Re: My Promptsblackmamba_esqOctober 19 2009, 00:55:32 UTC
Prompt #1
It’s snowing here, so she knows it isn’t real.
His back is turned but she can tell he’s happy from the set of his shoulders, the way his head tilts as he welds the armor. He’s probably singing, singing for you my love, he used to sing so badly she’d beg and beg for him stop.
Gwen moves closer but the distance is the same. She can hear him now, saying her name, Gwenie, as though she’s still six years old. Gwenie wake up. Wake up my love. The sun’s beat you to it, so you best get out of bed.
“Daddy?”
Wake up my love.
Then he’s there, just like that, he’s holding her in his arms. And everything’s the same, just the way it’s always been only it’s still snowing.
So she knows it isn’t real.
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1. Morgana pretends to have feelings for Arthur to force Gwen to admit the truth about her own. 2. Merlin and Gwen play King and Queen while the Pendragon's are away and discover Uther's secret about (fill in you own secret here) 3. Arthur/Gwen argue during the day and make up (you know how) at night. A cycle neither wants to end anytime soon.
#2 - Whatcha got there Uther?felix_aeternusOctober 19 2009, 04:01:32 UTC
PROMPT: 2. Merlin and Gwen play King and Queen while the Pendragon's are away and discover Uther's secret about (fill in you own secret here)
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“Your…head…is…too…big!”
“Shut up.”
But the laughter continued to fill the large hall. Gwen was shrieking in amusement, holding her stomach, and slipping out of Arthur’s throne chair.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. You can stop now.”
“Ahaha-alright…alright…” said Gwen straightening up and wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes. With great effort she stopped giggling, and turned, smiling broadly, at Uther Pendragon’s throne, upon which sat a very displeased looking “King” Merlin.
The servants were merely crossing paths in their duties, when they’d spotted a very empty throne room, with rather inviting royal seats, and not a single Pendragon in Camelot to fill them...
The heavy winter curtains she was meant to be taking to the washers were thrown over their thin shoulders. The brush-on-a-stick that he carried with him to polish Gaius’ cauldron was his sceptre. They’d fought for Arthur’s chair, but with fair reasoning (“You’re a boy, Merlin, you get to be King, I’m a girl, I get to have Arthur…’s”), Gwen had won. So sat King Merlin, and Queen Guinevere. With an impromptu hair-braid Gwen had cleverly shaped to resemble a crown, while for Merlin…
“But I could swear Uther’s head is bigger than mine!”
“Maybe it’s all the hair. I mean Uther is probably thinning…”
“Maybe. Maybe he had one made for the size of his brain.”
“Maybe. Maybe it’s your ears.”
“Hey!”
Giggle. “Maybe…wait…maybe that’s not his crown.”
“What? It looks like a crown.”
“But why would he leave it behind?”
“Uh… fair point. So then, what is it?”
They stared at it for a moment. Then stared at it from different angles.
“You don’t think it’s maybe a-?”
“YOU THERE…STOP! GET BACK HERE!”
But they were fleeing before the guard had even entered the room. And with the manic cackling of the two servants echoing through the halls of the castle, the metal clanking of Uther Pendragon’s mysterious circlet was drowned out.
It rolled quietly under Uther’s chair, and waited there, for the King’s return.
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If you have any idea what it might be...make sure to let me know, I haven't the foggiest. xD
Re: My Prompts (#3)dianelynOctober 19 2009, 05:39:55 UTC
*This is probably not at all what you wanted, but I got kinda inspired. Hope you like!*
PG-13ish rating
Merlin sighed as he spotted the group of on-lookers stuffed in the corridor up ahead.
He strolled up to stand behind Morgana and tilted his head forward a little to whisper in her ear.
"Twice in one day? Bit of an over-kill, isn't it?"
"I don't think the first gathered a big enough crowd for them. They've been going at it like that for at least five minutes now."
"Really."
The two paused their conversation to watch in exasperated amusement as Gwen, evidently feeling her heated words were not quite getting through to Arthur, tried to reinforce them with a sound slap on the cheek. Arthur, utilizing the lightning-quick reflexes he is well-known for, caught her wrist just in time and used the opportunity to haul Gwen against his chest.
Panting hard, they stared at each other. Then Arthur released Gwen and they both took two steps back before finally turning around and rushing off in opposite directions.
The crowd dispersed, leaving only Merlin and Morgana to listen as their mumbles and whispers faded farther and farther away.
Now it was Morgana's turn to sigh as she rested her back against the corridor wall.
"I have tried to tell them that they do not have to go to such extremes, but they will not listen. They want to ensure that no one will even think to suspect that they are secretly lovers. You know I am thrilled they are together, but could they not have at least tried a subtler approach?"
Merlin grinned and shrugged.
"It IS Arthur."
"Yes, and apparently he has had a corrupting influence on Gwen."
"Says the foremost authority on the subject."
Morgana smirked and crooked her finger. Merlin leaned over her, bracing one arm on the wall beside her. She stretched her neck until her lips almost touched his ear.
"Are you saying I'm corrupting you, Merlin?"
Merlin let his next action be his answer, unintentionally proving Morgana's point that being subtle can work just as well as diversion in the art of keeping secrets.
3-- Definitely rated R.mancalahourOctober 19 2009, 07:29:07 UTC
Sometimes she thinks he does it on purpose.
Other times, she knows she's doing it on purpose.
It's silly, really, especially on the odd days that do go according to plan, when nothing of note happens within the castle.
"You trod on my cloak!", perhaps. Or, "I'm not your servant, fetch your own water!"
These things warrant burning stares in a corridor, or the brush of his knuckles against the back of her hand as they pass. Sometimes, on the quiet nights, she sees him standing princely in the doorway to his chamber, watching her with clenched jaw as she makes for home, and bed.
It's the dangerous days that are the most interesting. She finds herself doing stupid things, careless, crazy things that might end up costing more than she's willing to pay.
"I told you to stay back!", maybe, or, "You shouldn't have--!....Guinevere."
This earns her what were you thinking? in his fingers gripping her hips, don't do that again from lips and teeth as they pull less than gently at a nipple, I couldn't bear to lose you as he breathes against her neck.
And in the end, she is always happy to pay I'm sorry; her tongue traces the words into his thighs.
It’s snowing here, so she knows it isn’t real.
His back is turned but she can tell he’s happy from the set of his shoulders, the way his head tilts as he welds the armor. He’s probably singing, singing for you my love, he used to sing so badly she’d beg and beg for him stop.
Gwen moves closer but the distance is the same. She can hear him now, saying her name, Gwenie, as though she’s still six years old. Gwenie wake up. Wake up my love. The sun’s beat you to it, so you best get out of bed.
“Daddy?”
Wake up my love.
Then he’s there, just like that, he’s holding her in his arms. And everything’s the same, just the way it’s always been only it’s still snowing.
So she knows it isn’t real.
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1. Morgana pretends to have feelings for Arthur to force Gwen to admit the truth about her own.
2. Merlin and Gwen play King and Queen while the Pendragon's are away and discover Uther's secret about (fill in you own secret here)
3. Arthur/Gwen argue during the day and make up (you know how) at night. A cycle neither wants to end anytime soon.
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“Your…head…is…too…big!”
“Shut up.”
But the laughter continued to fill the large hall. Gwen was shrieking in amusement, holding her stomach, and slipping out of Arthur’s throne chair.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. You can stop now.”
“Ahaha-alright…alright…” said Gwen straightening up and wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes. With great effort she stopped giggling, and turned, smiling broadly, at Uther Pendragon’s throne, upon which sat a very displeased looking “King” Merlin.
The servants were merely crossing paths in their duties, when they’d spotted a very empty throne room, with rather inviting royal seats, and not a single Pendragon in Camelot to fill them...
The heavy winter curtains she was meant to be taking to the washers were thrown over their thin shoulders. The brush-on-a-stick that he carried with him to polish Gaius’ cauldron was his sceptre. They’d fought for Arthur’s chair, but with fair reasoning (“You’re a boy, Merlin, you get to be King, I’m a girl, I get to have Arthur…’s”), Gwen had won. So sat King Merlin, and Queen Guinevere. With an impromptu hair-braid Gwen had cleverly shaped to resemble a crown, while for Merlin…
“But I could swear Uther’s head is bigger than mine!”
“Maybe it’s all the hair. I mean Uther is probably thinning…”
“Maybe. Maybe he had one made for the size of his brain.”
“Maybe. Maybe it’s your ears.”
“Hey!”
Giggle. “Maybe…wait…maybe that’s not his crown.”
“What? It looks like a crown.”
“But why would he leave it behind?”
“Uh… fair point. So then, what is it?”
They stared at it for a moment. Then stared at it from different angles.
“You don’t think it’s maybe a-?”
“YOU THERE…STOP! GET BACK HERE!”
But they were fleeing before the guard had even entered the room. And with the manic cackling of the two servants echoing through the halls of the castle, the metal clanking of Uther Pendragon’s mysterious circlet was drowned out.
It rolled quietly under Uther’s chair, and waited there, for the King’s return.
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If you have any idea what it might be...make sure to let me know, I haven't the foggiest. xD
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immediately think it some kind of ahem...sex toy or something :( haha
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PG-13ish rating
Merlin sighed as he spotted the group of on-lookers stuffed in the corridor up ahead.
He strolled up to stand behind Morgana and tilted his head forward a little to whisper in her ear.
"Twice in one day? Bit of an over-kill, isn't it?"
"I don't think the first gathered a big enough crowd for them. They've been going at it like that for at least five minutes now."
"Really."
The two paused their conversation to watch in exasperated amusement as Gwen, evidently feeling her heated words were not quite getting through to Arthur, tried to reinforce them with a sound slap on the cheek. Arthur, utilizing the lightning-quick reflexes he is well-known for, caught her wrist just in time and used the opportunity to haul Gwen against his chest.
Panting hard, they stared at each other. Then Arthur released Gwen and they both took two steps back before finally turning around and rushing off in opposite directions.
The crowd dispersed, leaving only Merlin and Morgana to listen as their mumbles and whispers faded farther and farther away.
Now it was Morgana's turn to sigh as she rested her back against the corridor wall.
"I have tried to tell them that they do not have to go to such extremes, but they will not listen. They want to ensure that no one will even think to suspect that they are secretly lovers. You know I am thrilled they are together, but could they not have at least tried a subtler approach?"
Merlin grinned and shrugged.
"It IS Arthur."
"Yes, and apparently he has had a corrupting influence on Gwen."
"Says the foremost authority on the subject."
Morgana smirked and crooked her finger. Merlin leaned over her, bracing one arm on the wall beside her. She stretched her neck until her lips almost touched his ear.
"Are you saying I'm corrupting you, Merlin?"
Merlin let his next action be his answer, unintentionally proving Morgana's point that being subtle can work just as well as diversion in the art of keeping secrets.
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Other times, she knows she's doing it on purpose.
It's silly, really, especially on the odd days that do go according to plan, when nothing of note happens within the castle.
"You trod on my cloak!", perhaps. Or, "I'm not your servant, fetch your own water!"
These things warrant burning stares in a corridor, or the brush of his knuckles against the back of her hand as they pass. Sometimes, on the quiet nights, she sees him standing princely in the doorway to his chamber, watching her with clenched jaw as she makes for home, and bed.
It's the dangerous days that are the most interesting. She finds herself doing stupid things, careless, crazy things that might end up costing more than she's willing to pay.
"I told you to stay back!", maybe, or, "You shouldn't have--!....Guinevere."
This earns her what were you thinking? in his fingers gripping her hips, don't do that again from lips and teeth as they pull less than gently at a nipple, I couldn't bear to lose you as he breathes against her neck.
And in the end, she is always happy to pay I'm sorry; her tongue traces the words into his thighs.
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