#so it is merlin’s pov

[weaponizedducks]

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.

#if anyone has any fics like this pls rec them #ealdor #god they must have been so confused #merthur #outsider pov #merlin #hunith #bbc merlin #if leon were here he would be sufferin #i'm tagging it #long suffering leon #leon the long suffering #will of ealdor #arthur pendragon #blue rewatches merlin

[whataboutthreateninganass]

this promotional image of Bradley literally haunts my dreams:

PLEASEEEE 😭😭

why is he standing like that !!

#pov my sleep paralysis demon #poor Bradley #if someone asks me what Arthur’s energy is like #I will show them this exact photo #I’m just imagining the direction they gave him to take this photo #bradley your character is a hardened warrior who has trained in combat his whole life #so for this photo please stand there as if you have never held a sword before #and look as clueless and as lost as possible please #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin bbc #bradley james

[camelotsheart]

or: merlin uses the horn of cathbhad to summon arthur's spirit (before you ask, yes there are fics)

#pov: its 5.30am and you are spiralling down a ghost!arthur rabbit hole #i haven't read many of the fics btw so i cant personally recommend any but i did figure out the tag has been populated #catch me reading fic instead of finishing my assignment :') #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlinedit #merthuredit #giffing you are truly missed but mentally i cannot rn

[pyjamacryptid]

memes from the pov of camelot citizens (bbc merlin) part 7

looks I’m still not done with these lol - hope u enjoy! 🤠

[ID in alt]

(apparently wasps love nectar/fruit hehe but don’t hold me to that)

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#bbc merlin #bbc camelot citizen memes #listen I imagine Merlin and Lancelot got into some SHENANIGANS #the chaos of the week is happening and Lancelot is forcing Merlin to involve him #like hey you don’t need to go at this alone anymore <3 #and merlin’s like right ok can you steal the bones from the kennel? #Lancelot: I have so many questions but sure buddy i’m ride or die #memes #Merlin #in universe memes #outsider pov #the knights of the round table #merlin emrys #bbc gaius #morgana pendragon #aithusa #uther pendragon #horsehusband #arthur pendragon #sir leon #bbc lancelot #bbc emrys #king cenred #Merthur

[thefollow-spot]

"Untitled" (Keeping)

Lancelot/Merlin ● General Audiences ● WC: 200 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'Enough'.

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You’ve taken an arrow for our prince. Home, we’re alone in your room. Your blood is stopped, but needs redressing. Pale, you’ve always been too fair. Your smiling eyes crinkle, hiding anything that hurts.

“Least Arthur’s safe,” you mutter. “Didn’t even have to use magic.”

Always for Arthur: wounds, scars, soul. Never will you put this down. Couldn’t I be enough for you? I know the answer. Cupping your face; kissing your lips. Take my swordsman’s hands, put them to work. Cleaning jagged skin; replacing the bandage, rotting red. I can’t fault you: I know what loving in service is.

◦◦◦

When you touch me this way, you’ve got a sculptor’s hands: strong, reverent. I wasn’t made for this—you know that, don’t you? I’m only half of a set (so the Dragon says). Properly, I can’t belong to you, even if I wished I could.

Shuddering, you breathe against my neck: “You’re too reckless, my lord.”

Later, my head in your lap, we steal time by your chamber hearth. I rest my wounded leg; you hum songs from your boyhood. Could you love me anyway, and make this be enough? Please believe me when I say I can’t be more.

#Hahaha... first-person POV? It's more likely than you think 😎 #This is the first time I've written a fic in first-person so! Have at 'er <3 #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfiction #merlin fic #ynnealay #thefollow-spot #ynnealay's fic #merlin micro fic #merlin micro fic 2024 #mercelot #merlance #lancelot #double drabble

[deeplyridiculouslyinlove]

Okay wait the hairpiece I’m OBSESSED with that Moiraine wears all around Tar Valon in 01x06 is her secret childhood eavesdropping device?!

#I know the likelihood of that making its way onto the show is tiny but now I will be thinking of it every time she wears it 😭 #also the last few sentences of book one being the only part from moiraine’s pov and it communicating so much about her personality somehow?? #the merlin character is always the most interesting one sorry!!! #wot book 1 #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #dril reads wot #moiraine damodred

[lesbicosmos]

been listening to hozier on repeat all day so here's a random thing - hozier songs as the first fictional character(s) that comes to mind with no explanation

take me to church - neil perry (dps)

to be alone - jamie taylor + dani clayton (the haunting of bly manor)

like real people do - neil + todd

from eden - crowley + aziraphale (good omens) but also neil + todd

work song - the buried (magnus archives) (not a character ik but still)

sunlight - neil + todd

wasteland, baby! - jon sims + martin blackwood (magnus archives)

would that i - neil + todd

arsonist's lullabye - merlin (bbc merlin)

#if it wasnt obvious the bold/italic one is whose pov it is #anyway this just proves anderperry are so hozier coded #hozier #music #dps #dps fandom #anderperry #neil perry #todd anderson #tma #jonmartin #the haunting of bly manor #damie #dani clayton #jamie taylor #anthony j crowley #good omens #bbc merlin #sarahs random thoughts

[fluffypotatey]

Back on my "Dragonlords with dragon traits" bullshit and man. Imagine if they had eyeshine. It's caused by a reflective layer of tissue in the eye, called the tapetum lucidum, which is how nocturnal animals see in the dark. (Best example is how a cat's eyes glow when you shine a light at them.) It's not noticeable under normal circumstances because they're usually around other people in the daytime, or if it's dark, there's usually torches, a fire, some kind of light source that'll hide it.

But imagine being on night watch, coming around the corner in a dark corridor, and all you see is a pair of eyes shining in the dark at you like

And you almost fucking shit yourself, but then you hold out your torch and it's Merlin. Just Merlin. The servant with the silly ears and stupid scarf. That's all. Right?

ok so imagine:

You're a guard on the nightwatch. It's your first time here. Typically, you would be tasked with patrolling the second floor courtyard during the day but there weren't enough guards for the nightwatch (too many prisoners escaping and whatnot), and staffing chose you because you were new to the castle anyways.

So, it's your first day on the job. You're partnered with one of the seasoned guards. He's a little strange. Always snacking, always giving you furtive glances with a sly smirk. You really want to knock him off his socks, but the job comes first (unfortunately).

After hours of silently contemplating whether it'd be worth the loss of another job by hitting your companion right in his smug face, the two of you hear a loud crash near the kitchens. You can't tell if you're relieved or disappointed by the distraction, but both you and your companion investigate the noise.

"Who's there?" you shout.

Your companion smacks the back of your head.

"Yeah, great going there, now they know where we are and could kill us!"

Such a paranoid watchman, you think to yourself.

No one responds to your shout, but there's some shuffling and a shadow appears near the torchlight. Despite your companion's protests, you move quickly to the shadow and find--

"Merlin?"

The servant freezes, sighs, and turns around grumbling about something or whatever (you don't care enough to listen). He lifts his head up to the hallway's ceiling, praying (you bet) that maybe this night ends quickly. When he brings his head back, you yourself freeze as you are met with red-like eyes flashing right at you.

"Uh..."

"Again, Merlin?" says your companion. "You said you were done with stealing the pastries during the night."

Merlin gives your companion a sheepish look and turns away almost like a little kid caught stealing cookies from the jar. You can't help but notice that his eyes are no longer that strange reflective look now. They reminded you a little of a cat or an owl or...anything that doesn't resemble a human.

"Yeah, I know," Merlin says with that soft smile of his. You forget why the servant had unnerved you in the first place. "Old habits, ya know?"

"I understand." Your companion nods then grabs you by the arm. "Well, I guess we'll just leave you with a warning then! Remember to be careful on your way back to bed. I heard there's a monster prowling about."

Merlin gives a nod in response with a blinding smile. Again, his eyes give that same reflective look like an animal's would. You can't help to flinch.

The two of you walk away from the kitchen (more of, your companion drags you but semantics). You're still a little unnerved from what you saw that you don't even pay attention to where you're being dragged to until you arrive back where patrols began.

"What's-"

"You saw nothing."

You blink, surprised at your companion. He's clutching your arms very tightly, looking right at you (too close, if you're being honest).

"Merlin," he says slowly, "was just getting a night snack, right?"

"Right."

"You saw nothing strange."

You open your mouth to protest or maybe question why this should matter. Or maybe why Merlin's eyes were so strange. But he cuts you off shaking you a little.

"You saw nothing!"

Feeling a little delirious, but thoroughly shaken, you nod. You're beginning to piece together why the guard is doing this, but not everything is there. Yet.

"I saw nothing."

#long post #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #merlin the eldritch horror/deity to the magic community #merlin the eldritch horror #so sorry this reply is late bestie #anyway enjoy this fun little 2nd pov ficlet (drabble?) you've inspired #is it perfect? no #but i like it #anyway the castle staff knows all

[merlinemrys]

NOOOOOO IM HAVING THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT ARTHUR 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HE’S JUST A LIDDLE GUY 🥺🥺🥺 SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#I WILL BE IMSUFFERABLE ABOUT HIM. JUST MASS LIKED SO MANY ARTHUR POSTS BC I PUT HIM ON A SKEWER AND IM LETTING HIM ROTATE AROUND IN MY HEAD #shows #bbc merlin #arthur #text #tais toi lys #thinking abt writing fic but idk idk IDK. torn btwn doing arthur’s pov but also anyone else’s pov to cherish him #<- it is SO incredibly easy for me to write arthur’s pov (don’t psychoanalyse that) but there is smth soooo incredibly healing abt writing #from the pov of someone who loves arthur #*

[queerofthedagger]

Felix Culpa

[Merlin/Arthur, Explicit, 1,5k]

Tags: Modern AU, Lawyers, Breaking Up & Making Up, Angry Sex, Mutual Pining, Light Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

“God, but I hate you,” Merlin chokes out, and it sounds horrible. It sounds like a lie, and the shattering truth of the matter is that Arthur has always been excellent at sniffing those out. There is a reason why he makes a great lawyer. Merlin simply wishes that things were different, at least in those rare moments where he admits it to himself. Ironically enough, most often that happens when he is drunk, or when he is about to come; ironically enough, it is still Arthur who, more often than not, is responsible for either. It is bad form to hook up with the competition; it is worse form to keep hooking up with your ex. Somehow, Merlin's questionable life choices might lead to something good—great, even—anyway.

#bbcm #merthur #merlin fic #mona's writing #it's bingo blackout season i'm going to be so annoying <3 #look at me writing merlin's pov for once

[rosaacicularis]

someone please ask me about my bbc merlin scarian au i need to talk about it or i will explode!!!

#I AM BRAINROTTING IT SO HARD #HAVENT BEEN THIS EXCITED ABOUT A SCENE SINCE THE TCLIOP KISS SCENE!!!!! #ITS GONNA BE CRAZY BESTIES YOU ARE NOT READY FOR IT #it’s a two part series with one from scars pov and one from grian’s going to quickly plan them both out and then im going to write them #at the SAME TIME!!! simultaneously!!! #so they’ll be out at the same time so that you guys can read them back to back #im going insane about it im actually buzzing with excitement about it you guys don’t even understand #scarian #hermitshipping #grian #gtws #desert duo #merlin au

[bellamyblakru]

okay its still a work in progress, but here is my merthur playlist if anyone is interested 🫡

#ashley creates #it took me… too long #im listening through rn to make sure but its 🧎🏼‍♀️ #merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #its very merlin pov centric so nothing new there #Spotify

[pyjamacryptid]

The Romance Section

A ficlet I wrote in one sitting to see if I could 😅

TW: Accidental voyeurism, but barely anything is seen. It’s all fluff. First kiss. Merthur.

The search for a singular book should not be as arduous a journey as the trek to Moria, Daegal thought to himself.

The maze of his university’s library was a magical place, sure, but in the sense that only witchcraft could cause every single person to find themselves lost in it, at least once. Remembering the time he’d found himself in the psychology section instead of the botany section, Daegal had asked one of the librarians for the specific location of his book. The librarian had been a young man but he’d sighed like an ancient one when he scrawled across the scrap of paper and slid it across the desk to Daegal. Feeling awkward, he’d scurried off and moments later he found himself lost.

What an odd phrase, Daegal thought idly. To find himself lost. But he was. Very very very lost.

Daegal could hear but it was so indistinct it only confused him further. Pages rustled, a pencil scratched paper, keyboards clacked, a person coughed, a slight whisper.

The shelves were made of oak and just as tall as an oak, it seemed. They towered over Daegal and their canopy shaded him from the fluorescent lights. They wore signs; the framed paper next to him read 130 PARAPSYCHOLOGY AND OCCULTISM. Psychology was on the other end of the library from where he started, and he’d started at 400! He had been trying to find 500! How on earth had he ended up here again?

He sighed long and deep, his head so slumped forward he looked like a cane made of jelly. Well, this was the 100 section - in terms of the DDC anyway - so it was only logical that he’d just follow the shelves numerically until he reached 580, right? Mind made up, Daegal walked back the way he had come.

Ten minutes later, Daegal had bravely discovered the Literature section (Class 800) and was seconds from shouting. This being the quiet section of the library was the point; it would summon a librarian in moments who’d carry him off to safety kick him out instantly. Daegal, unfortunately, was a polite and responsible young lad and kept his mouth shut.

It was good he did because he heard indistinct quiet voices, much closer than any he’d heard in a while. Perhaps only an aisle or two away, even. This was good! If he found who belonged to the voices, they could hopefully direct him back to civilisation! (And not get him further lost).

Daegal crossed an aisle and then came upon a little nook. It was a small, square space bordered by two sets of shelves and two walls that joined into a corner. This must be one of the back walls of the library, Daegal surmised and, by the looks of the desks and armchairs, a desirable and cosy little place to read, too. If one could find their way out again, that is.

As he came upon the threshold of this small nook (the bordering shelves on either side of him), the voices - though still hushed - grew louder by proximity. It sounded like two people, unless someone wasn’t speaking of course. He looked about and there, to the left, was the back of a narrow head covered in dark, cropped hair and framed by overly large ears— Was that Professor Pryce? The head turned towards Daegal ever so slightly and— yes! It was! Red scarf and all!

Professor Merlin Pryce was his teacher for the history of plants in medicine this semester. It was Daegal’s favourite class, so far. Professor Pryce was a favourite of students, especially since he did all he could to make the subject interesting.

“I near developed atrophy when I took this class myself, it was so droll,” he’d told them. His guest lecturer, Dr Gaius Wynne-Jones, had smacked him round the head for that. Daegal had been shocked until the student beside him had informed him they were related or something.

Back in the library, Daegal opened his mouth to greet his professor like a shipwrecked man that had finally spotted a boat—

A second voice spoke, it’s owner just out of view, and Daegal suddenly remembered Professor Pryce wasn’t alone. Unable to escape his curse of politeness, Daegal peeked around the shelf he stood next to. It could be nothing, just idle conversation, but he didn’t want to interrupt or impose. Yes, this was technically public, but this was also a very quiet, almost private corner of the library.

The owner of the second voice turned out to be a second man, perhaps the same age as Professor Pryce. He had blond hair that swept over his forehead and wore something Daegal had heard people refer to as ‘business casual’. Ironed, black trousers, nice shoes and a peacoat, left unbuttoned over a dress shirt. He stood rather close to Professor Pryce and both of them seemed comfortable enough with it that Daegal assumed they must know each other either very well, for a very long time, or both. Daegal had never seen him around so it was unlikely he was a professor here, especially if he knew Professor Pryce. Professor Smith was always waiting outside his classroom to have lunch with Professor Pryce.

Professor Pryce and his friend appeared to be in deep conversation, based on how soft spoken they remained, their closeness and the— the way they were looking at one another? Daegal didn’t want to presume. It was hard not to though, when the blond man seemed to hesitate for a moment and then, as if he got a burst of courage, took Professor Pryce’s hand in his own. Then, as if naturally and without much thought, he cradled it, ‘til the back of Professor Pryce’s hand was against his heart.

“Merlin,” he murmured, louder than he had been since, as if it had been punched out of him. “You must know I…”

His voice faded away again.

Professor Pryce scrunched his brows at their intertwined hands, as if confused, and then blinked firmly, once, as if he thought he was seeing things. Nothing changed so he looked up, into his companion’s face. Professor Pryce must see what Daegal could unmistakably see, meters away and half behind a shelf, because he said “Oh, shut up.” and swooped in.

Daegal sprung back. He had been looking to make sure he wouldn’t impose! Not to actually impose! Panicked and praying to the library gods that he wouldn’t be heard and therefore actually interrupt, he scurried away again, as far away as he could.

He hoped he actually found the Psychology section again. Instead, he stumbled across Botany. Go figure.

A/N: I gave Merlin the surname Pryce in this little fic because Pryce means “son of Rhys” (as in, ap Rhys), and ‘rhys’ is in ‘Emrys’ so I thought that was fun and decided to try it out!

#merthur #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur ficlet #I’m trying to write out short things #just to practice #and actually finish writing something even small #so uh here! #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #daegal #merlin x arthur #pov outsider #fluff #first kiss #accidental voyeurism #but like barely #merthur fic #bbc daegal #professor!merlin #merlin fic #merlin fanfic #merlin ficlet #fanfiction #fanfic #ren writes

[icecreamkink]

also i love that merlin like, immediately starts tidying up arthurs room seemingly out of habit in the background..... but in like a completely unhinged, sloppy, inneffective way. just picking up arthurs EXPENSIVE plate armour and dumping it on the ground behind the wardrobe. chucking the fruit back on the bowl. just fuckn.... Flinging arthurs coat across the room over the trunk

#hes SO bad at his job im obsessed 💖 #just thr fact he's the worst manservant but immediately starts to putter around the room anyway?? hilarious tudo pra mim #i wonder what merlin and arthur look like from a 3rd person pov #jsjsijd #two halves of one whole dumbass #merlin blogging #the chambermaids probably HATE him tho snd yknow thats fair #merlin

[scionofguineverependragon]

i actually really like that what made arthur pure of heart is that he would die with no hesitation for his people/friends.

like yeah he can be stubborn, yeah he can be a bit of an ass. but god forbid he would stand there and let someone die if he can prevent it, even with his own life.

the bbcm creators may have done arthur dirty with his arc, but his loyalty to his people and his unbreakable willingness to die for them is a core part of what makes him arthur. and ultimately, what makes him pure of heart.

#no hesitation no questions asks like yeah i would die for you even if i barely know you #like however much you love someone jumping at the occasions to die for them is not an easy decision #also i read the labyrinth of gedref not so long ago and getting more of arthur’s pov was just so good #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #sp

[many-gay-magpies]

me writing this fic

#(or that arthur is in love with merlin anyway. we know it goes both ways but it's only arthur's pov so yk) #magpie thoughts #magpie's writing adventures