#reincarnated arthur pendragon

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I got to thinking about mythology and folklore (to absolutely no one’s surprise) and my brain came back to Merlin (also entirely unsurprising)

Merlin would probably know the origins of a lot of myths, right? It’d probably make for some interesting conversations when Arthur gets back.

Arthur, reading about myths and legends: Hey why are unicorns said to be mythical?

Merlin: You shot one and Anhora nearly poisoned you to fix it. I wasn’t about to let it happen again.

—

Arthur: Did you know there’s a monster in Lock Ness?

Merlin: she is not a monster! Aithusa is a total sweetheart. It’s not her fault everyone got grumpy about the existence of dragons.

—

Arthur: Did you know about all the missing shipwrecks here?

Merlin: the first few stories were warnings. I can’t stop people wondering into gateways to other realms. It’s their own stupidity.

—

There’s definitely others but I need sleep.

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Merlin: You're a vampire.

Vampire Arthur: *smirks* Yes.

Merlin: *loud tired sigh* Oh my god that's lame as fuck.

Vampire Arthur: *offended* Excuse me? I'll have you know—hey wait!

Merlin: I'm going home. Go bother someone else.

Vampire Arthur: *curious* You...don't seem surprised or frightened.

Merlin: *ignoring Arthur as he continues walking*

Vampire Arthur: *following close behind* Have we met before?

Merlin: *stops walking, looks over his shoulder at Arthur* Once upon time we did.

[gyrhs]

This is part of a comic inspired by the preview of Viking Valhalla where Bradley James appears, it’ll be a crossover comic with Merlin, but who knows when it’ll be ready, so, anyway, Viking!Bradley

[sunsetcurveauto]

ORESTES: Where have I seen you before?

MOIRA: In a dream.

ORESTES: A thousand years ago.

— Euripides (trans. Anne Carson)

[hannahhook7744]

Merlin fans!

What songs make you think of Modern Merlin/Merlin Reincarnation fics.

Leave suggestions with artists down in the comments down below.

Especially if said songs could be taken as platonic!

Girlie here needs some musicial inspiration for her modern Merlin series.

Songs I got so far:

"The one that got away" by Katy Perry.

"You got a friend in me" by Randy Newman.

"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.

"See You Again" by Wiz Khalifa.

"Castle on the Hill" by Ed Sheeran.

"Don't You Worry Child" by Swedish House Mafia.

"I Lived" by OneRepublic.

"Brother" by Kodaline.

"Centuries" by Fall Out Boy.

"Time is an Illusion" by Rebecca Sugar.

"I Remember You" by Rebecca Sugar.

"A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri.

"Coming Home" by Diddy.

"Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots.

"Dead Hearts" by Stars.

"House of Memories" by Panic! at the Disco.

"Counting Stars" by OneRepublic.

"Warriors" by Imagine Dragons.

"Thnks fr th Mmrs" by Fall Out Boy.

"Long Live" by Taylor Swift.

Enjoy this Modern Merlin fic regarding Will I wrote:

William of Ealdor No More.

[hyrules-sleepiest-knight]

Does this…

REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING????????

[mababwionarts]

Chapters: 6/10 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Mature

They laid Gwaine down on the examiner’s bed and the doctor quickly went to wash his hands before putting gloves on. As he returned, he would not look Arthur in the eyes and instead focused on Gwaine with a laser like intensity and began his preliminary examination.

“How well can you see right now?”

Gwaine’s eyes were foggy and disoriented, staring up at the doctor with a look of bewildered confusion. “I don’t — quite believe — what I’m seeing.” Then the fool smiled a dopey grin and said, “Hello, handsome.”

The doctor laughed, peeling away the jacket and lifting up Gwaine’s shirt to get a better look. “Not too well, then. Hello yourself. Do you have a habit of running into the woods and getting infectious injuries?”

“Only when there are hot doctors around to treat me.”

Arthur coughed, loudly. “Weren’t you dying a couple minutes ago?”

Gwaine’s head swivelled offended to stare at him. “Am I dying? That explains the angel then.”

“Good lord,” Arthur grumbled. “Maybe just put him out of his misery.”

[acciohanbrough]

Arthur: Were you born a witch or was that by choice ?

Merlin : Were you born a prick or was that a choice ?

[queensilber]

Henry and Alex are the reincarnations of Merlin and Arthur. Fight me on it, I dare you.

[halfateabag]

fanfic prompt #1 Avengers/merlin crossover

One man falls to his death in an icy ravine from a running train but ends up in a living hell.

But was he the only one unfortunate enough to end up in the clutches of HYDRA?

Merlin waits for Arthur to return. Centuries pass, and finally, the Second World War is on them. Merlin has the highest of hopes that this would be Arthur's moment, but the Triple Goddess decides to screw with him again and no one came out of the lake. After the war is won, depressed and tired of living with Arthur, Merlin gives up and purges his own magic so he can finally die.

Wandering through Europe waiting for death, Merlin gets captured by HYDRA who wants him for his magic now that the tesseract is gone. But Merlin's powers are gone, but his captors don't believe him.

HYDRA believes that Merlin is hiding his powers deliberately, and decides that the only way to gain access to the true legend of Merlin is to make the legend their own Asset.

(Basically where I desperately want to read a Winter solider!Merlin fic and Arthur fighting him on a bridge.)

[pendragonsclotpole]

Merlin Season 5 AU! See end for inspo!

They arrive in Camelot to the news of Mordred’s death. For the first three days of their return, Merlin fixates on the demise of Arthur’s bane more than he does on the significance of Mordred’s death. Mordred’s absence lifts the heavy burden of destiny off of Merlin’s shoulders for the first time in years. He can rest easy, breathe better, live contentedly in the realization that while Morgana remains, Arthur is now free from the curse of his bane.

It takes him weeks to wonder what this might mean for the decision made by Arthur. He is rightfully taken by surprise when one morning, Arthur awakes long before him and presents him with an even longer scroll over breakfast. It is an act to repeal the ban on magic. It legalizes certain forms of magic automatically, presents a drafted proposal for a hierarchical system to police wayward sorcerers, and provides a place on the Council for a Court Sorcerer. The details are so meticulously outlined that Merlin knows deep in his heart Gaius helped Arthur write them. Merlin’s hardly realized he’s crying when Arthur’s arms wrap around and he’s blowing snot into the King’s doublet. He mouths his apologies even as Arthur rubs a comforting hand on his back and whispers back reassuring I knows, and it’s alrights.

In the end, they fulfill the prophecy. Camelot’s golden age lasts for decades. Arthur’s territories grow, and his people thrive, and Merlin stands by his side throughout it all. Magic flourishes. Camelot thrives. Arthur lives and ages. Merlin lives and ages. Arthur dies.

It takes decades. Their bodies grow weak their knees get knobby, (Merlin grows a beard of respectable length much to Arthur’s dismay and annoyance) but eventually Merlin finds Arthur’s body the morning after Arthur’s 96th birthday. It is early enough that none of the servants have arrived to tend to their fire. Merlin, with hands now nearly as wrinkled and gnarled as Arthur’s face, uncorks the vial he’s carried around his waist since the day of Arthur’s first collapse, and swallows whole the concoction within it. The poison takes a few minutes to activate, but by the time he hears footsteps down the hall, Merlin can feel the poison painlessly traveling up his veins and clouding his vision. He smiles, content and sure in the thought that when he awoke next it would be to Arthur’s smiling visage.

He wakes up hours later to Arthur’s cold, sightless blue eyes in the crypts of Camelot. They are alone, about to be placed in stone. For a moment, Merlin thinks he’s merely in the in-between or perhaps brought back as a ghost. He closes his eyes and wills his soul to venture elsewhere. He wills it so much he says nothing as he’s lifted into the walls and entombed beside Arthur. There is something insidiously macabre in seeing your soulmate rot beside you as you desperately attempt to force death to take you. Throughout the process, Merlin absentmindedly thinks if Arthur’s eyes were not cursed to be sightless forevermore the former King would be staring at him with disappointment. I’m sorry, Merlin tells Arthur repeatedly. The apologies peter out when Merlin attempts to die by gouging out his own eyes. He hypothesizes for a few days that the more pain he can elicit, the closer he gets to Arthur. He stops increasing the pain after escalating his to disembowelment and then ceases his attempts to bring about his own death completely after blowing up his body only succeeds in speeding up the decomposition of Arthur’s body. The explosion is both a blessing and a curse. The instant incineration is painless and removes the horrible byproducts and odors of a rotting corpse, but it also leads to Merlin’s eventual resignation. Try as he might, he cannot join Arthur—not even in the presence of their shared crypt.

When he finally pulls himself away from the skeletal remains of Arthur’s frozen and once gnarled hands and musters the force to blast out from the crypt, two months have passed. The body he leaves behind sealed in the crypts is no longer Arthur Pendragon. Arthur Pendragon has left this world. Merlin should have left it with him and now he must find out why he remains, perniciously. There is only one person he can turn that will have this knowledge. Merlin runs to the nearest field and screams out for Kilgharrah. The dragon’s arrival shakes the entire earth around them, but even Merlin can see the weakness in the creature’s movements as he lands.

“So even you are not immune to old age, old friend.” Merlin says. Kilgharrah’s golden eyes look muted in the daylight, and pieces of his scales flake off into the ground.

“You will find only one of us is immune to death by old age, Emrys. And it is not I.”

“What do you mean?” Merlin’s anger gets the best of him. He is confused and hurt and humiliated and alone and deprived of his last wish. He has no room for ambiguities or cruelties. “Have I not fulfilled my destiny? Have I not earned my place of rest?”

“You cannot rest. You are Magic itself. For as long as there is magic in this realm, you will exist in this realm.”

Merlin lets the words rest on the wind for a few seconds before letting them stew and fuel his anger.

“So that’s it then? Years of toiling under the weight of prophecy, decades of laboring to maintain the Golden Age I sacrificed my very being for, and this is how it ends?” Merlin takes a shuddering breath. “You said we were meant to be two sides of the same coin, that are destinies are intertwined. Why is he gone and why am I still here?”

“Arthur is the Once and Future King, Merlin. When the need of Albion is at its greatest, he will return. You are the very essence of Magic. For as long as this realm needs magic, you must remain as magic’s stalwart defender and guardian.” Perhaps realizing the cruelty of his words, Kilgharrah issues one last prophecy. “Do not despair, Merlin. In truth, you achieved the best of all possible outcomes. In another life, Mordred might have lived for longer and Arthur’s death fulfilled decades earlier in place of your true destiny. You received a temporary peace instead. When Arthur returns, he will bring about the end of magic and your death with it.” Then, with a weariness Merlin recognized only in himself, Kilgharrah pulled back his wings and departed.

Merlin never sees him again. It is for the better. It takes Merlin three centuries to forgive the dragon for never pointing out what Merlin himself should have seen. It takes another five before he stops trying to die.

They had achieved everything. Two sides of the same coin, and yet when the story ended, it amounted to nothing.

Arthur died because Arthur was mortal.

Merlin is Magic. Merlin is immortal. Merlin cannot die.

@sneakyboymerlin I blame you for this. Inspired by this amazing post:

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Headcanon that Merlin saved a lot of stuff from Camelot for when Arthur returned.

Including Arthur’s favourite wine.

But, with everything else that he was dealing with, he overlooked the fact that wine ages.

So when Arthur gets back and Merlin gets all his things out of storage, he and Arthur get way too drunk on one glass of wine each.

Like, unreasonably extremely pissed kind of drunk.

They both swear off alcohol forever after that

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Merlin: You want me to do what?

Vampire Arthur: Go as my date? Just for one night.

Merlin: Okay...Arthur you got a shifty look about you now.

Vampire Arthur: [coughs] Well you see, since it's Halloween, we'd be in costume, obviously I'll be a vampire King and you my dear will be dressed...in this! [Holds up a lovely black and red gothic dress] Fit for a queen! [Smiles, fangs showing]

Merlin: [smacks forehead] You are insufferable.

[tinyavenuesailor]

Reincarnation Fic Idea

We usually get reincarnation fics from Arthur and Merlin’s perspective but I think it would be funny to see it from everyone else’s perspective. 

As soon as Arthur wakes up and rises from the lake it triggers everyone’s memories of the past lives, Gwen, Morgana, Lance, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Mordred, Elyan. Cue guilty Morgana and redemption arc. Morgana devises a plan to bring them all together and while they are understandably unhappy to see her, she informs them that the reason they must have regained their memories is that Arthur must have risen from Lake Avalon.

Cue panic when they realize that an Arthur from 1500 years in the past is wondering around in the modern day world looking for Camelot. 

Gwen: He must be so scared. He’s out there looking for a Camelot that no longer exists!

Gwaine: If he’s not in a mental hospital. Going around saying I’m King Arthur of Camelot with steel armor and a sword doesn’t scream sane.

Leon: I hope he hasn’t attacked anyone. God, what if he’s in jail.

Elyan: He’ll have food in a mental hospital or jail at least.

Gwen: He has no money, no food, no home, no family! We have to find him!

They go on a search while running into multiple shenanigans and learning how much they relied on Merlin while they are all worried sick for Arthur.

Meanwhile, because Merlin had hundreds of years to prepare for this and is on top of everything

*At Merlin’s farmhouse in Wales* 

Arthur: *lying on his and Merlin bed in a robe, his hair clipped back, face mask on, legs kicking back and forth in the air, eating popcorn while watching period dramas*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ?

[amidnightjen]

Arthur came home for Christmas, just as he did every year since leaving for university and then his job in London. That was fine, expected, she was happy to have her son home again. What wasn’t expected was that for the first time he hadn’t come alone.

He’d come home with a man.

Her son who had never shown an interest in men (as far as she knew, and she’d known every time he fancied a girl), had come home with a man. And a strange one at that.

His name was Merlin and he was…strange. He made her son strange. Whispered conversations cut off when someone entered the room, a full blown argument in a language she couldn’t even identify, the constant touching which seemed grounded in a need for reassurance.

She didn’t understand any of it. Didn’t understand what had happened to her beautiful son to make his eyes so haunted or his smile harder to come by, but as she watched him in the garden (never mind the freezing cold), as he stared with soft eyes at Merlin (who didn’t even know he was being watched, his eyes focused on the night sky), she thought it didn’t much matter that she didn’t know, not now, not yet, because she’d never seen her son so in love.

Never seen him so grounded in a single moment.

[teefscrubz]

NEW MERTHUR AU ALERT !!!

Sure, for a couple hundred years of immortality, Merlin was able to occupy himself with a variety of hobbies, people and experiences, but nowadays (as in, the past few thousand years) he's just been so....well, bored.

Having a good year or two is nothing but a blip when spanned across thousands of years of depression and loneliness, after all.

But recently, Merlin has found a new past time—Something he never before considered, not really finding much interest in such a boisterous activity, and yet here he is, a professional in the field.

Illegal street racing.

Here Merlin was, glorious wind in his hair, earphones blasting music as he swerved a corner, his sleek red car (proudly named 'Excalibur', because who was Merlin if not a creature of habit?) smoothly sailing the roads with ease, leant back comfortably in his seat with the windows down. Sure, the air was cold, but it felt so damn good on his face. It always did.

It reminded him of riding horses back in Camelot. The open road; Merlin missed being able to venture as far as he wanted across wooded land. Not that Arthur ever let him, of course.

Merlin is brought back to the race at hand when he crosses the finish line, twisting the wheel and letting Excalibur skid to a stop. He climbs out, preparing to bow as per usual; he expects to be greeted by the usual roar of applause—Merlin insists he never uses magic to win a race, but the recognition does feel damn good. Even if racing was starting to lose the adrenaline filled fun for him by now.

Except the crowds aren't cheering for him. Instead, he turns to see a car already waiting for him; impossible, Merlin ALWAYS wins, after all. He's had too much practice.

But there is a flash of blonde hair climbing out of the battered old black car, a tattered thing that surely couldn't have won against him and yet somehow escaped even his attention. Merlin's eyes follow as the blonde man rises to his full height, turning with a bright grin and waving to the cheering crowds, only for his smile to fade when his gaze lands on Merlin.

Merlin feels winded, a ludicrous laugh of surprise tearing from his chest.

"Emrys," The blonde man smirks, making his way forwards to offer a hand, "I'm a big fan. Honoured to have beaten you today—The name's Arthur Pendragon. The crowds call me the King."

"You clotpole." Merlin chuckles, ignoring Arthur's hand out of disbelief. "You absolute prat. You're back."

"It appears so. Err—Back from where?"

Gods, he's just as stupidly handsome as he was the day they fought at Camlann. Finally, Arthur has risen. Finally, Merlin smiles.