for her father's confession “Those chemicals were the same consistency that killed Atlantean children years ago, I just can’t lose you two, I can’t lose you” Y/N opened the door as she heard Orm’s sentence, she looked at Pearl as she also checked any signs of infection in a quick pace.

“Mom, please! Dad already checked me” Y/N is afraid to lose her only daughter as she looks at Orm. “Oh God, I know you’re fine but I’m just double checking…it’s so close to us we need to be alert sweetie.”

Pearl shook her head as she washed her foot that was full of sand, “I’ll get ready for lunch, It’s just still a shock” Orm nodded as he smiled slightly, after Pearl went up to her room, Orm and Y/N looked at each other in the backyard, looking at the sea.

“Have Arthur called for help from Atlantean soldiers to clean the chemical corals?” She looked towards the sea as small waves were being created, somewhat like a small tornado in the waters being summoned by Atlanteans. “I seem like it hun, I was just-” Orm stopped as Y/N’s hand reached Orm’s cheek, “It was this closer to Pearl and Junior, if they have touched the waters they-”

“Shh I know, but Thank God they’re safe now” She smiled as she looked at the waves once more. Orm then leaned to kiss Y/N’s cheek as he went inside to get ready for lunch at Arthur’s house as well. This is going to be a heavy topic for lunch.

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