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bi-bard · 2 years
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But Why Would I Lie, It’s so Clear I’m in Love with You - Arthur Pendragon Imagine (BBC's Merlin)
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Title: But Why Would I Lie, It’s so Clear I’m in Love with You
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon X Reader
Based On: Footnote
Word Count: 1,109 words
Warning(s): tipsy (at least) Arthur, rejection
Summary: After an event is held in the castle, Arthur makes a bold move. If only every bold move could work in his favor.
Author's Note: Don't mind me. I'm just writing fanfiction for a show that ended in 2012.
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In all honesty, I wasn't quite sure why I ended up at the event.
My whole life had left me feeling out of place while I tried to figure out who I was and how I fit into the world around me. I still hadn't found the answer after all these years. So, I would just go through the motions. Do what I was told.
That included going to an event at the castle in Camelot.
I had felt the most comfortable there when there was no event. My father did many deals with Uther Pendragon over the years, so I had spent quite some time there. I had grown close to Arthur and Morgana and pretty much anyone else that the pair had grown close to over the years.
Still, none of it made me any more comfortable.
But Arthur did his best. Truly, he did. Never got a dull moment when I was visiting. And that meant the world to me.
And yet, I was bored.
It wasn't until the end of the night that I got to truly have Arthur's attention.
"Come with me."
I almost see how much Arthur had been drinking as soon as he grabbed my wrist. It was clear in his eyes.
"Arthur," I said, trying to stop him before he could leave the room. "People will notice if their king just ran out."
"But they will not question it because I'm the future king," he pointed out. "Come on."
"Arthur-"
"Come on," he whined like he was a child. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Your sense of adventure almost got me eaten by a monster."
"You were saved."
"Because of your servant."
"But you were saved."
I rolled my eyes.
"Please," he dragged the word out. Again, very similar to a child.
I sighed, looking him in the eye for a moment. "Fine."
I chuckled as he dragged me out of the room. We ended up going through the maze of halls through the castle. I wasn't even quite sure where we were going to end up. I just followed Arthur until he finally stopped.
We were tucked away in a corner of the castle.
"Alright, I'm curious, what are we doing here," I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"You could've talked to me back there," I chuckled.
Arthur stumbled a little bit. Going through the halls of the castle seemed to have reminded him of how much he had had to drink that night. I put out my hands, ready to catch him if he were to fall over.
"It's too important," he replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows, tilting my head slightly.
"You always looked so adorable when you looked confused."
I scoffed. "We need to get you to bed."
"No, no, no, not yet," he grabbed my upper arms.
I sighed and stood still. He didn't speak for a few moments, just staring at me. He was very clearly not in his right state of mind. I really just wanted to send him to bed so he could sleep off the effects of the event that night.
"I... I always loved you," Arthur mumbled after a while.
"What," I asked.
I was thrown. I didn't know what to say or think. Through all those years, I never thought of Arthur that way. I never thought that he thought of me that way. This all felt like it was coming out of nowhere.
"I love you."
"Arthur-"
"I have for so long," he stepped closer. I stepped back. "So kind and smart and strong. I could spend all day just staring at you."
"That's very sweet, but Arthur-"
"I have always loved you and I always-"
"Stop, please," I finally cut him off. "Please."
It was his turn for his eyebrows to furrow.
"I... Thank you," I was trying to think of the nicest way to say this. "Arthur, you are a great guy. You are my best friend and you've always made me feel at home. But... I don't think of you as anything more than a friend. I didn't think that you saw me as anything else either. I'm sorry."
Arthur didn't speak for a few moments. I felt my heart drop. There was just no response. No words, no reactions. It was all just empty.
"I should go," I muttered. "I... I'll send Merlin for you. And I'm sorry."
I wouldn't see Arthur again throughout the night. I would barely see him the next day. Whether that second part was my fault or his would remain a mystery.
I didn't see him until I had passed by the knights training the next day. I was hoping to walk by and leave everything where it lay. Arthur had different plans. I only stopped walking when he started jogging over to me.
"Hello," he said, grinning.
"Hi," I nodded.
"We need to talk."
I took a deep breath before nodding. We made our way further into the field. Away from the other knights and the servants. Anyone else that could've listened to us.
In any other situation, I would've found this peaceful. The grass and the sunshine. It was all very relaxing. But now... I would've given anything for this to all be different.
"I am guessing that you remember what happened last night," I asked.
Arthur sighed. "As much as I wish that I didn't, yes, I do."
I nodded. "I'm sorry. Again."
"I'm not upset," he replied. "I just wanted to know where we stood now."
I tensed for a moment.
"I can leave you alone," he continued. "Let you live your life in peace. Be merely one part of the rest of your life."
"Oh, don't say that," I shook my head. "It makes it sound like I never saw you as important."
He sighed, looking at the ground for a moment.
"Arthur, no matter what, you are my best friend," I touched his arm. "You have done far more for me than I could've asked for. And I cannot thank you enough. But I also cannot force something that isn't there. You are a spectacular man, but I am not in love with you. And I cannot force myself to be."
"I know," he said. "You're my best friend too. I don't want to imagine a world where you're not a part of my life."
I grinned. "But we're okay?"
"Of course, we're okay."
I stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Arthur."
"Thank you, (Y/n)."
I stepped away from him and turned to start walking back toward the knights.
We were okay.
That's all I could've asked for.
We were okay.
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justaz · 15 days
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omg omg omg
arthur gives merlin his mothers sigil thinking that hes going to die and wants to finally tell merlin how he feels and what better way of conveying the intensity of his emotions and how serious he is other than marriage? merlin accepts the sigil which means theyre married!! yay!! only. they both survive and arthur QUICKLY realizes that merlin has no idea the significance of the sigil. he has no idea theyre married. and arthur has no idea how to tell him bc then hell have to explain WHY he gave him the sigil aka WHY HE PROPOSED and now that hes not staring death in the face. he just. cant.
blah blah blah time skip to happy ending
the druids invite arthur and merlin to a celebration of the unification of emrys and the once and future king and the fruition of their destinies. merlin and arthur are excited bc finally peace is here and magic is returning and this can be the next big show of trust and reconciliation between camelot and the druids and so theyre there in the druid camp having fun when theyre approached and asked to participate in the ceremony. theres a huge buzzing crowd watching as the elder druid ties their hands together and goes on and on about the magnificence of two men standing before them and their great destinies and how the two sides of the same coin are joined finally as the prophecy said all those years ago. merlin doesnt realize it was a handfasting ceremony until hes talking to a few of the druids later on
anyway. merthur accidental wedding(s). now they both know theyre married but they dont know the other knows theyre married bc different ceremonies and traditions and all that. arthur is all awkward about it bc hes emotionally constipated. merlin is convincing himself he doesnt have to bring it up to arthur bc its not like the DRUID marriage ceremony is legally binding in camelot. they didnt sign any papers or anything. theyre not really married in camelot so arthur doesnt have to know. and then merlin can selfishly keep this truth close to his heart. even if its not reciprocated.
married life shenanigans ensue. merlin and arthur both have to physically stop themselves from calling the other their husband. jealous spats when out in the tavern or when visiting royals/nobles stop on by. leon knows all and is this close to snapping. extra protective idiots. and idk someone catches merlin holding the sigil and explains the significance of it or a druid asks arthur where his husband emrys is and my boy is STRESSED about being caught but then the druid brings up the handfasting ceremony. stupid idiot x stupid idiot.
you see my vision, right?
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eldritch-ambrosia · 6 months
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Do you ever think about how for almost 1000 years there's this story about a King named Arthur with an old man wizard advisor named Merlin and then in 2008 (and onward) it got rewired to where we're writing fanfiction and making art and edits of them kissing?
If you told someone 20 years ago that you wanted to see King Arthur and Merlin kiss they would've thought you were crazy.
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1shadowhole · 1 year
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One thing that almost always bothers me about Merlin fics, but is not just the norm, but the rule:
When Arthur tries to repeal the magic ban, it is always the "stuffy old councilmen" who oppose him. Meanwhile, the one or two younger advisors are the ones who are in favor.
Now, I understand why that is. People look at real life and of course, they put it in fics. So if you see that it's the old people who stand against what you fight for, you would imagine that would happen in fantasy as well.
See, here's the thing though: in the Merlin universe, I guarantee that the older people would be the ones who would approve of magic coming back.
And the reason is the very same reason why you despise the elders here today: they are stuck in the old ways, so to speak.
Those men who are 60 or 70 under Arthur's rule would have been 40 or 50 when the purge happened. They would have already been used to a world with magic and would have fought against such an old tradition being outlawed.
Instead, the young men of 30 or even 20, would hardly know a world in which magic was known to be good and everywhere. For them, it would be an old dangerous thing that only mad old people with bad intentions would want to reinstate.
They are people who grew up like Arthur. Indoctrinated by Uther's propaganda. The ones who grew up only seeing magic's destruction.
Of course, this is fiction, YOUR fiction. So you can decide who the bad guys are. But realistically it would be someone older to not only support the return to the old ways but to push for it.
Would they be against Arthur marrying a servant? (a man????????) yes... That's very likely. But not when it comes to magic.
(Of course, there are always exceptions... But still)
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flight-of-fantasy · 1 year
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People when they see BBC Merlin and Merthur are still performing well on lists of TV shows and popular ships in 2022
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gaiussleechtank · 3 months
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It was one of those nights: the peaceful ones where both King and Court Warlock could shed their titles and just exist as two friends sharing cups of wine beside a fire. Both were silent as they nursed their drinks and basked in the dim lighting the fire provided Arthur’s dark chambers.
Merlin was lying across the floor on top of countless pillows and blankets, parallel to the hearth of the fireplace. His feet were bare as he had kicked off his boots hours earlier and the cords of his tunic were pulled extremely loose. Merlin’s legs were crossed one over the other as one hand played with a lock of his own hair as the other blindly traced the engravings of his goblet.
Arthur was sat his chair above Merlin, facing the fire and looking down at the peaceful man. He was glad that Merlin’s eyes were closed because it allowed the King to openly stare. For someone who was regarded to be so aware of everything all of the time - Merlin has not once ever cottoned on to Arthur’s gaze on him. In a way, it was reassuring that Arthur didn’t have to fear being caught by the very man he was observing. But it another way it was far too frustrating: Arthur nearly wanted to be caught and then in turn be forced to admit his reasons for staring.
For the Goddess’ sake, how could Arthur not look anywhere but Merlin with the man lying so enchantingly in front of him, doused in the golden light of the flames?
How could he lay his eyes elsewhere when nothing and no one else brought him nearly as much happiness and fulfilment in his heart than Merlin?
How could he when Merlin was everything that he loved?
The nearly empty goblet rested on his lap with his hands encircling the rim, it would be stupid to say it.
“Merlin?” Arthur broke their silence.
Merlin hummed in response, he didn’t move nor open his eye, but the tone of his voice easily told Arthur that he was listening.
“I’m in love with you.” Oh, fuck.
The body in front of him stilled. Merlin’s hand retracted from his hair as he slowly sat up. Arthur couldn’t tell you when the Warlock’s eyes had opened but he could give you a thousand words at least on what it felt like to be under their unending gaze. Merlin didn’t look away from Arthur as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of his King.
Merlin might not have ever been aware of when Arthur’s eyes were on him - but Arthur was far too aware of Merlin’s piercing stare. The King averted his eyes and stared down at the lingering mouthful of wine in his cup, listening to Merlin’s few footsteps.
A hand slid underneath Arthur’s jaw and half cupped the side of his face: hesitantly, Arthur let himself be guided to look up at Merlin. Had it been anyone else, this would have been so dangerous - to willing put his heart and mind at risk by giving someone else so much control over him would have been a death wish if it were anyone else.
Yet this was Merlin, the one person in his life that he would faithfully trust the world with to the ends of time.
It was sad eyes that Arthur saw. Not angry. Not disgusted. Not hurt, or even happy. Sad, sad, eyes that Arthur would nearly say were brokenhearted.
Merlin sighed with a pained and defeated expression. “Not again.”
“What?” Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat.
Merlin smiled with a soft pain, his thumb stroked over Arthur cheek as he said, “You don’t love me, Arthur.”
“I- I do.” Arthur stammered, he hadn’t anticipated out right refusal, denial and disbelief as an outcome. “I do love you, Merlin.”
Merlin swallows and seemed to choke back tears.
“No, Arthur, you don’t.” He repeated. “This is a love enchantment, this has happened before. You aren’t in love with me.”
The words were far too rehearsed, Merlin’s expression too knowing and understanding. Arthur felt like a petulant child being gently corrected on the truth. Had this really happened before? Had Arthur been enchanted to be in love with Merlin before?
“Merlin, I know my feelings, please believe me.” Arthur begged in futile.
“I don’t think you realise how badly I want to, but I can’t.”
Arthur’s eyes widened at Merlin’s confession - even though the feelings were reciprocated, Arthur was still being rejected - but he saw it. He saw all of the held back and restrained love Merlin held in his eyes for Arthur. He finally was bearing witness to Merlin’s affection, only because the Warlock was allowing him to.
“Is it really so unbelievable that I love you that you are convinced my mind is under the control of a spell of potion?”
“I know you love me - in the way friends love one another, brothers even.” Merlin stressed, his words clearly hurting himself. “But you don’t love me the way I want you to, you never have and you never will.”
“You do want me to love you like this?” Arthur countered.
Merlin closed his eyes and shakily let out a sob, his hands ran from Arthur’s jaw and face, around the King’s neck and weakly grasped at the back of Arthur’s head. He pressed his face into Arthur’s hair, Arthur pulled Merlin in closer and strung his arms around the Warlock’s waist and back: he could feel Merlin weep.
“You won’t remember this conversation, you never have, so why not?” Merlin muttered with a bitterness that surprised the King. “I have loved you for years, Arthur, what I feel for you goes beyond the devotion of prophecy and bond of friendship. I’ve always known that you will never feel the same.”
How his heart ached on the verge of breaking: Merlin loved him. He was in love with Arthur. He felt the same as Arthur but clearly awful past experiences that Arthur cannot remember are preventing him from acting on the truth.
Arthur tried to speak but was cut off before he could even utter a syllable.
“No, Arthur, please stop.” Merlin said, slipping out of Arthur embrace. He looked so guilty.
Merlin believed Arthur not to be in control of his mind and actions, he believed Arthur to be susceptible to anything. Though Merlin was nowhere near the kind of person to take advantage of someone under the influence of something mind altering. Even though this ‘supposed potion or enchantment’ was giving him what the Warlock wanted, Merlin still held back and refused.
Even such a simple embrace, the kind of embrace that was becoming more commonly between them as the years progressed seemed to wreck so much regret through the man - Arthur wanted to shake him and scream at how wrong Merlin was: that he could and was consenting to any any hold or touch Merlin could or would give him.
Arthur stood up and met Merlin far too closely. Their faces were mere inches apart, dangerously so. The King saw how badly Merlin wanted to give in, he could see the arguments and thought process that Merlin was going through.
His hand hovered over the side of Merlin’s face as leaned in closer.
“Don’t.”
He froze.
“You’re not in the right state of mind.” Merlin breathed out, more for his own sake than Arthur’s.
Arthur hand fell to his side but he didn’t move away.
“Please tell me how I can prove my honesty.” He asked.
Merlin looked down with resignation and then turned away to the doors.
“Come, Sire, follow me.” Merlin murmured as he left.
He hadn’t called Arthur ‘Sire’ in years, not even in heated arguments did Merlin enforce that distance between them. It spoke tales to Arthur on how hurt his best friend was. He dashed after Merlin, it wasn’t hard to follow the sound of weary footsteps.
They were heading for Merlin’s laboratory. Arthur caught up with broken hearted Warlock and joined their hands together - Merlin allowed it.
Met with the smell of dodgy potions, old books, strong herbs, ash and numerous other smells that Arthur had grown familiar with associating with Merlin’s experiments, Arthur saw and felt Merlin relax slightly. They were on his ground now, they followed his rules.
Arthur let go of Merlin’s hand and took his chair that he always sat in when observing Merlin work.
“You stare a lot.” Merlin said as he leafed through shelves of bottles - no doubt searching for a cure-all potion that he had concocted in earlier years.
“I always have, you’ve just never noticed.” Arthur replied honestly.
Merlin sighed for the thousandth time that hour and stood up straight and returned to Arthur, bottle in hand. It was a small vial with opaque pink liquid filling less than a third of the bottle. He stood on the other side of the work bench and handed over the vial of anti-serum.
Wordlessly and without hesitation Arthur uncorked the bottle and drank his mouthful. Setting down the bottle, he leaned closer to Merlin, head propped up by his elbow, hand under chin, staring at Merlin patiently.
The Warlock also leaned closer, gold creeping into his eyes without a single incantation as he analysed Arthur’s reaction to the potion. The world seemed to hold its breath as it waited for the two men to get onto the same page.
“Well, am I really under an enchantment?” Arthur asked after a very long pause.
Merlin’s mouth fell open as his brow and eyes once again creased into tears.
“No… You aren’t.” Merlin managed to say, covering his face as he cried.
Arthur stood up and joined Merlin on the other side of the workbench. He pulled the shocked and relieved and sobbing Warlock into another hug. Both holding onto each other equally tight.
“I love you, Merlin.” Arthur promised his Warlock firmly.
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quotidian-oblivion · 3 months
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How I picture Leon finds out that Merlin has magic:
Merlin was tired.
Not because of the abundance of chores and the fatigue that came from running around after yet another assassin, but because he hadn't used his magic at all for the past month. Yes, even with the presence of the assassin. Gwaine had fortunately been there to knock the guy out and throw him in the dungeons, catching him red-handed.
He had been trying to stay as cautious as possible, which was why he hadn't used magic in such a long time.
But the fact was - Merlin was born with magic. It was as natural as breathing to him. So when he didn't use magic for an extended period of time, he would get tired.
He needed to use magic. Just a small bit.
He would do it in the safety of his room, but he was currently carrying Arthur's armor to his chambers from the training field and it was heavy and he was so so tired and- well, it would only be a small spell.
He put the armor down, checked that no one was around, then held up a palm. His eyes flashed gold and a small fire appeared on top of it.
Just because he had missed his magic, he flashed his eyes gold and made the flame morph into a butterfly. He smiled as it slowly flapped its wings, staying on Merlin's palm.
Then Merlin heard a gasp and he snapped his head to the newcomer.
The thing about knights was that they were trained to be as quiet as possible even in armor. It was required for certain missions as well as hunting. But armor was impossible to be quiet, so Merlin, having spent a significant amount of time with them, had trained himself to automatically hear when they were approaching. And since they were always in their armor anyway, even sleeping in it sometimes, he had relied on that to alert him of anyone crossing the hallway.
After all, anyone else - servants and nobles alike - wouldn't bother quieting their footsteps while walking.
If they did, it would be because of malicious intent so it wouldn't matter if they saw Merlin or not.
But occasionally - very very occassionally - knights walked around without their armor.
That, combined with their light footsteps and silent movements, had caught Merlin unaware.
So when he snapped his head over to look at Leon staring with wide eyes at the butterfly made of flame in his hand, Merlin was surprised. More than that, he was afraid.
The two of them froze, with Leon's gaze on the fire butterfly and Merlin's on Leon, standing rigidly like deers caught in the wild.
Then Leon raised his eyes from the butterfly to Merlin, then back to the butterfly, then back to Merlin again-
Before he spun on his heel and walked the other way whistling jovially like he hadn't seen anything.
Merlin was still frozen like a deer. He didn't move until several minutes later when he did hear armor clinking against each other. That was when he got rid of the butterfly and hefted the armor up, walking back to his room, leaving Arthur's armor in favor of panicking.
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When Merlin met Leon in the armory that evening, he tried to approach him. Leon, recognizing what Merlin was trying to do, let him, moving into a secluded changing room far from the armory with the other knights and squires and pages.
Leon nodded at Merlin in greeting when Merlin closed the door.
"Leon," Merlin started. "What you saw-"
"That you were shirking Arthur's chores? No worries. I didn't give you away before, I won't do so now."
Merlin blinked. "What?"
Leon sighed. "Look, Merlin. I don't get paid enough, even as a knight. Not with all those missions and calamities that keep getting Arthur into trouble. So I refuse to deal with anything above my paygrade. Even you avoiding chores."
Merlin blinked again.
Leon clapped a hand on his shoulder, and with a smile, left the room.
Merlin looked after the knight, wondering for the first time, exactly how many times the knight had committed or aided or turned a blind eye against treason for him to be this casual about it.
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sherlockruiningmylife · 10 months
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A fic I don't see enough of is Merlin and Arthur casually talking about things that happened before any of the round table knights were around. Maybe I should write a fic for this. But like I love imagining the first time they are like, yeah so that time I knowingly drank poison and you rode out to fight a sorceress to get a flower. And all the knights are just like, what??! Hold on, back up there a second bud. You willingly drank poison.
Or the entire dragon ordeal, of course Leon could throw in his two cents but the other knights would be like, um, you fought a dragon!?
Yeah, I want more fics with that.
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itsmakingyoucry · 4 months
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“I’m getting married,” Arthur says. He is suddenly unable to breath. His chest tight, his fists closed. I’m getting married. It was an admission of guilt, of his weakness. A sentence which should strike joy into his heart, but can only make him grieve.
Merlin turns around. He does not look surprised. “I know,” he confesses, and the words ring in Arthur’s ears. He knows. He should not.
“I asked Gwen to marry me last night.” Perhaps he is admitting, or clarifying or just simply informing. It does not matter. Merlin puts down the clothes he was folding and smiles. As if it is a good thing.
“I know,” he says. “She told me. Right after.” But it is too late. And Arthur is sobbing, furiously wiping his tears as if that will make them disappear. He is six years old again, with his father standing over him and scolding him for crying. Except he is not, and Merlin would never say that.
“I’m so sorry Merlin,” it is barely audible. He is not sure if he should repeat himself to make sure Merlin heard him. Because he needs Merlin to hear him. He needs to make sure Merlin knows he is sorry. He is sorry. For his weakness. For his cowardice.
“Oh, it is okay Arthur. It is okay,” sighs Merlin. He is so perfect, so kind. He is the man Arthur wants to marry, but cannot. He is the person Arthur wants to spend the rest of his life with, but cannot.
Arthur sobs in his arms. His face is scrunched up. His eyes shut tightly. He fears that if he opens them, Merlin will be gone.
He thinks of the life he should have. The one where his blond children dart down the halls of the castle. Where his wife kisses him goodnight, and he can only think of how much he loves her. The one where Merlin, his best friend, stands by his side, as a good friend, uncle, brother. Not what he is now. Not the love of Arthur’s life.
“Why could you not have been a girl?” He feels Merlin’s chin against the back of his head, can feel the way his hair dampens as Merlin starts crying too. Perhaps it is only good if Merlin is with someone else, someone who is not Arthur.
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lavendersins · 4 months
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A List of Things That No Servant, except for Merlin of course, Should Ever Do.
Drag the king out of bed.
Stuff food in the king's mouth.
Write the king's speeches.
Call the king an ass.
Openly admit to planning the king's assassination to his knight.
Drop the king out of a window.
Drop the king's pants in the middle of a meeting.
Call the king a toad.
Constantly call the king derogatory, but admittedly funny, nicknames.
Call the king fat.
Feed the king rat soup.
And much, much more...
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earlgreyinpajamas · 1 year
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merthur fic recs masterlist
last updated: 8 Jan 2024
authors
vintagelilacs
aus and fusions
arranged marriage au, pt 2, pt 3
college/university au
different first meeting au
hanahaki au, pt 2, pt 3
high school au, pt 2
hogwarts au
modern au, pt 2
modern with magic au, pt 2
modern royalty au, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8
pride and prejudice au
regency au
social media au, pt 2
soulmate au, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9, pt 10
s2e10 fix it
wing fic
arthur
actor!arthur, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5
bond girl!arthur
detective!arthur
himbo!arthur
jealous!arthur, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8
pining!arthur, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9
pregnant!arthur
protective!arthur, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6
oblivious!arthur, pt 2, pt 3
spy!arthur
virgin!arthur
merlin
assistant!merlin
bamf!merlin
consort!merlin, pt 2, pt 3
detective!merlin
druid leader!merlin
enchanted!merlin
exhausted!merlin, pt 2
flustered!merlin
hurt!merlin, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
irish!merlin
jealous!merlin
knight!merlin
oblivious!merlin, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6
pining!merlin, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5
royal!merlin, pt 2
selkie!merlin
spy!merlin
virgin!merlin
other tropes and categories
00q fusion
5 + 1 things, pt 2, pt 3
accidental marriage
amnesia
angst with a happy ending
arthur courts merlin
arthur finds out about balinor
arthur finds out about freya
arthur knows about merlin’s magic
arthur loves merlin’s magic eyes
arthur’s donkey ears
arthur returns, pt 2
balinor lives
bathing
bed sharing, pt 2
bedside vigils
bets
comfort fics
coming out
crack, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
dragon dads
drunkenness
enemies to lovers
fake/pretend relationship, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5
fandom iconic fics
fav aus
fav fics
figure skating
flowers, pt 2
fluff
forced proximity, pt 2
fuck or die
getting back together
getting together, pt 2, pt 3
getting together with the help of technology
hurt comfort
hurt no comfort, pt 2
hypothermia
kid fics, pt 2
kinktober
love spells and potions, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
lovers to enemies
magical exhaustion
magic reveal, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9, pt 10
married/engaged merthur
meddling knights, pt 2, pt 3
merlin dies
merlin goes insane to get arthur back
merlin knows about arthur’s pining
merlin leaves camelot
merlin sleeping in weird places
merlin teaches arthur about sex/kissing
morgana and merlin friendship
not actually unrequited love
ot4
outsider pov
parties
protective!knights
remixes
role reversal
royal balls
scar reveal
secret relationship, pt 2
theatre/drama
time travel
truth potion
underappreciated fics
weddings
wedding stopping
wound cleaning
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amariram · 8 days
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"Why can't you be my destiny if I can be yours?"
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Fun fact: i ran into this fanart the other day and my head just snapped and i immediately imagined an entire plot for a hurt/comfort fanfic that ends with this kiss and i automatically wrote it in like 2 hours.
You can find it here.
Am i insane? Probably. But can you pls help me finding the author of this fanart? I wanna thank them for the inspiration and for the wonderful masterpiece they created!! Ty
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Round 8, Finals
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her-soliloquies · 11 months
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Here's that video of Bradley James swinging his baseball bat like a sword at Big Slick KC
I have no idea if this is the reason for merlin trending BUT you can't tell me this fine man shouldn't be trending anyway!
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1shadowhole · 10 months
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I'd like to join in on the "_ fell first, _ fell harder" debate because I have been seeing many posts which argue that Merlin fell first and Arthur fell harder and... Ah ah ah ah. No. No that is not what happened.
Arthur fell the moment this twink with an attitude came to him and called his ass out. No one aside from Morgana has ever dared SASS him in his life and it made him find out some things about himself. Whereas Merlin saw an asshole and said: "What a bitch" and tried to punch him. Arthur liked that. Merlin didn't like Arthur sending him to the dungeons.
In the first episodes, Merlin is keeping him safe because of destiny, while Arthur is willing to trust him (ep. 2) save his life after a magic confession (ep. 3), and give his life (ep.4).
Arthur fell first.
By the time season five arrives Merlin is lost. He hasn't just fallen for Arthur. He has dug himself a hole so deep he can't see the bottom just that he can fall that much harder. He is quite simply obsessed with keeping Arthur safe and happy. Not for his destiny (which he has by now completely forgotten) but for Arthur.
There is no one else in his mind but his King, so much so that in the first episode of the last season he would not think twice before leaving all his knight friends to die, if it meant bringing Arthur to Camelot safe and away for Morgana. He gives up his and thousands of people's life and freedom for Arthur. This guy is completely gone for Arthur and can't think about anyone else.
On the other hand, Arthur CAN and does think about others... Gwen, his knights, and his people, even if he values Merlin "above all others".
So Arthur fell first. But Merlin fell harder.
Dat's how I see it anyway, feel free to disagree 💪
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heart-eyes-mcgee · 2 years
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is it like mega sad that like fanfics r my happy place???
like to an extent where it’s just a cope at this point.
started when I was 12 for a bed time story and now I’m 19 just chillin w the little gay pple in my phone cuz work got a lil type bit overwhelming.
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