Random Imagines (GxG)

Magic and All|Morgana Pendragon

Morgana woke with a gasp, her fingers clutching at her sheets as if they were going to disappear beneath her touch.

Had she screamed out again? She wasn't even sure.

The dream still stuck to her, blood on stone, fire raging, low voices whispering her name with reverance and with terror all at once.

Her heart leaped in her chest, her breaths more like gasps, unable to calm herself so quickly.

The candle set on her table suddenly flared to life. And the vase on her nightstand rattled.

Morgana squeezed her eyes shut. No, not again. She thought to herself, forcing her breathing to slow, pressing her hands harder against the mattress, as if to ground herself.

The flame of the candle trembled unnaturaly before finally steadying.

A soft knock sounded at her chamber door.

"Morgana?" Came the voice of a woman. "Are you awake?" She asked from behind the door, concern lacing her voice.

Panic spiked immediately. Morgana sat up too quickly, her head feeling faint as the air around her rippled similarly to disturbed water.

"Don't come in." Morgana snapped. But it was too late as the door had already creaked open.

The woman barely managed to register Morganas startled expression before she froze in the doorway as she noticed the candles flame bent sideways, stretching toward Morgana in the most unnatural way. It almost seemed like it was reaching for her.

Silence engulfed the room, thick and suffocating. Morgana felt something inside her break as the air shifted around them.

Morgana scrambled to her feet, moving forward, panicked. "You weren't supposed to see that."

The candle suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness, aside from the moonlight coming through her window.

Morganas hands shook violently as she pressed her palms together, as if she could hide the tremble of her hands.

"You should go, Y/n." She said, her voice brittle. "And you must not tell anyone what you think you saw."

Y/n was still standing there shocked. It felt like a lot of time had passed, though it had barely been a few moments since she came to check up on Morgana, having heard the disturbance in her chambers.

"I don't think." Y/n said quietly, pulling the door closed behind her but did not come any closer. "I saw." She whispered.

Morgana laughed just once, the laugh sharp and hysterical. "Then you know what that makes me." She said almost like in mocking amusement.

Morganas back hit against the table as she retreated from Y/n, every instinct screaming danger and run. Uther's laws echoed in her mind, beheading or the fire, the ropes, the screams.

She had to make sure this doesn't get out. Whatever it takes. No matter the cost.

"If you tell anyone," Morgana says, her voice breaking despite her attempt at a strong and sharp tone, "I will be killed."

Y/ns expression shifted, not to fear, but something much softer, compassionate.

"Oh, Morgana," she whispered.

That more than anything undid her. Everything came flooding out. The dreams, the voices, the waking terrors, the fear of losing herself. Of losing control completely.

Morgana spoke in a way similar to how one would confess to a crime, each word something she expected to be punished for.

Y/n just stood there, listening, allowing Morgana to let it all out.

When the words finally finished pouring out of her mouth, the room was unbearably quiet. Morgana instantly cursed herself for her confession.

Y/n closed the space between them, slowly and deliberately, not wanting to scare Morgana even more.

Morgana tensed, her magic stirring defensively, pulsing just under her skin. Y/n stopped just close enough for Morgana to feel her warmth.

"You are not a monster, Morgana." Y/n said soflty. "You're just frightened and alone."

Morgana swallowed hard. "You should be scared of me." After all, this is Camelot. Magic is seen as only evil. Why was Y/n not aftaid of her?

"I'm afraid for you." Y/n said, her eyes locked onto Morganas. The same eyes she was slowly falling in love with over the months that she has got to know her.

Y/n reached out, hesitating for just a moment before placing her hand over Morganas. The contact was anchoring.

It seemed to calm Morgana as her magic settled within her.

Morganas breath hitched as Y/ns caring eyes pierced her gaze. "It always hurts." Morgana admitted softly. "I can't make it stop. I can't." Morganas words growing more desperate.

Y/n slowly laced their fingers together. "Then don't stop it. Don't fight it. Let it rest." Y/n whispered. "You dont need to fight it." She reiterated.

For the first time in weeks, Morgana felt something unclench in her chest. She felt as if a massive weight was taken off of her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their figures only barely illuminated by the moonlight.

Morgana suddendly became overly aware of their closeness, their joined hands, the warmth of Y/ns gaze, the softnes of her touch. She could have melted into it...if this was a different situation.

"You should leave." Morgana said, though she made no move to pull away. She desperately wanted Y/n to stay.

"It is not safe to care about me." Morgan said, her eyes glistening as tears threaten to fall. But she refused to let herself cry.

"I don't think safety has ever been your measure, Morgana." Y/n says softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I will always choose you. Magic and all." Y/n reiterated.

The words were a promise. Y/n was done acting like she didn't care for Morgana. Like she wasn't absolutely falling head over heels in love with her. Expectations be damned.

"You dont know what youre choosing." Morganas voice trmbled slightly, her gaze never leaving Y/ns face.

"I know exactly who I'm choosing." Y/n whispered softly, her hand brushing against Morganas cheek.

The kiss that followed was soft and tenative. Y/ns lips barely graze Morganas, allowing her a chance to pull away before fully connecting their lips when she saw no rejection.

Morgana exhaled shakily against Y/ns mouth, her hand gripping the fabric at Y/ns waist as if she would disappear if she let go for even a moment.

When their lips parted, Morgana rested her forehead against Y/ns, their eyes closed just taking in the quiet moment.

"For once..." Morgana whispered slowly, "I don't feel cursed."

Not long after, dawn came, the pale light creeping into Morganas chambers. Y/n embraced Morgana, planting another soft kiss on her lips.

Morgana smiled into the kiss, the candle getting lit with barely a thought, the flame steady and calm unlike before.

Morgana smiled. Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

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A/N: currently rewatching Merlin and got some inspiration. You can tell im not used to writing about medieval eras 😅