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Don't Hide Your Flaws (I'll Cause Them All Again) by livinginthetheater
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
17 Aug 2025
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No servant should have so many scars. When a visiting knight sees Merlin's, he can only come to one conclusion: King Arthur is a violent abuser, and Merlin must be protected at all costs.
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- Part 7 of Living's Standalone Merthur Fics
Bookmarked by J45 (Jrass)
27 Jan 2026
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Merlin's worst fear has come true-his magic has been discovered, and he is now running for his life with Arthur and the knights of Camelot hot on his trail. But maybe all is not as it seems.
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25 Jan 2026
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What could be make the winter holidays worse for Arthur than having to entertain the surly King Olaf and his still-entirely-love-smitten daughter Lady Vivian?
Why, doing it during an outbreak of magical mistletoe all over Camelot castle, of course!
Canon compliant (-ish), set between Series 4 and 5, full of lots of banter and general shenanigans.
Thanks as always to my lovely beta reader BlueSimplicity.
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Bookmarked by J45 (Jrass)
22 Jan 2026
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Merlin was a kind and gentle soul, sometimes too kind and too gentle for his own good. Or you know, his own wellbeing. Arthur on the other hand, well…there was a reason that Arthur’s manservant was considered off limits. Any who dared harm him was not long for Camelot (or this world for that matter).
Or the five people Merlin unintentionally gets exiled, and the one he gets exiled on purpose.
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- Part 13 of 5+1 Murther Stories
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14 Jan 2026
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Yuletide in Camelot was a complicated thing.
Merlin had grown up with simple winter traditions: small gifts left on windowsills, bread shared between neighbours, his mother humming old songs while the snow piled against the door. Ealdor’s winter had been cold, yes, but it had been kind — a quiet, honest cold that wrapped around you and sat beside you at the fire.
Camelot’s Yuletide, by contrast, was a spectacle sharpened to a shine. Crimson and gold banners layered every wall and archway, richer and heavier than usual. Courtiers drifted through the halls in velvet and fur, jewels bright at throats and wrists, their laughter ringing too loud, as if joy were something that had to be proven by volume alone.
Below, the lower town seethed with it all — stalls packed into every sheltered corner, merchants shouting over one another, the air thick with spice and smoke and roasting chestnuts. It was dazzling, overwhelming, impossible to escape.
And above it all, the castle tradition: the Gift of the Longest Night.
Bookmarked by J45 (Jrass)
01 Jan 2026