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Arthur was tipped back against the wall, his mouth open for breath and staring at the small arrow-slit window over Merlin's head, trying to work out how it could possibly be that good with Merlin, of all people.

"The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."

In which Sir Percival is the Invisible Knight of Camelot and Merlin comes to his rescue (apologies for the rubbish summary!!)

It wasn't a spell that Merlin knew.

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell breaks lose.

Because, really, why wouldn’t the slash dragon’s fire create a slash sword?

"Well," Morgana said, looking pleased, "Maybe Arthur won't actually throw the tourney this year."

The legends speak of a sword, beautifully crafted, powerful beyond the imaginings of man.

The magic flared like a sun behind his eyes.

In trying to improve Arthur's chances of surviving a near-impossible match, Merlin magicks certain, uh, "special abilities" into Arthur's armour. Since Merlin himself has the mad hots for Arthur, the sentience he imbues on the armour does, too...

Nimueh has an evil tentacled plant guarding her hideaway, and it takes a particular shine to the young warlock that stumbles across it. TENTACLE SEX FTW!

As he nears his rooms though, Arthur remembers that Merlin will probably be inside. He slows to a walk and then stops. It's late and Merlin should be waiting for him to arrive. Should be waiting to help Arthur undress for bed. He can't go back. He can't have Merlin undress him now. After seeing Gwen and Morgana together, Merlin helping to remove his clothes feels like too much.

Nimueh is set on destroying the Pendragons, yet again. They do say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all, and this time it's Merlin who bears the brunt of her scheming. Fairy tale princess he is not.

All this because you were too damn lazy to use a broom

Do not chase possibly magical creatures, especially when you think they might have gone into a cave or it's your own fault when you can't get back out again.

Merlin was no expert, but the minstrel troupe's performance in the courtyard seemed to be going fairly well until the dragon landed on the roof of the Great Hall.

Uther had married for love, and Arthur has always believed he should do the same.

In the aftermath of Merlin's battle against Nimueh, the rain seems a minor complication, perhaps even a cleansing influence. When the rain doesn't stop, Camelot is pushed to the brink once more. This time, Arthur may be in over his head. Contains: a lot of wet boys in emotional scenes (yes, Hollywood has corrupted me), Arthur knowing more than he lets on, Merlin being an idiot, both of them being a bit stupidly heroic, telepathic chess, rain (lots of), war, making out against a tree, coincidental druids, co-opted history, co-opted myths, magic, coming of age (metaphorically), and more magically annoying yet surprisingly un-floody water than you can shake a stick at.

"gays are wizards!"

(Arthur/Merlin, genderfuck) After Nimueh's death Albion needs a High Priestess, but what it's got is Merlin. Fortunately he'll serve after a few...modifications. Unfortunately for Merlin, being turned into a woman would be enough of a shock even without becoming the High Priestess. As is, it's his duty to sleep with the king or doom all of Albion.

Merlin lays his life on the line to save Arthur yet again, only this time there are witnesses, lots of them. Only Arthur prevents him going to the headman's axe straight away, but Arthur alone cannot save him. That is up to both of them.

Merlin is an addict and Arthur is his drug.

Fusion with Ursula le Guin's planet O. In a world with very different marriage rules, a noble wedding and a magical threat still can't make Merlin, Arthur, Gwen and Morgana talk about their feelings.

University AU. Merlin came whirling into Arthur's life and left everything in shambles on the floor - literally. They couldn't be less alike - Merlin with his computers and his easy, goofy grin, Arthur with his breeding and his need for everything to be in it's place. They have nothing in common besides a key to the same room, but as the academic year progresses and Arthur finds himself wearing tiaras and critiquing Westlife and having picnics on his living room floor, Arthur comes to learn things about himself he didn't even know he didn't know.

In which there’s a thoroughly unsubtle plot device, a lot of kissing & Morgana has a plan.

Arthur had been taught right from wrong and this, this was wrong!

Be careful what you wish for.

Merlin Emrys had strong convictions on the subjects of love and marriage—namely, that they should be avoided at all costs.

"To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it."

In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell promptly breaks lose.

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

Merlin has two pretty toys to play with.

Merlin tests new products for a sex toy company. Arthur is the head designer. It is his job to observe these tests, ask questions and take notes. It's all very professional and clinical, until Arthur gets hard during a session.

Really, if Merlin had known that helping out the barmaid who'd shyly tugged at his sleeve that evening would lead to being tied to an alter in only a few gauzy bits of cloth waiting to be sacrificed to the "Great Spider-God Yezud, fo'ever praised be She of the eight-thousand eyes," he certainly would never have agreed to meet her in the nearby cave, no matter how low her blouse had slipped.

“Uther Pendragon is an elitist old fool,” Her Highness said sharply, sighing in anger. “But he has a point. So long as the law stands, you are required to comply, or the crown will be forfeit.” “To Uther?” Merlin said, shocked. “No, no, don’t be foolish.” Grandmother gave an impatient wave of her hand. “Have your history lessons taught you nothing? He has no more claim to the throne than most commoners, despite what he likes to think.” “But unfortunately, his nephew does, through an indiscreet relationship between your father’s first cousin Igraine and Uther’s late brother. If you were forced to abdicate for any reason, his genetic claim, bastardized though it may be, places Uther’s nephew directly in the line of succession.”

Merlin starts working for Pendragon and Son's toy department Store during Christmas. Things take an unlikely turn when he finds a baby abandoned on Santa's chair.