#merthur love confession

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

In The Next Life, My Love

A quick little bitter drabble that I didn’t have time to develop fully but needed to write.

TW: The ending is not open. Everyone’s dead yo. Angst.

It’s dark and cold, where they are, The King and his servant, and the end is coming. They know it’s coming, no point denying it, or fighting it; they’ve been locked up for so long that their wrists, once strong and thick and soft, rattle in their chains. The mould is getting to them, making their heads ache and their skin crawl, but they have each other, and in the darkness they each have a light in the form of the other’s exponentially bony fingers intertwined with their own:

“Merlin,-”

The King coughs, and this one word—this name that now means everything to him, and perhaps always had—quiet and rasping and so very very pained, saps almost all his remaining energy. His companion comforts him the only way he can, a cold, damp-wrinkled thumb scraping the back of his hand, and waits patiently until The King’s chest calms enough to allow him to continue:

“-in the next life,-”

Merlin interrupts him, his voice more quiet, more rasping, more pained, but far, far more determined:

“I’ll serve you. Always, Arthur.”

“No.-”

His dismissal, his order, is the loudest noise either of them have heard in days, and Merlin flinches, moaning quietly as the pounding in his head, which he had managed to forget about, magnifies significantly:

“-no, Merlin, no.-”

Arthur’s continuation is so quiet, so soft, Merlin has to think for a few seconds before he can process what he’s said:

“-In the next life, Merlin, I... I...-”

He sighs, or sighs as well as he can when every breath he takes in is as shallow as a puddle on cobblestones and painful as a knife to the chest; his eyes close, though he couldn’t really tell they were open before, his vision having become so blurred he couldn’t tell his thinning legs from the rotten floor. There’s a long pause, and the only evidence Merlin has that his King hasn’t passed on between one word and the next is the rattling breaths he hears from beside him. 

Breathing is what he focuses on, what he holds on to. It had been a cacophony before; an orchestra of inhalations and exhalations had surrounded them, before the candles they’d been left with had burned to nothing and the others had stopped breathing, one by one.

Merlin has always known his King well, so when he stops speaking—stutters, stutters, stops—he doesn’t worry, Merlin knows Arthur is just searching for the right words. Always, always searching for the right words, and never quite finding them. Always searching, always being too afraid of settling for something subpar, so never saying anything at all. Every time it happens, it breaks his heart a little, but every time Arthur tries again... it mends him.

He lets him think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Another stroke along the back of his hand prompts Arthur to continue. He’s not sure he’s found the right words, but he thinks they’ll have to do:

“-In the next life, Merlin, you will not serve me for a second. Not for a second. In the next life, I’ll find you, you won’t have to find me, I’ll find you, and I’ll tell you that I... that I love you, and we’ll spend our lives together again, but... but better. I promise, Merlin, next time it will be better.”

His voice cracks and crumbles and falls apart as he whispers his secrets to the darkness. He wonders, for a moment, if Merlin were really alive. If perhaps he’d died days ago like the others and he was just imagining the squeezes, the strokes. The hand he’s holding is cold enough and stiff enough to be from a corpse. He thinks maybe the breathing and coughing were just echoes of his own, that maybe he is alone in the depths of the earth. The silence—other than the rasping rasping rasping breaths so similar to his own—stretches long enough that Arthur is halfway further to being mad when Merlin finally, really, replies:

“Ok. I... Ok. Just... promise me one thing?-”

Arthur hums, and the choking noise is something terrible, but it gets the point across, and he figures the clicking sound coming from his right is Merlin twisting his head, so he can at least pretend that they’re able to look at each other; Arthur follows his lead, and he likes to think that, when he opens his tired, dry eyes, and squints through the pitch blackness, that he can see something blue peering back at him:

“-Have better timing, next time?”

Arthur can hear the smirk in his voice, and he thinks, if he’d had enough energy, he could cry and wail and scream at the prospect of the next life not being promised, and even if it where, their meeting in it not being guaranteed. He can’t conceive of a world, or an unworld, whatever comes after he stops hurting so much, in which he doesn’t have Merlin’s smirk. As it is, the only reaction his starving mind can manage is a single, small tear slipping down his cheek as he tactically twitches his pinkie finger in Merlin’s grip, and mumbles back:

“Promise.”

The silence descends once more, and when Merlin speaks, or, more accurately, when Merlin forces his last breath to take the form of words, he realises, in his last spark of thought as his tongue collapses over the very last syllable, that his last remaining companion may not have remained long enough to hear him:

“I love you too, Arthur.”

~

The End.

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Anyway.

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Hope you enjoyed😅

[galeweather]

MERLIN “The Diamond of the Day” — Aired on December 24, 2012

[theroundbartable]

Arthur: I love you

Merlin: you Love the idea of me

Arthur: definitely not. You're a really BAD idea

Merlin: like 99% of your life choices

Arthur: ... Listen here you little shit-

[howdoidothiss-blog]

Guys this is so scary to me but I officially posted my first fic on ao3 🫣🤭 here’s the description

“Morgause forces Merlin to choose between his secrets and Arthur’s life when Merlin and Arthur are bound by secrets magic. This spell has only two possible outcomes: be broken by the confessions of both Merlin and Arthur’s deepest secrets, or kill them at sunrise. (Spell based on The Magicians secrets magic ritual in 1x06, but no knowledge of the magicians required!!)”

If that interests u check it out or something idk this is so scary to me 👹 why am I sweating

Also s/o to my little sister for COOKING 🧑‍🍳 Bringing up this ep of the magicians when we were talking about merthur

[pandalikeelf]

season 2, episode 1: the curse of cornelius sigan 

[apileofashandember]

Okay but post-season 5 Merlin just traveling the world on his own, telling stories of Camelot, but as the centuries go by, he becomes more vague about the time and place of his tales, but the one thing that does not change is the stories he tells about Arthur and how he tells them.

One day Merlin talks about Arthur to a bunch of small children, who call him out on being in love with his best friend (since children sometimes don’t have filters), and Merlin’s in denial but the kids just look at him like he’s stupid and THAT is when he realizes.

[ink-through-her-veins]

Arthur stared at Merlin’s back. His back hunched as he limped forward between Lancelot and Percival. Arthur’s heart clenched with each step Merlin struggled to take. Each hobbled step took him further away, where Arthur couldn’t follow.

“Wait,” Arthur called, rushing forward to wrap his arms around Merlin tighter than he ever had before even as Merlin winced. “When I get back we’ll talk,” Arthur whispered into Merlin’s ear, “so you’d better be alive.”

“You too.”

And three days later, sore and dirty, Arthur sat beside Merlin’s bed. Merlin smiled wide. Arthur grinned shaking his head to prevent Merlin from brushing the dirty clumps of hair from his eyes.

“Are we going to talk?” Merlin cheekily asked.

Arthur bit his lip to stop from grinning more. Nothing came close to returning to Merlin. Arthur opened his mouth, those exact words on his tongue. He couldn’t get them out.

“Oh, just tell me you love me, clotpole.”

Merlin smirked. Arthur leant forward to softly press his lips to Merlin’s.

“I love you, idiot.”

[loki-the-bi-frost]

So I was reading the famous Merthur fic and

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME CRY?? I AM CRYING RIGHT NOW. IT’S JUST SO SWEET. AND I DEFINITELY SHOULD SLEEP

[lightasthesun]

merthur love confession but make it river song style!!!

When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back! And if I happen to find myself in any danger, let me tell you... the Doctor isn't stupid enough or sentimental enough and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me...

River is Merlin. Merlin is River. Arthur is the Doctor.

[fluffypotatey]

I was thinking about merthur and shadowpeach, and my brainrots gave me thoughts about shadowpeach in merthur's positions. My first thought was macaque as merlin cause of the devotion to their king, and extreme loyalty. but Emrys is the absolute most powerful person in the universe, kind of like wukong.

But if wukong was in merlin position, no way he wouldnt blow his secret in a week and/or overthow urther (and either place himself as king or macaque)

see, here’s the thing: shadowpeach and merthur are on 2 opposite sides of the devotion spectrum despite both leading to each pairing’s destruction and doom

merthur is devotion in silence and secrets and devotion in sacrifice. both of those idiots have a habit of doing selfless and self-sacrificial acts out of devotion and loyalty. but it was choked by prophecies and generations of harm

shadowpeach is devotion in self-destruction and shared secrets and silent paths made together. they fought together without any needing to hide. their care was open and understood by others. but it was ruined by the hubris of one who wished to conquer the stars just to ensure his loved were protected. the devotion soured into a resentment of their past joys because they didn’t know how to stop themselves from reaching more than they should have

[yoonnamjin25]

Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

[if-i-could-fly-h0me]

Your love for idiocy seems to rival mine for morons

[ladyofthelake]

ahahahHAHHAAHAHhhaha having a fucking breakdown with Diamond of the Day on TV right now and like I decided to not be insane and to not fully watch it (since a xmas rewatch is more than enough pain)

but man EVEN HALF WATCUHHING I AM IN FUCKING AOGONY

[rebelriotsposts]

This is something everyone from a fandom can relate to.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

GANG!!

I have FINALLY finished #39 part 2!! 

It’s 11k (😱) so I’ll be splitting it into part 2 and 3 instead of just part 2, and posting them separately (part two will be with you tomorrow (17/05/22) and part three will follow on after a few days). It’s all still in need of some serious editing, but it’ll be here before you know it!! Stick with me Gang!! I love you all so much!!!

[fic-rec-time]

Enchanted to Meet You

by the_oncoming_stormageddon

BBC Merlin/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 1,517

Merlin imagined the whole Arthur-discovering-his-magic thing to go plenty of different ways. What he didn't expect was for Arthur to start demanding that Merlin take off the love spell he apparently put on Arthur.

Title taken from "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift

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Funny and cute. I love how Gauis is involved in this. Denial ain’t just a river, Arthur!