FIC: And A Fairy Sits On Your Shoulder (Leon/Morgana, PG-13,)
And a Fairy Sits On Your Shoulder
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Leon/Morgana, with a slight drop of Gwen/Arthur
Disclaimer: Most of these images are either from the BBC website or from rawr_caps. And yes, that first image *is* Seamus Finnegan from Harry Potter. References to series one and two.
Summary: There's a reason why Leon is so lucky.
A/N: My first dabble into Leon/Morgana, written for my wubby, nasirid, for her birthday on Monday. Hope you have a wonderful day, my dear.
This is a mixture of a lot of silly and a bit of seriousness (the seriousness is mostly towards the end, because I could not make light at all of the situation.) I hope you find it vaguely funny.
This is very picture heavy! It’s a picfic. I hope it works because it took me ages to upload.Split in two parts because lj is stupid.
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Once upon a time, there was a boy called Leon, who looked like this:
He was very special, although he did not know it. His mother was the last surviving magical person of Camelot, although she did her best to keep this secret hidden. Her magical abilities were not passed on to her son, for magic is passed down through the same gender. Instead, Little Leon was bestowed with the gift of tremendous luck. When all the other children got chickenpox that lasted for weeks, Little Leon merely got mousepox, which lasted an hour. When he used to go tree-climbing with his friends, he’d be the only one to climb to the top of the tree without falling off, despite the fact that he was half his friends’ size, and whenever they used to play let’s-sneak-pass-the-guards-without-getting-caught, Leon would win every time.
Despite his good fortune, it never did occur to Little Leon that he was blessed with such a gift, and hence he never let it get to his head.
His mother and father were incredibly proud of their flourishing yet humble son. In their eyes, he could do no wrong.
One day when Little Leon was ten, he came home after seeing a show at the castle and announced triumphantly, “I want to be a jester!”
His parents were slightly dismayed by this piece of news. They had high hopes for their son, and wished him to be a physician or an aide to the king, but most certainly not someone who would be laughed at for all the wrong reasons. So rather delicately, they told their son that to be a jester, one had to go to Jester School on the other side of the country and they could not afford to send him.
Distraught, Little Leon went to his room and cried.
He is also drew a picture.
Jesters are cool, he thought. And Little Leon wanted to be cool.
After a while though, he confined himself to the fact that he just wasn’t going to be a jester.
So he set his sights on something else.
He most certainly did not want to be a librarian. They weren’t cool. Nor did he want to be a physician, or a horse trainer, or a stall-keeper. After he had narrowed his options down quite a bit, he was left with only a few options. One of them was to become a knight. Little Leon considered this. Knights didn’t wear cool hats like jesters, but they did wear helmets and chainmail and they got to carry a sword around. He deliberated on this for quite a while.
Yes, he finally decided, when I grow up I will become a knight, and not only that but the best knight in Camelot.
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A few years later, Little Leon grew up and looked like this:
By then, he wasn’t quite so little anymore. In fact, he was considered quite tall. He was also considered quite handsome by the ladies of Camelot, but unfortunately he was never around when they said such things.
Leon did indeed become a knight, and excelled in sword-fighting and guard duty. One day, he even got commended for reprimanding the most people trying to trespass his post. Leon never let any of his achievements go to his head. His duty was to serve and protect Camelot, and he made sure to do this the best he could, like any good man would.
Being a knight meant he had to hang out a lot with Prince Arthur.
Prince Arthur was a bit of a pillock and also a bully, but Leon managed to get along with him for the most part. As much as he disliked it when Arthur was less than a gentleman to his people, there were always others such as Morgana to put him in his place.
Leon liked Morgana quite a lot. She was witty and beautiful, not to mention she always wore the most flattering outfits.
But beyond glimpsing her from afar and defending her honour from further, he never got the chance to talk to her. It did not matter anyway; he didn’t really stand much of a chance with her. After all, everyone assumed that Morgana was to marry Arthur. Leon thought this a little weird, since they’d grown up like brother and sister, but who was he to judge?
So instead, he set aside his feelings, and focused on becoming a great knight. Leon considered himself quite fortunate that he was never killed or severely injured, not like many of his fellow companions. Everyone but him seemed to be chosen for missions that ended in certain death. Leon was usually just put on sentry duty.
Whenever Leon wasn’t busy being a knight or fighting for survival, he liked to hang out with the other men.
They’d joust and sword-fight and exert their masculinity; sometimes he would fight Arthur and he’d pretend that Arthur won fair-game.
In this time, he completely forgot about his attraction to Morgana.
But then as luck would have it, Arthur (who wasn’t so much of a bully anymore but was still a bit of a pillock) decided he wasn’t attracted to Morgana in the first place.
He was attracted to somebody else.
That, and he was also quite prone to being possessed by women of the blonde persuasion.
And rather quickly, Leon allowed himself to reinstate his feelings for Morgana.
All in all, this made him a happy man indeed.
Part II