#merlinxoc

[whenyouhearthedoorcreak]

This is the best merlin fic I've ever "read"

please, it's so fun and well made and the soundscaping is immersive and brilliant, just I beg you

[blankparchment]

Drop of Magic | Merlin + OC

“You’re making the usual supply run for Gaius for some herbs in the forest. Merlin accompanies you. Danger ensues, and in a panic, Merlin uses magic. You never knew.”

It's an OC fic because I don't like second person. Word count is around 3k because I'm a lunatic.

I take imagine/oneshot requests too if you're interested!

Sneak peek at this one:

"Run!" she shouted to Merlin, reaching back for her sword and shooting upright. She barely registered the click of an arrow loosing from a crossbow, barely heard it slicing through the air, before she reacted. One moment she was standing and the next she was weightless, falling in the place that Merlin had just been. She was sitting up before she had even registered she'd hit the ground, and then—

Everyone was dead.

It wasn't a good day to be in the woods. Ana didn't typically travel with Merlin when he searched for Gaius' herbs, but this day was an exception. With the dark clouds rolling in, no one wanted to be caught in the woods alone, and Ana would only speed up the process of gathering. With luck, they would both be back in the castle before the first drops fell from the sky.

Ana had practice collecting herbs, though Merlin certainly had more. Still, she found that she already knew where to find the herbs on his list, and could identify on sight which she could pick and which required digging, which she could store together and which she dared not crush between her fingers. Ana was staring critically at two plants in her hand when Merlin appeared just behind her, looking over her shoulder. Ana jumped when she felt his breath on the side of her neck and he smiled guiltily. She should have heard him coming, but she had been far too preoccupied with her findings.

"I can't tell the difference," she told him, holding up the two leaves she had in her hand. They were both the same yellow-tinted green hue, with pointed ridges and thick veins. If she hadn't collected them from two different spots, she wouldn't have known they were different plants at all. Merlin grimaced and plucked one from her hand, tearing it gently. He showed her the inside edge of it, clearly lined in yellow.

"This one is poisonous," he told her, crushing it and dropping it to the ground. "Look, you can see it here, this stem grows thick where it touches the base of the leaf." He used his pinky to poke at the plant still in her hand, gesturing to the stem in question. She felt it and realized it was textured.

"Right," she sighed, slipping it into her pouch. "You always know, don't you?"

Truthfully, Merlin had an advantage over her. The poisonous plant wasn't natural; he could detect a tiny bit of magic in it and he always could. He didn't have to look for the tiny signs he was showing her, he just knew. He didn't say this though, instead just nodding. "I gave Gaius the wrong ones a few times. He wasn't happy."

Ana grinned at him as she knelt down and picked a couple more from the base of a tree. "I imagine he wouldn't be. His business is healing, not murder."

Merlin laughed. "A plant like that would give you a stomach ache," he told her. "You'd be fine by morning."

Ana watched him carefully as she stood up, adjusting the shortsword in her sheath as she did. "You picked up a lot, you know. About Gaius' healing. You could probably become an apprentice or something, if you wanted to."

Merlin chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, not me," he assured her. "It seems more impressive than it is."

"So you say," Ana hummed, taking the list from his hand and looking over it. "We need the aethrils, but after that, do you think we could risk going back?"

Merlin peeked and shook his head. "We need to get some more dreamroot. We didn't get enough for him to make his powder."

Ana nodded and followed him when he began heading in the correct direction. "You know," she began thoughtfully. "I used to live so close to forests like these. But kids . . . we would just starve, get sick, die or recover. All the plants in here, they were just plants. But now every single one of them is a different kind of medicine."

Merlin gave her a side glance, his steps slowing. "If Gaius was always around, everyone would be a lot healthier," he mused. Ana pretended that she couldn't see the sadder look in his eyes, the look that told her his life in Ealdor was not as different as she may have thought to her own.

As they continued walking, Ana began to feel uneasy, and not just because of the topic of conversation. They slowly fell silent and Ana was hyper aware of the quiet between them, thick and—

And not just around them. Slowing down, Ana put her hand out to touch his arm gently. Merlin slowed in suit and gave her a confused look, opening his mouth to speak to her. She shook her head quickly, waving her hand in front of him to shut him up. When they stood still, she became certain. The woods were silent. There were no critters that she could hear, and certainly no birdsong. Part of her thought it was because of the coming rain, but she couldn't bank on it.

Something must have scared the creatures away.

Ana put her hand on her shortsword and Merlin's eyes followed the motion. Ana didn't move to pull it out.

"I get the sense we should run," Ana told him quietly. She could fight but Merlin couldn't. As strong as she was, Ana didn't trust herself to protect him and herself at once.

"Brilliant idea," someone said from behind them. Ana turned around quickly, her sword out before she could even see who she was facing. It was too late. The man who had spoken stood only a few feet away, his sword safely stowed. And that told Ana everything she needed to know; he had nothing to be afraid of. She could hear the shifting in the woods, and she caught the sound of a click. She dropped the sword without a word. Merlin made a sound of confusion but Ana just looked around more openly, enough to attract Merlin's attention to the situation. There were two other men, one on either side, both wielding crossbows pointed directly at them. "But I'm afraid it came a bit late."

Ana clenched her jaw and crossed her arms, not unaware of the archers tracking her movements. "What the hell do you want?"

"That's no way for a lady to talk," the man said, shaking his head. "Even if you are a servant."

Ana wanted to swear. He knew they were from the castle. It was a funny thing how quickly you could gain enemies just by being near to the prince or king. Ana didn't need to ask any further questions. "What do you want?" she repeated. She knew the answer. They wanted to get to the prince or the king, to get information. Feigning confusion was the safest bet to assure them they knew nothing.

"You know what I want," the man scoffed. "The king needs to fall. And you have the information I need to make it so."

"We don't," Merlin said, taking a step forward. He froze when the archers followed his movements. "We're just servants, we don't know anything. I-I just work in the stables. She's in the kitchens. We've barely even met the royal family."

"And you also don't know the entrances to the castle? You don't know the rotation of guards? You don't know what food the king eats to poison him?" The man took a step forward. "You, girl, you had a sword. You learned how to use that in the castle without knowing how to get past the knights?"

Ana shifted and crossed her arms. "We're servants. We don't have time to watch the guards,we don't know what entrances are best, we go through servant entrances. We don't have what you're looking for. Just let us go and we won't say a word."

The man shook his head slowly, putting a hand on the hilt of his sword. "No, I know a lie when I see one." He gestured to Ana. "Come this way, slowly."

Ana bit the inside of her cheek but took a few steps forward, aware of the archer on her right following her path.

"Let's see if servants are as brave as knights. Boy, you'll want to answer me if you want her to live, do you understand me?" The man looked to Merlin and must have found the answer he was looking for because he took another couple steps toward Ana and took his sword out, holding it in front of him, still a foot from touching her. It was redundant and for show as long as the archer was on her right, but it did the job of reminding Merlin the stakes. "You said you worked in the stables? When does the king leave the castle then? Or the prince?"

"I-I don't know," Merlin answered quickly, his voice slightly higher than usual. "The prince sometimes goes on hunting trips. But he just went on one, I don't know when he'll go again. . . . You don't need to hurt her, we'll talk."

"I need more than that. Think hard. How do I get to the king?"

When Merlin stumbled for an answer, Ana stepped up. "There's an entrance. To the castle. I don't know how you'll get to the king, but it'll get you in. It leads just above the prison. Some of us use it to avoid the guards when we're feeding prisoners."

That entrance didn't exist. There was an entrance that lead into the prison, but it was barred off with metal and unusable. There were no other hidden passageways leading in or out of there; it would be undefendable.

"I see," the man hummed. "Was cooperation so difficult? At nightfall we'll go and scout the area. But you'll be coming with me to do it." He tilted his sword toward Ana.

Ana heard Merlin take a step forward and then halt quickly. "That wasn't the deal. She can draw a map, just let us go!"

"A deal?" the man laughed. "You're down by two bows and a sword, we don't need a deal. Her I'll take. And if the king dies, I might even let her go. But you I can't have messing with my plans; can't have the king knowing what's happening before he's dead, hm?" The man raised his offhand halfway, and Ana recognized it as the beginnings of his signal for the archer to shoot.

Faster than she could have planned, she leapt forward and grabbed the blade right above the hilt, twisting the sword out of his grip and slicing her hand on its edge. Unable to make use of it fast enough, she threw it away from the both of them and then fell back back, hitting the ground and just managing to dodge an arrow that nearly hit her from the archer on her right.

"Run!" she shouted to Merlin, reaching back for her sword and shooting upright. She barely registered the click of an arrow loosing from a crossbow, barely heard it slicing through the air, before she reacted. One moment she was standing and the next she was weightless, falling in the place that Merlin had just been. She was sitting up before she had even registered she'd hit the ground, and then—

Everyone was dead. Or it looked that way. They flew back, they collapsed, all of them, all at once, and she hadn't touched them, and she hadn't felt a thing, and that wasn't possible, it just wasn't, unless—and when she turned around she had her answer. Merlin was behind her, his hand raised, breathing heavily, gold fading from his eyes. He had magic. Ana didn't even know how that was possible. How was he a practicer of magic in Camelot? Without Gaius or Arthur finding out, without anyone finding out? Ana didn't realize she was breathing heavier or that her fingertips were beginning to shake; Merlin, however, noted it with panicked and pained eyes before he spoke.

"I—I can explain," Merlin said quickly, raising both of his hands in innocence. Ana tensed instinctively at the gesture and he dropped them, concealing a small wince. "I can explain, I swear, but first—" He floundered and then gestured to her.

It was only when she shifted to sit straighter that she realized what he was talking about. She was bleeding. She immediately moved to put more pressure on her abdomen, stifling the bleeding at the cost of pain, her fingertips reaching around the shaft of an arrow to do so. "You want to . . . what? Heal me? Merlin, I . . . I don't even know how you got magic, you can't just—"

"You're going to bleed out," Merlin said, pleading. He took a couple steps forward. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to—"

"Don't be stupid, Merlin," Ana scoffed weakly, "I know you're not going to hurt me. Just . . . come over here, all right? At the least you can help me stop the bleeding."  

Merlin was evidently cautious, but after watching her expression for another moment, he was beside her and putting another hand on her abdomen, pressing harder. "Ana, I can't heal this without magic," he said, his voice pitching up. "I-I don't know how."

"I need you to explain first, Merlin," Ana insisted, attempting to sound severe. She shook her head. She couldn't let him. Not yet.

"Just trust me," Merlin insisted, breathing in sharply. She felt his hand tremble slightly where he was applying pressure. "I was born with magic, I didn't choose it, I was born with it. I'll tell you everything, but I need to heal you first, please just—"

"I trust you, Merlin," Ana sighed, wincing at the movement. "You're right, I trust you. So . . . so do it. And I expect that explanation after, all right?" Cautiously, and not without a glance at Merlin to see if he would stop her first, she grabbed hold of the arrow, took a deep breath, and pulled it out in a swift motion that left her in dizzying pain.

After the immediate shock faded, Merlin's eyes lit up in relief at his new opportunity, his shoulders relaxing minutely. Ana expected him to prepare her, or explain, but instead he gave her an uncertain look, ducked his head, and muttered words she couldn't make out under his breath. After a moment, he applied more pressure to her wound and repeated the words again. She jumped when the wound began to sting, but it was over as quickly as it came. Merlin slowly eased the pressure off her wound and no blood poured between his fingers.

Ana shifted to lean back immediately, putting both of her hands on the place the wound used to be. "Shit," she breathed. "It's not—it's not bleeding. It barely hurts. How did you—?" Ana cut herself off when she saw his expression, nervous and uncertain. "I . . . don't think you're evil, Merlin. I just don't understand. I—why didn't you tell me? And what do you mean you were born with it? And what about all the magic that happens in Camelot? Are you the one doing it? Because a lot of that is—" Ana caught herself and stopped, waiting for him to answer.

Merlin kept his eyes on the ground, propping up a knee and leaning on it. "I was born with magic," he said again. "It's not common, but it happens. Some of the druids are born with magic too. I can't just stop. It's a part of who I am." He risked a glance up to see her expression and then looked down again. "I only use magic to help people, I swear. Like Arthur. I protect him. And I can't tell anyone or—"

"You'll be sentenced to death?" Ana offered. "That's a reasonable answer." She paused, digging her fingers into the dirt as she thought. "I didn't know people could be born with magic. It's, um, it's different. To know you didn't choose it. I mean, I don't think all magic-users are evil but—" Ana dug her fingers deeper into the ground.

Merlin watched her movement carefully but didn't comment on it. "How are you so calm?" he asked. "No one else who found out were, were like this."

"I'm not calm, Merlin," Ana said plainly. "I—I'm freaking out. This isn't normal. Or okay. I just don't—I don't know how I'm supposed to feel right now. You're not the first magic user I've met, but even then . . ."

"But you still trust me?" he asked. His voice was cautious, if hopeful. Ana paused to fully look at him and realized suddenly that he must have been rejected before, that he couldn't possibly be used to acceptance.

Ana opened her mouth and then closed it. It took a moment before she attempted to speak again. "Of course I do. You're still Merlin." After another moment, she even managed the smallest of smiles. "And I have the slightest feeling that Arthur's not lucky at all. Puts all the dropped branches, swords, and chandeliers into perspective."

Merlin's eyes widened and he barked a laugh, far giddier than he should have been. "You don't know the half of it," he assured her. His words were punctuated by the first few drops of rain that began to fall through the trees, splashing dew on their skins.

Ana cleared her throat. "I don't suppose you could stop this rain then?"

Merlin wouldn't have dared try and Ana didn't expect him to. Both of them knew that it was too soon, that she wasn't ready for it and he wasn't ready to witness the reaction. But that didn't keep either of them from smiling at the question, or put a damper on Merlin's mood when he stood up and offered her a hand to stand as well. There was something about the air around them that assured them it would be okay soon.

Gaius would have a word with them when he saw the pair, soaking wet and muddy, with blood dotting their clothes. He would notice Ana's behaviour and Merlin's careful avoidance of the suspicious and realize the secret had been told. Of course nothing would ever be the same. But in that moment, Ana and Merlin thought of none of that. Instead, they hurried home, still shocked beyond what they could express, with an odd sense of relief filling their bones.

[mayarojawright]

Part Two: 'The Death of Normality' -- The Seer of Hogwarts

[mayarojawright]

Aesthetics I made for my HP/Merlin Fic 'The Seer of Hogwarts' posted on Wattpad and AO3 :).

Title: Part One: 'The Temperamental Calm Before the Storm'

[puresongblog]

Guys I have started writing a OCxMerlin AU fanfiction.

I got the idea for this fanfiction when I realized that none of the sorcerers could tell another person is a sorcerer upon sight so what if there was a badass OC who could.

Do read it since I'm currently both watching the show I feel like I try to be as true to the show as possible.

Merlin - The Warlock and the Aura Reader

After saving Uther Pendragon from near death. Irene joins the palace of Camelot to serve as a cupbearer for the King. B...

[merlin-plotbunnies]

Accidental Marriage AU

Set sometime after Arthur promises the druids peace, so late series 4. Arthur decides to actually go all out in improving relations with the druids, so he sets out with a small party to meet with them. They talk and work out all that needs to be worked out between them, as Arthur really wants to make amends and forge a lasting peace between them. Then the druids start celebrating, like big bonfire and lots of wine and plenty of very druid things that make Arthur the slightest bit uncomfortable because he doesn't quite know what's going on or what it all means, but Merlin insists that he loosen up and join in. Merlin says these are just the druids' traditions and they can't risk offending them by turning down their offerings, then he scampers off and joins in with obvious delight. Merlin drinks everything they offer him and dances with a bunch of girls and has a grand time, and Arthur sees a more-than-a-little-intoxicated-Merlin get a flower crown from a pretty druid girl kneeling in front of him and then drink wine from the cup she offers him, but he doesn't think anything of it.

The next morning, they're all a little hung over but they did what they came for so they're in high spirits. They're just about to set off for Camelot when they notice a druid girl saddling her horse too like she's going to ride out with them. Merlin goes to ask her why and she says she couldn't very well stay here, not when her husband will be returning to Camelot. Merlin looks baffled and asks who exactly her husband is, and she says him. Apparently the whole flower-crown-and-wine thing was a druidic marriage rite. They girl, Taryn, says she was offered to him as a gesture of good faith and as a way to strengthen ties between the groups. Merlin protests that he's hardly a figure of political importance, he's just a servant, what good does it do to marry him?? Taryn responds in mindspeak that she knows he is Emrys, that there is no one of more importance, and Merlin goes pale. Arthur and the knights are torn between concern, bafflement, and laughing their asses off. Merlin, on the other hand, is kind of freaking out. He is vehemently against the idea of being married to this random girl and denies the marriage's validity. The girl is a bit devastated that her husband doesn't want her, that the great Emrys thinks she's unworthy, and she starts to cry. Merlin struggles between wanting to comfort her and wanting to make this whole situation not be happening. Since Merlin is so panicked and dismayed, Arthur stops laughing and thinks on it for a minute. He takes Merlin aside and explains that what Merlin said last night is still true, that they can't turn down a gift like this without causing serious offense and risking relations that are already a little shaky to begin with. Merlin tries to put up more of a fight, but with Arthur reluctantly opposing him and with Taryn looking desperate to stay with him, he finally gives in, absolutely miserable about it.

Taryn travels with them back toward Camelot. She is incredibly attentive, much to Merlin's discomfort. She insists on making their meal. She serves Merlin and offers to rub his feet. Gwaine is still howling with laughter, of course. Merlin is mortified and keeps turning her away, trying to do so as politely as possible and not make her cry again but apparently unable to convince her that his not wanting to marry her isn't a reflection on her character or her worth as a person. When they reach Camelot, Merlin manages to extricate himself and leave her with Gaius while he takes care of Arthur for the day.

When he gets back, Gaius gives him a look he can't quite decipher but doesn't say anything, which makes Merlin more than a little nervous. Gaius' behavior makes sense when he opens the door to his room to find Taryn naked on his bed. She says it's their wedding night and she wants to lie with him as his wife, and Merlin is like WHOA. He escapes and hides out in Arthur's chambers and Arthur let's him stay in the antechamber for the night. The next day, Merlin sits Taryn down and has a nice long chat about why he can't do this: he did not make the decision with a clear head, he was not properly informed as to what that ritual meant or the commitment he was making with it, she was misinformed about her intended's consent on the issue, he doesn't actually know her and can't justify just marrying her like that, his life is complicated enough without this. Taryn takes his hand and says that she just wants to help him. She doesn't have to be his wife if he truly doesn't want her to be, but she can at least be his friend. She can help him bear the burdens of his secret, since he has so few to talk to and even fewer who truly understand what being Emrys means and the pressure it puts on him.

Idk if this would end up with Merlin and Taryn actually falling in love or if Merlin would find a tactful way to dissolve the marriage because it wasn't consummated, if Taryn would go back to the druids or stay on in Camelot.

[theladysarmor]

Check out my Merlin fic, MerlinxOC!

Gratia Meus Fatum, Gratia Meus Pectus Pectoris

Izrabella is not looking for adventure when she comes to Camelot but that's what she finds. She has a secret to hide, but for how long? And how many of her new friends are keeping secrets as well?

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7526883/1/Gratia_Meus_Fatum_Gratia_Meus_Pectus_Pectoris

[theladysarmor]

My Merlin Fic. Read and let me know; would you read it?

(Apparently I've succeeded the amount of questions I can ask today so...message me with thoughts? Or just liking it is fine.)

This is a sneak peek into my new fanfiction for Merlin. This is the first time I'm writing a fanfic for Merlin so please don't hurt me if not everything is perfect. I do the best I can.

Takes place about halfway through the series, you know, when everything starts going wrong. Roughly a couple episodes after Lady of the Lake. A mysterious girl shows up in Camelot and finds herself unwillingly employed at the castle and making friends with the strangest people. But Izrabella has something to hide. And so it seems do some of her new friends...

The city of Camelot was much greater then she could have ever imagined. TheLower Town was bustling with activity setting the young girl’s heart a flame with excitement. She moved from booth to booth smelling flowers and chatting ideally with strangers. To everyone she seemed just a normal girl, dressed in a simple purple dress and wearing a long green cloak.

She came to a stall selling the strangest flowers she had ever seen. One in particular, stood out to her. It’s petals were long and shaped like the curve of a blade, they were all pure white. She reached out to pick one up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A voice said from behind her.

In her surprise she jumped and her finger brushed against the petal of the flower. She hissed in shock when she withdrew her hand to find it bleeding profusely.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you!” The voice said sincerely.

The girl turned around, wadding her finger in a piece of her dress as she did so. The person who the voice belonged to was a young man with high cheekbones and rather comically large ears, his hair was black and disheveled (as were his clothes.) He had startling blue eyes that were looking at her with concern, a small frown pulled down the corners of his mouth.

“It’s alright, just a cut. I’ve had worse.” She said, feeling a faint flush creep up her neck.

“Let me see it,” the young man held out his hand, long spindly fingers waiting patiently. He smiled. A small, reassuring smile.