Back on my it would be HILARIOUS if Merlin dates someone for a loooooong time some centuries after Arthur's death and that someone is immortal and it drives Arthur INSANE because they are in good terms and are not afraid to show affection (basically Merlin being like : I'm 1557 years old for Gods sake. I can and will be affectionate with my besties)
What if Merlin has an inside joke/game with his friends group where they randomly say dramatic movie/serie/book quote to each other and Arthur does NOT know that they are joking
Merlin's vampire ex : I told you 🙄 you never listen to me
Merlin : You are right, I'm sorry
Arthur : *doesn't know why but has a bad feeling about this* *suspicious glare*
Merlin, *put a hand on his ex's shoulder and use all of his acting skill* from now on, what you say to me, what you do for me, I’ll remember all of it—I won’t forget a single thing.
Merlin : You’re really great. I like you.
Merlin : Or in other words, I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can’t leave you, I whatever you.
The Knights who aren't on the joke either : 0.0
Merlin : I just really like you so much. I don’t want anyone but you—it can’t be anyone but you.
Meelin and his vampire ex : *look at each other dramatically*
Merlin and his vampire ex : *go back to talking like nothing happened* so as I was saying Janet is adopting a new cat and—
*Litteraly the next day*
Merlin, holding soup : You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you.
Arthur, in the background : *choking on his tea*
Merlin : You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.
Merlin's 809 years old bestie : *tears in her eyes & muffling her sob* (laughing at Arthur's face)
Merlin : My affections and wishes have not changed. But one word from you will silence me for ever.
The Knights, Gwen & Arthur, looking at Merlin's vampire ex and being speechless at Merlin behaviour :
Merlin's vampire ex : *chilling*
Merlin : lf, however, your feelings have changed... ...I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me,body and soul, and I love..I love... I love you.
His friend : come on merlin you are not even trying to be original *sobbing* (laughing) *take the soup from Merlin's hand*
Arthur : EXCUSE ME!?!
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MERTHUR - BLOODLUST (a Merthur AU where Merlin is a vampire and a sorcerer, living under a roof with Arthur, who knows about his secrets. The prince left the family castle after a fallout with his father, who hates all supernatural creatures. Uther let his demon hunters terrorize the entire town. The friendship between the prince and the vampire stems from the night Arthur left the castle. Wasted, he ended up in a dark alley, where he would almost get killed by a bunch of werecreatures if it weren't for Merlin, who protected him and took him in until he sobered up. Since that night, they have looked after each other and tried to deal with their growing feelings for each other.)
"Holy Christ, you are bleeding!" Worried, Arthur dropped to his knees beside Merlin, who groaned as he applied pressure to the nasty gash in Merlin's side. Not because of the pain, but Arthur smelled delicious. Merlin's eyes focused on the throbbing vein in his friend's neck. Merlin wanted nothing more than to grab him by his silky blond hair and drag his throat to his mouth. Merlin's jaw ached as his fangs snapped free. Arthur's eyes widened. Of course he knew his friend was a vampire. Only, until today he'd never seen him like this. Usually, Merlin was a master in disguising his true identity.
Merlin felt his undead life draining from him as he cast a pleading look at his friend. "Please help me inside."
"Merlin, I..."
"Please."
Arthur never did what Merlin asked, and Merlin never said please. So that was a night of firsts. Arthur's heartbeat thundered in his chest as he grabbed him under his armpits to drag him over the threshold. Merlin could hear it but also smelled the blond's angst.
"Tell me what to do," Arthur said, ready to pull up his sleeve. Another first.
God, this man would die for him. Merlin shook his head. "I would kill you my noble friend in my current state, because you can't stop me from drinking. I would drain you to the very last drop." Shame barely broke through his thirst, as he licked his lower lip, teasing the tip of his fangs with his tongue. "There is blood in the freezer," Merlin whispered.
On his way to the kitchen Arthur almost tripped over his own feet. The artificial glow of the freezer light illuminated his silhouette that was wrapped in a cloud of condensation. Merlin's vision blurred. The next thing he knew, Arthur was shoving a bag of blood into his face. Every instinct in his undead body screamed to drag Arthur down and suck him dry. God, he smelled delicious, the warmth emanating from his body was more than tempting. Compared to his friend the packaged blood smelled like garbage.
Merlin tried to lift his arms. Due to the loss of blood his limbs disobeyed him. Humiliation paired with relief burned in Merlin's chest.
"Sorry, you have to feed me."
Raising one eyebrow, Arthur took the bag of blood, twisted the cap, and placed the nozzle in Merlin's mouth. Starving, Merlin closed his lips over it and also Arthur's fingers and sucked greedily. At the first burst of blood on his tongue, his hands shot up and he grabbed Arthur's wrists like a lifeline, forcing him into a half crouch as he swallowed. Merlin felt the energy flooding back into his body, counteracting the paralyses caused by the immense loss of blood. He didn't realize he was still sucking Arthur's fingers until the blond tried to pull his hand out of the crushing grip.
"Sorry," Merlin muttered, releasing his friend as his sanity returned.
Arthur sat back on his heels. He looked at his hands, unable to meet Merlin's gaze.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked before clenching his jaw, still not looking at the vampire.
Merlin sat up slowly and tugged the ruined vest and shirt out of the way to watch his wound closing. The torn skin changed its color from black to pink and finally white. The scar was barely visible and would have disappeared in a few hours.
"Obviously someone wanted me dead."
"Care to elaborate?" Arthur kept digging.
"I got stabbed by one of your father's man. One of those useless vampire hunters." Merlin made a dismissive gesture.
"How in the world did he know you were a ..."
Arthur trailed off, the unspoken word hanging in the air like the sword of Damocles. To this day, Arthur had never uttered the word vampire in Merlin's presence. Merlin couldn't tell if it was denial or fear that kept him from saying it. Either way, it hurt.
"I bit him."
Arthur's brows shot up to his hairline. "I beg your pardon. You did what? But you told me you don't bite people."
"Well, in his case ... He asked me to," Merlin clarified. Trying not to be insulted as Arthur leaned away from him. Because he didn't want Arthur to see the hurt look on his face, Merlin climbed to his feet, holding on to the wall to keep himself upright. His head swam.
Arthur remained kneeling in front of him. His hands were on his knees. It shouldn't have been sexy, but damn if he didn't look like a servant, his blond unruly hair tickling his forehead, his full lips slightly parted. If he wanted he could unbutton the fly of Merlin's trousers, slide his fingers into the crease of Merlin's boxers and wrap those sinful lips around his...
Merlin shook his head, banishing the bloodlust. Arthur wasn't interested in Merlin sexually, and the vampire decided not to act on his silly crush. He was relieved when Arthur finally stood and walked into the kitchen to toss the empty blood bag into the bin and wash his hands. Any distance he put between them was a blessing.
"Why in the world would anyone ask to be bitten?" Arthur tried to sound curious. Only, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his disgust.
"Because it feels good," Merlin offered.
Arthur gave him a skeptical look in return. "Seriously?"
Merlin snorted, "Dear friend, you are doing a helluva job making me feel like a monster. But then thinking about how easy it had been to tear this asshole apart, I probably deserve to feel like one."
"You could have enchanted him," Arthur suggested.
"Nope. Not with the amount of vervain in his system. I could smell the stank of it. Unfortunately, too late."
Arthur dropped the dish towel next too the sink.
"I don't get it. How could being bitten something worth craving for?"
Merlin sighed. Was he really about to have the vampire equivalent of "the talk" with his oblivious flatmate? Merlin approached Arthur. The moment their eyes locked, the vampire knew that, yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. To be continued...
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Okay okay okay... so Merlin and Arthur
Since I have seen a few fics where Arthur is a vampire it made me think of one of the dynamics I had in my head for a while
Arthur is not a vampire but an alien instead, and Merlin is the vampire
Alien Arthur in a sense of like this fic which I adore its so fucking good it has me eating my walls
But if ya want to like make him more inhuman then go off, I won't say anything
Mostly, I'm just thinking like Merlin getting bored of human blood and Arthur waltz in and tasting like the equivalent of a raspado (I really fucking love raspados okay that's all I can think of rn)
Also, reverse makes me gigol jejejejeje
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