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I'm okay with it and thank you this was so much fun to do!!

starting a new post because the other one was really long! but i was tagged by @aftgphoenix to do this picrew and post the last song i listened to. tyyy ana <33

>:3 i'm tagging @alittlefellawithbigoleyes @chickenbyday @tessasilverswan @c-lion and @ab-horror <333

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Aw thank you for tagging me!! This was so fun!!

starting a new post because the other one was really long! but i was tagged by @aftgphoenix to do this picrew and post the last song i listened to. tyyy ana <33

>:3 i'm tagging @alittlefellawithbigoleyes @chickenbyday @tessasilverswan @c-lion and @ab-horror <333

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I have been off my ADHD meds for a bit because I ran out before I could see my psychiatrist to get my refill controlled substance and all and I just got back on it today and holy crap.

I feel like i am going die, pass out, could run a marathon, never need to sleep again, desperately need to sleep for the rest of time, never have a coherent thought again, and solve the world's greatest mysteries and being bring world peace all at once.

My body can't pick which one it wants to be.

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Fluffy July 2025 Prompts!

Happy May 1st everyone, as promised, the prompt list is here! The prompts were chosen through first a prompt jar that got a total of 23 responses that gave us 220 prompts, 118 of which were text prompts and 102 were dialogue prompts. From there 70 of each type were chosen and put in for the prompt voting form. The top 31 of each type made it onto the list, one of each for each day.

Rules:

Works can be in any medium. Fanfictions, original works, podfics, recs, whatever you please, go for it!

Prompts should be responded to in a form of fluff

You don't have to create for all the days to participate in the event

Works only need to include one of the daily prompts or an alternate

Prompts can be used after the event has ended. The AO3 collection will stay open indefinitely and as long as you tag us we will reblog. (although it might take longer than it would during the event)

No AI generated content of any kind.

(regarding completionists)

To be a completionest you must fill all 31 days before August 3rd

The completionest form should open on August 4th and be open until August 11th

(regarding reblogging)

When posting to tumblr please use the tags:

#Fluffy-July 2025 or #Fluffy July 2025

The relevant day's tag (e.g. #Fluffyjulyday1, Fluffyjulyday2...)

Nsfw (if relevant) or any possible triggers

You can also tag the blog: @fluffyjuly

Below the cut are a text version of the prompts!

MAIN PROMPTS:

Day 1 - Anniversary | “May I have this dance?”

Day 2 - Nursing Back to Health | “I thought you were asleep”

Day 3 - Scars | “I really mean it”

Day 4 - Fireworks | “Hop in! Let’s go for a ride!”

Day 5 - Stargazing | “Mind if I join you?”

Day 6 - Love Letters | “Come here and kiss me”

Day 7 - Cotton Candy | “Did you just steal my food?”

Day 8 - Flowers | “You may be an idiot, but you’re MY idiot”

Day 9 - Found Family | “I need the company”

Day 10 - Ruffling Hair | “You’re blushing” “No I’m not!”

Day 11 - Cuddling for Warmth | “You look cold”

Day 12 - Sunrises/Sunsets | “I’m proud of you”

Day 13 - Surprise Hug | “Close your eyes”

Day 14 - Falling Asleep on Shoulder | “I had a nightmare”

Day 15 - Library | “I can teach you”

Day 16 - Only One Bed | “I dare you”

Day 17 - Baking | “Can I kiss you?”

Day 18 - Nostalgia | “Are you sure you’re not a dream?”

Day 19 - Sleepy Smiles | “I’ll do your makeup”

Day 20 - Coffee | “Come back to bed”

Day 21 - Confession | “Can’t you just hold me?”

Day 22 - First Kiss | “This is going to sound weird…”

Day 23 - Carrying to Bed | “That is definitely your color”

Day 24 - Midnight Snack | “Can we get something to eat?”

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings | “Five more minutes” “You said that five minutes ago!”

Day 26 - Kisses | “Don’t say anything, just come here”

Day 27 - Interrupted Nightmare | “Do you want to come with me?”

Day 28 - Borrowed Clothing | “Look, I just woke up”

Day 29 - Falling Into Water | “Please don’t laugh”

Day 30 - Hugs | “Listen to my heartbeat”

Day 31 - Recovery | “I need a favor”

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

Alt 1 - Firsts

Alt 2 - Fake Dating

Alt 3 - Sharing Headphones

Alt 4 - Tender

Alt 5 - Sunburn

Alt 6 - “You’re not alone”

Alt 7 - “Bet”

Alt 8 - “I would die for you” “Live for me instead”

Alt 9 - “Open your mouth”

Alt 10 - “You’re lucky I love you”

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Personally my interpretation of like a semi okay ish and a big emphasis on the ish and semi Uther that knows Arthur is in love with Merlin and thinks that there is no possible way that his son would fall in love with someone with magic and is fine with Merlin being that person:

Merlin: Magic Magic blah blah

Arthur: *Ready to lose his mind (may or may not know about magic you decide)*

Uther: Haha

Merlin:

Arthur:

Camelot:

Uther: You and your (Merlins village name because I forgot how to spell thanks dyslexia) jokes 😃.

*Slience*

Uther: That is not how we do things here. I am sure you do not understand. But now you do. 😐

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So my appointment went decently. Getting 2 medication changes. Paying for a sleep apnea test out of pocket. Worried they will charge more than they told me in the past so hopefully that doesn't happen. Hoping my insurance approves my MRI this time. The only unfortunate thing about this is I gained more weight. it is definitely one of my bipolar meds and next week when I see my psych I am asking to be taken off of it. I gained nearly 60 pounds in about 6 months. That's insane! It makes me so upset. I can't take the risk anymore.

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I understand religiously.

I need. To eat. Metal.

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Imagine the knights babysitting aithusa but in reality they just made two very shitty drawings of arthur and merlin hold it in the baby dragons face and say: that one is your dad and that one is your papa

Until she repeats it in her head

That's their genius plan to finally get them together

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Arthur: We need to find Merlin and help him!

Mordred: He’ll be fine, don’t worry about him

Arthur: He’s a sorcerer, not a god!

Mordred:…

Mordred: so funny story

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Arthur: I don't know why you have an issue with this. Leon was happy to comply.

Gwaine: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything that Leon does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Arthur: If Leon were to jump off a cliff, he would've done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so... yes. If you see Leon jump off a cliff, by all means. Jump off a cliff.

Gwaine: ...You jump off a cliff.

Arthur: Gladly. Provided Leon did first.

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Oh no big dragon is going to be in even more trouble.

That sounded better in my head

If Kilgharrah would have looked for his bro Balinor instead of going on a rampage once he was freed

Kilgharrah: Balinor!

Balinor: Kilgharrah?

Kilgharrah: so after uther tricked you into tricking me and he imprisoned me you fled to some stupid village where you thought you could start a new life only to flee again but not before you managed to sire the child who became the young man that was a constant pain in my scaly arse for the last two years or so? Wow Balinor wow

Balinor: i have a son??? Hunith was pregnant?? Why is he in Camelot?? Don't tell me something happened to Hunith

Kilgharrah: No she nearly died once your son came to me about it -

Balinor: and you saved her??

Kilgharrah: oh no i told him he should move on.

Kilgharrah: Don't look at me like that she survived

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Oh thank God. I need yall in my life still.

there’s a non zero chance that both mods are dying today so if this blog mysteriously stops posting you know what happened

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Figure it would make an update: I had a kidney stone. My mom who has had natural child birth and many many kidney stones has said that they are the same so that's how I am doing.

Room 15 is still alive.

But um another neighbor of mine is a little boy who has signs of physical abuse that is grandmother found when she visited the house unannounced. The other family members said they don't feel safe going home 😔. I hope everything works out for them.

My fave Chinese restaurant caught fire today. 😭😭😭 no idea when they will be up and running again...thank goodness they weren't open when it happened and everyone got out safely though. Unfortunately, the fish and turtles did not. I 😭😭😭

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Arthur after Gwaine got banished: Merlin be honest do you want to go with him?

Merlin: What? Are you banishing me?

Arthur: No! I just meant... you know. Would you rather go with him than stay here?

Merlin: No, my place is with you, Sire.

At this point Arthur sighs and decides to try a last time

Arthur: I don't want to be what keeps you two apart

Merlin: What on earth are you talking about?

Arthur: Gwaine and you. Come on it was obvious.

Merlin: What was obvious??

Arthur grimacing: The two of you... Together... *waving his hand in some vangue gesture* you know do I really have to say it

Merlin mockingly copying the gesture: Yes.

Arthur: The two of you were clearly in love so if you rather go with him I understand

That makes Merlin laugh so hard he throws his head back

Merlin: We are not in love Arthur. Gwaine is a friend.

Now it's Arthur's time to snort: A friend? I don't think Gwaine thinks the same, it's obvious when he looks at you

Merlin just shrugs at that: And eyes reveal all feelings? It doesn't have to mean anything, I mean people have told me before you look besotted when you look at me and we both know that's bullshit

Arthur stands still at once, like a deer facing danger, held in place only by the fear of triggering the predators instinct to chase

Arthur: what

Merlin with another snort: yeah stupid i know

Arthur: Who said that

Merlin: Oh well just Gaius and Gwen, Morgana mentioned it too. Gwaine ironically. Oh and Lancelot, one of the guards, Amy the maid who took care of Lady what was her name?? The one who wanted to elope with Sir Bran, doesn't matter anyways. And Uther one time but he muttered it I don't think I was supposed to hear

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — “CURRENT BOYFRIEND” PRANK

a/n: i’m sorry idk why i made zayne’s kinda serious and angsty, guess i’m still reeling from the effects of the main story </3

ZAYNE

You’re pacing around your living room with your phone pressed to your ear, laughing quietly at something your best friend just said. The afternoon sun filters through the windows, golden and soft, catching on the curve of your grin. Zayne is on the couch, reading. Or pretending to, anyway. You can feel his attention flicking toward you every so often.

“—No, I’m not going alone,” you say into the phone. “Zayne’s coming with me.”

You glance at him. He’s still reading, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, posture relaxed but alert in that way of his. You chew your bottom lip, a mischievous idea forming like lightning behind your eyes.

“Yeah,” you continue smoothly, loud enough for him to hear. “I’m bringing my current boyfriend.”

There’s a beat of silence from your friend, followed by a muffled laugh. But what grabs your attention is the subtle shift in Zayne. His eyes lift from the page, gaze pinning you like a blade pressed to skin — not sharp, but undeniably felt.

He sets the book down, slow and deliberate. “Current boyfriend?” he says, voice level, calm. Too calm.

You turn toward him, covering the phone’s mic with your hand. “Yeah?” you say, trying to bite back a grin.

He doesn’t blink. “What do you mean ‘current’?”

Your friend is absolutely losing it in your ear, but you ignore them. You’re more focused on the way Zayne’s brow furrows — not deeply, just enough to signal that you’ve touched something serious beneath that ever-composed surface.

You lift an eyebrow. “You’re not not my current boyfriend.”

Zayne stands, slow and measured, and crosses the space between you in three long strides. He stops a foot away, looking down at you with that infuriatingly unreadable expression of his.

“If I’m your current boyfriend,” he says, his voice low and quiet, “that implies there’s going to be a next one.”

The smile slips off your lips a little, because you weren’t expecting him to sound genuinely bothered. You see it now, in the tightness of his jaw, in the way he’s watching you — not angry, just… hurt.

You blink. “Zayne—”

“I don’t play musical chairs with my relationships,” he says, softer this time. “When I choose someone, it’s not temporary. So if you’re joking, fine. But if you’re not…” He trails off, leaving the thought unfinished, but heavy between you.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

“I was messing with you,” you say, finally. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know that, right?”

He watches you for a second longer. Then he exhales, a quiet sigh through his nose, and something in his posture eases.

“Good,” he says simply. “Because I’m not going anywhere. And I’d prefer it if you weren’t planning to, either.”

You swallow and nod, trying not to let your heart explode in your chest.

“Noted,” you murmur.

From the phone, your friend shouts, “TELL HIM I SAID HI!”

Zayne raises an eyebrow. You shoot him an apologetic look. “They, uh, say hi.”

He leans in close enough that you can feel the warmth of him against your skin.

“Tell them I’m not just the current boyfriend,” he murmurs, voice barely audible. “I’m the last one.”

You drop the phone.

XAVIER

He’s sitting across from you now, fork in hand, chewing on a ravioli like it personally wronged him. His cheeks are a little flushed, probably from the red pepper flakes he accidentally dumped on his plate. But mostly, you’re focused on the way his knee keeps bumping yours under the table, like he might be doing it on purpose, but also might apologize at any second.

The waiter comes by to check on your table, offering a polite smile. “How’s everything tasting?”

You flash a smile back. “It’s great, thank you. My current boyfriend and I are really enjoying it.”

Xavier’s fork stops midair.

The waiter nods, unfazed, and walks away.

You don’t even look at Xavier at first. You just take another bite of pasta and wait… three… two—

“What do you mean current boyfriend?” Xavier blurts, voice a little high, like his soul just left his body.

You look up, chewing. “Hmm?”

He’s staring at you, eyebrows halfway to his hairline, fork forgotten on his plate. “Did you just call me your current boyfriend? Like there’s gonna be a next one?”

You blink innocently. “Well, I mean… we are currently dating.”

Xavier slouches dramatically in his chair, eyes narrowed. “Okay. Wow. So I’m just a phase now? Like bangs? Or oat milk?”

You snort. “Bangs?”

“People always regret bangs,” he says flatly, pouting now. “You’re gonna regret me?”

“Xavier.”

“I’m just your little test boyfriend, huh?” He’s still going. “Just here so you can get back out there and find your forever man with strong jawlines and… and functional communication skills.”

You nearly spit out your water. “Functional communication skills? You’re literally the one sulking because I said one word.”

“That one word was current,” he says, pointing at you with a breadstick like it’s a legal document. “That’s, like… the most insecure relationship word. That’s, like, pre-breakup language.”

You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand, eyes dancing. “Are you jealous? Of hypothetical boyfriends who don’t exist?”

“I might be,” he mutters. “You didn’t say only, or amazing, or even adorable but clumsy and at video games. You just said current like I’m a passing trend.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “Okay. First of all, you are adorable and clumsy and freakishly good at video games.”

He doesn’t look appeased.

You reach across the table and nudge his hand. “And second of all… I was messing with you. I just wanted to see what your face would do.”

He squints at you. “This is your idea of romance?”

“It is now.”

He pouts harder, but you can see the edge of a smile tugging at his lips.

“…Can you just, like, say boyfriend again?” he mumbles. “But this time with no weird adjectives in front of it?”

You smirk. “Xavier.”

“Yes?”

“You’re my boyfriend.”

He melts, slumping forward like you just healed him with divine affirmation.

“Okay,” he says softly. “I can keep eating now.”

“You didn’t stop eating.”

“That’s beside the point.”

RAFAYEL

The gallery is buzzing — soft music, clinking glasses, murmurs of “genius” and “visionary” floating through the air like the smell of paint that hasn’t fully dried.

You’re standing beside Rafayel, who is —unsurprisingly — dressed like someone who definitely knows he’s the main character. Long dark coat, rings glinting under the track lights, wavy locks falling just right, looking equal parts tortured artist and runway model.

He’s pretending to be humble as someone compliments his use of negative space.

You nudge his side. “You gonna tell them you spilled coffee on that canvas and then just rolled with it?”

Rafayel doesn’t miss a beat. “Never reveal the chaos behind the masterpiece,” he whispers, eyes gleaming. “That’s rule one of being a genius.”

You’re grinning, half-listening to someone nearby marvel at a piece Rafayel made at 3 a.m. after watching a documentary about the moon and crying for twenty minutes.

Then a waiter stops beside you both with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, thank you,” you say, plucking one off the tray. You gesture lazily to Rafayel beside you. “My current boyfriend will have one, too.”

There’s a slight pause.

The waiter smiles and moves on.

Rafayel turns to you with the slow precision of a man personally betrayed.

“I’m sorry — current?” he repeats, hand on his chest like you’ve just stabbed him mid-sip.

You blink innocently. “Yeah?”

He narrows his eyes. “You make it sound like I’m on a rental plan. Like I’m just your seasonal boyfriend — here for spring, gone by June.”

You sip your drink and shrug. “Well, you are limited edition.”

Rafayel gasps, spinning half a step away from you like he needs air. “Not you calling me disposable at my own art exhibition,” he says, utterly scandalized. “This is my night. My moment. I wore the dramatic coat for you.”

You stifle a laugh. “Are you genuinely offended?”

“I am aesthetically offended,” he says, fanning himself with a folded event pamphlet. “Emotionally bruised. My ego — cracked like cheap pottery. Do you know how many layers of emotional depth are under this coat?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Two?”

He glares. “Three. And a scarf.”

You step closer, brushing your hand against his. “I was joking.”

“Oh, really? Because I was about to demand a retraction and a public declaration of eternal love in front of the fruit platter.”

You lean in, barely containing your grin. “Rafayel?”

He looks at you, suspicious.

“You’re not my current boyfriend.”

His eyes narrow. “I’m not?”

You shake your head. “No. You’re my forever boyfriend.”

There’s a beat. Then he flings his arms around your shoulders in an overly dramatic swoop, nearly spilling both your drinks. “Finally. The respect I deserve.”

You laugh against him, and he mutters into your ear, “God, I love when you flatter me in public.”

You pull back and raise your glass. “To my one and only, eternally dramatic boyfriend.”

Rafayel clinks his glass against yours, smirking. “Now we’re speaking the same language.”

SYLUS

You’re out with Sylus at your favorite cafe — the cozy kind with mismatched mugs, moody lighting, and music that sounds like a slow-motion scene in an indie film. He’s sitting across from you, long fingers wrapped around a coffee cup, that smug little grin resting naturally on his face like it was born there.

He leans back in his chair, watching you over the rim of his drink, dark eyes glinting with quiet mischief.

“So,” he says, voice low and easy, “I assume this isn’t just a coffee date. You lured me here for something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He smirks. “Right. And maybe I just come here for the foam art.”

You’re about to respond when the barista swings by your table with two pastries.

“Oh, thanks,” you say cheerfully, accepting them. You gesture to Sylus, smiling sweetly. “This is for me and my current boyfriend.”

The barista gives a polite nod and walks off.

Sylus, however, freezes like someone just called him a side character.

“…I’m sorry,” he says, slow and deliberate, “current?”

You look up, feigning innocence. “What?”

His eyes narrow, but the grin’s still there, cocky and dangerous. “Did you just call me your current boyfriend?”

You blink. “Technically, yes. You are my boyfriend. Currently.”

He sets his coffee down, leans forward, elbows on the table, and gives you that look — the one he uses when he’s about to win something.

“Oh, kitten,” he says smoothly, “I didn’t realize I was on a trial basis.”

You stifle a laugh. “There’s no trial basis.”

“Oh no, I get it. You’ve got, like, a subscription plan,” he says, all faux-understanding. “One Sylus for a limited time only. Cancel anytime. No refunds.”

You shrug. “There might be a survey at the end.”

He places a hand on his chest, gasping theatrically. “So you are shopping around. Am I just… a placeholder until Mr. Perfect shows up with a normal lifestyle and emotional availability?”

You grin. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

He leans in further, voice a little lower now. “Okay. But would Mr. Perfect know exactly how you like your coffee? Would he remember your favorite flowers? Would he put up with your insatiable hunger?

“Hey—”

“Would he,” Sylus says, lifting a brow, “kiss you like this?”

Before you can reply, he leans across the table and kisses you — soft, brief, but enough to shut you up and steal your breath in the most obnoxiously effective way.

You blink when he pulls back. “That was cheating.”

He shrugs. “So is calling me your current boyfriend like I’m going to expire next week.”

You exhale, defeated. “Okay, fine. You’re not my current boyfriend.”

He smirks, victorious. “Damn right.”

“You’re my permanent boyfriend,” you mutter.

He leans back, arms crossed, looking far too pleased. “Say it louder for the people in the back.”

You throw a napkin at him. He catches it without flinching.

“Still want to call me current?” he teases.

You reach across the table, grabbing his pastry. “You’re my forever boyfriend, but you’re currently not getting this.”

CALEB

Caleb’s fingers are laced with yours, warm and a little clammy, probably from nerves. Even after months of dating, he still gets flustered every time you kiss his cheek or say his name in a certain tone. Like he can’t quite believe this is real. Like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You’re walking through the park after grabbing smoothies — his is something bright and tropical, yours tastes vaguely like regret but you refuse to admit it — and the sunlight is hitting everything just right. Too perfect, really.

You glance over at him, cheeks a little sore from smiling.

And because the moment is sweet and lovely and stable…

You decide to mess with him.

A couple walking a golden retriever passes you and gives a friendly smile. You smile back and say, cheerily, “Just out with my current boyfriend.”

You swear you can feel Caleb’s soul pause beside you.

“…Wait.” He slows down, blinking. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”

You sip your smoothie. “Mmhmm.”

There’s a long pause.

“Current… like, temporary?” he says, voice cracking just enough to make your heart pang, even though you’re trying very hard not to laugh.

You glance at him. He’s staring straight ahead now, eyes wide, brow furrowed.

“I — I didn’t know there was an expiration date,” he mumbles.

“Oh no,” you say, as flat as possible. “Did I not mention the three-month boyfriend rotation policy?”

His face turns bright red. “That’s a joke… right?”

You don’t answer immediately. He starts doing the thing where he overthinks out loud.

“I mean — I thought we were doing okay. I even started leaving a toothbrush at your place! Was that presumptuous? Oh my god. Did I over-toothbrush?”

You finally break, laughing so hard you nearly choke on your smoothie. “Caleb, I’m joking!”

He looks at you, wounded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“You said it so casually! Like I’m just the… transitional guy before you meet your soulmate at a farmer’s market or something.”

You stop walking, turn to face him, and press a hand to his chest. “You are not transitional. You are the soulmate from the farmer’s market. You are the guy who makes me braised pork ribs and plays me weird indie songs and says ‘sorry’ when he wins at video games.”

He’s quiet for a second, processing. Then, softly: “So… no expiration date?”

“Lifetime warranty,” you say, grinning. “Even if your snoring is kind of a crime.”

He laughs, finally. “Okay. But, like, just for my sanity… no more ‘current’ jokes, right?”

You squeeze his hand. “Only if you promise to stop apologizing every time we kiss.”

He gives you that soft, slightly crooked smile that always hits you right in the ribs. “No promises.”

“Then neither from me, current boyfriend.”

“Hey—!”

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Preach maybe just maybe I will write myself

I physically no biblically need a fic where Arthur is so scared out of his mind by the prospect of losing Merlin that he forgets his fear of appearing weak and being vulnerable and affectionate and cuddles the man in front of everyone.

I mean a fic where he half sobs Merlin’s name in relief once Leon brings him to the throne room where Arthur is having a crisis meeting with the court. Arthur then gets up runs over, puts one hand in Merlins dark waves to pull him into an embrace, buries his face in his neck and beathes in deeply all the while his other hand is holding onto Merlin’s tunic for dear life.

I need him to whisper "You're alive." Like a mantra while tears fall onto Merlin’s skin.

And Merlin would stand there being so confused and shocked because he always thought Arthur wouldn't even notice when he's gone.

And for days Arthur would barely be able to leave Merlin’s side, terrified something could happen to him

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Love whenever you randomly show up on my feed I am very sorry for the loss of such a establishment. Thoughts and prayers that good food will be still be accessible 🙏🙏🎂🎂🎂🎂.

On an unrelated I am in the ER high on pain meds hearing the guy next door next me go septic because of Tylenol becareful guys!! Thoughts go out to Room 15.

My fave Chinese restaurant caught fire today. 😭😭😭 no idea when they will be up and running again...thank goodness they weren't open when it happened and everyone got out safely though. Unfortunately, the fish and turtles did not. I 😭😭😭