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☙ Queen That Never Was

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“And I am more than these bones I feel love, I feel alone I just wish you would come home” - Flesh & Bones; Keaton Henson

Original 2014 version Companion 2015 piece Ko-Fi

Made some fan art based off this scene

Why Arthur...what were you doing?

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I am sorry about the quality of this but... EXCUSE ME?!

I was rewatching the Children in Need skits and I am going feral. Arthur Pendragon, why do you feel the need to touch your manservant at every possible opportunity?!

“Marry me” “Okay”

On a quiet day when nothing in particular has happened, Arthur finds himself asking for it without even having to think about it.

merlin gets sick. like. bad sick. maybe its a curse maybe its natural idk all i know is that merlin gets sick. he has a fever so high he is somewhat delirious. his whole body hurts. he feels like death. he ends up traversing the castle to enter arthur’s chambers and climbs into bed next to him. he was in pain and felt like shit and in his delirious state, he went to the one person who could always offer him comfort. arthur wakes to find merlin curled up next to him, his tunic fisted tightly in his hand as if to keep arthur where he was. gaius quietly walks in and extracts merlin from the bed, apologizing and explaining that merlin was ill and delirious with the fever. merlin is being tugged out of bed, away from arthur.

he’s fighting as best he can which, considering he’s sick, isn’t that good as gaius doesn’t even blink. then merlin is being dragged across the room, away from arthur and his body heat which was chasing away the chills and his touch was easing his pain. merlin starts complaining, whining more like, about how he wants arthur. gaius apologizes again and says he’ll send for a replacement to serve him before finally getting merlin out of arthur’s chambers and back to his own bed. gaius steps out for an hour to retrieve herbs from the town and returns to finds arthur curled around merlin in his little cot in his room, merlin fisting arthur’s tunic and arthur’s hand rubbing up and down merlin’s back.

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We’ll go when they’re ready.

pov you’re some noble attending a royal gathering or whatever in camelot and you’re all excited to meet the prince and then you get there and he’s just hanging out with his twink of a manservant the whole night

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Art by @kairennart for chapter 17 of Our Stars Still Shine Together Arthur came back to pain and the sound of Merlin screaming as if his soul was ripping apart, in a voice that was quickly growing more and more hoarse.  

He was being clutched to his warlock, with his face pressed against Merlin’s chest as the warlock rocked back and forth.

Arthur shifted his head, looking up into tear-brightened blue eyes filled with a barely sane, anguished look. Alarm shot through him. Instantly he knew he had made the right choice, but then, that had never been in doubt. 

“Merlin.” Arthur raised a hand up to the warlock’s cheek hoping he was not too late. “Merlin!”

The screaming broke off with a choking sob. His warlock looked down at him, the crazed look fading as his eyes grew wide. Sobs wracked his body and he leaned down pressing his forehead to Arthur’s. Their noses touched.. 

“Arthur.” Merlin whispered in a hoarse, broken voice. “Arthur… Arthur.” He repeated the name over and over again. A hand moved to the side of the king’s head, caressing it gently. Long fingers pressing into sunkissed hair. “Arthur…” 

Arthur himself be held gently against his warlock’s chest. Their heads pressed together, as Arthur embraced the feel of Merlin touching him as opposed to the pain. Merlin’s free hand was wandering over every inch of him it could touch without letting him go, as though reassuring the warlock. “Arthur.” His name again and again on Merlin’s tongue as though the man was caressing the very idea of it.  “Arthur.” Merlin was trembling.

Arthur reached up to entwine his own fingers with curling back hair. “Do me a favor?”

“Anything.” Merlin’s voice was horse and cracked as he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Arthur’s face.

“Don’t let go of me.” The king told him.

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Maybe an unpopular opinion, but I hate it when people say Merlin and Arthur are black cat × golden retriever (respectively), because have you seen Arthur?? That's the most cat-coded human I have ever seen.

He's weird about touching and emotions, he's bratty and arrogant, and he thinks he can beat big scary monsters all by himself—exactly like those videos of orange cats attacking bigger animals.

I headcanon him as a pretty blond cat whose owner spends a lot of money on him, basically living like The Aristocats movie.

And for Merlin, he's a frail-looking street dog that someone thinks is so adorable and takes pity on him, so they adopt him.

He's friendly, loyal, and his owner swears the dog doesn't bite (he hunts 'bad' humans and sometimes eats their flesh), but his owner doesn't know, so it doesn’t count. Also something about Merlin still waiting for Arthur to return for 1500+ years is too similar to Hachi the dog who waited by the train station for his owner until the day he died.

But in this case the dog is unfortunately immortal, so I guess he will wait forever.

Wind trailed around the two of them.

“So we’re both puppets, cut from our strings and our roots.”

The corner of Morgana’s mouth twitched.

“I suppose we are.”

For a long time, they sat in silence. Taking in their broken strings, the strings they broke, the strings they tore. It wasn’t much, but to share in that silence together helped a little to heal their pain.