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I'm just out here creating new canon for you. 💅

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Steve’s not that much of a fan of coffee but he frequents the local coffee shop because Robin is and she also has a crush on the blonde barista, Chrissy. Steve doesn’t mind tagging along at all because he is a) an excellent wingman and b) ever so slightly enamoured with Eddie, Chrissy’s attractive, metalhead coworker, who always grumbles about the corporate machine making him tie his hair back and take off his rings for work.

Steve thinks the ponytail is cute, but the one time he said that, Eddie got all quiet on him and wouldn’t stop shooting Steve these looks he couldn’t quite get a read on. So naturally Steve assumes it’s a touchy subject and doesn’t bring it up again. Apart from that though, he feels like he gets on really well with Eddie and alway enjoys his company. He’s managed to make him laugh at least eight times since he and robin started going there. Robin’s been keeping count for him.

The issue is, lately Steve gets the feeling Chrissy is trying to hit on him, and it’s making him feel super guilty because she’s Robin’s crush and seems to be really close with Eddie too. Also, he’s not into her, but he doesn’t want to upset her because she seems like a genuine and sweet person.

It started when Chrissy handed over his usual to go cup and instead of his name, it had ‘handsome’ written on the side in marker with a cute little heart drawn under it. He had panicked so hard about Robin potentially seeing it that he downed the coffee when it was still hot, scolded the fuck out of his tongue and shoved the empty cup in the nearest trash can. He thought that his reaction would be enough to deter Chrissy, but they kept coming thick and fast, each one making Steve blush to the tips of his ears and feel a wave of guilt crash over him.

The messages kept getting more flirty each time too, some stand outs being:

‘Enjoy, sweetheart xx’

‘Hey there, pretty boy :) x’

‘Nice jeans, sweet cheeks ;)’

‘Hot tea for a hottie x’

‘The only thing sweeter than this drink is you, darling x’

And the final straw:

‘Call me, big boy xx’

The last one had a phone number underneath, and Steve felt his heart sink when he saw it. He’d thought eventually with him throwing away the cups so quickly - before he and robin even left the place most of the time- Chrissy would surely catch onto his lack of interest and stop at some point. However, it had only seemed to spur her on. This last one took it a step further, invited him to do something about all the others that came before it. Robin isn’t there with him today, so he assumes that’s what gave Chrissy the confidence boost to take a shot and he feels like such a shitty friend for not telling Chrissy to stop this earlier.

Now for several reasons, Steve would have the unfortunate task of letting her down gently. He decides it’s best to tear of the bandaid and just do it right away so there’s no room for miscommunication. She’s gone back to the till to take someone else’s order, so Steve joins the back of the line, the offending cup of coffee in hand.

As he approaches the front she catches sight of him and frowns for a second, but then plasters on her usual bubbly, customer service smile. “Is there something wrong with your order, Steve?” she asks, sounding upset at the idea and twisting the knife in Steve’s chest a little further.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs heavilly, he glances around to see if anyone is listening in before speaking because he doesn’t want to cause her any embarrassment. “Look, I’m really flattered, honestly,” Steve says, placing his cup down on the surface and turning it so the message faces Chrissy, “but I have a friend who thinks you’re really cute and I’m kind of interested in your coworker.” He lowers his voice for the second part. “So I’m really sorry, but I can’t call you.”

He’s bracing himself for a negative reaction, but then he’s bewildered when a bright giggle bursts out of Chrissy’s glossy pink lips instead. She continues to let out little peels of laughter, only stopping when she registers his look of utter confusion.

“Steve, I’m not the one who’s been making your drinks all this time, I’ve just been handing them to you.”

“Then who-“

“You better hang on to this one, beautiful. I’ve seen too many of my previous masterpieces go unappreciated.” Eddie interrupts, leaning on Chrissy’s shoulder with a devlish grin. “I’ll be expecting that call later, big boy,” he says before winking at Steve playfully and going straight back to fulfilling orders.

Steve’s jaw drops and his face burns, and all of a sudden that little paper cup is the most precious item he’s ever recieved. Part of him wants to go back and locate all the previous ones he threw away, but he knows that they’re long gone by now and that Eddie would probably lose interest in him quickly if he saw him trying to climb in the bin for a better look.

Stece settles on guarding the cup he has, the most important one, with his life instead. And he does so up until the end of the day, when his shift finishes and he’s back to the safety of his house. Before doing anything, he makes a beeline straight for the phone and presses in the number he now knows off by heart after hours of reading it off the side of the cup.

The call is picked up after the second ring.

“Eddie?” Steve asks.

“Hey, Stevie.” Steve tries to ignore the way his chest flutters at the nickname. “So, I was thinking… how would you like to see me with my hair down?”

Steve beams brightly. “I’d love that.”

Coffee could possibly become one of Steve’s favourite things.

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I had the weirdest dream ever. So I come to ask the people if an AU where Merlin is either a caretaker for penguins at a sanctuary or a nature photographer that like penguins.

It doesn't matter because the dream was explicitly about Merlin, penguins, magic reveal an Arthur down bad for Merlin. In that order basically.

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Favourite dynamic

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Arthur: Merlin, I have a beautiful surprise for you.

Merlin: [happy] really?

Artnur: Of course! But I can't show it to you until this evening. Now, would you go outside and pick some flowers?

Merlin:

Merlin:

Merlin: ...are the flowers for... Me?

Arthur: [Mad] Ugh, Merlin!! You ruined my surprise!!

( @greatscottimafangirl )

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Part 3 of Merlin Multiverse AU

“Sire, are you sure this is safe?” Arthur followed close by his king as he was led through the woods by the older man. He had been awoken by his king before the sun had fully risen and was told to follow, not ask questions. He managed his silence until they entered the still dark forest.

His king gave no response and instead looked back at him with an open smile. It irked Arthur's nerves when his king did these kinds of things. Not taking him seriously in his worry for the man. It made him want to protect the king more.

“Sire, there are dangerous things in these woods. We can hardly see as it is, what if something attacks?”

At this his king laughed and shook his head, “Oh Sir Arthur you do make me laugh!” Arthur's face flushed and he crossed his arms.

“This is hardly a laughing matter, my king.”

Another laugh and his king turned to face him. Dark hair and blue eyes were almost too much for Arthur this early in the morning, but he stood stern in his worry. The king's hands ran up the armour covering his arms until they rested upon his jaw. Arthur felt trapped and pinned like prey as all he could do was stare wide eyed into those piercing blue eyes.

“My knight,” A shiver ran through Arthur, “My dearest friend, I am the most dangerous thing in these woods, no harm will come to me. Please stop worrying and instead enjoy this early morning with me?”

Oh how could Arthur say no to his king when he was regarded so softly by the older man. His king stared at him as if he held the moon and it made Arthur's insides shake. It made him want to protect this man with his life. Made him want to do everything he could to please his king.

“Of course, sire.” His face was on fire as his king smiled wide back at him, then turned to continue walking. It took the knight a moment to collect himself and keep going, having to sprint a little to catch up with his energetic king.

As the sun began to rise, they had reached a lake and this is where the king decided it would be good to relax for the morning. Arthur had his reservations about water, having had a dream once where he was being held underneath the water by some princess, but nonetheless stood at his King's side as the noble dipped his feet into the water.

He watched as his King's body shivered and a surprised laugh erupted from his lips. “I didn't expect it to feel so cool. I suppose it should be with how early it is.”

Arthur hummed in response and watched as his king held up his hand and mumbled an incantation. He angled his head so he could see the flash of gold that covered his King's eyes and his lips parted in awe as they often do. Soon the gold was gone and his king closed his eyes, relaxing more against the small waves that splashed up against his bare feet and calves.

“What was that, sire?” The water had a more reflective sparkle to it than it did a minute ago, a side effect of the magic having been placed on it no doubt, but Arthur wasn't sure what had exactly been changed.

His king looked up at him through his lashes, for a moment not speaking just looking, and lazily smiled. Arthur had the sudden thought that he had never seen another person so beautiful and in that moment time seemed to still.

“Just warmed it a little. You should feel it, it's very relaxing this early in the morning.” The king's voice was soft again and Arthur dared not breathe too hard, afraid of breaking whatever bubble had surrounded them.

The world around them was quiet as the birds were only just starting to wake and the wind was a steady breeze blowing. Arthur could think of nothing he wanted more than to relax with his king this early in the morning.

A voice in the back of his mind told him not to, told him he must be alert in case the king needed to be saved, however the louder part of his mind told him to enjoy himself because it would make the king happy. And Arthur wanted nothing more than to make his king happy. So, slowly he began to remove his boots and socks, rolled up his pants a bit, and sat down next to his king.

The water was warm as it splashed onto his feet and Arthur felt a smile spread across his face. It was relaxing, he could admit. He wasn't sure when he had last been able to relax, always seeming to have a million duties as his King's right hand man. He let out a long sigh and laid down, stretching out onto the sand around him.

He couldn't see as the king smiled down at him, his eyes having slipped shut, but he could hear the soft whisper, “Good boy.”

He wasn't sure how long he had drifted off but he was woken by a splash of water to the face and roaring laughter from his king when he jolted up with a wild look on his face. Once his mind caught up with the situation, he loosened the grip he had on his sword and glared at the king who was magically moving the water.

“Having fun are you?”

His voice was thick from sleep and he tried to sound more angry than he felt, but the king continued to laugh. Arthur stood up and in a second was in the water with his king splashing him back with broad strokes of his hands. In the back of his mind he recognized this was very unusual behavior for a king and a knight, however he could only see himself messing around with his friend.

The splashing eventually died down, both men being thoroughly soaked, they swam along together not caring as clothes stuck to their skin and the sun beat down on them. The king was lamenting about various peace treaties and his distaste for planning banquets while the knight floated by his side savoring every word spoken to him.

A few minutes later the king decided he would dip underneath the water for a moment to clear his head. It was when he didn't come back up right away that Arthur began to worry.

“Sire?”

The water ran still in that moment and began to lose warmth as Arthur began diving under the water to find his king. He swam and thrashed against the water trying anything to make his friend reappear.

A crack from the trees made him clench his teeth and whip his head around. There stood his king, dry, unharmed. Smiling and waving like a fool.

Arthur felt relief wash over his body, once again filling with warmth. His breath was then taken from him as something grabbed onto his ankle and pulled deep underneath the water.

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ok so archer merlin. just imagine for a second. play with me

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As every Arthur was busying themselves being unhelpful, Merlin was trying desperately to figure out how to go about sending them all back where they came from. He scoured every book he could think of and nearly pulled his hair out when he found no answers to his situation. Apparently multi universal travel was not something anybody had dealt with before. Go figure.

“Merlin, have you seen Arthur-”

All eyes turned to Guinevere as she entered the room and there she stood frozen by the scene in front of her.

Knight Arthur immediately bowed with a forceful, “My lady!” And knelt before her in wait of command.

Her confusion continued to grow as the more muscular Arthur stepped forth and smirked at her with amusement, “Need something, my dear?”

The farmer barely acknowledged her presence. Instead he made a break for the door and in response Merlin had to grab him before he knocked her over. Their tussle made Gwen take a step to the side where she bumped into the eldest Arthur, who in turn was stunned and pale as a ghost.

“Is it? Are you really here in front of me, my love?” The king's hand reached out to stroke her face and Guinevere stood paralyzed by the look of love that shone through his eyes.

“Merlin, who is this?” Guinevere spoke as she continued to stare into the eyes of the man holding her gaze with such love and devotion.

The king's face broke into a smile of pure happiness and his eyes held the heartache of his memories. “I was your king. You were to be my queen.”

Merlin watched as Guinevere swallowed hard and took a step back. Taking a breath she took a moment to fully look around the room, eyes resting on the Arthur she knew to be her friend. “What is going on here?”

Merlin and Arthur, his Arthur, looked at each other then back at Gwen. Trying to figure out how to explain what exactly was happening and how it came to be, they honestly had no clue.

“It started at the lake really.” Merlin said, remembering the appearance of the first Arthur. The one which wouldn't stop flirting with him like his life depended on it.

His face began to flush with the memory of Arthur calling him ‘Darling’, and Gwen eyed him with curiosity.

“Well, it's kind of a long story.”

After Merlin had discovered the flirtatious Arthur was in fact not his Arthur he began to panic a bit, worried some assassin was pulling a trick. This led to the doppelganger shoved up against a tree and Merlin’s ruthless interrogation. Which then led to him being kissed just as fiercely by the clone and his brain short circuiting.

Once they parted, Merlin's Arthur had reappeared and was holding a sword to the throat of the imposter. The two had a heated argument of which Merlin barely remembered as he was still reeling from the kiss he'd shared with ‘Arthur’.

The rest was a blur for him as it all happened so fast. Merlin and his Arthur were then trying to stop the Farmer from invading someone's house that he swore was his own. He didn't take kindly to being told what to do by the original Arthur and proceeded to storm off in a huff.

They were then separated and the next thing Merlin knew someone was calling to him by screaming, “Sire!” Through the streets and causing confused looks to come their way. The young knight had told him he had dealt with the situation and for a moment Merlin felt relief before he realized this was definitely not his Arthur and was in fact another problem he had to deal with.

That had ended in Merlin having to magically transport a pile of unconscious Arthur look-alikes to the King's bed chambers where he was reunited with the original, and now they were here.

Guinevere was unimpressed by this explanation and before she could be stopped, promptly left the room in a huff. To be fair, Merlin and Arthur had sort of fumbled their way through the story so they should've expected as much.

Things only managed to get worse once she left.

The eldest withdrew into himself, standing like a statue by the window refusing to look or speak at all. Merlin could sense the overwhelming emotion that once again hurt this version of his friend, but his attention was turned to the other four Arthurs that were once again arguing.

“This is ridiculous, all I wanted was a calm day of fishing and suddenly I'm stuck in some alternate dimension?”

“Hey, I'm not complaining at least here I can actually shag Merls.”

“There will be no shagging of my manservant!”

“How dare you speak like that about the king! I will not stand by while his name is used in such a vulgar way!”

“Calm down, prude.”

“I am not a prude!”

And on and on and on. Merlin massaged his temples and groaned loud enough to catch the attention of all the yelling men.

“If you would all shut up I could think for a few minutes! But no! You're just at each other's throats when we could be working together to find a solution!”

One of the Arthur's mumbled something about Merlin always solving their problems, and the sorcerer glared in their direction. While it was true he usually could find a solution, this was just beyond him at the moment. In all his reading and all his time practicing magic, he had never encountered something like this and he was beginning to spiral.

His Arthur saw this and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “We'll figure this out, Merlin. Together. Don't be such a girl.”

Merlin shook his head and a smile crept to his face, “Sure. Together.”

The original Arthur clapped his hands together and rolled his shoulders back, “Alright men! We have a serious job to do. We need to come together and try to figure out why you were all sent here and how we can send you back. I'm not promising that we'll find a quick solution, but we must be vigilant! We must fight together and keep our thoughts on the goal! For all our sake.”

Merlin tried to fight the eye roll that came, but gods Arthur was such a king. He chuckled at the speech, it reminded him of many a one he'd heard Arthur speak to get the knights prepared for battle. Some things never change. The only receptive Arthur was the young knight, who begrudgingly nodded his head and took on a more serious demeanor. The king's and farmer on the other hand just shrugged or didn't respond at all.

“Right. Well then! Let's get to work. Let's go over what each of you remember.”

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If anybody would like to be tagged for future parts please let me know in the comments 🙏

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Merlin looked at the arguing men in front of him and questioned how he ended up in this situation. It shouldn't be surprising given all that has happened in his life since he arrived in Camelot, but this really takes the cake.

“I am king, you will respect me!”

His Arthur, not one of the clones? Doppelgangers? Shspeshifters? Whatever they are. His Arthur is trying to corral them.

Obviously it didn't work.

Two of them shout back that they are also king, and the youngest Arthur, a knight, shouted that ‘No, Merlin is king!’

Definitely strange.

The knight looked about ready to slash them all so Merlin decided now is as good a time as any to break them apart. With a deep breath he calls their attention with a clap and casts a spell to make them all stand in a line, youngest to oldest. He pulls his Arthur to the side as to not get confused.

The oldest, most rough looking, glares at Merlin and shouts, “What is the meaning of this? Let me go sorcerer!”

He struggles against the magic keeping him still and in place, but otherwise stays quiet. The lines around his eyes run deep and the demeanor he carries is that of a man betrayed by the world. Nothing about him is anything like the Arthur Merlin knows, but he's coming to suspect that'll be the case with all of them. His clothes are definitely that of a king and Merlin is reminded of Uther as he looks upon the dark colors that surround the man.

The Arthur next to him, younger but not as young as the other three in the room, shifts as if trying to fidget against the magic binds and sighs as if he's got places to be. Merlin notes the clothes he wears are that of a commoner and he has a tan that makes him stand out amongst every Arthur in the room.

The middle Arthur hasn't stopped smirking since he laid eyes on Merlin and he would be unsettled if it weren't for how distracted he was by the other Arthur's muscles. It perplexed Merlin how any one person could be so filled out and still fit into everyday clothes. He supposed maybe they were tailored made for this Arthur but that's neither here nor there. This one was also dressed like a king and carried himself as such.

The fourth and final Arthur in line was looking down to the floor. He was dressed as a knight but not like the ones here in Camelot. His armour was different but there was no denying the fierce loyalty that shone in the young man's eyes. When he looked at Merlin that is. For now his gaze rested to the ground, awaiting a command from his king. And in this case it seemed that the king would be Merlin.

“Knight Arthur?”

The knight’s head snapped to attention and those fierce eyes were once again matched to Merlin's own. A shiver ran up his spine and he wondered for a moment if this is how his Arthur felt when faced with his own loyal stares.

“Yes, my lord?”

Merlin heard a scoff from beside him and chose to ignore it.

“What is your business here?” Merlin tried to remain firm in his tone but found it hard not to squirm under the knight's unrelenting stare.

“I am here to serve you, sire. As always.” If not for the magic holding him in place, Merlin was sure he would have knelt in front of him as knights do to their kings. As he's seen the knights do to his king many times.

“Knight, where did you come from?” Surely this question would yield some kind of good result.

“Camelot.”

Right.

“Right,” Merlin fought the urge to roll his eyes, “You're all from Camelot, but what are you doing in this Camelot?”

The knight blinked and furrowed his eyebrows. It seemed that this was the first time he had ever stopped to think about what was going on around him. Merlin pursed his lips and surveyed the other Arthurs. They each seemed to be coming to a realization of some sort, so Merlin waited.

“I was swimming.” The knight spoke and each Arthur's eyes widened.

“Yes! Yes, I was swimming and you were with me!” The middle Arthur for once looked upon Merlin without lust and instead looked for a moment frightened. “I, I went under the water and when I came back up, you were gone.”

Every Arthur agreed except the oldest. His eyes seemed to darken and he spat out, “I was alone. I don't fraternize with sorcerers!”

Merlin watched as all the Arthur's faces hardened and in unison they spoke, “Watch it!”

Merlin had no choice but to laugh at the outburst. With his laugh his concentration spell broke and all Arthurs were released. Within a second the eldest was upon Merlin grabbing him by his jacket and shoving him against the wall.

“What have you done sorcerer? Why have you brought me here? What games are you playing?” The dark king spat in Merlin’s face as the others hurriedly came to drag him off the warlock.

His heart raced as he watched the Arthur's hold back their eldest as he continued to scream nonsense at him. His Arthur looked at him with concern and to that he shook his head. He was fine. Shocked, but in no need of intervention.

“I assure you, I did not bring you here, sire.” Merlin hoped the respect would pay off with this one. “There are no games being played, and nobody is here to attack you in any way. Everyone here just appeared and we're trying to figure out why.”

“Yeah, right! I know you've done something, you're one of them!” The eldest glares daggers at Merlin and refused to listen to his words. He thrashed against the men holding him and Merlin was once again reminded of Uther and his rage. His heart gave pull and the words left his lips without thought.

“What happened to you, Arthur?” His voice shook with the thought of his friend being in so much pain.

The king said nothing for a long time. The fight left his body as Merlin slowly inched his way towards him. He realized with a start that the king had started to cry. He kept his gaze firmly fixed to the ground as Merlin stepped as close as he dared and asked again.

“What happened to you, my friend?”

This made the king scoff. His voice thick with sadness spoke, “Friend. You're no friend of mine. You got her killed.”

Each Arthur shared a look of confusion yet Merlin knew in a moment of pity who ‘she’ was.

“What happened to Guinevere, Arthur?” His soft voice felt like cactus pines against the dark king’s skin as he let out a rough sob. The other Arthur's slowly released him and stepped back, letting Merlin take the lead.

The sobbing king hit the floor and cried out in agony, “You killed her! You had her framed for sorcery! She was innocent! She-”

He struggled to breathe and Merlin watched as he clawed at his chest. His whole being screamed of pain and heartache, and Merlin was finally beginning to understand why.

“Her- Her father was sick, and you! You healed him! You healed a dying man and she was killed for it because you were too cowardly to speak up and tell the truth! And my father-”

Another sob ripped from his throat and everyone in the room could see where the story was headed. Everyone could understand this man's pain. And Merlin hesitantly laid a hand on the man's shoulder. The king flinched but otherwise accepted the touch.

“My father killed her without a second thought. I watched her die and you just stood there. Even after, when Morgana killed my father, you just stood there. Silent. Like a coward! You let everyone I love die so you could live! It should've been you!”

Horror is what crosses Merlin's stare at this broken man in front of him. His story was that of a tragedy and Merlin couldn't wrap his head around it. The Arthurs around him looked upon the man in pity and understanding. They could now see why this man was filled to the brim with hatred. Why he had lashed out at the sorcerer in front of them.

The king continued to sob as Merlin firmly held his shoulder. Everything was quiet for a moment, then the broken man spoke again.

“I-I tried to kill you.” The confession earned a gasp from the other Arthur's, and a scoff from the knight, then the king continued. “I tried to kill you, but I couldn't. You, you told me you only wanted to help but I didn't care. I don't care. Because she's gone, and it's all your fault.”

Merlin nodded and for the first time his Arthur spoke up, “Then where is your Merlin?”

The king looked to the Arthur that spoke and clenched his jaw, “In shackles, underneath the castle, forever a prisoner. Just like that blasted dragon.” His stone cold stare made Merlin flinch back as if burned.

In another life he was a prisoner to his friend. It was hard to wrap his head around, but he understood. Grief could rot you from the inside and it seemed whatever good inside this broken king had died long ago and he was destined to be this way until his body caught up.

Merlin took a breath then looked at the king. “I'm sorry for your loss, my friend. Truly, I am. I hope you find peace one day.”

There wasn't much else anyone could say and a silence once again enveloped the room.

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Once again I'm not claiming to be Picasso and if I had the energy I'd render this digitally but here is a mini comic of the Merlin Multiverse AU;

- In which Knight Arthur arrives on the scene while Merlin is looking for the other 3 (technically 4 including the OG of Merlin's universe)

Tagging @whatdoiputhereuhh for this, I hope you like this mini comic!

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Original post date: October 19 2022

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Reverse endings Merthur au

I see yall with your prince Merlin and servant/knight Arthur, and even your illegal to not have magic au's.

But I raise you, I present to you, I open your eyes to:

Merlin is the one who dies, and Arthur is the one left to wait for him.

Now, they can have their canon roles, or they could be swaped, but either way, I imagine an Arthur to had to watch Merlin be slain, maybe with Excalibur (yk, bringing a callback to, not letting it get into the wrong hands) or with something else.

Merlin's funeral is where I'm split, cuz on the one hand, yes I'd love for Merlin to be brought to the lake of avalon, or even buried in a field and it eventually grows into a whole garden of flowers or a whole forest; but on the other hand, I can see Merlin being given a knights funeral of being burned or whatever, and then since he no longer has his body, all his magic would be released and he'd be like a whisp of air following Arthur as he waits for years and years for Merlin.

And, the main reason I thought of this, I love the headcanons for immortal Leon, and so I had a thought yesterday being like, "oh, well if their roles were reversed, Lancelot would most likely be Arthur's immortal companion," I feel like Lancelot is Merlin's Leon, yk?

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@emotionalsupportshrimp suggested farmer Arthur so here's what I've got for that for my Merlin Multiverse AU;

- He just wants to be with his chickens in peace

- Was exiled from Camelot with Merlin after refusing to turn Merlin in for sorcery

- Uther renounced him as a son and Morgana took the throne when he died (of totally natural causes...)

- Gwen and Gaius stay working with Morgana as she brings back magic

- Arthur and Merlin wound up wandering around together (meeting Lance and Gwaine, etc.,) but came back to Camelot after Morgana sent for them

- They refused places in the palace and settled together in Ealdor

- They're currently trying to set up Lancelot as a knight and maybe with their Gwen

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More on the Flirty King Arthur from my multiverse AU;

- He's in his 30s, confident bisexual energy

- He personally made his Merlin his manservant not Uther

- He's flirted with his Merlin for years, still trying to bag him but he suspects any day now he'll cave to his advances and accept his affections, his Merlin is just too caught up in his 'saving Arthur' to be bothered with romance right now

- Uther retired/stepped down from being king when Morgana revealed her magic and helped Arthur lift the ban

- Uther now spends his time making amends and being an advisor to his son, who he's oh so proud of

- Morgana and Merlin are on his counsel, along with Gwen who was reluctant at first but accepted when told she could still be with Morgana as her companion 👀

- Uther's not too happy about Arthur's affection for a sorcerer but he's still learning to be open minded

- Gaius saw this coming from a mile away and helps Uther when he needs to vent about 'the loss of future heirs'

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More on Knight Arthur from my multiverse AU;

- He's younger than his king Merlin by maybe 3 or 4 years but he's his King's right hand

- King Merlin his infatuated with the boy and is always praising his talents

- Knight Arthur in turn is in awe of the sorcerer king and does everything he can to be the best he possibly can

- High golden retriever energy, eager to please

- Uther is a noble in this universe just has nothing to do with Merlin and his rule

- Morgana is a member of Merlin's court, along with Gwen as advisors

- Gaius is still the physician and I stand by that

- Knight Arthur is fiercely loyal to his king so when some doppelgangers of himself claim all claim to be king, he kind of goes off on them for the disrespect and may or may not incapacitate them one by one

- He then finds this world's Merlin who is shell shocked and confused as to why he's being called 'sire' and 'my lord' by a young Arthur, and two what to do with the pile of unconscious Arthurs

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A breakdown of Disgruntled King Arthur from my multiverse AU;

- He's in his 50's

-His Gwen died before they married, killed by Uther for being accused of magic

- His Morgana killed Uther for this and was banished by Arthur, she isn't vengeful because Arthur sent her to the druids

- When his Merlin revealed his magic he got banished as well, and the ban on Magic stats strong but Arthur is less ruthless as Uther because of his despair.

- He just doesn't want to see magic at all, doesn't want to be reminded of Gwen

- So when he sees Gwen from this universe he breaks down and can't come to terms with what he's seeing