Albion s'agite. L'ombre la guerre se répand, menaçant de tout engloutir sur son passage. Le royaume du Nord ne compte pas tomber sans se battre, et si bataille il doit y avoir, Balinor fera en sorte qu'elle rentre dans l'histoire. AU où Balinor est roi, Hunith sa reine et ils se dressent face à la tyrannie d'Uther. Beaucoup d'OC.

Arthur realizes two things: One, sorcerers smell like rotten eggs. Two, other sorcerers smell like peppermint. He decides to journal each time he smells either one, but sometimes, it just doesn't make any sense. Like how often Merlin smells like peppermint. (Crack! No warnings)

This is going to be a ongoing series of little stories that happen after my other story "Damn Centaur". Ratings will differ between fics but will most likely stay as K.

Gwaine was a lady's man. But, once, he didn't get away with it, one time a fun night at the tavern left him trapped around for nine months. A set of stories on a character I made. She probably wont get more than these little stories Ive made but I feel she deserved to be on here. Rating is at T because to be fair it isn't very nice some of the stuff that happens.

What it says on the tin. Enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.

Hundreds of years after Camlann, Merlin has finally found a piece of solace in somebody. Vignette.

Merlin je přímočarý a čitelný jako otevřená kniha, pro ostatní by se rozdal a bezpečí kohokoli považuje za důležitější a přednější, než svoje vlastní, a neumí lhát, ani kdyby mu to mělo zachránit život. A Artuš někde hluboko uvnitř ví, že je to proto, že Merlin – na rozdíl od něj – nikdy nemusel předstírat, že je někdo jiný. Artuš/Merlin, Artuš/Guinevere, Artuš/OMC

what's the misunderstanding not being able to tell the truth before hand? Not telling why I did what I did? Or not telling Arthur how I really felt about him.

He couldn't breathe as Cenred's fingers twisted tighter in the collar. "You belong to me," Cenred said when Merlin's face was inches from his. His eyes were dark and hot with greed.

(WIP, On hiatus) Modern AU, no magic. Arthur is a famous writer who can't figure out what the lead character in his bestselling James King detective series should do next. Merlin is head detective at the NYPD and his captain just assigned him a new partner for a few days. Can they stop bickering long enough to solve the murder of a john doe?

Merlin's scars are revealed when a Gawain unwittingly discoverers something Merlin has been hiding. Gawain hatches a plot for Merlin to reveal what is going on and what is upturned none of Merlin's closest friends could ever guess.

Merlin is not who he seems, Camelot made a treaty two hundred years in the past and know finds itself in violation of said treaty. Merlin, the Crown Prince of Moonshire the elfin nation on the coast, has declared a broken treaty between the two nation. Just what was in this treaty? What are the consequences for breaking it? Elf Prince Merlin, Good Morgana, Alive Uther

Merlin's Weaxung (a time when young Druids leave home and travel through Albion to discover the world, and themselves) is cut short when he enters Camelot, uncovering a plot against not only himself, but King Uther, Prince Arthur, and the mysterious kingdom of Vala. His life at stake, Merlin learns of a secret, hidden from him by his people, that just might turn the tides of war.

Pendragons are so thick. IDOM

"I'm sorry," he whispers, sitting at the edge of the water with his fingertips brushing the surface. Ripples spread across the lake, half-stop, and are sent back in gentle waves. / Merlin visits Freya sometimes. Oneshot, set any time after season two.

Winter break had come and they were in need of some fun. Merthur Modern AU

A collection of unrelated ficlets. Mostly AG.

-"No,you have the right to know..."I bit on my lower lip before continuing."I-I have magic"..."You're a sorcerer?"Arthur asked,sounding collected but I knew better than that.Warning:Angsty fic Reveal!Fic Rated T to be safe...

"Merlin avait besoin de sentir Arthur, de sentir sa chaleur, pour enfin être rassuré." [Drabble PWP, écrit dans le cadre des soirées drabble de la Ficothèque Ardente]

Ten months after Merlin laid her to rest, Freya returns to him freed of her curse, revived from death by a promise made to an ancient spirit. But when Freya vanishes without a trace, Merlin is forced to counter a dragon's enchantment in order to rescue his wife from the clutches of a bitter king. (Original published in 2013, rewrite).

A poem on Merlin based after Arthur's death.

Merlin stayed. And he watched. He watched as the final ember faded as Lancelot had. One-shot. Rated K for sadness. Slight Arwen.

Merlin was more affected by Lancelots passing than people thought. May be continued but currently a one-shot.

On the streets of London, there is a street magician. His talent is good, but he's no one special, until he is - to one blond in particular. (Immortal!Merlin, Reincarnated!Arthur)

Merlin and Morgana are called into their son's Principal's office, because their son apparently said something inappropriate to another student. Summary sucks. Modern Mergana!