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llaberration · 8 months ago

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Coyne's Chronicles: Shadow Over Yfiria - Chapter 5

[[Warning, this story contains safe soft vore themes, don't like, don't read :)]]

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“Wake up coinpurse.”

“Mmmwha?”

“I find myself to wonder. Why did you purchase a bedroll if you were only going to continue sleeping on theground?”

Coyne opened his eyes slowly, seeing that the sky above him was dark, and partly obscured by an amused looking dragon. “Mmmm... didn't plan on sleeping like that...” he grunted, sitting up, scowling as his back ached from his choice of position. “Yeah... definitely not...”

Fez chuckled, stretching himself, “Rouse yourself. It is time to put my plan into motion.”

“Oh?”

The dragon nodded, “Come, get your things, we shall leave. Once we are close to the wall, we must prepare.”

Coyne sighed, straightening up, making sure he had his bedroll and possessions before looking cautiously up at the dragon. “Are you going to eat me?”

The dragon chuckled, “Not for such a short flight. Unless you are severely afraid of heights.”

Coyne shrugged, “Not in particular, but I don't get exposed to a lot of them so...”

He barely had time to finish his sentence before Fez raised his enormous wings, and with a powerful swish, grabbed him around the waist, and lifted them both from the ground, through the leaves of their hiding place and into the dark sky.

Coyne gasped, gripping the powerful fingers of the dragon's hands, holding on tight as the world swirled away below him in a dizzying rush. But Fez's grip was firm and consistent. It showed no signs of dropping him, and he slowly let out the breath he hadn't even realised he had been holding. The world looked almost entirely unfamiliar from the sky, and Coyne was quick to realise what a grand view he had been missing tucked away in the crop. He could see EVERYTHING. He could see the wall cutting the land in half, the darkness on the other side filled with the twinkling lights of civilisation. He could see the border towns along the wall, and the roads and paths that connected them all together like a network of arteries. “This... this is incredible!” he shouted, hoping the dragon could hear him over the wind snatching his words away.

The dragon lowered his head, pressing his chin to the side of Coyne's head to rumble, “Well then. Perhaps I should show you something before we go to the wall.” It was as though the words had come through the bones in his ears as much as the air, tingling through him, sounding loud and clear.

“Why?” he shouted.

“I merely think there is something you need to see,” replied the dragon, wheeling around in the air, turning back away from the wall, and beating his wings to accelerate a little before settling into a glide.

Coyne hung on, wondering where they were going as the dragon flew. They were moving so swiftly that he quickly lost track of where he was, realising in the darkness that the land was becoming less recognisable. Was it getting darker? He squinted, able to see that there were no more border towns here, a few ruined buildings, but the rest of the land seemed completely abandoned. Something seemed wrong though... he wasn't sure what it was, a feeling of unease growing within him as they travelled.

Finally, he felt the dragon slow, the wings coming to beat regularly in a hovering pattern, and he looked up at the horizon.

In the dark, he was able to see something that was wrong indeed. What looked like a smoky cloud hung over what looked like some kind of large, carved stone structure that dominated the horizon, swirling and twisting as though it were alive. “What... is this?” he called.

“Indimnis. Or that which once was.”

Coyne felt his blood chill, looking down at the ground once again... now he saw what was wrong. The land was dead, what he had mistaken for darkness was the blackening of the trees and plants in thick, tendril lines extending from the city. The city that was no longer a city. It looked more like a hive for angry hornets, constructed of stone and smoke. “What... is it?” he asked. He knew it had once been an ordinary walled city, urban and civilised with a white-granite citadel at the centre a symbol of their prowess. He had even been there in his younger days, and seen it to be an advanced and civilised culture, healthy, wealthy and affluent. Now it was all gone. There were no walls, no homes no buildings left standing. Only an immense stony obelisk over cracked and mudded ground.

“Rot,” replied the dragon. “Decay. The price of man's interference with things they should not have meddled. Things so ancient that even the dragons could not hope to understand them...”

“But... it's got a mountain growing out of it! It was just a normal city! How is that...”

“Constructed by the victims of the plague.”

“How do you... construct a mountain?”

“One stone at a time.”

“What does it want?”

“To exist. To consume as all living things do.”

Coyne shivered lightly. “Looks like it wants more than that.”

“It does. It wishes to consume everything. To be all that is.”

Coyne shivered. “Can we go? I... I don't like being so close...”

The dragon did not object. It was no more enjoyable for him than it was for Coyne, and he dropped and wheeled in the air, beating his wings to gain speed away from the place.

They flew in silence the rest of the way. Coyne tried to just take in the scenery to chase away the image of dread that had engraved itself onto his mind. He wondered why the dragon had taken him there, but following their conversation that afternoon... he had to think that maybe it was something to do with this 'role to play' business. But he didn't understand yet how he fitted in.

They flew swiftly back towards the wall, stopping about a mile from it with the night's darkness as their cover, and the dragon came down to carefully land in a field, a good way from the adjacent farmhouse. He set Coyne down with a thump, then brought himself in for the landing too, putting his feet down one at a time to ensure a good solid landing before lowering his wings and folding them against his back.

Coyne picked himself up and brushed himself off, taking a few experimental steps to ensure he still had legs, and that they still worked. Once he was certain that they did, he went to the dragon, and looked expectant. “So. I can see the wall,” he said, gesturing at the huge structure in the near distance, looming over the landscape. “I'm surprised they haven't already seen you already.”

The dragon smiled, “That is why we travel at night. My scales blend with the sky.”

Coyne nodded, sitting down on the ground with a sigh, “So... do I get to find out about your wonderful plan now? The one you've been keeping from me?”

Fez smiled, laying himself down and nodding. “Indeed. But I must focus for a short time first, this requires work. Would you mind just keeping a look out? I will be quite unable to protect us for a few minutes.”

“Sure,” Coyne confirmed. He was well used to looking after himself, so he had no trouble keeping watch. He stretched himself, then went to stand a short distance from the dragon to give him some peace, his eyes travelling slowly over the landscape. His dark-vision was not particularly fantastic, a fair bit better than a human, but certainly not as good as a dragon. His hearing however, was much better than a typical man, and he employed that for his lookout duty, slowly turning his head this way and that to listen for anything approaching. There was the normal rustling and crackling of small creatures in the hedgerows and long grass. A small herd of cows grazed lazily nearby, watching them, but not particularly alarmed or interested. Coyne would have thought a dragon would terrify them, but he knew cows were smart so maybe because Fez had shown no interest in them, they knew they did not have to worry.

He heard the crackling of magic being used behind him, sensing spells of some power being employed, but he knew not to bother the dragon. Nothing worse than being interrupted when using magic. He knew that but he didn't know it. Another holdover from the mage part of himself, knowledge without context.

“Coyne? Can you come over here?” a call a short time later drew his attention, and the mimic turned, his eyes searching the hedge row blankly as he realised he could not see the dragon.

“What... the?” he spun in a circle, looking around for the source of the voice. Had he become disorientated and lost the spot where they had landed? No... there it was, near to the corner.

“No! Here!”

Coyne took a few steps towards where he had last seen the dragon, “Where? I can't see you? Is this your plan? Have you turned invisible or something?”

“Wha... no I haven't turned invisible!” snorted the dragon, “Wait...”

A moment later, Coyne felt another little bit of magic expelled, and looked towards it as a faint golden glow drew his eye. He walked cautiously towards it, finding that the dragon had indeed not become invisible. He had instead become small.

“What...” asked Coyne, crouching down to peer at the creature looking up at him from the grass, glowing faintly. “The... why?” The mighty dragon was somewhat less mighty in size now, he had gone down to being perhaps eight inches long, including his tail. He still had his wings, but the sharp spikes along his back, and the golden, pointed horns had been shortened and rounded, making him look a lot less threatening. He still looked every bit the dignified, majestic beast that the mimic was growing familiar with, just more compact.

Fez sat himself down like a cat, looking up at Coyne, his head tilted slightly. “Well? Don't you think hiding me is going to be easier like this?”

“Well... yeah but... how are you ever going to defend yourself?” Coyne reached out a hand and gently touched at the dragon's blunt horns, using light fingers so as not to upset Fez.

“All being well, I won't need to... because you're going to hide me.”

“I figured that part... but I can hardly hide you convincingly in my cloak... it's thick but you're big enough to make quite an obvious shape.”

“Oh I'm not going to hide in your cloak.”

“Well... the bedroll? My pockets are way too small for you...”

The dragon gave a chuckle, smiling and shaking his head, “Come, lift me off the cold ground, I am chilly here, I cannot retain warmth as easily.”

Coyne, his brow furrowed with puzzlement, sat down and gently lifted the dragon from the ground. He was weighty, his metal reinforced scales weighing like a small suit of armour. The mimic gently lifted the dragon into his travelling cloak and wrapped it so that he had a place to settle in the soft cloth while they talked, but could still see out through the opening. “Alright,” he sighed, “Take me through how this is going to work, since I clearly haven't grasped it.”

The dragon smiled, curling himself up in the cloak, and looking up at Coyne through the gap. “Carrying me through in a bag or bedroll just won't be enough to fool the mages of the college who guard the gate. There are magic users crawling all over Sidkenhall, and they can see through typical hiding methods. We have to go way beyond that if we want to not be discovered right at the entrance of the gate.”

“Okay...” said Coyne, “So where are you planning on hiding?”

The dragon gave a furtive, slightly concerning smile, “I'm going to hide in you.”

Coyne stared at the small creature. “I have... questions.”

“And you are right to have them. Allow me to explain. The only thing through which the eyes of the college cannot see, is another creature. No magic can look through the life force of another being, and find a second life force... that's why they can't know who is going to be born magically infused before it happens.”

“Okay...”

“So, given that, all I need to do to conceal my significantly different life force is place it inside another one.”

“Okay...”

“You are not human. You do not digest things. We know this, they simply pass over to your other form at dawn correct?”

Coyne nodded.

“So, you consume me. I will be hidden safely. You can release me before dawn to ensure I am not passed into your other form, but even if that were to happen, you could always change and release me as soon as it does.”

“Uhuh...” Coyne still looked worried. “But... I honestly am not to keen on the idea of consuming a dragon... seems... dangerous.”

Fez smiled, “I understand, but you see... I'm coated in gold,” he rolled himself intentionally over, so that Coyne could see the glittering of the scales, edged with their mixed metals. “I'm all but a pre-packed meal for you anyway. Look... I even blunted my horns for you,” he reached up a clawed foot and demonstrated that the horns were now harmless. “I can keep my claws to myself, you can certainly make space for a small thing like me...” He looked up appealingly, something he had been previously unable to do. Now he was smaller, being adorable was far more on the list of things he could do.

Coyne gulped nervously, “But-”

“Look,” the dragon cut him off, though not unkindly, “I need you to do this for me. You know I cannot harm you, as it would violate our contract, and you cannot harm me. We are bound by blood and magic. It is not just words on a scroll. I need your help to get to the council. This is the only way,” Fez's face had grown much more serious now, and Coyne felt the urgency in the small creature's voice. He knew Fez needed to go and see the council, he knew it was important for the dragon, and it was clear this was something he felt would work.

He let out a low sigh, and nodded, “Alright. As long as you promise this is safe... I don't want to hurt you...”

“And indeed, you shall not,” said the dragon, “But there is one more spell I need to weave before we can consider going ahead.”

“Hm?”

“I need one of your eyes, and one of your ears.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not literally, I need to borrow your vision. I will not be able to see anything from within you... I will need to do so if you are to bypass any magic users on my warning.”

“Oh... and how do we do that?”

“Lean down to me, this will sting a little, but not do any harm, I promise,” the dragon drew his clawed hands together and focused, a glittering purple light emitting from them as he prepared his spell.

Coyne did as he had been told, lowering his head and waiting.

The dragon reached up, gripping his chin to help draw him a little closer, then bringing the brightly glowing hand up to one of the mimc's eyes. “Hold absolutely still,” said the small creature, “And whatever you do, don't blink...”

Coyne, sensing he would blink automatically as the claws came close, raised a hand and carefully held open his eye for the dragon, just to be sure.

Fez, understanding, allowed this, then brought his claws so close to the eye that Coyne swore he could feel the magic crackling against the surface of it. There was a brief, sharp sting, and a hot-cold tingling spread through his eye. He was momentarily blinded by purple light, then the brightness faded and his vision returned to normal. He blinked a few times, just to make sure, but he still had both eyes, and they still worked.

He felt Fez flop a little, and looked down in surprise to see the dragon had gone limp, visibly tired by his magic. He reached down and gently gripped the small body through the robe, “Are you okay?”

“Tired... tired is all...” replied the dragon, looking up at him.

Coyne was shocked to see the dragon's eyes were no longer glittering purple... they looked strange... human almost, his own green in colour. “Did... you...?”

“Yes. I cannot see from my own eyes now... magic is a delicate thing, and often works with all-or nothing rules even for a dragon... this is one such spell.”

“Oh,” Coyne gently shifted his grip, drawing the dragon a little closer to himself. Fez was not blind... but seeing through only his eyes. That had to be strange.

“Now, lift me up to your ears, I need one of them for a moment.”

“You're not gonna steal that too?” he asked, a soft playful tone in his voice.

“No. I merely need to be able to speak to you so that those around cannot hear. This is going to sting quite a bit more than the last spell, but as it is an ear... you'll cope, just inhale sharply when I tell you, and you'll be fine.”

Coyne was a bit worried, but he obediently lifted the small dragon to one of his ears, feeling the little claws exploring the ear, examining the outer rim, picking a spot. “Should you not have done this when you could still see?”

“No, I needed to ensure I had enough magic after the more important spell. This we could have coped without, but the vision we required. Now. Hold still, this will hurt... on the count of three, I want you to inhale sharply... one... two... three.”

As he spoke the last word, Coyne did as he was told, and a sharp, painful stab came on the outer rim of his ear. “Aaaaaaa....” he exclaimed, “What did you...”

“Hold still,” snapped the dragon, and there was a sharp pinching sensation, the pain intensifying for a moment, before the dragon slid back down from his shoulder, dropping into the warm space in the cloak once more. “There. Now when I speak, you will be able to hear me.”

Coyne, grimacing, reached a hand up and felt his ear, his fingers brushing warm metal, a hoop punched through the outer cartilage of his ear. It felt heavy, so he knew it was made of gold, and there was a single, sharp point at the outer edge that felt like a claw.

“What... did you make this?”

Fez smiled at him, “It is not uncommon for those owned by a dragon to wear a token, this is to be yours. As long as you wear it, you can always hear me, and I can always find you.”

Coyne felt at it delicately, finding the new wound ached, but was not bleeding more than a few tiny, objecting drops. “Is this one of your claws?” he asked, touching at the sharp point.

The dragon gave a smile, offering up one of his back feet to show one of the long talons had been neatly cut short. “Now you are truly marked as a servant of a dragon.”

Coyne felt both good about this, and a little worried, but as he felt Fez go limp again, huddling down into his cloak, he knew he had greater things to worry about. “So... what now? It is not dawn yet, so we would be silly to try and put you inside...”

“No, we should rest. It is safe here, we will draw no attention. When dawn comes, we will go ahead, and you can begin.”

Coyne sighed a little worried, gently tucking his cloak around himself, and moving to lie down in the long grass, letting Fez's weight shift to his chest, and making sure he was covered by the thick cloth. “This is... all madness...” he said softly.

“Strong words for someone who does not even know what they are...” the dragon replied with a sleepy, but gentle voice.

Coyne let out a little snort of amusement, and shrugged, “You're not wrong.” He said, sighing a little, feeling the weight of the small creature on the fall of his exhale. “I will wake you at dawn.”

The night passed slowly, and Coyne lay quietly considering, feeling oddly not tired as the sky above him slowly began to turn purple, then pink and orange. He watched it silently from where he lay in the long grass, observing the world just... getting on with its thing, taking some kind of odd enjoyment from that fact that he actually did not have to be chasing coins and scraping for pennies... the world was nicer when he had nothing in particular to do for a while except wait.

Still, the moment came when he felt the odd metal trinkets in his belly pass over into his other form, and he gave a little sigh, knowing it was time.

He raised his head, and lifted the edge of his cloak, smiling to see the small dragon curled like a cat against his chest, the little head resting calmly on the cloth of his shirt, the enchanted eyes peacefully closed. Coyne smiled, delicately reaching in and stroking a finger along the metal-plated side, “Fez?” he said quietly. “It's time.” The thought of what he was about to do made his heart flutter nervously... but... his friend clearly needed it, and the dragon had been nothing but good to him... he owed it to him to give it a try.

The dragon shifted sleepily on his chest, looking up with a small snort before clearly remembering that he could not see. “It is dawn?”

“Yes,”

“Very well then,” the small creature sat up, slowly stretched himself one limb at a time, clearly getting the most of out having a bit of space for the last time in a while before turning his head expectantly to Coyne. “You may proceed.”

Coyne sat up, gently gripping the small creature and lifting him up. He felt heavy in his hands... this was not going to be simple. He had forced down silver and copper figurines not far off this size but it had never been a comfortable process, and he had only done it when necessary... but he knew he could.

Closing his eyes to calm himself for a moment, he brought Fez close to his face, gently stroking the small back with his fingertips. “Alright... here we go,” he said softly, “I'll try to be quick...”

The dragon relaxed in his hands, which did reassure him that Fez was going to be okay, but equally made him feel even greater pressure to do a good job looking after this blind little creature.

He slowly brought the small body to his mouth, opening wide, hesitating for a brief moment, not sure what to do.

Fez, clearly sensing this, addressed the problem for him by gently crawling forwards, his long face and neck pressing into the mouth, followed by his hands, which, Coyne noticed, he had carefully kept turned inwards, so the claws did not scrape anything.

The mimic opened a little wider, glad that the dragon was helping, and tipped his head backwards a little, trying to relax his throat. The familiar taste of metal from the dragon's scales flooded his mouth, it was rich and faintly backed by something spicier, almost a tingle rather than an actual flavour. That helped him, and he gave a gentle swallow, feeling the long face pushing deeper, working at the back of his mouth. The little wings folded down close to the dragon's back, tucking in safely as Fez wriggled forwards, fitting pretty easily into the mimic's mouth.

Coyne remained calm, reminding himself that the dragon was technically wrapped in precious metals so he wasn't actually doing anything against his instincts. He swallowed firmly, pressing the dragon in further, using his hands now to help push, his throat stretching to accommodate Fez more easily than he had expected. The little dragon was actually fairly slender, so even with his wings and legs tucked in, he was not too broad for the man's throat... just about the limit of it, but no more.

He kept swallowing, a calm, repetitive motion now, feeling the dragon starting to slide more easily as more of him was gripped by the powerful muscles of the throat. Soon enough, the tail slid away between his lips, leaving him feeling alone as he struggled to force the large shape down inside.

Fez continued to help, almost as though he had done this before, his long, streamlined body wriggling and tensing in an almost practiced movement to help Coyne's body along, and soon, the heavy weight began to gather at his middle.

Coyne huffed as he gave the last few swallows, feeling his throat settle back to normal, if a little strained. His belly felt weighed down, more so even than when he had filled it with gold several day ago... and the dragon managed to intensify that sensation by moving, shifting against the flesh, feeling cool and powerful inside.

Fez seemed to turn, circling a little like a cat before his weight came to settle, neatly twisting into a firm ball, and going still.

Coyne, feeling all the breath suddenly gone from his lungs at the power of the sensation inside him, silently put a hand on his belly, and let out a little wheezing sound, forgetting to inhale before trying to speak.

He swallowed, correcting this with a slow, cautious breath, before trying again. “Fez?”

“Mmm? You're warm...” the voice in his ear was clear, as though the dragon was speaking directly to him... but the words were almost purred.

“Are you... alright?” he asked with a polite little cough to set his throat right.

“I am excellent...” said the dragon, accompanying his words with a little movement, turning as though he was trying to roll more of himself into contact with the heat.

“Oh... good,” Coyne scratched the back of his head, “So... it all worked? You're safe? You're okay?”

“I am,” confirmed the small creature, now lying more comfortably. “Are you?”

“I think so... I mean... it didn't hurt at all so...”

“Excellent. Then we may proceed with the plan,” the dragon sounded relieved, slightly contented even.

Coyne took a slow breath and looked over towards the wall, which now loomed dark in the early morning light, cutting the sky in half. “Alright...” he said, blowing air out of his mouth in the same breath. “You're sure this is going to work?”

“As long as you listen to me, and we stay well away from anyone casting any kind of scanning magic... we should be fine.”

“Can you sense that?”

“Yes. I can sense active spells. The college graduates who guard the wall use them to check for anything magical passing through, but it would be impossible for them to monitor actively all the time, so as long as we go through during a quiet phase... we're perfectly safe.”

“Alright...”

“And if, at any point, I tell you to run... you should run as though your life depends upon it. None of that human 'trying not to draw attention' type running... if I use the word 'run' you should run.”

“Okay, good, I can do that...” said Coyne. He was in a much better place muscle and energy-wise than a few days ago, but still lithe and light enough that he was sure he could get up an impressive sprint speed if required. “Anything I should be looking out for?”

“Idiots walking around in bright orange robes, for starters, even more so if they're staring around at everyone like they're slightly insane.”

“Are they... that confident? Or... just...”

“Mostly just stupid. Overconfidence has something to do with it, since the college owns half of everything over the wall... the trick is just to look as normal as possible, and as long as they don't have any active scanning spells... you'll be fine.”

Coyne stood up, letting out a little 'oof' as this caused the dragon's weight to tug against him. “Jeez... you're heavy...”

“I know, but you're doing fine. You'll get used to it before you know it. Just pretend I'm a pile of gold.”

“Gold doesn't move around much...” muttered Coyne, but he was already growing more accustomed to the weight. It wasn't bad really... if anything, better than an empty stomach.

Still, as he began to walk, Fez settled down nicely in place, and seemed to be resting, perhaps still tired from his overuse of magic... or maybe looking at the scenery through his eyes. Coyne wondered to himself just how different the world looked to the dragon now.

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And so it begins, Coyne gets his first taste of 'blood,' and he is not entirely down with it! Reluctant preds are one of my favourite kinds.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #nonfatal vore #sfw vore

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tiodolma · 2 years ago

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Forgot to add this to the other ask!

In summary, Morgan and Merlin from up until episode 9 end up in BBC Camelot's world and Morgana and Merlin from season 3 end up in Starz Camelot. King Arthur Pendragon is lost in translation with the younger Merlin and Morgana, while Prince Arthur Pendragon is crying bloody murder at the disappearance of his manservant and his foster sister and thinks these two strangers are at fault.

Morgan is gleeful that the rules of magic are different in this world. She's also making plans of getting rid of this Uther Pendragon. On the other hand, Merlin can do nothing by use his knowledge to not only keep the woman at bay from her machinations, but also help this Arthur become the king he's supposed to be.

In the other world, Merlin and Morgana learn that magic has rules that have consequences, so they have to use other skills to survive. It doesn't help Morgana is better than Merlin at this court life thing and that King Arthur genuinely likes this version of his sister.

LMAOOOOOOOO

Starz Merlin and Morgan in BBC Adventures of Merlin

Morgan: 2nd time to murder Uther here we goooooo

......................

Meanwhile Merlin overhearing Arthur

Arthur: where is merlin i need him to polish my armor, muck out my stables, laundry my clothes, write my speeches and go with me on a hunt

Merlin: if this is how you treat someone like me, then you are not worthy of my service, you are not my king! (walks out)

Arthur: ????

.............

Morgan: Merlin! have you tried the magic here yet?

Merlin: nope

Morgan: IT DOESNT GIVE ME PAIN

Merlin: you must be joking

Morgan: i shapeshifted into a cow yesterday and i didnt sweat blood

Merlin: goes to a lake and freezes the whole thing

Merlin: oh

Merlin: no wonder that other idiot is like that.

.......

Merlin: Are you going to kill this world's Uther too

Morgan: Are you going to stop me

Merlin: (sigh) this Arthur is already 25, my Arthur is already a king at 16. Honestly I dont even know why his father is still alive. My visions for this place are saying that Arthur will only take over when he's 40. By my initial calculations that's already too late.

Morgan: so....

Merlin: (shrugs)

.....

Arthur: How dare you speak to me like that! You are just a servant!

Merlin: know your place boy. You are only on that throne because I kept you alive

Arthur: hah no way! You?

Merlin: is this familiar (trees falling on theground using magic)

Arthur: You... you have magic

Merlin: I was born with it and my task has always been to keep you on the throne

Arthur: SORCERER! THIS IS TREASON! I WILL NOT STAND BY THIS!

Merlin: Your fear and hate is causing more suffering. Just like your father. You are making me regret everything I have done for you. If you don't shape up and repent then I will be in your service no more.

BBC Merlin and Morgana in Starz Camelot

Merlin: You are... actually younger than me.

Morgana: You are younger than us?

Arthur: ????? what.

Merln: This camelot is so... rural.. and needs work

Arthur: well yeah, we just started out. You were the one who found these ruins and established this encampent though. But it's okay we have an armory, we built this really nice table, we have a library, it's my favorite part you know? I get to conduct trials twice a week, etc etc, we're gonna put a roof over here soon so I'm learning different roof systems. Merlin often leaves for long periods of time so we've set up defenses and taught ourselves lots of stuff

Morgana (with tears in her eyes): YOU CAN READ?

Merlin: (openly sobbing?) THIS ARTHUR LIKES BOOKS... AND DOESNT NEED ME AT ALL TIMES??? I AM NOT A MANSERVANT???

Arthur: NO??? YOU ARE MY ADVISOR! Plus I grew up in a farm so why do i need a servant? And you have a whole penthouse deck at the top of the ruins where you do your magic stuff.

Arthur: But my sister lives in a Castle Pendragon...which is faaar better than this one, no shade at all... i love the startup nature of camelot tbh. Also my sister deserves to rule there anyway, coz that is where she grew up. It is a day's ride away from here. She manages that side of the kingdom for me. She's really good at it. Or I mean you are really good at it. We should all go there. The feasts you host are always the best.

Morgana: (clutches merlin) she actually gets her own castle

Merlin: ...THEY HAVE A LIBRARY HERE AN OPEN LIBRARY WHERE EVERYONE VISITS. AND I HAVE MY OWN ROOM

.........

Sir Gawain: HEY MERLIN DO U THINK U COULD PATCH THIS TREE UP WITH MAGIC

Merlin: ....how... what...

Morgana: Magic is not banned here???

Sir Gawain: it's rare but useful

Morgana: let me try

Sir Gawain: OwO

Morgana: my... stomach hurts

Merlin: tries to fix a broken chair

Merlin: ...i feel weaker..

Morgana: OH NO

Merlin; OH NO

......

Merlin: Are you still going to Usurp this arthur

Morgana: ...he doesnt hate magic, he's just, he lets me have part of the kingdom and also the better castle... and he says we always have dinners every two weeks

Merlin: even if you are the elder sister in this world?

Morgana: ...are you really trying to put ideas in my head

Merlin: i'm just making sure

Morgana: it's technically my right by order of birth

Merlin: but this is the kind of world we dreamed off

Morgana: a world where we are free.. and arthur understands me.. you can be honest here too.

Merlin: so you dont need the crown to be yourself in this world

Morgana: we'll see.

#mergana #camelot x merlin #merlin x camelot #arthur critical #sorry i think bbc MerGana will have to deal with the massive culture shock first #starz camelot merlin will never let arthur get away with sht tbh #im tagging coz a lot of you might not like this #once they get past initial misgivings BBC MerGana decides to be together in starz camelot coz really whats stopping them lmao

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