Warning: Loooong author's note ahead. If you choose, skip ahead for the first prompt.

I have been experiencing the most terrible case of writer's block, and am in need of some new ideas! So I turn to you fellow writers/readers for inspiration!

This series of prompts will continue in this story, and it will only be Merlin. Submit a prompt or idea that you've wanted to see in a story and I will dedicate a chapter to write about your prompt. You will be credited for the idea, by username or name, whatever your choosing.

If you choose to submit a prompt, here is what will be allowed:

1. Slash. Can be Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Knights, Arthur/Knights, Knights/Knights, Gwen/Morgana, etc. HOWEVER, I won't write a prompt with incest (Arthur/Uther as an example). Other people may write whatever they want, but I won't write about that.

As an extension, the slash pairings don't have to be between just two people. I will also write about threesomes if you so choose to submit a prompt about it, but no more than three per slash pairing; I find it extremely difficult to write foursomes and beyond.

2. Canon-pairings. Can be Arthur/Gwen, Gwen/Lancelot, Merlin/Freya, even Gaius/Alice. Any canon-pairing is acceptable.

3. Friendship/Bromance. Can be just friendship between Arthur and Merlin, the Knights with each other, Gwen with Merlin, basically anyone with anyone. Whether it be light fluff to borderline slash, I will write about whatever friendship your hearts desire.

4. Crack. Have a crazy, bizarre, hilarious idea that you want to be seen as a fic? Submit it! Anything is allowed!

5. Resurrection. If you want me to write a fic about Arthur resurrecting and it going a certain way, I will gladly write about it!

6. AU. If you want a chapter that doesn't have to with with Camelot, instead wanting them to be in modern times, I shall write it!

Basically, you can submit any prompt, and if I approve, I shall write it! These prompts can be of any genre, of any rating. I will add warnings at the beginning of each chapter as to what each chapter is about, so as to warn anyone that doesn't want to read something that makes them uncomfortable.

Please submit either via review or PM! I'd really appreciate it!

Well, this author's note is getting ridiculously long. Sorry to put all of you through that. So as a little gift for you, here's a prompt that someone had already requested. Enjoy!

Prompt: Could you write about Merlin getting injured and how Arthur reacts to the whole thing? Props if you add lots of angst and drama. Merthur slash and fluff please!

WARNING: male/male, Arthur/Merlin.

Technically, Merlin knew he should still be in bed, recovering; he was shivering slightly in the dark, empty corridor, cold as an effect from the amount of blood he had lost, even though the night air was not so cool. And he knew Gaius would soon as wring his neck if he caught him with the blanket shifted out of place, never mind what he would do if he had caught his ward heading toward the king's chambers in the middle of the night. However, disregarding his guardian's orders for rest and the massive amount of trouble he was going to be in later, Merlin continued down his path towards Arthur's chambers.

Absentmindedly, his right arm wrapped around his torso, toward the thick bundle underneath his tunic on his left side. He stroked the lump in his tunic, the thick layer of cloth that had been wrapped carefully around his mid-torso. He winced as the sword wound throbbed dully under his touch.

It had been a patrol. It was a patrol. It shouldn't have gone as wrong as it had. One moment, him, Arthur, and the knights were all jesting, laughing and poking fun at Elyan, who once again had the misfortune to have all of his water drunk by Gwaine. In the midst of their fun, an arrow had whistled through the air, narrowly missing Percival's neck and embedding itself in the tree behind him.

Instantly they had been on alert, getting into their formation to protect themselves against the threat.

Merlin had been left without a sword.

Seeing this, Arthur and the knights had immediately circled around him, backs to the warlock, closing Merlin off from any outside threat. Merlin vaguely remembered rolling his eyes at the unnecessary protection, yet had felt extremely touched at the fact that they considered him important enough to protect.

However, the protection from the knights did little when they had been attacked from all sides, bandits roaring and charging at them. They had all threw themselves into the battle, and what was once a circle of protection became a clear shot for a bandit to attack the defenseless servant. It was simple enough for Merlin to discreetly protect himself from the enemy; a branch falling here, a tree root there, simple enough.

Until Arthur had faced one particular bandit, one with a horrible, murderous glint in his eye that distinguished himself from all the others, each strike intent on falling the king. Arthur had been tiring from the onslaught, defending rather than attacking. The knights had been too occupied with their own battles to take notice. But Merlin did.

And then another one of the enemy had snuck forward, appearing suddenly behind Arthur, quickly raising his sword to deliver a sure fatal blow. Arthur didn't see him.

Merlin thought he had screamed. He had to have screamed. And he had run forward, magic forgotten in his panic and the desperate mantra repeating in his head Get to Arthur Get to Arthur! He had lunged forward towards the man, and the next thing he remembered was a horrible, horrible flash of agony in his side, and a furious, heartbroken roar that was Arthur.

He didn't remember much after that.

When he had finally gained consciousness, it was to Arthur sleeping in a chair at his bedside. He had observed the king fondly through past his heavy lids before the darkness claimed him again. When he next woke up, Gaius was there instead of Arthur. His uncle's relief was strong in his features, and the reality of just how close Merlin had been to death crashed down on the warlock as he saw the unshed tears in Gaius' eyes.

Rest, rest, and more rest. Gaius' orders. But Merlin had wanted to know how the king fared, wishing to see him. He had learned from Gaius that the knights and Gwen visited often during the time he had been close to death, but none so much as Arthur, who had returned every night without fail to sit and keep vigil over Merlin. Merlin had been touched by Arthur's behavior, but Gaius told him that Arthur had recently taken to staying in his chambers; the frequent sight of Merlin, so pale and unconscious and dying, had distraught and disturbed the king greatly. One day he had told Gaius to inform him straightaway if anything changed, and Gaius hadn't seen him since.

Which led to now, with Merlin trekking down the stone corridor, barefoot and shivering.

He wanted to see Arthur. He needed to see Arthur. He wanted to assure the king that he was alright and alive; if Merlin knew Arthur as well as he claimed, he knew that the man was slowly destroying himself with guilt over what happened to Merlin. It was his most humble and irritating trait.

Merlin sighed as he reached the door to Arthur's chambers. He grunted and felt his jaw set as his wound pulsed underneath the tightly wrapped cloth, closing his eyes momentarily.

He could go inside. He was going to go inside.

Opening his eyes once again, he reached forward and pushed the door open, quietly stepping inside.

Though it was the middle of the night, there was a warm glow inside Arthur's room from the apparent candlelight. Merlin furrowed his brows; he didn't know the king was awake. He had expected to walk inside and see Arthur sleeping, planned on sitting at Arthur's bedside to await the upcoming morning, wanting to see the king as soon as possible. But Arthur was not even in his bed.

Merlin opened his mouth to call out for the king, but upon a quick scan of the room, his eyes fell on a sight that made him choke on his words.

Arthur was sitting at his desk. His elbows were propped on the wooden surface, and Arthur's face was buried in his hands. Merlin's heart dropped as he heard a sniffle escape Arthur, and the once stoic king removed a hand to wipe at his tear-stained face, the other hand running through his golden hair.

"Arthur?" Merlin whispered, eyes wide.

The response was immediate. Greatly startled, Arthur leapt up from his chair, quickly wiping away all evidence of tears. "I thought I made it clear that I was not to be disturbed!" the king snapped, looking up to further chastise the intruder.

Then Arthur saw Merlin and froze.

Merlin stared, eyes wide. Arthur looked absolutely terrible. His face was red and tear-stained, and tears were still cascading from his puffy eyes. His once soft, golden hair was matted down with a slight layering of grease, making the golden hue appear more brown and murky. His face looked hollowed, the fullness of his face gone, replaced with horrid dark circles under Arthur's eyes, cheekbones jutting out in a way that seemed terrifying and unnatural on the young king. Clearly, the king had not taken it upon himself to care for his well being.

The worst part was Arthur's eyes. The normally rich blue orbs that were once so full of life and compassion and all the ferocity of a king, eyes that Merlin found easy to get lost in, were now dull and haunted and replaced with a look of such pain that Merlin felt his own eyes sting with his own tears.

Merlin barely registered when he slowly reached back to close the door. When the door meeting the frame emitted a loud thud, Arthur seemed to snap out of it; immediately he strode forward, a whimper that sounded suspiciously like the warlock's name escaping his lips and suddenly Arthur's arms were around his neck, the king's face burrowed into the crook of where Merlin's neck and shoulder met. Merlin closed his eyes as he embraced the king, trying his hardest not to wince when the movement slightly jostled his wound. He almost succeeded, but he didn't know if his eyes clenched shut at the pain or at the sudden wave of tears that threatened to overtake him.

"Y-You're alive," Arthur gasped.

Merlin let out an amused exhale. "Lucky you were able to bring me back so fast."

Arthur began shivering. "You got hurt because of me."

Merlin scowled and gently pried Arthur away from him, though he kept his hands on Arthur's forearms, keeping him close. "Stop that," he growled. "This wasn't your fault. How can I blame you for this?"

"You should," Arthur muttered, not meeting Merlin's eyes. He honestly looked so pitiful, with his face red from crying, in his night tunic, his lips in that semi-pout that made him resemble a child being scolded by his mother.

"No," Merlin stated. "It was a patrol, alright? It was not your fault that those bandits came. I always come with you on patrols and I won't stop because my luck happened to run out on this one."

"You could have died - "

"I'm still here, Arthur," Merlin said firmly, as if saying it with more emphasis would help the fact. "I'm alive. You brought me back in time, and I got help, and I'm fine. I'll always be fine."

Arthur suddenly looked up, and Merlin almost let go of his forearms in shock at the raw anger that appeared in Arthur's features. "You were almost killed, Merlin. All because I wasn't paying attention. You may be fine now, but what about next time or the time after that? It should have been me, not you."

"Don't say that!" Merlin hissed. "For as long as I'm here, I will always be protecting you. I will always be willing sacrifice myself for you if it means you'll live."

"That's just it!" Arthur roared, yanking his arms away from Merlin's grasp, turning away from the manservant. Merlin took this small moment to quietly cast a silencing charm over the rooms; it wouldn't do good to wake up the entire castle in the middle of the night if this turned into a shouting match. "I don't want you to! You are always so willing to throw your life away, to get yourself killed! It's as if you believe your life doesn't matter!"

"Compared to yours, it's worth nothing, Arthur!"

"Not to me!" Arthur almost shrieked, whipping back around to face the other man, eyes wild and furious. "Your life is worth something, not just to the knights, not just to Gwen, Gaius, your mother, but almost to me! Don't you see just how important you are to me?! Just how much I care about you?! How much I - "

Here Arthur faltered, hands in his hair in a frantic grasp, gaping at Merlin as if he had just seen him for the first time. Merlin was staring back with wide eyes, heart beating furiously and fluttering wildly in his chest at Arthur's revelation. Both were breathing hard, both for the same reason. Arthur gulped and glanced down briefly at the ground, eyes squeezed shut.

"Arthur?" Merlin whispered, breaking the spell.

Arthur's gaze flitted back up to Merlin, eyes filled with fresh tears. With a breath that sounded like one of defeat, he dropped his arms. "God," he whispered brokenly, and suddenly he was right in front of Merlin, having close the space between them with three strides. Merlin opened his mouth, bewildered, about to ask his king what was wrong…

And Arthur was kissing him, one arm wrapped cautiously around his upper back, his other hand reaching up to tangle itself in raven locks. Merlin grunted in surprise, hands moving up but not doing anything except hover over Arthur's shoulders. His eyes were wide still, feeling his heart beat rapidly in his chest at what was happened.

Arthur was kissing him.

Oh.

It was over just as quickly as it began. Arthur broke away from him, backing away from the servant quickly, a petrified look on his face. Merlin would have laughed had the situation not been so serious; for the king to be terrified of his servant was just so reversed,

Arthur managed to regain some of his composure, blinking rapidly and clearing his throat. "I'm-I'm sorry." There was no mistaking the waver in the king's voice. "I just... I'm sorry."

No no no.

"It won't happen again."

No, Arthur.

"I understand if you want to leave or mmph!"

Merlin crossed the room and cupped Arthur's face in his hands before desperately pressing his lips to Arthur's, effectively cutting off the rest of his sentence. Arthur hesitated for a moment before sighing, gently embracing the servant.

As for Merlin, it was as if an explosion had taken place, magic flowing through his veins rapidly without a point of stop, sparks of it threatening to leave him. It took all of his willpower to keep from accidentally causing a fire in the room. The first kiss had caught him completely off guard and he had been mainly trapped in the shock of it all, but this time, the one he could definitely savor to its fullest, was perfect.

Eyes fluttering completely shut, Merlin slowly moved his lips against Arthur's, overjoyed when the king respond almost immediately. He could taste the fresh tears that were falling down Arthur's face, tasting, past the saltiness, the pain and the love radiating from the other man that was being expressed so openly. When Arthur's tongue brushed against Merlin's, it was as if the world had exploded into stars.

Merlin barely noticed when a lone tear escaped the corner of his eye.

Through it all, he didn't even feel the pain in his side anymore.