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my liege we your council would not advise this course of action but we all agree it would be pretty funny regardless

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pendragon siblings yet again

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do you think uther had to pull out one of these bad boys after one too many pranks

for @merlinrarepairfest

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You don't know why I was born like this, do you. No. I'm not a monster, am I?

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{October 🍂☕} - double drabble, 200 words, modern au w/magic

Raindrops thrummed on the rooftop, speckled the windowpanes. The skies without were painted gray with weathered cloud, and the lamps inside pooled golden light, illuminating a bookcase of old favorites, some of which told their exploits—or variations thereof—and if history had forgotten them, then they had lived on in myth, in the fiction of the modern age.

Or so Morgana mused to herself that autumn morning snug beneath the bedcovers, Aithusa sleeping curled atop the duvet beside her, snoring peacefully.

It was a morning made for magic.

Crisp, she could sense it in the air—

—and certainly, believed so, hearing the clatter from the other room and then the door creak open revealing her brother carrying in his strong hands two full, steaming mugs of the coffee he had just brewed that ghostly morn, a grin upon his face.

As he handed her a cup, warm and smooth the ceramic in her soft hands, and she bent to blow across the refreshment’s tranquil surface, cooling it just so for a taste, and take a sip then she did, savoring the cream and cinnamon, she thought contentedly, if this now be home, let me linger here all my days.

{also on ao3}

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ARTHUR & MORGANA | Playlist (insp + template)

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arthur pendragon, inspired by rochegrosse's knight of the flowers / prints

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Huge thanks to @true–north for creating the inspiration for this fic 💗. 

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

This is actually inspired by my own writing 😂😅 and also by how much readers liked that particular piece sooo... . Which is a mood. 😉🥰

😬 This turned out a bit dark & sadistic and 😂 definitely feels like an AU piece with older ArMor. So a short summary:

Arthur finds the man who offended Morgana's honour at a different time and they deal with him together. Power couple™️. Also morbid/dark humour and a bit of torture & threats. And it turns smutty by the end 😳. So basically it has a bit of everything sprinkled in, or more like haphazardly thrown in as I let the characters in my head do whatever it is that they wanted to do. 😂 So it is a big ol' mess. But one borne out of love & fun. 💕

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Morgana walks side by side with Lord Larris who offered to walk her back to her chambers; she politely declined his offer at first but his insistance & her lack of viable excuses have led to her having to accept it. She keeps her distance from him during their journey, counting down the steps in her head while he babbles on and on about some thing or another; she couldn't look more disinterested than she does.

And yet he has the audacity to try and kiss her when they reach the doors to her rooms after he mentions how much he enjoys being in her company (more like how much he enjoys his own company, given how little Morgana has contributed to their 'conversation').

She slaps him across the face after she pushes him back by his shoulders. "Leave," she hisses with a dangerous glint in her eyes as she reaches for the doorknob with one hand, while keeping her eyes on him lest he tries something again. And like the pig he is, Larris moves to press her against the door. "Fuck off," she growls and her knee very nearly collides with his crotch.

"You heard the lady." Arthur grunts as he grabs the man's collar and pulls him back, quickly examining Morgana for any harm to her person other than her hair being messed up and her dress having more creases.

"She was asking for it."

Those five words are enough to have Arthur slam the man against the opposite wall, which is a threat enough in itself but to add to that he has his sword drawn and pressed against the man's bobbing Adam's apple.

"I'd gladly take your life for that alone," he draws the man's blood with his sword; toying with the idea of running it through him. "But your tongue will do so that you may never speak to another lady like that ever again. " He puts his sword away and searches for his knife, only to find it missing.

"You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun did you?" Morgana dangles the knife as if it were a toy between her fingers and he can't help but smile at her at that.

"Of course not, my lady. I only wanted to rid him of the parts with which he has offended you." He takes her free hand in his and kisses her knuckles; almost forgetting about the squirming Lord beneath his strong grip.

"My champion," she says affectionately at his words. "If you were to rid him of all of the parts that offend me, you'd have to kill him." Morgana flicks the knife in her hand and pointedly stares at the man.

"Gladly," Arthur's response is instantenous, his hand reaching for his sword again.

"But alas his tongue will have to do." Morgana decides after some lamentation and watching the man's vain attempts to get away.

"Will you do the honours or shall I?" He asks while he grabs the man's jaw and forces his mouth open.

"I have a steadier hand than you do." She starts with a playful smile.

"Oh do you, Morgana?" He snorts.

"You know I do." She continues on. "Although, you might just make it more painful for him." She muses and taps the blade against her cheek.

"And slower." He adds and then shares a look with Morgana, loosening his grip on the man after their silent conversation, allowing him to break free.

"Do you think that taught him anything?" She asks as she slides his knife back in its place while he wraps his arms around her.

"I am not sure but I did tell the guards to not let him out of the castle after I caught a glimpse of him walking with you. I am glad I was able to reach your chambers in time." He squeezes her then and welcomes the way her body melts into his.

"You could have waited for a moment or two I was about to kick him in the loins." She chuckles as she buries her face in his neck.

"Ah, I thought I saw your knee swinging." He hums and guides her to her chambers, entering with her.

"So he'll be detained by the guards?" She asks Arthur as she sits down at her dressing table to unravel her long hair.

"Yes, he will be. And rest assured he will be dead by my hands come tomorrow evening." He makes an attempt to help her with her hair, the quicker it is done, the sooner he will have her in bed with him.

"You could just take his tongue," she leans her head back against the chair as she looks up at him. Arthur sighs and shakes his head, caressing her jawline as he leans over her. "I could, but it's too small a prize in exchange for what he could have done to you."

Morgana reaches for the hand on her jaw and kisses the palm of it finding no use in arguing with him over this, when she wishes the man dead too. "But I can still take it for you," he offers and she has to laugh at the image of Arthur on his knees in front of her with a severed tongue in his hands as a token of his affections.

"I don't have any need for his tongue, or any part of him." She giggles about it still while she takes care of her hair and Arthur watches her in contemplative silence with a smile on his face, happy that the night didn't end in a tragedy but with her laughing like that with him.

"Whose tongue do you have a need for then, my lady?" He jests as he moves to sit down on her bed, taking off his boots while she changes into one of her sleepwears behind a screen.

"Let me think." She winks at him after she has changed.

"Is that my shirt?" He quirks a brow as he pulls his mirthful Morgana into his lap. "It was your shirt." She corrects him and wraps her arms around his neck.

"I can still take it back." He playfully growls as he rolls her over on the bed; their chests pressing together as their breathing picks up with their excitement.

"Do it then." She purrs as she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him in for a kiss that leaves him breathless. "Morgana," he lets out and dives back in sliding a hand beneath his her white shirt.

"Yes, Arthur?" She asks back; and damn her for looking so put together even with her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

"God have mercy," is all he manages to utter out while his hand travels higher and her breathing hitches in her throat in that cute way that makes him twitch in his breeches.

"I love you too," she responds and leans up to kiss him again and wrap her legs around him, only to flip them over and be the one on top. Arthur can't bring himself to flip them back as he now has the advantage to use both of his hands on her; determined to get Morgana to let out those cute little sounds of hers that are for his ears alone.

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

I blame this on Jealous Arthur being such fun to write. But here we go again though it's more protective him tbf 🙈. Also I was encouraged by @twisted-shipper lovely words 🥺. So thanks! And I dedicate this to you (crossing my fingers you will like it). Arthur gets into a duel over somebody who is very dear to him. 🙈 Though, I suck at writing fight scenes so it's the aftermath of said duel that was not to the death. Could have been but... I like drama so 😅 and it was more dramatic with the man still alive but injured.

And my apologies, I feel like this didn't turn out as clear as it could have been in terms of character motivation 😅. So this piece might not resonate with others as my others did. And I imagined them older in this and with this I do feel like they are not really BBCM compliant lol. Also, they are already together in this. 🥰 Just not yet married.

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Morgana hasn't been this furious with Arthur in a while, still she knows better to wait with confronting him until after the duel, her maroon favour on his arm, because of course she gave it to him, even if she did tie it tighter than she usually does.

After he wins (naturally) she follows him to his chambes and sends away the servant that wants to help with his blood splattered armour. She takes it off with his help here and there in complete silence; feeling him squirm beneath her hands, uncomfortable by the lack of their usual banter filling the quiet between sounds of the clattering of his armour. His unease pleases her, it shouldn't but it does.

"You never told me why you had to fight him." She breaks the silence between them, but instead of relief washing over the blond he looks even more uneasy than before.

"I told you enough, Morgana. I had to protect the honour of somebody dear to me." He repeats the same words as before, they are true after all, but Morgana is determined to get more information out of him.

And as he looks her up and down in her maroon dress he knows that he will eventually give it to her; Morgana seems to be perfectly aware of the pull that this particular dress of hers has on him. He is not a fool, he has noticed her wear it whenever she really wants something from him, be it persuading him to see things her way or to go against Uther in more serious matters. Little does she know that he would give her everything she asks even without her wearing the dress.

"Whose honour, Arthur?" She prods at his chest and doesn't stop until he snatches her hands in his own.

"Yours." He mutters and watches her alluring green eyes widen and then flutter closed as she thinks everything over; mulls over her next move, her next words.

"I can protect my own honour just fine." She huffs at him and pulls her hands back from his hold, annoyed with him again.

"I know." He says in a consoling tone, tired of having her snapping at him over this over him protecting her. Shouldn't ladies be thankful to their champion for this kind of thing?

"Then why couldn't you leave it up to me to deal with whatever offence he supposedly caused me?" Morgana asks and nears him again.

"Because..." how to tell her? He ponders and pinches the bridge of his nose in thought.

"Because?" Morgana urges him, although her tone is more curious than snappy now.

"I couldn't bear to listen to him speak of you the way he did. Couldn't have him continue spouting lies of your virtue." He combs his fingers through his hair and then pours himself a goblet of wine; he will need it when Morgana asks for him to tell everything the bastard said.

"Oh," is the only thing that leaves her mouth as she moves over to him and takes the goblet from his hand to take a sip herself.

"That's it? No inqueries?" He tilts his head to the side as he stares at her; it is unlike her to leave something rest like this, not when she has been riled up ever since he challenged the man.

"No, I..." she hands him the goblet but he takes a hold of her wrist instead and lets it fall to the floor and pour out onto the floor like the blood he has spilled in her name.

"You what? Morgana has he done something to you I don't know about?" His eyes narrow in anger that's not directed at her but at the man.

Now she is the one that is squirming beneath his hold and that tells him everything that he needs to know. He swallows back the lump in his throat and instead of the hold of her wrist he takes her hand in his own and squeezes it tenderly.

"It was nothing really." She tries to play it off but one look in his eyes and she drops the act. "He... followed me to my chambers." Morgana starts and squeezes his hand back. "He tried to force himself on me, but I fought him off." She can tell that the wheels in Arthur's head are turning and that he is ready to bolt out of the room and challenge the man to another duel, to the death this time.

"Arthur, nothing happened." She forces him to look at her by taking his face in her hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks after a while, his hands settling on her waist as he pulls her closer; he needs to feel her close to him, needs the reminder as to why he can't leave and do what he yearns to.

"I couldn't risk you doing something stupid. It wasn't a duel to the death and besides I couldn't risk having your judgement more clouded than it already was." She moves her hands away from his face and sets them on his chest, feeling his heart drum beneath her palm.

"When have I ever done anything stupid?" He grows cheeky at her touch, at the softness of her gaze and the care laced in her tone. "I can kill him for you still." He adds and presses his forehead against hers.

"Having him live with a permament limp and his hand cut off is more than enough consolation." She assures him, tightening her hold on him as she recalls the fury in his eyes when he cut the man without any regard to his own person.

"You'll make a merciful Queen, my lady." He kisses her forehead and temple, inhaling her flowery scent with closed eyes while she nestles against him; she must be cold, he chuckles and rubs her back as he sets his chin atop her head. "I can get you one of my coats." He offers and laughs aloud when she swats his chest and pulls away from him. "Way to ruin the moment." She rolls her eyes at him but lets him draw her back into his arms anyway.

"It'd only be ruined if you were to catch a cold while under my protection." He murmurs against her ear while leading her to one of the armchairs by the fireplace. She lets out a soft giggle as she sits down in his lap while he pulls the blanket from the back of the chair over them.

"Truly Morgana, I don't understand why you picked this dress to wear today." He shakes his head at her and brushes his thumb over her cheek as he tilts her head for a kiss; delighted by the blush on her cheeks at his words.

"I haven't worn it in a while." She reasons as her lips faintly brush against his smiling lips. Arthur hums in agreement before he gives her a proper kiss, his fingers tangling in her raven hair, which is thankfully not in any of her complicated hairdos anymore.

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

Arthur is the one who struggles with a nightmare for a change, but Morgana is right beside him, ready to comfort him. This is a piece that goes hand in hand with this one, more of a follow-up, tbh.

"Arthur," she calls his name softly when she notices that he is sitting with his head in his hands, his entire body shaking. She has never seen him like this before. But she knows from experience what it's like to be in his position. And so Morgana decides to do what Arthur does for her when she is in such a state by embracing him. She hugs him from behind, her head resting between his shoulder blades.

"I am here." She murmurs and squeezes him a little, which gets him to react and straighten up a little, his hands taking her own and holding onto them tightly. "You are safe now," Morgana whispers as she presses light kisses along his back and shoulders. "You are awake, I am here." She continues on in a soothing tone.

"Morgana," he mutters and twists his body around to face her.

She nods and caresses his face while he moves to pull her into his lap; needing her as close to him as possible, he buries his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent while she plays with his hair and hums to him softly, a lullaby their nurse used to sing to them when they were kids. He tends to hum it for her, too, when she is as distraught as he feels now.

"It'll be alright now, Arthur. I am here," she reassures him while they rock back and forth, his mouth moving against her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. Morgana believes that he is merely saying the words to the song against her skin while she hums the melody until she realises that he keeps making the same motions with his mouth, not following the formation of the words that are present in the song.

"I love you," he whispers against her while he moves to perch his chin on her shoulder. Morgana is not confident whether he means for her to hear his confession or not. So she just keeps on comforting him and trying to ignore the way his confession fills her with such joy that she is hardly able to contain her smile.

"I meant what I said, Morgana. I love you." He repeats after he pulls his head away from her shoulder, his hands moving from around her to cup her heated cheeks.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to hear it the first time." She admits and allows herself to smile while his thumbs caress her cheeks.

"I wouldn't have said it aloud if I didn't want you to hear me say it." He shakes his head at her. "It's alright if you don't want to say it back." Arthur adds and gulps; he wants to hear her say it so desperately but he knows better than to force Morgana into doing, saying something that she doesn't want to.

"No, I... I want to. I wanted to for a while, I just didn't know how or if you even reciprocated it." She shifts a little in his lap when his laugh fills the air after her words.

"If I reciprocated it? For God's sake, Morgana! Clearly, I haven't done a good job in showing you just how much you mean to me for you to think that I didn't love you the way that I do." He sighs and presses a kiss to her forehead, or at least that is what he intends to do, but as she tends to do, Morgana has another idea and instead, their lips collide in a deep kiss.

"I love you, I love you, I-" She says ardently after their kiss, only to be cut off when he kisses her back, his fingers tangling in her hair while hers clutch onto his shirt as the kiss deepens. They share soft whispers of 'I love yous.' and sweet nothings while they take breaks in between kisses that grow more and more demanding as their repressed emotions for each other finally come to the surface.

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And the planets of the universe go their way

Not astounded by the sun or the moon, or by the day

You and I will simply disappear out of sight

But I'm afraid, soon there'll be no light

I will never love again the way I loved you

You will never rule again the way you've ruled

We will never change again the way we are changing

You'll forget the chill of love but not the strain

You'll forget the chill of love but not the strain

You will remember but I die slowly

It's only an overture to something that was best

And don't condescend me

Take your leave, take your leave

Take your leave of me

Disappear through the year

I wish you gone and I don't care

Now I know

Ooh, I was wrong to live for a dream

If I had my life to live over

I would never dream, oh-oh

I would never dream, oh-oh

I will live alone and I

I still wish you gone and I

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The best way to contact me is to meet me in my dreams at 3am

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Credits: WuLiao-Yuzi

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Photography by Nona Limmen.

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