MI: Merthur

y’know, Merlin didn’t seem surprised at all when Arthur hugged him like that in 4x06. maybe it was because of the spell, but…Arthur is tactile. he shows his affection through physical contact. so it makes sense that he’d hug his best friend more than a couple times over all the years they’ve spent together, especially when they spend half that time saving each other’s lives.

basically what i’m saying is think of Arthur hugging Merlin like 200x more often than they showed

Merlin let out a gasp at the sky, which was clear and filled with stars. He recalled how he and Will would lie on the grass as children and stare up into the night sky, pointing out the different constellations and wondering whether it was true that each star was a soul of one who had departed this world. Merlin imagined childishly that perhaps Arthur was up there somewhere, and there was a star burning just for him.
(The star would be a bright one, for sure; Arthur would have settled for no less.)

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do merthur please! :)



  • always wins when they play Trivia Crack - Merlin. He’s far better at the fine art of bullshittery than Arthur will ever be.
  • laughs when their partner trips on something - Arthur. Besides, Merlin trips all the time.
  • would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a joke - both of them, but probably Arthur more frequently than Merlin because then he’d have an excuse to cuddle him later <3
  • spoils the ending of books/movies - BOTH OF THEM. ALL THE TIME. I could totally imagine them reading the same book together and racing ahead just so they can oh-so-obnoxiously spoil the ending for the other. Arthur would probably cheat and just skip to the last chapter though.
  • always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCW - Merlin, because he lives to embarrass Arthur.
  • eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have it - Arthur. All the time.
  • obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every week - Merlin. With all his jokes about waking up on the wrong side of the table, Monday Punday would be something he’d take in his stride.
  • makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etc - Merlin, partly because he’s more tech-savvy but also because he knows how he’s the only person in this world who is capable of taking Arthur down a few pegs.
  • has to beat their partner in every game - Arthur, because he’s got an obnoxiously competitive streak. He doesn’t succeed every time, obviously.
  • keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuff - both of them. Merlin is a total rambler, and Arthur would probably do it just to annoy the crap out of Merlin.
  • eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anyway - ARTHUR ALL THE WAY.

can we talk about how when Uther died and Arthur spent the whole night next to his body, Merlin was the one waiting for him outside the whole time, not Guinevere 

"Servants can’t marry princes," Merlin says now, frowning, as he rubs at the side of his arse with one hand, a pensive, disappointed look on his face.

Arthur scowls, too, at Merlin’s words and the sad tilt to his lips. He’s such a spoilsport, but Arthur doesn’t care because one day he’ll be king so he’ll make it possible. For them. “But princes can marry whoever they want. And I want it to be you.” Arthur sees it as simple as that, really.

I like to imagine that Arthur has never been ice skating before, while Merlin did it all the time back home. Thus, uncoordinated banter ensues. 

Cloaks are very hard to draw contrary to popular belief. there’s so much flappy fabric.

Arthur kisses with his whole being. He rubs his nose against Merlin’s when they slant their faces for a better angle. He rubs his hand over the bottom of Merlin’s ribs and melts his stomach into a pool of want. He runs his other hand over Merlin’s back and over Merlin’s nape and up into Merlin’s hair, holding him close. All the while, Arthur mouths at Merlin’s mouth and nibbles at Merlin’s lips and licks at Merlin’s tongue so that all he hears, all he tastes, all he feels is Arthur, hard muscles and soft hair, pressed up hot against him.
a normal day in camelot
  • Arthur:I can't do it
  • Merlin:I will follow you into the depths of hell
  • Leo:yeah same
  • Perce:oh yeah me too
  • Merlin:i love arthur more
  • Leo:...
  • Perce:...
  • Arthur:...
  • Merlin:no homo
  • Leo:no homo
  • Perce:no homo
  • Arthur:...
  • Arthur:hella homo