fic | 5 Kisses That Paved Morgana’s Path To Hell | Morgana/Everyone | pg-13
Title: 5 Kisses That Paved Morgana’s Path To Hell.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
Pairing: Morgana/Everyone (i.e. Arthur, Uther, Mordred, Merlin, Gwen)
Summary: Before he could speak, she kissed him.
Notes: My entry for merlin_rarepair’s second challenge which was a five things challenge. The last one is inspired by the idea in some versions Guinevere ends up in a nunnery. Thanks to shantirosa for the posts on rune porn. And many, many, thanks to firthgal for the beta.
5 Kisses That Paved Morgana’s Path To Hell
1. Arthur
Morgana, at the tender age of 13, had been scarred for life, or so she claimed. She had seen the young Prince Arthur kissing Gawain's sister, and presumably trying to do much more. Of course, her horror had been correctly interpreted by the prince to be inexperience, and so to prove to Arthur just how experienced she actually was, she placed her lips over his and they waited, trying to remember exactly what it was that they were supposed to do, and then they awkwardly broke away and rushed to their separate chambers without another glance at each other.
She had kissed him out of pride. It was the first action she remembers being so truly fuelled by vanity; it is not the last.
2. Uther
The night before she left, she went to his chambers. He was surprised. They had been fighting; of course they had been fighting. Morgana knelt in front of the king. Before he could speak, she kissed him. His protests died on her lips. His confusion disappeared under her hands. And later, when the sun was low in the sky, barely illuminating her way as she fled, she would wonder if that was a goodbye.
3. Mordred
Mordred stared at her with an easy smile. Eight had turned into eighteen. He was as dark as Merlin and as broad as Arthur. She remembered Arthur's eighteenth birthday, she remembered the drunken chaste kiss she had bestowed as a present, and she remembered the way she had asked Gwen to stay that night. The man in front of her suddenly made her feel very old, and then he walked towards her, and as he placed his lips against hers, she heard "Welcome m'lady" echo in her skull and the feeling of age gave way to power, and when she withdrew her tongue from where it had tangled in his mouth and inclined her head just slightly in acknowledgement, she knew that this wasn't just where she belonged, these were her people.
4. Merlin
Morgana entered the room. The door clanging shut behind her. "You are well?"
The body chained to the wall let out a huff of laughter. "I've been kept in a tower for two months." He looked up at her. "I'm fiiine."
Morgana could not help but smile. "I must apologize for this," she crossed the room to him and ignored the way his back stiffened. "I told them not to harm you." One arm dropped as the shackle which had held it had been undone.
They stood together, both dark and pale. Merlin's naked torso covered in runes she understood: protection spells and blessings she could undo with a whim, and the occasional decorative marking. From the bodice of Morgana's dress rose curling dark lines: her own protection and blessings and desires spelt out across her skin. She reached a hand out and traced a symbol of that which connected them.
"Morgana." He pleaded quietly.
"They could never understand this, could they?" Morgana asked, moving closer. Her hand moved and followed a path of runes down his chest. She stopped over his heart. "He wants to take this from us," she moved a hand lower to trace the swirls of a triskelion. "Just as his father did."
"He is not Uther." Merlin said quietly, his own hand coming to rest against her throat, his thumb seeking the symbol of life she had marked upon her breastbone.
"He is not here."
Merlin's lips were dry against hers, weeks of capture affecting them. She reveled in the way his hand tightened against her throat before his tongue entered her mouth.
5. Gwen
"My lady." She whispered, the blood seeping from her stomach stealing her strength.
"Shush." Gwen ran a hand over her hair, dark hands entangling in darker hair. "It will be okay." Morgana watched the wetness grown on her queen's cheek.
"My-"
"Leave us." Gwen's voice was sharp. She paid no heed to the priest who wished to take her away. Morgana watched as the man withdrew, her sight growing unclear around the edges. "Morgana, you can't leave me, not now."
"Oh, Gwen." She smiled.
"My lady." Gwen pleaded with her. Gwen's hands warm against her, and Morgana remembered many nights and hidden corners. She smiled up at the queen. "Merlin is gone. Lancelot is banished, and- and," she stopped and then Gwen's head rose and Morgana saw the queen she had become, "Arthur is dead."
Morgana frowned. "I killed him."
"No, no it was-"
"Does not matter whose hand." Morgana could tell she was growing weaker. "I am sorry, so so sorry."
"No." Gwen said. "No," she repeated as she lowered her brow to Morgana's. "No," Gwen said again, the breath and the brush of her lips against Morgana's causing her to exhale.
"I'm sorry." Morgana whispered one last time before Gwen's warm lips met her rapidly cooling ones.
As always comments are loved.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 817
Pairing: Morgana/Everyone (i.e. Arthur, Uther, Mordred, Merlin, Gwen)
Summary: Before he could speak, she kissed him.
Notes: My entry for merlin_rarepair’s second challenge which was a five things challenge. The last one is inspired by the idea in some versions Guinevere ends up in a nunnery. Thanks to shantirosa for the posts on rune porn. And many, many, thanks to firthgal for the beta.
5 Kisses That Paved Morgana’s Path To Hell
1. Arthur
Morgana, at the tender age of 13, had been scarred for life, or so she claimed. She had seen the young Prince Arthur kissing Gawain's sister, and presumably trying to do much more. Of course, her horror had been correctly interpreted by the prince to be inexperience, and so to prove to Arthur just how experienced she actually was, she placed her lips over his and they waited, trying to remember exactly what it was that they were supposed to do, and then they awkwardly broke away and rushed to their separate chambers without another glance at each other.
She had kissed him out of pride. It was the first action she remembers being so truly fuelled by vanity; it is not the last.
2. Uther
The night before she left, she went to his chambers. He was surprised. They had been fighting; of course they had been fighting. Morgana knelt in front of the king. Before he could speak, she kissed him. His protests died on her lips. His confusion disappeared under her hands. And later, when the sun was low in the sky, barely illuminating her way as she fled, she would wonder if that was a goodbye.
3. Mordred
Mordred stared at her with an easy smile. Eight had turned into eighteen. He was as dark as Merlin and as broad as Arthur. She remembered Arthur's eighteenth birthday, she remembered the drunken chaste kiss she had bestowed as a present, and she remembered the way she had asked Gwen to stay that night. The man in front of her suddenly made her feel very old, and then he walked towards her, and as he placed his lips against hers, she heard "Welcome m'lady" echo in her skull and the feeling of age gave way to power, and when she withdrew her tongue from where it had tangled in his mouth and inclined her head just slightly in acknowledgement, she knew that this wasn't just where she belonged, these were her people.
4. Merlin
Morgana entered the room. The door clanging shut behind her. "You are well?"
The body chained to the wall let out a huff of laughter. "I've been kept in a tower for two months." He looked up at her. "I'm fiiine."
Morgana could not help but smile. "I must apologize for this," she crossed the room to him and ignored the way his back stiffened. "I told them not to harm you." One arm dropped as the shackle which had held it had been undone.
They stood together, both dark and pale. Merlin's naked torso covered in runes she understood: protection spells and blessings she could undo with a whim, and the occasional decorative marking. From the bodice of Morgana's dress rose curling dark lines: her own protection and blessings and desires spelt out across her skin. She reached a hand out and traced a symbol of that which connected them.
"Morgana." He pleaded quietly.
"They could never understand this, could they?" Morgana asked, moving closer. Her hand moved and followed a path of runes down his chest. She stopped over his heart. "He wants to take this from us," she moved a hand lower to trace the swirls of a triskelion. "Just as his father did."
"He is not Uther." Merlin said quietly, his own hand coming to rest against her throat, his thumb seeking the symbol of life she had marked upon her breastbone.
"He is not here."
Merlin's lips were dry against hers, weeks of capture affecting them. She reveled in the way his hand tightened against her throat before his tongue entered her mouth.
5. Gwen
"My lady." She whispered, the blood seeping from her stomach stealing her strength.
"Shush." Gwen ran a hand over her hair, dark hands entangling in darker hair. "It will be okay." Morgana watched the wetness grown on her queen's cheek.
"My-"
"Leave us." Gwen's voice was sharp. She paid no heed to the priest who wished to take her away. Morgana watched as the man withdrew, her sight growing unclear around the edges. "Morgana, you can't leave me, not now."
"Oh, Gwen." She smiled.
"My lady." Gwen pleaded with her. Gwen's hands warm against her, and Morgana remembered many nights and hidden corners. She smiled up at the queen. "Merlin is gone. Lancelot is banished, and- and," she stopped and then Gwen's head rose and Morgana saw the queen she had become, "Arthur is dead."
Morgana frowned. "I killed him."
"No, no it was-"
"Does not matter whose hand." Morgana could tell she was growing weaker. "I am sorry, so so sorry."
"No." Gwen said. "No," she repeated as she lowered her brow to Morgana's. "No," Gwen said again, the breath and the brush of her lips against Morgana's causing her to exhale.
"I'm sorry." Morgana whispered one last time before Gwen's warm lips met her rapidly cooling ones.
As always comments are loved.