#assistant!merlin

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: For Worse or For Better

Author: anna_zee

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Summary: Merthur The Proposal au.

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“ballistic markings are like the fingerprints of a gun”

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

Merlin's assistant

Pt.2. Introductions

Merlin BBC X fem!reader

"This, my dear assistant, is king Arthur Pendragon of Camelot" Merlin introduced, and the sheer joy that showed in his smile managed to drown any posible witty remark Arthur had thought of making.

"HOLD ON A SECOND" on the other hand the loudness from the girl kind of made him wish she was once again arranging bottles in silence.

"He is Arthur Pendragon, as in the Arthur Pendragon I've heard so much about these last few years?" The smile in her face could barely contain all of her exciment, if the way she was flapping her hands up and down was any type of sign. A little bit more emotion and she would surely be jumping up and down in front of him.

Merlin eyes softened at the sight of the girl and his smile went from excited to fond rather quilckly for Arthur's liking. He had just then remembered the way she had called his friend a few moments ago.

Love.

Now, Arthur might not had been the brightest one in the room, even if he would never admit it, but if something was not up between those two then he had never been dead.

So lost he had been in his own thoughts he had missed what Merlin had to say about him. But whatever it was it certaninly reassured who he was, because she looked ready to explode.

"Oh, you have to tell me about Camelot, I've asked Merlin before but with his memory we honestly never get anywhere and all he can tell me is about how you would always get in trouble, or be cursed, or how your father would be cursed, or the kingdom, or..." somehow, the girl had managed to get all of that out of her sistem in just one breath before Merlin cut her off.

"Alright, that's enough kiddo, why don't you better go look for some clothes for our guest?"

"I'm literally your age, you old man!" She complained to the warlock but nevertheless got up anf started walking away.

"No you're not, and if you were, that would make you an old man!" Merlin quiped right back at her, raising his voice so he could be heard.

"Age doesn't change gender you dumbass!" at that point the girl's voice was just that, a voice, because she had completely dissapeared from sight. Two seconds passed in silence before she finished her statement "But apparently it does make you lose braincells!"

Merlin shot a nasty look at the door she had left through, but decided against continuing fighting, and instead chose to put his attention on the very confused king.

"Sooo, who was that exactly?" Finally asked Arthur after a while of sitting in silence.

In response Merlin grabbed a chair and sat in front of his friend, his eyes flashed golden for a second and tea started preparing itself while the warlock answered the question.

"She's my assistant, helps me with things around here and in exchange she lives here where it's peaceful" he explained at the same time a cup filled with chamomile tea landed gracefully in front of Arthur.

"Your assistant? You? Have an assistant?" The tone of the king's voice sounded almost mocking, but Merlin raised both his eyebrows at him and continued.

"I don't see what you find so funny you clotpole, I was tecnically your assistant back in the day".

Something about hearing Merlin speak about them as if they had happened a long time ago hurted deep inside Arthur's chest. His heart twisted into a knot when he realized that for Merlin, for his best friend, it had truly been long ago.

Truth to be told, the blonde king had woken up that day in the lake and had just felt as if no time had gone by, as if he had just slept for a few minutes, a few hours at most.

But it hadn't been like that for Merlin, if he had understood it right it had been hundred of years of loneliness for the magic boy, hundred of years of waiting, never really knowing if he would come back.

Suddenly the idea of the girl being around Merlin didn't sit so bad with him anymore, at least he wasn't completely alone, he hoped there had been other friends for Merlin before her too, people that could have helped him carry the load that waiting for his friend might have been.

[planet-poptropica]

⋆ Happy Holidays and Happy New Years to all! I finally finished this art piece that took me a couple of months to finish- But it's done! ⋆

⋆ I thought it was ABOUT TIME I drew my favorite old goobers on their special day. Space themed and all. ⋆

⋆ Totally normal wedding, definitely not disguised as their return to villainy- nope. ⋆

[punkxcalibur]

au where the knights of the round table are a boygroup and morgana is their hot manager

[samo64]

Merlin

He's great at any type of magic and well if you were expecting computer magic......yeah kinda, he's usaully great when working with Genie and some people ask if they were in a relationship but Merline denied those claims......unless?

[thegoodviolinist]

HELP MERLIN FANDOM

Im looking for this fic! It was on Ao3 and its was a Merlin and Gwen friendship fic. Some scenes are where Gwen and Merlin hide under a table because she broke her heel. Another where Gwen keeps buying Merlin shit. And where Arthur finds out about Merlins magic and Gwen rushes in and says that she had Merlin use the magic. It was a part of this series where Arthur keeps having to deal with Merlin and a bunch if character who are friends/together with Merlin. One fic was about Gwen. One about Freya. Others include Balinor, Will, and Aithusa. Please! They were so good!!

[pastaparade]

Guillermo is just Nandor’s Merlin

[epic-sorcerer]

This one time I was talking to soemone about how abled fandom can really bend over backwards headcanoning characters as neurotypical. And I brought up how a character in a show I watched can’t dress themselves without assistance and is still seen as “normal” by a lot of people.

And they laughed.

Hard

[fluffypotatey]

Nathan: One would think that as squires of the Round Table, we would have some degree of professionalism, but this morning it took an hour for everyone to get their assignments because there was a spider in the room.

Dagonet: You cried.

Nathan: IT HAD LONG LEGS OKAY

Andred: *traumatized* and it jumped

Lucan: thanks, you now and I was doing so well forgetting everything about it

Beddy to Andred: didn't you live in the woods?

Dagonet, always protective of his bestie: didn't you use Roland as a tree?

Feirefiz, just wanting to stir the pot further: didn't you wave your sword around like a fool to kill it?

[procurement-insights]

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[tyrseward]

smth smth i kept falling asleep every time i started working on this au i'll never finish

"Gaius is dead," he says, staring up at the great dragon with red-rimmed eyes. "Morgana killed him."

The dragon sighs. "I warned you about the witch, young warlock, if you had listened to my warnings...."

Merlin turns abruptly and walks away, reaching the edge of the clearing before he pauses. "I didn't come for a lecture."

"Then what did you come for, young warlock?"

Another pause before Merlin turns back, only slightly. His face tilted toward the dragon but his gaze far beyond, clouded over with a grief too large and too new to be managed.

"Gaius is dead," he says, voice breaking and breathless. He swallows back the sob that threatens to emerge. "And I am alone."

"Ah." The great dragon cranes his neck down, leans forward until he's close enough for his breath to knock the tiny human off balance. "It is a difficult thing, to be alone."

Merlin nods, rubs at his eyes. He tries to pass his sniffles off as anything but.

Several minutes pass like this, with the dragon watching as Merlin tries desperately not to fall apart. He's not sure what he's waiting for, what he's hoping to get out of the great dragon. Comfort has never been something the dragon has shown to be proficient with.

And yet, Merlin does not know where else to go in search of it.

A great, shuddering sigh billows past him, threatening to take his feet out from under him and uproot the trees beyond him.

"Young warlock, listen to me."

The dragon heaves another sigh, a sound more akin to a dying, struggling thing than the beast before him.

This time, Merlin lets it force him to the ground. His legs splay awkwardly, uncomfortable bordering on painful.

In return, the dragon lowers himself down, until his chest is pressed into the grass, and his claws curl into the soil.

"I know very well the pain of being alone," he says, slowly, haltingly. Like each word is a blade piercing his chest. "It eats away at your soul until you are but a husk of what you were. You cannot fight it, and you cannot avoid it. The grief of what is missing is too immense to be explained."

The tears Merlin fought so hard to hide begin falling freely down his face. He wipes at them haphazardly, nearly punching himself in the nose in the process.

"But, young warlock. Merlin. You are not alone."

The press of warm scales to his forehead, ever so gentle, is unexpected. He'd not even noticed the dragon reaching out. Half a second is spared for startled confusion before Merlin melts into the touch. His arms reach back in some attempt at an embrace, clutching at whatever he can reach.

When the dragon speaks again, it is as quiet as he imagines a dragon can manage. It still rumbles through Merlin, through the earth beneath them. The trees still shake with the weight of it.

"We are kin," the dragon says, "and so long as I breathe, you will have me, at the least."

[authorindistress]

Sometimes I think the biggest tragedy of Merlin ending when it did is the inability for us to see the final growth of both Arthur and Merlin.

I.e. There is the obvious growth of Arthur actually making changes personally and politically regarding the acceptance of magic

BUT

There was also an opportunity for Arthur to push Merlin towards stepping into a leadership role and fulfilling more of his potential, which would have been so fun.

Imagine…

Druid: And good day to you, my king. Thank you for the audience. I will return to you if we have anymore trouble!

Arthur: Of course. I’m glad I could be of assistance.

*silence as the druid leaves*

Arthur: wtf was that?

Merlin: ??? I thought he was nice-

Arthur: No, you. Did you not know anything about what he was talking about?

Merlin: ….no. Why would I?

Arthur: BECAUSE IT IS YOUR JOB?!

Merlin: Nah. Your job. my job is protecting you.

Arthur: Incorrect. Sit down. We are spending the next hour discussing trade policies bc apparently as my servant you paid zero attention to what I did on the daily.

Merlin: you do things?

Arthur: I’m going to make you read legal documents until you cry. You convinced me to legalize magic, now you get to deal with part of the workload.

Merlin: but-

Arthur: two sides of the same coin, bitch.

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

Merlin's assistant

Pt.3 Comfy clothes

Merlin BBC x reader

Arthur had been given a 'hoodie'. It was a red one and apparently it belonged to Merlin.

He didn't mean to judge but the name certainly confused him. Sure, it did have a hood on it, but it gave him the impression of a shirt with a hood. Yeah, that's what it should be called, shirt with a hood, gosh, he was such a genius.

Except he was in fact wearing it on top of a shirt. So it couldn't be considered a shirt. Arthur felt confused.

"Do you think we should say something?" The girl questioned the warlock once the king hadn't said anything in more than five minutes.

"No, let him be, I'm afraid we might break the universe if we stop his line of thought now that he is finally thinking"

The girl chuckled and returned to the task at hand, which happened to be preparing dinner for all three of them, while Merlin just read a book and glanced at Arthur every once and then to make sure he was okay.

He was happy to say the very least, it felt as if a bunch of stars had exploded in his chest and he had been filled with their warmth. If he could he would have hugged his friend for the entire day, but that would have been weird and most likely uncomfortable.

He also wouldn't hear the end of it from his assistant.

***

Dinner had been awkward for the most part, and very silent as well. Except for the small compliment regarding the food no other words had been exchanged.

And now Arthur was fast asleep in a bed in the guest room while Merlin washed the dishes in the kitchen with his magic.

Kiddo (that was his official nickname for her now) had left at some point, off to an unknown place and not to be back till morning, it was what she usually did, he never really understood when exactly she slept but she seemed rested enough.

It was a calm night, the wind played with the bells on the front door and everybody slept.

Well, everybody but the young assistant and the figure emerging from the lake.

[groundbreakingdot872]

gwaine: *takes a deep breath*

gwaine: i lo-

anyone who has spent five seconds around him ever: yes, you love Merlin, we know, you love Merlin so much, he’s the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Merlin, we KNOW , you love Merlin you fucking love Merlin ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MERLIN. WE GET IT.

[theroundbartable]

Sick fic au 2.0

It's years into Arthur's regency when Merlin has become court sorcerer and he has assistants who do his medical work for him. (Pre-relationship)

Arthur has become sick. He, however, didn't think it was worth informing Merlin, so he begs the assistant to keep it quiet.

The assistant, new, still not educated enough and intimidated by the king and Merlin alike, does their very best to keep Merlin in the dark and the King well enough for court meetings, because Arthur refuses to lay down when he should be leading his kingdom.

Over night, it gets really bad.

Arthur: *delirious* Merlin

Assistant: he's asleep, and you told me not to get him, should I-

Arthur: where is Merlin? *Suddenly shouting* MERlin!!!

Assistant: it's okay! (Merlin is going to be so mad when he finds out I failed the King), Merlin is asleep. I can get him tomorrow-

Arthur: *almost crying* Merlin!!!!

Assistant *giving up and terrified*: I'll get him

Merlin is too worried to even care. He rushes into the room in his nightrobes, sleep deprived and scared.

Merlin: Arthur, I'm here. *At assistant* he needs more water and something to cool his head. Arthur, how are you feeling?

Arthur: *staring right at him* better *falls asleep*

Assistant: um- is that- is that bad? Oh god, did I kill the King?

Merlin: *beat red* erm- no. That's.... I think he just needed to see me.

Assistant: huh?

Merlin: why don't you take the night off? I'll stay with him.