#merlin x arthur

Sleep well, my king.. And come back to me soon

In all the dark times everything I need is you

*Bi noises*

BBC’s Merlin s4ep12 The Sword In The Stone 1

Original (English) dialogue

Arthur, behind the screen: What’s taking you so long?

[…]

Merlin, trying to enhance the belt: Think of something pleasant.

Arthur: You in the stocks?

The German dub

Merlin, trying to enhance the belt: Think of something pleasant!

(Denkt an was Schönes!)

Arthur: You in socks?

(Du in Socken?)

WHY WOULD ANYONE TRANSLATE IT LIKE THAT, MERLIN USUALLY WEARS SOCKS, THIS IMPLIES THAT ARTHUR’S IMAGINING MERLIN IN *JUST* SOCKS, EYE-

I can’t,,, even express,,, I don’t think that’s a mistake djjdjdj they just made it GAYER, especially bc next thing we know is Arthur ambling out from behind the screen with a casually seductive facial expression, Merlin looking *down* (yes, down there) and smiling like a fool at Arthur without trousers, then the damn BACKGROUND MUSIC as Arthur swaggers towards Merlin and actually succeeds in his distraction, ARGH, bros and hoes, original script said “Merthur” and German dub said “fucks”.

alright, I’m usually over at twitter or discord spewing my thoughts and prompts, but I feel like the Merlin fandom is bigger over here, so maybe someone appreciates that

Thoughts and a fanfic prompt to s2ep07 The Witchfinder

Aredian accuses Merlin of magic bc of the amulet he placed in the physician’s quarters, and from the look in his eye, presumably speculates that Gaius will “confess” that it’s his - what Gaius of course does because he loves Merlin like his own son. During the episode, still-innocent Morgana is on Aredian’s radar as well, just bc Gaius treated her nightmares, and we learn that although Gaius confesses, Aredian still wants to “expose Merlin and Morgana’s evil deeds”.

I feel like most people - once we realize that Aredian is an asshole who stages all the “sorcerer sightings” for money, and Arthur once more is more reasonable than Uther and helps Merlin save the day, who is actually doing all the work again - I feel like most people tend to forget that Aredian actually precisely accused 3 real sorcerers of sorcery. Yes, neither of them did what they’d been accused of, but nonetheless, Aredian points them out with eerie precision.

So WHAT IF Aredian actually has some weak magic himself? Like the “funny feelings” Merlin sometimes gets when he just instinctively knows shit’s gonna go downhill or when he feels drawn towards other people’s/being’s magic? Like an actual witchfinder, you know, not skilled enough to play detective and catch sorcerers in the act, maybe not even interested in upholding the laws against sorcery or not, just as long as he gets payment and fame - but what if he makes those seemingly random *finger point* “THAT BOY” accusations that nobody ever questions bc of his own weak magic that makes him sensitive for it?

Okay, so now comes the prompt idea. We all probably laughed when cheeky Merlin exposes Aredian with that toad coming out of his mouth on top of everything else, but imagine he doesn’t bc that would be too obvious and instead just places the “fake” evidence in his room - that would leave Aredian the opportunity to use his mouth.

So what if, while Arthur and the knights are searching the room, Aredian thunders that “THAT BOY placed this here, HE’S the sorcerer, you have EVIL IN YOUR CASTLE” and Arthur only scoffs because please, that man is just ridiculous. And then, like *Merlin* did in the actual episode, *Aredian* turns away, half-hidden from view, whispers a spell that has Merlin’s magic reacting, body spasming and eyes golden.

And Merlin is just standing there, struggling to hold his magic inside and not have it lashing out, and Aredian is smirking bc there’s no way to explain that away, surely he has won now-

And Arthur whirls around, punching Aredian in the face, yelling at his knights about stuffing that man’s mouth with a cloth before he says any more spells, and when Aredian fights them bc he finally realizes he’s about to lose and then moves towards Morgana, Arthur runs him through with his sword.

Aredian is dead.

Merlin is still breathing hard, even though his magic has settled once again, and while everyone is shocked and panting and Arthur assures himself of Morgana’s wellbeing, Merlin is On Edge. Because that was his actual magic reacting, and his own eyes turning golden in response to the spell, and a room full of knights, and Morgana, and Arthur were watching.

But when they all return to Uther, Arthur relays the story and it sounds as if Aredian, traitor of Camelot and apparently an evil sorcerer that has sent innocent people into their death, has enchanted Merlin to look as if he had magic, JUST like he did with hiding that amulet in Gaius chambers, to put the blame onto someone else.

Nobody questions it, not even Uther.

Merlin feels the tightness in his chest lessen, finally able to breathe normally again. He wants to laugh, really. Arthur is SO CONVINCED that his manservant is nothing more than a bumbling, but highly loyal idiot - and he has tried to protect Merlin, he remembers, right in front of Aredian and Uther and the whole court - that Arthur doesn’t even consider Merlin could actually have magic.

When the day winds down, Merlin helps Arthur getting ready for bed, serving him dinner, tidying his chambers, still tired and wary, but incredibly relieved.

Until Arthur says, “So, Merlin,” and Merlin freezes because that tone sounds chilling. Carefully, he straightens up and looks at Arthur, who’s watching him with frighteningly intense eyes, gaze piercing. “Anything you have to say?”

“Uhm,” Merlin hesitates, unsure what exactly Arthur means, heart beating wildly. “I don’t know what you mean, Sire,” he settles on, but that seems to be the wrong thing to say.

Arthur narrows his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘thank you’, but I know manners aren’t your strong suit, so how about the truth?”

“The truth?” Merlin laughs nervously, dear god, he shouldn’t have let his guard down-

“YES, Merlin, the truth,” Arthur growls, and then he’s out of his chair, stomping towards Merlin. “Because I can assure you, this was the last time I’ve lied to my knights and my father and the entire court for you if you don’t even have it in you to tell me the TRUTH!”

Arthus has him cornered against the bedpost now, and Merlin is trembling ever so slightly. Arthur’s eyes are blazing, like a blue, furious thunderstorm, and Merlin knows there’s no escaping this; especially because Arthur is right.

So he talks. He’s hesitant at first, reinforcing that everything they found out about Aredian is the truth, that Merlin did not lie, that he did not *once* betray Arthur, or Camelot. Arthur looks as if he isn’t sure if he fully believes Merlin, but he listens, and that is more than Merlin could’ve hoped for.

In the end, Merlin’s voice is rough from talking, his face pale and tight with worry. Arthur has stepped back from him a while ago, first crossing his arms and snapping out questions, and then he started pacing.

“I swear,” Merlin says lowly, “I never intended to bring anyone harm. I was born like this… and I have finally found a purpose.”

“And what would that be, Merlin?” Arthur asks, but he doesn’t sound harsh; he sounds tired, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

Merlin gulps. Now or never. “Protecting you. I- I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want you to have to choose. Because no matter the outcome… it would’ve burdened you.”

Still staring into the flames, Arthur laughs humorlessly. “And yet it seems I did it anyway.”

At Merlin’s silence, Arthur finally turns, and he almost looks sick. “Does Gaius know?”

“Yes,” Merlin whispers, but he’s not afraid that Arthur will punish Gaius for it. Arthus isn’t Uther.

“Of course,” Arthur mumbles, and his eyes show that he’s working through what he’s heard so far. “How could he not know? After all, a quite powerful warlock is living with him.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Merlin wonders if there’s anything he can say to make it easier for anyone, but there are no words he can think of.

Arthur scoffs, shaking his head. “That… that can’t be…” he trails off, and he’s reeling more than Merlin has ever seen him before. “That would mean-”

Abruptly, Arthur turns away, aiming for his chair, before he whirls around again and once more stomps towards Merlin.

“If you’re telling the truth,” Arthur snaps, and there’s a threatening expression on his face, before it softens at Merlin’s flinch. “Then why aren’t you affected by the magic? Why do you still want to protect me, so much so that you’re putting yourself at risk everyday?”

“I,” Merlin starts, unsure. “I told you, I think… that you’ll be a great king, and I-”

Arthur shakes his head. “No,” he interrupts. “Why is the magic not tainting you? Why… why are you still you?” he finishes, quieter.

Merlins heart feels incredibly tender. “Because magic is just a tool, Arthur. Like sword fighting. A tool that some people can use, and some can’t. A tool that sometimes is used for good, and sometimes for evil. Having magic says nothing about a person - but the way they use it does.”

Silence, only the crackling of the fire can be heard as Merlin watches Arthur’s face, seeing the emotions flit over it, the horrible realization. “Then…”

Merlin doesn’t say anything. This is a conclusion Arthur should draw, alone, without Merlin’s influence.

Arthur looks up, and the light of a candle reflects in his eyes. He looks vulnerable. Pleading. Incredibly young.

Merlin waits as Arthur turns away once more, running a hand through his golden hair, shoulders tense.

“If it’s alright with you,” Merlin carefully starts, “I’d look after Gaius now. He’s gone through hell these past few days.”

“Yes, yes,” Arthur agrees, sounding crumpled under the weight of tonight’s revelations. “Please pass on my well wishes to him again. What happened to him was… unjust.” He gets hung up on that word apparently, because he repeats it under his breath, like a death sentence. “Unjust.”

Tentatively, Merlin steps towards Arthur, but he doesn’t know if it will be welcome right now.

“Goodnight, Sire.”

The door has almost closed behind Merlin when he hears the faint “Goodnight” in return. He smiles. Maybe, just maybe, the horrors since the witchfinder arrived are leading the way to their destiny.

Addition: Maybe, because Arthur’s actually kind of smart, he realized that Merlin has magic earlier, but tried to convince himself that he hasn’t. And maybe Arthur puts two and two together about the witchfinder having actual magic, and he asks Merlin about Morgana. And maybe that would save her, and the kingdom, and ultimately himself. Just saying.

there simply is no het explanation for Merlin magicking Arthur’s pants to drop in front of his court, only for then to sprint over, try to pull them up with his hands despite Arthur’s protests, and roll around on the floor with him, while the pants are still not back up yet. There’s just,,, try to explain THAT

“I love Guinevere,” Arthur said after a moment of pondering, taking a swig of wine he rather shouldn’t be taking, given how he was already baring his heart to Gwaine, of all people. “She is my chosen one, the one I want to rule alongside me, the Queen of Camelot. Merlin is… a part of me. Like my own extension. I don’t think about him being there, I assume that he will be - and if he’s not, I miss him like a limb, or an organ.”

Gwaine snapped his fingers as if having an amazing idea. “He’s your brain, princess!”

Arthur’s face contorted in rage, but when he aimed a punch at his most loud-mouthed knight, he missed and slumped to the side. “’S treason, Sir Gawaine.”

Gwaine just laughed and settled back more comfortably.

After another moment of silence, he sighed. “Do you never worry you’d have to choose, someday?”

That had Arthur’s face darken into a bitter grimace, and suddenly, their silence felt smothering.

“I already did, didn’t I?” An inquiring sound from Gwaine had him elaborating. “On one of my dates with Guinevere, I once told her I’d take Merlin with me if I’d ever leave Camelot. We’d become farmers, I said, and I’d have him do all the work.” Arthur smiled fondly, before searching Gwaine’s eyes with his own hazy, blue ones. “Merlin’s place is always at my side. There’s no role, no title, no name for it; but he’s there.”

Then, the smile dropped from his face. “Or at least in my mind.” Feeling drained, Arthur stared into the fire. “We have to find him. I can’t return home without him.”

“No,” Gwaine agreed, throwing back the last wine in his waterskin. “And we won’t.”