The Merlin Drabble Anthology I

Merlin is thrown back into the door with a force that makes the dishes on the table rattle.

He woke as the first morning light crept into his chambers, and watched, transfixed, the gradual revelation of the boy still deeply asleep beside him.

The golden candlelight flickers over Merlin's pale skin and Arthur thinks that he could watch it for hours.

Coda to 2x13. Arthur, for the life of him, can't figure it out.

Merlin nearly died today.

Merlin falls gravely ill. Arthur sits at his bedside, unable to let him go.

They weren't drunk. That would have given Merlin an excuse.

This was why he ended up at his desk at 7pm, glaring at code. This was why he got angry emails from area managers about the lack of IT support. Because when he was supposed to be working, when he had actual things to do, Arthur came in here and treated Merlin like his personal Slayer of the Technological Beasties.

"It wasn't a kiss!" Merlin said.

At first Merlin’s not sure he heard right.

Merlin has a secret admirer.

The arrival of a mystery child leads to a confession.

I was naive at the time, and I figured that was just how royalty did things.

Hidden beneath that scarf is his calling card: possessive bite marks that he hadn’t been able to prevent himself from leaving behind.

“Everyone drinks, Merlin,” Arthur said. “Oh, let me help, you clod. You’ll drop him down the first stairwell.”

Arthur bends Merlin over the top of the desk and has his way with him.

Possessive!Arthur has trouble sharing Merlin.

Merlin forgot to pack Pudsey before the fabulous four left for Tintagel. Arthur is not best pleased. How is he supposed to sleep without his bear?

To be honest, it had never even occurred to Arthur that Merlin might not want to bed him.

He grabs Merlin; half carries him along the corridor and down the next before he shoves him into an alcove, panting with the need, half desperate from the hours of sitting still and trying to think while Merlin fidgets restlessly behind him.

Quiet is never a word Arthur uses to describe Merlin.

It slips out in conversation, completely by accident.

He indulges the physician’s boy beyond any sort of common decency.

Young Arthur sets out to pull the sword from the stone. It’s not quite what he expected.

It would have been a nice, uneventful, and relaxing hunting trip if Merlin hadn’t gone and caught a cold.

AU. The battle was won when King Arthur captured Cendred’s sorcerer.

Merlin hears something unexpected.

Arthur never even realized someone other than Gwen was after his heart. Not until it was too late.

It was the bite’s fault.

Arthur laughs, head thrown back, and the sound is low, rumbling through Merlin’s body.