Merlin Microfic

A monthly Merlin ficlet challenge | For Rules, Requirements, and current rounds check the pinned post. | run by queerofthedagger

[merlinmicrofic]

Welcome to Merlin Micro Fic!

This is a monthly fic prompt challenge for any and all ships, characters, and gen relationships of BBC Merlin.

June Prompts: Greed | "Long live the Queen." | Dragon

Rules & Requirements: Mobile | Desktop | FAQ

Rounds run from the first day of each month to the last.

Fics have to be 500 words or less. For an additional challenge, make it a drabble (100 words exactly!)

There will be three prompts per month, single words/dialogue/settings/etc. You can pick one, combine them, create a fill for each of them, etc.! Go wild <3

Please put at the top of your post: prompt, relationship, if needed rating + warning, i.e. "Fill for prompt: 'Masquerade', Morgana/Gwen, Explicit, MCD" and make sure to tag this blog directly so that we can reblog it.

Submissions will be queued to spread things out a little and keep them from getting buried. If yours hasn't been reblogged within 1-2 days, don't hesitate to reach out though!

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[merlinmicrofic]

June Prompts: Greed | "Long live the Queen." | Dragon

For info on how this works, please check this post.

When posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings at the top of your post! (for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Dragon', Merlin/Freya, Gen, MCD")

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble.

You can post only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it!

Most importantly, have fun! <3

[theleftoveryou]

even in the excess of misery (ao3)

Smithy is halfway to alchemy already.

gen - G - 100 words - no warnings

for @merlinmicrofic prompt "alchemy"

[theleftoveryou]

with your broken heart in tow (ao3)

Lughnasadh would have been more auspicious, but Arthur has never been a patient man. They are married on Beltane.

merlin/arthur and gwen/arthur - T - 500 words - no warnings

for @merlinmicrofic prompt "Beltane"

[theleftoveryou]

remember me as devout (ao3)

The key still protrudes from the lock.

gwen/morgana - T - 100 words - no warnings

for @merlinmicrofic prompts "alchemy" and "who did this?"

[phoenixanddeath]

a taste of power

fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Alchemy', Arthur & Merlin, Teen, no archive warnings (498w)

Arthur stares at the dilapidated storefront. It's hard to believe the man he's been searching for could be living here. Leon places a warm hand on his shoulder. "There are still two more names." Arthur carefully does not flinch. He gives Leon a glance. There's a bemused smile lingering on his lips, but all Arthur can see are three arrows sticking out of his chest, his throat slit. Even in his death, he hadn't let go of his sword. A loyal knight to the end. "Merlin Wyllt could be the one," Arthur says, averting his eyes. The memory is not as easy to shake. "Wait here." He crosses the street and pushes open the door. Surprisingly, it doesn't fall off the hinges. A floral scent obscures herbs and something acrid. Magic. The insidious power behind alchemy and sorcery. It had taken everything from Arthur. And yet it had also given him a chance. Footsteps creak along the floor and Arthur looks over to see a younger man entering the room. This must be Merlin. Disappointment curdles inside Arthur's chest—blue eyes. "Hello. Can I help you, friend?" "Do you sell healing potions here?" Arthur asks. Even if the eyes don't match, there's still one more thing to check. "Sure. What can you tell me about the injury?" "The… injury?" "Yes," Merlin replies, impatience creeping into his tone. "Size, location, depth, time since occurrence. The weapon used would also be helpful." Arthur blinks. Every alchemist he's tested so far just gave him a potion and sent him on his way. "Don't you have a standard-grade potion?" "Standard grade." The alchemist scoffs disdainfully. "Complete nonsense. Every injury and person is unique! How could one potion work the same on two different people?" Arthur considers his options for a moment, then says, "How about… two inches long, forearm, not cutting through muscle? The timing…" He pulls out a dagger from his belt and sweeps it across his forearm without hesitation. "Now." "What the fuck!" the alchemist shrieks. "Why the fuck—" Even as he curses, he pulls out three blue vials and mixes them with practiced familiarity. Merlin shakes it three times and then his eyes flare gold. Arthur freezes, memories of the battlefield crashing over him. Swords clang against armor. Lightning splits the sky. His blood roars in his ears as Emrys approaches him and pours the liquid over Arthur's forearm. The cut seals without a lingering trace. But Arthur pays it no mind. He's lost in the sensation of Emrys' magic. It's like the ocean. Wild and fathomless. There is nothing else like it in this world. "Don't you ever do that again!" the alchemist who will kill him in ten years scolds him hotly. It would be easy to kill him now. But… his power had been enough to win Morgana the crown and war. She had found him first then, but now Arthur has reached him first. He won't squander this chance. This time, the crown will be his.

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

prompt: Beltane + Alchemy | Arthur x Morgana | Old Religion | not rated | 106W

ˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗⁱʳˢ ʳᵉᵇⁱʳᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˡᵈʳᵒⁿ. ᴵᵗˢ ᵃˡᶜʰᵉᵐʸ ᵖᵒⁱˢᵒⁿᵒᵘˢ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒˣⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ᴬˡˡ ⁱˢ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ, ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱʳᶜˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ.

ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ.

ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ, ʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᵍ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ, ⁱᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵗˡᵉʳˢ ᵃᵈᵒʳⁿᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵒˡᵗˢᶠᵒᵒᵗ. Hᵉ ʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ, ˡᵉᵃᵖⁱⁿᵍ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢ. ᴴᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ.

Sʰᵉ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖ, ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵃˢᵏ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳˢ, ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵍˡᵉᵃᵐ ᵍᵒˡᵈ. ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˢʰᵉ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ, ᶜʰᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈˢ, ˢʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ ʰᵘⁿᵗʳᵉˢˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉʸ.

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[merlinmicrofic]

May Prompts: Beltane | "Who did this?" | Alchemy

For info on how this works, please check this post.

When posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings at the top of your post! (for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Beltane', Arthur/Lancelot, Explicit, Violence warning")

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble (100 words to the point!)

Places/ways you can post: only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it!

If you have any more questions that aren't answered by the posts linked in our pinned post, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Most importantly, have fun! <3

[liviapeleia]

for @merlinmicrofic prompts fool and You hurt me. Gwen/Arthur, T, no warnings, 106 words, AO3 link (Gwen and Arthur's romance with their perfectly backlit kisses is so warm, so bright. I can't stop thinking about them creeping around in the dark though, too in love to stay apart, desperate for the day they won't have to hide anymore.)

duty scurries into blissful black titles catch in cobwebbed corners petal-soft spills my name from your lips, bare

hush now, hush quieten my desire against your skin press your palm down harder on my mouth

a bird might sing of his love, dawn-struck, but ours is a creature of new moons crepuscular longing in silent, silent secret

a single nocturne carries visions of alternate eternity a cracked-open heart, creviced, bids fool's hope to take root for buds to unfurl striving for light til full bloom turns to choking

you hurt me our yearning a slow crawl of deaths and I would not wish to be hale

[mayonaisie]

nowhere to hide

for @merlinmicrofic 's april prompt of 'victorian'! merlin&mordred, gen, 265 words

Merlin saw him on the cusp in the corner of his eye. The steady beat of ballroom music between them when the setting might've been called the exact anthesis of such places of high society.  It was almost a bit ridiculous how easy it was to rise through the ranks of society now. It made Merlin feel a bone-deep exhaustion that flowed down to his marrow, really. 

[mayonaisie]

sparrow of the bone

for @merlinmicrofic 's prompt of '"you hurt me"'! morgana centric, teen+, 360 words.

Morgana did much travelling in those days. Running, it was more accurately described. - Her dogged steps and the lures of the wind that she took up halfheartedly with that exhausted kind of greed. 

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

prompt: Victorian • Morgana & Morgause • 100W • not rated

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐉𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬), 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭...

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

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[merlinmicrofic]

April Prompts: Fool | "You hurt me." | Victorian

For info on how this works, please check this post.

Please remember - when posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings (so, for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Victorian', Merlin/Freya, Mature, MCD") at the top of your post!

Prompts can be interpreted loosely, although if you pick the dialogue prompt, the line should make an appearance!

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble (100 words to the point!)

Places/ways you can post: only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it!

Reminder that prompts can be submitted through the ask box (see here for more info), and one of the monthly prompts will be picked from those by random choice!

If you have any more questions that aren't answered by the posts linked in our pinned post, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Most importantly, have fun! <3

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

prompt: come here | mordred x morgana | ep: with all my heart | 108W | angst | not rated | @merlinmicrofic

Come here, Mordred says, and holds out his hand to reach out to her, the hand across the deep chasm that yawns between them — he's where the enemies are, she's all alone.

She can reach out and link their fingers, and let him lead her away, let him remind her of everything forgotten and lost.

Tears in both their eyes, and the light of Arianrodh shines from above.

Come here to me, he begs, and you will find love again and your heart will thaw. With me, with us.

Come here, he wants with all his heart, and we'll restore peace.

But all Morgana hears is surrender.

[readingbythequire]

For the @merlinmicrofic prompt "Come here" | Merlin/Arthur, general audiences, MCD (implied) | 505 words

Command, Request, Plea on AO3 | Two simple words change their meaning for Merlin, again and again.

I. Command “Merlin. Come here.” Merlin’s heart sank at the words. “Yes, my lord?” “What… is this.” Arthur’s hand appeared around the changing screen, wielding a pale blue tunic. “Did you forget how to wear it? Your arms go through the holes—” The tunic landed across Merlin’s face. He pulled it away with a huff to see Arthur before him, chest bare—hair tousled—eyes rather startling in the sunlight— “You’re staring, Merlin,” Arthur drawled.

[mayonaisie]

my moon,

written for @merlinmicrofic 's "possessive". teen & up rating, morgana/gwen. 381 words!

“Queen Guinevere,” Morgana drawled, looking down at the shackled monarch. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said with some regret. Crossing the room, a trickle of magic disarmed the chains, almost tearing them apart in her haste. 

[thefollow-spot]

Merlin/Arthur ● WC: 150 ● No warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2026, for the prompts, 'Come here,' and 'Dawn.' // Inspired by this post by @dollopheadedmerlin <3

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"int. a modern bedroom - sunrise" on AO3