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Arthur doesn’t know if his mother ever held him.

His father has not, will not. On rare days, Arthur is gifted a grip to his shoulder: tight, heavy. Always with that crushing, crippling shame. The weight of his own disappointment.

Arthur tries to—well. He slaps his knights’ shoulders, light, quick. Sometimes even a rallying punch to an arm, closed fist, gloved fist. Never skin on skin.

He is not slapped back. Untouchable, always, on the tourney field and off.

Of course, he’s had servants to dress him since before he could lift a sword, but they’ve always known their place. Always careful, deferential. Never eye to eye.

“Up you get, you giant—fucking— lump—!”

It’s like hot steel, shock skewering his belly deep, each time Merlin touches him. Grabs him. Moves him bodily. Pushes him out of bed, shoves him into tunic and hose.

Fussing, always fussing, careless, full of care. “What’s that, on your face?” A warm, calloused hand, checking—skin on skin, eye to eye. “Oh, I see, just your big fat mouth as usual, no cause for alarm.” The dimple pokes Merlin’s cheek as his fingers poke Arthur’s sides.

It should sate his hunger; instead, it reinvents it.

touch @merthurmicrofic {200 words}

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Showed my boyfriend the sigil scene.

More updates from recruiting my straight bf into the merthur fandom.

Me: So I told you the BBC were cowards right?

Him: Yes? Should I be concerned.

Me: Always, but in this case I want to show you the deleted scenes from the show which only make it worse, especially because Arthur once proposed to Merlin.

Him: What???

Me: *hands phone* Just watch the clip.

(after)

Him: I get why this was deleted, that's a full on proposal. His mother's sigil really?

Me: Yep, and I wish I could say that's the only one but there's so many deleted clips.

Him: Show me.

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How long do you all think it will take before I have this poor man reading fanfic?

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This is was adorable! Loved it so much!

It’s always nice to see Arthur in his element at feasts, bright and sharp as his sword. It’s a joy to see him happy, laughing and joking with his knights, and the warmth of the evening lingers as they make their way back to his rooms so that Merlin can attend to the last of his duties. Merlin’s tired, content, and ready for bed himself.

“Will that be all sire?” he asks, a hand on the door.

“One more thing Merlin, before you go,” Arthur says, his distracted attention focusing suddenly. “Dance with me?”

“What?” Merlin sputters, thrown.

Arthur puts out his hand in invitation. He looks serious.

“Dance with me.”

“You sire, are drunk,” Merlin retorts, mind scrambling to cope with the situation.

Arthur huffs, smiling.

“I’m not. You know I’m not.”

He’s not. Merlin was the one pouring his wine after all, and he knows when Arthur’s past his limit. He didn’t even hit it tonight.

Arthur reaches out a little further, expression soft, not quite beseeching.

“One dance.”

“Why?” Merlin asks, utterly baffled, but he takes a step away from the door.

Arthur takes his hand, presses a tender kiss to the inside of his palm. Merlin wills himself to keep breathing.

“Because I’ve been thinking about it all evening—about having you in my arms.”

“What am I, some damsel in distress?” Merlin mutters, but allows himself to be led. Because it’s not like he hasn’t wanted this himself. He just didn’t know Arthur knew—that he felt the same.

Arthur laughs, putting one of Merlin’s hands on his shoulder and taking the other one up as he lays his own on Merlin’s hip. He starts to step them across the stone floor of his chambers to silent music. Merlin worries about tripping and ruining this, but Arthur’s too sure-footed, and guides them with ease.

“You would be the grumpiest, most insolent damsel in distress there has ever been. You would complain, and snark, and decide halfway through being rescued that you could do it better yourself and run off into more trouble.”

Merlin scrunches up his nose and Arthur laughs again, pulling him closer.

“And I would run after you,” he says into Merlin’s temple. Merlin unwillingly shivers at his soft tone. “Because I couldn’t be without you, and your witty retorts, and your eye rolls, and your questioning of everything I do.”

They’ve stop moving, so Arthur’s just holding him now. Arthur tips his chin up with a knuckle, looks at him eye to eye.

“I can’t, Merlin. I can’t be without you. So please don’t go.”

Merlin frowns at him, at the worried expression Arthur’s giving him, so genuinely concerned that Merlin’s going to run from this, from him.

“Was I going somewhere?” he asks, smile teasing. He threads his fingers through Arthur’s own, weaving their hands together, enjoying the surprise and relief on Arthur face. “Because I was planning on staying right here.”

“Damn right you are,” Arthur says, and kisses him.

feast - @merthurmicrofic [500 words]

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More from boyfriend’s watch of Merlin

Him: Why did he wind up with Gwen? Don’t get me wrong she seems great and is obviously gorgeous but even as a straight man I could tell he was into Merlin. They had more chemistry than anyone else in the show.

Me: The bbc are cowards, also queer baiting for views.

Him: That explains a lot because even if I was dying I wouldn’t ask Jake (his best friend) to hold me. Which I will forever be traumatized by so thanks for that, could’ve at least warned me.

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Questions to all of you, do I show him the deleted scenes that make it gayer? If so which ones?

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So my boyfriend watched Merlin on my suggestion but I told him absolutely nothing. He was emotionally devastated.

I will get more of his thoughts if anyone wants.

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Hints for my upcoming sequel fic

An angry magic user disguised as a princess: *places a love enhancement spell on Arthur thinking it will make him fall in love with them*

Arthur: *to Merlin* Have I told you that you look cute today yet?

Merlin: About 15 times, yes.

Arthur: Good, I love you.

Merlin: I love you too, why don’t we go see Gaius?

Arthur: Sure, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, you’re so smart.

Merlin: Yep, definitely going to see Gaius. *leaves with Arthur.*

Magic user: What just happened?

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For the merthur art block, maybe Arthur doting on a sick/injured Merlin?

I was quite sick a couple weeks ago and could barely lift a spoon to my mouth,, where was my Arthur doting on me 😔

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This has most definitely likely to have been done before, but fic idea where Arthur falls ill because of some sort of magical curse in which he is seemingly unconscious/unresponsive (for ease of description, Curse of a Living Death) with the only way to heal him being to like go to some sort of magical place/to a sorcerer

Somehow, it's only Merlin who is allowed to take him. Maybe they're trying to hide from Uther, everyone else thinks it's contagious or something, I don't know

And Merlin just... Unleashes all his magic. Every little thing he uses magic for, purely just for the journey to go quicker so Arthur can be healed faster. Bandits? Dealt with immediately. Fire? Lit in a split second. The horse miraculously doesn't get tired

The twist is that the entire thing is written from the point of view of Arthur, who is actually just paralysed, rather than unconscious. The real purpose of the curse is that he has to see the world as if he isn't there. Probably some sort of symbolic vengeance of a magic user who had been wronged and wanted to make a statement. His eyes magically can't close, but his lack of response makes everyone think he can't see anything. But he can.

He sees Merlin using magic. The way his eyes light up gold. How he doesn't even have to utter a word at times as other sorcerers do when casting spells

At first, he is angry. Betrayed. Maybe even sort of scared. But then he realises (after facing the second lot of bandits on the journey) that Merlin isn't hurting him, isn't trying to kidnap him or kill him or— no, this is Merlin. Merlin who trips over his own feet. Merlin who looks away, displeased, as an arrow strikes a rabbit in a sport-hunting trip. Merlin who shouts in frustration when he loses the corner while changing the bed clothes

And Arthur realises that Merlin is no threat. Some magic— or at least, Merlin's magic— isn't evil. Between the worried glances at Arthur's condition, he senses something with Merlin that hadn't been there before. Relief. Contentment.

A sense of freedom; something so natural coming back to him, as if he was allowed to breathe again

Arthur doesn't tell Merlin what he knows when he is healed. But if he starts discussing magic in a more positive light... Well, maybe it would've been obvious to all but the oblivious dollopheads who roamed the castle, side-by-side despite their difference in status

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Ah yes getting ready to yap to my therapist about Merthur because it’s gotten to that point.

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I FINISHED THE CHAPTER!

I finally got this chapter done!!! WOOO! A Secret Greater Than Magic CHAPTER 19! Is done!!!!

It is nearly 20k words for one chapter, sorry.

I need a new beta, again....

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

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I love love love when Arthur teaches Merlin how to dance once he's Court Sorcerer and has to be present for banquets and balls. I mean Merlin using his magic to fill Arthur's chambers with music? Arthur being flustered by the close proximity? Merlin stepping on his foot and Arthur telling him he's good at it anyway? Them holding hands? Arthur humming along once he's able to relax? Merlin admiring how beautiful Arthur is especially since it's so rare to see him unguarded? Merlin stopping time by accident because he doesn't want it to end?

I need this

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Arthur Pendragon is allergic to the concept of Merlin having personal space. There is very little reason for him to have them breathe in whatever the other is breathing out and make their noses french kiss whenever he does his little posture thing. In this essay I will-

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Okay Merlin AU but if Uther had died instead of Ygraine? Is there already something like this? If so let me know.

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so tired of all these fics where merlin is captured and is like "p-please n-n-n-n-no" like this hoe didn't show up to camelot, immeadiately commit aggravated assault, get arrested, get out of prison, continue to try both commit aggravated assault and regicide, and then within the next 30 minutes of the episode commit like 3 counts of murder 😭😭

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Honestly though, kinda get the comparison.

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