little kind girl with a heart too big for two people and in desperate need for a gay best friend (mostly Merlin). Also preferably in a relationship/crushing on Lance.
some very busy business/law (student). Is so rude you wouldn't speak to him in real life, extremely posh and with stick up his ass. Every girl is attracted to his jawline and hair. Either a repressed homosexual or out and proud since his birth. Add the daddy issues and your done.
Angst-ridden weirdo who frets over his big crush or is acutely unaware of his charms. Either a geeky nerd or some hipster artist with a rare sense in fashion. Also: only child and such a flamboyant twink it hurts.
The most badass bitch you have seen all year.
So, I was vidding some Merlin and having fun (sort of) and then BOOM ! I see this bit. Yeah, I know we’ve all seen it, but can I attract your attention to Merlin’s hand in the second gif ?
I’m probably just imagining things but the way he seems about to touch Arthur and then stops.. It’s just like he’s scared and, Goddamn ! my heart can’t take it. What is it ? Is he scared of Arthur being cold ? Or can he just not touch him because, what if he can’t help ? (feel free to delete this. i’m just dying in a corner nbd)
“Merlin why on earth are you taking me into the middle of a random lake?” Arthur had placed himself at the front of the boat as Merlin pushed them along with the paddle. The only light to guide their way was the glow of the moon and scattered stars, their reflection dancing on the glistening surface of the water.
“Just wait and see.” Merlin replied with a smile as he drove the paddle in to the water and glided through the perfectly still surface.
The rowing boat was quite small but stuffed with blankets an a couple of pillows. There was also a black box under Merlin’s seat and Arthur hadn’t been allowed to look in it.
“Well at least let me paddle.” Arthur suggested but Merlin insisted and told Arthur to just keep looking forward.
It had been almost a year since Arthur had returned, the most blissful of all the thousands of desperate years Merlin had spent alone in his immortal life. It had also taken most of that year for Arthur to adapt to modern life, but every now and then, Merlin liked to do things that took them back. He knew Arthur missed Camelot dearly, and he knew Arthur was sometimes overwhelmed by technology and all the new sounds and smells and things to see.
So that was why he had found the rowing boat, why he had only brought a picnic basket full of fresh foods and why he was going to use his magic (which was something he rarely did any more) to give Arthur something special, something so singularly precious, all the money in the world could not buy it.
He stopped rowing when they reached roughly the centre of the lake. Carefully Merlin clipped the oar to the side of the boat and then knelt down in front of his seat to lift the slate of wood out, giving them room to sit back.
Cusions lacing the rear of the boat, Merlin sat back against them and Arthur shuffled off his own bench to lie back against Merlin, who wrapped his arms around Arthur and kissed the top of his head.
“So,” Arthur murmured,taking one of Merlin’s hands and kissing it three times. “You didn’t bring me all the way out here to cuddle.” He said and Merlin laughed lightly.
“No, the cuddling is standard. I’ve been working on something.” And with that he lifted his free hand up and faced his palm out, then looking out on to the simmering water he induced the magic through his entire body, motioning circles with his palm ever so slightly.
Arthur watched the water with a confused expression at first, until he saw it, hundreds of droplets rising out of the lake, rising up then lingering. It started off as hundreds but grew in to thousands of shimmering beads being suspended in the air forming an image. Squinting, Arthur stared in awe at first at the beautiful, twinkling veil of droplets until he realized what image was being formed.
“Camelot…” He said quietly, eyes now wide and desperate. Merlin’s hand was still outstretched as a few more droplets rose up to finish the image but it was there, and it was breathtaking. Arthur could barely move as he gazed as the shimmering image, the turrets and the parapet in all of their glory, the flags fluttering in the wind, the entire perfection that was his kingdom.
“Merlin…” He whispered, squeezing Merlin’s hand gently but not turning away from the image until it evaporated in to the night sky minutes later and disappeared. Only then did he turn around and smile, a tear in his eye.
As promised, here’s my next fic rec list. No one requested any other ships so y'all are stuck with my Merthur obsession again :) These are all one chapter fics, no real theme connecting them, I just decided to pick ones that weren’t terribly long for those of you looking for a quick Merthur fix :) Enjoy!
Summary: King Arthur is dead, and Merlin is forced to live on in solitude. But at night, Merlin dreams. And his dreams might not be as one-sided as he thinks. (A post-finale fix-it.)
My Comments: Personally, I never saw Merlin going back to Camelot post season 5, but this fic is beautiful. If he did go back to Camelot it would have to be for Arthur, and having this connection with Arthur is the only way I see that happening. Beautifully done.
Summary: Merlin’s daily visits to Castle Grounds for his coffee fix have become something of a habit, so when everyone else goes home for the semester, he keeps them up. The baristas seem to like him, for the most part, and as Christmas approaches, things start to get interesting.
My Comments: Just as adorable as every fluffy coffee shop au.
Summary: In which people get married, Arthur is confused a lot, Uther gives relationship advice, and Merlin isn’t scared, except when he is, but only a little bit. Also Merlin steals things, and Gwaine is up to no good.
My Comments: Established relationship, which I usually don’t go for (I’m all about the UST) but this was a fantastic illustration of the relationship between the two. Very different from any other est. relationship fic I’ve read before, definitely recommend.
Summary: Merlin’s Friday isn’t going to plan, to say the least. Especially when he takes the wrong late-night bus and ends up in Frat Row where he meets Arthur, the annoying frat boy that sits behind him in poetry class, who, by the way, is entirely to blame for the drunkenness, betting, sex, and poetry reciting that follows.
My Comments: Fantastic. Arthur and Merlin angrily reciting poetry during sex? Why would anyone say no to that? (Yeah…PWP).
Summary: At 6:22 in the morning, Monday through Friday, Arthur walks into the coffee shop where Merlin works. But when Merlin calls him the wrong name, Arthur keeps quite and lets him carry on with it.
Summary: As Arthur’s luck would have it, Gwaine has requisitioned his and Arthur’s flat to shoot a home-made porno. This means that, unless he wants an eyeful, Arthur has to go elsewhere to study and chill. That’s why he starts frequenting the Student’s Union Café, a place he doesn’t normally like and wouldn’t be seen dead in. Well, until he’s conspicuously always there.
My Comments: This is great. Lovely little uni au in which many presents and several awkward moments are exchanged. Cuteness follows.