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Merlin: I told Arthur his ears flush when he lies.
Gwen: Why?
Morgana: Hey Arthur! Are you in love with Merlin?
Arthur, covering his ears: No.
Gwen: Well… I just lost a bet.
Morgana: Yes! Twenty minutes of head scratches!
Merlin, belatedly realising what Arthur just said: Wait, what?
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Morgana: why are you following Arthur?
Merlin: because we’re dating now [like he didn't before]
Gwen: okay… what about Gwaine?
Gwaine: we’re a package deal
Merlin: buy one idiot, get one free
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ambriel-angstwitch · 8 months
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Merlin: That's ridiculous. Arthur doesn't have a crush on me!
Gwen: Yes he does.
Morgana: Yes he does.
Arthur: Yes I do.
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dryadalisliv · 9 months
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Merthur ao3 recs
The trouble with Daisies 23.4k words
Merlin is just settling into his new role as Court Sorcerer and trying to figure out where he's exactly standing with Arthur when he finds himself adopting a dog completely by accident.
A dog who seems to hate the king with a burning passion.
Arthur is far from amused.
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The moon stays warped in silence 12.6k words
"What is wrong with me Ma?" asks little Merlin his mother. "What is wrong with me?" asks Arthur Pendragon to the moon. About monsters and their hearts and how they love life so much that it hurts.
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Little ones 14.5k words
“Did you just say you found two children in Arthur’s bed, Merlin?” Gaius gave him The eyebrow. Or, when two children who look weirdly similar to Merlin and Arthur appear in the prince's chambers, they have to find out where they came from. In which secrets get revealed, families founded and chaos ensues!
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Sunny in Camelot 14.6k words
"Merlin," Uther says, "For your alleged crimes, I would normally sentence you to death by fire. But, because my son has requested it… I have granted you a fair trial. All witnesses and involved parties shall state their cases, and then a verdict will be reached. Is this understood?"
"Yes sire."
"Now you will each tell me, in your own account, what on earth happened this week."
"Your majesty, it all began Tuesday…"
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The Hunt for Red Emrys 27.9k words
King Arthur sets out to keep his promise to the spirit of the Druid boy by repealing his father's ban on magic. Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, for reasons including but not limited to the following:
(1) He can't change the law until he understands magic better, but no sorcerer is willing to explain magic to him until he changes the law;
(2) The sorcerers all have some strange obsession with Merlin, which is awakening all sorts of feelings in Arthur that he really doesn't fancy examining too closely;
(3) He is starting to feel like the butt of some Druid-population-wide inside joke involving the mysterious phenomenon called Emrys; and
(4) Oh yeah, Morgana is still trying to kill him.
Thus he embarks on a journey of discovery, diplomacy, accountability, and self-improvement, and maybe even falls in love along the way.
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Forgotten Memories 8k words
Relying on pure luck and Merlin’s inexistent ability to keep a secret was not working any longer. So, Merlin figured better to be prepared and memorized a spell that could erase short-term memories. Honestly, he’d meant it as an emergency protocol, he had no idea how he’d become so careless that he needed it so often. It wasn’t his fault Arthur seemed to be paying way too much attention to him lately. Look, Merlin was just trying to survive while protecting his prince, he hadn’t done anything to deserve all this stress!
Or the 5 times Merlin erased Arthur’s memory of his magic and the 1 time he let him remember.
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The Laughter From the Next Room 24.5k words
A small ball hovered in her hand, shining with a silver-blue light. It floated there, getting brighter and brighter before dimming again. Wisps of cloud swirled at its center. It was pure magic. And the breath was stolen from Arthur’s lungs. “I thought you’d recognize it. He said it was warm. He said it reminded him of home.”
It has been one year since Merlin's death when Arthur meets Morgana on the battlefield. Somehow, between all the guilt and shame, he discovers that his sister knew Merlin better than he ever did - and ever would.
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( actually one of the best fics i have ever read, and it made me sob and ugly cry, my god!)
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earlgreyinpajamas · 3 months
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do you have any fics where there’s a visiting knight/lord and they hurt merlin w protective arthur? it’s one of my favs lately 😩
The Wrong Idea by justiceformerthur
A visiting royal gets handsy, and Arthur gets upset.
Arthur could correct him, but he doubles down instead, driving the message home. “He’s mine,” he snarls.
~~~ sexual harassment is hurting someone in my books and it was rather satisfying to have arthur put him in his place
2. Bathed in Shadows by justiceformerthur
The knight grasps Merlin’s hair, cracks his head against the table, but then suddenly he’s gone, and Merlin wonders if he’s imagining it, if his body is shutting down and just not feeling anymore. He sinks to the ground and flips over, shaking, to see the knight on his knees, a sword at his throat, and holding the sword—
Arthur, red in the face, eyes wild. When he speaks, his voice is dangerously calm.
*Warning for a violent physical assault & attempted sexual assault*
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i am equally as pissed as arthur that that man didn't get punished more than that, but i just know that when arthur is king, that little bugger is going to get what's coming for him
3. in the arms of your protection (darling, i am yours to hold) by stolenstars 
Merlin knows it’s better him than anyone else - it’s the mantra he repeats like a lifeline with every aching step he takes up the endless stairs in the castle, bones protesting and bruises littering his mauled chest. It’s better him than Gwen, he thinks, hands shaking as Arthur hands him off to Lord Something-Or-Other, known for whipping his servants into submission. It’s better him than the laundry girls, barely older than ten, trembling in fear as Sir Newest Knight throws a predatory gaze like a promise.
It’s better him. He has magic, so he could fight back, if need be. No one else has magic, so they couldn't fight back. It’s that simple.
(It’s really not)
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no because i love them so much in this fic it's insane they are so soft and so cute ahhhh
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odetoastar · 4 months
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merlin spoilers //
you know what i want??!!?!
a merlin fic where he HELPS morgana instead of trying to kill her
like. i want a fic where morgana STAYS good because merlin wasn't scared of how powerful she could be and actually helped her along
pls if anyone knows a fic like this tell me or let me know there isnt one so i can write it myself
(obviously merlin & morgana help each other get with arthur & gwen respectively)
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quinnoliver · 5 months
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Merlin: *sneezes*
Heath: Merlin? Should I call Gaius?
Merlin: oh no, it's ok. I just slept cold last night.
Heath: how?
Merlin: *blush* well, I, you know, then Arthur had to leave for some duty while I was asleep.
Heath: and Arthur didn't cover you in blankets?
Merlin: he was in a hurry.
Heath: oh no, that's not good enough. I'll call Daegal if you don't want to bother Gaius. I'll be right back.
Merlin: thanks. *Sneezes*
Later
Arthur: why's everyone mad at me? And why George? Where's Merlin?
Morgana: Merlin is sick thanks to someone.
Arthur: ......... Heath
Heath: too late, sire. The whole fanclub knows.
Arthur: what do you want?
Heath: *smiles* whatever Lady Morgana says
Arthur: ....you're very cruel.
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hopelessromantic5 · 2 months
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Love in All Its Forms
Merlin liked to think he knew quite a bit. He's all of twenty and four, now. He's learned so much information in the last three years, his head feels it might explode. Only the magic of the Earth itself still holding him together.
But there were always reasons to keep going. Camelot, her people, that needed protection. His family, his friends, Hunith, Gwen, Lance, Gwaine, Leon, Elyan. They've all become a part of him now.
Merlin also liked to think he knew a lot about love. He was easily capable of feeling a love that passes between two people. Each different than the last.
For example, the love between Gwen and her brother Elyan was that of a comrade, a brother in arms. They teased and poked and worried feircly. As opposed to the love that Merlin can see slowly growing between Gwen and Lancelot. Theirs is a quiet feeling. But no less intense. They communicate with silent looks and soft touches. When they are together, their eyes never dim.
In his mind, Merlin considers this oddity as just another power in his arsenal. He can see love before the lover's even notice. Like Gwaine and Percival, for instance.
Gwaine is…a complicated person. That may be the understatement of the century, but there are many things that Gwaine never lets see the light of day. A brave knight in the face of his own memories, out of neccesity. Merlin would try his damndest at the beginning to get any information out of him at all, about his past, or his hurt. But Gwaine insisted he was fine, and Merlin wouldn't want to hear it. That was, until Percival came along with Lancelot, and Gwaine bloomed like a flower in spring.
Percival was shy, something that Gwaine latched onto immidiately. He always had a thing for the quiet ones. The gentle giant favored hanging around the stables or the royal kennels, looking after dogs and brushing down the horses in his down time. Merlin has caught Gwaine watching Percival on more than one occasion, but said nothing. Never bringing attention to the unspoken connection they seem to have. After all, Merlin couldn't judge either of them a bit.
In a group setting, Gwaine was still his boistorous, frankly blunt self, and in turn, he pulled Percival out of his shell. They would huddle together in council meeting, or close in the tavern, whipsering about training, or gambling, or just their days. Merlin does try not to eavesdrop, but its nearly impossible when he can feel the waves of affection rolling off of them and out into the room, making everyone around them, unknowingly, softer.
Even Arthur.
Oh, god.
Arthur. King Arthur. The Once and Future King of Albion.
A royal, supercillois prat with a heart of gold and hair to match.
Anywhere he went, he arrived like the sun each morning. Beautiful and regal and breathtaking. Merlin nearly choked on it.
Morgana would call him a hypocrite, if she were here. She went to stay with the druids shortly following the death of Uther. After Arthur was settled into Kingship, she said her tearful goodbyes and promised to return in the winter for Yule.
Before leaving, she hugged Merlin fiercly and whispered into his shoulder "Take care of yourself. And him." He did not need to ask who 'he' was. "You're the only person in the world that makes him truly happy."
With that, she took her leave. Stepping away from a sad, shell-shocked Merlin.
"She will return soon, Merlin." The King's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and back into the royal chambers. How had he known what Merlin was thinking of?
"I know, sire." He nodded, resolute to not look at the King in his private, sleepy state. "I just miss her, is all."
"As do I." Came a quiet response. "She was always better at this part." He shuffled parchments on the desk. "The paperwork and the delegating."
"She would vehemenately disagree." Merlin chuckled lowly, still staring at the pile of clean clothes he has yet to sort.
"That she would." Arthur's voice sounds far away, which caused Merlin to look up at him, only to find the King watching him do absolutely nothing. He almost couldn’t breathe. His magic rising up in his throat any time Arthur looks his way, these days.
"Are you…" the golden King began, unsure. Merlin's eyebrows pinched slightly. "Do you and Morgana-"
"No!" He practically shouted into a very quiet room, causing him to flinch at his own blunder. "I mean… no." He tried again, calmer. "She is very beautiful and kind, but it's not like that. It's just that…" he sighed, looking down at that same pile of clothes, trying to find the right words.
"She's a high preistess. Extremely, naturally, powerful. While there are other magical users now in residence here, it's not quite the same. The druids and everyone, they all look to me as some kind of…" He trailed off.
"God." Arthur finished for him. "They see you as a god."
"Well, yes." To busy his hands, he finally began sorting different piles. "Morgana was someone with magic who understood that I am not, completely, the immortal of legend. She's been to Ealdor, she's seen where I used to put my hands into the Earth and grow vegetables in the winter so that we would not starve." He shrugged. "She was a nice collaborator to have, a friend."
"I'm sorry." Merlin snapped his neck to look over at Arthur, still behind his desk, but work long abandoned.
"Whatever for?"
"That you must seperate peices of yourself in order to exist in a certain place. That there are those who make you feel as if you aren't human, but some savior sent to magically fix every problem we have." Arthur shook his head slightly. "You are more than that."
This. This is what Merlin can never find the words for.
He knew what he felt for Arthur was love. But it seemed so above and beyond any love he's ever felt, he hesitated to label it such.
Yes, he would die for Arthur without ever thinking, he would throw himself down at Arthur's mercy should he ever fail him. But that was only one peice of it. That was the love he feels for his King, that was the loyalty attatched to his affection.
Another part of him, the part that sits quietly with Arthur in his chambers, the one that wakes a sleepy man every morning with much more fondness than is appropriate. It was just Merlin, that fell in love with just Arthur. His heart, his kindness.
That part of Merlin would destroy anything and everything to see Arthur happy. He would burn down the world.
This was what scared him.
"Am I?" Is all he can manage to get out, in a cottonmouth whisper.
"Of course, Merlin. You are what keeps this kingdom afloat. Not just because you defend Camelot from grave dangers, or keep the grain stores stocked for winter. But because your light seems to bleed onto others and make us all unbearably happy. We would all be miserable without you."
"We?" Merlin can't help but point out with a small, shying smile. "Including you, sire?"
Merlin saw, in the candlelight, as the King's cheeks turned a bright pink and he tore his eyes back down to his scattered desk. "Well I would certainly be miserable with George all the time."
The well put-together man only did half of the usual tasks given to a manservant of the King. Merlin woke Arthur, dressed him, served him breakfast. He attended him at feasts and every night, he readied the King for bed. No one was taking that from him, as far as he was concerned. Unless Arthur told him to go, he would be here, always by his side.
"Have no fear, your highness, I will always be here to save you from manservants with no personality."
"Thank the gods for that." Arthur said, all too serious.
Merlin tried to lighten the mood, with a small chuckle he asked "Did you honestly think that Morgana and I-"
The King cut him off, scrunching his eyes closed in embarasment. "Gods, I didn't know, okay? I knew you cared for her but I didn't know if it was more than-"
"It's not. I care for her as a sister. I care for her as you do."
Arthur smiled at him. "That is good to know." He tapped on the wooden surface of his desk with a finger, staring at the motion in thought. Merlin just watched him.
"So, you don't have your eye on anyone, at present?"
Merlin's brain froze still. How was he supposed to answer that? "I…wouldn't say that." He responded quietly, not looking away from Arthur's stark blue eyes.
Arthur seemed almost disappointed, but not surprised. "I thought as much." he said with smile that did not reach his eyes.
At Merlin's questioning look he said, "You're often daydreaming when I find you alone. With some dopey looking smile on your face." He tried to sound offhand when he asked, "Who's the lucky lady?"
Merlin decided, for once in his life, to be honest when asked a question. Looking at his feet once more, he responded. "Not a lady at all, actually." the man sighed, bereft. "A complete idiot that they somehow allowed to be King though he can't even dress himself most days. I don't know how the kingdom hasn't-"
His rambling was cut off once again by the King. But this time a completely different tactic was used.
The kiss was hungry, while Arthur's hold on him was gentle. As if he were afraid to break something precious.
They come up for air some minutes later, now grasping onto each other for dear life. "We should've done that ages ago." Arthur whispers into the air between them, causing a giddy laugh to ride up out of both of them.
Their love is like flowers growing up out of the frozen solid ground. Or a gust of cold air in the dessert.
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tamaha · 1 year
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Is there any fic where Arthur makes, like, a wish to a shooting star that he wants to have a life like anyone else and don’t want to be prince anymore and when he wakes up he’s no longer in his comfy spacious bed but in a rented room in an inn and the innkeeper just throws him out bc he’s already overstaying and Arthur is totally confused and laughed at when he says that he is prince of Camelot.
He learns that there is no prince of Camelot just a princess: Morgana. Who’s named sole heir bc Uther doesn’t have any other children.
And Arthur goes to the castle still to figure out what happened where he’s kinda bullied by some knights who Arthur recognised but they don’t.
He’s rescued by Merlin who’s Gaius apprentice still but also servant to princess Morgana and not afraid to call the knights out on their bullshit. Gwen is also her Maidservant but with different chores. More like Morgana’s training partner bc most male knights feel uncomfortable sparing with women. Morgana is a Knight, Gwen is not bc she no noble.
And Merlin had revealed himself to Morgana and they do magic together and help other sorcerers escape Uther’s grasp bc Magic is still outlawed.
Anyway, Arthur has it difficult to get used being a servant so Merlin helps him out to settle. And he learns eventually about his magic bc Arthur is sure he needs magic to get back to being prince, but gets involved with Merlin, Morgana and Gwen’s schemes.
Lance is around, maybe working as a guard and courting Gwen. Arthur meets Gwaine in an fightclub where they try make some money.
Leon is still first knight but not opposed to Princess Morgana fight and rather helps with training.
And then there’s like an attack on Camelot in which all our normal knights prove themselves worthy of knighthood and maybe Uther dies, Morgana becomes Queen, Arthur is now a knight, the ban on magic is broken, Merlin becomes Court Sorcerer and somehow Arthur doesn’t really want to get back to being prince or king of Camelot after all.
The end.
And yes Arthur and Merlin are definitely fucking.
Something like that?
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just--alex · 1 year
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Merlin prompt idea
So, everyone remembers this scene where Arthur catches Merlin bringing flowers to Morgana? And how later he tells Merlin that "king would have your head if he found out"?
JUST IMAGINE
Uther will actually find out
Morgana had one of her nightmares again and Merlin being a cute little cinnamon wants to support her and brings her flowers again but this time Uther sees him and immediately thinks that Merlin is trying to court his ward(daughter)
And he really goes mad and tries to spank/execute/punish Merlin
Arthur and Morgana don't want that, so they come up with a plan
Cause oBvIoUsLy it's Arthur and Morgana the ones who courting and Merlin simply delivered flowers from Arthur
Its sometime in 1-2s timeline, so they don't know that they siblings yet but Uther does
Can you imagine his reaction? Can you? 😂
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does anyone have any good merthur fics where arthur isnt emotionally constipated and it’s all fluffy and happy and morgana is good
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Arthur, walks in and falls face first onto the bed: Merlin made me feel things.
Morgana, too used to his bullshit: What things?
Arthur: Feelings.
Morgana: Merlin made you feel feelings?
Arthur: Yeah.
Morgana: Again?
Arthur: Yeah.
Morgana: How dare he.
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morganadeservedbetter · 5 months
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Merlin, when a plan goes wrong: My suicide mission's been cancelled. We're replacing it with a go-for-broke rescue mission.
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ambriel-angstwitch · 7 months
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Guinevere: So you know about your crush on Arthur?
Merlin: I don't have a "crush on Arthur"
Morgana: Oh right, you just want to date him and marry him and live with him forever
Merlin: It’s called admiration and respect
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weepingpeachdragon · 3 months
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The more I watch the more certain I get, there is absolutely no way our Morgana became that way naturally. I have brought up the theory that the same thing as what happened to Gwen happened to Morgana during that year she was gone. Rewatching now, the words she says to Merlin as she plants the Fomorrah in him also sounds awfully a lot like subtext—
“It will suck the life force out of you and everthing that makes you you will be gone, and in it’s place there will only be one thought. One thought who will grow until it consumes you completely. One thought who will be your life’s work. You will not be able to rest until it’s done.”
Fomorrah, or Madrakes, or something else entirely. Forget a season 6, I have already accepted our Merlin as the worst possible time line, with all fanfics showing all the other better ones. What I really want is a movie, season, or even entire show— from Morgana’s perspective.
To finally find out what made our kindhearted righteous hero into someone who would fire on the very innocent people she always spoke out for to protect. There is nothing more I could ask for.
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poltergeist-punk · 24 hours
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g-girlfriends
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