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okay unfortunately i am back in your askbox bc you asked whether anyone ships morgana with someone other than gwen. the answer is yes! multiple people, e.g. merlin. however, i specifically want to pitch: morgana and lancelot...

OKAY PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE ME. i have always side-eyed people who ship something based solely on its so-called 'potential' when they never actually interact. there's nothing wrong with it, but it's always baffled me. however. i need you to listen very closely and with an open mind. the witch whose bitterness and spite turned her into a power-hungry murderer, and the bravest and most noble of them all, who wishes only to serve. a woman whose heart was corrupted and a man whose heart is unfailingly pure. an aspirant queen and a perfect servant. he could save her. tbh. he could fix her. ok i'm kidding but DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M COMING FROM??? not to mention lancelot's cage fighting days when he got desperate. as honourable as he is, he knows what it is to be reduced by circumstance to something you hardly recognise. he knows what it is to become depressed, to see life through a dark tint. they can RELATE TO EACH OTHER. the most unlikely people from entirely different backgrounds can RELATE. they know the same people, as well, and lancelot's idea of them hasn't become embittered like morgana's has. they can talk to each other about these people.

we got ONE (1) scene in canon where they actually interacted, and it wasn't even actually lancelot, and yet it's SUCH A SERVE. lancelot serving under morgana is a CONCEPT. the things she says to him... she's literally so power-hungry and bitter by the time she summons him in 4x09 and yet she says, and i quote, "I thought it would please me, molding his mind. Instead, I feel curiously sad. He was once so mighty, and now he's nothing but a shade. I should be sorry to see him go." i know she was at least partially mocking him when she said, "For you are Lancelot, the noble, the brave, the honourable. You're everything the Knight's Code stands for," but. like. even fucking MORGANA, at this stage in the game, feels sad using lancelot as a tool. c'mon.

basically i'm just bitter over how the morgana arc played out and utterly obsessed with lancelot and want to explore every possible dynamic of his, whether or not they've actually interacted. i CAN and WILL gobble up my gwaincelot crumbs of lance shaking his head when gwaine chomps an apple and scares everyone in 4x01. i will do the same with morgana x lancelot. good day.

I AM DUMB. HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT MERGANA. I HAVE A TAG AND EVERYTHING.

But anyway no, I think I get what you mean about that Morgana & shade-Lancelot scene! And that quote!! It stood out to me as well!

the witch whose bitterness and spite turned her into a power-hungry murderer, and the bravest and most noble of them all, who wishes only to serve. a woman whose heart was corrupted and a man whose heart is unfailingly pure. an aspirant queen and a perfect servant. he could save her. tbh. he could fix her.

#no no i think you're onto something here #you're right IT'S A CONCEPT #IT'S A VIBE #morlance #< ??#is this anything?#asks #rarepair propaganda

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screamingatanemptyroom · 6 years

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Fictober18 Day 1

Original Fiction

Prompt: Can you feel this?

This is a continuation of the Aelfdane/Morlance story. Part 1 is found here.

I was alone once again in the darkness. It surrounded me, coating my skin, soaking into my lungs and making me whole. As I rested, I felt a strange sense of anticipation come over me.

Typically, after feasting like I had on the living force of the wicked, I would often sleep for centuries, sated, unwilling to involve myself too heavily in the world of men. After all, my existence was a counterpoint to light, a balance to the order of the world. Without me, the world would be plunged into chaos, as the wicked eagerly consumed all without fear. If I overstayed my welcome, however, the balance could tip the other way, and force the world to a tyrannical light that no one could refuse.

I hated my wretched existence, but I could not deny that it was needed.

This time, despite devouring many souls within the last few days, I felt myself wide awake, curious about what was going on behind the fairy vale.

“When I grow up, I will catch lots of really bad guys so you always have something to eat.”

I thought over the fairy child’s curious words from earlier that day, unable to suppress my curiosity.

I wonder if he will keep his promise.

I had never had a disciple, unlike the gods of light, love and harvest. As the god of darkness, many claimed to follow me, but the wickedness in their heart and their vile intentions instead led them to become sources of nourishment to my power. They foolishly believed that by indulging in their evil intentions that I would reward them. They paid for their mistake with their lives.

What would it be like to have a true disciple? The concept baffled the mind. Consumed by my thoughts, I found myself pacing outside the vale, the barrier between the realm of the gods and the fairy world.

“Morlance? What are you doing hanging around the vale?” A calm voice spoke out, startling me. I glanced over, spying a being who appeared like a beautiful woman, a lazy smile crossing her face. It was Eldra, the god of love. I felt her curious gaze and stopped my pacing, unable to completely hide my altered mood.

“It’s nothing, I just had a strange encounter.” I glanced at the shimmering wall that separated me from the fairy world. “I’m curious to see how a child of the fae grows up to be.”

Eldra chuckled. “You? Interested in a living being? That child must be quite wicked to have caught your gaze.”

I shook my head. “It’s not like that.”

“Well, either way, make sure you stay far from the fairy realm.” She smiled, but the expression wasn’t friendly. “They have their own gods, and would not appreciate your interference.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I forced myself away from the vale, moving back to my corner of the realm. I felt her eyes on my back as I walked away, making me uncomfortable.

I stayed away for a century or two. Desperately wishing to sleep, I tossed and turned, but couldn’t quite take my mind off of the small fae child and his promise. He should be grown up by now, right? Unable to rest, the emptiness in my belly drove me back into the world of men, searching for something to fill me.

I wandered the earth, looking for someone evil enough to truly sate my hunger. Perhaps then I would be able to rest, and put the matter of the strange boy from my mind. I passed over many smaller wicked souls, not satisfied with the paltry sacrifice they would provide.

It was then that I heard my name called.

Morlance

A sacrifice? It had been millennia since someone had called my name correctly. Typically those that tried to sacrifice to me simply called me the Dark Lord or the God of death. They didn’t know my true name or appearance, often shocked if I truly did appear. Curious at who had the knowledge of my name, I transported myself over to the place the call came from.

It was a beautiful scene of slaughter.

Before me on the ground lay a man at death’s door. A sacrificial knife protruded from his chest. He maintained his breath, his eyes wide and his face pale. I moved closer, intoxicated by the smell of evil coming from him.

What a wonderful sacrifice.

“He was a murderer, a rapist and a thief. The blood of the innocent stains his hands. A perfect choice for my first sacrifice to you.” A voice came from behind me, sounding amused. I turned, distracted from my prey, unable to hold back a quiet gasp of surprise at the sight that greeted me.

Green hair. Transparent wings. Familiar golden eyes. Similar features to the boy I had seen centuries ago, but now on a fully grown adult fairy. A smile stretched across his face as he studied me in kind.

“You haven’t changed from when we last met.” A laugh was hidden behind his words.

“Aelfdane?” My voice was incredulous, cracking on the single word.

“You remember me.” He seemed pleased his smile widening as I named him. “I kept my promise, Morlance. I grew up to be the strongest. I left the fairy realm and I found the perfect sacrifice for you so that you can feed properly.” He gestured to the dying man on the floor. “Please enjoy.”

The murderer let out a frightened shriek, muffled by the gag in his mouth. Unconcerned, I stepped forward, reaching out a glowing hand to touch his forehead. I sighed with relief as the remainder of his life energy filled me, the wickedness within it nourishing my power. Once it was complete I looked back at the fairy with a contented grin.

“Did I do well?” He seemed eager for praise.

“Truly outstanding.” I didn’t hesitate. Moving closer until I was only a step away, I looked carefully into his eyes. “Will you become my disciple?”

“No.”

I did not expect such an answer. Startled, I hid the hurt from my eyes and nodded at him carefully, throwing myself back into the realm of the gods before he could speak further.

“Morlance!” He called after me, but I ignored him.

Why are you shocked? Who would want to serve the dark with you?

I laughed bitterly at myself, wiping away my tears. After all, I knew the fate of those who served me. Even if he started innocent, the longer he served the darkness, served me, the more corrupted he would become. The more sin that clung to him, the harder it would become to resist taking him to sate my never ending hunger. It was better if we never spoke again. I resolved myself, feeling better.

His next sacrifice arrived ten years later.

I couldn’t help it, it smelled amazing. I drifted closer despite my determination. Another completely wicked person, near death. I absorbed them, and looked at the individual standing nearby. He smiled at me, his gaze never wavering as I took in the energy from his sacrifice.

“Did I do well?” He asked again.

I nodded, backing away to keep distance between us. I could smell it, faintly, the scent of darkness that clung to him. Aelfdane had only performed a few sacrifices and I was already tempted to take his life energy. How frightening. I fled back to the realm of the gods, hoping he would not call upon me again.

Despite my hopes, every ten or twenty years, whenever he would find a suitably wicked person, and he would sacrifice them. Each time sated my hunger, and each time he would ask for my approval. I tried to keep my distance, the every growing scent of darkness on him taxed my self restraint. I was horrified by my own weakness.

He’s not even your disciple. My heart grumbled at me as I struggled within myself. Why shouldn’t you take his life energy?

But still, the thought of destroying him filled me with sadness, and so our awkward interactions continued.

“Why don’t you ever come to the fairy world?” He asked me one day, curious. I had just eaten, taking the energy from the sacrifice on the ground. Despite his tempting smell, this was the easiest time to interact with him, with the worst of my hunger satisfied.

“The world of the fae has its own rules, its own gods. I cannot go there, not without incurring the wrath of the Old Ones.” I smiled bitterly. “They are much more powerful than I am. I would easily be destroyed.”

Gradually, our conversations grew longer, more involved. Despite the torture of avoiding the temptation to devour him, listening to him speak, to him laugh, made me smile as well. It was the only brightness in my life, a speck of joy that I guarded jealously, terrified of it being taken away.

Years passed, and finally I couldn’t help it, I asked him once again.

“Aelfdane, you have offered sacrifices to me for centuries now, will you truly not become my disciple?” I held my breath, desperate to hear his answer.

“No, I cannot.” His voice was sad.

I felt something within me snap. Anger flared deep within my being. I walked forward, until only inches separated us.

“Then you must stop these sacrifices, fairy.” My voice was dark and filled with rage, almost unrecognizable. “The darkness clings more and more to your beautiful soul.” I held up a hand, holding it millimeters to his face, smiling. “The next time you call upon me, I will no longer resist, I will devour you.” It would be so easy to move my hand the miniscule distance between us, and touch him, but to do so would take his life. I held back.

“Morlance…” He looked desperate, trying to explain. I was not interested.

“Enough.” I went back to the realm of the gods, bitter and angry.

It’s for the best. I thought as I hugged myself tightly. Otherwise he will only end up hurt one day. Tears ran silently down. I let them fall. Even gods needed to cry every once and a while.

He didn’t call me again. Centuries passed. I felt relieved and sad at the same time. I often thought about him, unable to fall into my usual slumber. Was he happy? Had he moved on to live his life, forgetting me and the darkness that surrounded me? I hoped so, despite the grief that clung to my every thought of him.

Morlance.

I felt him call out again. Startled, I looked up. It was not coming from the world of men, but the fairy world. I walked towards the barrier, listening hard, trying to sense what I could.

It was a sacrifice, one that smelled more delicious than any other.

I plastered myself against the vale, curiosity winning over. Why would he sacrifice someone within the fairy world? I wondered. He knew I was barred from there. I tried harder to sense the nature of the sacrifice performed, and felt my eyes widen with shock. I recognized the scent of the sacrifice.

Wordlessly, I began to slam myself against the magical barrier, over and over. It hurt, the magic burned my flesh and melted my bones, but still I tried to break it.

“Morlance! What are you doing!” Elder had been nearby, and had spotted my desperation, trying to stop me. “You can’t break the barrier!

I didn’t pause in my attempts to break through. “He’s dying. I can’t let him die.”

She pulled my arm, “Even if you did make it through, the gods of the fairy world would destroy you!”

I thought back to the smiling face in my heart, the one that had changed the last centuries of my existence. “If he can be saved, I would accept such an ending.”

“You would give up everything for him?” She seemed shocked. I shook her off, unwilling to waste any more time.

“Without hesitation.” I flung myself against the barrier again.

“They really are similar.” I almost didn’t hear her whispered words in my frantic attacks on the vale.

Finally, I felt it give way, and with a shout a triumph I pushed my way through…

Running directly into someone’s arms.

Confused, I stepped back, looking at the god I disturbed. I had never met any of the gods of the fairy world. I hoped they would spare me long enough to save Aelfdane’s life. Even as I was thinking this, preparing my argument to beg to be let past, my thoughts stuttered to a halt.

Before me, wearing the aura of a god, was Aelfdane.

“What…?” I stared at him, confused, unable to ask what was going on.

He smiled at me, the same familiar smile he gave me every time. “Hello Morlance.”

Eldra chuckled. “You actually succeeded, fairy, congratulations.”

He nodded at her words. “Thank you, Eldra.”

I felt like I was three steps behind. “You know Eldra?”

She smiled. “He asked for a favor, to be able to be with the one he loved. I simply pointed him in the right direction, I never thought he would pull it off.”

“Pull off what?”

Aelfdane grinned, moving past the vale. “I gathered darkness upon myself, and offered my body as a sacrifice to the gods. In return, I asked for one wish granted. “

He was now very close. I swallowed, feeling inexplicably nervous. “What was the wish?”

“Can you feel this?” His question was soft, I felt his hand rest gently on the side of my face. I jerked slightly, surprised, but he was unaffected by the contact. He was not affected by my touch? I nodded in answer to his question.

“Then my wish was granted.” He laughed, stepping forward and enveloping me in a hug.

Eldra sighed. “It looks like they’ve granted you status of the god of the vale.”

“Yes.” He didn’t let go of me, simply glancing over at the smiling god. “I will serve as the guardian of the border between the gods of men and fairies. “

“Excuses.” Her voice was amused.

“It works in my favor, so of course I’m willing to take on extra duties. “

I was overwhelmed, having not touched another living being in almost centuries. “So… I’ll be seeing you more often?”

I felt him laugh. “I would hope so.” He looked into my eyes, the familiar golden now glowing with an aura of power. “I couldn’t be your disciple, Morlance, sorry.”

“It’s ok.” I shook my head. “No one should serve the darkness…”

“You misunderstand.” His hand rested on my head. “I wanted to be much more than that.” He hugged me again.

“Let’s spend eternity together.”

I chuckled quietly, enjoying the contact.

“How interesting.”

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