Merlin Oneshots

Sick Boy (songfic)

They say that I am the sick boy

Merlin felt his heart breaking at the hatred emanating from Arthur's very being. He'd known, deep down, that there was a chance Arthur would react this way to the revelation of his magic, but he'd hoped for what was apparently too much.

Easy to say when you don't take the risk, boy

He wished he hadn't poisoned Morgana against his cause. For all her current faults, surely she'd at least be able to make Arthur see sense. Well, she would have been before she'd turned.

Welcome to the narcissism

Arthur unsheathed his sword as Merlin fell to his knees, heaving sobs wracking his scrawny frame. The law was the law, and as king, he had to uphold it.

Where we're united under our indifference

The sword went straight through Merlin's torso, but missed his heart. The wound has clearly been meant to cause a slow, painful death. The knights, friends of Merlin's though they may have been, showed no emotion.

I'm from the east side of America

To put it bluntly, Merlin's magic had doomed him from the day he was born. Even in Ealdor, the border with Camelot was too close for comfort. Honestly, it was surprising he'd made it this far.

I live on the west side of America

Even with the magic, Camelot had felt like home from the day Merlin had arrived. It's a sad thing when even your home isn't safe.

Yeah, they call me the sick boy

Merlin spent the next three days lying in his bed, slowly dying from the stab wound. There was nothing Gaius could do but make him comfortable and spend one last increment of time with his ward. On the fourth day, Merlin woke up and looked Gaius in the eyes.

"Tell Arthur I'm sorry."

Then Merlin took his last breaths, and knew no more.

And somewhere, on the other side of Camelot, a part of Arthur's heart shattered as the other side of his coin was ripped away from him.

Well, I tried. This is my first Songfic, so uh... no hate plz