Arthur can't help loving her... no matter what Morgana does.

Merlin had gone mad with the sounds.

Crack attempt in which the Harry Potter books turn up in Camelot. Gwen, Leon and Lancelot get into a ship argument; Elyan spoils the ending to Half Blood Prince on Percival and they all reach a shocking epiphany about Arthur and Merlin.

I love writing about Arthur and Gwen's relationship, especially now that she is queen. Everything is new to her now and I want to explore how she handles things. How Arthur plays a role in this. I hope you enjoy.

This came out of my main story, The Two Kings. In it, Merlin and Gwaine were revealed to have had one night of passion. This is the backstory and can be read as it's own ficlet or as part of the overall tale

Sometimes they were terrible, and sometimes they were wonderful. But Merlin knew that none of them were really premonitions. They were just his fears, his desires, come to life in terrible and wonderful ways. - A semi-reveal fic

It's when we face danger that we really manage to say and do the things that really matter.

Between Merlin and Morgana, Camelot's poison supplies have been depleted. Not even any crushed glass. Ficlet. No slash. Gaius-centric!

after 4x11: an angry Gwen chooses to help Camelot from being destroyed under Morgana's thumb. can she help Arthur even though she chooses not to forgive him? or will revenge/love get in the way?

Sometimes, when Arthur's being a prat, There is just no pleasing him. *Set at some point in series one because Arthur is well, still a prat* Disclaimer: I don't own anything! xx Enjoy

I which Merlin tells us about his life. No specified pairing YET...

"What will you do? Bleed to death?" Morgana sneered and turned towards Arthur, raising her hand again. And that was her mistake, turning her back like that. One-shot, no spoilers. Warning: character death.

The sun is shining brightly upon Camelot, Merlin is having a perfectly acceptable day running around, doing tedious chores for the prince. Little did the young sorcerer know, this would be the day his relationship with Arthur would be forever changed...

Colin's new in town, freshly enrolled in the prestigious Pendragon College and lo and behold by some twisted turn of fate he's got himself mixed in with the rather handsome prat, Bradley Pendragon. He's not like any of them, but somehow Colin finds his place in the world. Prat and all. /Crossover Merlin/RL/

She has to kill them. All of them. Nothing will stop her. Dark!Merlin

Gwaine and Merlin escape from Morgana's castle and take refuge in a tavern. SLASH! Enjoy.

Meet Merline, a girl with a great destiny. She's a bit rough around the edges, weak like a newborn bunny and hopelessly clumsy. But who cares about that? She might be the greatest witch ever. Fem!Merlin, with Fem!Merlin/Arthur in later chapters.

"Good thing I'm dead…" No; no, he wasn't dead. He was standing right in front of him! He was alive! Alive! "No, Merlin. Not alive." "B… but…" "It's a long story.". modern fic, rated for language

"Honestly Arthur, I bet they could hear you all the way in Cendred's kingdom." In which Merlin is clumsy, Arthur yells, and Camelot's ears hurt. Set after Season 3.

There's something wrong with Arthur's armour. It must be Merlin's fault.

"How small you are, for such a great destiny." Arthur scowled, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "I'm taller than Lord Braxton's son and he is SIX!" A voice in the night causes a young prince to go exploring. He had no idea what he would find.

Sequel to my story, The Heart of the Prince. How others react to the scars Merlin received from Uther and Edmund. Slightly angsty start with cute ending! Merthur fic with some violence.

For Arthur, his destiny is fortunate, and far more clearer than Merlin's. Growing weary with fear of what lies ahead, Merlin's anxiety drives him to find means in ending the path chosen for him. Suicide Attempts/Self Harm/Angst

FAIL FICTION. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DON'T HAVE THE HEART TO WRITE ANYTHING GOOD. Arthur has waited and now a minstrel appears. His name is Mirnel. feat. Richard Marx.

So seldom do words fail me. But this moment happens to be one of them. Whether it's the look of the clothes he's wearing or the look of his wild hair, I couldn't tell you and I don't care to know. All I want to think about is what I'm going to do next.