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my headcanon for gwaine finding out about merlin’s magic is that it happens at the same time as for the rest of the knights. like there’s some Catastrophic Event that forces merlin to reveal he has powers and all of the knights are there for it. gwaine included.

the thing about gwaine, however, is that he is the first to notice merlin’s eyes glowing and therefore has 0.1 seconds more than everyone else to process this information. and when he does process what this means and the danger merlin is now in, he doubles down. no ‘oh arthur but he meant no harm :((!!’ no. gwaine uses those extra 0.1 seconds to feel betrayal and outrage and re-direct all of it at arthur.

arthur is like ‘i don’t believe it’ and gwaine is like well tough😤😤 yeah my friend is a sorcerer and so WHAT. no, and so WHAT? is that a CRIME? (‘yes, it is, gwaine’ ‘mind your business leon’) stop staring at him like that. who CARES if he is a mastermind here to end your kingdom?? (‘i’m not’ ‘oh ok cool’) i have considered doing the same myself a few times?? you gonna burn me? stab me right here and now?? come at me, COME AT ME

arthur is not even looking at him, he is having the world’s most intense silent conversation with merlin. by the time arthur decides that okay, we need to have a talk, possibly one of the hardest talks of his life, gwaine has thrown a gauntlet at arthur 3 times (he keeps picking it up and throwing it again)

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I hope this reaches the right people because idk what this even is

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Merlin traces his fingers, follows the exposed lines of Arthur’s jaw, neck, collarbone, but does not touch. He does this sometimes, when Arthur’s asleep. It feels like trespassing even though Arthur’s door is never locked to him and Merlin dares not breech it further. He dares not to put his fingertips to Arthur’s skin and feel his pulse flickering under the pressure of Merlin’s touch. He longs to. Merlin longs to see if that pulse would jump in recognition at the contact. He longs to see what magic might spark if he was allowed to touch Arthur with the love he feels. He doubts Arthur returns his feelings, so he never does, and lets the magic die on the tips of his fingers, cold, unlit.

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Arthur’s eyes follow the boundaries of Merlin where he dares not cross with his hands, his mouth. Arthur longs to touch, but keeps it to himself. Instead he lets his gaze drift over the angle of his cheekbones, the turn of his chin, the neck that disappears beneath his worn neckerchiefs. An article of clothing Arthur would happily dispose of, if only to see more skin, more Merlin—

More of what he denies himself. Arthur shakes off the thought, only to see Merlin’s hands skitter in and out of his vision as he uselessly tidies the desk around him. Merlin’s long, pale fingers that Arthur would spread between his own, tangling together, and pull—

No. Arthur will keep the distance between them, that endless chasm.

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Arthur slips. He pulls Merlin out of the shot of an arrow, fingers wrapped around Merlin’s skinny wrist, skin to skin. This alone is not the problem. The problem is Arthur lingers, despite the danger apparent. He allows himself to feel. Merlin’s skin is hot, sparking with fire, and even when Arthur lets go, he can feel the heat of him. He can not shake him, can not shake this simple interaction, and when they return to the castle, whole and unharmed, he does it again. He wraps his fingers around Merlin’s wrist and drags him back to his rooms, desperate.

“Arthur,” Merlin says laughing as Arthur presses the door closed behind them. “If you want out of your armor that bad—“

Arthur kisses him.

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Merlin, for a brief eternity, does not move, does not believe this is happening. Arthur’s mouth is hot on his, one hand curled protectively at his neck. Then Merlin slides his hands into Arthur’s hair and holds him there, unwilling to let him run from this.

Arthur doesn’t run. He presses closer, presses a noise into Merlin’s mouth that punches the air out of Merlin’s lungs.

“Merlin, I—“ Arthur says, wrecked.

“Arthur, yes,” Merlin says and drags him back in.

Later, Merlin traces his fingers down the exposed lines of Arthur’s body, skin to skin, feels Arthur’s pulse flicker under his finger tips. Merlin knows now that he has permission to touch. That Arthur is all his.

And that alone is a kind of magic.

touch - @merthurmicrofic [500 words]

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not a moment of peace for a prince...

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"I'm a sorcerer. I have magic. And I use it for you, Arthur."

Merlin & Arthur | 5.13 "The Diamond of the Day - Part 2"

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More Cat!Merlin and Dog!Arthur !! I'm calling this AU Pawmelot from now on

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Merlin should have put Arthur in a glass coffin like in Snow white

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I feel like the fact that there is a canonical afterlife in Merlin is not talked about enough because obviously Uther came back and was unhappy with how Arthur was ruling so he must have been at least aware of what has happening? But that means that not only was Merlin waiting for Arthur but Arthur was waiting for Merlin as well. Would he have seen or felt Merlin’s pain? Because they’re tied so closely? (Two sides of the same coin) would he have seen the aftermath of his death? I don’t even want to imagine Arthur without Merlin for that long because he could barely survive three days in the show. Merlin and Arthur are the most doomed pair ever no arguments

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The last dawn in Camelot (before Camlann)

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merthur rkgk been reading a lot of fics abt them the past couple days #6

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MERLIN | 4.11 The Hunter’s Heart

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arthur using merlin as his moral compass will always make me insane....... and the trust in his eyes........... good grief!!!

4x03

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merlin sketches lol

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Happy pride month to everyone who's currently making Merthur trend on this random Thursday night/Friday morning. We will truly never move on and I love you all so much for this gift

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Treating myself with some soft Merthur :>

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When you accidentally say the q word (quest) and your knight starts gently clanking from their happy wiggles like now you've done it, you have to send them into the dragon's lair or their helmet ploom will droop and they'll start waxing sad poetic in the moonlight