Too Old To Be Captured In PoemsToo Old To Be Loved By EveryoneBut Loved So Very DeeplyBy A Chosen Few

Too old to be captured in poems Too old to be loved by everyone But loved so very deeply By a chosen few

Nikita Gill MINI MERCELOT WEEK 2021 | Day 1: Beauty

Merlin x Lancelot + text posts

I see your cryptid nightmare Merlin and raise you, cryptid-by-association Hunith. Like, it's canon that other magic beings have an innate ability to sense Emrys, and she's spent almost 20 years being surrounded by his magic, so now she just has this unseen aura of Not To Be Fucked With, By Order Of Emrys. On market days, she takes a shortcut to the next town through a Very Haunted Forest and it's like:

Dryad 1: Bro, there's a human in our forest, the fuck?

Dryad 2: Bite your fucking tongue, Carl, that's Hunith.

Dryad 1: Whoa, Emrys's mom?

Dryad 2: Emrys's mom. So put your fucking roots down and be nice.

Dryad 1: Oh, shit, yeah, totally, my bad.

Dryad 2: She's really nice, too. Watch. Hi, Hunith!

......

Hunith: *hears the trees rustling without a breeze*

Hunith: *raised a child that regularly spoke to plants, bodies of water, and animals*

Hunith: Good afternoon, lovely day, isn't it?

........

Dryad 1: Oh, she is nice!

Dryad 2: Told you.

A sorcerer in the market town sees Hunith come strolling idly out of a forest that has a Known history of trying to Actively Murder Trespassers and is just like, "What the actual fuck?"

i moved my queue 2 hours later because i didn't want this to get drowned out because YES

we've now seen cryptid eldritch horror that is emrys aka merlin, but anon is asking the right questions. who does the cryptid horror better? who started it first? who is ignorant to the abject terror they insight on magical people because of how they surround themself with???

why hunith of course!

Camlann, except no one is being held back by stupid destinies;

Merlin manages to keep Morgana and Mordred on the side of the light, which has a few rather influential knock-on effects.

Morgause leads her army onto the barren fields of Camlann, her hair and eyes wild, but her sword and focus sharp. Opposite stands her traitor sister’s half brother, the Boy-King of Camelot, surrounded by his precious knights. Today, they would all die, she would make certain of that.

Arthur struggles to keep his hands from trembling, he’s well aware that this battle will likely be his, and subsequently Camelot’s, downfall, but his nerves are settled slightly by Merlin’s comforting presence at his side. Which he feels immensely guilty at. 

He’d done his best to urge Merlin to run, to take Gwen and Gaius and maybe even Morgana, to go to Ealdor to pick up his mother and run even further, just in case. Merlin had refused of course; Gwen and Morgana had squawked at Arthur’s stupid chivalry and planted their feet firmly in the throne room, a symbolic last line of defence, and Gaius rolled his eyes and reaffirmed that he would be in the infirmary tent, as planned. 

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I look at you and I wonder about myself

I love how Gwaine would've probably been more responsible with Merlin's magic.

Like yeah he would've wanted to see the craziest shit but like. In a safe place where no one could see

Meanwhile Lancelot's like hey. Hey Merlin. Do unnecessary magic in this crowded corridor. Go on. Do it. It'll be awesome.

Gwaine's inherent chaos is slightly moderated when it comes to Protecc Merlin. Lancelot's is not.

They're a terrible influence on each other and I love them