arthur/morgana ficlets
three arthur/morgana ficlets from a fic challenge on tumblr:
Title: nurse me
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 289
Summary: this is her victory, and yet...
She sees him fall from across the field. There is carnage all around her feet, and she is soaked in the blood of Camelot’s finest. This is her victory, and yet…
The scream has passed her lips before she even realized she had opened her mouth. Her feet have carried her to him, and she collapses in a heap by his broken body.
He takes in a ragged breath, and his cloudy eyes land on her face. “Morgana,” he rasps.
Her hot tears fall onto his skin, leaving clean tracks through the dirt and blood covering his body. She cries out his name on a sob, suddenly feeling the weight of her choices.
He reaches out a hand to cup her cheek, smiling up at her despite the pain. Unexpectedly, he murmurs, “I’m sorry.”
Choking on a laugh, she shakes her head and pulls his hand away. “Don’t be. This was always our destiny, you and I.”
He smiles at her before falling unconscious in her arms.
Using her magic, she lifts him up onto her horse. She rides with incredible speed until they reach the edge of a lake. There is a small boat waiting for them and Morgana sets him carefully inside.
As they cross the lake, Arthur stirs. He opens his eyes and there is an unspoken question there.
Morgana leans down and whispers in his ear, “I’m going to look after you.”
At that, he falls back to sleep peacefully in her arms, no longer feeling the pain. As the mist clears, the Isle of Avalon is visible on the horizon.
Their story may be over, but as they reached the shores together, Morgana knew that the Once and Future King’s tale was just beginning.
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Title: quiet me (version one)
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 628
Summary: this is the last time you fall on me for anything you like; your one last line, you fall on me for anything you like
There’s a moment, when he turns and sees her there poised with a sword at his chest, that his breath catches. For a moment his mind’s eye is filled with thoughts of her, from her attacking him with a wooden sword as a child, to her saving his life when they were teens, and her attempting to take his life a thousand times before. He is so completely full of her, always has been, that he can’t stop himself from moving towards her.
She smiles wickedly at him, before magically throwing her sword to hover at his throat. “All the trouble you’ve caused me, Arthur. How easily I could end you now.”
He shakes his head, knowing that it’s not the truth. He chuckles low in his chest. “But you won’t. All that power, I could’ve been dead years ago. Yet, here we stand.”
Her eyes visibly darken and she pushes the sword forward to slice a line across his cheek. Blood trickles down from the wound, and the sight lights something inside of her. “I will kill you, Arthur!” Her voice trembles slightly and it enrages her further. “Do you realize what you have made of me? I am the rightful heir, that should’ve been my throne! Yet instead I am forced to live like an animal, scared and alone because of your choices.”
It’s foolish, but he moves closer, ignoring the blade in front of him.
Continuing to rant, she screams at him, “You were supposed to be a better man than Uther, but look at what you’ve done! You slaughter people as easily as he did, and for what? Because they have magic? How close minded you are.”
Her laughter echoes in his ears, and he feels the sting of her words. “Morgana…”
“Your death will be cause for celebration.”
He cocks his head, questioning, “For your people? Or for you?”
She frowns at him, tired of his prying. “For everyone. Especially me.”
He smiles knowingly. “This is not just about magic, Morgana, is it? This is about the wrongs I have done you.”
She brings the blade back to his neck, pushing it firmly against his skin. “You have done so many wrongs to so many people. At least Uther never lied about who he was. I hated him, but you… you have ruined me!” She slashed another line through his skin, leaving red rivulets down his neck.
He brought his hand up and dabbed at the wound, his fingers coming away stained. “I loved you, Morgana. You knew that.”
“You betrayed me!” she fumed. She suddenly dropped the sword from the air, flying in on him with her fists.
He caught her arms as she swung wildly at him and pulled her into his chest.
“I trusted you, Arthur, I-” A strangled cry escaped her lips, cutting off her angry words.
He held her tight to him, making soft shushing noises into her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Morgana.”
She sobbed into his chest, still frantically trying to hit him with her fists. “I hate you, I hate you.”
He nodded in acceptance and held her tighter. “I know.”
Eventually her cries quieted and she went limp in his arms.
Arthur slowly released her and backed away to assess her. Her body had calmed, but the fire in her eyes was still as strong as before.
With one last look into his blue eyes, Morgana shook her head. “This is the last time.”
Arthur nodded, understanding that she was giving him a final chance. He wanted to say something, to reassure her in some way, but they both knew it would only be empty words. As quiet as she came, she disappeared, leaving him in the wake of both their mistakes.
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Title: quiet me (version two)
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 427
Summary: "No, I think you rather like me."
“Arthur Pendragon, I am going to kill you!” Morgana stormed into his chambers, red-faced and furious.
Arthur smiled impishly, enjoying the sight in front of him. An angry Morgana was a force to be reckoned with, but he so enjoyed pushing her buttons.
Morgana was soaked to the bone and absolutely freezing from the slight chill in the air. Arthur had found it hilarious to throw her into the pond on their ride in the woods. Morgana however, had not. “Are you mad? I could get sick from this.”
Arthur burst into a fit of laughter upon noticing her muddied hem and her missing boot. She had apparently lost it in her haste to run after him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Morgana. I quite like you like this.”
Morgana’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red and she looked down at herself. Her dress was clinging to her frame, and Arthur’s enjoyment from it was quite obvious. “You insolent little brat! I ought to tell Uther about this. He would throw you in the stocks for sure.”
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “Go on, it’ll be worth it.”
She screamed in frustration, stamping her foot that still wore a boot. Arthur drove her to the brink of insanity. “I cannot stand you! You are downright the most annoying, obnoxious person I have ever met!”
He stretched out his arms and stood up from the chair. He made a humming noise of consideration before saying, “No, I think you rather like me.”
“Arthur!” she fumed, close to exploding.
He walked up to her and smiled, stopping mere inches from her face. “Well, go on. Kill me if you must.”
She raised a hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. “You’re lucky you’re the prince. I would have no problem throwing you into a ditch somewhere otherwise. I mean, really, Arthur, you-”
Her angry words were swallowed by his mouth as his lips crashed onto hers. He kissed her to the point of breathlessness, dipping her back dramatically before setting her upright on her feet again. He slowly pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip playfully.
She had lost her train of thought completely, but she knew she was still mad, so she shoved at his chest to create some distance. Huffing dramatically, she spun on her heel and walked towards the door.
As she was leaving, he called out. “See, I knew you liked me!” He then had to duck as her remaining shoe came flying at his head.
Title: nurse me
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 289
Summary: this is her victory, and yet...
She sees him fall from across the field. There is carnage all around her feet, and she is soaked in the blood of Camelot’s finest. This is her victory, and yet…
The scream has passed her lips before she even realized she had opened her mouth. Her feet have carried her to him, and she collapses in a heap by his broken body.
He takes in a ragged breath, and his cloudy eyes land on her face. “Morgana,” he rasps.
Her hot tears fall onto his skin, leaving clean tracks through the dirt and blood covering his body. She cries out his name on a sob, suddenly feeling the weight of her choices.
He reaches out a hand to cup her cheek, smiling up at her despite the pain. Unexpectedly, he murmurs, “I’m sorry.”
Choking on a laugh, she shakes her head and pulls his hand away. “Don’t be. This was always our destiny, you and I.”
He smiles at her before falling unconscious in her arms.
Using her magic, she lifts him up onto her horse. She rides with incredible speed until they reach the edge of a lake. There is a small boat waiting for them and Morgana sets him carefully inside.
As they cross the lake, Arthur stirs. He opens his eyes and there is an unspoken question there.
Morgana leans down and whispers in his ear, “I’m going to look after you.”
At that, he falls back to sleep peacefully in her arms, no longer feeling the pain. As the mist clears, the Isle of Avalon is visible on the horizon.
Their story may be over, but as they reached the shores together, Morgana knew that the Once and Future King’s tale was just beginning.
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Title: quiet me (version one)
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 628
Summary: this is the last time you fall on me for anything you like; your one last line, you fall on me for anything you like
There’s a moment, when he turns and sees her there poised with a sword at his chest, that his breath catches. For a moment his mind’s eye is filled with thoughts of her, from her attacking him with a wooden sword as a child, to her saving his life when they were teens, and her attempting to take his life a thousand times before. He is so completely full of her, always has been, that he can’t stop himself from moving towards her.
She smiles wickedly at him, before magically throwing her sword to hover at his throat. “All the trouble you’ve caused me, Arthur. How easily I could end you now.”
He shakes his head, knowing that it’s not the truth. He chuckles low in his chest. “But you won’t. All that power, I could’ve been dead years ago. Yet, here we stand.”
Her eyes visibly darken and she pushes the sword forward to slice a line across his cheek. Blood trickles down from the wound, and the sight lights something inside of her. “I will kill you, Arthur!” Her voice trembles slightly and it enrages her further. “Do you realize what you have made of me? I am the rightful heir, that should’ve been my throne! Yet instead I am forced to live like an animal, scared and alone because of your choices.”
It’s foolish, but he moves closer, ignoring the blade in front of him.
Continuing to rant, she screams at him, “You were supposed to be a better man than Uther, but look at what you’ve done! You slaughter people as easily as he did, and for what? Because they have magic? How close minded you are.”
Her laughter echoes in his ears, and he feels the sting of her words. “Morgana…”
“Your death will be cause for celebration.”
He cocks his head, questioning, “For your people? Or for you?”
She frowns at him, tired of his prying. “For everyone. Especially me.”
He smiles knowingly. “This is not just about magic, Morgana, is it? This is about the wrongs I have done you.”
She brings the blade back to his neck, pushing it firmly against his skin. “You have done so many wrongs to so many people. At least Uther never lied about who he was. I hated him, but you… you have ruined me!” She slashed another line through his skin, leaving red rivulets down his neck.
He brought his hand up and dabbed at the wound, his fingers coming away stained. “I loved you, Morgana. You knew that.”
“You betrayed me!” she fumed. She suddenly dropped the sword from the air, flying in on him with her fists.
He caught her arms as she swung wildly at him and pulled her into his chest.
“I trusted you, Arthur, I-” A strangled cry escaped her lips, cutting off her angry words.
He held her tight to him, making soft shushing noises into her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Morgana.”
She sobbed into his chest, still frantically trying to hit him with her fists. “I hate you, I hate you.”
He nodded in acceptance and held her tighter. “I know.”
Eventually her cries quieted and she went limp in his arms.
Arthur slowly released her and backed away to assess her. Her body had calmed, but the fire in her eyes was still as strong as before.
With one last look into his blue eyes, Morgana shook her head. “This is the last time.”
Arthur nodded, understanding that she was giving him a final chance. He wanted to say something, to reassure her in some way, but they both knew it would only be empty words. As quiet as she came, she disappeared, leaving him in the wake of both their mistakes.
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Title: quiet me (version two)
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 427
Summary: "No, I think you rather like me."
“Arthur Pendragon, I am going to kill you!” Morgana stormed into his chambers, red-faced and furious.
Arthur smiled impishly, enjoying the sight in front of him. An angry Morgana was a force to be reckoned with, but he so enjoyed pushing her buttons.
Morgana was soaked to the bone and absolutely freezing from the slight chill in the air. Arthur had found it hilarious to throw her into the pond on their ride in the woods. Morgana however, had not. “Are you mad? I could get sick from this.”
Arthur burst into a fit of laughter upon noticing her muddied hem and her missing boot. She had apparently lost it in her haste to run after him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Morgana. I quite like you like this.”
Morgana’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red and she looked down at herself. Her dress was clinging to her frame, and Arthur’s enjoyment from it was quite obvious. “You insolent little brat! I ought to tell Uther about this. He would throw you in the stocks for sure.”
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “Go on, it’ll be worth it.”
She screamed in frustration, stamping her foot that still wore a boot. Arthur drove her to the brink of insanity. “I cannot stand you! You are downright the most annoying, obnoxious person I have ever met!”
He stretched out his arms and stood up from the chair. He made a humming noise of consideration before saying, “No, I think you rather like me.”
“Arthur!” she fumed, close to exploding.
He walked up to her and smiled, stopping mere inches from her face. “Well, go on. Kill me if you must.”
She raised a hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. “You’re lucky you’re the prince. I would have no problem throwing you into a ditch somewhere otherwise. I mean, really, Arthur, you-”
Her angry words were swallowed by his mouth as his lips crashed onto hers. He kissed her to the point of breathlessness, dipping her back dramatically before setting her upright on her feet again. He slowly pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip playfully.
She had lost her train of thought completely, but she knew she was still mad, so she shoved at his chest to create some distance. Huffing dramatically, she spun on her heel and walked towards the door.
As she was leaving, he called out. “See, I knew you liked me!” He then had to duck as her remaining shoe came flying at his head.