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[illwritesomethingtomorrow]

King Arthur AU.....but it's Sherlock and Watson

Sir John Watson, back from the crusades and hoping to make his mark as part of the round table for King Arthur's knights. His injury makes questing and long journeys hard, however. Much to his frustration, Sir Watson is confined to Camelot out of necessity more than anything else. He itches for something new.

Mycroft, AKA Merlin, the court's mage and pulling the strings of Camelot as needed.

Sherlock, the younger brother of Mycroft and fellow mage. He is the appointed Court Physician....and has absolutely zero interest in doing the job. Well. Not true. He takes on the mysterious and extremely frustrating cases. There's no doubt that Sherlock is an excellent chemist, but he has no interest in helping the everyday ailments of Camelot's people. His experiments take up a majority of his time.

Sir Watson, frustrated with his current point in life and that damned physician who STILL hasn't prepared his healing salve, goes down to meet this "Sherlock."

Sherlock clocks his ass immediately.

Unlike all the other nobles and knights that come into his domain, Sir Watson is obviously intrigued and, most bewilderingly of all, awed by his deductions. This is new for the mage, but not unwelcomed.

The knight takes up any and all reason just to be around Sherlock. Sir Watson starts helping out and tagging along on his mysteries. The physician, uncharacteristically, doesn't mind: the knight is helpful and opens up avenues that Sherlock hasn't even considered before. Sherlock doesn't consider Sir Watson, John now, a permanent fixture until Mycroft stops by and asks why people are no longer complaining to him about late physician orders.

Sir Watson has experience with treating alignments: common and not-so-common. He's had to pick up a few things out of necessity during his time abroad. As fun as it is to solve murders with Sherlock, John is, by nature, a helper. He sees the "boring" orders pile up and he's made quite a few cold remedies in his time, hasn't he? Mycroft has gifted Sherlock numerous amounts of medical tomes so John finds a few basic ones and gets cracking. It takes a few trial and error rounds (mostly asking other physicians who have seen battle, testing on himself and asking a distracted Sherlock for help.) Eventually, John gets the hang of things. It takes Mycroft's pestering for Sherlock to finally notice.

John is not formerly allowed to take the position as Court Physician, but there's an understanding amongst the court who employ his services more often. Sherlock is thrilled to not have to deal with "boring" people anymore. He's thrilled that he can talk to John about cases more often and have him follow along slightly better. He's thrilled that someone shares his interests and listens.

They fall in love 💕

[sourtomatola]

Oops, there's lore

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[milk-crater]

Roddam, Knight of Cups :)

Hiya! We've talked a lot about Arthurian AUs, so I finally wrote one! I love the grail imagery in the Knight of Cups, so that's alluded to here. And you mentioned the card symbolizing homecoming, which also inspired me. Hope you like it!

Sir Adam’s return was greeted with much cheer and rejoicing, as befitting a knight of a round table. There were even tears and gasps of shock, for it had been believed that Adam was dead. It had been reported by King Kenny himself, his seconds the Young Bucks repeating the tale of how Sir Adam had fallen prey to a foe’s poisoned arrow and they’d buried him in the West country. But now Adam stood before them more resplendent than ever, his silver and gold armor glistening in the sunlight, the thunder bolt emblem on his shield as bright as the real thing.

Roderick had cried upon seeing his friend’s face. Adam had tsked while grinning, wiping the tears from Roderick’s red cheeks. Adam had pulled him in for a hug, and it was then that Roderick saw the odd looks the King and the Bucks were exchanging. Not joy, but unease and uncertainty.

Roderick and Sir Kyle and Sir Robert helped arrange Adam’s old quarters so that it was a facsimile of how it had been before his prolonged absence from court.

“You all divided up my treasures and belongings?” Adam asked, looking at the hastily procured tapestries, the borrowed table and chairs.

“You were gone for years,” Kyle replied, pragmatic even in the face of a dear one’s resurrection. His tears were already dried and a brotherly exasperation surfacing in his tone. “And the king said you were dead.”

Adam’s lips twitched at that, the cut-off prelude to either a smile or a grimace.

“Yes, of course,” Adam said.

“So, dear friend, how’d you do it? How’d you cheat death?” Robert asked, grin wide under his styled mustache. His eyes were bright, hungry for a wild yarn where Adam had seduced the grim reaper and managed to talk his way back to life. Adam had always been a good story teller.

Adam smiled back at Robert, but there was something hollow in it. He took a deep breath as if about to speak, then faltered, as if unsure of what to say, what lie to tell.

Roderick stepped forward.

“Leave the poor man be,” Roderick said. “The important thing is that Adam is back amongst his brothers. There shall be plenty of time to hear of his adventures. For now let his weary bones rest.”

“My bones rested for four years,” Adam muttered, quiet but bitter. His friends heard him, and three men traded wary looks.

“We shall let you settle in. Welcome home,” Robert said, patting Adam’s shoulder. Kyle was not so eager to leave, but Robert was able to pull him out the door. Then it was just Roderick and Adam.

Adam sighed and sat in the chair. Roderick retrieved a bottle of wine and joined him.

“You do not seem happy to be back at Camelot,” Rodderick noted.

Adam shook his head, his long hair brushing his shoulders.

“This place is not as it seems, dear friend,” Adam said, his gaze directed out the window, tracing the horizon. The sun was setting to the west, nighttime approaching. “There is a rot here at court. A dark force which wishes to try our brotherhood apart.”

Yes. You. Roderick was not blind to Adam’s ambition. He’d known the man since Adam had been but a young page. Had helped him train, been something of a mentor until an unexpected equilibrium was reached. They were both each other’s sword and whetstone. So of everyone at court, Roderick was well aware of Adam’s ambition: the man wished not to be a mere knight, but to be king himself.

But perhaps others had been aware of Adam’s dark desires. Prehaps the King had known of the serpent in his company, and had taken steps to remove it.

“The King himself is corrupt, tainted,” Adam said, spelling it out as if Roderick didn’t already know Adam’s true target. “Kenny is not fit to lead—”

“Adam, stop,” Roderick said, voice calm.

“No, Roderick, you must hear this! Hear this and believe me!” Adam brought a fist down on the table. He scowled, pushing his hair out of his face. “Your strong heart is too straightforward, like an arrow that always hits the center. But the world is not so clear as the lines on a practice target.”

“I know that,” Roderick said, voice still calm. “I have seen much of the world. More than you have, something you seemingly still forget.”

“Oh? So can you so easily tell friend from foe?” Adam spat. “Can you tell a poisoned chalice from a pure one?”

He gestured at the goblets of wine before them. After the sweep of his hand Adam drew his arms close, hugging himself. He was blinking back tears of frustration, of hurt and anger. Roderick felt a stab of relief. Whatever had happened to Adam had clearly affected him, but at least this part of him, the side of him he revealed only when alone with Roderick, was unchanged.    

“Perhaps I cannot easily tell friend from foe,” Roderick admitted, “but that is only because I don’t see the world that way.”

Adam huffed in frustration.

“Your heart is too pure and strong—”

“I don’t see the world in terms of friend and foe,” Roderick said. “I see it in terms of us and them.”

Adam blinked, surprise quelling his tongue.

“And perhaps I cannot tell a poisoned chalice from an untainted one,” Roderick said, “but if you set a glass in front of me, I shall drink of it.”

Adam bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. Roderick’s words had calmed him, but now he looked genuinely touched, an emotion which Roderick knew always unsettled the younger knight.

“Roderick…” Adam said, voice choked, words unsure. Roderick had never met someone who stumbled so hard over ‘thank you.’  

“Whoever wronged you shall pay for it,” Roderick said. At this Adam raised his eyes. His usual, smug grin was back, his eyes bright once more.

“Truer words were never spoken, my friend.”  

[koolkat9]

And Guinevere cheats on Arthur with Arthur's best friend Lancelot.

So Scotland as Lancelot and France as Guinevere? Sorry

Actually I'm thinking Afonso as Lancelot to be honest. He's Arthur's bestie after all and Francis as Guinevere. Though Afonso could be Guinevere too and put Fran as Lancelot. Either way PortFra is betraying Arthur by being together.

[jasethegooberton]

Lansoni/Arlance my beloved

[cephalosaur]

sonic's first order of business as king is a spaghetti dinner with all of his knights.

i once overheard a conversation my mother was having with my grandmother. i mostly heard "spaghetti" and "round table" and now we're here.

[valenrepetto]

Arthur: "Lance...I'm starting to believe that you allow yourself to get some injuries in order for me to use my powers on you, could this be true?"

Lance: "...not at all, my Lord"

Arthur: "You little liar"

[emthimofnight]

A Sonic and the Black Knight version of Stellar—Lady Archfedd, daughter of King Arthur!

Some lore:

Came to be when King Arthur and Sir Lancelot unknowingly laid together upon a fairy mound, resulting in the fey gifting (or perhaps cursing) the King with a changeling child. Despite Lancelot's protests, Arthur accepted the infant as his heir.

Lancelot is half fey himself in this AU, and thus has a wide knowledge of fey culture and behavior (the fairies in this AU look a lot like Black Arms aliens from canon).

Despite his initial reservations, Lancelot does eventually grow to see Archfedd as his daughter.

Due to Arthur and Lancelot's relationship being secret, in public Archfedd is simply known as the King's daughter.

Archfedd learns of her fey heritage in her teens.

A skilled swordswoman, her fighting style is like that of a dancer, slashing out with twin blades.

Her swords are dubbed Efeilliaid Eira—the Snow Twins. Said to almost shine blue in the midst of combat.

Being of fey heritage, her armor had to be specially crafted as to not harm her. Pure, precious metals such as gold, silver, and cold iron all burn her skin.

Despite being trained in combat by each of the knights of the round table, it is rare she actually gets to fight alongside them.

Alt fey form appearance:

[moondust-artz]

satbk

I’ve been wanting to draw themmmmm also knight armour is a pain in the ass to draw

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

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

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

[head---ache]

ive been wanting to re design emmies satbk design and i finally got around to it!!! is this turning into an entire au?? perhaps!!

[bluesargent300]

Merlin AU social media - Merlin’s phone

[blueberryflavoredfeelings]

does the bbc even understand how much money they’d make if the made a Disney Enchanted 2007 style Merlin sequel where Merlin has been alive, moving from place to place, magicking himself young and aging then moving and magicking himself younger and aging then moving and suddenly Arthur pops out of a lake, completely unaware of current events and is walking around demanding his manservant, claiming to be King Arthur Pendragon and he either

a. Gets on the news somehow and Merlin, doing whatever he’s doing now, sees and drops everything because WHAT IS ARTHUR DOING HERE AND ALIVE

b. Meets Merlin who has been working as a detective somewhere -because that’s basically what he did anyway-solving things and helping people, the family business, and Arthur is dragged in, handcuffed, and plopped in an interrogation room or the drunk tank with the cop who found him saying like This wacko thinks he’s some medieval king, go deal with him, and Merlin scoffs and walks in, promptly dropping his files and spilling his coffee when he sees a disheveled and petulant Arthur, who goes Merlin, finally, get me out of here already, will you and Merlin starts crying lmaooo

or c. Meets Merlin who has been working at an ER because, again, he was physician adjacent, and someone drags a wet Arthur in, like Found this, it looks like he might hypothermiate deal with him, and Merlin sees him, drops his files, spills his coffee, and starts crying hahaha

because I’m thinking that’d be fun and probably everyone on tumblr and everyone who knows someone on tumblr would go bonkers over it

[cherryflavouredjellies]

His favourite..

[rainstarri]

What if it was normal lansoni except sonic could turn into a werehog,, :3

these r just some doodles i did rlly quick, i need to draw smth better for them

[jasethegooberton]

They make me want to evaporate I fucking hate them