I wanted to wake him and see those eyes open. - The Song of Achilles for @merthurmicrofic | prompt : wake
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I wanted to wake him and see those eyes open. - The Song of Achilles for @merthurmicrofic | prompt : wake
wake @merthurmicrofic
merthur.
Who’s to say nothing can happen? Do you honestly believe my father would let me marry a servant? You want to marry me? No! No…I…I don’t know…
i couldn’t help myself and finally wrote a fic based on this gifset!
quick merthur sketch
quick merthur sketch
Something terrible happened here.
Guess I have a tumblr now yeet
thank you for mixing my two favorite things merthur and jojo
Why do you think he came here? The same reason we did: Merlin.
I think that you should stick to cooking up potions, Gaius. This tastes like the bog Arthur found me in.
That’ll be all, Merlin. Thank you.
they usually sit with each other long into the night – quiet sometimes, sharing a jug of wine Merlin sneaked up to Arthur’s rooms to surprise him with, glancing at each other occasionally over the rim of their cups, eyes glinting in the flickering firelight
talking other times, in muted voices, about things they’d never dare to dream of when sunlight can touch them; what Merlin’s life in Ealdor was like, with a mother Arthur would give anything to have; what Arthur really thinks of his manservant best friend; what he’s most scared of (losing him)
and when the time comes for Merlin to clear away the glasses, wipe the table of the wine stains, Arthur watches wistfully, hoping the next time they share their silent longing with each other comes quickly, soon as the next night
“good night, sire,” Merlin mutters to the floor before he quietly shuts the door behind him; Arthur, tucked into bed, sighs and dreams of a more courageous version of him, who would ask Merlin to stay in voice, not thought.
realisation.
requested by @arthur-of-the-pendragons
How could I have been so stupid?
Arthur rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes. Grain reports beckoned, but this was a more pressing matter. “What do you think you’re doing?” He glared at the chainmail in Merlin’s arms.
Merlin sighed. “Don’t, Arthur, c’mon. I can be your consort and polish your armour at the same time.”
“What was the point of marrying you in front of all those bloody courtiers if nothing’s changed?”
“But everything’s changed,” exclaimed Merlin. “I get to kiss you whenever I want. I can hold your hand in public and not have to watch princesses fall over themselves to woo you. I get to love you openly.”
“And they still call you my manservant, not consort,” Arthur said. “Even now you’re wearing — oh, lord.”
“They’re comfortable!” Merlin scowled, but Arthur saw his stubbornness crumble. “Okay, you dollophead. You win. I’ll prance about in finery for you.”
“With that hat.”
“No.”
a collaboration between @dollopheads and @arthur-of-the-pendragons
He's taken a heavy blow to the head.
It's all in 日本語 and it caught me off guard lol.
what is? my blog? japan?