Posts tagged gwen x morgana
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.
Gwen & Morgana, Modern AU: Summer Time
I love drawing these two so much! <3
(via fuckyeahmerlinfemslash)
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?
