#same for arthur

[the-kingshound]

My Hound’s POV for the Mordred saying goodbye after being given jewelry that belonged to the Hound prompt. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I would be writing a whole-ass multi-chapter fanfic to do so.

Warnings:

My Hound is currently unnamed as I am indecisive, so his name is never mentioned here. When you see a they/them/their used in a place where a singular could be, it’s for Arthur as my Hound is he/him.

Slight suicidal ideation in one line, only hinted at and not outwardly said. If you want to avoid it, it’s in the same paragraph that starts with: “He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty”.

My punctuation sucks.

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“I don’t want this! I want you!”

The words nearly break his resolve. For a long time, he had merely been moving through the motions, doing as his parents wished and obeying without question even if something broke in him with every new order.

He thought that it would be the same when he came to Camelot, trading one set of rules and expectations for another but, it wasn’t.

He hadn’t expected to find love in the spouse he’d been arranged to marry, one whom he had only married to end a war and yet, he had. In that man he found love, in their castle he had found family that he never thought he would have and a child that he had never expected but would never give up.

He was the King’s Hound, he would do anything for Arthur, to protect Arthur and Camelot.

There was one who held even more of his loyalty than Arthur, however, and it was the seventeen-year-old boy breaking down in his arms, clutching a ring that they had both picked out together, knowing the boy had a matching one himself, kept safe in his room as he had long since outgrown it.

His hope was that Mordred would eventually grow to wear this one, that if he ever had a child of his own, he would take that child sized one back in his room, tell the story of the day they spent together, sneaking away from his responsibilities and Mordred’s lessons for a single day, when they stumbled across a jeweler and he had decided to treat the child to something that would tie them together, to show him that even when he was gone, he was still there.

The rings weren’t the best quality, at least not for royalty, but they were theirs and held memories far more valuable than anything the best jeweler could have crafted with the rarest stones and metals.

The rings had reminded him of his home, of Ireland and the landscape that he could still see when he closed his eyes, the sound of the ocean hitting the base of the cliffs and the smell of the salt in the air. The music and art and food, all the things he had shared with Mordred in hopes that he could eventually show the child his home that he missed dearly, even if he would never return to it to live out his days.

He wanted to show it all to Mordred and could only hope that those left behind will do so in his place.

He didn’t want to leave this child behind, didn’t want to cause the heartbreak that he could already see forming without having stepped away yet.

Arthur had given him a new purpose and so had Mordred, each in their own ways.

Arthur had tried to convince him to not go, to stay and he would figure something out that wouldn’t end in the death of their spouse. It had been an hour of arguing back and forth, of trying to convince Arthur that there was no other way. There was no time. There was nothing they could do but allow him to protect them one final time or leave Camelot to slaughter.

He knew, too, that if he allowed his own heartbreak, his own fear of leaving them to show, that Arthur wouldn’t hesitate to try and sacrifice Camelot for him. Foolish, kind-hearted Arthur who sometimes struggled with the kind of choices a king had to make.

One life for thousands. It should have been an easy choice. It was a foolish thing to think the life of one outweighed the rest and Arthur would never forgive himself for their lives lost.

He would never forgive himself for this, either. It’s why his loyal Hound was the one to make the final call, to make the choice that his kindhearted husband would have chosen wrong on, if he saw how this choice weighed on his consorts’ mind and heart and his consort wouldn’t survive having so many lives sacrificed just so he could live.

It was the kind of foolish thing that had made his love for his spouse grow over the years. That kind, foolish heart was something he never had himself, something he had never had others show to him before. Not since some of his siblings, anyway, and even with them it was different to the devotion than what Arthur provided him.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to keep their spouse from making the final decision for him, just as he sometimes had before during their… huh, he hadn’t realized how little time it had truly been since he had married Arthur and came to Camelot.

Mordred was eleven and he is only seventeen, now. A mere six years had felt like so long surrounded by people who held no blood relation to him and yet felt as if they had grown up together instead of being on opposite sides for most of their lives due to Uther and the war.

He felt himself clear his throat absentmindedly, trying to keep tears at bay. Mordred’s begging for him to stay was almost enough to make him do just that. If this child saw him breakdown, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Mordred before his resolve broke completely.

He didn’t want to leave; he didn’t want to die. He had something worth living for and despite how long the last five years had felt for all the happy memories that had been created, it was too soon.

He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty, if he were lucky. The use of his magic during the war and these past years, the injuries, the assassination attempts, his own crushing hatred of himself at times… living long was never in the cards for him, one way or another if he were to be honest with himself. Back when he thought about this more, however, was during the war. Before he had something worth fighting to stay around for.

He took a breath and pulled away from Mordred, holding his face in his hands just as he had done when he had given his child the ring.

“I love you, a Stóirín.”

He placed a final kiss on top of Mordred’s head and dropped his arms from the teenager, clenching his hands into fists at the broken sob the child let out when he broke contact.

He turned on his heel and moved forward, his sword hanging heavy on his hip and making him wonder if Excalibur was currently trying to comfort its wielder as he broke down within the castle, surrounded by his other loved ones, though none of them would be able to take away this hurt.

He heard a scuffle behind him, the sound of someone being grabbed and he knew it was Mordred being restrained by the knights who had followed him out of the castle when he had gone running for his other parent.

His breath hitched at the sound of Mordred demanding to be let go, of his hoarse voice calling out to someone he would never see alive again, if his body was even able to be recovered at all, and refused to look back.

It was only after he was far enough away that Mordred wouldn’t hear the choked sob, that he let himself break down a little, and only a little. Just enough to keep him focused when he finally met his end, enough to allow him to smile when those who dared threaten his home, his family, his child and damn them to hell with him. For them to realize that they wouldn’t touch a single person from Camelot and all that planning, years of laying in wait and gathering their forces, would be gone in a single night.

He took a steadying breath, fire igniting in his eyes with his goal in mind.

Their deaths would be quick, if only to minimize the chances of his failure, but it would be agony as they had never experienced.

Yes, they would see why he is the King’s Hound.

[drizzledrawings]

There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

[noodles-and-tea]

It’s always either or

[red-enby]

have my favorite one i’ve made

[hobgoblinbard]

All caught up on the latest episode & now I just have to be delulu for a month to stay sane :)

[mythmerth]

not enough people talk about how personal it is that Merlin and arthur are nearly the same height. thus far I have pretty much only been intimate with people who are within centimeters of my height and god it’s something. we can make eye contact accidentally all the time. across the room, right next to each other, doesn’t matter, we always lock eyes. when we get close it’s anyone’s game. we could kiss. we could back away. we could press each other against a wall. we can feel each others words before we ever touch. every time Merlin is adjusting Arthur’s armor, shoving him around, fixing his clothes, he is right there in his space, eye level, and it’s anyone’s game. It just gets me every damn time like this is soooo personal to me

[aerismoon]

Quick! While Merlin is randomly trending: I went to the Renaissance Faire this weekend and made a Merthur coin necklace!

Dragon for Arthur and triskelion for Merlin!

Two sides of the same coin and all. I was proud. I had to in depth explain this to my friend that I went with.

[amariram]

Not just lovers.

But each other’s half. Each other’s person.

Each other’s destiny. And each other’s bane.

[arthursfuckinghat]

How many times are you going to walk away,

Knowing we never could?

[emrysmoss]

I looove how they had to describe this line in the Merlin books as Arthur giving a “forced, tight smile” because if they described the way he actually delivered this line they would have no reasonable explanation as to why he says it so fondly…..

[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

[magicomens]

Jeez, Arthur, at least let him have his dramatic confession scene

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[sakuravalelp]

Ellie(Dani) didn't realize how dangerous Danny's home was for him until he was more worried about her when she got her own home. - Prompt I think(?)

Ellie wasn't sure how to feel when Danny excitedly animated her to accept Arthur's invitation to live in Atlantis.

"Just if you want of course, but you'll get a stable home, and Frostbite said living underwater might be good for your water cores stability."

She had already been planning to accept the offer. Once she gave the guy an opportunity to have some sort of conversation, the guy was pretty chill, and the castle was pretty cool. So yeah, she was going to accept the offer.

But for some reason Danny's eagerness for her to go with Arthur hurt. It felt like he was trying to get rid of her.

She knew that was ridiculous, she didn't even live with Danny. He looked out for her, and was always a call away but, as much as Danny parents her, he was just a child like her. It made sense he was happy to give away the responsibility of taking care of her.

So when Ellie moved into Atlantis, she was expecting to hear less from Danny. After all, she had settle down, and he didn't need to worry about her adventures anymore. That was Arthur's and Mera's job now.

Weirdly enough, it was the complete opposite.

Now that Ellie was living with adults, Danny seemed MORE worried for her. They went from a call once a week or so, to almost daily calls in the afternoons. He would be more insistent about her telling him if anything was wrong.

He would ask specifics about the food she was eating, and her activities of the day, and her room, and the castles security...

Sam had told her that it was because he used to be able to monitor if she was eating well through the transactions of the debit card they had given her. Tuck had told her that he used to evaluate how safe she was through the phones location, and the hotels receipts.

And well, maybe she underestimated how much attention Danny put on her before, but the way the calls went made it seem like he thought she might be in more danger now that she had a stable home.

Which made no sense, because unlike him, she didn't even need to hide her ghostlines. Anything that was out of normal for Atlanteans was excused with meta-abilities, she didn't need to worry about being classified as a non-sentient species.

That was when it caught up to her. Danny was worried now that she was in a stable home because his stable home had always been dangerous for him. It isn't even a think of it being dangerous now that his a ghost, it has been dangerous ever since he was a child. She remembers all of Jazz's rants about how unreliable their parents have always been.

The food has always been contaminated. The security now attacked him directly, but there had always been a possibility of it malfunctioning and hurting the residents. Him and Jazz had always had the responsibilities of not only keeping the house clean, but the lab as well. If she tops it with the house security system attacking him, and his parents been ghost hunters...

Ellie hadn't found it too dangerous back then, Danny mocked Jazz rants with her, and Jack and Maddie were kind when they interacted with her in her human form. The Fentons neglect seemed liberating in comparison to Vlad overly controlling nature. But thinking about it now, after two months living in Atlantis, she doesn't like the picture.

She doesn't like the idea of Danny being somewhere so unsafe, but where would he go? He doesn't have a water core like her, and even if he had gotten sorta used to shapeshifting, he isn't good enough to live in a second form, which isn't recommendable either way. So he wouldn't be able to move underwater with her.

More so, she doubts that Danny would like to leave his Amity, he had taken the sole responsibilities of dealing with the whole humans - ghost conflicts. With the anti-ecto acts, there's no way he would leave the portal unsupervised.

What should she do now? Should she talk with Arthur about it? He said he was part of the heros friend group, what if they already know about the anti-ecto acts and are okay with it? What if they change hoe they act with her when she tells them she isn't actually an atlatean meta?

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

the degree to which magic in bbc merlin is an allegory for queerness is insane. what do you mean people with magic hide in fear for their lives because it’s illegal. what do you mean merlin’s mother sent him away to the big city bc she was afraid of what would happen if their small town found out he had magic. what do you mean merlin is taken in by an unmarried old man who used to practice magic but can’t anymore. what do you mean morgana was morally on uther’s side until she realized who she was and that he was wrong for wanting people like her dead. what do you mean anti-magical propaganda spreads misinformation that all magic is evil and everyone who practices it is also evil and should be killed. what do you mean there’s a recurring underlying theme of magical being solidarity

[starchaser45]

The pendragon siblings are so fruity I can't with them Arthur offers to compete in a death match instead of Merlin and Morgana going to basically reveal herself to Gwen to give her a chance to survive by her side in one episode COME ON YOU GUYS ARE GAAAYYYYYY!!!!

[red-enby]

yeah