Sometimes I Get Sad That Arthur Died...

I now headcanon that Arthur is colorblind because of all the continuous head trauma he has suffered throughout the years.

[Arthur accompanies Merlin for gathering herbs and sees Merlin slipping over a rock]

Arthur: Merlin you incompetent fool, can't you walk properly

Arthur, after realizing Merlin is actually hurt: SHIT MERLIN WE NEED TO GET YOU BACK TO SAFETY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I NEED YOU TO STAY ALIVE FOR ME MERLIN PLEASE-

[Merlin does anything]

Arthur: Oh, my God. You are so cute. You are so cute, it's gross. You disgust me. I love you. Get out of here. I never want to see you again. I love you so much.

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Shipname

Okay, so one of my friends started to write a Harry Potter x Percy Jackson fanfiction and I just called this ship Parry Pockson.

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Innocent/awkward/confused Merlin with Competent/mature/commanding Arthur will always be my favorite characterization in Merthur fan fiction.

1,500-year-old Merlin explaining technology: I mean really Arthur this isn't rocket science

Newly Revived Arthur who has just learned what a phone is: WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. A. ROCKET.

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Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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He took a deep breath in. This could not be happening.

“I love you” Arthur repeated.

Merlin knew that there was still the telltale traces of gold in his eyes. The world was crumbling around him; the trees seemed to grow into blurry stripes in his peripheral and the lush foliage of the forest turned into blobs of green.

“No, no Arthur” The warlock begged. “Don’t be cruel” a small tear escaped his eye.

“Merlin. Merlin, it’s okay, it’s okay!” The prince tried calming him down, but his manservant only seemed to speed up his breathing, eyes blurring nearly unseeing.

“Ar-thur” he rasped in between breaths.

Arthur slowly walked towards Merlin as if he was approaching a startled child. For every step the prince looked up to check if it was okay for Merlin.

When he finally reached him, he hesitated before putting his arms around his shaking friend.

“Shhh Merlin, it’s okay, it’s okay shh I-“ Arthur soothed “I- I’m so sorry Merlin, I should have told you I knew. But- but I just wanted you to trust me, and now I’ve gone and made you suffer more.”

Merlin looked up at the blonde “you, you knew?” He whispered.

“Yes, Merlin, can you remember 5 months ago when I was really angry for 3 weeks?”

Merlin’s brows furrowed, “where you kept destroying training dummies?”

“Yeah”

The warlocks breathing had calmed down a fair amount, he even huffed out a laugh at the response.

“I was angry, because what the hell was a sorcerer doing in Camelot doing my dirty laundry?!”

Merlin looked up with a hesitant grin “mmh I wonder that myself sometimes” he tried bantering, only really betrayed by his voice cracking mid sentence.

There was a lot of things to talk about, really, both Arthur and Merlin knew it, but for now they let themselves rest in the knowledge that the long hidden secret was out in the open.

“And actually it’s warlock” Merlin added a little braver, with a smug smile, before placing his face into his prince’s neck once more

“Hhm, and the difference?” Arthur spoke into a mob of black hair.

“I was born with it”

Arthur stiffened and Merlin did as well upon the blonde’s reaction.

“THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME TO CAMELOT, U IDIOT!?” The prince was trying to sound mad at his manservant’s idiocy, but he couldn’t help the fondness in his tone. Only Merlin would be that ridiculous.

“Well, you were here” the Warlock simply said.

And as absurd as that sounded, destiny would agree.