PLOT: 90s high school AU. Merlin can think of a billion reasons why moving to Camelot-on-Sea in the middle of his A-levels is a terrible idea. He would much rather play his guitar than work in his uncle’s chip shop and he has no intention of making friends. Until he joins head boy Arthur Pendragon’s wannabe-Britpop band and finds himself falling head over heels for the stuck-up prat.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!au)
#words count: 40k
All those songs, Arthur had said that day in the chip shop, they were never about her.
PLOT: In a world where Arthur and Merlin never went to Ealdor, Merlin is home visiting his mum. People soon are getting annoyed about all his talk about this Arthur chap, they don’t believe for a second that Merlin of all people could be close to the king. Until the king pays a visit.
RATING: PG (Arthur/Merlin, canon!verse)
#words count: 6k
”Who is Arthur?”
”Oh, he is a bit of a clot-pole to be honest. But also very handsome, and brave and strong.”
The children exchanged a look with each other.
”Yes,” one of the older girls said with badly concealed exasperation, ”but who is he?”
That made Merlin stop short.
”Who-… you mean, you don’t know who Arthur is?” he asked uncertainly.
PLOT: Arthur returns after 1500 years to find that Merlin is keeping yet another secret from him.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, reinc!ff)
#words count: 9k
Then there was the way Merlin watched Arthur since he’d returned, the way his eyes obsessively tracked Arthur everywhere. It was with an edge of desperation, as if at any moment Arthur might disappear again. Merlin had kept his distance though. There’d been none of the casual horseplay they’d engaged in back in Camelot. No manhandling or hair ruffling or elbows thrown. Any time Arthur felt the tiniest bit playful, Merlin seemed to back up another step.
PLOT: Will’s schemes were always stupid, but when a plan to court the new girl Vivian goes awry and lands the highly ostracised, highly out Arthur Pendragon in Merlin’s life – well, as a comfortably heterosexual man, he has nothing to fear from that right?
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was around to see Arthur talking to him, then cursed his own insensitivity when he saw Arthur’s face close up.
“I’m sorry,” he said genuinely, “I didn’t mean to, it was just…..”
He stopped before he could dig himself any further into the hole he’d created.
“I understand,” Arthur said quickly, shoulders relaxing a little. “But don’t worry, there’s no one around.”
Merlin is the one in the closet, Arthur the one who’s out and proud. Gotta love this twist!
PLOT: There were very few opportunities in life for a magic-user such as Merlin. Fewer still were the opportunities for a penniless, orphaned child. Even so, when his mother passed away and left her thirteen-year old son behind, he never imagined that he would one day be selling his body.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, canonverse!au)
#words count: 8k
He felt the weight of a gaze upon him and looked down into the crowd. He found the watching pair of eyes easily enough, a lighter blue than his own shining through the darkness and belonging to a handsome blond man who was visibly cleaner than the others walking the street, and who carried himself with much more confidence and authority. Perhaps he was the son of a merchant or a low-born noble, still arrogant enough to walk with a swagger in his step and not yet aware that the world would not always give him everything he wanted.
PLOT: Set a few weeks after the events of “The Curse of Cornelius Sigan”. If only Merlin had never slipped on the stairs. He would have gone to Mercia with Arthur and never realized he was in love. Desperate, hopeless love.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, canon-verse)
#words count: 11k
“Easy!” Arthur caught him as his body writhed, held him still until he slumped back down, breathing hard and fast. “Don’t move. Your arm’s broken. I have to get you off the stairs.” Arthur shouted at someone to alert Gaius, and before Merlin could even think about trying to stand up on his own, the world spun dizzyingly around him, followed by a series of jolts as Arthur carried him down the steps.
“‘m not…” Merlin tried, as Arthur carried him across the courtyard. Merlin’s cheek was pressed to Arthur’s shoulder, but he could just make out the tight clench of Arthur’s jaw.
“Not what?” Arthur asked, grimly.
“Damsel,” Merlin slurred. “‘n distress.”
Arthur snorted, but when he spoke again he sounded slightly less worried. “What have I said about you being a girl?”
PLOT: Merlin and Arthur have had enough of disastrous relationships. Being healthy young people, they don’t want to give sex up though, so they decide to sign an agreement, a no strings attached deal. They’ll have sex with each other and stay friends as before.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
#words count: 23k
“To cut on the wooing and chasing process, you need to have a number of friends, possibly good looking and decent in bed - not on a Gwaine scale of perfection of course, but okay enough so that you can tap them without scrunching up your nose – to satisfy your libidos.” He eyed Arthur and Arthur thwacked him with a cushion. “So that your lives can be less miserable.”
“My life isn’t miserable!” said Arthur.
Since Merlin wanted to hear Gwaine expand on his philosophy, he took the impromptu weapon away from Arthur and silenced him with a glare. “But these fuck buddies of yours, don’t they want something more after a while, like commitment?”
“No,” said Gwaine, finishing his beer. “Because you can’t improvise something like that. You need to establish firm ground rules the moment you enter into the agreement.”
If you don’t read all Rotrude’s merthur fics we can’t be friends.
PLOT: After breaking up with his girlfriend of two years, Arthur’s friend suggests he visit a chatroom to meet someone new. Arthur doesn’t expect any results, and only follows through with the idea for lack of anything better to do. But then he starts talking to the witty, intelligent, and absolutely hilarious user known only as MightBeMagic, and it seems like his friend’s advice wasn’t so bad after all.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
#words count: 20k
“I knew it!” Leon shuffled around and came to Arthur’s desk. “So did you find anyone?”
“Just this one bloke.”
“I didn’t realise you swung that way, Arthur,” Leon said with arched eyebrows.
Arthur blushed. “I don’t. We just talked. As friends.”
“Uh huh. You gonna meet him?”
“Leon, it’s been one bloody day. And either way, no, I’m not going to meet him! If I’ve learned anything from working here it’s that meeting up with strangers is probably the worst thing that can happen from being on the internet.”
PLOT: Merlin Emrys had pretty much resigned himself to life as a thought-reading, table-waiting freak in the sleepy town of Camelot, LA. Then a vampire named Arthur showed up…
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, True Blood!Fusion)
#words count: 60k
Finally managing to open his eyes, Merlin found himself staring into the clear blue eyes of an absolutely gorgeous man. The stranger was about his height, but broader—his wide, muscular shoulders tapered to a trim waist in a way that made Merlin’s breath catch. He looked directly into Merlin’s eyes, and Merlin could barely breathe as he took in the man’s thick, blond hair and full, red lips. Without even thinking about it, just knowing that he wanted, needed to know something, anything about this man, Merlin reached out with his mind…
And heard nothing.
Air hissed through his teeth as he inhaled sharply; that wasn’t possible. He’d never met anyone he couldn’t get at least a tiny thought from, but…
He tried again and found only stillness, as if the man had no thoughts, or wasn’t alive at all…
A vampire.
No need to know about True Blood (don’t watch the show myself and the story was smooth and enjoyable :P)
Dollop head!
This vid is making everyone’s day XD
Have a good laugh dear Merthurs ♥
PLOT: Arthur needs a hair cut.
RATING: PG-13 (Arthur/Merlin, modern!AU)
#words count: 8k
Arthur looked up from his mobile when he entered the barber shop across the street from his company. Getting his hair cut was a necessity, something that had to be done. It didn’t mean that he had to enjoy this waste of time, did it?
If you’re having a bad day this will put a smile on your face :P