After Freya's death Merlin thinks he'll never find love again. But he couldn't be more wrong. As Arthur tries to cheer up his manservant they both discover something. Something that can't happen between them, not with Uther as king. Will their love be more powerful than the fear they feel? "We look each other in the eyes. I could drown in his blue eyes. I'm getting closer. My heart is racing. I feel warm. My eyes drops to his lips. I need to kiss him. I feel my stomach upside down. He's coming closer too. We're two inches distant. Slowly I place my lips on his. They're really soft and warm. We kiss. It's a gentle kiss. Our lips are synchronized. I grab his face with my hands, bringing him nearer. We keep kissing and when we move away a thought hits me. This can't happen. If my father finds it out, he will kill him. I don't want to hurt Merlin." Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, it belongs to the BBC.

A Merthur Story (see description below) ********** Arthur, King of Camelot, has brought peace to the land. Magic is still banned, yes, but Merlin can live with that, he just needs to be careful. Really, there's only one problem present: Arthur needs an heir. In order to solve this predicament, three princesses are invited to stay in Camelot for Arthur to court until he can choose his bride. Thing is: Merlin is in love with Arthur, and he could never bear to see his king fall in love with anyone else. And Arthur isn't even sure if he wants to get married himself... (This is an AU! Features Good!Morgana, Servant!Gwen, and the knights being lovable idiots. Morgana doesn't have magic, either.) ********** Started April 26th, 2020 ********** [COVER ART BELONGS TO @hvmus ON TUMBLR]

"Arthur, I... I'm here. Don't worry you'll be alright. I promise." Merlin made Arthur drink the potion and he swallowed powerless. "Merlin.. I... feel sick... my mind is burning... all my body is burning..." He was suffering and Merlin felt sorry for him. "You can't think straight... Arthur please listen to me.. You'll get better. This high fever is only temporary. You' ll be fine.. I know it hurts now but" before he could finish the sentence, Arthur grabbed his face with all his remaining power. "Merlin there's something I want to say..."

-A short one shot.- "Merlin." "Go away." Another step and he'll be too close. "Merlin." "Arthur please, get out." Another step and Arthur's lips would be on his. "Merlin." His heart skipped a beat. "Arthur..."

"They took the elevator in a silence full of tension. When finally Colin opened his room's door, Bradley held him in one second, without let him close the door. "Bradley wait.." he said babbling because of Bradley's mouth constantly on his."

I closed my eyes. Arthur was quietly crying. Slowly his tears fell down, unintentionally fell. His eyes, the color of the clearest sky, were watery and sad, tired. I slightly turned my back and I saw him hiding his face, trying not to show me his wet cheeks. Oh Arthur, my love. So strong, yet so broken.

<<Put it on my finger. >> Those words sounded like an order. His voice was so low he was almost whispering. Merlin couldn't control himself, he shivered. <<Yes... Sire. >> Arthur came closer and raised his hand to Merlin's. He looked at his fingers, still full of blood and mud. -Still beautiful.- Merlin gulped suddenly panicked. -This is too intimate, too intimate.- He brought the ring on the tip of Arthur's finger. He slowly put it on, slowly... slowly, too slowly.

"Merlin why did you grab my legs to put on my pants before?" "to help you Sire." "no come one Merlin... why?" "to.. help.." "Merlin." he said seriously.

"You still remember that day..." Arthur fell into a kind of melancholy, Merlin was completely different now. "I do remember everything. Every moment spent with you." He had no bright childish eyes anymore. His eyes were wiser, mature. He was a grown man now.

"Thank you for being here tonight. Enjoy this huge celebration with whoever you want! And don't forget to... dance." The master of the house, Sir Alator, winked. Everyone started to chat with each other and the noise became deafening. "Come here! Come here!" Sir Alator was calling Prince Arthur from Camelot. A rich prince, famous for his beauty and good heart. "There's a man that I really want to introduce you to: Lord Emrys! He's a young lord, a very clever one indeed. You two may have the same age, I suppose. I think you could be friends and have fun tonight."