#ELENA AND MITHIAN

[rejectfalseiconz]

could not agree more, I would pay to see a spin-off of all of the wasted side character in Merlin just existing/surviving bc they r all so precioussss

merlin & side characters that deserved to be main characters!!!!!

from left to right: elena, mithian, our son, will, daegal!

[justaz]

i prefer happy ending bbc merlin where morgana becomes court sorceress and arthur becomes king and merlin remains as his servant (until they eventually marry) and lancelot lives and he and gwen marry but that damn game of thrones (?? probably idk) audio on tiktok that goes “i mean to fight this war and win it.” “good. to war then.” keeps giving me visions of king arthur of camelot on the verge of war with other kingdoms and his powerful court sorcerer merlin standing by his throne. arthur declares that he wishes to go to war and merlin (eager to bring about the united albion the prophecies speak of) supports arthur immediately and declares they’re going to war

[akelafang]

Something that's always bothered me is titles and how they are used in Merlin. Why the fuck is Elena referred to as Princess Elena but her father is only ever referred to as Lord Godwyn?! Why is he not King Godwyn? And why is the reverse true for King Olaf and his daughter Lady Vivian?

To alleviate this annoyance I've come up with a theory that I feel explains this inconsistency.

For the ladies, it might have to do with succession. We know Elena is Godwyn's only child so maybe since she's his heir she's styled princess and Vivian might have a brother that's just not mentioned who's the heir. If Vivian's not next in line for the throne maybe that's why she's Lady Vivian instead of princess. Mithian being styled princess and the only child of King Rodor (If Mithian had any siblings I'm pretty sure we'd see them at some point during their kingdom being couped) also supports this idea.

This doesn't explain Godwyn being a Lord but I have an idea for that. He's not a king, he's a regent. I think Elena's mother was the one born into the royal family and was the Queen Regnant with Godwyn as her husband and Lord Consort. After she died he took over as regent until Elena is ready to take the throne, thus making him the ruler of his kingdom but not a king.

I don't know if this theory will hold up to scrutiny from someone with a better understanding of royal titles than me but it's the one I'm choosing to apply to any future ideas involving these characters.

[thesongistheriver]

So a while back, I got an idea, or there was a prompt, or *something* where I was like, "I'm gonna write a fic where Mithian and Elena and Arthur all kind of grow up together, you know, while their king dads are hanging out doing King Things" and I thought it was going to be this cute friendship ™ thing and now it's, like, they're going to help him figure himself and Merlin out and maybe accept magic and look, folx, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, here have a snippet.

He walked over to them and nodded his head. “Princess Elena, Princess Mithian.��� 

They hurried to stifle their giggles and turned. Mithian gave a polite little curtsey, while Elena reached out to slap his arm before apparently remembering herself and turning it into an awkward shimmy. 

Arthur couldn’t fight a grin this time. “Erm, I thought perhaps you might like to see the gardens? It’s a lovely day …” He trailed off when both of their faces fell slightly. “Or, ah. We could visit the shops in the Lower Town?” What the hell do girls like to do? He was going to murder Morgana for leaving him high and dry like this.

Mithian lowered her eyes. “Camelot is quite beautiful. I had rather hoped we might go for a ride in the countryside.”

“I love riding!” Elena crowed. “Just about the only thing I do gracefully,” she added with a roll of her eyes, bumping Mithian with her shoulder.

A wave of relief washed over Arthur. “Fabulous!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening, and added proudly. “You can meet Hengroen. He was a gift for the anniversary of my birth. Just a yearling now, but he’s going to be my destrier when he’s grown and I’m a knight.” 

“Oh, can I ride him?” Eyes wide, Elena clasped her hands together.

“Petal,” Grunhilda admonished, but Elena just waved dismissively.

“You know Father won’t mind me going riding with the prince,” she said, pursing her lips. “You said you had things to do anyway.” Sighing, the older woman nodded and hurried off.

Both girls’ eyes shone with excitement. “Roddy will be so envious,” Mithian said brightly, waving at her brother over her shoulder as he attempted to hide a yawn. “He’d much rather be out with us than listening to the old men talking about treaties and borders.”

Gesturing for them to follow, Arthur led the way out of the council chambers. “At least he gets to compete in the tournament,” he said, hands in the pockets of his breeches. “Wish I could.”

“One day you will,” Elena replied. “And we’ll have to be all boring and wear fancy gowns and sit in the stands.”

Shaking her head so that her dark hair swung over shoulders, Mithian announced, “Not I. I’ll schedule a hunt for myself instead.”

“You hunt?” Arthur asked, incredulous. “Morgana rides, but I can’t envision her with a crossbow to save my life.”

“Arthur, I love hunting,” Mithian said with a smile. 

Elena shrugged. “I’m a terrible shot, but give me a horse and I can rival the wind. Father says my mother was an excellent horsewoman. Suppose I get it from her.”

They chattered eagerly all the way to the stables, and Arthur thought for the first time that perhaps this week might not be all bad.

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[thefabledpheasant]

What about arthur and Elena? And Arthur and Mithian.

I wanted to ask about Merlin and Arthur but that's so common half of your ask box might be filled with it.

I’ll do Arthur/Elena first.

I actually like Elena quite a bit, but since she doesn’t get the fairy out of her until near the end of the episode, it’s hard to say exactly what she’s like without it. All in all, I see them as having the ability to be really good friends. I don’t see much of a want for romance from either side. But I think Elena could teach Arthur a lot about just being yourself and being happy with that. She actually reminds me of a more clumsy/offbeat Merida (from Brave lol)

I think they’d make sense as having been childhood friends who got to see each other every so often while growing up whenever they would visit the others kingdom. I would say I honestly head canon her as Aro/ace. So, for romance…

Arthena: 10/100

I also really like Mithian. She knows what she wants and who she is. She’s observant and kind and considerate. I honestly think Arthur and Mithian, if they had truly a regular arranged marriage, could’ve been pretty content with each other.

I don’t think they would’ve developed the kind of profound, deep love that I believe Arthur to have with others, but I do genuinely think they would’ve grown to love and care for each other. In another life, they would’ve been married much like Ygraine and Uther.

Arthian: 60/100

Feel free to send me ships to rank :)

[merlincinema]

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[merlinrarepairfest]

Title: The Mirrhe sweete bleeding, the Ash for nothing ill AO3 username: Zorbo_Jorks | @zorbojorks Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: Fic/ 1300 words Pairing/main characters: Elena/Mithian; Elena, Mithian Up to 10 tags: First Meetings, Feasts & Banquets, Pre-Relationship, Post-Season/Series 3, Cute and Happy, Horse Talk, Bonding over Horses

Summary:

It has been months since Elena has been freed of her changeling curse, and to say the adjustment to normal princess-hood has been easy would be a flat-out lie. She is still the same clumsy, blustering young woman she ever was, only now she is aware of how embarrassing that can be for her. Especially when her father is hosting a feast for delegates of neighboring kingdoms. Even more so when one of those delegates is Princess Mithian of Nemeth, who has the keen ability to fluster Elena with just a look and a smile. Oh, how can she possibly make it through the evening?

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60066730

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Wonderful You, You, You

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1.1k, Mithian/Elena/Vivian, E-rating, Canon AU Summary: Mithian invites the other princesses into Nemeth's tower-room for delectable delicacies and decadent delights of debauchery.

[theroundbartable]

Another one...

(Cedric counts because Merlin was kinda jealous of him and Sigan DID ask him to rule Camelot together so...... )

To be excluded are characters who are integral to the story, like for example Lancelot. I do not count Freya to those, because I feel like her real form was just that one episide. The same goes for Mithian who does return later because of Morgana.

Other options my head pesters me with:

George....

That fairy lady that was horny for Gaius

Gaius' actual girlfriend

Elena's dad (for Uther, lol. He was nice. A good dad. Uther could learn from him instead of forcing his attraction down one generation.... *Cough*)

Apples (Gwaine <3. The joke does come from only a few scenes, so it's valid)

The Lamia... (You know, the Siren power one)

Yeah, that's all my head tells me right now

[justaz]

mithian and elena watching arthur and gwen interact as an engaged couple, right before their wedding: hmm

merlin sneaking up behind them and watching what theyre staring at: whatcha doin?

mithian and elena tug merlin in between them: look!

merlin: i’m looking. what am i looking at?

elena: the way he looks at her!

merlin: with love and adoration?

mithian: like a dear friend. you know, he looked at me like that when we were betrothed

elena: he looked at me like that when we were courting too!

merlin: yeah….because he liked the both of you?

mithian hums her agreement: yes. do you know why we broke it off?

elena: and why we didn’t work out?

merlin: uh because-

elena: because he looked at us like dear friends

mithian: and he looked at you like you were his whole world

[akelafang]

Yellow Thread

Pairing: Mithian/Elena, slight side Merthur Word count: 2841

Inspired by this post by @arthursknight. It's a different pairing but the idea of the colored thread acting as a favor was so cute I had to use it! Might post to ao3 later, will link if I do.

~~~

Nemeth was abuzz with activity. Nobles and royalty from all her allied kingdoms were flocking to the citadel, a new group arriving almost every hour. Servants scurried around making preparations and aiding those who had already arrived. The reason for all this excitement? A celebratory feast was being held in Princess Mithian’s honor.

See King Rodor knew he was getting on in his years. He was starting to slow down and it wouldn’t be long before his time came. He feared what kind of position his death would leave his daughter in. While he knew MIthian will be an excellent queen and was more than capable of taking over the kingdom when he was gone, not everyone agreed with him. More than a few had expressed concern over a woman taking the reins of power in Nemeth once Rodor was gone, some had even gone so far as to suggest he skip over Mithian and make one of his nephews his heir. There was no way he was going to do such a thing. Why would he pass over his brilliant daughter just because of her sex? 

Some had expressed their support of Mithian’s future rule, such as King Arthur of Camelot, but Rodor knew that it was not enough to make the transition of power an easy one for Mithian. If he could not bring more people to support Mithian and those who opposed her managed to come together then there could very well be a coup early on in his daughter’s reign. 

So after much discussion with Mithian over the matter they had agreed to make Mithian his regent, a trial run so to speak in order to demonstrate her abilities before she was granted full power. Thus the celebratory feast. A tournament is also to take place over the duration of the guests' stay. A perfect opportunity for Mithian to showcase her skills as a warrior against knights of the realm and any from visiting kingdoms who wish to join. King Arthur himself had already expressed interest in taking part in the event.

“It would be an honor to cross blades with such a fine swordswoman.” He said when the tournament was mentioned while welcoming him and his men to the kingdom.

Mithian smiled at the gesture before answering “I look forward to besting you on the battlefield.”

Merlin, standing just behind his king like the loyal manservant he was, failed to stifle a laugh. Arthur smacked him upside the head for it but he couldn’t fully keep a smile off his face. Mithian chuckled at the display. 

“It’s good to see you again Merlin.”

“And you, your highness.” He said with a cheeky grin and a bow.

Arthur huffed and was about to interject when trumpets sounded announcing new arrivals. The procession from Gawant.

“Well, we best not keep you from your other guests.” He said instead.

“Heather will show you and you men to your rooms,” Mithian said gesturing to the mentioned servant.

The King of Camelot and his men headed inside just as the Princess of Gawant and her father rode into sight. 

Mithian had heard about Princess Elena but this was the first time they’d met in person. Rumors abound of the unkempt, socially inept, wild child heir to the throne of Gawant who was unsuccessful in securing a marriage to then Prince Arthur a few years before her attempt. Mithian failed to see the resemblance to the woman gracefully dismounting her horse before her now. Yes her hair was a little messy but who’s wasn’t after a long journey? Besides, the look suited her.

“Rodor! Good to see you old friend!” Lord Godwyn called as he and Elena approached. 

“You as well Godwyn.” The two shook hands. “Allow me to introduce my daughter and regent, Princess Mithian.”

Mithian extended her hand and Godwyn kissed the back of it. “My lady, It’s a pleasure. I believe the last time I saw you you were still a young child clinging to your mother's skirt.”

Mithian gave a polite smile. “Yes well, that would have been many years ago my lord.”

“Indeed. Time waits for no one. Allow me to introduce my daughter Princess Elena.”

The two princesses curtsied to each other.

“Princess Mithian. I’ve heard much about you.”

“And I you Princess Elena.”

“Good things I hope” Elena forced an awkward smile.

Mithian returned it with what she hoped was a reassuring look.

“Anything less than that I’d say holds no water. You must be tired after your journey, Aisling will escort you to your rooms where you can rest and freshen up before dinner.”

Godwyn and Elena bowed and curtsied respectively before moving to follow Aisling. As she passed by Mithian Elena caught her foot on the stairs and tripped. Mithian’s reflexes kicked in and she swiftly caught her around the waist, pulling Elena against herself to keep her upright. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you. I must not have raised my foot high enough.”

With their faces so close Mithian couldn’t help but notice Elena’s beautiful hazel eyes. She thinks she spotted a few flecks of blue in them. Realising she was still holding Elena she let her go and stepped back. Her throat felt tight all of a sudden and she cleared it before speaking again.

“Probably due to exhaustion. I know I’ve struggled to raise my feet after a long enough time traveling.”

“Indeed. Good thing you’re a good catch.”

Mithian looked surprised and Elena, realising what she said started to ramble.

“I mean, you’re a good catcher-uh, I mean you’re good at catching- I mean, thank you for catching me.”

Mithian pressed her lips together to keep herself from giggling. “You’re welcome.”

Elena curtsied again before hurrying up the rest of the stairs and following her father inside.

Once she was gone Mithian let the giggle escape her. She supposed the rumors weren’t completely unfounded. Though they still seem quite exaggerated. 

Mithian’s arm still felt warm from where it had been wrapped around Elena’s waist.

~~~

The feast went off without a hitch. It was a pleasant evening of good food and mostly good company. One nobleman, Lord Cilian from one of the oldest families in Nemeth tried to goad her into a debate on a woman’s place in political circles but she managed to evade the topic and steer the conversation away from that explosion waiting to happen. She was not going to win support by participating in an argument during the celebration feast of her regency.

She scanned around the banquet hall, what for she wasn’t entirely sure but she did spot Arthur just down the table bantering with Merlin as he poured him wine. She watched as the two seemed to forget everyone else around them as they looked at each other. She also watched as Sir Leon rolled his eyes and moved the wine jug out of Merlin’s hands. She pitied the poor fellow. From what she’d witnessed in her few days in Camelot she can only imagine the pain Sir Leon has experienced in his years of service having to watch those two flirt and pine.

While her ego had been bruised by Arthur calling off their engagement she certainly could not blame him for it whenever she saw him and Merlin together. She longed for someone to look at her the way he looked at Merlin. 

Rumors have been circling that Arthur was fighting with his council over law changes he wishes to make. The specifics regarding which laws vary, some say it’s about the magic ban, while others think it’s the law forbidding nobles and peasants from marrying, but in almost all versions Merlin’s name is mentioned. Whatever the truth it was obvious to Mithian that Arthur was putting things in place for him to finally make Merlin his consort. She hoped for his success and wished them both happiness.

A commotion from the other side of the hall caught her attention. She looked over to see Lord Cilian now speaking to Princess Elena. It seems he’d tried the same thing with her and she was not interested in changing the topic and ignoring him as Mithian had. 

“I don’t think I’m the one you want to have this discussion with sir. You’re clearly looking for a sympathetic ear and based on your tone I can tell you it won’t be mine or anyone from Gawant’s. Or have you forgotten that my mother was Queen Regnant and that I’m her heir? I already have more right to my throne than my father and have every intention of claiming it when I am ready. In fact, my father and I have been discussing ending his regency and officially crowning me in the near future. I’m sure it won't be too long before Gawant will be the one hosting many of the people here tonight.”

Lord Cilian huffed and moved away.

Mithian admired how she handled him. She managed to shut him down without outright insulting him or saying anything anyone could truly argue against. She was impressed. 

She caught Elena’s eye and raised her goblet to her. She ignored the flutter in her stomach when Elena smiled and returned the gesture. There was a familiar gleam in her eyes and a voice in the back of Mithian’s mind told her where she’d seen that look before. She ignored that too.

```

Mithian was in her tent preparing for the tournament. This was hardly the first tournament she’s participated in but the significance of it sent her nerves into overdrive. This was meant to be a show of strength, of her abilities as a warrior. How well she does in this tournament could help tip the scales in her favor in the eyes of the people. She needed to show them what she was capable of. 

She anxiously straightened out her chainmail where it lay on the table while she checked over the rest of her kit to make sure it was all there. 

“Shouldn’t your maid be helping you with that?” A voice asked from the tent entrance.

Mithian looked up to see Elena looking at her curiously.

“Sera’s skill is doing up tiny buttons on dresses, not armor buckles. Besides, I like doing it myself.”

Elena moved further into the tent until she stood across the table from Mithian looking over her armor. She fiddled a little bit with the handle of Mithian’s sword.

“Fair enough. I suppose it's similar to me saddling my horse. It’s meant to be the stable boy's job but I feel better doing it myself.”

“Exactly. Some things you need to do on your own even though you’re taught to let others do it.”

A somewhat awkward silence settled between them.

“So what brings you to my tent my lady?”

“Oh um, I just wanted to wish you well. Not that I think you need it of course! I’m sure you’re amazing with this thing.” She lifted the sword and the tip caught itself on Mithian’s sleeve, cutting a hole on its way up. Elena dropped the sword and hurried around the table.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?!”

She grabbed hold of Mithian’s arm and frantically searched it for any injuries.

“No it's alright, you didn’t even nick me.” Elena breathed a sigh of relief. “The only thing you got was…my tunic.”

Mithian looked down at her sleeve. Now that Elena had calmed down she fully registered that there was a large tear in her tunic sleeve. She clutched at the fabric.

“Oh shit no! I’m meant to be out there in 15 minutes!”

Elena looked surprised by her reaction, probably because she seemed to care more about her tunic getting cut than her own flesh. Mithian looked a bit embarrassed before she started to explain.

“It’s silly but, I always wear this tunic for tournaments for good luck. It was my mother’s and, I guess it makes me feel like she’s there cheering me on.”

“I don’t think that’s silly at all! It makes sense you’d want to have your mother close when doing something you love.” Elena said before a solemn, pensive look came over her face. 

No doubt she was thinking of her own mother who had passed when Elena was a baby. Mithian had been young herself when her mother had gotten terribly ill before passing. She treasured every memory she had of her and clung to any small trinket that was passed on to her. She could only imagine how much harder the loss must have been for Elena.

Suddenly the somber mood seemed to lift from Elena, quick as a lightning strike before she turned to Mithian with an excited look.

“I can mend it for you!”

The sudden shift threw Mithian off for a second but a flicker of hope began to burn in her chest. “Really?”

“You may have noticed but balance has never quite been my forte.” Elena gave a brief self-deprecating smile. “I’m well acquainted with tears and learned to mend them pretty quickly. I could have this sewn up before you’re needed for the tournament. I think I’ve even got some thread that will match!”

Elena pulled a small sewing kit from her dress pocket and, with a nod from Mithian, quickly got to work. Meanwhile, Mithian finished all the preparations she could in just her breeches and undershirt. As she strapped her greaves to her legs she couldn’t help glancing over at Elena, watching her as she worked. Clumsy she may be while on her feet but the way her hands moved with needle and thread between her fingers was nothing short of graceful. The practiced movements were smooth and fluid as the needle glided through the fabric. Mithian felt like she could watch her work for hours. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts and moved on to tie her hair back in a ponytail. She needed to focus on the tournament now and not on unkempt, awkward, pretty, princesses.

However, that was hard when said princess let out a triumphant “Ah ha! Done!” 

Elena hurried over to Mithian, stumbling slightly but quickly righting herself. She eagerly held out Mithian’s tunic with a look of pride. Mithian took it from her gratefully and looked over her handy work.

“Oh, it's lovely Elena! It looks as good as new!” Mithian smiled as she analyzed the craftsmanship, running her thumb along the mended seam. That is when she noticed it. Just at the end of the stitched-up hole, next to the thread that blended in perfectly with her off-white tunic, were 4 little stitches in yellow thread. The same yellow as Elena’s dress.

“It wouldn’t be proper for a princess to be seen carrying another princess's favor but…I thought this might do. Forgive me if I overstepped.”

Mithian glanced up at her but Elena had her head down, refusing to meet her gaze. She looked anxious and though she tried to hide behind her messy hair Mithian could see a rosy hue on her cheeks. Adorable.

Mithian tugged the tunic on, catching Elena’s attention. She caressed the little yellow stitched thread before smiling at the other princess. “I shall wear them with pride, my lady.”

Elena’s smile was like beaming sunshine and Mithian was captivated by the sight. Anyone who said the princess of Gawant was unattractive had clearly never seen her smile before.

Her gaze softened as the two smiled at each other, turning almost shy. Mithian quickly put on her chainmail and armor but she could feel Elena’s eyes on her the whole time. Hesitantly Elena moved closer to Mithian, reaching towards her neck. 

“Allow me.” She breathed, barely above a whisper. Gently she reached behind Mithin and lifted her hair up, releasing her ponytail from the tunic and chainmail. Her fingers skimmed along the base of her neck sending shivers down Mithian’s spine. Their eyes never strayed from one another. “Wouldn’t want your hair to get all tangled up”

“Thank you,” Mithian spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the moment they had found themselves in. 

Mithian’s eyes dropped down to Elena’s lips. She knew she shouldn’t but it was like there was a magnetic pull between her and Elena, one she was losing the fight against. She leaned forward. Just as her lips were about to brush Elena’s the trumpet sounded, announcing that the tournament was about to begin. 

Like that, the spell was broken. They jolted away from each other, avoiding the other's eyes. Mithian hurried to grab her sword and helmet and made her way towards the tent flap.

“Mithian!”

She stopped at Elena’s call.

“Good luck.”

“You’ll be watching from the stands right?”

Elena nodded.

“Then I’ll have all the luck I’ll need.”

Elena gave her another of those blinding sunny smiles. It quickly turned mischievous “Maybe if you win I’ll let you join me for a horse ride tomorrow. If you think you can keep up with me.”

“I look forward to it my lady.”

[pagsys-writings]

weak in the knees

ao3 link

Rating: Teen Category: W/W Fandom: Merlin Relationship: Elena/Mithian Words: 927 Content Warning: alcohol use, kind of drunken confessions

For @flufftober Day 21: Swoon

Summary: Elena doesn't swoon, but maybe she does for pretty brunettes with a heart of gold.

Elena does not swoon. She just doesn’t. Arthur Pendragon — the heartthrob of their time — couldn’t even make her swoon. If anything, she thinks of him as a good friend — someone who can actually challenge her in a horse race. Even if she always wins.

She’s had plenty of suitors come her way. Men from good families and with good enough looks come to her father for a chance to win her hand in marriage. It never takes long for Elena to realize they simply want the money her family has or want to one day take over her family's business. And they’re boring, can’t ride a horse, and just… not Elena’s type. Not that she actually knows what her type is.

Or… maybe she does…

Maybe it’s… someone with long dark hair, kind eyes, a warm smile, and someone with kindness, compassion, and competitiveness. Someone with curves in all the right places and who is loved by everyone. Maybe she’s staring at her type right now. Maybe it’s… Mithian…

“Are you even listening to me, Elena?” Vivian huffs and stamps her foot. The heel of her shoe clicks harshly against the hard floor and echoes through the room, drawing some unwanted attention. Though Vivian always draws the attention of others while many tend to stay clear of Elena, which is probably why Vivian lingers around Elena whenever possible.

Elena pulls her gaze away from Mithian and back to the pouting Vivian, who even has her arms crossed now. Her eyebrow is raised in question and judgment. “Sorry,” Elena whispers. She takes a sip of her wine. She’d much rather have a beer, but this is a ‘distinguished party’ for the young adults of their standings and beer is sadly not an option.

“Who’s got your attention anyway?” Vivian asks, swirling around dramatically as she looks into the various faces around them. “It’s not Arthur, right? You know he’s taken.” Elena would like to walk away but she knows Vivian will just follow after her. “Gwaine? He does have nice hair. Even I would like to run my fingers through it and— Hey! Where are you going?”

“To get a drink!” Elena calls over her shoulder finally having enough of her friend.

“But you have a drink already!” Vivian whines. 

Elena quickly throws back the remainder of her wine and grimaces at the taste. Yeah, she is not a wine girl. She hears Vivian call out to bring her back something, but she pretends not to hear it. And maybe she spends way more time than is necessary at the bar, chugging glasses of wine as they’re placed in front of her and earning concerned but impressed looks from the bartender and various patrons around her.

She fidgets with the skirts of her dress. God, pants are so much better than this. Why does she have to wear dresses in an already uncomfortable environment? “I hate it here,” she whines to herself. Her brain feels a little fuzzy and as she reaches for her drink, her hand is just slightly off-center and knocks into the glass.

Elena watches as the glass tilts in slow motion and the red liquid sloshes about. God, she’s going to end up with wine all over her new blue dress and her father is going to be disappointed in her. She’s resigned to her fate, but a pale, elegant hand comes to her rescue and settles the glass before damage can be done.

The slender fingers wrap around the stem of the glass and Elena knows who it is once she sees the forest green nail polish. She lifts her gaze but it takes a moment to focus on Mithian as the world spins around her. God, she’s so pretty.

Mithian’s lips curl up, and Elena’s eyes widen. Did she say that out loud?

“I think,” Mithian says slowly as she pushes the wine glass away from Elena’s grasp, “that you’ve had plenty to drink tonight. Don’t you think, Elena?” 

Elena has no idea what to say, so she just stares at Mithian’s beautiful face. Mithian’s kind smile directed at her shortcircuits her already intoxicated mind. She needs to say something, but she doesn’t trust her mouth to say words correctly so she nods her head dumbly.

And then… Mithian tucks a strand of Elena’s hair behind her ear. Her fingers brush gently against Elena’s cheek and jaw, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. And she smiles so fondly that Elena’s knees go weak. She does not swoon. She’s just leaning really heavily against the top of the bar to keep herself upright.

Mithian steps closer. Her hand gently wraps around Elena’s elbow to steady her. “How about we get you home?” she asks softly. 

And Elena is going to blame the wine for the words that come out of her mouth. “Is that an invitation?” Mithian’s eyes go wide and Elena feels the heat in her cheeks. Oh, she definitely needs to leave now. 

Mithian chuckles. Her hand tightens her hold like she can read Elena’s mind and knows she wants to flee. “Maybe if you were sober,” she replies and that makes Elena pause. 

It’s not a rejection. That is definitely a “come back later” kind of comment. Elena takes a deep breath in. “That’s not a 'no',” she says because her brain is moving slowly and she needs Mithian to confirm what she thinks she heard. 

“It’s not,” Mithian says with a smile. 

And Elena doesn’t swoon, but maybe she does for pretty brunettes with a heart of gold. 

[crypticcryptidcaretaker]

LET MORGANA BE A LESBIAN LET HER BE GAY LET HER RETCH AT THE IDEA OF BEING WITH A MAN LET HER SPEECHES ABOUT MAGIC ALSO BE ABOUT HER QUEERNESS LET HER BE THE MEAN LESBIAN WITH THE SOFTEST KINDEST INTERIOR LET THE PENDRAGON SIBLINGS BE GAY LET HER BE ANGRY AT THE WORLD LET HER FIND A GIRL WHO BREAKS THROUGH HER HARD EXTERIOR AND EMBRACES THE KINDNESS WITHIN LET HER BOND WITH HER BROTHER ABOUT BEING QUEER LET THEM BE SO SIMILAR YET SO DIFFERENT LET HER MAKE OUT WITH VISITING PRINCESSES INSTEAD OF ARTHUR LET HER HAVE MAD GAME LET HER WOO ALL THE LADIES OF THE COURT WHILE ARTHUR TRIPS OVER HIS OWN FEET LET HER KISS WOMEN GIVE HER A GIRLFRIEND OR SO HELP ME

[alex-the-bringer-of-chaos]

Other characters - my BBC Merlin hcs

Do click on the images cause some got turned fugly

King Cenred (he/him)

Cis man gnc, Omnisexual and Monogamous.

Had an intimaship with Morgause

Eira (she/her)

Cis woman, Poly aroflux and Agamous.

In a queerotic relationship with Gwaine and Morgana.

Princess Elena (she/fae/it/they)

Genderfae, Sapphic and Syndeamorous.

Courting Mithian.

Godwyn's daughter. Rodor's daughter-in-law.

Freya (she/her)

Demigirl, Queer greyaro aegosexual and Gamyflux.

In a wavership with Elyan, Gwen, Morgana and Will. In a simulship with Merlin.

George (Non fem prns)

Libramasculine, Gay orchidrose and Europic.

In a qpr with Leon.

Princess Mithian (she/her)

Cis woman gnc, Bisexual and Divisuamorous.

Courting Elena. In a semiship with Gwen. In a qpr with Leon. In a simulship with Arthur and Merlin. In an quoi-distinguishable relationship with Morgana. Had a casual relationship with Morgana.

Rodor's daughter. Godwin's daughter-in-law.

Morgause Le Fay (she/he)

Bigender, Apothiromantic abrosexual and Antiamorous.

In a passionate friendship with Morgana. Had an intimaship with Cenred.

Gorlois and Vivienne's child. Morgana's half-sibling. Gwen's sibling-in-law. Mordred's aunt.

Nimueh (she/fae)

Transfem, Lesbian and Relationship anarchist.

Was Ygraine's delamour.

Queen Ygraine Pendragon (she/her)

Intersex cis woman, Pomosexual and Biamorous.

Was Nimueh's delamour. Had an open marriage with Uther (though he rewrote history to depict it as monogamous).

Agravaine and Tristan's sister. Arthur's mother. Morgana's step-mother. Merlin's mother-in-law. Gwen and Lancelot's step-mother-in-law. Mordred's grandma.

Other hcs

The Rulers of Camelot

The Knights of the Round Table