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#the long suffering knight
justaz · 3 months
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*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*
merlin, magic user: oh fuck
arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?
lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic
gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!
mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.
percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.
*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*
elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.
leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:
*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*
leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.
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Arthur: *tapping on the table during a council meeting*
Merlin: *tapping back while rolling his eyes*
Councillor: What are they doing?
Leon: Morse code. We needed some way to get through these meetings without one of them getting mad and yelling at the other.
Councillor: Isn’t that one just a servant?
Leon: *about to put his head through a table*
Arthur: *stops mid tap and glares* You take that back you fossilised fuck! Actually, stand up, you’re off the council. Merlin, sit down. Even your idiocy doesn’t come close to his.
Leon: You and Merlin still need to argue in morse code, even if he’s got a seat.
Merlin: Yes, Leon.
Arthur: Yes, Leon.
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weaponizedducks · 3 months
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how did we as a society move on from 'you're the only friend i have and i couldn't bear to lose you'. like??? why does no one talk about this. i personally never recovered
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wishiwasadruid · 1 year
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Leon: What do you call disobeying the law?
The Knights and Merlin: A hobby.
Leon: *crosses his arms*
The Knights: That we do not engage in.
Arthur: I am the law.
Merlin: I engage in this hobby, regularly.
{Merlin: I also want to get engaged to the law}
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pyjamacryptid · 1 year
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Notebook doodle dump; bbc merlin edition
[click on the images for better quality! though that quality is lined notebook paper lol]
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pen-your-dragons · 3 months
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I think I’m onto something
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achillesuwu · 1 year
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Me thinking that it would be really funny (why nearly all of my most begin like that —) if Freya comes to Camelot as a Druid/magical representative and Arthur, the Knights and Gwen know 3 things about her
1. She is married
2. She is really powerful and can kick your ass
3. If she isn't in an ass-kicking mood her very very very powerful immortal husband will handle the ass kicking
They absolutely do not know about Freylin and they all are sweating buckets when they see Merlin successfully flirting with her at the welcoming feast.
( Meanwhile Merlin and Freya enjoying some role-play : so~ my name is merlin 🥰 Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Freya.🥰)
Basically the Knights, Gwen, Arthur (and even maybe Gaius for extra fun) trying VERY hard to stop Merlin and failling miserably
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ambriel-angstwitch · 8 months
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Arthur: Anyone d-
Merlin: Depressed?
Leon: Drained?
Gwaine: Dumb?
Mordred: Disliked?
Arthur: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people
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leondegranced · 1 year
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Based on this post by @madebypointlesswords
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hopelessromantic5 · 2 months
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It happened during a knighting ceremony of all places.
Sir Chester finally lasted longer than a minute in combat with the King, it was time to bring him into the fold.
It was all going rather smoothly. That is, until a witch appeared seemingly out of thin air, and lingered only long enough to aim a razor sharp dagger at the King’s heart.
It may have only been seconds. But that was as long as Merlin’s instincts ever took to kick in.
Unfortunately, Merlin did not, for the first time in his life, consider the repercussions of using magic before actually doing it. Maybe because it had been a while since Arthur was in the up-close-and-personal kind of danger, maybe because Merlin was caught off guard, the one time he sets his weight back on his heels to just take a breath, exist, and this happens.
The witches body slammed against the wall behind the king and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Just as the ‘thud’ sounded across the throne room, so did the sound of Excalibur leaving it’s sheath.
Merlin saw it coming, because he never took his eyes off Arthur.
Arthur was approaching slowly, with his sword pointed as far as it would go away from his body. An attachment to his arm, another limb, as it always had been. Merlin braced for what was coming.
What he didn’t expect was Leon of all people, alongside Lancelot, stepping between Merlin and the King of Camelot.
The sorcerer was stunned.
So, it seemed, was the King.
He narrowed his eyes at two of his most trusted knights, sword never wavering in it’s place, pointed directly at Merlin, still.
“You would choose Merlin over your sovereign?” Frustration was present in his tone but it gave no indication of what Arthur wanted the answer to be.
So, instead, Leon told the King the truth.
“No, sire. We would choose Merlin because you are our sovereign.” Arthur was taken more aback at that. “If we allowed any harm to befall Merlin, even by your own hand, you would never forgive us, Arthur.”
At once, Arthur knew Leon was right.
The fight left his body and the King’s sword, maybe for the first time in his life, fell from his weak grasp. Hitting the stone floor with a deafening clang.
“Everyone out.” Arthur finally said to the room at large. “Everyone but Leon and Lancelot, out.”
Arthur caught Merlin’s eye, his manservant already knew that he was expected to stay, as well. It would likely be his official trial.
Maybe Leon and Merlin both knew that Arthur would not harm his friend, but he was still the King and often felt he had to uphold the law regardless.
The rest of the knights that were in attendance for the ceremony began shuffling out of the throne room. Once again, Arthur’s voice rang out, halting them momentarily.
“If I hear a single word about what happened here today, trust that I will find its source.”
None of them trusted themselves enough to speak, they simply nodded and bowed before finally taking their leave.
When the door closed behind them, Arthur visibly deflated even further. The King slipping out of his shoulders, it was just Arthur.
Merlin braced himself for the bite. The other shoe to drop.
Finally his voice came, quiet and carefully balanced.
“I assume Lancelot knew.”
“Only because he was close enough to see it for himself, I never told him.” Merlin answered, trying to make Arthur understand just how badly Merlin had always wanted him to know.
“So then, why…”
Merlin took a chance and stepped forward. Toward Arthur, away from the sanctuary of Leon and Lancelot’s protection.
“Think of all that’s happened. Even from that first day. Vengeful witches and beasts of all natures. Love spells and bandits and horrible, corrupt rulers. When would’ve been a good time to explain that not all of us are trying to kill you? That I would never-“ Merlin cut himself off, he was going off in the wrong direction.
“When Morgana ran with Morgause, I knew that I may never be able to tell you. The betrayal would’ve been too much. When the lady returned, sought our help, I held out hope that maybe you could open your heart to magic, and you did. I’ve never been more proud.” A very long pause. No one moves a muscle. “Then, your father fell ill. I knew, almost immediately that it was Morgause taking her revenge. For the death of her parents but also for ‘stealing’ the one thing she truly cared about in all this world: her sister. There was nothing I could do. Everything I’ve kept you apart from, every time death has ever grazed just past you, that, losing your father, was the one fate I wanted to save you from, more than any of it.” Merlin was staring directly into Arthur’s unflinching blue eyes, the way they always have. Saying everything without saying anything. But Merlin decided, before he dies, he would like to say it.
The newly outed sorcerer fell to his knees, nearly putting his forehead to the floor at his King’s feet.
“I am so sorry I could not save him, sire.” It was nearly a whisper but in the silence, it was blaring. “I tried.” He choked out. “I tried everything I knew to do and nothing worked. I’m so sorry.”
It was quiet for a long time. Merlin didn’t dare to look up. Keeping his blurred gaze on Arthur’s boots. Thinking of how he may never get to wash them again.
Suddenly, movement was heard behind him.
Merlin’s first assumption was that the knights were finally coming to their dutiful senses and hauling him to the dungeons. But the sound of rustling armor didn’t get any closer. In fact, it got further away.
When Merlin finally tore his gaze away, he found both knights leaving. Not sparing a glance backward.
Had Arthur given them permission to leave? The manservant never heard him say a word.
“Merlin. Please, stand up.”
Arthur never said please. Not if he wasn’t dying.
Merlin stood without thinking, meeting those startling eyes, once more.
The King whispered, as if reassuring a child,
“It is not…your fault.”
Merlin almost fell again, out of sheer relief, this time. Relief and heartache and grieving for the years of his life he’d spent hiding from the one person in the world he never wanted to hide from.
“If you truly did everything you could, then it was…it was his time, Merlin.” Merlin could almost laugh at Arthur Pendragon explaining death to him. “Even if you had not tried, I would understand. Not only was my father murdering your people for decades but he probably would’ve put you on the pyre himself, had you succeeded in saving him.” Merlin saw the way shame drained the color from Arthur’s face and hollowed his eyes. He would carry this the rest of his life. “Merlin, I am sorry. For all he did, and every part I have ever played in it. And I apologize for-“ His eyes dropped away, to the ground, to the doors, Merlin finally realized he was trying not to cry. “I apologize for drawing my sword. Even if circumstances were different, and you were not my manservant, you did nothing to threaten me. It was-“
“Arthur.” Merlin cut him off, feeling his feet begin to solidify under him again. “For someone who grew up here, with the lessons you were taught, it was a completely reasonable instinct.”
“All this time you’ve been…” he trailed off, seemingly replaying memories behind his glazing eyes. “You’ve been protecting me.”
“I am trying my best. You don’t make it easy.”
A smile appeared on Arthur’s face for the first time since Merlin’s eyes turned gold. And Merlin wanted to cry. But he would not. Not in front of his King.
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justaz · 2 months
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lancelot and leon share the braincell. they occasionally give it to the others and let them take turns using it. elyan gets it most often, merlin gets it second often. percival gets it here and there but doesn’t know what to do with it so leon and lancelot only give it to him on slow days and when they’re bored and wanna have fun. arthur only gets it when merlin isn’t around bc if merlin is around then his mere presence is enough to cancel it out. gwaine refuses to take it.
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Elyan: Why aren't they talking?
Leon: They got into an argument last night.
Elyan: Oh. Well then, why are they holding hands?
Leon, sighing: Arthur gets sad when they argue.
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weaponizedducks · 3 months
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wishiwasadruid · 1 year
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Leon, to all the knights: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
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lavendersins · 3 months
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Fic Prompt
The Roundtable gets transported back in time to when Uther has just established Camelot. Magic's everywhere, people are happy, Balinor and Uther are wreaking havoc everywhere like Merthur 1.0, and all of the Roundtable gets to meet their "other selves."
Like for every roundtable knight and merlin, they meet someone who acts just like them.
Merlin = Balinor
Uther = Arthur
etc.
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myths0f01d · 4 months
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