#bamf!merlin

[sherlockruiningmylife]

I want more chaotic, irritating, casual magic from merlin.

Like someone points a sword at him and he just flashes his eyes and the sword has been turned to an angry snake. When they give him a baffled look he shrugs and walks away.

Or someone is trying to put poison into Arthur's drink but when they go to pour it, a steam of salt comes out of the bottle. Merlin looks over their shoulder and says, "something tells me that won't taste very good". The person runs away when Merlin flashes his eyes.

Maybe when he's cornered in a cave, he'll just amplify all the sounds, so a mouse squeaks and it sounds like a great beast. The men who cornered merlin look around and then flee when they hear it again. Merlin smiles and bends down to pick up the little mouse as it scurries by. He gives it a small piece of bread in thanks.

[merthur-she-wrote]

Prompt:

King Arthur and his knights have heard rumours of Emrys, a god the Druids worshipped. Emrys was said to be kind, merciful, generous, and powerful. Arthur refused to follow any gods of the old religion, but he secretly admitted to himself that if he did, he would choose the god that protected the people out of genuine love and compassion, not those other gods that needed all sorts of sacrifices and tithes to buy their favour.

But while out on a patrol or something, he meets a group of druids worshipping in some sort of magical and sacred clearing in the forest, when Morgana and her own entourage ambushes them from behind. Knowing they’re outnumbered and outmatched, and that even the druids, children and all, would fall to Morgana’s cruelty, Arthur prays to Emrys, begging to be saved, promising anything, everything.

And Merlin saves them.

The druids tell Arthur that Merlin is Emrys, but Arthur doesn’t understand. He blames himself, thinking that by his prayer, his offer, he accidentally sold Merlin for their safety. He thinks Emrys has taken Merlin to be his vessel, possessing him.

And he wants his friend back.

[roosterlasagne]

So you all know how done with people's shit Merlin is in s5. He's done with his nice persona and just outwardly shows his hatred towards Mordred.

I think it would be interesting if one day during s5, Merlin woke up one day and just snapped. He is done with everyone's shit. He turns BAMF as he was destined to be. Anytime something happens he just says fuck it and uses magic. An assassin? Boom, gone. A group of bandits? Not on Merlin's watch. A whole army? Hey, Arthur, look what I can do.

I just need some more BAMF Merlin who takes noone's bullshit. Especially not Gaius' or Kilgarrah's about keeping his magic hidden. He will use it whenever he wants dammit.

[kassasnek]

It’s epic warlock time ladies and gentlemen

also known as me needing more bamf!merlin and deciding that damn, i really just need to get off my ass and animate something myself

[pieplease]

Feeling bad? feeling weird? Not to worry! Write Merthur fic! It doesn't really fix anything, but then you have Merthur fic! How lovely.

[bellamyblakru]

(the one thing i can say is that) i’m going to be by your side.

ch. 1 - if i am given a second life,

day one: royalty + angst

ch. 2 - i may live and breathe differently compared to now.

day two: knight!merlin + protective!others

ch. 3 - among the streets, we’ll walk past each other without knowing.

day three: soulmates + hurt/comfort

ch. 4 - i hope we remember each other

day four: reversal roles au + humor

ch. 5 - even in our next life,

day five: bamf!merlin + angst with a happy ending

ch. 6 - even at that time,

day six: “please forgive me” + dragons

ch. 7 - i’ll go to you.

day seven: magic reveal + canon era

[earlgreyinpajamas]

any merlin going batshit insane and destroying everything so arthur is forced to come back fics?

The Return Of The King by Lola_Rose_Robins (@lorienrobins)

Merlin has resorted to drastic measures to get Arthur to come back. It works, and now Arthur has to stop his friend from causing too much damage. However, stabbing people with a sword in the middle of the street tends to be frowned upon these days.

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merlin going batshit insane is lowkey implied in a small ish scene here, but it's not the focus of the fic if that's ok with you

2. for you, I would ruin myself (a million little times) by queerofthedagger (@queerofthedagger)

Merlin does not stop. He doesn’t stop until there is nothing left of the tower but dust, nothing left of the island but sand. He doesn’t stop until the sky is black and the earth is scorched, and the rage in the centre of his chest has simmered down to a low flame.

He takes in the destruction, takes in the changed landscape that has not been changed since he laid Arthur to rest here. It’s not peace that he feels, but it’s the closest he has got in a long time.

Over a thousand years of waiting, and one split-second of slipped control. Merlin destroys the centre of the Sidhe's power, but destiny has never been this easy to fend off.

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ok destructive!merlin is technically not the direct cause of arthur rising in this fic, but his destruction indirectly does lead to it so i think it counts

3. Only For You by albions_need_is_greatest

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

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For 1500 years, Merlin has tried almost everything he could think of to get King Arthur to return. Every incantation, every spell, every ritual, during every possible phase of the moon. Eclipses, Meteor showers, he had tried them all. He sat by the lake of Avalon during every coronation, every anniversary, and still the waters remained silent. What if, for Arthur to return, Merlin needs to be the very thing he fought against all this time? What if he needs to be the reason Albion is at its time of greatest need?

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this fic has merlin properly going for it to get arthur back, so it probably fits your request most. hope that helps!

[em-writes-stuff]

“I’m not afraid of you.” + bamf!merlin

day 3 of @merwainefest

470 words

warnings: merlin kills a few guys (but it’s alright because he’s just a little guy <2)

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Gwaine can see Merlin’s eyes darting around the camp, he fights against his very own bandit while keeping an eye on Arthur and all the knights. Silently applauding the perfectly timed branches dropping and suddenly too-hot sword hilts, Gwaine tries his best to distract the other knights from Merlin’s golden eyes. 

After a rather close call with one of the offenders, Merlin lands on his back. Arthur’s attention turns to him and the two bandits he was fighting take advantage of his momentary distraction and manage to get the upper hand. 

Like flies, the knights fall to the feet of their transgressors. Gwaine falls and Merlin turns to stare at him. He turns to each of the knights and his eyes flash a bright golden. The bandits all fly back, hitting trees or whatever happens to be behind them. 

Arthur shoots up, instantly scanning the trees for whoever caused the blast, spinning in circles. The knights follow suit, their swords raised as they all pull into a tight circle around each other. Gwaine’s eyes are locked on Merlin, taking in every little bit of his grandeur. His eyes still have a golden hue as he stumbles to his feet, instantly putting on the mask of someone who didn’t blast at least twenty people fifty feet away. 

Arthur sheaths his sword and frowns. He struts up to who seems to be the leader of the bandits and rolls him onto his back with his foot. The knights do the same with the others, checking all of them to see if they’d been left alive by the blast. 

Gwaine walks up to Merlin, bumping into him with his shoulder. “You alright?” 

Merlin steadies himself and nods, “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Gwaine snorts and shakes his head, resting an arm on Merlin’s shoulder. He nods to the nearest bandit, “That looks like it would be a lot of work.” he leans in and turns so his mouth is right next to Merlin’s ear. “And to do it with so many people? I’d be exhausted. But then, I don’t have magic.” 

Merlin’s eyes go wide, he shakes his head and pulls out from Gwaine’s arm, “You’r-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Gwaine nods and pulls Merlin close again, “You’re doing a good job hiding it, I just noticed because I like looking atcha.” 

Merlin pulls away slightly, letting Gwaine’s arm drape over him. “I thought…” he shakes his head and his brows furrow, “You’re not…freaking out?” 

“I’m not afraid of you,” Gwaine almost snorts. “I could never be afraid of you.” He leans in close again, “Even if you did just kill twenty people. We’ll keep that between us though, huh?” 

Merlin sputters, shaking his head slightly against Gwaine as he watches Arthur roll the last of the attackers and shake his head. 

[vikingsong]

WIP Wednesday (11/9/22)

“Trust me,” Merlin said, taking a predatory step towards Morgana, “I think you’ll be happy with this bargain.”

Morgana tipped her head to the side and raised an amused, calculating eyebrow. “Oh, really? Do tell.”

Merlin gestured toward the altar beside him, and a golden ceremonial goblet materialized from the ether. “You will perform the ritual of the Cup of Life.”

Morgana scoffed. “Why would I do that? He’s your precious king; you save him.”

“I can’t!” Merlin shouted, slamming a fist on the stone altar. The ground trembled at his words. “The Cup’s ritual can only be performed by a high priestess. Arthur’s life is in your hands.”

“What?” Arthur blurted. “That’s your brilliant plan, Merlin? She’ll just kill us both.”

“So he’s not as dumb as he looks,” Morgana said with feigned surprise, then directed her attention at Merlin. “You, on the other hand…”

Merlin stood taller. Arthur hadn’t realized until that moment just how much Merlin had hunched—made himself small, unassuming, unimportant—through all the years they’d known each other. Hidden in plain sight.

“You know the ritual,” Merlin told her. His voice held more curbed power than all of the war horses in Arthur’s stables combined. “A life for a life. The magic of the world demands balance.”

“I still don’t see why I should care.”

“Because I’m offering my life for his.”

What?

Morgana’s jaw dropped.

Merlin shrugged dismissively. “We both know you can’t kill me.” He huffed a bitter laugh. “You’ve tried—and failed—so many times I’ve lost count.”

What?

Merlin continued, “And all those times, I was fighting with my hands tied. I had to conceal either my magic or my identity—and we both know how draining an aging spell is.” He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think you’d stand a chance in a fair fight?”

As Arthur looked at Merlin, he had no doubt that Merlin had merely stated the obvious. A sharper blade than Mordred’s pierced Arthur’s heart, and bereavement poured from the invisible wound. This Merlin, Arthur thought, is not the Merlin I thought I knew. Arthur’s Merlin couldn’t call down lightning on armies. He couldn’t smite high priestesses with ease. For the love of Camelot, he barely knew his way around a sword!

But this wasn’t Arthur’s Merlin. That Merlin was gone, lost to the corrupting influence of magic. Or maybe he’d never existed.

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

[breezclaire]

Words: 27,869

Status: Complete

Summary: They grew up in pain and misery until they escaped the confines of their past, but when Merlin finds Arthur and his band of merry Robin Hood-like criminals, Mordred isn't convinced they're out of the woods yet. In his opinion, Arthur is arrogant and careless, putting Merlin in constant danger and using him as a means to an end. But over the course of Merlin's rescue, Mordred begins to realize something about the men and women he'd been so quick to judge.

[sherlockruiningmylife]

Initially posted about this fic under the post that inspired it. Decided to post a separate thing too for it.

Who's death? Never met them. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50388037/chapters/127306246)

Now 4 chapters, might add more.

Arthur frankly should have died a few times, even with Merlin's attempts at keeping him from harm. So in this AU, Arthur does actually meet death on multiple occasions and they start to form a rapport. Much to Merlin's chagrin who has to keep going in to drag Arthur back to the land of the living.

Here is the official summary:

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What if Arthur died in the episode where they faced off the dragon? But then what if Merlin said no. Basically, Arthur meets death, and so does Merlin. Death might be more than a little intimidated by the sorcerer turned dragonlord, aka Emrys.

Small excerpt: “I’m Arthur. The prince?” “Yes.” The figure said. Arthur’s eyes went wide, he scrambled back slightly before collapsing, “And you, you’re, you’re death!” “Yes.” The figure said evenly.

This was inspired by a tumblr post, not used to its completion but loosely based on it. https://www.tumblr.com/theroundbartable/729663956969455616/arthur-ah-shit-i-died-didnt-i-death-yes?source=share

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Hope you enjoy!!

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Merlin using magic to fake skills (juggling) is hilarious to me, because what are the limits to that?

Could he technically fake sword skills?

And could he technically get just a little bit tired of Arthur running his mouth on day so he grabs a sword, grins in a way that absolutely terrifies anyone in all of Albion, and just casually decides to put the best swordsman in the five kingdoms on his ass.

No one knows how, and he refuses to spar with anyone, but every now and again he shows just a bit too much competency on the training field, using his magic for shits and giggles or even vague threats when Arthur or any of the knights does something stupid.

Is that possible?

Or is there just a spell to make people inexplicably good at juggling?

That seems a bit too hyper specific, y’know?

[merlinemrys]

it always gets to me how powerful merlin is because if nimueh, one of the last high priestesses of the old religion, has to say a spell aloud to just unlock a door while merlin in the first five minutes just stops TIME for funsies then it's honestly a miracle that the whole of camelot doesn't just blow up if merlin sneezes too hard

[star-rie]

more merlin with weapons cause i can’t stop being delusional

him with a sword <3

merlin in chainmail is so chef’s kiss <3

he will not hesitate to kill

[bellamyblakru]

can yall believe im posting another chapter so soon????