#morgwen fic

[princess-of-morkva]

for @morgwenmicrofic

| prompt: light / "i know" | (the 'getting together' part is implied for the future) | words: 396 |

| pre-relationship morgwen | other tags: hurt/comfort, implied past torture/imprisonment, magic reveal |

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There was light. Light swimming all around her.

Even with her eyes closed, it snuck in between her trembling eyelashes, showering her face with gentle warmth.

It felt so foreign that without thinking, she moved to cover her eyes with her hand-

and found that she actually could, without the terrible clanging of chains and manacles burning against her chafed wrists.

She couldn't breathe.

"—Morgana!"

"You're awake!"

Voices. She's not alone.

Her magic is a steady thrum beneath her skin, flowing unobstructed. Ready to answer her call.

Whoever comes for her, she can easily keep them away.

But the hands touching her shoulders are gentle, and not trying to hurt her at all.

"Shh, shh. You're okay, you're safe. Open your eyes, Morgana."

She does. Ah.

There's a canopy of leaves over her. The gentle scattering of light on her face is just sun filtering through the leaves.

There's a familiar face hovering over her, one that she hadn't hoped to see. Deer-like brown eyes, looking at her full of worry and sadness. Not fear, not repulsion. Gwen?

"Yes, yes, that's me, I'm here." Smooth hands running over her hair, gentlest of touches. "I'm here. You're here. You're out of there, you're never going back there again, okay?"

She doesn't quite understand. It must show on her face, because, if possible, Gwen becomes even softer.

"I know, Morgana. I know everything, you don't have to worry, okay? Forget whatever they told you. You're still you, nothing will change that."

But— everything? "Even if I'm-?" She hesitates. It's useless. Everyone knows, now. In the end, the secret hadn't been hers to reveal. Something as simple as a minute loss of control had been enough to seal her fate. "-What I am?" She finishes uselessly. Still unable to say the words. Not even after everything. Not even to Gwen.

"It never mattered. Not for a second." Oh.

A calloused thumb swipes over her cheek, wiping away the wetness. Oh. She's crying?

She sits up, quicker than she perhaps should've — her vision clouds over a little, and a throb of pain shoots through her temple. Gwen is there to steady her, with a firm hold on her shoulders, but she falls into her, instead. The hold on her shoulders turns into an embrace.

She cries soundlessly into the crook of Gwen's neck. It feels unbearably good to be held.

[otpcutie]

Certainty

For @morgwenmicrofic's prompt: "I know." (50 words)

A/N: This was my first time writing Morgana and Gwen!!

“There’s something I need to tell you, my Lady.” Gwen’s eyes fell to the floor, nerves wracking her voice. “Gwen,” Morgana reached out and took Gwen’s hands in hers.  When Gwen looked up Morgana’s expression had softened. “I—” “I know.” Morgana said finally, an adoring smile curling at her lips.

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[readingbythequire]

For the @morgwenmicrofic prompt "Is this true?" | 923 words | Shadows on a parallel plane on AO3 CW: Mentions of grief, mourning, loss

There were many moments in Morgana’s life when she’d been driven to think, Is this true?

The day she lost her father was the first time she remembered feeling untethered from reality, the neat lines of her existence blurring into one long, unending nightmare.

Every time she witnessed her night terrors spinning into real life, screaming her throat raw about things no one else could see, it felt like her grasp on the truth came a little more undone.

Other moments were smaller, seemingly inconsequential.

Watching Uther and Arthur’s backs as they rode for the woods, armed for a hunt like they were off to war. Morgana’s unanswered question faded in the hot summer air like the hunting dogs’ howls. Why can’t I go?

Several times over, she brought Arthur to sword-point; yet it was only once Arthur managed to disarm her that pride bloomed in Uther’s eyes. She stole past doorways Arthur blithely walked through. Her stomach turned at the cruelty at Camelot’s heart while Arthur fed at its hand.

And by the end of it all, when Uther held her face in his cold hands and claimed to be capable of love, she wondered, Is that really true?

“My lady?”

Morgana emerged from her thoughts as though breaking free of the deep. Looking up from her perch before the mirror, she saw Gwen lingering by the door. Morgana nodded, mouth twisting in a desperate smile.

They fell into a practiced silence as Gwen busied herself making the bed. Morgana watched through the mirror as she worked. The days since Gwen lost her father had been particularly quiet. Morgana understood, felt Gwen’s grief like it was her own. Sometimes its tides swept them both away, and her thoughts carried her to fading memories of Gorlois. To the lives they could have had, she and Gwen, were it not for Uther.

Once in a while, she worried Gwen might have realized what she had almost done that day—how, heart brimming with pain, unable to forget the light diminishing from Gwen’s eyes, she’d nearly ended Uther’s life.

She wasn’t sure what she was more ashamed of; what she had almost done, or that she’d failed to do it.

“I was thinking…”

Morgana sat up, at once teetering on the verge of hope. “Yes?”

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[merlinfanficrecs]

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[kats-fic-recs]

The Sun at Noon

Do you think me too ambitious?” Morgana asks when they part.

Gwen presses her lips to the corner of Morgana’s mouth. "I think you noble, my lady."

(Gwen and Morgana in Camelot; the slow entwining of their lives, and the people they meet along the way. The weight of anger, of destiny, of silk and iron.)

[wholitzukoonfire]

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War of Hearts

Merthur and Morgwen fic, s2 rewrite fix-it au

SO I WROTE A FIC AND IF YALL WANNA READ ITS HERE!

Summary:

There were several long moments of tense silence as the gravity of the situation sunk in. Merlin had used magic, and Arthur had been awake. Arthur had seen.

When Arthur finds out Merlin has magic, at first, he’s angry, then he feels betrayed, then torn—ultimately he doesn’t know what, exactly, to do with his manservant. Of course, he could never hurt Merlin, could he?

Set in the middle of season 2 just before The Nightmare Begins, Arthur learns about Merlin's magic. This story shows several select episodes, as well as our own scenes following the canon narrative from the perspective of Arthur knowing about Merlin’s magic.

[dandelionpixels]

can you spitball some ideas of how morgwen would rule as queens and work to dismantle the magic ban? bonus, how does morgana tell gwen she has magic lol

HELL YEAH!!!!!

- morgana was raised to be royalty, while gwen was raised to be a peasant. because of that, they have everything covered. morgana grew up knowing the politics of royalty, and gwen grew up knowing how to help people who need it

- merlin becomes an official consultant, since he’s had magic longer than anyone else they know. they pick times and places to let him give public speeches about magic, and how misunderstood it is. he gives demonstrations and heals people’s injured pets and relatives. it helps people’s opinions change

- they (morgana, gwen, merlin, arthur) spend hours in camelot’s libraries, researching exactly how the magic ban was enacted, and what that means about how to dismantle it

- when it’s fully dismantled, people begin to come forward. young girls who’d begun learning to mix potions, old women who’d learned healing spells in order to help their children, men who had chests of illegal books hidden under their beds.

- morgana and gwen meet personally with everyone who stepped forward. when morgana can’t make it, merlin steps in to take her place.

- as for how morgana told gwen about her magic

- i like to think it was almost simple. like they were sitting together in morgana’s bed chatting and suddenly morgana just meets gwen’s eyes and goes, “gwen?” who looks up and goes, “mm?”

- “i have magic. it’s like merlin’s, but i didn’t know about mine until recently.”

- and gwen just takes morgana’s hands and, gently, goes “it’s okay! i already know. and i love you, and we’re gonna figure this out together.,”

- i just think however it went, it would fit both of them. they were never scared to tell each other things before, so morgana is just,, a little nervous is all

[gwen-cheers-me-up]

Kindness such as this

Author: just_a_wavefunction

Rating: T

Setting: Canon AU

Word Count: 26,527

Pairing: Morgana/Gwen

Summary:

For better or for worse, Gwen has never been known to give up on anyone easily.

So, when she's imprisoned in a dark tower full of mandrake roots and starts to suspect that Morgana might not be entirely lost to her, that there might still be a chance to get her back – well, what else would she do but take it?

Comments: I’ve been looking for a good canon-era Morgwen-centric fic for ages and this one is everything I could have hoped for: badass women, thwarted prophecies, the best kinds of revenge, and a lot of forgiveness, too. Highly recommend! 💕