“The Games We Play” by Eldee

PLOT: This is the day that Merlin is going to seduce Arthur Pendragon to the back of the pub so that he can get on his knees and give him a blowjob. Merlin is determined in this quest.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
#Word count: 7321

Merlin’s just about to call to the kitchen to get someone to come out and cover the front while he takes a break when the familiar creak of the old front door opening catches his attention. In walks Arthur Pendragon, blond hair looking green as the sunlight filters through a large sticker on the window advertising their newest beer on tap. He’s gorgeous, God he’s gorgeous. Just as every time Merlin sees him, a drop of want settles in Merlin’s stomach and starts to blossom, tendrils of desire growing through Merlin’s body.

The Games We Play

“Two Hatches and a Match” by vissy

PLOT: “Just as the dragonlord calls a dragon from its egg, so too may the egg call forth a dragonlord.”
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, canon!verse)
#Word count: 11980

“A dragon’s shell can have beneficial qualities particular to a dragonlord. I advise you to grind those pieces down to fine dust and keep it safe.” He was obviously trying to appear as inscrutable as usual, but it was impossible with a baby dragon bobbing about on his head.
Merlin laughed at the little one’s antics. “I’ll do as you instruct this time, I promise.”
“Why do I doubt that?” said Kilgharrah. He heaved a sigh, then heaved an even heavier one as the tip of Aithusa’s slashing tail caught him in one eye, but Merlin had never seen such an expression of joy as Kilgharrah’s as he bore off his precious charge into the night sky.

Two Hatches and a Match

ModernAU; Merlin/Arthur { I’ve seen your eyes before }

fy-theladymorgana:

MK posted a new variation of an old S3 poster.

“Something Yellow This Time” by giselleslash

PLOT: Merlin owns a flower shop. Arthur is a frequent customer with a tragic love life.
RATING: PG (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
#Word count: 3802

Merlin couldn’t figure Arthur out. Which was a bad thing because it made him keep thinking about Arthur. Constantly, actually. Every time the bell on the shop door jingled he’d look up with half a smile already on his lips just waiting to grow into the wide, besotted, idiotic smile he seemed to have reserved for Arthur.

Something Yellow This Time