#emrys

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

“A half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole.”

—Kilgarrah, episode 1: The Dragon’s Call

"Do I know you?" is one of the first questions Arthur asks Merlin when he meets him, despite never having met before. Literally one of the first quotes Arthur gets. Like in every lifetime they met.

Arthur recognizes Merlin by his eyes alone, even when they are in a different body. How queer is that?

Every plan Arthur has for his future, even if they include running away from his inevitable fate, involves Merlin as a very important part of it.

Despite being just a servant, he treats him better than that, like a friend, like a brother, (or something more).

Merlin uses most of his magic to protect Arthur or help him, either directly or indirectly. Even in a coma he uses his magic to guide him and take care of him.

Merlin could never run away from Camelot, even in mortal danger, because it would hurt his soul to leave Arthur behind. Arthur can't let him go either. So strong is their connection that Arthur mentioned it in dreams, and was really disappointed that he didn't want to accompany him on a single (and last) campaign.

Merlin was born to serve Arthur until the end of his reign. There is no kingdom without Arthur and there is no Arthur without Merlin.

Merlin is an immortal being who was told by another immortal being to wait until Arthur returned from the dead.

Everybody calls them "two sides of a coin", "your destiny",

Your honor, they are soulmates.

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: In the dark town of Midway, Morrigan meets Silas' grandfather; Emrys

Warnings: None Word Count: 2158

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February 2025 Promptlist Day 9: Meeting the Parents

Morrigan liked Silas. He liked him a lot. Sure, Silas tried to kill him and is overall a very unsettling and... odd guy, but Morrigan still liked him. Silas was cool and smart and strong and really really scary, but that added to the coolness in Morrigan's humble opinion.

Silas owned a tiny shop in a tiny town right next to the Abyss, selling various sea creatures he had hunted and butchered himself. It didn't seem like a logical business choice at first, but Morrigan was surprised to see how many mers were so relieved they didn't have to hunt or prep things themselves.

The place was... not very welcoming to Morrigan. He wasn't exactly surprised. He knew anywhere near the Abyss tended to incredibly hostile and unwelcoming, but still... he always felt shivers running down his spine from the many, many pairs of eyes trained on him whenever he swam through the pitch black of Midway to Silas' shop. Some looked like they wanted to hurt him but refrained for some reason or other.

And then there was the matter of Emrys. Morrigan had never met him. Not yet. Emrys was Silas' grandfather, and he was a complete mystery, living in the space above the shop that Morrigan was not permitted to enter.

Whenever Silas spoke of Emrys, his voice was always tinged with a tone of respect Morrigan never heard in regards to anyone else.

Emrys must have been something for sure. Silas never seemed like the type of guy to respect someone by default of blood relation. And, well, Silas certainly made him sound amazing with how he talked about his Abyssal magic and how efficient and clever of a hunter he was. It made Morrigan both excited and terrified of the idea of ever meeting him.

The curiosity of what Emrys was like, his appearance and voice and personality, was overwhelming. Morrigan was, as others put it, too nosy for his own good. But not only that, Emrys was also the man who raised Silas and taught him everything he knew. Something like that, well, it certainly didn't dull the urge to know.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Morrigan's curiosity was sated much sooner than he would ever have expected, when he swam into Silas' shop to find Emrys there waiting for him.

Morrigan knew it was Emrys because there was nobody else it could have been. Not with Silas' hovering so close to him so calmly, and certainly not with the amethyst eye near identical to Silas' that bore into his soul.

Morrigan gawked, whatever he was about to say dying on his tongue. His entire body went rigid, and he became locked in a staring context with this stranger that was undoubtedly Emrys.

Emrys was both so much like Silas and nothing like him at all. He was... small. Shorter than Silas by about a head, and much, much thinner, which was... concerning. The sight of his protruding ribs expanding and contracting as he breathed was deeply uncomfortable.

Emrys' skin was a dull, sickly brown. It was mottled with scars, scabs, and wrinkles, all ranging in severity. His hands, aged and leathery, were missing several claws. Morrigan knew that they, like Silas' and his own, could not be retracted, and the sight of the jagged little stubs where they were meant to be made him wince.

Possibly the most notable thing about Emrys was his face. Framed by knotty and tangled orange hair was a face that Morrigan could see some some of Silas in. They had the same nose, the same jaw, the same intense, soul-quaking stare, and the same eyes. Well, eye.

Emrys was missing an eye. Or at least one eye had been horribly mangled somehow, looking at the state of it. He was also missing an earfin on the same side. From what was left behind, it looked like it had been violently torn off.

The scar, long and jagged, extended from where his earfin once was to his eye. It was rough and bumpy and had not healed properly.

"Catfish got your tongue, city boy?" Emrys asked suddenly. His voice was quiet, deep and raspy, tinged with age. A broken fang gave him a lisp. His eye gleamed in the dark, looking Morrigan up and down and picking apart every detail.

"I..." Morrigan finally found his voice, but his words tumbled out before he could grasp his thoughts. "I, uh-"

Morrigan felt like a dangling piece of shark bait under Emrys' scrutiny. It felt so different from Silas' gaze. With Silas, it felt like he was locating every weakness he could possibly exploit. With Emrys, it felt like he knew all that already and was simply figuring out a use for every single piece of his body. Morrigan suddenly felt very aware of how much... flesh he had.

"Morrigan," said Silas. "This is my grandfather, Emrys. Pa, this is Morrigan Clearcove."

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Morrigan said, almost feeling like he was on autopilot and going for the default dialogue. He held out his hand to shake as his mouth kept moving. "I've been curious about you. Silas has a lot of good things to say."

"Hmm, does he?" Emrys sounded... amused. Actually, he looked amused, too. Morrigan expected him to be the same as Silas: impossible to read.

"Well, yeah." Morrigan said awkwardly, retracting his hand when he realised Emrys wasn't going to shake it. "He talks about you a lot."

Emrys didn't reply. He eyed Morrigan for a good long while, and Morrigan stayed frozen to the spot, fighting the urge to go hide behind the counter.

"Why are you here, Morrigan?"

Morrigan started. "Excuse me?"

"...You're a very long way from home, boy. Someone of your-" his gaze flicked from Morrigan's flourishing, almost unblemished dark green skin to his polished claws to his healthy body of a proper weight to his hair. "-type won't last long here. If they bother to, ah, lower themselves to mingle with the vermin at all." The twinge of venom in his voice at the end made it feel an awful lot like he was quoting someone.

"Silas tells me you're here for his catches. For your... parents. I'm not sure why he didn't just throw out onto the street-" Silas narrowed his eyes but Emrys paid him no heed. "-but here you are, trippin' over your own tail in the dark after a four hour swim just to get some, what, eel?"

Morrigan felt like his mouth had been glued shut. A dozen different responses flew through his mind, but none of them came out. Emrys continued talking, and he found himself wishing to return to comfortable silence with Silas.

"You're from Atlantica, yeah? Might not have Silas' exact speciality there, but you've lots of little "hunters" to hire," Emrys put "hunters" in air quotes, and Morrigan could've sworn he rolled his eye. "And businesses to get the rare stuff from. You wear your money like a medal, even down here. We know you can afford all you need to keep mom and dad happy. So why leave the peace and sunshine and come down into the darkness? Why are you here?"

Morrigan's mouth dropped open, and he gaped silently as he tried to form words. Emrys had such a cold, hard stare.

Morrigan got the sudden sinking feeling that his answer would be very, very crucial for the next few moments of his life.

"You sure he talks as much as you say?" Emrys muttered to Silas, a hint of mirth in his voice. "Seems rather quiet."

"For once." Silas muttered back, and Morrigan could not for the life of him figure out what he was thinking. He wasn't disappointed, was he? Or angry? Surely, he wouldn't agree with Emrys? Morrigan knew he didn't belong down here, but he wanted- he wanted-

"I want to see Silas." Morrigan blurted, and like always, his stupid mouth didn't stop moving. "I know I don't need to be here but I- well, I like seeing Silas, sir."

Morrigan took in a slow breath, then continued to speak at a slower, calmer pace. "I first came here because my parents know Wick, the guy who's been trying to turn this place into a tourist trap. They wanted me to talk him about a few things, but honestly he kept going on about "dark tourism" or whatever, and getting stuff from Silas was an added bonus since he sells stuff for cheap, and they're usually very rare and expensive up top. I wanted to keep seeing Silas, though, so I convinced my parents to let me keep coming down here. I'm not planning to steal from you or- or hurt you or whatever you think I'm doing, okay? I just want to talk to Silas. That's it."

Something in Silas' express changed, though Morrigan couldn't tell what he was feeling now. Emrys made a noise that was a mix between a scoff and a hum. Both of them stared at him. It was quite creepy, actually, but Morrigan bit his lip and looked straight at Emrys. "I mean it, sir."

Silas looked at Emrys, and his earfins flicked back and forth. Emrys breathed in sharply, his gills fluttering. He exhaled slowly, and a flurry of bubbles flew from his mouth.

"Fine. I don't decide who Silas does or doesn't see. But." His jaw shut with an audible "click" before he continued. "You will not wander around here with that ring of yours. You will not go talking to all your friends about Midway. If there is a raid, you do everything we say."

He paused for a moment, then continued. "It is not my job to decide that Silas shouldn't see you. But it is my job to protect him. If you do anything to put us in danger, even by accident, I will make sure nobody will find whatever is left of you."

Morrigan nodded his head vigorously, not daring to wonder what exactly these ominous consequences entailed. But he did wonder about something else Emrys said.

"Yes, sir, I understand. I swear on my life. I won't let anything like that happen." He waited for Emrys to finish muttering; "Bold, isn't he?" to a silently nodding Silas, then continued. "But, uh, what's the problem with my ring?"

He thumbed at the little circlet of gold and tapped the tip of his clawed pointer finger against the marigold crystal embedded inside. He kind of needed that magestone to keep an eye on the blot...

Emrys cocked his head at him, then looked at Silas. "Is he stupid?"

As Morrigan began working up his torrent of self-defence, Silas shrugged. "Sometimes. Too used to the sunshine."

Emrys looked back at Morrigan. "Folks would kill for a scrap of the miney you're flaunting every time you come down here, boy. Has no one tried to rob you blind and knock some sense into you yet, then?"

Morrigan balked. "Uh, well, no. Not since I first came down here. There was one attempt, but I took care of that just fine. Other than that, there's been no-"

"Then you should be thanking Silas." Emrys interrupted calmly. "Why he would bother, I don't know-" The comment drew an annoyed huff from Silas himself. "-but he's been keepin' the others from givin' you a shank and makin' off with that ring of yours. Good thing they're so scared of him, ain't it? Or you'd probably be missin' a finger or worse."

"I-" Morrigan looked at Silas. "You have?"

Silas hummed. "Don't wanna lose a customer, especially one with money. They all know to keep their hands off."

"Oh." Morrigan blinked, unsure of how to feel about that answer. "Well, uh, thank you, Silas."

Silas' lips twitched slightly, and he nodded.

"Well, I've said all I've wanted to." Emrys declared. He looked between the two younger sharks before focusing on his grandson. "I'll see you later."

Then, he turned around and swam slowly to the little hole behind the counter at the back of the shop and disappeared through it. Morrigan tried very hard to hide his sigh of relief.

"What a conversation, huh? I was worried he was gonna stop me from seeing you or- or kill me or something."

Silas shrugged his shoulders and gazed at something Morrigan couldn't see. "I wouldn't let him. If he "bans" you, I just won't tell him you came. If he "kills" you, well, he can try, but he'll have to deal with me first. But he won't do either. I'm not losing a customer and-" He glanced at Morrigan. "I guess I like seeing you, too."

Before Morrigan could form a stunned reply, Silas flitted behind the counter and tapped his claws against it. "You want glass octopus today?"

Morrigan decided not to comment on Silas' words and instead just smiled.

"Yeah."

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[kindredsoulsoftimesofold]

S2 EP 12 OF MERLIN

Every time I watch it I feel the pain of this scene. By far the worst thing Merlin ever did (he had to, i know that) because of the betrayal she feels.

When she looks at him and tries to get away from him as she chokes on the poison is always so devastating to watch.

They were friends, and after this will constantly work towards ending each other. I hate it, it hurts every time to see her lost because of goddamn Uther.

[runboybeneaththemoon]

Arthur: Okay, so you're my servant now. It's not really that important of a position, just like, idk, make sure you bring me my breakfast on time

Merlin: I would die for you, I would kill for you, I'd give up my humanity and become a living weapon for you, I would sit by your grave for over a millennium, awaiting your return-

Arthur: but would you bring me breakfast on time?

Merlin: Well that's asking a bit much, don't you think?

[neptunesyellowsands]

IM LOVING THIS omg thank you for tagging me!!! Can’t wait for the next part!!

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for all the love you gave my most recent au! Here's a continuation of the Disir au! Enjoy!

Merlin caught on quickly that there was something... different about Arthur after his return from the Disir's cave.

He was jumpy, constantly on edge, and clearly losing sleep over something. And, worst of all, he was hiding something from Merlin.

Or, more like trying to hide something from Merlin. Because Merlin knew that something had happened at the Disir's cave, and he knew that it had something to do with the old religion.

Really, Arthur should know better than to hide a wooden worship effigy of one of the gods of the old religion in his wardrobe. The very same wardrobe that Merlin digs through every morning to find some outfit to dress his royal pratness in.

But Arthur's laughable attempts at hiding anything from his manservant aside, the crudely carved effigy in Merlin's hands raised the rather uncomfortable question: what was Arthur doing hiding an object of worship tied to the old religion in his wardrobe? If he was trying to learn more about druid customs or attempting to gain some advantage over Morgana, why hide it from Merlin of all people?

And it did seem like Merlin was the only one he was hiding this from, if the knights' shifty behavior and the unusual amount of time Arthur spent with Mordred over the past few weeks was any indication.

Even Gwen was in on it! The queen had started carving out time in the evenings for Arthur to be alone in his study, doing... something. Gwen had not told him what Arthur was doing during that time, only telling him that no one, not even Merlin, was to disturb him.

It felt like the entire castle was conspiring against Merlin! And given that it was mostly likely connected to the Old Religion based off of the presence of the worship effigy, the entire situation set Merlin on edge.

(Plus, there was a strange tingling in the back of Merlin's mind that had started the night after Arthur had returned from the Disir's cave. The odd sensation came and went at seemingly random times, but it didn't hurt. No, it felt more like something inside his mind was trying to get his attention, as strange as that sounded. Merlin wasn't sure what it was or what to make of it.)

The first question that popped into his mind was "do they know?", but something seemed too strange about this entire situation for the explanation to be as simple as his magic having been discovered, as disastrous as that would be. No, if his magic was truly discovered, the reaction would be loud, explosive, like Arthur's temper. There would not be this shifty, sneaking around behind Merlin's back if that were really the case. If Arthur felt betrayed by Merlin, he would not turn to conspiracy. That wasn't who Arthur was.

So no, Merlin's magic hadn't been discovered. Merlin's next guess was that Mordred's magic had been discovered, but that too seemed unlikely, since the king's prophesized killer was still alive and meeting with the king frequently.

Perhaps Arthur was planning on brokering peace with the druids and wanted to keep it hidden from the council to avoid the protests from Uther's lords? It seemed like something Arthur would do, and the thought of it filled Merlin with hope. But still, if that was truly what Arthur was doing, he would have told Merlin by now!

So then what could it be?! What reason did Arthur possibly have for possessing a handmade worship talisman and hiding it from Merlin?!

Merlin even tried to glean some information based on which god of the Old Religion the worship effigy was dedicated to, but the face was carved so crudely that there were no identifying features, and the base was plain, devoid of any symbols of worship that could point to the identity of the god in question.

With all of his other options having been exhausted, Merlin turned to the one method of getting answers that had yet to fail him: eavesdropping.

(Gaius could admonish him all he liked for not being able to mind his own business, but the old physician couldn't deny that Merlin seeing and overhearing things that he shouldn't have had saved the kingdom at least a dozen times over.)

Fortunately for Merlin, Arthur's newfound alone-time was at around the same time every evening, right after he had finished his dinner, and Merlin knew every nook and cranny of the king's chambers better than anyone.

It was almost laughably easy to sneak into the antechambers off of Arthur's bedroom through a hidden and rarely-used servant's passageway. These chambers would normally be where the king's manservant lived, but since Merlin lived with Gaius, they were just used for storage now, with the door between the antechambers and the king's chambers remaining locked for security purposes.

All Merlin had to climb over a few chests to get to the door and peer between a gap in the door's panels, and he now had a full view of the king's chambers without anyone even knowing that he was there.

... He probably should warn Arthur about this gap in his security at some point, since an assassin could easily make use of it, but that would have to come after Merlin had gotten the answers he needed.

Merlin sat and waited, watching Arthur's back as he stood up from his desk, stretched, and started sorting through his paperwork from the council meeting earlier that day. Merlin relaxed slightly at the sight, and as he watched Arthur do paperwork and other mundane tasks over the course of an hour, he began to wonder if he had gotten all of this wrong.

Maybe Arthur had started carving out time alone to fulfill his tasks as the king more independently? Arthur had done similar things in the past after all, pulling away from his friends and believing that he should shoulder all of his burdens by himself.

With his fears appeased by a familiar and plausible explanation for Arthur's strange behavior, Merlin considered leaving for the night, seeing as how nothing seemed to be amiss.

Well, Merlin was considering leaving for the night and dropping his suspicions there, up until Mordred silently snuck through the door and approached Arthur with a nervous smile. Merlin's body tensed at the sight, his anxiety skyrocketing at the sight of Mordred so close to Arthur with no one else present.

But Mordred didn't sneak up on Arthur with a weapon in hand, but instead greeted him warmly and led him over to the chairs in front of the fireplace. Arthur sat a bit stiffly, trying and failing to not let his discomfort show as Mordred ran around the room, gathering an odd assort of supplies from various hiding places around the room. Merlin narrowed his eyes at the sight, his jaw clenching with concern for Arthur and hatred for that little snake. What was Mordred doing to Arthur?

Merlin nearly threw stealth out the window and crashed through the door when he sensed the faint traces of magic on the supplies- ritual supplies, he finally recognized- that Mordred gathered. The only thing that made Merlin hesitate was the lack of magic on Arthur. If the king was already under some sort of spell or enchantment from that treacherous bane posing as a knight, Merlin would be able to sense it.

Then why was Arthur just sitting there and letting Mordred gather objects for a ritual?! Why would he-

"I'm glad that you're taking so well to the basics of the Old Religion, sire. I'm sure that the Disir would be pleased with your progress. Now that you've gotten the hang of the general worship rituals that druids perform to all the gods, we can start focusing more on the rituals and ceremonies specific to Emrys."

Merlin jumped at the mention of his druidic title, knocking over multiple pieces of furniture in his shock. It was only a quickly placed spell to dampen sound that saved him from revealing his presence.

What was Mordred thinking?! Why was he teaching Arthur about Emrys of all people?

Or... was he trying to sow a distrust of Emrys in Arthur? Yes, that was exactly what that nefarious puppet for Morgana was doing. Turning Arthur against his own protector would allow Mordred the opportunity to drive a wedge between them, leaving Arthur vulnerable and Merlin would not allow this!

Merlin called upon his power, the magic always swirling underneath his skin, and aimed it at that snake Mordred, ready to strike him down before his plans could come to fruition. But, before he could direct his magic to strike, Arthur finally spoke.

"Thank you, Mordred. I don't know how I'd do this without you. I cannot regret agreeing to the Disir's demands, of course, but never thought that the worship of the Old Religion was this complex."

Arthur's words made him pause, freezing in his cramped hiding place. So, it wasn't Mordred pushing Arthur into this?

Hm, shame. It looked like Arthur's prophesized killer was still waiting to play his hand. Merlin would smite him with all his might when Mordred finally revealed his true colors, but it seemed like that day was yet to come.

So, it was the Disir at fault for this? They were the ones responsible for this perversion of destiny's will?

Merlin's lips curled with disgust as he watched Mordred instruct Arthur on how to properly pray to Emrys using a talisman. His irritation only increased as that buzzing headache suddenly came back.

Because this?! This was never supposed to happen. Merlin- and by extension, Emrys- was made for Arthur, to guide and protect him as he fulfilled his destiny. The druids could worship him all they liked in the meanwhile, but Arthur was never supposed to kneel before Emrys, never meant to pray to him.

Emrys is Arthur's servant, not the other way around.

This had to stop. Now.

And that's all for now! I hope you all enjoyed this continuation! I'll probably do a part 3, since I have some ideas on where this will go next!

And, as always, thank you for reading through my ramblings! :D

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[adageyer]

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[nightninjaboy]

[thistle--bug]

Two sides of the same coin

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

This is what the prophecy foretold. The return of the Once And Future King and the Knights of Camelot. This is when the world needs them. Things have fallen to chaos. Order is being overturned. World wars broke out and civilizations fell. Technology and science can only advance and be utilized when electricity is available. In the wars, enemies targeted power lines and power plants. In the state of technological fail, people returned to old ways of doing things. When in war torn lands, people fight with everything they have, calling on ancient strength they never even knew about. But, magic in intertwined with life. It was hunted and forced down, but with no order left, who cares about those things any more? More and more people are figuring out the ways of magic. It become the new means of life. To have magic is to have power, and in the state of the world, the weak do not survive. There are not really any sides to the wars anymore. Just you verses them. People are using magic in horrible ways for their own gain just to survive. Many have tried to take over the world. This necromancer is just the latest. They never last long, taken out by the more powerful walking around.

Merlin, who has stayed by the lake, waiting, waiting. Who put up wards around the area so it wouldn’t be disturbed after things truly started turning for the worse. He feels the disturbance in the balance of Life and Death. He always does. He doesn’t pay it much mind, people have been trading lives a lot lately. He feels when magic pulls at him, though. Recognizes the magic as that same type. The pulls stops after a while as he is not dead. No one’s ever tried to resurrect him before, it’s almost funny.

He senses more changes in the natural word. It’s humming like it hasn’t done since Arthur died. Merlin had thought, at the time, that the dullness around him was from his own grief. As he watches vibrance grow over the weeks, he wonders what had happened.

He finally goes out to see what the state of the world has become. He hears of knights in shining armor and red cloaks. Knights have not been a thing in a long time.

When he finally finds Arthur and the Knights, he’s horrified. This necromancer has them all under his control. They cannot disobey him. They are not puppets like Lancelot the shade was, and the necromancer isn’t strong enough to completely control them all the time, but they cannot disobey him. They are all the same as he remembers, but their actions in this war are not their will.

Something something, a necromancer revived Camelot soldiers to take over the world. His biggest success is to revive King Arthur to make him his personal shield.

Then he tries to revive THE Merlin...

...

He doesn't know Merlin is still alive.

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

merlin and arthur co-parenting human aithusa (even though they would NEVER talk about it) my beloved

(...yes, I've been reading too many fanfics again, NOW TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAV MERTHUR FANFICS ARE >:])

[emrysmoss]

You’re laughing. The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy and you’re laughing.

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

My favorite Merthur dynamic, especially in slow-burn fics is, once they’ve had their “oh” moments. Arthur is doing backflips around the fact that he’s in love with a man, let alone his manservant, let alone Merlin. And then there’s Merlin, who takes one look inward and is like “well, this might as well happen,” and then tucks this secret away inside him with the rest of them. Because, well, his life is already Arthur’s, his heart might as well be too.

Meanwhile, Arthur is screaming crying throwing up, and nobody knows why, least of all Merlin, but damn if he’s not going to give figuring it out his best shot. Cue Merlin performing various acts of sorcery on a passed out Arthur to find out why his king can’t get a full sentence out in his presence without getting flustered.

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Imagine if merlin just shows up in the middle of the prayer like he's spawning out of nowhere scaring the shit out of Arthur and Mordred. Anyway, can't wait to read part 3! Loves and goodbyes ❤️❤️❤️

Aww, thank you so much! I can 100% imagine Mordred and Arthur praying, and in the middle of it, Merlin shows up with his magic crackling with power around him, his voice booming in his dragonlord voice yelling "Who dares summon Emrys- oh wait it's just you."

Arthur's just staring at him in disbelief while Mordred gives him some pastries as an offering.

Maybe Mordred would gaslight Arthur on Merlin's behalf later when Arthur commented on how Emrys very obviously looked exactly like Merlin. Mordred would blink innocently and ask "You mean he looked like Merlin to you? Emrys is known to take on the form of whoever you think of the most, so that's no surprise that your mind saw him as Merlin." And Arthur's just left as a blushing mess after that explanation lol!

[giacarem]

Fic where, after Arthur has legalised magic but before Merlin has revealed his magic, Arthur hears that a sorcerer named Emrys can see into the future and grant prophecies, and decides to seek him out to ask him about the future of Camelot and Merlin panics

So Merlin tries to convince Arthur the whole time that maybe it’s not the best idea to seek out this apparently all knowing oracle, and what about whether this guy is even real or if he has the abilities in the first place (because as far as Merlin knows, he’s not a seer. Sure, he can see the future if he looks into the Crystal Cave, but it’s not an innate ability like Morgana’s visions)

But Arthur is determined so he takes Merlin and his knights and sets out to where Emrys is said to reside (and Merlin can’t help but think the entire thing is nonsense anyway, because where did this guy get his information from? Merlin very obviously does not live where ever they’re going)

The whole time he’s also thinking about ways to disguise himself once again if he indeed does have to present himself as Emrys to Arthur.

Anyways, they get to the abandoned castle where “Emrys” lives and surprise surprise, it’s an imposter

Merlin is now very angry and annoyed but for totally different reasons

He very subtly tries to discredit or trip up this “Emrys”

Merlin: I thought Emrys was a dragonlord

“Emrys”: Of course I am

Merlin: Then, why don’t you call a dragon?

“Emrys”: Ummmm

Arthur: Merlin, don’t be silly, all the dragons are gone, you were there when it happened

Arthur: Please, Emrys, I seek to know what will become of Camelot under my reign

“Emrys”: A kingdom is only as strong as its leader. There will be times of hardship, but also times of peace and joy

Merlin: Oh please, that’s so vague.

Arthur: Merlin, do not insult the all knowing, all powerful sorcerer

Merlin: So, how do you get your visions? Through sleep? By looking through a crystal?

“Emrys”: It comes to me naturally, like breathing. My magic always has

Merlin: Interesting, can we see some magic?

Arthur: Merlin, we are not here for entertainment

Eventually it’s revealed that this “Emrys” is a fraud and that Merlin is in fact the real Emrys, but then Arthur keeps expecting him to know about the future

Arthur: Merlin, will I die if I go on this quest to slay the beast?

Merlin, gritting his teeth: How would I know?

Arthur: Mm. I guess I just expected the all powerful Emrys to be a little more impressive

[calico-in-the-forest]

People don't talk about this scene enough, so I am going to.

[Found picture online after much searching]

Merlin fans tend to talk about the ending of the show, offering alternative endings which are interesting and exciting. However, I feel that not enough people appreciate those small scenes in Merlin that make all the difference.

This is a moment from the secret sharer (that one episode with our bestie Alator). The LIGHTING in this scene is phenomenal. The props and set design? Stunning. The camera angles? Beautiful. The way Colin Morgan is sat so that the light from the window hits his face at the perfect angle? Amazing.

There is so much thought and care in everything in this show, and don't even get me started on the music! The soundtrack is SO GOOD!! I understand the importance of major scenes and why they are talked about so much, but honestly it's the small moments that really make the show what it is for me.

[cadvix]

Day 13 (officially day 15): Grimoire

This is a bit rushed, cause I am severely lacking in time right now, but whatever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also if I’m not replying to comments, my apologies. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t seem to work a lot of the time. I’ll reply as soon as it works again.