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Two Gwen/Morgana ficlets
Title: Change for the Better
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: mild PG-13
Warnings/spoilers: Spoilers for episode 2x04, reference to threatened sexual assault
Words: 825
Summary: What happened after that epic hug.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosemaryandrue's prompt "scarlet", originally posted here at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
camelot_fleet.
"I lost your cloak," Gwen said, "the scarlet one. I'm sorry, I know it was your favourite."
Morgana pulled away and stared. She was so grateful to have her Gwen back in her arms again, her clothing was the last thing on her mind. In fact, until that moment she hadn't even noticed that Gwen was wearing Morgana's dress, or that it was torn and stained, or that her face was dirty and her wrists chaffed.
"What did they do to you?" Morgana said, her voice low and controlled.
"Nothing, they–" Gwen bit her lip, looked down. "They pushed me around a bit, and they made a lot of threats. I won't say I wasn't scared, but they didn't hurt me."
Morgana hugged her again. She just didn't want to let go. "I should have come for you myself," she said. It was all she'd been thinking about in the days they'd been apart. That and the way those men leered at her when she'd taken off her dress by the water – the same thin, frilly dress Gwen was wearing now. "I shouldn't have let Arthur convince me to stay back, not when you needed me."
Gwen shook her head. "You came back here and got help. That was what I needed from you, not have you risk being captured again. We agreed, remember? Back in that tent?" Then Gwen took her hand and led them back to Morgana's room. "He teased me, you know," she said. "Hengist. He said no one in the world cared for me, or they would have sent the ransom. But I knew you wouldn't leave me there, I knew you and Merlin and Arthur did care. I knew I'd be all right, and soon I'd be back here with you."
Gwen smiled her shy, sideways smile. She was making her voice strong, making her story sound like a story of belief and trust, but Morgana knew her. She could hear the terror just underneath, still raw, like a wound covered up with cloth, not yet healed.
"We need to get you out of these clothes," Morgana said, and then stopped herself, smiled. "Not that they don't suit you…"
Gwen laughed. "Well, not in this condition, that's for sure."
When Morgana sent a chambermaid to prepare a bath Gwen tried to protest, saying whatever Morgana needed, she would take care of it, but Morgana wouldn't hear of it. "I'm taking care of you now," she said.
She had Gwen sit on the bed and carefully took off her shoes and then loosened the bands at her arms and her waist.
"This is silly," said Gwen, "I can do it myself."
"You can," said Morgana, "but I'd rather you let me help you."
Because Gwen had helped Morgana undress a hundred times – sometimes because a dress really was too complicated for Morgana to get out of on her own, sometimes because Morgana was tired, but more often just because it was an excuse for them to be together, for Gwen's hands to work and to linger at Morgana's back, her waist, her bodice. The first time they'd ever kissed had been an evening after a feast, when they'd both had more than a little bit to drink, and even once Morgana's clothes were all lying around her feet they didn't want to stop touching each other.
Today wasn't like that. The sun was still shining and they were both too aware of every sore muscle or scraped bit of skin to relax into each other's hands. As Morgana pulled away the layers of cloth she wasn't just uncovering Gwen's perfect body the way she'd done before. She was finding new scars – some visible on her skin and others only in the way she moved, the way she turned away.
Gwen stopped protesting, let Morgana wash away they dirt and sweat and blood. Gwen touched her finger lightly to the cuts still healing on Morgana's face.
The sun was still shining and, though they were both tired, it wasn't time to go to bed. Gwen dressed in one of her own clean dresses – all right, it was a hand-me-down from Morgana, but one she'd been using for months, one that she wore easily.
"That's much better," she said. "Thank you." And though the words were simple, everyday pleasantries, Morgana knew she meant them, that she was feeling better in her own skin than she had an hour ago. Morgana hadn't been able to rescue her herself, but at least she was helping now.
"I don't want to go out," Gwen continued, "and talk to them, to anybody. I will, of course, but I don't want to just yet."
Morgana nodded and said, "You don't have to. We can stay here all day. We can do whatever you want. I…Gwen, I'm so happy to have you home."
Gwen's smile spread across her whole face this time, bright and true as the afternoon sunshine.
Title: Another beginning of the end
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: strong PG-13
Warnings/spoilers: none - refers to episode 2x03, but not really spoilery
Words: 750
Summary: Gwen and Morgana on the run.
Notes: Fornetgirl_y2k's prompt "fire", originally posted here at camelot_fleet.
Gwen was with her the second time Morgana set the curtains on fire. They knew this time Uther would either blame Gwen or find out the truth about Morgana, so they simply left before anyone else had a chance find out and start making accusations. It hurt not to tell Arthur or Merlin, but they couldn't risk meeting anyone else on their way out, "Especially Gaius," Morgana said grimly.
At first there'd been some excitement along with the fear and sadness – sneaking through the castle and the stables in the chill before dawn, avoiding the guards and silently agreeing on the path they should take, even though it wasn't familiar.
They made good progress and, with no indication that they'd been followed, took the luxury of buying a meal and staying at an inn in the town they reached just after sunset. They shared a bed and talked about the future, saying they didn't need Uther and they didn't need the druids either. They'd done all right since they lost their fathers. They'd do all right on their own.
Morgana whispered her promises and her thanks in Gwen's ear and then she kissed Gwen's breasts and her belly and Gwen laughed because it tickled. Gwen spread her legs and Morgana gave her thanks without words, and Gwen moaned until she came and then turned them around and gave back.
It was a good beginning, that morning, that day and that night, and they curled together under the blankets. Morgana slept more soundly than she had in months, and Gwen was sure they would be safe from now on.
But when they woke up neither one of them wanted to move. It had rained overnight and the sky outside was daunting and grey. The bed was warm and it was hard to think of leaving it, especially when they didn't know where they needed to go.
"Away from Camelot," Gwen said, so they kept on in the direction they'd gone the day before. They passed through another town in the afternoon, but it didn't seem right to stop so early, or to spend more money when they didn't know how long Morgana's coins and jewelry had to last them.
It rained on and off all evening, never enough to soak them but enough to drown out the last of their good mood.
There wasn't another town. They stopped at two lonely houses where the farmers guiltily turned them away, saying only that they didn't want trouble. They passed by another old house that frightened them more than the thought of sleeping under the clouds, or even going back to Camelot.
They ended up in a cave half a mile from the road. It wasn't tall enough for them to stand and barely deep enough for them to sit or lie down, but they could see from the remains of a fire that they weren't the first travellers to take shelter here.
They found some wood that was damp rather than wet, and Morgana awkwardly stripped off the bark with her dagger, hoping the inside would be dryer. Gwen tried striking the flint and steel she'd bought in the town, but she couldn't get a spark to catch. "My dad said it's in the way you flick your wrist," she said, "but I never did learn. It never seemed so important before."
Morgana took her turn with the flint, but it worked no better than staring at the pile of wood and willing it to burn. They both thought of the candle and the curtains in Morgana's bedroom in the castle. "I can't control it," she said, "I can't." She shifted on the rocky ground and they both remembered the soft, warm bed they'd left behind. Morgana started shivering and found she couldn't stop, even when Gwen wrapped her arms around her, hushed her, told her it didn't matter, that she would keep her warm and keep her safe. Morgana clung to her and trembled and tried to believe it was true. "I'm sorry," she said.
"We never thought it would be easy," Gwen said.
They hadn't, but they'd said they'd be strong, strong together, and right now it was the last thing they felt. They were cold and wet and small, and the night was vast and dark with no stars or moon to measure it by. That was the real beginning, that night, when they started to understand just how strong they'd need to be to survive on their own.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: mild PG-13
Warnings/spoilers: Spoilers for episode 2x04, reference to threatened sexual assault
Words: 825
Summary: What happened after that epic hug.
Notes: For
rosemaryandrue's prompt "scarlet", originally posted here at camelot_fleet."I lost your cloak," Gwen said, "the scarlet one. I'm sorry, I know it was your favourite."
Morgana pulled away and stared. She was so grateful to have her Gwen back in her arms again, her clothing was the last thing on her mind. In fact, until that moment she hadn't even noticed that Gwen was wearing Morgana's dress, or that it was torn and stained, or that her face was dirty and her wrists chaffed.
"What did they do to you?" Morgana said, her voice low and controlled.
"Nothing, they–" Gwen bit her lip, looked down. "They pushed me around a bit, and they made a lot of threats. I won't say I wasn't scared, but they didn't hurt me."
Morgana hugged her again. She just didn't want to let go. "I should have come for you myself," she said. It was all she'd been thinking about in the days they'd been apart. That and the way those men leered at her when she'd taken off her dress by the water – the same thin, frilly dress Gwen was wearing now. "I shouldn't have let Arthur convince me to stay back, not when you needed me."
Gwen shook her head. "You came back here and got help. That was what I needed from you, not have you risk being captured again. We agreed, remember? Back in that tent?" Then Gwen took her hand and led them back to Morgana's room. "He teased me, you know," she said. "Hengist. He said no one in the world cared for me, or they would have sent the ransom. But I knew you wouldn't leave me there, I knew you and Merlin and Arthur did care. I knew I'd be all right, and soon I'd be back here with you."
Gwen smiled her shy, sideways smile. She was making her voice strong, making her story sound like a story of belief and trust, but Morgana knew her. She could hear the terror just underneath, still raw, like a wound covered up with cloth, not yet healed.
"We need to get you out of these clothes," Morgana said, and then stopped herself, smiled. "Not that they don't suit you…"
Gwen laughed. "Well, not in this condition, that's for sure."
When Morgana sent a chambermaid to prepare a bath Gwen tried to protest, saying whatever Morgana needed, she would take care of it, but Morgana wouldn't hear of it. "I'm taking care of you now," she said.
She had Gwen sit on the bed and carefully took off her shoes and then loosened the bands at her arms and her waist.
"This is silly," said Gwen, "I can do it myself."
"You can," said Morgana, "but I'd rather you let me help you."
Because Gwen had helped Morgana undress a hundred times – sometimes because a dress really was too complicated for Morgana to get out of on her own, sometimes because Morgana was tired, but more often just because it was an excuse for them to be together, for Gwen's hands to work and to linger at Morgana's back, her waist, her bodice. The first time they'd ever kissed had been an evening after a feast, when they'd both had more than a little bit to drink, and even once Morgana's clothes were all lying around her feet they didn't want to stop touching each other.
Today wasn't like that. The sun was still shining and they were both too aware of every sore muscle or scraped bit of skin to relax into each other's hands. As Morgana pulled away the layers of cloth she wasn't just uncovering Gwen's perfect body the way she'd done before. She was finding new scars – some visible on her skin and others only in the way she moved, the way she turned away.
Gwen stopped protesting, let Morgana wash away they dirt and sweat and blood. Gwen touched her finger lightly to the cuts still healing on Morgana's face.
The sun was still shining and, though they were both tired, it wasn't time to go to bed. Gwen dressed in one of her own clean dresses – all right, it was a hand-me-down from Morgana, but one she'd been using for months, one that she wore easily.
"That's much better," she said. "Thank you." And though the words were simple, everyday pleasantries, Morgana knew she meant them, that she was feeling better in her own skin than she had an hour ago. Morgana hadn't been able to rescue her herself, but at least she was helping now.
"I don't want to go out," Gwen continued, "and talk to them, to anybody. I will, of course, but I don't want to just yet."
Morgana nodded and said, "You don't have to. We can stay here all day. We can do whatever you want. I…Gwen, I'm so happy to have you home."
Gwen's smile spread across her whole face this time, bright and true as the afternoon sunshine.
Title: Another beginning of the end
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: strong PG-13
Warnings/spoilers: none - refers to episode 2x03, but not really spoilery
Words: 750
Summary: Gwen and Morgana on the run.
Notes: For
netgirl_y2k's prompt "fire", originally posted here at camelot_fleet.Gwen was with her the second time Morgana set the curtains on fire. They knew this time Uther would either blame Gwen or find out the truth about Morgana, so they simply left before anyone else had a chance find out and start making accusations. It hurt not to tell Arthur or Merlin, but they couldn't risk meeting anyone else on their way out, "Especially Gaius," Morgana said grimly.
At first there'd been some excitement along with the fear and sadness – sneaking through the castle and the stables in the chill before dawn, avoiding the guards and silently agreeing on the path they should take, even though it wasn't familiar.
They made good progress and, with no indication that they'd been followed, took the luxury of buying a meal and staying at an inn in the town they reached just after sunset. They shared a bed and talked about the future, saying they didn't need Uther and they didn't need the druids either. They'd done all right since they lost their fathers. They'd do all right on their own.
Morgana whispered her promises and her thanks in Gwen's ear and then she kissed Gwen's breasts and her belly and Gwen laughed because it tickled. Gwen spread her legs and Morgana gave her thanks without words, and Gwen moaned until she came and then turned them around and gave back.
It was a good beginning, that morning, that day and that night, and they curled together under the blankets. Morgana slept more soundly than she had in months, and Gwen was sure they would be safe from now on.
But when they woke up neither one of them wanted to move. It had rained overnight and the sky outside was daunting and grey. The bed was warm and it was hard to think of leaving it, especially when they didn't know where they needed to go.
"Away from Camelot," Gwen said, so they kept on in the direction they'd gone the day before. They passed through another town in the afternoon, but it didn't seem right to stop so early, or to spend more money when they didn't know how long Morgana's coins and jewelry had to last them.
It rained on and off all evening, never enough to soak them but enough to drown out the last of their good mood.
There wasn't another town. They stopped at two lonely houses where the farmers guiltily turned them away, saying only that they didn't want trouble. They passed by another old house that frightened them more than the thought of sleeping under the clouds, or even going back to Camelot.
They ended up in a cave half a mile from the road. It wasn't tall enough for them to stand and barely deep enough for them to sit or lie down, but they could see from the remains of a fire that they weren't the first travellers to take shelter here.
They found some wood that was damp rather than wet, and Morgana awkwardly stripped off the bark with her dagger, hoping the inside would be dryer. Gwen tried striking the flint and steel she'd bought in the town, but she couldn't get a spark to catch. "My dad said it's in the way you flick your wrist," she said, "but I never did learn. It never seemed so important before."
Morgana took her turn with the flint, but it worked no better than staring at the pile of wood and willing it to burn. They both thought of the candle and the curtains in Morgana's bedroom in the castle. "I can't control it," she said, "I can't." She shifted on the rocky ground and they both remembered the soft, warm bed they'd left behind. Morgana started shivering and found she couldn't stop, even when Gwen wrapped her arms around her, hushed her, told her it didn't matter, that she would keep her warm and keep her safe. Morgana clung to her and trembled and tried to believe it was true. "I'm sorry," she said.
"We never thought it would be easy," Gwen said.
They hadn't, but they'd said they'd be strong, strong together, and right now it was the last thing they felt. They were cold and wet and small, and the night was vast and dark with no stars or moon to measure it by. That was the real beginning, that night, when they started to understand just how strong they'd need to be to survive on their own.