Posts tagged morgana

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.

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Title: Her Honour
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mordred/Morgana (one-sided)
Warnings: None really. Two men being dicks and Mordred slapping them about appropriately?
Summary: Short vignette; Mordred defends Morgana’s honour, Morgana is amused that he thinks he has to.

Notes: This could be taken as either a missing scene or an AU from 5x02. However, I may be on the verge of writing a little series of these (HALP), in which case it will be the start of an AU since in my version Mordred will come to the conclusion that snuggling Morgana may be a better way to stop her than stabbing her is.

Her Honour

“She’s a beauty though, isn’t she? They say she was the jewel of Uther’s court ten years ago.”

“Her? Well – if you don’t mind getting your dick frozen off in the attempt.”

Raucous laughter.

Mordred has had about enough. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

The guards glance up, unintimidated.

“Aw, want her for yourself, do you?”

“I’d watch it, my boy – they say she sucks the souls of her lovers out through their cocks.”

This comment comes from a mouth which is promptly slack with horror as its owner is hoisted ten feet off the ground by an invisible hand currently clenched around his windpipe. Mordred snatches him into the air, tosses him, catches him at the throat, holds and squeezes. He is stronger than he was as a boy, not because of any greater magical ability but because of the tighter control he has on his rage – the ways in which he has learned to channel it. He shakes the man, like a dog with a rat by the scruff of its neck, and just for a moment allows himself to enjoy it.

“Mordred!” Morgana, small in her cloak, hard shoulders squared against the cold, hurries into the hall where they’ve been lingering.

Mordred drops the man, watches as he and his friend bolt from the room.

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witchpieceoftoast replied to your post: Help I’ve fallen down a Mordred/Morgana hole and now I can’t get up.

Just try to imagine it all in a non-relationshippy way? Like… familial bonding comfort fic? I have no idea, but if you write something fluffy today, I’ll end up reading it, I don’t even care what it is.

Well a lot of the premise is that Mordred finds himself a bit desperately in love with her but she’s really not having any of it (HE’S A BABY. SHE’S FIGHTING A ONE WOMAN WAR AGAINST THE WORLD AND DOES NOT HAVE TIME FOR HIS BULLSHIT. Also HE’S A BABY). So it lends itself mostly to unrequited angst more than anything. :P

But I’m intrigued by a dynamic that potentially flips a more stereotypical fantasy romance on its head: young, pretty, slightly naive romantic girl trying to save/redeem an older, hardened but very damaged male protagonist with the power of her genitals WUV. There is something to gender swapping that relationship, I tell ya!

THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED. I WANTED THE OPPOSITE OF THIS.

Or poisoning her.

Or just in general torturing her.

Can we please STOP pretending that that’s okay just because she happens to be on the wrong side of this narrative?

In fact I am over this show torturing women IN GENERAL. It wasn’t fun when they kept hurling Gwen in jail and threatening to execute her, either. It was ESPECIALLY not fun when Morgana was the one orchestrating it, because oh my god can we not have a single female/female relationship on Merlin where ONE OF THEM ENDS UP DEAD OR INSANE?

I am sick of seeing women suffer so men can be heroic. I am sick of seeing women suffer so men can have character development. I am sick of seeing women suffer in lieu of having character development themselves. It’s cliched, it’s problematic, and it makes me feel faintly sick. I would like something else to watch, please. 

Title: Steady the Cup
Rating:  R
Characters/Pairings:  Morgana/Morgause
Spoilers/warnings:  Morgana/Morgause so, you know, incest
Summary: A missing scene from The Sins of the Father. 

She comes that night, and puts her hands on Morgana, and it’s been so long – too long – and it feels like a miracle, and it’s over too quickly.

“Sorry,” Morgana murmurs, embarrassed.

“So eager,” Morgause is amused. “What are you apologising for?”

“Is has… been a little while.”

“Don’t you have that pretty lady’s maid?”

Morgana wonders how she knows. But then, Morgause clearly knows a great deal more than she should about almost everything.

“Gwen and I have known each other too long. She’s grown bored of me.”

“Bored of you?”

“Or at least – I suspect she has been distracted.”

“I can’t imagine anyone having their attention diverted from one such as yourself once they have you,” Morgause is murmuring it into Morgana’s wrist, kissing where the skin is translucent, the veins papery and pulsing. Morgana likes the feel of her breath, it is hot and it is real, somehow more intimate than a kiss.

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