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Merlin was a serial killer.

This is a technical truth, Merlin thinks as he hears the terrified whispers of the townspeople, of knights and guards and stable boys.

"So many people have mysteriously died."

"what if we're next?"

They don't know that all the murders had been evil people, people who planned to kill their King. But it wasn't always obvious, sometimes the evidence was destroyed before Merlin could take it, other times it had been more difficult to explain to himself.

"We have to find this killer!" Arthur says at court, completely unaware that he's standing right next to him.

'A technical truth.' Merlin thinks as people applaud their king.

'Technically, being a sorcerer is the worse crime too.'

Eaten alive

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Merlin (TV)

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Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Leon & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

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Leon (Merlin)

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being eaten alive

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They could only stare in horror as the creature bites through the knights. Merlin could faintly hear screaming and then pain.  

“Retreated.” Sir Leon’s voice broke through the clearing, forcing the few knights that were left into action, grabbing Arthur’s wrist as he pulled him away from there. He forced them to move even though Arthur was almost dead weight.

Trying to pull away, trying to get back to the creature. It needed to be slain before any more people died. Merlin needed to be avenged. He needed to know that his death wasn’t in vain. He died protecting his family, and that is enough.

“Arthur, we need to rethink this. We are not winning; we can come back when we have a plan, and then we can handle it.” Leon’s voice barely broke through the fog, clouding Arthur’s mind.

Suddenly, there was just silence as they stopped in the forest about a kilometre away from the creature. There was a look of horror as the knights placed their hands on Arthur’s shoulder, giving him some comfort.

All of them knew what the relationship was between master and servant. Even when they tried to hide it away, it was clear as day.

All Arthur could do was sit there, his body barely able to move. He glanced upwards, his eyes desperate as he tried to keep his face calm. But from the knight’s eyes, he could see that it wasn’t working.

Leon sighed slightly as he sat down next to Arthur, gently pulling him against his chest, the older knight sent the other away with a glare.

“It is my fault, Leon, I should have insisted that he stay in Camelot. He doesn’t belong out here with us. And the newbies, we should have known.” Arthur's breath hitched as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“Merlin would have just followed us; you know that as well as I do. And unfortunately, we needed to have as many hands-on decks as possible. We didn’t know it would be this bad, Arthur.” Leon tried to give him some comfort.

A sudden blast made them all freeze as a shock wave sent them to the ground.

Arthur forced himself to his feet, hand on his sword, as he rushed back to where the blast came from. As if someone forced himself forward, he came to a halt in the clearing.

The creature on the ground, Merlin, slumped against a tree, blood dripping from his head, an arm cradled against his chest.

“Merlin.” Arthur rushed over to the manservant. Crouching down, he gently moved the soaked hair out of his eyes. He wanted to ask how, instead, Merlin slumped forward against his chest. “Safe.  You all are safe.” His voice slurred, whether, from the head injury or magical exhaustion, Arthur couldn’t say.

His hands trembled as he picked him up. “Go to sleep; I have you.” He whispered the words as he glanced at Leon.

Knowing that between them, they would keep Merlin safe. There is no other choice.

Ao3 Link

I love how it canon in welcome home that the joyful siblings each have an element in the process of making flowers bloom.

Like Franny is the rain, Jonesy is the grass, Bea is the sun, and Julie is the flower itself.

At first, I was so confused because it didn't make sense, and then I realized each sibling (expect Julie) had what flowers need to have to grow: rain, grass, and the sun.

More for this AU

I know this sounds like a horrible thing to say but...I kinda hate Gauis.

Like seriously... it boggles my mind that the fics I've read with Morgana views this man in such a warm light when he not only gaslights her about her magic but blames her for the choices she tries to gain her own autonomy whilst he steals it from her by keeping her in the dark of her own magic.

Like he has the audacity to compare Morgana to Merlin? He's accepting of Merlin's magic and gives him the tools to learn and control his own magic meanwhile Morgana is not only kept in the dark but given no guidance...

And it's her own fault for choosing Morgause.

Honestly out of all the "good" characters I wished died, I wish it was Gaius. I hate that he survives the series.

They should have made him a Roman with loyalties to Lucius Tiberius and then he betrays Camelot reluctantly and then we can see that scene of Gwaine loosing his temper and lopping Gaius' head off. That would've been a joy to see.

Telling Merlin that he did the right thing by murdering his friend because she chose to use her magic wrong, never mind that nobody was helping her in the first place and she was on her own. Never mind that everyone decided to initially gaslight her.

No fucking accountability.

Titled: "The Greatest Threat to Camelot ('s Meetings)" +Bonus fireplace eepies

Part of this AU

MERLIN REWATCH ✦ 1.05 Lancelot

This isn't the checkmate you think it is, Morgana. If it was on Valentines day only, that would be one thing, but every single drop is sexy. Like every drop has sexualized merch and if anything, it makes you look like a bunch of overly horny women that never got laid.

This isn't limited to the merch either. The way Vivienne writes sex and inserts porn into her shows, even dedicating several characters to it (Angel Dust, Chaz, Blitz, and Verosika) makes her look like she's inserting it just for the shock value instead of having a mature discussion around sex. It's all very "Look at how perverted and horned up us women are! Aren't you shocked?"

Like I draw and write smut too, but it's private smut that's meant for my eyes only. You do know that you can make private smut art/writing without shoving it in your shows, right?

It's so immature. Just make a non-canon porn special and get it outta your system, Viv. Jesus fucking christ.

Courting gifts pt.4 - Percy and Lance

Ok so i love Merlin magic reveals but theres just something special about Merlin Dragonlord reveals

The ones where Arthur finds out and suddenly realises "HolyshititoldMerlinthathisownfatherwasntworthatearwhyishestillatmysideimahorribleperson-"

And i've seen several versions of this reveal and what the responses would be

But i haven't seen one i had in my mind

Just imagine this: Merlin grows his hair out ("no, gwaine, im not copying your hairstyle stfu-") and grows a beard

And Arthur thinks it's hot that he looks oddly familiar but can't place it

He tells tells Merlin this and Merlin sits there in cold sweat thinking Arthur is connecting him to Dragoon or something

It takes Arthur a week (A whole week!) to figure out who bearded Merlin reminds him of

They’re sitting around the fire on their way to a quest or whatever

And Arthur looks at Merlin who's attempting to carve what looks like a misformed dog from a piece of wood when Arthur suddenly gets flashbacks to that time The Great Dragon escaped and they went in search for the last Dragonlord.

Balinor. Merlin looks like Balinor.

And now that he sees it he can't unsee it. It's uncanny how much they look alike. Almost like father and son...

And that is how Arthur realises that he never defeated The Great Dragon and that Merlin is in fact the last dragonlord and "shitshitshitmyfatherruinedhisfatherslifeanditoldhimnottocryaboutit-"

Ignoring the fact that Uther believed that Dragonlords were too close to magic Arthur confronts Merlin about it, and promises him it's alright, it will all be alright. And Merlin can barely get out a word before Arthur hugs him, both of them pretending that Merlin totally isnt crying.

Arthur takes any books on dragons and dragonlords he can find and gives them to Merlin.

(Bonus points if Merlin lets Arthur come along the next time he summons Kilgarrah for help and Arthur promptly kisses Merlin after hearing him use that voice because 'holyshithessohotwhattheactualfuck')

((Even more bonus points if they adopt Aithusa together))

Ok so i love Merlin magic reveals but theres just something special about Merlin Dragonlord reveals

The ones where Arthur finds out and suddenly realises "HolyshititoldMerlinthathisownfatherwasntworthatearwhyishestillatmysideimahorribleperson-"

And i've seen several versions of this reveal and what the responses would be

But i haven't seen one i had in my mind

Just imagine this: Merlin grows his hair out ("no, gwaine, im not copying your hairstyle stfu-") and grows a beard

And Arthur thinks it's hot that he looks oddly familiar but can't place it

He tells tells Merlin this and Merlin sits there in cold sweat thinking Arthur is connecting him to Dragoon or something

It takes Arthur a week (A whole week!) to figure out who bearded Merlin reminds him of

They’re sitting around the fire on their way to a quest or whatever

And Arthur looks at Merlin who's attempting to carve what looks like a misformed dog from a piece of wood when Arthur suddenly gets flashbacks to that time The Great Dragon escaped and they went in search for the last Dragonlord.

Balinor. Merlin looks like Balinor.

And now that he sees it he can't unsee it. It's uncanny how much they look alike. Almost like father and son...

And that is how Arthur realises that he never defeated The Great Dragon and that Merlin is in fact the last dragonlord and "shitshitshitmyfatherruinedhisfatherslifeanditoldhimnottocryaboutit-"

Ignoring the fact that Uther believed that Dragonlords were too close to magic Arthur confronts Merlin about it, and promises him it's alright, it will all be alright. And Merlin can barely get out a word before Arthur hugs him, both of them pretending that Merlin totally isnt crying.

Arthur takes any books on dragons and dragonlords he can find and gives them to Merlin.

(Bonus points if Merlin lets Arthur come along the next time he summons Kilgarrah for help and Arthur promptly kisses Merlin after hearing him use that voice because 'holyshithessohotwhattheactualfuck')

((Even more bonus points if they adopt Aithusa together))

merlin, after successfully getting away with something that would have others executed once again: emrys? more like emRIZZ amirite

gwaine: ...

lance: ...

arthur: i can't believe this is my husband.

Click to sharpen image

We'll go when they're ready.

Leon: My king, I didn't think you would participate in today's tournament.

Arthur: I changed my mind

Leon: Didn't you say that you was to remain in the balcony to accompany the visiting Lords?

Arthur: It's a matter of honor!

Gwaine:...

Gwaine: Merlin said Lance would win

Leon: Aaaahhhhh...

The general idea of this story was that Merlin came of age and as a tradition of his kingdom at that age, all the rulers of neighboring countries would send their prince/princess to ask for the hand of Merlin. Because the rulers of the kingdom of Merlin are dragonlords and sorcerers, and therefore the neighboring countries want this alliance.

Since the kingdom of Camelot is against magic, nobody expected Prince Arthur to show up, but he did.

Alone.

Balinor is suspicious, Hunith is supportive, and Merlin doesn’t want to marry.

Chaos begins. 😂

This was supposed to be for an event but the writer dropped out so I’ll post it like this 😌

My other Merlin art

Pick one

Viv seems to want to be both edgy and progressive, but it doesn't work that way. Like, ya gotta commit to one or the other.

You can't just make SA jokes then turn around and have episodes about how wrong SA is.

Like if you're so afraid of the backlash, then either get a sensitivity reader or stop being pretentious acting like you're this beacon of lgbt rep when your writing and how you talk about trans men in private shows the exact opposite.

There's no such thing as a "progressive edgelord". Stop acting like there is, Vivienne.

"To base characters after an animal isn't a bad idea. Especially if its a demon. But vivs designs handle that theme poorly, since it's sometimes difficult to recognize what kind of animal the character is supposed to be. (prime example: alastor, vaggie, mimzy)"

Submitted by @thepinkpestilence

Real picture of Viv trying not to make a POC religious figure into a skinny white blonde guy

Consort Merlin: [glaring]

King Arthur: Merlin it was an innocent kiss on the cheek

Consort Merlin: [glaring harder]

King Arthur: [sighing] Sweetheart, please come here [opens arms wide in invitation]

Merlin slowly comes closer as Arthur's arms surround him in a tight hug, tiny kisses on his cheeks and forehead and lastly on his pouting lips which only made his King chuckle

Consort Merlin: [still pouting] You're still not forgiven

King Arthur: [feeling smug] Of course my amazingly wonderful warlock—

Consort Merlin: [rolling eyes in fondness]

I fucking hate the ugly gecko

Dragonlord reveal pt 2: The Darkest Hour Rewrite

Read chapter 1 here

Read it on AO3 here

Arthur could hear nothing but his own footsteps as he walked towards the rusty boat. He was faster than the others, but he knew they were catching up with him.

From above he heard a gruesome screeching sound. The wyverns had returned, and they seemed to dive down to attack the knights. They all still had their swords drawn, and so his feet automatically dropped into a defensive stance when suddenly a thunderous sound boomed across the isle.

“Leáfan" Merlin shouted into the sky, his voice much darker and stronger than anything Arthur had ever heard before. It sounded like thunder rumbling in his chest; powerful and strong. Arthur guessed it was a command — not so different from the ones he would use on his knights in battle. He had no idea what Merlin had said, but if he was a betting man, he would probably be correct in that Merlin ordered them to leave.

The wyverns bowed their head at Merlin before flying away, soon becoming nothing more than small black dots in the sky. They could be mistaken for birds, but Arthur knew better. They were fire breathing beasts that Merlin had simply asked to leave. And so they did.

It took every ounce of warrior training not to flinch at the sound of his best friend using magic.

Was it magic?

How would one describe what Merlin had just done, what he had admitted to. Merlin was a dragonlord. His own silly, gangly, loyal, foolish, Merlin had powers to rival a king. In fact, he probably could rival a king. With power to control beasts like that with nothing more than a simple word…the thought was terrifying. No wonder his father had killed all the dragons.

And Merlin’s entire family he reminded himself. Except Hunith, thank goodness Uther never touched her. But the warning from the Caelliach was ringing in his ear. Arthur was the son of the man responsible for Merlin’s family legacy’s end. Not only was he powerful. He was of noble blood. If Merlin told the truth earlier, then Balinor had been a duke, and his seat was now rightfully Merlin’s.

What a thought. Merlin, a duke. Just for a moment Arthur allowed himself to internally laugh at the idea of Merlin sitting in the uncomfortable council chairs. But as soon as the thought came, he banished it from his mind. The fleeting moment of joy was over.

“Let’s go” He commanded and started untying the ropes to the boat. Sir Percival had been in charge of securing it in place, and had done a great job at that, for Arthur struggled to untie the knots, and not just because his hands were shaking.

“Here, Sire” the man in question walked up to him and began helping him. Two sets of hands began working the rope. “Are you quite sure it’s done? That we can leave and the veil will remain closed?” Percival asked his king, voice carefully open.

Arthur found he had no answer. The silence surround them was excruciating, for no one dared speak. To tell the truth, he knew it in his heart that Merlin had closed the veil for good, but it was too raw to explain. So instead he gave a curt answer to quell the question on everyone’s mind.

“It is done. The Caelliach said that M… That the blood was accepted by the gods. We cannot afford to stay here any longer, we ought to return back to Camelot as soon as possible”

The knights started moving towards the boat. Percival and Leon got in first, yet the boat seemed to stay perfectly afloat under their heavy weight as if by magic. Arthur watched as the others carefully stepped into the small boat, until it was onto him and Merlin remaining on shore.

Merlin stood still, eyes fixed in the stone floor beneath his wet boots. “Am I coming with?” He whispered, not even dignifying Arthur by looking at him.

“What?” Arthur sputtered, “Just get in you idiot,” he grabbed for Merlin’s shoulder, but the dark-haired boy simply moved out of his way as if burned by Arthur’s touch. Merlin had never recoiled from Arthur before, and he found that it stung more than when he first heard Merlin call himself a dragonlord.

A king does not plead. But Arthur is not yet king, only Prince Regent. So he allowed Merlin to hear the desperation in his voice as he said “just get in”

“Say something” Merlin demanded after an hours ride. They had quickly found their way back to their horses and made way for Camelot. No one had spoken since Arthur begged Merlin to get in the boat.

“Say what exactly?” Arthur snarled. Now that the blasted island was far behind them, he allowed the fear to dissipate and instead welcomed the anger and hurt he had buried earlier. Arthur rode hard ahead, but threw his head back to look at Merlin who was riding next to Lancelot and Gwaine. Of course he was with them. It’s always them. “I’d rather think it’s you who should say something, Merlin”

“I’m not apologising for saving our lives, sire. And I’m not apologising for being born like this” Merlin jutted his chin out in that petulant little way of his. Gods he was annoying when he was right.

Arthur moved Llamrei to the side and gestures for Leon and Elyan to lead on. The knights did as he commanded because they, unlike Merlin, actually listen to his orders. He waited until Merlin’s horse, whom the idiot had named Apple, came trotting towards him. Lancelot seemed to understand his wishes, and moved away give the two of them some room.

Gwaine remained stalwart by Merlin’s side, not knowing whose orders to follow. Eventually, he gave into Merlin’s pleading eyes and with a huff of dissatisfaction rode over to Lancelot.

It was only a pretence of privacy. All of the knights could and would hear their conversation, but at least Arthur could pretend he was alone with Merlin as they spoke.

“I won’t lie and say I’m happy about this. Well, I am happy that the veil is closed and that Camelot is safe again, but.” He paused to gather his thoughts. How does one put into words the feelings he was currently experiencing. Betrayal, anger, hurt, and grief on Merlin’s behalf.

“It’s not just this secret that bothers me Merlin. It’s the fact that you kept it a secret. Why did you never tell me? Did you not trust me enough with this? I thought we were friends”

Arthur hated the thought of Merlin grieving his father alone. He himself had leaned on Merlin so much during those first weeks of his father’s sickness. He still does. Merlin was like a rock to him, always there, steady and strong. But now it had crumbled into dust.

He was angry, furious, and confused, but most of all, he was hurt. He needed Merlin by his side, he needed that constant support and encouragement. He thought they were equals; that they never lied to each other. Turns out he was wrong.

And the worst part of it all was that he couldn’t entirely blame Merlin either. His manservant had no choice but to keep this part of himself secret. The risk was too great should anyone find out. And Arthur is not yet king, if Uther orders him executed his word will stand, despite his sickness.

“It was never my choice, Arthur. I was born to be a dragonlord. Upon my father’s death, I would inherit his powers just like Sir Leon would inherit his father's estate. Even if I had never met Balinor, I would still inherit his powers. But unlike Sir Leon who will one day become a Duke upon his father's death, my lot In life cannot be traded or taken away. Uther may die tomorrow and another knight may challenge you to the throne. That is not how my powers work"

Merlin was rambling now, in his usual way, where the words kept coming out of his mouth like water from a waterfall. Unable to stop until it runs dry.

“These powers exist within me, I cannot just ignore them, or pretend it’s not there. Dragonspeak is not something I studied or practiced, it just appeared within me when we faced Killgarrah that night. These powers make me part dragon, part man. Killgarrah and I share blood; he is my kin and in some obscure unfathemable way, my uncle. And I cannot ignore that."

Merlin looked resigned to his fate as if it was a heavy burden to bear. Arthur could not keep his eyes off Merlin as he spoke. He indeed had no knowledge of a dragonlord's powers, and it was just as fascinating as it was frightening to hear what changes had happened to his friend in a matter of seconds after Balinors death. To only know your father for a day and a half before he dies in front of you, leaving an unknown and broken legacy in his wake...Arthur grieved for Merlin.

The knights in front of them kept quiet, but he could tell they were all speaking to each other through their eyes. They too looked stricken with grief. It was clear that they were all listening to Merlin, whose voice hitched when he began explaining more.

“Imagine that you were the only knight left in Albion. The only one, all the others had been executed and you’d been made to watch. You escape and wander the land for twenty years thinking you’re the last of your kind, the only one still following the knight's code and serving your king."

Merlin allowed the knights a moment to think and really imagine such a life. It sounded horrible, Sir Leon looked uncomfortable and Arthur felt it even more so. Life as a lone knight. It was unbearable.

“But then suddenly, you hear whispers of another knight. If you can find him you will no longer be alone, you can share your experience and life with him. Someone just like you, someone who can understand. But it turns out you only get one day with him before you’re killed, and you die knowing that he will now be alone forever”.

Merlin looked resolute not to cry, but his eyes were red and tears were pooling near the waterline. Still, his jaw was held firm and his hands tight around the reins. “That was my father’s life for the last twenty years. He was awaiting execution when he escaped Camelot. And then later, he had to flee Ealdor after only a few months because Uther heard rumors of him staying there. Your father risked war with Essetir by sending his knights over the border just to kill him."

It was heartbreaking to hear and Arthur was about to speak when Merlin opened his mouth one last time. "So my mum was alone and Balinor never knew he had a son. Nor I a father."

It became silent again after that. No one spoke, and Arthur decided it was time they made camp for the night. It would still be another two-day ride before they reached Camelot, but at least, they could all sleep knowing that their kingdom and lives were safe. Merlin made quick work on the bedrolls and cooking gear. Once done with his work he looked over to the fire the knights were in charge of building.

Elyan struggled with the wet flint, smacking it against his blade, but no sparks came. The logs too remained unwilling to catch on fire. With cold fingers, Merlin reached over and gently took the flint and knife from Elyan. He didn't speak, but his eyes glowed gold and suddenly a small flame emerged among the logs. The small flame grew quickly into a steady fire, warming their camp.

Sir Leon looked completely baffled as he muttered "You spoke no incantation. There was no spell". Privately, Arthur agreed in his confusion. He had seen sorcerers conjure flames before, and it had always been a powerful and dangerous thing. Merlin's tiny flame seemed nothing like that.

"I don't need one. Controlling fire comes just as naturally to me as swordwork does to you. It's something I could do blindfolded." It was obvious he was somewhat proud of this ability, just like any knight would be of their control over a sword. Of course, the idiot would not allow Arthur a moment to think before he said something he had never wanted to hear.

"Before you bind me to the stake, you should probably know that one of the powers of dragon nobility is being immune to fire." Merlin carelessly put his hand inside the flames and picked up a hot, red stone. "It's how I'm able to get your bathwater so hot" He offered a sad smile to his Prince as he put the rock down and withdrew his perfectly fine hand from the flames.

Arthur felt anger like never before. His voice rose louder than he had intended “Do you really think I would execute you?”

Arthur didn’t know how to exist without Merlin by his side. Who was Arthur without Merlin? They were Merlin and Arthur, Arthur and Merlin. They came as a pair. He’s heard several of his knights and staff joke that you rarely see one without the other, and if you do — something is terribly wrong.

And right now something was terribly wrong.

Merlin, a dragonlord. Merlin, who could create flames without even uttering a spell. His Merlin. His Merlin was bound to be corrupted by the magic that lived in his veins.

But then he remembered Balinors behavior. Sure, the man was rude and standoffish, but be had not caused them any harm — in fact, he had saved Arthur’s life despite knowing whose son he was. Was that the behavior of an evil man? And if the dragon-abilities are inherent, he must’ve been a dragonlord for well over thirty years at that point, so why was he not corrupted yet?

Perhaps Merlin’s dragon abilities were not as corruptive as magic, he thought. Hope begun to bloom in his chest as he realised his Merlin might be saved from the same magical madness that consumed Morgana.

Merlin sighed again, and Arthur hated it. Merlin was always so fierce, so happy and full of life. “Many have been burnt for less. Just a whisper of the word sorcery and your father ordered the gallows built. If he finds out whose son I am, he will have me executed in his stead”

It was true, but Arthur would never let that happen.

"I am not my father. And I will not see my best friend die"

I'm rewatching BBC Merlin for the hundredth time and just need to talk about The Witchfinder episode from season 2 and how this impacted Merlin's decision to keep his magic a secret.

By now, Merlin has been in Camelot long enough to see how Gaius is a trusted advisor to Uther. They've been friends for decades. Uther trusts Gaius as much as he is capable of trusting anyone.

And yet. And yet Uther STILL orders the execution of his most trusted advisor on the word of the Witchfinder.

To Uther, the years of service and trust mean nothing in the face of sorcery. Uther tried to apologize (ish) later, and rightfully so, Gaius refused to just brush the near execution aside.

Now think about Merlin. He has come to care about Arthur as a person at this point, not just part of his destiny, but they aren't as close as we know they will be later.

Merlin has been traumatized by seeing his father figure almost die because the king was blinded by his hatred of sorcery. Merlin knows it was almost his own execution here.

It's no wonder he didn't want to tell Arthur at this point. If Uther was ready to kill Gaius, we know canonically he was fine with Merlin dying.

Once Arthur became king, I believe Merlin still remembered this. We know what Merlin said: he didn't want to put Arthur in this position, to have to make the choice of life or death. But I believe there was still this deep seated fear that his years of service and council would never be enough to out weigh the death sentence of being a sorcerer in Camelot.

The table was round for a reason

Straight is a concept that Arthur's court rejected. No but really now, queer people flock together, you always find them in groups, so what makes you think the Knights of Camelot were different? Most of them were crushing on both Gwen and Merlin.

We were actually robbed of seeing Arthur with knowledge of Merlin’s magic. He would be insufferable. Can you imagine. His stupid cocky face when an enemy thinks they have him captured and disarmed, only for him to drop some cringe line like:

“You’re just too stupid to think outside the box.”

Before Merlin emerges from the shrubs and eviscerates every single one of them. & Arthur looks at him stupidly impressed and they share one of those long, knowing looks. Like. They could never have done it because it would have been so sexually tense it would have knocked every viewer out. Cowardice.

Imagine if merlin just shows up in the middle of the prayer like he's spawning out of nowhere scaring the shit out of Arthur and Mordred. Anyway, can't wait to read part 3! Loves and goodbyes ❤️❤️❤️

Aww, thank you so much! I can 100% imagine Mordred and Arthur praying, and in the middle of it, Merlin shows up with his magic crackling with power around him, his voice booming in his dragonlord voice yelling "Who dares summon Emrys- oh wait it's just you."

Arthur's just staring at him in disbelief while Mordred gives him some pastries as an offering.

Maybe Mordred would gaslight Arthur on Merlin's behalf later when Arthur commented on how Emrys very obviously looked exactly like Merlin. Mordred would blink innocently and ask "You mean he looked like Merlin to you? Emrys is known to take on the form of whoever you think of the most, so that's no surprise that your mind saw him as Merlin." And Arthur's just left as a blushing mess after that explanation lol!

Empty my plate, fill my heart

It started small, with a sausage, a bit of egg, a few berries missing from Arthur's plate. He wouldn’t have noticed had Merlin not had traces of his thievery left on his lips.

Not that Arthur paid attention to Merlin's lips. Never. He wouldn’t.

Instead he requested the kitchen staff in person to increase his portions. It wasn’t by much but enough so Merlin could get his tribute and Arthur had enough energy for training with the knights.

Slowly the portions increased further, not that Arthur ate more, while the prince watched his manservant fill out his clothes, his face becoming softer although his cheek bones still stood out.

Now, if asked Arthur would deny it even under threat of death, but he was less scared for Merlin when he couldn't feel his vertebrae through at least two layers of clothing, or count his ribs whenever his tunic clung to his body.

With finally enough food Merlin built up muscle, the gangly boy turning into a handsome man. And Arthur knew he shouldn't look but there Merlin was, shouldering open his door while sneaking a raspberry into his mouth, the pink juice glistening on his lips. "Rise and shine, it's a beautiful day!"

Arthur rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Beautiful day and yet you have half your breakfast smeared over your face." His hand held Merlin's chin as the other gently wiped away the traces of fruit.

Arthur licked his thumb clean.

"The harvest was good this summer. I hope the fall has similar results." He humms in content.

Merlin stands and stares at him like a startled deer, his face slowly reddening in a blush and Arthur wonders how far it extends.

"My clothes for the day, Merlin. We have a lot to do," he reminds the servant as he begins his meal.

Merlin huffs and turns, barely missing the satisfied smile on Arthur's face.

Merlin starts useless arguments just to rile Arthur up

He’s totally on the “sharks are smooth” kinda vibe and Arthur is pulling out his hair screaming “no they’re not!!” and merlin just replies yes they are :D

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“Wyverns are smooth”

“I’m an experienced hunter and killer, and I’m telling you Merlin, that they are scaly and rough.”

“Nope, they’re smooth”

“Shut up Merlin”

“I can’t hear you over the sounds of me petting this smooth wyvern”

“As If you have you ever petted one, Ha!”

“Oh I’ve petted many wyverns in my life, in fact sire, I keep one under my bed and pet it every night”

“Gods but you’re impossible! As if a wyvern would fit under your bed, idiot! They grow to be twice the size of Percival!”

“Well of course it’s not a grown wyvern, he’s small and very smooth”

“They are not smooth!!”

“Yes they are :D”

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They argue like this in front of everyone else

I found this video about Hazbin Hotel's problems, mainly Charlie as a character. Very good critical video.

mlp g4 redesigns :3

Silver Lining ⛅💎 v2 RariDash design from my mane 6 fusion series!