#consort!merlin

[cinnabons-treasure-trove]

Consort Merlin: [shining Arthur's armour]

King Arthur: [staring at his consort] You know you're not my manservant anymore, right love?

Consort Merlin: [humming] I know, but your safety is still my priority, that includes making sure your armour and weapons aren't rusted or tampered with.

King Arthur: [smiling fondly] Of course sweetheart.

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

Merlin Prompt/Idea:

Arthur calls a meeting of his inner round table (those that sat with him at the table of the ancient kings) except Merlin. He also tells everyone else not to tell Merlin. At this meeting they decide that Merlin will have a seat at the Royal Round Table.

Why is Merlin getting an official seat at the official and highly sought after Royal Round Table?

Because Arthur wants to marry him, of course!

This is step one to getting all the stuck up nobles to except Merlin as Arthur’s choice of spouse.

Does Merlin know that that’s Arthur’s intention with his appointment? No.

Does Merlin know that Arthur wants to marry him? No.

Does Merlin even know that Arthur has feelings for him? No.

Is Merlin increasing frustrated that he keeps getting excluded from half of the inner circle meetings despite gaining a seat at the official one? Yes.

Is Merlin going to give Arthur a piece of his mind once finds out that this entire roundabout thing was just a plot to get him as his husband? Undoubtedly.

Is Merlin going to be completely badass and show his capability as “queen” despite not knowing what’s going on? Absolutely.

What are the next steps?

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

"Arthur, what if someone hears us?"

"Hush sweetheart, as long as we're quiet no one will know we're here."

"You know damn well I can't be quiet when you're inside me!"

"You're right. I guess I can allow it this time for people to hear your lovely moaning."

"Arthur!" – Consort Merlin and King Arthur

[This was a terrible idea but Merlin knew he couldn't stop Arthur when his King gets a stupid idea like fucking him in a random alcove in another kingdom whilst they're supposed to draw up a new treaty.]

[zoyalaaai]

#3 of random merlin prompts:

AU - canon divergence, where Kilgharrah lied about the prophecy intendeding Arthur‘s (& Morgana‘s) death to end the Pendragon line. The dragon alters the prophecy just enough for his own interests that Arthur can lead Albion into the new era before he‘s supposed to meet his death at Camlann.

The key part he switches is that it was Merlin all along who was supposed to rule beside Arthur, as his King Consort and openly as the powerful sorcerer he is. But when Arthur starts falling for Gwen, Kilgharrah sees his opportunity to simply switch one servant for another with dire consequences.

And Merlin being Merlin does everything it takes to see the fake prophecy come true, even if it will break his heart.

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Added bonus: Arthur doesn’t listen to bullshit prophecies and marries Merlin anyway and lives.

[justaz]

court sorcerer merlin and high priestess morgana being The Dynamic Duo in which with them both at arthur’s side, no one would dare cross him or anyone in camelot bc who wants to go against two of the most powerful sorcerers in the world AND the once and future king???? that’s suicide. a literal death sentence. hell no.

[whydon-twego]

Merlin has succeeded in his intention. The Golden Age is beginning, Arthur is alive and Gwen is at his side, everyone knows he possesses magic and no one intends to harm him for it, Morgana is defeated and now there is only a need to return home, rest, pay respect and mourn for those who died in battle and then finally celebrate and see a rosy future. Merlin could not be happier. Nor more alone. He watches Arthur and Gwen stand side by side, waving to the crowd, cheering the beginning of a new era, and thanking Merlin for all he has done, for all he has ever done, and his heart is filled with joy when he hears the king withdraw the ban on magic in Camelot, at last, he and his people can be free. And now? He can now become Court Sorcerer, and he can continue to help Arthur build the best possible Camelot, but isn't that what any magically gifted person could do? After all this, what is left for Merlin? After his destiny has finally been fulfilled, what is left for him? His heart belongs to two people he can never have and his task is finished. Why stay? He has never seen the world, he has never been among his own people because he has always been too busy keeping up with Arthur, there are a thousand things he could do and see and his heart should only be joyful and not mourn a loss that is not his. A loss that can never be. Because Arthur is Gwen's and Gwen is Arthur's. And there has never been a place for Merlin between them. And with destiny fulfilled, Merlin is now free and can leave Camelot peacefully, knowing that nothing can ever happen to them again. So he decides to leave. Arthur doesn't even want to hear about it and Gwen can't help but ask why, why now when we can finally live in peace? Merlin can't answer. Arthur forbids him to leave. And Arthur is his king and Merlin must obey him, but they both know that it never has been, nor ever will be like this. Merlin decides to leave at night, a few days later, because he does not feel like leaving the city with all eyes on him. He has said goodbye in the previous days to those he had to and will leave the city knowing that he has done what had to be done. And for once he does it for himself. To protect himself. Because his heart is already battered and he would like to stay in Camelot forever near Arthur and Gwen but what kind of life would that be? He knows he will never love anyone like he loves the two of them, but he must give himself the opportunity to move on. Arthur and Gwen decide not to give him that opportunity. "We love you," says Arthur, with the serious face of someone who is delivering important news. "We are in love with you," continues Gwen as Merlin is about to open his mouth and say that he also loves them both very much but that he must leave. "And neither of us can think of a life without you, Merlin, so please stay." and Merlin thinks it is the first time the king's voice seems to plead and waver. The eyes of both monarchs are pleading for him and Merlin cannot believe what he is hearing. But then Arthur is kissing him while Gwen is stroking his hair and then it is Gwen who kisses him while Arthur grabs his arm and makes sure Merlin does not leave. "Stay," they both say.

And Merlin does.

[madebypointlesswords]

The knights at 3am feat. Leon the Long Suffering

Leon: please stop Gwaine, twerking on his bed: Come good sir Leon! Shaketh thou bossom! Elyan, dancing in his boxers: Alexandria play "thy wenches are not loyal" Lancelot, pointing to Gwaine's legs: Thou witch shall not revealeth thine ankles! Conceal thine ankles, wench! Gwaine, curstying: I belongeth to the cobblestone pathways good sir! Leon, under his blanket: We literally have patrol tomorrow Percival, jumping on his bed: but sir, it is hot wench summer! Elyan, shaking his hips: Mine hips do not bear false witness! Leon, crying: can we go to sleep? Please?

[hellneedsaruler]

I don’t think Arthur can physically be mad at merlin , imagine accusing the king’s uncle of treason in the morning and “being proven wrong” then exchanging light banter at night as you prepare said king for bed

[pendragoon1112]

What I wouldn’t give to read fic where Merlin wants a baby.

He’s King Consort and Court Sorcerer, and all he wants now is to start a family with Arthur. Merlin insists he can create a child, magically, which will be their own. But the second he mentions this, Arthur goes into panic mode. Not because he fears parenthood, but because this sort of magic generally demands something in return…

Merlin tells him that it’s also important for himself to have an heir, to ensure the continuity of the Dragonlord line and consequently, the safety of Camelot.

Arthur can see his reasoning. He can also see how much Merlin wants this, and wants nothing more than to make him happy, but all these thoughts are drowned out as he’s blinded by fear at the reminder of the tragedy of his own birth.

‘A life for a life.’ The law of magic. To create a life, another must be taken, and Merlin’s is not one he’s willing to bargain.

Arthur all but pleads with Merlin to not take such a risk, because he simply cannot imagine losing him. He persists with weak excuses: “I’d be a terrible father.” (“That’s a lie and you know it.”) “You already have a child-” (“Arthur she’s a dragon🙄”) “Do you know how expensive babies are?” (“Arthur, you’re the literal King of Camelot…”) -all in an attempt to steer Merlin away from the idea.

But Merlin senses his distress and reassures Arthur that what happened with his Mother and Nimueh will not happen again. That he is confident in his abilities and can promise there will be no exchange. Of course, he will be tired and drained of magic from such a taxing process but all of this is only temporary. He assures it’s no more risky than if they were to conceive a child by natural means. He even does the cute butterfly trick to show Arthur his magic is special in ways that no others can say they’ve been blessed with.

It takes some convincing, but Arthur comes around eventually, deciding to trust in Merlin and his abilities. Merlin is overjoyed. All goes well and soon enough, they’ve got themselves a little baby Pendragon 💛

[bookhorder16]

So I don’t exactly know how the conversation started but my mom was saying something and messed up a regent and a consort. So I corrected her and said a regent was someone who ruled in the rulers stead because they couldn’t for some reason and a consort was someone who married the ruler. Of course she questioned me and I didn’t have the heart to tell her I know because of all the Merthur fics and royalty aus I read.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

if someone asked me at the end (I'll tell them put me back in it) (Merthur)

Title is from “Francesca” by Hozier. Canon-divergent Merthur where Merlin and Arthur were together pre-Camlann and then Merlin spends 1500 years building up his magic to rewind time and get Arthur back. Crossposted on ao3.

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There is something about unwinding that nature hates. Spiralling, yes. Curving, yes.

But unwinding itself? Unmaking itself?

That is against nature's goals. Nature is about growth. It is about expansion. It is about continuation.

Nature cycles. It becomes new; it does not undo to old.

That is where magic comes in.

That is where Merlin comes in.

Arthur is dead. He is long gone. He has been submerged under the waters of Avalon for 1500 years. Empires have risen and fallen; kingdoms have crashed and burned and been remade. Magic has seeped out of the world, what few remnants remaining have retreated to their hideaways and corners.

It has taken Merlin this long to craft his cycle. To build his magic into every inch of the earth. To travel to every possible place on the planet, to weave his golden threads beneath the soil and into the bedrock and the water and the air.

But he has done it. He has woven himself into the world. He is not just using his own magic for this act; he is using the planet. He is using every creature, every stone, every drop of water, every breath of air.

Resurrection is not what Merlin is looking for. He does not want a zombie. He does not want a wight. He does not want an imperfect copy. He wants Arthur, in his glorious humanity, his soul intact, his humor twinkling in his eyes, his annoyed "Mer-lin!" echoing through the halls.

1500 years. Dozens of lifetimes. Millions of miles.

And at the end of it all, Merlin returns to the shores of Avalon. He sinks to his knees on the white-pebbled beach and places his handfasting bracelet- the only thing he has not once lost in fifteen centuries- on the white stones in front of him.

It does not take much to summon the tears asked of him. In fact, it takes nothing. No pain could compare to the weight he has carried in his heart for so long.

Merlin knew Arthur for twenty years before his death- he has lived that small window over seventy five times over since.

And yet the memories burn gold every time he closes his eyes. Every time he encounters a blacksmith at a Renaissance Faire and smells iron being forged, every time he summons a dragon of sparks to dance in his hand, every time he hears a child laugh, every time he feels mud on his skin, every time the sun rises, Arthur is there. He is everywhere. How could he not be?

The tear falls. Merlin takes a breath.

And the world stops. Freezes. Holds his breath along with him.

And then rewinds.

Canals fall to rock. Empires fall and rise. Dams crumble, allowing rivers to spring free from their graves. Atlantis sinks.

The very course of human history unmakes itself through a sheen of gold.

Nature screams at Merlin, tearing at his skin, dissolving him into nothingness. His flesh melts away. His organs unravel. His magical anchors tear, ripped from his soul.

Any other man would disappear under the onslaught. Any other Merlin would as well. How could anyone cling to the world in the face of a dozen nuclear bombs tearing apart one's very atoms, seeking to disperse them to their proper place?

But through all of this, Merlin's fingers remain on the handfasting bracelet. On the golden thread that holds him to the man who promised him the world and his heart, knowing Merlin valued the latter far more.

After an infinity, the roar finally ceases. The world settles. Merlin's flesh weaves itself back together.

The bracelet holds. The bracelet has always held.

Merlin opens his eyes to Arthur standing in front of him, blue eyes fond, smile cocky, hair burnished gold, his breath and his blood and his sweat and his soul easily felt by the magic binding their souls together.

And Merlin knows down to his bones, his veins, the very core of his being, that he is looking at Arthur three months before his death. Before he was cut down in Camlann by King Cenred and his forces.

And Merlin will be doing anything he can do prevent it from happening again. He has had a millennium to plan how to alter the course of destiny; he will not let the heavens nor the earth tear this asunder once again.

Arthur's immortality can be as guaranteed as Merlin's, as long as he does this correctly. And Merlin will not allow any mistakes. Not on this most precious thing.

"Welcome back, Mer-lin," Arthur says, voice heady, and later Merlin will ask how he knows. Did Kilgharrah tell Arthur what Merlin was capable of? Did some druid have an inkling of the impossibilities that Merlin was willing to accomplish, the laws of physics and biology he was willing to break, to have Arthur back?

Later, he will ask. Later, he will question and joke and puzzle and prank and plan.

But for now, Arthur pulls Merlin into his arms and kisses him like a man dying (and Merlin knows what Arthur kisses like when he's dying, and he's never letting him get to that point again, fuck anything that tries to get in his way), and Merlin sucks up every moment. He grips onto Arthur's arm and if he never lets go, well, he doesn't think a single soul could blame him. He breathes in Arthur's scent, bites his lips, clutches tight to the warmth of Arthur's arm through his sleeve, listens to his breathless laughter, devours everything he's craved for enough lifetimes to break any other man.

Merlin finally has his husband back, and he plans on keeping it that way as long as magic breathes in his body.

Forever and ever, amen.

[cinnabons-treasure-trove]

King Arthur: [cuddling Merlin who's sitting on his lap]

Consort Merlin: [reading and revising Arthur's speech for the upcoming festival]

King Arthur: [mumbling] Are you almost done?

Consort Merlin: I would be if you stopped—[pinches Arthur's wandering hand]—trying to get your hand under my robe.

King Arthur: [pouts and puts his hand back on Merlin's tummy]

[dangeles]

Poor Gwen, but I'm sure on many levels she already knows the unholy things that go on when Merlin and Arthur go on their adventures.

I hate myself.

Someone take my drawing tools away from me.

@camphipp @athene-noctua08 @katherynefromphilly @arthur-rex @flecker-illustrates @camelotsheart @merlinarthurtrash

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

"Still wearing that?"

"Of course, it's my trademark."

"Merlin."

"You know you love it on me, especially the one with your surname stitched upon it." – King Arthur and Consort Merlin

[Merlin may be royalty now that he's married Arthur, and has fancy clothes and titles because of it. That doesn't mean he's letting go of his neckerchief.]

[fluffypotatey]

Headcanon that the Dragonlords are like dragons and are naturally nomadic amd return to their "nests" only sporadically, and their whole aesthetic is something between a Hobbit and a Dwarf:

Which is even funnier because imagine this snotty, preppy-ass, Gucci-down-to-the-boots rich bitch seeing a grungy, snarky, hedge-witch-meets-feral-goblin twink wearing more layers than a Winchester and immediately going, "Well, that's husband material right there."

all i am hearing is that merlin is the lovechild of bilbo and thorin

[fallenemrys]

Just recently rewatched LOTR and I got to the part where Aragorn sang Elendil's Oath at his coronation and so (bc im very insane about merthur) I thought about king!Merlin's coronation either as Arthur's King Consort or his own kingdom.

Headcanon that Merlin has a tougher time grasping the intricacies of healing spells but because he is Emrys and, well, he is magic itself, his voice has the ability to cleanse and purify dark magic or curses. So, during his coronation, he would sing a short ballad and it not only commemorates the day magic will finally return and flourish, but it cleanses the kingdom of the curses and negative energy that had accumulated during Uther's tyranny. It was Arthur's first time ever hearing him sing and even he fell into reverent silence with his people, in awe as Merlin's magic seeps into the entire kingdom and falls around the people like a gentle caress; a promise of protection. The Golden Age of Albion had begun.