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31 May 2015 @ 07:51 pm
Author: Storyfocused
Title: Quests And Promises
Rating: Currently T
Pairing(s): Loki (Marvel)/Morgana (Merlin) Baldr/Sif Amora/Tyr (Marvel)
Summary: AU story. Following an interesting tale of Morgana's dealings with Odin's sons (Tyr and Baldr are included since they are brothers to Thor in the mythology). A broken promise is the catalyst for a sudden journey. The journey is filled with obstacles and oddities. Loki and Morgana cross paths like ships in the night.
Warnings: None. Some sexual interactions later on.
Word Count:5142 words
Spoilers: None really.

This fic is posted on both fanfiction.net and archieveofourown. Click the site you prefer ^_^ Please review!
20 July 2014 @ 01:34 pm
Author: ink_and_fumes (Erratic Hippie, also known as ink_and_ashes)
Title: Home
Rating: Mature (more of a strong T, but just to be sure...)
Pairing(s): endgame Merlin/Morgana and Arthur/Gwen, mentions past Morgana/Gwen and Merlin/Freya. Slight OT4ish (more platonic than anything)
Summary: Monsters can't afford the luxury of a home.
Warnings: No real warnings, unless angst and fluff and humor aren't your thing. Mild murder conspiracies?
Word Count: 18,181
Spoilers: Up to 2x09, it kind of goes AU around there.

This entry is cross-posted, and you can find the story at (fanfiction.net) or (archiveofourown), whichever you prefer.
15 October 2013 @ 11:19 pm
Title: He Shows Her
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rating: mature
Summary: He can't, he breaks, and he shows her.

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He shows her.

He told himself that he wouldn't. He convinced himself that he'd never do it, he couldn't do it. He couldn't for Arthur. He couldn't for the sake of Camelot, for Albion. He couldn't.

He didn't expect it. He didn't expect to break at something so small. It was a quiet sob so full of lost faith and hope so false that maybe it was never quite there in the first place. A single, solitary sob.

He sighs and it's heavy with burden, full of destiny and guilt all rolled into one heavy ball in his chest and he shows her.

He says her name three times before she spares him a glance over her cold shoulder and it's powerful, full of despair and hurt and insecurity and he closes his eyes to get away from it all.

It's a small thing, really, another small thing on the big list of things he didn't expect. He didn't expect it to be Morgana. He didn't expect to be in her chambers. He didn't expect to be so full of guilt and uncertainty. He didn't expect the small fire in the palm of his hand to be blue.

No words are exchanged but none are needed, not anymore. When he finally opens his eyes the ball in his chest drops to his gut with a sickening thud and he looks up to meet her gaze which is suddenly much nearer than it ought to be.

She's right at his outstretched hand where the small blue flame still dances happily, unobtrusive and unhindered by the tension in the air, unaware of the despair in the room.

He says her name.

She's so close and he can nearly feel her, and he can smell her hair and see the stain left behind by a single tear that rolled down her cheek and he's not sure if the confusion and insecurity in her eyes is much better the the betrayal and the sadness that presented itself there before.

He doesn't expect it and suddenly the flame is out and she's on him, desperate and clinging to something that he cannot decipher but he gives it to her anyway.

He doesn't have time to ask what she's doing what she's thinking before he decides that he doesn't care anymore.

He's not sure how they made it to her four poster bed, no place for a serving boy and yet.

He's not sure when the grief turned into need and her despair into desire and her cold shoulder into open mouthed kisses, rough and bruising and passionate and needing and he's not sure as to what but he's giving it.

He's not certain where his shirt went, his neckerchief, her dress, their undergarments. He's not sure when his betrayal turned into their tangled limbs and sweaty skin and lips on lips and such palpable desperation in the air.

She says his name and suddenly he's on her, he's inside of her, he's on top of her and he shouts her name in reply, grips her headboard with white knuckles and gives and gives and gives.

They lie together for a while.

He dresses, slips on his shirt and locates his neckerchief and ties the laces on his trousers like this is something they've done a thousand times before, like this is routine.

Arthur will be looking for him.

He closes his eyes. He doesn't look at her. He doesn't need to. Suddenly the insecurity and the uncertainty and the how could you's aren't so palpable and he can feel it.

He pauses at the door. He says her name and pauses and stammers and stutters. He keeps his gaze to the floor and suddenly the ball in his chest isn't so large, isn't so cumbersome and full of questions, right and wrongs, what am I doing's.

He showed her.
23 September 2013 @ 03:03 pm
Title: A Mother’s Love

Author: Emachinescat

Genre(s): Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mild, infrequent language

Spoilers: s1e13, Le Morte D'Arthur

Characters: Merlin, Hunith, Gwen/Guinevere

Pairings: None

Summary: Tag to 'Le Morte D'Arthur'. When Merlin and Gaius return to Camelot from the Isle of the Blessed, it is to a heartsick Hunith, terrified that she allowed the death of her beloved son in a moment of incoherency. 1x13

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~Emachinescat ^..^
12 February 2013 @ 09:56 am
Title: For Arthur
Author: Emachinescat
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, blood
Spoilers: None
Summary: Merlin is seriously injured while protecting Arthur, throwing himself into danger without a second thought to himself. "Merlin didn't even register what he was doing until the dagger was in his chest."

06 November 2012 @ 11:20 am
Title: Fairytales and Romantic Comedies
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 7512
Warnings: Angst. No seriously.
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Morgana did not believe in love at first sight; she hated fairytales as a rule. But she was prepared, in her much more scientific way, to admit to the existence of an instant chemistry and this one smacked her like a blow to the head." 
04 November 2012 @ 08:43 am
Title: The Question
Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Gwen
Word Count: 1, 864
Summary: Gwen is moving on, but maybe she needs to let go.
Title: Recreational Magic Use Can Be Detrimental to Your Health
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Gwaine, Arthur, Gaius, Merlin, background Gwaine/half of Camelot
Warnings (including spoilers): Naked Gwaine. And how.
Wordcount: 1,360 words
Author’s Note: Inspired by the comment_fic prompt ‘Gwaine is hit with a curse that destroys any garment he wears. Nobody is unhappy about this until he goes into battle unprotected.’
Summary: Merlin’s prank goes a little awry, but luckily, most people seem okay with the results. That is, until Camelot comes under attack.
30 September 2012 @ 11:16 am
Title: Parallels
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Morgana/Leon, Uther, Arthur,
Warnings (including spoilers): Spoilers for The Sword in the Stone (S4 E12+E13). Also crossposted like woah.
Wordcount: 4,456 words
Summary: Five times Leon and Morgana came together, and one time they didn’t.