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@oncexfuturexking
Arthur: *risks his life for Merlin*
Arthur: *risks Camelot's future for Merlin*
Arthur: *sends search party out for Merlin*
Arthur: *only accepts Merlin as his manservant*
Arthur: *drags Merlin everywhere*
Arthur: *plans an alternative life away from everything and includes Merlin in it as if completely obvious and absolutely necessary*
Arthur: idk why everyone acts like I show Merlin any preference i don't even like him
Merlin was getting cold.
He was having quite enough of this frolicking in the woods and decided to quit the joke and guide them home. He promptly turned in the opposite direction they were in - stupid Arthur - and within the hour had them back at his flat in the Dragon district.
“Judgey,” He grunted, taking off his coat. “We can’t all live like Kings, sire. My studio apartment will just have to due for now, Mister High and Mighty.”
He liked his living accommodations, thank you very much.
He spun around from hanging his coat up and Arthur was giving him a weird look. Sort of like the “I want you” smirk he gave chicken at supper. He shifted, fidgeting, unsure what the look meant in relations to him. He was not chicken.
He was about to comment, probably a really funny and witty comment, when Arthur breathlessly said his name and THEN CAME IN FOR LANDING.
As soon as his lips made contact with the blond’s, his magic surged in a way that felt warm and natural. Like all this time, his magic was just settling into his blood and bones, waiting for the day it could flow over Arthur. It seemed to like him. He hoped Arthur hadn’t noticed, but the sudden heat that was coming over them in waves couldn’t be denied. In fact, Merlin can’t remember ever feeling this good before.
And then reality came crashing down.
That just happened. He just kissed Arthur Pendragon. And liked it.
Kissing Arthur was all well and good (and by “all well and good” he meant electrifyingly arousing and basically real harlequin, but you know, same thing), but now that the moment was gone, Merlin wanted to know what this all meant. He knew there was passion behind the kiss - and damn, had Merlin’s magic responded in an entirely new and enthralling way - but just because he’d felt something utterly titillating (no one should find out he used that word. Even if in thought) didn’t mean Arthur wanted to go anywhere with it. True, the blond had initiated the kiss, and seemed to have put a great deal of planning into it, but it could very well just be a means of welcoming in the New Year. And why couldn’t he just have faith that Arthur fancied him?
As soon as he was done kissing Arthur his first coherent thought past “That felt really good why did he stop?” was “I am a weird combination of frozen - look it’s cold okay? - and aroused.” Which led to a whole new slew of weird thoughts that Merlin would rather not be having; he was enough of an oddball as it was. He didn’t need to give Arthur legitimate reason to call him an idiot. (Or worse, take back all the emotion that was just poured into that kiss.)
He was still for a while after they parted. Stewing in a pool of mixed emotions (most of which centered around smitten, though) he stood idly, awkwardly, in the middle of his own home.He was shivering harshly now, but all he could think about was how sporadic and fickle Arthur’s feelings seemed to be. When they first met, it was hate at first sight - for lack of a better phrase - and continued in awkward “loathing but flirting” for months after that. He was guilty of making rash opinions of Arthur, but to be fair, Arthur had done a smashing job of proving them right. But as time went on and Merlin had to spend day after day, hour after hour with Arthur he learned that despite the truth to the rumors, the cause of Arthur’s behavior had been severely overlooked. There was such a good man in Arthur, one Merlin was so proud to see, proud to witness when that man dared to come out. When he had first tasted the man Arthur could be, he had been immediately set on bringing him out every chance he got.
But the problem still remained. Arthur would switch between Prince Charming to all around prat in a matter of seconds. One minute he was caressing Merlin’s inner thigh and the next it was just “clean this, Merlin”, “don’t be such a girl, Merlin”, “do you ever not fall down?” He seemed so set in hating him, that to any onlookers, their relationship would seem easily explainable. They hated each other. Plain and simple. But to them, to Merlin and Arthur (just Arthur, not Uther’s son), they knew the banter was said in jest. The insults and jabs meant to be taken lightly. They were more than “master and servant” or “King and warlock”, they were friends.
Or, now, after that display, maybe they were more than that.
Or, or, Arthur was already regretting his decision, considering he was averting Merlin’s gaze with disturbing ferocity.
He was breathless for awhile before looking up at Arthur, “What?”
As the moment passed, Arthur stood dumbfounded with his eyes still steadily glancing at Merlin. He quickly cleared his throat, before his head jerked in discomfort. “ Don’t be an idiot and just stand there, make yourself useful Merlin. Fetch me a blanket. It’s cold in here” With the words leaving his throat in almost a supercilious tone, Arthur was able to conceal his anxiety over the kiss. The kiss was invigorating and truthfully, Arthur never wanted to stop but it also brought a sense of uneasiness in regards to where this would lead their friendship. Arthur was comfortable with Merlin being his friend, but this was now uncharted territory that he may not be ready for. The king’s eyes directly found themselves gazing around. It was odd noticing the different items Merlin had placed. Some of the things seemed to have come from Camelot. Arthur at a distance saw books he had read numerous times. He enjoyed history, which would be a surprise to most but not Merlin, Merlin seemed to know more about him than Gwen did, which was to be expected, they kind of never separated and he often chose to spend time with Merlin over his wife.
Camelot was Arthur’s home, his heart and it was hard being far from it while not knowing the state the kingdom was in or the whereabouts of his men. Despite that all, Arthur did take comfort in the fact that he had the best part here with him, Merlin. Yes, he was an ill-mannered and uncoordinated clotpole most of the time, but Arthur still cherished Merlin. He enjoyed being around him more than anyone, which was the hidden reasoning on why Merlin was always assisting Arthur and his knights on missions; though he’d never tell him that out loud, Merlin was too much of a clotpole to deserve that kind of compliment. Merlin was more than a servant and more than a friend. Arthur could never really define it, just felt it. Uther never understood his obligation to defend or protect his servant, but Arthur needed Merlin by his side, always had. In his final days when the two were separated briefly, it was as if a part of him was misplaced. Arthur’s heart broke when Merlin didn’t come with him, they were a package deal.
The bottom line of Arthur’s lips stretched into a wide smile as he turned his glance back to Merlin. “ I really do need to learn to think before I speak” He said pragmatically before proceeding further with another remark. “ Don’t say anything” The king responded briskly before pointing his right finger at the edge of Merlin’s nose. “I’m sorry, I can get it myself” Arthur’s hues once more fell on Merlin, as the right crook of his mouth twisted into a wider smile. There was so much that needed to be said between the two. In fact they had not talked about Arthur’s death at all or Merlin’s magic. In actuality Arthur hated thinking about all that Merlin had kept from him over the years or how angry Arthur had been at him. He loved him, which is why it hurt so bad, everyone had lied to him, even Merlin. Arthur’s gaze lingered onto Merlin’s for another prolonged moment with his eyes staring at the other’s lips once again. The king didn’t want to talk about this, whatever this was at the moment because then he’d have to admit his feelings for Merlin, which was difficult for him, always had been. Feelings were intimidating,it was better to ignore them. When Arthur was dying he did realize what he felt for Merlin, what had been there the whole time but he was too blinded to acknowledge. In his last moments, all he wanted was to die in the arms of the one he truly loved and hope that one day to see him again. With moments passing, Arthur stepped closer to Merlin, leaving little space of distance between the two. The king could smell Merlin’s hot breath which was enticing as he leaned in close and shut his eyes while cupping his lips around Merlin’s tongue and then around his top lip, kissing him again. Arthur’s right hand brushed itself against Merlin’s chin.
“What on earth is that? Why do I keep seeing that in the sky?”
Merlin ducked, bringing the hand not latched onto Arthur’s to rub the back of his skull. “Oy!” His grin betrayed the exclamation however, making it clear he wasn’t really angry. In truth, he felt at peace, back home, like everything was on track and his entire life hadn’t crumbled with Arthur’s last breath. Their banter was poetic, in a way, in that the words and jibes mingled together effortlessly. The bard may take weeks to correctly formulate a verse, to find the right words that send a profound message, but they’re simple; letters and syllables on a page, but they’re also music, art, and so was the insults between him and Arthur.
He shivered against Arthur, whether from the cold or the King’s touch, he didn’t know. Arthur’s fingers brushing over his palm tickled slightly, but not enough to make him squirm. Instead he let out a soft sigh and curled his toes inside his shoes. He grunted appreciatively, realizing then that all the warlock needed was Arthur’s hand in his, some well placed quips, and he’d be happy.
Arthur was his panacea. His healing force and cure-all. The haunted shadows that danced in Merlin’s irises dimmed when the king rose from the dead. Wrinkles and worry lines that creased the otherwise pallid and untouched complexion of Merlin’s forehead seemed to wane, the hurt, violence, and loss of his life momentarily forgotten when he caught sight of those bright blue eyes emerging from the water.
“That, my liege, was an airplane,” He said as way of explanation, intentionally not elaborating because Arthur’s confused grimace was hilarious.
“Except your weight,” He grinned. “That seems to have changed quite….dramatically.”
“A what?” The question arose from Arthur's lips as his right eyebrow lifted with his hues still fixated on the sky. “ Just say you don’t know what it is Merlin” The left corner of his mouth curled into a smirk with the words leaving Arthur’s mouth rigorously. The banter continued, as the king's lips stretched into a solemn expression. With their hands still intertwined, Arthur turned his glance back to the shabby looking male with black hair. The bottom brim of his mouth extended into a wide smile with an expression of fondness appearing in his eyes. His gaze lingered onto Merlin for a prolonged moment, longer than they should have. Though Arthur wasn’t sure how long he had been gone, what he was certain of, was Merlin was here now and truth be told, the only one he couldn't really imagine his life without. Even if he didn’t do his chores, Arthur just didn’t like the idea of Merlin not being around. He loved him, and despite how difficult it may be to admit out loud or even to himself, Arthur desperately hoped Merlin knew that to some extent. As Arthur heard another ill-mannered remark fall from Merlin's lips, the king almost let out a laugh until his head fell down, glancing at his stomach for a brief second. “ It is not!” He demanded before proceeding with a slight frown. “It is called being built, Merlin” Arthur said in a self-assured yet mocking tone. Before another response could follow, a genuine smile appeared on both brims of lips. Arthur removed Merlin’s hand, placing his arm around Merlin’s neck instead. “ Let’s go”
The two walked for a while until Merlin finally led them to the building that they would find rest in. As Arthur stepped inside the apartment, he removed his arm from Merlin’s neck but left little space between the two. The blue hues circled around the apartment, followed by Arthur scrunching his eyebrows in almost a disapproving glance. “ Quite small.” He responded amicably while noticing the confined space of the area. His eyes soon met Merlin’s with his fingers grazing their tips across Merlin’s hand. Arthur held a lingering and fetching gaze on his servant. Silence filled the distance between the two for a moment, before Arthur took another subtle step closer. Tension rising once again. His blue hues veered down, with his eyes glancing at Merlin’s lips. Arthur nipped at his bottom lip, but no words were spoken. “Merlin...” He spoke the other’s name quietly with his eyes still fixated on his lips. No movements were made at first until Arthur leaned in closer to Merlin, and without thinking, pressed his lips against the male’s. The touch of Merlin’s lips was much more gentle than he had expected. Arthur’s mind told him to pull away immediately, he had a wife, though he couldn't seem to will himself to do so. The king’s heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of his stomach, and the spark that had been denied all those years began the rigorously run through his entire body. It was a feeling Arthur was almost unfamiliar with. He had kissed Guinevere many times, but it had never felt quite like this. Arthur would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit on occasion he had imagined what it would like to feel the touch of Merlin’s lips, but he couldn't, he had a wife and kingdom to put first.
Luke felt confused when he was scolded of how he was to speak to him. He didn’t mean to be disrespectful and the last person that told him to watch his tone was his father which that thought made him roll his eyes, not physically he would never disrespect a King but his father definitely hadn’t earned that right to tell him that so Luke shrugged his shoulders innocently, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He added as he bit his lip. He still wasn’t sure what he was talking about but he made a special note to himself to be extra polite when it came to a King. He was no stranger to being around Royalty considering his sister was Princess of Alderaan but it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous being around a King.
They walked in silence for a few moments, Luke feeling a little bit awkward that he probably gave off the wrong impression which is the last thing he meant to do. However, when Arthur started talking about Merlin, he couldn’t help but smile. They definitely seemed to adore each other just had a hard time confessing it. A thought crossed his mind that maybe he could help them somehow. Sometimes it took another person to give that little push and he could tell those two would be great together, “Oh you don’t have to worry! Your secret is definitely safe with me!” Luke informed him happily. It felt as if he was getting special information, information that only he knew and since it felt like he was often times that last to know about things, especially around this place, it was comforting being privy to something like this. Although, Luke wouldn’t dare question Arthur about it considering it was none of his business. It didn’t stop him from smiling however, “Call it a hunch but something tells me Merlin could say the same about you … He trailed off, a little embarrassed he spoke out anyway, covering his mouth with his hand, “I am sorry that wasn’t my business.” He stammered, trailing just a bit farther behind Arthur now. He definitely didn’t seem as easy-going as Merlin but more straight-forward and to the point which he also appreciated. He agreed about the loyal and respectful men it was always more about the people than the bloodline. “Of course! It’s always about who you are, not where you come from I—” Mindless questions? Luke scrunched up his face, “well excuse me for trying to get to know you, not much for conversation, are you?” It was out before he could pull it back, nodding his head with a sigh of acknowledgement he probably would hear it from Arthur. “I know, I know, presence of a king. Sorry I guess I ask that I get the same respect from you about my mindless questions, SIRE.” He informed him, “but Merlin he should be right over here.” He gestured with his arm in the direction where they were heading but just farther down the way, “and I know he will be very happy to see you.”
As Arthur heard an apology leave the other man, he paused momentarily before dipping his head in a polite nod. “No there is no need to apologize. You’re right.” The words fell from his brim sleekly. A thin breath of air escaped from the king’s mouth, as Arthur rested his lips together before proceeding with a further remark. “ I just don’t like the idea of not knowing where he is.” He responded in an apprehensive tone. His eyes tightened with an uneasy expression following. Silence filled the space as Arthur walked ahead. His mind circling in thoughts over this new land, but the one thing that still remained was his bond with Merlin. Arthur always found himself needing Merlin more than he ever admitted. There was much more to their relationship and had always had this underlying connection between the two. They were more than just king, manservant, and friend, but he couldn’t, acknowledge that, not with Guinevere as his wife. Being a king there came certain responsibilities and tasks that he must fill; which sometimes Arthur was unsure of what to do, however, Merlin’s words or presence brought Arthur comfort, especially in the darkest moments of the war. Moments where it often felt hopeless. Sometimes just seeing his goofy smile was the only ease necessary. There had been countless moments in which Guinevere had tried to bring him comfort, whether it was through her words or preparing a meal, but Arthur had always preferred the way Merlin did it and made that no secret, not even to his wife. “Call it a hunch but something tells me Merlin could say the same about you” With the words leaving Luke’s mouth, the crook of Arthur’s right lip twisted into a faint and abashed smile.
“ You are fond of him, aren’t you?”Arthur asked with a hint of bitterness in his tone, as his lips straightened. The king was uncertain on how he felt towards the other man who was guiding him to find his manservant. The tip of Arthur’s tongue brushed itself across his lips. “ He’s very loyal. He's always been at my side protecting me._” As the remark fell from his lips, Arthur paused before proceeding further. “Now it’s my turn.The last time I saw him, I was dying.” Arthur’s voice cracked at the memory still vivid in his mind. In his last moments, he tried to hold on for as long as he could, but he failed. He was no match for the blade but had wanted to be held by Merlin, the one who meant the most to him once last time, though Luke did not need to know any of that, that was knowledge reserved just for Arthur. As Luke snarked back at Arthur, Arthur couldn’t help but let out a roaring laugh, throwing his head back. Both corners of his mouth stretched into a wide smile. “ You and Merlin have no grasp of manners, do you? ” Arthur asked sarcastically before sauntering his feet forward. The king extended his hand arm out while holding his sword, and used the tip to pick at the bushes in hopes to find some sign of his servant. Arthur then turned his frame back towards Luke, motioning for the other male to follow.
Okay. So, he’ll admit it, Merlin was just the slightest bit embarrassed that he practically swooned into Arthur. In his defense, the other man had just decided that they held hands now. How Arthur had thought that the action wouldn’t leave Merlin reeling was beyond him, but now he was firmly pressed into regent and he’s also pretty sure his palm is getting sweaty and he should probably wipe it one his pants but that would mean letting go—- and with that impressive jumble of thoughts Merlin tripped again. “And I thought we established that it’s rude to call people names,” Merlin said as he regained his balance. “Manners, Arthur.”
He dared to look at their linked hands for another second, triumphantly not toppling over as it hit him once again that, yeah, this was definitely a real thing. He shot a glance at the back of Arthur’s head as he dashed forward, a truly impressive eye-roll accompanying the hard glare. “Pick up your feet, Merlin,” He mocked under his breath.
The feelings had always been there. Sure, Merlin could be bias, knowing about their supposed grand destiny. He knew their ‘connection’ was supposed to run deeper than King and manservant, but that didn’t mean it had to reach a level of….of….well, Merlin didn’t really know - but he knew it - whatever it was - would be frowned upon. Like a lot of Merlin’s life, apparently. He was caught of guard by Arthur’s abrupt tone and frowned in annoyance when he used his “I’m-the-King-you’ll-obey-me” voice. Merlin didn’t move, didn’t blink, while Arthur spoke to him. The great oof was lost and, frankly, Merlin was getting bored of wandering the woods. (Unless of course they continued to walk hand-in-hand. But Merlin would never ever admit that.)
And he wanted a really big plate of french fries.
Boredom, a desire for fried potatoes, and the increasing level of sweat building in his body the longer he held Arthur’s hand all equalled one thing; time to spill the beans.
“You are going in the wron–” He stopped mid-sentence when Arthur practically turned to stone beside him. He glanced up, following the blond’s gaze, to see a commercial airplane fly overhead. Oh, fie. How was going to explain this?
“You mentioned food?”
Perfect, Merlin. Award winning explanation of modern human advancement. A+ job.
“And I thought we established that it’s rude to call people names, Manners, Arthur.” With the words leaving Merlin’s lips, Arthur tilted his neck to the side. The blue hues remained on the male, pursuing his lips out in a solemn expression. The king raised his hand and slapped the back of Merlin’s head. “ Shut up Merlin.” The words fell from his brim sleekly. The crook of Arthur’s mouth stretched into an imperious smirk. Once more, Merlin’s name fell mockingly from his lips. Merlin was so ill-mannered and seemed to forget who Arthur was.Even when the two first met, Merlin had spoken to him in a disgraceful manner. Merlin should have spent more time in the dungeon than he did over the years, but of course, then there would be no one to sharpen Arthur’s sword. Despite what Arthur may convey, he liked being around his servant, especially when the two took matters into their own hands; like going undercover late at night, while keeping their missions hidden from everyone else, including Arthur’s men.
Arthur always found himself needing Merlin more than he’d ever admitted to himself and certainly to his servant, at least until his death. Merlin had done so much for him, and he’d forever be grateful. They built his kingdom together. Being a king there came certain responsibilities and tasks that he must fill; which sometimes Arthur was unsure of what to do, however, Merlin’s words or presence brought Arthur comfort, especially in the darkest moments of the war. Moments where it often felt hopeless. Merlin always believed in him, even when Arthur didn’t believe in himself. He was a devoted companion. Of course, Arthur had his knights, they were loyal men that stood by his side, it was a great honor, but out of all, Arthur needed Merlin by his side more than anyone. Merlin wasn’t just his servant, or just his friend, there was much more to their relationship than that.There has always been this underlying connection between the two, a connection he refused to acknowledge, he couldn’t, not with Guinevere as his wife.
The blue hues of the male remained lingering on Merlin as his glance drifted down to his lips for a brief moment. Arthur nipped at his bottom lip as his eyes remained fixated on Merlin's for a prolonged moment. As Arthur’s palm turned sweaty, he released his grasp from Merlin’s, wiping his hand on the pant leg. With his eyes veering up towards the sky, Arthur’s eyebrows scrunched into confusion, before pointing to the sky. The longer he had found residence in this land, the more complex and confusing it became. “ Did you see that?” Arthur questioned Merlin before his head swiveled back in the direction of the other. He took a slight step closer to Merlin with his blue hues drifting down to Merlin’s hand and again intertwining their fingers together. Arthur brushed his thumb mildly against Merlin’s dorsal. He could feel the heat between their hands touching. “ It’s nice to see some things never change.” With the words leaving half teasingly, a subtle smile appeared across the bottom brim of Arthur’s mouth before taking another step closer.
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It had been nearly over a month since Arthur had found himself in this land in which he had no familiarity of. Still uncertain where he was but knew he was far from his land of Camelot. This was not out of the ordinary either. He had a tendency to find himself in these types of situations more times than he’d like to admit, especially with Merlin as a servant. For one who has magic, Merlin could really be a buffoon sometimes. The thought still pinched him, knowing Merlin kept it from him for so long.As Arthur’s back leaned casually against the rear of the couch, the male stared at the screen with an empty glance, before turning away. His blue hues shifted up as he languidly pulled off his crown, placing it next to him; followed by folding his hands together until hearing a knock. “ Enter.”
“— Hey! What are you doing?“
Padme saunters over and retrieves the object in question from the hands of some poor onlooker who thinks the blaster must be some misshapen object or toy. ”— don’t touch,“ she warns, but her tone friendly. ”— unless you want it to missfire .“
It had been nearly over a month since Arthur had found himself in this land in which he had no familiarity of. Still uncertain where he was but knew he was far from his land of Camelot. This was not out of the ordinary either. He had a tendency to find himself in these types of situations more times than he’d like to admit, especially with Merlin as a servant. For one who has magic, Merlin could really be a buffoon sometimes. The thought still pinched him, knowing Merlin kept it from him for so long. As Arthur touched the strange equipment, his brows stretched into an arch, as a perplexed expression filled his features, quirking his neck to the side. Suddenly he heard a fluid voice speak. Arthur pulled his sword, until seeing a lady stand before him and quickly placed his sword back into his belt. “ I’m sorry” The king’s words were apologetic as he dipped his head in a nod.Arthur’s lips dropped into a solemn expression, perching his brows up as he heard another remark leave the other. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Jacen had ventured out of his room for the first time in a while, with snoke plaguing his mind, he really hadn’t left since he was released, yet upon finding someone on his couch he froze. “Uh… You here for Jaina or did my daughter let you in? She’s got a habit of just inviting random people in that she thinks look nice.”
As a strange male walks out, Arthur turns his head with an expression of perplexity forming across his features. “Who are you?” The king paused briefly before shaking his head and placing his two index fingers under his chin, at the thought of not knowing where he was. Arthur had been certain that this was where he had been sleeping for the past while, but clearly not. Arthur’s eyebrow scrunched as a light breath of air slipped from between his lips. “Jaina?” He quirked his neck to the side with another perplexed expression.
Luke was taken aback by how humble this man was. He was a KING surely he could gloat about it just a little bit. He knew he would, well maybe not but he definitely knew he would want to deep down. In a galaxy was big as his, he didn’t even see class or someone lower than someone else especially on Tatooine there wasn’t an emphasis on royalty just everyone was sort of on the same level and that is how he viewed the world. Although he did find himself having his moments where he often felt not worthy of being a Jedi so he especially was appreciative of everyone being defined by who they are as a person, which is the way it should be. “Where I come from, titles hardly exist at all but it isn’t exactly a representation of peace. There are army ranks but those hardly define anyone it is more a representation of your accomplishments and role in keeping the peace and skills. I don’t feel judged very often. I am the biggest judge of myself I guess. I expect a lot, probably more than I should because I know where I come from and I want to live up to that.” He explained, realizing he probably said more than he needed to. What was up with him lately and saying too much than anyone cared to hear? Merlin and Arthur were quickly becoming very interesting and intriguing to him. There was just something about them both that really piqued his interest. They seemed to come from a time long ago and he never met anyone like this before. “United Kingdoms?” He asked, confused “I haven’t heard of that. Is that like a peaceful place? Everyone stands together to fight one cause?” If that was the case it was something he wouldn’t have minded being a part of. It was sort of like what the Rebel Alliance did, join together to fight for the greater good against the Empire a cause he would always be proud to serve.
He watched him curiously, the way they talked about each other seemed a little bit odd to him. They obviously meant a lot to each other but yet they often seemed to spout harsh things although Luke knew they didn’t mean them he just couldn’t figure out what the story or purpose was. HIs face dropped slightly at the mention of him not being where he needs to be. “Hey go easy on him, he seems a good guy with a big heart, you do too.” He confessed politely with a small smile, feeling foolish at the smirk from the other man, realizing he wasn’t being serious, not that he ever thought he was. The thought of Merlin being nothing but just a servant seemed a lot of wasted potential to him. He deserved much more than that, “It’s a shame Merlin is a servant. So much potential for something more, doesn’t that bother you?” He questioned anxiously, “someone you know deserves more than the life he has and there is nothing you can really do about it?” Whoa now he might be pushing it too far. What a way to talk and get to know someone you just met he scolded himself with a frustrated sigh. “I am sorry. It’s just …” No sooner was he able to start his thought when he was interrupted by Arthur saying his knights call him ‘sire,’ Luke smirked, he was a knight, maybe not the sort of knight he was referring to but it still counted. “Your knights, huh? Does this mean I get to call you ‘Sire’? Does that make me a knight?! Wait …what does this entail?” He eyed him curiously out of the corner of his eye, unsure if he was getting himself into something of if that was even a compliment or something he would want at all.
“I wish titles didn’t exist, consider yourself fortunate ” Sometimes Arthur wished he wasn’t royal, just like everyone else. Arthur was taken by surprise as he heard the remarks and questions leave the other male’s lips. “ No, The United Kingdoms is far from peaceful, though I hope one day it will be.” With his feet sauntering ahead, Arthur’s shoulders fluidly shifted forth. His lips dropped into a solemn expression, perching his brows up. “You are in the presence of a king. You should not speak to me in that manner.” He spoke in a royal and sovereign tone but still authoritative. Over the years Arthur had grown less arrogant, or at least he’d like to think so; though Merlin would probably disagree and call him a prat or pompous nonetheless, however, Arthur would be kind to the other but take no disrespect, especially from one he does not know. The tip of the leaves from the elevated trees brushed at his arm. With his right hand, Arthur began to unlatch his armor with his other hand. The king nipped at his top lip with a breath of air leaving his mouth as his neck dropped, glancing over his shoulder. The blue hues shifted and leered at the ground, thinking of Merlin and everything the two had been through. He missed him, everything about him, even hearing Merlin complaining about sharpening his armor or polishing his boots, though like the other said Merlin deserved more than just being his servant, he always had.
“Of course it bothers me. Merlin is the bravest and best man, no, the best person I know. My life would not be my life without him” As the words left his mouth, a muted smile formed on his lips briefly before he looked back to another male with a stern expression. “ If you ever repeat that, let’s just say it won’t be pleasant.” As soon as those words left, Arthur’s distressed look returned. “ I can not change aspects of a kingdom in a few short years” He pauses briefly before proceeding. “It was a hassle itself to change what I have. Knights at one point could only be knights unless they were of royal blood until I took reign. You have no control over who you were born to. I’d much rather loyal and respectful men, than those who are just of royal blood.” For one whom he did not know, the other asked way too many questions, much like Merlin. “ Can you ask me these mindless questions later, I need to find Merlin. I won’t rest until I do. Not when I am so close .” Arthur’s voice cracked as his hues grew moist but continued to walk in the direction the other male had pointed, only moments prior. Unsure of where Merlin would even be, Arthur did not care, he had to keep looking. If there was one thing he had learned over the ten years of knowing Merlin, when they were separate, everything always seemed to go array.
Merlin did want to listen to Arthur ramble; even if it was about how he was absolutely not lost (he was). He’d never say it out loud - and if you asked him he’d deny it, smile, and change the subject so quick you’ve feel wind hit your face as the previous subject raced away - but he had actually begun to like hearing Arthur talk. Not about stupid, pompous things like the tournaments, or his fancy new swords that Merlin had to clean and sharpen anyway. No, what Merlin liked hearing was about Arthur’s love of history and the classics. How even though his eyes would glaze over when Merlin spoke about biology and magic, Arthur would actually keep up a semi-intelligent conversation about the old books he keeps in the back of his bookshelf (left-most corner and “Merlin, you can only touch them to dust them, they’re fragile, you clumsy idiot”).
He laughed as Arthur spoke, his plan going accordingly, and realized then that he had developed a laugh reserved only for Arthur. He was a genuinely quiet, albeit enthusiastic person, and rarely gave a full eye-crinkling-laugh-out-oud kind of laugh, but Arthur managed to wrestle it out of him on more than one occasion.
My Arthur laugh. Yeah, Merlin liked that.
Merlin was about to reply, and clarify their whereabouts, when Arthur promptly grabbed his hand and sauntered in the (still) wrong direction. His retort was abruptly cut off and…. was Arthur Pendragon holding his hand?
The tops of his ears flushed a bright red and he nearly shouted, “very funny, Arthur, I’m not a maiden.” But.. well, he didn’t want Arthur to let go. He kept his jaw firmly shut and let Arthur guide him.
He stumbled a few times as they walked, his eyes too hyper focused on their locked hands to pay attention to where he was going. He was absolutely transfixed.
Then Arthur stopped. And in true Merlin fashion, he didn’t notice and tumbled softly into Arthur’s side - letting himself linger there for a moment, letting himself remember the way the King’s armor felt against his palm. “You can admit it, you great conceited prat. You’re lost.”
As Merlin collided with the side of Arthur’s shoulder, Arthur languidly turned his neck towards him, with his eyebrows stretching into an arch. His blue hues fell back on Merlin in a lingering gawk. The tip of Arthur’s tongue brushed itself over his top lip, followed by nipping at his bottom. “ I thought we had established you weren't an entirely clumsy idiot anymore.” The words fell from the brim of Arthur’s mouth in a half-pompous tone with his smirk returning, before proceeding further. “Pick up your feet Merlin” The name slid from Arthur almost mockingly while his gaze remained stagnant on his servant for an extended moment. Though he didn’t remember much about dying, other than trying to memorize Merlin’s face, Arthur did know he missed him, everything about him, even saying his name over the last 1000 years or seeing him smile. Arthur missed Merlin complaining about sharpening his armor or polishing his boots, though Merlin deserved more than just being his servant, always had. He missed their talks of history that the two would have when they were alone, far away from the knights or walking the castle on some mission that Arthur refused to tell anyone about besides Merlin, though Merlin would talk way too much when doing so.
“I am not lost, we are almost there. Now, what you should be concerned about is not our whereabouts but what we should find for food later.” Just like that Arthur had quickly changed the subject.The crook of Arthur’s mouth curled into a muted but genuine smile, the only true smile one would see minus when he smiled at Gwen, but his with Merlin was different, more exuberant. Arthur would never admit that to himself and certainly not to that clotpole. It was amusing really how much they had changed since their first meeting when Arthur tried to take Merlin’s head off with a mace. Though at the time he had thought Merlin just got lucky, days before his death he learned he used magic, cheated. Now, he could smile about it. He needed Merlin, more than he needed his knights and even his wife, and not just for him to do his chores but because he liked being around him more than anyone. He took a hushed step closer to Merlin, once again leaving little space for the distance between them. Tension rising. His hues veered down to Merlin’s lips, and again Arthur’s became lost in Merlin’s eyes until quickly turning away. The king fiddled his hands slightly, brushing his thumb against the dorsal of Merlin’s hand, still holding it tightly and then begun to saunter once again in the wrong direction. Suddenly the king halted his feet as he heard a loud deafening sound from the sky. Perching his neck up, Arthur's mouth coiled into an oval as he saw an unusual figure cross by in the sky.
#the gayest scene to ever gay
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Replies done (: now onto Anakin (:
biggest surprise since arriving in Salem? if any?
“That sorcery is still in existence”
favorite person? top 3 if you can't pick one
“Don’t be a simpleton. I don’t have a favorite person. All the people of my kingdom are of equal importance to me. Merlin, he may be clotpole who doesn’t listen to anything I say, but I want him by my side, always.”
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Are you missing anyone right now?
“My knights, my men. I do not like the idea of them thinking I have abandoned them, I would never do that, just as I know they would never do that me either.”
