Fic: Merlin; PG; Morgana Laughs
Title: Morgana Laughs
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG for implications
Pairing/Characters: Morgana, Merlin/Arthur, mentions of Gaius
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Merlin, nor the concept. If I got money from fanfic I would be buying people a hell of a lot better christmas presents than I am doing.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. First attempt at writing Morgana-centric
Spoilers: None
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt from stardust_rain at the Merlin and Arthur comment fest over on thisissirius's journal, decided to post it up here because I quite liked it and I have discovered I quite like Morgana.
Summary: The prompt pretty much sums it up: Merlin&Arthur through Morgana's eyes. Reflection, amusement, wonder.
They think they’re being subtle, she’s sure they do. But Arthur has never been subtle in his life, a childhood of being told you’re the most important person in the Kingdom will do that to a boy and Merlin, well… she’s sure he thinks he’s being subtle, but there’s something about his face that means every twitch of a lip or an eyebrow is like he’s standing on the banquet table and shouting what he thinks.
Of course, no one else seems to notice, but Morgana came to the conclusion long ago that most of Camelot wouldn’t know a horse if it ran them down. Except for Gaius, he knows, but then, she’s always been positive that Gaius knows everything ever since the day she arrived in Camelot, ten years old and shedding silent tears for her father and he leant down to her and gave her an apple with a look in his eyes that said ‘I understand, I know there’s nothing I can say and I’m sorry’.
So Gaius definitely knows. But Uther doesn’t, and that is how it must stay.
Sometimes she entertains the thought of holding this over Arthur’s head, making him jump and dance for it by threatening him with telling the King. But there are some things which she will not (cannot) do, and one of those is ruin this.
Because it’s more than just Arthur getting bored and yanking Merlin into that room beside the armoury for a little entertainment. She had thought it was just like always, when she had first heard their voices, low with amusement, caution and lust, as she walked down that corridor and she had been unsettled by it, because Merlin was not one of those background servants, whom Arthur could use and then ignore.
Merlin was important; she knew it from her dreams. She had been seeing his face since she was tiny, but had never understood what it meant until she saw him while waking. Thrown into a jail cell for impudence his first day in Camelot. He is important, to everything, not that she quite knows how, not to mention that he is a good person as well. So if Arthur was taking out the tedium of court life, she would have had to do something.
But then she saw them at the next feast, and she watched as Arthur quirked his mouth fractionally into a smile as they caught each others’ eye. Then Merlin quirked his eyebrows up with a grin that would have looked merely bemused had she not known what they were doing. As it was, his smile looked downright suggestive and she felt a strange thrill of knowledge whisk up her spine.
They disappeared shortly after, trying to be blasé about the whole thing, but Arthur kept straying that little too close to his manservant, and Merlin’s fingers were drumming against his hip jerkily. Uther did not even notice his son go, but Morgana did.
Then there was the time she went to Arthur’s room in the morning, and she walked in without knocking - she never knocked in the mornings: it was far too amusing to watch Arthur try to maintain his dignity with tufted hair and squinting eyes. They were standing in the middle of the room, and Arthur’s hand was on Merlin’s cheek, not aggressive, not tentative, but as though it belonged there, and they were kissing, long leisurely kisses as though they had all the time in the world.
She left them to it, closing the door as quietly as she could, but making noise as she walked away, trying to warn them without warning them that unlocked doors and secrets did not go well together.
The dreams are clearer, now that she knows, and she sees Merlin and Arthur standing together in the middle of a storm, like they were always meant to (made to). They stand before armies and darkness and things that are beyond her vision, and Merlin’s eyes flash gold as Arthur’s sword flashes silver and red and she knows that there is death and despair but through it all there is them.
When she wakes up, she shakes with fear and sobs with hope, because they have to get through that.
She smiles at them as they walk past, and Arthur blinks in stupid confusion, no doubt wondering what she is planning, but Merlin smiles back, and as he walks away he winks, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the torch. He knows she knows, and he is okay with that.
She smiles again, to herself this time, and Gwen asks her what is so amusing. There is nothing she can say because this is not her secret and even Gwen - kind-hearted, wonderful Gwen - cannot be told. One day she will find out for herself, but until then Morgana is more than happy to keep this secret.
She revels in the knowledge, watching them covertly, trying to teach Merlin subtlety by default, but he will never catch on. They slip away from another gathering, Arthur loops his arm round Merlin’s shoulders again, and they share smiles that are just that little bit too bright. She hoards every action and hint away and looks around with amusement at the rest of the court who have no idea that they are watching one of the greatest stories of their time unfold before their very eyes.
And Morgana laughs.
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG for implications
Pairing/Characters: Morgana, Merlin/Arthur, mentions of Gaius
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Merlin, nor the concept. If I got money from fanfic I would be buying people a hell of a lot better christmas presents than I am doing.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. First attempt at writing Morgana-centric
Spoilers: None
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt from stardust_rain at the Merlin and Arthur comment fest over on thisissirius's journal, decided to post it up here because I quite liked it and I have discovered I quite like Morgana.
Summary: The prompt pretty much sums it up: Merlin&Arthur through Morgana's eyes. Reflection, amusement, wonder.
They think they’re being subtle, she’s sure they do. But Arthur has never been subtle in his life, a childhood of being told you’re the most important person in the Kingdom will do that to a boy and Merlin, well… she’s sure he thinks he’s being subtle, but there’s something about his face that means every twitch of a lip or an eyebrow is like he’s standing on the banquet table and shouting what he thinks.
Of course, no one else seems to notice, but Morgana came to the conclusion long ago that most of Camelot wouldn’t know a horse if it ran them down. Except for Gaius, he knows, but then, she’s always been positive that Gaius knows everything ever since the day she arrived in Camelot, ten years old and shedding silent tears for her father and he leant down to her and gave her an apple with a look in his eyes that said ‘I understand, I know there’s nothing I can say and I’m sorry’.
So Gaius definitely knows. But Uther doesn’t, and that is how it must stay.
Sometimes she entertains the thought of holding this over Arthur’s head, making him jump and dance for it by threatening him with telling the King. But there are some things which she will not (cannot) do, and one of those is ruin this.
Because it’s more than just Arthur getting bored and yanking Merlin into that room beside the armoury for a little entertainment. She had thought it was just like always, when she had first heard their voices, low with amusement, caution and lust, as she walked down that corridor and she had been unsettled by it, because Merlin was not one of those background servants, whom Arthur could use and then ignore.
Merlin was important; she knew it from her dreams. She had been seeing his face since she was tiny, but had never understood what it meant until she saw him while waking. Thrown into a jail cell for impudence his first day in Camelot. He is important, to everything, not that she quite knows how, not to mention that he is a good person as well. So if Arthur was taking out the tedium of court life, she would have had to do something.
But then she saw them at the next feast, and she watched as Arthur quirked his mouth fractionally into a smile as they caught each others’ eye. Then Merlin quirked his eyebrows up with a grin that would have looked merely bemused had she not known what they were doing. As it was, his smile looked downright suggestive and she felt a strange thrill of knowledge whisk up her spine.
They disappeared shortly after, trying to be blasé about the whole thing, but Arthur kept straying that little too close to his manservant, and Merlin’s fingers were drumming against his hip jerkily. Uther did not even notice his son go, but Morgana did.
Then there was the time she went to Arthur’s room in the morning, and she walked in without knocking - she never knocked in the mornings: it was far too amusing to watch Arthur try to maintain his dignity with tufted hair and squinting eyes. They were standing in the middle of the room, and Arthur’s hand was on Merlin’s cheek, not aggressive, not tentative, but as though it belonged there, and they were kissing, long leisurely kisses as though they had all the time in the world.
She left them to it, closing the door as quietly as she could, but making noise as she walked away, trying to warn them without warning them that unlocked doors and secrets did not go well together.
The dreams are clearer, now that she knows, and she sees Merlin and Arthur standing together in the middle of a storm, like they were always meant to (made to). They stand before armies and darkness and things that are beyond her vision, and Merlin’s eyes flash gold as Arthur’s sword flashes silver and red and she knows that there is death and despair but through it all there is them.
When she wakes up, she shakes with fear and sobs with hope, because they have to get through that.
She smiles at them as they walk past, and Arthur blinks in stupid confusion, no doubt wondering what she is planning, but Merlin smiles back, and as he walks away he winks, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the torch. He knows she knows, and he is okay with that.
She smiles again, to herself this time, and Gwen asks her what is so amusing. There is nothing she can say because this is not her secret and even Gwen - kind-hearted, wonderful Gwen - cannot be told. One day she will find out for herself, but until then Morgana is more than happy to keep this secret.
She revels in the knowledge, watching them covertly, trying to teach Merlin subtlety by default, but he will never catch on. They slip away from another gathering, Arthur loops his arm round Merlin’s shoulders again, and they share smiles that are just that little bit too bright. She hoards every action and hint away and looks around with amusement at the rest of the court who have no idea that they are watching one of the greatest stories of their time unfold before their very eyes.
And Morgana laughs.