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[REPOST] Advent drabbles (set #3): Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Morgana (Merlin)
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Morgana
Rating: Up to PG
Author's note: Originally posted December 13-18 2008, written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
merlinadvent
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin or any of the characters.
Set #1
Set #2
Good Hunting
Today has not gone Arthur's way.
There had been nothing at all to hunt in the forest. He'd spent the best part of the day looking for tracks, any tracks, but he couldn't find any at all - it was as if the forest had swept up after everything. In the end he'd shot four arrows at a nearby tree out of sheer frustration. Not one hit it. He'd ridden in silence back to the castle.
Today has not gone Arthur's way. So far.
Now he has a different prey in mind. One that, he suspects, won't mind being caught.
~*~
Greeting The Guests
Today, Morgana doesn't envy Arthur one bit. In fact, she almost feels sorry for him, but she feels much worse for Merlin. He's the one looking after the unruly mob; taking orders, cleaning up. All Morgana is expected to do is greet them, maybe talk to them for half an hour, and then she can make her excuses and leave.
When she finds out from Gwen that night that Arthur introduced Merlin to his extended family as a friend, Morgana laughs. She can't help but imagine the look on the king’s face if he had told them the real truth.
~*~
Bad Magic
There were types of magic you weren't meant to mess with, spells you weren't supposed to say. Merlin knew this. Merlin had known this for a long time.
But it still didn't explain how, in the process of making a Christmas present for Arthur, he had instead managed to sprout antlers.
At least the present was perfect. He could only hope Arthur would like it. Otherwise he would have to find a way to distract him from it. Starting with a kiss. It wouldn't necessarily have to end there either...
He really had to get rid of the antlers first.
~*~
Precious Gift
It doesn't matter, Morgana thinks, if they have a few minutes alone.
The whole castle is busy. Servants are busy taking presents to their masters, messengers bringing tidings from kings and lords of other lands.
No-one could possibly notice.
Gwen kisses her before the door has really shut; one hand on Morgana's waist, the other protecting her head from the stone wall. They are never apart long, but moments like this are still precious. For a while it's the quietest room in the castle.
Morgana can't help but think that she's got the best present she could have asked for.
~*~
Songbird
Listening to Gwen sing is one of Morgana's favourite things.
She imagines that Gwen probably sings in a morning while she’s getting dressed, or maybe when she's mending armour alone. She probably sings songs of birds and flowers, and all the other pretty things that Morgana has never really taken the time to look at, even though she has all the time in the world.
Right now though, she's looking out of the window in Morgana's chambers, signing a song about angels and snow. Morgana has never heard anything like it before, but suddenly it's one of her favourite songs.
~*~
Fit For A King
No-one stops Arthur and asks him what he's doing with the big covered tray he's taking up to his room. Which is fine by him, really.
It's only a small joint of some roasted meat or other, and some other stuff he managed to sneak from the kitchens. Merlin gets fed well enough, he knows that. But the idea of surprising him with more food than he's ever had in his life is a good one, and a surprisingly easy one at that.
It's a thank you, for showing him what he took for granted, and what he never will.
~*~
Next set
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Morgana
Rating: Up to PG
Author's note: Originally posted December 13-18 2008, written for
merlinadventDisclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin or any of the characters.
Set #1
Set #2
Good Hunting
Today has not gone Arthur's way.
There had been nothing at all to hunt in the forest. He'd spent the best part of the day looking for tracks, any tracks, but he couldn't find any at all - it was as if the forest had swept up after everything. In the end he'd shot four arrows at a nearby tree out of sheer frustration. Not one hit it. He'd ridden in silence back to the castle.
Today has not gone Arthur's way. So far.
Now he has a different prey in mind. One that, he suspects, won't mind being caught.
Greeting The Guests
Today, Morgana doesn't envy Arthur one bit. In fact, she almost feels sorry for him, but she feels much worse for Merlin. He's the one looking after the unruly mob; taking orders, cleaning up. All Morgana is expected to do is greet them, maybe talk to them for half an hour, and then she can make her excuses and leave.
When she finds out from Gwen that night that Arthur introduced Merlin to his extended family as a friend, Morgana laughs. She can't help but imagine the look on the king’s face if he had told them the real truth.
Bad Magic
There were types of magic you weren't meant to mess with, spells you weren't supposed to say. Merlin knew this. Merlin had known this for a long time.
But it still didn't explain how, in the process of making a Christmas present for Arthur, he had instead managed to sprout antlers.
At least the present was perfect. He could only hope Arthur would like it. Otherwise he would have to find a way to distract him from it. Starting with a kiss. It wouldn't necessarily have to end there either...
He really had to get rid of the antlers first.
Precious Gift
It doesn't matter, Morgana thinks, if they have a few minutes alone.
The whole castle is busy. Servants are busy taking presents to their masters, messengers bringing tidings from kings and lords of other lands.
No-one could possibly notice.
Gwen kisses her before the door has really shut; one hand on Morgana's waist, the other protecting her head from the stone wall. They are never apart long, but moments like this are still precious. For a while it's the quietest room in the castle.
Morgana can't help but think that she's got the best present she could have asked for.
Songbird
Listening to Gwen sing is one of Morgana's favourite things.
She imagines that Gwen probably sings in a morning while she’s getting dressed, or maybe when she's mending armour alone. She probably sings songs of birds and flowers, and all the other pretty things that Morgana has never really taken the time to look at, even though she has all the time in the world.
Right now though, she's looking out of the window in Morgana's chambers, signing a song about angels and snow. Morgana has never heard anything like it before, but suddenly it's one of her favourite songs.
Fit For A King
No-one stops Arthur and asks him what he's doing with the big covered tray he's taking up to his room. Which is fine by him, really.
It's only a small joint of some roasted meat or other, and some other stuff he managed to sneak from the kitchens. Merlin gets fed well enough, he knows that. But the idea of surprising him with more food than he's ever had in his life is a good one, and a surprisingly easy one at that.
It's a thank you, for showing him what he took for granted, and what he never will.
Next set