"Merlin takes a tumble. If only it stopped there." Because, nobody writes stories about Arthur and Merlin before they were best pals, anymore. And, those were the golden years. Also, there can never be too much Merlin whump in the world. No slash.

A minute puff of air, and Merlin is falling.

Merlin is poisoned with curare through a dart in his neck. Leon and Percival are sent after the killer. Elyan is tasked to find help, and fast. Gwaine and Arthur stay behind to keep their friend alive. Or, to watch him die. Angst!Whump!Merlin!. Bromance. NO slash!

"Kiss my bony ass!" - Because, if I read one more story about Merlin sniffling and cowering in a corner because "Arthur's so abusive!", I will throw a fit. Here's a bit of a reminder that our warlock has some balls, and can throw a punch.

(Spiderman crossover) "It's Peter," Fury's voice had become strangely soft. Tony was pretty sure he hadn't meant to move his arm, but he found himself in an odd position anyways, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, instead. "Not my problem," he replied, quietly.