Namida-chan's castle of dreams

KIM SEOKJIN for W KOREA

Jin x W Korea | yellow

Skeletons in the closet, literal and metaphorical

Every fic where Uther assumes Merlin and Arthur are fucking:

Also fiercely loyal. That plus the "no bastards" together are infinitely worth all the things he dislikes about Merlin or Arthur's behavior around Merlin.

"If my son has to be Ridiculous about 1 person whom he cannot wed, at least it's a person who will trip his enemies out a window, would sooner die than betray him, and cannot make babies with him."

found my new passion: putting merthur into random meme pics

Arthur is obsessed with Merlin's hands.

Merlin's hands aren't fragile and slim, they are steady and broad like a farmer's hands. Rough from washing, calloused from joining Arthur in knight training.

Their touch is rough too, because nothing about Merlin is truly gentle. Merlin grabs him by the collar and shoves him out of bed, he rightens Arthur's shirts in quick tugs and pushes him around and out the door when Arthur stalls. Merlin has an inate strength to him that people wouldn't expect, that they deny him even.

People think Merlin is gentle because his smile is gentle and the way he talks is, and the way he treats everyone else is too.

To Arthur, they are a completely different set of hands.

The mere fact that Merlin's hands are warm and they linger has Arthur's in a chokehold. Merlin will brush over Arthur's shoulder, strong and reassuringly. He'll squeeze his arm or pull him back up in a quick motion.

Merlin is not strong like a knight, not careful like the servants, not filigrane and tender like a nobleman.

He's all of them and more, and yet, he's something else entirely. And most of all, he's never what he should be. He's rough when he should be gentle and gentle where he should be strong.

He's everything Arthur needs, whenever he needs it. And Arthur is obsessed with it.

i lied the funniest thing about merlin is his unexplained years long beef with the head cook n the castle for no particular reason

it’s in everything i read as well 💀

a traitor in camelot? who could it be? 🤨🤨🤨

Gwen isn't even mad because she knows how it is when you give Merlin a lil' smooch on reflex.

UGH Look at how cute and young they looked

Merlin *on four hrs of sleep for the past week, dirty from a fight, definitely has a concussion and at least two untreated injuries, one of which he’s bleeding out from, leans over on someone’s shoulder*: Arthur has no idea I have magic!

Arthur *still blushing from Merlin leaning on him and is now very confused w his emotions*: YOU HAVE MAGIC?!

Merlin: oh… sorry.

Merlin *moves to Lancelot’s shoulder*: Arthur has no idea I have magic!

Arthur: I can still hear you!! You’re right next to me and you’re yelling!!

The knights:… you didn’t know??

Okay so, hear me out:

I've been on a bit of a Merlin fanfic hyperfocuse and came across another "I'm Emrys" where Merlin has to perform magic for Arthur to believe him, in front of the entire round table council, and I had a thought.

So, we all know that Merlin is magic itself, spells that seemed powerful to other sorcerers are not that powerful to Merlin and my hc is that these spells barely make his eyes turn gold, like maybe a flicker so fast the average person will miss it.

So I imagine Merlin saying he's Emrys and Arthur being all 'well then prove it' and Merlin makes a fireball (cliche I know but bear with me). Now Arthur has seen this spell and though he has a merger knowledge of magic, knows that it's quite a powerful spell and that most sorcerers eyes are practically a blinding gold, but Merlins eyes don't change. That and Merlin doesn't even speak and therefore didn't cast a spell.

Arthur, thinking that some other sorcerer helped Merlin with his self-sacrificing, kind-hearted, not wanting anyone to die personality, appear as if Merlin is this 'Emrys' and in a patience but patronizing tone tells Merlin that's is honorable to try and protect this Emrys, but his eyes didn't even change colour and therefore can not be a sorcerer.

Merlin, in a very Merlin way, huffs and proceeds to say something like 'Well duh, that was a very simple spell. Doesn't even require that much magic to perform' and the entire room goes silent.

(meanwhile Guise blood pressure has skyrocketed and is on the verge of either killing Merlin himself or having a heart attack. He hasn't decided yet.)

Arthur, absolutely baffled (and a little turn on at the casual display of apparently immense power), asks: 'What will make your eyes gold then? If you even are a sorcerer?'

Merlin, never one to back down from a challenge and already too deep into this, shrugs and says 'We would need to be outside'

And that's how the whole council ends up on the training grounds opposite Merlin waiting in anticipation as to what he will do.

There's silence so thick that no one dares break until Merlin starts to chant. At first nothing happens and Arthur is relieved (and a little disappointed), but then clouds start to gather, think dark clouds above them, and Merlin starts to get louder. Thunder claps across the sky and there electricity in the air making Arthur's hair stand on end and a shiver works its way down his spine. He looks at Merlin and though it's subtle at first, his eyes are glowing gold.

The tension builds and builds and with one final shout from Merlin, his eyes, a brilliant gold, as lightning falls all around him, clashing to the ground destroying the train field in its wake.

Arthur can do nothing but stare. Breath caught, heart hammer, and a sudden hot arousal catching him off guard. He can do nothing but stare at Merlin, his loyal manservant, standing amidst the lighting with his head thrown back and a look of contentment on his face, as if performing magic of this magnitude is comfortable, relaxing, an everyday occurrence.

When Merlins eyes meet Arthur's, there's a, small, sad smile on his lips, and then quicker then it had started the lightning stops and the clouds disappear, and the only thing that can be heard is the birds beginning to sing again.

Arthur can't think of anything to say and stupidly say 'you destroyed the training grounds'. Merlin at this point blushes, stammers out an apology before waving his hand with a few muttered words and the training field is in perfect condition once again.

Arthur and the entire council are baffled.

Then, before anyone could say anything, Arthur blurts out a command for Merlin to go to Arthur's chambers and he does. Without question. Just a shrug, and walks off. Arthur is wheeling. This powerful sorcerer, who just showed them a feat that no mortal man will ever replicate just listens to his command with nothing but a shrug!

Anyway, once Arthur has calmed the council somewhat he makes his way to his chambers. Once he enters Merlin is speaking so fast it's hard to keep up, something about coins, destiny and then shockingly how Arthur is the only person that can kill him if he uses Excalibur. What. The. Fuck.

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin!! Why would I kill you?!?

Merlin: Well, I mean, umm, I'm a sorcerer? Emery's? The strongest warlock to ever walk the Earth?

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin. However! If you do not take me to bed and absolutely ravish me in the next 10 minutes, I may have to resort to drastic measures!

Merlin, absolutely gobsmacked, face red: Wh- what measures..?

Arthur, absolutely confident, turned on beyond belief, practically gagging for it: I'll start begging.

And before he knows it Merlin pounces, and the rest is history.

That was not meant to be as long as it was... 😂

BUT!! If someone who writes fics could take this and write a fully fleshed version on this and then tag me in it I would be forever grateful. ADHD and dyslexia does not make a good writer for me unfortunately 🥲🥲🥲

OH! One last thing! I have a hc that cold iron had a natural negative field which repels energy which is why those that have learned magic have it cut off when chained in cold iron. They can't draw upon their magic from the energy around them. However, with Merlin being magic it's a little different for him.

So, I had this image of a knight, without prompting thinking he's doing what the king would want, walks up to Merlin at some point during his light show and slaps cold iron shackles on him. But, instead of the magic stopping, Merlins eyes grow brighter and bright, and the shackles start to shake and groan, because whilst cold iron does repel energy, it's a little hard to do that from both sides and can't take the pressure. At some point the shackles start to glow as the negative properties of the iron are being overwhelmed and forced into itself. Merlin looks down, looks back at the now terrified knight and says: You should probably duck. And no soon has the knight hit the ground the shackles explode, for lack of a better word. No harm done to Merlin tho.

Sick fic au 2.0

It's years into Arthur's regency when Merlin has become court sorcerer and he has assistants who do his medical work for him. (Pre-relationship)

Arthur has become sick. He, however, didn't think it was worth informing Merlin, so he begs the assistant to keep it quiet.

The assistant, new, still not educated enough and intimidated by the king and Merlin alike, does their very best to keep Merlin in the dark and the King well enough for court meetings, because Arthur refuses to lay down when he should be leading his kingdom.

Over night, it gets really bad.

Arthur: *delirious* Merlin

Assistant: he's asleep, and you told me not to get him, should I-

Arthur: where is Merlin? *Suddenly shouting* MERlin!!!

Assistant: it's okay! (Merlin is going to be so mad when he finds out I failed the King), Merlin is asleep. I can get him tomorrow-

Arthur: *almost crying* Merlin!!!!

Assistant *giving up and terrified*: I'll get him

Merlin is too worried to even care. He rushes into the room in his nightrobes, sleep deprived and scared.

Merlin: Arthur, I'm here. *At assistant* he needs more water and something to cool his head. Arthur, how are you feeling?

Arthur: *staring right at him* better *falls asleep*

Assistant: um- is that- is that bad? Oh god, did I kill the King?

Merlin: *beat red* erm- no. That's.... I think he just needed to see me.

Assistant: huh?

Merlin: why don't you take the night off? I'll stay with him.

Sick fic except no one is sick.

Merlin is tired of the tavern excuse and at this point, Arthur doesn't really believe the 'gathering herbs' thing either anymore.

So, Merlin tells Arthur he's sick.

Except he didn't account for the fact that Arthur becomes a terrified worryward of a mess. Merlin, thinking he's got some time alone, is now chained to his bed with Arthur feeding him soup and 'checking his temperature', only that Arthur has no clue what he's doing.

Merlin on the other hand can only think of the assassin and.... 'Actually, this is nice.'