#reincarnated arthur

[keitorin3]

Medici x Merlin Short

Merlin: *Meets Giuliano and is not impressed*

Giuliano: Do I know you?

Merlin: I sure hope not, or you'll most likely be seeing too much of me.

Giuliano: *Confused but intrigued* And why is that?

Merlin: Because I'd have done something stupid for the right reasons and somehow be rewarded with being your servant.

Giuliano: *A silent pause*... That's oddly specific.

Merlin: Believe me, with my luck, it'll happen within a day.

Giuliano: *Dumbfounded*

After a lot of drinks in the tavern where they met, a fight was avoided and one whole, less bloody, Giuliano was escorted home.

Lorenzo: You have done a great deed in returning my brother home whole and without injury, when you did not need to stranger. I offer you a place in our household. Work for us and you shall be rewarded with a high pay for your service to my brother.

Merlin: *Turns to Giuliano* See what I mean?

Giuliano: *Surprised* Brother!

Merlin: *Stares back at a confused Lorenzo* I'd like to have 2 days a week for myself and you've got a deal.

Lorenzo: Brilliant, you're hired.

Giuliano: *Making a fuss drunkenly* I'm right here, don't I get a say in this!?

Merlin: Of course Messieur, your the boss after all. Now let's see how badly of a room I'll be dealing with for the foreseeable future. *Helps support Giuliano while given directions by someone*

Giuliano: What!? Are you calling my room a mess?! You can't talk about me that way! *He whines childishly yet not shoving or pushing Merlin away.*

Merlin: Of course not Messieur. Never would dream of such Messieur.

Giuliano: *angry pouts* Sarcasm I see.

Merlin: Now I'm sure you're just seeing things Messieur. *Sarcasm drips from his tone. As he tries to hold back a smirk*

Giuliano: *Understands the tone and argues back.*

They did not notice or acknowledge the bewildered stares of the Medici members behind them, as they bantered like old time friends.

LATER IN GIULIANOS ROOM:

Giuliano: Hey, you never told me your name before.

Merlin: Ah? Oh I didn't, did I. Well, it's Merlin.

Giuliano: Merlin. What kind of name is that?

Merlin: *dead pans* English.

Giuliano: It's a dumb name.

Merlin: Like Giuliano?

Giuliano: *Whispers* Like your dumb face.

Merlin: I heard that.

(This was fun to make. What do you think?)

[giacarem]

listen, i need a “arthur returns” fic where Merlin keeps expecting Arthur to rise from Lake Avalon after all these years and so he builds a house right next to it, but nothing ever happens. It’s okay, he keeps living there and having his cottage there, but at some point he stops hoping and moves away

he keeps the cottage there, of course, and he visits it every year on the anniversary of Arthur’s death

Lake Avalon also becomes a popular romantic getaway sight, and Merlin can’t stand to see all the happy couples constantly

Years later, he meets a reincarnated Arthur, and is incredibly confused as to why Arthur has not risen from the lake like he expected

no matter, Arthur gains his memories back and him and Merlin talk about everything and then Merlin confesses

Merlin: You know, I always expected you to rise from Lake Avalon. I built a house there and waited for you

Arthur: You mean, that lake?

Merlin: Yeah

Arthur: Umm. Well. This is awkward.

Merlin: What?

Arthur: I have it on good authority that, you see. Lake Avalon is a beautiful tourist place now

Merlin: Yes I’m aware

Arthur: Well, you see. My parents went there on a holiday the year before I was born. And… well I’m not the best at math but I can count nine months and…

Merlin bursts out laughing when he realises, and saves Arthur the embarrassment of having to continue

And when the anniversary of Arthur’s death comes around again, Merlin has no need to return to that lake

[amidnightjen]

Arthur came home for Christmas, just as he did every year since leaving for university and then his job in London. That was fine, expected, she was happy to have her son home again. What wasn’t expected was that for the first time he hadn’t come alone.

He’d come home with a man.

Her son who had never shown an interest in men (as far as she knew, and she’d known every time he fancied a girl), had come home with a man. And a strange one at that.

His name was Merlin and he was…strange. He made her son strange. Whispered conversations cut off when someone entered the room, a full blown argument in a language she couldn’t even identify, the constant touching which seemed grounded in a need for reassurance.

She didn’t understand any of it. Didn’t understand what had happened to her beautiful son to make his eyes so haunted or his smile harder to come by, but as she watched him in the garden (never mind the freezing cold), as he stared with soft eyes at Merlin (who didn’t even know he was being watched, his eyes focused on the night sky), she thought it didn’t much matter that she didn’t know, not now, not yet, because she’d never seen her son so in love.

Never seen him so grounded in a single moment.

[teefscrubz]

NEW MERTHUR AU ALERT !!!

Sure, for a couple hundred years of immortality, Merlin was able to occupy himself with a variety of hobbies, people and experiences, but nowadays (as in, the past few thousand years) he's just been so....well, bored.

Having a good year or two is nothing but a blip when spanned across thousands of years of depression and loneliness, after all.

But recently, Merlin has found a new past time—Something he never before considered, not really finding much interest in such a boisterous activity, and yet here he is, a professional in the field.

Illegal street racing.

Here Merlin was, glorious wind in his hair, earphones blasting music as he swerved a corner, his sleek red car (proudly named 'Excalibur', because who was Merlin if not a creature of habit?) smoothly sailing the roads with ease, leant back comfortably in his seat with the windows down. Sure, the air was cold, but it felt so damn good on his face. It always did.

It reminded him of riding horses back in Camelot. The open road; Merlin missed being able to venture as far as he wanted across wooded land. Not that Arthur ever let him, of course.

Merlin is brought back to the race at hand when he crosses the finish line, twisting the wheel and letting Excalibur skid to a stop. He climbs out, preparing to bow as per usual; he expects to be greeted by the usual roar of applause—Merlin insists he never uses magic to win a race, but the recognition does feel damn good. Even if racing was starting to lose the adrenaline filled fun for him by now.

Except the crowds aren't cheering for him. Instead, he turns to see a car already waiting for him; impossible, Merlin ALWAYS wins, after all. He's had too much practice.

But there is a flash of blonde hair climbing out of the battered old black car, a tattered thing that surely couldn't have won against him and yet somehow escaped even his attention. Merlin's eyes follow as the blonde man rises to his full height, turning with a bright grin and waving to the cheering crowds, only for his smile to fade when his gaze lands on Merlin.

Merlin feels winded, a ludicrous laugh of surprise tearing from his chest.

"Emrys," The blonde man smirks, making his way forwards to offer a hand, "I'm a big fan. Honoured to have beaten you today—The name's Arthur Pendragon. The crowds call me the King."

"You clotpole." Merlin chuckles, ignoring Arthur's hand out of disbelief. "You absolute prat. You're back."

"It appears so. Err—Back from where?"

Gods, he's just as stupidly handsome as he was the day they fought at Camlann. Finally, Arthur has risen. Finally, Merlin smiles.

[knightswaypoint]

“Candid No. 24” by A. Penn Photo taken at “Camelot and Other Mythos” Exhibit, Natural History Museum

(Merlinktober Days 4 & 5: Foreign (Out of Place / Out of Time) & Lens)

[squilfmybeloved]

rdr2 epilogue except for the entire rest of the game after ch 6 john has this fuckass deer following him around with familiar blue eyes. abi says no john. the deer cannot come in the house. but the entire household looks at her so sad and pathetic- even uncle- that suddenly she's making a horrendously brightly colored collar for this deer so they can see him at night. he's like a damn dog- if he's not with john, or following jack around, or tormenting uncle, then he's all cuddled up to charles like a cat.

said fuckass deer has killed men. every time john has had to pack up his family and move bcs someone has been killed? it was the fucking deer. in his defense, ppl keep trying to kill john, so the deer straight takes them off the map.

no matter how much abi fussed about the deer at first, she does love him- he protects her and her family, and they have an understanding and mutual respect.

this is a new idea but if u mayhaps like it,, be on the lookout for possibly more yapping/drawings/similar ideas <3

[merlinslastwill]

*Modern Au*

Merlin: an Ice skater

Arthur: a hockey player

cue them meeting for the first time in an ice rink and them fighting over who gets to practice first.

Merlin wins the argument bc he’s Merlin.

Arthur ends up grumbling and whining until he sees Merlin skate, and how could he not fall in love?

[konnosaurus]

another pile of sketches from the discord that i haven't stuck here yet!! featuring some old railway reincarnation au memes, a sonny, nine and sybilla having a race, nine being rudely awoken, gord and scotty having a nice time for once, douglas and oliver being silly, and my newbie ocs in their romance arc!

[stateofdreaming14]

Okay okay okay fic idea where it's a Arthur returns au where he climbs out of the lake the exact person who died all those years ago except that everyone else (bar Merlin ofc) has reincarnated Everyone else are completely modern in the way they talk and interact with the world and Arthur just has to take that in stride

Anyway all of this to say that I had a vision of Uther with recently returned memories like, "let me get this straight. You got married to a women and STILL never had an heir? I should have known letting that treasonous twink into our household was a bad idea". Shakes head, deeply serious. Like the complete vibes of the behind the scenes pics of Uther doing modern things but Arthur is basically having a huge culture shock every time the man opens his mouth and everyone else is unhelpful bc they're just laughing hysterically

Modern Uther reading Arthur to filth and revealing everything about how he always knew Arthur liked men with the utter shamelessness of the average modern parent (fairly cool with it but WILL say some off color things) and teasing Arthur for being too chicken to make a move on someone that literally everyone assumed he was already bedding

IDK if literally anyone else would find this funny but I just would love to see Arthur dealing with everyone he loves being ever so slightly different in the way they talk and act and sometimes it's like they're all in on a joke that he doesn't understand... Maybe I just take joy in seeing Arthur get shaken up a bit actually 😂 love when he gets blushy and embarrassed

[woodlnds]

“Charles, you said you’d ride with me.”

“I did, Arthur. Always.”

© Partial background belongs to Rockstar Games

[keitorin3]

The Reckless King and the Old Storyteller

So I had this idea that came to me one night just sitting around watching this movie "Three thousand years of Longing" on TV. If you've seen it, you'll probably know which part of it inspired me just by the title of this post.

So the setting for this story is based in the 1200-1300s where there is a young boy named Arthur who was crowned king at the early age of 11.

At age 20 he leads his army's to war, fighting alongside his men in the battlefield. Stories are told of his recklessness, even with his own life, but still with his strength and the power of his armies, he conquered the surrounding lands and the other neighbouring kingdoms as well. He returns to his kingdom as a conquer, but his soul has rotten in war, making him unable to shed his bloody armor (Figuratively speaking).

His councillors, fearing his bloodlust tries to distract him with other gratifications. They gave him all one could desire, alcohol, exotic foods, beautiful women and entertainment.

None could quinch his thirst for violence. Until the court summons all of the kingdoms best storytellers and bards to the castle in a bid for one of them enrapture the King with their tales.

At first, after many of storytellers failed and try to flee from the kings displeasure and impatients, they almost lost hope. But there was one that was able to enchant him.

The old storyteller went by the name Merlin, and he was a different kind of man. His insolence and quips would have earned his neck the blade, but the tales the man told stole the kings attention and even his foolishness and blunt comments was a charming quality to Arthur. It made him laugh and soothed the harsh king.

Merlin became his first friend. And that friendship eventually evolved into love.

Arthur grew very attached to the old man, and eventually it became a very common sight to see the two together as Arthur didn't just seek Merlin for stories but for company, somebody to speak too. For Merlin was honest in a sarcastic way that Arthur appreciates.

The tales Merlin told were many and holding a lesson and point of truth to be told. But Arthur especially loved the stories of Artorius. A Roman General from the 4th century who later becomes king after many adventures that helps to gather his loyal men of the Stone Round Table.

Arthur especially loves the tales featuring Artorius and his secretly magical Manservant, Myrddin. Their tale was of loyalty, love and heartache. Once, Arthur told Merlin that he thinks Artorius was in love with Myrddin and not the Queen Guinevere with how much they had been through together. It saddens Arthur that Myrddin had to hold onto Artorius dying body alone, weaping for him by a lake.

When Merlin finally reveals to Arthur his magic one day by via magic butterfly, and there and then, Arthur knew love.

Arthur tried to place Merlin in his court as advisor or court magician, but Merlin denies both offers and chooses to be his friend instead.

Now, this is where things get interesting! There's an assassination attempt on Arthur after hearing of the king going soft, someone had balls to try and kill him. The attempt is thwarted by Merlin who took a blade to the back after pushing Arthur out of the way.

The King holds Merlin in his arms as he dies.

The assassin dies shortly after with his internal organs ripped out and his head set on a pike in the front gates. But as soon as the bloodlust depleted, Arthur found himself beside Merlin's body and weeping.

The people ran for the hills as news of the Storytellers death spread, fearful of the violence the Kings grief filled rage will ensure.

Arthur did none, he remained at Merlin's side crying for the man who held his heart.

(Now here I would have left it off and said Arthur dies after drinking himself sick, but I'm a suckered for happy endings.)

It was only due to him never taking his eyes off Merlin that he witnessed it.

The Magic.

It was glowing gold, much like Merlin's eyes when he practiced magic, it sprung from the very earth and wrapped him. Before his very eyes Arthur watches in shocked Wonder as Merlin's sliver white hair turned raven black and his wrinkles disappear and smoothed clear into flawless white skin.

The best part was when Merlin's lungs breathed air and his eyes opened. They were gold for a long while before turning into very familiar blue eyes.

It was Merlin, his Merlin, only not so old anymore, but it's him and he was alive. Arthur had no restraint in hugging the just revived man tightly. Sobbing again but this time in relief.

Merlin: I'm ok Arthur, everything is ok my King.

Arthur: Don't- don't ever do something like that again do you hear me! Never again Merlin. Thank god you're alive.

Merlin: Err, your not shocked that I'm young again? Sorry about that by the way, I was planning on telling you but it slipped my mind, being old wasn't fake, just temporary. But man, it feels good to not feel my bones ache.

Arthur: You idiot. *then proceeds to kiss him dumber.*

Arthur would later trick Merlin into marriage and make him become King Consort. Nobody questions about the Old Storyteller become an Young Storyteller, content and happy with the positive effect he has on the Once Reckless King.

(This was great to get out of my mind. I loved the part of the Gjinns tale because instantly my mind went to Merlin and Arthur, but Merlin is the magical Being so he don't stay dead.

In my mind, the stories Merlin tells are all real events, especially Artorius and Myrddin. If it wasn't obvious, Merlin is Myrddin of the story and has been waiting for his King to return for 5-6 hundred years. He went across the lands telling their story. Now he found him in young Arthur and it was time they make new tales to tell, one of a round table and a sword in the stone.

That's all for now, till next time fellow dreamers~! ✨)

[realmscupcake]

so Arthur reincarnated into a minion...cool... why nobody told me this? who's Merlin then? is it like Gru or one of the minions?

[cursed-byesexual]

Two sides of the same coin

(rewatching Heartstopper and Merlin at the same time lead to some interesting overlaps in my brain.)

Also something about reincarnation maybe-

(The left side is obviously from the lovely Alice Oseman; not my work! The one on the right is mine, however it is a blatant copy)

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Vampire Arthur: [chuckling] We're like two sides of the same coin.

Merlin: [freezes]

Vampire Arthur: [concerned] Merlin?

Merlin: [tears falling] Fuck, hearing that shouldn't make me cry. He would've called me a girl for crying, I uh [wipes away his tears] shit, sorry. [tries to smile]

Vampire Arthur: [curious and slightly jealous] Who?

Merlin: [shakes his head] Someone from my past, anyways—

Vampire Arthur: [holds Merlin shoulders trying to peer into Merlin's eyes] Tell me who holds your heart still?

Merlin: [looks back at Arthur then to the side] A King, whom I'll wait forever for even if it kills me each day to do so.

[kannibalistics]

i like that rockstar gave Arthur a continuous reincarnation (or at least most of the fans seemed to think so).

i mean, the deer (or coyote but i refuse to do low honor therefore that route doesn't exist to me) and then the blue jay in Beechers Hope watching John get his life together.

also i like when people assign reincarnations/animal counterparts to the rest of the characters as well. like yes!!! John absolutely would be a dumbass wolf!! yes!!! Hosea would be a fox!! yes!!! Charles would be a buffalo!! it's so silly i love it

[frogish-person]

Merlin AU where Arthur and Merlin are both like, really fuckin old, except they've both just been reincarnated, and are now babies by their standards- that is, if they could remember it.

They both live their normal lives like in cannon, but when Merlin starts working for Arthur he begins to remember his past life(s). It starts as small things, little flashes here and there. Then, in the middle of a fight, he's whacked in the head and has the strongest deja Vu moment as Arthur yells his name.

When he wakes up less than a minute later he's super disoriented because while he knows that this is Arthur, it doesn't seem like him, not really. He continues on and the confusion fades, but he never forgets the way he remembered Arthur that day.

After like. 2.5-ish years Merlin can remember the better part of his previous lives and is mostly waiting for Arthur to start catching up.

But he doesn't. Merlin can even remember back to their first lives together, how they met the first time, eerily similar to how they met this time. He's thought that he was being cheeky or keeping it to himself at first, wanting to figure it out alone and would later surprise Merlin with an old joke and a knowing look on his face, but it never happens.

The night Merlin remembers their eternal promise, that they would unite the lands when they had their original names again, he cries himself to sleep.

Because Merlin has his original name. As does Arthur. But he doesn't remember anymore.

When Merlin remembers how they died in their previous lives, almost a full four years into his service of Arthur, he worries that Arthur may never remember. Maybe the hit was too strong. Maybe his magic screwed it up. Maybe the cycle was broken, and Merlin would be alone for thousands of years to come. Or worse, forget as well.

At the start of the fifth year, Merlin has begun to lose hope and slowly stops using magic. The light drains from him, and he seems like he's full of energy while simultaneously exhausted. Small things go wrong here and there, simple tasks that Merlin no longer uses magic to accomplish.

The only times his energy seems to rise to the surface is during simple moments with Arthur. Combing his hair in the morning as he ate breakfast. Riding next to each other on hunting trips. Standing at his side.

When they are attacked and overwhelmed, Merlin fights with everything he can before resorting to magic. He would have fought to the death without it, holding his stance at Arthur's side until his last breath as long as Arthur survived.

And yet, a blow slipped past. Then another, and another. Merlin is pulled away from his side and into the frays of battle. Arthur calls for him, losing focus on the fight and leaving himself vulnerable.

As he is attacked with magic, Merlin responds with magic. Like a dam breaking it flows and fights with him until he is almost almost at Arthur's side.

The fear in Arthur's eyes breaks his heart and his fight. He's not scared for Merlin. He's scared of Merlin. His shields fall just long enough for both of them to be seized, and Merlin can't keep fighting through the fits of Deja Vu that rip through his mind.

Caught in his own past memories, he frantically tries to protect Arthur the same way he did last time. The time that he ruined the cycle.

Everything burns a beautiful gold. Then it goes dark, and it just burns.

-

Uhhh y'all want a part 2?