#merthur fanfiction

[tansyuduri]

Art by @kairennart for "Treat Me Warmly"

Arthur returned to the bed and pulled Merlin close to him. Then he looked away. 

“Have to stay close for warmth,” Arthur stumbled over the words, likely due to the cold, his tone almost apologetic. Merlin had to reassure him! 

“It’s fine. I enjoy it.” The words came tumbling out of Merlin's mouth before he could stop them. He wanted to hit himself and started screaming internally. WHY HAD HE SAID THAT!?

Arthur froze, turning his head so his eyes met Merlin's. Then his blue eyes narrowed. “Wait, you enjoy it? You enjoy me holding you?”

Merlin panicked. “No! I didn't mean– I mean, yes, but no! It doesn't have to mean anything, and yes... no… I… enjoy the warmth… I mean you holding me is a bonus! NO! I mean, I don’t enjoy it at all! I mean…”

“I enjoy it too,” Arthur mumbled as he held Merlin against him. A grin started to form on his face. “So, stop rambling.”

“I mean, we never have to talk about or, or do anything about it. I mean, not that there is anything to do anything about. I mean…” Merlin broke off as Arthur’s words registered. “You enjoy it too?” he stammered in disbelief. 

“Yes, Merlin.” Arthur looked at him and sighed.

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[the-medieval-husbands]

Does anyone else think about how Arthur gets upset when the visiting nobles pay just a little too much attention to Merlin?

As a sign of respect Uther lends the prince's servant to the visiting Duke. Arthur doesn't want too, but his father doesn't give him a choice. He can make due with one of the other servants, and Merlin is to attend to their visitors.

Arthur spends the next 3 days watching the Duke stand just a little too close, put his hands on Merlins shoulders, and stare when he thinks nobody is looking. Poor Merlin looks as if he's going to jump out of his skin. Sending alarmed glances at Arthur.

By the third night Arthurs just about had enough. He's tired of strange people in his chambers. He's tired of having to dress himself, because no way does he want to be touched by people he doesn't know. But most of all he's tired of being alone. He's grown accustomed to Merlin always being one step behind him, laughing, smiling, and backtalking him. He hasn't seen Merlin truely smile since the Duke arrived.

As the Duke's carriage was prepared for his departure that evening, Arthur stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Merlin to finish loading his luggage. As soon as the last bag was secured, Arthur, having already said his goodbyes, grabs Merlin by the back of the neck and steers him inside the castle. Merlin goes willingly, melting into the touch.

After a short walk, they reach Arthurs chambers. The door is shut and secured, and finally Arthur feels at peace. Merlin is back in his space where he belongs, and nobody is coming to take him.

They make eye contact. Neither speaks. Merlin slowly embraces Arthur, sliding his hands into his hair. Everything is okay.

[onceandfuturelesbian]

“Needless to say, Leon thoroughly bewildered.” is my favourite fanfic sentence i’ve read tonight

yes it’s probably just a mistake by the author but i feel like it really suits the chaos and unhinged homoeroticism that he was forced to witness

‘supervising two gay idiots’ was NOT a part of the job description when he signed up

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU (SERIES 2)

FIRST PART (SERIES 1) >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

(Sorry for the delay. This part is going to be a bit crazy)

Merlin has never been able to stay mad at Arthur for too long, so he soon finds himself back in Arthur's chambers and stays there the rest of the day, lying in bed, while Arthur pampers him.

Being taken care of is a pretty new feeling for Merlin. And, though sometimes it still feels weird, he doesn't get that feeling of wrongness anymore when Arthur brings grapes to his mouth and massages him to help him relax. If anything, he deserves this after the uncomfortable moment Arthur put him through.

As night falls and Arthur cuddles with him, Merlin can't help but wonder: What did he do to be this fortunate in this life? To get this Arthur to love him so throughfully and cherish him this much? Some fear invades him too: Is this a trick of The Sidhe? To get him everything he ever wanted to later take it all away from him. But then Arthur tells him "I love you" again and dissipates his fears with a kiss.

Merlin spent all his previous life suffering and worrying constantly. In this life, he'll let himself be happy.

Arthur: (his hand trails down Merlin's body as he kisses him)

Merlin: (pulls away from the kiss, breathless) Wait... We shouldn't...

Arthur: Why? (kiss) You are my lover. (kiss) I already made you mine yesterday. (kiss)

That is other thing. While Merlin is still processing the new nature of their relationship, Arthur assimilates it and his active role in it with ease. It disorients and overwhelms him, the intensity of how Arthur shows his love. Merlin doesn't recall a single time Arthur has been this possessive with Gwen, let alone Arthur making jealous scenes like the one he did with Gwaine moments before. It makes him nervous... but also hot for some reason.

Merlin: (stops the kiss, though he still blushes, a mix of embarrasment and arousal at Arthur's words) My offended lover act. I'm supposed to be avoiding you for two weeks, remember? If we do it everyone will know and think I forgave you too easily.

Arthur: We'll be discret.

Merlin: My limp won't be so discret.

Arthur: I'll be gentle.

Merlin: (looks doubtful)

Arthur: Please. (hand caresses his waist, hip and then his thight) You can't tell me you don't want it. (lips very close to Merlin's)

Merlin: (gives in, beacuse gods he wants this so bad) Alright, but just once. And be gentle.

Time skip. Next day in the morning.

Merlin: (Wakes up and whimpers in pain) You fucking liar! 😡 (hits Arthur with a pillow)

Arthur: (chuckles softly) Again, you weren't exactly complaining.

Merlin: (doesn't want to admit he was in fact enjoying it too much to stop him) Well, now I am, you brute clotpole! How am I supposed to go for your breakfast now?

Arthur: That can be arranged. (calls out) Guards!

Guards: (enter, weapons up) My lord!

Merlin: (startled, barely has time to react, just covers himself with the covers)

Guards: ...

Guard 1: (looks away in respect) Uhm... Did you call us, sire?

Arthur: (very chill) Tell the cook to send someone else to bring my breakfast, please.

Guard 2: (also looking away) Right away, my lord.

Guards: (leave)

Merlin: (uncovers himself, almost shouting) Why did you do that?! 😡

Arthur: (innocently) You said you couldn't bring breakfast.

Merlin: You know what I mean, you prat! We were supposed to be discret! Now everyone will know- (cuts himself, opening his eyes wide in realisation) And that's what you wanted. You did it on purpose! (gets off the bed furious despite the pain)

Arthur: (gets off the bed too) Merlin-

Merlin: (dressing himself with hard movements, furious) NO! You think this is funny? Letting them see me in your bed as if I was some harlot? Do you know how humiliating that is?

Arthur: I didn't think-

Merlin: Of course you didn't think! But you knew how important this plan was to me and you still didn't care. You trampled on my wishes as if they were worthless. As if I didn't matter (hurt emerges into his fury) How could you do that to me? (finishes to dress himself)

Arthur: (realising how much he fucked up, very sorry) You are right. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. (about to put a hand on his shoulder)

Merlin: Don't! (makes a move to go to the door)

Arthur: (puts himself infront of him) I'm really sorry!

Merlin: I don't want to hear it! (darts around him, but ends up tripping with a blanket and ends with his face on the floor) Stupid blanket! (his eyes glow and the blanket ends in little pieces)

Arthur: (swallows, thinking) Even his magic is angry, he must be really upset (aproaches carefully, kneeling before Merlin) It was never my intention to step over you and I hate myself for making you feel that way.

Merlin: (very hurt) Then why did you do it?!

Arthur: (sighs) I wasn't honest with you.. regarding your plan.

Merlin: ... What?

Arthur: I was never comfortable with it. It hurts to pretend that we are separated when that's not true. And you involved me in this plan before even consulting it with me first and then make me go along with it. You never once asked my opinion on the matter either. It made me feel like you care more about some rumors than me, as if our relationship was something to be embarrased of. And it is not! If anything, I'm proud to show you off, to let everyone know that I love you and you are mine.

Merlin: (calms down a bit, feeling bad, but still angry) You are right, that was selfish of me and I apologise if I made you upset, but what you did was not better. Is one thing to "show me off" and other to expose me naked in your bed after being intimate! And how dare you say I'm embarrased of us? Me trying to recover some of my dignity has nothing to do with that! If you were so against my plan you should have said something instead of making me look like an easy lay!

Arthur: (caressess Merlin's face) I know. I was childish and impulsive. I'm sorry. I'll never discard your wishes ever again. Relationship is a two-way street. If we are not okay with something we talk it out from now on. Alright? Will you forgive me? (offers Merlin a hand to help him stand up)

Merlin: (just stares at him, still frowning, resentful)

Arthur: I'll tell everyone I gave you a very big apology gift and that's why you forgave me.

Merlin: So now I'm not a cheap whore, but a expensive one.

Arthur: (desperate) Then tell me what to do to make you forgive me! Anything and I'll do it!

Merlin: (keeps staring at him, frowning)

Arthur: (begs) Please! I'm so so sorry. Tell me how to make it right. (holds Merlin's hands, pleading) Please.

Merlin: (sighs, giving in cause Arthur looks like he might cry if he is not forgiven and Merlin really doesn't like making Arthur this upset) My lily is lonely. I want another.

Arthur: (relieved) Sure!

Merlin: And I want it to be white.

Arthur: I'll get it for you right away. (hugs Merlin and gives him a kiss) Are we okay now?

Merlin: (thinking) I'm still angry and hurt that you put me in such a vulnerable position, but what's done is done. And I can see you are really sorry, why waste time fighting? (smiles, reassuring) Yes, we are okay.

Time skip. In Gaius' tower.

Merlin: (enters, limping)

Gaius: (worried) My boy! (grabs a little bottle and gives it to Merlin) Take this for the pain. Shouldn't you be resting?

Merlin blushes, very embarrased, because of course Gaius knows. Everyone in the castle knows. If the limp and guards catching him on Arthur's bed wasn't enough of a clue, all the visible bites Arthur left on his neck definitely are. Not even his neckerchief is able to hide all of them.

Merlin: Thank you. (drinks Gaius's potion for the pain) I can still help you around here as long as I don't have to move much. (grabs some herbs and jars with liquids and puts them on a table) It's the least I can do after losing your ingredients yesterday. (sits on a chair, wincing a bit)

Merlin frowns at the memory of Arthur and Gwaine's display from the day before (in which he lost his cest with all the ingredients he had collected). It's difficult to concieve a world where Arthur and Gwaine don't get along, let alone one when they hate each other to guts.

Merlin: (thinking, reassurring himself) They just have to stop acting like cave men and get to know each other. I'm sure they'll become friends again soon enough.

Gaius: You don't have to worry about the missing ingredients. Someone else brought them.

Merlin: (surprised) Really? Who?

Gwaine: (comes out from Merlin's old room) Me.

Merlin: (avoids his gaze, still angry at him for yesterday and starts to grind some herbs)

Gaius: Oh, Gwaine. What a surprise seeing you here. I thought you'll be at a tavern by now.

Gwaine: (to Gaius, but not getting his eyes off Merlin) Hungover.

Gaius: (shakes his head) I'll prepare you something for that. (about to that)

Servant: (enters) The King requests the presence of the physician inmediatly. Something about needing his concoction.

Gaius: (sighs) Of course. (turns to Merlin) Prepare Gwaine's medicine for the hungover, I'll tend the king. (leaves)

Merlin: (sighs, thinking) Perfect.

Gwaine: (walks around the table, grinning) So... Merlin, isn't it?

Merlin: (ignores him, smashing the herbs, still not looking at him)

Gwaine: I can help you with that if you want (about to grab a bowl)

Merlin: (puts the bowl away and keeps smashing in silence)

Gwaine: (notices Merlin's love bites on his neck, chuckles and decides to joke) The prince was eager to mark territory, it seems.

Merlin: I'll finish this in my room. (stands up, grabing his things)

Gwaine: No, wait! (stops him) Forgive me. It was a bad joke.

Merlin: (leaves the things on the table and crosses his arms) Is that the only thing you are sorry for?

Gwaine: I may have also crossed the line with your prince yesterday.

Merlin: And?

Gwaine: And I'm sorry.

Merlin: As you should. (sits again and continues to prepare Gwaine's medicine)

Gwaine: (sits besides him) I know we had a rocky start. Two rocky starts if we count the Lady Merelyn one. But I would really like to be your friend.

Merlin: (confused) Why? (thinking) We bonded before due to our similar pasts. He doesn't know about my father yet. Why does he...?

Gwaine: (grinning, amuzed) Are you kidding? You are the most interesting person I ever met! There's always people telling so many stories about you they even contradict each other. It's madness! But the kind of madness I like. And the little time I spent with you was explendid.

Merlin: You mean the bandit attack and your almost confrotation with Arthur?

Gwaine: What can I say? You are a magnet for trouble... and I love trouble. 😏

Merlin: (rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile)

Gwaine: So? (extends his hand) Friends?

Merlin: (thinking) I do miss his friendship... (says) Alright, but only with two conditions.

Gwaine: Isn't friendship supposed to be unconditional?

Merlin: (warns) Gwaine.

Gwaine: Fine, Fine. Tell me. What are the conditions?

Merlin: One, you'll stop talking bad about Arthur in my presence or his presence.

Gwaine: Noted. (thinking) I can still talk bad about him with Percival.

Merlin: Two, you'll never EVER bother Arthur again in any way. This means no insults, no fights and no fake flirting with me just to get on his nerves.

Gwaine: (nods) Understood. No insults, no fights-wait, did you say fake flirting? 😧

Merlin: (extends his hand) Do you accept the conditions?

Gwaine: (shakes Merlin's hand) I accept.

Meanwhile. Arthur and Lancelot in the woods.

Lancelot: I found some, Sire! (points some white lilies)

Arthur: (aproaches) Just now?

Lancelot: Yes. What a relief! After you told me how long your search for the purple lily was, I thought it would take longer.

Arthur: It did take longer.

Lancelot: (confused) Didn't you say it took you days for you to find the purple lily, Sire?

Arthur: The purple lily yes. But I came across those white lilies in the first two hours of my search.

Lancelot: ...

Arthur: And it took YOU three hours to find them. Honestly, Lancelot, I had more faith in your hability.

Lancelot: You already knew where they were.

Arthur: I did.

Lancelot: (catiously) Why did you ask for my help then, Sire?

Arthur: I wanted to speak with you privately.

Lancelot: About what, Sire?

Arthur: Well, It had come to my attention that you holded up some facts in your narration of the events regarding the bandit attack. Specifically some actions one of your new roommates did.

Lancelot: (thinking, nervous) Gwaine... the poor man. (says) Percival or Gwaine?

Arthur: You know who. Merlin told me Gwaine flirted with him and talked ill of me.

Lancelot: (sweating) Oh... that. 😅 (thinking) He's SO dead.

Arthur: He did not go into details though.

Lancelot: (thinking, in relief) Thank the gods!

Arthur: And that's why I'm asking you for said details.

Lancelot: (thinking) I talked too soon... (says) Pardon me, Sire?

Arthur: (with and icy calmness) What exactly did Gwaine tell Merlin?

Lancelot: I can't really remember, Sire.

Arthur: That's a lie. (pulls out a knife calmly) You have a great memory and you are more observant than anyone. That's how you could give my father a very detailed inform and how you discovered Merlin's magic so fast. So, I'll ask again. (plays with the knife in his hand) What did he say?

Lancelot: (trembling) S-sire 😰

Arthur: Why are you looking at me like that? This is for the flowers. (passes Lancelot and starts cutting some leaves so the lilies are more visible) I don't want to ask again.

Lancelot: (swallows hard) I truly don't remember, Sire. I was a bit distracted. Gwen was there and... Well, you know, how love is.

Arthur: (gives an understanding smile) I do. You must love her a lot. I can't blame you.

Lancelot: (sighs in relief)

Arthur: (smiling sweetly) Now tell me the truth or I'll make sure you can't never marry her.

Lancelot: (thinking) Sorry, Merlin. I did try to save him. (says) Well... this is what I remember.

Time skip. Gawine and Percival walking around the Lower Town.

Gwaine: I spit it and I told him "Did you make it taste this bad on purpose?" and he said "No, that's how all Gaius' medicines taste". So I retorded "I rather have hangover that drink that shit again".

Percival: (laughs) You didn't even had a hangover. You were waiting for him.

Gwaine: (shrugs) I owned the guy an apology.

Percival: And since when do you apologise for anything?

Gwaine: (brings a hand to his chest dramatically) It offends me that you think of me that way. I'm a man that recognises his mistakes and knows how to apologize. I feel no shame in it.

Percival: I agree that you feel no shame for anything. (sighs) You finally have some genuine romantic feelings for someone. And of all people you could have chosen, it had to be the prince's lover.

Gwaine: (chuckles) I don't have "romantic feelings" for Merlin. He's fun to be with, is all.

Percival: Good. Because he is out of discussion. The prince will have you killed if you dare to try something.

Gwaine: Uuuh! Forbidden love 😏.

Percival: (warns) Gwaine.

Gwaine: I'm kidding! I'm not suicidal, I don't want to end up dead in an ally.

Percival: (stops to buy some vegetables)

Gwaine: Oh, I'll be over there (points somewhere). I need to... eh... take care of something.

Percival: Do not flirt with married women. 😒

Gwaine: That happened once! She wasn't wearing her ring and was not exactly rejecting me. How was I supposed to know she was married?

Percival: Nor some other prince's lover.

Gwaine: Again, once. (pats his back goodbye) I'll see you by the chickens. (leaves)

In some jewellery stand.

Seller: How can I help you?

Gwaine: Yeah... uhm... (pulls out a ring) I would like to sell a ring.

Meanwhile, in Merlin's chambers.

Merlin: (just lying in bed resting, not because he wanted to, but everyone insisted him to)

Lancelot: (enters suddendly) Merlin! Sorry for disturbing you, I know you are... erh... indisposed.

Merlin: Honestly Lancelot, it would surprise me if someone DIDN'T know I'm "indisposed".

Lancelot: But this is an emergency. Do you know where Gwaine is?

Merlin: He went with Percival to the Lower Town to buy some things, why?

Lancelot: Great. We have to go there. Now! (grabs Merlin wrist and drags him outside)

Merlin: Wha... wait, Lancelot! What's the emergency? What are we doing?

Lancelot: Saving a life!

Back with Gwaine in the jewellery stand.

Gwaine: Come on, man! I got it for more.

Seller: That's what I offer. Take it or leave it.

Gwaine: (accepts the money reluctantly) You Camelotians are such thieves.

Arthur: Says the one who wanted to steal my lover.

Gwaine: (startles and turns) Oh, the princess has arrived! (remembers his promise to Merlin and corrects himself) I mean, what brings his royal highness here?

Arthur: Why on earth are you in possession of a ring?

Gwaine: Men are allowed to have rings.

Arthur: It looks pretty feminine for you.

Gwaine: I have very... epecific taste.

Arthur: Sure, it had nothing to do with Lady Merelyn asking you for a ring if you wanted to be with her.

Gwaine: Look, I didn't know Lady Merelyn and Merlin were the same person at the time. As far as I knew, you had rejected her for him after what happened with the bandits and the only thing that could restore some of her honor was marrying someone.

Arthur: And you were so willing to do that sacrifice, weren't you? So eager to save a damisel in distress from a, how did you say?, a corrupt and debauchee prince.

Gwaine: How did you... It was Lancelot wasn't it! 😠 That telltale!

Arthur: No, he's good at keeping secrets. I'm just good at getting them out. I don't care what people say about me, let alone a nobody like you. What infuriates me is that you, did not only flirted with MY lover, but dare to tell him that I was playing with him, that I did not love him or took him seriously.

Gwaine: Again, as far as I knew, you had this lady as a misstress instead of as a wife, knowing that kind of relationship damages a woman's reputation. Anyone would think you were playing with her. If I knew she was actually a he I would have understood why you couldn't marry.

Arthur: And if it had been so, what? Are you always this honorable, defending the virtue of women unknown to you? No, you only did it because you wanted something with her. It wasn't out of the goodness of your heart. If you had any honorability or goodness in your heart at all, you wouldn't have filled Merlin with insecurities just to get your way!

Gwaine: (offended) I didn't fill Merlin with-

Arthur: (raising his voice) Tell me how telling someone their love does not really love them back, that they are just being played and will never have a serious comittement is not filling them with insecurities!

Gwaine: (actually feels bad) I... didn't think of it that way.

Arthur: Of course you didn't.

Gwaine: (impatient and annoyed) Look, I'm sorry, alright? I spoke out of turn, now I know you love Merlin genuinely and I won't question it or your relationship with him ever again. So go back to your big castle and do whatever is that you royals do. (makes a move to leave)

Arthur: (steps infront of him, not letting him pass) I believe we have something pending. (throws a glove to the ground) Pick it up.

Gwaine: ... What?

Arthur: You said you wanted to fight me, to see how skilled I was, so... (points the glove) pick it up.

Gwaine: (laughs) I won't pick up your fucking glove.

Arthur: By the knight code, you have to pick it up. So… Pick. It. Up.

Gwaine: No.

Arthur: (smirks) Why? Scared?

Gwaine: Believe me, I have no shortage of desire.

Arthur: Why not then?

Gwaine: One, because I promise Merlin I wouldn't fight you. And I do want to keep being his friend, you see.

Arthur: (sarcastic smile) How sweet.

Gwaine: Two, I have no obligation. I'm no knight.

Arthur: Oh... you are right. There's no need of this. (punches Gwaine in the face)

Gwaine: (falls to the ground and brings a hand to his face in pain) You motherf- 😡

Arthur: I heard bar fights were more your style! (gestures him to stand up with his hands) Come on!

Gwaine: (stands up, angry) You asked for this.

Meanwhile, Percival by the chickens.

Percival: (being waiting for about half an hour, says to himself) Where is him? (hears people making commotion) What's happening there?

Little kid: (from afar) Mom, mom! They are fighting!

Mom: Stay away sweetie!

Percival: A fight? (an horrible thought comes to his mind and runs there, praying) Please let it not be him, please let it not be him. (gets there and spots Gwaine) It's him... 🤦‍♂️. (praying again) Please let the other not be a nobel, please let the other not be a noble. (recognises Arthur) That's the prince! 😨

Arthur and Gwaine: (beating the shit out of each other furiously, both bleeding from their recent injuries)

Percival: (very worried, runs to intervene)

Knight y: (who is patrolling there, stops him) What do you think you are doing?

Percival: I'm the one who should be asking! 😠 Isn't your work to prevent unrest from happening?

Knight y: Normally I would put an end to it, but this is the prince. We can't intervene. Is against the law.

Percival: What kind of law is that?! You are supposed to be protecting your prince!

Knight y: It was his wish to fight. I can't go against his wishes.

Percival: Well, I don't care. My friend is there. (makes a move to go to Gwaine's aid)

Knight y: (stops him again) I'm sorry, but we can't let you intervene.

Percival: We? (looks around and spots more patrolling knights) You have to be kidding me... What if my friend fatally injures your prince? Haven't you thought about that?

Knight y: We kill him before he does.

Percival: ... What? 😰

Knight y: It's the law.

Percival: And... if your prince fatally injures my friend? Will you stop him too?

Knight y: (shakes his head) He's the prince.

Percival: (thinking) Now I understand why Gwaine hates nobelty so much. (tries to pass the knights anyway)

Knights: (point Percival with their swords)

Knight y: Trust me it will be worst if you intervene. You won't only get your friend killed but yourself too.

Percival: (begs) Please, you can't let this happen! There must be a way to stop them!

Knight y: (thoughtful) Well, I think there is a way...

Knight x: (scolds) Alynor!

Percival: (desparate) How?

Knight y: The prince always listens to his manservant.

Percival: Merlin! Of course. Where is him?

Knight x: In the castle, resting. I heard he is... "indisposed".

Knights: (laugh)

Percival: (leaves running)

Knight x: (shouting) It's quite far! You won't get him in time! (sighs, to Knight y) 15 silver coins that he won't make it.

Knight y: Make it 20.

Some other part of the Lower Town.

Merlin: (still being dragged by Lancelot, sore and exhausted) Lancelot, please. We've been walking for hours. I'm tired.

Lancelot: (notices Merlin in pain and lets go of him, feeling bad) I'm sorry. I had a feeling that... (thinking) That Arthur would commit murder. (says) Forget it, I'm just being paranoid. Forgive me. I'll carry you back to the castle if you like.

Merlin: (chuckles softly) I would say no, but I really can't take one more step.

Percival: (crosses pat with them) Merlin! Thank the Gods! You have to come with me! (grabs Merlin's wrist)

Lancelot: (stops Percival) Wait, wait, wait! Where are you taking him?

Percival: The prince and Gwaine are fighting!

Merlin: WHAT?! 😨

Lancelot: (thinking) I hate being right... 😔

Percival: (starts dragging Merlin)

Merlin: (trips) Ow! (frees himself from Percival's hold, angry) Stop dragging me like some rag doll! 😡 I can walk on my own! (walks on his own, but he's too in pain to walk fast enough and he's limping) Those stupid idiots-Ow!

Percival: (Impatient) There's no time! (Picks Merlin up in his arms quickly and runs)

Merlin: AAAAAAH! 😱

Lancelot: (runs after them)

Meanwhile, with Arthur and Gwaine.

Arthur: (kicks Gwaine hard)

Gwaine: (falls on his back in the ground) Argh!

Arthur: (approaches to help him stand up, cause it's still dishonorable to fight a man when he is not in a position to defend himself)

Gwaine: (thinking Arthur was approaching to beat him on the ground, kicks in the air to protect himself, but ends up kicking Arthur in the crotch by accident)

Arthur: (bends over in pain, his voice a scale higher) Ow! You son of a bitch!

Gwaine: (laughs his ass off, while he stands up) This was not my intention, but oh gods! (keeps laughing) I hope you are not planning to have offspring soon.

Arthur: (still bending over, catching his breath) Shut up!

Gwaine: (joking) On the bright side, maybe now I do have a chance with Merlin.

Arthur: (straights up again, a murderous look on his face)

Gwaine: (thinking) Me and my big mouth...

Arthur: (lunges at Gwaine in full rage)

Meanwhile, Percival finally arrives with Merlin in arms and Lancelot by his side.

Percival: (puts Merlin on the ground gently)

Knight y: (To Knight x) Ha! He's here. Pay me.

Knight x: (reluctantly pays him)

Merlin: (serious) Where is him?

Knights: (point in the direction of the fight)

Merlin: (walks as fast as he can there)

Knights: (step away to let him pass)

Percival: Sure, you can't let a broad man stop the fight, but the defenseless scrawny manservant that can barely stand on his feet is more than capable.

Lancelot: (to the knights) We are his friends. Let us pass.

Knights: (look doubtfully)

Lancelot: He may need reinforces. The prince won't forgive you if he gets injured.

Knights: (step aside)

Lancelot: (to Percival) Hurry!

Lancelot and Percival: (run)

Back to the fight.

Arthur: (on top of Gwaine, choking him on the ground with his hands)

Gwaine: (trying to push him away, in barely a whisper) I yield! I yield! You proved your point. Pleas... (can't pronounce a word anymore, trashes harder, he can't breath)

Arthur: (thinking, eyes cold) 278.

Gwaine: (his movements weaken, face almost purple)

Merlin: (screams) Stop! You are going to kill him!

Arthur: (lifts his head and gets off Gwaine, like getting out of a trance) Merlin?

Gwaine: (Takes a deep breath and coughs, his hands on his neck)

Percival: Gwaine! (kneels to check him, worried)

Merlin: (furious) What is the meaning of this?!

Arthur and Gwaine: (pointing at the other, Arthur in a loud voice and Gwaine in a hoarse voice) He started!

Merlin: (yelling) I don't care who started it! You are ending it. Now! (to the people who is around in a circle) What are you looking at? GO!

People gathered around: (disperse)

Merlin: (turns to Gwaine and Arthur, dead serious) We are going to Gaius now and I don't want to hear a single word from you until we are there. Do I make myself clear?

Arthur: Merl-

Gwaine: But he-

Merlin: (raises his voice) I said, do I make myself clear? 😠

Arthur and Gwaine: (nod effusively)

Merlin: (sighs, tired, and turns to Percival) Percival, help Gwaine. (to the knights) You, help your prince. (turns to Lancelot) Lancelot, carry me on your back.

Arthur: Why is Lancelot carrying you on his back? 😠

Merlin: BECAUSE I'M INDISPOSED! 😡 And you are not exactly fit to carry me right now.

Arthur: (tries to stand up) Of course I-Ow! (winces in pain)

Merlin: That's what I thought.

Arthur: (opens his mouth to protest)

Merlin: Not another word! (to the others) What are you waiting for?!

Everyone present: (hurry to do what Merlin said)

Percival: (whispers to Lancelot) I take back what I said about him being defenseless, he is scary.

Lancelot: (whispers back, smiling) You'll learn soon enough Merlin is not what everyone sees.

...

Arthur after his fight with Gwaine:

This Arthur is so full of red flags I swear xD

Any idea of what is going to happen next?

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[theconstantsidekick]

They keep fighting. Landing hits clumsily, constricted by the smallness of the hallway. “What the hell is happening?” Merlin can hear Elyan ask from somewhere around them, he’s guessing all the knights have gathered around to watch them… fight. “I think they are fighting,” Leon provides. Merlin punches Arthur right in the jaw. “Is… Is Merlin winning?” He hears Percival note. “He can’t be!” Gwen gasps, and yeah, reminds him to thank her for the vote of confidence later. Arthur knees him in the side, not the injured one but it hurts like a bitch. “But he is,” Elyan reasons. “That too with an injury? That’s remarkable,” Kay says, sounding awfully impressed. Merlin kicks the legs out from under Arthur after he finally manages to get on his feet, making him fall over with a loud thud. “Well, remind me to never piss Merlin off again,” Leon says with considerable caution. “That makes two of us,” Elyan adds. “Three, actually,” Percival chimes in. “Four,” Kay says. “When did he even get so good?” Leon wonders aloud. “Any of you remember when he cut himself with a shield?”  Merlin hears Lancelot laugh. “Yes. Yes, it was just before winter solstice. I was with him, watched it happen and I’m still not sure how he managed that.” “He really has changed, hasn’t he?” Elyan sounds a little more solemn than the rest.

[unfortunatelymerlin]

For a while, people had looked at Merlin like he was something to be feared, had darted around him and kept their eyes averted, for all that plenty of them had managed to curl their lips in contempt while doing so.

Merlin missed it sometimes.

'My lord,' he heard, 'we really need you to—"

'Lord Merlin!' a strident voice interrupted.

Very little – not even Merlin's barely restrained irascibility – could dissuade them. They dogged his steps all the way to his chambers.

At the door, he turned, not bothering to hide his temper. 'Listen—'

The door was replaced by a body pressed warmly against his back.

'Ah Merlin,' Arthur greeted placidly. 'There you are.' Then, with the air of an afterthought, he dismissed the mob with a pleasant 'Gentlemen.'

Merlin allowed himself to be guided into the room, watched the door shut on unhappy faces, and, in a pleasing denouement to his irritation, aided the whole process by locking it with a thought.

Arthur turned to him, a droll look on his face.

'You're a very wanted man, Lord Merlin. I'm honoured—'

'Shut up," Merlin said, but he found it lacked the bite he was sure he intended, so he put extra bite into a kiss instead. And then – in all his wisdom and power – decreed that they were free for the next hour, and guided them to bed.

Prompt 'hound' @merthurmicrofic

[procrastinatorrex]

The magic flowed through him, warm and sweet like honey, and for a moment Arthur wondered if he was feeling the effect of the spell or just of the casting. Was this what it was like, for him? Did using magic always feel like this? If it did, he could understand why people seemed so hell-bent on practicing it, even with the risks. Arthur felt comfortable, warm, and maybe slightly drunk, in the way one was after the first warm meal and pint of ale upon returning from a long winter patrol; he didn’t feel impaired, just… relaxed.

Look at the flagstones, the suggestion drifted across his mind, and Arthur frowned. Why on earth would he do that?

Do it it came harder now, a push against his mind, but still he didn’t find the compulsion to obey. He looked up at Merlin and was surprised to see sweat on his brow, his eyes were brilliantly gold. “Are you doing that?” He asked, nonplussed, “Why would I want to look at the floor?”

His father’s voice was loud, “How do we know you are not simply making the impression of effort?”

Merlin simply glanced towards one of the guards. Arthur felt the rush as the tide of power shifted, and no sooner had it left him than the man was falling to his knees, eyes wide and awestruck as he placed both hands on the floor. “It’s beautiful!” He cried, eyes glassy, “Look at the stones! They’re shining! It’s amazing!”

[merthurao3recs]

Choices And Tourneys 

Author: Elevates (Ricecake) 

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 13,879

Details: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Dwaine (Merlin), Uther Pendragon (Merlin), Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Romance, Humor a little bit of mpeg, Alternate universe - Canon Divergence. 

Summary: Every year, right before mating season, Camelot holds a great tournament in which the alphas will compete with each other in order to show their strength to the omegas who’ll be looking to choose the perfect mate. After all, it’s not the alpha who chooses the omega, but the omega who chooses the alpha, and Arthur really, really wants Merlin to choose him.

[regretn0-thing]

Anyone got any fics where Arthur and Merlin get their farm? Please send them my way!

[earlgreyinpajamas]

Hey! Do you have some Merthur fics where its either Drunk!Merlin or Drunk!Arthur

Thank youu

If You Wish by justiceformerthur

Looking back, Arthur wonders what it means that he’s been doing and saying things from the start solely for the sake of seeing what they do to Merlin’s face.

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this is the third part to a series, and i highly recommend reading the previous two parts bc the pining is chefs kiss

2. Dare by justiceformerthur

The first time it happens, Arthur does it in front of all their friends.

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there is a little bit of drunk arthur in here and surprisingly arthur is the one who figures out his feelings first

3. At Arm’s Length by sirencalls (@naydran)

“I’m sorry, there must be a mistake.” Uther furrows his brows. “That is my son’s manservant.”

“This is Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer who will ever walk the earth. It is our deepest honor to be able to offer his hand to your son.”

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, looking across the hall. Merlin looks the palest and the smallest Arthur has ever seen him. He looks like a scared animal that knows it’s about to be trapped, and that’s when it clicks for Arthur that no part of this is a joke. None of it. “Merlin, what are they talking about?”

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there is a drunk!arthur scene here and honestly this fic just slaps so hard you have to read it

[tansyuduri]

Art by @kairennart for chapter 17 of Our Stars Still Shine Together Arthur came back to pain and the sound of Merlin screaming as if his soul was ripping apart, in a voice that was quickly growing more and more hoarse.  

He was being clutched to his warlock, with his face pressed against Merlin’s chest as Merlin rocked back and forth.

Arthur shifted his head, looking up into tear-brightened blue eyes filled with a barely sane, anguished look. Alarm shot through him. Instantly he knew he had made the right choice, but then, that had never been in doubt. 

“Merlin.” Arthur raised a hand up to the warlock's cheek hoping he was not too late. “Merlin!”

The screaming broke off with a choking sob. His warlock looked down at him, the crazed look fading as his eyes grew wide. Sobs wracked his body and he leaned down pressing his forehead to Arthur’s. Their noses touched.

“Arthur.” Merlin whispered in a hoarse, broken voice. “Arthur… Arthur.” He repeated the name over and over again. A hand moved to the side of the king's head, caressing it gently. Long fingers pressing into sunkissed hair. “Arthur…” 

Arthur himself be held gently against his warlock’s chest. Their heads pressed together, as Arthur embraced the feel of Merlin touching him as opposed to the pain. Merlin’s free hand was wandering over every inch of him it could touch without letting him go, as though reassuring the warlock. “Arthur.” His name again and again on Merlin's tongue as though the man was caressing the very idea of it.  “Arthur.” Merlin was trembling.

Arthur reached up to entwine his own fingers with curling back hair. “Do me a favor?”

“Anything.” Merlin’s voice was horse and cracked as he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Arthur's face.

“Don’t let go of me.” The king told him.

Read it here

[magicalmischel]

There is enough pain in this fandom on this day so I thought I'd share some fluff this year!! 💖💖 Happy anniversary and happy holidays everyone!! ✨

word count: 1.5k summary: Once Merlin and Arthur finally get together, there is nothing that Arthur wants more than to be held in Merlin's arms forever, but years and years of Uther's teachings are hard to undo in a single week, let alone a month. Before he knows it, he's rushing out of embraces or sending Merlin to do chores that hardly need doing, trying to chase his father's disapproving voice out of his head. Merlin doesn't mind. He'll be there for Arthur through his journey of self-acceptance, no matter how long it takes.

[onceandfuturelesbian]

merlin and arthur (+ maybe one knight) go on a brief, supposedly easy mission

they end up in a small, confined space and a random person just pops up out of nowhere. random person turns out to be a druid

random druid: *ranting about the prophecy and all that shit*

random druid: *mentions in passing that emrys is immortal*

merlin: wait, emrys is immortal?!

random druid: emrys literally means immortal lol

arthur + knight: *intimidates random druid so they leave*

merlin: *crashing out and hyperventilating in the corner, staring into space w/ tears streaming down his cheeks*

arthur notices merlin is freaking out and goes to him, also slightly panicking

arthur, holding merlin’s face: what’s wrong?!

merlin, numbly staring into space: i’m going to watch everyone i love die.

so basically emrys reveal + merthur

[larluce]

"Merlin."

The voice on the other side of the door startles him.

Arthur.

The young warlock scrambles backward on instinct, glass shards biting into his palms. He barely flinches. It’s nothing compared to what he’s already endured. He has to protect Arthur. Keep him away! But that’s hard when the stubborn prat insists on visiting him every single day.

The familiar sound of parchment sliding under the door reaches his ears.

"Please. Talk to me." Arthur’s voice is soft, but persistent, just like every other time he’s tried to coax Merlin into responding.

" I can’t talk, you idiot, " Merlin thinks, glaring at the door as if it were Arthur himself. "That’s the whole damn problem. I can’t do anything. I’m useless now! "

"You know what I mean," Arthur says, as if he’d heard his thoughts. "Write something." A pause. Merlin can hear his unsteady breath against the wood, picturing him leaning his forehead against it. "Please," he adds finally, voice cracking in a way that twists Merlin’s heart.

And yet part of Merlin hates him for it. Hates that Arthur treats him so differently now, because it’s just another reminder of how broken he is. That’s why he doesn’t want to see him. Doesn’t want anyone to see him like this.

OR

Merlin's perspective of the events of Recover By My Side

READ CHAPTER HERE!

[theconstantsidekick]

Merlin pulls out a prescription pad from his pocket, writing down a few medicines, painkillers and such. He hands the script to Arthur. “Take these twice a day, in the morning and at night. Show this to the bloke at the medicine counter outside, he’ll take care of the rest.” “I never got your full name,” Arthur notes looking at the sheet in his hand. “Why? You want to file a complaint about my bedside manner?” Arthur rolls his eyes but the small curve of his lips gives him away. “No, it’s just curiosity. Merlin’s not a common name.” “Neither is Arthur Pendragon.” “And yet, here we are…” Here they are indeed. “So?” “Merlin Ambrosius.” There is a pause for silence that lasts for a second and then Arthur is laughing again. “You’re really creeping me out here, mate.” “How’s that?” “My name is Arthur Pendragon, yours is Merlin Emrys. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the myths are coming to life, won’t you?” Merlin looks at him sceptically. “Maybe I should check your head too. You did faint, maybe you have a concussion.” “I don't!” Arthur defends, petulant.  “Then why would you call me Merlin Emrys when I told you, plain as day, that my name is Merlin Ambrosius.” Arthur smirks. He looks Merlin straight in the eyes as he says, “The Welsh word for Ambrosius is Emrys… Both of which mean immortal .” Bloody fucking shit. 

[birdbrainedboy]

Merlin girlies please help me I’m looking for Merthur fics!!

I want something that:

• retains their original dynamic (throughout the whole fic, even after they become romantic)

• is slowburn, possibly maybe feelings realization (and when I say slow I mean SLOW)

• doesn’t have weird cringe self-insert ocs

• has them act in-character (this includes the side characters! everyone in character)

is funny with fun banter between Merlin and Arthur

Sorry y’all apparently I’m too picky for the ao3 search feature so I resort to this 🙏 TYSM