you think you are merlin

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My day off
I’m not the only one who thought about this after watching the comb scene? xD
For @supercalvin and »Merlin in Arthurs nightshirt«. Your idea was a bit different and I immediately felt in love with it but I had to draw this one first because it stuck in my head ever since I read your ask. Please stay tuned for »Merlin in Arthurs nightshirt part II« ♥

This was a stop start project over lots of months so it changes styles a lot of times -.-’ I kinda started it because I’d had the whole “Modern Merlin walks past a reincarnated Arthur” thing stuck in my head for ages but then I thought @ptelly ‘s butterfly in “Return of the King” was kinda iconic so I tortured myself some more and threw that in there :)

Sometimes, people ask Merlin how long he and Arthur have been dating.
“Twenty one years,” he’d tell them.
“Wow,” they’d say, “that’s a really long time.”
Merlin just nods.
Then there’s the inevitable silence as they do some frantic calculations.
“Wait- how old are you?”
Merlin just goes back to his food.
“But - that means you started dating when you – you couldn’t have been older than, what?”
“Three,” Arthur says. Usually at his point in the conversation he’d start stealing Merlin’s fries. Merlin would let him, but glare a lot, because that’s what Merlin does. “We got married behind the church.”
“Wait, hold on, you’re married?”
“Nah,” Merlin says, “I don’t think those kinds of marriages are valid.”
“Those kinds?”
“You know, with plastic rings, without witnesses, that stuff. Also, we weren’t of legal age, obviously.”
“We were three,” Arthur repeats, “and Merlin was wearing half a chocolate cake.”
“Was not. And if you hadn’t stolen my plate that wouldn’t–”
“But,” they’d say, a little desperate now, “I know, that’s a childhood thing, but that’s not actual dating. I mean, you guys had other relationships, right?”
Merlin stares, then. “No, why would I?”
Arthur always gets a bit angry at this part. “Merlin was my boyfriend from that day on. What, you think my ceremony was lacking somehow?”
“Wait no, I didn’t mean -”
“Because I got him flowers-”
“Dandelions, he got me dandelion, also roses, they pricked him, he still has a scar there-”
“And there was music-”
“Mum was making more cake, she always sings then-”
“And the cake, obviously.”
“Obviously,” their listener echoes. “And you never broke up? Dated someone else? Had crushes on other people?”
They both just shake their heads. Merlin spies Arthur’s abandoned hot cocoa. It has marshmallows on. Arthur, the heathen, doesn’t even like marshmallows.
“You’re not drinking that, are you?” He’s already grabbing it as he says it.
“Sure, go ahead, take everything I own, strip me down to my last shirt.”
Merlin smirks. “I intend to.”
At this point, the listener is usually defeated by their long, lingering looks and makes a run for it before they can witness some kissing. Or worse.
They probably didn’t get it, but it’s fine. After all, no one but Merlin and Arthur need to.

  • Harry: When Valentine shot me…you know what the last thing that went through my head was? Nothing. Because, although this joke's writer doesn't remember the exact words, I never let myself fall in love and had no one else to think of in my last moments.
  • Merlin, very loudly, very offended, from the next room: EXCUSE YOU??!?

Most people kicked, talked, or walked in their sleep. But then again, Merlin was not most people. Arthur shook his head fondly, watching the little creatures dance. He’d kept the idiot’s secret so far, a little longer wouldn’t hurt. (Or the one where Arthur already knows that Merlin conjures odd things in his sleep, but he loves to watch them so much that he drags Merlin everywhere with him.)

You’re a Tease (Eggsy Unwin Imagine)

A/N: Hey friends! Sorry for such a long hiatus, but I’m on break now so expect more fics! Hope this is okay, anon, and thank you to everyone who reads these strange little posts. <3 Love to all of you!

“Roxy,” You moaned, shoving your head into the pillow as your friend rolled her eyes sympathetically, “He’s so cute. I hate it,”

“I know, Y/N. You’re so into him, it’s kind of disgusting,” She stopped speaking when you threw the pillow at her and tucked your legs up onto the sofa. Roxy followed suit, patting your shoulder and slipping off her jacket.

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a letter to the moon (it is not brighter than you)

Summary: When his kingdom is plagued by a series of unsolvable murders, Prince Will Solace must confront several things: tragedy, helplessness, and the dizzy-sweet inevitability of falling in love.

(Written on a request for a royalty AU!)

When news arrives of the first murder, Will is in the throne room with his father, listening to a farmer complain about his neighbor’s irrigation practices.

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“You intrigue me, Merlin. Why does a lowly servant continue to risk everything for Arthur and for Camelot?
Time and again you put your life on the line. There must be a reason.”

“I believe in a fair and just land.”

“And you think Arthur will give you that?“

“I know it.”

“And then what? You think you’ll be recognised, Merlin? Is that it?”

under-giffed scenes // a 2017 rewatch
↳ 3.01

Dinner from hell
  • Draco: What in the name of sweet Merlin is this?
  • Harry: Dinner.
  • Draco: You expect me to eat that?
  • Harry: Draco, it's just shrimps.
  • Draco: But it's looking at me.
  • Harry: It's not-
  • Draco: It's watching me, with its beady little eyes, trying to decide how to get its revenge for ending up on my dinner plate.
  • Harry: Can you just for once stop being so dramatic?
  • Draco: Me? Dramatic? I'm not the one who made the dinner from hell, clearly out for vengeance.

I just remembered the part in A Single Man where Colin puts both cigarettes in his mouth so he can get Julianne Moore’s started for her and I just. 

Can you imagine Harry doing this for people? With those he knows won’t mind when they’re having a smoke out back? Or post coital bc he’s a fucking gentleman like that? 

“It’s been thirty fucking years, Merlin” Eggsy breathes into the com, his fingers tracing over Harry’s cheekbone. He doesn’t look a day older or a day dead.

“We’ve got a clean up crew on the way. They’ll take care of it, Arthur.” Merlin says, soft but insistent. Eggsy knows he should leave. He’s done with this particular organization’s beat-down. There’s nothing left to fight, no more new-age brainwave hackers or kids with slicy wands that remind him of star wars. And that’s probably why he’s so shocked - he knows half the organizations they take out have some ties or allegiance or shrines to Valentine, but this one. This was just a tiny terrorist cell with a good engineer and a creative event planner.

So it doesn’t make sense that they have Harry Hart’s body frozen in their basement, not a hair out of place since the last time Eggsy saw him tear apart a church and die in twenty-fourteen.

“Arthur.”

Eggsy’s not listening. He’ll leave when he feels like it, he decides, but then the  unthinkable happens - he feels breath on his palm.

He can’t really help it. Eggsy kneels by the now open pod and slips a hand beneath Harry’s slack shoulders, lifts him so he can press his ear to Harry’s chest.

Slow, steady under the Kingsman issued suit, he hears a heartbeat.

“Oh god,” he whispers, his fingers curling tighter into the fabric. “Harry, oh my god.”

“Arthur?” Merlin asks.

“Send a medic.”

“What? Are you injured? How serious?”

“Fuckin’ serious as shit, you send in everyone we can fuckin’ spare Merlin. He’s breathin’.”

“What?”

“You ‘eard me. Harry bloody Hart is alive.”

There’s a muttered curse from the other end of the line, but Eggsy’s stopped listening. All he can think of is the dimmed memory of the day he lost Harry, the old scar it left on his heart, the days spent missing him and trying to move on and remind himself that he was being stupid because he and Harry weren’t the air and sky to each other, they weren’t, no matter how his young and wild heart had dreamed of it.

“Sorry mate,” he says, through tears but with a tiny edge of hysterical humor. It dies on his next words, growing to a whisper “Sorry it took so long.”

♪ Take me back, take me back to the beginning to the days of adventure and love~ take me back, and let me pause at intermission for the nights of your stories and lore; and fireflies on the roof ♪

I started writing some lines for the Trollhunters musical and?? i had come up with these lyrics about two years ago and it kinda matched?? sorta?? the song fireflies on the roof is meant to be like reminiscent of times past that the character wishes would return it seemed like it would make a sweet interlude for the musical and I love doing this chalky style which i think is trademark of the musical now haha
(Newt Scamander x Reader) Submissive Dominator [SMUT]

Title : Submissive Dominator

Request : Yes - by @radicalmeghan -  request: newt being asked to be more dom in bed and is lowkey rlly good at it

Smut/Warning : Yeah duh - eating out, blowjob, slight dom/sub, jealous fucking lmao

Word Count :1,875

A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.

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“You’re mine aren’t you?”

“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”

“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”

Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA. The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and worth celebrating.

You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything he says but some muffled sounds.

“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked though.

You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on. Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going to love this.’

As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.

He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say, “I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”

He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.

You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.

“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“

“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.

You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence. But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.

“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you challenge him.

He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side of your head, trapping you from escaping.

Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks before. Confidence.

“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.

At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,” you also added.

You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well, probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused yourself, to talk to other people.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”

“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says, almost losing his confident composure.

“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with his act again.

“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”

Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.

He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to stay in bed and do as I say.”

You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.

“[Name],” he says onto your skin.

You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”

He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says quickly.

He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest, barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth, shutting yourself.

“Good girl.”

He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet, sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.

“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”

“Not for Abernathy?”

“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.

“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any sounds, got it?”

You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot. You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his hands.

He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.

“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.

You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch when it comes to contact with your skin.

“Feel it [Name]?”

He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower back.

“Feel it what you do to me?”

He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.

“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”

He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”

You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the back of your head.

“Faster.”

You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your mouth.

“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”

“I’d love you to, darling.”

“Alright. Lie down.”

You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning himself on your entrance.

“Newt! Stop!”

His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”

His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.

“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”

“O-Oh, right.”

He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes back again, and he seems more assured now.

“Scream my name, love.”

He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall. You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.

He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum, making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him and him only.

You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding your insides, sucking the energy out of you.

“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“

“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”

With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin meeting yours.

The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with you. He joins you under the bedcover.

“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”

“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you turn your body, your back facing him.

“W-What? [Name], tell me!”

“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug you.

He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight, before drifting to sleep.

Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.

It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your interests even more.

With all the “Kingsman as various mythical creatures” AUs I’ve been seeing floating around recently, you know what I just realized? I can’t find a single selkie!Merlin fic. There are a couple more generic merman/siren ones (Today’s Bait by @elletromil) and a beautiful kelpie one (Went Down to the River and Prayed by @anarchycox), which are similar concepts, but no selkie specific ones.

Not one classic “Merlin is a selkie whose skin was stolen by Arther (or whoever) so he has to work for Kingsman until Harry finds out and gets it back for him.”

No “young!Merlin finds his mother’s seal skin and frees her, sending her back to the water where she belongs. Years later, he feels the pull to the water himself and has to choose between the life he’s built on land and his home, the sea.”

No “young!Harry accidentally calls young!Merlin on a family trip to Scotland, and they bond instantly. Every year, Harry returns, until he figures out that Merlin will only be able to contact him every seven years. Together, they must decide if their friendship/relationship is worth Harry taking Merlin’s skin and keeping him on land.”

No “When he’s on land, Merlin hates that women seem to just fall all over him (seriously, male selkies are supposed to be unbelievably hot) but when it starts to work on Harry too, he suddenly has to figure out if his best friend actually loves him back, or if it’s just magic at work.”

No “Merlin actively enjoys luring men off the coast and into the sea with his siren call, until a mysterious and probably sad [pick occupation for Harry here] looking to take a break from life makes him question whether he wants to lure him to his death or save him.”

No “Harry as a leipdopterist studying butterflies in Scotland happens upon this gorgeous beach and even more gorgeous Scotsman who seems to have a strange fascination with the seals there.”

No “Merlin thinks Eggsy is out to steal his daughter/little sister/friend Roxy’s seal skin, only to discover that he’s not human either, and he’s looking for safety away from the mainland, which, once he hears Eggsy’s story, Merlin is more than happy to provide.”

Basically, if anyone has seen a selkie!Merlin fic, I’m not even sure I care about the pairing, just send it my way. Selkies are my favorite mythical creature, and since Merlin is Scottish, I need it to happen.