#bbc daegal

[gldnstrngs]

does anyone else think abt the fact that morgana in 05x08 likely chose daegal as the one to manipulate merlin bc he reminded him sm of his younger self ☹️☹️☹️

[tongjaitongjai]

I want Daegal live! AU, where he survived and became Merlin’s apprentice and Merlin just particularly adopted him. Merlin ADORED the boy, and Daegal highly respected Merlin and helped him share the burden of secrets.

And it became unofficial known that people needed Daegal’s approval if they want to court Merlin, and Merlin was OBLIVIOUS to this.

Daegal, however, took his position seriously and became the ultimate gatekeeper. Not even the king of Camelot could get through him easily. Daegal also lowkey hated it when Arthur didn’t treat Merlin nicely because he knew about the behind-the-scenes stuff/ secret missions Merlin’d done for Arthur.

Arthur: where is Merlin? Tell him I am taking him to a hunting trip with me tomorrow

Daegal: Why should I let him go with you?

Arthur:

Arthur: I am the King of Camelot.

Daegal: Any remarkable skill from your job as the king that can tell me that you can make Merlin happy during this ‘hunting trip’?

Arthur: I AM LITERALLY THE KING OF CAMELOT AND HE IS MY SERVANT

Daegal: And?

Arthur:

Arthur: What the hell is going on I just want Merlin on a hunting trip with me.

Daegal: Merlin hates hunting. Come back when you are taking him to do something he actually enjoys.

Arthur: I AM THE KING OF CAMELOT AND I WILL NOT ANSWER TO THE LIKES OF YOU

Daegal: I saved your life once and this is how you treat me? I am telling Merlin you yelled at me and being classist.

Arthur:

Arthur: Fine! i will take him to a nice picnic next week?

Daegal: Do submit the trip’s proposal two days in advance

Daegal: Also, he cannot go on the hunting trip with you tomorrow because he hates hunting, and I don’t want him doing things he hates. I will be sick tomorrow, and Gaius is away, so he must stay to take care of me.

Arthur:

Arthur: YOU ARE INSANE

Daegal: THE KING IS YELLING AT ME. MERLI—-

Arthur (covering Daegal’s mouth): The proposal will be ready by tomorrow.

He was closed to Mordred as they shared great respect for Merlin. But Mordred is the number one Merthur shipper. So, they are like siblings, but one wants their parents divorced while another is convinced that their parents are soulmates. (Also, Mordred might be a bit bitter that Merlin took Daegal as an apprentice but kept avoiding him.)

Mordred: This is ridiculous, Daegal. Just let them go. Despite what you might think, Merlin enjoys being with Arthur.

Daegal: BUT HE HATES HUNTING AND THE KING INSULTS HIM EVERYTIME THEY GO HUNTING!!!

Mordred: You cannot take away their time together! You just don’t like it when Merlin is away. Stop being so CHILDISH!!!

Daegal: CHILDISH!? SAID SIR KNIGHT MORDRED, WHO ALMOST CRIED WHEN MERLIN DID NOT WAVE BACK TO HIM LAST WEEK! YOU CRYBABY! THIS IS WHY MERLIN DOESN'T LIKE YOU!

Mordred: MOTHERFUC——

Merlin: Sir Mordred, are you insulting my apprentice just because he is lower ranked and younger than you?

Mordred: No, Emrys, but this boy is trying to separate you from the king—-

Daegal: SIR MORDRED WAS THE ONE WHO BROKE YOUR FAVOURITE GREEN POT LAST WEEK. YOU WOULDN’T TALK TO HIM SO HE SNEAKED INTO THE TOWER TO SEE YOU AND KNOCKED IT OFF THE SHELF!

Mordred: BITCH YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER TELL—-

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Merlin's Magic and Albion

boom new edit just dropped ⬇️

It’s like he did all this magic for Arthur and for Albion and it has benefited everyone… except him and Arthur.

[pyjamacryptid]

The Romance Section

A ficlet I wrote in one sitting to see if I could 😅

TW: Accidental voyeurism, but barely anything is seen. It’s all fluff. First kiss. Merthur.

The search for a singular book should not be as arduous a journey as the trek to Moria, Daegal thought to himself.

The maze of his university’s library was a magical place, sure, but in the sense that only witchcraft could cause every single person to find themselves lost in it, at least once. Remembering the time he’d found himself in the psychology section instead of the botany section, Daegal had asked one of the librarians for the specific location of his book. The librarian had been a young man but he’d sighed like an ancient one when he scrawled across the scrap of paper and slid it across the desk to Daegal. Feeling awkward, he’d scurried off and moments later he found himself lost.

What an odd phrase, Daegal thought idly. To find himself lost. But he was. Very very very lost.

Daegal could hear but it was so indistinct it only confused him further. Pages rustled, a pencil scratched paper, keyboards clacked, a person coughed, a slight whisper.

The shelves were made of oak and just as tall as an oak, it seemed. They towered over Daegal and their canopy shaded him from the fluorescent lights. They wore signs; the framed paper next to him read 130 PARAPSYCHOLOGY AND OCCULTISM. Psychology was on the other end of the library from where he started, and he’d started at 400! He had been trying to find 500! How on earth had he ended up here again?

He sighed long and deep, his head so slumped forward he looked like a cane made of jelly. Well, this was the 100 section - in terms of the DDC anyway - so it was only logical that he’d just follow the shelves numerically until he reached 580, right? Mind made up, Daegal walked back the way he had come.

Ten minutes later, Daegal had bravely discovered the Literature section (Class 800) and was seconds from shouting. This being the quiet section of the library was the point; it would summon a librarian in moments who’d carry him off to safety kick him out instantly. Daegal, unfortunately, was a polite and responsible young lad and kept his mouth shut.

It was good he did because he heard indistinct quiet voices, much closer than any he’d heard in a while. Perhaps only an aisle or two away, even. This was good! If he found who belonged to the voices, they could hopefully direct him back to civilisation! (And not get him further lost).

Daegal crossed an aisle and then came upon a little nook. It was a small, square space bordered by two sets of shelves and two walls that joined into a corner. This must be one of the back walls of the library, Daegal surmised and, by the looks of the desks and armchairs, a desirable and cosy little place to read, too. If one could find their way out again, that is.

As he came upon the threshold of this small nook (the bordering shelves on either side of him), the voices - though still hushed - grew louder by proximity. It sounded like two people, unless someone wasn’t speaking of course. He looked about and there, to the left, was the back of a narrow head covered in dark, cropped hair and framed by overly large ears— Was that Professor Pryce? The head turned towards Daegal ever so slightly and— yes! It was! Red scarf and all!

Professor Merlin Pryce was his teacher for the history of plants in medicine this semester. It was Daegal’s favourite class, so far. Professor Pryce was a favourite of students, especially since he did all he could to make the subject interesting.

“I near developed atrophy when I took this class myself, it was so droll,” he’d told them. His guest lecturer, Dr Gaius Wynne-Jones, had smacked him round the head for that. Daegal had been shocked until the student beside him had informed him they were related or something.

Back in the library, Daegal opened his mouth to greet his professor like a shipwrecked man that had finally spotted a boat—

A second voice spoke, it’s owner just out of view, and Daegal suddenly remembered Professor Pryce wasn’t alone. Unable to escape his curse of politeness, Daegal peeked around the shelf he stood next to. It could be nothing, just idle conversation, but he didn’t want to interrupt or impose. Yes, this was technically public, but this was also a very quiet, almost private corner of the library.

The owner of the second voice turned out to be a second man, perhaps the same age as Professor Pryce. He had blond hair that swept over his forehead and wore something Daegal had heard people refer to as ‘business casual’. Ironed, black trousers, nice shoes and a peacoat, left unbuttoned over a dress shirt. He stood rather close to Professor Pryce and both of them seemed comfortable enough with it that Daegal assumed they must know each other either very well, for a very long time, or both. Daegal had never seen him around so it was unlikely he was a professor here, especially if he knew Professor Pryce. Professor Smith was always waiting outside his classroom to have lunch with Professor Pryce.

Professor Pryce and his friend appeared to be in deep conversation, based on how soft spoken they remained, their closeness and the— the way they were looking at one another? Daegal didn’t want to presume. It was hard not to though, when the blond man seemed to hesitate for a moment and then, as if he got a burst of courage, took Professor Pryce’s hand in his own. Then, as if naturally and without much thought, he cradled it, ‘til the back of Professor Pryce’s hand was against his heart.

“Merlin,” he murmured, louder than he had been since, as if it had been punched out of him. “You must know I…”

His voice faded away again.

Professor Pryce scrunched his brows at their intertwined hands, as if confused, and then blinked firmly, once, as if he thought he was seeing things. Nothing changed so he looked up, into his companion’s face. Professor Pryce must see what Daegal could unmistakably see, meters away and half behind a shelf, because he said “Oh, shut up.” and swooped in.

Daegal sprung back. He had been looking to make sure he wouldn’t impose! Not to actually impose! Panicked and praying to the library gods that he wouldn’t be heard and therefore actually interrupt, he scurried away again, as far away as he could.

He hoped he actually found the Psychology section again. Instead, he stumbled across Botany. Go figure.

A/N: I gave Merlin the surname Pryce in this little fic because Pryce means “son of Rhys” (as in, ap Rhys), and ‘rhys’ is in ‘Emrys’ so I thought that was fun and decided to try it out!

[xviruserrorx]

But I am your keeper/And I hold your face away from light/I am Yours till they come/I am Yours till they come

Devil's Spoke by Laura Marling ~ Companion to "What Things Could Have Been"

[vines-in-camelot]

Gilli: Can I be frank with you guys?

Kara: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Daegal: Can I still be Daegal?

Sefa: Shh let Frank speak

[sourdough-morbread]

Role Reversal AU: Daegal is the son of Dindraine, the Court Priestess of Cornwall. He is a brave and loyal boy who insists on coming on any and all adventures Merlin goes on, regardless of how dangerous it is. Merlin and Arthur gave up on him staying years ago and started training him. 

[quotidian-oblivion]

New fic!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Literally exactly what the title says. Daegal conquers Camelot before lunch with his sweet, angelic and too-similar-to-Merlin clumsy ways. (And also causes a minor civil war.)