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For @merlinbingo Arthur Does Something Unexpectdly Nice S3 + @polymerlinmicrofic Freedom
Please enjoy this (unedited) completely self indulgent Merlin Birthday Fic for my bday haha!
Merlin was the happiest they'd ever been in their life.
Magic was free and thriving in Camelot.
It was living, breathing and flowing through the land as it was meant to. He could feel it everyday when he woke up the ever present thrum of magic all around her, and honestly she didn't know how he'd ever lived without it.
But that wasn't the only thing that had changed, no because Merlin got to be loved by the people who he'd held in his heart protectively for so long.
If someone would have told him five years ago, that Arthur, Gwen, and Lancelot all returned that love for them, he probably would've laughed in their face and called them a fool.
Yet here he lay in Arthur's bed snuggled up with Gwen, and Lancelot on the morning of his 23rd birthday.
He felt Gwen begin to stir as Merlin thought about all that had gone right for them, and soon felt a warm pair of lips on hers as Gwen passionately kissed her.
"Happy Birthday Cariad!" cheered Gwen, leaning back and smiling at him.
"Happy Birthday Merls," Lancelot whispered kissing their neck softly Merlin blushed so surrounded by love he didn't know what to do with himself!
"Are you ready for your day of surprises?" asked Gwen with a mischievous look on her face as she climbed onto Merlin's lap.
"I can't wait, mainly because I really really want to know what on earth you all have been doing for this last week," they moaned and their lovers laughed as the door to their chambers swung open.
"Well well well look who's up, the birthday Warlock!" teased the familiar voice of their king, and Merlin looked over to see Arthur carrying a tray of food, and not just any food all of her favourites.
"All this for me?" Merlin smiled happily and Arthur placed the tray down on the bed but not before placing a kiss on Merlin's forehead.
"Oh my love this is only the beginning," he said with a smile.
"Now you enjoy your breakfast in bed, and then we'll get you off to your next surprise," stated Arthur and Merlin smiled.
Merlin ate her portion of breakfast, as his lovers ate, and enjoyed each other's company and soon began to get ready themselves.
Soon he felt his beloved Gwen pulling her up from the bed with a grin.
"Birthday surprise number two this one is mine," said Gwen pulling him over to the closet.
Opening the wardrobe there was a new beautiful blue and gold gown laid out in front of it with a small new red neckerchief on the front.
"OH Gwen! You made this for me?" he said with excitement placing her hands over the beautiful fabric looking at it with glee.
"I did! Oh I'm so glad you love it now come here and let me get you into it, and then it's off to Lance's surprise!" she said with a smile.
After a few moments of getting dressed in his new gown with the help of Gwen she stepped out and twirled around in the outfit.
"What a beautiful person you are my love," said Lancelot sweeping them up into his arms, Merlin let out a chuckle.
"Oh hush you flatterer," Merlin sighed, and Lancelot placed her down, but not before Arthur and Gwen joined in on the snuggle.
"Oh but you are Merlin, and true vision of beauty," Gwen whispers tenderly in her ear and Merlin's blush deepened.
"Too often you do not see yourself the way we see you, but today is your day, the day we celebrate the wonder that is our beloved Merlin," said Arthur pulling his hand up to lay a kiss upon it.
"All you have to do is come with us look your gorgeous self, and let us spoil you," Lancelot stated with a grin, and Merlin blushed once more.
"How did I get so lucky?" they asked and Gwen replied, "I do believe it should be us asking that question, now come along Lancelot needs to bestow his gift."
So out Merlin was led through the palace to the stables where his beloved mare Llamari awaited her.
Quickly Merlin and her lovers mounted their respective steeds, and began their horse ride Merlin following Lancelot as he led the way.
Soon enough he realized where they were headed as they approached the familiar trail to the now permanent Druid Camp.
"Why are we here?" they asked hoping to get an answer but Lancelot just grinned and said, "You'll see."
They sighed rolling their eyes but continued waving to druids as she entered the camp, leaving their horses tied on the outskirts.
"We have the book you requested Sir Lancelot," said the elder warmly.
"Wonderful, if I may have that now, and I shall show it to Merlin, thank you again for your help with acquiring this," Lancelot said, taking a large tomb from the druid elder.
"A history of Dragonlord's and their kin, Oh Lancelot! How did you find this? I thought they were all gone, I can't believe you got me this, thank you!"
"I'm so happy you love it, it took some time but with the help of Elder Brynhild, I managed to get it for you," Lancelot said with a wide smile on his handsome face.
Merlin threw their arms around Lancelot and kissed him.
"This has been the greatest birthday I've ever had, thank you all for your love, and gifts, and just being you," Merlin said to her lovers.
"Oh it's not over yet, after we have lunch with the Druids, we need to get back to the castle for the last part of your day," stated Arthur and Merlin smiled, it didn't get much better then this.
After eating a lovely lunch and enjoying a brief musical serenade by the Druids, they had returned to the castle together,
"We just need to make a quick stop by the treasury before we head to our last stop!" Arthur said linking Merlin's arm and leading him up the treasury steps.
"What else could you all possibly have planned? And why haven't I seen everyone yet?" She asked impatiently.
"You'll just have to wait and see cariad," Gwen said with a smile, as Arthur went in by himself to the treasury, and Merlin sighed wanting to know but reluctantly resigning themself to waiting somewhat patiently.
"Alright almost ready, but first," Arthur said with a grin as he returned carrying a small satchel and a blindfold.
"Really we're really doing this? You do know I could just use magic to see through it," he snickered but Arthur just laughed in response.
"Yes but we know you won't ruin the surprise we worked so hard on now will you?" teased Lancelot as Arthur placed the blindfold around her eyes.
"No, alright I wouldn't, just make sure I don't fall or trip you know I'm clumsy when I can see," Merlin threatened but not a moment later they felt someone sweep them off their feet into a princess carry.
"OH goodness you lot are really taking the cake with your shenanigans today," Merlin laughed.
"Oh you love it," Said Lancelot who turns out was the person holding her.
After a little bit more walking, Merlin was placed down and the blindfold was taken off to reveal, all his friends, family, and the people he cared for standing in a beautifully decorated courtroom with presents and food everywhere.
"Happy Birthday Merlin!" the court yelled with fervor, and Merlin lit up with joy tears pooling in his eyes.
"Good surprise?" Gwen asked with a side hug.
"The best!" she replied tearfully.
So Merlin walked around thanking, and seeing people, opening gifts and enjoying the food, a little while later his mother came over to see her.
"Happy birthday my darling child, I am so proud of the person you have become," their mother said warmly wrapping him in her arms.
"Oh Mama, I'm so happy, I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life," he said his eyes tearing up and his mother smiled kissing her gently on the head.
"And I couldn't be happier for you," she said with a smile, "well that may be a slight lie for I think I shall be even happier in a moment now turn around."
Merlin looked at her confused, but followed their mother's words and turned around to see his partners standing in front of him holding a beautiful, ornate, golden, circlet, with sapphires encrusted within the golden leaves.
But that wasn't all, because Gwen also held a beautiful matching ring.
"Oh gods, were doing this tonight? But I haven't the other rings, that we- oh my Avalon," she cried tears welling in his eyes.
He knew that eventually this would come, they'd discussed it and separately from each that the ring belonged too had chosen a ring to celebrate their love for their eventual marriage but here and now he felt overwhelmed with love and pure elation.
"Merlin, our dearest, most wonderful Merlin, we love you with all that we are," Lancelot said with a warm smile.
"You mean the world to us and we do not wish to spend another moment apart we love you and each other, and we wish to solidify that with this vow," Arthur stated with all the pride of a king.
"Merlin, one of my oldest friends and most beloved dear, will you do us the honour of joining us in divine union and marrying us?" Gwen asked tears welling in her soft warm brown eyes.
"Yes, gods above, yes nothing would make me happier!" they yelped with joy rushing forward to their beloveds.
The court erupted in cheers of joy, and congratulations, as Arthur and Lance placed the circlet on his head, and Gwen slid the ring onto her finger.
Taking a moment to allow his loves to wrap her in their arms, Merlin smiled ever so contently, because he was home, and they were free.
when it was revealed that agravaine was a traitor, arthur asked merlin if he, merlin, knew that. in response, merlin, who had tried so hard to tell arthur (only to be treated absolutely horribly in return), didnβt say βi told you so,β or βyes, obviously i knew,β or anything that would make arthur feel worse. he just said that he suspected it. because arthur was already so hurt and merlin just wanted him to be okay. could you ever love anybody that much? insane.
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Part #1 of reading fanfiction of fandoms I'm not in: BBC Merlin
Sometimes I get bored and go on ao3 to read content from fandoms I've heard of but know little to nothing about to see how the authors interpret the media and to see how much of the original story I can put together from what I read. This is the first time I've thought about "documenting" what I've learned, so here we go.
(I have a basic knowledge of the mythology around Merlin the wizard, King Arthur, and the Knights of the round table, but I don't know anything about BBC Merlin--except that Morgana is stunning--and I haven't watched the show)
This is what I understand from the few fics I've read over the course of two days:
There's a dragon living under King Uther's castle who's name starts with a K (don't ask me to spell it) and I can't pronounce the damn thing so I just pretend it's a keyboard-smash. Kilghurghahasd. (Also what kind of name is Uther???)
King Uther doesn't like magic. Magic is illegal in Camelot and anyone who has magic will be killed. People think magic is something that one can study to learn, but apparently people are born with it and can't just wake up and chose to embrace magic one day
Prince Arthur is a "prat". He's sassy, entitled, kind of self-centered. So... typical spoiled royal character, I suppose.
Merlin is the main character. Somehow he's even sassier than Arthur and commonly does and says things that Arthur could have him hanged for, but Arthur is almost impressed by the audacity and continues to let him live. (Not sure if this is canon or if every author on ao3 just decided "this guy has a lot of sass potential, let's make him extremely brave and say things canon Merlin could/would never say)
Something-something "teach you how to walk on your knees" (???). This quote was only mentioned once, but I feel like it's significant to the fandom for some reason. I don't completely understand.
I gather that Merlin is basically immortal, the most powerful magic user to ever walk the planet, and was told by basement dragon Kilgomndsashddhalsdhd that he was destined/fated to serve and protect Arthur, #1 prat in Camelot, for the rest of his life. Arthur doesn't know about this and makes Merlin's life miserable while Merlin is bound to a magical oath to save his sorry ass. Basically he's a god fated to fall for a mortal and eventually outlive him. Yikes. Greek tragedy type shit.
Merlin has thwarted attempts on Arthur's life on multiple occasions, drank poison for him, and nearly died for him more than once (not sure if the frequency of these events was exaggerated by authors or if Merlin really does save Arthur's ass that much in the show).
Merlin has committed murder (not sure if it's canon, but he kills people in fanfics, so) and will do so again without hesitation.
Arthur is destined to bring about "the golden age of Camelot". Spoiler alert, that doesn't end up happening. I read a fic that said he died in Merlin's arms????? What????
Merlin also goes by Emrys. Arthur doesn't know that Merlin is Emrys, but I think the druids do. Emrys seems to be known/respected as a warlock, but Merlin is not, so shhhhh.
Arthur is a very experienced knight and he's good in battle, but Merlin enchants his weapons and protects him from the sidelines.
Why is Merlin never wearing armor? Why are the bandanas so significant? Also there's a purple shirt?
Merlin's eyes glow golden when he casts spells and has to speak to cast spells. How does no one notice his eyes glowing?
Merlin journeys to a kingdom where it's widely known that magic is outlawed and punishable by death and not only does he actively practice magic while in the territory of said kingdom, he does something that earns him a high-up position as a manservant in the tyrant king's castle where his job is to personally attend to the man who's father will murder him if he discovers he has magic. And he uses his magic to do mundane things like heat the bath and make food stay warm, or conjure butterflies.
Arthur killed a unicorn and that didn't go over well, especially considering Merlin is the human equivalent of what a unicorn is to a horse. (He's more mythical creature than man with how much magic he has, right?) This pisses off three otherworldly ladies (the English equivalent of the Moirai) who tell Arthur that he and Merlin are two sides of the same coin.
Yngraine(?I know I spelled this one wrong) was Uther's wife, Arther's mom who he never got to meet, and it's Uther's fault she's dead, but he blames it on (keyboard smash because I can't remember anyone's name) Ngisthehsgse because she had magic.
Merlin and Arthur are gay for each other and they're the only two who don't know.
Merlin is clumsy but this works in his favor.
Uther got married to a troll once. Also he was bald and it was Gaius' fault.
There's (at least) one knight who knows Merlin has magic, and there's another knight who has magic too, but Arthur is oblivious, kind of an idiot, and knows none of this.
Gaius (did I spell that right?) is a physician by day sorcerer by night who teaches Merlin what to do with his magic.
Gwen (inspired by Queen Guinevere, I'm pretty sure) is a friend of Merlin's and she serves Lady Morgana, who is Uther's favorite child (born out of wedlock), and Arthur's half sister that he doesn't know he's related to. She also has magic, but it starts in her dreams and eventually drives her crazy. She advocates for magic but she becomes an enemy to Arthur and thanks to her everyone is like "GAH MAGIC IS BAD."
When King Uther dies, Arther does not bring magic back into Camelot. Cowabummer to all the druids and stuff.
Arthur is the king of once and again, or something like that. I can't remember.
Merlin continues to be a cheeky shit, even after Arthur is crowned king. Arthur retaliates by telling Merlin to do his chores, which irritates Merlin (honestly I get it though because he's protecting Camelot all the time and trying to be undercover with all this magic stuff but the best excuse Gaius can come up with in the way of a cover story is "he was at the pub". And Arthur believes that?????)
Arthur's knights let Merlin sass their king
Everyone loves Sir Leon
There's always one knight right between Merthur when they're flirting and I can't remember this dude's name.
I keep confusing Gwaine (what kind of name is that) and Gwen.
Gwaine is more loyal to Merlin than his own King.
All the knights have an unspoken rule to protect Merlin no matter what.
Merlin's a dragonlord. Not sure exatly what that means, but his dad was a dragonlord too and there are exactly two dragons in existence. Kthasthahdkgghthdshd and one that was kept in an egg or a little hole underground or something.
Don't ask me the plot of anything, all I know is that whatever the plot was, it went unfinished. The first ten pages of the novel were drafted, edited, reviewed, and refined, but the last 200 were left blank. Put your quills away and close up the writing desk, it's a tragedy because it will never finish.
I feel like Peeta playing "Real, Not-Real" with Katniss, trying to figure out what's canon, not canon over here.
Now here's what I've learned after a brief Pinterest dive into the BBC Merlin fandom, which added greatly to the smidge I learned from ao3:
I thought the ao3 authors were making up how often these guys got in each other's space, but the subject media is a lot more touchy feely than I expected!
Every screenshot is the most beautiful and cinematic shot I have ever seen (but apparently the CGI leaves much to be desired).
The actors are gorgeous??? Hello???
Uther's Pink DS
What the hell, why does Merlin have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
What the hell, why does Arthur look at Merlin like he also thinks Merlin has the prettiest eyes he's ever seen.
I literally cannot emphasize how surprised I was by every screenshot and gif I came across how close Merther were. Lots of lingering glances, lots of not-so-subtle touches, lots of tension. Seriously. I thought it was one of those things where there are two characters who interact for like one scene and the fandom goes berserk with possibilities and makes a relationship out of whatβs basically nothing (like Lestrade and Mycroft from BBC Sherlock), but you guys theyβre so in love and you can literally see it.
Magic is an allegory for homosexuality. There's a whole group of people that are open about it, but they're purged. Merlin has magic but he has to hide it, itβs right under Arthurβs nose the whole time, but he was raised by Uther who claimed magic was evil and had to be purged. He spent his whole life hating/fearing magic, so accepting it was difficult. Magic is demonized because it's not understood.
Arthur only found out about Merlinβs magic shortly before he died.Β
"Iβm sorry about how I treated you." Are you fucking kidding me. (Was this him apologizing for all the things he said about magic in front of Merlin or finally realizing how much protecting Merlin did behind his back?)
Iβm bringing back the fact that he died in Merlinβs arms because seeing it written and seeing a screenshot from the show are as different as night and day. That shattered me. It was so tender and so heartbreaking. It was so delicate, but you can tell Arthurβs death was not. It was violent, but he got tenderness from Merlin in his final moments. Merlin, who had succeeded in protecting him time and time again, only had to fail once. And he had to live with that failure for the rest of his immortal life.
The scale is imbalanced and the same thing that gave him power is also what cursed him. Merlin has too much magic and too much love, but neither of those things is enough to keep Arthur from dying.
Merlin protecting Arthur is what doomed their fates. Merlin loving Arthur failed them both. I don't know enough about the narrative to explain how, but I know that it did.
Merlin lives forever without the person thatβs referred to as a part of his soul.
The Merlin fandom has been around for centuries and will never die.
Arthur is in the lake.
Merlin is still at the lake.
The story has ended. We are all still at the lake.
Damn, BBC Merlin is a jail that no one is ever getting out of, huh? (This fandom is hurting me and I'm not even technically in it.)
Anywho, that's what I learned, going from knowing next to nothing about it, reading a few fics on ao3, and doomscrolling on Pinterest for an hour.
Not sure if Iβm gonna watch the show or not, but it was interesting to read and discover. Both of my sisters have seen it and they liked it, but do I honestly want to torture myself by getting invested? Donβt know yet.
Iβll probably do this again with another fandom in the future, so stay tuned!
Maladaptive deeply held belief: nobody could ever love me. Im going to die alone
Positive counterthought: maybe someone has an exceptionally rare form of mental illness that would cause them to make the grave mistake of wanting to fuck me
Arthur is not sure when that came to be. The realisation crept up on him stealthily, until one day he became aware that heβd been staring at the pale column of his manservantβs neck for close to a full minute.
His only excuse for the disconcerting fascination is thatβ¦ Itβs a nice column. Smooth. Solid. A grain of skin as fine as alabaster. It is rather shocking that a commoner should parade around with such a flawless bodily feature, but by now Arthur is resigned to Merlin eluding the rules of propriety and class conventions. By all rights, Merlin should have a peasantβs neck β sinewy, weathered, pimpled, with creases of age-old encrusted filth. Not a Roman statueβs milky throat and perfect collarbones.
Because, yes, Merlinβs collarbones are works of bloody art too. And for everyoneβs peace of mind, Arthur would rather not dwell on said offending clavicles, for gazing too long at them makes his tongue long for truly disturbing acts.
So Merlinβs throat is without blemish and Arthur believes the damn neckerchief is responsible for this hideous state of affairs. It wraps around Merlinβs neck like a loving, clingy embrace and protects it from the elements as much as from covetous looks. Arthur doubts the scrap of material is a vanity on Merlinβs part. He reckons that it rather serves a grimly mundane purpose, such as always having a convenient rag on hand to mop up spills or garrot a bleeding limb. But the fact remains that it acts as a virtuous shield against the less-than-virtuous designs of the beholder.
Arthur doesnβt know whether he loves or loathes the infuriatingly familiar piece of fabric. He sometimes wonders if Merlin is aware that his neckerchiefs were all cut from a couple of Arthurβs old cloaks.
Today, some spiteful deity somewhere must be upset with Arthur because the neckerchief is not there to serve its chaste and merciful function, leaving Merlinβs throat indecently exposed. And to make matters worse, thereβs a small streak of soot or charcoal down the side of Merlinβs usually immaculate neck. The little black smudge is neat and innocent in its own way, but it stares Arthur boldly in the face β enticing him, daring him.
It would be so easy for Arthur to take it upon himself to lick his thumb and make the impertinent little mark go away. But that way lies madness. And indignity. And too much explaining. So Arthur closes his hand over his thumb and waits for the urge to pass.
Of course, it doesn't.
The wicked smudge is playing coy but challenges him nonetheless.
In desperation, Arthur catches Merlinβs gaze and nods at him, doing some elaborate finger wiggling to indicate on his own neck where the offending smudge stands, hoping the prat will get his meaning.
Of course, he doesnβt.
Instead, the ever-helpful Merlin comes to inspect Arthurβs neck, leaning closely into his space, squinting and mumbling an asinine βI canβt see anythingβ.
And that, gentle reader, is exactly why they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Arthur is now forced into sinful proximity with not only with the elegant throat and the lick-worthy collarbones, but also a remarkable shock of dark hair.
"The "Middle Class" was a 50-year fluke designed to prevent a communist revolution during the Cold War. Now that the threat is gone, the elites are systematically dismantling it. You aren't "falling behind"; youβre being pushed back into the peasantry."
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