#bbc merlin preferences

[pigfacedbitch]

HIIII I'm a big fan of your work and I really love it your writing is amazing , this may be a weird request and if your uncomfortable you don't have to do it , it's fine I completely understand, so it's like merlin and Arthur and the reader and they are all soulmates and it's there first time meeting each other . Thank you in advance

Modern! Reader Gets Transported to Albion

idea : modern world! reader gets transported to Albion and meets Arthur and Merlin. unbeknownst to you and the prince of Camelot, the three of you are soulmates.

type : imagines

word count : 0.7k

pairing/s involved : Arthur x Reader, Merlin x Reader

warning/s : almost drowning, panicking

here is my masterlist!

Note : MY FIRST REQUEST! Whoever you are, thank you for reading my works and I might've changed a little bit in your request. Also, I apologize that it took so long, school has been keeping me busy. I hope you like it! 😊

You've always been a fan of BBC Merlin so when you had the chance to take a trip to Europe, you did.

You went to all the locations where they filmed the series like Château de Pierrefonds and Chislehurst Caves. The last destination is where the Lake of Avalon is; Forest of Dean.

Luckily you are alone, giving you the chance to fully enjoy the beautiful sceneries and serene atmosphere.

It made you feel a deeper sense of nostalgia and melancholy— how the precious characters you loved dearly died and were 'buried' there.

With one last selfie, you were about to walk back to you car when you hear it. A faint voice, filled with sorrow and longing.

"(Y/N)... Save us."

It's coming from the lake.

Something glimmers on it's shore, a sapphire drop necklace with golden chain. When you attempt to pick it up, the world begins to spin.

Suddenly, you were underwater.

Panic builds in your chest not because you can't swim, but an unseen force seems to harshly pull you down no matter how hard you try to stay afloat.

"Help me! Please, someone—"

Air runs out from your lungs when a pair of bulky arms grabs your body and begins to swim you to safety.

"Don't worry, I got you."

I heard that voice before.

The stranger easily carries you to ground, draping a large cloak on your shivering body. Rubbing your eyes for better sight, you look up...

Bradley James?

"Are you alright?"

No. You're certain that Bradley doesn't look that young anymore, keeping up with his latest activities online.

"I told you to be careful, Arthur!"

Turning your head, you see Colin Morgan run towards the two of you with a worried expression on his face.

He looks younger too.

"Ah, Merlin. Fetch the horses, she might need medical attention. May I ask for you name, my lady?"

Arthur? Merlin? Wait... Oh my God.

Realization hits you hard when both men stare at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

The way they speak, their clothes, their appearances... it's exactly the same in the show you binge-watch every Christmas season.

Am I in the show? That's not possible...right?

"W-Where are we?"

"Camelot."

Shit.

You expect someone to go 'You just got punked!'; that would've been better than two men (who you have a huge crush on) staring at you, confused.

You waited for a moment but nothing happens.

This is real. I'm actually in Albion.

Fear and anxiety creeps into your system, as many questions form in your head. Did I die? What's going on? What season is this? How can I ever get back?

Due to the overwhelming emotions, your breath shortens and keeled over.

Bradley, or Arthur (You have no idea anymore), quickly catches you and gently carries you to his horse.

"We must make haste!" was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

Merlin, on the hand, knew this would happen. In fact, he dreams of you.

He sees you in vague images, like old memories— happily kissing his cheek, witnessing him use magic, encouraging him to do another trick, etc.

He already etched in his mind your pretty face, your melodious voice, your playful grin— everything about you.

Then Arthur shares the same experience, dreaming about a woman who's description mirrors yours.

Kilgharrah told him that the woman of their dreams will arrive soon from faraway land and will play significant role in the prophecy.

However, the dragon didn't specify how. He only said—

"(Y/N) is your soulmate, Emrys. She sees you and Arthur in a light no one else ever will."

Soulmates are uncommon, even for druids. Only a few were blessed, to have something so wholesome and pure.

So when he heard your cry for help, he is ecstatic. You have finally arrived. His soulmate... and Arthur's.

He wryly smiles at this. Funny how he shares, not only his destiny with the prat, but also you.

The trip to the castle was faster than they anticipated. Arthur told him to call Gaius and meet them in his bedroom.

It caught the attention of everyone. The prince carrying an unconscious woman in his private chambers will surely stir gossip.

But Arthur didn't care, and Merlin didn't know if he should be proud or worried.

The court physician said you are healthy, they only have to wait for you to wake up. He left to attend other matters; leaving the three of you alone.

"This is her." The prince laughs in disbelief, incognizant of what Merlin knows. "The girl in my dreams, I can't believe it!"

Merlin tries to hide his smirk, Arthur can be so adorable when he's clueless.

"Nor can I, sire."

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Merlin, *walks into a round table meeting and passes out on the table*

Merlin: I swear to the gods, if the prat doesn’t stop destroying his rooms every time he can’t find me

Arthur: I can hear you, and it serves you right for spending four whole days in the tavern.

Merlin, *crying in frustration and having not slept in four days*

Lancelot, *casually pets Merlin’s hair, earning glares from Arthur*

Morgana, *laughing into a scrying pool*

Mordred: the tavern? I thought he was fighting Morgana after she sent that beast to kill Arthur

Merlin, muffled by the table: shut the fuck up, Mordred.

[irishyuri]

more spiderverse style practice w my oc (gwen’s ver.)

[deszczowedni]

🌼🌻 lesbian merthur for my soul 🌻🌼

[repmet]

Thank you for saving my life.

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

merthur 54?

Here you go, anon! Piping hot angsty merthur just for you :)

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

For years, Merlin tried to imagine what it would be like when Arthur found out about his magic. 

He had a plethora of different imagined scenarios - ones in which Arthur noticed his eyes growing gold as he protected him, ones in which Arthur noticed him struggling with a problem and confronted him about what he was really hiding, ones in which someone told Arthur the truth and Merlin was forced to come clean. 

But the one image he returned to time and time again, was one in which he confessed first. 

It was the way Merlin wanted it to happen. Just the two of them in the woods, going off on an adventure or returning to Camelot. He liked to picture them sitting around a campfire, the smoke curling around freshly cooked meat. Merlin would look Arthur in the eye and take a deep breath and finally muster the courage to tell him the truth. 

Arthur… I have magic. 

He spent the long, boring hours of the day when he was mucking out the stables or polishing armour, simply imagining words he would use, how he would explain himself. But as the years passed, the dreamt admittance grew harder to say, and as his bond with the prince deepened, the fantasised words grew heavier and more tender. 

Arthur’s response varied too, from immediate acceptance, to anger and hesitation, to wounded pride. But it always ended in the same place - with hatred. As soon as it got there, the fantasy would end. Merlin remembered then, why he could never tell Arthur the truth. As much as it hurt to keep his secret, he couldn’t bear the idea of Arthur hating him. 

And so a secret it stayed. It was safer that way. 

But even Merlin’s million different imagined scenarios could not have predicted the real thing. 

Merlin could sense something was off when he came to Arthur’s chambers and noticed the Prince sitting quietly by the window, his face drawn and grim. Ever since Morgana’s betrayal and Uther’s subsequent withdrawal, Arthur had been lapsing into long moody silences at various times in the day, but this silence felt different. It was weighty, and yet charged, somehow. 

Merlin hung up the white shirt that had been freshly pressed for Arthur’s meeting with Bayard’s envoy, and pulled out the scroll Agravaine had given him. 

“Arthur-,” Merlin began, but he was cut off when Arthur spoke, his voice a sharp scrape in the still air of the room. 

“It’s My Lord or Sire to you,” he said. There was a tautness to his voice, like a lute string about to snap. 

Merlin froze. This was something more than Arthur’s usual haughty irritation. He took a moment to collect himself, forcing brightness into his tone. “Alright, sire. The envoy from Bayard’s Kingdom has arrived, and so-”

Before Merlin could finish, the scroll was snatched out of his hand. Arthur didn’t meet his eye as he read the schedule Agravaine had penned down for him. There was a tenseness in the set of his jaw. Merlin’s throat felt dry. 

He knew that look. Arthur was furious. And worse… he was furious at Merlin. 

What had Merlin done? He racked his mind, but could come up with no answers. Arthur had been fine last night, when Merlin had set out his chamber pot and blown out all the candles. He’d been chatting away quite contentedly about the council meeting and about the speech he had to write, and Merlin had hummed along in agreement to his questions. What had changed since then? What had he missed?  

Arthur was still looking at the scroll when he spoke next. “You’re dismissed.” 

“To do what?” 

“You’re dismissed for the day.” 

Merlin scoffed, loudly. Arthur had to be joking. The day had just started. Arthur had barely given him so much as a half-day off since he’d started working for him. The only exception had been days when Merlin was injured or practically dying. 

“What are you talking about?” Merlin said, trying to infuse a nonchalance to his tone that he didn’t feel. “There’s a lot to do today! Are you saying you’re going to do it on your own?” 

“Thomas is going to take over your duties for the day.” 

“Thomas!?” Arthur’s old servant had taken to doing jobs in the kitchen and seemed happier for it. Why was he replacing Merlin all of a sudden? 

“And where am I going?” Merlin asked. He was more pissed-off than confused now, anger settling in his gut like silt at the bottom of an ocean. 

“Home. To Ealdor.” 

It was like a slap to the face. Merlin open and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. 

“You’re sending me away?” he managed, finally. The disbelief in his tone was clear. Arthur turned to him, his eyes blazing. Their eyes finally met and Merlin saw it there - an unfamiliar look. It was a wariness… a distance. Not since their first week together had he seen Arthur look at him like that, like he was a stranger. 

“The knights will escort you out-”

“For what reason?” Merlin demanded. “What have I done?” 

“I’ll have word sent to Gaius…” 

“Do not do this to me Arthur. Tell me what I’ve done wrong!” 

“I saw you,” Arthur snapped. “This morning, with Lancelot. You spilled something on my shirt and then…” He stopped and swallowed. “I saw you.” 

The world turned sharply to the left, sending Merlin dangerously off-kilter. 

He’d been rushing down the corridor when he’d bumped into one of the kitchen staff. A pitcher had overturned, staining Arthur’s shirt with wine. Lancelot had suggested he used his talents to fix the problem… 

His magic. Arthur had seen him use magic.

All his imagined scenarios, all his practised words, all fell into ash. 

“Arthur, I can explain…” 

“Go on then, tell me another one of your lies.” 

The story Merlin was spinning dried up on his tongue. Arthur was looking at him with so much pain in his eyes that Merlin could hardly stand it.

“Do you deny it?” Arthur asked. 

The air in the room suddenly felt far too thin. 

“No,” Merlin whispered. 

Arthur laughed. It was a laugh more of disbelief than anything else, but it felt sharp. Cruel. Merlin had to blink back tears. 

“You have to get out.” 

“Just like that?” 

“I can’t be served by someone who has magic.” 

“Well you have been for almost 8 years,” Merlin spat. 

Arthur’s voice was dispassionate when he spoke, but Merlin could hear the strain under his words. He knew Arthur better than he knew himself. He was barely keeping it together. “My father will have you slaughtered if he finds out. You can’t stay here.” 

He was trying to protect him. Even now, even after knowing the truth… Arthur was trying to protect him. 

“Arthur…” Merlin said, and he reached out to him, unthinkingly. Arthur flinched away from the touch. And that’s when Merlin saw the crack in his unwavering facade. 

Fear.

Of all the reactions he’d expected from Arthur, he’d never even considered fear as an option. 

The lump in his throat grew big, painful. 

“You have to go,” Arthur said, and his voice shook a little. 

“At least let me explain!” Merlin said, with a force he didn’t feel. His heart felt like it was splintering into a hundred different pieces. 

Arthur’s voice was a rasp when he finally spoke. “I want you out by tonight.” 

  *  *  *  

The days that passed were some of the worst Merlin had ever been through. It was, in its way, a comfort to be back in Ealdor, back to the simple way of living and home to his mother’s affection, but the grief of everything that transpired between him and Arthur painted everything in paltry shades of gray. 

He was miserable, and his mother could see it. He was angry and he was hurting, but beneath all the righteous fury and the heartbreaking anguish was one simple fact. 

He missed Arthur. 

To be ripped from his side felt like losing a limb. He felt the ghost of him everywhere he went. Was that it? Was that the end? It couldn’t be. Destiny or no destiny, he wasn’t going to just lay down and let that be the end of everything they had been through together. But every time Merlin felt like taking a horse and riding back to Camelot as fast as he could go, he remembered the fear in Arthur’s eyes and stopped dead. 

That was what truly had hurt, that fear. Could Arthur really believe that he would hurt him? That he was someone to be afraid of? 

His mother tried to cheer him up, telling him that Arthur clearly cared about him, clearly wanted to protect him, clearly didn’t want him dead. But it was only a mild comfort. Did Arthur even care that he was gone? Or had his life continued as normal? Merlin replaced by Thomas like nothing had changed since the day they had met. 

The days passed by in a colourless blur until one night when he was rudely shaken from his sleep. He sat up, groggy, to find Hunith above him, holding up a lantern. 

“Mum? What is-”

“You have a visitor,” she whispered. 

Merlin turned towards the doorway. He couldn’t see a face, just a cloaked shadow standing a little way from the house. Even then, he knew. His pulse quickened in his wrist. 

Taking the lantern from his mother, he walked outside. The moon was still high in the sky and the darkness had that peculiar, late night inkiness to it. Arthur had the hood of his cloak pulled all the way up so his face was shrouded in shadows. His horse was nowhere in sight. 

“Arthur…” 

Before Merlin could say any more, Arthur turned and began walking. Merlin almost tripped over his own feet in an effort to catch up. 

“Slow down, you clotpole!” The words came out before he could stop them. Arthur paused briefly in his tracks before continuing, still not slowing. 

He took them out of the village, into the woods where a small campsite had been set-up. There, finally, he pulled off his hood and turned to face Merlin. Merlin leaned against a tree, wheezing. 

“Was this necessary?” he demanded. His heart was banging against his ribs so hard he thought they might break. 

He couldn’t believe Arthur was really there, in front of him. The moonlight on his golden hair, the shadows across his cheekbones. He looked ethereal and yet, so familiar. A face Merlin knew better than his own. 

“I wanted to speak to you… away from the village.” Arthur sat down on a log. He still didn’t seem to be meeting Merlin’s eye. Merlin felt a wave of frustration pass through him. Was he really going to keep playing at nonchalance? 

“Have you come to kill me?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Merlin.” 

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one who just sent me away without even letting me explain! Do you hate me that much?” 

“I don’t hate you!” Arthur snapped. “I could never hate you! That’s the problem!”

His words echoed in the silent woods. Merlin fell silent. For a moment, all he could hear were their twin, juddering breaths, perfectly in sync. A strange feeling was filling up inside him. It was overwhelming and painful, but it felt a lot like joy. 

“I didn’t know what to do,” Arthur continued, his voice finally betraying weeks of pent-up hurt and desperation. “I thought I knew you, and then to find that out… to find out that you…” he gestured at the air. 

“You do know me,” Merlin managed. 

Arthur shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I was angry, I was scared, I was… upset. I had to think, I had to…” he breathed out, sharply, through his nose. “You know what my father would’ve done. He would have had you burned at the stake.” 

“So you sent me away…” 

“Yes I sent you away to protect you, you idiot,” Arthur snapped. He stood up and began pacing the small clearing. “But it turns out, sending you away was far more suspicious than anything else I could’ve done.” 

Merlin raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” 

“No one believed me when I said I fired you,” Arthur grumbled. “After years of being the worst servant known to man, no one believed I’d send you away for anything less than… murder.” 

Despite himself, Merlin felt the urge to laugh. What came out instead was a strange, desperate sob. Arthur turned to him, his eyes conflicted. 

“Yes well, you are helpless without me,” Merlin muttered. “I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay alive in all these weeks.” 

“And I’m surprised you’ve stayed alive all these years! You told my father and his entire council you were a sorcerer, for crying out loud!” 

“They were going to kill Gwen!” 

“You really are a complete idiot, aren’t you Merlin!” Arthur threw his arms wide. “You were almost caught out by the witchfinder!” 

Despite the tears, Merlin couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face. “So where did you tell everyone I had gone?” 

“I said your mother was unwell, and you had gone home to take care of her.” 

Merlin swallowed. “You could tell them I’ve decided to stay. I could write a letter to Gaius-”

“I don’t want you to stay.” The words came out too quickly, like Arthur hadn’t meant to say them. 

Merlin blinked. The tears stuck to his eyelashes. “Is this… you asking me to come back?” 

Arthur ducked his head, and his voice was sullen when he spoke. “I’d be less worried about you if I could personally ensure you’re not actively trying to get yourself killed every minute of the day.”

“Arthur-” 

“And when I’m King, I’ll make sure you won’t have to live in fear again. I promise.” 

Merlin felt like his heart was going to burst.  

“Will you come back?” Arthur asked, and his voice suddenly sounded small and horribly fragile.   

Before Merlin could stop himself, he flung himself onto Arthur, arms wrapping around his broad frame. Arthur didn’t push him off or flinch away, instead he clutched Merlin back, his hand fisting in the fabric of his shirt, his face pressing into the side of his neck. 

"Dollophead," Merlin murmured into his shoulder.

The nightmare was over. He was home. 

[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

(requests are open❕)

smut ✅ (18+ only)

comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?                    

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

                                               ⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝐴𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

who I think the characters would be best suited to

when you, their crush, is confused by their avatar body would include

⭑ Jake Sully ⇢ sfw alphabet 

⭑ Neytiri  ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Neteyam ⇢ being his mate would include

𝑩𝑮𝟑

⭑ Astarion ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Halsin ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

⭑ Charles Vane ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟

⭑ Spike ⇢ w/ a tall and/or chubby gf would include

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒚

🇶​🇺​🇮​🇿​

Who Is Your COD Soulmate?

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

cod men as character archetypes 

how you wake them up

random relationship headcanons

text story: you don’t want to do something while they’re on deployment

how they react to you falling asleep on them; pre-relationship

ᴘᴏʟʏ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ  

Poly141! | Mission Pixie Dust

⭑ John Price

⭑ Kyle Garrick

⭑ Simon Riley ⇢ poly relationship w/ him & johnny ⇢ random relationship headcanons

⭑ Johnny MacTavish ⇢poly relationship w/ him & simon

⭑ König ⇢ random relationship headcanons

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚

⭑ Ruhn Danaan ⇢ being his Mate would include

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

what pets they’d have w/ you would include

who I think the characters would be best suited to

how they act when jealous (sandor & sansa only)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.1)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.2)

headcanons w/ your bonded dragon (pt.3)

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ meeting your family for the first time would include

⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being in queen sansa’s council w/ him, your husband, would include

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

how they react to their s/o using an Unforgivable Curse

how they react to their s/o getting into a fist fight would include

the gryffindors as fathers would include

what kind of music I think they’d listen to

domestic headcanons w/ the hp characters

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇺​🇩​🇪​🇷​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

their pet names for you

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ your wedding w/ him would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

⭑ Johanna Mason ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

first time with them would include (18+ post)

the characters falling in love with their enemy would include

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ being married to her would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being the rider of Vermithor and in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being the rider of Vermithor and in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎

🇶​🇺​🇮​🇿​

Which of The Last Kingdom Characters Is Your Soulmate?

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

spending yule w/ them would include

⭑ Uhtred ⇢ being his warrior s/o would include

⭑ Sihtric ⇢ being your husband would include

⭑ Finan ⇢ loving you from afar would include

⭑ Osferth ⇢ with a s/o who is the opposite of him would include

⭑ Aldhelm

⭑ Aethelflaed

⭑ Eadith

⭑ Ragnar

⭑ Sigtryggr

⭑ Leofric

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

⭑ Galadriel ⇢ being her human s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ seeing his knight s/o scars for the first time would include

⭑ Samwise ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

sharing a bed for the first time with the marvel characters would include

⭑ Valkyrie ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Loki ⇢ w/ a plus size soulmate would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

what kind of music I think the knights would listen to

how they would react to someone insulting their spouse

⭑ Merlin ⇢ comfort headcanons

⭑ Morgana ⇢ sfw alphabet ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & guinevere would include

⭑ Guinevere ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & morgana would include

𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

Edmund, Peter, Caspian & Eustace fighting over you would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

the crows and the one bed trope

how they act when the characters have a crush on you 

⭑ Jesper Fahey ⇢ being his pirate s/o would include ⇢ snuggling w/ him would include

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ with a grisha best friend who has chronic pain would include

⭑ Genya Saffin ⇢ jealous headcanons

⭑ The Darkling ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

their pet names for you

the one bed trope

what kind of person I think they’re best suited to

how they react to you punching someone in the face

𝑻𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐

⭑ Jamie Tartt ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being Keeley’s s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

⭑ Porthos ⇢ being a healer and his s/o would include

⭑ Constance ⇢ being married to her would include

𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

⭑ Stiles Stilinksi ⇢ being his witch s/o would include

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⭑ Charlie ⇢ being in love with a female vampire would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ w/ a chaotic s/o who has been there since the very beginning would include

⭑ Tia Dalma ⇢ growing up in Port Royal & being her s/o would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

being in a secret relationship w/ them (rollo & ubbe only)

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include | how you met (pt.1)

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ  

⭑ Michonne ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & Rosita would include

⭑ Rosita  ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & Michonne would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ deciding that he only wants you as a wife would include

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑫𝒐 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

⭑ Nadja ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

⭑ Geralt ⇢ giving you a bath would include

𝑾𝑾𝑬

⭑ Rhea Ripley ⇢ nsfw alphabet

[eldritch-ambrosia]

Question Merlin fans who read fanfiction!

When you’re reading a ship with a queer pairing that’s in the canon era (Medieval Camelot), do you prefer that the queer part of the relationship is acknowledged/delved into or do you prefer to have it treated like a relationship that would be more common and the story focuses more on the romance aspect than the queer romance aspect?

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

i can't believe merlin's been available on peacock for months, and i only found out today from impulsively googling "stream merlin."

[tuppaware-art]

the story we have been part of will live long in the minds of men.

(v2)

[that-disabled-princess]

I don't want a storybook ending. I don't want a white picket fence life. No partner. No friends except that one friend I text occasionally. Just me, alone in a sunny apartment with a balcony, gauzy white curtains, a dog, some plants, and my arts.

[pigfacedbitch]

It's A Trap!

summary : Prince Arthur uses reader to lure Merlin out whenever he is hiding from him.

word count : 0.5k

type : imagines

pairing/s involved : Merlin x Reader (?)

warning/s : none. just Merlin pining over reader and Arthur being an ass.

here is my masterlist!

Note : I thought of this when I watched the clip where Arthur is looking for Merlin and he was hiding behind the door. 😂 It was a one shot before and I heavily edited it too.

There is no denying that Prince's Arthur's manservant is in love with (Y/N), a noble lady from one of the most prestigious houses in Camelot.

Everyone, even Arthur himself, knows it. And that's saying something. 🫢😂

From the way Merlin would stare at you with heart in his eyes, how he would follow you everywhere like a dog, or his ears pick up whenever he hears your name.

Gaius almost wants to take a leaf out of Van Gogh's book and tear off his own ears because Merlin wouldn't shut up about you. He also writes about you in his letters for Hunith.

Now, does Arthur take advantage of it? Of course, he does. Like,"Do you know Lady (Y/N) would be there?" or "If you fetch flowers for Gwen, you could also get some for your lady love."

The epitome of the statement, however, is making you his trap. Confused? I'll explain further later.

"Merlin?! Where are you?!"

It's very common for the palace staff to hear the prince of Camelot blaringly calling out to his manservant. Although some people catch Merlin scurrying away from him or has an idea of his whereabouts, no one bothers to tell Arthur anything.

After all, it's completely understandable and why many servants can empathize. As admirable and honorable the prince is, he can be a handful at times.

That's where you come in.

Whenever Arthur has given up searching for Merlin, he would search for you instead.

He often finds you in the gardens with the other noble ladies, helping some servants with menial tasks, or having tea with Morgana and Gwen. Uther enjoys your company too, making the usual stoic ruler laugh and gossip.

"May I excuse Lady (Y/N)? I need her assistance with something."

"Is it Merlin again?"

"...Yes."

You would go to Gaius' chambers, the kitchens, servant's quarters, or anywhere Merlin could've gone to. Then, you would tell anyone that you're looking for him to speak about personal matters and you'll be waiting for him with a place of your choice.

Arthur would wait with you, but he's hiding where Merlin can't see him.

Why do you continue helping the royal prat? It's because you find it funny.

You're also curious, thinking how long will it take Merlin to stop seeking you out because most of the time it's just one of Arthur's traps.

The prince's knights bet on it. Gwaine and Leon are winning— saying how Merlin will never learn.

It's true, he doesn't. I guess love does make you an idiot.

Merlin always approaches you with a beaming grin on his face and blushed cheeks, acting like a lovesick school boy.

"My lady, you were looking for me?"

"Well you see..."

Arthur would wait for Merlin to get closer before grabbing the manservant in his clutches.

"Here you are, you idiot!"

Sometimes Merlin would free himself and run, sometimes he doesn't and Arthur would drag him away while warning him of possible punishments.

But he never misses the chance to look back and give you the most charming smile anyone has ever graced you with.

"Merlin really loves you, doesn't he?" You hear Gwen beside you, linking your arm with hers. Nervous and worried, you reply—

"Yes. I just hope that I get to tell Merlin that I share his affections. But Arthur is always with him."

[fluffypotatey]

I love equating dragons to cats (and cats to dragons) for Modern AU Merlin fics, however it is also equally funny to keep them as actual reptiles.

Like, imagine going out with this cute geek you met, and you get invited back to his place, totally casual, no pressure, and you accept because why not? He's sweet and funny and very earnest about the "no pressure" part, he just likes his own coffee better.

At his place, he asks if you would like to meet his pet, Kilgharrah, because "he loves meeting new people." Again, you agree. Why not? This is the best quasi-date you've had in months. Kilgharrah is a strange name for a dog, so you're expecting a cat, with smaller possibilities for a turtle or a bird.

And this motherfucker. Comes out. With a fucking. Monitor lizard. The size of a small child. It has a harness. It's on a leash.

-

Merlin stares at the now-empty space on his sofa, then at the slightly ajar door, then finally back at Kilgharrah. "They didn't even meet Aithusa," he says, dismayed.

(Aithusa is a 6 foot albino ball python.)

(This is the fifth date he's lost like this. Still hasn't figured out what went wrong.)

Kilgharrah flits his tongue in reptilian judgement.

for anyone who isn't aware what these reptiles look like exactly (me), we got Kilgharrah the Monitor lizard

and Aithusa our beloved python

LOOK AT HER <33333 WHAT A CUTIE 😍 YES YOU ARE

rip to those dates but i'd date Merlin the second i see Aithusa

[leahsflwer]

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IF YOU LIKE ANY OF THESE… MESSAGE ME, FOLLOW ME!! Be my friend please 🥲

[ineffable-hubbiewubbies]

domestic merthur bc i’ve lost it finally 🫖

[theroundbartable]

Uther: Arthur, I am so glad you've come to visit me.

Arthur: i'm not here to visit you.

Uther: son -

Arthur: I'm here to get my boyfriend out of prison! Because this idiot ends up in here, with you, where you fucking belong, every freaking month!

Merlin to Uther: technically, I visit you more often than he does.

Bonus: on their way out.

Arthur: Hey Gwen. How's it going?

Gwen: as usual

Merlin: who is it? Morgana or Elyan

Gwen: Take a fucking guess.

Arthur:oh

Merlin: you left them alone together for one night again?

Gwen *in tears*: Lancelot PROMISED to keep an eye on them!!!!!

Bonus 2:

Merlin, packing his stuff: Bye, Gwaine

Gwaine: see ya next week, hun ;)