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KnightsOfTheThickTable
Welcome to the side-blog where I'm putting my BBC Merlin fanfiction so everything is in one place. You can also find my fic on AO3 with the same username.
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“What are you doing with that?” Arthur nodded towards the blue cloak that Merlin gave to Arthur when he disguised himself as a peasant. Arthur had kept it and used it whenever he needed to sneak about the castle without acting like a king.
George looked at King Arthur, then at the tatty blue peasant’s cloak and then back to the King. “Your majesty, I found this- thing- in your wardrobe. It seems to have been put there by mistake… or as a practical joke by your knights… or an insult by your enemies.” George surveyed the poor excuse for a cloak as he would any other traitor to the kingdom.
George's reaction annoyed Arthur more than he fully understood. “It’s Mine.” Arthur frowned at his possessive tone. It was just a cloak. However, it was his cloak. “Put it back!”
George sighed, giving in to the orders of his King “As you wish, sire. I’ll put it at the back of your closet.”
“No George. You’ll put it where it was originally. Don’t make me say it again.”
George reluctantly placed the cloak back and wiped his hands to cleanse himself of whatever contagions it harboured.
This again bothered Arthur. “And when you’ve finished here, my armour needs polishing and then you can muck out the stables. Then get the targets ready for me to do training this afternoon.”
“Thank you, my lord, but I would wish to deprive the stable hands of their work. I shall inform them and the armourers of your needs and ensure that the tasks are up to standard. I shall also fetch a squire to train with you this afternoon. If there is nothing else, my lord?” He bowed.
“No, no. That will be all.” It had been a while since Arthur had had a servant who knew the boundaries of their role.
George bowed again and exited through the servant quarters.
“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with him,” Arthur admitted when George had gone.
Guinevere laughed from the other side of the room. “Merlin will be back soon. I think it’s nice that you gave him a week off to see his mother.”
#merlin#merlin fanfic#arthur cant cope without merlin#merlin/ arthur's blue cloak#fanfiction#domestic fluff#merlin has a day off#merthur#merthurfluff#incorrect merlin quotes#this is canon
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MERLIN: Well, this is a pleasant change of scenery.
ARTHUR: Merlin, this is a prison.
MERLIN: And a very nice one. Open air for some breeze but also with a roof to hold off the rain. Top quality metal bars. Need to wait to see what the food is like, but this may even make my list of top 5 prison cells.
ARTHUR: You have a list?
MERLIN: You don't?
ARTHUR: Shut up Merlin, you could at least take this seriously.
MERLIN: Me? Arthur, it was your crazy idea to get us all kidnapped in the first place.
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“Come Merlin. I need a break from all the paperwork and council meetings to legalise magic. Let's go hunting.”
Merlin sighed, then smiled as a thought came across his mind. “Ok, but not hunting. I have a different idea.”
The warlock Merlin led King Arthur deep into the forest and after a while, it became clear Merlin was tracking something.
Arthur searched for signs of what Merlin was looking for. It was big. Heavy. Four legs with claws. Occasionally, the tracks would fade, and Merlin would look up to where some branches high above were broken. The creature had wings.
A griffin. In fact, several of them.
Arthur had always been disappointed it had been Lancelot, and not him, who slew the griffin. He’d always wanted to kill one himself. Arthur relaxed into the trip and enjoyed Merlin's prattle about unimportant things. More than a few times, Merlin lost the creature’s trail, so Arthur set him right.
Eventually, Merlin dismounted and beckoned Arthur to do the same, which he did. Merlin snuck to a ridge in the forest. Merlin pointed to below the ridge where there was a stream fed by a waterfall which created a small island of grass.
Arthur counted multiple griffins. He raised his crossbow, but before he could line up a shot, Merlin pushed the crossbow down. “No. Just look.”
The adult griffins preened each other’s feathers whilst the foals? Owlets? played in the stream. One of the small ones jumped off a rock, flapped its wings and fell to the ground, making a sharp cry. A larger griffin nudged the smaller one with its snout and it got back up and climbed onto the rock again.
Very slowly, Merlin scooted towards them. Arthur followed. Initially, the griffins were wary of the two humans, but soon settled, perhaps with a little help from Merlin’s magic.
Merlin sat down on the grass and drew a picnic out of his pack. He beamed a smile. “I think this is much better than hunting.”
“Of course you do. You’re sitting down doing nothing,” Arthur teased, but he sat next to Merlin and watched the griffins.
“I misunderstood them. They’re social creatures who live in groups. When they’re alone, they get scared and violent. I didn’t know that when I killed the one that came to Camelot.”
“That was Lancelot.”
“Course. Yep,” Merlin said too quickly.
Arthur groaned as he heard the lying tone in Merlin's voice. “Come on then, tell me what really happened.”
And so, Merlin told Arthur the tale of Sir Lancelot and the Griffin. The pair enjoyed their picnic; watched the griffins play and chatted aimlessly about magic until stars dotted the night sky.
#merlin#merlin fanfic#fluff#merthur#merthur fluff#ficlet#griffin#storyteller merlin#how to train your king#golden age au
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In a land of myth and a time of magic, Merlin and Gwaine made a plan to deal with the latest threat to Camelot.
“Well, gotta go big or go home... So I was thinking of an explosion.”
✯ ✩ ✬
One poorly timed explosion and a considerable amount of blue goop later...
King Arthur glared at Gwaine and Merlin standing in front of him. “So you’re saying you were on the other side of the castle and that the blue stains on your shirts have nothing to do with the blue goop staining the Phoenix corridor?”
“Yep.” They both nodded.
“Did you know you’re both reckless idiots and terrible liars?”
Merlin beamed a smile at Arthur. “Yes, I did know that. Did you know that, Gwaine?”
“Yes, I knew that too, Merlin.”
“Well, that's good. At least we're all on the same page. I was starting to worry.”
King Arthur picked up the closest thing to him and threw it at Merlin.
Merlin ducked, and he and Gwaine scurried out of the room. “That was a close one,” Merlin said when they were out in the corridor.
“MERLINN!!!!”
“Did you hear that?” Gwaine asked.
Merlin shrugged and did not break his stride. “Camelot castle is pretty old. There are loads of strange creaking and sometimes when the wind blows through, it sounds like a person yelling my name.”
“Highly inconvenient,” Gwaine purred.
“Tell me about it.”
“MERLIN!!!”
“But- um- seriously, we should probably start running.”
Gwaine listened as he heard the scraping of Arthur's chair against the floor in the other room. “I agree.”
Merlin turned behind him as he heard the corridor door opening. “And it looks like Arthur agrees, too. We are definitely all on the same page.”
Merlin and Gwaine ran as Arthur chased them through the corridors.
From A Series of Unfortunate Excuses on AO3.
#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin fanfic#merlin & gwaine#fluff#humour#excuses#knights of the thick table#series of unfortunate excuses
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“Merlin! You cannot put the King of Camelot in a wheelbarrow!”
Merlin put Arthur in the wheelbarrow. “Gaius, there aren’t any other options.”
“Did you even try to think of any, or was that the first thing that popped into your head? Did it even cross your mind what would happen if you got caught?”
Merlin innocently shrugged and threw a blanket over the unconscious Arthur. “There. No one will notice.” He picked up the wheelbarrow and wheeled him through the corridors towards the royal bedchamber.
Merlin turned a corner and saw Sir Leon approaching. He’d seen the wheelbarrow. “Good evening, Sir Leon.” Merlin smiled cheerily, having no idea whether it was still evening or not.
“Good morning Merlin.” Sir Leon returned a cheery smile, trying not to look too closely at the wheelbarrow or its contents. “Nice wheelbarrow.”
“Thanks. It’s new.” It wasn’t. “Thought I’d take it for a spin.” Merlin cursed himself that his excuses were so out of practice. He was lucky this was Leon and not anyone else.
“Need any help?”
Merlin sighed, weighing the pros and cons of being honest. “Actually yeah. This is heavy. Could you help me push it to Arthur's room?”
“Sure.” Sir Leon cursed himself for breaking his own rules. He’d got in Merlin’s way and asked questions. Now he was complicit in this- whatever this was. Now he was pushing a wheelbarrow filled with what/who he really hoped was not actually the what/who his mind told him it was.
They wheeled him to the royal chambers, and Merlin quickly checked the room was clear before tucking the royal prat into bed.
Sir Leon watched as Merlin carefully closed the curtains, checking behind them as he did so. Merlin looked under the bed and in between the covers. He took off Arthur's boots and jacket and Leon helped him lift Arthur into the bed. Merlin brushed strands of hair out of Arthur’s face and fluffed up his pillow.
Sir Leon wondered how anyone could ever think of Merlin as anything but purely devoted to Arthur's safety and wellbeing.
“Thanks for your help, Sir Leon.” Merlin whispered as he walked away and opened the door for Sir Leon to leave first. “How’s your family?”
“Um. Good. Great. They’re well. Thank you for asking.” Sir Leon and Merlin chatted amicably through the corridors, acting as though they hadn’t just wheeled the unconscious King of Camelot through the castle in a wheelbarrow and desperately trying not to think about why he was in it in the first place.
From A Series of Unfortunate Excuses on AO3.
#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin fanfic#merlin fanfiction#merthur#fluff#fanfiction#knights of the thick table#merlin&leon#leon#merlin/wheelbarrows#Series of unfortunate excuses
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Re watching Merlin and I don’t like that the knights didn’t do anything when Gwen arrested Merlin (S5, E7). They’re supposed to be his friends! So I wrote a fic changing that. Here’s some guards recounting my version of how things really went down.
“Did you hear about the time the knights blew up the dungeons for the King’s manservant?”
A general negative murmur ran around the group of guards sitting in Camelot’s Rising Sun tavern.
The night shift dungeon guard glanced about to check that no nobles were listening. “Ok. Right, so it was back when our King Arthur was poisoned. Queen Guinevere arrested Merlin on suspicion of poisoning him. Cleared later of course,” He added when there was a shocked gasp. “But he did end up in the dungeons. So there I was keeping an eye on things, doing my job and the lad only left through the royal escape!-”
“The royal escape? I thought he was a manservant. What is it that Merlin does here?” A new squire asked in confusion.
The guard raised his hands. “Not my department. Way above my paygrade.”
“So you let him just go?”
“The king was poisoned mate, Merlin might be soft in the head at times but he’s a half decent physician. Probably went to Gaius and tried to find a cure or whatever.”
“Anyways, later that night Sir Leon. The bleeding First Knight of Camelot is coming over chatting to Me. He’s carrying pillows and blankets and said the cook was making a full meal instead of the normal prisoner rations. He’s wanting to make Merlin more comfortable while they sort out what he believes must be a mistake.”
‘Top bloke is Sir Leon.’ 'Good lad.’ the guards chorused.
“Yeah proper decent chap. But I’m there tryin’ to figure out how to say 'he already left’ when there’s this massive explosion. So I rush to open the cell doors only to find a ruddy sword pointed in me face. Get this, it was Sir Gwaine, behind him was Sir Percival and both of them covered in dust. There’s wood splinters and smoke everywhere from who knows what! And I do mean everywhere.
"Sir Gwaine yells at me 'What have you done with him? Where is he?’ Sir Leon batters him back like 'What are you doing here?’ Then they argued until they cleaned up the mess and organised cover stories for Merlin’s disappearance.”
“What did you do?”
“The only thing I could do in that situation. I casually walked backwards until they’d forgotten I was there. No way was I getting involved in that drama.”
The other guards uttered murmurs of 'good call,’ 'Nice one,’ 'Wise.’
“But that’s not even the best part. Next day, King gets better right and insists I let Merlin out. So I goes down there expecting the cell to be empty. And guess what? Merlin has only snuck back in the cell. He’s there pretending to wake up all innocently as though he thought no one would notice that he’d been gone.”
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