Tumgik
#hunith merlin
Text
AU where Morgause and Cenred kidnap Hunith instead of Elyan in S3, knowing Arthur will do anything for Merlin
They don’t understand why this small village woman seems so calm, even amused by the situation. Does she not realise what danger she is in? Her son?
But then Merlin “I love my mum” No-Last-Name A.K.A. The Most Powerful Sorcerer Ever to Walk the Earth single handedly breaks down the castle walls and takes down their guards instantly because how dare they take his mum
Honestly, that’s the magic reveal we needed
3K notes · View notes
quotidian-oblivion · 4 months
Text
This was supposed to be a short drabble about baby Merlin using magic. Somehow, this turned into a 3-shot with Balinor + Hunith's love story, Hunith struggling to be a single parent, and her watching Merlin grow. Warning: angst galore, soft parent-child love, some fluff, and a hopeful and happy ending which somehow makes you cry.
New fic! Beta-ed by @tireddruid
@christmas-countdown-playlist
19 notes · View notes
that-one-chaotic-npc · 9 months
Text
Merlin and GCs
Huniths boys 🤍
Merlin
Arthur
Will
Hunith
Arthur and Will bicker, Hunith drops *subtle* hints about some acknowledged feelings , Merlin and Will are dorks and get told off alot.
The round table
Arthur
Merlin
Gwen
The knights (all of them not just the main lads)
Gaius
Morgana
Mostly business, occasionally some *relevant* castle drama,
Locker room💪
Arthur
Merlin
Leon
Elyan
Lance
Gwaine
Percival
+ Mordred gets added at some point
General knights banter, teasing, making plans for the tavern and other outings. Some rather outlandish nicnames, and lots of sneak attack photos from Gwaine.
👑Blue blood👑
Arthur
Morgana
Gwen
Merlin
Just good vibes and advice
M.P.S (Merlin protection service)
Leon
Elyan
Gwaine
Lance
Percival
Just some guys fangirling about their favourite warlock.
Feel free to rb with more/alterations
25 notes · View notes
bunnyartsistic · 1 year
Text
The relationship between Merlin and Hunith is so so so special to me you dont understand. The stories Hunith must have, like so many stories of magical mishaps and god how did she deal? Im going insane
31 notes · View notes
hannahhook7744 · 2 years
Text
My least favorite things about merlin;
Tumblr media
The fact that all my favorite characters die
The fact Will never met Gwaine cause we were deprived of several fun scenes there. Several pranks.
The fact that Merlin's fun scenes with the round table got smaller as time went on (I love our boys okay?)
The fact that Merlin's friends never found out he had magic.
The fact that the knights never met Merlin's mother.
That Gili didn't show up again.
The fact that we never got a scene with Gwaine helping Merlin hide Aithusa because I have absolutely no doubt that Gwaine would have been all for it. It's Gwaine. Illegal is his middle name.
Just how little we got shown of Gwaine and Lance and the knights.
73 notes · View notes
threemoonwatchers · 1 year
Text
Hunith: My child is completely normal!
Her child:
22 notes · View notes
vampyreblogger · 1 year
Text
grunhilde:
Tumblr media
guinevere:
Tumblr media
helen:
Tumblr media
hilda:
Tumblr media
hunith:
Tumblr media
isolde:
Tumblr media
kara:
Tumblr media
lamia:
Tumblr media
mary:
Tumblr media
mary collins:
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
longlivechips · 2 months
Text
Arthur was trained to kill since birth, but Merlin was trained to lie.
Hunith must have drilled in little Merlin, with his golden heart and friendly personality, not to trust people. Not to tell them the truth.
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
BBC Merlin & Text Posts (16/?)
1K notes · View notes
weaponizedducks · 3 months
Text
imagine what the ealdor villagers must have thought of merlin. when he lived there they thought he was a bit odd, probably accident prone, on the outside, bit of a funny guy. he had exactly one friend. all of a sudden he leaves to go to fucking camelot of all places. why? stfu we don't need a why. they think nothing of it and forget about him.
IMAGINE THEIR REACTION WHEN HE RANDOMLY SHOWS UP WITH THE FUCKING PRINCE OF CAMELOT, THEIR ENEMY, FOLLOWING HIM LIKE A LOST PUPPY. I WOULD BE SHOCKED OUT OF MY FUCKING SKIN IF A LITTLE WEIRDO REAPPEARED HAVING BAGGED A PRINCE. NO WONDER WILL WAS SUSPICIOUS. WHY IS AN ENEMY PRINCE HERE. WHY IS HE HARDCORE FLIRTING WITH MY BESTIE. WHY IS HE SO WHIPPED.
2K notes · View notes
hopelessromantic5 · 3 months
Text
King Arthur happens to be traveling through Ealdor the exact day the citizens decide they’ve had enough of Merlin.
Labeling him too dangerous, they tied him up on the pyre in the center of town.
As long as Merlin had been alive, he’d never seen this pyre lit.
He would’ve just gotten himself out of this situation with his ‘gifts’ if it weren’t for his poor mother.
The villagers would never let her live in peace if he magically disappeared.
No, this was the only way she could go on living, even with a broken heart.
He didn’t fight. He didn’t really hear much of what they spit at him. But he could hear his mother wailing at him, to save himself, to do whatever he must do.
He’d resigned himself to an early death.
Tom, the town representative, started spewing some righteous words at him. New Religion words that didn’t quite make sense to him, but that’s to be expected. He is, himself, a creature of the old religion, if prophecy is to be trusted.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, serpent?”
Merlin opened his mouth to tell his mother that he loved her, but he stopped short.
In the distance, he could hear a sound.
The beating of hooves on hard, cold dirt.
Visitors were approaching.
It must be fate, he thinks.
As the horses drew closer, the villagers slowly turned their attentions away from him.
Merlin simply hung his head, letting the Earth he loved so dearly decide which way his life would swing.
“What is the meaning of this?”
A calm, steady voice came from behind him. Deep and concerned. Merlin wished he could see the man.
“My lord,” Tom bowed, as well as he could, which was strange.
Upon realization, Merlin’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, were these visitors noble? They never had nobility stay long enough to make comments on anything, only ever just passing through.
“I asked you a question.” The voice said again, with all the authority of someone who’s used to using it.
“This man is a sorcerer, sire. We were just-“
“What has he done?”
“Sire?”
“What has this man done to call for these extreme measures?” When no one answered him immediately, he rephrased.
“Surely there must’ve been a crime committed?” As if it’s a question.
Merlin’s mother pulled herself out of shock and brought herself forth.
“He did nothing, sire.” She spoke firm and unmoving. She must’ve seen hope in this man that Merlin had yet to lay eyes on. “He’s only ever used it for healing wounds and helping our gardens in the winter. Please have mercy on him, my lord. He is my only son.” Tears started falling as her voice broke. She finally met Merlin’s eyes again and he smiled at her, weakly.
“So this man-“
“Sorcerer.” Corrected Tom. What a dick.
“This man, did nothing but heal you and help you survive and this is how you repay him?”
Again no answer.
The man seemed to gesture at Tom, walking towards the town elder, and bringing him finally into Merlin’s line of sight.
The doomed boy nearly gasped.
Silver and red bled together in the sun, armor and finery melded like roses in white sand.
The man-the lord…the knight? He had golden blonde hair, that shone like it’s own light.
Blue eyes made even more obvious and striking surrounded by unblemished, sun-kissed skin.
“You seem to be leading the horde. Tell me why?” No, answer. “Cut him down.” A command. The stranger’s face was a hard, blank line.
Funny how, even then, he didn’t feel like a stranger. But Merlin was in no state to remember it.
“My lord, I do not think that would be wise. Your father was the one to wage war on magic-“
“I am not my father. Cut him down.”
Merlin swallowed. Uther Pendragon was the only person in his mind that waged the war on magic, that began the purge. Which means this man could only be his son, Prince Arthur.
What a prince he was.
Well, King, now.
No wonder every person in the vicinity practically dropped to their knees upon his arrival. They’d all heard stories of ‘The Just King’ that now reigned over Camelot. Giving whatever he could to his citizens that needed it most, never turning anyone away who seeks shelter. Merlin had heard the same as everyone else. Seeing the King in person now, he was in awe.
“I will not endanger the lives of all who live here.” Tom turns back to Merlin with the lit torch.
Merlin held his breath, but the second Tom turned away from him, the King pulled his sword. It made the loveliest sound as it left the sheath.
The sound of salvation.
Tom had the tip of a majestic blade directed right at his throat, as the King spoke again.
“I said, cut him down.”
The look on the King’s face was one that could kill.
Merlin wondered momentarily why he cared so much.
Finally someone from the crowd stepped forward with a knife and began to cut away Merlin’s ties.
Hunith leapt forward and engulfed her son in a hug, while also somewhat holding his body upright.
He did not want to let go, considering he thought he would never get to hug his mother again. But the entire village was watching them.
As was-
“What is your name?”
It was phrased as a question but spoken like a command. Merlin knew it was directed at him without opening his eyes.
He did, reluctantly, release his mother and turn to the golden King, facing deep blue eyes head on. Never cowering.
“Merlin.”
The King must’ve seen something in him. Something every other person was blind to or chose to ignore, simply because he was a peasant. He took a step closer and Merlin could hear the tiny tink of metal pieces on his shining armor, as he did so.
“Well, Merlin.” He said, as if trying it out for himself. “Seeing as I’ve just given you your life, I’d like to ask a favor.”
Merlin’s curiosity was peaked, to say the least. King’s didn’t ask favors, they took whatever they wanted.
King Arthur did not wait for a reply to continue.
“I’m in need of assistance. And I could use someone with a gift like yours, specifically.”
Merlin narrowed his eyes in minuscule doubt. Doubt of intentions, doubt of his safety.
The King somehow knowing his exact thoughts said
“Of course you would be permitted to come back when you are needed. And when I have accomplished my goal, if you wish, you can leave. I will not keep anyone against their will. I am simply offering.” A small smile played on his mouth. Flush pink lips. He also held up his hands as if to say ‘I will not harm you’.
Merlin’s gut told him to follow this man.
Terrifyingly, his intuition told him to follow this man, practically a stranger, anywhere. Everywhere.
Merlin felt a pull he’s never felt before. In the moment, he assumed it was immense gratitude for saving his life.
Merlin turned to meet his mothers eyes, he already knew what she was going to tell him.
“I think it will be good for you. To get out for a while.” She smiles softly.
“Will you be alright?” He whispered, glancing at the crowd still gathered around an unlit pyre.
“I’ll be fine.” She grabbed him in a bear hug, like she always did. “And if they boot me out, I’ll come find you.”
Merlin sighed into her shoulder.
“Alright.”
When Merlin turned back, the King had turned his eyes to the ground, giving mother and son a moment of privacy.
Merlin was starting to warm to him already.
“Can I pack first?”
King Arthur met his gaze then, doing that half smile thing, again.
“I suppose.” He nodded. “But don’t dawdle we need to move if we want to make it back before sundown.”
“Yes, sire.” The title which usually held reverence and respect, was laced with sarcasm. He didn’t seem to think twice, as he strode away towards their hut to gather his things.
If Merlin had looked back, he would’ve found a fully beaming King looking after him and about six knights with faces of complete shock.
And perhaps, one knowing mother.
1K notes · View notes
atdawn · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
MERLIN | 4.12 The Sword in the Stone Pt. 1
630 notes · View notes
nodudeshutup · 2 months
Text
I think there should have been an episode of merlin where hunith got to go on a quest. like, this woman fell in love with a criminal on the run she was harboring in her house, was around for the most powerful sorcerer ever's terrible twos, and then sent said sorcerer right into camelot in a gamble so bold it had to work out. she could throw some hands i bet.
637 notes · View notes
I need a fic where Arthur knows magic isn’t inherently evil but doesn’t know about Merlin’s magic.
So he sees his new manservant being terrified of anything magical and tries to convince Merlin that magic can be good.
Meanwhile, Merlin thinks that Arthur knows about him so he’s trying to subtly convince Arthur that he should stop bringing it up.
Morgana just cackling in the background.
And it goes on until Ealdor when Arthur is like: “why the hell are you so anti magic if you have it?!”
And Merlin is so confused: “you didn’t know? But you kept trying to reassure me that you weren’t afraid of me.”
And Hunnith is watching all this unfold like: “ah yes, soulmates. Two sides of the same coin but if the coin is anything like their brain cells, it isn’t worth much.”
849 notes · View notes
bunnyartsistic · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
It’s child!Merlin and Mama Hunith time!!
23 notes · View notes
lauravian · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
S1E10: The Moment of Truth
Redrawing a screenshot from every episode of Merlin... (until I get bored of it)
473 notes · View notes