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theedorksinlove · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK + DAY ONE ↳ sweetest merthur scene(s) ✗ @merthurweek2022

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cabbageheadss · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK 2022 | Day 7 : finale's 10th anniversary - free day (insp)

#merthurweek2022 #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin #merlin emrys #colin morgan #bradley james #merthuredit #merlinedit #bbc merlin #bbcm #sia's edits #reposting again because this post wasn't showing up in the main tags :(

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strawlessandbraless · 1 year

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year

#Merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin memes #merlin crack #Merlin intro #merlin x arthur #merthurweek2022 #arthur pendragon #a young boy #christmas #winter #the once and future fandom #colin morgan #bradley james #christmas eve

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nothankyoudear · 1 year

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Ever since Merlin was a small child, Hunith had always bombarded him with loving touches. She carried him whenever she could, and when he grew too big to be carried, she left him with warm hugs and soft touches on his cheeks. She wiped his tears when he cried, and intertwined their fingers on cold nights as they slept.

Arthur, on the other hand, could not remember the last time he was touched by his father in any way other than a firm clasp on the shoulder. All his life, he's known nothing but side glances and firm remarks. No one was there to wipe his tears away when he cried, and certainly no one was there to hold him on cold nights as he slept.

He was the prince of Camelot, after all, and everyone knew that princes cannot be soft.

Which was why, the first time that Merlin went in for a hug, Arthur immediately flinched back.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Arthur left, unable to stand the tension in the air. Not thinking much about it, he had rendered it just another one of those awkward little moments with Merlin that would soon dissipate from his memory.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Arthur found himself unable to move on from it. He spent that night turning in his bed, wondering what it would've been like if he accepted Merlin's hug - The warmth and comfort that he had only ever seen given to others. He fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to be embraced by another.

Merlin doesn't do it again, at least not for a while. It was understandable, especially after Arthur reacted so drastically at his first attempt at closeness, but Arthur still couldn't help but spend another few sleepless nights regretting his reaction.

Because he was the prince of Camelot, and if Merlin - irresponsible, reckless, sarcastic Merlin - wasn't willing to touch him, then no one was.

So when the second time came - when Merlin, most likely without thinking ("when does he ever think?"), went in for a hug, Arthur hugged back.

He wrapped Merlin in his arms, and oh, it was bliss. The warmth and the comfort and the closeness that he had heard so much about were all real. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around the other boy's thin body and lean in, rendered helpless by a sense of aching intimacy.

Questions immediately appeared in Arthur's mind: How had he survived up until then without touches like these? If Merlin had never been assigned as his manservant, would he have gone his whole life without experiencing this? And now that he's finally experienced this, how could he go without it for the rest of his life?

The thought pained Arthur, so he squeezed even harder.

They didn't talk about it afterwards, but Arthur knew that Merlin knew. Arthur had exposed the softness underneath his hard exterior, and now Merlin knew.

And lord, was it great.

Their previously rare touches turned more and more common. Soon, putting on Armour turned into lingering touches on Arthur's body, and training sessions turned into Merlin haphazardly wiping the sweat from Arthur's forehead as he leaned into the cooling touch on his skin.

Sometimes, if Arthur was feeling brave, he’d even initiate some of these touches.

He’d hook his finger with Merlin’s as they walked to the stables, running his thumb against whatever skin he could reach. He’d warm Merlin’s seemingly forever cold hands by gently pulling them into his own bigger ones. He’d walk up silently behind Merlin as he’s softly humming a song while polishing Arthur’s armour, and wrap his arms around his waist, burying his head into the crook of Merlin’s shoulder.

It was like Arthur's mind was trying to reclaim all touches lost to the years. He craved skin - Merlin's skin - on his. He craved the way Merlin's fingers ran over his muscles. He craved these moments of intimacy where he wasn't Arthur Pendragon, the prince of Camelot, and he was just Arthur.

And somehow Merlin knew of this insatiable craving of his, because he was always giving and giving and giving. Arthur never openly asked for the tender touches and the soft trails of fingertips against his stomach, but Merlin - lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Merlin - was always there to give.

The love in Merlin was overflowing, and Arthur was there to catch every last drop of it.

And as Arthur was still human (despite how hard he tried), there were times when he wept.

Arthur cried the same way he cried when he was a child - with his shoulder shaking, his eyes shut, and his hands trembling. He also used to sob with his mouth open and with his grief audible like any other child, but that had long been scolded and beaten out of him.

However, despite the habits that he brought into adulthood, the nights when he cried were no longer like the lonely nights that he suffered through as a child - There was no ache in his chest as tears ran down his cheeks. No biting the collar of his shirt as he attempted to stay quiet. No harsh words to keep him silent.

There were, in their place, gentle caresses to his forehead as Merlin smoothed back his hair, murmuring words of comfort under his breath. A warm shoulder to lean on as he cried quietly. Thumbs that wiped under his lashes and nimble fingers that caressed his cheeks.

A voice that cooed and replied, “I'm here, darling” when Arthur whispered, “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin” through his tears. Lips that pressed against his as another sob seeped out. Arms that wrapped around Arthur, and gentle hands that ran themselves comfortingly over the expanse of his back until they both fell asleep.

And what a joy it was, to have someone who wiped his tears away when he cried, and someone to hold him on cold nights as he slept. To be touched and held and loved.

What a joy Merlin was.

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nicolasnelson · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK 2022 | sweetest merthur scene + red

Merlin! Where have you been?

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eddiediaaz · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK 2022 day 5: the color blue | winter colors palette

#merlinedit #merlin #perioddramaedit #merthur #merthuredit #*gifs #bellamyblakru #userdorksinlove #usernicolo #merthurweek2022 #underbetelgeuse #usermills #userxoames #uservalentina #userhann #usercim #usermarsy #1k #*gfx

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aithusar · 1 year

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I’m glad you’re here, Merlin

MERTHUR WEEK 2022

↳ Day 4: Soulmates + green (insp.)

#merthurweek2022 #merlinedit #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #merthur #merthuredit #arthur pendragon #my edit #edits #colours #this set drove me insane #tumblr algorithm gods please be kind

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tifacart · 1 year

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For @merthurweek2022

Day 1 - sweetest merthur scene(s) + red

-Awake, Lang leav, the universe of us

Reincarnated Arthur keep having the same dream about Knights, castles, a certain servant with red neckerchief and a huge bed with red coverlet.

#bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin #my art #tifacart #merthurweek2022 #merthur #merlin x Arthur #merlin x arthur pendragon

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camelotsheart · 1 year

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- Marya Hornbacher

Merthur Week 2022 | Day 1: Sweetest scene [head rubs]

#i cant do edits on my laptop rn so take this phone edit in the merthur week spirit #merthurweek2022 #bbc merlin #merthur

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lilsjames · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK 2022 | DAY 2 For the prompts “What does Merthur represent to you?” and “Orange”

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theedorksinlove · 1 year

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MERTHUR WEEK + DAY TWO (INSP) ↳ what does merthur mean/represent to you? ✗ @merthurweek2022

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cabbageheadss · 1 year

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- Nikita Gill

MERTHUR WEEK 2022 | Day 5: merthur & their chosen family

↪ the round table

#merthurweek2022 #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin #knights of the round table #gwen #gaius #the round table #guinevere pendragon #merlin x arthur #merlinedit #merthuredit #bbc merlin #sia's gifs

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bellamyblakru · 1 year

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- g. n. solomon

MERTHURWEEK2022 DAY 5: MERTHUR AND THEIR CHOSEN FAMILY + BLUE

#ashley creates #merthurweek2022 #this took me so long and for what #day 5: merthur and their chosen family + blue #okay im posting this but im not proud of it take that as u will #merlin #merthur #bbc merlin #all photo cred from that dale king. i edited them but they his

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nothankyoudear · 1 year

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Arthur doesn't have many secrets, being the prince of Camelot and all, but he does have one that he's managed to keep from everyone but himself.

In the prince's royal chambers, underneath the bed, in a box that can only be unlocked with a key that Arthur carries by his side, there is a small brown journal.

Unlike the most common expectations for such a carefully secured book, what is inside this journal is - to put it plainly - not important at all. There are no secrets inside this journal that could bring Camelot to ruins. No ancient prophecies that could shift fate and history, and most certainly nothing of importance to Camelot and its people.

What is inside this journal is actually quite simple - There is a list.

But the fact that it is a list is not what deems its protection and security, it is the content of the list. It is the list of everything that Arthur has wanted since he was a mere child.

The list starts off simple with childish whims and demands. Things like a horse of his own and a sword that spans the length of the castle itself are not uncommon reoccurrences.

Then, as Arthur grows, the list of simple things begin to evolve. He writes that he wants a friend who isn't just friends with him because he's the prince. He writes that he wishes his father would look him in the eyes without some sort of judgement for once in his life. He writes that he wants his mother back.

He writes because he's not allowed to want or have, and at least this way he could fool himself into thinking that maybe - just maybe - one day he'd finally get what he wants.

Then, Merlin happens, and Arthur slowly realizes that he is writing about Merlin more and more often in this book that was supposed to be about his own selfish little desires.

He finds himself facing the fact that Merlin has somehow slowly slipped into every minuet crevice of his life, and has consumed the secrets that were supposed to be his own little safe haven.

But even with this knowledge, Arthur can't stop.

So he keeps writing.

He writes about how he wants to crawl beneath his blanket and cuddle up with Merlin on cold nights. He writes about how badly he wants to hold Merlin's hand in his every time he complains about the cold during one of their hunting trips. He writes about he wants to touch and kiss those ridiculous ears of his.

He writes about how he wishes he’s not the prince of Camelot so he could be with Merlin. He writes about wishing he had the confidence to just tell Merlin he loves him so desperately that it burns him from the inside out. He writes about how he wants nothing more than the chance to love.

And sooner or later, he finds himself picturing and writing about wanting a future with Merlin - a future where Merlin agrees with run off with Arthur to a small, remote village.

He's got it all written out - Arthur would feed the chickens and Merlin would pluck the berries they planted. They'd grow carrots and wheat and maybe even keep bees. They'd lean on each other and kiss as the sun sets.

Arthur would love Merlin, and Merlin would love him back.

But he knows that he's still not allowed to want or have, so he simply does what he always does: He writes in the journal, puts the journal in the box, and locks the box before returning it to the space underneath his bed.

Afterwards, he sleeps in his bed alone, hoping that he dreams of him and Merlin on their little farm tending to chickens.

And one day, as Arthur is feeding their chickens and Merlin is collecting ripened blueberries from the bushes they planted, Arthur will tell Merlin about the silly little journal that he wrote in about a silly little future just like the one they have. Merlin will smile at Arthur as they watch the sunset, and before they kiss, he'll whisper, “I know.”