#emrys interaction

[abunile]

merlin recommendations

hello! i've been looking for recommendations but they are kind of specific. i use mostly ao3 but open to using other places like fanfiction.net.

any recommendations with good morgana in which she and merlin work together for arthur and eventually all three work together. preferably no mergana.

any recommendations where it's just knight tomfoolery, canon era or modern, i'm not picky lol

any recommendations where OLD EMRYS happens. just any funny interaction with him? i craveee. those scenes in the show were always so fun.

any super BAMF merlin would be amazing! especially if it's a sort of magic reveal for arthur or other characters.

any gwen and morgana centered fics over 5,000 words since most i've found are so short. them being together, in a relationship.

any fics with aithusa

the crew but as kids, just playing around, arthur gaining responsibility, merlin learning how to use his powers, morgana still being sweet and being good at the sword, maybe gwens first day, and so on.

any one with a scene where arthur is like "magic is evil" and merlin suffers when he says that

any good fics with good banter

s5 merlin and s1 arthur

any help appreciated thank you!

i'll also talk about the fanfics at some point. probably lmao.

[sudemkaracn0]

Yormadan sormadan seveceğim seni sadem

Gönlüme sarmadan ya buna var mı müsaaden?

[xwildheart]

he was tired. today had been- far more eventful than he thought it would be. but such was the life of crime he lead. his life and every other person's in this house was constantly in jeopardy. the house was always on high alert for something like what happened today. a break in. even when they thought they'd had all area's covered, there was always a spot that had a kink. they'd fix it, improve security and someone would find a way around that as well. and the cycle would continue, a revolving door of chaos and death. what mattered was they were dead. the men that had forced their way in. the house was back on lock down and hazel was safe and unharmed. it was all emrys could ask for at the end of the day. that his only remaining family was alive, albeit a bit in shock. the cleaners would be there in a hour to mop up the bloody messes, discard the bodies and that would be that. tomorrow would come and it would be like nothing had happened. he limped heavily to his office, locking the door behind him and heading right for a large picture that hung on the wall. he tugged on the corner of the frame, reveling the safe that sat behind it, dialed the code in quickly. all seemed to be in place, nothing taken. it's then that he felt a shift in the room. maybe it was the breeze, or that he could hear the birds a bit louder, but emrys felt the difference instantly. 'hello eris.' he said confidently. he knew it was her. knew she was there and he hadn't even turned to face her. he didn't need to. he knew her ways. knew how she operated. she was the classic thief in the night. never seen or heard. it's why he'd hired her on more than one occasion. paid her well, and not always in money. he turned his head to the side, not really looking over his shoulder but more acknowledging that he knew the woman was there and closing the safe before him. 'was this your doing?' he questions, turning around at last, steel gaze staring her down. 'if you wanted my attention you could have just come over.' ever the cocky bastard.

@forelysiiium

[fluffypotatey]

A Thought:

As Emrys, Merlin is a very powerful sorcerer.

However, his utter lack of any formal training means Merlin is not a very good sorcerer.

The magic he does should be theoretically impossible, but he's got enough raw fucking power to just make it work. Infant demigod smashing blocks together and creating a Lego Death Star.

Merlin: *does magic that Should Not Work*

Other sorcerers:

AND THEY ARE RIGHT TO FEEL UPSET

IMAGINE YOU'RE A SORCERER. YOU'VE BEEN PRACTICING YOUR CRAFT, SHOOTING THE SHIT, LAYING LOW, PLOTTING PLANNING.....THEN THIS FARMY BOY TWINK SHOWS UP AND NUKES THE FUCKING PRIESTESS OF THE LAKE OF AVALON

I'D FEEL PISSED TOO

like, bro, you meet him, you're apprehensive of him bc 'shit that's emrys'. the emrys. the dude that's said to be the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. you meet him. you can feel his magic and like holy shit, what the fuck was that??? you ask him how the fuck he gained so much power by the age of 21????

merlin: you mean....y'all don't also just have magic doing shit when you're a toddler

you, the sorcerer who has had to spend years getting control to fucking heat up a teapot: .........no.......no our magic doesn't do that

goddamn do you wanna just chuck this adult child into the lake and be done with it. better yet, you wish for the sprites to just pick you up and use your body as a sacrifice for entrance into Avalon.

and then, and then

you see how this motherfucker fights against bandits and "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST PUSHING THEM AWAY??? WHERE'S THE SHOWMANSHIP??? THE PIZZAZZ??? HOW MANY SPELLS DO YOU KNOW???"

merlin, who forgot he can freeze time and space and can launch lightning bolts at people: uh....3???

it takes the triple goddess to restrain you from murking the prophesized warlock right then and there.

"NO, NO, FUCK THAT, FUCK THIS, FUCK ALL O' Y'ALL!" you scream as you jump on a ship and move to a place that doesn't have op young adult children who didn't study shit and yet still get an A+

[fulltimecatwitch]

there is never a kiss between Arthur and Merlin and yet Merlin is the gayest show ive watched

[baltharino]

[ask-eindelwin]

Also, I have some gacha life 2 designs for a few characters!

Qyll (the only things missing are the fact that her hair is two-toned, and not just brown with a white streak; her digitigrade (or anthro) legs; and the yellow, glowing core that replaced her heart)

Iggy

Kitty

Zhōu (fun fact, they're based off of the Chinese mythological figure, the Six-Eared Macaque)

Emrys (the only thing missing is there vitiligo, which gacha doesn't really provide)

[tevinter-pariah]

Shoutout to academic literature™️ for giving me those Critical Role Campaign 2 spoilers I’ve been trying to avoid for the past few years. Truly an experience I never expected and would rather not replicate again.

[ofglories]

Uther is...not a good person.

Not by any stretch of the word.

And not just because of the entire Igraine situation.

He killed his brother out of a mix of jealous, spite, and a possessive need to control everything in his life (even if Emrys has yet to fully accept that it was purposeful and not an accident as a Servant) and then pinned it all on others. Blaming Vortigern for Emrys ever even leaving Rome, blaming Merlin for not healing him even though Uther himself prevented Merlin from doing so, and blaming Emrys himself for being careless. For being "weak". Because clearly if he had been stronger, more ruthless and cold, he could have blocked Uther's sword from being driven through his back.

Clearly.

And then as king of Camelot he was...a tyrant. Of course that's obvious considering even the meaning of his name was changed to *tyrant* instead of the previously used *glorious* but still. Uther was horrible. When King Claudas disagreed with him over the unfair trade tariffs Uther put in place (overriding Emrys' previous agreement with the three kings of Gaul that Claudas and his brothers-in-law Ban and Bours made up), Uther responding by sending his army to raze Claudas' lands entirely. Nothing remained, leaving him as the "king" of the Wastes. And Ban and Bours could only bend the knee and allow it to happen, for fear of the same retribution striking them. All over a mild disagreement.

Uther was cruel, ruthless, and paranoid.

Any statues of Emrys that had been built (against Emrys' wishes but that's for another time) were destroyed. Anything that bore his name was renamed, and all mention of King Emrys Pendragon was forbidden in Camelot and the surrounding lands.

His cruelty was so great that even the allied kingdom of Rheged slowly pulled back until the alliance was strained near to breaking. To say nothing of the lands of Orkney and Lothian once Lot, previously Emrys' ward, took his place as the king of these northern lands. There was no alliance with Camelot to be found from the lands ruled by the Wolf King and his allies scattered across northern Scotland. Only an uneasy truce, sitting upon a knife's edge that was sustained purely on the continued threat of Vortigern.

...Then, on top of mistreating Arthur until Merlin took him away to Ector's lands, he would send spies to infiltrate Ector's servants to keep an eye on things. And assassins, to "test" the boy's "worth".

It's only poetic that he died alone with no vigil at his deathbed from an illness. An ignominous death, and a fitting one. To fade away in silence as his hated son was crowned king to the hopeful cheers of the entire kingdom.

[htsdfferent]

@decimatlas !

heeled shoes click loudly against the wooden floors of the bar. purse is slipped from her shoulder and placed on a barstool, as she places herself in the seat next to it. “james.” a loud sigh falls from her lips, as she places her phone face down on the bar. hands are clasped together and rest upon the counter. green eyes blink up at him for a moment, before they’re sliding behind him towards the shelves of liquor. “would you be such a dear and get me two usuals ?”

[frecklenog]

me when my anon ask gets answered positively like yes i am going to get a good grade in interaction something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve, especially when i have intentionally made myself anonymous

[xwildheart]

@intheirabsence​ sent in do the feelings of other people mean anything to you?- eden to emrys

‘No.’  It was blunt and harsh. ‘For fuck’s sake Eden, we’ve been over this a million times. I can’t go around all heart eyed for every charity case that comes my way. If I cared what everyone was feeling I wouldn’t be where I am today, which in case you forget, gives you a pretty cushy life.’

[secretivemessenger]

I was admiring u from afar frfr

Whyy- you could’ve just interacted w me directly

[fluffypotatey]

When you think about the tavern excuse in Merlin (the only excuse Giaus seems to know), it makes a lot more sense in the later seasons if you're going under the assumption that Gwaine is just covering for Merlin. Like lying when Arthur asks occasionally while having no idea what Merlin is actually doing because he ain't no snitch.

Just a random thought that occurred to me while I was reading some fanfiction.

i mean, yeah, it does work a lot better and it's more believable if gwaine were the one to tell it.

if i'm remembering right, "the tavern" was used in the beginning of s3 before we meet gwaine and unfortunately, gwaine's stay in camelot that season is short bc he got banished. so, there'd be no way for him to cover for merlin BUT after the whole fisher king episode it would make sense (to arthur, i feel) that merlin would leave camelot to visit gwaine at a tavern bc the two just click.

i have half a mind to guess that arthur turns a blind eye if gwaine were to somehow sneak into camelot just to visit merlin during s3. i know we all joke about arthur being an oblivious idiot when it comes to noticing magic and shit, but the man is observant to a fault. he's got a keen eye (unfortunatley his observations fail when something contradicts a person he believes to know fairly well, and he chooses to ignore it), and it is not that hard to notice the chemistry between merlin and gwaine.

so when gwaine does join the knights in s4 and merlin starts going to "the tavern" more often, arthur could just chalk it up as him and gwaine having a night out. sure, he has to keep up appearances and one day visits gwaine just to remind him that it's not good for his manservant to be hungover almost every week. like, he has a job, ga-waine!

and gwaine just sits there, nods, cracks a joke about how maybe he should lighten merlin's chores, whilst making a mental note to ask merlin about whether or not he'll need him to cover for the man later this weekend. he never asks merlin why he'd need to cover for him (i'm of the belief that gwaine, though never told, had some idea of what big secret merlin was hiding), and merlin never asks gwaine why he'd lie to their king for him.

it's just a silent act of trust and love the two share and by god do i wish this was used because sure, gaius using the tavern is funny and all, but i would kill to have at least one scene where gwaine confirms, that him and merlin were hanging out at the tavern, covering for his friend without question.

[gemteeth]

Emrys Hopper is here to fuck everyone up.

He's just Hopper Ryder but like, over 100

[you-are-my-neverland]

[id: a header with a deep blue gray background. in the center, there is a circular photograph of a lighthouse. behind the photo is a monoline sun, eclipsed by the photo. in block text across the center reads ‘the metamorphosis of the lost: an update’ / end id]

it’s been a while since i’ve done one of these, but my writing has been going pretty well these past couple of weeks, so while i prepare other content (re: character intros (!!!). in 2022, i’ve managed to cobble together act iii: relapse, which was written over the course of the spring semester. i also, more recently, started act iv: revolution, and that’s going by nicely, especially as i strive to meet my daily word goals (hello, excel spreadsheet). 

anyways, in honor of having a taglist with more than one person on it, i’ve decided to post a few excerpts, which i haven’t really done for this wip lol. 

all words + the taglist will be under the cut for length purposes.

i. the red saint & her shadow. 

(an interaction between june and india from the beginning of act iii. a/n: this was written at the beginning of the year. writing them currently, i really feel like i’m missing something from their dynamic, so i’ve been rereading this scene a lot lol.)

Belladonna was quiet, her face slightly pinched beneath the domino. 

“If you didn’t have to,” she started. “Then why did you?”

“How could I not?” India said, and it sounded too honest, too vulnerable, even to her own ears, as if it was painfully obvious she was revealing some hidden part of herself to someone else. “Back then, I believed they were helping the city. When I was younger, I used to scoff at the idea of vigilantes and heroes, but after a while, after seeing it firsthand, I did become convinced that I could change things for the better for someone else. It gave me a drive for the first time in my life. Instead of just trying to survive for no particular reason, I could do something about it.”

“Yes, I was young. Fifteen. All the people I know started out younger.” She paused, thinking carefully over how to formulate her next thought. “Someone I knew used to always say that we can’t help what happened to us, or what it turns us into, but we can try and change ourselves once we see our own reflection. We can make things clearer. We can use what we see as flaws to do better. I grew up in the South District. I was an orphan. I learned how to hurt other people to protect myself. I never thought about justice because I never thought it was something I could control.”

Until now. Until then.

India hated to think that Vin had given her anything, but he had. He had given her power for the first time in her life, had allowed her to write her own destiny, decide how she wanted to do things, more so than anyone else had ever before.

It was what had blinded her, in the end. Believing that following someone else’s cause was her own. India had been beholden just as everyone else was; that was why she had been benched. She just hadn’t realized it, how trapped she actually was.

Now she was free. Now no one could tell her what to do. Now India was allowed to decide what was right and wrong and act on it. 

No more changing herself. No more being told to be better, be different, be someone else, someone they thought was more than whatever she was, a South District orphan born and raised on the rocks, unable to outgrow her own edges for fear of how unprotected it would leave her. India might not love her roots, but they were hers, in the end. She had come from this city. She was Kevlan, through and through. 

ii. flame & phantom

(another excerpt from act iii. emrys and mika go patrolling after finding out india is alive as the red saint, but are unable to save a woman’s life. a/n: somehow, a lot of tmotl ended up being emrys’ story, which i can’t say i mind. her pov is a lot of complicated thoughts most of the time.)

She had said she could do this. She had sounded so cool and confident, too. Emrys had been proud of herself, for being able to stand up for what she wanted. The rest of the conversation hadn’t gone as well, but she hadn’t let herself be shut down. Not this time. 

Now, she thought that they probably had a point, about her. Maybe she couldn’t do this.

Maybe she could.

Maybe both thoughts were equally terrible.

“I’m going to find India,” she announced. The flames licked at the edges of the jacket, already crinkling, the outer layer peeling away as the cloth beneath caught more easily, the fire dancing up into the sky with a bright shower of sparks that had her flinching back and shielding her face. The embers fell to the ground around Mika’s feet, burning and burning and then burning out.

Mika didn’t say anything. Emrys glanced at him coolly, and found him looking away from her. Fine by her. She didn’t care if he approved or not; better he didn’t notice she was gone at all, until she could clear more space.

Emrys waited another few seconds just to be sure, ignoring the part of her that whispered that she should check on him, make sure he was okay, but this was Mika. He was never not okay. Nothing fazed him, and no one. 

She sighed, staring down at her own feet, battered and bruised through the white of the ballet flats. There were drops of blood scattered along the seams, which bothered her now that she had noticed; she couldn’t stop focusing on it, the innocuous drops in no pattern except the one she conjured.

Mika still hadn’t said anything. Emrys looked at the embers of the jacket, then turned to scan the skyline, wondering where she could start, the wind whipping through her body and helping to pull her seams apart with vicious, grabby hands.

The abandoned warehouse, she thought. The place where India had died. She should start there, right? If there was going to be anything anywhere, it would be there. Maybe a clue to India’s resurrection, even. 

Emrys started to walk without even really thinking about it, setting forward at a determined pace, quickening as she got further and further away from the fire, and getting colder and colder. Without her jacket, much of the skin of her body was bare to the winds, her tank top protective but not warm. Kevla had vicious winters, so the fall became crueler as the months went by.  

She had turned the corner by the time she heard the footsteps behind her, not clattering or loud, but soft and steady, a quiet, rhythmic thump that belayed Mika grabbing her arm and grinding them both to a halt as he slowed, clothes and hair settling back down on his body as gravity descended.

“Let me go,” she said, white knuckled.

Mika let her go. Emrys turned to move, and he tripped her. It was only years of getting used to falling that had her catching herself with a half-dance of steps, turning so that they were facing one another.

“Enough of this,” Mika said. His eyes were burning. She could hear the quiet sounds of him breathing, harsher than normal.

“No,” she said. “I told you. I’m going to find India.”

“And Crow and X-le told us not to,” Mika said.

Emrys scoffed. “Like you’re the poster child for following orders.”

“Enough,” Mika repeated. “We’re either finishing patrol or going home.”

Another Emrys would have been happy that he used the word home, but this Emrys was feeling vicious and vengeful and torn up inside.

“I don’t want to,” she said spitefully. 

“Flame,” Mika said, the warning clear. 

“You’re my partner, not my boss,” Emrys said scornfully.

“I’m not either of those things,” Mika hissed, stepping closer. “I’m just the person making sure you don’t fuck anything up.”

That hurt. Emrys didn’t flinch, and was absurdly proud of herself for growing thicker skin in the time since a few hours ago. She was getting better and better at it.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” she burst out. “You’re the one that followed me to begin with. I never asked for your help.”

“But you needed it,” Mika said, and though she couldn’t see his mouth, she could picture the small, cruel tilt of his half smile. She had to narrow her eyes to stop tears from falling, already feeling them well up in her eyes, like she was some weak and pathetic person who couldn’t keep it together.

“I’m going to look for India,” she repeated. “You can go home if you want.”

iii. sunrise after the fall gala

(an interaction between india and june in the aftermath of the fall gala (which takes up the majority of the beginning of act iv) and india’s ill thought out confrontation with the black saint. a/n: more recent writing and a more recent interaction between these two. act iv has been a mess lol.)

The laugh slid off India’s face.

“You can’t create something from nothing,” she said savagely. “I imagine that not even Catrin Flint can save someone who was burned alive.”

“Someone could,” June replied steadily.

“Then maybe it was Kevla herself,” India remarked sarcastically, rising to her feet and gritting her teeth against the spasm her leg sent.

“You’re really not curious?” June asked, also standing. The morning air nipped at her cheeks, the rosy glow of the rising sun starting to cascade over the skyline ahead of them. 

India shrugged carelessly. “It’s not that I’m not,” she said. “It’s just that it doesn’t matter. Or, it didn’t.”

June eyed her, pondering the words. In a way, that was understandable. June herself tried to care as little as possible pertaining to the motive of The Organization or the Benefactor. Motivation didn’t matter in the end. It was the actions that did.

They were both women of action, though they went about it very differently.

“Will I be hearing from you soon?” India asked after a second. 

June looked at her, parsing her thoughts.

India raised an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, we were kind of in on this together, right? This whole revenge scheme, or whatever you want to call it,” she hurriedly corrected after June coolly raised an eyebrow at the words “revenge scheme.”

June considered her. “Yes,” she said after a pause. “We are.”

India smiled. It transformed her face beneath the domino, softening the edges. India, June had found, often bared her teeth, but rarely smiled.

“I’m a comm away,” she said, sounding almost pleasant and energized at the prospect.

“I might take you up on that soon,” June said.

“Not gonna kiss and tell then?” India replied. “Just going to string me along.”

June surprised herself by the sharp half laugh that bubbled out of her.

“You’ve been helpful,” she said instead of replying, doubting that she could match India’s newfound wittiness. She had always had a sense of humor, even as a child. June was used to being the dour, serious one. Now she was the serrated blade, cold as steel and just as harsh. “Thank you.”

India sobered, looking at her as if she was an alien before she managed a stiff and slightly unsure, “You’re welcome.”

“Take care of yourself,” June added. “I don’t want to find you dead in a ditch before you can be useful.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” India replied sarcastically, but they had talked enough times for June to pick up the undercurrent of fondness with which she said it. “Take care, Belladonna.” She gave June a two fingered salute, and June found herself returning her impression of it before she could stop herself.

India smiled, and then she was sauntering off into the darkness, only a slight limp in her step and the helmet tucked under her arm any indication of what had gone down only hours previously.

June smiled privately to herself. India was wearing off on her.

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