#sweet arthur

[hopelessromantic5]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

Expect a dump of my drafts in the coming weeks.

I love you and I hope you’re having the best gay time.

Here’s a Merthur snippet. Somewhat based on a very specific scene from Heartstopper.

Merlin is there through all of it, with Arthur.

He faces it with nothing but bravery.

And then the parade of brides come waltzing through and Merlin has never been more terrified in his life.

The world as he knows it, may end in the next few months.

It starts with whispers in the kitchens, as most things do.

Merlin had gone to get the Prince’s breakfast, as he did every other morning. Just as he slid the tray off the countertop, his sensitive hearing picked up a murmur.

“They’ll be coming from all over. Bringing gifts and things, y’know, to sweeten up the Prince’s favor.”

A whisper came back.

“I don’t see gold or trinkets sweetening up our prince, but it will sure be fun to watch them try.”

They giggle in unison.

Merlin is frozen. His back is still turning to them and he’s glad no one else has come in the door in front of him yet, because he has no power to control whatever horrified look is gracing his face.

This is it.

The beginning of the end.

Okay, maybe he’s being a little dramatic. He hadn’t heard anything officially yet, but if the kitchen heard, it was only a matter of time. And maybe, Arthur won’t even like any of them(unlikely). Even if he doesn’t, Uther is most likely the brains behind this grand scheme, which means pressure to marry.

Which means Arthur might not have a choice.

So it is.

The beginning of the end.

Merlin tries to swallow it down. He tries to school himself back into routine, but everything’s upside down now. Once Arthur is married, he will have no room in his life for the bond they have between them. They spend a lot of time together, whether it’s the normalcy of manservant duties or Merlin helping Arthur with his own duties. And sometimes it’s neither. Sometimes they’re just quiet. Sitting by the fire, thinking their thoughts silently, together.

But with a wife, Arthur won’t have time for that.

He has to go. He has to leave and continue on with his life, as if destiny hadn’t just taken a shard of broken glass and stabbed it into his starving belly.

So he moves, he forces one foot in front of the other, balancing the tray with effortless perfection. Never dropping a thing. He’s in a trance until he’s faced with the door to Arthur’s chambers.

He takes a deep breath, and tries to pretend he’s okay. After all, nothing had actually happened yet.

The room is filled with light when he arrives. Arthur is standing over his desk, head bent reading. He’s dressed, which is miraculous, and Merlin ignores the pang of disappointment that gets stuck in his throat.

Arthur is beautiful in the morning sun. His golden hair sits perfectly in place, his broad shoulders giving an air of regal grace, even here, in his private chambers.

Merlin sighs without being able to stop himself.

Arthur looks up at the sound, and when he sees that it’s Merlin, he smiles. A smile that Merlin only ever sees when it’s just the two of them.

The manservant holding breakfast might as well be a puddle on the floor.

“Good morning.” Arthur says, quietly, already moving to the table. “Come. Sit.”

Merlin obeys without question, Arthur has been asking him to sit with him while he eats for as long as he can remember.

He thinks Arthur doesn’t like to eat alone. And he’s perfectly okay with sitting there, watching him, while pretending to mend tunics.

“Eat.” Arthur grumbles not meeting his eyes, as he pops a grape in his mouth.

This is another thing Arthur does. He keeps feeding Merlin his royal food. And Merlin feels guilty every single time.

“Arthur, it’s your food. You do actually need it to survive.”

“Did you not just watch me eat a grape? I eat, okay? There’s more than enough here for the two of us, and you know it. So stop pouting and eat your breakfast.” Merlin obeys, once again, fighting a smile.

They have this argument every other morning.

And Merlin’s heart sings with it.

‘It’ being…well…ya know.

SIGH

Love.

Merlin was in love with him.

Like an idiot.

And it was a growing thorn in his side every waking moment, like a wild ram who can see his demise coming his entire life.

“What are you staring at?” There was no malice in Arthur’s voice, simply fond exasperation.

“Just making sure you do actually eat, sire. If you collapse during training, I’ll patch you all back together just to throw you to the wolves myself.”

“Are you threatening your future king, Merlin?”

“Future, being the only word of import there.”

Suddenly, Merlin remembers the world outside those doors. The expectations awaiting both of them, the whispers in the kitchens.

He sighs, again, involuntarily.

“What?” Arthur asks quietly, worry coloring his gentle tone. He’s looking at Merlin now. And even though they’re the only ones in his very locked chamber, Arthur leans in to ask, like they’re sharing trade secrets in the presence of foreign diplomats.

“What?” Merlin parrots back, obviously not realizing he had made his melancholy apparent.

Arthur narrows his eyes, searching Merlin’s expression for…something.

“What’s wrong? I know somethings wrong, you have that look on your face.” Merlin could almost cry at how soft Arthur sounds. Of course, out in the world, he could never be this openly honest with Merlin, not in front of others.

Merlin breaks under his awaiting blue eyes.

“I…heard something. In the kitchens this morning.” He mumbles, but Arthur hears it, of course.

Arthur looks confused.

Merlin realizes in an instant.

He doesn’t know.

“Arthur, I think…this could be completely false, I haven’t heard any other mutterings but- I think your father is inviting some…guests.”

Arthur is still confused.

“Guests…” he draws it out, still trying to grasp at what Merlin is telling him.

“Yes. Mostly female guests, I’m assuming. I think it may have something to do with-“

Merlin cuts himself off when he sees the same horrified look on Arthur’s face that Merlin experienced himself.

“No.” Arthur whispers, almost commanding it to be so. “He wouldn’t go behind my back and do this…would he?”

[magic-in-avalon]

“he's only tiny” 😭😭😭 - Bradley James (although this is s5 buff merlin)

What gets me is that Arthur’s gesture is so delicate.

I know he wasn’t supposed to make any noise, but still. Arthur doesn’t press his hand on Merlin’s mouth, he just lays it there.

You can see that Arthur didn’t push his palm, and he also takes it off in the same gentle way, oh my god.

[thefabledpheasant]

One of my favorite merthur scenes is Merlin’s “I didn’t want you to feel that you were alone” and it’s so beautiful for so many reasons, but what I don’t see ever mentioned is the moments right after Arthur opens the doors. Merlin doesn’t look at Arthur or give any indication he’s awake until he says Merlin’s name.

I think it’s so special because he’s giving Arthur the choice of what he wants to do. He can leave Merlin there and be alone or he can ‘wake him up’ and have a friend. He knows Arthur might not want to engage with anyone after an entire night spent with his deceased father. It’s a beautiful, understated act of consideration, love, and empathy.

[sunnibits]

so you guys know that one meme right

[magic-in-avalon]

Colin Morgan's eyelashes... Arthur's glance- Merlin's glance- I CAN'T

MERLIN | 1.10 The Moment of Truth

[potato-lord-but-not]

ME WHEN IM ILL ABOUT THESE TWO

[emositecc]

Sweet as Cherri (Part 1)

Next Part >>>>

[arthursfuckinghat]

I forget that Arthur canonically has his own camera in his satchel so here's some portraits I took of some of the guys with Arthur's lil camera :)

[tangerineslefttit]

He is so cute!!

you’re a sleepy man arfur morgan

[ellamorgan333]

this is how hosea and dutch felt when they got arthur

[bubblyernie]

Bro was rent asunder. Thanks for all the requests guys!! We're SOOOO BACK

art tag // commission info

[gd-dollopole]

Oh, oh.

Yes.

My favourite “Merlin?” Very underrated moment, in my opinion.

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

[foolsocracy]

this image reminds me of Arthur n Garth😭

stop thats the sweetest thing ever

[ever-fawn]

✦ I will be back one day, and I’ll find you there by the great big lake ✦

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

I love this line like These are my boyz, that's my boy Yorick, a talkative sentient nightmare skull, and that's Jonny boy, the King in Yellow, Hastur, he who is not to be named, Lord of Carcosa.