Just some notes on a thought I had last night. opinions on going ahead with it as a full fic
So it starts off where he hasn't heard the name in years
centuries even
that is until the eternal night
"Mordred Pendragon" the whisper in the wind chills him sending a shiver down the gothic wizard's spine but he ignores it
It's not his name
He had been planning to join the main fight in the eternal knights but he doesn't
He's ashamed of how much something so small had affected him
He avoids the source of the voice along with one of the only people capable of reassuring him after something like that
He fights off some gumm gumms he comes across but stays away from the raging magic battle a couple of miles away
It's only when the battle is over and he's made his way home exhausted and covered in dirt that he relaxes, (of course, that is entirely due to the little black fur ball curling on his chest asking what had happened. And using his real name)
Its 2 months after the eternal night when his master summons him, he had gotten so used to the nickname Douxie over the years (mostly due to the mortal struggle with pronouncing his full name) but pushing aside the mild feeling like he was going to get scolded he welcomed being Hisirdoux
The green knight is unfamiliar to him but as the guardians of Arcadia fly away from the burning bookstore he hears it again, a dark growl into the darkness
"Mordred"
Douxie is tense until they reach Merlin's study, Camelot had been the place he called his home since the beginning of his teen years and so he had many good memories there
but so many bad memories to accompany them
Merlin's tower was the only place in the castle he could block ALL of the bad memories as the only place in his childhood where he was ever completely safe
They fall through time and the teens notice how strangely the knights all act around Douxie, especially Lancelot
None of them understands why until they're in the throne room
"What were you doing with a troll, Mordred?"
Douxie has to hide his scowl of disgust as he struggles to come up with a reason that won't get him hurt or the teens
he had to protect them
None of the kids really understand the gravity of how serious it is until Arthur strikes Douxie and Morgana screams at him grabbing him and Claire while Lancelot takes Steve to the barracks and Jim is taken to the dungeons
Merlin being a father, cradling his face to assess/heal some bruising, "Hisirdoux... what happened?"
Douxie doesn't answer and just avoids eye contact hating the feelings bubbling to the surface of fear and shame and self-loathing like he was a child again
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Merlin (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Morgana & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Morgana (Merlin)
Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Dad!Merlin, De-Aged Morgana, Magic Gone Wrong, Protective Arthur
Series: Part 3 of What if Morgana was good (Where I just write things with Merlin and Morgana being happy sorcerer friends)
Summary:
"When Merlin put his arms down, Morgana was not standing before him, Merlin’s heart stuttered. Had Morgana’s magic just killed her?
He stepped forward, almost unconsciously, and then Merlin noticed the a small bundle at his feet. Before him was a little girl, she barley looked older than four years old. Morgana’s blue gown pooled around the little girl’s body. She stared up at him, with wide icy grey eyes. She blinked up at Merlin owlishly.
“Morgana?” Merlin asked carefully.
“How do you know my name?” this small Morgana asked."
or, Morgana accidentally de-ages herself and Merlin takes care of her, with the help of Arthur.
Imagine Arthur and Merlin adopting a kid and then being the literal dorkiest dads ever
Arthur would pride himself on being the “cool dad” but really he’d be the biggest dork ever. Bravely putting himself forward for any school trips or bake sales because “no one else will” when really he just wants to hang out with his kids more. Merlin would be there too, of course, but he’d be on the arts and crafts stall teaching everyone how to face paint.