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Arthur: Merlin, if we're taking a single bed, we must either pretend we're brothers or lovers. Which is it?
Merlin: I- what?
Arthur: so?
Merlin: eh. Whatever. A couple... Then. I really don't wanna dishonor my mother by associating her with you. ... Prat
Arthur: kay, good. Otherwise I would have asked for separate rooms, haha.
Arthur: *at hotel manager* a single room, with one bed please.
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The perfect mix of Calvin and Hobbes, Peanuts, Arthur, Muppets...and still perfectly Deltarune, heck, maybe cause of that. Love thisssss ❤️
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No theme here just vibes. Only vibes
#collage#art#collage material#magazine#kidcore#90s#1990s#1980s#80s#2000s#Y2K#rugrats#Arthur#blues clues#Gir#Care Bears#cw eyestrain#eyestrain#saturation#pokemon
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Hey guys I’ve learned a very important lesson about cats with extremely thick coat. Looking at you Arthur
When my regular short hair cats needed to be brushed and a bath it’s always been fine to do the bath and then brush them out. That is a BAD idea for Arthur. He needs brush, bath, and then brush again.
#before his bath I was like “oh he kind of needs to be brushed but he REALLY needs a bath#and now he’s a disaster. we’ve been doing 2 or 3 sessions of brushing a day#bc he’s a terrible sport and I have to give him a break after 5-10 minutes or else he’ll eat me#my post#Arthur
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Forgotten wishes | AL65 x Reader
pairing . . . arthur leclerc x ex!reader
summary . . . After you meet Arthur, your ex, at an empty parking lot, you decide to try to talk to him about your relationship. In the end, you have a hope that maybe it isn't all over yet
request . . . yes! based on this request!
word count . . . 1.2k+
warnings . . . angst angst angst all the way angst and one use of y/n
faceclaim . . . N/A
alexavia yaps . . . haha i totally didn't cry my ass off writing this!! IM SO SORRY ( @barcapix ) BECAUSE IT ENDED LIKE THIS
. . . You didn’t expect to see him. Not here. The spot overlooking the harbor had always been a safe a space; a place to breathe, to watch the stars reflect off the water and pretend the world wasn’t falling apart. It had been yours, once. Yours and Arthur’s.
Leaning against your motorbike, you sighed. The loud thrum of his car engine were unmistakable, the red colour of his Ferrari flashing everywhere, even in the soft glow of the streetlamp.
As the engine softened, the door opened and he stepped out. You held your breath, heart skipping a beat as if it was playing hopscotch. He hadn’t noticed you yet, leaning his body against the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon.
The wind tugged at his hair, but he didn’t seem to feel it. His shoulders were tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. You knew that look.
You almost turned to leave. Almost. But something held you in place, the same something that always brought you back here, nights when the silence was too loud and your chest felt too heavy.
He turned, eyes widening when he saw you. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The wind carried the scent of salt and distant rain, and the night stretched out between you, filled with ghosts of conversations you never had.
"Didn’t think I’d see you here," he finally said, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the waves below.
You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart twisted and started beating out of your chest. "I could say the same."
He looked back out at the water, the tension in his jaw easing just a little. "Still come here when it gets too much?"
"Yeah." The word felt small. Too small. Yet, the space between you was as vast as a thousand canyons combined.
The night sky was a patchwork of forgotten wishes, each star a memory you and Arthur couldn’t hold onto. It wrapped around you like a blanket of thorns, each moment of silence another prick.
You both stood there, the space between you filled with everything you weren’t saying. The air felt heavier than it should, every breath a reminder of what you’d lost.
When Arthur finally spoke, his words were like cracked porcelain; delicate, but also sharp, cutting you deep.
"We stood in this same space once, remember?" His voice was quiet, almost lost to the wind. "Laughing about how empty it was. Now it feels too big… just like the distance that is between us."
You remembered. The way his laughter had echoed, the way he’d pulled you close and whispered promises you both believed at the time. It felt like a lifetime ago.
"You broke us, Arthur." The words slipped out, raw and bitter. Your hands were shaking
He flinched, eyes meeting yours for a brief, painful moment. "I know, (Y/n)." His voice was soft, almost drowned by the crashing waves. The way he said your name made you melt, like it always did. "I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Walking away? How was that right?"
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his voice. "You think it was easy for me? Every fight, every silence… it felt like we were drifting. I thought… I thought letting go would save us from breaking completely."
"But we did break." Your voice cracked, the memories crashing over you; the late night arguments, the slammed doors, the quiet moments where you both reached for each other but missed.
"You were always somewhere else," you continued, voice trembling. "Your job, your friends… I felt like I was barely a part of your life. Like I was unimportant, just a distraction."
Arthur’s eyes hardened, his jaw clenching. "And you were perfect, right? Every time I was late or distracted, you shut down. You wouldn’t talk to me."
"I tried!" The words came out sharper than you intended. "But you weren’t there to hear it. You were too busy with everything else."
He took a deep breath, the fight draining out of him. "I know. I prioritized the wrong things. Thought I had time to fix it later."
"Later never came, Arthur."
The silence stretched again, thick with everything you couldn’t say. The stars above seemed to watch, each one a distant reminder of what could’ve been.
"I still come here," you whispered, more to yourself than him. "When I miss you. When it hurts too much."
His eyes softened, the walls around them slipping for just a moment. "Me too."
The wind carried your silence, filled with words left unsaid. You could feel it, the love that hadn’t faded, buried under layers of hurt and regret. But love wasn’t always enough.
Arthur shifted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to fix this."
"Neither do I."
The night wrapped around you both, the harbor stretching out below like a sea of broken memories. There was no resolution here, no easy answers. Just two people standing in the ruins of something beautiful, still attached to a past they couldn’t let go of.
The wind picked up, swirling leaves and fragments of old conversations around you. You remembered the nights you’d spent here together, wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about dreams that seemed so close you could touch them. Dreams that had slipped through your fingers like sand.
Then, you remembered your first kiss. You and Arthur. Tangled in each other's arms, the sound of the waves soothing you to a state of relaxation. It seemed as if that happened millenniums ago.
"You think we could’ve done it differently?" Arthur’s voice was almost lost in the wind.
"Maybe." The word hung between you, fragile and uncertain. "But we didn’t."
He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel his warmth. "Do you regret it?"
The question lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. You thought about everything you’d shared; the laughter, the pain, the quiet moments that felt like they would last forever. "No. Do you?"
He didn’t answer right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost broken. "No."
As Arthur turned to leave, he hesitated, his eyes lingering on you. "Maybe… maybe this isn’t the end."
You stood there, your heart heavy, the words caught in your throat. "You don’t get to just walk away, Arthur. Not like this."
His steps faltered, and for a moment, you both just stood there, staring at each other across the distance that had grown between you. The wind tugged at your hair, but neither of you moved.
"I still love you," you whispered, barely audible. "But I don’t know if that’s enough anymore."
Arthur’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer, but stopped short. His voice was thick with emotion when he finally spoke. "I don’t know how to fix this. But I’ll never stop caring about you."
The ache in your chest didn’t ease, but deep down, beneath the hurt and the silence, a flicker of something remained.
It wasn’t over. Not yet. But it wasn’t healed, either. Just a patchwork of forgotten wishes, waiting for a second chance that may never come.
And as the night wrapped around you, you realized some love stories don’t end, they just take time to heal, if they ever do.
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Do you guys see it?
#two dumbass pathetic head over heels in love bisexuals pining for their all powerful twinkiy diety boyfriend#bottom jocks too#and managed not to pull not one but TWO beautiful beings#this is what the bible was talking about when they mentioned greed#they're so dumb i love them#jayce talis#jayce arcane#arcane season 2 spoilers#jayvik#viktor arcane#viktor#jayce x viktor#arthur#arthur pendragon#arthur and merlin#arthur x merlin#bbc merlin#bbc arthur#merlin bbc#merlin#merthur
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I don’t think we as a fandom talk about how gay “manservant” sounds
#like what is he serving?#your manhood?#rei speaks#merlin#bbc merlin#Merlin bbc#arthur#arthur pendragon#merthur
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There was that guy in s4 I think ? That was torturing Gaius and when Merlin showed up he stopped cuz he respected him or something (S4-ep7 The Secret Sharer)
Arthur was not there, but I think it's close
not that i remember in the series, but there has to be a moment where arthur and merlin are face to face with a sorcerer, and the sorcerer is about to attack, but they realise that they're fighting emrys. so they bow and retreat, and arthur's like "haha yeah they were too intimidated by me" even though the sorcerer was looking at merlin the entire time. . .
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just started thinking about zombie apocalypse merthur. anyone know of any zombie apocalypse merthur fics cause in ALL of my reading I think I’ve found a whole total of 1, and its not as gritty as I’m imagining. like oh god the intensity whenever they’re parted, the way Merlin’s magic could be integrated, the not knowing who to trust, the not knowing if it’s your last night. anyone got anything I’m on my knees
#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#merlin x arthur#bbc merthur#merlin emrys#bbc merlin fan fic#arthur#fan fic#fan fic rec#zombie#zombie apocalypse
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I love this bastard ♡
#same struggle as in real life: HOW THE FUCK DO I WANT HIS HAIR???#long? short? styled? with hat or without?#aND THEN THE QUESTION OF WHAT TO WEAR#love the struggle xD#bloodshed everywhere but Arthur is busy deciding what to look like xD (for Charles)#rdr#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#arthur#arthur morgan
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Me after reading some headcanons of merlin on tumblr and pinterest:
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...IF THE GODS COULD BLESS US WITH FICS USING THIS PLEASEOHMYLAWD!!?
Need a story where Arthur is a ghost who follows Merlin around all day and only in dreams can he communicate and touch Merlin. But to Merlin, he thinks it's not real that he's imagining the Arthur in his mind because no way would Arthur, his golden King would ever call him precious or beautiful, it's just wishful thinking on his part.
So Merlin lives a long life without knowing Arthur is there with him, this time it's Arthur's turn to watch and protect Merlin from the shadows as the warlock once did when Arthur was alive.
Arthur could've stayed in Avalon til he was needed yet the urge to return to Merlin is powerful, although he entrusted the care of Camelot into the hands of Guinevere and Leon he could not do the same of Merlin, and only upon his death did he finally realise why.
He was in love with his best friend. Always had been.
And so it is with great stubbornness and a helpful hand from Freya, whom he just found out was Merlin's first love, he frees himself from Avalon and returns as a spirit that guards Merlin's dreams from nightmares and fights off evil creatures that want Merlin's magic or wish to claim Merlin for themselves...and if some of those creatures happen to be humans who wanted to court Merlin well, he's not going to make it easy on them, on his knight's honour he will protect Merlin's virtue!
#like it's been months now#ya gurrl still waiting for a fic like Merlin is for his King#merlin#arthur#arthur pendragon#arthur and merlin#merlin and arthur
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Is that why Arthur always keeps Jack at arms length? A sense of guilt over not making sure Jack lived a long life?
Yeah. He thinks Jack should hate him cuz he died. Jack doesn't though, he just wants to get to know Arthur and ask him stuff like "were you the one who helped me with this and that? That's so cool, thank you!"
When I was a kid (8) something similar happened, I'm on Jack's end here and my friend would be Arthur. The only difference is that, obviously I didn't die from a plane crash lol.
Their reconciliation would be similar to how I experienced it with my friend. ^^
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what will This is Sparta Arthur's reaction be to see MC and Telio playing around the well happily
his first reaction is fear. Fear that MC will do the same to Telio. and then there's a touch of envy and jealousy too.
#Adoriel's Tears#Telio#Arthur#Mc#interactive game#interactive fiction#choose your own adventure#Twine
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