MERLIN: "Wedding Day" Fanfic
Wrote out this instead of working on epic!fic. (almost over 10k, guys!) Pardon the angst. Maybe I'll post it to MerlinxArthur after Christmas? *wishes she could write something with a word count over 500 and less than 10000*
Title: Wedding Day
Word Count: 459
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Morgana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Short scene between Merlin and Morgana. Future!fic.
A/N: LET'S FORGET THAT THE WHOLE ARTHURIAN LEGEND THING EVER HAPPENED, k?
Merlin is awake before dawn. He hasn't been a simple servant for a long time, but he thought that today, for Arthur, he would carry out his old duties. Arthur doesn't need to be woken just yet, and Merlin enjoys the view from the battlements in peace, before the bustle of the day can sweep him away.
The air is chilly, and Merlin wraps his robes around his body more tightly, preferring the simple solution instead of a whispered spell. The sun is just now peeking over the treetops and promises a pleasant day. Merlin grins; it is an auspicious sign for an auspicious day.
Merlin senses a presence come up behind him. "Merlin," says Morgana, to be polite, although he already knows who it is.
Merlin nods at her and then turns back to watch Camelot. "Trouble sleeping?" he asks.
"Yes. But all is in the distant future."
"No surprise invasions to ruin your wedding day?" Merlin asks with a grin. "No mythical beasts or wayward sorcerers?"
"Not today," Morgana grins back, but her eyes are heavy with future whispers of blood and crumbling kingdoms. Whispers Merlin and Morgana have sworn never to speak out loud to Arthur.
"You're going to make a beautiful queen." Merlin can't help the sadness in his eyes.
"I may have his heart, but you're the one who fights by his side," Morgana says longingly.
And Merlin has to laugh at the irony of that, that each one of them has what the other desires and that neither can be happy.
Morgana casually flicks a strand of her hair. "Just don't let me catch you in my marriage bed. Take it somewhere else if you must."
Merlin starts and then berates himself because Morgana hasn't been able to shock him for a long time. "Morgana, I would never…"
"Please. I know it's happened before, when you've been out at war."
Merlin can't deny it. "Arthur doesn't mean anything by it."
Morgana shrugs. "It's good for him. Releases tension when he's bored or away from Camelot. And I'd rather it be you than some random girl who can get pregnant with a bastard heir."
Merlin doesn't really have anything to say to that, so he watches the sun finish rising.
Morgana breaks the silence a moment later. "There are probably a dozen servants frantically looking for me by now, not to mention Gwen. And you should see to Arthur."
"I'll make sure he looks handsome for you," he promises.
"Merlin," says Morgana, just as Merlin is turning to leave. She reaches out to grasp his arm. "Thank you."
He nods once, before going back into the castle, following the familiar path to his king, the friend he's sworn to serve his whole life long.
Title: Wedding Day
Word Count: 459
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Morgana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Short scene between Merlin and Morgana. Future!fic.
A/N: LET'S FORGET THAT THE WHOLE ARTHURIAN LEGEND THING EVER HAPPENED, k?
Merlin is awake before dawn. He hasn't been a simple servant for a long time, but he thought that today, for Arthur, he would carry out his old duties. Arthur doesn't need to be woken just yet, and Merlin enjoys the view from the battlements in peace, before the bustle of the day can sweep him away.
The air is chilly, and Merlin wraps his robes around his body more tightly, preferring the simple solution instead of a whispered spell. The sun is just now peeking over the treetops and promises a pleasant day. Merlin grins; it is an auspicious sign for an auspicious day.
Merlin senses a presence come up behind him. "Merlin," says Morgana, to be polite, although he already knows who it is.
Merlin nods at her and then turns back to watch Camelot. "Trouble sleeping?" he asks.
"Yes. But all is in the distant future."
"No surprise invasions to ruin your wedding day?" Merlin asks with a grin. "No mythical beasts or wayward sorcerers?"
"Not today," Morgana grins back, but her eyes are heavy with future whispers of blood and crumbling kingdoms. Whispers Merlin and Morgana have sworn never to speak out loud to Arthur.
"You're going to make a beautiful queen." Merlin can't help the sadness in his eyes.
"I may have his heart, but you're the one who fights by his side," Morgana says longingly.
And Merlin has to laugh at the irony of that, that each one of them has what the other desires and that neither can be happy.
Morgana casually flicks a strand of her hair. "Just don't let me catch you in my marriage bed. Take it somewhere else if you must."
Merlin starts and then berates himself because Morgana hasn't been able to shock him for a long time. "Morgana, I would never…"
"Please. I know it's happened before, when you've been out at war."
Merlin can't deny it. "Arthur doesn't mean anything by it."
Morgana shrugs. "It's good for him. Releases tension when he's bored or away from Camelot. And I'd rather it be you than some random girl who can get pregnant with a bastard heir."
Merlin doesn't really have anything to say to that, so he watches the sun finish rising.
Morgana breaks the silence a moment later. "There are probably a dozen servants frantically looking for me by now, not to mention Gwen. And you should see to Arthur."
"I'll make sure he looks handsome for you," he promises.
"Merlin," says Morgana, just as Merlin is turning to leave. She reaches out to grasp his arm. "Thank you."
He nods once, before going back into the castle, following the familiar path to his king, the friend he's sworn to serve his whole life long.