#incorrect merlin quotes

[gloopygunkyguy]

Arthur: There's no way he likes me back.

Leon: Merlin would throw himself in front of a moving car for you.

Arthur: Merlin would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

[inaccuratewizard]

Arthur: Merlin kissed me!

Leon: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Arthur: It was unbelievable!

Leon: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Gwaine: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Leon, get the wine and unplug the phone. Arthur, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Arthur: Oh, it ended very well.

Leon: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Gwaine: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Arthur: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Gwaine: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Arthur: First he started out on my waist and then they slid up and then he were in my hair.

Leon and Gwaine: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

Merlin eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Morgana: Tongue?

Merlin: Yeah.

Gwen: Cool.

[runboybeneaththemoon]

[scionofguineverependragon]

[merlinsearlobe]

[cryptid-crow-wizard]

Merlin: we’re going to overthrow Uther and put Arthur on the throne. Any questions?

Gwaine: Yes, since when do you want Arthur on the throne?

Merlin: Since he is the next in line and is actually a more decent option and will lift the magic ban with correct guidance.

Gwaine: Ok new question, why are we trying to lift the magic ban?

Merlin: Cause I have magic.

Gwaine: No more questions let’s kill Uther.

Lancelot: I have a question. Don’t get me wrong I’m also on board with killing Uther, but should we be plotting treason in front of the king’s ward?

Morgana: No worries I’m also on board.

Lancelot:

Lancelot: Isn’t he like your father tho??

Morgana: He is my father but had me out of wedlock and doesn’t claim me so i won’t be a contender for the throne

Lancelot:

Morgana: Also I have magic and have been watching him kill those with magic my whole life

Lancelot:

Morgana: I’ve been wondering when it will be my turn to burn at the stake

Lancelot:

Gwaine:

Lancelot: Yeah ok that tracks.

Gwaine: I’m back with questions why don’t we put Morgana on the throne?

Merlin: Cause we want people to accept the king and they already accept Arthur.

Morgana: Don’t worry we’ll be “guiding” Arthur the whole time

[starchaser45]

"I mourned you longer than I've known you"

Merlin probably at some point about everyone he's ever loved

[ash-or-somethings]

Merlin: Remember that time Gwen tried to kill Arthur and framed me for it?

Arthur: What?

Gwen: *Ignoring Arthur* Remember the time you spent like two days ACTUALLY trying to kill Arthur, and Gaius and I had to keep knocking you out?!

Arthur: I'M SORRY?!?!

[tiredcowboyy]

Morgana after she finds out shes a powerful high priestess: oh so im one of the most powerful beings on earth? Cool, ok so nothings gonna stop me and-

Randomer: ah well… uhhh

Morgana: what?

Randomer: well the thing is… uhm

Morgana: spit it out, ive got a king to kill now I know nothings in my way!

Randomer: about that… technically uhm theres emrys

Morgana: emrys?

Randomer: yeah, hes like the most powerful warlock on earth

Morgana: ok but im a high priestess so surely I outrank him no?

Randomer: *sucks breath between teeth* ahh well, uhm… no. He’s considered a god. King of druids. Most powerful being to walk this earth. He himself is magic. He-

Morgana: ok ok I get it. So what? This old guys gonna maybe try stop me? Surely I can take on an old man.

Randomer: hes 25.

Morgana: 25?!? Ok well the worlds big, he could be anywhere… right?

Randomer: wellll

Morgana: hes on this land isnt he?

Randomer: hes within the walls of Camelot actually.

Morgana: fucking- fine fine ok so I need to defeat this 25 year old, if you know him you can take me to him right? If he has magic and hes in Camelot surely hes hidden?

Randomer: god no. First of all hes one of the most known people in the kingdom, adored by all really even the nobles. I cant take you though, Id hate to cross him *shivers* ive heard horrors of when hes mad. Great guy though, once gave me an apple.

[ughmerlin]

incorrect merlin quotes #14

[the-medieval-husbands]

I just imagine Merlin gentle parenting Arthur and the other knights when they're drunk.

Merlin: No. Gwain no, put the sword down. No weapons in the tavern.... Leon, if I have to tell you again that we don't stand on chairs, we're going home!

Arthur: Merlin! Come sit with me!

Merlin: Sire, I'm a little busy at the moment. Drink your ale.

Arthur: But Merlin! I want you over here now!

Merlin huffs and goes over and stands infront of him.

Merlin: Okay, what?

Arthur: *pulls Merlin down in his lap*

Merlin: Arthur! You cabbage head! Let me go! People will see!

Gwain: Oooooo mom and dad are fighting again....

Percival: Shut up and drink your ale or mom will smack you.

Merlin: I heard that!

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

In a round table meeting:

Arthur: I don’t understand.

Merlin, running on two hours of sleep in five days, falling asleep on his feet: That’s okay, you’re very pretty.

Knights: *wheezing*

Arthur: *blushing furiously*

Merlin: …I said that out loud.

[runboybeneaththemoon]

Arthur: Okay, so you're my servant now. It's not really that important of a position, just like, idk, make sure you bring me my breakfast on time

Merlin: I would die for you, I would kill for you, I'd give up my humanity and become a living weapon for you, I would sit by your grave for over a millennium, awaiting your return-

Arthur: but would you bring me breakfast on time?

Merlin: Well that's asking a bit much, don't you think?

[unattainablesillygoose]

Merlin, about to confess he has magic for the 362357th time: I have something I need to get off my chest

Arthur: Is it your shirt? Please say yes.

[merlinsearlobe]

I don’t know if i hallucinated this but i swear earlier seasons Bradley said something about hoping Arthur realises Merlin has magic on his own.

And i wish, i wish, that had been the case.

That Arthur, knocked out, bleeding, injured, awakes too early and sees Merlin, eyes golden and angry, bending the power of the earth in raw wrath and fury towards their enemy.

And Arthur is bloody fucking terrified. But Merlin screams ‘not him, never him, never Arthur’ and the earth shakes and… Arthur can’t even remember what poor soul or creature had thrown him from his horse, certainly not now their body is torn apart by Merlin’s words and his flaming gaze.

Of course Arthur is terrified. Is he hallucinating? Is this some malevolent vision? His head throbs and he can taste blood in his mouth and he can see Merlin, Merlin his incompetent and clumsy and funny and innocent and soft and gentle manservant who wakes Arthur with a brilliant smile and some drivel about lazy daisies, stood like a deep and dark and threatening shadow over what was left of a once-body.

Arthur’s breath comes in short gasps and tears prick his eyes. Panic. And Merlin turns to him as he clamps his eyes shut against the image of Merlin dripping with death and anger. But deep within his shattering mind a small voice whispers to him. The voice is soft and gentle, blonde curls and kind eyes and patient hands cupping his cheek. She reminds him of each time Merlin has looked at him with pure, unadulterated devotion - his eyes deep and blue, a tiny ring of gold-green swirling around his pupils. How each time Arthur’s lain on the brink of death, and Merlin has never left his side, tending to his wounds with such tenderness that Arthur has never felt before. How it was in Arthur’s name that Merlin’s magic, Merlin’s magic, raged.

Another voice, thick and real and worried, breaks through the soft whisper of Ygraine.

Arthur felt shaking hands - how could they be so gentle when moments before it was from them that such unbridled power was released - stroke his matted and sweat-soaked hair, wiping the blood Arthur felt trickle down his cheek away. Arthur forces open his eyes, meeting Merlin’s as the gold fades to the deep familiar ocean-blue.

Did Merlin know Arthur had seen? How much blood had soaked Merlin’s hands when Arthur had lain unconscious, how many victories has Merlin won in Arthur’s name?

And deep within Arthur’s heart he knows he is safe in this sorcerer’s hands. Knows in fact he’d choose these hands over anyone else’s.

But Arthur can’t say the words just yet. He can’t admit to himself that the man he loves is made from that which he hates. Hated. Has been taught to hate. A new wound has been torn in him, one not made of blood and flesh. Because if Merlin is magic, how can magic be evil.

So Arthur lets Merlin’s hands and Merlin’s words and Merlin’s soft smiles wash over him. He feigns ignorance of what he saw.

But he watches. His wounds sit quietly: clean and placid from Merlin’s assiduous care. His face is washed from blood and grime by Merlin, who had fussed and worried as he went. Now he watches. He notices the damp wood Merlin had collected whilst the rain has fallen burst into eager flames within seconds of Merlin’s attentive hands and wonders how he never noticed before.

When they return to Camelot, limping but alive, Arthur notices the stone-deep warmth that graces his chambers. Where his room should be chilled and still from his absence instead there’s a soft and humble feeling of life suffused throughout, and Arthur realises with a small, private smile it is the same feeling that radiates from Merlin.

The lessening part of him argues he should recoil. For why is he rejoicing at feeling the touch of a sorcerer all around him. But Arthur argues back. He’s felt the saccharin, sticky grip of dark, evil magic masquerading as sweet ladies or sycophantic servants. He remembered the groggy, aching return to his own mind after Sofia had dragged him under her spell. Merlin’s gentle, joyous presence is worlds away. His magic may be hidden from Arthur, but Merlin’s grinning insults and blatant disregard for any sort of protocol meant any fears for further hidden motive besides self preservation withered immediately.

Arthur keeps watching. He notices now the shine his armour has, beyond what weary hands and cloth could ever achieve. He notices, or rather feels, when Percival’s muscled arm brings down the practice sword and Arthur - his mind worlds away - notices too late, yet the ensuing bruise is not angry and mottled but timid and quickly fades, even though ordinary chainmail would never have warded off such a blow. He notices Merlin’s unbridled joy when the two of them leave Camelot for the forest. He notices the bird that lands on Merlin’s shoulder, the whispered smiles Merlin exchanges with the creature. He notices the grass grow a little taller beneath Merlin’s feet, the way the trees bend to him as if they’re greeting a long lost friend.

Slowly, magic - or at least Merlin’s magic - loses the rotten, sharp edge Uther had imposed. Arthur begins to yearn to see the flames of the fire burning in his room reflected once more in Merlin’s eye. Still he can’t quite bring the words lingering in his throat up to his lips. Guilt begins to fester. Arthur remembers the years of Uther’s reign, how the screams of burning sorcerers - some of them so young, so young - had echoed through the cold stones of Camelot. He remembers now Merlin’s pale face and wide eyes, ghosted with tears Arthur knew not what for. He knows now.

And so when his knights bring him talk of a druid camp away to the south, Arthur stands tall, facing the court, and tells them to leave it be. That there will be no more raids (not that he had issued any since his ascension to the throne, but no formal proclamation had thus far been made). He tells himself privately he will end the ban on magic. He will forge a Camelot where Merlin will not live in fear, in a half life. The faces staring back are curious, some wary. But the one meeting Arthur’s steady gaze, wide-eyed with a shocked, gentle, proud, smile and slightly trembling hands gripping the wind jug, is that which Arthur cares about. He gives a slight nod. Too subtle for anyone else to notice, but as obvious and clear to Merlin as it ever could be, the two of them long since having needed words to communicate.

Merlin has a lot of questions. Naturally. They tumble from him as Arthur undresses behind the screen. And Arthur knows now that he’s ready. Merlin has magic. Merlin is magic. And Merlin is good. Deeply good. The words don’t quiver and cower in his throat.

And I wish Arthur had then told him. Had taken a deep breath and met Merlin’s gaze and told him he knew. That he had been scared. But he had trusted. Trusts. Loves.

We deserved Merlin fighting beside Arthur, raw devotion and power and fierce, fierce love.

[cryptid-crow-wizard]

Merlin: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Arthur: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Merlin: …Your point?