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krazykipper . Kip had a birthday long ago, which I forgot about. Then I remembered about it and promised her a drabble. Then I forgot about that. So then I said ‘hey I write you 3 drabbles!’ Which I did. Two weeks later. So, uh, TADAA?
Pairings/characters as requested, Kip's prompts under the cut tags.
Corona – Gen (or Gwen/Morgana, depends on your goggles) – PG
Prompt: first day
That night Morgana dreams of birds, sleek feathers brushing over her. She is one of them, rising higher and higher, until Camelot is nothing but a speck of dirt. She flies until she burns, the sun turning her black wings into charred bone.
Morgana wakes screaming but doesn’t remember why.
There’s a woman kneeling by the bed, her yellow dress spreading around her like a pool of light.
“I’m Gwen,” she says, her eyes worried. “You’re freezing, my lady! You must let me warm you up.”
Morgana wants to protest, but Gwen's touch feels good and she curls towards her.
Standpoint – Arthur/Merlin – PG
Prompt: Merlin gets put into the stocks and Arthur appreciates the view.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Arthur takes a bite of his apple. “I’m eating my lunch, I thought it was obvious.”
Merlin glares at him the best he can, his head held in place by the unforgiving wood. “I thought you’d at least be on the other end of the town square, leering at my ass.”
“I can leer at your ass anytime,” Arthur says mildly. It’s a nice day. The sun’s out and people are cheery. No one’s throwing rotten fruit, not with the crown prince sitting right next to the stocks.
Arthur stretches lazily, enjoying the peace.
Imparity – Gen – PG
Prompt: Morgana realises Merlin's secret
He’s laughing, delighted like a small child at Yule, and that throws her more than the magic. There’s a ball of blue flames dancing between his hands, zigzagging up into the canopy of trees. Morgana has seen enough archery to know what this is. Target-practice, she thinks absently, watching as Merlin uses his powers to neatly snap off one slender branch, then two.
It’s obvious Merlin is the one in control, using magic like a tool, and not the other way around. Morgana’s fingernails dig into the thick bark of the tree she’s hiding behind. She is suddenly, blindingly jealous.
krazykipper . Kip had a birthday long ago, which I forgot about. Then I remembered about it and promised her a drabble. Then I forgot about that. So then I said ‘hey I write you 3 drabbles!’ Which I did. Two weeks later. So, uh, TADAA?Pairings/characters as requested, Kip's prompts under the cut tags.
Corona – Gen (or Gwen/Morgana, depends on your goggles) – PG
Prompt: first day
That night Morgana dreams of birds, sleek feathers brushing over her. She is one of them, rising higher and higher, until Camelot is nothing but a speck of dirt. She flies until she burns, the sun turning her black wings into charred bone.
Morgana wakes screaming but doesn’t remember why.
There’s a woman kneeling by the bed, her yellow dress spreading around her like a pool of light.
“I’m Gwen,” she says, her eyes worried. “You’re freezing, my lady! You must let me warm you up.”
Morgana wants to protest, but Gwen's touch feels good and she curls towards her.
Standpoint – Arthur/Merlin – PG
Prompt: Merlin gets put into the stocks and Arthur appreciates the view.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Arthur takes a bite of his apple. “I’m eating my lunch, I thought it was obvious.”
Merlin glares at him the best he can, his head held in place by the unforgiving wood. “I thought you’d at least be on the other end of the town square, leering at my ass.”
“I can leer at your ass anytime,” Arthur says mildly. It’s a nice day. The sun’s out and people are cheery. No one’s throwing rotten fruit, not with the crown prince sitting right next to the stocks.
Arthur stretches lazily, enjoying the peace.
Imparity – Gen – PG
Prompt: Morgana realises Merlin's secret
He’s laughing, delighted like a small child at Yule, and that throws her more than the magic. There’s a ball of blue flames dancing between his hands, zigzagging up into the canopy of trees. Morgana has seen enough archery to know what this is. Target-practice, she thinks absently, watching as Merlin uses his powers to neatly snap off one slender branch, then two.
It’s obvious Merlin is the one in control, using magic like a tool, and not the other way around. Morgana’s fingernails dig into the thick bark of the tree she’s hiding behind. She is suddenly, blindingly jealous.