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The Five Acts Meme
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- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. Inspiration can be found here. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists and post comment-fic based off their themes.
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Morgause has her reasons for hating Uther. Her whole life she was brought up, not being told to hate him, but being told who he was, what's he's done, what he will do, and for that Morgause has all the more reasons to hate him.
But somehow she finds herself hating Arthur more, if just for the fact that his servant -- his pet sorcerer -- loves him to the point where Morgana is dying.
Her stomach clenches painfully at the thought, and she pushes it away. "Stop."
The sorcerer is standing across the room, protectively in front of an unconscious Arthur, his eyes glowing gold, an agonized expression on his face. "I can't," he whimpers, voice raw from whatever spell he's casting.
"You're going to kill her."
"You're going to kill him."
She had been intending to kill Uther, but Morgause finds killing Arthur isn't--
"See!" Merlin yells, voice strangled.
Morgause looks at him and wonders if he can read others' thoughts.
He looks pained and terrified. "Are you not speaking?"
He's far too young, and the spell he's casting is far too old, and his openness to the magic that is letting him kill Morgana is killing him too, and she pities him for a brief moment before her anger returns.
"Let her go."
There are tears in his eyes.
"Let her go, and I will do whatever you wish," she says.
"Leave Camelot," he manages to say. "Leave, and never return."
"Done," she says instantly, because there's no time for bargaining. "Now let her go."
There's a tense moment, and he is visibly shaking as he says, "I'm trying."
Morgause turns and looks at Morgana, who seems barely just alive, then at the sorcerer, whose gold eyes seem to be burning him alive. But if he's so open to magic, that he can unwittingly access others' though, then he might be so open to magic, that any more would overstimulate him and knock him out.
"What?" Merlin asks, panicking rising in his voice.
It's a gamble. If things go as she hopes, he'll simply be out cold for days, while the spell on Morgana disappears, and everyone lives, or...
Morgause turns and walks back to where Morgana had collapsed. She kneels down beside her, and presses a long, desperate kiss against her still-warm lips.
And then she hopes for the best.
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Thank you so much for writing it for me ♥
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