Fic: Clambering to Grace + give me ideas please!
Summary: A little vision!fic in five 100-word drabbles, in which Morgana tries to kill Arthur but it’s not quite as angsty as it sounds.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Spoilers: Nope, set in the future
Warnings: The least explicit sex ever
A/N: This was largely to satisfy my bizarre urge to write something in second person future. Clearly I want to put off as many readers as possible before I start. Not entirely happy with this but if I rewrite it yet again I'll go mad.
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"I'm sorry," you tell him as you leave. You've seen what will happen years from now, when he is King. You know you will watch him every night, sleeping peacefully then waking drowsily to grief and betrayal.
Your love won't bend to jealousy or spite; you’ll go to slay him in mercy. Seconds of pain, then he'll have peace.
Your hands will shake and your conviction will crumble. He’ll know no rest from his torments, because after everything you will still be selfish.
"For what?" he asks you. You kiss him to apologise for the way he makes you weak.
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He’ll be angry when he finds you and you confess so readily. When you say it was for his sake, he'll say you had no right to decide his fate.
“I didn’t want your peace,” he’ll say, eyes burning.
“You did,” you’ll reply. “I know you. You can’t hide these things from me.”
For a moment the only sound will be of the rainwater dripping lazily from the roof. He’ll leave - he’ll have no answer.
Later he’ll return, understanding, softened and meek. He’ll hide his face but press against you for comfort.
That’s why, as he approaches, you aren’t afraid.
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When he falls in battle you will be there to see it. You'll lead him away from spilt blood and empty corridors - he will never be so thankful.
It’s ironic that once he loses his best friends and his wife it is for you that he keeps fighting. You go to him on the eve of a battle, sadly not his last.
Even if sometimes he has hated you, he knows that you understand.
“I need some rest,” he murmurs.
“And one day you’ll have it.” You rest his head on your breast and give him what peace you can.
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When you were younger you pretended not to care for each other at all. Now that that's impossible, you feel so raw and open that there is no point in concealment.
His fingers will brush your cheek and your breath will catch, as if you were strangers and this were unexpected; as if you were blushing and innocent; as if you'd never hoped for his blood on your hands.
He will kiss you timidly.
It will be calm and tender and nothing like you imagined. You won't even tease him afterwards, because it will be you who could have cried.
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You know you will never return to Camelot and you’ll certainly never be Queen. He will have no interest in replacing his wife, not when all he wants is for someone to love him more fiercely than she ever could have.
Perhaps you’ll be taking advantage of his desperation; perhaps, unlike him, you will never be truly selfless. But he will push you down, gentle as always, and your hair will spill out around you, and under his weight it will be so hard to feel guilty. When those fond eyes scream of redemption, you won't hesitate to take it.
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I’m feeling a bit uninspired writing-wise of late, so if anyone (anyone!) wants to randomly drop ideas in my lap for any of my fandoms, go for it. (If it's listed in my interests, I'll probably write for it; don't do RPS or smut; think that about covers it.) I’m not making promises, but I’ll try.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Morgana
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Spoilers: Nope, set in the future
Warnings: The least explicit sex ever
A/N: This was largely to satisfy my bizarre urge to write something in second person future. Clearly I want to put off as many readers as possible before I start. Not entirely happy with this but if I rewrite it yet again I'll go mad.
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"I'm sorry," you tell him as you leave. You've seen what will happen years from now, when he is King. You know you will watch him every night, sleeping peacefully then waking drowsily to grief and betrayal.
Your love won't bend to jealousy or spite; you’ll go to slay him in mercy. Seconds of pain, then he'll have peace.
Your hands will shake and your conviction will crumble. He’ll know no rest from his torments, because after everything you will still be selfish.
"For what?" he asks you. You kiss him to apologise for the way he makes you weak.
-
He’ll be angry when he finds you and you confess so readily. When you say it was for his sake, he'll say you had no right to decide his fate.
“I didn’t want your peace,” he’ll say, eyes burning.
“You did,” you’ll reply. “I know you. You can’t hide these things from me.”
For a moment the only sound will be of the rainwater dripping lazily from the roof. He’ll leave - he’ll have no answer.
Later he’ll return, understanding, softened and meek. He’ll hide his face but press against you for comfort.
That’s why, as he approaches, you aren’t afraid.
-
When he falls in battle you will be there to see it. You'll lead him away from spilt blood and empty corridors - he will never be so thankful.
It’s ironic that once he loses his best friends and his wife it is for you that he keeps fighting. You go to him on the eve of a battle, sadly not his last.
Even if sometimes he has hated you, he knows that you understand.
“I need some rest,” he murmurs.
“And one day you’ll have it.” You rest his head on your breast and give him what peace you can.
-
When you were younger you pretended not to care for each other at all. Now that that's impossible, you feel so raw and open that there is no point in concealment.
His fingers will brush your cheek and your breath will catch, as if you were strangers and this were unexpected; as if you were blushing and innocent; as if you'd never hoped for his blood on your hands.
He will kiss you timidly.
It will be calm and tender and nothing like you imagined. You won't even tease him afterwards, because it will be you who could have cried.
-
You know you will never return to Camelot and you’ll certainly never be Queen. He will have no interest in replacing his wife, not when all he wants is for someone to love him more fiercely than she ever could have.
Perhaps you’ll be taking advantage of his desperation; perhaps, unlike him, you will never be truly selfless. But he will push you down, gentle as always, and your hair will spill out around you, and under his weight it will be so hard to feel guilty. When those fond eyes scream of redemption, you won't hesitate to take it.
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I’m feeling a bit uninspired writing-wise of late, so if anyone (anyone!) wants to randomly drop ideas in my lap for any of my fandoms, go for it. (If it's listed in my interests, I'll probably write for it; don't do RPS or smut; think that about covers it.) I’m not making promises, but I’ll try.