#ah percival~

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

They were really having a day, weren’t they?

[ivyllamauwu]

I think about this daily, and it really makes me appreciate their “friendship”

[sonicstorybook]

SATBK Origintober 9

In Perceval (The Story of the Grail), Percival's mother doesn't want her to become a knight because her two older brother's became knights and were then defeated and killed in combat.

And you, a child at the time, had two very handsome brothers. You were tiny, still nursing, barely over two years old. When your brothers were grown, on the advice and counsel of theirfather they went to two royal courts to receive their armor and horses. The elder went to the king of Escavalon and served him until he was knighted. And the other, the younger, went to King Ban of Gomeret. Both youths were dubbed and knighted on the same day, and on the same day set forth to return to their home, for they wanted to bring happiness to me and to their father, who never saw them again, for they were defeated in arms. Both died in combat, which has brought me great grief and sadness. [...] Your father died of grief for his sons, and I have suffered a very bitter life since he passed on

[chemsaway]

Brain needed Wilsons to cope today 

[blorbologist]

Two for joy: Chapter 27

[Posting this week's chapter early - I just attended a wedding and am off to smores! Will likely head to bed early due to the drive tomorrow, so figured I'd get this out of the way. This is one of my favorite chapters, so I dearly hope you enjoy!]

“Oh, thank goodness you’re back!” Tary has Percy by the lapels and is shaking him as soon as the rest of the party steps foot in Whitestone. “Thank goodness - I was almost kidnapped! Stolen away!”

“You were what?!”

--

(Kidnappings become a touch difficult in a city hosting a sizable number of mages for a special occasion.)

(It is perhaps shoddy luck that led it to be Kima who uncovered the deception.)

(Given what happened to one of her own last time a traitor was among their midst, she was not in the most merciful of moods. Kr’yyn’s corpse provided all the insight needed.)

--

“I don’t want you to delay your wedding again,” Tary laments, head in his hands. Doty pats him on the back a few times, bleating “Tary, Tary, Tary ” as gently as a construct can.

Vex also rubs soothing circles over his back, mindful of Doty’s ministrations. “Oh, Goldie, it’s alright -”

“You couldn’t possibly have it without me! I’m your best friend - your man of honor!”

“Yes, that’s true,” she agrees with a little laugh. 

“Could we, maybe, visit my family? Once you’re both back from the honeymoon?” Tary asks. “There has to be a reason father hired her, and I - I need to know.”

“Of course, dear.”

“And if more thugs come to Whitestone to take me home?”

Vex smirks. “It’s Whitestone, darling. I’d like to see them try - especially now that we know they’re coming.”

[One for sorrow] [Ch1] [Keep reading on AO3] 

[shittywizzard]

Cursed myself when I decided my favourite pets are cats, birds, and mice.

Curse of My Favourite Pet Is A Predator

No small animals for me

[mossmx]

I think them should talk after they fuck in my fic bc ya know... communication is good for actual relationships... buuuut also idgaf about healthy communication in my fic rn :D

both of them have come (even If i didn't exactly wrote that scene yet opsie) but that is enough for me

prendo e porto a casa 💼

[justaz]

lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out

merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???

arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!

merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???…..valiant….oh the knight with the snakes.

gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??

arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink we’d be even.

merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did that…..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?

arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??

merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me

arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didn’t reject you!!! i just didn’t realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got

leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!

merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t rejected, his flirtations just weren’t noticed - realizing he still has a chance: oh…oh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? “do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?” or “i could take you apart with one blow”

arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: m…my dear….?????????

merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? say…mine?

percival gags in elyan’s ear: cheesy

elyan hides a laugh: at least they’re finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining

arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh

merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.

[mooneeswrld]

WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, mention of blood, violence, overprotecting, a bit of yandere, chaos power, slight dirty talks.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

“i cannot…ah…just stay there…ah…while doing nothing…!” I said to myself while I was running without turning back as my drunk father yelled to me to come home and stop my “bullshits”.

I was still in my street, not running fast because of my heavy armor and sword. but the good side is that I wasn’t being chased by an alcoholic person that I call “father”.

so I stopped running for a while, my face all red because of the effort. I started walking out of Liones till I bump in someone with long white hair.

“ow…watch where you’re goin-“ I exclaimed till I face the person that turned back.

wait…

“sorry miss !!” said the freaking prince Tristan surrounded by his…friends ?

“o-oh ! do not apologise your majesty it’s for me I-“ I’ve been cut by him chuckling curiously. we know each other slightly, my dad know his dad a bit so we saw each other often.

“oh come on, (y/n), not those manners between us !!” he smiled at me after saying that. I smiled back but nervously, I was kinda hurry.

“oh okay, if you say so, Tristan” I chuckled softly between my words. I looked at the people behind him and looked at a girl that was clearly scaring me. she looked at me with furious eyes, that’s a girl I often saw around Tristan and two other guys.

“anyway, what were you doing in such a hurry ?” those words were from a guy I recognised between all : Lancelot. I frowned, knowing he knew about my abusive father. I then thought again about the fact that I needed to leave right the way.

“u-uh…doing exercises !!” I said seriously but nervous too because I was lying.

“LIAR !” screamed a blue haired girl from behind a lil man with a purple helmet. I jumped as she screamed and looked at her with wide eyes. how could she know anything about me and my reason to leave ??

“I-uh…excuse me…what ?” I said kinda nervous because of the feeling of all the gaze on me.

“I said : you’re lying” she said sure of herself.

“how can you be sure of that ?” I asked without any bad talking, I was just so confused. as she was going to talk about her “thing”, Lancelot explained.

“she can see when people are lying, blah blah blah… anyway, what. were. you. running. off. from ??” he frowned as Tristan did too. I started feeling stress in my tummy.

“I-uhh…I was-“ I’ve been cut again by Tristan touching my shoulder while saying with worried eyes.

“do you want me to call my father for any help ?? he could talk to your paren-“ he had been cut too by me saying clearly and loudly “nope !”

“DON’T CUT WHEN SIR PRINCE TRISTAN LIONES IS TALKING !” yelled the freaking scary girl that was staring at me badly since I got here.

the little kid with a purple helmet said with all his innocence which was so cute “hello ! I’m Percival ! who are you ?”

I jumped again “what are their problems ?? they are all talking at the same time : there’s a girl screaming at me “liar” another tell me life lessons, a boy is presenting himself and Tristan is saying if I need help of his father !!”

calm down (y/n).

before I could say it, Lancelot did it : “wow, guys, you’re all talking at the same time ! calm down !!”

I felt my tension decrease slowly as I looked at the little boy and said with a nice smile “hey ! I’m (y/n) nice to meet you Percival !”

he smiled and chuckled before saying “nice to meet you too !”

“anyways guys i really need to go now…for my reasons.” I started walking forward again before a hand placed on my shoulder.

“will we met again, (y/n) ?” said Tristan with a worried look before I saw Lancelot having the same look. I chuckled before turing to them.

“of course we will, I promise”

he smiled as a relief before I waved to them and ran back out of Liones.

~~~~

as I ran out of Liones, a bag of clothes in my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘what if Tristan tell his dad ??’

but I trust Tristan, he know that I wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it…right ?

I stopped running when I bumped into someone in the stable at the exit of Liones. the shock ad a sound of two metals hitting each other. am I bumping into everyone now or what ?

“excuse me” I said not bothering looking at the man, a knight to be more precise.

the man said nothing, just looking at me weirdly. he was looking at me like some model that needed to be perfect. suddenly he touched my hair, I then gasped, reminding of an old memory. I then slapped his hand out of my hairs and looked furiously at him.

“what do you think you’re doing ?!” I exclaimed calmly but with a furious tone.

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

my eyes widen, what was he on about ?? I felt the aura of others knights hiding somewhere. I felt my breath heavier. and looked at him to respond.

“what are you talking about, you fool ? I won’t marry Tristan !!” I exclaimed slightly confused. I started walking to my horse, trying to get out of this…trap I think ?

“I’m not talking of Liones here” he said with a more serious tone. his eyes locked on me, trying to look at my body trough my armor.

I gasped as I prepared my horse, nearly finished so I can ran out.

“w-well…no, I know it’s some random jokes. now if you’ll excuse me” I said as he chuckled after it. I jumped on my horse looking at him from the top of my horse.

he smiled and said “we’ll see about that then. we will met again, and this time we will take you and bring you to our king”.

I gasped and turn my horse around and started going away from the stable and them. why is this day so awful ??

~~~~

as hours passed fast, my horse felt more and more tired and the was going to let his place to the moon. I then thought that I needed to stop at an hostel. I then went to closer village from where I was.

when I finally saw a village where people lived peacefully. I put my horse in the stable of the village. and then rushed in the hostel, it was already the night.

the hostel was a small one. after I prayed, wishing there was still free rooms, I entered in.

“hello ma’am ! how can I help you ?” said the person directly when I entered : which makes me jump.

“hello, can I get a room for tonight. I’m alone” I smiled slightly at the old man.

“uuh…let me check…yeah…we have still two rooms free so you can get a room” said the old man as he took a key behind him. “It’ll be the room 5”

I took the keys and said thanks and good night as I started walking to my room. when I entered, I heard loud man laugh on the room beside mine, great. I entered my room and started taking my shower.

as I stopped the water and was ready to dry myself, I stopped. I was frozen in place as I heard the conversation of my neighbours.

“yeah…ahah ! King Arthur is searching for a wife…I think our mission is over since we found this girl thus morning in the stable…ahahah, it was quick !”

wait…

what did he said ??!

I started panicking, my first move is to grab my towel and dry myself with a fast and nervous way. ‘(y/n), you’re completely alone right now, if they happen to see you…as the knights of King Arthur…you’re dead’

this night, I didn’t slept well : you know why.

~~~~

the next morning got really fast. you woke up, got ready and got out of your room to checkout the night as the freaking knights were in the bar of the hostel. you gasped, panicking again when the old man called you loudly.

“good morning ma’am ! was everything okay ?”

you wanted to crush his face against his fucking desk. you took a big inspiration and walked in. feeling the gaze of the knights.

“I’d like to checkout” you said as you glared at the poor old man. you then payed and walked fast out of the hostel but…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“we met again…ma’am” said the knight of the other day. I decided to act dumb :

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the said of my head that knocked me down…

shit…

*to be continued*

[a-b-riddle]

NAH CUZ WHY IS EVERYONE IN ‘Can't stop thinking about’ SO TERRIBLE TO THE READER??? MY GIRLS TRYING TO GRIEVE A 2 YEAR RELATIONSHIP AND HER FRIEND GOES SPILLING ALL THE BEANS TO A GUY NAMED PERCIVAL?? AND THEN GETS MAD SHE SAYS NO??! WTF.

Ah sorry for getting so passionate! I just got really invested and I want our girl to be happy, with or without the boys (but like no apology simon?? Asshole. You literally said yourself you didn’t want to marry her) Amazing story!!

I had friends who pulled this shit. Like I wanna just be sad. Lemme be sad for a minute.

And yeah. Simon is digging his grave deeper and deeper with yall. I love it

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering: Collected Company

Authors note: Knock knock bitch! burnout is gone and I finally returned to my first series and no one is safe. @existslikepristin

"Oppa, carry me. I'm tired," Chaewon pleaded, her voice a mix of exhaustion and playfulness. Percival turned to his girlfriend with a knowing smile.

"Ah, but you have two perfectly functional legs," he teased, fully aware he'd give in to her request anyway. He enjoyed the little game they played, her earning his favor with just a touch of effort.

Chaewon pouted, halting their progress with a dramatic slump. "But OPPA, I've been performing all week. I'm utterly exhausted. Can't you please give me a lift?" she implored, weariness evident in her posture.

"Alright, hop on, Chae," Percival relented, unable to resist her puppy-dog eyes. Chaewon's face lit up as she eagerly climbed onto his back, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as he carried her into the Card Shop.

"Hey, Percy!" the cashier greeted them warmly. "Here to pick up your order?" they asked, oblivious to Percival's concealed discomfort. As the cashier fetched their items, Chaewon's eyes landed on her new commander, Loot, Key to the universe, and her excitement was palpable.

Sensing her gaze, Percival turned to her with a smile. "Excited?" he inquired, noting the spark in her eyes. Chaewon nodded enthusiastically. After settling the bill, they found a nearby table to sleeve their new cards and decks.

Percival observed Chaewon's focused demeanor with admiration and affection, finishing his task before her due to years of practice. When she finally looked up, he couldn't help but smile at her.

"What?" she asked, curious at his expression.

"Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend," Percival replied, his affectionate tone not lost on her. Though she rolled her eyes at his sappiness, deep down, she cherished his displays of affection, finding solace in his care.

"Wanna get a quick game in?" Chaewon proposed eagerly.

"Chae, you know we're supposed to wait," Percival reminded her sternly, though he knew she could easily sway him.

Pouting cutely, Chaewon persisted, "I know, but I just want to see how well you pilot this new deck."

"As much as I'd love to dive into games with this commander, our friends might not appreciate it," Percival reasoned.

"Come on, just one quick match. Everyone else got to practice," Chaewon insisted, pulling out her phone to show him proof.

"Those sneaky ones," Percival grumbled, feeling annoyance.

"Yeah, now you know. Let's play," Chaewon said with a grin, and Percival couldn't resist her enthusiasm, setting up his deck to her delight.

The tension between them heightened as they faced each other across their playmats. Chaewon's smile widened as she glanced at the custom playmat featuring her own likeness, a thoughtful gift from Percival. Observing his meticulous setup, she marveled at his methodical movements, admiring the way he arranged his mat, deck, and commander. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as Percival graciously allowed her to take the first turn.

With a confident demeanor, Chaewon laid down an Island and cast Mystic Remora, initiating her strategy. Meanwhile, Percival swiftly established his own board presence, starting with Command Tower, followed by Sol Ring, and culminating in the summoning of Tinybones, the Pickpocket. As she drew three cards from the trade-off, Chaewon couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement, even if she didn't fully grasp the intricacies of the exchange. Undeterred, she continued her turn by playing another land and attempting to cast Three Visits, leveraging her resources to their fullest potential.

Percival acknowledged her play with a thumbs-up, his own strategy unfolding smoothly as he summoned his commander and led an offensive with Tinybones. Chaewon, bracing herself, took the hit and begrudgingly exiled the top two cards of her library, knowing they might come back to haunt her in Percival's hands. With a calculating gaze, he stored the exiled cards beneath his commander, his mind already racing through potential plays.

Glancing at Chaewon, then at his hand of cards, Percival knew he had a decision to make. While he understood the correct path to victory, he also recognized Chaewon was not ready for the following turns. Chaewon's growth was undeniable though and her request to remove the metaphorical training wheels during their matches. With a newfound determination, Percival focused on navigating the game, his senses sharpened as he observed Chaewon's next moves. As she played another land and cast Nature's Lore, fetching an OG Dual Tropical Island, Percival couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. It was the first time Chaewon had demonstrated the strategy of fetching dual lands, a sign of her evolving understanding of the game. This realization emboldened Percival to raise the stakes, ready to test Chaewon's skills further.

"Ah, that's new," Percival remarked, acknowledging Chaewon's innovative play.

"You like it, Civy? I figured it out a few days ago since Tropical Island is both a forest and an Island," Chaewon explained proudly, her confidence evident.

Before they could delve deeper into their match, they were interrupted by the arrival of Yunjin and the rest of their friends (including me), who questioned why they were starting without them. Chaewon swiftly countered, pointing out that they had all begun practicing before receiving their decks. As everyone settled down, they took a moment to assess the state of the game.

"I see you were about to run her over," I commented to Percival, noting the disparity between their board states.

"No, he wasn't," Chaewon retorted, defending her position.

"Hey, Percival, mind showing us your hand since we're starting a new game?" I requested, eager to see the contents of his deck. With a nonchalant gesture, Percival revealed two win conditions and counterspells, while also flipping over Chaewon's cards to reveal a Rhystic Study and an Underworld Breach. Chaewon's eyes widened in realization as Percival simply shrugged.

"Oh yeah, that game was pretty much over," Eunchae chimed in teasingly, her words stoking Chaewon's frustration.

"Yah" Growling in response, Chaewon watched as Percival rose from his seat, taking a moment to stretch before returning. "Game two?" he proposed, unfazed by the previous interruption.

"You mean game one," Yujin corrected, irritation evident in her tone. Percival rolled his eyes. As they all prepared for the next round, anticipation hung in the air, each player eager to prove themselves in this new iteration of the game.

"Hey Civy Oppa, can I sit next to you?" Kazuha's voice broke through the pre-game chatter, drawing Civy's attention. With a thumbs-up, he welcomed her to his side. Watching their interaction was always intriguing to me. Despite Civy's reserved nature, he seemed to open up more around Kazuha and Chaewon.

It wasn't lost on me that Civy, much like myself, was guarded about sharing personal information. Yet, he appeared more at ease with Kazuha, perhaps because of their shared quirks and tendencies. Despite his flamboyant demeanor, Civy maintained a calculated distance, revealing only the bare minimum about himself. It was a curious contrast, especially considering his ostentatious presentation would suggest otherwise. Beyond the surface, all we knew was that he had a family consisting of a dad, a mom, and two sisters. Chaewon might have been privy to more, but she kept it under wraps, leaving me with a lingering sense of curiosity.

"Question before we begin. Can we do a two-headed dragon game? I don't want this game to last 3.5 hours," Civy interjected, addressing the group with a reasonable request. We all agreed, pairing off as usual: Connor with Yunjin, Dexter with Eunbi, Sakura with Siyeon, Chaewon with Civy, and Yujin with myself.

"Are you two together again?" Civy inquired, noticing the proximity between Yujin and me. We both nodded, accustomed to Civy's silent approval before he proceeded to shuffle his deck.

"So, what does this deck do, Oppa?" Kazuha inquired politely, leaning in closer to Percival with genuine curiosity.

"Well, Zuha, this deck capitalizes on the combat damage dealt by my creatures to gather insights and resources from our opponents' decks. I aim to either secure victory later using those acquired cards or force our opponents into a stall," Percival explained, his tone animated with enthusiasm. "Plus, the artwork is super cool," he added, gesturing towards the vibrant illustrations adorning the cards. Kazuha nodded appreciatively, while Chaewon watched pleased to see this side of Percival opening up to the group.

However, after Sakura sternly scolded Percival about his interactions with other members, he noticeably withdrew. Though we all noticed the shift, we understood it would take time for him to regain his comfort level.

"Okay," Kazuha replied, observing as Percival set up his deck.

"Last question, everyone. Are we going hardcore or taking it easy?" Percival inquired, seeking input from the group.

"Hardcore. I'm eager to fine-tune Narset," Connor declared confidently, though met with disapproving glances from the rest of us. He relented with a sigh.

"Hey, Oppa, can I give it a try?" Kazuha asked, prompting knowing laughter from Cival and Chaewon.

"Why are you closing up? I wanted to play," Kazuha expressed confusion as Chaewon groaned, eventually handing over $45-50 to Percival.

"Oh, I just wanted you to experience the deck we got for you," Percival revealed, presenting a blue and white deck box to Kazuha. Opening it, she revealed Dr. Madison Li, eliciting surprise from the rest of us, except for Chaewon, who grumbled about losing the bet. Percival goes to sit outside of our little circle and begins gold fishing his deck

"Hey unnie so how do we decide who goes first," Kazuha asks shyly.

"Usually we roll dice but you can go first. RIGHT GUYS," Chaewon says to the rest of us and we agree.

Kazuha sets herself up comfortably and begins. we all look at starting hands and Kazuha asks Percival, "Hey Oppa What does 0 mean in the mana cost."

Percival sits up and says "Oh dear!"

"Can you believe Civy gave Zuha all those powerful cards in her first deck?" Yunjin questioned Connor as they headed back to his place

"Yes Percival is crazy but that's not what I want to think about," Connor replied finally happy to have some alone time between him and Yunjin.

"So what do you want to talk about," Yunjin asked her voice taking on a deeper and more sultry tone.

"Oh the amazing dinner I am going to prepare for you," Connor replied. Yunjin smiled as they entered the apartment. As they arrived at Connor's place, the atmosphere shifted subtly, charged with anticipation and desire. Connor led Yunjin inside, their hands brushing against each other as they moved through the familiar space. With a shared glance, they both knew that the evening held the promise of intimacy and connection.

In the kitchen, Connor began to gather ingredients for their dinner, his movements deliberate yet infused with a sense of eagerness. Yunjin watched him with admiration, appreciating his culinary skills and the effort he was putting into their evening together.

As Connor started to prepare the meal, Yunjin moved closer, her presence a warm and comforting presence in the kitchen. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, interspersed with laughter and affectionate glances.

As the aroma of the cooking food filled the air, their shared anticipation grew, each moment imbued with a sense of intimacy and connection. And as they sat down to enjoy the delicious meal together, their hearts were full, knowing that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

After dinner, Connor and Yunjin both got calls on their phone

"Come on Pick Up. Come on Pick up." Percival fretted as Chaewon mirrored his call and fretted with hers directed to Yunjin.

Thankfully Connor picks up,

"Oh thank God you two are safe. We have a situation." Percival says worried.

[theredneckerchief]

In which Melrin and the Knights are sitting around the campfire and Sir Percival is in charge of the story telling...

Percival: They call him...Emrys

Lancelot: *glances at Merlin*

Merin: *chokes on his soup*

Arthur: It's alright Merlin no need to be scared, Emrys doesn't actually exist

Percival: The Druids say, he was born from mortals in the time of the great purge, from a dragonlord who saught shelter and from a woman with a heart of gold. A child born from a love that could never be. The tripple goddess took pity on her peoples and gathered the lost magic of the dead felled by the Butcher King -sorry Arthur.

Arthur: *waves his hand for him to continue*

Merlin: *trying to catch Lancelot's eye and get him to change topics*

Lancelot: *looks at Merlin and nods* What happened next Perc?

Merlin: *mouths* traitor

Percival: Well, the babe was born with the lost magic of Albion coursing through his veins. A God in his own right. He can level any kingdom with a thought, create or destroy armies with the snap of his fingers.

Arthur: See Merlin? If he existed, I doubt "The Butcher King's" kingdom would still exist. *satisfied smirk at Merlin's pale face*

Percival: Ah you see Emrys was not born without purpose Arthur. He is the guardian of the Once and Future King. A King destined to usher a golden age of prosperity and unite the land of Albion under a banner of peace.

Gwaine: Sooo how would we know who this Emrys is? What if Arthur is that King?

Arthur: Whilst I appreciate the praise Gwaine, it's a children's story meant to scare people like Merlin. It can't possibly be true.

Percival: Well there is a way to test it... it is said that Emrys will respond to any prayer spoken sincerely by the Once and Future King.

Gwaine: Go on Arthur, try it *winks*

Merlin: I really don't think this is a good idea.

Leon: I agree with Merlin here, summoning a dangerous sorcerer is a bad idea...

Gwaine: We're not summoning him, just pray for something harmless, he can't refuse it right? So why not try? Or are you worried you're not this great King? *wiggles eyebrows*

Arthur: *growls* Fine. *closes eyes* As I sit here now I pray to Emrys to...uh...give Gwaine an apple.

Merlin: *Magics an apple infront of gwaine*

Arthur: *opens eyes* What? Why's everyone looking at me like that? *sees apple*...oh

Leon: Merlin...?

Merlin: *high pitched squeek* yeh?

Percival: I saw it too.

Gwaine: And me.

Arthur: What? What is it? I command you as the King of Camelot to tell me what the bloody hell is going on.

Leon: It's Merlin sire. His eyes... They blazed gold at your prayer...

Arthur: *laughing hysterically* Good one Leon.

*silence*

Arthur: You're serious? Yo- you mean Mer- *turns to Merlin, eyes fixed on his* As I sit here today, I pray to Emrys to sharpen my sword.

Merlin: *Eyes blaze gold*

*Arthur's sword unsheathes itself and starts sharpening itself mid-air*

Merlin: Um...tada? *jazz hands*

Elyan: *comes back from gathering firewood* So what was Percy's story about today?

(Inspired by this tumblr post:

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[mechaness]

Bath time

Warning: a lil bit of nakedness, and I'm still calling Nasiens a "she". Also, spoilers from chapter 155! Enjoy! ^^

The Percival platoon was finally together again. There was a sense of happiness among all of them, and there was so much to talk about, but first things first.

"Let's go to sleep then!" Percival said, smiling at his friends. "Ah, but maybe..." a mischievous smirk replace his smile. He looked at Nasiens, giggling. "Nasiens! Let's go take a bath together! You promised!"

Nasiens blushed, half hiding her face with her hat. So he hadn't noticed... She couldn't blame him. The change was subtle, maybe because it was just starting, but her body had changed.

To be honest, she already shared some... characteristics with a biological woman, but now she could feel other changes. For starters, she had a defined waist now. Her clothes felt big now because of that. And of course...

Her hat went down, covering her chest. They were definitely bigger now, though still small.

Percival face snapped her out of it, getting way too close to hers.

"Nasiens? You there?"

"Uh? Ah, um..." Percival was waiting for an answer and she only got redder.

"Nah man, he never wants to go in with us!" Donny chimed in, laughing. Nasiens thought of correcting him. She didn't like to be referred as a "he" anymore, but just thinking about having that conversation exhausted her. Luckily for her, Percival was there.

"She will with me! She promised." Percival said, putting his arm on Nasiens' shoulder and pulling her closer to him, smiling confidently.

"Who's "she"?" Donny sounded confused, until realization hit him. "Wait, you don't mean...?!" he said, pointing at her.

"Don't tell me that's what you been hiding?" Anne said, a smile appearing on her face. "I knew from the start you were hiding something, but I never imagined it was this!"

"I wasn't h-... I mean, well... I guess in a sense I was... It wasn't my intention, I'm sorry." Nasiens answered, squeezing her hat. She looked at her friends and the only thing she saw was acceptance. She smiled at them and continued, "I truly feel much more comfortable this way, so I would prefer it if you called me as a girl from now on."

"Sure, ma'am! You got it!" Donny said, giving her a thumbs up. "I always had a hunch!" he playfully elbowed Anne, who just rolled her eyes at him, smiling.

"Whatever, you big oaf," and then she looked at Nasiens, her smile getting wider, "I'm glad you feel comfortable now, and it sure feels nice to have another girl to talk to." Anne said, winking at Nasiens. Nasiens smiled back. Donny and Anghalhad were truly wonderful friends.

So wonderful in fact, they both started scolding Percival.

"You know she's a girl now, you idiot! What are you asking?!" Donny yelled, slapping Percival in his head, making him pout.

"If anything, I'm getting in with her! Not you!" Anne said, grabbing Nasiens by her other arm, sticking her tongue out.

"No way, she promised!" Percival declared, grabbing Nasiens by the waist and throwing her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was about to run off with her, despite the protests of the other two, but he stopped mid track. "I mean, it's fine, right?"

Nasiens had both her hands covering her face. Percival thought she looked really cute when she blushed like that.

"Yes..." Nasiens whispered, enough for everyone to hear. Percival laughed and continued walking, leaving both Donny and Anne sighing.

The royal bath was amazing, it was like a pool. Percival closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot and relaxing water. After that fight and flying all day, not to mention meeting his friends again, he was a little tired.

He was so happy to see his friends again! Physically speaking, of course. After all, he had been watching over them as a spirit. He had to make sure they were safe.

He thought about what happened in the fairy realm and shivered. Thank god he had been paying attention. The thought of losing Nasiens...

He shook his head. She was fine.

Also, she was late. Where was she?

"Nasiens? You getting in here? I don't think the water will become cold, but..." He turned around, looking for her outside the pool. And then he saw her.

Beautiful.

She was walking towards him, her face red and facing down, a small towel covering her torso. She tried ignoring him as best as she could when she got in, a couple meters away from him. She couldn't look him in the eyes and kept the towel as close to her as possible.

Percival was speechless. It wasn't the first time he had seen her naked (he still remembered the prank he'd pulled a few years ago) but this... this felt different.

He got closer to her, enough to tower over her. It was weird, being taller and bigger than most his friends now. But when it came to Nasiens, he really liked the feeling.

She refused to look up. Percival could see her playing with the hem of the towel, trying to calm herself down to no avail. He could feel her embarrassment. He couldn't get it. It was only him, there was no reason to be shy!

So he splashed some water to her face.

"Percival!" she looked so appalled he laughed. She laughed too, already feeling a little bit better. She was being ridiculous. It was only Percival.

However, when she looked up she understood. It was Percival. Her face was about to explode. Her love went beyond physical appearances but she had always thought he was cute. He still was, but now he looked so handsome, too...

Time went still when he smiled at her. But then he spoke.

"You got boobs now!"

Her face went directly to the water.

She couldn't believe him sometimes! Against her common sense, she smiled. Even underwater she could hear his laughter. She slowly went up again.

"Oh, come on!" he was still laughing, "you looked at me for two years, didn't you!"

"Not on purpose!" she yelled, completely embarrassed. It had been impossible not to look, he had been literally naked, but she had always been respectful.

"It's fine, isn't it? It's just me." He clearly didn't understand that was exactly the problem. "You can take out the towel."

Nasiens hesitated. She wanted to. God, how she wanted to. But...

"...you shouldn't be looking at girls like this, you know..." she said, unable to stop herself, "nor touch them for that matter."

"Anne said the same thing, but I don't get it." he said, deep in thought "I mean, if it's you, it's fine, isn't it?"

"...what do you mean?" she asked, ignoring the Anghalhad comment as best as she could.

"For what I understood, you should be doing these kind of things with someone you love, and I love you, so it's fine!" he replied, smiling so brightly it hurt Nasiens. She smiled through the pain.

"I'm really happy to hear that. But there are different types of love, you know... not that one is better than the other, though..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's family love, like what we feel for our grandfathers. Or friendship love, like what you feel for Donny, Anghalhad and me... but there's also... romantic love, like partners... do you understand?"

"Like what Zeldris feels for Gelda? Or Meliodas for Queen Elizabeth?" Nasiens nodded and Percival smiled, "yeah, of course I know!"

"...you do?"

"Yeah! And also, I don't love you like that." his voice was so final that Nasiens felt tears in her eyes. The night had taken a bad turn, but she should be grateful. At least she got her answer quickly...

"I... I understand." she was about to leave the pool when she felt Percival's hand grab her arm, pulling her back in.

"Where are you going? We haven't even started!" he said. "Plus, I haven't seen you yet!"

"You just said you don't love me like that," Nasiens said, unable to keep the hurt from her voice, "it's fine, I get it..."

"No, you don't," Percival said, bringing her closer and hugging her, making her squirm, "I meant, I don't love you as a 'friend'." Nasiens felt her eyes widen.

"You mean...?"

"I love you, Nasiens." He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair. She smelled like flowers. "I really do. I'd love to be your partner, if you let me."

"I...!" Nasiens felt tears again, this time from joy. She hugged him back. "Of course! I love you too..." she had a feeling he already knew, but she had to say it. She loved him so much.

They stayed like that for a while, content in each others arms. Nasiens was the first to pull back. Percival assumed she remembered that they were both naked, only that damn towel between them, and she was about to yell how embarrassing the whole thing was.

She didn't do that, though. She just looked at him, her face red but her eyes firm. Percival felt his heart skip a beat. One of her hands was on his chest, maybe so she wouldn't fall, and with the other she grabbed her towel. Slowly, she removed it, exposing herself to him.

She was perfect.

He couldn't stop looking at her, her face, her chest... He wanted to touch them, kiss them... He shook his head. What on earth was he thinking?

Her voice, so gentle and full of excitement, brought him back.

"You can touch if you want..." she said, clearly embarrassed. And he didn't waste any time.

He gently cupped one of her breasts, small and warm and so soft. He heard her whimper and almost fell. She was so beautiful, he wanted to be closer to her. He touched her all over, feeling her breasts and belly, addicted to the little sound she was making. He pressed his face against hers, instinctively looking for her lips.

But Nasiens was quicker than him and kissed him on the cheek, a kiss so sweet and pure, Percival smiled and kissed her back. On her cheek, on her forehead, on her nose. He lingered on her lips, searching her eyes for permission.

It was her who closed the distance.

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, some fighting - all in your honour though!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

After a long day, your s/o decides to take you to a nearby tavern and have a drink. It had been a while since either of you had gotten out without a duty to do. However, your evening was cut short when a drunken asshole insulted you.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍

・Merlin would never be able to keep such a big secret from his spouse; he'd want to give every part of himself to you. And so he had. You welcomed the secret with open arms.

・So when you made your way down to the tavern after a particularly challenging day, you were not expecting to be outright insulted.

・The bald fat (toothless) man let the words escape his drunken mouth without the hint of a thought of consequence.

・Big motherfucking mistake.

・A bewildered laugh came from Merlin. His mind already sifting through the many spells he was about to use.

・You looked at him, and simply nodded. This day had been too heavy, and the insult, no matter how untrue, was still hurtful.

・'Out of nowhere' (as some patrons would later explain it), the man flew from his chair and landed in the lap of the burliest man there.

・Strong man was furious and as he looked down, anger rose within him (you could physically see it ... he turned red...)

・Without even lifting a finger, your hater had been punched, and kicked straight out of the tavern. Not before Merlin made him land in a pile of dung.

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐓

・When your honour is in question Lancelot does not play around.

・As he hears the insult, automatically, his head moves to the left, and he blinks once.

・Without a word he unsheaths his sword and waits for the low life to do the same.

・When the low life doesn't, Lancelot makes someone give him a sword, and drags him outside.

"I'm going to make you think twice before saying such filth."

・And the high pitch ring of steel on steel rang out in the air.

・The whole time your head was in your hands, because truly, you had heard worse. You were tough, and all you wanted to do was get a bit sloshed with your hot ass husband.

・But no, he insisted on fighting for your honour ... like he always does.

・And low and behold, the Knight of Camelot won.

"Are you alright, my love?" Lancelot's lips were pressed against your ear, and you nodded.

"You know you don't have to do that for me-"

"Oh I know," he replies quickly, giving you a half smile. "But you are my spouse. And I will always protect you."

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

・Scoffs, a smirk on his lips as his eyes narrow on the idiot who insulted you.

"Do you know who I am? Well... I guess not. Someone with a brain would never insult the King nor his Queen/Consort"

・Gasps were heard around the tavern

And the man went as pale as Gaius' hair

"Ah, I see you've figured it out. Thought I might have to spell it for you."

"Oh Arthur," you scolded, bumping his shoulder.

・You had heard it all in your lifetime, and one day you decided that the words of sheep do not affect a tiger.

"What would you like me to do with him, my love? The dungeons? The stocks?"

・You watched as the man quivered. He would have been in his mid-twenties, barely a whisker on his chin.

"Hmmmm," you pretended to think. Your mind already made up. It was a silly little comment, from a silly little boy.

・Arthur knew you too well, his gaze turned stern on the young man. A rusted sword hanging on his hilt. He had begun to shake.

"I think we should leave him be. Maybe he won't let his tongue wag so freely."

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋

"Excuse me? What was that?"

・Percival instantly shot up from his seat at the table. The candle flickered as he did so, and you reached out to steady it.

"Perci, it's fine, really." You mumbled, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself. But one of the positives of having such a huge husband is that he will win against nearly anyone in a fight.

・Well, most of the time, men are too scared to even fight him.

・As was your insulter.

・Whose bravado slowly diminished as he watched the large Knight loom over him.

"What I- what I meant was-"

"Apologise."

"Sorry, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean it!"

"Now leave."

"Yes, yes of course!"

・You were actually impressed by the cowardice of this man. He didn't put up one ounce of a fight. Just followed exactly what Percival said.

"Thank you," you whispered, a smile appearing on your face.

"No. Never thank me. I will always stand up for you."

𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍

・A raise of his eyebrow, and a turn of the head. A cold, intimidating demeanour washing over him. Elyan noticed the clean face, shining armour and coat of arms on the man's cloak.

"Say that again. I dare you." His voice was a growl; low and rumbling.

・The man, no, knight, did not shrink or apologise.

"Oh what a match. The marred and the deaf. A great pair-" the knight turned around and laughed with his men.

"Mmm." Elyan looked at the arse like a snake deciding on dinner.

・Your hand itched to grab the dagger at your waist, but Elyan knew you too well.

・Looking at you, he put a hand on your arm and slightly nodded his head. I want to handle this, his eyes said.

・Folding your arms, you took a step back, 'be my guest,' you answered with a smile.

𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

・Aggressive asf

・Doesn't even ask who said it first, he just throws himself at anyone and everyone who laughs

・Absolutely punching and kicking, grabbing heads and banging them together.

・You shake your head but join in, because that's part of the reason Gwaine loves you. You never let him have all the fun.

・And you would never let anyone talk crap about you. Especially to your face. That's not the reputation you wanted to hold.

・But who knew brawls could be romantic? With Gwaine somehow they are...

・Especially when he holds a man down so you can give him a few punches, Gwaine smiling at you.

"That's my girl/that's my guy"

・But it's not like you're allowed into many taverns anymore

・Only when Arthur, the King is there, that you're allowed to enter.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

・Instantly his nose flares, invisible steam streaming from them.

"Apologise. This instant."

"Ooohooo," was the only reply he got. Along with the awful sound of drunk men's laughter. Well, more like coughing and wheezing.

"I'll ask one more time. After that, you'll be on the ground."

・The men barely looked in your husbands direction. Big mistake...

・Leon moved to block your view of what he was about to do.

・Because his word was truth.

・Within a second, the man who insulted you was on the floor, nose broken and bleeding.

・Once he's sorted it out, Leon turns to you and holds out his arm for you to take.

"Are you alright my love?" His concern falls on you and doesn't leave until you're feeling better.

[chemsaway]

La vie en vert

est très belle avec toi...

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

Fanfic prompt/idea:

Mordred is Emrys (not really tho)

(Super long. TL;DR at bottom)

Someway, somehow, Arthur and his knights (Leon, Elyan, Percy, Gwaine, mordred) + Merlin meet someone while they’re away from the citadel who tells them about Emrys. Might be someone trying to kill them and boasting about the all mighty Emrys or might be a friendly, peaceful magical person who stopped for a chat or something else, choice is yours. Anyway, that night as they eat dinner around the campfire, they start talking about this Emrys. At first they’re like “that’s kooky” and laughing but then Percival speaks up quietly and a bit nervously. He says that while he’s sought sanctuary for the night or a few days in Druid camps before he became a knight, he’s heard about Emrys. Now, everyone is actually interested instead of just laughing it off.

Arthur: tell me more.

Percy: well.. the druids highly respect this man almost as if he’s a deity. I don’t know too much, and it’s been a while. I do remember that everyone knew about him no matter which Druid camp it was, even the children. It seems they tell a lot of stories about him to their young’uns.

Arthur: anything else?

Percy: sorry, sire, that’s all I remember. But if you really want to know more you could try to ask the druids.

They all became quiet and continued to eat, Merlin and Mordred relieved this conversation is over. …Until,

Arthur, remembering Mordred is a Druid: Mordred, you’re a Druid. Do anything about this?

Mordred and Merlin: *sweating bullets just wanting this dangerous topic over with* *glances at each other nervously*

Gwaine: WHA? Mordred, you’re a Druid?! You’ve been hold holdin’ out on us, mate!

Arthur realizes that Mordred’s heritage had not, in fact been a known thing, but they’ve made peace with the druids, it’ll be fine.

Mordred, nervously: oh, um, yes, I am…

The knight all take a few moments to be like “wow… never would’ve guessed” and “aren’t druids normally peaceful people? How you become a knight?”

Arthur, wanting to get things back on track: so, Mordred, do you know anything?

Mordred, nervousness increasing, knowing Merlin doesn’t want Arthur to know who he is, but not wanting to lie to his king, eyes darting between the two and all over the camp: uh…um… I… uh, I..I… I guess, yes. *Merlin’s glare intensifies*

Arthur, not noticing Merlin’s death glare at Mordred: tell me more.

Mordred, trying to figure out what to say to satisfy his king’s curiosity but not incur Emrys’ wrath (Emrys already hates him enough for some reason, he doesn’t want to make it worse): well… um, there’s… well there’s Emrys… and there’s this prophecy involving him. Most druids know of it; it’s centuries old.

Percival: oh, that’s right… Something about a magical king, right?

Mordred: the Once And Future King.

Gwaine: hold on a minute.. that sounds familiar… Ah! That’s right! I heard about it from a storyteller at a tavern once. I thought it was an odd name so it stuck. It’s a love story, right?

Mordred, nervously glancing between Merlin and Arthur (Merlin now looking at Gwaine with exasperation): um… I don’t know if that’s what it is.. but there definitely is a deep bond between Emrys and the Once And Future King.

Arthur: continue.

Mordred, trying to stay focused on Arthur instead of the once again glaring warlock beside him: so the prophecy says that the Once And Future King will unite the land of Albion, return magic to the land, and bring about a golden age of peace and prosperity for all. And Emrys is foretold to help him. * internally: please let be enough to satisfy him🥺😣😖*

Elyan: so the stories are about this king and Emrys is just there to help?

Mordred, sweating: um…

Gwaine: if that’s the case shouldn’t you druids be worshiping the king instead?

Sounds of agreement around the fire.

Leon to Mordred: is there more to us than that?

Mordred, under curious and intense gazes again: uh, yes… Emrys is a very powerful, immoral warlock said to—

“IMMORTAL??!!!” Merlin squawked, surprised.

Mordred, very nervous, whispers: ….um…yes………. *telepathically: did you not know?*

Merlin, telepathically: I am not immoral.

Mordred, telepathically: it’s what the prophecies say

Merlin, telepathically: they’re wrong

Mordred, telepathically: …um,, there’s a lot who say you are.

Merlin, telepathically: No. I’m NOT. I can’t be immortal. That’s ridiculous.

Mordred, telepathically: they say you are. That’s why the call you Emrys.

Merlin and Mordred continue to glare and the knights and Arthur look on wondering when those two got close enough to communicate only looks and without talking. Arthur is not jealous. Not. At. All. That would be ridiculous.(Yes he is, he’s the only one who’s supposed to communicate with Merlin silently. How dare Mordred)

Suddenly Merlin stands up: I’m going to wash the dishes *aggressively goes around the camp and grabs everyone’s dishes, then stomps into the woods to a nearby stream*

Arthur: you were saying Mordred?

Mordred: oh, right! Yes, so Emrys is said to be the most powerful warlock to ever live. He and the Once And Future King are said to be equals and without him the Golden Age can’t happen. While the Once And Future King is the king, Emrys is said to be his advisor and teacher of sorts. He also protects the Once And Future King and supports him any way he can.

The knights and king look thoughtful taking in this information. They ask Mordred more questions, just little stuff and clarifications, and Mordred, relaxing that he’s getting through this without blowing Emrys’ identity let it slip that “the time of the prophecy is upon us” and that Arthur is said to be the Once And Future King. Whoops.

Everyone around the campfire is now totally interested in this and wanting to know if it’s true and Mordred’s like “um… yeah, that’s what everyone is saying…” and REALLY wanting this conversation to be over with before he slips up about Merlin. He’s also really glad Merlin is still washing their dishes far enough away that he can’t hear the conversation.

Of course, just as Gwaine asks “if Arthur’s this Once And Future King, the where’s this Emrys guy?” Merlin returns in time to hear it.

Merlin, glaring at Mordred: what?

Mordred, telepathically: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! 🥺

The group fills Merlin in on what he missed while Mordred continues to apologize endlessly. The knights then go back to asking Mordred about Emrys and he tries to navigate the questions without giving anything away while also dealing with a furious Merlin in his head telling him to “FIX THIS NOW!! And don’t you tell Arthur who I am!!” The poor boy!

Mordred continues to navigate the conversation mostly emphasizing how loyal Emrys is and how he and the Once And Future King are said to have a strong bond and there’s nothing to worry about when they start to question if Emrys is a threat. Eventually someone (probably Gwaine) brings up that Emrys doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job of protecting Arthur considering how other he’s encountered by magical thing. And Mordred, who knows how busy Merlin is and how hard he’s been working to protect Arthur (and that’s just since he’s become a knight! He knows there’s so much more he doesn’t know and is in even more awe of Emrys for handling it all) sees Merlin look over at Gwaine like he’s actually concerning strangling the man, says, “he’s very busy! And, he’s just one man! He’s really trying his best!!”

Mordred doesn’t realize what he said wrong and why everyone is quietly looking at him like that until Arthur asks, “You know him?”

Mordred, who just realized that he did kinda just admit to knowing a very powerful, immoral warlock to a king and his knights that are of a kingdom where magic is punishable by death: ……………uh

Arthur, realizing why Mordred looks so terrified: Mordred I understand you are a Druid and have grown up on stories of this man. I will not punish you for knowing him. I’m sure you’ve met many sorcerers.

Mordred, letting out a big breath of relief: thank you, sire. And yes, I have met him.

Arthur, nodding: I see. And he is in Camelot?

Mordred: yes, sire. He’s been working very hard to keep you and Camelot safe.

Arthur, looking at his other knights: I’ve never heard of anyone in the kingdom by that name, any of you?

Leon: he’s likely using a fake name.

Arthur: hmm. Yes that makes sense.

Mordred, wondering if he messed up again: uh, sire? Is something wrong?

Arthur, looking back at Mordred, and trying to reassure him: I wouldn’t really say something is wrong, per say, but the fact that there is an unknown and powerful sorcerer hiding in Camelot is something I need to be aware of. Since you’ve met him, do you know who he’s hiding out as?

Mordred, glancing subtly at Merlin who’s glaring at him threatening again, realizing he really f’ed up: ……

Arthur, realizing Mordred does know who Emrys is: who is he, Mordred?

Mordred: ……

Arthur, starting to lose his patience: Mordred. Who is he? Or does your loyalty lie with him first and me, your king, second?

Mordred, startled: No! That’s not it at all, sire! I’m very loyal to you! I swear it!

Arthur: then…

Mordred, sheepishly: well… in the prophecy you two are equals, so I’ve always weighed your words and orders as equal as well. And Emrys asked me not to reveal him, so…

Arthur: ……

The knights: ……

Merlin, telepathically: you’re not done yet, keep going. The prat’s not going to leave it at that.

Arthur, trying to figure out how to word it: Mordred… you do realize that that is…. worse, right?

Mordred: ????

Arthur: there is someone who one of my knights has valued their words as equal to my own who I have never met and know next to nothing about and who is a sorcerer. I have not appointed this man and if he were to contradict one of my orders… Do see how I really need to know who this man is?

Mordred: …but he’s loyal to you…🥺

Arthur, wondering if he’s actually going to have to turn this into an official interrogation: Mordred.

Tension rises again as Arthur keeps pushing and Merlin starts yelling in his head again and Mordred just Doesn’t Know What To Do. Please make this stop! Until he can’t take it anymore and just blurts out, “I’M EMRYS!!”

Silence.

Mordred can’t believe he just said that. Did he actually just claim to be THE Emrys? It feels sacrilegious. He peeks over at Merlin, but the man seems just as shocked as the rest of them at this development and raises an eyebrow in question.

Mordred, telepathically: …sorry? I didn’t know what to say…

Merlin, telepathically: ..no, im not mad at that. I am a bit curious about where you’ll go with this though…

Arthur: you’re Emrys?

Mordred, with Merlin’s permission to continue: yes. I’m Emrys.

Gwaine, whistles: damn mate, you’ve really been holding out on us!

Everyone looks at Mordred in a new light, trying to reconcile what they already knew about him with this new information.

Arthur: so you have magic then?

Mordred, nervously: yes.

More silence.

Gwaine, very interested and not at all wary: lots of it too being the most powerful and thought of as a deity.

Mordred, who is quite powerful, but not on Emrys’ level, obviously: yeah, I suppose.

After a bit more of an awkward and tense conversation of stilted sentences, and some debate about magic, Mordred and Merlin finally relax at the fact they’re both keeping their heads and the true identity of Emrys is secret. It was pretty much decided that Mordred had already sworn fealty to Arthur when he became a knight and even saved the king’s life in the Northern Plains, so he was most likely still trustworthy even though he was a sorcerer. Arthur and the knights are surprisingly okay with this turn of events; they’re still tense, but no one’s drawn their sword. Gwaine even asks Mordred to do some magic, and with Arthur’s very tense go ahead, Mordred levitates a water skin for a bit much to Gwaine’s delight. Gwaine keeps asking Mordred to do more magic as they head back to the castle like make things float and light some campfires.

I was thinking that it will mostly be about the antics from this point and how it would change things for the better. Like, now Merlin needs to enlist Mordred in his secret magical adventures and work together to keep Arthur and Camelot safe. The two would make such a funny dynamic. Merlin being all huffy and suspicious but begrudgingly including him while Mordred is so happy at being able to help his idol out, a dream come true for him.

The group ABSOLUTELY keeps Mordred’s magic and him being Emrys thing a secret at first, not sure when that’ll change but it definitely will. Gwaine probably spills about the prophecy and Arthur being the once and future king while he’s drunk in the tavern one night, but not about Mordred. The group eventually start warming up about magic and not being so wary of sorcerers since they’re now seeing Mordred using it to protect them so much. When the knights ask about what he’s done so far he tells them about Merlin’s achievements (with his permission, of course) and gets some more stories from him.

When the actual reveal comes it will be after word has already spread that Mordred is Emrys, so then Arthur and everyone will have to be like “no, that was a lie/misunderstanding, it’s actually Merlin” but people will still mistake Mordred for Emrys even years in the future. They’re never living this down.

Also there is DEFINITELY at least one scene where they go to a Druid camp and Arthur’s all like “yep, this is Mordred. Emrys” and the druids, telepathically, are like “boy, what are you doing? Mordred, you know you’re not Emrys.” And Mordred’s like “I have permission…” so the Druids subtly look at Merlin and he’s like “yeah, he’s got permission, just go with it” So, they do.

There’s also going to be scenes where Arthur is trying to get to know Mordred better because they apparently are supposed to have a super strong bond or whatever and yes, he and Mordred do have a bond, but he wouldn’t say it was any different than his bonds with his other knights and is all confused by it. And when he’s confiding in Merlin about it, he advises to not try and force it.

I know this is season 5 and Arthur and Gwen are married, BUT if you decide to go the merthur route, there can even be some prophecies about Emrys and the once and future king being soulmates and destined to be together or something. That would make Arthur even more confused/troubled because while Mordred is only a little over a decade younger than him (I headcanon that Arthur was 20-21 in 1st season and Mordred ~7-10) and age gaps that big weren’t unheard of, he just can’t look at Mordred that way. He’s too much like an innocent little puppy or something. Merlin is probably mortified because he can’t believe they have prophecies about his love life and why was he only finding out about this NOW?

Also, LANCELOT!!! Maybe there’s some way to actually bring him back from the dead. Or, there could be some scenes of him in Avalon watching this comedy unfold and talking and laughing about it with Will and Fraya and whoever else has died. And they’re all shaking their heads at the crazy situations Merlin gets himself into.

TL;DR: It’s basically crack about Merlin and Mordred working together to pass Mordred off as Emrys with a side of fix-it.

In the future I might decide to write this myself, but I’m in the middle of reading TGCF and want to finish that and a couple other things before I rewatch Merlin. It’s been a couple years since my last rewatch so things are a little fuzzy and I don’t want to completely mischaracterize someone. So, here, take it. Do with this what you want, but let me know if you write this or something, cause it would be supper fun to read.