Arthurian fanfic meme

[lucre_noin]

This is an arthurian fanfic meme.
A fanfic meme is a way to write new fanfictions with new prompts and requests.
It is quite easy, after reading the rules you may post a prompt and/or fill any of the other posted prompts.
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FILL (pt 1)

[pax_morgana]

Technically, they weren't really allowed to be wandering about at night like this, with no chaperone, but who would care to stop them? King Lot was asleep in his bed, and even if Queen Morgause wasn't there with him, she didn't care one way or the other what her sons got themselves up to. Gawain, as always, led the party. They were on foot this time, out by the rocks on the strand - a place their father had always forbidden them to be. No sons of mine will be seen climbing on rocks like low-born churls is what he said, but Gawain knew what he really meant to say: it's too dangerous. Just behind him, barefoot and with his shirt off, Mordred climbed deftly while the others slipped and stumbled over their feet. Of course Mordred had done this before: he was not Lot's son, so who would stop him from risking his neck out here? And as always, it seemed that Morgause's firstborn was intent on doing anything and everything he really oughtn't.

Catching Gawain looking at him, Mordred grinned in that cheeky way of his. "Just over the large rock is the tide pool I told you about. Shall we race to the top, brother?"

Gawain only snorted and looked beyond his elder half-brother, to see young Gareth on his bottom on the sand. He should have left the youngest boy behind, just as they always left Clarissant behind - on account of her being a girl, and Mother's favorite. But he'd begged with those sweet green eyes of his, and who could ever say no to that? Gawain slowly climbed back down the rocks to see what had gone wrong. Agravaine was laughing (what else?) and Gaheris knelt by, patting Gareth's shoulder.

"He turned his ankle," supplied Gaheris quietly in reply to Gawain's questioning look. To Gareth's credit, he wasn't crying although he looked as though he wanted to. The lad was only six, so no one would have blamed him for weeping. Carefully, with Gaheris' help, Gawain lifted Gareth onto his back.

"We ought to go back, then. Hear that, Mordred? We're going back!" Mordred waved to show he'd heard and, though he was clearly disappointed, began to climb quickly down. A foot or so away, Agravaine muttered something that, were Gawain's arms not already occupied, would have earned him a nice cuff on the head.

FILL (pt 2)

[pax_morgana]

"No." It was muffled and soft, but Gareth's protest was clearly heard, "I want to see Mordred's tide pool." Now he sounded as though he might cry. The boy was clever; he always knew just how to tug at a person's heartstrings. Nevertheless, Gawain knew he had to remain firm. He wouldn't see his little brother injure himself further over a little pool of water.

Hoping he sounded gentle, Gawain replied, "It isn't going anywhere. When your leg heals up, we'll go back to see it. Right now, we've just got to try to get back inside unseen." He looked across the faces of each of his brothers. If they were caught, there would be a beating for each of them - even Mordred, whom he knew Lot would blame for this excursion. It had been his idea, but Gawain had allowed it to happen. He pursed his lips and started back across the beach. The rest of the Orkney brood followed after, Mordred bringing up the rear with his shirt and boots in hand. Gawain heard him talking with Agravaine, the latter complaining loudly about "babies ruining everything". Gaheris, as usual, remained silent.

They slipped back into Castle Lothian through the servants' door, as they always did on these illicit midnight excursions, but this time, they were forced to wake Gareth's nurse so that she might see to his hurt ankle. She scolded them all soundly, but in the end (and thanks to Gareth's wide-eyed pleading), the old woman agreed not to tell on them. With their youngest brother in the capable hands of Bessa, the remaining four split off to their respective rooms. In their beds, Gawain and Mordred could not sleep: Gawain for worrying about Gareth, Mordred for worrying about being caught. Most of the time, they were able to slip in and out with no one the wiser, but how would they explain Gareth's ankle? The sand in their clothes?

The elder turned to the younger and whispered, "Best enjoy lying on your back while it lasts. After tonight, we won't be able to for a good, long while."

"Bite your tongue."

"Well, we weren't exactly discreet about it this time, were we? Didn't even bother to hide our tracks in the sand." Gawain muttered something that Mordred couldn't catch, which prompted the latter to shrug and add, "Oh, well. What's an adventure without some consequences, eh? We'll try again. Preferably, only you and I."

"Good-night Mordred."

"Yes, yes. Good-night."

Re: FILL (pt 2)

[amaranthine_7]

Thanks for the fill :D

I really enjoyed your words and this little unauthorized excursion of the boys. You wrote the dynamics between them very well and it was a real pleasure to read this little story.

Re: FILL (pt 2)

[pax_morgana]

Yay, glad you liked it! :3