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the king’s ward [two] // morgana pendragon

summary: as you continue to hide the truth about your identity, your final round is against the Prince of Camelot himself.

warning/s: mentions of violence, injury and kidnapping.

author's note: so glad you’re all enjoying this one! here’s the second part 🥰

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The next few fights went about as smoothly as the last one did, but without a doubt I pulled through and eventually made it to the finals. Morgana didn't tell anybody about who I really was, which I was very surprised at, and I toned down my flirting with her massively. Partially for the fact that she now knew it was me, and also because it certainly wasn't impressing Uther. I couldn't risk it, especially if he found out the truth about me.

When I found myself facing off Arthur in the final match of the competition, I was nervous to say the least. Everybody wanted their future king to win, of course, but I only wanted to see if I could beat him. He was the best of the best, but I could be, too. Couldn't I?

After the King made a short speech that essentially hinted at Prince Arthur kicking my butt, the fight began and I was thrown into the deep end. He only fought with a sword, as did I, and we both had many close calls, pinning each other down with ease. This fight was the longest I'd had with anybody, the blonde proving to be quite the challenge. But unlike his other opponents, I was keeping up with his every move.

He was bigger, physically, which made it easier for me to sneak around him, avoiding his sword. When his did clash with mine, he had the upper hand with strength. But it didn't take long for me to use his own strength against him and flip him over me. Before I could make the winning strike, he rolled off the ground and pulled his helmet off, throwing it to the side like it was a mere inconvenience. I swallowed hard, keeping mine on and trying not to let his focused expression deter me.

He stalked toward me, swinging his sword with might and keeping me on my toes. I didn't falter under his constant strikes, but my arms were growing tired with his considerable speed. My only option was to disarm him, and when he least expected it, I managed to flip his sword out of his hand and land it my left one, immediately holding him at the end of my sword. He froze, jaw clenching when he realised I'd got him stuck, and everybody waited for me to make the final strike. After all, there were no rules.

But I was no villain, and I gave him a curt nod before dropping both of my arms, lowering both swords. He pressed his lips together but nodded respectfully, accepting his defeat. The crowd erupted into cheers as I tossed him his sword back, and then I began to smile to myself because I'd done the impossible. I'd beat Arthur Pendragon.

When I turned to see the King's reaction, he did not look impressed in the slightest, still seated and staring at us both with shock. Morgana, on the other hand, was stood up and clapping with amazement, grinning down at me. I waved at her, grateful, and then glanced at Prince Arthur who was now smiling graciously.

"You did good," he said over the noise of the crowd, and then smacked my back with pride, but it was a lot harder than I expected and I tipped forward at the force, my helmet flying off before I could catch it.

I froze, my eyes widened with panic, and the crowd went quiet in unified shock. I feared looking up, but when I did, Arthur was staring at me with a slack jaw.

"You're a girl?!"

I looked up at the King, only to see the pure anger and shock written across his face. I facepalmed mentally, knowing I was screwed.

Y/B/N and I were kneeling before the King as he yelled at us about how we had made a fool of him, Camelot's traditions and everybody who took part in the completion. I tried to pay attention, but all I could think about was how close I'd gotten to winning. So close, yet so far.

"...and I could have you banished from Camelot forever!" he was saying, pacing back and forth before us.

Arthur was stood behind him, still in disbelief that I'd beaten him, and Morgana was there too, listening to his verdict. Once he'd finished, she suddenly stepped forward.

"My lord, was it really that bad? Maybe Y/N just wanted to compete," she tried to reason with him, but he wasn't hearing it.

"Women can't fight!" he snapped at her, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"This one can," Arthur mumbled.

I fought a smile from my lips, which Y/B/N detected and nudged me with warning. Uther was glaring down at us both, irrationally angry.

"You," Arthur suddenly said, looking down at me, and I met his gaze. He seemed conflicted. "You're extremely talented. Nobody has ever bested me."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I stayed quiet.

"It's not right what you did," he said thoughtfully, "but it wasn't fair that you couldn't compete in the first place."

"Arthur!" Uther scolded him.

"Father, a win is a win," Arthur said in a pleading tone. "She deserves the prize and the praise!"

"The whole of Camelot cannot see their future king be beat by some– some woman!" Uther said with disgust.

"But I was!" Arthur argued right back, certainly surprising me. "And that's okay!"

"No," Uther muttered, before pacing again. A silence fell upon us as he decided what to do with us. And then he stopped suddenly, beginning to relax. "We will tell everyone you saw her hair before she disarmed you. That you faltered at the deception and couldn't beat a girl. That you let her win."

At this blatant lie and disrespect, I looked up. "But that's not–"

"You can keep the prize money if you keep quiet," he said to me with a scowl. "Fair?"

I blinked, swallowing hard.

"Father, that's an outright lie!" Arthur disagreed before I could answer. "What's the harm if they know the truth?"

Uther glared at him. "I don't expect you to understand." His gaze fell back to me. "So. Do we have a deal?"

I frowned, glancing at Y/B/N. He mirrored my frown, but nodded. I sighed then nodded to Uther.

"Deal," I agreed reluctantly.

Relived that the discussion was over, Uther nodded. "Finally. Good. I tire of this."

Not sparing us another glance, he walked past us and out of the throne room. Arthur sighed and nodded to my brother and I.

"Please, stand," he said. We did, and he continued, "I'm sorry. Y/N, you should've been able to fight as is. It's a shame no one will know the truth of your abilities and talent."

"Maybe you can change that when you become king," I said disappointedly. "For now, this will have to do."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose with discomfort. "You'll both still be attending the banquet this evening. At my invite. It's the least you deserve after winning."

"We'd be honoured, my lord," I said with a nod.

"Great," Arthur said, relieved. "I shall see you tonight then."

We both bowed respectfully before leaving the throne room, following the knights out of the castle. Once we were finally alone, Y/B/N and I embraced with relief.

"I can't believe you beat the bloody prince," he said with a pride-filled smile.

I laughed, the overwhelming joy of it all – winning and somehow getting away with it – getting to me. "I did."

He pulled me into his side as we began to walk through the city. "So, what are you gonna do with the prize money?"

"What are we gonna do with it," I corrected him. "I couldn't have done any of this without you."

"But we were caught," he reminded me.

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

He smiled. "Maybe we can buy some clothes for the party tonight. Got to look our best after all, don't we?"

"Not a bad idea, brother, not a bad idea at all."

Despite Arthur having invited my brother and I to the party this evening, Y/B/N and I still felt a little unwelcome. Word had spread about my deception, including how Arthur had let me win – a story I really hated but knew I couldn't argue – so many eyes were on us when we entered.

"You sure you don't want to leave now?" Y/B/N asked, half joking.

"If I can't get the credit, I can at least enjoy some free food," I retorted, making him smile.

Before we could even think about where to start first, a servant boy approached us with a friendly smile. I recognised him, certain I'd seen him waiting after Arthur throughout the week.

"Y/N, congratulations on your win!" he exclaimed. "Your fighting was just incredible. Not many people can beat Arthur, but you just..." He made a punching gesture with hand, amazed.

"Thank you, but as I'm sure you know, Arthur let me win," I told him, managing not to grimace at the lie.

He snorted as if he didn't believe it. "Right. Well, either way, you're a very talented swordswoman."

I smiled for real, appreciative of his compliment and also the fact that he seemed to believe I'd won by myself and not by Arthur's right.

"Merlin, stop bothering my guests please," Arthur suddenly came out of nowhere, patting the servant boy on the back.

The servant, who I now knew was called Merlin, rolled his eyes playfully before shooting me a final smile and leaving us be

"Y/N, Y/B/N," Arthur said, eyes falling to us. "You both look great. Do enjoy tonight. I've already told my father not to bother you. It's your night as much as anyone else's. Especially mine."

"Thank you, my lord," Y/B/N said, nodding his head, and I nodded, too.

"We appreciate it," I added.

Arthur pursed his lips, staring at me for a moment longer than usual, before mumbling to himself as he walked away, "Beaten by a woman."

My smile grew as I sensed he still wasn't over the defeat. Even if nobody else knew, it was still enough to know I could actually do it.

"C'mon, let's go get a drink," Y/B/N said, already heading towards the table full of drinks.

We both grabbed a goblet each, cheering to my win subtly, before taking a sip. Talking about what we might do next, we almost didn't notice Morgana approaching us.

"Y/B/N, Y/N," she greeted with a warm smile.

"My lady," Y/B/N returned, bowing respectfully, and I followed suit.

"Please, it's really not necessary," Morgana said in jest.

Y/B/N and I exchanged smiles, knowing it was, but we didn't want to offend Morgana and say otherwise.

"I'm going to track down some food," Y/B/N suddenly said, and he shot me a look before leaving Morgana and I alone. I supposed I was grateful he did.

"I never got the chance to say it before," I started, meeting Morgana's gaze, "but thank you for sticking up for me earlier. With the King. You didn't have to."

At the reminder, her smile faded slightly. "I did. I'm just sorry you were caught. You almost had everyone fooled."

I smiled disappointedly. "Yeah, well... Arthur has been too kind, letting me off so easily."

Morgana glanced out at the prince as she spoke, "He has a good heart. Better than his father's." After a moment, she looked back to me with a sad smile. "I'm sorry nobody will know good you really are. It's not fair."

I shrugged, downing the rest of my drink before putting the goblet to the side. "I'll know. That's enough for now. It's all people like me will ever get so... I'll take it."

Her eyes softened. "You deserve more, Y/N."

I didn't know what to say, and stupidly enough, her attention was making me more nervous than usual. I avoided her gaze, hoping my face wasn't turning pink.

"So, what will you and your brother do now?" she asked curiously. "Stay in Camelot perhaps?"

"I would have loved that," I admitted, "but it's probably not for the best. What with the King wanting to kill me and everything."

She rolled her eyes, suppressing the urge to laugh. "A bit dramatic, Y/N."

I tilted my head, quirking an eyebrow. "Is it?"

This time, a laugh escaped her and, gosh, it was quite literally music to my ears.

"You have a pretty laugh," I told her, and this only served to make her hide a shy smile as she looked away. I admired her for one of the last times, before answering her previous question. "Y/B/N and I will figure something out, I'm sure."

"Involving a sword?" she asked playfully.

"No doubt," I agreed. "I love it too much."

She nodded. "Good. A talent like yours deserves to be used."

I exhaled quietly, insides warming at her words. "Thank you, Morgana."

"Where did you learn to fight like you do, may I ask?"

"My father taught Y/B/N and I when we were young," I shared, surprised she'd asked. "We were farmers in our village, but it was raided one day. We had to leave and fighting was all we had afterwards. I took to it better than Y/B/N, but he is plenty good with a sword, too."

"Where are your parents now?" she asked.

"They died in the raid," I said awkwardly, unsure how to say it without sounding like I needed her pity.

Frowning, she shook her head. "I'm sorry to hear that."

I shrugged. "Don't be. It doesn't make me sad to talk about it. Honest."

She looked between my eyes, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure they'd be very proud of you and how good you are a fighter. Or at least, to know you beat the Prince of Camelot."

I smiled, which soon turned into a laugh when I realised she was trying to lighten the situation. "I hope so."

"It's unfortunate you'll be leaving after tonight," she said with a disappointed sigh, "but I do hope our paths will cross again soon. I was beginning to take a liking to you, Y/N."

My own smile widened, my heart fluttering a little at her words. I bowed once more, saying, "My lady." And when I put out my hand, she gave me hers and I kissed the top of it gently. I looked up and saw she was smiling down at me, green eyes bright and dazzling and making me second guess leaving Camelot.

Suddenly, somebody moved into the side of me, forcing me to drop Morgana's hand and straighten up. I realised it was Y/B/N, looking unimpressed.

"Seriously? In front of everyone?" he muttered, referring to my overtly flirtatious behaviour.

I couldn't help but laugh, too overjoyed to care. "Everybody is distracted by the party."

He grumbled to himself before the two of us faced Morgana. She was tempted to laugh at our encounter, but hid it behind a smile.

"I'll miss the both of you," she admitted, looking between us. "Good luck with what's next. And enjoy tonight."

Y/B/N nodded, smiling appreciatively, and I let my eyes linger on hers for as long as she'd let me. As she turned and walked away, I watched after her dreamily, wanting so badly to grab her hand and whisk her away.

"I wish I could ask her to dance," I said with a sigh.

"You're so stupid," Y/B/N said, used to my behaviour when I was like this.

I grinned, looking at Morgana once more before letting Y/B/N drag me away to find some food. I was certain I'd never forget her, no matter where I ended up.

6 months later...

"We seriously need to invest in a good horse," I complained to Y/B/N as we trekked through the forest. "My feet are giving out on me."

"All you do is complain," he said disapprovingly. "The exercise is good for us!"

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the cotton mask tied around my head and covering my nose and mouth. "Tell that to my swollen feet, mate."

He chuckled beside me, his eyes creasing over his mask, the only indication in addition to his obnoxious laugh that he was amused. "I promise that I'll pay extra for a nice hot bath at the next town so you can soak your feet. Sound good?"

I grumbled to myself as I used my sword to cut away at an annoying branch. "You better bloody do. I'm too young to be limping like I–"

"Shut up!" he whispered suddenly, cutting me off.

I fell quiet, detecting the seriousness in his voice, and my ears perked up to hear what he had. There were male voices in the distance, too far for us to make out specifics. I kept my sword in hand as Y/B/N unsheathed his quietly, exchanging looks.

"Could be bandits," he muttered with caution.

"We'll avoid that way then," I told him, sticking to our usual plan.

He nodded in agreement. "There's a way that leads around the stream and will–"

But he was cut off by a short girlish scream, followed by grunting and laughter. My expression hardened when I realised the bandits must have taken someone, an innocent woman no doubt. We couldn't leave her to fend for herself, and as soon as my gaze met Y/B/N's, he was already nodding in agreement.

"You got your knives?" he asked, looking as peeved as I did.

"Uh-huh. Let's go teach these arseholes a lesson."

The two of us moved quickly and quietly, having moved around in these woods for long enough to know how to keep silent and blend in with our surroundings. The bandits' voices grew louder as we approached and we realised it was a small camp. There were a few tents set up, a campfire in the middle and half a dozen or so men hanging about, either sharpening their swords or having a quick drink.

Y/B/N and I waited, eyes taking in the scene to see what we were dealing with. Seven men were present, with three standing on the outskirts and keeping guard and the rest milling around the camp. I scoured the campsite for any sign of a woman, certain I'd heard one, and that's when my eyes widened at a familiar sight.

Y/B/N grabbed my arm, signalling that he could see her too. It was the Lady Morgana and her handmaiden, the two of them bound with rope and sat back to back on the ground. Their clothes were dirty and raggedy, like they'd put up a fight, and there was a single bandit circling them like a predator does with its prey. His sickening smile put them at unease and I so desperately wanted to slice him to pieces there and then, but we had to be tactical.

Tugging me back, Y/B/N motioned for me to follow him. We backtracked, a fair distance away so that we could coordinate quickly.

"How did they get here?" he asked what I was thinking, before shaking his head. "Never mind. We need to get them out of here. If they've managed to kidnap the King's ward and have set up camp, that means they're making a trade."

"I know," I said with discomfort. "We can make this quick and there'll be nobody left. No trade."

He nodded in agreement. "Okay, so this is what we're gonna do..."

After discussing a quick plan, Y/B/N and I split up to circle the camp on different sides. He was dealing with the bandit guarding one side, whilst I dealt with the other two. Thankfully, we didn't have to get close just yet as we had throwing knives. All I had to do was line up my shot and...

His body hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and I immediately moved onto the next guard. This one was trickier considering he wouldn't stand still, constantly pacing. I almost had my throw perfected when there was a shout on the other side and both the bandit and I turned to see what it was.

"We're under attack, you idiot, help!" one of the bandits called to my target, and I groaned inwardly, knowing Y/B/N had been unfortunately noticed.

Running forward, I was able to take one bandit by surprise as the six others tried to circle Y/B/N. I stabbed one with ease before they began to realise there was two of us, and then I was suddenly fighting three bandits at once. The past six months of taking up odd jobs, plus years of training with a sword, put me at an advantage and I was able to move around without faltering once. In under a minute, all three of them were either dead or bleeding out. Y/B/N had managed the same and we both let out a deep breath, lowering our swords.

The muffled screaming from my left made me turn to see Morgana and her handmaiden, Gwen, staring at us with wide, terrified eyes. They were scrambling backwards on the ground, still sat down and tied back to back, and I tried to step forward to untie them, but they weren't having it.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you," Y/B/N said calmly, bending down to pull the pieces of cloth from their mouths. "Just let us–"

"Stay away from us!" Morgana yelled, teary eyed and protective of her handmaiden. "Don't touch us!"

I wondered why she was so scared, and then realised she'd just watched Y/B/N and I murder a bunch of bandits and couldn't see who it was.

"Y/B/N, our masks!" I said to him sharply, and his eyebrows raised with realisation before we both pulled them down to our necks. I looked back to Morgana and Gwen, saying, "It's okay, it's just us! It's Y/N!"

Their fear faded instantly, replaced by shock, and thankfully they let me lean down to cut their ropes from their hands. Y/B/N and I helped them to stand, before I looked over them both with concern.

"Are you hurt?" I asked worriedly. "They didn't touch you, did they? We heard a scream."

"They were teasing us, but no, they didn't touch us, thankfully," Gwen answered, wiping at her eyes. "Thank you. Both of you."

"Are you?" Morgana asked, eyes looking me up and down.

"Am I what?"

"Hurt, you idiot," Y/B/N mumbled, and then I widened my eyes.

"Oh, right! No, no I'm fine, don't worry," I assured her, a little embarrassed and flustered from her tense stare, before looking to Gwen. "I don't believe we've officially met. I'm Y/N."

"The one who beat Prince Arthur in the tournament, right?" she asked, recognition flashing across her expression.

I began to grin. "Why yes, that is–"

"Y/N, not the time or place," Y/B/N cut me off with a knowing look.

I sighed, unfortunately knowing he was right, and changed the subject. "Right. We need to get you both out of here. There could be more of them and we don't know who's going to meet them here. It's not safe."

They nodded in agreement, but before I could even think to lead them out of there, Y/B/N suddenly let out a groan and hit the ground. My eyes widened when I saw an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, and both Morgana and Gwen let out a scream, eyes staring ahead. I didn't waste a second as I grabbed my throwing knife and turned around, throwing it in the direction of the arrow. One of the bandits, heavily injured but not quite dead, had retrieved his bow and arrow. Now he was bleeding out from his neck thanks to my great aim.

"Y/B/N," I rushed out, leaning down to see if he was okay, but his injury didn't look great and my heart was beating way too quickly. "Y/B/N, talk to me!"

"I'm okay," he mumbled, voice strained with pain. In an attempt to push himself up, he hit the ground again and let out a sigh.

"Don't move– just– just wait," I told him, needing him to stay still so I could think.

The arrow was only stuck halfway, not too deep, but if I removed it he would bleed out. We had some time, maybe enough to get him back to Camelot with the others. But not long.

"Can you walk?" I asked him, before attempting to help him stand.

Morgana and Gwen helped on his other side, standing him up before he leaned against me for a moment. His face was scrunched with discomfort, but he looked well enough for now.

"If we're gonna go, we need to go now," he said with a nod. "I'm good. Let's go."

I worried, glancing over him, hesitant to get moving like this. He couldn't hold a weapon in this state, and I couldn't protect him and the others.

"Here, lean on me for support," Gwen encouraged, already moving to his uninjured side. Shooting me a look, she said, "I'll help him walk. Let's get out of this horrid place, please."

I nodded in agreement, pulling my mask back over my face. Unsheathing my sword, I motioned for them to stay behind me before leading the way, on high alert as we carefully walked through the forest.

When I was certain we had cleared enough distance between the bandit camp and us, I stopped fretting and began to ease up a little.

"You okay back there, Y/B/N?" I called, glancing over my shoulder.

"Just peachy," he quipped with half a smile.

I returned it, though his clammy, paling skin was worrying me. Trying to distract myself, I faced forward again, though felt Morgan's presence at my side.

"I'm glad to see you again after so long," I said to her with a quiet voice, so the others couldn't hear. "I do wish it were under better circumstances however."

She glanced at me, a small smile on her lips. "Me too. Gwen and I... we're lucky you and your brother were here. We were out riding when the knights watching us were ambushed. Then we were taken and that's when you found us. That was a day ago."

I frowned. "That's horrible. But don't worry, it'll all be okay now. We're gonna make it back to Camelot and you'll be safe again in no time."

"Thank you," she murmured.

"I'm only sorry I don't have a horse and carriage to help ease the journey," I joked, wanting to lighten the mood.

Her smile grew, a genuine, beautiful one that warmed my heart, and gosh, had I missed seeing it all this time.

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 2 years

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don't you hear me howlin', babe?

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Warnings: smexual tension, dom!morgana, mistress!morgana, sub!reader, afab!reader, spanking (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), reader is called “pet”

Words: 980+

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“And what are you going to do about it?”

In response to your remark, Morgana arches her eyebrow at you.

You instantly realize that maybe you’ve gone too far. However, instead of the anger you were expecting, her gaze darkens into something else, something perhaps maybe more intense.

Morgana takes a step closer to you, causing you to back up and find your back pressed against the cold stone wall of the hallway outside Morgana’s chambers.

“What did you say to me?” she asks, further closing the space between you and her.

Your resolve is nowhere near as strong as it was seconds ago as Morgana leers at you. You gulp before responding, “What are you going to do about it?”

She smirks and runs a finger down your jawline making you positively ache for her. “You have one minute to disrobe and be ready for me in my bed chamber or you’ll find yourself in even more trouble,” she commands before giving you enough room to move past her.

“Yes, my lady,” you hurriedly say, dropping your eyes from her gaze and quickly heading into your lady’s chambers.

Morgana waits for you in the hallway as you take your clothes, including your corset and undergarments, off in record timing. You're practically out of breath by the time you're kneeling in front of the bed on the cold stone floor waiting for Morgana to enter.

You hear the door open, shut, and the lock clicks into place. Finally, her footsteps come your way, but you don’t dare look up at the woman.

“Look at you finally behaving for your lady.”

You can practically hear her smirk without even looking up. A shiver runs down your spine and of co,urse Morgana notices, chuckling at your state.

She has you right where she wants you.

“Look at me,” Morgana commands.

You look up and meet her darkened gaze. You know instantly that you are in for it tonight.

“Do you understand that you have disrespected me?” She asks, raising an eyebrow, almost daring you to defy her again.

You nod looking back down at the ground, but she raises your chin to meet her gaze once again, “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You take a shaky breath, “Yes, mistress.”

Morgana’s smirk grows.

“That’s my good pet,” she removes her hand from your chin, “Now get on the bed and get ready to receive your punishment.”

You follow her orders. Getting on the bed and turning away from her, you stay on your hands and knees with your ass left exposed to your mistress.

Goosebumps form as you wait in anticipation.

“It’s such a shame that I have to redden your pretty little ass,” she says, stepping towards you, “but you know the rules when you misbehave.” Her finger softly tracing down your spine, “Now be a good pet and count for me.”

“Yes, mistress,” you respond quickly right before you feel the first smack. “One!” you call out, partially moaning at the stinging sensation.

Another smack on the opposite side.

“Two!”

You moan out each number as you grip the sheets of your mistress’s bed tighter and tighter.

With each smack to your ass, your core aches at the stingy sensation. By the fifteenth, you’re dripping and Morgana knows it, delighting in her effect.

Morgana pauses to rub her hands along your ass to soothe the burning sensation, “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

You nod before remembering to use your words, “Yes, mistress.” Morgana places a kiss on the small of your back and you add, “I promise to be good for you.”

“Good pet, that’s what I like to hear,” she says as she runs her hands over your ass, soothing the reddened skin. Her hands venture further to reveal your dripping core, “Oh, dear, it looks like you made a mess of yourself.”

She runs a finger through the mess of your cunt, starting from your clit and then briefly entering you. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, but you're not quiet enough and Morgana notices your efforts. Morgana quickly turns you around so that your back is on the bed and she can look you in the eyes.

“Don’t quiet yourself now,” she says before pulling your body closer to her at the end of the bed, “I want to hear every single sound you make.”

You’re about to say “yes” to your mistress, but her efforts keep you from being able to say a single word as she enters you with two fingers.

You open your mouth to respond again, however Morgana’s fingers curl inside you and you find yourself once again unable to form words.

Morgana lets out a pleased hum at the sound of your loud moaning, “I see I’ve made myself clear.”

“Yes, mistress,” you finally say, your voice wavering.

The room is filled with the sound of your moans and wet cunt as Morgana keeps up a steady quick pace with her fingers pumping in and out of you. She feels you begin to tighten around her, signalling you’re close to climax. To push you over the edge, she uses her other hand to rub your clit in tight circles and quickens her pace.

“Be good and cum for me,” Morgana commands. Soon after you’re unraveling under her and she revels in the sight. Your thighs clenching around her, but she pushes through your climax until you whimper at how sensitive you are.

She slows her pace before pulling out of you. As you catch your breath, Morgana magics her dress and under garments off so she can join you in bed. She lays next to you and pulls you close.

"Do you feel alright?"

"Yes, love," you respond.

Morgana searches your eyes to be sure you're telling the truth to which you respond by placing a kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile.

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pigfacedbitch · 7 months

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Are You That Dense?

summary : what do they do when their crush is oblivious of their feelings.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Arthur / Merlin / Morgana x Reader

warning/s : it's kinda sad on Merlin's part (at least for me)

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Arthur

Arthur would be clueless as you are, maybe even worse.

The prince of Camelot wasn't raised to process his feelings properly (no thanks to dear old daddy), so he thinks his infatuation is under the pretense of friendship.

Many find it hilarious. Everyone knows how much Arthur loves you... except the two of you.

He just doesn't understand why he's always wanting more than the platonic affections you give him, yearning for you when you're not around, or thinking about you all the time.

Don't get me wrong, he knows he enjoys your company. Both his whole world and time stops when he's with you; the heavy responsibilities of the crown and endless problems are temporarily forgotten.

Arthur also feels the need to impress you, sometimes more than Uther. He already likes showing off to a crowd but when you're watching him? There will be 1000x more effort.

"Why do I feel this way, Merlin?"

"You are in love with (Y/N), clotpole."

"Oh. I suppose you're right."

"Is this the moment where you order me to get her flowers?"

"...Yes."

Merlin

I'm sorry but Merlin prefers it that way.

As much as he desperately wants to to straight up confess to you— to be able to touch you, kiss you, and love you openly, he doesn't want to put you in danger.

Apart from a secret that will get him executed, he deals with dark entities all the time and those will eventually catch up to him. He can't risk it, especially if it's you.

There will be a lifetime of labor and hardships if you choose to be with a manservant. Being with a druid will likely get you hurt or killed too. You deserve better than what he can offer. You deserve better than him.

His feelings for you may not be obvious as Arthur's but for people who are perceptive (ehem Gwen maybe?), they will encourage him to court you. He'll only reply that there's no use and you'll never see him as something more than a friend, especially if you're a noble or royalty.

However, Merlin is only human. There will be times when he can't help himself, giving you small gifts or favors he won't do for anyone (even Arthur).

"Thanks for the help, Merlin."

"I would do anything for you, (Y/N)."

"Why?"

"Uhh... Cause we're friends, right?"

Morgana

Morgana will make you her own amusement.

Best believe she will test you, to see how long can you remain unaware of her feelings. It entertains her to no end, better than the performers Uther hires in banquets.

She will go all out— giving you all sorts of touches that's reserved for lovers, bringing you expensive presents, always spending time with you, and even kissing you in both public and in private.

Morgana will search for any reaction on your face every time. But you just continue to innocently smile and thank her for being a 'good friend'.

Everyone thinks you two are dating because of her public display of affection but you shrug it off whenever someone asks you about it. Morgana, on the hand, just smirks and winks.

If it takes too long and she begins to get impatient, she will just knock on your door and confess her love.

"I am in love with you, (Y/N)."

"You are?"

"YES! How can you be so blind—"

"I thought we're just friends?"

"HOW IS MAKING OUT WITH YOU, PLATONIC?"

Until then, she and Gwen will be laughing at your obliviousness as they enjoy their afternoon tea.

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bryverros · 4 months

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they have sm wasted potential :(

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Magic Divide - Arthur Pendragon (Part 1)

Arthur x fem!reader

Warnings: judgy-ness?

Word count: 2,310

Summary: Arthur has found out Y/n has magic. He didn’t react in the nicest way so Y/n decides to leave Camelot.

Authors Note: My first writing for Merlin BBC, love Arthur from the adventures of Merlin. Hope you all enjoy it! P.S. theres a part 2! (an its already written!)

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Y/n stood not far from the stables as she packed up some of her stuff, getting ready to leave when she heard footsteps and yelling of her name.

“Merlin?” Y/n spoke as she turned to face the people she considered family. She was confused as to what the rush seemed to be.

“Y/n!” merlin shouted again as they all came to a stop around her. “What are you doing?”

Y/n looked to all their faces before looking to the floor feeling slightly ashamed. “Leaving.”

“Leaving Camelot?” Gwen wondered with a furrowed expression like the rest as to why she would be leaving.

“Why?” Lancelot asked feeling concerned about the girl he considered like a sister.

“Arthur found out.” Y/n sighed out softly.

“About your magic?” Merlin questioned now feeling alittle worried.

“Yes. And feels betrayed, as he should.” Y/n added feeling disappointed in herself. It was a lose lose situation. Tell him about her magic and risk losing him or he find out and still lose him. Or worse.

“No, he shouldn’t.” Morgana stated shaking her head ‘no’ as she walked forward to wrap her friend up in a hug. They grew up together, practically sisters. Morgana always trusted Y/n and Y/n always trusted Morgana. It hurt Morgana to see her hurting over stupid Arthur.

Y/n turned to look at Morgana, she could tell the y/h/c-ed girl had unshed tears in her eyes. “Yes, he should. He had every right to feel betrayed and angry. I kept something big from him.”

“No, Y/n. If anything he should understand why you never said anything.” Lancelot agreed with Morgana. With how Arthur was raised, and his views on magic he should’ve understood why Y/n didn’t say anything.

“Doesn’t matter now. He hates me. Arthur hates me now because I possess magic.” Y/n’s voice cracked and it broke their heart to hear. Y/n snuffled and cleared her throat before giving them a tight smile. “So I’m leaving.”

“You can't leave.” Lancelot wanted to change her mind.

“We’ll miss you to much.” Gwen gave her a sad smile.

“Don’t leave. Not because of Arthur.” Morgana scoffed at the future Kings idiocy.

“I value my friendship with all of you. With the other knights, with Gauis. But-” Y/n didn’t want to leave but what was holding her for good anymore. “I don’t have anything holding me here anymore. Not in the way I was. With Arthur and I’s relationship- or even just friendship. I don’t feel welcome in the castle, and if I don't feel welcome where I’m staying what's the point?”

“Your not just staying in the Castle, but in Camelot. We’re-” Lancelot waved around to acknowledge them all who were there. “In Camelot.”

Gwen smiled at Y/n, stopping forward. “You could stay with me.”

“Or me. Gauis loves you.” Merlin added, also smiling at the princess.

“No one want’s you to go.” Morgana pointed out smiling at Y/n. They all would miss her so much if she decided to leave. Who knows when they’d see her again. “You could stay with me. We’re like sisters.”

“I love all of you.” Y/n smiled gratefully at them but she needed time to think. Plus she hadn’t been home in what felt like forever due to her and Arthur's somewhat courtship. “But I think it’s time I go back home. I haven’t been in almost a year.”

As much as it saddened them they all also understood where she was coming from. “You better come visit me.DOn’t leave me alone in that Castle forever okay?” Morgana smiled getting both of them to laugh alittle.

“I won’t.” Y/n smiled at Morgana, who didn’t know that castle needed more women. Y/n looked to Lancelot, Merlin, Gwen, and Morgana smiling at them with a mixture of sadness and happiness. “An your always welcome to come visit me as well. All of you are welcome. Anytime.”

“I’ll miss having you here.” Gwen told her with watering eyes.

“I know.” Y/n gave her a tight smile. She’d miss them to.

“Be careful.” Lancelot stated as he pulled her into a hug, resting his head against hers.

“I will.” Y/n smiled into the hug.

“An expect a visit soon.” Lancelot smiled sending her a wink as they pulled out of the embrace.

Y/n laughed nodding. “Ok.”

“Arthur’s a clotpole.” Merlin said shaking his head at what the princes’ actions were causing.

“Sometimes.” Y/n nodded in agreement. Arthur could be at times.

“Please visit.” Merlin pleaded pulling her into a hug.

Y/n smiled at his actions. “I will. But I need to be home right now.”

With goodbye’s said and hugs done they did try to get her to stay once more, especially once the rest fo knights found out she planned to leave. Y/n decided she had to tell the her main reason for leaving. The things Arthur had said to her since he found out, they were horrible things. About something, she had no control of inheriting. After she told them they all agreed she needed to get out of Camelot for a while, and away from Arthur.

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“What's with the look’s Morgana?” Arthur grumbled, he was getting fed up with the looks she had been sending him for a while now.

“Screw you, Arthur.” Morgana scoffed before she stalked off out of the castle, pissed.

“What’d I do now?” Arthur asked looking to Gwen for an answer since he was confused.

“No offense your majesty but I agree with Lady Morgana on this particular topic.” Gwen stated before following out where Morgana had went.

Arthur now shocked and even more confused turned to his knights before asking. “What’d I do?”

“Sorry Prince but we-” Gwaine turned guestering to himself and the rest of the knights, then back to himself looking at the prince. “Agree with the women.”

Arthur walked over to Merlin in a slightly dazed state of shock before asking his servant. “Merlin-”

“Don’t look at me sire.” Merlin shook his head, looking away from the prince. In fact, looking anywhere but at Arthur.

“You agree?” Arthur questioned, with raised brows.

“Yeah.” Merlin gave him a quick nod before he pursued his lips together. Leaving Arthur with no real answer.

^ ^ ^

“Have you seen Y/n around, Merlin?” Arthur asked curiously. He hadn’t seen her in a while even though he had been avoiding her. When Merlin stayed quiet Arthur called his name. “Merlin?”

Merlin gulped he decided having to be the one to tell him this sucked. “She’s no longer in the castle, sire.”

“Then where is she staying?” Arthur asked puzzled to where else she would stay.

“At her home.” Morgana stated giving him a deadly look with her eyes.

“Morgana-” Merlin tried to cut in but Morgana wanted to rip Arthur a new one. She’d been holding her tongue long enough.

“No. He should know. After all if he’s just now aksing after a week of her being gone from Camelot,and many more weeks that he had avoided her. He should know what he did. What he caused.” Morgana continued, letting out her thoughts she’s held in.

“What are you talking about, Morgana?” Arthur squinted at Morgana’s rant. Not knowing what she was talking about. Not a clue.

“Y/n left.” Morgana stated plain and simple. Maybe that he’d understand.

“Left?” he repeated now very interested.

“Yes, left. Y/n left Camelot and went home about a week an half ago.” She explained and watched Arthur’s face morph into one of shock. “You look shocked Arthur? Did you really think she’d stay? After you said such horrible things to her. About something she was born with. Something she’s only used to help people with. You ignoring her, not speaking to her, acting as if she did the most terrible thing in the world.”

Arthur sighed. “She has magic Morgana-”

“So what?” Morgana shouted,how could he just forget about all the good times, how could he forget his love for Y/n over something so little. “Not everyone that has magic uses it for evil intentions. Y/n has saved her kingdom, Camelot, my life, yours, she had done nothing but good things with her magic and you made her feel awful about it. . . SHe thought you loved her more than that- hell Arthur most of us thought you loved her more than that. Thought you loved her enough that something like that wouldn’t matter. Guess we were all wrong.”

Arthur felt hurt by all the things Morgana was saying. He knew they were true which also hurt a lot. But magic, he’s been taught it’s evil. Didn’t that matter? “She kept it a -”

Morgana thought she knew Arthur but if he kept this up she knew she’s been dead wrong.

“From you? Yeah, she did. She kept it a secret from everyone the only reason some of us knew was because we caught her saving someone or something.” How could he not see she was scared? How could he not see why she was scared to tell him? “Arthur, don’t you get why she hid it from you? Uther hates people who wield magic. An you sometimes tlk the same, because he taught you to think it’s all bad and to kill them when you find them.”

That stunned Arthur. Y/n actually thought he would hurt her? Is that why she left? She feared for her life and feared him. “She thought I would’ve had her killed?”

Morgana looked at Arthur and really looked at him to see his emotions. He looked distraught in his eyes, so she sighed. “With the things, you said, how you looked at her and then how you treated her after? I would’ve thought you might of if I was in her shoes as well.”

Morgana left to let him think on her words. And he did. Arthur turned to Merlin. “Was I really that awful to her, Merlin?”

“Yeah, Arthur. You were cruel to her.” Merlin admitted to the blonde. He kinda felt for him though.

“y/n really left?” he whispered hoping if he spoke softer his voice wouldn’t crack.

Merlin sighed sadly. “She said she was here because of you. She no longer had you, so she left. Went home.”

“God, Merlin.” Arthur rubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair. “How do I fix this?”

“I don’t think anyone but you can fix it, Arthur.” Merlin told him, it was one of the rare times he actually wanted Merlin's advice. So he was happy to give it to him.

“Yeah. But how do I fix it is the question.” Arthur muttered to himself before he headed off to his room. He needed to think on this one.

^ ^ ^

“You asked to see me, father?” Arthur spoke as he entered the throne room. Hoping he wasn’t in trouble.

“Yes, Arthur. It seems Morgana would like to go visit Y/n. Now since she had gone home she’ll have to travel. I have to much to do so you’ll be escorting her. You and your knights. For Morgana’s safety.” Uther explained to his son. He was way to busy with King Duties to leave Camelot right now. Besides he had other motives for sending his son. Y/n had gone home 2 months ago maybe this was the chance he needed to fix things between them. The chance he’s known Arthur has been looking for.

“Yes, father.” Arthur nodded, ready to leave now if possible.

“You all leave tomorrow so inform your knights. All of you should pack tonight.” Uther stated.

“Yes, father.” Arthur answered turning to leave to go inform his knights to pack.

“And Arthur.” Uther spoke up stopping Arthur before he could leave through the double doors. “I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but you might want to fix it.”

Arthur nodded in understanding. “I have a plan.”

“Good. Now go pack.” Uther dismissed his son to leave the room.

“Yes, Father.” Arthur said before leaving the room, nervous and excited.

^ ^ ^

“So where are we heading out to this time, Prince?” Lancelot asked as they finished packing up the horses.

“Valmore.” Arthur stated as they got ready to head out.

Everyone looked at eachother in question before Gwaine spoke up. “Valmore?”

“Isn’t that-?” Leon questioned out loud looking to the others for confirmation.

“Y/n’s kingdom.” Morgana finished and confirmed with a nod and smile. Morgana mounted her horse. “Yes, it is. I miss my friend.”

“So we’re visiting.” Arthur stated as he to mounted his horse and the others followed.

“So, do you have a plan?” Merlin asked as he came up beside the prince also on a horse like the others.

“Yes, Merlin. I have a plan.” Arthur rolled his eyes at his servant's question.

“Is it good?” Merlin turned his head to look at the prince.

Arthur scoffed and turned to glare at the scrawny manservant that gets on his nerves all the time. “Yes, it’s good, Merlin. I don’t have bad plans.”

Merlin squinted and gave a tilt of his head, teasing the prince. “Well…”

“Back off Merlin.” Arthur stated before he went ahead of everyone else, leading the way.

“He have a plan?” Gwen asked as her and Merlin became parallel on their horses.

Merlin shrugged his shoulders at Gwen's question. “Says he does.”

“It better be a good one.” Morgana said riding next to the two. Morgana hoped Arthur would pull his head out of his ass and fix things with Y/n. She missed her friend and truthfully she was worried about Arthur. He’d been different since Y/n had been gone, not the bright Arthur he was usually was.

“Hopefully.” Merlin sighed.

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gayandfairycore · 1 month

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-‘๑’- Merlin master list

A/n: Here is my masterlist purely filled with my Merlin fanfics majority has been written now, quite literally, years ago my writing has improved significantly. To those who sent me requests for Merlin I love and appreciate you all!

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Merlin 🧙‍♂️

First time *

Moment alone *

Destruction and creation part one part 2

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Destruction and creation part 1 part 2

Jealousy *

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Just hold me

Arthur 🛡️

There’s nothing here…

Gwen 🪻

There’s nothing here…

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pyjamacryptid · 2 years

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memes from the pov of camelot citizens (bbc merlin) part 7

looks I’m still not done with these lol - hope u enjoy! 🤠

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(apparently wasps love nectar/fruit hehe but don’t hold me to that)

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craeatus · 7 months

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Morgana has the "I hate all men" daddy issues while Arthur has the male validation-seeking daddy issues.

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helloalycia · 8 months

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the king’s ward [four] // morgana pendragon

summary: now that you've left Camelot yet again, you and your brother figure out what to do next, but things don't go to plan...

warning/s: mentions of blood, injury, fighting and kidnapping.

author's note: and here’s the final part! this was a fun one to write so i do hope you all enjoyed it :)

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"We could offer to help out on a farm in some outlying villages," Y/B/N said thoughtfully. "Might be a nice change of pace."

I groaned quietly as we rode slowly through the forest. "That's so boring. The last time we did that, I literally fell asleep guarding the chicken coop. It was a pointless job."

He chuckled. "That was too good. But I guess you're right. We've got enough supplies to last us the week, so for once, we can take our time with it."

I hummed, grateful. "Maybe we could go to the–"

Suddenly our horses neighed in unison, coming to a halt and throwing us off. Out of nowhere, a small group of bandits came rushing towards us, having hidden in the tree line. Y/B/N and I forced ourselves off the ground and grabbed our swords, moving to defend. But he was still weak and I worried for him, staying next to him to keep him safe.

There were too many bandits, enough to surprise and overwhelm us anyway, and with Y/B/N's injured shoulder, we were pinned down quicker than we'd ever been. They grabbed Y/B/N and pressed a dagger to his neck, making me pause as I had my sword raised to strike.

"Don't," one of the bandits warned me. "Give me your sword. Now."

I squeezed the hilt, stressed and worried and unsure how to respond, but they squeezed Y/B/N's injured shoulder, eliciting a groan, and I had to drop the sword, kicking it towards them. One of them scrambled to pick it up as the leader looked to me.

"Your mask," he ordered, motioning to my face.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/B/N started, but they punched him in the gut, silencing him.

"You can take the horses," I said, tugging off my mask. "Just let us go."

The leader laughed dryly. "So you're a girl. I knew it."

I wondered how he knew who we were, since we never showed our faces nor left anyone alive to make enemies.

"Your brother here dies unless you give us back our prize," he stated. "The King's Ward. Right here. Tomorrow night."

I tried to hide my surprise, but that's when I recognised the bandits' outfits. These were part of the same group who orchestrated Morgana's kidnapping. Maybe Y/N and I didn't get them all like we'd thought. And now they were back and we were screwed.

"I can't," I told him, trying not to give anything away. "She would never follow me. Especially not so soon after a kidnapping."

"Figure it out," the leader snarled. "Maybe next time you'll stay out of affairs that aren't yours."

I clenched my fists with irritation, but he didn't care. Instead, he nodded to Y/B/N.

"You and the girl, alone," he added. "Or your brother dies."

Y/B/N began to shake his head, eyes meeting mine. "Don't do it, Y/N. It's okay. Just don't– dnfffuff–"

They pulled a cloth around his mouth, muffling his words, and all I could do was stay frozen, watching as they dragged him back, stealing one horse and whistling for their others. The leader looked to me with a warning stare before leaving, my brother sat behind him, tied up.

As soon as they were gone, I grabbed my sword and immediately mounted my horse, turning around to race back to Camelot. It hadn't even been a few hours – just our luck that we'd been ambushed. But there was no time to dwell on it, not when Y/B/N's life was on the line. I couldn't even dare to think about what would happen if I left it too long.

Of course I wasn't going to give Morgana to those sickos, but I couldn't fight them off myself. My only hope was Arthur, and I desperately hoped he would help.

With tears whipping from my cheeks as I rode swiftly through the trees, I tried to focus on what I could do rather than what I couldn't. And within the hour, thanks to my intense riding, I made it back to the centre of Camelot.

Almost falling off my horse in the process, I dismounted and sped up the staircase towards the castle. I knew where Arthur's room was, but there was no way I'd be allowed there without being escorted out. Thankfully, I didn't need to think of a way to find him as I soon saw Merlin roaming the halls. As soon as he saw me, he approached with confusion. And then he must have seen my red eyes as his expression dropped.

"Oh, no, what is it?" he asked, looking between my eyes. "What happened, Y/N?"

I couldn't help it. I frowned as more tears streamed down my face. "They took Y/B/N, Merlin. I need to get him back. I have to speak to Arthur."

He didn't understand, not fully, but he nodded anyway and led me to Arthur's room as quickly as he could. Without knocking, he walked in and I followed after him.

"Merlin, do you not know how to–!" Arthur started, but stopped once he saw me. "Oh, Y/N. You're back so soon."

"She needs your help," Merlin explained. "They took her brother."

Arthur stood up from his desk, expression hardening. "Who?"

"The bandits who tried to kidnap Morgana," I told him, voice more hoarse than I wanted. "They ambushed us in the forest and took him, threatening his life if I don't return there with Morgana tomorrow night. Arthur, I can't do that, but I can't lose Y/B/N. I'm pleading for your help."

I anticipated much more begging and, potentially, deal-making, but Arthur was already rounding his desk and grabbing his jacket.

"Come with me," he ordered, already walking to the door.

I glanced at Merlin with confusion, wiping my face. He was as confused as I.

"Well?" Arthur called when we didn't follow him. "We're going to have an audience with the King! We can't just leave Y/B/N there. We don't have long."

Both surprised and relieved, I followed after Arthur as he led Merlin and I to the throne room. The knights guarding it immediately parted to let us in, and Arthur walked briskly down the centre of the room, towards his father who was talking to Morgana. Gwen was stood the side and a few more knights were guarding the interior, and when the doors slammed close accidentally behind us, everybody looked our way.

"Arthur," the King acknowledged, before his eyes fell to me. "And you... I thought you left."

"Y/N," Morgana muttered, already sensing the discomfort. "What is it?"

I would have preferred if she didn't know at all, but she was here and it was inevitable. I merely gave her a sad glance before letting Arthur lead the conversation.

"Father, I'm asking your permission to take some knights and help rescue Y/N's brother from some bandits," Arthur began, and the King tried not to laugh.

"I beg your pardon?"

With a sigh, Arthur began to explain what the situation was, but the King didn't seem the slightest bit sympathetic. Exactly what I'd feared would happened.

"Look, Y/N," Uther began once Arthur had finished, and I knew it wouldn't be good. "I'm grateful for you saving my ward, both you and your brother, but I cannot help you."

"My Lord!" Morgana interrupted in protest, but he ignored her.

"The Lady Morgana is worth much more to me than your brother is," Uther stated.

"I would never wish to endanger her," I reminded him with a bitter tone, because I'd literally said that and he just wasn't listening. "I'm only asking that you can send some of your knights to assist me in rescuing Y/B/N. Together, I have a chance of getting him back. Alone, it's suicide."

"I'm sorry," he said without consideration. "It's not a risk I can take."

I clenched my jaw as I met his gaze. "Surely you would want to find out who is so badly wanting to kidnap your ward? This would be the perfect opportunity to do so."

This seemed to turn a cog in his brain as he frowned with thought, finally considering it.

"Father, I can spare a few knights," Arthur tried to convince him. "Let me go. We can be in and out in no time."

"No way," Uther decided, making any hope of mine dwindle.

Sighing, I closed my eyes with defeat. I should have known better than to ask King Uther for help.

"My Lord, please," Morgana begged him. "They saved my life! The least we can do is return the favour!"

"It's asking too much!" Uther said with finality. "I have made my decision. That's it."

The hall fell quiet as Uther's echoes ceased. I opened my eyes, feeling nauseous at the thought of having to attempt a rescue by myself.

"Thank you for your consideration," I said to the King once more, before bowing and leaving before he could say anything. The last thing I needed was to waste what little time I had left to make a move.

Once I left the throne room, I walked up the steps with the intention of the leaving the castle and making a plan of my own. I barely made it to the hallway when Morgana's voice called for me from behind.

I couldn't ignore her, so I stopped and turned around to see her catching up to me with a worried expression.

"Don't leave," she pleaded immediately, hand clutching my arm in case I tried to walk away. "It's me they want. Let me help."

I scoffed. "Morgana, I'm not trading you."

She didn't know what else to offer, I could see it in her desperate attempt to cling on to me before I gave up and left.

"It's okay," I tried to assure her, not wanting her to feel guilty. Resting my hand on hers, I squeezed it gently. "I'll think of something."

She shook her head. "I'm going to talk to Arthur."

I frowned at the reminder. "You saw what happened in there. The King said no. There's nothing more Arthur can do."

"Just let me try," she said, mirroring my frown. "Please. He'll help. I know he will. He isn't like Uther."

If I hadn't seen firsthand how considerate Arthur could be, I wouldn't have believed her. But with Morgana's help, maybe the crowned prince could come around.

"I don't have long," I reminded her. "If I have to do this myself, I'll need the time to find the bandits. I can't wait all day."

"You won't have to," she promised. "Wait in the citadel. I'll find you soon."

I nodded, believing her. Her green eyes lingered on mine worriedly before she left to keep to her word.

It was barely an hour later when Morgana found me in the citadel, trying not to chew off my fingernails. Judging by the expression on her face – an attempt to stifle her smile – I assumed it was good news, but the knot of anxiety was still pressing on my heart.

"What did he say?" I asked her as soon as she was close enough.

She fixed me with a reassuring stare. "Arthur will meet you outside the city walls tomorrow midday. You're going to get Y/B/N back."

Exhaling with relief, I pressed a hand to my chest. "I don't know what to say. Thank you so much, Morgana."

"Don't thank me," she said, before pulling me in for a hug. "He'll be okay. Arthur is the best."

I returned her hug, appreciative of her help. She owed me nothing, but she was still helping me out and I couldn't have been anymore grateful.

Just as promised, Arthur found me outside the city walls the next day with my horse and sword. I was surprised to see he'd slipped away from his father's hold, and with a couple of knights, too. Merlin was at his side also, though I couldn't imagine the two ever being apart.

"How are you holding up?" he asked once he dismounted, looking over me with a hidden concern.

"Better now that you're helping," I admitted, before meeting his gaze. "Arthur, I'll owe you forever. Disobeying your father isn't what I–"

"Consider us even," he interrupted, offering a small smile. "You did save Morgana and Gwen after all."

I sighed, knowing it wasn't exactly the same, but there was no point arguing it. We needed every minute we had before the bandits expected my arrival.

Ready and already equipped with a plan, Arthur introduced me to his fellow knights before explaining what would happen. I would have laughed at how ridiculous it sounded if I didn't have any other choice. He wanted one of his knights to wear Morgana's cloak and I would pretend to make the trade, making sure to request Y/B/N's presence. And once the bandits were fooled, we'd strike. A surprise attack that I could only hope would work.

After choosing the shortest knight, Arthur and I watched as he stripped down to his shirt and trousers and wore one of Morgana's finest cloaks, pulling the hood over his head and looking down so his face wouldn't be revealed. Surprisingly, he played the part well and, from a distance, looked like someone from royalty. As long as the bandits brought us Y/B/N before studying 'Morgana', we'd be okay.

Once everybody had their positions marked out on a map Arthur had brought, we ventured into the forest and took to our roles. I waited where Y/B/N and I had been ambushed yesterday, holding the arm of the knight dressed as Morgana. The others were hidden amongst the trees, trained to be out of sight and to make no sound. I assumed the bandits would have their own back up plan, so I kept my eyes peeled, though I was sure Arthur had it all under control.

Not even minutes later, horses galloped towards me, skidding to a halt when they saw who I had. The bandits dismounted, swords raised, and amongst them was my brother. I held my breath as I looked over him – aside from the few bruises he'd sustained, he looked okay.

"Well, well, well," the bandit leader announced with shock. "You actually did it."

I swallowed hard, sneering at him. "Just give me back my brother."

He grinned, before attempting to lower his head to look at 'Morgana's' face. Thankfully, the knight embodied his role well and shivered, moving to hide behind me. The bandit leader bellowed with laughter.

"What is it? Is the Lady Morgana suddenly shy?" he asked rhetorically. "That's not what the rumours have suggested." His fellow criminals laughed as he continued, "She better liven up when we take her. Hengist wouldn't want her to put up a fight."

Hengist? The warlord, Hengist? No wonder they were so desperate for Morgana. They wanted to ransom her! How awful.

"My brother," I repeated firmly.

He rolled his eyes. "You're no fun. Fine." He nodded to another bandit. "Make the trade."

They dragged my brother forward, his wrists bound and a rag in his mouth. I reluctantly led the knight forward and we made the switch, with the bandit taking ahold of him in seconds. I quickly moved to untie Y/B/N and yanked out the rag, making sure he was okay. And before I could even check to see what had happened with the others, the knight pretending to be Morgana had stabbed the bandit holding him in the neck.

Their complete and utter surprise was the perfect opportunity for Arthur and the others to yell out a war cry and run from their hiding spots, engaging in combat. One knight stayed behind, firing arrows from a distance, and I unsheathed my sword before defending my brother and I.

The element of surprise only lasted a few seconds before the bandits jumped into the fight, slashing and stabbing and parrying with eagerness. Alone, they would have been a challenge. But with the infamous knights of Camelot on my side, we handled them in record time, leaving behind only their leader.

Arthur had him grovelling on the ground, his sword at his neck.

"I want you to deliver a message to Hengist," he spat down at him, seething with anger, no doubt from the way they had spoken of Morgana earlier. "If he ever tries anything again, I'll go over there myself personally and kill him on the spot. Understood?"

The bandit leader nodded repeatedly, scrambling to find words. "Y-yes, my lord, o-of course."

Arthur clenched his jaw as he lowered his sword. "Get out of here! And don't let me see your face again!"

He nodded once more before jumping up and running away, out of sight and out of mind. Relieved, I sheathed my sword and turned to face Y/B/N.

"You're okay?" I asked with a lump in my throat. "Tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay, Y/N, I swear," he assured me with a weak smile.

I ignored him and pulled him into a tight hug, practically squeezing the life out of him, but I couldn't care less. He was alive and okay and we'd bloody done it!

Before I could properly acknowledge that fact however, I saw one of the supposed-to-be dead bandits on the ground behind him, moving slowly. Realising he was standing up with a knife and heading straight for Arthur, who was talking to a knight, I let go of Y/B/N and yelled out, before shoving Arthur out of the way. Unfortunately for me, the bandit landed a lucky blow to my abdomen, the knife piercing straight through my skin. A sword came down on the bandit, but I felt a hot pain as I looked down.

"Oh, no," I mumbled, my hand coming away with fresh, deep red blood.

"Y/N!" Y/B/N shouted, before helping me to stand as my weight was suddenly too heavy to handle on my own.

As he lowered me to the ground, Arthur kneeled down next to me, looking bewildered. "Why on earth would you do that?!"

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I didn't really think it through."

"Give me something to cover her wound with, now!" Y/B/N yelled out to the knights.

I heard a ripping sound and then Morgana's precious robe was being folded and pressed to my stomach area. It didn't feel good, the pain sharp at first.

What happened next, I couldn't exactly recall. There was a lot of shouting and jostling me about, my eyes opening and closing with glimpses of faces and trees and the blue of the sky on this clear summer's day. Thoughts drifted in and out, my brain not focusing on anything except the relief that Y/B/N was safe.

I must have been brought back to the castle, recognising the ceiling of Gaius' quarters and Gaius himself. Again, I was in and out of consciousness, never awake long enough to say anything, but there were glimpses of Gaius, Y/B/N, Merlin, Morgana and even Arthur. It couldn't have been good, I knew that much.

And finally, when I came to without immediately drifting off, I saw Y/B/N and Morgana sat beside my bed, their saddened expressions just about visible between my tired, blurred vision.

I sucked up a breath, a whine escaping my mouth. "What happened?"

At my voice, they both looked to me with surprise, tears in their eyes.

"Gaius... I need to get Gaius!" Y/B/N suddenly said, before squeezing my hand and almost tripping over the stool as he ran to leave the room.

I furrowed my brows, confused and not quite acknowledging where I was or what was happening. Then my eyes fell to a staring Morgana, her wet eyes widened.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, mouth drier than ever. "Is Arthur okay?"

She began to smile, snickering as she wiped at her eyes. "Yes, you idiot, it's you who isn't."

I didn't understand, not straight away, and then I began to remember the glimpses of faces, the forest, the bandits, Y/B/N being hurt, the blood. Instantly, my hand felt for my abdomen, relieved to feel a bandage covering the wound.

"Okay, it's starting to hurt now," I mumbled, before wincing when the ache was becoming recognisable the more I woke up.

Morgana took my hand between hers, earning my attention again. "Y/N, you saved Arthur's life. And mine. And Y/B/N's. You're a hero."

"I really don't feel like one," I said jokingly, a terrible attempt to both lighten the situation and take the attention away from my actions.

She smiled softly, though it didn't reach her eyes, and then pressed a kiss to my hand, making my brain short circuit.

"Everybody thought you weren't going to make it," she said quietly, reluctantly.

I swallowed hard, pulling my gaze from her lips and forcing myself to meet her eyes. "Well, here I am."

She didn't let go of my hand, merely smiled with relief. Before either of us could say anything more, Y/B/N returned with Gaius in tow, eager and excited.

"You're awake," Y/B/N said, as if he still couldn't believe it.

"I'm pretty sure I told you not to get hit by arrows," I chastised lightheartedly. "Look what good it did? Now I'm bedridden!"

He was smiling hard, unbothered by his teary eyes. "You're so stupid."

I rolled my eyes playfully, but a ghost of a smile was on my lips.

"It's good to see you're okay, Y/N," Gaius said with relief. "I feared you wouldn't wake up after how much blood you lost."

I opened my mouth to answer, but was interrupted when another figure entered through the door. It was Arthur, followed by Merlin, and they both looked to me with surprise.

"For God's sake, can everyone stop looking at me like their dog died and I'm the dog?!" I said, attempting to sit up to prove that I was fine, but it hurt more than I could disguise.

"You need to stay put," Gaius ordered lightly.

I sighed deeply, before looking to Arthur, glad he was alright. He smiled at me gratefully.

"I owe you," he said. "You saved my life."

I waved my hand dismissively, hyper-aware of the warmth in my face.

"I must ask that you all give Y/N some space," Gaius said politely. "I need to check her health and it's too crowded in here. You can visit later."

They all nodded, sending me friendly smiles. Morgana squeezed my hand once more before leaving with the others.

Being bedridden was not ideal. In fact, I was very much hating every second of it, apart from when the others came to visit. I wasn't a fan of being stuck with my thoughts, nor having absolutely nothing to do or being unable to move.

Y/B/N stayed with me most of the time for the week I couldn't get up, thankfully, and the others visited when they could. Arthur came once, to make sure I really was okay, and another time to remind me that I owed him a fight. Merlin and Gaius were also there a lot considering they lived there and were keeping me alive. And Morgana stopped by regularly, sometimes with Gwen, to make sure I had everything I needed. Having that many people who actually cared about my well-being was strange, since I was so used to only having Y/B/N around. But I didn't hate it. I only worried I was getting too attached...

One afternoon, Morgana came to visit and I was a little too glad to see her, mostly because I was getting very bored staring up at the ceiling. As soon as she sat by my side, I propped my head up so I could see her better.

"Don't get me wrong," I started with a small smile, "I love the company, but I get it can be boring. You don't need to be here."

She shrugged. "It's my fault you were hurt. I do."

I lifted a brow, surprised she believed that. "It really isn't, Morgana."

She gave me a knowing look, disagreeing. "They took Y/B/N because they wanted me. You saved Arthur trying to get him back. I'm the cause."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, how far that is from the truth. People like those bandits hurt because they can. They get greedy. I was only doing what was right. Even if it wasn't you in danger, I would have reacted the same way."

She smiled with amusement, eyes meeting mine. "I don't doubt that."

I pressed my lips into a smile. "My point is, either way, it's not your fault."

She tilted her head, eyes staring off ahead, and I knew she didn't quite believe me.

"Anyway...," I tried to change the subject, missing her attention, "tell me about your day."

It seemed to work as she chuckled, looking back at me. "There isn't much to tell."

"Uh-huh."

Laughing now, she gave in. "Okay, well I went dress shopping with Gwen earlier..."

I was very much content just laying there and listening to Morgana speak, even if it was about the simplicity of her day so far. The glimmer in her eyes, how soft her voice carried itself, how animated she became when talking about stuff she enjoyed... it was a sight to behold, or maybe I was just super infatuated with her. Either way, I wasn't complaining.

Unfortunately, the hour in which she kept me company was apparently a lot more than I could take as I soon grew tired, unable to stay awake for too long a time, especially with the medicine Gaius was giving me to numb the pain. As much as I tried to disguise it, Morgana wasn't blind.

When she fell silent, it took me a moment to realise she was just staring at me. I blinked, about to speak, but she beat me to it.

"You're tired."

"I'm not."

She quirked a brow, and it was impossible to lie to her, even though I really wanted her to stay.

"Okay, maybe a little," I admitted. "But I'm okay. Please, stay."

She shook her head, smiling softly. "You should rest, Y/N. I've been here long enough."

"You don't have to–"

"I'll return later," she assured me, already pressing a hand to mine. "I promise."

I exhaled quietly, nodding. Her smile widened, eyes flickering between mine. Leaning down, she gave me a hug the best she could, and I lifted my arms to return the favour, eyes threatening to close because of how comfortable I was. But then she let go. And I barely blinked when her hand cupped my cheek and suddenly she was pressing her lips to mine in a tender kiss.

I couldn't even react, too surprised to acknowledge it, before she'd pulled apart and I was submerged in green.

"Sleep tight," she whispered, completely unaware of the fire that was spreading over my face.

Words escaped me and then she let go and flashed me a smile before leaving. She kissed me? Me?

And I didn't do anything?!

A few days later, I found myself stood before King Uther, the third and hopefully last time in my life. I was finally well enough to stand up, so Arthur insisted I speak to the King, especially since he obviously knew about Arthur's disobedience. I was certain I was going to get yelled at, but surprisingly I didn't.

"I'm not impressed that Arthur left to help you," Uther was saying, "but you did save his life. You're constantly proving to be a skilful and honourable swordsman. Woman. Whatever."

I pressed my lips together, unsure what to say as he frowned to himself, like he couldn't quite believe what he was saying. It would have been amusing if it weren't aimed at me.

Arthur cleared his throat a little obviously, bringing Uther back to his point. and Y/B/N and I exchanged nervous glances.

"I would like to offer you a job in Camelot," he finally said, making me raise my eyebrows. Had I heard correctly?

"I'm sorry, you– you want to what?" I asked, though the hidden smile on Arthur's face behind him made me think I'd heard correctly.

"It seems that everybody keeps trying to hurt my ward," he said with regret, before sighing. "And everyone seems to underestimate your talent. It would put me at great ease if Morgana had a personal bodyguard of sorts, and you're the perfect person for the job."

Unable to hide my shock any longer, my mouth opened slightly. Glancing over his shoulder, I caught the Morgana's eyes, seeing her smiling at me hopefully. Was this her doing? Arthur's? Or did the King finally deem me worthy of something other than being a peasant woman?

"You look like a handmaiden, but you're not," Uther continued to explain. "If you're always with her, I know she'll be safe. Anybody who even tries to lay a hand on her will have you to answer to."

I swallowed hard, still reeling from his offer. A bodyguard? For Morgana? That would mean staying in Camelot permanently. Living here. I'd be with her all the time. And I hadn't even properly spoken to her alone since she kissed me the other day... there so much to think about it. And I told the King exactly that.

"I appreciate the offer," I said with a nod, "but I would like to have a think. Discuss it with my brother."

Uther nodded. "Of course, of course. Try not to take too long though. We'd like to have you start as soon as possible."

I nodded curtly before Y/B/N and I bowed once more, then left the throne room. My thoughts were still playing catch up, but we barely made it into the hallway when Y/B/N came to a halt and stepped in front of me.

"Did you hear what he said? He must really be starting to respect you!"

I scoffed quietly. "I wouldn't go that far..."

He gave me a knowing look. "So, you're obviously going to do it."

I looked up at him. "What?"

Expression softening, he said, "I'm sick of constantly moving around and I know you are, too. Camelot is nice. The people here are lovely." He glanced around at the empty hallway before adding in a quiet voice, "And you obviously like Morgana. She seems to like you, too. Why don't we stick around?"

I breathed out tiredly, meeting his eyes. "You make it sound so easy."

He laughed, pulling me close by the shoulders. "It is!"

I rolled my eyes and shoved him away, a ghost of a smile on my lips. "But what if we don't like it here after all? What if we're not cut out for this life? Working for noblemen?"

"I'd hardly call being Morgana's bodyguard working for noblemen," he said with amusement. "Besides. If we don't like it, we leave. That's the point. To try new things."

"I suppose you're right..."

"I always am."

I rolled my eyes again, beginning to walk away. "You wish."

His laughter echoed down the hall as he joined my side. "This won't be a mistake, Y/N, I just know it."

I pressed my hands down my dress before knocking on Morgana's bedroom door. After a moment, it opened to reveal Gwen smiling at me.

"Good morning," she said as she stepped to the side to let me in. "Morgana, your new handmaiden is here!"

I groaned quietly at the new job title, making Gwen laugh as she left the room. Morgana spun around from her position at her dressing table before stifling a smile as she looked me up and down.

"Don't talk about," I said knowingly, referring to the awful dress I had to wear. "It's to blend in."

She stood up and approached me, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Blend in it does."

"If anybody dares make a move against you though, I'm ready," I said with confidence.

"Oh, really?"

I pulled up the hem my dress, showing her where I had a knife strapped to each knee, making her laugh at the sight.

"Ah, yes, I feel perfectly safe now," she said, with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's the plan."

Her smile widened, eyes flickering between mine, before her expression softened. "Thank you for agreeing to this job, Y/N. I know it's not ideal. If I could, I would have made you a knight. God knows you deserve that honour, and it would have been much more respectable than the Lady Morgana's second handmaiden."

I shrugged, hoping she knew I didn't mind as much. "It's okay. I chose this. And at least I can be sure you're safe now. No more surprise kidnappings, right?"

She smiled with amusement, eyes not leaving mine, and I found myself getting distracted by the gold flecks in her irises. We still hadn't mentioned the kiss – I was starting to believe I'd imagined it – but I couldn't let it go amiss anymore. I was head over heels for her, allowed or not, and I needed to know how she felt. It was now or never.

"So now is probably the wrong time to bring this up," I started, attempting to disguise my nerves, "but the other day when you visited me at Gaius', you, er, you kissed me. And I'm just– well, I'm not sure if it was like a friendly kiss or–"

Before I could finish, she leaned forward and kissed me yet again, only a short kiss that barely lasted a few seconds. I was certain my face was hot as I remained as confused as ever.

"Okay, so either that was another friendly kiss or a complete accident," I said, clearing my throat.

Her eyes lit up as she laughed, shaking her head. "Neither."

My heart fluttered involuntarily. "Neither?"

She rested her hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. "I like you, if that wasn't obvious."

I exhaled softly. "It was, but I couldn't be certain."

Her eyes lowered to my lips as she smirked playfully. "Be certain."

I found my eyes lowering to hers too, enticed by her red lipstick. Well, if she liked me, what was I waiting for?

Finally gathering the courage, I cupped her cheek and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. She hummed contently, relaxing against me and sending shivers all down my spine when she rested her hands against me for support. Kissing her was unlike anything I'd imagined and when we pulled apart for air, my lips were craving hers instantly.

"I've been waiting for you to do that for a long time," she admitted, words ghosting my lips.

I tried not to scoff playfully. "Easier said than done, my lady. You can't just approach a royal and kiss them, even if you do think they like you back. And especially not if they're a girl also."

Her lips curved into a smile as she stifled a laugh. "Fair enough. You have no excuse now though. You're my handmaiden slash bodyguard, remember?"

I gave her a teasing glance. "I don't recall that being in the job description. In fact, it's the opposite."

She met my gaze with her challenging one. "Good thing you're not much of a rule follower then."

I smiled, unable to hide it any longer, admiring her dark lashes, the slope of her nose, the slight smudge of her lipstick. "Yeah. Good thing."

#morgana pendragon x you #morgana pendragon x reader #morgana pendragon imagine #morgana pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin imagine #merlin #katie mcgrath

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bruh--wtf · 1 year

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Some Day Promises

Merlin x Reader

Main Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Arthur’s sister is in love with his servant. But being together is completely out of the question, especially since Uther heard the rumors.

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Arthur sat beside you at the dining table. You were waiting for your father to finally bless the two of you with his presence in order to eat. Arthur sipped his wine and glassed behind the two of you, where both of your servants stood.

“I never do find a moment without him around,” he says quietly. You look over at your brother and raise an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“Especially when you’re around. He always finds a reason to come along,” he continues, ignoring you. You blink at him and finally glance behind the two of you to find Merlin and your servant standing behind the two of you a few feet away with Gwen. Morgana chuckles from across the table. You turn back at glare at the two of them.

“I haven’t a clue what either of you are on about,” you say. Morgana scoffs and raises an eyebrow.

“Really? Even Arthur isn’t that blind,” she says. You continue to glare at her and then Arthur shifts in his seat and clears his throat.

“So you freak out before father comes, I have news for both of you.” You look at him, confused by the sudden topic change. “He’s invited Lord Weston and his son to Camelot for a visit in hopes of finding the boy takes a liking to you.” You freeze. You see Morgana’s mouth fall open.

“Excuse me?” She finally says. You just continue to stare at your brother.

“It was always the way things were going to work,” he says, but he can’t meet either of your eyes.

“He’s already sent word?” You ask.

“As of last evening,” he says. You continue to stare at him for a moment, your throat tightening and your eyes watering. You push it away, however when the doors open and your father walks in.

“Good evening!” He says, and smiles at all of you before sitting at the head of the table, next to Arthur.

“Are you insane?” Morgana snaps and Arthur closes his eyes, already putting his head in his hand.

“Excuse me?”

“Morgana,” you say in warning. She shakes her head and stands up.

“She’s your child, you can’t just sell her off to someone!” It was your turn to close your eyes now. It was even worse knowing Merlin was hearing all of this.

“You told them, I assume?” Your father asks, looking at Arthur. Arthur waves a hand and offers a fleeting smile.

“Thought it would lessen the blow,” he says.

“We don’t even know the man and you want to marry her off to him! It’s going to be Arthur and I next, I suppose?” Morgana asks. Arthur blinks at her, and yet again looks back at the servants behind you. You both made eye contact. Both of the people you two wanted were already in the room.

“That’s enough, Morgana. He comes from a good family and Lord Weston is a good friend.” Your father was obviously hating the conversation.

“You don’t know his son!”

“Sit down and get ready to eat,” he said, trying to end it. Morgana huffs, but sits down.

“You’re only hurting her, you know. And she’ll hate you forever if you go through with this,” she says. Your father slams his hands down on the table and you jump slightly.

“That is enough! This is the way things are and it’s high time all of you accept that!” He snaps, glancing around the hall. His eyes land on you. You stare at your father for a minute before you know for a fact you’ll cry if you stay. You look away and stand up.

“If you’ll excuse me, I find I’m not hungry anymore,” you say before turning and walking out, with your servant following you.

For the next few days you saw little of anyone except your maid. Gwen and Morgana popped in a few times, but little more than that. Finally, you were walking without your maid when you stumbled upon Merlin.

You turned a corner and he nearly ran straight into you. “I’m sorry! I-” he stops, noticing you. “I’m sorry.” He finishes his statement and looks down. Suddenly you have the impression that it wasn’t just the running he was sorry for. You offer him a small smile, but even seeing him knowing the Lord and his son were arriving any minute hurt your heart.

“It’s quite alright, Merlin,” you say. He looks up at you again. You hadn’t been so formal with him in private for months. He knew that. He swallowed and glanced around, ensuring that it was truly the two of you. When he looked back at you, he looked almost disappointed that it was.

“Arthur’s just gone to greet the King’s guests,” he says. Your throat clenches. Merlin being the one to tell you makes it ten times worse.

“Oh,” you say. Merlin glances behind himself as you look down. He takes a step towards you and kisses your cheek. You look up at him with wide eyes.

“I keep my promises, Y/N, no matter what,” he says softly. You stare up at him and a second later you hear voices from down the hall. Merlin steps back and you swallow, fixing your posture as Arthur rounds the corner with Lord Weston and his son in tow. Arthur looks between you and Merlin but plasters on a smile.

“Y/N! Lord Weston, Sir John, this is my sister Princess Y/N Pendragon,” he says. You force a small smile and they bow politely.

“Pleasure to meet you, my Lady,” Lord Weston says. You give him a small smile and notice Merlin step behind Arthur out of the corner of your eye.

“Your highness,” Sir John says, bowing his head.

“Pleasure to meet you both. I know my father’s pleased to have you here.” Arthur looks at you. Nobles know how to make things sound like compliments when really you’re saying just how annoyed or upset you truly are.

“It was an honor to receive the invitation,” Lord Weston says. You force a small smile.

“Of course. I look forward to having dinner with you all tonight,” you say and quickly step away from both of them. Arthur clears his throat and nods.

“Right, your chambers are just this way,” he says and starts walking and the men follow. Merlin grabs your hand and squeezes it quickly as he walks past you.

You look at him and he gives you a soft playful smile before nodding in the direction of the men. A second later Sir John stumbled over his own feet. You give Merlin a pointed look. He shouldn’t use magic so openly in the castle, especially in front of or on nobles. Though, you can’t hide the small smile on your face.

Merlin quickly starts to follow the men and you notice Sir John glance back at you. Only when he looked at you this time you had a genuine smile on your face, and it certainly wasn’t because of him.

#merlin #merlin imagine #merlin x reader #merlinbbc #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana #king uther #bbc arthur #bbc morgana #morgana pendragon

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person-behind-books · 2 years

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One second he is breathing his last breath, merlin’s tear filled eyes glowing golden to the sound of merlin’s word, the next, he’s standing in camelot on the knight’s training ground and merlin’s blue eyes are filled with indignation.

“That was my mistake. I’d never be friends with someone who could be such an ass.”

It’s disorienting to say the least.

The pain in his chest has vanished, replaced by the pleasant buzz of exercise. The aching in his left knee from an old injury has vanished. There is now day instead of night. A light breeze is flowing and the air is warmer than it had been. He can hear people all around him where there had been the silence of a forest. But most important is that merlin looks achingly young. Gone is the weight of a burden pressing harder and harder down on him as the years passed. Gone is the sorrow from his eyes. Seeing merlin like this is as elating as it’s painful. Because the recognition is also gone. The knowledge of arthur that no other person held. of knowing and being known by someone better that one knew oneself. or atleast arthur had thought so until merlin confessed he had lied about a vital part of himself for the past ten years.

loosing that with merlin feels like a stab worse than the wound that had been killing him just moments before.

As confused as he is by the situation he notices the audience they’re gaining and arthur has been trained since birth to appear to be in control of things and to always know exactly what is going on and going to happen.

so he says something insulting in response to this lier, this young, this wrong version of merlin and before he knows it they’re arguing, taunting and daring each other - it feels like a tiny piece of hope that maybe he hasn’t lost merlin forever.

Merlin ends up in the stocks - again, he think’s it’s been too long to remember clearly - and arthur leaves to his rooms to have a breakdown out of the public’s eye.

#arthur knows about merlins magic #merlin doesn't know arthut knows #time travel #this could go kinda angsty #but i imagine it rather happy and crack-ish #morgana get's therapy #and to practice her magic #lots of merthur shenanigans #with merlin hiding his magic in a completely ridiculus way #while arthur is just like:#how did i not notice this before #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #fic idea #drabble

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majiedoodles · 10 months

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I doodle whatever comes to mind and a wonderful week ago this did:

And from there this happened:

(Morgana: *mocking merlin* Arthur, I'm gay af for you, my king. Also Morgana: *mocking arthur* No way, me too!)

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I think you guys know where I'm going with this.

Now finally I FAVORITE part! This masterpiece:

(Morgana: *makes puppets kiss* mwah mwah *kissy noises* Arthur: MORGANA!! *knows it's true but wished Morgana didn't do this in the middle of the hall* Merlin: *too red and embarrassed to speak*)

Would you believe me if I told you the first I thing I drew from this scene was NOT the intense make-out between two puppets?

Yeah. I figured you wouldn't believe me.

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WHELP ANYWAY LOOK AT ARTHUR'S FACE! HE SO ANGY! AND MERLIN- poor Merlin. he's gone tomato. Uh oh.

OKAY THAT'S ALL OF MY CRACKHEAD ART RELATING TO THIS TOPIC BYE BYE NOW

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Magic Divide - Arthur Pendragon (Part 2)

Arthur x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,554

Summary: Now in Y/n’s kingdom Arthur has some making up to do.

Authors Note: Maybe a part3 ? I’m thinking about it. Like Arthur see her do magic and getting to understand it.

Masterlist

BBC Merlin Masterlist

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It didn’t take them more than a day and a night to reach Valmore. As soon as they reached the city Morgana quickly caught eyes on Y/n. She jumped off her horse and practically ran over to the y/h/c-ed girl, everyone else followed in Morgana’s direction.

“Y/n!” Morgana yelled out happily.

“Morgana?” Y/n questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned around to fcae where she heard her name called from. Upon seeing who she thought she heard calling her name. Y/n moved away from her knights, handing her horse's reins off to one of them, meeting Morgana halfway in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“You said to visit anytime.” Morgana smiled at the princess.

“I know I did. I just didn’t think you would so soon. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy you're here. All of you” Y/n smirked happily to have them in her home. Her gaze went across everyone but it lingered a little longer on Arthur before she cast her eyes down.

“What happened to your arm?” Merlin asked with a worried expression after everyone had greeted eachother with smiles.

With Merlin's question, all of them turned their eyes to Y/n’s arm. Noticed the not so pretty gash on her bicep. It was obviously healing and had been stitched up nicely.

“Oh, this?” Y/n pointed to her upper right arm. She shrugged, compared to other injuries she’s had this was a cakewalk. “Happened when I was training. Hadn’t done it in so long I botched a move and well this happened.”

Everyone felt shocked at how she addressed her wound as nothing. But then Arthur spoke up. “Are you ok?”

Y/n looked up at the blonde prince again and nodded before answering. “Yeah, I’ve had worse. Especially when it comes to training.”

Arthur nodded in understanding but it didn’t stop his concern.

“Was it a sword? Or-” Leon asked wondering what made the slightly jagged cut.

“No, no. Swordfighting I wasn’t rusty at.” Y/n shook her head at the young knight. “This came from hand to hand combat. Kind of- a few moves I was rusty at which made me mess up and fall. This cut I got from a very sharp nasty rock.”

Leon nodded in understanding. Gwen stepped forward with a worried look before she asked. “You’ve had worse? That bruise on your upper back looks horrid.”

The others had to agree the bruise looked worse than the healing cut.

“Oh, if only you’ve seen how into it we can all get when it comes to hand to hand.” Y/n smiled letting out an amused laugh. Things were different here than in Camelot. “We go full out. No holding back. Lots of dislocations, torn muscles, cuts, all of it.”

“Women fight?” Gwaine raised his brow in shock and it showed on his face.

Y/n smirked at their shocked faces, so she continued to explain. “In my kingdom, women are warriors, Knights, fighters. We don’t discourage women from wanting to join in on those kinds of things. We encourage them.”

“But the princess?” Lancelot raised one brow in a teasing manner, having seen her fight before unlike most of the others.

“Haha, Lancelot.” Y/n playfully glared at him. “Yes, even the princess. I should know how to defend myself and my kingdom, and my people.”

Y/n spared a glance to Arthur, trying to read his feelings on the words she had said.

“Well, we should probably go up to the Castle.” Morgana suggested with a proud smile on her face. She truly wished she could spend some time in Valmore, enough to learn skills in combat. Maybe even something more magical.

“Yes. I bet you're all tired from the journey. Follow me and my knights. We’ll escort you.” Y/n nodded in agreement to Morgana’s words.

Y/n headed over to her horse, as she went to get up Arthur noticed a slight grimace came across her face as she mounted her horse.

“Do you need some help?” Arthur asked stepping closer to just in case her arm gave out as she pulled herself up onto the saddle.

“No, I uh. I get it.” She answered flustered to having him so close after so long of being apart. Once she was up on the horse she looked down at Arthur with a small smile on her lip. “As I said, I’ve had worse injuries than this. They’ve never stopped me before.”

With that said Y/n escorted her friends from Camelot up to the castle. Once they got their Y/n and her knights took them into the throne room where her parents were currently. After getting them arrangements to stay for as long as they want. With that everyone was shown to their rooms.

It was the next day when everyone decided to do some training in the morning. Some from Camelot had come down to watch Y/n train.

And she wasn’t kidding when she said they trained hardcore.

“Should she be fighting with her arm?” Merlin asked out to anyone that would give him an answer. He winced as he watched his friend fight.

“No.” Arthur answered leaning against the waist high wall. He to was concerned about her but she could hold her own, he knew that. Arthur was more concerned about her fighting and breaking open the freshly healed wound. “No, she shouldn't be, Merlin.”

“Well, are you just going to stare and watch her or go over and talk to her?” Morgana spoke giving Arthur a knowing look.

Arthur glanced Morgana's way before turning his attention back to Y/n. “She’s in the middle of a fight. She needs to concentrate on that.”

“Y/n wasn’t kidding when she said they don’t hold back.” Leon commented as he to watched the training.

Gwen agreed. “Yeah. They really go hard at one another.”

“She’s fighting with men.” Lancelot stated impressed.

“And winning.” Morgana stated proudly.

“She can hold her own.” Merlin nodded in agreement before asking Arthur another question. “When are you going to talk and make up.”

“When I can get her alone.” Arthur told him refraining from rolling his eyes.

“Good luck with that. She’s always surrounded by her knights.” Merlin countered with a tilt of his head.

“They're her friends.” Gwen tried to defend but Morgana cut in wanting to join in on Merlin’s pestering of Arthur.

“Their also men.” Morgana smirked. There were a few girls as well but if she wanted to get at Arthur. Mention all the other men around the girl he loves.

Merlin sucked in a breath in a teasing manner. “She seems very close to knight Jon and Knight Wardlow.”

“I get it okay?” Arthur snapped at them. He didn’t need to be told what he was seeing with his own eyes. Not that he’d admit it but he did feel jealous.

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It was the next day that Arthur found a moment to get Y/n alone to talk.

“Y/n!” Arthur yelled after her down the hallway.

“Arthur.” Y/n said as she turned around to look at the prince as he came to a stop in front of her.

“Can we talk?” Arthur asked and he glanced nervously to the knights that were beside her.

Y/n stood still just watching him for a moment before giving him a ‘yes’ nod.

“You gonna be okay?” Knight Darby asked the princess with a look Arthur couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Y/n nodded sending Darby a grateful nod for checking first. She was indeed close with her knights and when she came back she had told them what had happened. So they were on edge about leaving her alone with the prince of Camelot.

“If not just yell out. I won’t be far.” Knight Jon stated with narrowed eyes pinned on the young prince. Which was very intimidating to Arthur. He’d seen the man fight, he was pure violence.

“Hmmm” Wardlow hummed and nodded in agreement with his fellow knight and friend. Y/n nodded as the 3 men walked to the end of the hallway not so subtly watching.

“What is on your mind Prince Arthur?” Y/n asked shifting on her feet.

“Can we talk in private?” he sighed not feeling comfortable being watched with what he wanted to talk about.

“Of course.” Y/n gulped nodding before turning and giving her knights a wave. Told them it was okay and to stay. So her and Arthur headed into the nearest room. “What is it you would like to talk about prince Arthur?”

He sighed leaning his head to the side. “Are we really going back to using ‘Prince before my name?”

“How else should I address you?” Y/n said looking down at her hands. She didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Not really.

“As just Arthur.” Arthur said loudly before taking a breath. He wasn’t mad at her he was pissed at himself. For putting them here. “Like before.”

It saddened him to realize he made her feel like they had to go back to the beginning. He hated himself for it.

“But things aren’t like before.” she told him with a sigh. God did she wish they were like before. She really missed him but how could they be together now?” We were together before. Now we’re not so I should address you with your title.”

“Are we really that far gone? Our relationship?” Arthur asked with slightly worried eyes. He couldn’t lose her.

“You tell me.” Y/n lifted her shoulders and then her eyes to look at him. The decision was in his court, he’s the one that ruined things, to begin with.

“y/n-” Arthur went to start but Y/n knew his tone of voice so she cut him off.

“No, Arthur. I can’t go through all that heartache again. I-I just can’t.” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke and that made Arthur's chest ache.

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know how else to start.

Y/n shook her head. “Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

Arthur squinted in confusion. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”

“Because you despise magic! An I have magic so therefore you despise me!” Y/n yelled out before taking a deep breath looking at Arthur with unshed tears in her eyes. The love of her life hated her because of something she frankly enjoyed about herself. “You hate me because of something that is a part of me.”

Arthur stepped forward shaking his head quickly at her words. “I don’t hate you.”

“If you hate a part of me then you hate me.” He couldn’t hate her magic and not hate her. And she couldn’t be with someone who hated her. “That’s how that works Arthur.”

Arthur raised his hands to cup her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away tears she didn’t notice were falling down her cheeks. “I could never hate or despise you Y/n.”

“The things you said to me when you found out and the way you looked at me and acted towards me all say otherwise, Arthur.” Y/n looked into his eyes, she could see the regret in his eyes.

“I felt betrayed and I was angry.I said things that weren’t true and that I didn’t mean.” Arthur explained but it didn’t make him feel any better and he didn’t expect to fix things. But she deserved to know. “It's no excuse for what I did. There’s nothing that could excuse my behavior from before. But I want to repair what we had. I want to make it up to you. If that's even a possibility.”

Y/n shook her head, it was a hard decision to make. And she didn’t know if she could, no matter how bad she wanted Arthur back. “I don’t know Arthur.”

Arthur sighed dreading asking this next question. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock.

“Are you afraid of me? Were you afraid to tell me because you thought I would have had you killed?” He asked with a gulp afraid himself of the answer she’d give. He wouldn’t blame her though. With how Uther felt about magic and him raising Arthur to be the same. . .

“As much as I wish I could say I wasn’t. . . Besides hiding my magic I have never lied to you. I don’t plan on doing it now.” She told him before letting out a deep breath. “Yes, I was afraid that you might tell your father and we both know how I would have been ‘taken care of’.”

“y/n” Arthur's gaze dropped feeling even more disappointed in himself.

“It's not that I didn’t want to tell you, Arthur. It’s just-” Y/n hated that she felt this was but it was true. “I saw how your father flt about sorcery, and then how you felt about it. . . I was scared.”

Arthur nodded solemnly. “You had every right to be.”

“I’m sorry.” she said looking away from him. She felt guilty, even though she had no reason to be.

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He shook his head, dismissing her apology she had nothing to apologize for it was all him. “I’m sorry. For how I reacted and treated you. It was wrong of me.”

“Its ok-”

Arthur immediately stopped her. He didn’t want her to forgive him that easily or pretend it was nothing. He treated her horribly, that wasn’t okay. “No, its not. An I know I hurt you.”

Y/n but her lip as they starred at eachother for a moment. “You could’ve just given me a chance. Magic a chance.”

“I hate myself for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself for all that I put you through.” Arthur agreed with her, he could’ve given her a chance. Prove and show him she didn’t use magic for evil. “But I do want to make it up to you.”

“How?” She asked with a tilted head. If his views didn’t change how could he make it up to her?

“Well, against my views I was taught growing up. I want you to show me your magic.” Arthur gave her a small smile. It didn’t excuse what he did and said but maybe if he could understand her magic and that part of her then they could get back together.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, she knew how he felt if this was uncomfortable for him then maybe things should just be done. She didn’t want to force him to like all of her. If they didn’t work then they would have to accept it.

“More sure than I am about a lot of things.” Arthur said shifting closer to his princess. “But I’m even more sure that I want us to get back together.”

Y/n took a deep breath. “Arthur- we can’t just go back to what and how we were.”

“I know that. It’s going to take time for me to gain your trust back. I’m determined to do so.” Arthur looked into her eyes with determination and passion. He was going to gain his princess's trust back. No matter what.

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gayandfairycore · 1 year

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Destruction and creation

Morgana x Merlins sibling reader part two

Summary when an old friend find you in the woods, it’s the first step to liberation, the first step to importance. The first step to be extraordinary. And when years go by, you’re constantly reminded that no one was going to come after you, and for that, you will raise all hell.

A/n this fic has taken me about two years to write a part 2, that’s actually revolting I’m so sorry to those who have waited so patiently! this fic is quite a bit longer than it’s predecessor, as I’d like to think I am a much better writer now. And it’s come to my attention that to send this fic off and finish the series it will need a part 3! I hope it won’t take me two years (🥹) this time.

but I thought what a way to give the people what they want and release a part two then after part one has just reached 100 reblogs! That’s so exciting! thank you all for enjoying my -albeit exhaustingly slow- content. I love you! I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting!

Warnings: grammar errors, canon typical violence, low self esteem, neglectful family, war crimes, murder, arson, all that fun stuff! Also not proof read lmao so if there’s a part that doesn’t make sense shhhh I’ll get around to it

Word count:4.9k

A cold chill shook your bones as you felt yourself shiver, gripping a ever fraying blanket. Halting your movements, and holding your breath, fear pulses through you, as your thoughts run wild you begin to realise that your head is lying on a soft pillow, not the cool wet grass it was lying on seemingly moments ago, your back was on a soft yet thin mattress, you were in a bed? But whose?the last you remembered was passing out In the woods, and soft warm hands haul you away.

Soft warm hands?!?

Cracking an eye open in panic you didn’t recognise where you were, it was cold, and deserted, herbs lined the cupboards a steaming cauldron sat utop the fire, warm white candles were lit all around the dark cabin. Their wax dripping precariously downwards laying a mountain of melted and hardened wax building from their stands, but never the less they made you feel a sense of comfort as when gauis had lit his candles when the sun began to dip below the horizon.

It was nice, the thought That maybe this person who kidnapped you had tried to make their home a little more pleasant. It made you chuckle, someone had found you, Merlin’s little sibling in the woods and decided to take you. A distasteful scoff had made its way out of your mouth as you began to speculate why someone would want to take you. what could you ever give them?

Moving yourself onto your elbows shuffling to sit up, the loud squeaky hinges of the quaint cabin swung open, morganas ivory skin, and gleaming dark midnight hair came into view, in her soft hands she held an array of different coloured flowers and herbs, a wide smile on her face at the sight of you awake.

“Good morning” her soft silk voice cut through the air, “how are you feeling, Did you sleep well?” She persisted, as she began to tip water into two cups one for the flowers in her hands no the other for you. Gripping the goblet as she made herself comfortable on the side of the bed.

“You kidnapped me!” You exclaimed watching her every move with panicked darting eyes, Concern built on her features she may not have seen you for a few years but she didn’t know what might have you so panicked.

She watched you scamper away from her only stopping when the back of your head hit the headboard she tentatively spoke your name again “y/n, You were passed out in the woods. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“Well If you didn’t kidnap me what’s- what’s on the cauldron then? Hmm” you poked an accusatory finger in her direction

Watching as morgana sighed “Well if you really must know it’s soup.”

“Soup?”

“Yes, soup.”

“I’m making you soup! I thought it would be…nice?” A Bashful yet defeated smile overtook Morgana at your stunned silence, stirring the bubbling cauldron she spoke;

“I may have magic but I am not a monster, I don’t hate everyone who comes from Camelot.” her voice hard but not harsh, no she wouldn’t yell at you. oh god she wouldn’t dream of it. “I could never hate you..” she muttered looking up towards yours through her eyelashes, almost as if she felt embarrassed. Oh how you missed her bashful, and graceful embarrassment when she expressed something vulnerable, and how you missed her soft gazes from across the great hall during banquets as you were approached by person after person suitor after suitor.

A red blush coated her cheeks, as she thrusted out the water toward your form, your gaze softened, as you reached out toward the goblet, and clasped your hands around its rim. Morgana spoke after you made no effort to drink from the cup.

“It’s not poisoned…”

“I didn’t think it was” you retorted the goblet still cool in your hands you stifled a chuckled as you drank, a smile began to breakout on morganas face she had missed you equally as much. The raven haired woman had been so alone, going from place to place in search of army’s, dealing with the earth of morgues and having still lost against Arthur.

As night fell you had only just begun to realise how long you and morgana had been talking for, the day fell away, and the hours felt like minutes and suddenly you didn’t want this to be over. You didn’t want morgana to stop talking you you, because in those few hours someone had wanted to talk to you. Someone-the “ex princess” had wanted to know you, it crossed your mind of course that maybe she only cared about the affairs of the court.

And yet those doubts all dissipated when she held your hand and laughed at your stories, you realised that perhaps the bright, starry eyed princess who had been kind was still there, the morgana, your morgana was still there. And then suddenly everything you hid away came out. The same doubts that had plagued you for so long we’re still there. Just below the surface boiling over.

And as you conversed with the woman you told her your mistake that had ultimately gotten you into all this mess. You told her about the wave that burst from within you that knocked gaius and merlin to the floor, staining them all the colours of the rainbow. You told her about being chased by the guards. And why she should have left you to die in the woods. Because the wolves would have been kinder then any man.

That It would have been the kind thing to do, leaving you on the cool root of a tree to freeze, because you had magic and you had done what everyone had warned merlin not to do, hurt people. You had hurt the people you loved, and part of you liked it, liked the fear in Merlin’s eyes, liked the stunned silence that happened afterwards.

You. silly, defenceless, y/n.

Had something that made yourself special and by god it felt good.

The anger, the resentment that built within you for Camelot.

Your scared eyes stared at morgana with such an intensity she felt as if she would cry, she remembered being in the exact same position. As a young witch, in an unfriendly kingdom. She was not the villain all she wanted was for her kind to be free.

Morganas wooden dining table felt textured and lined underneath the pads of your fingers as you stared at the ebony haired witch, morgana had knew the minute she saw your body on the cool grass she would never make you feel as if you weren’t extraordinary. As her hands gripped yours her striking green eyes stared into yours with such love you felt compelled to lean over and grip her jaw with your hand, and place your lips delicately on hers.

As your lips mixed together as if they were made for each other, the intensity began to build, as you both fought for dominance morganas teeth bit your lip asking for entrance, you could never deny her. Parting your lips just enough that she could explore the vast expanses of your mouth. Your tongues colliding together. If you didn’t need air you weren’t sure you would have ever parted with her soft lips.

“I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done.” You muttered embarrassment lining your words, your head dipped toward the floor but if you had kept your head up and locked eyes with morgana you would have only ever seen the softest look humanly possible and a smile stretched so wide you would’ve been concerned.

“You really should have” the dark haired girl spoke rounding the table. And tilting your head up to meet hers, before she began to place kisses all over your face giggles escaped from your throat and a permanent smile gleamed across your face.

“You’re my girl”

“And Im yours”

That night both you and Morgana ate soup side by side, and strike up conversations about anything and everything. As days turned into months and months into years, you were both content together. Morganas home was quaint at first but perfectly suited for schemes, and peaceful days, and everything in between. Some days were easier then others. Morganas nightmares still haunted her, they ranged from the usual of emerys finding her and ripping you away from her. Before taking her life. To watching as the inhabitants of Camelot drove you from your home. She hated it. So she decided to teach you how to use your magic to your own benefit.

Merlin may have been the most powerful sorcerist to ever have lived but you were going to give him a run for his money, morgana was a splendid teacher, and it was in no time you progressed in your training, you had even beaten her a few times, and all whilst training you had fed her information that your brother had told you from your time at camelot. But even so you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her who he was.

But every night plagued with these nightmares she’d awake screaming, and you’d hold her in your arms, and reassure her no one could take you from her. You would rather die then have her ripped from you so cruelly, and you didn’t pretend you didn’t know her destiny. It was entwined with Arthur and Merlin’s, mordred would take Arthur’s life, and merlin would take morganas. And it would all be over before it began.

And both you and your brother would have had to walk the earth long after your lovers perished, perhaps it was the cruel strings of fate deeming you both unworthy of happiness. You knew what kilgarah had said to your brother “no man no matter how great can change his destiny” and perhaps when those words left his scaly lips, that was when you decided you were going to play god. You were going to pluck the strings of fate, tear down everyone and anyone who had posed threat to morgana, And you were going to let merlin watch as he lost.

He would have to sit there and watch as everyone he ever loved is ripped from the boy so cruelly it will make historians wonder whether you truly we’re siblings. You were never meant to be born, you were a mistake from the moment hunith found out she was pregnant for the second time. She favoured merlin, like most, And it had only succeeded in making you vengeful, and angry. So you learnt and consumed every word of every book you could get your hands on in ealdore. The first book happened to be a book on the vast poisonous plants in the area.

And from then on you had loved the effects that poisonous plants would produce, you had to find something that made you dangerous you didn’t have magic, it was erased from you by your own brother. Your mother told you stories of a time a snake that had slithered into your cot in attempt to strike you down only for something to expel from you, and your mother to come running in and find you playing with the carcass of the dead snake. Perfectly safe and unharmed in your cot. Your eyes were what made her fearful. Your golden eyes.

You had caused vast and wildly spread fires that would plague the houses of kids that were mean to your brother, hunith became fearful of your power instead employing merlin to wide any reminiscences of magic, or that you were at all powerful, and from that day on you were extra-ordinary. Hunith became fearful that she had raised two incrediblly powerful children, merlin as opposed to you brought life everywhere he went, there were no dead snakes in his cot, no scorching wildfires-

No where merlin walked it was as if places riddled with droughts had suddenly began to spurt water, dead crops began to replenish their life. Hunith began to fear she raised one child riddled in death, and destruction, and the other in life, and creation. And she had to make it impertinently clear to a young merlin that he mustn’t ever let you know you had magic.

She feared you, even as a child part of you knew that hunith had an air of fear encasing her, but she had nothing to fear, they had nothing to fear. You weren’t evil. You were a child, and they shunned you, they caused this. They always will cause your downfall. They made you feel as if you were nothing and were surprised by the fact that you became bitter and angry.

Morgana had helped you hone in on your potential and your power, she saw her self in you. And she wanted to save you from the minute you had bumped into her and knocked her over at the top of the castle stairs, way back when, she was enamoured by your bashful smile and your flushed cheeks and she knew she’d do anything for you, so when she betrayed Camelot, and left to destroy the kingdom she had any adventures, and encountered many different enemies, but seeing you again on the forest floor she knew you neede safe refuge. Morgana was never a monster. She hoped you could see that. And you could.

For years you’ve been with her, by her side, kidnapped and enslaved to hurt her, living in a pit with athusa and morgana for two years. And you never once complained because you were with the witch side by side. And you were sure you both would reign he’ll upon anyone else who dare harm you.

You’ve been with her in pits, through hovels, you’ve stayed in tents and in castles, and the only important factor was having morgana by your side.

The night was cold, and uncaring, the silver light of the moon illuminated the bedroom morganas head on your chest, as you ran your fingers through her hair, you had begun to devise your plan to run Camelot to the ground, for ever hurting the two of you, there had been many plans you’ve both enacted to destroy Camelot. Merlin foiling every. single. one.

It angered you to no end. Emrys had foiled one too many plans, you were going to finish this, agraveine being the first cog in the machine. Moving morganas head from your chest you moved your way to the kitchen lying your head down over the kitchen table running an angered and defeated hand over your face in attempt to ease your stress. No matter what you did what you sacrificed, what you destroyed your brother would rebuild it.

In your tired haze you didn’t hear morgana sneak up behind you, her hands wrapping their way around your waist she placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder, “are you alright my sweet?”

“No my love, I’m not. I fear there’s something I haven’t told you…”

“Well what ever it is I won’t be upset, you can tell me anything.” The ebony haired girl gripped your hand in hers and stared into your eyes with such a soft intensity.

“I know who emrys is.” You spoke Morganas eyes widened in a craze “who?!?” She exclaimed, her eyes blown wide with panicked insanity.

“My brother, merlin.” You muttered with little hesitation, anxiety bubbling in you after his name left your lips.

“Merlin?” Questioned morgana, a bewildered expression clear on her cool features.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I once held him very dear to me.”

“Dearer than I?” She quipped insecurities building their way to the surface, sadness stuck to her as if she was covered in molasses, sticky and bitter more fear built within her at your delayed reaction

“No. not dearer than you.” You exclaimed with such intensity, such sureness like there was never any doubt where your loyalty lied, morgana was sure you were the one for her when you placed your lips onto hers with such fire. Such love. She knew this kiss was an apology, and a reassurance, that she was the only one you’d ever give yourself to fully for a cause.

That cause was love, and freedom. No one deserved to hate themselves simply for who they were and morgana understood the conflicting of family. And doing the right thing, she was in your position not too long ago. She didn’t care about how long you kept this from her. She only cared about the fact that you told her who her arch nemesis was, your own brother. You betrayed your own family for her.

morgana began to rally troupes of saxons merciless fighters with as much skill and battlefield knowledge to bring an army to their knees, that was exactly what was needed. We were bound to be out numbered camelots troupes were more vast and fastious then the saxons but brutality was on your side.

Camelots armies would be nothing without Merlin’s powers it would already seemingly be a losing battle, we would already be outnumbered we would need to stop emerys in his tracks. Take away the only thing that gave him any power, his magic.

The cool stone throne sat in the dimly lit room inhabited only by those morgana had trusted ever so dearly, a room inhabited by her army, her confidants, and at last her lover.

You had stood beside her as she sat lesurly in her throne mordred by her left you by her right, the Druid boy had been surprised to see the sibling of the man he would have liked to betray, his disappointment immeasurable he had traveled such a long way, in search of revenge for his love, and yet His mission found to be useless, for Merlin’s title had already been spilled.

The young Druid boy had wanted the pleasure for himself but the bitter taste of betrayal from one’s sibling may stun Merlin more than any betrayal mordred could have ever bestowed.

As he bowed by Morganas feet in a pitiful apology when the dark haired witch relented and let the boy join her his piercing eyes stared through your soul as if he was dissecting you, his pale features ghaut and his eyes blown wide

Mordred really was, seeing a ghost, a person long thought to be dead. Staring at him with eyes glistening with life, and skin as youthful as the last time he saw them.

“I don’t mean to offend but miss aren’t you meant to be dead?” Mordred poked confusion etched his face as his knees dug into the textured floor, anger flared through morgana at mordred audacity to illicit a response from her love.

“Then don’t” the dark witch sneered her eyes glaring daggers into the pale boy, her glare only relenting when your hand graced her shoulder

“Morgana, it’s alright.” You chuckle, freckled hand running over morganas soft flesh. Your soft tone changing distinctly into one of piercing anger and resentment “they wanted me dead, they hoped I perished But alas I lived, all thanks to my lover. Without morgana i don’t know where I’d be.”

Your tone softened by the end of your monologue, as your gaze shifted down to your dark queen. Gratitude sifting through you.

“But they burned a burial shroud in your honour! Merlin thought you died?”

Mordreds confused and bewildered voice echoed throughout the room bewildered by the audacity and lack of care for a citizen and friend.

“No Mordred, dear. he hoped I died.” You sneered resentment and anguish blazing your blood. “There’s a difference.”

A nostalgic sadness resided within you, as you retired to your chambers the echoing steps of your shoes against the ground was all that could be heard in the silent thrown room mordred realised that perhaps he shouldn’t mention your lineage, and your time in Camelot.

Yours and Morganas chambers had suddenly packed all warmth and comfort that previously resided there, a cold nostalgic wound reopened from mordreds arrival.

They didn’t even find your body and yet they buried you, like they always did, they buried you.

Hot tears spilled down your cheeks the wounds may be old, and scarred, and faded but the faint dull ache that’s a constant reminder of what happened before. What happened when you were younger, a constant reminder of when Merlin wiped away your potential and ruined your life.

Pain, you were so full of it. It was almost drowning you, as your salty tears fell faster down your cheeks. You wanted Merlin to suffer, just as morgana had wanted Arthur too, there was no way you’d allow your plan to fail.

Your sobs quietening as your boots fall heavy on the floor as you marched your way toward the throne room, taking an old faded spell book from your book shelf the faded potion stains from gauis’ chambers still stained the brown pages, as you clenched your jaw. And flipping to the most looked over page.

A page about how to take away someone’s magic. Merlin felt he could play god way back when you were young? It was your turn.

Your turn to be extraordinary! He will watch as the only person he cares about falls before him whilst he is trapped. Trapped for all eternity.

“Morgana!” Your voice boomed, as your steps fell, “I know what we need to do.” You exclaim swinging the throne room door open with rigour.

“My love, what have you found?” The pale woman called out with softness, her hands roaming over your cheek with soft tender hands ghosting over your shining wet cheeks.

“The formula for Merlin’s destruction, the very thing we need to have the upper hand!” You speak crazed eyes full of anger and a burning hot psychotic rage.

Morgana had never thought you more beautiful than planning revenge, placing a joyous kiss on your lips, you passed the leather bound book toward her, the page sitting open.

A gean canach a creature of the old religion, in the form of an enormous slug. Forged by the tears of the earth mother. It drains the magic from it’s pray leaving them defenceless.

It was the perfect plan. And it would start by ensuring the beast could rid someone of their magic, morganas cruel smile graced her features as soon as she brought in a sorcerer she once considered an ally.

What a pleasure it is to see you again ari

The honour is all mine my lady

Your arrival has been keenly anticipated I can assure you.

I have boasted of your powers…

Mm he grunted tilting his head down

…tho not all believe

People may believe as they wish

Well perhaps some small proof of your talents is in order, after all seeing is believing is it not?

I’m not an entertainer my lady

Of course not

Think of it more as a demonstration

Extinguish those flames

My lady, I must protest.

Indulge me. Morgana snaps her voice sending chills up your spine

As you watch the man incant. Successfully extinguishing flames.

Impressive, indeed who here now could deny w your powers?

A man Carrie’s slug box

Ari tries to flee stepping back as two men grip his shoulders

Morgana incants as the man protests feebily struggling in the hood of the men

Watching as it latches to his face as he claws desperately to remove its suckers from himself it only relents after he is suitably powerless

His glassy eyes shine toward the sky, mordred tentatively asks “is he dead?”

Morganas cold menacing reply cuts through the air like a knife. “If I wanted him dead, I would’ve put a sword in his gut.”

A loud gasp fills the air of the throne room

“Don’t despair ari, we’re nearly done.”

“If you’d do me the favour of relighting those flames.” Her cool green eyes stare into his, with mockery.

“You know I cannot.” He despairs, his eyes shining and defeated as the lines on his face pull loose as he reels at his loss.

“For the benefit of my friends!” Morgana calls spearing a glance toward those around her, eyes as cool as stone, a haunting look over passes her face.

“I will not humiliate myself before you.” Ari cries, as he breaks himself out of the grip of the saxons.

“You will if you want to see your family alive.” Bites morgana, as she tauntingly moves her head to the side as of to challenge him with her threat.

Ari incants again, his face downturned in sadness. “AGAIN!” Rattles morgana as the man steps back in fear.

“If you please” she smiles before waving her hand watching as saxons clear the man from the court.

A grimace etching your face at the sight, taking away someone’s magic felt like a violation, but the look on a younger Merlin’s face as he took who you were away from you it felt like sweet sweet revenge doing the same to the boy you once called a brother, dropping the slug in his chambers was nothing if not easy, the difficult part was taking in your home, any reminance of you gone like you were nothing.

The cool stone under your feet felt as if it burnt you through the soles of your shoes the faint reminace of spilled potions staining the now fixed table it hurts, you can’t muster up enough strength to wipe the scowl from your face, as you close the wooden door of your old home, the hood of your cape thrown over you as you rush down the stairs of the kingdom and into the lower town.

The straw beneath your feet crunch as you walk, the sight of gauis has you halting your treks a gasp leaving your mouth it’s like you were frozen as you met the eyes of the old man, turning up your hood closer to your face you find yourself walking the crowded streets the olf man following as hastily as he could behind you ditching your cape over a random girl and hiding behind a wagon, a wagon of weapons, you watch as the old man grips this girl by the fore arm turning her to face him, he visibly deflated when he realises it was, in fact, not his ex child back from the dead.

And he stalks back to his discarded basket. A scoff breaks from your lips as you turn, your shoes crunching against the dirt and stone your eyes half lidded in anger, you don’t even think when you incant the wagon alight. The vast weapons, and steel deforming in the fire. The townsfolk running frantically past you, as you walk straight through the middle, a hard look on your features. As the fire burns brightly behind you.

A warning without a warning. The world was going to burn.

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