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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌
contained within this 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗗𝗢𝗠 is a rich variety of people with a range of different beliefs. there are many more who believe in the world you are trying to create. one day, you will learn, Arthur. one day, you will understand𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
moved to a sideblog attached to my multi: @excaliborn
Arthur has been moved to a sideblog attached to my multi: @excaliborn
Arthur has officially been moved to a sideblog. Follows will come back from my multi. The url is the same as this one was.
after some debate, I'm going to be moving arthur to a sideblog attached to my mutli. the url will be the same. threads will also be moved over too. when the changes are made, I'll let you all know.
Feet firmly on the ground, the prince had spent a month at sea to come to the whispered land of Camelot. Being invited by the king himself had him on cloud nine. It was so unlike his own isles and much bigger. Jumping off his horse, Grimsby had muttered something behind him and caused him to glance over before looking straight to see Arthur Pendragon approaching. Bowing deeply, he smiled at the man. "Your highness, thank you for having us."
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“Oh, please. You don’t need to do that.” Bowing and scraping was the least of Arthur’s favorite things from others as a Prince and ever more so as a King. “You’re very welcome. It is an honor to have you here. I have heard much of Velona. It must be fascinating to live so close to the sea.” He wished he could have seen the ship arrive, but even that must have been a few days for the Prince and his crew to get here. “Please, come in. You must be famished. We’ve about ready for our evening meal and you and your crew are most welcome to join us.”
"Oh, I did... did I?" The picture on the back of the book had been when he was waken up early and he had gotten a haircut he completely hated. It was cut way too short and much to his dismay he found out Ralph had ordered the hair dresser to do it that way. They gotten in a huge argument then. One of the reasons he was looking for a new manger. So one wouldn't step on his toes and actually listen to him. "I'm surprised you like the nerd lengthy boy type. If I showed you my high school pics, you'd probably wack me upside the head."
Big eared oaf. It almost made him laugh. One poll on twitter once said his ears were as big as dumbo. Bad enough he was tagged. Two days later he deleted his account. "Gezz. I would like to think I can call myself name. Not allowed aye?" Better not to search his name on Google. Once was enough for a lifetime. Rolling his eyes, he poked Arthur's chest playfully. "I'm not such a bad cook myself, you know. You haven't tried my key lime pie yet." His grandmother told him the recipe from when she visited the southern United States to see a friend of hers. Didn't surprise him when she went to retire there. "I could tell her, but she likes to run her café' downtown. Gets her socialized."
He went willingly on his lap and straddled his waist with his legs. Putt his head down, he kissed his neck tenderly and ran his hand through his hair while he did the deed. Merlin was more than happy to dote him with affection in the comforts of his small room. It was their private hideaway from judgmental eyes. One day maybe they could be more than boyfriends, he could dream right? His mouth found his way to the prince's lips and went with the motions. Before he knew it they were full blown making out. He shivered as he felt his hand under his shirt. How he wanted more with him right then. As long as they were not too loud, he would be more than willing.
“You’d be surprised. You’re exactly my type.” Well, Arthur hadn’t had much of a chance to shop around now, had he? Being stuck into a castle would do that to anyone. He didn’t even get to do proper schooling, it was all done at home with tutors and home school classes. It was dreadful really, but it was a form of protection. Arthur had fought tooth and nail to get into university, which was his first time really doing anything and even then he was with a guard. Not much of a chance for dating around. It was shameful really.
“No. And don’t think I didn’t have a word to say to your haters either.” Oh yes, he’d gotten onto whomever he could under a fake profile. No one could know it was really him otherwise the court would go ballistic if he was defending a commoner, never mind the fact that he was a well known author. “Mmm … key lime pie. Sounds delicious.” He’d only been to the states a handful of times, usually with his father on some diplomatic mission or other. “Something tells me she’ll refuse, even if I would pay her well. She does good at the cafe from what you’ve told me.”
Arthur wanted so much more with Merlin and not just right now. He wanted to be with him, fully and completely but he feared what might happen should he announce their sordid affair. Would his father find a way to disown him or would the people be in such approval that his father had no choice but to keep him in line for the throne? He supposed it was lucky there was no one else. His father had no more parents, no siblings or cousins that he had ever mentioned. His mother has a brother that’s still alive, but he had no claim to the throne. Uther would have no choice but to keep him there whether he liked his life choices or not.
He inched Merlin’s shirt up more and over his head, mouth going for where his neck met his shoulder instead. They were alone. Merlin had locked the door earlier, right? They didn’t have many chances to be like this as it was. Even rarer given they weren’t out to the public yet. Maybe they should. It would be a big statement with the changing times. “I want you to be mine,” Arthur breathed against his ear, soft and breathy before he pressed a kiss to it as well. He loved those ears, as much as Merlin and his anti-fans might mock them. “Be my boyfriend. Officially. That is, if you’ll have me?”
Aiden smiled at his brother, glad to have heard that. Since he arrived in Camelot, he felt largely out of place. Being half fae he was in-between worlds and fit in no where. It didn't help that he had a feeling there was something missing. Now he had an older brother who looked like him. It was strange to look on at Arthur and see himself, but he supposed he would get used to it. "I want to tell you everything. Where do I start?" Maybe from the beginning? That would be a start right? Grinning to his twin, he situated himself on his bed. "I think I might stay here longer."
It was weird to look at him. It was like looking in the mirror but also not. Aiden’s hair was longer than his own, but everything else was the same and he just seemed different. There were no pointed ears, but he suspected that was from the human part of Aiden. Why were they both not fae? Another question for another day. “You’re most certainly welcome to. You can stay here as long as you like. The chambers that were made up for you are permanently yours. I know you can’t stay forever, but you always have a place here, brother.” Brother. That was so new and such a nice feeling. Arthur wasn’t the only Pendragon left, not anymore. It made him feel a little less alone in the world.
"You never had to because you were my friend. I protect those I care for." Merlin didn't bring up his destiny just yet. How could he when Arthur doubted his actions. Shaking his head, he stared at him with sad eyes. "I will not use my magic for selfish means." He felt strongly about that and said that to one sorceress would wanted the prince dead. She used it for selfish means and he refused to join her quest for revenge.
"Because I know you and have faith in you. You haven't show my any different really... besides seeming to think I am against you and want power for myself. Which is a no for me. If I wanted power, I wouldn't have settled to be your manservant and served you loyally." Nuallian believed in him. Truly. Arthur was to be the greatest king Albion had ever seen. He knew in his heart that he would get there once he got past this. It would just take time for him to heal and see for himself. "No, that's not a lie. I'm such a clumsy oaf. Can't make that up." Trying to make things light, he tried to smile. "Arthur, I'm the same person... I just have magic. That's it."
He heard the snort. Yes, he was a fool to reveal it. "It was either that or Guinevere die. I couldn't have that. I rather it be me than to have my friends hurt in any way." The pyre scared him, yes... more than anything, but when it came to his loved ones there was nothing he wouldn't do. Maybe he was a fool for being like this. Maybe he was one big oaf. He could agree to that. "You know me. There was never a game when it came to my friendship. I take that seriously and want to prove it."
Arthur didn’t see how Merlin could be the same person. There was so many lies between them. He wondered what else Merlin was likely keeping from him. How could he be King one day when he had no one that he could trust? A King was meant to have an advisor. Arthur had always thought he might end up giving such a title to Merlin one day. But now … now he didn’t know what he was going to do. Everything felt wrong. His father had always told him that people learned magic for their own gain. Now Merlin was telling him he was born with it. Were there others like him? Born of magic despite others being against magic users? Had everything his father told him even a lie too? Considering he’d lied about his mothers death, it was very likely.
He let out a slow breath through his nose and then lifted a hand to brush it through his hair. “Fine. Fine, Merlin. Prove it to me then. And if you prove yourself to be false, I will send you away. Do you understand me?” Because if his father knew what was going on here, Merlin would be sent to the pyre or hung and Arthur would not see that happen to Merlin, no matter how much he doubted what had once been their friendship. Even more, no matter how much he loved him. He would keep that to himself, having already been lied to felt like heartbreak enough from the warlock.
“You see what a mess my chambers have become. I suppose I can reinstate you as my servant for the time being.” Until Merlin proved no longer to be useful, until he lied to him again. Arthur would keep his guard up around him, as he would with anyone else he had ever known. “Consider yourself grateful. If my father knew of this, you would not see the light of morning.” His eyes told Merlin the truth, that he would not allow that to happen, but he would not say the words out loud. Shifting some paperwork around, Arthur got to work, doing his best to ignore Merlin as he did so.
With you, I serve
With you, I fall down
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out
Smiling, the tears fell. Arthur finally saw him. He couldn't help being even more protective over the man in front of him. The blonde was his friend, his master and his king now. It made his heart leap for joy. A thrill to know the crown would befit him finally. All things lead to this and his patience paid off. "I've dreamed of this. All I ever wanted was for you to see me as I am." Crying more, he was thankful for his words. For him accepting him instead of being angry at him for being so secretive.
The kiss on his forehead was light and warm. It lingered on his skin and burned into him. He squeezed his hand back and followed his lead to stand. Gaius... he needed to let his uncle know what just happened. Maybe later when he had time. He had no doubt that he would have heard something by now. The man was the royal physician. He knew more than he lead on. Nodding towards Arthur, he motioned for him to lead the way. "I'll be ready for it." His heart swelled. The royal had kissed his forehead. A gesture he wasn't expecting. It made him feel like his feet were on clouds and his future looked bright. Following at his side, he went to use magic to open the doors for them.
Arthur took Merlin’s face in his hands and gently wiped away the tears. If there had ever been any doubt, he knew now that he loved this man. Far more than even he realized. He felt just as protective over him too, always had done. “I would’ve always been okay with you telling me the truth of you,” Arthur told him. Maybe not if Merlin had waited too long, but now was just what they both needed. He didn’t doubt Merlin, if anything, he knew that he could rely on him. Maybe more so than others. Which was saying something considering he trusted his inner circle of knights like they were his brothers.
He let go of Merlin when they stood. It was tempting to take his hand, but he didn’t know if the love he felt for Merlin was the same for the warlock for him and he didn’t want to push it. Besides, there was too much going on and there would be plenty of that later. As was suspected, there was some confusion among the nobles and lords, but the knights he had always known stood by his side. He was pleased when Leon, whom was a loyal supporter of his father, took a bended knee and the rest followed suit. Afterward, he gathered everyone into the Great Hall for his first council session. Most nobles and lords were swayed to his side, but he could tell a few others would take time. In the end, it would be decided that he would be crowned officially tomorrow. Once he was left alone, now in his chambers, he let out a breath. He had had dismissed Merlin to go get some rest. Gaius had been at the meeting, but he had no doubt that Merlin would want to talk to him one on one. He ran a hand through his hair and eyed his bed. He was going to be King officially tomorrow. It wouldn’t hurt if he went to bed early. Still in his clothes, he collapsed on top of the bed and it wasn’t long until he was asleep.
Wouldn’t it be super fucked up if there was a Merlin reunion and Arthur came back, but there was a new prophecy which predicted that they’d be separated by death once again, but only Arthur knows and he doesn’t tell Merlin because he doesn’t know how to because Merlin’s been alone for so long. Then, just as Arthur is about to take a killing blow, Merlin blocks it and so becomes vulnerable and is hit himself. At first, there’s relief because Arthur’s safe and Merlin is immortal, right? Right. But why does this hurt so much? There’s blood and suddenly Merlin’s fallen to his knees and Arthur’s at his side and he’s crying, “MERLIN, Merlin! No, you can’t do this!” Merlin touches Arthur’s face and says, “Just hold me, please” and Arthur watches as the life fades from those eyes that used to be the first thing he would see every morning
This time it’s Arthur’s turn to wait because they share one soul. While one is dead, the other cannot die. While both are alive, neither are safe. They will always find each other again, but there’s no telling how long the other will have to wait.
Merlin was still out of it by the time Arthur arrived. His fever spiked again and caused Morgana to fuss with a cloth on his forehead. A couple times he stopped breathing but Gaius managed to get him to come back. "Whatever this poison is laced with, its causing the effects to be a lot stronger." The physician said mournfully. "We can only hope Arthur will be steadfast in his return." Le Fay countered as the prince stormed in the door suddenly. "Arthur. Not a moment too soon. I was beginning to think I needed the king to send a search party." The ward told him and she noticed the mood he was in. She took the flower gently and nodded without arguing.
They made quick work of it. Gaius did have to resort to magic to aide the tonic or else it wouldn't have worked. As they gave it to him, he stopped breathing only to come back while Morgana was hugging the old man. "Gross, she's old enough to be your granddaughter." Merlin barely remembered all that occurred but Le Fay seemed more than happy he was back because she had kissed him in a fit of relief.
When his parents appeared, Hunith refused to leave his side and babied him the entire time. Gaius told them he needed to rest to regain his strength and he could do so in his chambers with help. Nuallian was just thankful to be alive. He did remember Arthur climbing with spiders trying to attack him. It was strange to think he had any link with the prince. Was it something he missed? Going into his guest chambers, he sat with pillows behind his back. Morgana finally went to get some rest after he reassured her he was indeed fine. While he watched the flames in his fireplace, he wondered how the blonde was holding up.
Arthur could tell as soon as Merlin was okay without being told. It was like he could actually breathe again, where before it had been tight and constricted. A servant did inform him that the visiting royal was awake and well, which truthfully, he was relieved to hear. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and handed off his training weapons to one of the servants nearby and left the training grounds. He found himself in his chambers after having demanded a bath be filled. The Prince sat a long time in that water, long enough that it went cold. He finally got himself out and dried off.
With a sigh, he looked outside. It was growing dark. Servants would be sending Merlin a meal by now. Maybe he should at least go check on him, even if he was resentful of the whole situation. Dressed in fresh clothes and feeling a little better than before, Arthur went toward Merlin’s chambers. He knew where they were and they were not far from his own. Though he caught Queen Hunith leaving them as he was headed toward them. The woman hugged him in her gratitude and it caught him off guard. He patted her on the back and told her to think nothing of it, he would save anyone. It was true. He would have done it for a servant as well, loathe as his father would be to hate that of him.
“You’re a good man, Arthur,” the Queen said as she rested a gentle hand on the cheek. She pat him there before bidding him goodnight and leaving him alone to see her son. Were he anyone else, she might not allow him to visit Merlin so late. But he was not a horny teenager anymore and he did not act on those whims nearly as much these days. With his upcoming wedding, it would be atrocious for him to do so anyway. Though Arthur shuddered at the thought of getting married. Uther had been allowed to marry for love. Why couldn’t he? It was more than unfair.
Arthur knocked on the chamber doors before he let himself inside. Merlin sitting at the dining table as expected, a tray of food must have just been brought to him when the Queen left. Likely she went to join her husband for dinner. “How are you doing?” Arthur noted that there was more color in Merlin’s cheeks than before and he looked almost like the young man he had met before the poisoning incident. There was still a hint of sickness to him, but he knew that some rest would get rid of that. And whatever vile Gaius had clearly left the man on the bedside table would help him too.
HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT ACTION PROMPTS.
a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented situations and actions for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to add + REVERSE to any of the prompts to change the situation and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.
CRADLE : sender picks up the injured / unconscious receiver and holds them close to their chest, carrying them to safety.
GUARDIAN : facing down a threat, sender pushes receiver back with an arm, moving to stand in front of them and protecting them with their own body.
TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye.
SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.
FLICKER : sender thinks they’re too late to save receiver and begins to mourn them / sinks in defeat and grief, holding them close, only to find through a simple action (a cough, a twitch of a hand, a murmured word) that they haven’t left them after all.
DELIRIUM : receiver wakes up to sender’s relief, only for receiver to not believe it’s really sender (that they’re imagining sender or that they don’t think sender would come for them) or that they’re finally safe.
CONCEAL : both muses have been injured or have fallen ill, though sender keeps their injury / illness secret in favor of taking care of receiver. however, as receiver gets better, sender’s injury / illness worsens from lack of care, and they wind up collapsing, their injury / illness fully revealed.
GUIDE : sender has been injured, but their skills are needed to help with the muses’ current situation (an escape plan, tending a wound, or diffusing a weapon, for example). sender has to walk receiver through the procedure, all the while trying to stay conscious.
SAVIOR : receiver is at the mercy of a threat, and all seems lost, only for sender to suddenly burst in and come to their rescue, bearing weapons and all the protective spirit they can muster, to the relief / confusion / anger of receiver.
LAST RESORT : injured / sick and alone after an encounter with a threat or a run-in with a dangerous situation, sender finds themself at receiver’s door, coming to them because they have nowhere else to go.
𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋.
basically i got thinking abt like. you know when you watch a movie, or read a book, and characters go into a room or they do a particular thing together, and you just KNOW it’s building up to something, and it could be literally anything, from a kiss to a murder, but SOMETHING will DEFINITELY happen??? yeah. this is a love-letter to those glorious scenes! i hope you all enjoy!
[ ROAD TRIP ]: the sender and receiver embark on a road trip together; the purpose could be anything at all, but what’s important is that the journey lasts at least several hours. additionally, the sender and receiver are the only people in the car!
[ BARED SOULS ]: the sender and receiver spontaneously go skinny dipping together in the middle of the night while visiting an isolated lake. go wild! maybe the sender finds the receiver already skinny dipping, maybe it’s the other way round, who knows! you do! maybe.
[ NIGHT-TIME STROLLS ]: the sender decides to walk the receiver home from an event late one night. and it’s very late; so late that they might as well be the only people left in the world. it’s just them and the quiet night sky, and conversations of all kinds are easy to come by.
[ TOP OF THE WORLD ]: one of the muses finds the other on the roof-top in the middle of the night. neither of them want to sleep, and so they sit together for the remainder of the night until the sun comes up, content to sit and talk and exist with each other.
[ STEPPING BACK ]: while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs.
[ NO VACANCIES ]: both characters are in a position where they must share a hotel room together; not so bad, until they realize the only room left has one bed and no sofa in it. paired with a carpet that not even a worst enemy would be subjected to, the two must share the bed.
[ WRONG ROOM ]: after a long day, and a hotel with many vacancies, the two muses part ways to go to bed. only, one of them ends up waking in the middle of the night, and shows up at the other’s doorstep, knocking and asking to come in, for reasons unknown to the other muse.
[ NIGHT-INGALE ]: after being badly beaten, one muse shows up on the other muse’s doorstep, pleading for help. the other obliges, brings them in and gently cleans their wounds, bandaging them up, helping them as much as they can while quiet confessions and gentle pleas happen. basically, angst and emotion and hurt and comfort, and it’s DELICIOUS–
[ VISITING HOURS ]: upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside.
Merlin was one to rush things. After all with Freya, he had them running away and having a life together. That was years ago. Centuries away. "Times have changed Arthur. People jump for a lot less." His cheeks burned when he questioned him more. Since the king woke up from the lake, he had to teach him the times. Did he learn nothing when he told him that boyfriends lived together for years before thinking of marriage? "Court? Arthur... courting is a thing of the past. If you want to be with me, just tell me."
This was a side of Merlin that he wasn't used to. In fact, Arthur had been pretty sure that he wasn't interested in him that way at all. But the man pushing him on his gave him some idea. "That's appalling. Whatever happened to learning about each other?" And he felt he needed to again, with this new version of Merlin and for himself too. His ears were beginning to turn a little red too and Arthur felt incredibly embarrassed. His hands fumbled in his lap as he avoided the warlocks gaze. "How was I to know that?" Rushing into things was not something Arthur enjoyed, no matter how often his father had tried to get him to rush into marriage years ago. "I ... ," he swallowed, feeling nervous and wishing that he didn't feel that way. "This is all ... much more than I expected, Merlin."
@fatheredlegend said: "I'm too old for this shit." Merlin pinched his nose and then got up. Grabbing Arthur, he yanked him to his feet and went to pull him into the bedroom. The door closed behind him with magic as he threw the former king on the bed. "If you want to fuc/k, just say it." / inspired by this.
Arthur blinked over at him. Being manhandled by Merlin was ... well ... hot. But he wasn't going to admit that. "I ... what?" His cheeks warmed as he realized what Merlin was saying. "You should know, it's completely improper to just jump straight away to ... that." Merlin had changed a lot more than he had expected, that was for sure. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat there as well. "I ... erm ... shouldn't we court properly first?" Was that the term these days? He didn't know.
Post return Arthur but :
Arthur : *starting their usual eye-fucking*
Merlin, 1500 years old : I'm too old for this shit
Arthur : what?
Merlin : *slap random villain number 5 on the wall* I'm coming back for you in three days! *drag Arthur toward the bedroom and throw him on the bed*
