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crypitd · 6 months

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A ''Merry'' Merlin Falcon on Morning Bird Monday

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cantwritethetword · 2 months

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Shut up, Merlin!

Fic Descript: Arthur learns the hard way that Merlin is very talented in the art of revenge after the king gets stuck wrapped in the drapes of his bed.

~A/N - HEY ANON I TOLD YOU I HAD A MERLIN FIC IN THE WORKS !!!

I thought of this concept like AAAAAAGES ago and thought it was super funny and perfect for our little dynamic duo.

I have been absolutely vibing while on medication for my ADHD it's so nice to just be able to ✨start things✨ ?? and then, leave those things and ✨return later ✨?? and not have to drag myself to the finish line ?? crazy

- Enoy! ~

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Merlin and Arthur would die for each other.

There was no question about it. And they had come pretty close to it on multiple occasions. Whether it be facing trolls, witches, wildren, or mortal humans, both would take a sword to the heart for the other if the need arose.

If no danger was in sight, however, they would gladly throw each other under (the medieval equivalent of) the bus.

The pair had been out hunting, and a rather unsuccessful hunt at that. Arthur was in piss-poor form, which meant Merlin took every opportunity to run his mouth (and annoy the king further). They were making their way back to the castle, Arthur leading the way and Merlin trotting along behind.

"-do you remember when you missed that deer that was riiight in front of you?" Merlin asked, his face would suggest innocence but his tone proved he was trying to piss Arthur off.

"Shut up Merlin." Arthur replied flatly.

"And what about that time you were aiming for that huge bird?" Merlin continued. "But it flew off before you even had the chance to line up your bow?"

Arthur glared directly forwards, to no-one in particular. "Shut up, Merlin."

The men turned their horses off the beaten path and onto a lesser known shortcut through the thick forest back to Camelot.

Partially to clear the path, and partially to vent his frustration, Arthur swung his sword in front of him to clear some of the vines blocking their way. Perhaps the thickness of the foliage would deter Merlin from any more snide comments, and make him focus more on directing his horse through the areas too thick for Arthur to break.

Surprise surprise, Merlin continued as before. "And the rabbit- oh the knights are never going to let you forget that you lost a sword fight to an unarmed bunny-".

"Shut up Merlin!" Arthur groaned, wiping his face with his hands to try and wipe Merlin's voice from his brain.

"But we haven't even got to the-"

Merlin's taunt was interrupted by a sudden quiet, one that Arthur whispered silent praise to. "Have you finally taken my advice?"

When his servant didn't reply, Arthur slowed his horse. The now unnerving silence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and at the faint rustle of vegetation Arthur whipped his head round and drew his sword - prepared to leap from his horse and engage with whatever potential threat may have overpowered his friend.

But the moment his eyes caught sight of what made the rustle, Arthur burst into laughter.

Merlin hung a few metres behind his dismounted horse, completely tangled in the green ropes. The tautness of the plant rendered him almost immobile, a fact that was well demonstrated by his fruitless wriggling.

"Now," Arthur said with a grin, his previous sour mood turned completely upside down. "What was that you were saying about the knights not letting us forget things? Because I think they'd love to hear about this."

Merlin's glare shot daggers in Arthur's direction. "Hah hah." He said sarcastically. "Now help me down you ass."

Climbing off his horse, Arthur threw his sword into the dirt and sat on a nearby fallen tree. His grin eating more shit than a dung beetle.

Merlin scoffed. "Really? You're just going to sit there."

Arthur shrugged. "I've worked hard enough on this hunt, I think I deserve to have a bit of entertainment."

Merlin rolled his eyes and writhed further, pulling at the greenery with all his might before giving up and letting his body go limp.

"You're really not going to get me out of this?" He asked sincerely, a hint of annoyance still hiding at the back of his throat.

"You're a big boy Merlin." Arthur grinned cockily, stifling a chuckle. "You can do it."

With another roll of his eyes, Merlin continued to wrestle against the vines. But it seemed no matter which way he pulled, somehow he kept tightening the bounds that kept him suspended a few metres above the floor. He couldn't even use his magic with Arthur watching him this closely.

"You know Merlin, I think if you'd just relax you would have been free by now." Arthur continued.

Merlin made a few disgruntled noises before continuing to wriggle in the plants.

After a few minutes, Arthur stretched his arms dramatically. "I could take a nap by the time you've finished."

"Do it then." Merlin muttered under his breath. "Lazy ass."

Ignoring Merlin's comment, Arthur folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.

The warlock scoffed, before taking his opportunity to mutter a quick spell and free himself from the godforsaken foliage.

Unfortunately, he freed himself a little too eagerly, and left his body weight with nothing to support it. He toppled from the web of vines directly into a substantially deep patch of mud underneath him.

Arthur cackled at the sight, clapping his hands once before standing up and mounting his horse again. "Come on then."

Merlin grunted, dragging his feet through the ankle-deep sludge to where his horse was patiently waiting.

"I feel sorry for your saddle." Arthur grinned behind him. "Having all that dirt smeared over it."

Merlin shot him a glare. "And I feel sorry for yours, having your arse squashing it."

Rolling his eyes, Arthur quipped back a retort. "At least I'm not the one who has to clean it."

"I doubt you'd know where to start."

Early the next morning, before even the sun was up, Merlin snuck into the royal chambers. Not an unfamiliar process by this point, though usually it had far less exciting intent. This was not about cleaning, or polishing, or even returning stolen goods.

This was about revenge.

Focusing his attention on the sleeping king, Merlin swiped his eyes to the drapes of the bed at the top two corners, chanting an incantation. The fabric wound and tied itself around Arthur's wrists - perfectly balanced between holding firm without cutting off his blood flow. Then came the bedsheets themselves, winding around the bottom bedposts and around Arthur's legs with a similar spell.

Smirking to himself, Merlin slinked away to the furthest point of the room. Giving himself a mindless task of busywork to wait for Arthur to waken.

After what felt like hours, there was movement. At first, the sounds of a half-sleeping grunt and a rough attempt at turning himself over came from Arthur's bed. Then, a slightly bewildered collection of mumbles and tugs to the material. Before finally,

"WHAT THE-?" Arthur bellowed, thrashing in the binds. "MERLIN!"

Deciding to take this moment to make himself known, Merlin popped his head from around the corner. "Morning sunshine."

"Merlin." Arthur breathed an exasperated sigh of relief, before continuing his brash tone. "Get me out of here!"

Merlin smirked at his friend. "Oh but I've got a long day of work ahead, I feel I deserve some entertainment."

Arthur glared at him. "Merlin. Get. Me. Out."

Just to rub the situation in, Merlin sat on the lower half of the bed (where Arthur couldn't reach) with his legs crossed, letting his chin fall on his hands - eager to watch the show.

Realising his manservant was going to be absolutely no help, Arthur began thrashing again, tugging at the drapes of his bedframe with little success.

"You know," Merlin suggested. "If you'd just relax, maybe you'd get out."

"I can't relax!" Arthur cried indignantly. "I am stuck, and hungry - I haven't even had breakfast! I'm wasting away-"

"Oh you're fine." Merlin laughed, poking Arthur's exposed side.

Arthur shrieked and recoiled (as best as the bedding would allow), internally cursing his decision to sleep without a shirt on. He locked eyes with his manservant, watching the cogs tick momentarily in Merlin's brain.

"Oh~?" Merlin grinned. "What's this?"

"Merlin I swear to you..." Arthur threatened, trying his best to keep his composure. "I will throw you in the stocks if you come any closer."

Merlin shrugged. "You've done worse." And crawled closer.

"I'll have you executed!" Arthur's voice was beginning to break with nerves.

Merlin laughed briefly. "You wouldn't survive without me."

Pulling himself together, Arthur called upon his most serious, kingly, threatening tone. "I'll ban you from the tavern!"

Merlin rolled his eyes, before clambering behind his friend - reveling in the freedom he had to really draw out the anticipation.

"Guahards!" Arthur shrieked, a bark of laughter breaking up his command as he twisted as far away from Merlin as he could. "Help!"

"Oh they can't hear you." Merlin grinned, noting the way Arthur almost seemed to relax at that statement. Perhaps the king needed this more than he did.

Either way, Arthur was royally screwed.

Merlin's spindly fingers began climbing up Arthur's sides, making the king jolt and yelp with every touch. Even when all he could see was Arthur's reddening ears, Merlin knew Arthur's face was scrunched as tightly as possible - avoiding even the smallest semblance of a smile.

Surprisingly, as Merlin's hands climbed higher, Arthur's breathing relaxed. The tension in his muscles remained, not allowing himself the risk of letting out so much as a snicker, but clearly his ribs and armpits weren't where Merlin should be focusing.

Following the cues of his victim friend, Merlin let his hands drag down over the curves of Arthur's love handles. Instantly, the king's breathing hitched - bingo.

Continuing the previously-built anticipation, Merlin slowly scraped his blunt fingernails against Arthur's skin, pulling his digits from splayed out to centered on the king's sides. Arthur was practically vibrating at this point with the pure effort of keeping his reactions at bay. Desperately gripping at the tough-guy facade with a pained grimace on his face, he pulled at the drapes his limbs were caught in at violent, random intervals.

"You're allowed to smile, you know." Merlin teased right in his friend's ear, adding a little more pressure to transition into light poking.

Arthur yelped in reaction, before grunting - as if to remind Merlin that Arthur was the King of Camelot, far too tough for something as childish as being ticklish.

Unfortunately, he had a little shit of a man-servant. And someone who knew exactly what to do to get him to crack a smile.

"Huh, maybe His Majesty the King isn't ticklish after all..." Merlin proclaimed, watching Arthur's cheek twitch into a stifled (but amused) grin, before clawing his hands against Arthur's sides.

Arthur's body seized, pulling against the fabric holding him in place so tightly Merlin thought the bedframe might snap, before slumping into Merlin's tickly grasp.

And the sweetest, most childish giggles Merlin had ever heard bubbled out of Arthur's mouth.

"Meh-meh-meherlihin!" Arthur gasped between bouts of soft laughter. "Wahahait!"

"Oh?" Merlin raised an eyebrow (not that Arthur could see). "Are you ticklish, Arthur?"

Arthur ducked his head to his shoulder. "Shuhuhut up Meherlin!"

It was at this moment, Merlin realised that while Arthur was occasionally pulling on the binds, it didn't seem intentional. Arthur only seemed to really pull with one hand, and not even to protect himself.

It seemed he was only focused on covering his (now bright red) face... Interesting.

"What's the matter?" Merlin beamed, peeking his head around next to Arthur's. "It can't tickle that badly."

"Meherlin!" Arthur's eyes widened with a flustered laugh, before flicking his head in the other direction. "Shuhuht uhuhup!"

Merlin laughed. "You're one to talk about shutting up Mr Giggles."

Arthur's cheeks burned even brighter - the poor guy looked more flustered than Merlin had ever seen him before. At this point Merlin was having more fun teasing the king than actually tickling him.

Though by this point, Arthur was almost getting used to the clawing at his love handles, so Merlin decided to swap techniques and start squeezing at Arthur's hip bones.

Turns out, Arthur has the perfect layering of fat and muscle for Merlin to drill his fingers all the way into the king's hips without pain - just a hell of a lot of tickling.

Arthur screeched, and though his breathing became more frantic and his struggling became more erratic, the bubbly giggles from before sounded just as carefree (just a little less gentle).

"Meher- nohohoho- meherlin wahahait!" Arthur cackled, his face in a permanent beam.

"Well isn't this just adorable." Merlin teased, pitter-pattering his fingers over Arthur's stomach before returning to the king's hips. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"Shuhuhut uhup meheherlin!"

Merlin grinned at his friend, finally deciding to show mercy. Poor Arthur was nearing exhaustion, and he still had a full day of training with the knights ahead of him.

With a swift, inconspicuous mutter, Merlin loosened the drapes holding Arthur hostage. It took the king a few moments to finally realised he could free himself, and he escaped with a little less hurry than Merlin expected.

But even after Arthur's breathing returned to normal, and the flush had almost faded from his face, Arthur still had a massive grin splitting his cheeks and his arms folded over his eyes.

Merlin stood off the bed and let his friend lie there for a few moments, waiting for the usual threat or sarcastic quip that followed their usual banter sessions.

"Will that be all, my lord?" Merlin grinned, moving towards the door (and hoping to provoke some sign of life out of the guy.)

Arthur just giggled again. "Shuhut up Merlin."

#crow's tickle fic #merlin tickle fic #lmao I wrote half of this in the ER on a monday night #life be crazy but tkls persist #also I'm trialing out adding descriptions to fics so let me know what you think!

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funkyfrogoftheday · 2 years

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today's funky frog of the day: merlin's dwarf gray frog (Pseudhymenochirus merlini)!!!!!!!!! this glorious and quite little guy is monotypic within their genius, meaning they're the only Pseudhymenochirus species. they are common within their habitat of sierra leone, guinea-bissau, and guinea.

#merlin's dwarf gray frog #Pseudhymenochirus merlini #hes so precious. mwah #frog #frogblr #funky frog of the day #happy monday:3

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ostdrossel · 2 years

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I have been

on a much needed little break from the everyday and my computer and spent the weekend with family in the beautiful north of Michigan. There is an abundance of wildlife there, and lots of birds. I brought my cameras along but the birds there are not used to them and declined to check them out. So I decided to relax and listen. The Merlin app is a great little tool to explore your surroundings in regards to bird song. Here is my list from six minutes yesterday morning, my attempt to take a photo of the Chestnut-sided Warbler, one of the many Cedar Waxwings, and some of the unfeathered creatures. Here’s to a great Monday and week!

#birds #backyard birds #up north #birds of Michigan #birds of north america #relax #Merlin app #Merlin #birdwatching #birdlovers nature #Ostdrossel #Monday vibes #pure Michigan

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simplegenius042 · 3 months

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Music Monday + "What Is Your OC's Core Theme?" Quiz

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies and @nightbloodbix

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @strafethesesinners

Music for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and results for characters from the other series below the cut. And you can find the quiz here.

"Safe And Sound" by Capital Cities is the perfect for describing the varying relationships in Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, as it revolves around the theme of being the person to be counted on, to be a protector, a teacher, a friend, a parent, a partner- your name it! Silva and Paul, Kamski and Silva, Silva and Azriel, Gavin and Schrödinger, Isiah and Gemini, Alexander and Jacob, Nadi and John & Holly, Silva and Faith, Earl and his deputies, Silva and the Ryes, Joseph and his family + Eden's Gate, Silva and the GFH/FFH, Fall's End, and many, many more. Their entire goals all surround keeping their loved ones and/or the populace safe and sound, to varying degrees of success (*cough* *cough* Paul and Joseph *cough* *cough*). Often times they're protecting against one of the others on this list (Joseph against Silva for his family's survival, Silva against Eden's Gate for the Resistance (+ Azriel and the Ryes) safety, sometimes even Silva against the Resistance for John and Faith's survival and vice versa from the latter sabotaging her siblings to preserve Silva's sanity) or characters who oppose, directly counter this theme and act as a constant danger to the ones previously described above (the Congregation of Adam's Guard (aka Adam Omar and his Enforcers), the Apostles of Zachariah (Paul and his heralds), Remnants of the Holy Triad (Grimes the Cruel and his fellow Deserters), the Prophet Hunters, the Voice & Phillip and the Collapse, as well as the occasional sabotage from the Tarot Card Holder and Priestess Lillith).

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"I could lift you up I could show you what you wanna see And take you where you wanna be You could be my luck Even if the sky is falling down I know we'll be safe and sound We're safe and sound

I could fill your cup You know, my river won't evaporate This world we still appreciate You could be my luck Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound

Safe and sound (We're safe and sound) Safe and sound (We're safe and sound) Hold your ground (We're safe and sound) Safe and sound

I could show you love In a tidal wave of mystery You'll still be standing next to me You could be my love Even if we're six feet underground I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound

Safe and sound Safe and sound Hold your ground We're safe and sound

I could lift you up I could show you what you wanna see And take you where you wanna be You could be my luck Even if the sky is falling down I know we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound We're safe and sound We're safe and sound We're safe and sound Safe and sound (We're safe and sound) Safe and sound (We're safe and sound) Hold your ground (We're safe and sound) Safe and sound We're safe and sound."

The quiz results for characters from The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns, A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Lisa Cobalt (The UnTitledverse, The Perfect Storm and The Omniscience Rule sagas)

While I do agree that Lisa mourns the lost time with Joaquin and is trying to seek him out (to the best of her ability, whether through moral or immoral means), while also trying to better herself in some ways so she doesn't lose him again, I don't think it necessarily captures the desperateness and vulnerability Lisa faces.

Archangel Metatron (Wings And Horns)

Archangel Metatron has an overly idealistic view of what his occupation entails, and what that means through preserving the status quo, because it promises a peaceful happiness. However, Xiang Ba'al's strikes against the Soulmate System, plus the ultimate decision reached by the remaining Old and current New Gods to abolish the system he alongside a young Angel of Death, Azriel) had been tasked with fixing entirely. Despite having given solutions that could preserve such a historical and traditional piece of humanities entire existence (despite the risks which he was blind to), his idealism was crushed by the decision to put humanity's survival before tradition (for once), and wasn't really congratulated or recognized for his efforts, leaving him to wonder how he can still reach his peaceful happiness if the traditions that upheld that dream were replaced.

Mathias "Mason" Talos (A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a Fallout fanfic series)

Ironically enough, Mason is the least academic out of Urias' family tree. The only reason he bothers to get knowledge on what his brother plans on doing with Discord's broken heart is so he can deduce whether it's bad enough to kill him for, but in the meantime, he chooses to hinder Urias' efforts by murdering all the women his brother impregnated and if the possibility has become fact, any children Urias managed to foster to juvenile-hood. Which includes Ortega "Ore" Brantley and Marissa "Ress" Bishop, who both very much would like to destroy their father's Occult without being murdered-because-of-association in the process.

Orion (Life, Despair & Monsters)

Orion is a rare experiment of Sir Enigma Malvolio's that "devolves" out of the Director's "dog-eat-dog humanity must evolve through despair and apathy" mindset. Orion is irreversibly attached to Guenevere (Guen for short) after Malvolio kidnaps the poor queen-to-be. They're always close, Orion and Guen, and support each other through their less than ideal circumstances (Guen's entire life being chosen for her by others, especially Merlin, without her input, one of which is being married to a king, Arthur (I promise he is a good man, if somewhat too idealistic), a man she's never met before for politics she never had a desire nor had been given any indication to learn beyond the regular off-hand basics putting her at a severe disadvantage in court as the new queen, a position that also puts her at risk of assassination, and as for Orion, well he was literally created for the soul purpose of being bound to human hosts with no free will and the occasional urge to harm them if his data says they aren't becoming strong enough... hell the first few times Malvolio bound Orion to human hosts they were killed almost immediately because of how rigged that data is). Guen ensures that Orion can stay alive and have some form of freedom, and in return Orion supports and protects her (perks of being a nanotech armour/weapon device I guess?). Yeah so Orion is pretty happy with Guen and wants nothing more than to help her in any way he can in her leadership (alongside King Arthur) of Great Britain just to spite Malvolio.

#music monday #oc quiz #far cry the silver chronicles #the untitledverse #oc: lisa cobalt #wip: wings and horns #oc: archangel metatron #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #oc: mathias “mason” talos #life despair & monsters #guenevere #queen guenevere #oc: orion #oc: sir enigma malvolio #merlin #king arthur

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jurakan · 11 months

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Can I have a merry fact for this miserable Monday?

I'm sorry I'm late on this! Usually I must insist on waiting until Friday, as it isn't Fun Fact Friday, but I can make an exception or loophole if your day has been miserable.

Hm.

Well.

IT'S MYTHOLOGY MONDAY AND TODAY YOU (merlin friendo) LEARNED ABOUT MERLIN'S OAK!

EDIT: from feedback I made a quick edit for accuracy's sake.

So in Wales, there is a town named Caerfyrddin, which the English call Carmarthen (because the English be doing that when they colonize places, sadly enough). The name means 'Merlin's Fort'! And in the town, in the 1600's, this teacher planted a tree on a street corner, and it became known as 'Merlin's oak.' Supposedly there was even a part of the tree that looked like a face; and with the story that Merlin was trapped in a tree (other versions say a cave or something, but a tree is a popular one) by his apprentice, this obviously have some significance to the locals and folklorists.

A local legend says that [Mr. Beaver voice] There is a prophecy, that when the tree falls, so will the town.

And then in the 1800's, some guy tried poisoning the tree? What a dick. It didn't kill the tree, and fearing their own safety the tree was protected with barriers. Then someone set the tree on fire; the tree was finally removed in the 70's. And no worries! The town is still there.

It DID suffer through horrible floods for the next few years though. Hurm.

There are pieces on public display in local museums, but there is also a new tree on the spot planted there.

Hope this was an interesting Fun Fact!

#Mythology Monday #Merlin #Wales #Myrddin Wyllt #Today You Learned #friends #hope this helps!

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the-eiffel-watchtower · 7 months

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Percival try not to get shot in the leg challenge: impossible

#merlin #arthur #bbc merlin #bbc morgana #gwen #merlin emrys #morgana #sir gwaine #sir lancelot #sir percival #sir leon #merlin monday #guinevere #queen guinevere

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quotientpulse · 7 months

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Phil Lester: "Life is too short to worry about what others say or think about you. So have fun and give them something to talk about."

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citharaposts · 9 months

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Chapters: 11/17 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Cenred (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Will (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), George (Merlin) Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Drama, Imprisonment, Forced Prostitution, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Era, Alternate Universe, arthur as king, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Developing Relationship, Past Rape/Non-con, Happy Ending, BAMF Merlin (Merlin), Arthur and George Friendship, Politics, Political Alliances, Merlin Never Came to Camelot, Evil Morgana (Merlin) Summary:

In the wake of Uther's unexpected death, and Morgana's subsequent alliance with Odin, Arthur struggles with feeling unprepared to bear the mantle of King. Fearful for Camelot's future, he sees no choice but to swallow his distaste for Cenred and visit Essetir in order to seek an alliance with him. Arthur is utterly horrified when Cenred offers him a defiant, young prisoner, controlled by an iron collar, as 'entertainment' on the first night of his visit, an entertainment he is expected to enjoy. Arthur is frustrated and disheartened by Cenred’s crudeness and disrespect, but continues to visit, trying to win Cenred round. The only bright point in his visits is the intriguing young prisoner, with whom Arthur is forming an unexpectedly close bond, but one that risks being dangerous for both of them.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merthur fanfic #ao3 #cithara #look for a star on the dark horizon #monday update #angst #happy ending

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stitch-me-not · 1 year

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Finding Merthur inspired playlists has been the best yet worst thing to ever happen to me, I am a mess 😭😭

#bbc merlin #merthur #merlin x arthur #i am in tears #the longing #the hurt #the bitter sweetness #spotify #what have I done #its only monday

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megafandombandgeekgirl · 1 year

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Ahh it’s no longer Sunday…but still, I shall post because writing is fun *shrugs*.

To make up for it, here are TWO sets of six sentences (from different stories and fandoms).

Thank you @fatalfangirl for the tag ❤️

First up, a snippet from my snowbaz fic/wip.

Penny

I’m not a dreamer, I’m a reader. And really I think that’s much more real than dreaming. Because when you’re reading, you’re actually escaping, you’re laying out the map in your head to be able to make your own adventures.

Ah adventures, the life force that runs through my magical veins. You’d think I’d have all the adventuring I need what with being the loyal sidekick to London’s most terrifying non-mage flying vigilante. Sigh. Sadly, even Simon’s adventures can seem tedious after a time.

But books? Well books are always exciting! New, fresh ideas with every turn of the page, a world you can’t get into but somehow can’t escape either. They’re real in a somewhat maybe possible kinda way. More tangible than even reality at times.

And dreams?

Well, dreams are just pretend, aren’t they? Just wishful nonsense hopes that keep your head floating in the clouds while your body’s tied down somewhere dull below it.

Forget dreams. Give me a book any day.

And from one of my Merthur fics (which is already posted in fanfic but I WILL be uploading to Ao3 soon…ish).

His hair was a torrent of ambrosia in the wind that moved around them, catching the dark rain but never dulling. His eyes gleamed, sapphires alight with the moon. Merlin's heart pounded at the golden beauty before him but he grit his teeth against it all, brushing wet strands of dark hair from his eyes.

…….

He stopped and looked at the warlock who’s head was cocked at an angle, not believing a single word that came from his lips. Arthur studied that face…the sharp cheekbones…the milky skin, luminous as moonlight….eyes silver and blue and tormented. And his lips…his lips were cherries that had fallen in the storm, lying still in the wet, perfect and unbruised.

No tags from me this time. Simply write if you wish to write ❤️

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