Oct 28, 2018
Happy Merlin Halloween 2018 Arthur had no idea his best friend Merlin not just dressed as a wizard. But it explained why their Halloween Nights always had been a bit more magical than usual.
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Happy Merlin Halloween 2018 Arthur had no idea his best friend Merlin not just dressed as a wizard. But it explained why their Halloween Nights always had been a bit more magical than usual.
You guys are simply amazing >///< I was running out of words when I saw all these messages. Thank you so, so much for every like, every reblog and every single word <3 <3
yep so I felt like drawing kid!Merlin
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原背景
You Can’t Fight Fate by Mischel 9K 有那麼一點味的清水。他們去狩獵時遇到個很強的巫師(神棍?)，說要加快他們接受自己的命運然後對他們下咒了。於是他們就各自經歷了點什麼，然後發現那咒讓他們不能離對方太遠(還是要碰著我忘了)，解咒的方法是？逗逗的www
Differences by beren 1.7K清水，正劇向。questing beast後二瑟開始注意到梅子的轉變。他發現了什麼？角色重心。fix it so early / pre-slash / kind!arthur
Breathless by tracy7307 2K 二瑟照顧病倒的、哮喘發作的梅子；hurt/comfort, fluff。然後變成了...肉湯？軟軟的日常。
The Foundling by Kiva-Taliana (FF) 47K 清水正劇向。AM要瞇起眼才看到。梅子不小心的踩到咒語變了小屁孩，二瑟跟蓋爺的對應是？要復原又要惹上多少麻煩呢？可愛!小屁孩!Merlin 父嚴!烏爸有點萌 不過是不是因為不想破壞原作(當年可還沒完)所以沒把這明顯的魔法暴露好好再大龍鳳一下？wwwwlol anyway this is nice enough i like it
Babe in the Woods ＠ wicked_mix by Ally (LJ) 20K 微肉 半逗半正劇？就一點點逗又一點點點正劇？二瑟跟梅子一次在森林打獵卻意外找到了個小嬰兒，二瑟酸著的氣為什麼自己的僕人都沒空理自己了，怎料回到城堡更是出現在其他人身上。二瑟心想Camelot只著要一個被寵壞的混帳而那就是他好不好！小嬰兒可不是這麼想呢。想看二瑟跟梅子會怎麼養娃的話可看看這篇。(雖然裡面也只是好幾個鏡頭)
＿＿＿ by Anonymous (LJ Merlin Anonymous kink meme) 無疾而終meme。的5樓LJ字數，整個開頭也不錯，但就是只有開頭，沒有中間跟結尾。兩個二瑟梗：梅子咒語出錯然後出現了兩個二瑟，(本應發展成)名符其實的AMA。兩個二瑟也霸道又滿是佔有慾，表現得像爭玩具的小孩(本應?)... 沒完結真的好可惜啊...得要是有誰要接續這故事就好了...(遠目)
A pencil sketch of a cute kid!merlin. Or better the result of a really boring geography hour! This sketchy art is mine and it would be wonderful if you didn't repost it or deleted the caption! Thank you ^_^
Turns out Merlin cried because he thought Arthur made him pregnant.
They’re obviously a little younger, I thought around 5 or 6...
Guys, you need to go reed this fic I found. It’s absolutely amazing and I love it. Really, worth the time to read.
Week 4
It was the afternoon before Christmas, and in the lounge room of the Emrys’ house, two little boys sat by the tree, conspiring in a whisper as quiet as a mouse.
“What do you mean, never?” Merlin asked, wrinkling his tiny nose in honest confusion. He shook his head, making the bell on his elf hat jingle.
“Don’t you know what ‘never’ means?” Arthur replied, tapping one of the baubles on the Christmas tree to watch it bounce, then looking over his shoulder to see if anyone had caught him. No one had, so, careful to still be gentle, he did it again.
“Of course I know what ‘never’ means, Arthur,” Merlin said. “I’m not an idiot. But how come you’ve never gone to see Santa and sit on his knee and tell him what you would like for Christmas before?”
Arthur watched the Christmas lights flash, trying to time it right so that when they came on, he tugged on the end of his Santa hat (the one that Merlin had made him wear) so it was kind of like his hat had magical powers to turn on pretty coloured lights. “Father says that those Santas are just ordinary people in a suit,” he mumbled. “Besides, he says he’s too important to waste his time watching spoiled brats being rude to their parents.”
“But you haven’t been rude to your dad, have you, Arthur?” Arthur shook his head, and Merlin kept going. “See? That’s okay then! You’ll be in Santa’s good book! And besides…” Merlin stood up, tugging at Arthur’s arm and leading him to the door, “..I already know that the Santa at Santa Claus Lane is only the real Santa’s helper. I am nearly six, you know.” He nearly toppled over trying to tug on his wellingtons.
Arthur scuffed his feet along the ground, but pulled on his gloves and hat. “I dunno. My father says that I’m too big to be sitting on his lap. I might squish Santa’s knee.”
“Naw, you won’t squish Santa,” Merlin said confidently, jumping up to take his and Arthur’s coats from the stand. “I saw Percy sitting with Santa, and he’s seven, like you Arthur!”
“Oh, okay.” Arthur still wasn’t quite sure about this, but decked out in his winter gear and Merlin already carefully climbing down the snowy front steps, he didn’t have a lot of choice. Besides, he had always wanted to visit Santa Claus, so he closed the door behind them and grabbed the back of Merlin’s shirt to stop him from falling.
When they finally got to ground level, Merlin didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Arthur’s hand, because they were supposed to hold hands when walking outside, and trotted them both over to the path to begin the two-block journey to the local shopping centre. By the time they stepped through the doors into the atmosphere of soft-playing Christmas music, excited children in their favourite Christmas jumpers, and awesome decorations, Arthur was cold but Merlin was no less excited. Keeping his firm grip on Arthur’s hand, Merlin led Arthur through the crowds of people, took him past the statue of a reindeer –
(“Say hello to Rudolph, Arthur,” said Merlin, patting the plastic of the reindeer’s leg.
“Hullo,” muttered Arthur.)
– and followed the signs that led to Santa Claus Lane.
Arthur’s mouth dropped open at the sight in front of him. Two elves in pointed hats looked at them as they wandered over onto the red carpet, but he didn’t really care. On a golden throne in between a huge sack of presents and a roaring electric fire, and at the end of the giant candy cane-lined path, sat Santa. He was smiling kindly at the small, dark-haired girl sitting on his knee, and, although Arthur couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, by the way the little girl looked so happy in her whole face, Arthur could tell his words were just as kind.
“Come on, Arthur!” Merlin said, pulling on Arthur’s hand to lead him to the end of the line of children waiting. “The line’s this way!”
Waiting felt like forever to Arthur, even if the elves did come by and give he and Merlin each a candy cane. Merlin immediately began to eat his, and it looked so delicious and yummy that Arthur ate his too, even though he knew his father would say that he’d get cavities. Soon, though, all the children in front of them, standing with their parents, had their turn and they were next.
“You can see Santa now,” said one of the elves, and Merlin marched up the few stairs to Santa’s throne.
“Hi Santa!” said Merlin, thrusting his hand out for Santa to shake. “I’m Merlin.”
Santa blinked down at them, surprised. “Hello, my dear boy,” he replied, taking Merlin’s hand in his own larger one. “Would you like to sit on my knee?”
Merlin shook his head. “Nope! I came and saw you last week. I asked for a nice, new scarf and a pretty dress for my mum!” He tightened his hand around Arthur’s, pulling him forward. “I brought my friend Arthur, but, cos he’s never visited you to tell you what he’d like for Christmas before!”
Santa turned to Arthur, frowning. Arthur looked at his feet. “Is that right?” Santa asked. “Well, Merlin, perhaps you’d best go stand over there a minute…” he pointed towards a large wrapped present near the way out, “..while I have a word to Arthur. Is that alright?”
“Yup! Thank you, Santa!” Merlin took himself right over and sat where he was told to sit.
Santa lifted Arthur up to sit on his lap with a groan. Arthur froze. “Am I squishing you, Mr Santa?” he asked.
Santa laughed. “No, Arthur, you’re not squishing me.”
That voice. Arthur recognised it from somewhere. It sounded almost exactly like – “Mr Gaius?!” Arthur patted the beard that most certainly wasn’t Mr Gaius’s real one. His father’s friend didn’t even have a beard. “I didn’t know you were Santa’s helper!”
Mr Gaius smiled. “Yes, I suppose I am.” He turned very serious very quickly, though. “Arthur, where’s your father? Is he here?”
“No.” Arthur shook his head. “Father’s at work. I’m staying with Merlin and his mum until he’s finished.”
“Is Ms Emrys here?”
“Merlin’s mum is called Hunith, silly,” Arthur said, smiling. “She said she would be in the laundry.”
Gaius looked over Arthur’s head at the crowd of people in front of him, looking at all the people there. “She doesn’t know you two are here?” He frowned, and Arthur shook his head. “Oh dear.” Mr Gaius waved his hand at an elf, who rushed to his side, and he began to whisper in her ear. When he was done, he looked at Arthur and said, “You know, Arthur, you should never leave the house without telling an adult where you’re going. You could get lost or hurt, and we wouldn’t know where to find you.”
“Oh.”
“Hunith is probably worried sick about the two of you.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry.”
The elf had begun to talk quickly on her mobile phone, and Mr Gaius stared at her for a minute before looking over at Merlin, who was quite happy in the midst of all the Christmas things. He looked at Arthur again, but didn’t say anything.
“Excuse me,” Arthur interrupted the quiet, as politely as he could, “but don’t I get to tell you what I’d like for Christmas, so you can tell Santa?”
“Erm…” Arthur watched him carefully with steady eyes. The elf began to walk forwards and backwards across the floor. “Yes, what would you like for Christmas, Arthur?”
“Hmm.” Arthur thought for a minute, swinging his legs. “I’d like some toy soldiers. And a day off for my father, cos he works very hard, even on Christmas. I won’t even get to see him tomorrow.” He looked down sadly.
“I see,” said Mr Gaius slowly. “Well, I’ll see what Santa can do, about your toy soldiers and a day off for your father. But I can’t promise anything, Arthur. It’s up to Santa himself, remember.”
Arthur nodded, about to tell Mr Gaius how he knew his father was an important man and that he didn’t mind staying with Merlin and Hunith, because they had lots of fun, especially when they made cookies and Merlin licked the spoon and gave Arthur the bowl. Except, right at that moment, there was yelling and footsteps, and suddenly there were four policemen in uniform rushing towards Santa Claus Lane, with one plain-clothed person in the middle who Arthur recognised. Arthur’s face lit up.
“Father!” he exclaimed happily, waving and jumping off Mr Gaius’ lap.
“Arthur!” Father shouted.
“Inspector Pendragon,” said Mr Gaius, standing up.
Father stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Santa,” he said. Arthur took the chance to hug Father around the legs.
Father took Arthur by the shoulder and knelt down to look him in the eye. “Is Merlin here too?”
Arthur nodded.
“Arthur…” Father got a very angry look in his eyes then, and Arthur could tell he was going to be yelled at.
But then, in a very small voice, Merlin said, “Excuse me, Mr Pendragon? Is Arthur in trouble?” He came to stand beside Arthur.
“Yes, he is,” said Father.
“Is it because we came to see Santa?” asked Merlin.
“Because you came by yourselves, without an adult, without telling anyone, yes.”
“Oh.” Merlin looked at his hands. “It was my idea. I thought Arthur might like to see Santa, cos he’s never been before. I’m sorry, Mr Pendragon.”
“Inspector, if I may,” Mr Gaius said before Father could say anything else. “Perhaps you could go easy on them both, since it’s Christmas and your son won’t be seeing you tomorrow?”
Father gave Mr Gaius a very funny look. “Well, ahem, I suppose as long as they realise that what they did was wrong, and that they shouldn’t do it again, I could, erm…”
“Sorry, Father,” said Arthur. He stared up at his father guiltily.
“Well,” Father said, clearing his throat, “maybe this once, if it’s okay with Hunith, you two could spend some time at the precinct with me this evening.” Mr Gaius was nodding his head slowly.
“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” said Arthur, and Merlin agreed.
Hunith said it was okay, and they rode in the police car to the precinct where Father worked. They got to sit in Father’s chair, and have their fingerprints taken, and they ate some doughnuts with the other police officers. A while after it became dark outside, and after it began to snow, Merlin felt tired and went to sleep on the floor under Father’s desk. Arthur wasn’t tired at all, though, not when everything here was so exciting, and he was getting to see his Father on Christmas.
The next thing he remembered, though, was being hoisted into his father’s arms and carried to Hunith’s car. Father buckled him into his booster seat, kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, my son. Merry Christmas.”
The End.
Well, this is not quite finished, and unedited, and quite late. Whoa, what is pacing and holy inconsistent voice. Thanks for reading, despite all that!