keep_counting | Fic: Five drabbles/Merlin BBC (15 pairings) (last five)

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Title: Purpose
Author: keep_counting
Theme: theme set 6, #11 - are you really Heaven-sent?
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Merlin/Gwen
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will
Rating: PG-13

Purpose

It feels so tentative at first: she’s always been shy and he has been dropped head-first into a town – a world that he doesn’t know. There are the first few months of homesickness, of adjustment, of having to deal with new duties. Merlin sometimes jokes to her, when they sit outside her house in the quiet evenings, that he isn’t sure which is worse: cleaning the leech-tank for Gaius or having to listen to Arthur all day. There’s fondness in his eyes as he says it and Gwen knows that, despite his protests and complaining, he really is adjusting, has fitted himself so perfectly into their lives. Into her life as well.

It takes almost a year before she kisses him and when she does, it surprises her as much as him. It was an impulse, a reckless act that she normally would never allow herself to do. But his eyes had sparkled and he’d had that huge grin on his face and when she leaned in closer, not sure why, he all of the sudden sobered and looked at her with something akin to wonder.

No matter what it is, Gwen knows that she is thankful for the day that fate decided to send this young boy to Camelot, for whatever purpose that might be.

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Title: Eden
Author: keep_counting
Theme: theme set 6, #12 - oblivious
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Morgana/Gwen
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will
Rating: PG-13. Femslash, not explicit

Eden

Her hair had always smelled like the wild-flowers she would gather: like baby’s breath and roses and lilacs and lilies. Morgana had several times had to push down the urge to bury her face in that hair, to inhale the scent in her own personal field. It was like spring embodied, come to life in a sweet smile and dark curls in front of her. Soft skin brushing against hers as clothes were strewn everywhere. A new dress sent for the ward of the King and a quiet maidservant to help her fit into it.

Graceful fingers would brush and weave, disappear in Morgana’s black hair, braiding and pulling until a new person was staring back in the mirror, someone who looked older and far more experience in the ways of the world. During it all, Morgana would close her eyes, enjoying the light pull in her scalp, the gentle, but accidental touches against her neck. She wouldn’t open them until it was completely done and she could look in the mirror, focusing her eyes upwards and mutter beautiful.

“Flowers, Morgana?” Gwen face is half-way obscured by the huge bundle of white roses that some hopeful knight has sent. In the midst of it all, Morgana has only a short moment to regret that no lilacs have found their way in there, but she is careful not to show it. Gwen is, after all, oblivious to Morgana’s preference in flowers.

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Title: Erato
Author: keep_counting
Theme: theme set 6, #13 - hope
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Arthur/Elaine
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will
Rating: PG-13

Erato

”Arthur will make a very great king one day.” Elaine says, practically out of the blue and while Merlin agrees with her, he still turns around to look at her, eyes squinting against the sun.

“Yes. Some day,” He says with a cheeky smile that makes her grin as well. The grassy field is abandoned apart from them, which is why they’re even here in the first place. Elaine had begged for some peace and quiet and Arthur had assigned an initially reluctant Merlin to the task. Upon seeing the look that the Crown Prince shot Elaine when she came over, Merlin decided that this afternoon might prove interesting after all.

“He is already a very good leader,” Elaine protests, though she is still smiling.

“He’ll be a good husband too I think.” Merlin says, enjoying the way her face flushes at his words. “Don’t you think so too?”

“Um… I mean… I guess… I… I don’t…”

He laughs, can’t help it, and quickly assures her that her secret is safe with him – who is he kidding, he is the master of all secrets! – and that there might be hope yet.

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Title: An Afternoon in Camelot
Author: keep_counting
Theme: theme set 6, #14 - why bother?
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Merlin/Gwaine
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will
Rating: PG-13. Slash, kinda suggestive talking but no biggie.

An Afternoon in Camelot

Gwaine was most definitely not moping. Not sulking, not complaining (suffering!) in silence, no, absolutely not. Nothing of the sort.

Okay, so he may be staring out of the window with puppy-eyes, wishing for the pounding rain to go away so he wouldn’t be holed up in here, but that was not the same as sulking. It wasn’t.

“You’re sulking.” Merlin’s voice drifts past him, drumming against the window like the rain. Gwaine frowns.

“Am not,” He mutters and crosses his arms over his chest, turning to look at the warlock. “I never sulk.”

Merlin is standing at the other end of the room – definitely too far away – hands folded behind his back and amusement written all over his features.

“But you’re sulking right now,” One step forward. Then another.

“I just told you, I don’t sulk.”

“Moping then. You’re moping.” Three steps forwards. He was almost at the window now. If Gwaine reached out, he could probably touch him with the tip of his fingers.

“No, I’m not moping.” He said. “Why would I bother moping?”

Merlin frowned, looking confused for a moment, but he was still moving closer, before stopping right in front of Gwaine. “Because it’s raining and you have nothing else to do?”

Smiling brightly, Gwaine reached forward and looped his fingers around the warlock’s arm. “I can think of a few things to do.”

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Title: Golden (Once and Future)
Author: keep_counting
Theme: theme set 6, #15 - never, forever
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will
Rating: PG-13

Golden (Once and Future)

Her coronation is a flurry of emotions and colours – purple, red, gold – even more so than the wedding, a journey of walking over glass with your feet bare, only it doesn’t hurt as much. It’s more the fear, the expectations, all pounding together with the clear, startling joy that has been her life these last few months. She thinks heart pounding and short of breath, that for all of this, she would gladly walk on glass for the rest of her life.

Gwen is still expecting to wake any second, back in her old house, heart silently arching for someone she couldn’t have. Why shouldn’t this just be another dream of something she could never hope to attain?

It’s only afterwards that she really realizes everything that has happened and it’s honestly a bit hard to process. It’s not that she isn’t happy, on the contrary, but…

She’d never though she would be here, today, would have never thought…

Arthur’s hand slips into her own, interrupting her thoughts. He stands, tall and silent and golden, next to her, gazing out from the balcony, over his kingdom. Gwen’s fingers fold over his, holding on for dear life.

So, that was it for this round ;-) Hope you've enjoyed!