"Well you'll have to forgive me, Merlin," Arthur began sarcastically, "But not all of us can be sunshine and daisies all the bloody time, you know."

So Merlin was content to tell himself, in the beginning of things, that nothing would truly last forever, least of all his torrid love affair with the crown Prince of Camelot.

Arthur is a lot like the sea. Merlin watches him from the dark spaces, pining for his love.

Arthur plans to walk through the veil... (Story is better than the summary.) A Oneshot based off my series Miscommunications. Gen. Pre-Merthur. Lancelot. Minor Character Deaths.

What if Morgana could have been good? What if Merlin had been the one to tell her her powers were not evil, if he had told her about his? If he had helped her learn about them, would things have been different? Would they have been able to escape their destiny? Not abandoned, I promise. Even when it seems like it.

"I really don't understand why you pretend to be arrogant." Merlin stated. "It truly amazes me, on occasion, you say the wisest things. Really Merlin, where does that come from?" Arthur wondered. Merlin had wished they'd be propper friends, not just two destinies, bound together by fate. But there were other days, they were.. ALMOST, and destiny seemed like a distant dream.

A strange guest appears before the court of King Arthur, The Knight of the Round Table, and Court Sorcerer Merlin asking for forgiveness for the pain caused. What will be the reaction of Arthur and his company? Who is the guest asking forgiveness from? Merthur but Merlin Morgana friendship centric

Merlin and Arthur have been taken captive a ludicrous number of times. They also escape a ludicrous number of times; but we always see it from their point of view. What's it like for Barden, former bandit who is now a power hungry mercenary?

"You know... Red is definitely your color." Merlin/Arthur, Serial Killer AU.

Merlinův myšlenkový pochod...

"Are you in love with me?" Merlin interrupted, looking up from Arthur's bed with the question, the demand bubbling from his lips without thought or foresight of what could come of it.

AU reencarnación El rey de todo Albión a renacido de nuevo junto con sus leales caballeros de la mesa redonda, juntos harán frente a una amenaza de la que nadie sabe nada Por si eso no fuera suficiente tendrá que enfrentar amores pasados , nuevos sentimientos por su idiota brujo, ex siervo, que parece no sentir nada y un corazón extraviado. slash

**COMPLETE** Merlin's first (not) Yule in Camelot has arrived, and upon learning how cherished the holiday had been by a certain special lady, he sets out to provide Arthur with a little holiday cheer… (Friendshipfic. Christmasfic. Season 1.)

"Cries of pain, sorrow, anger, despair, it all came pouring out as Arthur sobbed, screamed, hit the floor and yanked his hair as he yelled and bellowed at the world's cruelest injustice, at how it just wasn't fair." Deathfic, Implied slash, Merthur.

Set season 4 after the darkest hour parts 1&2. During a routine patrol the knights and Merlin are ambushed by bandits, however these are no ordinary bandits. Forced to flee they end up in the last place Merlin wanted to be with his friends, he struggles to keep his secret and act normal whilst trapped in the mystery that is the crystal cave.

"It's not your sword I require," she says in a voice rough yet sweet as honey, "as much as your heart." - Lancelot/Morgana, dark fic

This was my first Fanfiction ever and I was literally 15 when I wrote it, so yes, it's badly written and I'm aware my OC stands out as a Mary Sue. So please, no flames in the reviews. Read at your own risk. [STORY DISCONTINUED] Arthur/OC.

Everyone's day had started out completely, totally, perfectly normal. Except now, Merlin had two problems. Gwen was missing and two girls had materialized out of thin air. Yes, materialized. And why did he care again? Oh right, he was an idiot. Arthur/OC.

"Arthur, m' tired," Merlin mumbled. Arthur closed his eyes as he barely held back a sob, not wanting to tell Merlin what he was about to. "Sleep then, Merlin. I'll wake you when we get back home." For words that were so final, Arthur wondered how his voice had sounded so strong. The two sat in silence for a few moments, both knowing that Arthur would not be able to keep his word.

"What... do you mean you never believed in Santa Claus?" Merlin asks, blinking at Arthur. "I never believed in Santa Claus," Arthur repeats with a shrug, one arm slung over the couch as he looks over at Merlin, the blase way he manages to say such a thing almost heartbreaking, Merlin thinks.

Set after 2x04, this is a short story about the immediate fallout of Gwen's kidnapping by Heingist, where both Arthur and Lancelot were there to rescue her. Based on cannon, with my imagination taking us off the beaten path just a tad. Primarily Arwen with mentions of Lancelot,

Traduction de Polomonkey, ma reine des fictions pour le Merthur. Résumé : Arthur est un garçon de la ville, même si il sort avec un rustre qui a grandi dans une ferme. Alors pourquoi diable, a-t-il souhaiter vouloir aider Merlin durant la saison de l'agnelage ?

It's the first snowstorm of the year in the mountainous countryside, and all of their friends are pleasantly tipsy and huddling in the back of Gwen's house for the warmth of the roaring fireplace and more drinks. She warms herself with Morgana instead. /Modern AU. Morgwen. Standalone.

A desperate king travels to seek help to have an heir, accompanied by his loyal knight. A scheming sorceress assures that the visit gets a different outcome than anyone involved would have anticipated… (Or a story of the challenges of parenting and dealing with meddling old women...)

After her kingdom was burned down by an envious sorceress, Princess Scientia is left stranded in the wilderness - until a handsome prince finds her.