26 December 2012 @ 01:00 pm
Prompt #38-Master List


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Masterlist for Prompt #38: Present )
 
 
25 December 2012 @ 08:40 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: Bonds That Always Shall Be
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None (Canon implied)
Character/s: Merlin, Freya
Summary: Merlin thought it would be forever until he saw Arthur again. He was wrong.
Warnings: Spoilers through 5X13
Word Count: 1,010 (I really tried this time! Honest!)
Prompt: #38 ~ Present
Author's Notes: I could not stand the idea of Merlin having to wait millennia to be with Arthur again. A fix-it fic.


Bonds That Always Shall Be

Merlin sat, cross legged, staring out onto the Lake of Avalon. Although it had been hours, his eyes never moved from the place where he’d last seen Arthur’s funereal boat. His face was a mess of half-dried tears; hair sticking up at all angles from hands tugging at it, throat raw from sobs.

But now Merlin felt as if there were no more tears left, no more cries to be uttered. He just felt numb, incomplete…as if half of him were missing.

Which of course, it was. Even with all his magic, he was nothing without Arthur. Useless. For what use was a coin with one side worn away?

Miserable and drained, Merlin curled up in a ball on the shore, and let the soothing sounds of the lake in early evening lull him into an exhausted sleep.

“Merlin.”

Vaguely, Merlin thought he heard his name being called. But that was impossible, for he was alone; achingly, bone-chillingly alone for the rest of his existence.

“Merlin,” said the voice again, softly, tenderly, and he felt the lightest of touches upon his brow.

Startled, he opened his eyes and stared at the nearly-full moon above his head, and when he felt soft fingers carding through his hair, Merlin turned his head to find…

“Freya!”

He bolted upright, not meaning to break the connection between them, but did so nonetheless. She was resplendent in the dress she was buried in; her hair was lush and full, waving in the soft breeze. Her eyes were sad yet her lips were smiling. “Merlin,” she replied, “It is so good to see you.”

“Freya?” Merlin questioned again, not quite believing she was there, that she is real after all of these years. “How…? What are you doing here?”

She looked down for a moment and Merlin’s gaze followed hers. She was barefoot and standing at the very shoreline, but still in the water. She gestured to the sand in front of her. “Please, sit with me. I wish to speak with you.”

She sat, resting on the surface of the water as easily as if it were the sand under Merlin. Rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands, Merlin followed suit and sat at the water’s edge, easily within touching distance. Freya reached out and clasped Merlin’s hands in hers.

“You have been so, so brave, Merlin,” she began, “Fought valiantly for so long.”

At her soothing words and touch, tears that he thought he’d run out of pricked his eyes. “It was for nothing; all for nothing. I couldn’t save him.”

“Nonsense,” Freya scolded, her hands slipping from Merlin’s lap to encompass both his cheeks. Her thumbs wiped away the moisture. “You did save Arthur…as surely as you saved me, Merlin. He would not have been the man he was without you.”

“But our destiny…” he choked, “we failed. I failed.”

Freya shook her head once. “No, you didn’t, though not all of it has yet come to pass. As a result of your ridding the world of Morgana, peace will reign in Albion again. It will be united under Guinevere’s rule. She knows of your role in the battle; she will, in time, lift the ban on magic…and it will be because of you.”

Merlin just shook his head, his lips pursed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He’s not supposed to be gone!

Delicately, Freya threaded her fingers through the hair at Merlin’s temple. “I understand this pain you’re feeling…but you don’t need to feel it.”

Merlin tilted his head up, somehow hopeful at her words. “Why not?”

She tilted her head to the side as she appraised him. “Did you learn nothing from your father in the Crystal Cave, Merlin? Arthur is not gone; he is simply not among the living.”

Before Merlin could fully process what this meant, Freya continued, “I have brought you something.”

She reached around her neck and extracted a long, intricate silver chain. On it is a beautifully worked medallion with a pattern he had never seen before. Grasping one of Merlin’s hands, Freya pooled the chain into the palm of his hand. “It is a present for you, and only you.”

“What…is it?” Merlin asked. It was magical; that he knew. He could feel the foreign power buzzing in his palm. He placed the chain around his neck and felt the power of the medallion hum through his body, sinking into his bones.

“It is a key; a key that will allow you safe passage to and from Avalon.”

“I don’t understand. Why did you not give me this before, when you gave me Excalibur?”  Merlin asked softly, touching Freya’s cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Because, you did not yet know you were immortal, Emrys. If you had attempted to use it before you knew, before you believed… it would have killed you.”

Merlin had to smile at this. “Because I thought I could die?”

“Exactly. Eventually, you would have realized the truth…but who knows how long that would have taken? Best not to risk it when you had important work to do.”

Freya pushed herself to a stand. She slid back a step and then gently tugged Merlin’s arm towards her. He stumbled onto the water’s surface…but did not sink.

“Come,” she said with a smile, and put out her hand for Merlin to grasp.

Merlin slid his hand into Freya’s and interlocked their fingers. “But won’t I be missed?”

Freya shook her head, amused. “Merlin, you know as well as I that you can control time to your heart’s content. No time need be lost if you don’t wish it.”

“Where are we going?”

“To Avalon.” Freya grinned cheekily at Merlin…and winked. “I thought you might want to be there when Arthur wakes up.”

Merlin froze, stunned for one long moment before a burst of joyous laughter fell from his lips, echoing in the night.

“And he thought he was rid of me,” Merlin joked, his heart full and whole once more. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

 
 
25 December 2012 @ 09:07 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] jelazakazone
Title: Present Times: I Will Always Find You
Rating: G
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin gives Arthur a present
Word Count: ~130
Prompt: #38: Present
Author's Notes: This was written right after 5.13. I’m sorry if it’s all kinds of incoherent. Unbeta’d.  It's entirely possible a whole long fic will spring out of this, but for now, this was agony enough.  I'm still full of feels from 5.12, let alone 5.13.  Offers chocolate and tissues and a shoulder for anyone who needs it.



Fic behind cut )

 
 
24 December 2012 @ 04:35 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9
Title: Sometimes Surprises Are Best
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Mordred/Galahad(OC)
Character/s: Mordred, Galahad (OC)
Summary: There's a little something on Galahad's desk after Mordred's left
Warnings: None
Word Count: 245
Prompt: Present
Author's Notes: I wanted something sweet for them, because they need some fluff every now and then

......... )
 
 
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24 December 2012 @ 02:47 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: The Best "Present"
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Arthur has begun to realize that his troops are losing.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,974
Prompt: #38 ~ Present
Author's Notes: Since I am afraid that the shit's gonna hit the fan with the actual finale, I wanted to write something a bit happier. Unbeta-ed because I wanted to get this posted before the episode aired. :)

The Best Present

-o-o-o-

They were losing.

Arthur could feel the tide of the battle turning; feel it like an ache in his bones, a gnawing in his stomach. That sixth sense was something one became accustomed to after fighting in so many battles, so many near death experiences. You learned to trust your instincts.

He could no longer count how many Saxons he himself had cut down, but yet, they kept coming…in a seemingly unending stream.

While Arthur’s senses were still sharp and focused on the task at hand, a part of him was drifting…thinking of Guinevere, of what would happen to her if it was his fate to fall at his sister’s hand tonight. With him gone, who would look after her? Who would protect her?

But of course, the answer was simple: Merlin would take care of her. Merlin would…

Arthur felt his heart lurch painfully in his chest at the realization: Merlin wasn’t there. Merlin was always, always there…only this time, he wasn’t.

Arthur wasn’t even sure what Merlin could possibly have done in a battle like this, in a virtual sea of bodies; for even after ten years, his manservant was no warrior. No matter how often they practiced together, Merlin was still utterly useless with a sword.

Nevertheless, Arthur felt his absence keenly, as if a part of him had gone missing.

“Sire!” Sir Leon panted as he reached the King’s side. “The Saxons are retreating…”

Retreating? Arthur thought, shocked. That made no sense! Unless…

Even over the sounds of battle, Arthur could hear it; a laugh, a sick maniacal laugh echoing off the walls of the canyon. Morgana.

Moments later a great plume of flame rained down on them from the sky. Arthur ducked, feeling the heat from the fire scorching the back of his neck. Desperately, he looked around at his knights, his soldiers, his brothers. Close combat ready, none of them had shields they could use to stave off the dragon’s attack.

It was then that Arthur realized: this was never meant to be a fight of honor fought on the battlefield between opposing armies. It was meant to be a slaughter, an extermination, a trap, and he’d just walked his men right into it.

Again, Morgana’s half-mad laugh echoed around them. “Where is your precious Emrys now, Brother? Not so much the great King without him to protect you, are you?”

Arthur took a step away from the ranks of Camelot soldiers, and then another, putting space between himself and them, trying to draw his sister’s attention to him and only him. Tilting his head up in the direction of her voice, he asked, “What are you speaking of, Morgana? Who is Emrys?”

Morgana’s laugh melted into astonished glee. “My goodness, Arthur…you really don’t know? Mordred said you didn’t but…”

Arthur’s stony silence was his answer.

“Emrys is supposedly the greatest sorcerer to ever live,” Morgana supplied, her voice full of heavy sarcasm that Arthur did not understand. “And he has sworn to protect you, a magic hater, a Pendragon.” She spit the name as if it were abhorrent to her; as if it were not also her surname. “But once I finally discovered his true identity, it was so simple to destroy him…so easy.”

Arthur’s heart lurched painfully at Morgana’s words, although he knew not why.

He shook his head vehemently. “I know of no such man.”

“You do! You have met him in disguise more than once, Brother. He was the sorcerer who offered his life in place of Gwen’s…the man who tried to heal our worthless father.”

Dragoon? Dragoon the Great was Emrys? Arthur shook his head in denial even as he felt some unnamed emotion swell within his breast at the thought. “You’ve got it wrong… he killed my father!”

I killed Uther,” Morgana cackled with pride. “It was my pendant that twisted his magic, made it harm instead of heal. At least Agravaine was useful for something…”

A knife of anguish twisted in Arthur’s gut at the thought of his father dying at the hands of his daughter and brother-in-law rather than a nameless sorcerer. No, not nameless: Emrys…who tried to save the life of the man who would have him killed if he knew.

“And yet, even after you blamed him, even after you tried to have him burned at the stake, he continued to protect you. He is an enemy to his kind, to his kin.”

Arthur’s brows drew together in concentration. He felt as if the answer were there, just beyond his reach…

He could hear the condescension in Morgana’s voice as she said, “Have you still not guessed, Brother?” She tutted at him like a child. “Let me help you, then: I’ll make it plain. Who follows you around like a sickeningly loyal puppy? Who drinks poison for you, and fights dragons with you and wanders into the midst of an immortal army for you? Who has walked beside you into every single battle for the last ten years and come out unscathed? Every battle but this one, that is…”

Good Gods, it was Merlin. Merlin was his protector… How could have not seen it? How could he have not known?

“Where is he?” Arthur demanded, his fury white-hot at the thought of Merlin at Morgana’s mercy. “What have you done to him?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Merlin is alive…for all the good it will do him.”

“For years, he has thwarted my every plan; but no more. He is useless to you now. Merlin’s magic is gone. I stole it from him. I could have killed him, but he did not deserve such mercy. Instead, I have left him to a fate worse than death: trapped in a cave deep in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, where he hoped to find a way to regain his powers. Tonight, you shall die, and it will drive him mad knowing that I have won, that, in the end, he could not stop me!”

This, then, was why Merlin had left. He had gone to try and restore his magic so he could continue to protect him, to protect Camelot, to protect their dream of a united Albion…and the last thing Arthur had said to him—would ever say to very best friend—was to call him a coward.

Perhaps he deserved to die. But his people did not.

Arthur walked forward, putting more space between himself and his men. “Morgana, this has always been between you and I.” He waved a hand backward toward his soldiers. “Please do not punish them simply for following the orders of their king. Take me, kill me…but spare my men. Please.”

“And let you martyr yourself for them? I think not. I have had a taste of the obedience I can expect to receive from the knights of Camelot. You have tortured and persecuted my kind, exterminated them, as your father did before you. Tonight, I shall return the favor; an eye for an eye, Brother, dear.”

Before he could so much as twitch, Arthur felt Morgana’s magic envelop him, turn him around on the spot, and lock his limbs in place. Her voice now beside him, whispered in his ear, “And you shall watch.”

Arthur was helpless. He could only stare in dread and horror as the white dragon swooped lower and lower, as each man under his command tipped their chin skyward, waiting bravely for the blast that would incinerate them all.

And then, just as the blast of flame issued from the maw of the creature, Arthur saw it… a tiny ball of glowing blue that floated upward from the midst of his men and shattered into millions of tiny shards, immediately reforming into a dome of light that repelled the dragon’s breath.

And then a deep, guttural voice split the silent night, speaking a language he’d never heard before, Nun de ge dei s'eikein kai emois epe'essin hepesthai!”

Amazingly, the dragon above their heads screeched and bowed its head once toward the sound, and then flew off into the night.

“Aithusa, no!” Morgana called after her, but to no avail. The dragon was gone.

As both she and Arthur watched, the sea of Camelot soldiers parted, and a man stalked confidently up the ranks. The chill air ruffled his ebony hair and his leather jacket and red neckerchief flapped in the breeze. Stopping a few feet before Morgana, Merlin waved a lazy hand in Arthur’s direction and his eyes flashed gold, wordlessly releasing the spell trapping the king.

Merlin’s eyes speared Morgana’s and his voice was low and menacing. “Aithusa may be loyal to you, Morgana, but I am a Dragonlord. She must obey me, and I have sent her away.”

Morgana actually staggered backward a step, intimidated. “But…how…? I don’t understand…” she stuttered.

“No, you don’t,” Merlin agreed, his voice still restrained and dangerous. “You never have, Morgana, and I doubt you ever will.” He leaned in still further and hissed, “You cannot take away what I am made of.”

“I am your past, your present, and your future. I am your destiny and your doom. I am timeless, ageless, and eternal. I am the Emrys. Run, while you still can, Morgana, for I will not rest until your fate has come to pass.”

Morgana’s eyes widened in terror. As if she feared even removing her eyes from Merlin’s face, she called out to her troops behind her, “Retreat!” and then raised her hands to the sky and disappeared into the night in a twist of turning winds.

For a split second, everything was quiet…and then a loud cheer raised up through the ranks. Arthur let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and turned to his manservant, his friend, his protector.  They clasped forearms for a moment before Arthur yanked Merlin into a hug. He tucked his chin into Merlin’s neck and murmured into his ear, “I’m glad you’re here, Merlin.”

Merlin’s arms tightened briefly around Arthur’s back as he replied, “So am I, Arthur. So am I.”

Arthur followed up with a couple of manly back slaps before releasing his friend from his grasp and wrapped an arm around Merlin’s shoulders instead in order to steer him back toward camp. “I do think you were laying it on a little thick there at the end though…with all that ‘past, present, and future’ stuff…” Arthur teased, his voice lilting with amusement and relief.

Merlin pursed his lips to keep from snickering and shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “Perhaps…but it worked, didn’t it?”

Arthur barked out a laugh and ruffled Merlin’s hair. “Yeah, it did. Well, this is the best ‘present’ I could have asked for…” He waved his other hand to encompass the mountain pass still full of his knights.

“Oh, don’t be fooled, Arthur,” Merlin cautioned. “She’ll be back.”

“I know,” Arthur replied, his voice suddenly solemn. “But we’ll be ready for her.”

Merlin nodded. “Yes, we will.”

As they walked through camp, the other soldiers gave the pair a wide berth, leaving them to their reunion.

Arthur was about to lift the flap of his tent when he stopped dead in his tracks, causing Merlin to bump into him awkwardly.

“Hey!” he said indignantly, removing his hand from Merlin’s shoulder and instead using it to punch his friend in the arm.

“Ow!” Merlin’s eyebrows scrunched in consternation. “What was that for?” he cried, rubbing the sore spot on his arm ruefully.

“When we get back to Camelot, I want my money back.”

Merlin stared at Arthur, flummoxed. “What? What are you talking about?”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You cheated.”

Peals of Merlin’s delighted laughter echoed in the night, soon joined by the king’s, as they slouched their way under the tent flap.

And, for that night at least, all was well.

Sob! If only!
 
 
24 December 2012 @ 10:43 am
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: The best presents come unwrapped
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Characters: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Maybe this Christmas, he wouldn't be alone.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 527
Prompt 38: Presents
Author's Notes: Not sure if I've ever done a reincarnation one like this before. Happy Christmas Everyone!

Read more... )
 
 
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Current Music: Inside Out, Vonray
 
 
24 December 2012 @ 09:50 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_faerie
Title: Past and Present King
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana, Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Inspector Norton, Devon, Mordred
Summary: The aftermath of arthur’s car crash with Mordred
Warnings: Character death
Word Count: 989
Prompt: Prompt 38 Present
Author's Notes: Modern Camelot
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Past and Present King )
 
 
23 December 2012 @ 03:17 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] weepingwillow9
Title: Inappropriate
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwaine as part of Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine/Lancelot
Character/s: Gwaine, Arthur
Summary: Gwaine's presents are never appropriate for a family audience
Warnings: Lots of explicitness
Word Count: 1100 - sorry!
Prompt: Present
Author's Notes: So to get back into the drabble writing I went for all out PWP, yay!
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