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prompt: storm • evil!Morgana • angst, depression, suicidal thoughts • 104W

She wants to lift their whole world, their wretched bodies, homes, castles, horses, and hurl them into the storm. She's standing in the eye, in the only perfect calm place while deadly gusts of wind are flowing out of her black sleeves, and golden eyes flash lightning. But when the chaos runs out, it leaves behind desolation, the wreckage of not only her enemies but also herself, helpless and so powerless to regain her sister, her kingdom, herself. She lies down on the ashen ground and waits for her doom to come for her, destiny in his staff, doom in the quiet steps.

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Fill for @merlinmicrofic, for the Prompt ‘Storm’! (Merlin/Arthur, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply)

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It was always going to happen at some point. Half of the castle staff had made serious bets on it.

But no-one - and this includes Merlin and Arthur themselves - was expecting their first kiss to take place in a dingy, dirty cave in the middle of nowhere and the midst of a thunderstorm.

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Hey friends,

as there now also appears to be @merthurmicrofic, please be mindful about tagging the right blog. I'll ignore submissions for prompts not of this event, so if something doesn't get reblogged within a day or two, make sure to check you tagged right!

(That said, merthur fills have been/are/will always be welcome here, and you're also welcome to crosspost if you fill prompts for both events!)

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For @merlinmicrofic prompt "storm"

Pairing: Merthur if you squint

Rating: gen

Warnings: None

Words: 499

There is always a storm in Arthur’s eyes. The blue seems to go from a serene sea to a greyish cloud. It's only sorrow that makes them cloudy.

Anger makes them icy, blazing a cold fire. Merlin would love to say it was always righteous anger, but it would be a lie. Arthur has a temper, an echo of his father.

Where he differs though, is in making amends, admitting his follies. His eyes simmer, unsure, a slow-rolling wave just off the shore. As if he fears rebuke. Another mark of Uther.

It's not only his eyes that Merlin watches. When Arthur is at his desk, working on the humdrum everyday tasks of ruling; reading missives and pleas, drafting reports—though Merlin writes them; even with his royal education Arthur struggles to spell and his handwriting is shaky—Merlin watches his brow wrinkle in concentration. In the years that have passed since he was appointed manservant, lines have begun to settle on Arthur's face, faint crow's feet around those tempestuous eyes, a wrinkle to his forehead that doesn't leave when he relaxes. Merlin thinks, privately, they only accentuate Arthur's noble features.

His profile is something to behold. Bathed in firelight, Arthur’s face is thrown into sharp relief, the angles and planes of it highlighted in red and gold. Arthur’s jaw is angular, though it's tempered by a boyish roundness his face never lost. His cheekbones aren't as prominent as Merlin’s own, but they are still noticeable, there to admire.

Merlin admires Arthur's nose, too. The regal curve, the crookedness setting him apart from any other ten-a-penny beauty. Arthur calls it imperfect, but Merlin has heated disagreements with him on that subject. It is not the nose a simpering portrait artist would draw, that much is true. It suits Arthur, makes him real and unique. Merlin adores it.

Arthur's lips draw Merlin’s eye most. They're delicate, almost feminine, although Arthur’s visage is all male. They're plush, soft-looking, though Merlin is close enough to see they are often chapped and bitten through being out in all weathers, and from the way he chews his bottom lip when he's unsure.

The storm carries through Arthur’s body. His hands, broad and calloused from years of swordplay gesticulate wildly when he speaks, though never when he's in the council chambers. He stays stiff, measured. He must, for the older councillors will not hold with displays of passion.

Passion, though, is what Arthur knows. He has never followed any cause without loud and unselfconscious dedication.

He squares broad shoulders in the face of anything, straightens his impressive stature, and faces anything head-on—for better or worse.

Arthur trusts Merlin to weather his storms. He no longer dismisses him when guilt and disappointment eat at him and he does naught but pace like a caged bear.

He allows, now and then, Merlin’s long fingers to stroke his golden locks, to soothe the squall within him.

When Arthur sleeps, Merlin perched on the bed beside him, the sea is calm.

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for the @merlinmicrofic prompt "storm"

G / 500 words / Merlin&Arthur / no warnings / AO3 link

Summary: Part 3 of "final frontier" (part 1, part 2) In the 24th century, Merlin may have finally found a way to save Arthur's life. (A Star Trek crossover)

final frontier, part 3

Only by sheer luck was Merlin not stabbed or trampled during the second it took for him to materialise. There was screaming, metal clashing, and above, a storm raging, thunderous. The dark sky flashed with lightning, illuminating the ravine. Camlann.

He wasn't supposed to be that late, he was supposed to find Gwen and Arthur beforehand, he- He cursed, ducked under a blade swung at him, and ran.

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He was too late to stop Mordred. Finding Arthur was like stepping into a memory of helpless terror. Merlin pushed the feeling down. He had to be quick - transport Arthur, find Gwen, leave before his past self had the chance to meddle.

The storm roared, fell silent, screamed again. Merlin looked around. The world wavered, the fallen knights flickered in and out of existence. The subspace field was collapsing. The past, fading. He gathered Arthur in his arms as if by touch alone he could change the universe's laws. He was out of time.

He tapped his communicator. “Emrys to Enterprise. Two to beam up directly to sickbay.”

---

It took a security team of three to tear him from Arthur's side.

“Mr Emrys. I understand this is a difficult situation for you, but this has gone far enough. You have violated the prime directive, you have gone behind my back and used untested technology for an unauthorised mission, you have endangered this ship, its crew and yourself, and I will not-”

“Captain, I had no choice, please, he's-”

“Doctor Crusher will do everything in her power to save this man, and I promise you that you will be informed the moment she has any news. But-”

“I have to-”

“But for now, you are relieved of your duties and will confine yourself to your quarters.”

Merlin lowered his eyes to hide the glow of magic that welled up unbidden, wanting to break free. He knew that he could be of no help to the medical team. There was nothing he could do – separated from the planet's magic, the sword's curse had faded. Unlike Merlin, Mordred and even Morgana had been reliant on the power of their world. Now, it was a mere matter of cut flesh and lost blood. But knowing and feeling had always been two very different things.

“You don't understand, I-”

“Now, Mr Emrys.”

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Merlin waited. He should have been good at that by now, but by the time Worf escorted him to sickbay, he was jittery with nerves. He had traversed galaxies and centuries, but the single step behind the screen that had been erected around Arthur's cot felt bigger than any journey he had ever made.

“Merlin?” Arthur winced as he moved, but bravely sat up. He looked pale and tired. But it was him. It was really him. Merlin stood stock-still, hands covering his mouth, but couldn't stifle his sob.

Arthur gave him a lopsided grin. “Now now Merlin, the physician said I'm going to be fine, don't be such a wuss.”

Merlin sobbed some more.

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For the @merlinmicrofic prompt "I got you."

G / 500 words / Merlin&Arthur / no warnings / AO3 link

Summary: Part 2 of "final frontier". (Find part 1 here) In the 24th century, Merlin may have finally found a way to save Arthur's life. (A Star Trek crossover)

final frontier, part 2

“Computer? Run holodeck program Emrys 1D.”

A full day of travel lay before the Enterprise and Merlin wandered the Camelot grounds unhurried, watching the sunset, before making his way to Arthur's chambers.

“I brought a bottle of Talaxian champagne.”

“Is that another of your made-up words?”

“No, it just hasn't been invented yet.” He carried two cups over to Arthur's desk and uncorked the bottle. “It's for celebrations.”

“Oh?” Arthur set down his quill. “What's the occasion?”

“I've completed my temporal transporter.” Merlin pulled up a chair and downed his champagne in one gulp. “This time, I won't let you die.”

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“So you mean to tell me I died nearly two millennia ago, I am but an elaborate fiction, and you intend to magic yourself back in time to save the real me?”

They'd moved to Arthur's bed, comfortably leaning against the headboard, and passed the bottle between them. Merlin was feeling maudlin but content. Holodeck Arthur was his favourite sounding board, and never had he been so close to achieving his goal. Centuries of research, of pushing the limits of both magic and science, were coming to fruition.

“Not magic. Technology. You see, there are... holes. In space. They can bring you to another place instantaneously and sometimes even to a different time. They're dangerous, but I have found a way to contain their theta radiation and neutrino emissions and fuse them with transporter technology. That way I can configure a controlled, localized subspace distortion to take me exactly where, or rather, when I want.”

“Sounds like magic to me.”

Merlin bumped their shoulders together. “It's not.” Ever since he'd told program 1D Arthur about his magic, he had been teased endlessly about being lazy and doing everything with magic. Merlin liked 1D Arthur a lot better than 1A to C, who had all tried to run him through with a sword.

“Look.” He called upon his magic, and a swirl of light appeared above them. “This is our galaxy. Every little light is a sun, many of them surrounded by worlds like our own, full of life. We're about here.” He pointed at a spot in the galaxy's arm. “And this is where we're going. This is... was home. And once we're there...”

Arthur settled lower on the bed. “It's beautiful.” He reached up and touched Merlin's face, and only then did Merlin notice that his cheeks were wet with tears. “Don't cry,” Arthur murmured and wiped them away, “it's alright, I got you, I'm here for you.”

It was too kind. The real Arthur would have called him a girl and put him in a headlock. Melancholy clawed fiercely at his heart.

For a while they were quiet, then Merlin stirred, knowing it was time to program the transporter. Arthur sat up. “I wish I could come with you when you leave this holodeck thing. I want to see the starship.”

“Soon.” Merlin climbed off the bed and gave him one last smile. “I'll show you everything.”

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for the @merlinmicrofic prompt queerplatonic

G / 500 words / Merlin&Arthur, Gwen&Merlin&Arthur / no warnings / AO3 link

Summary: In the 24th century, Merlin may have finally found a way to save Arthur's life. (A Star Trek crossover.)

final frontier, part 1

Captain's log, stardate 45369.4. We are en route to the Albion Theta system, where the Enterprise is to assist with the analysis of two class M moons. Lieutenant Commander Emrys has asked that we take a short detour to the Ngame nebula, where he hopes to conclude his study on temporary wormholes that have been observed to form around T-Tauri type stars. Since we are well ahead of schedule, I have granted his request.

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“Computer? Run holodeck program Emrys 2C.”

The console chirped. “Program loaded. Enter when ready.”

Behind the hydraulic doors, the faint hum of the Enterprise's engines gave way to the bustling noise of Camelot. Quickly, Merlin skipped down the stairs to the courtyard. Somehow, in this program, he was always late.

“How good of you to join us, Merlin.” Arthur tossed him a bag over his horse's back. “The queen and I already feared we would have to serve our food and drink ourselves.”

“You mean you were afraid because you're helpless,” Merlin shot right back. “Gwen is perfectly capable of being a functioning human.”

Gwen laughed. “He's trying to say he would've missed you terribly.”

“On the contrary, I'd appreciate some peace and quiet.” Arthur fastened his saddlebags, looked up and made a face. “What in god's name are you wearing?”

Merlin was still in his black-and-yellow Starfleet overall. “My uniform.”

“A uniform? You?”

“At least he can dress himself and doesn't have his shirt on backwards,” Gwen said and exchanged a grin with Merlin when Arthur fell for it and looked down to check on his perfectly right way around tunic.

“Let's go,” Arthur commanded, voice sour but with a badly concealed twinkle in his eyes.

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Dutifully, Merlin had laid out their picnic blanket, filled their goblets, plated their food, and hidden behind quick wit and easy smiles the reverence with which he did so. Gwen saw right through him, he could read it in her expression, and easily accepted and returned his love. Arthur did too, even though his affections came barbed with insults and hair-ruffling.

“Come,” Gwen said after they had eaten and tugged on him to sit right beside her where she could rest her head on his shoulder.

Arthur was inspecting their remaining food. “What even is this? Looks like earthworms.”

“Gagh. A Klingon delicacy.”

“You eat it then if it's so delicious,” Arthur said and tried to shove a forkful into Merlin's mouth, who squirmed more than the worms did as Arthur pinned him in place and Gwen, to Merlin's horror, did not come to his rescue.

Merlin only won their tussle because they were laughing too hard and Arthur dropped the worms; and Merlin pushed him down and there he remained, his head in Merlin's lap, loose-limbed, out of breath, and smiling.

"Riker to Emrys,” said a disembodied voice.

"Go ahead."

“Please report to the bridge. We are approaching the nebula.”

“Acknowledged. On my way.” He ran his fingers through Arthur's hair once. Twice. “Computer? End simulation.”

(to be continued)

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Finally, I posted May's @merlinmicrofic as well!

I'm dipping my toes back into an old 'verse and this might be self indulgent, but it was fun to write!

Merthur, G rated

~500

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65515297

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Happy Pride, friends! The June Round is here—running till, you guessed it, June 30th 🌈

Prompts: Storm | "I got you." | Queerplatonic

For info on how this works, please check this post.

Please remember - when posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings (so, for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Storm', Arthur/Gwaine, Explicit, Graphic Violence") at the top of your post!

Prompts can be interpreted loosely, although if you pick the dialogue prompt, the line should make an appearance!

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble (100 words to the point!) When you post to tumblr, we'll check wordcounts with wordcount.com

Places/ways you can post: only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it, and log it for the masterlist!

Reminder that prompts can be submitted through the ask box (see here for more info), and one of the monthly prompts will be picked from those by random choice!

If you have any more questions that aren't answered by the posts linked in our pinned post, please don't hesitate to reach out.

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Last few days of the May Round, folks! <3

This round will run until May 31st!

1. Strawberry | "Bet?" | Wedding

For info on how this works, please check this post.

Please remember - when posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings (so, for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Feast', Leon/Merlin, Explicit, Graphic Violence") at the top of your post!

Prompts can be interpreted loosely, although if you pick the dialogue prompt, the line should make an appearance!

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble (100 words to the point!) When you post to tumblr, we'll check wordcounts with wordcount.com

Places/ways you can post: only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it, and log it for the masterlist!

Reminder that prompts can be submitted through the ask box (see here for more info), and one of the monthly prompts will be picked from those by random choice!

If you have any more questions that aren't answered by the posts linked in our pinned post, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Most importantly, have fun! <3

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Moonstruck

Fill for @merlinmicrofic May prompt: ‘Wedding’ - Freya/Merlin, 443 words. ao3

There was no priest to bless their union, no gathering of friends, no singing, no stories.

Instead: a lake, still and dark, strewn with stars. A forest that rustled as if with breath. And her – bedraggled, a wreck – beside him, a wonder, so full of life and hope it hurt to look.

Freya had long dreaded the night sky for what it heralded, but tonight her heart was easy. More than easy. It was as full as the moon that glittered in Merlin’s eyes as he braided his fingers with hers. She could not remember ever being so happy.

‘I would be yours, if you would have me.’

Softer than the wind that tousled the long grass, the words escaped before she could stop them, reckless things, a dreamer’s nonsense, all her captive longing set free unto the night. She had not said it before now for good reason: it would only make it harder when he eventually tired of her and left.

But these days that seemed like less of an inevitability.

Like pilgrims, they had wandered for weeks, far from any country hamlet, further still from Camelot. He had seen her gruesome change time and time again, and despite all her protests, still he had not gone away. These days, when she woke – wracked with pain and tasting her teeth for blood – it was in his arms: he who had talked with princes and dragons would hold her, reassure her, and doze wrapped around her while the mornings dawned golden and misty, until she slept too.

On the shore of the lake, in the shelter of the mountain, he touched her cheek, reverent, then bent to kiss her. He was so very tall.

‘But you mustn’t listen to me,’ she said when they parted. ‘I’m moonstruck. My sense will come back with the daylight.’

‘Then I’ll ask the moon to stay awhile.’ His voice was full of a smile she could only just see. ‘I’ll pause time itself, and you can say whatever you fancy, forever and ever.’

‘You are terrible,’ she said softly.

He only pulled her closer. ‘If it is terrible to want to call you mine, Freya, then yes. I am terrible beyond compare.’

‘You would have a monster to marry?’

‘What monster? I see none. There is only you and I, and the stars to witness us.’

This time she kissed him, rising up on the tips of her toes to find him in the dark. He had, of course, not truly paused time; midnight encroached as it ever did. But she was not afraid.

‘By night and by day,’ she whispered, ‘I will be your wife.’

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen/Lancelot (Merlin), Gwen & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Lancelot & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin) Additional Tags: Merlin and Arthur love to argue, Gwen and Lancelot hate to argue, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love Summary:

Merlin and Arthur discuss Gwen and Lancelot’s argument.

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For Merlin Micro Fic

Prompt: Bet

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Lancelot, Gen

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i can't stop making lists of all the times i almost told you that (i think i could've loved you better than anyone)

Gwaine/Merlin, Gwaine & Percival; Gen, Major Character Death Summary: Gwaine is dying, and all he can think about is Merlin. Written for Merlin Micro Fic prompt: Strawberries.

work under the cut

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Gwaine is a selfish man. He's known this forever; he'd known it when he left his mother and sister to fend for themselves; he'd known it when he'd left Merlin at the cave to fend for himself.

He's a selfish man, but at least the world will be rid of one more when the day is done.

"She's riding for Avalon," he croaks out, his mind repeating a chorus of one thing over and over over again. "I failed."

"No," Percival tells him, his mouth set in a grim line. He moves a strand of hair from Gwaine's face. But Gwaine knows, by now, the face of a liar. He'd seen it on Merlin's face enough times. And his own wasn't much better.

Gwaine struggles to keep his eyes open. Percival's face morphs into that of his father, and he remembers a particularly bad fever he'd had when he was a boy, and how his father had sung to him in his deep, warbling voice. His sister joined in with her tiny lungs and curled up next to him in the bed. His mother pulled her away, handed her to his father, and stuck a cool cloth on his head to soak up the sweat as he shivered under the layers of blankets.

He remembers Merlin tending to his injuries; he remembers Merlin wrapping his arm in worn bandages; he remembers going into tournaments and feeling the cloth around his arm and pretending it was Merlin's red neckerchief.

He remembers watching Merlin enter that dark, horrible cave and feeling the pull of him, wanting to follow; but Merlin had said he had to do this alone.

You know to use the sharp end, right?

What a stupid thing to say.

Gwaine's eyes were closing. Percy was repeating his name and shaking him. Gwaine's jaw was going slack. His vision was blurring around the edges. He swore he could see someone peeking out from behind the trees; was it his sister in her little pink gown or was it somewhere farther away, where Merlin's jacket was starting to blend with the trees? Was the spot of red his neckerchief or was that a red robin perched on a low-hanging branch?

"Gwaine!" Percy calls out, his face taking up Gwaine's vision. "Gwaine," Percy says again, desperate. Gwaine's vision darkens. I'm dying, he thinks. Percy moves away, his hand stifling a wretched sob. Gwaine feels a little bad for leaving him behind.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

He would've liked to share some strawberries with Merlin. He'd liked them. He would've liked to tell Merlin something more than "Look after yourself." He would've liked to offer something more than his useless self. He would've liked to be Merlin's Lancelot.

He would've liked to do more with his life. He would've liked to do more with Merlin.

"No," Percy cries, gripping Gwaine's hand tightly: the last bit of something Gwaine's been looking for his entire life.

You livened the place up.

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prompt: "wedding" | Gwen/Morgana, Gwen/Arthur, Morgana/Arthur (past) | Not Rated | Chose not to warn

{The May Queen written for @merlinmicrofic}

On the day of her wedding, Gwen paused, as a maidservant finished fastening the laces of her bridal gown, transported to another place, another time, another cause for celebration.

Then, she had fitted Morgana in a dress bright as blood, the color the same red as if spilling from a thorn-pricked finger, thinking to herself, later on, as she beheld Morgana in that same dress at the feast in question, that one day she would witness the marital union between her and King Uther’s son.

It was strange to think—now—that so many years later it was she herself being fitted in the attire of a queen, white lace and headdress of mayflowers, in preparation to wed Arthur, the now reigning king, and that by the evening’s end she would be his wife.  

That this, she now realized, was what her former friend had scorned of that day they clashed in the citadel halls…before the ceiling came crashing in, and Morgana disappeared—hopefully, she thought with a sour pang in her chest—for the good.

What did I do to make you hate me so much?

It’s what you’re destined to do, Morgana had rasped through gritted teeth, as their blades met, steel on steel, a clangor as hollow as her heart.

Was it strange that it was on her soon-to-be husband’s sister that she thought of now on this her wedding day? Recalling, remembering, her heart heavy with the memories of a time long gone now: the way Morgana had brightened at the sight of bouquets she had selflessly countless times given, of the way she had held her first during those awful, moon-dark nights as her lady woke terrified and aching for any comfort, which she gave—willingly, unconditionally—even though in the end it seemed not to matter, the secret of Morgana’s magic, the truth of her violent temperament and the hatred singing in her heart dissipating their once friendship into dust and ashes, the crushed petals of a rose, still smelling sickly sweet even in death, which would come—one day—for them all.

Fingers clasped by habit, herself unaware of the prayer rising in her throat, spoken as she had many nights by the light of a single candle in that awful year Morgana went missing, memorized as if by rote, Gwen pondered—not on Arthur nor Lancelot (of the debacle she was most relieved to have been at last forgiven)—whether she had made the right choice when Arthur leaned in to kiss her that fateful day in her quaint, cottage home, and her lips had eagerly met his in return—her secret—and swallowing now the bitterness, dismissed her maid, to traverse down the steps to the throne room whereby she would meet, not Morgana seated happily in the crowd, but her brother upon the dais in his Pendragon gold and red, whom she did love with all her heart and desired, most reverently—despite the consequences—to be his queen.

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To Us

Link to fic here

Fill for prompt: Strawberry || Gwen/Morgana || 100 words || rated G || @merlinmicrofic

Summary:

The first strawberries of the year are always something to be celebrated.

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prompt: strawberry | Morgana & Ygraine | gen 250W | modern au | @merlinmicrofic

"Morgana, isn't it beautiful? Please tell me you like it!" Ygraine lifted a dress, her gift, higher. It was indeed a beautiful summer Miu Miu dress, peach and cream coloured with a pattern of tiny coquettish strawberries.

Morgana wanted to vomit. Ygraine was incurable. Who in their right mind, seeing her always dressed in all black, would have thought she'd even look at that thing fit only for a creep's fantasy of fourteen-year-old lolitas? She probably spilled some of this out loud, because Ygraine's beautiful face fell. "You are wrong. Please, daughter, come and give it a look, I'm sure it will be a good match."

Morgana sighed heavily and got out of bed. She walked over to the tall antique oval mirror she always jokingly referred to as the Evil Queen's mirror.

"You're not my mother." she reminded her stepmother.

"But I love you like a daughter." Ygraine smiled weakly, standing behind her. She could see them both in the mirror. She, a dark pale young woman with shadows under her eyes; Ygraine, an elegant fair lady in her fifties. Tears welled in her clear blue eyes.

Guilt and remorse pricked Morgana's heart. It was not so frozen for Ygraine as everyone used to think. She took Ygraine's thin arms and wrapped them around herself, clung to the only mother she knew, and looked at their embrace and silly strawberry dress reflected in the mirror.

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Fill for @merlinmicrofic, Prompt, “Strawberry”! (Gwen/Morgana,  General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply) :D

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