This is just a little cutesy merthur fic. I'm writing on it whenever I have time, and it contains merthur fluff and smut.

Uther Pendragon has hated sorcery since the very day it resulted in the death of his wife. He's ruled Camelot with an iron fist, murdering countless of innocent sorcerers in the public eye. He's raised his son, Arthur, to hate magic with equal passion. But what will Arthur's reaction be, when returning early from a hunting trip, he sees an execution taking place? What will he do when the man tied to the stake is his own manservant?

Arthur Pendragon is hopeless when it comes to the act of courting. Having failed numerous attempts at courting his manservant, Merlin, Arthur turns to the only people he can think of for help: the Knights of the Round Table.

Winter falls on Camelot. It falls to Merlin to keep Arthur company as the search for Morgana becomes increasingly desperate. 6000 words, Merlin/Arthur. Set in the break between series 2 & 3. I had to make a judgement call on whether we’re dealing with Yule or Christmas in this Merlin verse. I went with Yule (there was reasoning, but I won’t bore you with it). Chapter beginnings taken from Doubt Comes In, by Anais Mitchell, from my favourite album this year Hadestown (it’s a folk opera about Orpheus and Eurydice - so that’s the very definition of not for everyone but its weird and creepy and awesome)

Arthur Pendragon begins to worry when his manservant, Merlin, stops showing up to work.

Just random Merlin oneshots. I try my best to be as original as possible. Goes from being sad, to funny, to mad.... You get the gist. I don't ship Arthur and Gwenivere, so in most one shots, they never married. Most will probably be Pinterest inspired. Some ideas are taken from other books I've read and turned into my own. Don't think I even have to say this, but I do not own Merlin. Last but not least, please comment, and vote if you like it.

Arthur accidentally shows his love for his servant, Merlin, after Merlin falls ill in his chambers.

"So, what prince do you fancy?" "Where are you getting these ridiculous accusations? I only fancy this prat, his name is Merlin." "Oh, really?" "Really." "I fancy you too, Arthur." Merlin laid his head against Arthur's chest, listening to the slow breathing, and feeling Arthur run his fingers through his hair. *This story was for fun only, I was bored and wanted to write something. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions!* ACK IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT, SKIP CHAPTER 12