“That was one time,” Gwen says, her mouth determinedly straight. “And he was sleepwalking.”/ - my god, you made me cackle! What is the power of this fic?
“No, no,” Morgause says. “It’s just coincidence.” “Well,” Arthur says, “okay.” “That’s a relief,” says Merlin. - *cackles again* Boys!
Morgauseward - *adds to the dictionary.*
Gwen, Morgana, and Morgause call a temporary truce between good and evil in order to exchange some rather amused glances. - hahahahaha your even making this ot3 work for me, I'm impressed.
"Morgana,” Gwen says sternly, “she’s your sister.”
“Well, yes,” Morgana says, tearing her gaze away, “but she’s my half-sister. You have your sisters, and then your stepsisters, and then your half-sist—” At the shake of Gwen’s head, she trails off dejectedly. “That’s not right, is it?”
“It’s – not – right,” Gwen verifies, slowly and emphatically. - loving it. Gwen; Camelot's voice of reason.
“Merlin! That way! That way! Don’t let her get you. Feint to the right! No, the right! No, your other right, you great stupid ass! FEINT with an E, not FAINT. I – aughhh, she got me! I don’t – want to – kiss you – no – really – I find your determination to destroy my kingdom very unattractive—” --BEST ARTHUR YELLING EVA.
I don't Ship A/M, never have, but OMG - "...Merlin, lift up my shirt.” is just too funny to resist.
The BOYS ♥ OMGing over the Green knight being in disguise, and Morgana waving and Gwen rolling her eyes, she's now the only survivor of sanity. Bit sad. But epically funny.
Arthur looks at her for a long time. He looks so noble; good, and almost wise. “You would have made a good queen, Guinevere.” -- Aaaww sweetness from the maddened idiot. It's still sweet.
Arthur and Gwen keep kissing. It’s a bit awkward. Morgana turns to look at Merlin instead. “Do you feel a little left out?” “A little,” Merlin admits. “Me too.” --- Aaaawwwww poor lil third wheels! *hugs them*
Still, something about the way Merlin looks at her, just for a moment, makes her suspect she wasn’t the only one who felt it. - - - now i have to Awww over M&M . . . it's a bit less squicky than hooking up with her sister. Tho I think your Merlin has a crush on Arthur, which even he himself doesn't quite realize. Aw.
“You’re always telling me to live for you,” he points out.
“And you always do it,” Gwen retorts, smiling. --- HEE this A/G shipper is happy . . . coz really you could have wrote it completely differently (and then I wouldn't have been able to rec it on C_L and it just would have been a personal tragedy XD) . . . not that it could have stopped me loving this fic.
“Oh, Arthur wanted his head chopped off / And Merlin wanted it too!” “Every man in Camelot had gone quite mad / It’s true,” Gwen pitches in. “Gwen,” Arthur says, anguished, “really??” “But we won’t make much fun of them, for this song is for you-u-u—”
“We’re sorry!” Arthur exclaims. “We’re sorry, all right?? It was a spell. Of course we don’t really think you’re dainty and all of that rot. Morgana, you’ve been able to beat me up since we were ten. Gwen, you’ve got more sense in your pinky than the two of us have got combined in our whole lousy, man-shaped bodies. Now will you please stop singing??”
“Please,” Merlin adds.
Song Revenge is epic. I kinda feel like they put this together, plotted to show them what it's like. Which is AWESOME
“And Guinevere,” the king continues, once he and Morgana have parted, “you have proven yourself to be the most loyal and remarkable of servants. Perhaps the finest in all of Camelot.”
Arthur grins proudly while Gwen curtseys.
“Gee,” Merlin mutters. “Thanks.” --- JUST when I've calmed down WHAM! More cackling. OH MERLIN! and OH UTHER, acknowledging Gwen.
There are some nights when you want nothing more than your best friend by your side, and this night is one of them. -- AAaawww girls ♥ I miss them being BFFs
THAT ENDING *laughs* it's kinda brilliant - “Maybe we should start listening to ourselves talk,” Arthur says, his eyes huge.
“Yep,” Merlin agrees quickly.
They don’t talk much for the remainder of the night. Just to be safe, Arthur puts on a shirt. Sometimes you can’t be too careful.
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YOU MENTIONED ME. That is almost as good as this fic.
Date: 2010-08-12 09:31 am (UTC)“No, no,” Morgause says. “It’s just coincidence.”
“Well,” Arthur says, “okay.”
“That’s a relief,” says Merlin. - *cackles again* Boys!
Morgauseward - *adds to the dictionary.*
Gwen, Morgana, and Morgause call a temporary truce between good and evil in order to exchange some rather amused glances. - hahahahaha your even making this ot3 work for me, I'm impressed.
"Morgana,” Gwen says sternly, “she’s your sister.”
“Well, yes,” Morgana says, tearing her gaze away, “but she’s my half-sister. You have your sisters, and then your stepsisters, and then your half-sist—” At the shake of Gwen’s head, she trails off dejectedly. “That’s not right, is it?”
“It’s – not – right,” Gwen verifies, slowly and emphatically.
- loving it. Gwen; Camelot's voice of reason.
“Merlin! That way! That way! Don’t let her get you. Feint to the right! No, the right! No, your other right, you great stupid ass! FEINT with an E, not FAINT. I – aughhh, she got me! I don’t – want to – kiss you – no – really – I find your determination to destroy my kingdom very unattractive—” --BEST ARTHUR YELLING EVA.
I don't Ship A/M, never have, but OMG - "...Merlin, lift up my shirt.” is just too funny to resist.
The BOYS ♥ OMGing over the Green knight being in disguise, and Morgana waving and Gwen rolling her eyes, she's now the only survivor of sanity. Bit sad. But epically funny.
Arthur looks at her for a long time. He looks so noble; good, and almost wise. “You would have made a good queen, Guinevere.” -- Aaaww sweetness from the maddened idiot. It's still sweet.
Arthur and Gwen keep kissing. It’s a bit awkward.
Morgana turns to look at Merlin instead. “Do you feel a little left out?”
“A little,” Merlin admits.
“Me too.” --- Aaaawwwww poor lil third wheels! *hugs them*
Still, something about the way Merlin looks at her, just for a moment, makes her suspect she wasn’t the only one who felt it. - - - now i have to Awww over M&M . . . it's a bit less squicky than hooking up with her sister. Tho I think your Merlin has a crush on Arthur, which even he himself doesn't quite realize. Aw.
“You’re always telling me to live for you,” he points out.
“And you always do it,” Gwen retorts, smiling. --- HEE this A/G shipper is happy . . . coz really you could have wrote it completely differently (and then I wouldn't have been able to rec it on C_L and it just would have been a personal tragedy XD) . . . not that it could have stopped me loving this fic.
“Oh, Arthur wanted his head chopped off / And Merlin wanted it too!”
“Every man in Camelot had gone quite mad / It’s true,” Gwen pitches in.
“Gwen,” Arthur says, anguished, “really??”
“But we won’t make much fun of them, for this song is for you-u-u—”
“We’re sorry!” Arthur exclaims. “We’re sorry, all right?? It was a spell. Of course we don’t really think you’re dainty and all of that rot. Morgana, you’ve been able to beat me up since we were ten. Gwen, you’ve got more sense in your pinky than the two of us have got combined in our whole lousy, man-shaped bodies. Now will you please stop singing??”
“Please,” Merlin adds.
Song Revenge is epic. I kinda feel like they put this together, plotted to show them what it's like. Which is AWESOME
“And Guinevere,” the king continues, once he and Morgana have parted, “you have proven yourself to be the most loyal and remarkable of servants. Perhaps the finest in all of Camelot.”
Arthur grins proudly while Gwen curtseys.
“Gee,” Merlin mutters. “Thanks.” --- JUST when I've calmed down WHAM! More cackling. OH MERLIN! and OH UTHER, acknowledging Gwen.
There are some nights when you want nothing more than your best friend by your side, and this night is one of them. -- AAaawww girls ♥ I miss them being BFFs
THAT ENDING *laughs* it's kinda brilliant - “Maybe we should start listening to ourselves talk,” Arthur says, his eyes huge.
“Yep,” Merlin agrees quickly.
They don’t talk much for the remainder of the night. Just to be safe, Arthur puts on a shirt. Sometimes you can’t be too careful.