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helloalycia · 8 months

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

summary: when you and your brother travel to Camelot to compete in a fighting competition, there's one problem: women can't fight. So, naturally, you convince him to switch places with you whilst you have your chance to fight. And impressing the King's Ward is merely a bonus.

warning/s: mentions of fighting and violence.

author's note: hello! so this was impulse written not long ago when i rewatched merlin bc who doesn't love katie mcgrath? it's inspired by that merlin ep where arthur uses a decoy in his jousting (?) match! and it's kind of like she's the man if you think about it haha, so do enjoy! it's a multi-part imagine :)

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"This is gonna be amazing, Y/B/N," I said with a grin, trying to contain my excitement as we approached the tournament grounds.

"Reign it in," he said lightheartedly, though I knew he was right. I wasn't supposed to be competing, he was, so I had to play the part.

Every year, Camelot held a fighting tournament that anybody could compete in, even those who weren't knights. There were no rules and it was an open competition, however despite nothing explicitly saying women couldn't compete, it was a given. And so every year, I only dreamt of competing so that I could see if I was as good as I hoped. Finally, I came up with the genius idea for my brother, Y/B/N, to pretend to compete whilst I actually did the fighting. It wasn't foolproof, but I was desperate, and he agreed after much convincing.

We'd arrived in Camelot last night, our first ever visit to the kingdom, and were staying in the full to-the-brim tavern in a room above the pub. It wasn't ideal, but it would do the job. The real reason I was here was right before me and I couldn't be more excited.

"Y/B/N Y/L/N?" a voice called, and my brother and I both spun around to see a servant boy approaching. "You're up first. You can use the tent over there to get into your armour, if you have any."

"Thank you," Y/B/N said with a nod before we both headed over to his – AKA mine – tent.

"This is perfect for making the switch," I said with a contained grin, looking around the enclosed space.

"You heard the boy, you're up first," Y/B/N said with a smile, before dropping our bag on the bench. "Let's get you suited up."

He helped me pull my armour over the top of my clothes, a bulky-looking but lightweight set that fit us both and was easy enough for me to manoeuvre in whilst also hiding any distinguishable feminine body parts that could give me away. After that, he handed me my sword and gave me a supportive nod.

"Good luck out there," he said, my helmet in his hand. "You're gonna smash it, sis."

I grinned. "I will indeed. They aren't going to know what's hit them."

He laughed and helped me put on my helmet, the metal covering my whole head except for some slits in the eyes to let me see.

"You ready?" he asked once more, and I gave him a thumbs up, already committing to staying quiet. He patted my back. "Go and win!"

Taking a deep breath, I left the tent and headed to the grounds, the sight of all those people watching only exciting me more. All I'd ever dreamt of was showing people my skills, for them to take me seriously. Not as a woman or a man, but a fighter. And this was my chance, finally. I wasn't going to let it slip by.

"I'm sure you're all excited about the tournament, as am I," the King began to speak, silencing everyone in seconds. "It's going to be a magnificent week of fighting, skill and talent. We shall see who the best fighters of Albion truly are. Starting with our first match of the tournament – Y/B/N Y/L/N versus Henry Wright!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as my opponent and I walked in the centre, our chosen weapons at our side. The King looked down at us both with anticipation, waiting for quiet. And then when he was ready, he raised his hand.

"You may begin," was all he said, and I barely had chance to take a breath before my opponent, Henry, swung first.

His mace, spiked and heavy, almost took my head off if I didn't move in time. The crowd 'ooh'd' as it did and I tried to tune them out, focusing on the fight. I couldn't afford distractions.

As Henry kept moving forward, slashing his mace at me and trying to touch my armour, I dodged effortlessly. Henry may have been strong, but he was slow, and his weapon of choice was particularly terrible. Once he'd worn himself out, it was my turn to take a swing at him, my sword coming down on his gauntlets in a wide arc. Contact was made and he grunted loudly, grossly, and stepped back. I slashed a few more times, to which he was now on the defensive, using his clunky weapon as a barrier. But it didn't faze me as I kept on slashing, trying to back him into the side.

Once he was trapped, I let him take a shot at me, only to roll to the side at the last second and swipe his legs out from beneath him. He hit the ground as quickly as I directed my sword at his neck. Lifting his hands in defeat, I couldn't fight the grin from my lips.

The crowd erupted into cheers, yelling my brother's name, and I lowered my sword before offering out my hand. Henry let me pull him up before letting go bitterly, walking off the grounds. I laughed to myself before looking around me at the crowd, waving a little too cockily. I couldn't help it – I'd won! My first match!

When I turned to face the King, I saw he was clapping in his chair, impressed at my handiwork. Seated beside him was his ward, Morgana, and I'd heard so much of her but never seen her before. I wasn't prepared for her beauty, nor the vibrancy of her green eyes in the sun, even from a distance. And once again, I couldn't help but let my cockiness get the better of me. Between waving, I blew her a kiss, facing her directly in a way that I hoped she knew it was for her. Judging from the way she immediately turned pink in the face, I knew I'd succeeded.

After soaking in the glory a moment longer, I left to return to Y/B/N who was waiting for me in the tent. As soon as he saw me, a grin was on his face.

"Sounds like you gave them a good show," he commented as I rushed to remove my helmet and armour.

"Y/B/N, it was like nothing I've ever experienced," I admitted, still buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. "It was perfect. And you should've seen the way I got the other guy on his butt!"

He chuckled as I helped pull the armour onto him. "I'm sure it was something special. It's a shame I can't watch."

"We can't risk you being caught," I reminded him, before handing my sword and helmet. "Go on. Do your final waves. Don't forget to rub it in their face that I won, yeah?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm not doing that."

I laughed as he left the tent. My smile was permanent as I stood alone. One round down, several more to go.

"The other guys are pretty rough," Y/B/N said as we hung back to watch the other matches and get a better feel for the competition. "You sure you're up for it?"

"Don't even joke," I said to him with a knowing look. "You know it's all I want. They don't scare me."

He raised his eyebrows. "Hey, I was thinking more about them. They're gonna get smothered and not even know it. You don't wanna give them a chance?"

A smile grew on my lips as I shoved him in the side. "You're so stupid."

He mirrored my smile before paying attention to the fights. We stayed there until the last fight before chatting about what we'd seen by the tents. The crowd was dispersing and the other fighters were talking about getting a drink at the tavern, even inviting my brother to join them. He found it strange, the attention, especially since he knew it wasn't for him. I assured him he had to be a team player and not raise suspicion, but he wasn't impressed.

As we were chatting, I couldn't help but notice a blur of black hair in my peripheral vision, and when I looked, I saw the Lady Morgana walking by with her handmaiden. She spotted my brother and I and, naturally, her attention was on my brother. She flashed him a smile, to which he awkwardly returned, and then began to approach us.

"Er, why is the Lady Morgana coming to talk to us?" Y/B/N asked nervously.

"No idea," I said, though my own smile was tempting to break out as my eyes wandered over her figure. She was seriously stunning.

"Hello there," Morgana spoke when she stopped before us. "It's Y/B/N, right?"

He nodded slowly, before clearing his throat and bowing. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady."

"Please, no need for the formalities," she said with a slight laugh, one that I knew I'd be dreaming of for days. "I just came to say that you put up a good fight this morning. I look forward to seeing your performance throughout the week."

"Thank you, my lady," was all he said, and I almost rolled my eyes at his dense self. Couldn't he see she was interested him?

"And who is this pretty lady?" she continued, and I realised she was speaking to me.

"I'm Y/N, my lady," I introduced myself with a smile. "Y/B/N's twin sister. Not identical, thankfully."

Y/B/N rolled his eyes as Morgana laughed at my joke.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Y/N," she said, eyes lingering on mine. "Might I say, you have a very talented brother."

I hummed in agreement, biting my tongue and trying not to laugh. Talented... I'd take it.

"I should be going, but have a good evening, both of you," Morgana finished, glancing between us before leaving.

"Y/N, what did you do? Why is she suddenly interested?" Y/B/N asked as I watched her walk away, entranced.

"Nothing," I reassured him, before tearing my gaze from Morgana and looking to Y/B/N. "What? I didn't do anything!"

He rolled his eyes and shoved me before walking away. I bit my lip to contain a grin and skipped after him. I was beginning to like it here.

The next fight was soon upon me and it was safe to say that I was nailing it. My opponent was supposed to be a challenge, but I could swear it was only getting easier. He was over six feet tall and towering over me. Compared to me AKA Y/B/N, he was huge. Luckily for me, height wasn't an issue as my brother and I were close enough in height, a solid five foot eight and nine respectively, so it wouldn't give us away.

The fight was over in minutes, with me landing a winning blow to my clown of an opponent, right in the gut. As soon as he was down, the crowd were up and out of their seats, cheering me on. The intensity of their cheering surprised me at first, as I didn't realise they loved me so much. It took them longer to calm down, and a few flowers were thrown from the stands, making me grin as I waved at them. When I looked to the King, he was surprisingly smiling as he clapped his leather-gloved hands heavily. Morgana was stood up beside him, clapping with the crowd, and I couldn't stop myself.

Without thinking, I picked up a flower from the ground, dusted it off on my armour and threw it up to her. I was relieved when it landed at her feet, worried I'd missed, and she seemed surprised as she picked it up. When she looked at me, I bowed respectfully, making the crowd cheer even louder, and I tried to pretend I couldn't see King Uther losing his smile as he looked at me with suspicion. Oops?

I jogged back to the tent, feeling lightweight and overwhelmingly happy. Y/B/N clapped me on the back in congratulations before we exchanged gear and he headed back out to reveal his face, waving once more.

After he soaked in the glory for a little longer, I packed up our things and we left the tent to get some water. A few knights, to our surprise, approached us and began chatting to Y/B/N about his technique. He played along perfectly, since he was a decent fighter himself, and I merely watched as they spoke of my moves and skill, grinning to myself. Clearly I was doing better than I thought if the knights of Camelot were complimenting me.

"Hey, Y/B/N," a voice called from behind, and we both turned to see a flirtatiously-smiling Morgana walking past. She nodded at my brother, saying, "The flower was cute."

Poor Y/B/N was clueless. "The flower?"

Morgana laughed, thinking he was joking, and left. I suppressed a smile as we both turned to the knights. One of them gave Y/B/N a knowing look.

"Bold move giving the King's ward a flower right in front of the King himself," they said with a snicker, before leaving.

Y/B/N blinked and began to turn to me. "I did what?"

I smiled sheepishly. "What? She was impressed by my skill! How could I resist?"

"Y/N!"

"Look, she's pretty and she deserved it, okay?" I said nonchalantly. "It's no biggie."

He facepalmed and I could tell he was already regretting changing places with me.

Later that same evening, Y/B/N and I were making the most of the training grounds that Prince Arthur was letting the contestants use for the week. To everyone else, I was merely practicing with him, but to us, he was actually helping me practice.

For the third time in five minutes, I knocked Y/B/N on his butt and laughed at the expression on his face.

"C'mon, at least give me some sort of challenge," I teased, holding out my hand for him.

He let me help him up as he gave me a knowing look. "Don't be too good or people will suspect."

I scoffed. "Nobody will think twice about me."

"Oh yeah, because you're so inconspicuous dressed like that," he said sarcastically.

I ignored him, though I knew he was only looking out for me. Ladies wore frocks and dresses, not pants and shirts. But I didn't like to be restricted – why was that such a bad thing? I hated that I had to put myself in a box just to make others feel comfortable. It wasn't fair.

"Are you ready?" I asked, readying my sword.

He nodded and did the same before coming at me without warning. I held my own well enough, even with him giving his all, and with the utmost satisfaction, I managed to land him on his butt yet again. He narrowed his eyes at me and I began to laugh before pissing him off that little bit more by twiddling the hilt of my sword on my forefinger in the air, watching it spin before catching it. It was a silly little celebratory move I liked to do, one that Y/B/N hated because it usually meant I had beaten him.

Grumbling to himself, Y/B/N helped himself stand up as I watched on with amusement.

"Impressive."

Surprised, I turned around and definitely didn't expect to see the Lady Morgana approaching us.

"You're almost as good as your brother," she commented, looking at me.

Smile fading slightly, I tried not to draw anymore attention to myself. "Something like that."

She lifted a brow curiously. "It's a shame you couldn't compete. You're better than half the men in this competition."

"It's just how it is, my lady. The King's rules," I said, though I was secretly smiling because she thought I was good. As me, the real me, not my brother.

"If it were up to me, I'd have loved to watch you fight," she said, making me smile to myself. I risked glancing at her and saw she was watching me with her own smile, before looking to my brother.

"Good luck tomorrow," she said to him considerately.

"Thank you, my lady," Y/B/N said, bowing.

She nodded her head at him before catching my staring, offering a smile, then leaving.

"Gosh, she's so pretty," I said, unable to look away from her.

"Not here, not now," Y/B/N said in a warning tone before slapping me on the back.

"I'm gonna win just to see her smile," I decided, finally looking away from her retreating figure.

Y/B/N rolled his eyes, shaking his head with disbelief. I raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Another round?"

"No way," he said immediately, making me laugh as I watched him walk away.

"Like you always do," I whispered to myself as I stood face to face with my next opponent. "Come on."

My opponent carried a sword and shield and was very good with both, as I'd seen him using it these past few days. Probably the first real challenge I had, I was a little nervous, but one look at my sword reminded me why I was here and what I was capable of. I wasn't going to let this man throw me off.

As we fought, I quickly realised he wasn't going to tire out easily. As quick as he was skilful, he dodged all of my slashes, blocked all of my stabs and avoided all of my feigned shots. He was too good, keeping me on my toes. I was growing tired as the minutes dragged on and he knew this, using it as his opportunity to slam his shield against me, knocking me back. I tuned out the audience's reactions, shaking my head to get back into it.

I let him believe he was going in for a strike before rolling out the way and slashing the back of his legs. He groaned as he spun around, blocking my next hit. This seemed to piss him off as he came at me quick and hard, striking every second and driving me further and further backwards. One sturdy hit with his shield and I was on my back. Just as he tried to strike me, I rolled out the way and stood up, putting some distance between us.

Collecting myself, I saw that he pulled his shield over him once more and knew I needed to use that to my advantage. He wasn't going to let it go, no matter how hard I hit it. And I was already growing tired, my body battered and bruised, my energy depleting. If he kept going like this, he'd surely win. And I couldn't let him.

A stupid idea came to my head and I figured it was worth a shot if I was already losing. Why not?

Running directly at my opponent, I watched as he tucked in, shield up and ready to block my hit. Just when he was about to shove it towards me, I used the momentum to jump on it, over his head and hitting the ground, just about. I was so shocked it worked that I almost forgot to use his own surprise to my advantage. Without wasting a second, I spun around and smacked the hilt of my sword at the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. Worried I'd hit him too hard, I kneeled down to listen in.

When he let out a breath, I sighed with relief and stood up, eyes closing for a moment. Then the stands shook as everyone stood up, cheering and yelling and clapping, and I opened my eyes with a smile. As I waved my sword hand in the air, bowing, the cheering only intensified and I couldn't stop grinning. Admittedly, the thrill of it all got to my head and I began to show off, waving to the crowd on all sides. Just because I could, I twiddled my sword on the tip of my gloved forefinger in the air and threw it up before catching it by the hilt. The crowd seemed to love it and a grin was permanently fixed on my face as I left the grounds to return to my tent.

"That's the loudest I've ever heard them," Y/B/N said as soon as he saw me. "What did you do?"

"Whatever I could," I said between a laugh, before pulling off my helmet. "Get me out of this, I'm so hot."

He chuckled and helped me out of it, and I helped him into it as usual. Giving him his sword and helmet, I sent him off before taking a deep breath and drinking lots of water. My body was aching and there were definitely bruises all along my legs and chest, but I didn't care because that was insane. How the hell did I manage that?! Whatever it was, it was incredible and I couldn't wait to do it again in my next fight.

Y/B/N returned after soaking in the glory, pulling off the armour and ready to help me pack it all away, but to both of our surprises, Prince Arthur walked in the tent.

"Hello," he greeted awkwardly, before looking to Y/B/N. "You fought excellently today. I wanted to ask if you'd have a word with me outside."

I hid my smile as my brother nodded, exchanging glances with me before following after the prince. Prince Arthur was impressed by me? No way. There was no way! I'd have to fight him soon enough, since he was also competing, but who cared? He was impressed!

I tried to contain my excitement as I went about packing away my armour, stuck in my own daydream land. So much, in fact, that I didn't hear anybody enter the tent behind me.

"It's you!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a familiar voice came out of nowhere. Spinning around, I was surprised to see the Lady Morgana standing there with a shocked smile on her face.

"Huh?"

She licked her lips, stepping fully inside the tent and glancing behind her, before looking to me. Lowering her voice, she said, "It's you. The fighting out there. It's not your brother, it's you."

When I finally managed to stop getting distracted by her pretty smile and listened to what she was saying, my own smile faded.

Swallowing hard, I played dumb. "What? That's crazy."

I tried to busy myself with packing my bag whilst also panicking inside, but she kept going with it.

"The sword trick at the end," she stated with confidence. "Where you twirl it on your finger. You did the same thing when you beat your brother yesterday. It's you, isn't?"

I closed my eyes, cursing myself at my stupidity. The damned sword trick. Why did I have to let my cockiness get the better of me?

"Maybe," I admitted, turning to face her, and she smiled to herself.

"I bloody knew it! Well– okay, maybe I didn't, but it makes sense," she said. "Your brother acts like a completely different person out on the grounds compared to when he's literally anywhere else. Because it's not him."

I stayed quiet, both embarrassed that I'd been caught out and nervous to what it meant for me.

"Wait," she realised, pausing, and I could practically see her brain working everything out. Green eyes met mine as she asked, "The flower. Blowing me the kiss. That was... that was you?"

If only the earth could swallow me up there and then.

"I was committing to the role...?" I said dumbly, making me her chuckle. Beginning to panic even more now, I said, "Look, if I'm in trouble, please don't punish Y/B/N. He didn't even want to do this, but I made him. It was the only way I could compete. I just wanted to see how far I could get."

She furrowed her brows, a confused smile on her face. "Y/N, you're not in trouble."

I blinked, taken aback. "I'm not in... huh?"

"I won't tell a soul," she promised, expression softening. "Keep doing what you're doing. You've single-handedly impressed every member of the court, all the knights, the prince and the King himself. You're amazing, Y/N."

At her words, I began to smile, feeling a sense of pride take over. "Why are you doing this?"

She shrugged, playing coy. "Maybe it's women sticking together. Maybe it's because I enjoy watching you fight. Or maybe I don't want to see you getting punished for being such a good fighter."

I sighed quietly, a sense of relief spreading through me. "Whatever it is, thank you, my lady. Truly."

"It's Morgana," she corrected, eyes flickering between mine.

I pursed my lips to stop my smile from widening, and then she stepped forward and kissed my cheek, making me freeze at the contact.

"And thank you for the flower," she whispered in my ear, before stepping back.

My mouth went dry as I watched her red lips curled into a smile before she left the tent. I was certain I was as red as her lipstick, my heart racing in my chest. A grin soon formed on my lips and I couldn't stop.

Moments later, Y/B/N returned and seemed surprised with his chat with Prince Arthur, but I was too distracted thinking about Morgana, my cheek still tingling from her touch.

"The prince wanted to personally congratulate me on my progress thus far," Y/B/N shared. "He hopes to see me make it to the finals so he can see what I'm all about up close."

His words went in one ear and out the other. Did Morgana always smell of jasmine, I wondered?

"Seriously? I thought you'd be dying to know more," Y/B/N said with suspicion.

"What?" I finally tuned back in, kind of. "Yeah, that's great, Y/B/N."

He studied me curiously. "I just saw the Lady Morgana leave here. What did she want?"

"Huh?" I asked, half listening.

"Y/N!" he said, startling me.

Finally, his words settled and I answered, "She just wanted to compliment how great you did today."

"How kind," he said, not believing me.

I couldn't tell him that she actually knew the truth – he'd get cold feet and back out of the competition, and then I'd never get to prove myself. Besides, Morgana said she wouldn't tell anyone, so we were still good to go. What Y/B/N didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Wait," I said, finally acknowledging what he said earlier. "What did Prince Arthur say about me?"

Y/B/N groaned dramatically and grabbed the bag of armour, ignoring me. I was forced to chase after him, doing his head in about everything the prince said.

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

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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!

[* this indicates smut]

Merlin 🧙‍♂️

First time *

Moment alone *

Destruction and creation part one part 2

Morgana 🕯️

Destruction and creation part 1 part 2

Jealousy *

Gwaine 🗡️

Just hold me

Arthur 🛡️

There’s nothing here…

Gwen 🪻

There’s nothing here…

#bbc merlin x reader #bbc merlin x sibling reader #bbc merlin imagine #bbc merlin smut #bbc morgana #bbc merlin #bbc Merlin x fem reader #gwaine x fem reader #gwaine #arthur pendragon #merlin #morgana x merlin sibling reader #mommy morgana #morgana x reader smut #morgana x reader #morgana x fem reader #bbc morgana x reader #katie mcgrath #colin morgan

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togetherhearted · 5 months

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"You can't leave without letting me hug you first" for Morgana, Kai'sa and Sejuani, please?

Of course of course!

Would be delighted to. Hope this is fine!

YOU CAN'T LEAVE WITHOUT LETTING ME HUG YOU FIRST

Morning came too fast and soon you both would leave the bed;the warm furry covers and the body of your lover. Sejuani was the first to leave the bed, leaving a trail of cold from the moved covers. She was fast on her feet, despite the temperature. She wore her clothes and tied her hair. You watched her for a brief moment, admiring the strong physique of the woman of your heart before leaving the bed yourself. She was ready to leave when your voice halted her step. -You can't leave without letting me hug you first- You opened your arms. -Heh, you sure are a softie- Sejuani embraced you before leaving to take care of Bristle.

A smooth,motherly like voice stopped you from leaving the cave Morgana was resting in. The lady opened her arms with a small smile on her face. -You can't leave without letting me hug you first- Your heart melted and turned back to her. She wrapped her arms around you. Her wings followed after;not too tight around you to let you breathe. Her scent was soothing and now you didn't want to leave the hug anytime soon. -I'll be back shortly, I promise you- You begrudgingly left her arms. -Have a safe journey- You waved at her;stepping out into the morning sun.

-You can't leave without letting me hug you first- You said to her as she looked down to a corridor opened by a void creature. -You talk like I'm about to die- Kai'sa tried to ease the tension between you too;sighing when she felt her suit react at the vicinity to the corridor. -What if you do.What if you never come back- The woman frowned. You were about to give up when she hugged you tightly;resting her head on your shoulder briefly. -It's not the first time I venture there. I'll come back to you- Your arms held her close just a little bit longer before she could step out. The two of you exchanged a last affectionate look before she let herself fall. You watched her descend with hope in your heart.

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #Kai'sa #Kai'sa x reader #Morgana #Morgana x reader #Sejuani #Sejuani x reader #x reader

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popawritter12 · 3 months

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Hihi! Could i request some yandere!morgana x fem! Reader headcanons? It could also be her in the star nemesis universe if you feel like it! (god i am in love with that woman) love ur works btw! Ur headcanons are always on point :3

Author's Notes: Of course! Actually I also liked writing the one-shot of Morgana Stellar Nemesis hehe.

Warnings!: Mention of physical torture, mention of mutilation, implied kidnapping, murder, deteriorating mental health, possible world destruction.

Yandere!Morgana x Fem! Reader headcanons

(Star Nemesis version)

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✯Probabilities that your loved ones will be murdered.

Killed? Nah

Tortured to the point that their existence is reduced to a mere rag doll with the ability to barely think? Yeah.

And, talking seriously, she seems like someone who wants to get the most "potential" out of someone instead of just "take care" of them.

✯First impressions

You were selected to be a star guardian. You were someone who wasn't very talkative, but who loved and cared for your team as if it were the last thing you did in all of your life.

You were especially affectionate with friends in your group, they were the people you trusted most in the entire world.

And it was more than obvious that you detested Morgana because of her love for tormenting your friends.

✯Fall in love

It was strange, but your first encounters with her, Morgana didn't torture you or chase you or threaten you, was especially strange, more so because you realized that… she knew you before.

She had taken several different forms to stalk you. You were the one who stayed away from the group the most due to personal problems, and she was surprised that you were quite cautious, and it was difficult for you to generate a bond of trust with unknown people.

Because of your constant state of alert, she began to consider it "fun" to bother you excessively. Therefore, she left the other guardians quite aside to stalk you.

✯Beginning of "Yanderism"

She slowly started to discover more things about you, and I don't mean just seeing who your best friends are.

Where you live, what food you like, where you usually go when you are bored, stressed or sad. Everything stopped being fun, and it became a pleasure or a hobby to stalk you to the extreme.

✯First murder or Yandere act.

The first act that she gonna to commit is going to be someone you hate. For she dont care if it's a teacher, a classmate who bothers you a lot, or even a family member with questionable attitudes, anything counts.

She doesn't jump straight to murder or kidnapping, she plays with her victim as if they were a limited-use toy. And when she gets bored, she simply throws it away, like a broken toy, without use or purpose.

✯Relationship or kidnapping

It is more than obvious that it will be kidnapping. Lets gonna say that is two different cases.

In the first case, she kidnaps you in the middle of the events of the graphic novel, holding you until the guardians return to save you from Morgana's hands.

But.... in the worst case, she has no mercy whatsoever.

If she sees your best friends as "too annoying", she will directly kill them, without games, without toys, just filling the battlefield with other people's blood, and decorating it with the corpses of those you love.

And you are the last one left standing, alone and with your last strength, you found yourself weak before her. And you couldn't do anything.

✯Coexistence

In both cases, for you it is hell, for her one of the most remarkable moments in her life.

You will always have something that keeps you in the house, whether it is a chain on your body, handcuffs on your wrists, a spell that always makes you return to her, or even a metal collar that ties you to wherever you are locked up.

As for her presence….She loves physical contact with you.

If you are smaller than her, she will hug you like a little girl hugging her teddy bear.

And if you are taller, she will hug you and snuggle into your chest or neck like a loving girlfriend.

There is no shortage of nicknames at any time. We talk about common nicknames like "honey", "baby", "sweetheart", "my love", etc… She loves to treat you as if you are always beneath her.

✯Marriage and family.

From minute 0 of the kidnapping, you are already her property. Family? Parents? Siblings? Why the HELL do you think they are still important in your life?

And in marriage….well, she's not interested, but she might see it as a possibility to have a wedding ceremony with you. Mostly because she loves the idea of putting you in a wedding dress ;).

↘In case it can, Children?

If we consider that we are talking about a woman who is capable of molding reality, I do not see the idea of "making" an heir between the two of you as impossible.

✯Bad ending

Taking the murder of all the star guardians and your confinement as a basis, her obsession with you becomes stronger and stronger.

Well, do you remember your partner? You know, your precious pet.

He/she was… the victim of Morgana's torments. His/her suffering depended solely on your obedience and behavior.

The more obedient and well-behaved you were, the more presence and health your pet would have.

But, if the opposite were to happen, we already know what happens, right?

Psychological torment to physical torture… Anything could happen to your pet, and that includes mutilations…

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✯Reasons to be Yandere:

-You already have a taste for what other people's agony is, what can happen if you fall in love?

-Basically, she exists solely to be the villain of the story, but… Does that excludes her from feeling… love?

-Adding on par with the previous one, has she ever even been able to allow herself to love someone? What if she allows it? Well, things would go from bad to worse…

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-She has a hard time understanding human relationships, and even more so the reactions you have to her displays of affection. It's so strange for her to see you whine or kick when she holds you in her arms.

-She is somewhat envious of your pet. You treat her so well and give her so much pampering, why don't you give that to her too?!

-She hates the idea of using physical torture on you. Maybe a manipulation here and there, but physically harming you is something she can't allow no matter how hard she tries.

-She likes the idea of exploring the world with you, for some reason, she wants to keep you safe while they observe what the world and the universe is like (This also applies to the possible destruction of your world)

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I'm gonna say that i loved to write this headcanons btw)

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supercorps-imaginesetc · 2 years

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don't you hear me howlin', babe?

Masterlist

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

Words: 980+

Anonymous said: Mistress! Morgana x Fem! Reader ,where reader says something that gets Morgana turned on ;)

“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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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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⭑ Being taken by her charm and mystery

⭑ You met when she was still at Camelot, but she was still planning to kill Uther

⭑ You were sent to court Arthur, but were too enamored by Morgana to even think of marriage.

⭑ You liked Merlin and Arthur - they welcomed you to Camelot with open arms. And you felt like you could stay there forever

⭑ But there was something about the cousin of the would-be King

⭑ You bring such light to Morgana - you always look on the brighter side of life. You’re hopeful and tentative

⭑ Merlin tries to keep you from Morgana. “She isn’t ... you shouldn’t be around her.”

⭑ Which doesn’t help

⭑ Because absence makes the heart grow stronger

⭑ Eventually you tell Morgana how you feel, even though you have no clue what she’s planning. And she’s stunned. Utterly and completely. Surely this is a trick? Who put you up to this?

⭑ You leave with Morgana and don’t care that she’s ‘evil.’

⭑ What makes a person ‘bad’, ‘evil’?

⭑ And why isn’t Uther seen that way?

⭑ You completely understand Morgana’s point of view, and definitely agree with her. (I mean, she has a point?)

⭑ And who is Arthur? One man? What makes Merlin so important?

⭑ You want Morgana to teach you magic, and she does. She shows you everything she knows.

⭑ Being so in love that you would sacrifice yourself for the other

⭑ Merlin tries to stop Morgana by turning his attention to you. And at first he thinks you might be under a spell, but to his horror, he realises that you’re not.

⭑ Arthur always lets you go free if he has you trapped, he doesn’t have the heart to kill you

⭑ You use this to your advantage

⭑ Her pet names for you are: ‘my love,’ ‘my heart,’ ‘my life’

⭑ No one dares talk back or down to you. You are Morgana’s partner, her other part, her betrothed.

⭑ Will never put you in the line of danger, and if someone hurts you, she will obliterate them

⭑ She loves doting on you, and will get her people to find you the most elegant dresses and jewelry

⭑ Likes brushing your hair and braiding it

⭑ Washes you in the evening, after a long day, while the two of you converse about the day, what you’ve found out and what to do next

⭑ You’re the only one who knows her plans

⭑ And she NEVER makes you involved (if you don’t want to be)

⭑ Morgana feels like she doesn’t deserve you, and tells you that you can go back to your family, or to Camelot. That she would never hurt you and you can be free.

⭑ But you’re always stunned by this -

⭑ You would rather die

⭑ She loves when you play with her hands, fingers, and palms. A shiver always goes down her spine when you do it.

⭑ You’re the only person who can truly make her laugh

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Pure and Confused (You) x In Denial (Morgana)

✧ “I care about you!” x “You shouldn’t!”

✧ Cheerful Optimist x Grumpy Asshole

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ She likes being dominated

⭑ And you’re usually the top

⭑ Which surprised Morgana incredibly, because you seemed to pure, so innocent?

⭑ “I know a lot of things my love, I’ve read about them!”

⭑ You love smutty books and read them out loud while Morgana is getting changed

⭑ She focuses a lot on your breasts; squeezing, massaging, and playing with them.

⭑ And she loves blood play - whether it’s from a bite, or period blood. It makes her feral.

⭑ Definitely into sex magic, and spells are extra strong while you’re having sex (if you’re curious it’s an actual real thing)

⭑ Morgana is quite loud, especially when she cums. She’ll moan your name, whining and panting as she reaches the height of her orgasm.

⭑ Likes to push you up against a wall and place her hands on the wall, either side of your head.

⭑ She feigns being the dominate one and everyone thinks you’re the sub but she will do whateVER YOU SAY

“On your knees, Morgana.”

“Yes, my love.”

⭑ Very good at aftercare - Morgana likes to keep you comfortable, safe and warm. She will set herself on fire if that meant you would be warm.

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dannyboy-writes · 3 months

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My Lady

You were gazing out the window while in the blacksmith’s workshop when your father started to speak. "y/n, the King has requested a new sword," he said, "you will bring it to him."

However, his voice went unnoticed, for Lady Morgana was walking around the city, and had you enchanted and utterly in love. Morgana Pendragon, the King’s ward no less, was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, and she always left you dazed.

“y/n… Have you heard me?”

“Hmm, sorry father, what?”

“You should know where you stand, young one. A smith has no business with a Lady.”

“I know, father,” you muttered. “You were saying something about a sword…”

“Yes, the King has requested a new sword, perhaps for his son now that he’s grown to a man, and you will bring it to him.”

You agreed, partly because you had to, and partly because it would be a nice opportunity to see Morgana, if you were lucky enough to go one of the days she left the castle.

You knew you were playing with dangerous forces, not as dangerous as Merlin was, but dangerous still.

That day you put your best clothes on - that being the shirt without any holes nor marks from working steel, and the best scarf you owned - and made your way to the castle. On your way there you saw some nice flowers and thought of giving them to the Lady, but quickly decided against it. It would be out of place.

“y/n,” greeted you a quite joyous Morgana, “I didn’t know you were coming to the castle today.”

She looked well rested, and for a second you thought of asking about her sleep before realising where you stood. Those were no topics for you to ask a member of royalty.

“Yes, my Lady, my father asked to bring King Uther the new sword he requested,” you said the most formally you could.

“Please, y/n, how many times have I asked you to call me Morgana.”

She had indeed mentioned it a few times, “Not enough, my Lady.”

She frowned, and the thought of having made a mistake made your stomach ache; but truly, was she expecting any different? You decided to shrug off the slight tension and your eyes wandered through the clear skies.

“The day is beautiful, my Lady. If you are lucky you might still find the birds singing over the camps, a bit further south. Beautiful flowers as well,” you mused.

The morning was definitely beautiful, and you had been lucky to have woken up when the sun was starting to rise. Maybe it would’ve been nice to have some more rest, but the way the sun hid and shone over the clouds made you appreciate the early rising.

Your father always said the morning was for working, either on the farm or the shop, but he rarely took notice of the beauty it held. It was like nothing you had ever seen.

“Sounds like a joy to see,” she started, “perhaps after you make your delivery you can show me the way?”

The question caught you off guard, but not in a negative way, “I- I’d love to.”

You were sure the heat in your face was becoming noticeable and excused yourself; you did have a delivery to make.

Morgana understood and left you to your vices, not before asking if you were available later that afternoon. You certainly were. Especially for the time when the sky was most beautiful. When the gloom of the moon was becoming visible, and the warmth was cool enough not to be overwhelming. That was the peak of beauty.

The delivery was rather fast, but it didn't bother you. Perhaps it was even for the best; now you had time to prepare yourself for the walk with Lady Morgana.

When the time came to go to the hills you parted towards them, and waited in the nearby cabin where you had both agreed to meet.

She was already there, leaning into the cabin’s wooden wall, and you felt slightly guilty for keeping her waiting but the feeling vanished when she saw you and greeted you with a smile.

You both walked up the hill to a nice resting spot you had found weeks prior. Just a nice tree with some prominent roots that acted as seats and with long branches that provided the perfect shade for sunny days. It had been your escape place for some time, but you were happy to share it with her.

It was quiet for a while, with nothing but the chirping of birds in the air, when Lady Morgana asked, “How did you find this place, y/n?”

"Oh, I was just walking and stumbled upon it really.” You shrugged.

You often found yourself wandering around the castle’s grounds, climbing hills and getting lost.

Morgana just stared at you. Her eyes gazing all over your face, stopping at your lips for a moment, quickly going back to your own eyes.

“Well, I think it’s beautiful.”

“It is…” You repeated, looking at Morgana.

"May I kiss you, my Lady?" You stuttered softly.

"Only if you call me Morgana.” She smirked.

“May I kiss you, Morgana?” You said, your face heating up.

“You may, y/n.”

#morgana x reader #merlin imagine

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iveer-y · 1 year

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i would love to do some x reader (platonic, romantic, or qpr) fics for p5 but i. literally dont know where to start !! i have a few ideas for platonic hcs so i might start w that,,even so go ahead and send me asks/prompts !!

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awhorrerstory · 4 months

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Is trust enough?

Part 1/?

Hello yall! I just started watching Merlin after watching supergirl and totally falling for Katie McGrath so I decided to write a book for Morgana because I choose gay sadness. I’m trying to make it slow burn but we’ll see how it goes, I’ll be writing as I go so slow updates! I’ve only found a few for Morgana with gxg so I hope I can do her justice! Thank you for reading! Also happy birthday to Katie McGrath!!!

Warnings: violence, gay panic, slight nsfw at the end.

Y/N was a girl around the age of five when her father became a knight of king Pendragon, her mother became a maid to the lady of the kingdom, leaving y/n to fend for herself. She often ran along the shore of a nearby river, where she often collected seashells of many shapes and colors. Her fascination focused on the shapes and animals that aligned the river. One foggy day, when y/n was 8, she was being stocked by a hungry lynx. The girl was too focused on a cute fish that was enjoying its time as the lynx slowly approached her.

Morgana Pendragon had run away from the castle; desperate to get out of that ‘boring old place’. Her guardian; the king of Camelot, ignored her and relayed on the servants to take care of his mistake. Morgana had stumbled upon the young girl at the stream, looking at her curiously as she played in the water but quickly realized the girl was in danger. Morgana drew her dagger, slightly worried that what she was taught for self defense was not enough to take down the wild cat, and the fact that she was only 10. Still, Morgana knew she could not stand by and let this girl be killed. She crept up on the approaching Lynx and struggled to keep quiet due to the leaves and sticks. The rustling alerts the cat and it turns, pouncing on Morgana causing her to cry out gaining y/n’s attention. Morgana stabs the cat but it only makes the animal more angry as it growls and scratches at her. Morgana held the jaw of the Lynx while it tried to bite her, y/n taking the discarded dagger and stabbing the beast over and over again from behind until it stopped moving. Morgana quickly pushed the lynx off of her and gasped as she continues to panic. “Hey! It’s okay I killed it!” Y/n assured the crying girl, grateful for the save. “M-my apologies, I tried saving you but…turns out you saved me.” Morgana smiles and extends her hand as Uther had taught her. “My name is Morgana, pleasure to meet you.” She says smiling at you. “Y/n, thank you for saving me.” The girl says gratefully.

Since then, the girls became close. Morgana often snuck out to meet her friend at the stream daily and y/n began to feel happy every time she’d see Morgana come to the shore and looked forward to seeing her. Morgana learned of y/n’s father being a knight of the king and y/n was told about Morgana’s routine at the castle. These meetups continued until Morgana was punished for being caught outside castle grounds and y/n thought the girl had died from the plague or ran away entirely from her home. Morgana came back a week later, bruises and markings on her skin she refused to talk about; but that day she asked y/n something she never had before: “do you want to come over?” Morgana asks softly as she approaches the y/h/c girl. Y/n looks back at her in curiosity. “Sure? Should I trust you though?” Y/n asks with an uneasy feeling, not knowing whom Morgana belonged to. “And what happened to you?” Y/n asks, examining Morgana’s face and arms. “It’s nothing. Will you come? Please?” Morgana looks at y/n pleadingly. “I want you to meet my father so he doesn’t worry I’m coming out to meet a man.” Morgana says rolling her eyes. After the 5 years of knowing each other, y/n never knew who Morgana really was, never knew she was royalty. “Alright. I’ll have to ask my father though.” Y/n says smiling at the green-eyed girl. Morgana smiles and nods, “tell him it’s the Pendragon house…” she mumbles glancing away from her friend. “You mean…king pendragon?” Y/n asks her voice laced with confusion. “I’m sorry-i didn’t tell you I was scared about how you might react and I was worried you wouldn’t want to be friends or anything if you knew who I was.” Morgana rambles, her anxiety getting the best of her. “So you’re the daughter of the king?” Y/n asks in confusion and surprise. “Not exactly…they call me the lady of the castle, whatever that means.” Morgana rolls her eyes causing y/n to giggle making Morgana smile. “There’s those dimples I love to see.” Y/n says placing her hand on Morgana’s shoulder. “Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend Morgana.” Y/n says causing the older girl’s heart to swell. Morgana hugs y/n, y/n hugs back, surprised but welcoming the affection. “I’ll come meet the king then…if it means that we can play together.” Y/n smiles pulling Morgana into the stream Morgana screaming out as her dress becomes soaked. “Y/n! What the hell?!” She yells while laughing and pulling the other girl into the stream with her causing y/n to gasp playfully before the girls began splashing each other and laughing. Morgana smiles and looks at her friend, both of them wet and giggling as they get out of the water. Morgana looks y/n up and down worriedly, “come with me, we can sneak into my room and you can get some dry clothes at least.” Y/n smiles at Morgana, “are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble Morgana…” she says worriedly, but Morgana shakes her head, “nonsense, come.” Morgana takes y/n’s hand, both the girls feeling a spark as their hands touch but deciding it was nothing but electricity. Morgana led y/n to her horse and y/n tenses up. “Come now, you’re not afraid of a horse are you? You must’ve rode before with your father.” Morgana teases as she helps the girl onto the horse, “I-i have but never with anyone else…” y/n says nervously as Morgana gets on behind her, her arms wrapping around y/n while reaching for the reigns. Y/n feels a rush of blood to her cheeks feeling Morgana’s arms around her. Shes unsure why, maybe she was nervous about the horse…right. Y/n held onto the saddle as the girls rode through the forest and towards the castle, Morgana’s arms tightening around y/n as the horse ran faster. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” Morgana assures y/n as they rode. Y/n’s heart only quickened at Morgana’s words and Morgana was just as confused. It felt right to hold y/n, her heart continually pounding around the girl she met 5 years ago. Y/n had showed Morgana a world the castle never could and she was very grateful for their newfound friendship.

After the 5 years of knowing each other, y/n never knew who Morgana really was, never knew she was royalty. “Alright. I’ll have to ask my father though.” Y/n says smiling at the green-eyed girl. Morgana smiles and nods, “tell him it’s the Pendragon house…” she mumbles glancing away from her friend. “You mean…king pendragon?” Y/n asks her voice laced with confusion. “I’m sorry-i didn’t tell you I was scared about how you might react and I was worried you wouldn’t want to be friends or anything if you knew who I was.” Morgana rambles, her anxiety getting the best of her. “So you’re the daughter of the king?” Y/n asks in confusion and surprise. “Not exactly…they call me the lady of the castle, whatever that means.” Morgana rolls her eyes causing y/n to giggle making Morgana smile. “There’s those dimples I love to see.” Y/n says placing her hand on Morgana’s shoulder. “Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend Morgana.” Y/n says causing the older girl’s heart to swell. Morgana hugs y/n, y/n hugs back, surprised but welcoming the affection. “I’ll come meet the king then…if it means that we can play together.” Y/n smiles pulling Morgana into the stream Morgana screaming out as her dress becomes soaked. “Y/n! What the hell?!” She yells while laughing and pulling the other girl into the stream with her causing y/n to gasp playfully before the girls began splashing each other and laughing. Morgana smiles and looks at her friend, both of them wet and giggling as they get out of the water. Morgana looks y/n up and down worriedly, “come with me, we can sneak into my room and you can get some dry clothes at least.” Y/n smiles at Morgana, “are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble Morgana…” she says worriedly, but Morgana shakes her head, “nonsense, come.” Morgana takes y/n’s hand, both the girls feeling a spark as their hands touch but deciding it was nothing but electricity. Morgana led y/n to her horse and y/n tenses up. “Come now, you’re not afraid of a horse are you? You must’ve rode before with your father.” Morgana teases as she helps the girl onto the horse, “I-i have but never with anyone else…” y/n says nervously as Morgana gets on behind her, her arms wrapping around y/n while reaching for the reigns. Y/n feels a rush of blood to her cheeks feeling Morgana’s arms around her. Shes unsure why, maybe she was nervous about the horse…right. Y/n held onto the saddle as the girls rode through the forest and towards the castle, Morgana’s arms tightening around y/n as the horse ran faster. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” Morgana assures y/n as they rode. Y/n’s heart only quickened at Morgana’s words and Morgana was just as confused. It felt right to hold y/n, her heart continually pounding around the girl she met 5 years ago. Y/n had showed Morgana a world the castle never could and she was very grateful for their newfound friendship. These different reactions began shortly after Morgana officially became a woman. Her eyes began to roam and she caught herself staring at y/n on different occasions.

Shortly after they departed, Morgana and y/n reached the castle, Morgana helping y/n off the horse and pulling her through the castle to her chambers. “Go ahead and pick something out, I’m going to have Gwen prepare a bath for me.” Morgana says as y/n looked around the room in awe. She hasn’t been in a room as big before, “Morgana this is…” “too big and bland?” Morgana finishes with a roll of her eyes, quickly stripping away her wet clothes. Y/n laughs and turns to Morgana, “No I was going to say it’s“ she paused as she saw Morgana without her dress her breath caught in her throat as she blushes and feels a stir within her. “Quite breathtaking.” Y/n finishes with a hint of lust in her words as she looked away from Morgana.

The king didn’t mind y/n. He was glad Morgana had something to entertain her little did he know that y/n and Morgana had growing feelings for each other. They spent their time together and Morgana was the happiest she’s ever been, and so was y/n. But the two wanted more, both not knowing what the other thought, though their tension obviously growing. Morgana often found herself having dreams of the two of them together…hands caressing each other, lips on one another and fingers buried inside each other. Morgana often woke in a sweat, but at least it wasn’t a nightmare…

Morgana met up with y/n at the stream her eyes roaming along her friend once more before greeting her; “y/n.” The girl looks up at Morgana, smiling at her. “Hello Morgana.” Y/n says, standing up and hugging her best friend. Morgana hugs back holding y/n tightly, “could I sleep over tonight? At your house.” Morgana asks causing y/n to look at her curiously, “my house? There’s much more room in yours-” “I don’t want to be there tonight.” Is all Morgana says while not meeting y/n’s eyes. Y/n nods and stands up to get a good look at Morgana. “Okay. We can. I’ll meet you in town and we’ll go okay?” Morgana nods and she smiles gently, “thank you y/n. I’ll see you at 6.” She says, getting back on her horse and riding back to the castle. Soon enough, Morgana met up with y/n in the town square, getting off of her horse and looking for her friend, who hugged her from behind surprising her. “Y/n, you scared me. Ready for our sleepover?” Morgana asks turning and returning the hug. Y/n smiles, “indeed, I love spending time with you Morgana.” She says as the two begin the walk back to y/n’s parent’s house. They go in and as usual no one was home. Her father being a knight and her mother a servant in the castle meant they weren’t around much. Y/n and Morgana walk into the kitchen and y/n prepared drinks for them while Morgana relaxed on the lounge in the main room. Y/n came in with two cups and offered one to Morgana as she sat down next to her. Morgana thanked y/n and they began to drink together and Morgana discussed things she would do if she was ruler. Y/n listened and smiled at Morgana’s rules and nodded along, agreeing to the changes she wanted to make. “Morgana, there’s another reason you wanted to stay here wasn’t there?” Y/n asks, almost knowingly. She could tell by the way Morgana tensed up at the mention of the king, the way she’d grow cold if y/n ever mentioned that Morgana looked hurt or bruised. “Well…it is my birthday.” Morgana admits smiling at y/n causing the girls eyes to widen. “Oh goodness! We better get plastered then!” She says giggling as she pours more ale for them. Morgan’s laughs as y/n rasies her glass, “to 20?” She preposes almost as a question causing Morgana to giggle and nod raising her own glass to clink with y/n’s. “To many birthdays together.” She says her dimples on display as they drank the ale. Soon after more drinks the two of them were a bit tipsy and Morgana grew more bold…

“Y/n, I’ve been…having these dreams-” “the nightmares again?” She takes her hand, “are you okay?” Y/n asks worriedly. “N-no…those are terrible too yes but I’ve been…having dreams about you, about us.” She says looking at the y/e/c eyed girl. “What do you mean?” Y/n asks softly, unsure of what Morgana meant. Morgana sighs; “they’re…good dreams but, very intimate…I wake up feeling quite flustered.” She says her eyes meeting y/n’s nervously. Y/n’s eyes widened in realization, “oh…I mean, how long have you been having them?” Y/n asks, blushing from the alcohol. Right. Morgana looks away at her glass, “a few years now…I just…didn’t want to ruin what we’ve had. I don’t know what I’m feeling for you y/n.” Morgana says looking a bit distraught. “It’s okay I’ve been…having these thoughts too. I thought it was wrong, the king declared same sex relations a sin, and here I am, having erotic dreams about his ward.” Morgan’s chuckles smiling and looking to y/n with something in her eyes that y/n hadn’t seen before.

“Trust me, I know how it feels.” Morgana says chuckling again and turning to her friend. “But I also know it feels right when I hold you, and when you take my hand in yours.” Y/n shakes her head, “you’re just saying this because you’ve been drinking-” “no.” Is all she says before grabbing y/n by the chin and kissing her softly. Y/n kissed back, not wanting to push the older girl away whatsoever. “Morgana…” she mumbled breathlessly against her lips as they pulled apart, Morgana wanting to make sure y/n was comfortable. Morgana kissed y/n again, pulling her onto her lap as y/n slips her tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Morgana humming in pleasure at the new feelings and meeting her desires. Her hands go to y/n’s breasts, squeezing and groping them as y/n whimpered into the kiss. Morgana tries to stand up but found her legs were too shaky to do so, causing both girls to giggle. “Apparently I’m too excited to lift you, so let’s go to your room.” She says softly as she tucks stray hairs behind y/n’s ear sweetly. The girls make their way into y/n’s room, shutting the door behind them as Morgana begins kissing y/n again, this time more rough and desperate. Her hands grabbing what they could as Morgana pushed y/n against her bed, “Morgana we shouldn’t…” y/n mumbles as Morgana continues to kiss her, “what? Are you okay?” Morgana asks worriedly. “No I’m scared it’ll ruin what we have, please we can’t.” Y/n says reluctantly pushing morgana onto her back. Morgana sighs and nods, “You’re right I’m sorry…” she mumbles softly as she catches her breath. Y/n hugs Morgana, and they cuddle. Morgana feels like she’s about to fall asleep so she drifts off leaving y/n confused on what just happened and still wrapped in her best friend’s embrace.

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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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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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I see. Then, how about Firecracker Sejuani, Sugar Rush Evelynn and Blackthorn Morgana with short S/O, who tends to get vey angry when someone mentions their height (yes, that definitely not give Riddle Rosehearts vibes). Also I sent that request earlier, in August, but I guess tumblr devoured it.

Tumblr being tumblr I guess. Not the first time something like this happens.

Happy you wanted to give it another try!

Hope this is fine.

FIRECRACKER SEJUANI, SUGAR RUSH EVELYNN AND BLACKTHORNE MORGANA WITH A SHORT S/O

-Should I send Bristle after them?- Sejuani was eyeing you from the food stall. You were gripping the frying pan so tightly your knuckles were almost white. -No, No I'm fine...- You took a nice big breath before going back to cook;unironically, on a stool. -You sure?I'm sure my little baby would not mind going after them- Your eyes glanced at the person that insulted you walking far far away. -...Go on- -..sweet-

Your anger was suppressed by a candy popped in your mouth by your lover. Evelynn watched you biting the sphere, your mood improving slowly. -Better? -Mh. Better- Evelynn swirled her own candy around her tongue -If they made you so mad I can take care of them~- You tried to use your lover for petty revenge, but it was a fact that Evelynn loved torturing others so you just gave her a nod. Her smile wickered.

Morgana had to physically stop you from knocking someone down. This stranger had to dare comment on your height, making you throw a fit. The woman stopped you and gave you a soothing caress on your face before using her binding to stop the man from running. -I hope you like suffering because if you make my lover mad I won't hesitate...- Her sweet voice betrayed her action as she ran full force towards the chained man.

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popawritter12 · 10 months

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Yandere! Morgana x Star Guardian! Reader

Yandere Characters: Morgana.

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 or 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨game:League of Legends, Star Guardians skin series. Case: Kidnapping, manipulation and drugs. Part:1 of 1 Requirement: Yes

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The dark was still something you dreaded; Since you were little, you wanted to be strong above all, but it was impossible for you. Even when you became the third known male Star Guardian, you always concealed that irrational phobia of the dark, because you didn't want other people to take you for a weakling or a fag.

You knew that none of them was going to criticize your way of acting in the face of darkness, but that insecurity was never something you could control, it was always as if your mind was slowly submerged in an ocean of fear and pure terror, reaching the point of touching with a panic attack when you were not accompanied by someone

The only one who knew about this was Ekko, who is your best friend from childhood. He always supported you and sought to give you the greatest security when you are with him, he was an excellent friend to you.

And maybe that was why the times she kept you captive in that always dark room only caused your sanity to decay faster.

As your head rested on the woman's lap, she caressed your face with her fingertips and the edge of her fingernails.

It had only been 5 months since you disappeared, your best friends were now quite nervous about what happened to you. Taliyah, one of the closest women to you after your mother and your relatives, was the last to see you, as she confronted Morgana when she tried to kidnap you, but in the end, she did not have enough strength to defeat her, and at In the end she ended up in the hospital, almost in intensive care.

But it was all useless, you tried to defend yourself when she locked you up, but you didn't have to be very smart to realize that you had a phobia of the dark, it was strange for her to see you so trembling when I turned off the lights, you even screamed in fear, trying to pull the chains abruptly, and exerting strength on your legs to be able to run when she slowly closed the door, and that had only been the first night there.

That night, while she arranged the papers from the stupid school in which she had to pretend to be a teacher, she remembered your moment of panic, for which a sadistic smile graced her face as her hands went to her cheeks, exerting some pressure on her cheeks. of the happiness I felt at that moment.

She had found a way to finally bring you down, to bend you to the point where you would break and be hers, a pretty little doll of her, which she could use and caress until she finally crushed the Star Guardians.

She also used your best friends and your best friend, Ekko, to manipulate you and force you to accept being with her, that day she gave small jumps of happiness while she remembered how you cried in her arms and sticking your head to her chest with affection, passing the tips of his fingers for your back and your hair, in turn that you repeated;

---No, no, don't do anything to them…

The mere fact of remembering that she was in charge of comforting you like a girlfriend comforts her boyfriend in difficult moments gave her an emotion capable of making her give a small cry of euphoria that she felt.

Maybe you were already at the beginning of Stockholm syndrome? That, although she did not know him, seemed perfect to make you fall.

And the emotion that the simple fact of remembering each moment full of sweetness between the two of you gave her haunted her for even more than 5 months, if she could kiss every part of your skin, adore your eyes and make an altar uniquely and exclusively for each of you. In the moment she was spending with you, she would, but she was too busy taking out the Star Guardians, so it's going to take a little longer, but she has plans for the future, when she finally finds you and her son in your arms. , or something similar is what he fantasizes about.

She doesn't know how many millennia it had been since she first felt this way, but she loved him. Even if she knew that you weren't immortal, that one day you would die and she would have to look for you again, she would do it a thousand times more just to feel close to her.

Remembering that, she clings her nails to your hair a little more, while you slept peacefully on her lap, she wanted to have you there for the rest of eternity, and she would do that.

Even if before humans were only a toy for her, now she loved that a human as weak as you is that she fell madly in love with her.

Because for her, the fact that you are weak and easy to break was something almost exquisite for her, she smiled the moment she saw you in a ball on the ground, almost resisting the urge to throw herself on top of you and hug you with all her might, and it's also because of that can not stop giving you love.

In its

storm of thoughts, you woke up out of nowhere, realizing that you were in her lap, so you felt the blood rise to your cheeks almost instantly and you moved a little away from her.

Out of fright, she looked at you, trying to understand what had happened to you, your face had been reluctant and disgusted by the situation, your body language only gave the signal for her to move away, and you touched your head with both hands, with some concern , Before talk.

---W-What are you supposed to do? ---It was what you asked.

---she was letting you sleep on my lap, isn't that what a good girlfriend does? --- She mentioned, changing her face to an irritated one.

She pressed her fingers into her palm, exerting force on her knuckles from your sudden rebellion.

---No, don't do it anymore ---You answer, getting up from the chair in which they were.

Her anger showed her characteristics, her brow furrowed, she tightened her grip on hers and suddenly got up from the chair.

--- Why isn't she supposed to do it anymore? --- she asked you, this time approaching you.

---I never asked you to do it ---You answer, stepping back.

She gets even angrier, her shackles lift off the ground, and her wings flutter slightly.

--- (Name), you better not answer me like that --- she hints at you, claiming that she was on the brink of attack.

---What will you do if I don't listen to you? I can speak, as long as I have my tongue, I will use it to tell you over and over again; I don't love you, and I never will.” You challenge her, pointing your finger at her.

Then, a smile escapes from her lips, before speaking back to you.

---You don't remember our basement, do you? --- she tells you, moving her head a little to the side of her.

But you didn't panic, you didn't even back down, you just scoffed.

---Your little fucking basement is not going to do anything to me, Morgana ---It was what you answered.

At that moment, she noticed that you weren't acting like you normally did after repeatedly threatening and manipulating you, you weren't behaving properly. And that seemed irritating to him.

Before she could speak, she remembered what she had worn a week ago on you; drugs.

A strong substance and only known to her and Syndra; Slab heart.

In most humans, she found that it was perfect for them to fall in love with the first person they see after consuming it, but it seems to have had a negative effect on you.

At that moment, she watched as you rushed towards her, almost in a state of absolute rage, as if you were ready to kill her.

At that moment, one of her chains grabbed your arms and attached them to your body instantly, encircling your entire back and abdomen in the process. Then, she forced you to stay suspended in the air due to her shackles.

--- I see that I shouldn't have used that crap on you, but it doesn't bother me, I know how to get it out of you --- She mentioned, snorting from the anger she had kept.

She took you to a separate room, in which everything was pure white, where there were only two pieces of furniture; a bed, and a small shelf with a lamp above it, which could illuminate a lot. She left you there bound with chains on your wrists and ankles, until she finally finds a cure for the strange negative effect she had on you.

She, before closing the door, with a heavy sigh and taking one of her hands to her forehead, said:

---This is going to be a very long day.

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