#bamf merlin

[merlinmylove]

King Arthur; Why is everyone afraid of my servant? He’s as precious as a rose petal!

Meanwhile, Merlin, standing behind his throne staring down the court: Yeah, i’m precious

[ollyrewind]

Look at him. I would die for him. I would kill for him.

Either way — what bliss.

[aemelia]

Morgana doesn’t expect a warm welcome. She certainty doesn’t expect forgiveness.

But Morgause is dead, and with her, so too has the rage in Morgana died. Now, weak though she is from too little food for too long, she still feels clearer of mind than she can remember feeling in many moons—perhaps in years. The seed of rot that had flourished within, tended lovingly by her sister, has been ripped out by the roots.

And she wants to go home.

Perhaps it is madness, but—she’s also heard a rumour. Nothing more than a murmur at first, a stirring on the wind; but it’s since grown to an avalanche.

So she makes her way over the freezing barren plains of the Perilous Lands, through the thawing mountain pass of Mercia, through bramble and bracken and along soft riverbank, chill waters flowing free as spring unfurls across the land—until finally her feet touch Camelot soil.

Her heart knows it instantly. She breathes the familiar air, and weeps a little.

It takes weeks. She walks and walks, making her way down the northern road, unnoticed by other travellers. Her magic keeps her safe, keeps her unseen—until finally, finally, it's there on the horizon, a familiar outline long-branded on her eyelids; and then she’s stumbling through the lower town and slipping through the citadel gates, feet carrying her by rote.

So much is familiar; so much has changed. There's a fire in her now—the rage rekindled, but redirected. Grief and anger at how much time she has lost; how much she has missed; how much harm she has caused; how easily she had been led astray, and corrupted.

It's as she's passing across the courtyard that her feet falter for the first time since crossing the border. There, by one of the town wells, in a faded lilac gown—Gwen.

Morgana almost goes to her. But it's not time, yet.

The guards don't even blink as she slips past.

Something is carrying her forward, urging her along like a magnetic pull, a tide being drawn back to the ocean. She is being swept up in a current not of her making; this is magic, but not her own.

The throne room doors stand open already, but the way is barred—by a man who is both familiar and strange, face grim, eyes gold, power crackling in the air around him.

"Merlin." Arthur's voice is almost stable, as he places a hand on the other man's shoulder. Only those who know him well would be able to hear the tremor in it. "Let her in."

Forgiveness @merthurmicrofic and Perilous Lands @merlinbingo {435 words}

[adageyer]

text sourced from tumblr, but i can't find the post...

[cadvix]

Day 13 (officially day 15): Grimoire

This is a bit rushed, cause I am severely lacking in time right now, but whatever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also if I’m not replying to comments, my apologies. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t seem to work a lot of the time. I’ll reply as soon as it works again.

[st4rb0rnart]

Sigh… i hate them

[merrilinie]

Typical trope of the woman being better at archery than the man but the woman is Merlin and the man is Arthur (and the Knights).

It’s probably a bet or Gwaine trying to flirt with Merlin, or maybe Leon worries about his safety to the point he makes him, but one of the Knights offer to teach Merlin to shoot. They figure he’ll be safe as you normally need some distance to shoot and doesn’t require too much strength. (in the instance of Knights, they tend to not realise that a bow string is very taught and hard to pull if you want to shoot well as they are already sturdy in muscle.)

Gwaine goes to hold onto Merlin’s me show him a proper form but Merlin just scoffs and shoos him away.

Arthur finds it hilarious that Merlin is so confident as he thinks it will be funny to watch him embarrass himself, until he watched Merlin pull the bow with more ease than even the most trained archer.

Cue them watching Merlin shoot every target with as close to perfection as one can get (without controlling the wind).

Putting the bow down and blushing despite his prideful grin, Merlin just shrugs at them as if he didn’t just blow all their minds, “We had survive somehow in the village.”

Gwaine cackles with glee while Leon debates for illy picking up Arthur’s jaw.

[mandoriana]

Arthur: Good morning everyone, I'm glad you came to this meeting because I have an announcement to make.

Merlin positions himself smiling behind his king's chair.

Arthur: I have decided to revoke the law that prohibits magic!

Counselors: What! But that's ridiculous!

Merlin stares at the counselors.

Arthur: I know it will be difficult to accept, but *begins to give a speech about empathy and humanity*

Merlin turning into a demon behind Arthur to keep the counselors silent while the king speaks.

Merlin's stare - "Just agree with him."

Arthur: Understood? *hopeful*

Counselors *trembling*: Y-Yes, sir...

Merlin growls 👹

Counselors: YES MY LORD!

Arthur *radiant smile*: Great!

Merlin purrs 🥰