\Gwen/ \Morgana/
Today I come bearing recs for Merlin fic involving Gwen and/or Morgana. My favorite part about Merlin? The way that you can mix and match anyone to make an awesome pairing. \0/ I haven't seen past series one, so all of these are either AU or set during that time. One of these days I will actually be current on the episodes of my open canon fandoms, and the world will end in a blaze of fire. ;-D (For 14valentines Day 6: Sexual Assault)
Dwell in Possibility by
glim (Gwen/Merlin, AU, PG)
"Can I ask… Your name. Is it like the queen? Guinevere?"
"What, just like you're like the wizard, Merlin?"
Merlin shrugs and leans forward in his seat across from her at the table. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm an incredibly ancient, incredibly powerful sorcerer."
to war by
whynot (gen, PG)
Arthur gets a hair-raising sensation at the back of his neck every time he walks by Morgana training the troops.
"Father," he says, the next time they have a moment alone. "Are you quite sure the war with Wales is a good idea?"
"It was never a good idea, Arthur," Uther intones, "and that is why we must end it."
Arthur worries.
Five Times Morgana's Magic Went A Bit Wrong by netgirl-y2k (gen, PG)
Morgana stared intensely at the candle she'd placed on the table next to Gwen, nothing happened. She glared, still nothing happened.
“It doesn't always work, I'm still getting the hang of it. But I can do it,” Morgana said, a little defensively. “I started that fire in my chambers.”
“I'm sure you did,” said Gwen. “So, um, have you been practising that speech for long?"
Don't Be Sorry by sparky77 (permutations of Merlin/Arthur/Morgan/Gwen, PG)
“You know what I mean, Arthur.”
“Yes, I do. You too, you know, whenever you want.”
Morgana smiles and kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you, Arthur.”
There are some days when Morgana is still his favourite person in the world.
in this state she gallops by la_esmeralda_ (Gwen/Morgana/Merlin, PG)
Ostensibly, then, she is here to watch out for danger. But her real reason is far more selfish: curled by door, arms hugging her knees, she is here to watch them - flickering, beautiful, stringing magic between their fingers easily - and it's enough to distract her from the humdrum life and responsibilities of the castle. Merlin and Morgana are both so similar in these hours with their dark heads and bright eyes, their lips completing words the other forgets. They throw balls of lights about the room, move objects. They summon things that never were, they turn milk to water and water to wine; they get giddy on their own abilities. Slow, slow as ever, teases one; try this, returns the other. They laugh, the sounds of joy echoing from the walls. Gwen smiles to see them. They are wrapped within their bubble; the unbridled magic rocks the air about them.
In Search of Elysium by phantomjam (Gwen/Morgana, R)
They have to abandon the horses two days out of Camelot - Uther’s men are watching the roads. Word travels faster than their tired horses ever could, outpacing them even in their headlong race and calling all the guards to arms, the people to alert. The price on Morgana’s head is great. The price on Gwen’s is far less; Uther doesn’t much care whether she’s brought back alive.
First Night by penknife (Merlin/Arthur/Gwen, PG)
Gwen squares her shoulders. "We'll need to arrange some kind of, some kind of feast for the wedding," she says. "That'll make it not seem so bad that we didn't invite anyone to the coronation."
"What coronation," Arthur says, in familiar sharp tones of complaint that are almost comforting, "it's not a coronation when someone shoves a crown on your head and says here, you're the king now, pick up this damn sword-"
"It was sincerely meant," Merlin says. He meets Arthur's eyes, and he thinks Arthur might for a moment be fighting a smile.
Land & Bread by
whynot (gen, PG)
The old king is dead and Arthur has stepped into his place. Long live the king.
"You don't think the head on a pike is a bit... much?" asks Gwen, sotto voce.
"You don't have to look at it if it displeases you," says Arthur as Galahad stands the pike in the ground.
"It's not that," she replies, and Arthur takes her hand and they wave at their new subjects. She says, "What if it begins to smell?"
no more yielding by
such_heights (Morgana/Gwen, Merlin/Arthur, PG)
"Well, aren't you crown prince stick-in-the-mud," said Morgana.
"I am not, I-- take that back!"
"Only if you come outside with me." Morgana shrugged her cloak on. "I'll wager anything that's where Gwen and Merlin are."
Sometimes I Forget I’m Still Awake by paperclipbitch (Arthur/Gwen, PG)
“Is she angry?” he asks, sounding gleeful and far younger than he actually is.
Gwen allows a small smile in return. “Very angry, sire.”
“Is she casting aspersions on my manhood yet?”
“Yes, sire.”
Arthur’s grin gets even wider. “Has she threatened to have me castrated yet?”
Before We Get Much Older by ficbyzee (Gwen/Morgana, PG)
"This--this is what you wanted me for?" Gwen asks, and Lady Morgana looks down at the floor, her cheeks growing a little pink.
"I wanted some company," she mutters.
Gwen wasn't expecting that, but it sounds like something she can handle. "Of course," she says. "What would you have me do?"
Quarter View by
blackeyedgirl (Merlin/Arthur/Morgana/Gwen, PG)
It is different, now that there are four of them, and not only two. Two may argue, and splinter apart. With four, there are endless tangled variations, winding and unwinding, so none of the four may leave, lest they pull another loose. Sometimes they make pairs. Since Ealdor, they always end up together again eventually.
An Ever-Fixed Mark by imperfectcircle (Merlin/Morgana/Gwen/Arthur, AU, PG)
"This is not going to be fun, you understand," he said under his breath as Merlin leaned forward to refill his goblet.
"Of course not," Merlin grinned back. "Sire."
"I hate weddings," Arthur continued, almost conversationally. "And I am nothing if not generous with my displeasure."
"Of course." Merlin's cheeks were beginning to hurt.
Boys and Girls by penknife (Gwen/Morgana, R)
Gwen is glad that she will never have to explain what she and Morgana have been doing, because she can't. It just got strange all on its own, and she expects there is some good explanation for it that she just doesn't know. Possibly there is something in one of Gaius's books that talks about how sometimes when you are the maid to a fine lady, funny things happen.
When the Maiden Loved the Knight by danse-amore (Gwen/Morgana, PG-13)
Gwen loved to hear about princesses. She loved when her mother described the great dances, and she would always make her stop and go back to them, asking sleepy, wondering questions ("What was Princess Mara wearing? Diamonds? But wasn't Princess Elena jealous? I would be.") and pressing for details about the long looks shared between a princess and her chosen knight. And when her mother told her about the battle maidens of the far north, who wielded swords like men and slew giants, Gwen sat bolt upright and decided that princesses were the most perfect things in the world.
So when the Lady Morgana was introduced to the court, her tiny, pale face set and sorrowful, Gwen peeked out from behind her father's legs and was struck with a kind of awe. Camelot had a princess, and she was beautiful.
and there is pansies, that's for thoughts by ignipes (gen, Gwen/Lancelot/Merlin, PG)
"I don't know what you're so upset about," said Morgana. She settled herself into a chair and arranged her skirts daintily. "It's my handmaiden that wretched upstart is intent upon despoiling."
Arthur snorted. "If you believe that, you're blinder than the old cook who caught scarlet fever last winter."
Morgana lifted her chin haughtily. "You shouldn't make jokes about peasants falling ill."
Arthur pretended to be abashed. "Very well. But that doesn't change the fact of your inability to see scandalous liaisons when they're right before your eyes."
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Dwell in Possibility by
glim (Gwen/Merlin, AU, PG)
"Can I ask… Your name. Is it like the queen? Guinevere?"
"What, just like you're like the wizard, Merlin?"
Merlin shrugs and leans forward in his seat across from her at the table. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm an incredibly ancient, incredibly powerful sorcerer."
to war by
whynot (gen, PG)
Arthur gets a hair-raising sensation at the back of his neck every time he walks by Morgana training the troops.
"Father," he says, the next time they have a moment alone. "Are you quite sure the war with Wales is a good idea?"
"It was never a good idea, Arthur," Uther intones, "and that is why we must end it."
Arthur worries.
Five Times Morgana's Magic Went A Bit Wrong by netgirl-y2k (gen, PG)
Morgana stared intensely at the candle she'd placed on the table next to Gwen, nothing happened. She glared, still nothing happened.
“It doesn't always work, I'm still getting the hang of it. But I can do it,” Morgana said, a little defensively. “I started that fire in my chambers.”
“I'm sure you did,” said Gwen. “So, um, have you been practising that speech for long?"
Don't Be Sorry by sparky77 (permutations of Merlin/Arthur/Morgan/Gwen, PG)
“You know what I mean, Arthur.”
“Yes, I do. You too, you know, whenever you want.”
Morgana smiles and kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you, Arthur.”
There are some days when Morgana is still his favourite person in the world.
in this state she gallops by la_esmeralda_ (Gwen/Morgana/Merlin, PG)
Ostensibly, then, she is here to watch out for danger. But her real reason is far more selfish: curled by door, arms hugging her knees, she is here to watch them - flickering, beautiful, stringing magic between their fingers easily - and it's enough to distract her from the humdrum life and responsibilities of the castle. Merlin and Morgana are both so similar in these hours with their dark heads and bright eyes, their lips completing words the other forgets. They throw balls of lights about the room, move objects. They summon things that never were, they turn milk to water and water to wine; they get giddy on their own abilities. Slow, slow as ever, teases one; try this, returns the other. They laugh, the sounds of joy echoing from the walls. Gwen smiles to see them. They are wrapped within their bubble; the unbridled magic rocks the air about them.
In Search of Elysium by phantomjam (Gwen/Morgana, R)
They have to abandon the horses two days out of Camelot - Uther’s men are watching the roads. Word travels faster than their tired horses ever could, outpacing them even in their headlong race and calling all the guards to arms, the people to alert. The price on Morgana’s head is great. The price on Gwen’s is far less; Uther doesn’t much care whether she’s brought back alive.
First Night by penknife (Merlin/Arthur/Gwen, PG)
Gwen squares her shoulders. "We'll need to arrange some kind of, some kind of feast for the wedding," she says. "That'll make it not seem so bad that we didn't invite anyone to the coronation."
"What coronation," Arthur says, in familiar sharp tones of complaint that are almost comforting, "it's not a coronation when someone shoves a crown on your head and says here, you're the king now, pick up this damn sword-"
"It was sincerely meant," Merlin says. He meets Arthur's eyes, and he thinks Arthur might for a moment be fighting a smile.
Land & Bread by
whynot (gen, PG)
The old king is dead and Arthur has stepped into his place. Long live the king.
"You don't think the head on a pike is a bit... much?" asks Gwen, sotto voce.
"You don't have to look at it if it displeases you," says Arthur as Galahad stands the pike in the ground.
"It's not that," she replies, and Arthur takes her hand and they wave at their new subjects. She says, "What if it begins to smell?"
no more yielding by
such_heights (Morgana/Gwen, Merlin/Arthur, PG)
"Well, aren't you crown prince stick-in-the-mud," said Morgana.
"I am not, I-- take that back!"
"Only if you come outside with me." Morgana shrugged her cloak on. "I'll wager anything that's where Gwen and Merlin are."
Sometimes I Forget I’m Still Awake by paperclipbitch (Arthur/Gwen, PG)
“Is she angry?” he asks, sounding gleeful and far younger than he actually is.
Gwen allows a small smile in return. “Very angry, sire.”
“Is she casting aspersions on my manhood yet?”
“Yes, sire.”
Arthur’s grin gets even wider. “Has she threatened to have me castrated yet?”
Before We Get Much Older by ficbyzee (Gwen/Morgana, PG)
"This--this is what you wanted me for?" Gwen asks, and Lady Morgana looks down at the floor, her cheeks growing a little pink.
"I wanted some company," she mutters.
Gwen wasn't expecting that, but it sounds like something she can handle. "Of course," she says. "What would you have me do?"
Quarter View by
blackeyedgirl (Merlin/Arthur/Morgana/Gwen, PG)
It is different, now that there are four of them, and not only two. Two may argue, and splinter apart. With four, there are endless tangled variations, winding and unwinding, so none of the four may leave, lest they pull another loose. Sometimes they make pairs. Since Ealdor, they always end up together again eventually.
An Ever-Fixed Mark by imperfectcircle (Merlin/Morgana/Gwen/Arthur, AU, PG)
"This is not going to be fun, you understand," he said under his breath as Merlin leaned forward to refill his goblet.
"Of course not," Merlin grinned back. "Sire."
"I hate weddings," Arthur continued, almost conversationally. "And I am nothing if not generous with my displeasure."
"Of course." Merlin's cheeks were beginning to hurt.
Boys and Girls by penknife (Gwen/Morgana, R)
Gwen is glad that she will never have to explain what she and Morgana have been doing, because she can't. It just got strange all on its own, and she expects there is some good explanation for it that she just doesn't know. Possibly there is something in one of Gaius's books that talks about how sometimes when you are the maid to a fine lady, funny things happen.
When the Maiden Loved the Knight by danse-amore (Gwen/Morgana, PG-13)
Gwen loved to hear about princesses. She loved when her mother described the great dances, and she would always make her stop and go back to them, asking sleepy, wondering questions ("What was Princess Mara wearing? Diamonds? But wasn't Princess Elena jealous? I would be.") and pressing for details about the long looks shared between a princess and her chosen knight. And when her mother told her about the battle maidens of the far north, who wielded swords like men and slew giants, Gwen sat bolt upright and decided that princesses were the most perfect things in the world.
So when the Lady Morgana was introduced to the court, her tiny, pale face set and sorrowful, Gwen peeked out from behind her father's legs and was struck with a kind of awe. Camelot had a princess, and she was beautiful.
and there is pansies, that's for thoughts by ignipes (gen, Gwen/Lancelot/Merlin, PG)
"I don't know what you're so upset about," said Morgana. She settled herself into a chair and arranged her skirts daintily. "It's my handmaiden that wretched upstart is intent upon despoiling."
Arthur snorted. "If you believe that, you're blinder than the old cook who caught scarlet fever last winter."
Morgana lifted her chin haughtily. "You shouldn't make jokes about peasants falling ill."
Arthur pretended to be abashed. "Very well. But that doesn't change the fact of your inability to see scandalous liaisons when they're right before your eyes."
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