#BBC Merlin

The besties of all time 💖 ALT ALT ALT not a list but I have to share my merlin fanart 😁

Short Merlin prompt: Both Merlin and Arthur had never kissed anyone before, and being such dear and close friends decided to change that one night by kissing each other . Only, they realize they don’t like kissing that much. In fact, they may even hate romance altogether….

episode 2 and merlin is using magic for everything … does he want to get caught

theres a dragon!

Hey, I have written another Merthur Pre-Slash fic. Its just domestic fluff for 600 words. It is set after When did you get here? But can be read as a standalone Its called Distractions. Enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/series/6127286

Has Season six aired yet? Year 3 day 248 Yes No ✅

I hope you like the stars I stole for you

Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/86896936 by theplanetsalign Wylan is the absolute boyfailure knight who is hated by his father, and he hates his life until a mysterious man runs through Camelot and he realises why he’s always felt so different from the other knights. Jesper hates the missions Kaz always sends him on, and the fact that he has to use his magic despite its illegality and promised death penalty for Kaz’s mysterious revenge he wants against Jan Van Eck, the king of Camelot. That is, until he runs into a small and uninterested knight who catches his eye. Essentially Jesper and Wylan but they’re Merlin and Arthur? Also the rest of the gang are there eventually?? I have literally never written anything before so bear with me pls but at least it’s not AI! Words: 983, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo , Shadow and Bone (TV) , Merlin (TV) , Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M , M/M Characters: Jesper Fahey , Wylan Van Eck , Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) , Merlin (Merlin) , Jan Van Eck , Knights of the Round Table (Merlin) , Nina Zenik , Matthias Helvar Relationships: Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck , Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa , Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Gay , Crossover , Slow Burn , Alternate Universe - Medieval , Alternate Universe , Gay Panic , Possible Character Death , Internalized Homophobia , Homophobia , Implied/Referenced Child Abuse , Fluff and Angst , Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/86896936

I made a GIF!

bro drunk too much or something

seeing arthur pendragon get gaslit by everyone around him on a daily basis

I need to see art of Merlin in the cave flipping off that cryptic ass Dragon

Leon's No Good Very Bad Day

Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/86899601 by SierraStyx When Arthur doesn’t show up to training, Leon realizes that Merlin has gone missing. In the interest of the kingdom not collapsing, he enlists the knights in a scheme to keep Arthur calm while they locate Merlin and bring him home before Arthur can declare war on anyone he thinks may have kidnapped his manservant. He discovers much more than he wanted to along the way. Words: 9101, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Merlin (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Leon (Merlin) , Merlin (Merlin) , Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) , Percival (Merlin) , Gwaine (Merlin) , Elyan (Merlin) , Mordred (Merlin) Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Magic Revealed , POV Leon (Merlin) , Humor , Fluff and Angst , Crack Treated Seriously , Leon is tired of their shit , Arthur being obsessed with Merlin , leon deserves a vacation , Merlin Revealed as Emrys (Merlin) , Happy Ending , First Kiss , Getting Together Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/86899601

Year 4 Day 49 Is Merthur Canon Yet?

@merthurmicrofic prompt hole (723 words) Modern AU | romcom vibes | siblings bickering Elena had been right: such a sweet little hole-in-the-wall place. The coffee is good, though the interior is, admittedly, nothing to write home about. – …the stripes would drive me mad. But in the end it turned out not half bad. Quite stylish, actually. – See? And there were so many objections. Clearly, we know which of us understands design better. – I wasn’t objecting to the stripes. I was objecting to you turning my renovation into your experimental playground and content for your blog. – Arthur, I don’t have a blog any more. Haven’t for six months. – Oh, yes, right, I forgot. Everything changes too quickly in your life. I can’t keep up. – When are you going to invite me over to admire the result? – I… Er… Now isn’t the best time. I’m buried at work. I’m really not in the mood for guests. (Stands up) I want another coffee. Shall I get you the same? Hm. Running from the subject. What are you hiding there, Arthur? Or perhaps who? – Yes. Please. – (Comes sharply back, grabs the smartphone left on the table) S ame again, or something new? – I’ll have the same. Caramel latte. – Right. Yes. Coffee. Excellent. I’ll order now. What the…? What has happened to my endlessly composed, detail-obsessed younger brother? – (Brings the coffee, sets the cups on the table) Here. – Thank you. – How are things with you? How’s your… art project? Did you manage to find a gallerist? – Arthur, you were at that exhibition. A week ago. – Was I? I thought you’d mentioned something new. – Yes. A creative retreat. – Have you decided where you’re going? – Yes. I told you about it a week ago. – I… I’ve got a lot on at work. I’m thinking about my case all the time. Of course you do! Good Lord, what is this? He got me a cappuccino, the lovesick idiot. – Who is it? – Are you interested? A fraudster. It’s a financial scam. There’s a paper trail a mile long, but I think I’ve already… – Damn it, I don’t care about your fraudster. God, Arthur. I’m asking who you’re seeing. – What makes you… (Arthur’s smartphone receives a message. He is instantly distracted, reads it, smiles, types a reply, reads the next message, smiles, blushes a little, types another reply.) – Ahem. Am I interrupting? – No, of course not. (Catches himself, sets the phone aside, face down) Sorry… That was… work. – Right. (Stares him down) On Sunday lunchtime. – So, what? I had to answer. You said yourself you weren’t interested in hearing about the scam. – Who is he? – What? – Seriously, Arthur? Are you going to keep digging yourself into this hole, or are you going to come clean at last? – I don’t know what you’re talking about. – Yes, you do. I haven’t seen you for almost two months. You’ve mysteriously gone to ground. ( folds down a finger) – I was busy with the renovation. – And when I finally persuaded you to come to the exhibition, after threatening to turn up at yours and personally drag you out of your bolt-hole, you spent the whole time with your head in the clouds, staring blankly at sculptures made of plastic bottle caps and answering questions from somewhere very far away. (folds down another finger) – I’ve already told you that… – Suppose I could still believe you were terribly busy with your new case and indifferent to contemporary art. Then, perhaps. But now. You can barely keep up a conversation. (A third finger goes down) – What are you imp… – You can’t tear yourself away from your phone, like a teenager. (Another finger) And to top it all off: you blushed. – I did not. – So who are you seeing? – (Sighs) Fine. Yes. There is someone. But it’s nothing serious yet. Really. Oh, honey, you’re besotte d. – What’s his name? – That’s not important right now. We’ve only just started. I’m not even sure anything will come of it. – What’s wrong with his name, Arthur? – Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s a name. It suits him. – Arthur. You’re digging again. – Fine. His name is Merlin. Good Lord. – Are you joking? – No. That is priceless. Arthur and Merlin. God, Elena will howl. Everyone will howl. I cannot wait to see Father’s face. – Sorry, but that is very funny. – Yes, absolutely hilarious. I’m not telling you anything else. – Oh, stop it, it’s actually rather sweet. Arthur and Merlin — it sounds very… promising.

I actually hate the text so much ahhh

I’m just so glad I started rewatching merlin like my life’s been so much happier and better after i decided to rewatch it

News from Merlin Official? Year 3 day 247 Yes No ✅

Having finished my Merlin ReWatch im convinced Gwen was the most capable monarch because she worked a service job. Camelot probably got universal healthcare

Photograph © 2012 Dale McCready via The Merlin Archive Merlin Library AU 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. Written for the @au-roulette prompt ‘library/archives’. In the few weeks since Merlin’s arrival in Camelot, he had become convinced of one thing. His mother’s solution to keeping him safe would be what killed him—of sheer boredom. He turned a page of the dusty book lying before him and suppressed a yawn. There could only be one reason Hunith had sent him to Camelot, knowing very well how much King Uther hated magic. She must think that the best way to ensure Merlin’s abilities remained a secret was to stow him deep in the royal library, where, despite being right under Uther’s nose, he would see no one and no one would see him. The only person who frequented the place, unfortunately for Merlin, was his reluctant mentor, Geoffrey of Monmouth. Who, having given Merlin some inane research task purely designed to preoccupy his time, was currently nodding off at his desk. The muffled silence punctuated by his soft snores, the gentle sunlight streaming through the windows, the dust motes lazily floating in the air—all of it was making Merlin’s eyelids grow heavy. He summoned a surge of magic. It spread through him like a sparking flame, and several pages flipped of their own accord. He smiled, satisfied. Might as well get use out of his skills; there was nobody to bear witness aside from the ancient books and their near-equally ancient custodian. The doors slammed open. Merlin started, as did Geoffrey, snapping from his slumber with a yelp. Both of them turned to the unexpected visitor—and Merlin froze. He had only seen this face from a distance, but this was a man whose reputation far preceded him. Geoffrey slowly got to his feet. “Sire? Can I help you?” Prince Arthur’s disdain was apparent before he even opened his mouth. His eyes flicked from Geoffrey to Merlin to the towering bookshelves before meandering back to the librarian. “Apparently, yes,” he said, scowling. Geoffrey’s brows furrowed. “Sire?” On Arthur’s heels followed his subdued manservant. Every time Merlin saw Morris, he was scampering in Arthur’s wake, forced to bend to every one of his ridiculous whims. “My father,” Arthur said, “has sent me down here to… What was it?” he asked over his shoulder. “‘Take responsibility’, sire,” Morris supplied. “Right, that.” Arthur gave a dismissive wave of the hand. “So… what do you want me to do?” Merlin found himself gripping the edge of his desk, unable to believe what he was hearing. Geoffrey, too, appeared dumbstruck, his mouth opening and closing without a word appearing in between. Finally, he spluttered, “Excuse me?” “If I may,” Morris said, stepping forward. “Prince Arthur insinuated, at last night’s feast, that Lord Eldred has more offspring than he has use for, leading King Uther to the conclusion that he should be, er… engaged elsewhere for the rest of the lord’s visit.” Read the rest of Chapter 1 on AO3