Louis' first year as Camp Administrator for the Red Pine's All Boys Summer Camp is going to be his golden ticket to teacherdom. He'll prove himself to be more than capable of his dream career after a successful camp season, earning that great reference he was promised for his application to Teachers College at Columbia in the fall. He's handpicked his counsellors to ensure all potential bumps in the road are avoided: his best mate Liam will be head lifeguard, Niall is going to run the music department, and even though he had to physically drag him there, Zayn has agreed to help with arts and crafts. But when Stan - his sports and recreation specialist - has to cancel the day before move-in, Louis is stuck relying on a random replacement from a temp agency who turns out to be some guy who is all energy and dimples and legs and trouble. So Louis might just have his summer cut out for him in a big, beautiful way. It's the summer camp AU that apparently everybody wanted. Cover and blurb credit: @alessandra

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In this story you will find no dragons to be found. nor witches for that matter. This story begins in England. It is about a rich boy named Arthur, and his manservant named Merlin. (This is my first ever Merlin story so please bare with me as I write this.)

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Just a cute little Merthur fic, Arthur confesses his love for Merlin over a dinner he'd prepared and they spend the the night together (basically full of fluff!) Thank you to my friend for finding the song 'I do adore' by Mindy Gledhill which inspired this short story. Hope you enjoy and please leave comments, I love hearing from my readers! [UNFINISHED]

I decided to expand on my Methur fanfic, and start their story from the very beginning. Merlin is a young warlock who somehow finds himself as the manservant to the prince of Camelot. At first, he cannot stand his princely employer, but when the two start to spend more time together they realise that there may be a fine line between disgust and desire. © 2014, Chiara Sullivan. Cover credit: zazikelss.tumblr.com (used with permission).

Arthur and Merlin become separated at the Valley of the Fallen Kings. Merlin fears he may never see his King again; meanwhile, Arthur makes discoveries of his own. Takes place in between Seasons 4 and 5.

A modern AU where Merlin has lost his memory in a fatal accident. Arthur visits him in hospital in the hope that Merlin will remember something, but all he talks about is a land called Camelot; a fictional world which he has made up and confused with real life. In Merlin's last moments will he remember his Arthur? [COMPLETED] This takes place in Merlin's last two last weeks alive so I apologise now for any feels I may have caused! This is also my first proper fan fiction so any constructive feedback is welcome. Thank you!

This, thought Merlin, is why I detest hunting. Not the heat. Not the work. Not the killing of poor defenseless animals. All of that was terrible, but he would hate Arthur's hunting trips anyway. Because they always went wrong. Every sodding time. Like now, for instance. Merlin's pulse beat in his head, a vicious tattoo on the inside of his skull. He groaned quietly and tried to decide whether opening his eyes would be worth the effort. He tried to bring his hands to his forehead and was met with the rather unsettling realization that his hands were bound above his head. With a sigh, he let his head droop back onto his chest. "Merlin!" A voice hissed. Go 'way, he thought. "Merlin, are you awake?" There was that voice again. "No," he muttered. Why wouldn't it let him sleep? "Merlin!" That sounded a lot like.... His head jerked up "Arthur!" Not his best idea. The cave-why were they in a cave?-spun sickeningly. Merlin blinked furiously, trying to see and get his bearings.