“Oh Merlin,” Arthur gazed at the six inch high wizard standing in the palm of his hand. Merlin’s bare feet tickled but really that was the least of Arthur’s concerns. “What have you done this time?”

Merlin beamed up at him, apparently unconcerned. Because of course he wouldn’t be. The idiot would expect Gaius and Geoffrey and Arthur and everyone ( Read more... )

It had been a sad morning for Hunith when she said goodbye to her son. There had been no choice, his magic was bound to be noticed soon. He just couldn’t keep it under control. Her old friend Gaius was their only hope. Yet the idea of sending her boy off to King Uther’s court, knowing what happened to sorcerers there, filled her with fear.

“Be ( Read more... )

Merlin was fed up.

He’d been promised Arthur, and he wanted Arthur. Preferably some mutual attraction. Flirting at the very least. Some snogging would have been more than acceptable, and possibly even a shag. Yeah, a shag would’ve been great. But he would have settled for just snuggling on the sofa. Even quickly requited pining.

At least he’d been ( Read more... )

Staff meetings, every Monday, first thing without fail, were never much fun.

Arthur always sat at the front, up next to the head, Uther Pendragon, who also happened to be his father. It was partly because Uther insisted Arthur sit there, but mostly because Arthur knew nobody else wanted to and there would be a large, noticeable gulf between Uther ( Read more... )

Merlin hugged his arms more closely to his chest, trying to preserve the little bit of warmth that he still retained, and looked up and down the deserted street. There was no sign of Arthur. It was a cold night, and he was already late.

It wasn’t that it was unusual for Arthur to be late. He often had to stay ridiculously late at work to finish ( Read more... )

All good things had to come to an end. Eventually Merlin and Arthur’s sort-of-a-honeymoon finished, and they had to head home. Arthur had made their break stretch out for three glorious weeks, in which time they’d visited Bryce Canyon, Death Valley, King’s Canyon, Yosemite, Yellowstone, Mount Rushmore and then headed up to the Canadian border and ( Read more... )

Monday morning looked pretty good as far as Arthur could see. Everything was golden.

That was partly due to the sunlight streaming in through the half-open curtains, bathing everything in a warm glow. But it was also due to the warmth from Merlin’s naked body sprawled across Arthur’s, which as far as Arthur was concerned made everything golden, ( Read more... )

Everything was white.

Merlin had opened one eye, and quickly closed it again. Too much white, too bright too early in the morning. Well, that was what the thumping pain in his head was telling him anyway. Far, far too much white.

There was a groan from beside him, and the bed shifted. Merlin froze.

He couldn’t remember a great deal about the ( Read more... )

Geoffrey Monmouth had led a fairly boring and nondescript life until one day, eighteen years ago, he had gone on holiday with some friends… well, one friend anyway.

Actually it was more of an acquaintance, someone he knew in passing. They sometimes sat at the same table in the office canteen, and occasionally nodded hello to each other. This person ( Read more... )

The American trip was, Arthur knew, going very well. They’d secured several good contracts with top boutiques, and apparently both Lancelot and Mithian had been so inspired by the visit that they’d already started work on their next collections.

The one aspect of it that Arthur wasn’t particularly enjoying, though, was Cenred’s presence in the ( Read more... )