making a new pinned post for the sake of easier navigation since engagement with this blog has increased and i’m generally ass at tagging things on here
so hello! welcome to the clown show. if you’ve found me through my ao3, etc and are interested in checking out more stuff that has sprung from my brain:
After being sent to Camelot under the care of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Merlin spends his first few weeks working in the royal library. It seems like the perfect place to hide away from the tyrannical, magic-hating King Uther—until Prince Arthur comes barging into Merlin's life.
Turns out it's not so easy to escape destiny's hand.
The candles had burned low when Arthur stepped into the archives the next day. In their dwindling light, Merlin only spared him a cursory glance before returning his attention to a hefty stack of documents.
Arthur frowned. “You started already.” Or would it be more accurate to say he hadn’t stopped at all?
Merlin kept scanning the parchment in his hands. “We can’t all start our day at…” He trailed off.
It was easy to lose track of time, Arthur knew, in the constant company of candlelight.
“It’s barely past midday,” he grumbled, taking his seat across the table. And, though he hardly needed to explain, he added, “I was training.”
Merlin didn’t look particularly impressed. Not that it mattered what he thought, of course.
Feeling oddly uncomfortable at the lack of response, Arthur continued, “I didn’t even have time for lunch. I would have been here sooner if father hadn’t…” He pressed his lips together. What was he saying?
Quickly, he drew a pile of documents towards himself. Merlin seemed to have taken great advantage of the morning hours to get a head start; Arthur couldn’t have a servant, of all people, showing him up.
But almost as soon as he began, his attention started to wane. He tapped his foot, restless.
“Can you stop that?”
Arthur looked up. Merlin was glowering at him—but what struck him was how tired Merlin looked. Shadows dappled the skin beneath his eyes, and his hair was rumpled, like he’d run a hand through it a fair few times.
“You can leave if I’m bothering you,” Arthur said, turning away. It was none of his business why Merlin looked like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It didn’t matter—he had no reason to pry— “Have you been up all night or something?”
Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
merlin from Arthur's perspective is actually so wild. like, merlin has the context of their great destiny and is knowingly working to bring it about but Arthur... to Arthur merlin is this random boy who turned up in Camelot one day and made him look like a fool in front of everyone then saved his life and was 'rewarded' by becoming his servant. and like the next week, Arthur already trusts merlin so much and jokes around with him and literally goes on life threatening quests just because merlin had this idea or merlin drank poison for him. like, Arthur doesn't know about the destiny stuff, and he does these things only because he likes this slightly odd guy who is terrible at his job and roasts Arthur 24/7. it just brings home the fact that merlin is Arthur's first real friend, that he must have been super lonely before merlin, and just how much Arthur genuinely likes merlin.
last fall after i finally watched merlin for the first time and lost my whole mind, merthur microfic was one of the first communities i found and joined. i picked a prompt and actually finished a writing project for the first time in years (and something for a fandom for the first time since like 2013). it was just a silly little reincarnation story that i wrote bc i couldn’t stop thinking about how merthur’s dynamic would shift and the ways arthur would struggle (specifically with language) after he popped out of avalon. then i unintentionally wrote three more
anyway all that to say, i recently polished up the ones just hanging out on my tumblr and compiled them into a series on ao3. if you’re interested, you can find any or all of them here:
Let loose the hounds of war. Let the dreadfire of the last priestess rain down from angry skies. For brother will slaughter brother, for friend will murder friend, as the great horn sounds a cold dawn at Camlann. The prophets do not lie. There Arthur will meet his end, upon that mighty plain.
thinking abt post canon gwen. hey this place thats been home to you for most of your life is empty of near all the people that made it so. hey you will feel echoes of the people youve loved and lost in every stone of the walls and every floorboard you tread but you cannot ever linger in it because you have a duty to uphold that is more important than that suffocating grief😍