#ultimusdracodominus

[m-bardbattled]

❝ merlin... do you mean to tell me that all this is because you’re sleeping with arthur? ❞   she almost can’t believe he’s been so worked up about it. it isn’t as if she wasn’t aware that something was going on between the two of them - she pays attention, particularly to her friends, of which merlin is her closest. he’s been acting jumpier about this so-called secret than she had acted before she confided in him about her magic. his laughter is contagious, though, and her own bubbles to the surface as she finally processes the exact words he’d used. ponging the prince. honestly, merlin.   ❝ he won’t, unless you tell him you said it. he won’t hear it from me. ❞   keeping secrets is a skill she’s honed since going on the run, and since taking refuge in borders that were not friendly to people like her.

continued        ♡        @ultimusdracodominus​.

[shadow-king-club]

@ultimusdracodominus

AU Past lives on Ink

A bright sunny-yellow taxi was a luminous dot in the foggy-drizzly day. Driving up slowly to the curb coming to a complete stop. Stepping out was Dr. Reid wearing a pale lavender button-up with a soft blue sweater vest.

A Special agent from the behavior analysis unit in Washington D.C. Somehow magically found the time from running on cases. To see his favorite author about one of his favorite subject Camalot.

After politely paying for the ride. Days of planning all come to this moment. Luck was in his side today. The professor stepped out of the taxi onto the wet pavement.

Looking up over the larger building sighing. Holding back the anxiety. Clutching the novel in his hand. Well worn and read through many times. Even though he had an eidetic memory. Something about the books kept the nightmares away. Soothing his soul.

All of a sudden his phone rang. The doctor found himself in the pouring down rain on his way to the end of the quest. Pausing in the damp day to answer a phone call in the real life. Letting the droplets fall from his mocha locks.

[bottlechaos]

@ultimusdracodominus continued

Yennefer rest her head upon Merlins shoulder, violet eyes looking down to the book he was rereading. At the question she turned her gaze to look at the young Warlock "Mm.. No not at all" She responded "although you do know that the best way to learn these things is by doing them?" She spent hours in a room being taught spells by doing them over and over, it was only the botany that she had to study for. "You're the greatest warlock of our time, I hardly think you need to re read this" The mage mused. She was quite comfortable with Merlin, enough to rest her head upon his shoulder in an affectionate manner.

[thewonderingsorceress]

@ultimusdracodominus​ liked for a holiday starter~ 

There was a bunch of preparations for the celebration, which included in the kitchen, and meant that the food was late and was less tasty than the food that was being cooked and smelled lovely- so Ella may have pinched one of the small birds and some rolls. 

She was sitting in a more deserted hallway, sitting on the sill of the window looking at the snow, she turned when she heard foot steps. She didn’t try to hide the food instead she, instead she offered a cheeky smile and offered a roll out, “I will share if you promise to keep this a secret.”

[rawbutprecious]

continued from x for @ultimusdracodominus

Tears ran down Merlin’s face, he was feeling off today and Arthur could tell. After he confronted him, which was not a good day to do so… he had just dealt with watching Balinor die, he was all up in his emotions. His blue orbs locked on the prince’s own. Not knowing how he felt, he popped out the only response he could. “I have magic, Arthur… but I only use it for you…It’s been you. Always you.” It came out as a whisper. He knew the blonde might not like his admission, but he couldn’t keep it a secret from him any longer. His feelings were too much. Waiting for him to alert the guard and send him away to stocks, he held his breath.

Seeing Merlin cry ranked as one of the most dreadful things Arthur ever witnessed. How dare anyone create such grief in the heart of that gentle soul? It didn’t seem right. No! it wasn’t right. Merlin took care of him so many times. Right then, the crowned Prince returned the favor to the best of his abilities. Brushing tears away was something he learned from his father. As a small boy, Arthur woke from nightmares. Every time Uther sat at his bedside and dabbed them with his thumb. 

His hand dropped away at the revelation. Arthur stepped back - just a half step (for most them would barely notice the movement - and sized the raven-haired man up for size. His eyes traveled from the tip of Merlin’s hands to his feet and up to his knees before settling on Merlin’s lips. Arthur couldn’t quite look merlin in the eye. “You lied to me,” he rasped, jaw clenching to the point his cheek pulsed with tension. “You...you hid from me. I thought I could trust, Merlin, but I don’t know you. Not the real you. I always assumed there was something about you. I never imagined that. How long have you been learning?” 

[dhampirslays]

@ultimusdracodominus​ His brows quirked. Merlin felt bad because he didn't get the reference. The warlock really needed to read more of those books he planned on getting into too. Harry Potter was one of them, but the list he had was long. Writing his own novels took up his free time and often he got lost while typing them out. "I know I am, but I prefer magically inclined."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ Just so it’s out there, I’m severely disappointed. ❜ Jo snorted, voice light, indicating that the sentence was spoken jokingly ― although, there WAS a slight offense that Merlin, being a writer, was not familiar with the Harry Potter reference. It was a book about witchcraft, and he was a sorcerer ! It should have been like. . . reading an autobiography or something. Turning her head to look at him, however, a well manicured brow arched in amusement before altogether pressing the tip of her fingers together, as if readying for a debate. ❛ Merlin, you quite literally commanded a whole ass DRAGON and have made it to the HISTORY BOOKS of the occult, okay, I think you’ve moved a tad further from MAGICALLY INCLINED. ❜ 

[arthur-rex]

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[triagenera]

cont. with @ultimusdracodominus​ from x

Dark  brows  creased  slightly  at  the  other  who  approached  him.  Since  being  in  New  York  and  being  away  from  his  home  of  London,  he  met  all  sorts  of  people.  Crossing  his  arms,  the  warlock  tried  to  grasp  what  she  was  talking  about.  "If  someone  is  after  you.  I  don't  know  if  I  am  the  right  person  to  help...  I'm  just  a  simple  novel  writer."  A  lie.  A  big  one.  Was  she  one  of  Joyce's  friends?  Maybe,  but  she  mentioned  no  others.

                    ��  You  and  I  both  know  that’s  not  the  case  ―  I  can  feel  you’re  magical.  ��  The  tribrid  whispered,  voice  similar  to  a  hiss,  spoken  dangerously  low,  as  if  to  attract  all  the  less  attention  she  could;  for  if  the  people  set  out  to  find  her  actually  did  find  her,  it  was  game  over  ―  for  herself  and  probably  everyone  else  in  the  world.  ❛  Please,  I  can  give  you  money  if  that’s  what  you  want  !  Just,  let  me  in  and  as  soon  as  the  coast  is  clear  you  will  never  have  to  see  me  again  in  your  life  !  ❜

[m-bardbattled]

maybe the real magic was the friends we made along the way ( or it could be the actual magic )     /     elsie + merlin.

@ultimusdracodominus .

[bottlechaos]

@ultimusdracodominus​

yennefer knew it was dangerous, but how could she not do anything ?? this was her people, even if she was quarter elven. “ I can’t risk arthur coming with us ” she admitted, no this had to be without him. “ if he knew of who i really was, my lineage .. i fear he would see me as something else. we both know he’s done it before, his ways with magic it’s tainted.” yennefer didn’t want to be banished from camelot and she certainly didn’t want her head removed, or to be burnt at the stake for that matter either. “ fuck it, i don’t know what to do .. i can’t do this without you merlin but i also can’t risk arthur coming with us ” 

[thewonderingsorceress]

+1

@ultimusdracodominus​

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”

[c0mplex-heroes]

@ultimusdracodominus​ CONTINUED FROM [X]

He swore he would never show his magic unless it was necessary, especially not in front of someone who did not know about his gifts. The bandits had circled them and outnumbered them greatly. Merlin had no choice if they wanted to live. Ástríce! He screamed loudly. His pale orbs turned to a golden hue as the spell activated causing all to be knocked off their feet and sent them flying into trees. Most were knocked out and the few others that scrambled to their feet went to run away. Turning towards Arianna, Merlin's eyes turned to normal. He did not know what to say or do. All he did was rush over to the knight to make sure she was not injured. Satisfied he drew her into a hug as he rested his head on her foreheads. "Please forgive me." He didn't know what else to say. If she turned him in he was as good as dead.

Panting, Arianna had her sword raised. A sliver of blood trickled down her head and she was littered with bruises, but still she stood. The knight refused to let this be it, even if the two of them were greatly outnumbered and likely wouldn’t survive. What was she to do? Then came a miracle, as Merlin performed his magic. Arianna could only watch in wonder and shock as the bandits were throw away. Once they were all either unconscious or had fled, she turned to Merlin. For once she was speechless. Yet she was quick to return the hug, if nothing else but relieved that her friend was safe. Rest her forehead against his, Arianna closed her eyes. 

“Why would you need to apologize? You saved my life Merlin, thank you.” And there’s the answer he is probably searching for. Arianna doesn’t care about his magic. His secret was safe with her. A promise she’d surely make to him later. But for now, she hugged her friend tight - glad they were safe. 

[dhampirslays]

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[arthur-rex]

ultimusdracodominus + canon!arthur

Plotted starter // @ultimusdracodominus​

“The Prince’s manservant. Yeah, the scrawny one. The King’s just given the order for his arrest. What for? Beats me. I just follow orders.”

Arthur keeps his back to the castle wall. Listening intently. Less than half an hour ago, he had been out on the grounds, training his men. His father had apparently thought to catch both him and Merlin unawares. Separated, and without recourse to question the decision until it was already carried out.

Tutting under his breath, Arthur’s eyes narrow as he peers around a pillar of white stone, watching the two guards make their way towards the Court Physician’s chambers. Would Merlin be helping Gaius at this hour with his herbal remedies? Unlikely, since Arthur had rather fortuitously decided to instruct his manservant to clean his bedchamber and prepare a bath for his relaxation after putting the knights through their paces. Arthur still has time to warn Merlin of the danger he seems somehow to have landed himself in.

Taking a quicker route to his rooms, the prince breaks through the door, heart hammering as he scans the chamber for ay sign of the boy with his mop of dark curls, wide sardonic smile and a mix match of scruffy clothes a few sizes too big for him.

“Merlin?”

Arthur looks towards the hearth. It is well lit, as is the rest of the chamber with candles. Merlin knows how he likes to stay up late after washing to work through reports. Working too late often made the prince a terrible man to rouse in the mornings, however. Arthur chews on his lower lip, wondering where the clotpole has got to. A loud bang of a closing cabinet door behind him turns his head.

“Merlin! Excellent, you were just setting aside my clothes for tomorrow’s council session weren’t you? Put them in a separate bag, and make sure you grab a few of those apples on the table as well. You’re leaving. Tonight. Take it-”

Striding forward and gripping the other man’s arm, Arthur hauls Merlin across, picking up a leather backpack as he does so. A set of Arthur’s clothes, tunic, breeches and belt are thrust inside. So too is the fruit, acting as meagre rations. Hands reach out and snatch a small blanket lying folded up on the coverlet of Arthur’s bed to strap down on top of the travel pack.

A change of clothes, food and a blanket for the night while Merlin went on the run. It’s not a lot, but it’s the most Arthur can offer at such short notice.

Aware of his manservant’s confusion (well it had to be confusion, right?) Arthur lowers his voice, tone laced with concern.

“You’re under arrest Merlin. For what reason I can’t fathom, but I can hazard a guess that you’ve managed, yet again, to do something exceptionally foolish. Did you say something out of turn to my father’s guest? You know the Sarrum does not take insults, even subtle ones, well.”

Manhandling his servant even further, Arthur spins the boy around, making sure the backpack goes over his shoulders. Merlin still hasn’t been able to get a word in edgeways, but that’s because Arthur’s panicking. He knows they don’t have much time.

Not if he plans to get Merlin out before the order for his arrest is made city-wide.

[reverxnce]

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      contented.

           accomplished, you rest, knowing you have earned this long sleep.

[m-bardbattled]

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