I just wrote a Damon Salavtore fanfic đźâđš it's titled Iridescent. I suck at promo. I created a fantasy world just for it because i plan to write a novel based on it. Hwhehehehs. Check it out pls.
I have this recurring dream that we're still together.We live on a remote island. At first, it's only the both of us. We'll argue about marriage, as we always did before we settled down with a dog. A golden retriever, or Rottweiler. Any type of dog. Then, we'll get a cat with the same attitude as me. Then we'll have children. First, a daughter who is a carbon copy of you. Then we'll have a son, he's going to be like me.
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Merlin is tired of the tavern excuse and at this point, Arthur doesn't really believe the 'gathering herbs' thing either anymore.
So, Merlin tells Arthur he's sick.
Except he didn't account for the fact that Arthur becomes a terrified worryward of a mess. Merlin, thinking he's got some time alone, is now chained to his bed with Arthur feeding him soup and 'checking his temperature', only that Arthur has no clue what he's doing.
Merlin on the other hand can only think of the assassin and.... 'Actually, this is nice.'
âso,â says stiles, âdo you want to like me, âcause you kind of look like youâre in pain right now.â
derek looks up at him, eyes alarmingly serious. âi only want to like you, if you like me too.â
for a moment, stiles isnât sure if he should believe him. but derekâs voice is soft if his face is a little gruff, and thereâs no way stiles is going to let him go, not ever.
derek is a little taken aback when stiles smiles.
âwell, youâre in luck. i think i like you too.â
Thereâs something so sweet about this scene. Not only Arthur is surrounded by his knights, his friends, he still canât seem to forget thereâs someone missing.
And the way he approaches Merlin is nothing funny or sarcastic: itâs pure concern, itâs love, itâs respect.
Merlin admits heâs scared, without thinking about it twice, because yes, this is Arthur, the same man who makes fun of me on a daily, but heâs also my best friend, the man I love, and who I could lose, but I canât tell him, but, oh God, if he needs to know I donât want him to die. Iâm the most powerful warlock on earth, yet Iâm scared of Morgana, because she wants to kill Arthur, and Iâm weak when it comes to him, Iâm scared I wonât be able to protect him as I should (especially since Merlin has heard the prophecy that spoke of Arthurâs bane).
I like Arthurâs stunned face. Merlin is referring to his life. âYou donât care you could die?â And not only Arthur is shocked by it, because he thought Merlin knew his reasonings by now, knew that Arthur would never risk losing his knights, losing Merlin. But Arthur doesnât care as long as his men are safe, as long as Merlinâs safe (because, letâs be honest, this conversation is nothing but a way for them to tell each other how they feel towards one another, without exposing themselves to the danger of this revelation). And Arthur needs to make something clear:
âOnly about you.â Because Arthur brings Merlin everywhere like heâs a solider, a warrior, someone who knows how to fight with a sword, whoâs an asset to Camelot and the kingdom itself, so he considers him an equal, someone he can sit with on a lower step and chat with about his fears, because he can be vulnerable with Merlin. Arthur knows heâs safe with him.
Arthur includes Merlin in his speech, and this is something that could mean, âOh, so Merlin isnât a friend, isnât a brother, heâs so much more.â This scene is so impactful, because itâs one of those rare moments where Arthur shows how deeply he can love, how much risk heâs willing to take to bring peace to his kingdom and to his people: to the ones he loves.
And he knows his knights, he knows Merlin wonât abandon him, because he has never done it, and Arthur truly believes Merlin has no reason to do it now, even if heâs scared. Itâs as if Arthur is asking, just to make sure, just to have the confirmation that they think the same of it.
And they do:
I wish I didnât understand how much Iâm willing to risk, and have already risked for you. Because this is why Iâm here: for you and only for you.
The self deprecating smile, because Merlin canât back down, he never will. Heâs so frightened, yet not even the prospect of battling against Morgana and her army will make him run.
He has Arthur to protect.
The way he smiles, itâs as if heâs saying, âWhy didnât I understand this sooner? Arthurâs just like me.â But itâs the fact that they told each other this, they know now, after ten years, that theyâre willing to do anything and more for the other to stay safe, to be alive, even if one of them isnât.
Merlin tells Arthur. He watches him intensely, because Arthur needs to understand. Heâs honest.
Arthur gets it, and heâs finally happy. Heâs relieved that Merlin wonât abandon him, that he will stay by his side, like he always is, protecting him, fighting with him, and helping him.
Arthur smiles at Merlin like heâs seeing him for the first time, and he falls in love with him just that tad bit more.
I looove how they had to describe this line in the Merlin books as Arthur giving a âforced, tight smileâ because if they described the way he actually delivered this line they would have no reasonable explanation as to why he says it so fondlyâŠ..
there are consequences to being a creature of magic, of the old religion, of power and energy given form.
merlin is not human, no matter what he thinks. the body he has is just a second skin, a coat over the tumultuous magic beneath, so that it had shape, form. he looks human, he thinks human, he feels human. but he is not truly human.
itâs why shapeshifting spells work so well upon him. heâs not changing himself, just the look of the skin heâs wearing. the magic beneath has no true form, and thus cannot be changed when it is everything everywhere all at once.
(the magic that makes merlin is the magic that makes the world, so it has no shape and to look upon it with mortal eyes would be a headache inducing, nauseating ever-shifting thing, that moves through different features of different magical beings like the water of a lake rippling.)
OR
someone with a deep connection to the old religion can see that emrys is no true human. just a creature of magic wearing a human skin, a shapeshifter that refuses to show its true form. (because people say emrys is magic, but no one truly understands the roiling thing living and breathing inside his skin. so obviously there has to be a true form of emrys underneath the image of merlin.)
so they decide to rip that human skin off. force the shape beneath to show itself. tear away the visage of merlin to leave behind only emrys, the creature that will bring magic back to the land or so help them.
it takes a lot of energy and power, and the use of ancient artifacts of the old religion that have been slowly gathering magic for centuries. but they manage it, they bind the human skin to an object, and tear the object away, to leave behind only emrys.
âŠ
except emrys is not made for mortal eyes. especially not the eyes of someone who had hurt them and tore away their shape, their form. (because emrys, as a creature of magic, is still heartbreakingly young. a child, really. maybe thatâs why merlin is still so wide-eyed all the time. still young at heart, even as his body looks older.)
so they look upon emrys and burn.
and emrys, lost and confused and hurt and not understandingâ where is their body why do they hurt what is wrong with them they are constantly changing shapes and cannot control it and theyre so scaredâ flees to the only thing they know for sure. and behind them, amongst the mess of ash and scorched earth that once was alive, the object holding their skin lies abandoned, forgotten.
OR
arthur finds the embodiment of magic huddled up against his bedroom window. he doesnât recognize it immediately as such, but it glows golden and cannot seem to stop subtlety changing shape and growing features that were not there before while losing others. and really, he picks up on the fact eventually.
to reiterate, arthur pendragon, son of the magic-hating king, a young man who had not yet decided if he would hate it the same, has the embodiment of magic hiding outside his window.
he shouldnât open it. shouldnât let the pathetic, forcing-itself-to-be-small thing inside.
it howls and cries without words, a sad and fearful air pressing down on him, begging begging helphelphelphelpsomethingswrongsomethingswrongtheytookawaymybodyarthurarthurarthurhelphelphelphelpheâ
arthur opens the window.
as the magic flies in, it takes a more solid, in the loosest form of the word, form, dragon-like and small. young. it hides in the crook of his neck, tucks its head in close and shivers.
arthur feels almost like he has let in a frightened bird, it is so small and fluttery.
merlinâs gone missing and there is something small and magical and highly illegal hiding against the small hollow between his neck and shoulders.
he leaves it there.
OR
arthur holds a power he does not quite understand in his hands. he knows it is greater than its form, can feel the pressing weight of something that belies the tiny body.
he knows it is magic. perhaps that is all he really needs to know.
and then he does something that feels exceedingly foolish.
âiâm looking for merlin, my⊠manservant,â he begins, and the golden thing ripples like a lake in the wind, âcan you find where he was taken?â
at least seven eyes blink into existence upon the roiling magical creature, all of them looking up at arthur. another blink, and then they vanish. in their place, wings sprout, some of them draconian in shape, others more bird-like and feathery.
a tail, tiny and yet impossibly strong, wraps around his wrist, and the thing takes flight, pulling him along.
the knights startle, when arthur appears, being seemingly dragged behind a creature no bigger than a songbird, and so breathtakingly magical in spite of it.
âwell?â arthur asks, acerbic. âprepare your steeds. weâve finally gotten a lead on merlin.â
OR
they find a wasteland.
there is nothing left alive in a large circle, all of it surrounding an ancient building now nothing but rubble. the life is not burned away, or diseased into nothing, or anything that could be argued as natural.
instead, it is a wasteland that magic had abandoned. that intrinsic thing within all things, alive and not, had fled this place, ushered out by a fearful and terrified little godling ripped away from the only skin-home it had ever known.
nothing lives here and nothing will ever live here.
it is an ill omen indeed.
and then they discover the sorcererâs bones, and the fact that said sorcerer was not in fact working alone.
âyou,â the only other living being in about a mile spits out like a curse, upon sighting the king, âwhat have you done with them? where is the being below the skin?â
none of the knights nor the king understand. the little creature of magic had hidden itself in the folds of arthurâs cape, another golden draconian insignia among the rest.
âthe what?â arthur asks.
âwhere is emrys?â the sorcerer spits, summoning a stream of fire heading directly for the king.
magic itself, given form, bursts from the camelot red cape, all golden edges and vengeful anger, the tiny thing no larger than an arm suddenly expanding rapidly. it forms a gigantic serpent, or something like it, lithe and long, but with the beak of a bird of prey, eyes like a feline, a unicornâs horn on its head. it eats the fire whole, and the giant form bears down on the suddenly cowering sorcerer.
âbutâbut we freed you,â they mutter, afraid, âwe released you from the human shell containing you. how else⊠how else could you bring back magicâŠ?â
the thing cannot speak, it has no way to do so. what it can do is press feeling into your head. whatever this is, it is so powerful everyone there can feel it, and perhaps even some that are much further away.
G I V E I T B A C K.
it feels nothing like the helpless pained crying that arthur had heard from outside his window, like a yowling alley cat. this monster is nothing like the little bird-like afraid thing that had hidden in his collar, tucked against his throat. this beast of dripping fangs and deadly edges is almost completely separate from the creature of fluttery wings and wide eyes.
and yet he can hear something distinctly afraid in the wailing howl.
it is still desperate and afraid. itâs just angry enough now to cover it up.
I have an idea for a Merlin fic but life is chaos so I cannot write it:
So for whatever reason Arthur is away (probably visiting some Lord or Nobel House) and Merlin stays behind (who knows why).
Uthers manservant is ill so he requests Merlin (after all heâs the crown princeâs manservant he should be good enough for the king).
Merlin is now stuck as Uthers servant for a week and I really want to see Merlin try to wake the King up with ârise and shine!! :Dâ
He talks too much and is entirely too familiar with the King, taking liberties and speaking out of turn, mentioning Arthur by name and not title, is always late with lunch but somehowâŠ
Uther finds him fascinating. He knows Merlin is completely loyal to Arthur (he said so himself in the show). He understands Merlin hears castle gossip like most staff, but he is actually able to understand the significance behind the rumours. Merlin is also trusted by the knights and has insight into the lords and ladies of the court. He sees things, he hears things. Uther can use this
As a physician in training, he is able to treat Uthers old knee injury, and he is clearly learned. He can read and write better than some of the noblemen heâs met. One day Uther enters his chambers and finds Merlin bent over the desk looking over the grain reports âdid you notice Lord Chester had been underreporting his grain storage for three years and is selling it under the table to a foreign king?â
Merlin is a terrible manservantâŠbut Uthers clothing had never been cleaner, his armour so polished, his bathwater so hot and his notes so organised. Merlin is continuously late and covered in mud or moss, but somehow Uther finds he doesnât mind as long as Merlin keeps feeding him important castle gossip.
Arthur gets Merlin back at the end of the week, and Merlin can finally breathe (heâs been a nervous wreck for the last seven days). Uthers servant recovers and the King has a functional servant again as is befitting his station.
But Uther is now willing to overlook some of Merlinâs âŠridiculousness and familiarity with ArthurâŠafter all, heâs realised Merlin does have some uses, even though heâs always late with breakfast.
Scenes like this:
âYouâre the clumsiest excuse for a servant Iâve ever met!â
âYes, Arthur says I have the elegance of a newborn lambâ
âWhy is there a twig in your hair? Itâs unbefitting of your station as servant of the Kingâ
âI fell asleep in a ditch, anyways have you heard Lady Carteret has been seen buying hemlock at the apothecary? Iâm sure Lord Carteret is soon to be missing, poor sodâ
âCan you never bring me my breakfast on time?!â
âSorry Sire, the poison tester died this morning after drinking your tea, so I had to brew it myself, and weâre in need of a new poison tester. And in totally unrelated news Lord Milder was seen fleeing the castleâ
âRise and shine!! The sun is up and you should be too!â
âIs this really how you wake your King? And where the hell is my breakfast!â
âWell Arthur usually throws a pillow at me even though itâs my job to wake him in the morning - that lazy arse!â
