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bbc merlin + colours [x] ↳ merlin in dark blue

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Merlin was exhausted. It was nearly dawn and the young warlock had yet to get even a minute of rest. He was up with the sun to fetch Arthur’s breakfast and wake him - and waking the King had been the only highlight of his day -, then to the stalls to muck out the previous days escapades, don’t forget carrying Arthur’s armor that weight the same - if not more - than himself, and then Arthur thought it would be humorous to make the already weary man pound the dust out of every tapestry in the castle. And that was all before supper.
He sluggishly walked down the hall, his right hand outstretched cupping a ball of light to guide his way. Not paying attention to where he was going - which seemed the norm in Merlin’s life - he was lost in his own head. His thoughts varied from, “Arthur’s a prat”, “I want sausage”, to “Arthur’s a prat who wouldn’t give me sausage.” Speaking of which, Merlin realized suddenly, he hadn’t eaten all day either. Or was it yesterday by now? His stomach rumbled in agreement. As he was about to turn the corner to leave the castle and make his way to Gaius’ chambers, when his foot collided with something unexpectedly warm. Unable to catch himself in time, Merlin tripped over the object, the light in his hand flashing out as he fell to the floor.
Falling, all lankly limbs and embarrassing yelps, he landed beside the offending form. He was on edge for a second, worried someone was hurt, until he took in who this body belonged to.
His anxiety spiked.
“Gwaine?”
@strengthhasarrived
Merlin really hated hunting trips. He hated the mud. He hated the cold. And he hated the smell of an animal’s blood after Arthur shot it. And he really hated the way Arthur made him hold the carcasses across his back, like he couldn’t feel their tiny bones shift beneath the skin and their smell getting progressively worse - the combo just making him nauseous.
They had been out all day and what do they have to show for it? A rather poor excuse for a hare. Grumpy and tired, Merlin stared at their catch accusingly. “My, aren’t you impressive.” He called to Arthur over his shoulder. “My lord, I don’t know how we’re going to carry this grand catch back to Camelot.”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
Merlin huffed indignantly and moved to sit beside the King. He was tempted to complain about how sitting on the ground made his back hurt, but decided Arthur’s reply wasn’t worth it. Then again... sometimes he only complained because it bothered Arthur, which was hilarious.
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Awkward Introductions — Guinevere/Merlin.
She could remember the second time she met Floree, talking about the Arthurian legends, along with the books she found. Though, Guinevere never read it yet. Of course, it made a little bit more sense after Merlin mentioned The Once and Future King. “Well, I’ve definitely heard about.” Guinevere started to ponder how history and the spoken legends seem to have been repeating themselves, just a bit. “Surprisingly enough, I probably would believe her. It’s like every little thing, maybe even a person’s name could be written amongst a constellation of fate and destinies.” Guinevere couldn’t help but worry about a slight of lost proximity in Merlin’s wondrous eyes. He looked sad, and felt reluctant to even mention anything that was wrong to her, which Guinevere understood clearly, they just met. Though, there was something great about Merlin, something Guinevere couldn’t quite decode. “I know that we probably just met 10 minutes ago, but I just want to assure you that if there’s anything you ever want, or need help with, please just ask or talk.” She reassured him. Poor boy, she really hoped everything was okay. “Honestly, I’m happy to help. Glad to be at your service.” She chuckled, and smiled brightly. She diverted the topic to something a little less awkward for the both of them. “I hear you are Arthur’s assistant? Well, I’m definitely sure you are more to him than just an assistant.” Though, to hear about Arthur might just annoy him instead. “He speaks a little highly of you.” Whatever they had between them, Guinevere certainly most admired it. “I serve Morgana here, as an agreement for my place here in Camelot, so it looks like we are both working pretty close with the Pendragons.”
"Oh, I don't think my name is destined. I'm just hoping to pass my biology exam," Merlin laughed. "Do you believe in that? You know, that type of thing? Destined lives, futures?" He asked, voice getting a little small, as he hunched in on himself.
Hoping to distract her from his mood shift, he hopped up on the closed washer, kicking his legs against the side of it to make an awkward clanging rhythm. She didn't have to help him, let alone lend a listening ear. A shoulder to cry on. Just be a friend. It was sweet...and unexpected. He listened as she spoke, intrigued and mystified by her kindness. She practically smelled of it (mixed with a rather lovely smelling floral perfume. It reminded him vaguely of his mother, and he subsequently ignored the sudden pang of homesickness that wrestled it's way into his chest; worming and nestling. He was too old for feelings like that. He hadn't called his mum in a while and damn, now he felt guilty. She was probably worried, she was always worried. He made a mental note to call her in an hour). Her kindness permeated the air and relaxed the tension in Merlin's muscles. Easing out the aches in his shoulders and neck. He liked being in her presence Felt calm in an all too familiar way, which was strange considering they just met.
Wait, oh, crap, was she still talking? Or was it his turn to respond?
Oh! Did she say Arthur?
"Well, I’m definitely sure you are more to him than just an assistant."
Abort mission. Abort. Abort. Abort!
"I, um, work for, um, clean his underwear, just yeah---" He stammered out between her sentences, puffing out a relieved breath when she continued on despite his ill-mannered outburst.
The washer started the next cycle and Merlin laughed when it vibrated under his bum, because he wasn't embarrassed enough as it was.
"I've found the Pendragon's harbor a lot of anger. And argyle socks."

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Camelot University: lunch (Freya/Merlin)
Freya’s eyebrows knit together in an expression of confusion. She could tell he was hiding something. Instead of saying outright that she wanted a little more information she simply gave him a look that said “I know you’re not telling me everything. Come on now, I know you” She continued toying with her glass as she waited for her gaze to sink in.
Merlin knew exactly what she was doing and refused to give in, instead opting to stare right back at her. They'd been through these motions before, in fact an almost laughable amount of times, and he knew, knew, Freya would win but he'd try nonetheless. Because, he's stubborn like that, and there's a first time for everything. Just stare at her, Merlin. Stare into her eyes. Look into her soul. She will cave. You will be victorious.
Or...not.
Damn her.
Damn her and her all seeing eyes of truth.
Merlin took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it out on a quick string of words. "IsnoggedArthurPendragonandlikedit."
Be My Valentine :: Morgana and Merlin.
Morgana buzzed onto her University emails, still half asleep as her laptop started up and she attempted to dry her hair with a noisy and hot hairdryer blowing in her ear. She clicked and deleted the unnecessary spam, some cake fund raiser emails from the preppy annoying first year girls, important work agendas from her tutors, and finally, she got to the email titled ‘Valentine’.
Deciding it was probably an irksome bake sale or a competition for best love poem or something disgustingly sappy like that, Morgana almost pressed delete. Until something told her to read it, that perhaps it might be important.
The email was a revolting shade of pink bordered with irksome little red hearts and a flourished font that was almost hard to read. But she managed, and sadly it was something she wouldn’t be able to get out of since ‘attendance is mandatory’ was blocked at the bottom. However apart from that the sappy email which was too soft and fluffy for this time of the morning, it really gave nothing else away apart from a meeting at the courtyard.
With a sigh, and a huff of annoyance, Morgana slapped her laptop closed and continued with getting ready, wondering what on the earth those annoying girls who took charge of all these annoying events had planned now, as if the Scavenger Hunt wasn’t bad enough.
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Morgana made her way out of the campus to stand in the cold, the morning chill nipping her bare skin and she tugged her long dark hair out from under her scarf. She waited for someone to begin talking on a podium or for a blonde girl too excited for life itself to come and begin chanting instructions in her ear, but instead she was moving through a crowd, unable to understand what was going on.
Before long, a tall dark haired girl approached her with a wide smile, almost patronizing. Morgana resisted snapping at her but opened her mouth to speak, but this preppy girl full of too much enthusiasm beat her to it.
“You’re Morgana Pendragon, right?” The girl asked, Morgana immediately frowned.
“Le Fay.” She growled through snarled teeth, resisting the urge to punch the girl square in the stomach, having an instant dislike to her now that she was addressed as one of Uther’s kin.
“Right… Sorry… Yeah…” The girl muttered looking down and quite sheepish into her clip board. “Well, if you could just follow me, your partner is waiting over here.” The girl set off through the crowd of people and left Morgana with a look of bewilderment on her face.
“My… Partner?” Morgana made a face of confusion, before she quickly followed this girl, quick not to lose her, however her revolting pink t-shirt with a cartoon red heart sketched on the front made that difficult.
As she wandered through the people she began to understand what was happening, seeing people groan and tug, as though they were stuck together. That was until Morgana saw a glinting bracelet around their wrists.
Wait- that isn’t a bracelet.
“Here we are!” The girl beamed and Morgana was almost too frozen in shock, her eyes wide with the expectation of what was happening, and before she could protest she felt something cold and hard clasp around her wrist.
“Wha- No!” She hissed, tugging her arm up to be free of this girls annoyance but it was too late, she already heard the zipping of the handcuff as it strapped around her wrist and the defiant restrained pull as she tried to wriggle her arm free.
“You can’t do this!” She groaned with a frown as the girl’s smile grew bigger.
“Here, all you have to do is find the key… Here’s the map! Have fun!” The girl thrust a thick, large map into Morgana’s free hand before striding away, Morgana simply perplexed by how horrible this day was going and it had only just begun.
It was then she felt a weight at the other end of the handcuff, and she turned, hoping it wasn’t some blonde preppy hyperactive girl or a gloomy Gothic plagued boy or her brother or…
But she turned and saw someone she recognised. Yet from where?
“You’re Merlin, aren’t you?” She asked, knowing she’d seen him with Arthur and heard Morgause speak of him. This day was gradually getting worse and Morgana let a long whine out, not even bothering to think of where it would end up.
She hated being restrained, and better yet to someone close to Arthur, it would probably almost be as bad as being cuffed to Arthur instead. No wait, don’t be ridiculous.
To say Merlin was looking forward to Valentine's day would be far too romantic and girly, and be exactly the material Arthur needs to mock him endlessly, but also an understatement. He'd plotted and planned a picnic for himself and Arthur (even though he still wasn't sure if that was apropos. He figured it was better safe then sorry, right? And Arthur can whine all he wants, but Merlin is about 87% positive that the other man will be touched and they'll end up having a good laugh. How could they not? Merlin planned this date, which meant it was going to be far superior to dead fish eggs and champagne.)
He'd been excited about the holiday plans he'd set, even more so when Arthur agreed to spend the day with him. He'd gossiped about what to make for the picnic, where it should be, etc. to Freya and found himself far to giddy to show anyone else.
That is until, after his second mug of green tea, his laptop let out a little 'ping' notifying him of an email. He slumped upon seeing it, his chair giving an almighty creak at the sudden weight shift. He glanced around the small coffee shop, embarrassed when he interrupted the carefully crafted silence. He'd discovered the little shop at the beginning of the year. It was quaint. Refusing brandname coffees and actually called their sizes 'small', 'medium', and 'large.' He was already intrigued and delighted by the slightly run down exterior, but what eventually caused Merlin to choose this spot as a weekly hangout, was the excessive amount of students from Camelot.
Apparently, the shop had become something akin to a library or study area. It was quiet, but still had the soothing windows so he could watch the way people walked. (There were those who dressed in suits that had no folds and walked quickly, heads down, heels first. Then there were those like him, who had an awkward gait, but sauntered around to enjoy the view. Though, Merlin also tended to run a lot of places....)
He glanced around again, decided he had gone unnoticed, and stared down at the offending email.
Attendance is mandatory.
Oh, well, poo.
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Merlin tended to remain an optimistic person, which is why, despite his incredibly romantic and perfectly cliche Valentine's day being ruined, he still pulled Arthur through the grass. He was beaming, just happy that Arthur was letting him hold his hand in public (ok, he was pulling him by the elbow, but it was a start. Okay? Okay). Plus, he liked Valentine's day and he liked having a blond jock on his arm to flaunt. (Or drag. Whatever.)
Merlin zoned out somewhere around "Arthur Pendragon will be forcibly bared with someone else on Valentine's Day and not the boy he's been snogging for weeks." Disheartened, he stepped aside and waited to see which unnaturally pretty girl got to spend the day with Arthur. When Morgause was called, he breathed a sigh of relief, letting his grin fall back into place. He trusted Morgause in every way, plus, ya know, it helped that she openly hated him.
He could handle this.
He waited for his own name to be called, bouncing slightly on his heels. This'll be fun! New friends! No worries; I'm gay!
Then, he was paired with none other than Morgana Pendragon.
Awkward.
So, so, awkward.
He sparred a glance at Arthur, sympathetically, and pouted as his retreating back. It wasn't until a (obviously high) bubbly girl pranced her way over and clamped a bloody handcuff on his wrist that he decided, no, this isn't going to be as much fun as previously anticipated. He paid close attention to the instructions given and immediately went about studying the map. Why not play along? There was no point in complaining all day.
“You’re Merlin, aren’t you?”
"Last time I checked."
Does rain ruin satin?
*Shifts her books to her other arm and shakes his hand, smiling and nodding* Well, Merlin your life seems much more entertaining than mine. But I bet all the work you do for him pays off in the end. *laughs loudly* Oh yeah, definately fantastic. *Chuckles and smiles* Floree StJames. First year, studying classics and art. I also spend a hell of a lot of time in the Library, drink an awful lot of tea and apart from that, there’s not much I can really say for myself. So it’s up to you to make of me what you will. *smiles*
I'm a regular old sitcom. *Laughs with her* I certainly hope so, but all it's earned me is another list of chores. *Shakes her hand, nearly dropping the soiled coat* Pleasure to mee you, Floree. Seems we have a lot in common. Tea and books that is. Have you ever had Lavender?
well hello hello, tiny emROSE. did you know your Little Prince is having a tournament in your honor? he and Feisty Kitten get to decide who's DA BOSS!
What is the first curse word that comes to mind?
Uther.
You can never go wrong with the age old classic! Fuck.

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What was an occupation you wanted to be when you were a kid?
A baker!
What's your opinion of Arthur?
What do you even see in Arthur anyway? He's pretty much the biggest douche I've ever met.
You clearly haven’t taken the time to get to know him.
Arthur’s like an onion, you peel away some layers, cry a little, and then have some wonderful seasoning for your burger. The point is, you have you be willing to peel despite the tears.
When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?
What is something you regret in the past month?
Kissing Arthur when he still doesn’t know what I am.
Ruining a total of six of Arthur’s jackets. Or not divulging in what this University has to offer, especially meeting new people.

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Do you prefer to read poetry, write poetry, or neither?
I write poetry. For example:
Arthur, oh, Arthur,Where ever you may roam,That scent follows you,The smell of your overpriced cologne.
Which, to me,Smells like a funeral home.
Does rain ruin satin?
*nods slightly and looks at the floor, smiling slightly* No nothing bad…w-well not really bad anyway. We were talking in the library and you came up. You were apparently meant to take all of his books back- *looks at him* Well, yeah, I guess he didn’t really say much else except that you work for him and that I’ll probably see you in the library when you /are/ taking his books back. *Looks unsure but smiles* If it makes you feel any better, I thought you sounded pretty cool by what he was saying. *smiles*
*Mutters* Oh, damn, I still haven't returned those. *Kicks at the ground* Well, let me introduce myself properly then. *Extends his hand* I'm Merlin Emrys, I work for a prat, I'm a biology and chemistry major, and I don't just haul Arthur's dirty laundry around. Though, that is a full time job. And also smelly. *He smiled* If Arthur made me sound cool, then I must be fantastic.