Merlin suffers at the hands of foreign lords. Arthur dismisses the situation as he doesn't appreciate Merlin as more than just a servant. *bromance, slight whump, mainly Merlin getting roasted and shrekd by Arthur. Completed.* Cover art is by me

Merlin had managed to hide his nightmares from Arthur so far but how much longer? I saw this cover picture and was listening to 'thinking out loud' by Ed Sheeran and this just came to me so I had to write it. I finished this at 3 in the morning so please be gentle.

(A Merlin Fanfiction) Merlin and the knights were gathered around a campfire during a patrol, a simple bragging contest turns into something much deeper when the knights see Merlin's scars. They find out startling truths about their young friend.

It's just an ordinary in Camelot…well as normal as things get around here. Arthur and Merlin are out on a hunting trip by themselves and all seems well…until they are ambushed by a group of Morgana's men. The duo are separated, Arthur just escaping, but Merlin being caught. They take him back to Morgana, where she proceeds to torture him by twisting his memories. Every happy moment, every sad moment, every moment ever spent between Arthur and Merlin is twisted in Merlin's mind, causing him to believe that Arthur wants him dead. Eager to see Arthur's reaction, she lets Merlin go, making it seem that he escaped. When a search patrol finds him stumbling, weak, in the Valley of the Fallen Kings they approach him delightedly, glad to see he's safe. But when they learn the truth will things ever be the same between Merlin and Arthur again, or will he fear Arthur forevermore?

The young Prince felt the nausea from the previous night return as he was situated behind the executioner's stage, a pyre set with a stake in the centre. He tried his very best not to remember that Merlin would be mounted upon that very stake in moments, a fire ablaze beneath him...

When Gwen leaves, Arthur says he could never understand the pain of losing the woman you love... but. Merlin does.

For my OTP that rose, crashed, and burned in the space of 40 minutes. After Freya's death, Merlin is struggling under the weight of his guilt and grief, unable to move on. The thought of her steals into his head, invading his dreams, and hijacking his every thought. The world around him continues to turn, his friends oblivious as ever. But does Arthur see more than Merlin gives him credit for?

When some of the new recruits notice the odd behavior of a certain servant towards their King and the other knights, they take measures in to their own hands to teach him a lesson. What will Arthur and his knights of the round table do when Merlin starts to act weird around them? English is not my language so bear with me please. Hope you like it. R&R! I don't own Merlin! The BBC does. I just write this for my own pleasure. I don't earn anything with it.

This is a Fan-Fiction based upon the BBC series 'Merlin': Merlin is busy as usual working as King Arthur's servant. He rarely gets a good night's sleep, and it's beginning to take its toll on him. The king begins to notice. Love is growing between Arthur and Gwen, which is a joy to some, but a curse to others. Morgana goes all in to prevent Gwen from taking her place as queen beside Arthur on the throne of Camelot. She is prepared to do anything to win and is now more determined than ever to discover who Emrys truly is. Will Merlin be able to keep up appearences and at the same time fulfill his destiny? Will he have enough strength to defeat Morgana? And perhaps most importantly; will Arthur finally learn the truth? It becomes clear to Merlin that he must guard his secret with even greater care - or it might no longer hold. One thing is for sure; everyone is in for a surprise as the story unfolds... (Continued in my other story "Merlin; The Land Of Albion") :D

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)