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he was literally the only one to care about innocent kids stuck in a horrible place with a bunch of villains, against all advice brought them over to give them a chance. Not only did he love Mal, but he developed relationships with the other vks and helped them in their character growth too! He helped Carlos get over his conditioned fear of dogs, got Jay to join tourney and totally supported Evie in school. Like sure he has his faults but man was he just such a good person. He was so rude or die for what he believed in and did his best to help everyone using his status.AND ALSO YALL NEED TO SEARCH UP HIS CROWN TILT 😍😍

Round One: 1A

ARTHUR PENDRAGON

Round One: 1A

and eventually once they get their shit together, merthur live a long and happy life till they’re old men, merlin never has to do the trick again and the whole village thinks this generational curse was defeated by gay love

I like the idea that Merlin, while waiting for Arthur to return he sets up a little flower shop. It’s right by the lake, and it developed because he stayed right by the lake for Arthur. People find Merlin alone by this lake while they’re traveling and he’s all sweat and nice to them making them love him and they decided to settle down there. More and more people stay there making a town around Merlin. Merlin is just the old guy with his nice little garden who’s always been there, nobody’s sure how long he’s been there. No one is rude enough to ask him.

As civilization advances and the government starts trying to register everyone Merlin has to find a way around it. He finds that the best way of doing this is to find a girl who he can trust with his secrets and has her move in to pretend to be his wife. He illusions a little kid running around his garden so he’s had a ‘child’ and once the kid is of legal age he fakes his death and turns himself young again to be a ‘new’ person.

He repeats this process for generations so he is legally a person. Everyone in the town thinks his ‘family’ is cursed because the fathers always dies in their 40s or 50s, on the son’s birthday to become a legal adult.

He keeps this up with his flower shop that has now grown quite big that he hires college students to help him. Until one day Arthur shows up in his bedroom and chaos ensues.

In which Merlin does understand the significance of Arthur gifting him his mother's sigil

It’s occurred to me many people don’t know who the characters in red shoes and the seven dwarfs are based on in fairytales.

Let’s start with the obvious:

Snow White is Snow White from Snow White and the 7 dwarfs

Regina is the evil queen from Snow White and the 7 dwarfs

King white is king white from Snow White and the 7 dwarfs

Now to the f7:

Merlin is based on Merlin from Arthurian legends

Arthur is based on King Arthur from Arthurian legends

Jack is based off Jack from Jack and the beanstalk

Hans is Hansel from Hansel and Gretel

Pino, Noki, and Kio are Pinocchio from Pinocchio (this one really killed me because I couldn’t get it, I got the others but this one I had to look up lol).

I couldn’t find if prince average is based on anyone, I think he’s just the average prince in fairytale stories, no extraordinary characteristics, no first name, just nothing outside of his overall unappealing personality and vainness.

foster care

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Bonus: Third Place

Round Three: A

As with all momentous things, it began slowly. A sleep tunic and a change of clothes, became a drawer of Merlin’s clothes in Arthur’s wardrobe. Then a book on one of the nightstands turned into the entire thing becoming Merlin’s tiny library because he needed choices when it came to bedtime reading. And half of Arthur’s wardrobe was crammed with Merlin’s clothes, and the quilt his mother made laid over the foot of the bed that Arthur called their’s, and there was enough dust in the room that used to be Merlin’s for it to be considered well and truly abandoned.

Until…

“I cannot fucking believe you!” Merlin shouted, slamming open the door, and striding through it without a care in the world if said door ricocheted back to hit Arthur in the face.

Which it would have if Arthur weren’t trained since birth to have cat-like reflexes. He caught the door, glared at it, and seethed. He flopped down in chair, pinched the bridge of his nose, and waited for Merlin to calm himself.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Arthur closed his eyes against the pounding in his head. He had plenty to say, none of which would make Merlin any less upset. So he sat in silence until he couldn’t bear the curiosity of what Merlin was doing to make so much noise. He turned, and his heart stopped. In Merlin’s hand was his rucksack that usually hung on a hook beside the wardrobe, and was now full of Merlin’s clothes, and books, and—he’d even packed the fucking quilt.

“No.” Arthur stood, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. No.”

“What?”

“You. This. Whatever idiocy you’re thinking, no.”

“I’m going to my room, Arthur, where I can be away from whatever idiocy you’re thinking.”

“This is your room,” Arthur said slowly, and deliberately so the words could sink in through Merlin’s thick skull. “Do you not think it strange that you have to pack to go to your room? That all your things are here, and you haven’t slept in that tiny closet for months? You don’t just move out because you’re upset with me. You call me an idiot, and turn your head when I try to kiss you, and if I’ve really pissed you off—“

“You have,” Merlin interjected.

“Then you throw my pillow onto a chair and make me sleep in it!” Arthur shouted, and then bit his lip, trying to hold back the sudden rush of tears. Maybe Merlin was more than upset. Maybe…fuck. He sniffled, and softly added, “But you don’t walk out unless you stop loving me.”

Merlin’s rucksack dropped to the floor. “I didn’t—Of course, I love you. I didn’t realize. I just thought…”

“What? That I let all my servants claim my space, and half my bed?”

“Well I hadn’t thought we’d officially moved in together,” Merlin admitted sheepishly.

“We have. Months ago. You live here. I’m a prat. You’re all caught up now.”

And if Merlin wanted to linger in the argument before, he didn’t anymore. He didn’t even really want an apology for Arthur’s pigheadedness, but he got one kissed into his neck, and his lips, and his hair.

(Arthur’s the idiot in modern times here)

Arthur pauses the movie when his phone rings, and it’s Merlin’s face on the screen. Anyone else would go to voicemail. He doesn’t pause his shows for just anyone. There is such a thing as texting.

He barely gets out a “hi, love” before Merlin’s demanding, “Where are you?”

“At home, in bed. You said you didn’t want me to pick you up at the airport. Where are you? Did you make it home from your trip?”

“I’m at home, staring at an empty bed. Are you in the wrong flat? Oh my god, Arthur, tell me you’re not in the wrong flat, again! Mr. Simmons will kill us.”

“That was one time! I was pissed off my— Of course I’m not in the wrong flat! I’m in my flat, watching my television. I think I know where I live.”

“Oh,” Merlin whispers.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Right. Sorry. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Merlin—“

But he’s already hung up. That tiny little “oh” full of disappointment, and confusion lingering, replaying in Arthur’s mind like a scratched record unable to move on. The door to the flat opens, and a little bubble of joy blossoms in his chest.

“Merlin?”

“No.” Morgana. Damn. She stands at the door, hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“No you don’t. You haven’t lived here in months. I rent out that room on Airbnb.”

“You what!?! It’s my room!”

“You don’t need a room for old football jerseys and trainers,” Morgana scoffs. She looks round the room. “Where’s Merlin?”

That damn little “oh”. He’s a fucking pillock, the world’s biggest idiot.

“I want a cut of the Airbnb money,” he tells Morgana as he shoves past her.

“What?! It’s my flat!”

“Dad gave us the flat,” Arthur insists as he yanks on his shoes.

“Then I’m charging you the cleaning fee for your idiocy.”

Fair enough, Arthur thinks running out the door and hailing a cab. Merlin’s key is on his key ring. His favorite pair of trainers is by the door, his jacket on the coat rack, his boyfriend in the bed.

Merlin wakes as Arthur climbs into bed behind him. “What…?”

“You were right. I was in the wrong flat. How stupid am I?”

Merlin’s sleepy smile makes his chest ache, but then he tucks his mop of black hair beneath Arthur’s chin, and the feeling changes to a flutter as Merlin mumbles, “So stupid.”

(And read a canon version of Merlin not realizing they live together here)

i live for their reactions to merthur honestly

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Arthur Pendragon voice: Merlin

Arthur: That man wants to sleep with you.

Merlin: No, he doesn't.

Arthur: Yes, he does.

Merlin: He was showing me how to...

Arthur: Okay, anytime a man shows someone how to do something from behind, it's just an excuse for him to get really close and breathe on their neck. Watch any sports movie.

Merlin: That is not a thing.

Arthur: You mind picking up that mug?

[Merlin picks up the mug]

Arthur: No no, you're doing it all wrong.

[Arthur stands behind Merlin and picks up the mug with him]

Arthur: Here, let me show you. No, no, no. I've been doing this for years. See, the way to pick up a mug is like THAT. You just got to relax into it.

Merlin: [Merlin steps away] He wasn't doing that.

Arthur: It's exactly what he was doing.

he was a king! he didn’t even have to put up with anything merlin did

arthur truly thought of merlin as his best friend and it’s not appreciated enough. in the eyes of everyone else he was a kind person who was letting merlin get away with a lot .

arthur must have been so confused by merlin always talking about some sort of secret, disappearing for days, having a strange avoidance for a cracked old man, and randomly blurting lines about arthur’s fate at pressing moments like we don’t appreciate what this man put up with enough

at least they’ll be reunited when arthur dies

Arthur held Merlin in the aftermath of the battle of Camlan.

His idiot manservant had appeared out of nowhere and taken a blow meant for the king. A killing blow.

Merlin had been slain by Mordred, and in turn Mordred had been slain by Arthur.

“I did it…. I actually did it” Merlin whispered.

Arthur’s brows knit together in confusion. Merlin had sounded almost… happy?

With a closer look, he saw his friend wasn’t grimacing with pain, instead he was smiling the widest he had ever seen.

With that, Merlin gave a hearty sigh, and closed his eyes for the last time. He had conquered fate itself, and now he could finally rest.

Remember when Merlin brought Morgana flowers and Arthur Bitch Pendragon Esquire demanded to know where his flowers were?

Doodling time

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 3

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Merlin, who gives Arthur his neckerchief for good luck before a tournament (he pretends not to know what it means) claiming "I heard it somewhere that doing this could bring you good luck" (he enchanted it to bring Arthur luck during the tournament). Arthur, who is trying to keep a stoic expression as he takes Merlins neckerchief and ties it around his arm. He clears his throat and tells Merlin "I won't need luck," before muttering a soft thank you that Merlin barely hears. He turns around wand walks away, his face bright red as he makes his way towards the tournament.