As promised, humour! Actually, the second last one is less humour, more...I don't know. I think people call them crack fics? Most of these fics I write I could actually see happening, but that one...nope. Merlin would have to be reeeeeally drunk. The last one is one of my particular favourites, though. Thanks to whomever has read this far, but special thanks to the electric phantom (who I should make some kind of tribute to, you've reviewed every chapter!), Lion of the Mountain and sarajm for reviews and alerts!

the electric phantom - Thank you! I really wanted to write something about Gaius' viewpoint on Uthers' death. Those guys were friends, after all. I figured he'd have mixed feelings. Ah, Uther. The Lovable Tyrant. About the Gwaine one, I felt he probably made a lot of drinking buddies, but it's canon that Merlin was his only true friend - at least during season 3 anyway. Plus he gets into a lot of trouble, so Merlin might get caught up in it. Because the guy's a trouble sponge. I'm glad you like Will. After that one episode, they seem to forget about the poor guy. =( Thanks for sticking with this story for so long! =D

sarajm - Thank you for continuing on with this collection! I just love that Gwaine says Merlin's his only friend. So cute! You're right, Elyan needs to get himself a lady friend! Hmm, that IS food for thought...

Enjoy!

Arthur sighed, satisfied. He and Guinevere had just spent a good few hours receiving the blessings of well-wishers, and now it was finally just the two of them once more. He was about to compliment Gwen on her performance, when she all of sudden leapt out of her throne and began pacing on the dais.

"Gwen? What are you doing? Are you worried about how you did? Because I can tell you, you conducted yourself as well as any queen."

Startled out of her pacing, Gwen glanced at her husband and blushed.

"Well, it's not that exactly…"

Concerned, Arthur went to his wife and took her hands in his, his gaze and voice gentle.

"What is it? You know that you can tell me anything."

Gwen ducked her head and muttered.

"I…Well, I thought the throne would be more comfy."

Caught off guard, Arthur burst out laughing. Embarrassed, Gwen shushed him in case someone heard their King busting a gut. Once he was in better control of himself, she continued.

"As a servant, I didn't get to sit around all that much. Certainly never for that long. How the royalty have managed it all these years is beyond me. I would have thought thrones would be more comfortable."

Still giggling slightly, Arthur kissed his Queen on the forehead.

"Only you could prefer scrubbing floors to sitting on thrones."

Merlin sighed and met the eyes of the haggard man who had dragged him into a deserted room in the castle before giving him a rushed and incredibly confusing explanation. Rubbing his fingers into his temples, he ran over the man's revelations.

"So…you're telling me that in two days' time, Arthur's going to be dead."

The harried figure nodded vigorously.

"So you came back in time to enlist my help?"

More frantic nodding.

"And also – this being the part I really can't get a grasp on – you're…me. From the future."

The warlock's supposed future-self sighed wearily.

"I know it's hard to believe -"

"Yeah, you might say that."

"- but you're going to have to trust me. His Royal Pratness needs extra saving this time, meaning he needs both of us if he's ever going to get his fat backside on that throne."

Merlin considered this before nodding. Stranger things had happened since he came to Camelot, so when he thought about it, time travel wasn't too unbelievable. Just another day in the life of Emrys.

Merlin was bored. Sure, he was Court Sorcerer – and head of his own branch of sorcerers, no less – but now with magic being legal and Arthur having a rota of magical bodyguards, Merlin had a lot less to do. His new duties didn't take him a quarter of the time he used to spend picking up after Arthur.

Merlin had tried to resume some of his old duties, but the King was having none of it.

"Merlin, it's not seemly for a major member of the Court to be going around washing my socks. Nor can you be my bodyguard all the time. It's time someone else shared the load."

"But what am I supposed to do?"

"Get a hobby."

Merlin huffed and opened the old tome in his lap once more. He had read it more times than he could count, but it was better than twiddling his thumbs. He couldn't resist one final rejoinder.

"I don't care what Gwaine says, I'm not taking up drinking."

Arthur woke up to the most wonderful sight in the world. Guinevere. Finally. Finally she was his Queen. He decided to have a long lie-in today. Everyone in the castle knew how long they had waited, so no one would interrupt their first morning togeth-

"Let's have you, lazy dai-"

"MERLIN!"

Merlin froze, horrified.

"Oh! Sorry. I forgot about…It's just I've been doing this for years…force of habit…"

Arthur voice shook with barely contained rage. He pointed at the door his servant had just barged through.

"Get. Out."

Merlin beat a hasty retreat, still babbling, face bright red.

"Y-yes. Of course. Yes."

He paused, still feeling awkward, and feeling he should apologise somehow.

"Have a…good morning?"

The pillow lobbed at his face muffled any further attempts to make amends.

Merlin paced back and forth before taking a deep breath. Striding forward, he lightly kicked a familiar lead-lined box. The loud snores coming from within cut off and an obnoxious nasally voice took over.

"Watch it!"

Merlin resisted the urge to kick harder. His voice was tight with annoyance.

"Listen you-"

Merlin was cut off by the Goblin's snarl of recognition.

"What do you bloody want?"

The warlock hung his head in resignation. He hated this plan, but he didn't have any other options.

"I need your help."

"Bog off!"

"I'll make it worth your while."

The snarling stopped.

"…Gold?"

"Yes."

"…Lemme out."

Merlin's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"How do I know you won't just run away?"

"I give you my word. Goblin's honour."

The warlock muttered under his breath about how little that oath meant. However, he had no choice. Readying himself for any funny business, he undid the clasp of the Goblin's casket. Out leapt the green-skinned creature, stretching cramped muscles and eyeing Merlin with distaste. He leaned against his former prison cockily.

"So, you need my help, eh? Is the King a slap-head again? Is the Kingdom once more victim to flatulence?"

"I need you to lead me to the Mystic Vale."

The Goblin's eyebrow rose. His time in Gaius' body must have rubbed off on him. Sensing Merlin's desperation, he decided to milk the situation for all it was worth.

"…Alright, I suppose I could help you."

He grinned wickedly. Clearing his throat loudly, he began listing his conditions.

"Number one, massive reward. I want a huge pile of gold. Number two, I get to go free. Number three, you destroy this box. Number four…you have to call me master."

Merlin bit his tongue to keep himself from objecting. He nodded stiffly in agreement.

"Alright then, let's go."

The Goblin gave him a supercilious glare. The warlock corrected himself through clenched teeth.

"Alright then. Let's go…master."

The Goblin rubbed his hands together gleefully.

"This is gonna be fun."

"Gaius, I am sick of hiding round corners or turning myself into an old man when I need to do magic in front of people. So, I have a plan."

"Merlin, I fear Arthur knows you too well. He'll probably be able to see through any disguise you come up with."

"Not this one!"

Merlin sprang up the steps to his room and emerged some minutes later. When he saw his ward, Gaius had to worry about whether he had gone off the deep end.

Merlin was wearing his regular breeches and blue tunic, but his red neckerchief was not around his neck. He had tied it over his face like a mask, familiar blue peepers peering out from behind hastily crafted eyeholes. To complete the look, he had one of the Knights red cloaks slung over his shoulders. He looked ridiculous. Even more than when he wore the stupid feathered servant's hat.

"Merlin! Have you gone ruddy bonkers?"

"Gaius, I will be the greatest hero Camelot has ever seen! No, wait! What's better than a hero?"

He struck a dramatic pose while he thought.

"…A…superhero! I shall be the world's first superhero!"

The world's first superhero bounded off into the night. It was only after his ward left that the physician smelt the alcohol that had been on Merlin's breath.

"C'mon Arthur! If you're going to marry a commoner, you have to learn how to dance like one."

"Shut up, Merlin!"

Arthur had thought it would be nice to surprise Guinevere with a traditional dance done only among commoners. He thought it would be a romantic idea for the wedding celebration. He was now learning that commoner dances were decidedly more energetic than those of the nobility, and he was having a hard time keeping with the beat. Dancing was never his forte.

He also had to put up with his manservant and Knights jeering. This particular dance required at least two pairs, so Merlin, Percival and Gwaine volunteered their services, while Elyan and Leon kept the beat by stamping their feet.

He originally had Gwaine as his partner, but the mischievous Knight took his role too seriously. After going through the first few moves with Gwaine alternately simpering and winking audaciously, he had swapped to Merlin. The servant had the grace to be slightly embarrassed, but still found Arthur's incompetence to be a source of great amusement.

"Then it's left for eight counts, right for eight counts and…Gods, you really are hopeless, aren't you? Ah! That's my foot! You did that on purpose!"

"No kidding, Merlin."

"Look, you'll get it eventually. You just need to loosen up. I mean seriously, loosen up, you're crushing my fingers."

A surly grunt was all the apology he would get. Merlin sighed. It was going to be a looong lesson.

"Okay, from the top."

Yes, Merlin is the World's First Superhero! That one's pretty weird, so I'm probably the only one who finds it funny...but it goes up anyway! XD

There's a bit of a story behind the time travel one. I've never really written an adventure before, only introspective stuff, so I decided - seeing as I find Merlin so easy to write for - that I would try one out. And then my stupid mind immediately said: "Time Travel." And I went: "No! Bad brain. Time travel would be too tricky a concept for my first try." But it turns out...you can't fight your own mind. So maybe one day a time travel adventure might appear on my page. All I can say is...don't hold your breath.

For the Goblin one...I don't really know where it came from, but the idea of Merlin being forced to work with him was kinda funny. There's a small chance it could actually turn into a full story, but it would need work, so I'll probably only do it if there's anyone actually interested.

*ATTENTION PLEASE* - Okay, I had a backlog of 10,000 words when I first posted, and most of those words are now up. I want - scratch that - I need more ideas if this is to continue. Give me anything! A song, a quote, a colour! Just some kind of prompt so I can keep writing these. Or failing that, don't be hesitant in asking for one of these to be written in to a full story! I have some ideas going already, but I'd love to know what ones you guys wanna see. Ones already requested are an expansion on the Kilgharrah one from chapter 4 (from Alia Inverse) and the Gaius and Merlin one from chapter 5(from sarajm).

Thanks for reading! Remember - reviews, requests, critcisms, prompts all welcome! =D Next time is a Will bonanza!