#i can't wait to draw more Merlin too

[sofieartz]

[ AFK Journey ]

More Sinbads, this time in doodle form ^^

Missing my Merlin (Emrys) like a fool right now, I need them so bad...

*currently thinking about their lore rn

+ One more doodle, Crackship art (Sonja/Sinbad)

Honestly, idk since when I like this pairing.

They're like enemy to lovers coded, but it's a bit more complicated than that... Since they're not really enemies to begin with, they're both fighting for similar things but for different reasons.

And they both have reasons to dislike/distrust one another, but by the end, Sonja was willing to give Sinbad a chance as a Captain, and Sinbad was willing (If not a bit surprise) to give her a chance as well. Specifically, to improve the relation of Rustport with Brineville.

Both of them are unconventional enemies (Because of their background), and in turn during Scandia isle, unconventional allies (Because they're both stranded, and needing each other's expertise).

I can honestly see a relationship forming between these two, one that is strained from the beginning, but both are willing to mend it, even if it's a slow process.

I can find it especially difficult for Sinbad, but seeing the genuine kindness, and help she wanted to provide, to heal the pain that Tesio caused to all of them.

It gives him hope, maybe maybe this can be done.

Even not romantically, their friendship could still be very intriguing, I'm still playing with it.

But at the end, I could see these two having a genuinely lovely relationship.

Or, maybe I just like shipping 2 of my favorite characters together, and imagining domestic content with them—

[dearggntlereader]

Remus Lupin x reader doesn't follow the prompt "i hate you" "same" "good" *keeps making out* exactly but it's inspired TW: pretty short, some kissing, alcohol mentioned

only drunk, huh? . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

You aren’t drunk enough to be staring at Remus lupin the way you are, gaze locked on his form with heavy, wanting eyes.

He’s sitting on a couch near the edge of the common room with Lily and Regulus, lightly laughing at something the former is explaining while running his hands through his hair every few minutes, tousling it up perfectly. 

Honestly, he looks a mess. Legs spread, shirt wrinkly and having ridden up to show the bottom part of his lean form and a jagged scar over the side of his waist, not to mention the print of lipstick, the same shade as Lily's mouth, on his cheek. He’s a mess, but Merlin if he doesn't look beautiful.

And because you’ve had your eyes on him since you arrived you know he isn’t drunk enough to be meeting your gaze the way he is.

Or to be smirking the way he is. You’ve never seen him smirk before. SInce when does he fucking smirk?? Also, didn’t he say he’s “not one for parties”? Then why does he look so comfortable with the loud music and at least 16 classmates staring at him like they want him to fuck them right there. Maybe they do.

Not like you can blame them.

Except you’re not going to be one of the girls falling for his mysterious act. They think he’s the whole packet. Smart, popular, tall, handsome, nice and respectful while having rough edges.

You know better with the way he laughs when his friends pull unnecessary pranks on Slytherins or snaps at someone disturbing his studies. You’ve seen him glare at his own friends in the great hall when they were simply trying to help him just last week. He’s an asshole and you hate him.

Because you hate him it doesn’t mean anything when he cocks his head towards the drink station and you actually start moving through the crowd of drunk students. You just realized you were thirsty. Nothing else.

You don’t have to look at him to know Remus is following you. 

When you arrive at the table with enough straight liquor to get a village black-out drunk and barely enough mixers for a group of five, you don’t bother trying to mix yourself something tasty and take a quick shot of Firewhiskey. Just as it finishes burning your throat, the aftertaste still heavy in your mouth, a familiar presence slides up next to you.

“Looking lovely today,” Remus mutters in a tone placed somewhere between sarcasm and flirty genuineness.

“Don’t I always?” you respond while pouring yourself another shot, for plausible deniability when you wake up in a red and gold dorm room tomorrow morning.

His eyebrows shoot up and a slight smirk dances on his Lips while you knock back your drink, already pouring another with a grimace, “That amount of ego coming from- Wait.”

He takes your shot and drinks it instead of letting you get more drunk. “This is straight liquor,” he mumbles, disgust clear on his face.

“No shit sherlock. Straight Liquor you just stole from me, by the way.”

The corner of his lip slides up again as he gives you a smile that can only be interpreted as mocking while also stepping just a tad closer. “I'm pretty sure I can’t steal something I bought, but sure. What’s with the rush to get drunk, dove?”

"None of your business"

His Eyebrows draw together in a soft frown, although you can tell from his eyes he’s not actually bothered by your rude answer. "It is my business if you plan to follow our routine. Can't have you to drunk to notice my efforts"

His tone is laced with faux seriousness, yet the reference to ‘your routine’ startles a blush onto your already slightly flushed face. He’s not this bold usually and you haven’t decided whether you like it yet. Nonetheless your ego doesn’t allow you to lay out your interest as openly as he does.

"Can't be too sober to look at you twice," you bite back, voice less harsh than you intended, while averting your eyes from the small smile growing on his face.

That has always been your weakness when it comes to him. The soft smiles. The ones that make you forget that he can be a huge jerk with not enough backbone for even a person half his size.

"Doing a pretty good job at it right now," he murmurs.

"That's cause im already halfway drunk, you're lucky your dumb fucks of friends barely brought any mixers," you breathe, glancing at him while insulting his friends. You're trying to rile him up and don’t feel a tad bit bad about it.

It doesn’t work.

He smiles again, leaning his head down to catch your eyes. Merlin, he has pretty eyes."You're not anywhere near drunk, lovely. Otherwise you'd already be hanging onto me with that cute smile of yours."

"Proud of a girl only wanting you when she's drunk?"

"drunk actions, sober thoughts and all that." He says with a smile, less soft than before but nowhere near the earlier sharp smirk.

"fuck you."

"was planning on it."

When he starts to walk away you bite down another remark about how ‘he wishes’ and instead pull him back by his shirt and press a harsh kiss to his mouth. He only smiles for a second before kissing you back, leading you into something softer and slower as he slings an arm around your waist.

Luckily he doesn’t notice the embarrassing whine that leaves you when he pulls back, if he does he’s kind enough not to mention it.

The impromptu kiss, however…

“so you only want me when your drunk, huh?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. His breath is hot against your Lips and the small circles he draws against your side cause hot flames of want to lick up your body.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is a bodyswap au and I have been WAITING for this one

(630 words.)

As it turns out, it's really bloody hard to pretend to be Sirius. Remus just isn't laid back enough. He can't hold on to that bouncy, bright energy the way Sirius does.

"Padfoot?"

A few seconds pass before Remus remembers that he's Padfoot, turning quickly and shooting James a smile. Oh, it's weird being the same height as James.

"Hey!" He cringes a little at himself. That was way too enthusiastic, he has to find a balance. James catches it too, frowning a little at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks carefully. "You're not thinking about Moony again, are you?"

"No, I'm-"

Wait.

Sorry?

"Moony? Why would I be thinking about Moony?" He tries instead, but James just looks at him like he's spontaneously started speaking a foreign language.

"Sirius, I know you said you'd try to put him out of your mind, move on, but I don't think you should. I really do think you have a chance!"

"...A chance," Remus says slowly, trying to play catch up, slow his heartrate a little.

"Yeah!" James seems happy that Remus, Sirius, is even entertaining the idea. "You should see the way he looks at you! I'm sure he likes you back, Sirius, he has to!"

Oh.

Oh.

"He likes me?" Remus asks, stunned.

"I really think he does," James says sincerely, but Remus' head is reeling. "Ask him out! You never know what could happen!"

At that moment, Remus promptly forgets that he's halfway through a conversation, opting for turning and practically booking it to the library. Sirius is hosting his study session, and Remus should feel a little guilty, but honestly? Nothing matters more than talking to Sirius.

With that decision made, he shoves the door open. Heads turn, and Sirius looks up. Lily, sitting beside him, shoots Remus a glare.

"Uh... sorry. S- Remus, could I, uh... talk to you?"

"Piss off, Black," Lily shoots back, which tells Remus that he never wants to be on Lily's bad side.

"No, it's alright. Yeah, 'course," Sirius says back. "I'll be back in a second, guys."

He's much better at being Remus than Remus is at being him.

The moment they get outside of the library, Remus grabs Sirius' wrist and pulls him into a dark, empty hallway.

"Moony, what-"

"You like me," He states simply, stunned, watching as his own eyes widen. "As in, romantically. You like me."

"How did you-" he starts, cutting himself off as his eyes sink shut. "Prongs," He groans. Remus just nods. "Listen, Moony, I'm so sorry-"

Remus has no clue what motivates him to do this, not when Sirius is literally him right now, but he can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing him.

For a moment, it's really... weird. He's never really fancied kissing himself, to be perfectly honest.

Until time seems to freeze for a moment, and he's himself again. Suddenly, Sirius is gasping into his mouth, lips soft against his, and Remus wraps his arms around his waist, finally, finally lifting one hand and sliding it into Sirius' hair.

He's rewarded with a muffled whimper, as Sirius throws himself into the kiss with an enthusiasm so staggering it makes Remus' head swim. Still, who is he to complain when Sirius tastes like mint and Merlin Remus is in heaven.

It finally seems to click that they're in public, both of them regrettably pulling away. Their eyes meet, and Sirius huffs a gentle laugh.

"So..." He starts, and Sirius grins at him.

"If I'd known that was all it took, I would have kissed you a long time ago. Avoided this whole mess altogether," Sirius says simply, decisively, drawing a laugh out of Remus.

Okay, he's not going to the study group. Not now.

[hasenkidudoneanythingwrong]

i don't HATE the new units... necessarily... but they definitely fumbled this one. this is just for me to put my thoughts in writing because i'm ballin and i post all my fgo art stuff here. blabbing under the cut bc i am talking a lot

i will say PROUDLY though that i'm disappointed there wasn't more enkidu in the event. i didn't do any reading beforehand so i saw larval tiamat and was like OMG! I CAN'T WAIT FOR ENKIDU TO PLAY A (SMALL) ROLE IN THIS EVENT BECAUSE TIAMAT IS HERE AND FROM THE BABYLON SINGULARITY! nope... they want me to die... she only barely references the singularity and her design references are limited to what MIGHT be merlin's flowers on the floor (first and third ascension art) and the cliff of the pit you fought her in on the horizon (also in her third ascension art). which are both so vague i can barely tell if they were intentional.

draco i've already posted about and i'm reading everyone's tags and nodding regretfully. i might make a redesign concept to depict what i think would've been more interesting because character design is my #passion and this game makes me realize i'm actually way more competent than i give myself credit for. i feel like she could've been so cool but i have to cover half my screen whenever she's talking to me and that's still not enough ;_; this crosses over into my opinion on locusta too, in theory i LOVE her i love weird little freaks i think she and xu fu would be great friends. i just hate that every time they interact it's when draco is a child... there could've been perfectly good evil yuri here and they stole it from us i will never forgive them for this

i actually don't hate larva!tiamat surprisingly. i feel like if they're conna CALL her larva they should make her more bug-esque but i know i'm a minority there and i actually think her second ascension is pretty cute if i don't look at it too hard and just appreciate her scarf. i might make a sprite edit or something because it's like oo you were SO CLOSE!! to something actually cute and Then they have to have the obligatory huge boobs final ascension... and she's literally just dressed like beast tiamat can't she at least have some elements of her previous ascensions or SOMETHING i'm so tired. i don't hate the "mother" gimmick pretty much only because i personally can ignore any possible implications and at that point it's like playing pretend with your little cousin or something. yeah sure you can be the mother i'll be the dog whatever.

i'm pretty disappointed with both tbh. draco's final form is pretty cool and i like it, but we spend. so long. with the bikini. it's not nearly enough to make up for it. and tiamat feels so separated from the singularity she first appeared in, which i guess is fine? but it's still disappointing to me personally because i'm a symbolism guy. i might redraw her too but i feel like i'm not personally wronged by her design enough to bother... i like locusta but please for the love of god STOP taking your clothes off i'm so tired. everyone is just stripping all the time PUT A DAMN COAT ON! FUCK!! i need to go draw enkidu in bb dubai's dress to calm down

[steampunkserpent]

Introducing my Merlin, Thesia Novlitus

I am going off completely personal theories of who merlin is bare with me.

the original Merlin has been cursed by the Ancients for daring to have the arrogance of going against them, and winning. The old gods were petty and spiteful, so I see no reason why they wouldn't punish the First Mage who waged war against them to free his fellow humans. Not because he cared about them though, but because he himself longed for the power that came with becoming a god, and he knew the Ancients would never stand to have a former mortal amongst them. As such, he was cursed with immortality. He found a way to cheat this curse though, by making his body 'reset' at the end of each life. While this meant he would need to relearn his magic, he hadn't a worry since he still had the memories in tact. Each new incarnation was random, with different gender and physical traits. But the mind was in tact since the soul always carried over. Including the soul of the most pompous,arrogant, narcissistic, toxic man known to all. Whenever a new incarnation showed traits of being someone better someone new, the original Merlin came in and corrupted the soul like a parasite, until the cycle began again. And again. And again...

And then Thesia came along, and changed everything when she woke up with amnesia. The last reset had gone wrong thanks to some strange outside forces. While she had the ancient magic, she had a new personality, as well as a new identity.

Thesia chose her name as the Thesius Ship Paradox, because while she is the new 'Merlin', she doesn't identify with that title. She gets embarrassed at too much praised, is perhaps a bit too humble. She does feel pressure to become the Merlin the hamsters think she needs to be, but in truth they secretly are glad how much nicer she is since past Merlin absolutely punted them when he was upset.

As such while traveling Esperia to help save it from hypogeans and the like, she will discover more of her past, her sins, who she is as Thesia, and become the Magister that Dura knows she is capable of being to help the world.

Right now her love interests are a toss up between Valen or Cyran. Potentially toxic romance with Cyran before he is revealed to be evil (probably) and she ends up with Valen.

Can't wait to draw fanart of her for you. Please note, all backstory and elements come from little snippets of dialogue that elude to past Merlins not being the nicest of people.

She is very special.

[sonny201818]

A one shot I’ve been working on. Sebastian & my MC Millie Grey in their Fourth year at Hogwarts, trying out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team ☺️💚

Some more drawings down below too ❣️

Quidditch Tryouts

Sebastian Sallow stood near the edge of the Quidditch pitch, his broom in hand, scanning the grounds with growing impatience. Tryouts were about to begin, and Millie was nowhere to be seen.

He gritted his teeth, shifting from foot to foot as Lewis, the team captain, a towering sixth-year with a no-nonsense attitude, stepped forward.

"Alright, listen up!" Lewis called out, his deep voice booming over the murmurs. "Tryouts start now. Get your arses in the air or get off my pitch."

Just as Sebastian was about to curse under his breath, movement at the far end of the field caught his attention. His eyes narrowed, then widened in disbelief.

Millie.

Hair loose, dark strands flowing behind her in the wind. Breathless. And, Merlin help him, still in her bloody school uniform. Skirt and all.

Before he could even think, he stormed toward her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Millie, where were you!?" His voice was half exasperation, half relief.

She bent over slightly, panting from the run. "Professor Onai—would not—stop lecturing me—about 'taking Divinations seriously, blah blah blah'..." She straightened, grinning. "Oh well, I made it anyway!"

Sebastian frowned, his eyes dropping to her attire. "You can't try out in that!"

Millie immediately frowned back. "Why not? I didn't have time to change."

He opened his mouth, but the words tangled in his throat. "Y-you're in a skirt!"

She glanced down, blinking, then shrugged. "So? I'm wearing hose. Besides, I was always in a skirt when we played at Uncle Solomon's!"

Sebastian's jaw clenched as he glanced around at the other players, mostly boys.

"That's different," he muttered.

Millie rolled her eyes. "No, it's not. It’s fine!"

Sebastian groaned, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Let me transfigure your skirt to pants—"

Millie burst into giggles. "No way! I saw you mutilate that toad last week!"

His eyes narrowed in offense. "I did better than you!"

"Sallow! Grey!" Lewis's sharp voice cut through their bickering. "Get your arses over here now!"

They both turned, eyes wide, realizing that everyone else was already mounted on their brooms, waiting.

Sebastian and Millie scrambled forward, their bickering momentarily forgotten as they elbowed each other on the way, giggles escaping despite themselves. Grabbing their brooms, they mounted quickly, exchanging one last look.

The moment Lewis blew the whistle, Millie shot into the air, heart pounding with exhilaration. The crisp wind whipped against her face as she maneuvered her broom with sharp, practiced precision. This was it—Quidditch tryouts. Finally.

She had originally wanted to go for Chaser, but Sebastian, the menace that he was, had planted the idea of trying out for Seeker in her head only a few days before.

"You're fast, Mill, ridiculously fast. And reckless. You'd be perfect for Seeker," he had said, flashing that mischievous grin.

She had rolled her eyes at the time, but as she soared through the pitch, she realized he might've had a point. She was quick—darting past other players, dodging Bludgers like they were nothing. And maybe, just maybe, she was a bit too aggressive as a Chaser.

"Grey, take it easy!" one of the other Chasers grumbled as she nearly knocked them off their broom while diving for a pass.

Sebastian's laugh rang out from across the field. "I told you! She plays like a rabid Kneazle!"

Millie turned mid-air and spotted him effortlessly blocking a Bludger, sending it flying across the pitch. He was trying out for Beater, of course. But then, not even five minutes later, he was speeding down the field as a Chaser, stealing the Quaffle with ease.

"Show off," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she focused on her own tryout.

By the time tryouts were over, her muscles ached, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

After what felt like an eternity, Lewis finally blew his whistle, signaling the end. "Good job, everyone! Tryouts are over! If you want to stick around and practice, feel free."

Millie glanced at Sebastian, already knowing exactly what he was thinking.

A mock match.

They split into teams, but neither of them was taking it seriously. They were just messing around, chasing each other more than actually playing. If one got the Quaffle, the other immediately abandoned their team's strategy to go after them.

"Too slow, Grey!" Sebastian teased as he snatched the Quaffle from her grasp.

Millie let out a dramatic gasp. "How dare you!"

She shot forward, weaving through the air with reckless speed, gaining on him fast. She reached out, fingers grazing the Quaffle just as he turned sharply—

And then, WHAM.

They collided midair with a thud, limbs tangling as their brooms spun wildly. For a split second, they flailed, trying to right themselves—only to tip over completely, plummeting toward the ground.

Luckily, the pitch had been charmed for safety, and they landed with a soft, muffled thump in the enchanted, cushiony grass.

Silence.

Then—laughter.

Millie was the first to break, dissolving into giggles as she lay sprawled on the ground, staring up at the sky. Beside her, Sebastian groaned before letting out a chuckle of his own.

"You absolute menace," he wheezed.

"Says you!" Millie shot back between giggles.

Around them, a few of the other players hovered down, peering over with expressions of concern and confusion

"Are you two insane?" Someone called out.

"Are you okay?" Another voice, concerned.

Millie waved a hand in the air dismissively, still laughing. "We're fine!"

Sebastian rolled onto his side, grinning down at her. "Not my fault you can't control yourself, Grey."

She shoved him playfully. "Not my fault you're always in my way, Sallow."

Around them, the other players just stared, utterly bewildered at how they could crash midair and still be laughing about it.

~~

The Slytherin common room was packed, the usual emerald glow from the lake casting shimmering patterns across the stone walls. Excitement buzzed through the air as students crowded around the bulletin board where the Quidditch team roster had just been posted.

Millie and Sebastian sprinted toward it, elbowing each other the entire way.

"Move it, Grey!" Sebastian hissed, nudging her a little too hard.

"You move it, Sallow!" she shot back, trying to outpace him.

He let out a mischievous chuckle and, whether intentionally or not, clipped her foot mid-stride. Millie let out a startled oof as she tumbled forward, landing flat on her face.

Sebastian cursed under his breath. "Oh, for Merlin's—sorry, sorry!" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up so fast that she barely had time to process what had happened before they were running again, neither sparing a second glance back.

They skidded to a stop, crashing into the stone wall near the board. With their shoulders pressed together, they peered down the list, eyes scanning frantically.

Seeker – Millicent Grey

Chaser – Sebastian Sallow

Millie blinked, momentarily taken aback. Seeker? She had tried out, sure, but actually making the team?

Before she could fully process it, she was suddenly crushed against Sebastian's chest as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"You did it!" he laughed, voice full of warmth.

She clung to him, squeezing back, her eyes stinging slightly. She had actually made the Quidditch team. And with Sebastian. She couldn't be happier.

As they broke apart, Lewis appeared beside them, clapping a firm hand on each of their backs, making them stumble slightly forward. "Nice work, you two," he said with a nod. "You've got great chemistry. And Sallow, I wanted you as Beater, but you're still young. Next year, though, when our Beaters graduate, that spot's yours."

Sebastian grinned, confidence practically radiating off of him. "You can count on me.”

With their excitement still thrumming through them, they made their way to their usual corner of the common room, where Anne and Ominis were waiting.

Anne, the moment she saw them, launched herself at them, wrapping them both in one of her infamously tight hugs. "I knew you two would make the team!" she said brightly, pressing a quick kiss to Millie's cheek before pulling back. She gave her a pointed look. "You better keep my brother in line, though."

Millie laughed. "Oh, trust me, I'll try."

Ominis, ever composed, simply patted their shoulders—his version of an enthusiastic congratulations. "Good job," he said, though there was clear fondness in his tone.

Still bursting with energy, Millie turned to him with wide, eager eyes. "You are going to come to every single one of our matches, right?"

Ominis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Millicent. But for the love of all that is magic, please don't be reckless. I'd rather not have heart palpitations every time you take the pitch."

Sebastian let out a loud laugh, slinging an arm around Ominis's shoulder. "You're asking for far too much, mate."

Ominis groaned, shaking his head, but the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

Millie grinned, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. She had done it. They had done it. And with her best friend by her side, the season was already shaping up to be the best one yet.

~ Some More Pictures Below ~

After they crashed their brooms hehe

& Hugging when they found out they made the team together ❣️

[thenameswinter99]

Tag game: tag 9 (SPOILER: they will not be 9) people you’d like to get to know better.

Thank you @whitedarkmoonflower for the tag! 💜

Last song: Ultraviolence by Lana del Rey. I'm slowly becoming a huge fan of Lana. I barely listened to the songs of her Born To Die era, I regret having discovered her latest albums too late.

Currently watching: I'm rewatching the last season of Vikings with my boyfriend, so we could watch (and rewatch for me) Vikings Valhalla. I am about to resume watching The Crown, I just saw the first two seasons. Three ships: Oh gosh, this is very hard... I will say the three ships I'm still obsessed with:

Merthur (Merlin x Arthur, Merlin)

Athelnar (Ragnar Lothbrok x Athelstan, Vikings) I consider them more a platonic relationship than a male x male one

Crejace (Cregan Stark x Jacaerys Velaryon/Targaryen, House of the Dragon) I CAN'T wait to see them on screen. I love their relationship in Fire and Blood, and seeing Tom Taylor and Harry Collett hanging around toghether made me cry all my tears out. (Even if I am still disappointed Arnas was not casted as Cregan, but I trust Tom's acting skill) P.S. Shoutout to @sylasthegrim that fuel my Crejace obsession with her gorgeous fic. Really, girl. You made my day with your fic.

Favorite color: black and purple, I can't choose.

Currently consuming: Chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

First ship: This is a hard one, too. But I could say my first m/m ship ever was Destiel (Dean Winchester x Castiel) from Supernatural. I loved them, I still love them even if I'm not so attached to the Supernatural fandom like before.

Relationship status: Currently in a two-years relationship

Last movie: The Prince of Egypt

Currently working on: Two fics: an Athelstan x Reader and a Sihtric x Reader. It is a very, very slow work as my writing skills are awful. This is the first time I write English fics and I realize my vocabulary is not as rich as I was expecting. And I'm about to start a drawing on Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Tagging @sihtricsafin , @sunfyre-targaryen , @realskyrimsimmer and everyone who will see this post.

[storiesforsomeone]

“He's stopped breathing,” Guinevere says. “What's happening? Gaius?”

She turns to Gaius in a wordless plea for him to deny it, to forestall the grief already cracking behind her ribs. But Guinevere watches Gaius put his ear to Merlin’s chest, sees the way that Gaius’s expression drops, and she knows.

No. 

She shakes her head, a tiny, aborted motion.

“His heart has stopped,” Gaius whispers.

There’s a commotion outside the physician’s chambers: distant yelled voices, the slap of feet on stone steps, the thud of the wooden door slamming open. 

Arthur bursts in, out of breath and wild-eyed.

“Where is he?” Arthur demands.

He barely waits for an answer, advancing forwards like he's storming into battle.

“Did it work? Was it enough? Is he—”

Arthur stops. Jerks, to a halt. The rest of the words yank in his throat with a sharp, pained noise. 

He’s staring at Merlin, who lies too still. Pale on the bed, head lolled a bit to the side, hair damp at his temples, deep bruises under his eyes. Slack. Unresponsive. 

Arthur says nothing. He stares at Merlin like if he does it for long enough he will see Merlin breathe.

“He's dead,” Guinevere says, as the tears crawl up her throat.

A chink of a reaction cracks through Arthur’s shock. His sword-hand spasms. Arthur’s face goes grey. He reels back a bit. 

“He can't be,” Gaius says, disbelieving. He stands, withdrawing from Merlin. "He can't be.”

Guinevere can’t look at Arthur’s expression. It’s too much. The red-raw of his eyes, the tight way he’s holding his jaw, clamping down on the tremor of emotion, the bright-burning anguish.

She turns into Gaius instead, who pulls her close, holds her as she begins to sob. 

“It’s my fault.”

Gaius shushes her. “No, Gwen. No, the fault is mine, I…”

“This was my doing.” Arthur cuts them both off. It’s the first thing he’s said since seeing Merlin, and the emptiness in his voice makes Guinevere flinch. “The poison was intended for me. I allowed him to drink it. I…” His voice runs out.

Guinevere looks up through her tears to see Arthur has gravitated nearer, one hand on the pallet just shy of Merlin’s head, as though he wants to touch but can't allow himself.

“I failed,” Arthur finishes, and Guinevere sees the exact moment he breaks. Something in him crumbles. His shoulders curl in. “I. I failed.”

“Prince Arthur!” A voice yells distantly from outside. “Prince Arthur! You are to return to the cells immediately! By order of the King!”

For some reason, this makes Guinevere cry harder. Deep, wracking sobs that rise from somewhere unknown and terrifying. Gaius holds her as she cries. His head bows and she feels his tears in her hair. Arthur doesn’t move. The muscles in his shoulders bunch and convulse. His fists clench against the wood of the bed-frame. He is utterly silent and yet Guinevere can see him screaming.

“Prince Arthur!” 

There’s a thunder of footsteps. The door bangs open again. Gaius makes a small, wounded noise as the guards pour in around where Merlin still lies.

Arthur raises his head at the intrusion. His eyes are black with grief, glistening with an awful wet sheen. He looks at the guards, and they stop dead.

“Prince… Prince Arthur,” a guard at the front tries, hesitantly. “The King has ordered you remain in the cells. You must come back with us.”

Arthur dismisses them with the flick of his eyes. He turns from them, back to Merlin. “I will not,” he says.

“Prince Arthur…”

“I will not leave,” Arthur snaps. “Any man who tries to make me will be met with force. I welcome you to try.”

Arthur is unarmed. His words still make some of the guards hesitate. A few of the others who don’t know better draw their swords.

“Arthur,” Gaius says, very gently. “There’s nothing more we can do.”

“He died because I was in those cells.” Arthur says, head whipping sideways to stare at Gaius ferociously. “Because I went quietly when my father demanded it.”

Fresh tears fill Guinevere’s eyes. She’s hurting with him, but she tries, too, because she knows, “Merlin wouldn’t want—”

“Merlin is DEAD!” Arthur breaks out.

“Ah, well. That’s inconvenient,” says Merlin.

Guinevere feels faint. Gaius sits down heavily with a little moan. The guards startle backwards.

Guinevere turns around, disbelieving.

Merlin’s eyes are open. His head is raised a bit, and he’s breathing, and he’s staring at all of them with bemusement.

“Merlin,” Gaius manages, breathless, “you’re alive.”

“No, I’m a ghost come back to haunt you,” Merlin returns, lips curling up.

The laugh that gasps out of Guinevere hurts — sharp and lovely, like good things hurt.

Merlin's eyes are gentle as they find her. Then they shift sideways to Arthur, and Merlin's eyes widen.

"Arth—"

There’s a blur of movement. 

Arthur kisses him. Out of nowhere, dropping down and cradling Merlin’s jaw to turn his head, kissing him deeply with something feverish and bright, a desperate outpouring of relief.

It’s over as quickly as it began.

“Arthur, what…?” Merlin murmurs the moment they part, turning into Arthur like it's the most natural thing in the world. Merlin looks — dazed. Astonished. He looks at Arthur like Arthur had been looking at him earlier, like there’s no air to breathe if they are not sharing it. 

“I’m sorry,” Arthur says immediately. His hand is still cupping the nape of Merlin's neck, thumb framing the curve of Merlin's jaw seemingly without realising. “I just. Thought you were dead.”

Everyone is staring at them. Neither of them notice.

Arthur is flushing a bit. He’s gone stiff again, drawing back and straightening up, rubbing at his neck, looking anywhere but Merlin.

Guinevere bites down hard on her smile.

“It’s fine.” Merlin says automatically. Then he appears to grasp the situation, and amends, with a smile that’s small-part cheek, small-part uncertainty, but altogether emanates joy, “It’s more than fine.”

Arthur’s eyes meet Merlin's again. Neither of them look away. 

The guard coughs, looking a bit like he's wishing for the sweet release of death. “Um. Prince Arthur?”

Arthur jumps almost guiltily. He glances round, apparently just remembering their audience. There's an awkward beat of silence.

“Ah, yes,” Arthur says, as though this had been the intention all along. “Cells. I’m coming.”

Merlin looks confused all over again. “...Why are you in the cells?”

“For saving your life,” Arthur shrugs off as the guards surround him, still appearing marginally terrified that Arthur might kill them if they touch him.

“Right,” says Merlin, sounding more confused. “Why are you not in the cells right now?”

“Broke out to confirm that I saved your life,” Arthur says. "After my father crushed the miracle flower and I smuggled it in bread, I wasn't sure it would work."

“Right. Hang on. What?”

“Gaius will explain,” Arthur dismisses as they start to escort him away. "If my father should lock me in the dungeons indefinitely, I expect you to wear my favour and remember me fondly."

“I will not," says Merlin, indignant. "I would come and get you out, you prat.”

“That’s preferable,” Arthur admits. 

None of the guards look like they know what to make of any of this. Gaius is sighing the deep sigh of a man who has experienced the trials of a decade in the space of a few minutes. Guinevere is still desperately trying to suppress her mirth behind her hand.

“Arthur,” Merlin calls in different tone, just before Arthur reaches the door.

Ignoring the guards entirely, Arthur stops and turns. His and Merlin's eyes meet again. Guinevere sees worlds in the look they share.

“Thank you,” Merlin says.

Arthur’s expression goes a little slack, almost vulnerable. There’s a warmth there, too, though, a tender sort of sincerity that feels too intimate to witness.

“You too,” Arthur says, gentle in a way Guinevere hasn’t heard from him before. “Get some rest.”

Then he’s gone, strolling off down the stairs whilst the guards scramble in his wake to follow.

Merlin turns back to the two of them. Gaius raises one, highly dubious eyebrow. Guinevere isn’t sure what her face is doing, but Merlin takes one look at her and cracks up, slumping back onto the pallet with his hands over his face.

“Okay. What happened? The last thing I remember is drinking the wine, then the next thing I know…”

“Arthur’s kissing you?” Guinevere finishes dryly, sitting down on the pallet next to his hip.

Merlin makes a small, muffled sound into his hands. Just beneath, Guinevere can see his skin flushing deep red. She grins.

“It wasn’t that dissimilar to how you woke up, come to think of it,” she says thoughtfully. “You collapsed, everyone else started pointing swords at each other and yelling, but Arthur ran to your side, took your face in his hands…”

“Gwen!”

Gaius starts laughing. Merlin tugs the pillow over his face in a weak attempt to smother himself. Guinevere pokes him in the side and steals the pillow away, and then Merlin is laughing too, when barely a minute earlier Guinevere thought she might never hear him laugh again.

The pillow falls to the floor and Guinevere pulls Merlin into a fierce hug. She presses her face into his chest and she breathes him in. Merlin makes a small sound of surprise but his arms come up around her without pause, gathering her closer, turning to press a quick kiss to her forehead. She doesn’t have any words. There are no words for relief like this. She just breathes, listening to his heartbeat.

“It’s alright,” Merlin murmurs. “It’s all alright.”

Gwen’s fingers curl into his shirt, holding on, and she sends a prayer of thanks for the little yellow flower and Arthur’s disdain for the rules. 

“Don’t let it get to that big head of yours, Merlin.

I just… thought you were dead.”

[today307]

Mordred | The Bastard of Camelot, by @llamagirl28

(Two mood boards cuz it's too hard to choose exactly just one, the left represents Mordred's entirety, while the right shows how she's seen by others the whole time: The Sun)

(Created on ElenaA's Windswept Oc Maker

Full Name

Mordred "Mor" Cordelia

A.K.A.

Mordred Le Fay

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred Leudonus

Mordy (by Corey & Gareth)

Sunbeam (by Gareth)

Little Red (by Elewen)

The Undoing of Camelot (by Merlin)

Bastard (by Alina & others)

Born

October 15th

Mordred is the First Heir, the illegitimate child of the King of Camelot and the Duchess of Lothia, the product out of an incestuous union. Bound by a grim prophecy, the child of magics and dragons, places themselves in a precarious position within the Court and beyond, strangling in line of respect and disdain.

She is beautiful, often drawing attention for the eerie fact that she looks almost exactly like her mother in her youth, and, at times, bears an uncanny resemblance to the King. She shares the same amber eyes as her mother, as well as the King – a trait inherited from her grandmother, Igraine, shimmering with flame. Her auburn curls, cascade in wild waves, reminiscent of Morgana’s, unruly yet regal of their own way. Yet, her ivory complexion is one unspoken truth of her other lineage, setting her apart from many.

Standing tall and commanding, she possesses a figure by grace and strengths. Her presence is undeniable, whether adorned in the silks of a court lady, the armor of a knight, or the glided crown of a queen... she is inescapable. Scars and battle-worn marks unravel a tale of a warrior who has fought, lost, and won in measure. What once was soft fire has become a source of flame, woven into steel and spell.

(There's no color exactly like amber, so light brown serves as a substitute for the eye color. Shortly after becoming a knight, Mordred cuts her curls, as finding them too much of a hassle to maintain daily – much to Gawain's horror.)

Corey | Mordred's Companion

(the left represents Corey's entirety, while the right shows how their moods run all along when it comes to Mordred)

(Created on Flight Rising

Full Name

Corey (Inspired by the flower Coreopsis)

Likes

Mordred & Gareth (They're equal precious to them)

Spring vegetables

Summer flowers

Fall leaves

Winter snows

Cookies

Dislikes

Morgana (dislikes her for the way she's traumatizing Mordred again and again)

Lot (bad influence, not safe to Gareth, dangerous to Mordred)

Snacks not sweet and bitter (but wouldn't reject any snack given)

Anyone who's bad to Mordred & Gareth & Gawain & Elaine & ... (the list keeps on going)

Whoever tries to get with Mordred (You're too good for anyone, said Corey) (I agreed, from Gareth)

Corey is Mordred's dragon, whose fiery and commanding presence mirrors their fierce and protective nature, and is impossible to ignore. (And a complete softie to Mordred:)

As a child, Corey has smooth, solid-colored wings, as well as a compact build reflecting their youth. Their eyes, gold and piercing, hint of their fiery spirit. Their frame is small, with soft scales, and intricate spines, giving them a rather endearing yet spirited look, though their snappish edge is evident, particularly toward those who don’t think well of or mean harm to Mordred.

As Corey matures, they're even more striking. Freckles on their wings, flame to their appearance. Their frame grows along with their harden, vibrant scales, along with streaks of light turquoise, a striking contrast to their orange hues. Their horns and frills turn out more pronounced, as along sharp spines, making them imposing. They're undeniable, strength, and loyal. An unwavering protector to Mordred.

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After months of editing, I finally done my Mordred. Thank you for such amazing game, @llamagirl28. Can't wait any sooner for the future chapters ❤️🙌🎊✨🫶🫂💐.

(I swear, the story is getting more and more intense, same as the way dear Mordred’s getting even more fucked up...

(Ask me anything if y'all like to know more of Mordred <3

[legends-of-time]

Amelia’s Story (BBC Merlin Story)

Chapter 66: With All My Heart

Masterlist

Anne's POV

"What should we do about Gwen?" Merlin asks as he and Anne lie awake in their bed one night. 

"I think we need to tell Arthur," Anne says. "He needs to know that something is wrong with Gwen, he deserves to know. She's his wife!" 

"Yes, but how do we tell him his wife tried to kill him?" He looks at her. Anne sighs. "He wouldn't believe us."

"We need to catch her in the act." Anne muses. "We need Arthur to see her meeting with Morgana and Amelia." 

"But she might not anymore." Merlin murmurs. "If she knows that we suspect it's her, which she probably does now, she'll be more inclined to try and not meet with them or communicate in another way." 

"Then we have to catch her making an attempt on Arthur's life again?" Anne frowns. "I don't like that idea." 

"Nor me." Merlin agrees, thinking. "We need catch her in the act that way Arthur can't refute it." 

Anne nods. "Good idea. We'll bide our time. She'll drop her guard and then we can catch her." 

——

After their conversation, Anne and Merlin both keep an extra eye on Gwen, waiting. Eventually, it pays off when Anne spots Gwen readying herself to leave the Castle. Merlin is the one to sort out retrieving Arthur and arrives by the stairs, at which Anne had seen Gwen slip through to get to the tunnels and the Crypt under the Castle, with the disgruntled King who blinks in surprise at seeing her. 

"Anne?" He asks stupidly. 

"Arthur," Anne replies, her tone all blasé. 

"Wha—" 

"We need to hurry up. We're falling behind." Anne says to Merlin, cutting off Arthur. Merlin nods in agreement and begins to move down the stairs. 

"Falling behind?" The King echoes. 

"Yes, falling behind," Merlin says forcefully. He turns to Arthur expectantly. Anne puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot expectantly because they really need to go now. "Come on!" 

They charge down the stairs and Arthur huffs behind them before following for a few moments it's quiet but then Arthur starts talking again. 

"Anne, Merlin, where are we going?" Arthur asks, probably now clocking that their path leads down, towards the crypts and the networks of empty tunnels that lead out of the Castle into the Lower Town. 

"Silence!" Anne snaps. They really can't risk Gwen hearing them and the whole plan falling apart. 

"Merlin, you are forgetting yourself." Arthur retorts. Anne rolls her eyes because, really? 

"Think of it as a hunt," Merlin suggests, a brilliant smile suddenly all over his face. "As you said, it requires stealth, speed and an agile mind." 

"We're not on a hunt now, Merlin." 

"No, we're on a hunt of a different kind." Merlin retorts. "And you're scaring away the prey. Come on or are you too out of shape to keep up with us?" 

Arthur recognises the insult "I'm not fat, Merlin!" 

"Sure, tell that to your belts." Anne quips.

"Anne!" 

They are deep down under the castle. The air is cold and draughty here. Arthur has these corridors patrolled regularly to make sure that nobody got into the Castle that had no business being here. To make sure Morgana and Amelia cannot get in. The sisters are aware of these tunnels too and who knows how many times they've potentially used it. 

It must be one of those patrols that they are closing in on, Anne reckons when she sees the light of torches ahead. But one of the gates to the tunnel that leads to the Lower Town is open. Anne smiles in triumph, knowing it shouldn't be and this means they're heading in the right direction.

Arthur sees this too. His hand lingers near his sword, but he doesn't draw it yet. Voices are drifting down the corridor. 

"It's not where I thought to have found you, Your Highness." Percival.

And the voice that answers him is familiar as well. "One does not always wish to be Your Highness, Percival. I miss the old town with its streets and its people." 

"Merlin!" Arthur hisses. "What are we doing here?" 

"Hush," Anne says, pressing a finger to her lips to make sure Arthur does as he is told. Not that Arthur seems to have any intention of obliging her. 

Instead, he turns on Merlin. "Merlin, your interest in Guinevere is starting to become unhealthy." He growls. "Leave her be." 

Anne winces at that, thinking of how they hadn't been exactly subtle in their keeping an eye on Gwen, particularly Merlin who's around the couple the most. Anne doesn't reply to his words and joins Merlin in using their favourite tactic of pretending to be deaf. 

"I understand," they hear Percival say in the silence that falls between them. 

"I'm not sure Arthur would," Gwen confesses. 

Despite his clear anger about what they are doing here, Arthur frowns, hurt. 

"I won't mention it," Percival replies. 

Anne wonders whether it's a good or a bad thing that they've not told Percival about what's going on with Gwen. The Knight, ever since they last took Camelot back from Morgana and Amelia disappeared, had seemed less inclined to be involved in it all. 

There are footsteps and Arthur, before Anne can stop him, steps away from the wall, donning what Merlin calls his King's face. Anne stays hidden next to Merlin. 

"My lord!" Percival looks startled when he finds his King where he had not suspected. 

"Is all well?" Arthur calmly asks. 

"All is well, My Lord," Percival confirms. 

"Very well, then," Arthur responds. "Be on your way." 

Fortunately, Percival respects Arthur too much to question his judgment. He disappears and does not look back. 

Which is just as well, because the King of Camelot seems to decide this is the right time to tell Anne and Merlin off. "What do you think you are doing?" He asks sharply. 

"I asked you to trust us." Merlin reminds him. 

Apparently, this is too much for Arthur. "Merlin, if Guinevere wants to visit the Lower Town, she is well within her rights..." 

Anne and Merlin share a look at the beginning of his rant and don't move for a few seconds, leaving Arthur under the impression that they're listening to him and then, just as Arthur gets into it, they dive past him into the corridor Percival had just emerged from. Arthur curses behind them. 

Arthur ends up deciding to run after them, bellowing after them to get their sorry arses back here right now. They ignore him and continue running and Arthur continues to yell after them. Hopefully, Gwen is far enough ahead of them that she won't hear Arthur yelling. 

Anne is relieved that as they adventure further into the forest, Gwen is up ahead and unworried as she approaches a clearing and comes to a stop. They come to a standstill behind a tree when Arthur finally catches up with them. He's no longer yelling or angry, likely under the impression that Gwen has gone to the Lower Town just as she said and they're clearly no longer following her and had rather used the tunnel to follow somebody else. 

Even better is that he lowers his voice when he hisses, "What do you think you're doing?" 

Anne hisses another quick command to be silent and Merlin points at a clearing a little way ahead. Arthur does as he was bid, though likely more out of curiosity than out of a genuine desire to honour their wishes, and then he startles as he looks towards the clearing and sees Gwen standing there, alone, waiting and not waiting where she had told Percival. 

It is only a few more moments and then a hooded figure approaches Gwen. Anne hopes it's Morgana but then her heart drops when the figure speaks. 

"You're late." 

Anne sees Arthur freeze as he recognises the voice. Amelia. 

——

Amelia's POV 

"I'm sorry." Gwen apologises. 

Amelia lowers her hood, looking at Gwen inquisitively. "Was there a problem?" 

"Nothing I could not handle," Gwen remarks calmly, which relaxes Amelia. 

She nods. "Good. Did you get what we asked for?" 

Gwen hands her a scroll. "It wasn't easy. It details the route the levy collection will take, the names of the Knights, their arms, and the day they depart." 

"You've done well, Gwen." Amelia compliments. "Morgana will be pleased." 

"How can it further our cause?" 

"Well, the—" She hears something to the left of her. Her head snaps towards it but all she sees are trees and bushes. 

"What is it?" Gwen asks worriedly. 

"Not sure. I thought I heard something. Were you followed?" 

"Not that I am aware of." 

"Hmmm..." 

Amelia frowns as her eyes flicker around them, still trying to find the source but there's nothing. Morgana had trusted her to meet Gwen on her own and she hopes she hasn't messed it up. Amelia would hate for her sister to be disappointed in her. 

——

Anne's POV 

Merlin and Anne are in the Physician's chambers, trying to pour over as many magic books as they can in the short amount of time they have because who knows how long Arthur will be able to keep pretending nothing's wrong before Gwen gets suspicious. It broke Anne's heart to see how Arthur's heart had shattered to see his wife had betrayed him albeit outside of her own control. He had nearly been ready to storm over and attack either Amelia and/or Gwen but Anne and Merlin had been able to stop him. 

"This is starting to feel hopeless," Merlin sighs, rubbing his eyes. 

They've been at this for weeks now before they'd told Arthur the truth and it's been a struggle as the enchantment Gwen is under is unlike any they've seen before. 

"We have to keep trying." Anne insists even though the words in front of her are beginning to blur. 

"Why did we promise to help Gwen?" Merlin sighs. "I have no idea what to do. Is there really no remedy?" The last question is aimed at Gaius who's been quietly pondering. 

"If Gwen has suffered what I suspect then no, I fear not." The Physician replies. That gets their attention. 

"You know what happened to her?" Anne asks eagerly. 

"When I was young, I heard about an ancient ritual of the Old Religion called the Teine Diaga." 

"Teine Diaga?" Merlin echoes. 

"The sacred fire," Gaius explains. "The ritual used the mandrake root to bring unimaginable terror to the victim. Their screams could be heard twenty leagues away. When it was finally over, their will was no longer their own. They were slaves of the High Priestesses for eternity." 

How could Amelia do this to Gwen? 

"Who performed this ritual? Where?" Merlin questions intently. 

"I've told you all I know. Such mysteries were revealed only to a handful of female initiates. As a boy, I was privy only to rumours." Gaius replies regretfully. 

"There must be someone who can help." Anne groans. 

"I can only think of three people who truly know the Old Ways. Two are Morgana Pendragon and Amelia Hallewell. The other is the Dochraid." Gaius tells them. "But be warned, Merlin. The Dochraid cannot be trusted. She must never know your true identity." 

Anne and Merlin share a look. Seems Dragoon the Great is going out for another spin. 

——

Merlin returns from visiting the Dochraid with good news and bad news. 

Good news, they now know where to go to save Gwen. The Cauldron of Arianrhod is where they need to take her before summoning the White Goddess herself. Bad news, they need Gwen to be conscious when she enters, which needs to be willing choice, otherwise they could lose her. So that means getting Arthur involved and they're under more pressure than ever given that Gwen's nothing but an empty vessel and once her purpose is served, she will die. 

Anne, Merlin, Arthur and Gaius gather in a private corner in the corridor near the Armoury. 

"This tincture of Belladonna, what are its effects?" Arthur asks. 

The Belladonna is one phase of their plan to save Gwen as it'll hopefully keep her unconscious until the time is right. 

"The patient is rendered into a deep sleep," Gaius answers. 

This alarms Arthur. "Patient?!" 

"It is generally used for the badly wounded." 

"How long does it last?" 

"A few hours. It has to be administered several times a day to provide a continuous sleep." Gaius answers. 

"But for no more than three days." Merlin supplies. 

"It is true, Sire." Gaius agrees. "The tincture should not be taken for an extended period." 

"Or?" 

Gaius hesitates so Anne answers as delicately as she can, "The body will not tolerate it." 

"Thank you, Anne," Arthur murmurs. 

"Three days is time enough to ride to the Cauldron of Arianrhod," Gaius adds. 

"You've done the journey yourself, have you?" Arthur asks. 

"I cannot claim to—" 

"Any mishap, any unexpected circumstance will—" 

"There is no reason to suspect that all will not go well," Gaius argues. 

"Arthur," Anne prompts gently, "you must remember, if we do nothing, Gwen is already taken from you." 

Arthur sighs, turning to his servant, "Merlin?" Arthur and Merlin exchange a glance and Merlin gives a slight encouraging nod. "Summoning this Goddess, will it require magic?" 

"Yes," Anne answers and she can see how reluctant Arthur is. "Arthur, I know sorcery failed you before but this sorcery can only be fought by more sorcery." 

"I'll be breaking my own decrees." Arthur counters. 

"To save your Queen, to save your wife." Gaius insists. 

"Very well. It's decided. There'll be a Sorcerer." Arthur accepts. "Can he be trusted?" 

Gaius glances towards Merlin before answering, "Upon my life." 

"You assured me so once before, Gaius, but my father couldn't be saved by the hands of such a man." 

"This Sorcerer will be entirely different," Gaius argues. 

"How can you be sure?" Arthur asks doubtfully. 

"Because, Sire, this time I have chosen... a woman." 

Wait what? 

——

Arthur, Gaius, Anne and Gwen are eating in the Royal Chambers ready to enact the first phase of their plan. Merlin is at the sideboard, pouring the Belladonna into a pitcher that he'll serve Gwen having served everyone else as he happened to, after serving Arthur, Gaius and Anne, 'ran out' of wine and needed to refill, i.e. drug Gwen. 

He moves back to the table where the others are discussing the documents and attempts to pour the wine. "Wine, my Lady?" 

"Not tonight thanks, Merlin." Gwen quickly answers. 

Merlin looks at Anne, Arthur and Gaius for help and thankfully Arthur is quick to come up with a solution, which is raising his glass. 

"A toast." He announces. 

Anne and Gaius also raise there's as well as Gwen but she looks at her husband, baffled. "My Lord?" 

"A toast to..." But that seems to be how far Arthur's initial plan went and he hesitates. "A toast to the Queen." He finishes. 

Anne and Gaius flash false smiles in Gwen's direction though the hollow Queen is still confused but thankfully not suspicious. 

"Me? What have I done?" She asks, smiling but Anne can see the lack of warmth in it. 

"Just being yourself, Your Highness," Gaius adds. 

"You're very kind, Gaius, but shouldn't it rather be to Camelot?" Gwen argues as Merlin finally pours her some wine. There's a flutter of fake chuckles at her words. 

"Modest as always, Gwen." Anne couldn't help but quip snidely. 

They all raise their goblets, chiming to "To Camelot" before they all take a sip. As soon as Gwen does so, they start to stare at Gwen, waiting for the Belladonna to take effect. For a moment, Gwen seems unaffected, which is concerning and Anne begins to worry. 

Gwen looks at Arthur. "You haven't eaten, My Lord." 

"No, I hav—" 

Arthur is cut off when Gwen suddenly slumps forward and would've whacked her head on the table if it wasn't for Merlin's quick acting of pushing a plate of soft bread under her head. 

With Gwen now fully unconscious, they all spring into action. Anne and Merlin dart into the Antechamber to grab the wheelbarrow and cloth. They hurriedly bring them out and Arthur looks at the small wheelbarrow in disbelief. 

"She's still a Queen!" He complains. 

Anne rolls her eyes. "Oh, she'll be fine! She's unconscious." 

"It was the best I could do," Merlin adds. 

"We have to hurry, Sire." Gaits warns. 

Arthur and Merlin transfer Gwen from her chair onto the wheelbarrow. Once she's on, Anne drapes the cloth over her body to conceal her. 

"There. No one will know." Merlin huffs. 

Anne scrunches up her face, not sure but she knows it'll have to do. 

"Gaius, you're sure this is going to work?" Arthur questions as he opens the door for them. 

"You'll be amazed at how much licence old age lends you, Sire," Gaius remarks as he leaves, turning to Anne and Merlin to urge them along as he does so. 

Merlin steers Gwen out of the room with Anne hovering worriedly behind him. 

"Merlin, if you drop her..." Arthur begins to warn. 

"I know. I lose my head." Merlin quips as they leave, heading to the Darkling Woods. 

Once they meet in the Darkling Woods, Anne, Merlin and Arthur are off to the Cauldron of Arianrhod with an unconscious Gwen. Gaius is staying to keep an eye on things while both the King and Queen are away. 

——

Amelia's POV 

Mordred, Merlin, Anne and Arthur, who are carrying Gwen, walk through the mountain pass, heading towards the Cauldron. Banners flutter either side to lead the way. 

Amelia's jaw clenches angrily when as she watches the scene below. Anne and Merlin of all people should know how much of a disrespect this is to bring Arthur of all people to such a sacred place or maybe they really have strayed too far from the Old Religion. 

But then Amelia lets out an amused snigger and smirk as she thinks how this group had really thought that they could slip under her and Morgana's noses and undermine them. What the little group down below hadn't counted on was the Dochraid sending them a warning to what's going on. Did they really think that they were that clever? 

Morgana had sent Amelia to deal with it, warning her that she shouldn't dare to let her down as she'd done before. Amelia winces as she shifts, memories flashing through her mind. 

She's broken from her thoughts by Aithusa bumping her head into Amelia's elbow, cooing softly to indicate her curiosity. Amelia smiles softly at the young Dragon stroking her head causing her companion to purr softly. 

"You know what to do Aithusa," Amelia instructs. 

Aithusa nods and takes flight. She lets out a screech as she swoops down towards the group walking below and blows fire towards them. Arthur swings Gwen from harm's way and leads the others out of sight between some boulders though Amelia can see Merlin lingering for a moment, looking out towards the upper rocks before joining them. 

Aithusa swoops around and dives again. Amelia finds it difficult to see what's occurring but when Aithusa swoops around for a third time, Merlin appears and she hears a familiar chanting. 

"Nun de ge dei s'eikein kai emois epe'essin hepesthai!" 

Aithusa freezes, daring not to do another attack and flies away. Amelia growls in annoyance and anger. How dare Merlin think to control and oppress poor Aithusa like that! 

She storms down to the path below, ready to confront Merlin. Once she's down, she has a better view and sees just Mordred and Merlin trying to flee. 

Amelia smirks. Oh, I don't think so... 

She lifts up a hand and flings them through the air. It doesn't keep Merlin down for long and he's up again, running away. Amelia's ready to follow but then she makes the mistake of looking down and sees Mordred's unconscious body. Her heart breaks and she worries she's hurt him badly. 

Amelia cautiously approaches him, crouching down to see if he's okay. She slowly strokes her fingers across his face. Thankfully it only takes a moment before he opens his eyes. 

His eyes immediately land on Amelia and narrows his eyes suspiciously. "Why don't you kill me?" 

"My argument's not with you, Mordred. How could it be? We're one of a kind." Amelia reassures him softly. 

Mordred pulls himself to his feet and backs away from her. "Never." His tone's hard and wary. 

Amelia feels her eyes well up with hurt but swallows it down. "You wear the uniform well but we both know what lies beneath." She laughs wetly, almost deliriously. "Do you think Arthur would tolerate you for one minute if he knew the truth? One of his Knights, a Sorcerer." 

"One day he will know. One day we will be accepted." Mordred retorts. 

Amelia rolls her eyes at him. "Your naïveté would be charming if it wasn't so dangerous." 

Mordred almost smirks. "I thought you believed in the world Merlin and Anne are trying to create with Arthur." 

"I grew up, Mordred, and so should you," Amelia warns hotly. "Don't be the naïve, stupid little child I was." 

"If that's the case, then why have you not told Morgana who Merlin and Anne really are?" Mordred remarks. 

Amelia blinks dumbly, her brain short-circuits. 

She– she can't— 

"Amelia, please let me help you. Please tell me what happened." Mordred pleads. 

Amelia wobbles for a moment but then Morgana's face and words flash in her mind, reminding her that she shouldn't be so weak. She draws herself up and shakes her head at Mordred. "I'm not going to let you stop me, Mordred." Amelia raises her hand, ready to knock him out. 

"You would strike one of your own?" Mordred questions. 

His words hit her causing her to freeze. 

"I am not strong enough to defeat you, Amelia, but know this. Such hatred as yours can never triumph. I hope one day you will find the love and compassion which used to fill your heart." Mordred declares. 

Amelia feels the tears now spilling onto her cheeks, she drops her hand. Hatred? No, that can't be right. Morgana's not, she can't be— 

She's so absorbed in her thoughts that she doesn't notice Mordred raising his hand till it's too late and Amelia is thrown backwards, hitting the ground just as everything goes black. 

——

Anne's POV 

Anne and Arthur wait worriedly by the Cauldron. Partly because they don't know what's happened to Mordred. Merlin had turned up on his own and persuaded a reluctant Arthur that they needed to do this while they had the chance. Anne feels uncomfortable with once again just abandoning Mordred. 

And they're also partly worried because Gwen could wake at any moment and they can't risk dousing her any more than they have. 

They startle at the sound of someone running towards them. Anne and Arthur look up to see Mordred running towards them. 

"Mordred!" Anne cries in startled surprise. 

Arthur laughs happily, running to meet him. "I thought we'd lost you." Arthur and Mordred clasp arms. 

"So did I," Mordred responds. 

"How did you escape?" 

"Even she is no match for a Knight of the Round Table." 

Anne narrows her eyes at Mordred. "She?" 

"Amelia." 

Anne freezes and her head snaps to the hill that sits above them as if expecting Amelia to appear. 

"Seriously, Mordred." Arthur persists. 

"Arthur." Anne cuts in, seeing Mordred clearly can't give an Arthur-appropriate answer. "He's well, that's what matters." Arthur reluctantly agrees and turns away and Anne rounds on Mordred. "What happened?" 

"I knocked her unconscious. With magic. We should have enough time to do this before she wakes." Mordred explains. 

Anne opens her mouth to speak but then she hears footsteps and sees, well, she sees her husband but this time, he's an old woman. Anne gawps at him while Arthur and Mordred stare, taking in the new arrival. 

"Now it makes sense. Merlin said she had trouble getting clothes." Arthur murmurs, referring to Merlin's earlier excuse when Arthur caught sight of Merlin's dress for the disguise. 

"Who are you? What business have you in this sacred place?" Merlin asks in a higher pitch. Christ. 

"Are you the Dolma, ancient sorceress of the Cauldron of Arianrhod?" Arthur asks. 

Merlin extends his hands and inclines his head. "Who else would I be?" 

Anne hears Mordred and Arthur begin to mutter amongst themselves but Anne honestly can't concentrate and instead is trying not to stare at Merlin too much or she might lose it and give the whole game away. 

It is only when Arthur begins to unsheathe his sword does she clues back into the conversation. "What have you done with my servant?" 

"Arthur, is that really necessary?" Anne cuts in hurriedly. She can't have Arthur unintentionally murdering her husband. 

"Are you not worried?" Arthur questions. 

"I am but I'm sure he's fine." She insists. 

"How can you be sure?" He asks doubtfully. 

"I guarantee the boy is well and will be returned to you once when we have concluded our business." Merlin interrupts. 

Arthur re-sheathes his sword. "You know why we're here." 

"Nothing is hidden from... the Dolma. Now hurry, before your Queen awakes. Set her by the pool." Merlin indicates elaborately towards the Cauldron.

Arthur looks at Anne curiously at her snort but does as he's told. Gwen is placed at the edge of the Cauldron. Merlin examines her before explaining to Arthur what needs to be done. Arthur listens seriously, determined to save his wife. 

Merlin kneels next to Gwen, holding a hand over her. "Gielde ic thec thissa meowlessawole, gyden aeblaece." 

Anne watches as her husband's eyes flash gold before he stands and backs away with Arthur's help. Arthur kneels in Merlin's place as Gwen begins to stir. 

Gwen then jolts awake and looks around, startled. "Where am I? What have you done to me?!" She looks at them, horrified. Anne sees her takes in disguised Merlin, Mordred and Anne herself. 

"You've been asleep for a long time." Arthur tries to reach out to her. 

"Get away from me!" Gwen scrambles to her feet, trying to run away. 

Arthur caught her wrist and turned her to him, taking her other hand, holding her gently by both arms despite her struggles. Arthur tries to reason with her but she still struggles to free herself from Arthur's grasp but he will not release her. Arthur begins to drag Gwen towards the Cauldron as she struggles. 

"No! It must be of her own will!" Merlin reminds him. 

Arthur pulls Gwen closer to him, they are face to face. Anne gnaws her lip anxiously as she watches. 

"Do you remember when I asked you to marry me? Do you remember what you said? You said, "With all my heart." That's what you said, Guinevere. That was no subterfuge. No trickery." 

And that was all he needed, to see her trying to break through. Gwen stops struggling and stares at Arthur. 

"With all my heart." Arthur walks backwards, towards the lake. "With all my heart." 

Gwen's breath hitches. "With all my heart..." she murmurs softly. 

Anne smiles as she watches Gwen walk towards the lake and take Arthur's hand. He gently leads her into the waters, till the water is up to her waist. Arthur kisses her hand and steps back out of the lake. 

"Yfel gaest, ga thu fram thisselichaman!" Merlin calls, his hands held out at the water. "Bith hire mod eft freo. Ar ond heofonutungol sceal thurhswithan!" His eyes flash gold and Gwen is surrounded in a pure white light that nearly blinds them all, before it slowly fades. 

Once it has dissipated, Gwen turns to smile at Arthur, extending his hand to him. Arthur wades towards her and embraces her. Anne shares a smile with Merlin as they both exhale in relief. They have Gwen back. 

——

Amelia's POV 

Amelia groans as she sits up, holding her head. She looks around her confused as she stares at the rock terrain around her. 

Wha— 

She rubs her aching head, trying to recall what happened. Then it hits her. She sits up suddenly, which does nothing for her head. 

Amelia groans before she lets out a quiet sob before it turns into another and another before they then just become louder and louder as they rack through her body. 

Oh God, what has she done? 

She let them get away. She was weak. She was weak and stupid and now they've turned Gwen back onto their side. Morgana won't forgive her for this.

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[thesweetestsupervillains]

"Ah. Hm." Yet another way that they were opposites. Gina found all those concepts and philosophies and fundamentals boring; the sorts of things she had no time for and no interest in. But clearly, Iyana was of a different mindset... So Gina would attempt to explain things as best she could.

"Okay, let's... Hm." She led Iyana through a door, which opened up into what looked like a sort of lecture hall like space. One that had clearly not been used. But it was clean, but too clean, like it was just made and no one had ever set foot in there. Gina picked up a marker, before drawing nine circles on a whiteboard with one more in the center.

"So basically... a long time ago all various magical people came up with this idea that there were nine different basic parts to reality, and that you couldn't break them down any further. The atoms of the cosmos, basically. But no one really agreed on what the thing that connects them is; everyone agrees that there is some center part, but no one agrees on its definition. Back then, there weren't technomancers and mages, just people doing shit; Euclid and Pythagoras were no different than Merlin."

"Our answer, or the one that we mostly agree on in my tradition, is that the center is actually the tenth sphere, that of Ether. Basically, because matter cannot be created or destroyed, all things must exist, and if they do not exist in reality they exist in the state of potential. All things, after all, have kinetic and potential energy after all. So thus everything that is not currently in existence must exist in that potential state, waiting to become reality, and that's the nature of Ether."

"If you really want to get into history and philosophy with this shit, most of the people who work in my circles trace the lineage of our thinking back to a book called the Kitab al-Alacir, or the Book of Ether. Basically, it's a book that was supposedly written by a dude named Aretus, though whether he's real or meant to be an allegory is unknown."

"To sum up the book, Aretus has a debate with the king of Troy where he tries to explain the concept of the universe. At the center of his idea is that the walls of Troy are like the boundaries of reality itself; they're basically the boundary of our perceptions. We, like the Trojans, can't see outside the walls, but that doesn't mean that there aren't things outside the walls, you know? Aretus then warns the king of Trojan Horses, or lies that we allow into the walls because they fit within our preconceived notions of reality. These Trojan horses are let in but we don't look at them, because they seem to fit, which means that we allow danger in that can destroy us without realizing it. Aretus then tells the king to send out scouts and look at things outside the walls; some people then took this to mean that they should explore reality."

"Personally, I don't give a shit if it's real or allegory; it might be useful in either regard but in truth it mostly exists as a way to make people think rather than a way to explain anything. I find the debates between the traditions to be more useful, but I'm already throwing a lot at you."

"...That is fair enough. And I would appreciate learning about the methodology of magic, in fact - because I am not upset at my current understanding of the world being wrong, as much as the fact that I have nothing to work off for half of the things I am seeing.

Like your infinitly recursive space, for example." She would gesture to the scene above her, though refuses to look at it directly. "Mathimatics does have the concept of fractilization, but my brain is whirring around nothing trying to understand how something like that would work in three dimensional space, let alone how you would go about making it.

And my brain does enjoy having nothing to go off of."

[curse-04]

Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 4: In the Holyhead Harpies Locker Room.

Warning: NSFW content in the first two paragraphs.

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His mouth roved all over her body, kissing, sucking, and occasionally biting any bit of skin he could find. It was brilliant, being like this with Ginny, both of them almost completely naked. It had been three years since the war, and it had taken him and Ginny two months after the war to get back together. The best part was that no one had clocked on to it.

He could see what people meant, there was a certain appeal to sneaking around behind people's backs, he thought as he circled his tongue over one of her nipples, eliciting a moan from her that told him just how much she enjoyed him doing that. "Harry," she breathed. 

The door opened, of course, and they were interrupted. Harry quickly pulled back, throwing the Invisibility Cloak over himself as Ginny frantically got dressed.

"Are you dressed?" They heard Molly Weasley's voice. She was the only one other than Harry who was allowed in the locker room after a match.

"Yes," Ginny replied. Three years of sneaking around- especially behind Ron's back- had given Harry and Ginny the ability to dress up very quickly. Their hair still remained a mess though.

"That was an excellent match, dear," Molly said, coming around the corner and grabbing Ginny in a bear hug. 

"Thanks, mum," Ginny said, smiling. "Say, do you think I can get those apple pies of yours? I did score 8 goals, after all. A woman gets hungry." 

"Of course, love," Molly replied. "Everyone else is waiting outside. They're all so proud of you."

Ginny grinned. "What's not to be proud of?" 

Molly chuckled. "Absolutely nothing," she said fondly, before her mood dropped a little. "Harry had to go for an errand," she continued. "He'll come around one day, Ginny. I'm sure of it." 

Harry almost choked on his laugh right then and there, and he could see Ginny biting her cheeks to stop her from smiling too much. "I already told you, mum. I've moved on to… better things," she said, glanicng over at where Harry was standing, causing him to feel a warm glow in his chest.

Ginny and Molly talked for another few minutes before Molly left, extracting from Ginny a promise to visit more. "I can't even be mad at her," Ginny said. 

"Yeah," Harry said. "I know the feeling."

"Oh?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "Just a few minutes ago, I told you I had a gift and you just jumped me. How could I be mad at that?" He asked.

Ginny blinked. "Wait, you have an actual gift?" She asked.

"Well, there's no need to be so surprised," Harry said. "Do I not get you enough gifts?"

"You do," she said, placing her hands on his arms. "I just wasn't expecting one now." 

"Well, you might like this one the best," Harry said, drawing out a Snitch from his pocket.

"A Snitch?" Ginny asked. 

Harry held the ball out to her, and just before it could fly away, Ginny's fingers wrapped around it. "What-?" Her question was cut off when the sound of cracking was heard from the Snitch.

Ginny's eyes went wide as she saw the Snitch break into two halves and fall away, dropping a ring in her open palm. "Please tell me this isn't a dream or a joke," Ginny said. "If this is a joke, I swear to Merlin, Harry, I will fucking kill you-"

He shook his head with a smile, cutting her off. "Ginerva Weasley," he said, taking her arms in his hands. "I could give you a million reasons I'd like to marry you, and it still wouldn't be enough. But since I have very much forgotten my prepared speech, I'm going to wing it if that's alright with you." 

She laughed and nodded excitedly with a huge smile on her face, so he continued. "You've seen me at my worst, and you didn't shun me away, you've seen my scars, and you love me despite them, and I know that even if I tried, I couldn't find a better person to spend the rest of my life with because you're the strongest person I know, you're my best friend. It's you Gin… it's always been you. So, would you like to make it official and marry me in front of our friends and family?"

"Yes," she whispered, wiping a tear from her eye, and claiming his lips in a very heated, very passionate kiss that left him no doubt of what her answer would be. "Yes, Harry, I'll marry you," she said through a watery laugh. 

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the ring on her finger. It was a silver colored ring, and it had a diamond resting elegantly on top.

"Were you worried I'd say no?" Ginny asked, hearing his sigh.

"Of course," Harry said. "You could destroy my dreams with just a single word you know that, right?" 

"Your dreams?" She asked, curious tone to her voice. "What do you dream about, Mr. Potter?" 

"The usual," Harry said. "A big house, somewhere between 3 to 10 kids, and you and I still shagging like rabbits after many, many years." 

She smiled. "That sounds nice," she said. "And I think I can help you with the last one." 

"You're so good at it, too," he murmured, casting a quick, silent Muffliato as she slipped his pants down and kissed him on the lips. 

[dreamcrow]

an au where killhead goes even more wrong? 👀 (also sorry if i already sent one, i can't for the life of me remember😭)

(give me an au + i'll give you 5 headcanons)

oh OW. no, you know what? i'm gonna do this one too. >:)

killahead was never supposed to get as far as it did. (again, not what makes this an au.) but let's say—the order can feel something is…worse. more fighters on each side? merlinian mechanations? i've always liked the thought that skrael had a bad feeling about this that he/the other two simply ignored, so: he doesn't do that, this time. they stay close.

this means the order is a much more cohesive force moving through the battle. three of the most powerful magic-users in the world, united in a single purpose? fuck outta here. of course this means everyone at killahead now unambiguously knows the order exist, which. perhaps draws them a bit out of their seclusion from the world? maybe not to be household names, but not…fairytales. hm.

bellroc still gets blinded, bc even in an au they are impulsive and headstrong and rush off without thinking. but because the order are sticking together: vendetta doesn't wait. skrael kills deya, without hesitation, mainly because nari happened to be a few feet further away.

a good chunk of gumm gumms still get sucked into the darklands. a good chunk of the "good guys" do, too. the dwozans' retreat is disorganized. without deya's leadership, under vendel, the "good" trolls turn inward, even more isolationist; they never cross the atlantic. later: nobody believes the amulet has chosen a human. even blinky thinks it must be lost. (meaning…is strickler the one who introduces jim to trollhunting, here…?! 👀)

with no major troll presence in arcadia, douxie appears much earlier and much more explicitly as A Magic User. probably still an important ally for jim, and sympathetic, sure. but not one i think jim would accept easily, especially if strickler is his main trollhunter point of contact! seeing their disagreements would really complicate jim's willingness to "trust in merlin tm." meaning this au goes really off the rails somewhere right around season three. but that, plus everything that would happen after (e.g. in this au's version of wizards), is a whole nother post. 😂

…unless "even more wrong" means "bellroc dies," though, in which case, uh. the au is just. crops that never grow again, and a winter that never ends, lol.

[tiodolma]

What was your opinion on Morgana’s thought process during 2x12? I think she chose not to confess to Arthur & Merlin about her meeting with Morgause because she believed it wouldn’t have changed anything - she didn’t have any knowledge of Merlin’s magic then, how could a servant & a mortal prince defeat a group of immortal knights? Plus she would’ve had to admit that she met with Morgause to eradicate Uther, which would’ve angered Arthur in an already stressful situation.

This is Fires of Idirsholas, right? First I'm gonna put here the parts where Morgana is okay?

MORGANA I wear it all the time. I can't remember when I last had a bad dream.

MORGAUSE But you do not seem happy. Why is that?

MORGANA I would be if I didn't have to pretend.

MORGAUSE Pretend?

MORGANA That I'm Uther's loving ward when I hate him.

MORGAUSE Have you ever imagined a new world, Morgana? One where Uther was no more?

MORGANA Sometimes.

MORGAUSE And is that what you'd like?

MORGANA I once had the chance to be his assassin.

MORGAUSE And what stopped you?

MORGANA I don't know. I believe he cared for me. But not anymore. He cares for no one.

MORGAUSE So, you want Uther destroyed and his reign to end?

MORGANA More than anything. But it doesn't matter what I want. The future's not of my making.

MORGAUSE You are wrong, Morgana. You underestimate your importance. The decisions you make now will change the shape of everything that is to come.

MORGANA What do you mean?

MORGAUSE Whose side are you on, Morgana? Are you with Uther? Or are you with me? Are you prepared to help me bring about his downfall?

MORGANA I am.

MORGAUSE I can't tell me how much it means to hear you say that.

[Morgause's eyes glow and Morgana passes out in Morgause's arms. Morgause lays her on the ground and begins to draw a circle around Morgana with a stick.]

MORGAUSE Acene slæp swilce ... Acene slæp swilce ... Acene slæp swilce ...

[Morgana begins to glow.]

.....

MERLIN Don't worry, I won't say anything.

MORGANA About what?

MERLIN The illness.

MORGANA That has nothing to do with me.

MERLIN No, of course not, but you have magic.

MORGANA You haven't told anyone that!

MERLIN No, and I won't tell Arthur, but...there must be something keeping you safe, and I think that must be it.

MORGANA Right.

ARTHUR Who could have done this? You're the only one who's not been affected, Morgana. There must be a reason.

[MORGANA LOOKS AT MERLIN FOR HELP]

MORGANA I don't know.

ARTHUR That's all you keep saying! You must know something!

MORGANA No, they just fell asleep one by one!

MERLIN It's obvious. When she started feeling sick, Gaius gave her a potion, right?

[MORGANA LOOKS CONFUSED]

ARTHUR When was she sick? She never said that.

MERLIN She was one of the last to be affected. Somehow the potion must have helped.

ARTHUR What about everyone else? [MERLIN STRUGGLES TO ANSWER AS MORGANA LOOKS ON IN DESPERATION AND ARTHUR WAITS FOR A RESPONSE]

MERLIN By then Gaius was too ill. He didn't have a chance to treat anyone else.

......

[INT. KING’S PALACE, ARTHUR’S CHAMBERS – DAY] [Merlin enters.]

MORGANA I was worried about you.

MERLIN They're here! They're in the castle!

MORGANA Where's Arthur?

MERLIN Gone to find somewhere safe to move to.

MORGANA Thank you for not saying anything to him.

MERLIN It's all right.

MORGANA You're a good friend.

.........

ARTHUR We have to move my father before Morgause gets here.

MORGANA Morgause!

ARTHUR Come on! Let's go!

MERLIN You're not surprised?

MORGANA No, I am.

..........

MERLIN It doesn't matter. We can't get it now anyway, we're trapped.

ARTHUR There has to be something we can do!

MERLIN (whisper) Why didn't that knight kill you?

MORGANA How do I know? Because I'm a woman?

MERLIN Yeah, maybe.

............... [Arthur draws his sword and jumps out into the corridor. Merlin re-bars the door.]

MORGANA He's not going to survive out there.

MERLIN I know.

MORGANA We've got to do something.

MERLIN I know.

What was your opinion on Morgana’s thought process during 2x12

"why didn't she just tell merlin and arthur that she met with morgause"

"Plus she would’ve had to admit that she met with Morgause to eradicate Uther, which would’ve angered Arthur in an already stressful situation."

this is why this episode is so hard to analyse from a Morgana POV. There's a lot of evidence (based on body language/acting/circumstance) which suggest that

she had no idea at first

she had growing suspicion that she was the source

morgause had something to do with it

she didnt mind that morgause was coming anyway

she understood that whatever was happening was going to be uther's downfall

"why didn't she just tell merlin and arthur that she met with morgause / "Plus she would’ve had to admit that she met with Morgause to eradicate Uther, which would’ve angered Arthur in an already stressful situation."

I agree.

THEN WHY DID SHE DO WHAT SHE DID?

For me I think she was desperate enough to see what would happens. Beyond her fear of the knights and her fear of seeing everybody falling around her, she had trust that Merlin and Morgause would find a way to fix things.

She may have believed, that as long as Morgause, Merlin and Arthur were with her even as Uther and Camelot falls to sickness and ruin for the sake of the "new world" that Morgause promised, everything would be alright

So she's gonna withhold information on morgause and she would always ask about merlin's health and safety.

It was just a powerful sleeping sickness (i apologize to everyone who kept explaining this to me before). Maybe Morgana just wanted to see what was going to happen.

Was it selfish? self-absorbed? yes. Done out of revenge? also yes. Done out of love for sister, self and friend? also yes.

Evil? depends on who you ask.

All in all these are merely speculation. We do not have true Morgana POV. I cannot judge her fairly if I'm just going by headcanon and guesses. We have no real idea what was going on in her mind. I may be wrong about this too. but we are already 11 years too late lol. There is no correct answer to this.

[kawaiisimp]

Oooo! I thought so much about this! This is gonna long strap in! This is my Merlin, Baby!

She seems extremely lady and soft-spoken in appearance, but she's pretty ill mannered. She's still friendly, just quite uncouth at times.

She cusses a lot.

If someone insults her, she swings in with the heat. They're often unique insult that sometimes don't pack a punch until a little while later.

She loves playing small pranks and messing with people. Her favorite prank to pull (once everyone learned she was Merlin) is to harshly correct people to call her Merlin. She doesn't care about the title at all and doesn't really care what she's called. She will laugh seconds after the correction and tell people not to worry about it. She just loves the look of shock on people's faces.

She loves to tell facts and "facts." She'll tell real facts 50% of the time, and then the other 50% is false stuff that sounds real. If she's lying, she will eventually tell people she is. She doesn't wait for more than an hour to tell people she made it up.

She loves to read. If she has a minute to rest, you'll find her reading. You give her anything, and she'll read too. Doesn't matter the genre or length.

She hates doing her hair, be it brushing or styling it. She doesn't mind the knots and messiness, but hammie does, so Hammie does it for her every morning.

She does prioritize keeping her body clean. She bathes often and never rewears clothes that are dirty.

She loves orange juice and cheesecake. She also loves most fruit. You put it in front of her it will be gone before you can blink. These are her favorite snacks/breakfast.

Her favorite meal is steak, a loaded baked potato, and carrots.

She's pretty laid back and flippant about most things, which stresses dolly and her familiars out sometimes.

She is extremely caring and loves using her magic to make people laugh and/or smile.

Her favorite season is fall

She is extremely forgetful. She often has moments of shock where she'll randomly remember something she was supposed to do and run off to go do it, even if it was in the middle of a conversation.

She's super clumsy and is often covered in scrapes, cuts, bruises, etc. She also had to learn to sew because she often tears her clothes from her clumsiness.

She carries around a small notebook to write and draw stuff in. She uses it like a journal because of her bad memory.

She also carries around a messenger bag filled with all sorts of stuff. Nobody fully knows exactly what's inside it, but many think the answer is everything and anything and is a magic portal. It isn't. It's just a bag with loads of pockets and space, and she's good at packing.

She likes making bracelets. She gives one to everyone during her journeys if she spent ample amount of time with them.

She enjoys singing but only in private or around those she's extremely close to. One of the few ways to make her shy or embarrassed is to catch her singing if she's not too close with the catcher. She has a lovely voice but thinks she sounds bad for some reason. She mostly does this while doing chores or work.

She can't whistle.

She's known for shoving flowers into people's hands with a "hold this!" After they take it, she always says,"It's yours now, enjoy!" And walks aways. She only does this stunt with flowers.

She has freckles on her face and all over her shoulders.

Anytime she does something cool, she generally ruins it by saying something completely dorky and/or stupid.

She's really good at darts. She has no aim with any other manually thrown projectiles, but with darts, she'll clear out everyone's pockets at any tavern if there's bets.

She's extremely physical and could even be considered clingy. She's known for hanging off of those around her, patting backs, playing with hair, kissing cheeks as thank yous, holding hands, etc. The wild part is that she doesn't realize that most people don't do that. These affections have often been mistaken as flirting.

Her touchy and clinginess traits are amplified tenfold when she's sleepy. People have to pry her off of them if she's got them her grip when sleepy or asleep.

She can not do math. Do not ask her anything more complex than a basic pemdas equation, and even those are a struggle for her.

She has nicknames for all her friends. She also uses pet names interchangeably for them.

There's not much she takes seriously. She's also hard to anger. But if anyone makes her get serious or angry, they really really really regret pushing her that far.

She is extremely knowledgeable on the language of flowers. Like their meanings. She also can tell you about any of the constellations. Their stories and where they are in the sky. She also knows a lot about bugs.

She absolutely hates feeling useless. She might not show it, but it eats at her when she can't be of help in a situation.

She walks extremely softly and quietly and often frightens people because they don't realize she's there until she speaks or makes noise. It's not on purpose either.

She has two tattoos. One is a small moth on her left ankle. The other is a spider lily behind her right ear.

Reblog this with your Merlin! Give me headcannons and a picture!!

Here’s mine!

His nickname is Mika when he doesn’t want everyone to call him Merlin.

Headcannons

-he is NOT a morning person it takes a blowhorn to wake him up.

-he doesn’t like dressing up. He doesn’t understand why he can’t just dress comfy all the time.

-his guilty pleasure is hot chocolate. Every time he comes back from a rough adventure he always makes himself some.

-he takes pride in his hair, every morning when getting ready he spends the most time on it.

-feels really guilty about his bad memory and forgetting all about his past. Especially when he can’t remember somebody

-constantly is forgetting to do things

[honeyxmonkey]

Hisirdoux sat next to Merlin, drawing his knees up to his chest. He didn't say anything. Not yet. He just sat there in silence, listening to the wind blowing above the treetops and the birds whistling in their nests.

Merlin was quiet too, but it was a different kind of quiet. It was sad. Wistful. He gazed absently at the horizon, twisting a silver bracelet in his hands.

The bracelet was old, but well kept. Shining in the light of the setting sun.

Hisirdoux glanced at his master, waiting for him to say something. He'd just found Merlin like this and it was odd. It made Hisirdoux want to know what was wrong so he could fix it.

"Did you know," When Merlin spoke his voice was soft and sad. "That I have had many apprentices. So many that I've lost count."

Hisirdoux blinked. "Well... I suppose it would make sense. You're far older than you look, aren't you?"

Merlin smiled softly, still not looking away from the horizon. "Yes. I am."

Hisirdoux glanced at the bracelet, then at Merlin. "I can't imagine losing so many people... knowing you'd probably outlive them."

The old wizard sighed. "I had hoped... that for some... that for her it would be different."

"... her?" He asked carefully.

And Merlin's smile was so sad but so fond that it made Hisirdoux’s heart ache. "Antigone. My first apprentice." He lifted a hand and his magic conjured an image of a young girl. She looked to be around sixteen years of age, the green outlines of the magic obscuring any color, but her features were easy to see. "She was gifted, passionate." He looked at his apprentice, a softer, happier smile pulling at his lips. "You remind me of her."

Hisirdoux smiled back at him, scooting a little closer to his master. "Can I ask what happened to her?" He asked after a moment.

Merlin let the magic fade and his gaze fell away once more. He was silent for a long while before he said, "She was often too brave for her own good."

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Okay so just a lil thing cause my brain suddenly said, "Merlin's lived a long ass time so he's probably had lots of apprentices and they're probably all dead now or some shit and HEY LETS ANGST WIZARD DAD"

So so 👀

Antigone is like. literally his daughter and after she died he became super emotionally distant from his apprentices because he knew if he ever loved them the way he loved her it would literally break him for good

But then Douxie came along 👀👀👀

Deep down Merlin always loved his apprentices so fucking much. But he never showed it because he didn't want to get attached dammit

Anyway um

The Arcane Order killed her

imagine Merlin’s distress when his son was about to be killed the same way his daughter was thousands of years ago