#mertur

[jourquet]

i love the parallels i'm making with my merthur fanfic, though. the prolog will make sense as the fanfic goes on. but considering is fantasy, it might take me up to a year to finish. if i'm lucky. fantasy genre usually are long books. and that means around 40-70 chapters before its done with 1-4k chapters, depending on pacing.

[stromuprisahat]

Fůůůůůůj!

Ne, že bych očekávala kvír romanci v české produkci, ale proč zrovna Amélie a ten čarodějný vozembouch?!

I s Kotkem měla lepší chemii!

Nebo s tím vozembouchovým psem!

[moonykat]

Do you ever just remember Merlin happened and that he held Arthur in his arms, impossibly close while his king was dying. Do you ever see that scene, their faces together, they way it was shot, the beautiful tragedy unfolding right before our eyes as Arthur mouthes "I love you" to Merlin only to die soon after while Merlin says "stay with me" and wonder

How.

How do some people see that and have the audacity to say they don't love each other romantically. H O W.

People see that whole scene and still negate the obvious, just like people seeing Castiel's confession and being like he says he loves him but he means it like loving a brother yknow

H O W

I'm losing my faith in humanity jfc

[reiminuviel]

Same energy

[cheese-greater-official]

Oh my Merlin arE YOU JEALOUS???

[helenagawlouski]

[ren-nolasco]

[notsoevil]

I’ve Loved You Before

It had been exactly a week since Arthur ‘rose from the dead,’ so to speak. Truth be told, Merlin had not expected Arthur’s return to be so troublesome, and while he was happy the king was back, he found the whole situation to be weirdly bizarre. Merlin had secretly hoped the reunion would be profound and beautiful, maybe even romantic, but never would he have imagined Arthur turning up at his doorstep in the middle of the night, shivering from head to toe in the chilly January air, muttering out a barely there, “Merlin.” The sorcerer had just enough time to catch Arthur as he collapsed, grunting under his weight. Not the Saturday night he had planned. 

Now they were sitting in Merlin’s living room, Arthur curiously inspecting the TV remote for at least the twelfth time in the last seven days alone, while Merlin sat on the sofa next to him, knees curled up to his chest, contemplating what they should do next. The radio was quietly playing in the kitchen, which song, Merlin had no idea, but it provided a nice background noise. Merlin perked up once as the radio host said something about snowstorms, but quickly returned to his thoughts. Arthur had come back, so that meant Avalon was was in desperate need - only there was no more Avalon.

Arthur let out a small huff as he placed the remote on the couch next to him. The brunet looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Merlin, I’m bored. Entertain me.” 

“Hmph,” was Merlin’s short reply, before he stared at a certain spot on the carpet that had caught his attention. He wasn’t in the mood for silly antics, and besides, he had better things to do.

Arthur stood up and stretched, letting out an exaggerated yawn. The sorcerer heard him pad into the kitchen and open the fridge. Seconds later he closed it again and groaned.

“I’m hungry Merlin! Do we have any of that peculiar bread from last night left over?”

Sighing, Merlin stood up and joined the king in search of food.

“It’s called pizza, and no, you finished it for breakfast this morning.”

“Oh.” Arthur opened a cabinet above the stove and peered inside. 

“What do you expect to find in there?” Asked Merlin. “I don’t keep food in the house, you know that. Nothing but pure necessities.” 

“I know, that’s the problem!” Said Arthur, frowning. 

Merlin let out a small laugh and shook his head. “I’ll take you to the store tomorrow, then we can buy some. If you’re hungry now, I can make you some scrambled eggs.”

“That would be nice.” Arthur hopped onto the counter next to the oven as Merlin took two eggs out of the fridge, turning on the stove and cracking the eggs into a bowl to whisk them. 

The radio host announced the end of commercial break and a familiar tune started playing. 

Merlin smiled and murmured, “I like this song.” 

Arthur reached over to the windowsill and turned up the music, just as the first lyrics started playing. 

When I think of how you know me,

No doubts no thinking twice.

“What song is this,” queried Arthur, as Merlin hummed along.

“I’ve Loved You Before by Melissa Etheridge, I believe.”

“Ah. I like it.”

Merlin grinned.

We were lovers in an army,

Marching all for Rome.

The king hopped off the counter when Merlin took a step away from the pan, turning down the heat to let the eggs simmer. 

Arthur grabbed Merlin’s arm and prompted, “Let’s dance.”

The latter just had time to wonder, “Wha-“ before Arthur pulled Merlin into the open space between living room and kitchen, placing his right hand on Merlin’s waist and grabbing Merlin’s right hand with his left. Having no other choice, Merlin put his free hand on Arthur’s shoulder and they started swaying together.

Did I hold you in my arms,

As you were taking your last breath?

The two men locked eyes, and both suddenly seemed to realise the position they were in. Arthur was about to pull away, apologising, but Merlin pulled him back in, linked his hands behind Arthur’s neck and whispered, “Stay.” Arthur placed his hands back on Merlin’s waist and once again started moving to the song’s rhythm.

Did shout to all the gods,

That I would love you beyond death?

I swear I’ve loved you before.

Holding Arthur just that bit tighter, Merlin carefully let his gaze drop and bumped foreheads with the king, hearing Arthur let out a shallow breath. Listening to the lyrics, however, he started frowning, remembering how he held Arthur close in his last moments, in a position similar to the one they were in now. Only this time, Arthur was holding on just as tightly as Merlin was, and rather than an atmosphere of fear and darkness, they were surrounded by an air of peaceful content. 

An accidental touch,

Did we ever take the chance for more?

Merlin glanced up at Arthur through his lashes, and found that he was looking back at him, a smile playing on his lips. 

“I think I understand why you enjoy this song.” As Arthur spoke, his breath mingled with Merlin’s. 

Merlin grinned and sarcastically replied, “Hm, I wonder why.” Arthur laughed airily. Merlin couldn’t help but think of all the times they had cracked jokes together, so many long years ago, and was filled with a glowing warmth at the realisation, that finally, finally, they might go back to how it was, whatever that might mean. 

And every time I found you

It’s you eyes I know for sure.

“Has anyone ever told you, your eyes have the most beautiful, unique colours?” Asked Arthur, his voice barely above a whisper, blushing slightly in the pale light from the kitchen.

Merlin’s breath hitched. “No, I don’t think anyone ever has.” Arthur hummed at that, lowering his gaze, and Merlin did the same.

Both of them were acutely aware of every inch that touched the other, from their hands to their necks to their chests that were just barely brushing. 

When your smile can be so soothing,

A familiar paradise.

Merlin didn’t think before he mumbled, “I missed you.” Arthur lifted Merlin’s chin with his forefinger, and they once again locked eyes, only this time a thousand words seemed to pass between them at once, silent accusations and apologies, ‘I missed you’s and ‘where have you been’s. 

Arthur moved slowly closer, until his nose was bumping Merlin’s and he murmured, “May I kiss you?” 

When there’s no one else that makes me whole

I am never wanting more.

Rather than answering, Merlin leaned up just enough for their lips to graze each other, and Merlin heard Arthur’s breath hitch before he held onto the back of Merlin’s head and deepened the kiss, hands tangling in brown hair. It was tentative and slow, but it conveyed so many messages at once, that it overwhelmed them. They got lost in each other, years of love, friendship, loss and pain blurring into one big rush that travelled from where their lips met, all the way to his toes, leaving him lightheaded and feeling like he was floating. Arthur’s lips were soft and careful, and Merlin placed a hand on Arthur’s cheek as they pulled apart, panting, just as the last lines of the song started playing.

I know I’ve loved you before

I’ve loved you before.

Arthur grinned as he broke the silence first by saying, “I’m still hungry, Merlin.” Merlin laughed, tipping his head back.

“Well, the eggs should be done by now.” He pulled away, but took one of Arthur’s hands in his own, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

They still had so much to figure out and an immense pile of things they had yet to understand, but in this moment they were happy and content, and for once Merlin let himself get lost in that feeling. It wasn’t everything, but it was something. 

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Inspired by this post by @brolin-truelove

Constructive criticism appreciated! I hope you liked it 😊

[captain-peanut110]

- Can i kiss you, bro? - Ofc, bro, just no homo? - Always no homo, bro.

-Hey, lets fuck, bro? - Ofc, bro. - It’s no homo, right? - We are straight, bro, ofc.

- Date me, bro. - Sure, bro. - No homo? - Straight fro all eternity!

- I love you, just not in gay way, bro. - I too, love you not in a gay way. *Kiss each other, just not in a gay way*

- Will you marry me, bro? - Of course i’ll marry you, bro. But like no homo, right? - Always no homo, bro! *Get married, just not in a gay way*

[theworldoffancraft]

But, Merlin is inmortal :( I am sad

[cinnamonteo]

When you’re watching something and suddenly gay ship hits you

[merlinholidays]

FIC: Best of the Best [PG-13] Merlin/Arthur

Title: Best of the Best Recipient: Kiromenanz Rating: General Audiences Pairings: Merlin/Arthur Word Count: 6K Content Notes/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: There is no one Morgana loves more than her brother Arthur and no one she is more fiercely protective over. A prat he might be, and an idiot on top of that, but he still deserves the best of the best. And Merlin, Morgana's boss, is the best of the best.

http://archiveofourown.org/collections/MerlinHolidays2015/works/5323205

[capspoiler]

Ogni volta che fai spoiler mi viene da pregare che un meteorite atterri sulla tua casa. No, non sono stato io a tirare quel sasso! Era un meteorite!

Seguito da: A) disillusione e B) fuga come se non ci fosse un domani. Il manuale del perfetto spoileratore.

[melanie2dogs]

Hey everyone, so I noticed I got a bunch of new followers, all merlin lovers!! I mostly reblog merlin stuff and some random things, but it still makes me smile every time I find another Merlin lover! I recently went on youtube and started posting fanvideo’s, so I would really appreciate if people who also love Merlin would go to my channel and check it out, and of course reblog this!

Thank you in advance and enjoy my very first fanvideo ;D

[dominika-sullivan]

[athelnar-blog]

Merlin was the gayest show from the start, let's be real.

Just watch the first episode. You'll see what I'm talking about.