goneaway:merlin

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SFX: Bradley, how much do you mind being an objectivised lust muffin?
Bradley: I’ll find myself setting out to do a scene and it’ll be a scene where I’m just having a chat with Merlin, and then one of the script editors will come down and say, “We’ve had a message from production: Bradley’s going to do this scene with his top off.” (…)

They say that Emrys is no common clay

He’s got the fire, and he was born in the flames



A/N: Beware folks, beware! This creature is an utter badass evil sorcerer, he is burst with the lava of wrath and he kills for fun. :-0  The dark young warlock has been sitting on my harddrive, like any other wip companies of his, waiting sulkily to be eventually finished for a quite loooonnnng while. And whenever I saw his intimidating eyes, I felt the urge to get this done somehow. So…here we are. Not 100% happy with this tho, thought I could have done a bit better with the concept, but what‘s done is done, there’s no doubt that  I’ll only make it worse if I work on it for another couple hours. ((Shrug)) Sorry evil Merlin, don’t burn me with your magic.

[Hope you enjoy it, it’s also on deviantArt ]

beansterpie asked:

modern AU where Arthur and the Knights are all FBI agents, and Merlin is a masked vigilante who anonymously helps them out.

OoooooOOOOOoooooooh……….

  • Arthur is the prince of the department and everybody knows it, groomed to take over from Day 1 even without aspersions of nepotism. Uther Pendragon leads the Bureau with an iron fist and no leniency and Arthur does everything strictly by the book because his father would accept nothing less. He is good at his job, fantastic even, and his team is the best there is, hand-picked early on and trained as he saw fit. Their track record with mundane crimes is near-spotless, their reputation sparkling, but there are some criminals who are simply beyond their means. Magic makes everything so much more complicated and Uther outright refuses to allow anyone with magical skill under his employ. Arthur curses the fact that there are no laws in place to prevent this particular form of discriminatory hiring practices, but bites his tongue and toes the line. As he always does.
  • The first envelope turns up on Arthur’s desk out of nowhere. There’s no name on it but Arthur’s, no return address or information about the sender or what department it may have come from, and no one from the mailroom had delivered it or seen it at all. Arthur slips it to Lancelot to have it discreetly tested for various poisons and toxic substances and it comes back completely clean. He’s still hesitant to open it, but open it he does after it’s sat on his desk taunting him for three days. Inside he finds a photograph of a man with a badly scarred face, a lock of hair, and a small container filled with what looks to be blood. There’s a note which reads I didn’t know which would be better for DNA testing but here’s your man for the Panacea trafficking ring, test it against the rape kits. His name is Edwin Muirden. It had a date, a time, and an address at the bottom. It wasn’t signed. Arthur had five hours to make his decision before the deadline set on the note, and Arthur mobilized his team (and two other teams as backup just in case) at the last minute, hoping to all the gods that may or may not be that this wasn’t a trap or some sort of practical joke. When he returns to HQ with Muirden in handcuffs and fourteen traumatized girls wrapped up in shock blankets, Arthur is forced to explain to his father where he’d gotten his information. Arthur is put on probation, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he sees those girls reunited with their families.
  • The notes keep coming, any time they have a case they just can’t seem to solve, a sorcerer they can’t pin down. They’re never signed, there’s never any indication of how exactly they came to be on Arthur’s desk, and they never fail to lead Arthur to an arrest. After the first, the messages get longer, including not just the information he needs but also the source of it and how Arthur could have gotten it. They gave Arthur a story to tell his father to keep himself from getting in trouble again. And after the third case closed with the mysterious help, Arthur can’t bring himself to regret flouting protocol and lying to his father anymore.
  • It was bound to go south eventually. On an assault ten months into his collaboration with the anonymous letter-sender, Arthur and his team finally meet someone they can’t bring down with guns and fists. Nimueh runs the largest crime syndicate in the country, an enormous underground network of criminal activity peppered liberally with sorcerers, and she herself is an enormously powerful sorceress, more powerful than they’d anticipated. With Leon, Percival, and Elyan down for the count, unconscious not dead please not dead, and Gwaine limping and disarmed, Arthur only wishes his team didn’t have to die with him. Arthur fires his very last bullet, praying to all that is holy that it will do its job, but Nimueh catches it with magic and laughs as she turns it around, sends it flying straight for Arthur’s face. And yet it never connects. It stops abruptly and hangs in midair an inch from his nose and Nimueh gives a cry of outrage. Someone dressed in all black with a mask around over his face steps forward from a shadowed recess of the room, hand raised and eyes blazing gold. Arthur falls back, gaping, as the man engages Nimueh in a battle unlike anything he has ever seen before. He and Gwaine watch open-mouthed as one of Nimueh’s blows connects, a ball of flames catching the man full in the chest, and Arthur thinks their savior has been defeated and they’re all going to die, but unbelievably he climbs to his feet, heaving chest blistered and red, visible through the charred remains of his shirt. The man raises a hand to the sky and a bolt of lightning shatters the ceiling over their heads to strike Nimueh, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ash and an echoing shriek. The man collapses to the ground and Arthur almost rushes to him, but that’s when their backup finally arrives, agents swarming the scene, and by the time Arthur looks back the man has vanished.
  • That night–or maybe the next morning, he isn’t sure, but he’s too tired to care really–Arthur returns to his flat to find his roommate unconscious on the floor of their living room, black mask bunched up around his throat and shirt charred. As Arthur drives him to A&E, he alternates between concern that Merlin has been hurt and shock that Merlin is the man who just destroyed the most powerful magical crime boss in the city’s history with terrifying displays of magic. And when Merlin wakes up in hospital a few days later, Arthur doesn’t shout because that would be terrible indiscreet but instead hisses furiously at him for a very long time. He demands to know when Merlin had started with the magic, to which Merlin says always. He demands to know why the hell Merlin had started butting into his cases, to which Merlin says because you always look so upset when you can’t do it yourself, besides what’s wrong with helping people? But when Arthur demands to know why Merlin had had to go all vigilante and not tell him about it, Merlin smirks and says it was a lot more fun this way. Arthur only doesn’t hit him because the nurse might actually kick him out if he does that.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it