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Title: Swirls of Light and Ice
Author: rivestra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana, Morgana/Uther
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Non-con and violence. Dark.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here and make no profit. This is probably for the best, since I seem to hurt them a bit.
A/N: Slightly overgrown comment_fic written for restlessme's prompt of Merlin, Morgana/Uther, "I raised you". Much thanks to ailise for the lightening-quick beta.Swirls of Light and Ice

Gwen flies through the air. She hits the wall hard, breath torn from her and head cracking heavily into the stone. She goes down, unable to steady herself as the room sways around her. A bone in her wrist gives with a wet, sickening snap as she tries to check her fall. Her head cracks again, this time into the cold stone beneath her. She tries to call out to Morgana but has no breath to spare. The candles around her flare, their light and shadows spinning out across the bed and everything just… fades away into blackness.

She's shivering. The stone floor has pulled all the warmth from her core, drawn it from her naked skin and leeched it out, her blood warmth flowing out into the icy, endless sea of the surrounding castle. Gwen licks her lips and can still taste Morgana there. She opens her eyes and shadows surge at her, heaving up and swirling away. Her stomach empties onto the cold, cold stone, the retching turning violent when she shifts onto her shattered wrist.

( Read on... )

comment_fic for restlessme, Merlin - Merlin, Morgana, Man on Fire

For weeks, every time she looks at Merlin, she sees him burn. The flames swirl around him, growing past the pyre to lick at his clothes, catching at his hair and clothes, making his eyes glow with flickering fear and reflected flame. She wants to reach out to him, but the fire is so hot and close that  it’s suffocating. The heat bears down on her own skin and she can trace the burning brightness as it begins to lick at his legs, can feel his scream forming in her own throat only to die, smothered and stillborn, before either of them manage to make a sound. 

The flames are so bright, she has to look away. Desperate to cast off the visions, she casts her eyes about frantically, randomly, searching for anything other than that searing heat. Somehow her gaze always lands on Arthur, and he’s always staring back at her when it does, but never, ever for long. 

Then, one day, Arthur finally meets her eyes. Her breath catches in her throat, muscles paralyzed by the intensity of that look, by the pain and terror and certainty shining out at her from his eyes. 

A week later, Merlin stands at Arthur’s side, straight and somber and not burning in the least. Merlin stands there, solid and full of future, and Arthur again catches Morgana’s eye. He nods, just slightly, just once, and this time she’s the one to look away, watching instead as they lower Uther slowly into the ground.

{Edited 4:45pm to clarify the clarity;)