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I will be having a perfectly fine day and then I’ll remember that Merlin was holding Arthur’s body like he could make him stand up again

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MERTHUR WEEK 2024 Day three ▸ Symbolism

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bbc merlin - 04x06 A Servant of Two Masters

obsessed with him and his dramatic little ways

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I know a lot of people don't like that Merlin is the one who helped Arthur pull the sword from the stone but I honestly feel it worked so perfectly in this universe. The fact that Arthur could not have pulled the sword from the stone without magic is so thematically in tune with how Merlin is behind him every step of the way, helping him build this new Camelot together. The fact that they work best as one — Merlin making up this story and using his magic to make the story come to life, and Arthur being the figurehead who the people want to follow and believe in, the one who cares and is willing to fight for the citizens of Camelot.

This isn't the story of Albion. It's Merlin and Arthur's story, about how THEY came together. They are two sides of the same coin, they are each other's destinies and one does not work without the other. It needed to be BOTH of them pulling the sword from the stone

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Gwen: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?

Merlin: I would slap Arthur for free

Arthur, tearing up: I'm your best friend??

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MERLIN | 3x06 “The Changeling”

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quickly drawn king arthur and his royal sorcerer for those who may need it

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Lance: Is this your plan B? Merlin: Technically, this is plan P. Gwaine: Plan P? Is there a plan M? Merlin: Yes, but I marry Arthur in plan M. Arthur: I like plan M.

Merlin: what?

Arthur: what?

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boy do i love te

again, ethically sourced from tumblr

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I love the role reversal moments where instead of merlin dragging around a knocked out and seriously injured arthur, its merlin's turn to be taken care of 🥹

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So we don’t want to talk about how Arthur purposefully brushes his cheek on Merlin’s, more than once, how Arthur leans on him, with his face, and does everything he can to keep it close to Merlin’s, and that if Merlin hadn’t lowered Arthur on the ground, Arthur would have more than probably caressed their faces together, just like Merlin later did with Arthur’s forehead—

Fine. Let’s not talk about it.

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Arthur did look extra princely in princess episodes <33

Except of course...

[Merlin 3x06 Arthur Pendragon]

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the family they could've been...

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Merlin’s eyes are blue.

Arthur knows that.

He’s never really paid any sort of close attention to them, but the fact that they’re blue has always been a dormant piece of information in his possession, stored away with all the other irrelevant tidbits, lying around somewhere in a quiet part of his overthinking mind, like how many swords he personally owns (8) or where Llamrei likes to be scratched (her left shoulder, a hand from the withers).

Merlin has blue eyes. It’s something Arthur knows.

But until this morning and this slanting beam of sunlight drenching Merlin’s profile and pouring strange, unexpected perfection over his friend and manservant, Arthur’s never realised just… well, how blue.

It’s not an extraordinary blue. Neither cerulean nor sapphire nor aquamarine nor any kind of precious, poetic hue, for that matter.

It’s just a dark, sustained shade of stubborn slate blue. It reminds Arthur of the western sea on a hard, molten hot summer day – majestic, impassive, and deceptively quiet. It’s a blue that doesn’t want you to know what dangers lurk beneath the surface. A blue that coaxes you to take it at face value.

But the sunbeam is revealing the stratagem. Transcending it all. For a brief instant, Arthur is caught out by the crystal quality of this dark but limpid blue. He stares into Merlin’s eyes as the man fixes one of his cuffs, and it’s like picking up odd pebbles from a riverbed and realising you’re in fact staring into jewels. Catching a glimpse of the deep, enthralling unknown where you least expect it to be.

Something inside Arthur’s chest wobbles and hiccoughs when Merlin raises his eyes and returns Arthur’s gaze with a questioning blink.

And thank God, the eyes may be astonishing but the gaze is a familiar animal. Kind. Pensive. Irreverent.

It’s a very Merlin kind of gaze, but one of the more benign ones. Not the stormy, challenging glare that sometimes gets thrown at Arthur. Or worse, the dejected, grimly reproachful side-eye glance. That one is a killer. A harbinger of guilt.

Merlin blinks again, and now Arthur can’t help but notice the eyelashes that frame the expressive eyes. Long and delicate and silk smooth. Their deep black nobly complimenting the blue. Cradling it like an offering. A bumbling commoner has no business having such lovely eyelashes and yet Arthur has to admit they are exactly right on Merlin.

Under the unusual scrutiny, Merlin gives him a little quizzical frown. The one that says ‘What is the royal prat up to?’. So Arthur parries with a judgemental clearing of his throat. Which leads Merlin to counter with a sarcastic but somewhat fond quirk of the lips.

Damn.

Merlin’s eyes are blue. And incredibly pretty, Arthur thinks – before scrubbing that embarrassing realisation from his overworked, overimaginative brain.

But the lips.

Heaven have mercy, for the lips are something else.