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Art bu @kairennart for Chapter 4 of "Let our souls resist on together"

A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Don’t try using magic. I’ll kill you before you have the chance.” It was Arthur's voice, but not Arthur’s voice. Too cold. Full of anger but with none of the life Arthur's voice had even when he was furious. Merlin felt the tip of a sword press against his back. No!

“Arthur, what are you doing…” He began carefully. Oh no. 

“Saving Albion from you !” Was the reply. 

Arthur was right in that Merlin would not be able to get a spell out before the sword stabbed him. But Merlin didn’t need a spell, and he had promised to defend himself. 

Eyes flashing gold, Merlin jerked his head to the side. He felt the tip of the sword press painfully into his back, cutting lightly before he heard Arthur go flying. Merlin whirled around, eyes flashing again to stop the other man from slamming into the wall, cushioning his impact with magic as Arthur fell.

For one horrible moment with Arthur on the ground, Merlin wondered if the small cut on his back had been enough harming him for the Keeper magic to destroy Arthur. But then Arthur pulled himself to his feet, sword in hand, and Merlin let out a breath of relief. 

Then panic swamped his mind again. Just how much harming of him, or intent to harm him, did the Keeper connection allow to happen before it destroyed Arthur?

Arthur twirled, his sword in hand, eyes glowing red, as he started forward toward Merlin again.

“Come back to me, dollop head!” Merlin called out to him. But insults did not seem to work this time. 

 Arthur advanced on him as Merlin took a few stumbling steps back. “You need to stop this. I love you, you love me,” he tried.

Arthur did not reply. Instead, he closed the distance between them with a few steps and swung Excalibur at Merlin’s head without so much as a shift in expression. Merlin ducked under the swing and stumbled back towards the bed. 

“I blocked the door,” Arthur told him in that horrible, hate-filled voice. “There is no escape, Merlin.

Merlin's heart pounded mercilessly. He reminded Arthur of his words before, “You cannot be the reason I die! Remember !?” 

Arthur paused for a moment, eyes confused, then shook his head and rushed forward again. Merlin barely managed to avoid the swing by throwing Arthur back again and cushioning his landing. He had to think of something more permanent, but he could not harm Arthur… Restrain him, perhaps… or knock him out.

He reached a hand forward and opened his mouth before hesitating. Using Magic against Arthur went against everything he was. 

The blade came for him again, cutting his arm as he ducked under it. Merlin tripped and fell on his back. 

“Arthur! Arthur, stop! You love me, I love you. We’re engaged! Stop!” he cried. 

Read it Here!

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Merlin I think this breaks your "Being a little shit" meter

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bro chill no ones taking him from u 😭😭

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A strange alien doctor stands near the unconscious body of Padme Amidala. “It appears she has lost the will to live.” A older man with a limp hobbles closer with the aid of a cane. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” says Dr. Gregory House.

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Last line Tag Game

I cannot yuse my after camlann I am writng, but lucky I have a long fic I am working on that I can share from! Tagged by @samwinjester

Merlin scowled up at him from his back,  But then he saw the wide grin on Arthur's face. This is from merthur being merthur the night before an important mission. Arthur just lifted Merlin like a sack of potatoes and dumped him on their bedroll as they bantered.

@nattymctatty @247merthur @calamity-talvi @larluce @shana-rosee @mudtwist @regulusrules I know I am forgetting some people! I need to make a list of merlin writiers

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since it’s a scary time to be trans: refuge restrooms is an app which maps gender-neutral/single-stall restrooms. it’s community-mapped, so it’s possible you might be the first person to log the restroom locations, but hopefully it’ll help some people.

please reblog this post if you’ve got trans followers. stay safe.

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Merlin as the History of Magic Professor

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Merlin popping out of things in the troll 2-parter

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Passing on an ask sent to me What was the dumbest thing (other than the obvious like the toothfairy) that you believed as a child?

If I would get tired on a walk my day would take my hand and tell me he was giving me energy bags so I could keep going.

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Art bu @kairennart for Chapter 4 of "Let our souls resist on together"

A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Don’t try using magic. I’ll kill you before you have the chance.” It was Arthur's voice, but not Arthur’s voice. Too cold. Full of anger but with none of the life Arthur's voice had even when he was furious. Merlin felt the tip of a sword press against his back. No!

“Arthur, what are you doing…” He began carefully. Oh no. 

“Saving Albion from you !” Was the reply. 

Arthur was right in that Merlin would not be able to get a spell out before the sword stabbed him. But Merlin didn’t need a spell, and he had promised to defend himself. 

Eyes flashing gold, Merlin jerked his head to the side. He felt the tip of the sword press painfully into his back, cutting lightly before he heard Arthur go flying. Merlin whirled around, eyes flashing again to stop the other man from slamming into the wall, cushioning his impact with magic as Arthur fell.

For one horrible moment with Arthur on the ground, Merlin wondered if the small cut on his back had been enough harming him for the Keeper magic to destroy Arthur. But then Arthur pulled himself to his feet, sword in hand, and Merlin let out a breath of relief. 

Then panic swamped his mind again. Just how much harming of him, or intent to harm him, did the Keeper connection allow to happen before it destroyed Arthur?

Arthur twirled, his sword in hand, eyes glowing red, as he started forward toward Merlin again.

“Come back to me, dollop head!” Merlin called out to him. But insults did not seem to work this time. 

 Arthur advanced on him as Merlin took a few stumbling steps back. “You need to stop this. I love you, you love me,” he tried.

Arthur did not reply. Instead, he closed the distance between them with a few steps and swung Excalibur at Merlin’s head without so much as a shift in expression. Merlin ducked under the swing and stumbled back towards the bed. 

“I blocked the door,” Arthur told him in that horrible, hate-filled voice. “There is no escape, Merlin.

Merlin's heart pounded mercilessly. He reminded Arthur of his words before, “You cannot be the reason I die! Remember !?” 

Arthur paused for a moment, eyes confused, then shook his head and rushed forward again. Merlin barely managed to avoid the swing by throwing Arthur back again and cushioning his landing. He had to think of something more permanent, but he could not harm Arthur… Restrain him, perhaps… or knock him out.

He reached a hand forward and opened his mouth before hesitating. Using Magic against Arthur went against everything he was. 

The blade came for him again, cutting his arm as he ducked under it. Merlin tripped and fell on his back. 

“Arthur! Arthur, stop! You love me, I love you. We’re engaged! Stop!” he cried. 

Read it Here!

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Art by @gyrhs for chapter 6 of We Are Bruised But Whole Together

Merlin had not left Glastonbury in many years. The last time had been during World War II. But now he had no choice. He shouldn’t be driving in his state. But again, he had no choice.

Arthur walked into the room and let himself fall onto the bed. “Everything you mentioned is in the car,” the man told him.

Merlin looked at him. “How do you like doing the running and packing and carrying for once, my Lord? ”

Arthur elbowed him. “It's alright endurance training. Not as good as what I am used to.” There was a pause and then, “Are you ready? I assume you know where we will be going while we figure this out.” 

Merlin turned to meet Arthur's concerned gaze, watching him for a moment. 

“Why are you going along with everything I am saying so easily?” the sorcerer finally demanded.

Arthur took a deep breath, hesitating. “This is going to sound very… soppy, and if you make fun of me or laugh, Merlin, I will make you suffer.”

Merlin nodded, curiosity peaked.

Arthur gestured around them. “This is not my home, Merlin. This is nice, but it doesn't mean that much to me. You are my home, Merlin. Where you are is home. You mean everything.” Arthur held Merlin’s eyes for a moment. His were soft, full of love. “You and my people,” Arthur added before he shot to his feet. “Now, let's get to this car of yours.”

Merlin was left staring after the man, slightly wide-eyed, his mouth open in a small o, and his heart pounding. For a moment, the sorcerer smiled. Then he remembered everything else, and the smile faded. “Arthur?”

“I swear Merlin, if you're about to—”

“Thank you.” Read It Here

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Things that didn’t happen when I watched BBC Merlin!!!!

Merlin poisoning Morgana. Did not happen

Lancelot dying. FAKE!!

Morgana turning against Arthur. Lmao nice try but that didn’t happen, because they actually joined forces and fought Uther side by side and he died

Merlin paying attention to the dragon. That stopped after like, season one, after Arthur found out about the magic and they started shagging

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commission work. Haven’t watched Merlin but I’m looking forward to

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This new style I’m trying is now my fav. God damn. He’s just happy by the river :)

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okay but the fact that merlin ends up apparently doing things on the regular that are absolutely not in the purview of the prince's personal servant (cleaning the stables/doing laundry/etc.) makes me think that either

arthur told him to do those things to either tease or punish him, but he didn't realize that merlin doesn't actually know he's not supposed to be doing them. for anyone else high enough to be arthur's personal servant, doing something like cleaning out the stables would be an insult, but for merlin, who isn't trained or used to the castle pecking order, how the hell would he know? and at a certain point, merlin is so unbothered beyond some eyerolls that arthur is honestly a little embarassed. how do you tell someone after weeks, "oh yeah, you don't have to do that. i was just fucking with you the whole time."? can't do it. can't. now arthur is just hoping merlin never finds out.

arthur doesn't actually know what his personal servant is supposed to do. he does things like use them for target practice so they try to not be his servant as quick as possible, so they've never been around long enough (and he's never had enough interest in them) to actually know what they do and do not do. so along comes merlin, who ALSO doesn't know what a prince's manservant does, and arthur just waved vaguely and told merlin to get to work. laundry? that sounds right. SOMEONE has to be doing arthur's laundry. that sounds manservant-y. so yeah. sure. go do laundry.

meanwhile all the other servants know merlin isn't supposed to be doing their jobs as well, but tbh they're just gonna confused about why he is in the first place, and he technically outranks most of them, so uh? go ahead? knock yourself out in the stables, Personal Manservant of the Prince, Who Should Not Be Here.

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Merlin’s hair is unremarkable.

Short. Dark. Unworthy of note.

It is also thick and strangely soft. Arthur knows this because he has touched said hair on quite a few misguided occasions. One does not always think before engaging in laddish horseplay, and some rough instances of unguarded familiarity have devolved into getting closely acquainted with said shock of hair. So Arthur is cognisant of the fact that it is thick, dark and deceptively soft. Soft in the way that a wild animal’s pelt can be smooth and deep and precious. Thick and dark in a way that speaks of untold strength and stubborn impulse.

Anyway, it’s unremarkable.

Merlin keeps it rather short, like most commoners. Probably to stave off headlice. Not that his hair is dirty or unkempt. It is always scrupulously clean though at times tousled, and Arthur usually recognises a hint of lavender soap amidst the more noticeable whiffs of cold stone and fire smoke that pervades everything within the citadel walls. More damningly, underneath it all, Arthur knows he can also recognise the smell of Merlin himself. He can’t help but think it slightly unbecoming that he should have such precise knowledge of his manservant’s personal scent. As a matter of fact, he’d rather fall on his own sword than admit to the sweet, unsteady flutter that the scent never fails to send through his belly. Intimate and somewhat incriminating. It is a very unremarkable scent at that. Merlin smells of the forest and earth and horse tack and honest masculine sweat. And Arthur really doesn’t know why he’s dwelling on any of this.

It’s just hair. Familiar hair.

It slides between Arthur’s fingers with a gentle sensuousness that disarms him. He should have kept his gloves on, he realises belatedly. Beneath him, Merlin comes to with a gruff ‘ouch’ that is both reassuring and ridiculous considering he’s just taken an axe to the head. Granted, it was only an accidental swipe of an axe that just grazed his scalp, but Arthur’s heart stopped ominously in his chest all the same as he witnessed the near miss.

Arthur breathes again as Merlin grunts and blinks up at him. Feeling oddly vacant with relief, he tries to quash a fond smile while reminding his manservant that he’s supposed to dodge swinging implements of death.

Practice has been called to a halt, and Arthur plans ahead. Merlin is going to be escorted back to Gaius’. Arthur is going to wipe the wet smear of dear blood gracing his palm onto his shirt. Sir Godric is going to regret getting out of bed this morning.

But for the moment – for one more moment of baffling, tender closeness – Arthur is cradling the back of Merlin’s head, fingers lost in the short, dark, thick, soft hair. And as he flounders in an emotional and sensuous mire of his own making, the base of his thumb brushes Merlin’s ear and his heart stutters at the naked feel of it.

The rest of the world fades into insignificance.

There’s just something about Merlin’s ears.

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