#and merlin godddd

[graceofgondor]

charlieginny headcanons (pt. 2/?) post-canon/adult edition

back for more bc enough of you liked the last one <3

charlie volunteered for the war after graduating college, ginny obviously hated it but he promised he would come back for her.

they have a black lab named merlin. (charlie got him as a birthday present for ginny before he left).

he served two tours before coming home (injury)

they bought a house in the suburbs shortly after he came back (it's yellow with a white picket fence okay) and they were engaged that year

(there's barely any furniture at first)

dancing in the kitchen™

ginny ties his tie every morning before work

they both participate in local activism, peaceful protests, etc.

ginny is still an actress <3 she does a lot of community theatre but manages some small roles on broadway (charlie is so incredibly proud of her)

charlie eventually works up to investment banking (NOT in association with his father) and actually doesn't mind that it's dull

they end up having three kids (two older sons, and a youngest daughter) and charlie naturally has endless nicknames for them (buddy, champ, princess, etc.)

one of them ends up being blond. which would be odd, if not accounting mrs. dalton, who somehow allowed her genes to sneak in.

charlie is so insanely protective of ginny while she's pregnant

but also even more eager to please her (even when she's mad)

they quite literally refuse to send any of their kids to boarding school, and despite protest (particularly from mr. dalton) they manage to break the cycle.

they're pta parents big time.

charlie is most likely a coach for one of their son's teams. ginny gets reeealllyy passionate at said games (it's a little scary)

charlie just looks at her like 'that's my wife <3' (yes, and she's yelling at eight year olds, and just threatened the coach)

meanwhile when their daughter comes along it's charlie's turn to be insane (only this time it's dance or piano recitals)

god charlie is a girl dad. like SO much. he'll buy her ANYTHING.

merlin is such a family dog. the kids yank on his tail/ears when they're little and he just looks up at charlie and ginny with puppy eyes, taking it like a champ.

pitts and meeks babysit sometimes (they're clueless but they try)

when they aren't available it's left to uncle chet (aka the og funcle). the kids absolutely LOVE this- ginny does not. (there is no point to this, charlie isn't much better).

speaking of which, charlie ends up alone with the kids when ginny goes to rehearsals (the pep talk they were left with was inevitably ignored) and yes they had ice cream for dinner.

charlie ends up getting scolded along with the kids when they get in trouble, and they all sit in a line on the couch (merlin included) while ginny lectures them.

bonus: ginny is a HUGE abba girlie when they come around. like, she plays the record non stop, and both her and charlie know the words to like every single song.

next up: wedding? (i have thoughts) also lowkey plugging the fics that the first bit of these apply to: 1 and 2

[swanonymous]

True story from last night:

*I’m minding my own business, browsing the OUAT tag*

“Oh, what’s this? A post comparing Regina to this other character I like, and a couple others I don’t know— OH MY. Oh my goodness uhm. THAT’S Morgana in BBC Merlin??? Hahaha wowwww uhm.”

*Texting my Merlin-obsessed friend* “Heyyyy. I think I might need to watch BBC Merlin.”

[floating-on-avalon]

"I'm the king, Merlin, you can't tell me what to do." "I always have I'm not going to change now." "I don't want you to change. I want you to always be you."

[scoobydoo-ghoulschool]

Arthur is so lucky that Merlin apparently likes being ordered around like a submissive brat because I would have found every possible way to use magic to fuck with him before getting beheaded.

[miraruinada]

The tension in the air dissolved quickly. No, there was no tension at all. Whatever animosity or at least negativity had been imagined on his part, the tension which made him bunch up his shoulders as if waiting for the collapse of talks left him almost entirely. Of course, it would not so easily be dispelled. He was, after all, a man who above all else cared for the peace and tranquility of everyone, so that he always had to mind the words and actions of others around him. Studiously taking note of everything, to know who was friend, who was foe, who was one that could help or hinder his aspirations of life. His life, of course, but also as life itself could be for everyone, especially those he cared most about.

He takes another sip of the tea. The flavor still unfamiliar. Something in him appeared more brazen, more foolhardy in his captive joy at hearing such a direct call to be something to someone. Duty is what he most felt at peace with. The duties he himself chose for himself, not the ones that were forced upon him. A master to his own service, so to say. This very well comprised what he wants.

"...I... am but a peasant. I never aspire for more...!" he starts, humorously trepidatious yet energetic, "I have the stars, the sun, the land, the word, the people, her..." listed from least to most importance, "I am happy with that. Nothing more! So, I... I promise I hold no desire for power, or for riches, or for anything else! My intentions are just that."

A nervousness wells in him. He felt more embarrassed here even than when he had confessed.

"She is... I felt a moment of doubt at my lowest. I thought everything was lost, but I trusted her eyes. What eyes! I only had to be snatched from their sight for me so, even in mere dream, that I know that this love is a giant with all the energy of my spirit and all the character of my heart! I...This feeling makes me feel as more a person than a person is... Even if it's not with me, even if I might be gone away forever, this feeling will never flee, and it never has! I waited so long in the garden of hummingbirds where the warriors rest and join the procession of the sun marching across the sky for her eyes to meet mine once more! For that, the crown and the sword and the throne themselves I would destroy, just for her happiness!" In his attempts to reassure Merlin that this was always his true intention and nothing more, he had once more been struck with needlessly dramatic poeticism, a holdover from his youth as writer for any publication that would publish him.

He realized this, then his face went from tomato red to burning red hot.

"S-So I will try to be..."

“Relax, I’m not going to kill you.”

The boy was so stiff and terrified, even when his face turned tomato red at the admittance that he cared for his… not-quite wayward charge. Merlin sipped at his tea, waiting for Ignacio to reach his answer; smiling to himself. Truly, there was nothing to worry about. Even if the answer was ultimately no, that it was just a fling – it wasn’t Merlin who needed to hear it.

The cup was placed down, and violet eyes studied the young man before him. It was a cruel thing to hand a crown to someone; to foist a role on them and bade them be what the people look to. Aspire to be. A defender and protector. Merlin wondered if Ignacio understood what it meant, loving someone so cut off from fate and yet bound inexplicably by it.

“So long you know what she needs. Kings are not meant for happiness. So be that for her.”

[hp-hcs]

Your fics are incredible! My friend wanted to know if you wrote for Pansy? If you do, a Pansy x gn reader would be amazing :D

absolutely i will write for my slytherin queen 😩🤌 and thank you so much!!

requests? 🥺🤲

paralyzer — pansy parkinson x gn! hufflepuff! reader

oh my godddd 😩🤌👑

underage alcohol consumption warning

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‘I hold on so nervously to me and my drink/ I wish it was coolin' me/ But so far has not been good/ It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should/ This club has got to be the most pretentious thing/ Since I thought you and me’

“Heyyyy, Y/N! How’zit goin’?!”

“Wonderful,” you drawl. “Now go drink some water before you die of alcohol poisoning.”

Cedric clapped you on the shoulder, giggling, before wandering off after a pretty Ravenclaw.

You sigh, downing the last of your drink and pushing yourself off of the wall you’d been leaning against for the last half hour, fully intending to make your escape to your dorm.

You weave your way through the throng of people, almost taking an elbow to the face when you pass by a particularly rowdy bunch. Scowling at the group, you aren’t even paying attention when you run smack into someone.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” An angry voice snaps. You turn to apologize and are met with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

She rolls her eyes, her hands on her hips, and her pretty lips pursed in annoyance. “Of course it’d be a Puff. Pick your jaw up off the floor, sweetheart.”

She gives you a condescending pat on the shoulder and waltzes off, taking your entire heart with her.

‘Well, I am imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“Subtle, Panz,” Draco rolls his eyes.

“Oh Merlin, oh fucking Merlin, I fucked that up, didn’t I?”

Mattheo takes a puff from his cigarette, swinging his legs from where he sits on the edge of the bathroom sink. He watches Pansy pace anxiously around the empty second floor girl’s bathroom. “Yep, pretty much.”

“‘Pick your jaw up off the floor’? What was I thinking?!”

“You weren’t,” Draco supplies helpfully, leaning against the wall. “I mean, at least you called ‘em sweetheart. That’s gotta do something.”

Pansy groans and face palms. “Thanks a lot. Now how do I fix this?”

“Why are you asking us? This is your Puff-Stuff, not ours,” Mattheo says flippantly, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette.

“They don’t even know I exist!” Pansy whines.

“Well, they do now, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Oi. You better shut the fuck up.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Puff!”

You look up from your assignment, seeing, of all people, Pansy Parkinson leaning towards you from her desk. She smiles anxiously at you.

“Uh, hi…?” You ask slowly, quietly.

“I- uh- d-do you have a quill I could borrow?”

You hum, nodding. “Yeah, here.”

She grins widely. “Thanks.”

She takes the quill you hold out to her with utter reverence—much more respect than you would expect her to give to a five-sickle quill from a discount shop.

You nod, a bit baffled, and turn back to your work.

She waits, like she expects you to say something further. When you remain silent, she sighs, seemingly disappointed, and moves on to her assignment.

‘I hold out for one more drink, before I think/ I'm lookin' too desperately/ But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home/ If one thing really means one/ This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks/ That would be cool with me’

“I can’t believe it! I just sat there, like an utter dumbass-”

Cedric raises an eyebrow. “Here’s a wild thought: maybe she’s into you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ced,” you scoff. “She doesn’t even know I exist.”

‘Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“We are not friends,” Draco warns. “This is just an alliance.”

“Just so they stop acting so lovesick over each other,” Cedric agreed.

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Panz,” Draco starts, interrupting his friend mid-tirade about they’re just so cute, and they loaned me a quill today in History when I couldn’t find mine. “Why don’t you just ask ‘em out?”

She stops her rant, speechless. “Are you insane?”

Draco shrugs. “Just like, send them a note, or whatever. What’s the worst that could happen? You said it yourself; they barely know you exist.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

Your eyes widen in surprise when one of the Owl Post owls drops an envelope onto the table in front of you. Plucking it up, you turn it around, finding no return address or name of any kind. Cedric leans over.

“Who’s it from?”

“Doesn’t say.”

“Well, open it!” Your friend, Hannah, exclaims. “You never get mail.”

You open the unmarked envelope, pulling out a piece of folded parchment. Scrawled on it, in Slytherin green ink, is a short poem.

I’m not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you. I wanna make you move, because you're standing still. If your body matches what your eyes can do, You'll probably move right through me on my way to you. - P. P.

Your eyes widen as you look at the initials, knowing immediately who it was. You look up, easily finding Pansy’s eyes from across the room. She looks startled, like she hadn’t been expecting to make such sudden eye contact.

You both blush and look away, smiling to yourselves.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect that to actually work,” Cedric murmurs under his breath to Draco.

The pair watch as you and Pansy, paired together for a Potions assignment, laugh and mess around with each other on the other side of the room.

“Yeah. How long d’you think before Y/N realizes that Pansy only writes in black ink?” Draco muses with his infamous smirk, twirling his quill around and nearly knocking over his jar of Slytherin green ink.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

[angelsarrm]

Sorry but I’ve been having soooooo many thoughts about Merlin au I’m just going to throw them all in here. Details like Patrick’s magic being tied to music. There are so many mediums for magic (spells, potions, runes, etc) and Patrick’s is singing. He starts drumming when he’s younger, just generally with his hands and later with actual sticks, because it’s a version of music that doesn’t do magic outside of his control, so drumming is freeing bc he can just make music without risking getting caught. And everything has a different sound when you drum it, so it’s like hearing the heartbeat of the world and echoing it back like that’s how Patrick comes to learn magic at first. He goes to Camelot to learn to control the rest bc there has to be a use for it and he wants to be able to make music but it’s dangerous. Pete at some point hears him singing and later when they’re in the prince/manservant roles he’s constantly trying to get Patrick to sing for him, teasing him about being a bard, about how he won’t let anyone else sing about his heroic deeds it has to be Patrick so Patrick’s trying to avoid doing that or at least channel it into magic that won’t be noticed. And I keep thinking about the poisoned chalice story. Pete being in a rough place mentally, but having to act fine for a delegation coming from another kingdom for a peace treaty. But then there’s this chaos about poison and Patrick’s in the middle of it and they’re about to try and make him drink it so Pete grabs it and drinks it before they can. Patrick and Andy trying to find the antidote. Andy as a knight who likes being able to help people but hates the rules around knighthood and being at the mercy of orders from the king, and uses his position to try and help undermine things that are unfair, help people with magic escape etc. Joe as Lancelot, Andy helps him fake his seal of nobility so he can join. Pete finding out about Patrick’s magic way earlier in the story than in the actual show, but being against the kings stance on magic and so then the four of them are working to change things together. Sorry, I’ve lost my entire mind. Love your art!

OH NY GODDDD I LOVE THIS DUMP SO MUCH THANK YOU????? and yes i see them all going pn adventures together and at first andy finds out about his magic, but is in support of patrick and promises not to tell, joe being the next to find out because patrick saved him in a fight (cough Gryffindor).

for the big merthur reveal i imagine it goes the same, pete is wounded but not fatally and is mad about patrick keeping secrets from him. patrick DOES get him to the lake in time and . conclusion except theyre all happy yayyy

alternatively canon merlin ending of arthur dying: pete isnt scared of patrick's magic and wants to see it willingly before kicking the bucket and so patrick sings to him as a last moment of their prince/manservant. patrick must live for ages until the moment the king returns (IMMORTALITY)🤕🤕🤕🤕

the guys are all reincarnated in pop punk's greatest time of need... thus the creation of fall out boy . patrick hides his true age. they don't need to know the full story of him not being reincarnated and is actually the original patrick. GOD

[autumnrory]

godddd merlin and arthur's interactions in the last ep are top tier tbh

[a-chilleus]

i just finished the merlin blank verse fic. it's 40 chapters. oh my god. i'm gonna post the last couple of chapters a couple of days apart i think to give my two readers time to read them instead of all at once and also so i can make sure i've proofread them but oh my godddd this thing's done what the hell

it's 36k words jesus fuck

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Godddd I need to work on Merlin headers but I don’t wanna

[nightcordde]

oh my godddd toh fans who like the emperor are just like merlin fans LOL

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

hiiiii what is a dream you had recently and who is a fave fictional character you Love but don’t necessarily relate to 💓💓💓

hiiii sweetheart darlin love of my life <3

oof i almost always forget my dreams buuut one that i do remember that i had recently was me and my dad teaming up as like an investigative duo who traveled across the country and hunted monsters

ooo character i love that i don't necessarily relate to, hmm from 911 probably hen, don't have a lot in common with her but godddd do i fucking adore her (from merlin it would probably be guinivere and from fringe it would be lincoln)

sleepover saturday

[icharchivist]

OH MYGMDOD FOHMY GOD

OH MY GOD LDKHFJD

FUCK YEAH

FUCK YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa

So first of all, i hate seeing the kids in danger of course, but i love to see them worry about each other

second, the indication of what Mordred's power is???? and the fact he was protecting/saving Arthur there....

i think it's so ballsy that they made Mordred - the character who, in the legend, is the cause of Arthur's death - the one character who heals and keep other people alive

third, the fact the Sheath is meant to heal really explains perfectly why it is necessary to use with Excalibur, considering Excalibur self destruct its wielder. That explains why Arthur could use Excalibur with Mordred at his side as well.

fourth, Cruz's awareness of it all might just be to show him as smart, but i think it really does reinforce that he is on Merlin's side in some way, because the Sheath and the details on Hibergreif are not exactly common knowledge outside of the cabal

fifth, do we expect that perhaps everything was set in motion by a third party? because if so, the one person to blame still seems to be Merlin since Merlin has spent the last few events awakening various bullshit to destroy Feendrache - hell, he awoke special dragons in Divergent Knighthoods just a while ago. and if it's Merlin and "fourth" is correct, then Cruz is indeed kept in the dark outside of his duty to look over Mordred and Arthur

GODDDD This scene was made just for me and just to make me happy with the infos i wanted THANK YOU GRANBLUE

[rare-prism-s]

fgo please collaborate with yourself. do an arcade collab campaign with those (as of now) arcade exclusive servants. please.

[manyprofoundbonds]

arthur looking at merlin, while merlin isn't looking.

+bonus

[laufeysons-archived]

merlin was canonically in love with arthur oh my god it’s so apparent bbc merlin really did that in 2008