Fic: Spring Fling Drabble - Snow games & I'll be your only reason
Title: Snow games
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 297+
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Merlin, Arthur, mentions of Merlin's cat (XD)
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there. Freeing.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Gwen and Merlin make the most of the day while Arthur sulks.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
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“Go play.”
“But father-”
“Arthur!” Uther said sharply, looking up from his work. “I haven’t time to entertain you. Go find some children your own age.”
The Prince shrank back from the doorway, pulling the door shut with him and sighed.
_ _ _
“Meeeeerrrrlllliinnnn!”
Gwen sang as she twirled in the snow; spinning round and round and round, until she felt sick. But the good kind of sick, where she was so giddy that she could feel it right, deep down in every finger and toe. Unsteadily, she wobbled on her feet, the world a blur of white and grey smudges.
“Gwen!”
She was tackled her to the ground and she giggled breathlessly, pushing at the weight covering her, as bright blue eyes met hers.
Merlin looked down at her, mischievously. “You called?”
Gwen laughed, squirming as the snow started to make her back very, very wet. “You are said you wouldn’t knock me down,” she chided. "I knew you were lying!"
“And yet . . . you called me?”
“It's a nasty habit,” Gwen glared. "I promise never to trust you again."
With a sigh, Merlin climbed to his feet and pulled Gwen up. “Milady,” he bowed.
“Milord,” Gwen replied, smiling as he kissed her hand. “Why what ghastly weather we are having.”
Merlin nodded, shrewdly. “I heard tell that we shall be having winter all year this year.” Gwen gasped, bringing her little fingers up to her mouth.
“Why WHO would say such a thing?” she asked, wide eyed.
“Mr. Mittens.”
Gwen tried very hard not to smile, and break character. “Your cat?” she choked out. “Is he quite sure?”
“He hasn’t been wrong yet.”
Arthur sat on the steps watching as the little curly haired girl laughed, before yelling something and turning to run as the boy gave chase. It was slow going through the two feet of snow, but it didn’t seem to matter to them.
"Race you," Merlin huffed and Gwen's eyes shone as she leapt out of the way of his outstretched arm.
"Okay, to the city gate and back," she stipulated, confident that she could easily beat him. "Loser -ie. you - has to carry the winner - ie. me."
"That's too far," Merlin grunted, lifting one foot from the snow and letting the snow fall off his boot. "We'll never make it."
"I can make it."
Merlin continued trailing after her for a moment as she walked backward keeping an eye on him and making sure he wasn't going to rush her.
"The problem is you can't carry me," he pointed out. Gwen pouted, itching to start running again she bopped her head.
"Well, what do you want then?"
"A kiss."
Gwen's jaw dropped. "No. Eww. Who knows where your mouth has been," she pointed at him, "I've seen you eat things that have fallen on the floor."
"One time and it was a piece of cinnamon cake," Merlin grumbled as if that made a difference. "Plus, you already think you're going to win. So, what's the harm?"
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Title: I'll be your only reason
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1131+
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere, Gwen/Morgana.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Morgana promises no lies. Gwen promises forever. Arthur tries a compliment.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
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“It’s official, I hate it here.” Morgana turned from the window and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know how you stand it.”
“Well, I have nothing to compare it to . . . I haven’t known anything else, m’lady.”
"That's no excuse."
"My lady-"
Abruptly Morgana’s face darkened further, “You can stop with that by the way. If I get only one thing my way it will be that you use my name, same as you always have.”
Gwen stopped hunting under the bed for Morgana’s lost shoe and propped herself on the bed with one elbow. “Will you be doing your own laundry? Mend your own clothes? What else do wish to change about our duties to one another? Should I fetch you an apron?”
Morgana rolled her eyes and sank into the chair by the window with a sigh. “Don’t get snippy with me, Guinevere. If you didn’t want to be my ear to the world all you had to do was tell Uther no,” she smirked.
“ALL,” Gwen scoffed and disappeared back under the bed. Her voice came out muffled as Morgana picked at a loose thread on her gown. “You knew from the moment you announced that I was to tend to you - 'the little blacksmith’s daughter, not some conceited noble, Sire' - that I would not refuse you and Uther would eventually relent.”
“I knew no such thing!” Morgana protested, looking up.
Gwen snorted, her head appearing out from under the bed, as she lay, belly to the floor. The shoe clutched tight in her hand. “If I get only one thing my way it will be that you never lie to me,” She said, mimicking Morgana’s voice. “‘Kay?” She tossed the shoe.
Catching it Morgana smiled at Gwen fondly, “Okay, no lying. I can do that,” she rolled her eyes. “And if you must know you’re right. Of course I knew I’d get my way,” she confessed, smugly. “He’s never said no to me. Wouldn’t dare after what he’s done.”
Gwen studied the ominous the look that passed over Morgana’s sweet features and softened. She had no idea what she’d do herself if she ever lost her father. But of course if she were put in the same position there’d be no one to take her in like the King had Morgana, but by the same token she certainly wouldn’t be alone in the world. . .
“There’s always a first time,” Gwen uttered quietly, pulling herself up and dusting herself off. “I quite imagine the shock of it will render you completely speechless, Morgana,” she said lightly.
Standing, now with both shoes on, Morgana did a little spin in front of the mirror. “You know, despite your mocking,” her eyes locked with Gwen’s in the mirror and she let out a sigh, “I think you the only good thing about this place. Without you . . .”
Gwen swiftly stepped over and Morgana hugged her tightly, ignoring the inappropriateness that move now carried. “You’ll never have to find out the rest of that sentence,” Gwen promised, looking at the two of them in the mirror. Brown and blue eyes looked back at her. “I think you’re stuck with me, forever,” she added frankly.
“As I should be!” Morgana sniffed, and then smiled. “You’re my little piece of sanity. My little ray of sunshine in this cold dreary world.”
“I thought I was your ‘ear to the world’?” Gwen teased, leaning back to wipe at Morgana’s tears with her sleeve. “Do make up your mind, scatterbrain. I must know what to sew onto my clothes.”
Morgana laughed and Gwen leant over to peck her on the cheek. “Best sound in the world,” she decreed. “I want to hear more of it.”
“You, Gwen, are all of the above,” Morgana affirmed, softly. “But greatest of all, MINE.”
“From sunrise to sunset,” Gwen specified. “Outside those times . . .” she grinned, “You’re on your own, I don’t care if the dust bunnies mount a resistance, I’m off home.”
“Defector.”
Gwen stuck out her tongue, with vigor Morgana copied, both of them still trying to laugh around the impediment.
Gwen squealed as spit hit her cheek and wiped it on Morgana, who shrieked.
From the doorway, Arthur smiled and backed out quietly.
_ _ _
“Guinevere!”
She turned at the sound of her name, recognising the voice. By the edge of the courtyard, Arthur jogged over from where he’d been leaning against a pillar.
“Sire,” she dipped her head respectfully. “Did you require something?
She noticed that this year they were almost the same height, and tried to hide her amusement, as the Prince stared at her, apparently thinking about what he wanted to say before he said it.
Which was unusual enough that she didn’t attempt to hurry him up. Even though it was freezing.
“I just wanted to say-” he frowned and tried again. “Morgana,” he blurted and Gwen frowned, shifting tiredly on her feet.
“Morgana?”
“Chose well.”
Gwen stared at him, then attempted to smile and frown at the same time, her eyebrows rising and falling. “What?”
Arthur screwed up his face and made a frustrated hand gesture to the air. “In you. She chose well in choosing you to accompany her. You’re dependable.”
“Oh,” Gwen met his eyes inquiringly and squinted. “Thank you?” Was that praise?
Arthur grinned wryly. “The compliment was buried in amongst the mumbling I’m afraid," he toed the stones, restless, "Though, it went better then I expected, the last girl . . . cried. I seem to be bad with words.” he confessed. She hid a smile as he frowned at the flagstones.
“Well, practice makes perfect.”
His eyes snapped to hers, wide-eyed Gwen clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh!” she mumbled, mortified. She hadn't meant to say that.
The Prince scratched his head, before reaching over to pull her hand away. “Don’t,” he shook his head. She felt the calluses on his fingers before he dropped her hand just as quickly as he’d taken it. “If it’s the truth then how can I deny you the opportunity to speak it?”
She looked at him astutely, cautiously willing to test this newfound freedom to speak her mind. “Well,” she said slowly. “I had always assumed . . . it was some form of self-preservation?”
Arthur flushed, going as red as his jacket, before he started laughing.
“Shhh,” Gwen whispered, (correctness be damned) looking around fitfully to see if anyone was looking. “You’re going to get me in trouble. No one’s supposed to be out after curfew!”
“I’ll walk you,” Arthur offered, breathlessly. He frowned when she started to shake her head. “I’ll walk you,” he told her resolutely, and gave her a push towards the gates. “March!”
Gwen huffed but kept moving, “Thank you, Sire.”
Arthur smirked to himself. “I’m just trying to give you more of an opportunity to amuse me with your wit.”
He spent the rest of the trip to her door trying to provoke something interesting out of her, but she kept her mouth firmly shut.
Well, she decided if you couldn't say anything nice . . .
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Part Five of Eight
Title for the second one is from a lyric from 'Pressure suit' by Aqualung.
Other responses to this prompt:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
The "Milady/Milord" thing is a 'Community' (another AWESOME show) thing.
And YES I have a little bit of a Gwen/Merlin soft spot. I'm trying to deal with it, but it just will not be suppressed.
I'm trying to pair 'drabbles' (it should probably be illegal for me to use that word) that are dissimilar, so you don't get all confuzzled in the different universes, either of these could be follow ons from some of my others if you squint, but I wrote them as individual pieces.
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 297+
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Merlin, Arthur, mentions of Merlin's cat (XD)
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there. Freeing.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Gwen and Merlin make the most of the day while Arthur sulks.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
“Go play.”
“But father-”
“Arthur!” Uther said sharply, looking up from his work. “I haven’t time to entertain you. Go find some children your own age.”
The Prince shrank back from the doorway, pulling the door shut with him and sighed.
_ _ _
“Meeeeerrrrlllliinnnn!”
Gwen sang as she twirled in the snow; spinning round and round and round, until she felt sick. But the good kind of sick, where she was so giddy that she could feel it right, deep down in every finger and toe. Unsteadily, she wobbled on her feet, the world a blur of white and grey smudges.
“Gwen!”
She was tackled her to the ground and she giggled breathlessly, pushing at the weight covering her, as bright blue eyes met hers.
Merlin looked down at her, mischievously. “You called?”
Gwen laughed, squirming as the snow started to make her back very, very wet. “You are said you wouldn’t knock me down,” she chided. "I knew you were lying!"
“And yet . . . you called me?”
“It's a nasty habit,” Gwen glared. "I promise never to trust you again."
With a sigh, Merlin climbed to his feet and pulled Gwen up. “Milady,” he bowed.
“Milord,” Gwen replied, smiling as he kissed her hand. “Why what ghastly weather we are having.”
Merlin nodded, shrewdly. “I heard tell that we shall be having winter all year this year.” Gwen gasped, bringing her little fingers up to her mouth.
“Why WHO would say such a thing?” she asked, wide eyed.
“Mr. Mittens.”
Gwen tried very hard not to smile, and break character. “Your cat?” she choked out. “Is he quite sure?”
“He hasn’t been wrong yet.”
Arthur sat on the steps watching as the little curly haired girl laughed, before yelling something and turning to run as the boy gave chase. It was slow going through the two feet of snow, but it didn’t seem to matter to them.
"Race you," Merlin huffed and Gwen's eyes shone as she leapt out of the way of his outstretched arm.
"Okay, to the city gate and back," she stipulated, confident that she could easily beat him. "Loser -ie. you - has to carry the winner - ie. me."
"That's too far," Merlin grunted, lifting one foot from the snow and letting the snow fall off his boot. "We'll never make it."
"I can make it."
Merlin continued trailing after her for a moment as she walked backward keeping an eye on him and making sure he wasn't going to rush her.
"The problem is you can't carry me," he pointed out. Gwen pouted, itching to start running again she bopped her head.
"Well, what do you want then?"
"A kiss."
Gwen's jaw dropped. "No. Eww. Who knows where your mouth has been," she pointed at him, "I've seen you eat things that have fallen on the floor."
"One time and it was a piece of cinnamon cake," Merlin grumbled as if that made a difference. "Plus, you already think you're going to win. So, what's the harm?"
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Title: I'll be your only reason
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: 1131+
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere, Gwen/Morgana.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wow, it feels good to get that out there.
Prompt: Written for Camelot Love’s Spring Fling 4# Arthur meet's Morgana's maid for the first time. - rubber_glue
Summary: Morgana promises no lies. Gwen promises forever. Arthur tries a compliment.
Author's note: This prompt and I . . . it was like opening up some random floodgate I had a million and one ideas and no motivation to settle, so this is one of numerous posts. Sorry. Or am I? XD
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“It’s official, I hate it here.” Morgana turned from the window and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know how you stand it.”
“Well, I have nothing to compare it to . . . I haven’t known anything else, m’lady.”
"That's no excuse."
"My lady-"
Abruptly Morgana’s face darkened further, “You can stop with that by the way. If I get only one thing my way it will be that you use my name, same as you always have.”
Gwen stopped hunting under the bed for Morgana’s lost shoe and propped herself on the bed with one elbow. “Will you be doing your own laundry? Mend your own clothes? What else do wish to change about our duties to one another? Should I fetch you an apron?”
Morgana rolled her eyes and sank into the chair by the window with a sigh. “Don’t get snippy with me, Guinevere. If you didn’t want to be my ear to the world all you had to do was tell Uther no,” she smirked.
“ALL,” Gwen scoffed and disappeared back under the bed. Her voice came out muffled as Morgana picked at a loose thread on her gown. “You knew from the moment you announced that I was to tend to you - 'the little blacksmith’s daughter, not some conceited noble, Sire' - that I would not refuse you and Uther would eventually relent.”
“I knew no such thing!” Morgana protested, looking up.
Gwen snorted, her head appearing out from under the bed, as she lay, belly to the floor. The shoe clutched tight in her hand. “If I get only one thing my way it will be that you never lie to me,” She said, mimicking Morgana’s voice. “‘Kay?” She tossed the shoe.
Catching it Morgana smiled at Gwen fondly, “Okay, no lying. I can do that,” she rolled her eyes. “And if you must know you’re right. Of course I knew I’d get my way,” she confessed, smugly. “He’s never said no to me. Wouldn’t dare after what he’s done.”
Gwen studied the ominous the look that passed over Morgana’s sweet features and softened. She had no idea what she’d do herself if she ever lost her father. But of course if she were put in the same position there’d be no one to take her in like the King had Morgana, but by the same token she certainly wouldn’t be alone in the world. . .
“There’s always a first time,” Gwen uttered quietly, pulling herself up and dusting herself off. “I quite imagine the shock of it will render you completely speechless, Morgana,” she said lightly.
Standing, now with both shoes on, Morgana did a little spin in front of the mirror. “You know, despite your mocking,” her eyes locked with Gwen’s in the mirror and she let out a sigh, “I think you the only good thing about this place. Without you . . .”
Gwen swiftly stepped over and Morgana hugged her tightly, ignoring the inappropriateness that move now carried. “You’ll never have to find out the rest of that sentence,” Gwen promised, looking at the two of them in the mirror. Brown and blue eyes looked back at her. “I think you’re stuck with me, forever,” she added frankly.
“As I should be!” Morgana sniffed, and then smiled. “You’re my little piece of sanity. My little ray of sunshine in this cold dreary world.”
“I thought I was your ‘ear to the world’?” Gwen teased, leaning back to wipe at Morgana’s tears with her sleeve. “Do make up your mind, scatterbrain. I must know what to sew onto my clothes.”
Morgana laughed and Gwen leant over to peck her on the cheek. “Best sound in the world,” she decreed. “I want to hear more of it.”
“You, Gwen, are all of the above,” Morgana affirmed, softly. “But greatest of all, MINE.”
“From sunrise to sunset,” Gwen specified. “Outside those times . . .” she grinned, “You’re on your own, I don’t care if the dust bunnies mount a resistance, I’m off home.”
“Defector.”
Gwen stuck out her tongue, with vigor Morgana copied, both of them still trying to laugh around the impediment.
Gwen squealed as spit hit her cheek and wiped it on Morgana, who shrieked.
From the doorway, Arthur smiled and backed out quietly.
_ _ _
“Guinevere!”
She turned at the sound of her name, recognising the voice. By the edge of the courtyard, Arthur jogged over from where he’d been leaning against a pillar.
“Sire,” she dipped her head respectfully. “Did you require something?
She noticed that this year they were almost the same height, and tried to hide her amusement, as the Prince stared at her, apparently thinking about what he wanted to say before he said it.
Which was unusual enough that she didn’t attempt to hurry him up. Even though it was freezing.
“I just wanted to say-” he frowned and tried again. “Morgana,” he blurted and Gwen frowned, shifting tiredly on her feet.
“Morgana?”
“Chose well.”
Gwen stared at him, then attempted to smile and frown at the same time, her eyebrows rising and falling. “What?”
Arthur screwed up his face and made a frustrated hand gesture to the air. “In you. She chose well in choosing you to accompany her. You’re dependable.”
“Oh,” Gwen met his eyes inquiringly and squinted. “Thank you?” Was that praise?
Arthur grinned wryly. “The compliment was buried in amongst the mumbling I’m afraid," he toed the stones, restless, "Though, it went better then I expected, the last girl . . . cried. I seem to be bad with words.” he confessed. She hid a smile as he frowned at the flagstones.
“Well, practice makes perfect.”
His eyes snapped to hers, wide-eyed Gwen clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh!” she mumbled, mortified. She hadn't meant to say that.
The Prince scratched his head, before reaching over to pull her hand away. “Don’t,” he shook his head. She felt the calluses on his fingers before he dropped her hand just as quickly as he’d taken it. “If it’s the truth then how can I deny you the opportunity to speak it?”
She looked at him astutely, cautiously willing to test this newfound freedom to speak her mind. “Well,” she said slowly. “I had always assumed . . . it was some form of self-preservation?”
Arthur flushed, going as red as his jacket, before he started laughing.
“Shhh,” Gwen whispered, (correctness be damned) looking around fitfully to see if anyone was looking. “You’re going to get me in trouble. No one’s supposed to be out after curfew!”
“I’ll walk you,” Arthur offered, breathlessly. He frowned when she started to shake her head. “I’ll walk you,” he told her resolutely, and gave her a push towards the gates. “March!”
Gwen huffed but kept moving, “Thank you, Sire.”
Arthur smirked to himself. “I’m just trying to give you more of an opportunity to amuse me with your wit.”
He spent the rest of the trip to her door trying to provoke something interesting out of her, but she kept her mouth firmly shut.
Well, she decided if you couldn't say anything nice . . .
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Part Five of Eight
Title for the second one is from a lyric from 'Pressure suit' by Aqualung.
Other responses to this prompt:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
The "Milady/Milord" thing is a 'Community' (another AWESOME show) thing.
And YES I have a little bit of a Gwen/Merlin soft spot. I'm trying to deal with it, but it just will not be suppressed.
I'm trying to pair 'drabbles' (it should probably be illegal for me to use that word) that are dissimilar, so you don't get all confuzzled in the different universes, either of these could be follow ons from some of my others if you squint, but I wrote them as individual pieces.