Day 13 (officially Day 15): Grimoire

Day 13 (officially day 15): Grimoire

This is a bit rushed, cause I am severely lacking in time right now, but whatever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also if I’m not replying to comments, my apologies. I’ve tried, but it doesn’t seem to work a lot of the time. I’ll reply as soon as it works again.

*Cough* Arthur Pendragon *cough*

Sorry, ya'll hear something?

best thing you can do with a repressed character is hit them with various hammers and sharp objects until they crack open to reveal beautiful sparkling homosexuality inside. geode guy

If any of the knights possessed a single observant brain cell, Merlin would be in a lot of trouble lol!

I absolutely love this, it's giving me some ideas!

What if magic, the ambient natural magic of the world, loved Arthur? It recognizes Arthur as its own creation, destined to be with its physical form one day. So, even before Merlin and Arthur met, the magic of the world loved Arthur, knowing what he would one day become to Merlin.

As Arthur grows up, the magic that exists around Camelot aids him in whatever way it can. It can't do much without a sorcerer harnessing and guiding it, but it can influence the world around it in subtle ways, with a conveniently placed root tripping over an attacker here, or a branch falling from a tree there. Nothing that couldn't just be written off as good luck, but it happens so frequently for Arthur that he assumes that it's normal. After all, he's never known anything else.

So, when Merlin finally arrives and takes Arthur's protection into his own hands, Arthur doesn't notice anything amiss. Tree branches fall and knock out bandits all the time, that's just what always happens. His opponents, no matter how experienced, trip over roots. That's just the way it goes, nothing out of the ordinary.

So, when Leon tries to explain to Arthur that no, your attackers suddenly being rendered unconscious is not normal, Arthur doesn't buy it.

When Leon tries to prove it to Arthur the next time bandits attack, Leon's opponent is succinctly tripped over by a root and crushed by a falling tree. Leon just stands there in shock, while Arthur walks over like "See, I told you so! That's always what happens during fights! It always has."

And Leon's just standing there trying to figure out a) what the actual fuck just happened and b) how his king was such an oblivious dumbass.

Meanwhile, Merlin's laughing his ass off in the background.

*after battle*

Leon: Something strange is going on. During that fight a tree just... fell on one of the bandits when he was about to kill me

Arthur: Don't be ridiculous, trees and buildings and chandeliers fall on people I'm fighting all the time. It's normal

Leon: What?

Merlin: Hey look a distraction!

Sigan: Arthur will tremble at your voice. He will kneel at your feet.

*Long pause before Merlin responds compared to any of Sigan's other statments as Merlin asks himself why certain aspects of this idea are apealing. Then Merlin reminds himself HOW Sigan means this before he can figure out his feels.*

Merlin: I don't want that.

I love the idea of Merlin's magic being sentient and completely thirsty for Arthur! 😂

And Merlin himself isn't any less thirsty, he just has a better understanding of what's socially acceptable. His magic isn't quite on board with the idea that it's considered rude to take some of your crush's blood and mix it with pure magic to create a new soul as an offspring.

Council: Sir, you have to get married soon!!!! People demand an heir!!!!

Arthur: *gay panic* I'm pregnant!

Council: what?

Arthur: *points at Merlin*: it's his!!!

Merlin: what?

Arthur: it's a magic thing! Magic did this! *Whispering* thank god magic is legal now*

Merlin's magic: can we? Can we???? He basically allowed this just now!!! Please!!!

Merlin: no!! We're going to ask him first!!!

How "The Last Dragonlord" Should've Ended:

Merlin, pointing a spear at Kilgharrah: Tell me the name of god you scaly piece of shit!

Kilgharrah: Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your magic can make. You cannot kill me in any way that matters.

Merlin: I'M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU!!

Arthur, concussed and laying on the ground overhearing this exchange: ????