Merlin should've laughed. Should've seen that one coming. It was funny, in some twisted way. Funny that the man he was arse over tits for was with his best friend. Funny that he actually thought that man could turn out to be gay. And what made this whole thing uproariously funny was that even if Arthur could be gay, Merlin actually thought he stood a chance. Merthur.

The soulmate words were seemingly the one form of magic Uther Pendragon could not best. Merlin has never wanted hers; they are sure to be a great deal of trouble on top of being a warlock. After all, soulmarks are a type of magic, and she has eight. / Or where Merlin is born a female warlock with eight soulmates. Bring it on, chaos.

Merlin starts his afternoon off whistling a merry tune to a bunch of birds. When his magic puts an edge to the music, things get a bit carried away.

Rebirth. Merlin has waited, and waited, and waited…And still, there has been no sign of Arthur. He's on the verge of giving up again. To keep himself from giving in to his own despair, he decides to get another college degree to distract himself. And so, shedding the aging spell he uses on occasion, he enrolls in yet another university, where he finds something he didn't expect to.

"Like, this whole Medieval-thing you've got going on here is totally cool and whatever, but I've been lost in these woods for like a day now and I really want to go home." Modern gal Freya finds herself in a spot of trouble and 1000 years into the past and now she's faced with a suspicious Merlin and an overbearing Prince on her journey to Camelot to find some answers. Not ArthurOC

Same story, different type of Merlin, or should I say Merilyn. No doe-eyed Merlin here. Slow-burn fic with many ideas for what comes after! Arthur/Fem!Merlin Minor bits of Gwen/Lancelot.

[Merthur] Arthur and Merlin are clearly in love, but are unaware of it. The Knights of Camelot decide to fix this before it's too late. [M Rating for chapter 5 and chapter 10]

Lily wakes up to find her fiancé's not in bed.

Despite how often Jace and Clary fought, the attraction for each other was clear. Clace. TwoShot.

James Potter had never been so afraid of anything as he was of baby Harry.