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TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal
Short cracky Gwen/Morgana AU
Title: The Bodyguard
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Warnings: None. Unless you count Morgana threatening to turn a maid into a frog.
Summary: Gwen is the rightful once and future queen. Morgana is her spectacularly bad tempered bodyguard.
The Bodyguard
Morgana stamps into court at a little past lunch time that afternoon, dragging a kitchen maid by the hair.
“Found her!” She shakes the maid.
The maid is screaming and sobbing which makes it rather hard to hear what Morgana is saying, but Gwen gets the gist.
“Morgana, put the girl down.”
Morgana has a particularly manic gleam in her eyes. Gwen knows it to be the same one she gets at the prospect of going to war or castrating the men who attack unsuspecting women down dark allies.
“But I’d so much rather take my knife to her! Cut her up – I’ve a potion that calls for the bones of a virgin – ”
This is not helpful. The girl’s screams grow higher pitched and desperate. Morgana seems to think that shaking her harder might quiet her, but it in fact has the opposite effect.
The court stands petrified before the spectacle.
“Morgana,” Gwen begins again, louder and firmer. “Put. The girl. Down. You’re hurting her.”
Morgana snorts, sighs, and tosses the girl away from her in disgust. “Won’t you even let me turn her into a toad?”
“No,” Gwen folds her arms. “What has she done?”
“Tried to poison you.” Morgana holds up a little vile of something grey and evil smelling, “I found her putting this into your goblet. Tell the queen who paid you?”
The girl begins to babble, shaking, incoherent, eyes huge, hands clasped – she makes absolutely no sense. Gwen sighs, orders her guards to have the girl taken down to the dungeons until she has calmed enough to talk, and then retires to her chambers, calling Morgana after her.
Morgana skulks along in her wake like a sulky child.
MOAR Arthur/Gwen Fic!
Title: The Queen’s Blood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Yup folks - it’s a period fic. Blood and everything.
Summary: Gwen has to explain the basics of female bodily functions to her husband, who is somewhat alarmed to wake up to bloody sheets two days after his marriage.
The second night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being what it was – indeed she thanked her lucky stars it hadn’t happened the day before. Bit of a shock for Arthur, when he already had so much to be surprised by that night.
It was Arthur who woke her, in fact, in a panic.
“There’s blood! There’s blood on the sheets – Gwen, are you hurt?”
Gwen blinked, glanced down, and groaned. “I shouldn’t have worn this nightdress. I knew it would be soon.”
Her husband stared at her, uncomprehending. “But are you hurt?”
“What? No – Arthur, has no one actually explained to you – ”
No one had.
That a man of twenty five – a king, at that – could be so unaware of the basic workings of a woman’s body seemed utterly ridiculous to Gwen, but then, she remembered Morgana’s panic the first time it had ever happened to her. She had come in to her chambers one morning to find the then young girl cowering in her wardrobe, convinced that she was dying. No one had explained to her either, since she had largely been raised by men who seemed to think an education in her own body was an unseemly thing to grant a girl. The nobility were a strange people.
“This happens… every month?” Arthur was incredulous. “Every month? Forever?”
um. GUYS. Could you all stop chicken-littling about this thing for long enough to consider that in actual fact we have NO IDEA if what this journalist is upset about has anything to do with the potential Bradley/Angel photoshoot?
And that, if you check her twitter, it seems that actually this is about an interview she’s doing with Colin Morgan and a fan being rude about THAT and thus has NOTHING TO DO with fans being horrible about Angel? (Even though that is a legit thing that happened and is every shade of wrong in the rainbow, of course.)
Just… don’t blow this into something bigger than it is and don’t start pestering this journalist over something that has nothing to do with anything! That’s not going to make the fandom look any less crazy!
Angel on the Gwen/Morgana relationship in series 5.
(Source: fayrose, via doylefan22)
I am, officially, no longer a student.
Today, Gwen and Morgana went on a field trip, and I applied to do a creative writing MA in Kent. It’s just been one of those days.
Officially stocked up for Easter (as presented by tiny!Gwen and tiny!Morgana).
On top, marzipan ‘robin’ eggs, wrapped in foil peanut butter filled chocolate eggs, on the right, praline ‘quail’ eggs, and in the middle, organic milk chocolate and raspberry egg.
If I have to work through easter weekend I can at least have ALL the posh expensive chocolate.
criddlemynizzle asked:
Guinevereeeeeeeeeee
She doesn’t miss Morgana. Not really. That’s the sadness of it. She stopped after a while - and when she realised she had stopped she grew sad for that but the emotion was a misty, vague one and dissipated quickly. Now there is only a faint, puzzling disjoint when she thinks of her. The spoiled mistress, the well-meaning (if occasionally oblivious) friend, the genuinely warm hearted young woman who tied ribbons into Gwen’s hair - and the creature who now stalks shadows and nightmares somewhere beyond the walls of the castle. Gwen can only think of one or the other, as if they are two distinct entities (and in many ways, they are) and to focus too hard on the hinge between the two leaves her feeling faintly sick. Why does she still feel guilty?
4x10: The Hunter’s Heart
(Source: fuckyeahmerlinladies, via witchpieceoftoast)
(Source: brightporclain)
