#merthian

Ships I like to write about:

• Merthur

• Morgwen

• Merthian (Merlin & Mithian)

• Mergwaine

— the rating doesn’t matter, I write explicit content as well as general

beautiful and talented queen of nemeth visiting camelot and everyone is like “are they getting married this time?” and nope! mithian is dragging merlin through the lower town laughing her ass off, both of them covered in mud, while some incoherent yelling is following them. oh yeah and mithian? the queen? dressed in what looks like one of merlin’s outfits. pants and all!!

Here's my fic for @bbcmerlin-reversebang, a Merlin/Mithian fic inspired by @ummyesisthisjasongrace's amazing fanvid!!!

Rating: T Pairing: Merlin/Mithian Summary:

Merlin is enamored with Mithian the moment he sets his eyes on her. But she has eyes for Arthur, and he seems to like her right back, despite what Merlin knows of his true heart's desire. But as the years pass and Morgana grows more powerful and desperate to throw her forces against Arthur, Mithian and Merlin find their wills tested, and their affections for one another complicating the battling forces that threaten them. -------------------- Or, The Hunter's Heart and Another's Sorrow, told as a love story between a manservant of Camelot and the Princess of Nemeth.

merlin knew mithian by her courage, aka the courage to come to a foreign kingdom to marry a king she barely knew for the sake of her people. she's not one to hide feelings, unlike arthur, and merlin has a knack for seeing hidden emotions because he's spent years on the lookout for ill-intentioned people to protect camelot (... and he also interacts daily with arthur 'denial is a river in egypt' pendragon)

My entry for the @bbcmerlin-reversebang 2025! My beloved Merthian <3

I've collaborated with @zorbojorks whose accompanying fanfic will be up soon, so definitely check that out as well! 🤍

Arthur was starting to think King Rodor of Nemeth simply found some cheap thrill in putting himself and his kingdom at the mercy of sorcerers. He did not say this aloud - Guinevere would probably hit him - but the thought festered in his mind as Princess Mithian, more excitable than he’d ever seen her, introduced her companion of recent months.

The newly-titled Lady Emrys was supposedly someone the princess had known for a while, but who only recently accepted the position of Court Sorcerer in Nemeth after “circumstances” drove her from her previous residence in another kingdom. It was all, needless to say, highly suspicious. Not least of all because no one else seemed to agree.

Granted, this particular witch didn’t look overtly threatening. She was sturdily built, with the broad shoulders and muscular arms that spoke to a life of real work. Several wisps of dark brown hair had escaped from the long queue that draped over one shoulder and, paired with a crooked smile and glittering blue eyes, gave an impression of someone more like the lady Elena: playful by nature, and a bit scatterbrained.

But Arthur understood the trickeries of magic.

“Mithian has been a true friend to me,” Lady Emrys effused as she led them, strolling along on Elyan’s arm, through a tour of the keep. The very sight of them had Arthur gritting his teeth.

Leon and Gwaine, at least, had the good sense to show a degree of wariness in the face of this sorceress - the former through a stiff politeness that Emrys refused to take offense at, and the latter with his usual roguish flirtation which could not quite conceal the tension in his shoulders or the hint of a growl in his voice whenever the lady’s comments drifted towards criticism of Camelot.

In contrast, the Queen and her brother had taken to Emrys at once, as if she were some long-lost cousin. It flummoxed and aggravated Arthur beyond the bearing. He wished…

But there was no use thinking of that.

Merlin was long gone, and he wouldn’t be coming back.

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