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"You're such a prat."   "That I am," Arthur agreed. "Selfish. Spoilt. Entitled. I don't play well with others, and I don't share my toys."   Merlin leaned back, pulling away from Arthur's touch, and looked up. Indescribable emotion coloured his expression. "Is that what I am, then? A toy?"   Arthur measured his answer. Florid words, soothing reassurances, calming tones. He could play to the crowds, he could manipulate stubborn marks, and he would get the end result that he wanted without revealing his agenda. None of that would work on Merlin, so he did the inconceivable, because it seemed to work. He tried the truth. "No."   Merlin swallowed. He chuckled deprecatingly and shook his head. "What am I, then?"   "Mine," Arthur said without hesitation.

Following the Beast by Footloose

[askcraig-andthoseguys]

bebe: Clyde killed his mom. clyde: Oh come on! betsy: (clyde! did you leave the toilet seat up again, is that why you’re here!?) clyde: (go away, mom!)

[merlinfanficquotes]

There it was again, Arthur thought.  Merlin's doubt. As if he was unsure of Arthur’s heart.  As if Arthur could be anything but hopelessly in love with this person who was his friend, his lover, his destiny, his everything.   He ached to take those doubts away. He intended to, in fact. He’d decided it that first night they’d spent together in Avalon.  He even had the rings of promise safely in his pocket.  But he couldn’t act on his desires yet.  Not until they’d left this city.  Not until they left the painful past behind.   Only then would he ask Merlin the question he wanted.  The question that burned upon his lips even now.

Our Destinies Our Own by katherynefromphilly

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Eleanor followed Emrys’ gaze, to where Arthur was crouching down by Frederick’s feet, pulling at some weeds for him.  “Oh good heavens,” she breathed, as Frederick pointed at another patch of crabgrass, and the King of England pulled it out with his strong hands.  “Frederick,” she breathed, distressed.   “I’ll give you a raise if you don’t do anything to interrupt them,” Emrys said, smiling in delight as he watched the goings on.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Arthur even touch the gardens, much less weed them.”

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly

[merlinfanficquotes]

His voice is breaking and his face is wet, and Arthur's eyes are bright, but Merlin doesn't care, he doesn't. Everything he has done, every life he has taken, every time he has put his own life aside, Will, his father, all for a man who would stand quietly as he burns.

The Breaking by anyssah

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Arthur’s stomach clenched at the thought of Merlin suffering without his knowing, the horror of Merlin having to go through it again, go through anything like that again. Merlin was a servant, just a servant. He wasn’t a warrior by any means, he was just supposed to follow after Arthur and look after him and be amusing and be there, be there when no one else was. Merlin wasn’t supposed to be targeted by Morgana.

Tear the Lies Asunder by Nyxelestia

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All the life went out of the room the very instant that Merlin's expression lit up like a kid at Christmas when he heard Will's voice. The kick in the gut came when Merlin threw himself into Will's arms. Best mate, Merlin said. They were best mates. Arthur swallowed a scoff. It didn't look like they were best mates. Arthur knew what best mates looked like, and they didn't throw themselves into each other's arms. Did Gwaine try to snog Perceval when they hadn't seen each other in a few days? Did Owain blubber like a baby when Leon finally showed up? Arthur certainly didn't simper after Lance when Lance trudged into the barracks after a late night in the MASH tent.

Loaded March: R&R by Footloose

[merlinfanficquotes]

Merlin hesitated, glancing at Arthur's profile. His attention must have lingered a bit too long, because Will's eyes widened. "No." "No, what?" "No. Absolutely not. You've not... Not with him? Jesus, Merlin, he's your superior officer," Will hissed, keeping his voice down. "It's not like that. Anyway, he doesn't swing that way," Merlin said, his stomach souring as he said it. He crossed his arms on the bar and stared down at the froth on his pint. "Too right he doesn't, if he knows what's good for him," Will said.

Loaded March: R&R by Footloose