#shrek fanfiction

[s0nia246]

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So I've been thinking of writing another Charming x Reader fic?

[despairlyhope]

The Rat and The Orge

Once upon a time in a far far away land, a man who owns a lice country underneath his furry hat has been traveling around the world. He stumbled upon a breathtaking, magnificent, and beautiful swamp. He admired its remarkable artwork of nature. As he was looking at the scenery bestowed by Mother Earth, he suddenly heard the bushes rustling nearby.

A big, 7 ft tall, handsome, and bald ogre came out from the bushes in the vicinity.

“What are you doing in my swamp!?” the green bald ogre angrily yelled at him.

Fyodor, the man who is the president of the lice country blushes at the sound of his manly, raspy, and husky voice. He has never felt this way before.

“I'm sightseeing, your swamp is very majestic. I like it.” Fyodor calmly said but internally, he was simping over this Hulk wannabe.

Shrek was touched by his words, nobody had told him that before. He felt his heart beating, wanting to escape from his ribcage.

“What is your name?” Shrek asked him as the lice in Fyodor's hair glistened in the rays of the sun. He looks ethereal in Shrek's mind, a human being that is too beautiful to exist in this universe.

“My name's Fyodor. Fyodor Dostoevsky. How about you, fine gentleman?” He replied and smiled at Shrek, stretching his left hand out, and initiating a handshake. Shrek stared at his hand, he slowly placed his right hand in his left hand. It's a perfect fit. It's like they were destined to meet each other.

“I'm Shrek.” As they looked into each other's eyes, they felt a spark and their hearts yearned for one another's company.

Thus, their friendship blossomed, gradually became an undying love that cannot be separated, even by death itself.

[rainaur]

YOU ONLY!

𝐁𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: @rainaur

𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫: @hcrlenn

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 "𝑺𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑲"

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: Angst, mention of tiddies.

••𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 4𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒😞🤚••

"I'm gonna leave now🙁" Y/N says, deciding to leave without listening to Shrek oppar's side of the story first, until.."Y/N wait😧", Shrek oppar says as he back hugs Y/N making her gasp as she realizes how buff he was by feeling his massive, scrumptious, delicious, Oowa oowa, tiddies on her back. "Shrek..pls leave me alone😞" she says but her body fails to follow those words, not trying to escape from his tight embrace as she felt comfort within his grasp because of his massive, scrumptious, delicious, oowa oowa, tiddies behind her. "NO! It's not Shrek..its Daddy oppar Shrekkie, pls call me that...like how you've always did" Shrek oppar says and turns her towards him forcing her to make eye contact with his oogly boogly eyes "babygurlie slurpie pookie😞 I only sarang you and you only🥺🫰... I now realize how back-stabbing Fionaur is towards you, I'll never hang out with her again even though she is my childhood best tomodachi-chingu-amigaur...pls,take me back babygurlie slurpie pookie" Y/N felt a bit satisfied listening to what Shrek oppar had to say so she looks deeply into his oogly boogly eyes and asks "....do you promise 🥺?" "Yes babygurlie slurpie pookie, I promise🥺���YAKUSOKU DESU✨🥺" Shrek oppar replies as he caresses Y/N's left cheek, kissing her and softly smiles when she returns it back.

The End desu 🥰✨

[buttjeebus]

Bsf and I downloaded Get In My Swamp by G.M. Fairy as a fucking joke and now we're both madly in love with Beck and reading the second book. Thus is the curse of the monsterfucker.

[houseofthelilypads]

Designing gwynn, charming's love interest in my rewrite of shrek the third

I'm not used to anatomy but the basic idea is she has scarring and burns from a VERY traumatic event in her childhood. Also since she is supposed to be against the status quo i thought maybe her wearing men's clothing could work for her main fit. She still wears a dress at her job or other occasions. She's lanky and angular, to convey her sharp wit and visual opposite to Fiona. Also since she's a poor thief she's underweight and light om her feet like a ballerina. Fitting given she's based on Odile from Swan Lake.

[thealmightyemprex]

ALright Shrek fanfic writers:

Death is a now a canon character in the Shrek verse

Ghosts are canon to the Shrek verse,cause Farquaad came back as a ghost

....How did Farquaad escape death ,and how did DEath react when Farquaad was killed again

Adding to that I am curious how all the Shrek and Puss villains reacted upon meeting Death

Theres some cool stuff here to explore

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland

[detective-marshmallow]

SHREK

[rawshark]

"Extraordinarily Pleased" Ch. 1: News

SUMMARY:

The ogre triplets, nearly grown, take their first steps into adulthood, while their parents have their own adventure of a lifetime at home. Truths come to light, relationships are tested, and the next chapter is only just beginning.

[dapper-lil-arts]

THAT'S RIGHT BABEY I'M WRITING A FIC OF SHREK 1 BUT IT'S RARIJACK LETS GOOOO And it's gloriously dumb. I love it.

[s0nia246]

This is really long. Longer then I thought it would be. For some reason I wrote this like a movie script. Like this going to turn into a Shrek movie XD. Anyway hope you enjoy.

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A light shines down on a storybook, lying face up on a table in a room of some sort, the candlelight reflecting off the pages. The pages are covered in symbols in an unknown language that can only be read by touch, the pages were old and worn but there was some sense of beauty to the book.

Y/N: "Once upon a-Opps! " 

The page on the book is quickly lifted from its resting place by a magical hand,  looking around frantically until they spot the correct page.

Y/N: "How stupid...."  

 You mutter to yourself before picking it up again.

Y/N: "Once upon a time, many centuries ago, when The Land of  Oz was ruled by a Wicked king, he ruled his land with cruelty and brutality. Glinda the Good was a good witch, caring for everyone's needs, her love and kindness were appreciated by many.  Not wanting to see the people of Oz suffer under the cruel reign of the Wicked King, Glinda came up with a plan to save the people of Oz from their miserable existence as the wicked ruler's servants. 

Glinda placed the Forbidden Fountain on the grounds where the Royal Palace of Oz The Wicked King and all his subjects drank of it, and afterward grew wise together. The Wicked King realized his mistakes and tried to fix his mistakes, but alas, his greed had gotten him so far into his mistakes, he couldn't bring himself to change anything. With great reluctance and regret, he decided that he would resign the throne to Glinda."

While reading the story ingredients as each magical word is read out loud and the spell cast, you notice something strange. There were several spells used at one point, yet none of them seem like they have been written in a long time. The writing on the pages has faded over time, making it hard to see certain words or phrases. A single sentence catches your eye, it reads: "The fountain will not last forever.  It is now empty. I wish it was never created. The Wizard will return."

Y/N: "Well, that seems...interesting... but that's not important now. I wonder what familiar I'll get. I hope it's a unicorn. No a dragon! Or maybe both, they're cute..."

 You start giggling to yourself at how silly this all sounds but you continue anyway, because the more you think about what your familiar could potentially look like, the more excited you become. 

You gather all the ingredients needed to complete the spell together and then begin casting it. You take the paper from the book and start chanting softly, the spell is simple. 

Y/N:" I bind thee to me and make thee mine ally for my fight against The Wicked.  Though thou mayest hate me, if we part we shall always be true comrades."

 The fireplace behind you bursts into flame, and the cauldron in front of you fills with bubbling black goo.

Y/N:" That's not how-"

Before you can finish speaking, the cauldron explodes, and the smoke coming out of it turns solid and forms a man.

Y/N: "Not again..." You sigh heavily. "Not even a dragon?!"

Prince Charming: "Where am I ?" His eyes darted back and forth wildly, trying to take in everything in the room. 

Y/N: "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean-...Wait?" You cut your apology short and stare at him. 

Y/N: "No way..." You whispered and moved closer to Prince Charming. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you stare deep into his eyes, trying to find some kind of answer. "Prince Charming?"

Prince Charming: "Unhand me!" He snaps and tries to free himself from the cauldron he was trapped in. 

Y/N: "Yep, you're definitely him but...I don't understand...where's all the magical energy coming from.

Y/N: "No way..." You whispered and moved closer to Prince Charming. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you stare deep into his eyes, trying to find some kind of answer. "Prince Charming?"

Prince Charming: "Unhand me!" He snaps and tries to free himself from the cauldron he was trapped in. 

Y/N: "Yep, you're definitely him but...I don't understand...where's all the magical energy coming from..." You mumbled as you continued to stare at Prince Charming with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, unable to believe it was happening right before you.

Prince Charming: "Unhand your King!" Charming yells at you.

Y/N: "Uhh...King? I don't think you married Princess Fiona.  She married that Ogre.  " You point out.

Prince Charming: "She didn't marry me.  She married that Ogre.  Now please, Let. Me. Out!"  Charming tries to push Y/N away but to no avail.

Y/N: "I'll let you out when you explain why you'll still be in Far, Far Away," you chuckle softly. 

Prince Charming:" I don't need to explain anything! The only thing that matters, is getting me out of this cursed cauldron and back to my kingdom.  Now  Unhand me." Prince Charming said again more sternly.

You hummed quietly, thinking hard while still holding onto Prince Charming. After a few seconds, you let go of his face and move back, a small smile on your face. You look around the room for your staff. The staff was made out of wood, and on the top was a white crescent moon piece with a chain of a boy fishing on the end with leaves attached to its sides.  On the bottom was a broom brush in case a witch ever needed to fly, you always had a few in case of emergencies. You walked back to Charming and placed your hand on Charming's forehead.

Y/N: "To get you home you must allow me to see the last location that you were in." You started and began to tap Charming's forehead with your finger.  

Prince Charming: "Fine. Just  hurry up and get me out already." Charming snapped again, still frustrated about being stuck.

 place one of your hands on top of Charming's temples.

Y/N: "Now let's see.."

The magic begins to swirl up and around the staff. Charming squints his eyes from the intense light radiating off your staff and begins to feel uncomfortable due to how bright it is.

Prince Charming: "Hey!" He yelled. Trying his best not to shout.

Y/N: "Oh!" 

The magic from the staff turned into a projector screen with images of the stage, with curtains, props and costumes, villains, and an Ogre. Charming's jaw dropped and Y/N couldn't help himself. You burst into laughter.

Y/N: "So that's why you didn't want to tell me."

Prince Charming: "What are you talking about, peasant? This is nothing compared to what I have been through! How could this be funny?"

Y/N: "You're hilarious when you're mad, your grace." You replied sarcastically.

Prince Charming: "Excuse me?! Do you know who you are addressing, peasant?!"

Y/N:" Yes I do. Some who's wanted for Treason and Conspiracy Against Her Majesty."

Prince Charming: "Treason! Why on Earth would you even consider that?!"

Y/N: "You're the Evil King of Far, Far Away."

Prince Charming: "...You're insane."

Y/N: "Not according to my staff, Your royal highness. You snitched on yourself" You snickered."But enough about me. I should probably get home. I wonder what my reward will be for turning into a criminal. "

Prince Charming:" Wait! Turn me in?"

Y/N: "Yes Your Royal Highness." You smile at him. You turn around and place both of your hands on Charming's shoulders.

Y/N: "Don't worry. I heard jail isn't that bad. It's better than the death penalty ."

Prince Charming: "Death?!" Charming gasped loudly, feeling panic rise inside of him. "Wait for a second! H-How about we make a deal?"

Y/N: "I'm glad you brought it up.  You felt the magic from the spell from earlier right? That's all from you. Here's my deal: Become my familiar, and I'll protect you, and won't turn you in."

Prince Charming: "What?!  That is absolutely unacceptable! Never!"

Y/N: "So you'd rather go to jail or die than stay by my side?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

Charming: "I don't like the idea of dying."

Y/N: "Then do we have a deal?"

Charming thought long and hard.   Eventually, after a few minutes, he sighed defeated.

Prince Charming: "I suppose if you're willing to give me a chance, I'll agree with you."

Y/N: "Excellent! "

 You tap your staff on the floor and it ejects Charming from the cauldron. He lands in a pile next to the cauldron and slowly lifts himself up.

Y/N: "Now follow me, your highness."

Charming groaned as he got up, but followed you anyway. He was confused,  confused, and just confused. Why was some witch helping him? Was it just an act?  No, you seemed too genuine. There was something off about you, there was something he couldn't figure out. But at least he was safe...right?  Right?

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Again. I hope you like it and thank you for reading my crack story idea. Happy New Year's Everyone!

Also here's part 2 if you want to read it.

[miraculousfanworks]

Writing Prompt: He's going to be great at making contracts when he's older

Gabriel finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir and attempts to get information out of him. It is... less than effective.

Gabriel: "Adrien, do you know where Ladybug is?" Adrien: "Well, I don't know where she's not." Gabriel: "So you do know where she is!" Adrien: "Well, it wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to assume that I had some conceptual theories as to her general location, but any assumptions as to my knowledge of her current, specific location would be made in error." Gabriel: "...Adrien, I order you to tell me where Ladybug lives." Adrien: "The ideals of Ladybug live forever in the hearts and minds of the people of Paris!" Gabriel: "...this is going to take a while, isn't it?" Adrien: "A few hours at least, Plagg's been coaching me on double talk."

Prompt by: BlueStarOfTheSouth

[badfanfictionaire]

“Jason wait!” she cried.

“Don’t beg,” he said with a sneer, “Or maybe I’ll turn you into a dog, give you something to really snivel about.” 

“Please, I said I was sorry, I’ll take you back, just don’t-”

“It’s too late, Chrissy. You’ve already ruined what we had. Everything was perfect! And you want to throw it all away, for what? A dream?” 

“I promise I’ll-”

“No, I’ve made up my mind. If you really want to, how did you phrase it? “Live your own life, out from under my shadow”, well then fine! I’ll give you what you want.” 

The embers in his eyes will forever haunt her. With no hesitation, he raised his wand and began reciting a spell she didn’t recognize. With a flick of his wrist, she was enveloped in a flurry of sparks. 

“Jason what did you do?!”

“Exposed you for what you really are,” he said simply, putting his wand back into his pocket, “Without me? You’re nothing but an ugly, pathetic, loser.” 

She looked down at her body and screamed in horror. Gone was her normal petite frame, instead, she saw swollen greenish limbs and an obtuse stomach that had torn through her pink sweater. 

“… A-An ogre?” 

“If you want to live on your own, seems to me the swamp on the edge of town is a perfect spot for just that.” 

For nearly a week she shut herself away in an abandoned cabin by the swamp.  No one came to look for her, which she decided was for the best.  She knew if anyone saw her in her current form they’d probably die of fear.  She’d caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window pane and nearly fainted herself. So instead she sealed herself inside and prepared to live the rest of her life in isolation, because there wasn’t a chance in Hell she was going to ask Jason’s forgiveness and have him reverse the curse.  If it could be reversed at all…

“Chrissy?” a voice startled her awake from her afternoon nap. “Come on, I know you’re in there!”

Where did she know that voice from? 

“I just want to make sure you’re ok.  Do you need anything? Food? Clothes? A deck of cards?”

Cautiously she peeked out the window.  Through the cracks in the glass she could make out a tall figure dressed in black.  Eddie Munson? 

“Listen, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I know what you’re going through. I just want to help.”

“How could you possibly know what I’m going through?!” she shouted, immediately regretting and hating the way her voice bellows aggressively by default. 

Eddie searches for her amongst the windows and his gaze finally settles on her.  She expects to see disgust, but he just looks sad.  

“Because I was cursed once too,” he says glumly, “Still cursed, actually.  I haven’t been able to figure out how to break it, I just gave up hiding after a while.”

“...You’re cursed? I thought that was just an awful rumor…”

“Not a rumor,” he says sheepishly, “I um… Well, if you’ll let me in, I can show you?”

“Uh, ok,” she says, “The front door isn’t locked.”

A few moments pass and Eddie appears in the foyer.  “Don’t freak out, ok?” 

“Eddie, I’m literally a giant green ogre right now.  If anyone should be freaking out, it’s you.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles.  

Hesitantly he reaches up and pulls at the front of his hair.  To her shock, it pulls off in one fell swoop… A wig? And then she sees them, two astute furry gray ears, that pop up shyly from his natural close-cropped hair. 

“My dad said if I was going to keep acting like an ass, I might as well look like one.” Eddie scuffs his boot against the floor. “I um, have a tail too…”

“A donkey?” 

“A donkey,” he confirms. 

“Ohmygod,” she says, slapping her hands over her mouth to stop the giggles from escaping. 

“Oh come on, don’t laugh,” Eddie says, though she can see amusment flicker in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, biting her lip, “It’s just, I would have expected something a little more… scary?”

“Hey, a donkey is plenty scary!” 

“Sure,” she says, “Very, um, powerful legs.”

At that, Eddie can’t control his laughter.  She even notices his laughs sort of meld together into a donkey braying as well, which, is actually kind of cute in a weird way. 

When their laughter fades, Eddie locks eyes with her, his expression suddenly solemn.  “I’m sorry you can’t really hide what he made you.”

“It’s ok,” she says, “I-I’m surviving.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You should be doing more than just surviving.”

“Yeah, well, unless you can break this curse, I’m stuck here, like this.”

Eddie leaves that day with a promise to return first thing in the morning with supplies.  She doesn’t expect him to actually show, but he does.  For a month, Eddie is there every day with food and other gifts for her.  She delights that he never wears his wig when he’s with her, it makes her feel like less of a freak.  She also realizes that she’s developing feelings for him, though that’s something she will never admit.  Eddie doesn’t deserve to be trapped here with her, he doesn’t need to know that her heart sets ablaze every time she hears him coming down the path.  She resigns herself to this being her life, bracing for the loneliness when Eddie eventually graduates and leaves town for good.  

Until, one day,  Eddie shows up at her door with a very serious look in his eyes. 

“I need to ask you something,” he says quickly, as soon as she’s ushered him inside.

“Sure, anything.”

“Do… do you have feelings, for me?” 

She should say no, tell him to never come back, but he looks so hopeful.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. 

“May I try something?” 

She nods. 

Slowly he approaches her.  He cups her face in his hands, and before she has time to react, he kisses her tenderly. Though initially she wants to push him away, she can’t help but tangle her fingers in the short hairs around his ears and pull him even closer.  

They lose track of time, just holding one another, but eventually, they have to come up for air. 

He looks at her, somberly. “I thought that would work.”

“What?”

“I thought it would change you back, change us back… I thought…”

“True love’s kiss,” she says, tracing her lips with her still-oversized finger. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I just thought we could get our second chance, our happily ever after.”

She can’t help the yawn that tugs at her lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he yawns, “I’m so sorry…”

The morning light streaming through the cracks in the wall wakes her before Eddie, which gives her ample time to access what has happened: it worked!

Her fingers and toes are normal-sized, her head feels lighter, her legs aren’t swollen.  Hastily she gets up and throws a robe over herself to cover up the holes in her outfit that are now exposing pale flesh. It’s far too big and smells of dust and mothballs, but she doesn’t want Eddie to wake to her only half-dressed. 

“Eddie,” she says, prodding his shoulder. 

He opens his eyes slowly, thick lashes fluttering. “Chrissy? Chrissy!” 

He flies to his feet in seconds, bounding around the room with excitement. 

“It worked!” they both cheer gleefully.

“Wait,” Eddie says, stopping mid-bounce and pawing at his head, “Ohmygod, oh my God! It did work!” 

“For both of us,” she says, taking his hands in hers, “You did it, Eddie. You saved us.”

“We did it,” he says softly, “You love me?”

“More than anything,” she replies, “And you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

The two lovebirds leave their cabin in the woods that day, once and for all.  The look on their peer’s faces when they arrive at school arm-in-arm is priceless.  But Chrissy isn’t really paying them any mind, she’s too caught up in her lover's sweet smile.  Her prince charming, her one true love, her second chance.

👻👻👻👻

(read on AO3)

[gd-dollopole]

I cannot stop thinking about the comparison between BBC Merlin and Smallville.

As the directors of BBC Merlin have said, an inspiration has been taken from the ten long seasons of Smallville, an US TV show I always loved, and literally grew up with, and since a few months back, I also made a re-watch of Smallville, I can’t stop thinking about the potential BBC Merlin could have had, if it actually followed some bits of the storyline of Smallville.

We can already see some of the similarities between the shows:

Merlin wears a red neckerchief with a blue tunic and viceversa, like Clark Kent, and whenever he’s hopeless or sad or angry, he wears worn out grey colours, and as an avid fan of Smallville, I can assure you that Clark Kent wears the same things;

Clark Kent has to hide his powers in a world that would hurt him, kill him, or experiment on him, if he let on his deepest secret, and for that, he not only loses the people he cares about the most, much like Merlin does, which are his father, his friends, his lovers, and almost even his mother, but forbids himself to fall in love, and therefore pursue any kind of relationship;

he’s witty, yes, like Merlin, but also shy and brave and lonely.

But the difference between Smallville and Merlin is that in Smallville, there is the closure I would have liked to see in Merlin:

Clark kent does hide his secrets, and he is good at it, until everyone else finds out about him, all on their own.

We’re talking about everyone (maybe because Clark/Merlin are not as sly as they think):

Lex and Lionel and Luthessa Luthor, Lana Leng, Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross, Oliver Queen and so many others, either because they already had their suspicions or because someone else showed them.

And this brings the right amount of angst in the show, mixed with the betrayal and the lies and the secrets and the love triangles and the tropes that come out of them.

But where is Arthur in this picture?

Oh, this is the good bit.

For very obvious reasons, apart from the fact that he doesn’t talk as much as her, Arthur is definitely Lois Lane.

FROM THIS MOMENT ON, SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T WATCHED SMALLVILLE:

Lois Lane makes her appearance as a main character in the later seasons, after Clark understands that he has officially lost Lana, and starts working at the Daily Planet, in the same office as Lois.

But, unlike Arthur, Lois loves Superman (or The Blur, as he’s called for the entire ten seasons of Smallville, because he’s always caught on camera, but just as a blur). She talks to him in secret, and Clark masks his voice through the phone, he helps her and she helps him, he saves her innumerable times (does this remind you of anything?), and each time Lois compliments The Blur, Clark gets angry, because it’s his alter ego who gets the praise for a job well done, and not him, the clumsy idiot of the Daily Planet, much like everyone else in Merlin’s life has always got the credit for saving Arthur’s life, instead of him.

But what they should have given us in Merlin is what they gave us in Smallville, and it would have honestly made for the biggest magic reveal:

once Clark needs to fend off another enemy of the year, and thinks he’s going to officially die, he goes to say goodbye to his friends and his most loved ones, Lois included (“I’m happy to be your servant, until the day I die”).

Although, unlike in Merlin, where Arthur is a sweet himbo, who doesn’t inspect, and who doesn’t suspect anything, Lois had her suspicions, given that she and Clark had not only started falling in love, but now worked together too, and since she cared a whole lot about him, she follows Clark.

In the Smallville TV show, Lois hides behind a building from where, minutes later, Clark falls from. Lois believes he’s dead (Clark is immortal, and this begs the questions again: does he remind you of anyone?), and notices that he’s been stabbed in the chest with a blue crystal (context: the blue kryptonite removes Clark’s powers, and renders him human, and therefore mortal, unless the kryptonite, much like the green one, gets away from him). Following her guts, and sad and desperate that the man she loves the most might die, and believing in her suspicions and instinct, Lois pulls the crystal from Clark’s body, but the moment she hears some clutter, probably thinking they’re the enemies, she runs away, and goes back hiding.

And there, she sees him.

Clark grunts, gets up, completely safe ad healthy, sees that the crystal may have fallen by itself, or simply disappeared (and actually asks himself how that could have happened) and runs away:

by using his super fast power.

And Lois sees him.

Now, what could have been perfect was, if Arthur did the same.

After an attack gone wrong in the woods and losing sight of Merlin, he goes searching for the idiot, yelling something very along the lines of, “Where’s that useless buffoon?”, when he’s actually worried sick, and finds Merlin stabbed in the middle of a clearing.

Now, Arthur despises magic. He loathes it, he doesn’t trust it, yet, bless him, he still tries to understand it. This could have happened after Uther’s death, the moment Arthur’s reign begins.

He watches Merlin.

Arthur’s alone and shocked and scared and sick, so he drops to his knees next to him. He does not cry, he does not scream, he does not faint, that’s not really him at the end of the day, right? (Lois is the same. She grew up in a strict household with a strict solider father, and has lost her mother, and she had to be the parent to her older sister… Very, very much like Arthur). Or that’s what he thinks, and out of pure desperation, and something that sounds a bit like love, just like Lois Lane, since Merlin flinches, when he should be dead, for goodness’ sake, and out of instics and probably destiny, Arthur pulls whatever has stabbed Merlin out of his abdomen.

But as soon as he does, and as soon as he hears the knights coming close to him, and not to alarm anyone, and because he does not want them to see him in this sort of shocked state, Arthur hides behind a tree.

And there, he watches as Merlin, half dead and half alive, calls for Kilgharrah.

And Arthur has the same reaction of the finale.

He does not act on what he just discoveres.

At first, he’s sceptical, once Merlin comes back like he always does (and now he knows why and how), so he avoids him, he makes awful jokes, or hints about magic and about how powerful and dangerous it can be.

But once he’s sort of gone over this phase, noticing that Merlin hasn’t done anything with his big powers, like showing him off or anything of the likes (because Arthur has always known, magic or not, that Merlin would have never hurt him or Camelot), Arthur becomes… Curious.

And here comes the part that aligns with Smallville (we can also add the sexuality/gender identity/coming out metaphor):

much like in Smallville, and with magic and superpowers, and like in real life, someone does not force this information out of people, but Arthur, like Lois, is dying of curiosity, and just wants Merlin/Clark to trust him/her and tell him/her his secret, because he/she already knows of it.

So Arthur starts doing what Lois did.

The day after everything is well, and Lois now certainly knows about Clark’s superpowers, and the fact that he is The Blur, she goes to work, until Clark arrives too, and tells her that he must be quick for something, and needs some documents for a research. Lois stalls, and pretends she’s being SUDDENLY clumsy and a bit of an idiot (this would go perfectly well with Arthur, because he is an idiot, and he is also smitten with Merlin), and let her pen fall under the desk, to see what Clark would do.

And he uses his powers.

So imagine a wild Arthur in his natural habitat (his chambers), bored like no one else, and on the verge of imploding, because his manservant and best friend and love of his life he’s being stubborn and an oaf and an idiot and a toad.

He lets the apples or the sword or the belt fall under the table, pretends he’s keen to an act of kindness, and picks up the items himself, instead of letting Merlin do it, while he instructs said servant to do something else in the meantime.

Shocked at first, but following through with the orders, Merlin does as he’s being told, after throwing several sceptical looks at his prat of a king, and as soon as Arthur gets up from his crouched down position on the floor, the bed is already done, and the clothes are already folded, and Arthur goes mad, because, oh, he was right, and what else can Merlin do?

The curiosity gets him as much as his developing feelings for the cretin, with apparently super magical powers, who could also break a neck with a flick of his eyes, if he wanted to, and Arthur starts pretending to be even more of an idiot to see more magic, without Merlin knowing that he’s actually showing Arthur his abilities.

And the best part of it all?

The magic reveal.

I love Smallville, because the way Clark confesses his secret to Lois isn’t anything grand or majestic.

Yes, Clark does take Lois flying; yes, he also shags the living brains out of her, IN THEIR FARMS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE (I must do this again but, does this remind you of ANYONE/ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?), but he’s just built and hot and intelligent, but also very, very shy and a bit silly.

That’s why I love Clark the most as the best version of Superman, and Merlin as the best version of the famous wizard.

So Clark calls Lois to meet him in one of the Daily Planets departments, where documents and papers are stashed and kept there, on the last floor of the building, and where no one ever goes, and he fidgets a bit with his fingers, and he stammers a lot, and Lois is about to lose it, because still, after all these years, and our love? And how can Clark not tell me? Does he not trust me? Does he not want me like I want him? And all these emotions are well encompassed on her face, because Clark fails to tell her, and he says that he’s sorry, he can’t lose her, he can’t take that risk, he has lost so many loved ones already, and what does Lois do?

She understands, because she loves Clark, and she does not want to force him.

She gulps her tears, she miles brokenly, she nods, she tells Clark that it’s fine, but when she’s about to turn on the elevator, Clark realises that the love of his life is about to slip away from his fingers, and just blurts his secret out like a bloody moron.

Much like Merlin would do.

“I’m The Blur.”, he says, and Lois smiles, she turns around, and she runs to him, and literally jumps him, until they both fall back together, and laugh and stutter out their words and yes… They end up snogging.

Now, I want you to imagine a wild Arthur standing on one of the towers or balconies in the Camelot castle, while Merlin is being the usual insecure, oblivious man Arthur’s known for over ten years, and he turns around at the confession, and he runs to Merlin, and he pulls him to him, and while in this version, Arthur gives Merlin a concussion, as he hits the stone floor (because they are romantic, but also more stupid than Lois and Clark, since they’re, you know, a bloody gay disaster), he snogs the shit out of him too, and they start working together, and getting rid of the enemies together, and form a bond that is even deeper than the one they had before already, and Arthur meets Hunith’s mother as someone else entirely, while the chaos ensue, and so do the messy feelings:

like it happened in Smallville, but did not, because Lord forbid the gays, happened in BBC Merlin.

The knights of The Round table are the other DC superheros, and Guinevere could either be a superhero of her own or the wise and smart counsellor, who would be the journalist in Smallville, and Morgana is still Arthur’ sister, good or evil, it does not matter (she could either be after Merlin or after him, the options are innumerable).

Morgana is basically the obnoxious sister Lois’ has always had, who even gets a fake crush on Clark/Merlin to manipulate the two (these TV shows are too similar, I swear).

But I’m not done.

Oh, no, I’m not.

Because imagine all of this, imagine Smallville, but as a literal crossover with Merlin:

a fanfic where Merlin is the apparent imbecile employee at the Daily Planet, who actually has so many super powers, and he’s invincible, and his boss is Arthur Prat Pendragon, who is sceptical of superheroes, and his father Uther haunts them down, and is the owner of said Daily Planet, and loathes Merlin, because he talks about superheroes in his newspapers, and about his dad, because sodding fucking hell, he could control dragons.

Imagine the mess as these two fall in love, even if Merlin thinks he hates the rich, twat boss, whose order he has to follow, while Arthur treats him like a servant, rather than a journalist; Gwen could be either Chloe or Lana Leng, the best friend or the past lover, and Lancelot becomes Guinevere’s Jimmy or Oliver Queen, and Pete Ross is Will for Merlin, and Uther, is still the mad man they have to defy.

Merlin could have had so much potential, and a plethora of ways to have the magic reveal happen, and yet it was not used, and yes, if you didn’t notice, I’m still so mad over it.

I cannot fathom the amount of happiness I would have felt if they actually merged two of my favourite TV shows ever together, a good crossover between Smallville and the Arthuriana, in this case, BBC Merlin in particular.

[gachawolfiebloom]

I really enjoy the shrek AU and chains of a fragile soul by @b-r-i-n-g-x and @shygirl4991 so I decided to make the I need a hero scene from the second shrek. I made the tv adware the fairy godmother and Aster as Prince Charming.