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Merlin fic: Magic gone awry (1/1)
Title: Magic gone awry (1/1)
Author: dk323
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen, Morgana
Spoilers: 2x12 did not happen… Morgana isn’t on her way to being ‘evil’. :(
Disclaimer: The show “Merlin” is property of the BBC. No money being made.
Summary: After Merlin and Morgana confide in Arthur and Gwen about their magic, neither the prince nor handmaiden expected to have this happen.
The things you do for friends…
Author’s Notes: This fits nicely within my “Tread Carefully” universe (where Arthur and Gwen are similarly privy to Merlin and Morgana’s magic secret) now that I think about. But this could standalone.
I could probably return to this fic, but I just wanted to write a snapshot of the situation. Let's just say, Merlin and Morgana will owe Arthur and Gwen big time after all this. ;)
For![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
glenien’s prompt ~ A magical sickness is affecting Camelot: Only who has magic falls ill. Uncontrolled raw magic, Arthur and Gwen tries to cover for Merlin & Morgana.
Much love forglenien's Merlin/Sword in the Stone icons + walls here:
http://community.livejournal.com/threelayers/66220.html#cutid1 ♥ ♥ ♥ They made my day. :) There are other Disney/Merlin crossover arts over there too. :D
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“For goodness sake, Merlin! What are you doing walking around?” Gwen inquired in a near shriek.
Hurriedly, she pulled Merlin into a secluded alcove.
Merlin stepped back from her nervously, a wholly innocent look upon his face. But the innocence was a poor front when his chores – let’s see, Arthur’s armour, Arthur’s sword, Arthur’s boots, a few of Arthur’s tunics – did a mad dance behind him as if they were at a party. Magic. They were sentient because of magic. Prince Arthur’s possessions seemed to be having quite the ball as they floated around – the boots beating on the armour as if the battle gear were a dancing surface and the sword came worryingly close to slashing one of the tunics in half. Another tunic – a blue one – was rather enthusiastically clapping with its sleeves as it swayed to some imaginary beat.
Two days. Two days of making sure that Merlin and Morgana didn’t reveal the fact that they were the ones driving the castle – however unintentionally – to chaos. It was extremely lucky that King Uther was presently away from the castle, on a trip to another kingdom. He had put Arthur in charge.
But the prince had not planned on trying his very best to cover up for his hapless manservant and adopted sister. The two of them had fallen victim to a magical illness that caused their magic to run amok without either Merlin or Morgana able to control what their magic did.
“I’m sorry, Gwen, but I was getting restless being stuck in Arthur’s chambers for two long days,” Merlin informed her, trying to gain her sympathy. He set his blue eyes pleadingly upon her.
“Merlin! Come here so I can kill you!” Arthur shouted from a few feet away.
“Oh no!” Merlin cried.
They heard the prince’s sure footsteps heading toward them.
“Merlin, you know we are only looking out for you and the Lady Morgana’s best interest. You should count yourself lucky that the King is not here to witness this,” Gwen said to him earnestly. She patted his hand to comfort him.
Then Merlin went suddenly paler than he already was. “I think I’m going to be ill,” he muttered as he doubled over in pain.
The prince’s possessions that had been dancing near him flew off into the corridor. The sentient items would not be alone as servants quickly sidestepped floating statues, food, flowers, plates, an errant mace, and any number of other objects as they went about doing their duties.
“Merlin, what ever is wrong?” Gwen asked him, concerned.
She reached out to him, placed her hand on his shoulder.
“There you are!” Arthur declared, finally reaching the two of them.
“Oh dear,” Gwen murmured.
Before the prince could ask why his manservant looked in pain, Merlin disappeared.
But not actually disappeared, no.
Merlin just got smaller.
And he was now a black kitten with bright blue eyes. The now-kitten Merlin stared up anxiously at Arthur and Gwen.
Arthur turned to Gwen. “Did he just--?” He asked her in complete disbelief.
She nodded, still in shock.
The black kitten started meowing pitifully. The kitten seemed to be confused and was quite nervous around Arthur and Gwen.
“The kitten doesn’t appear to know us. What if he has forgotten that he really is Merlin?” Gwen wondered, looking worriedly at the kitten.
She knelt down to pet the kitten to comfort the poor creature.
Arthur rubbed his chin in thought. He then said, decidedly, “For all our sakes, let’s just hope he’ll turn back. It’s clear this illness has changed him into a kitten against his wishes. We both know Merlin can’t transform into animals at his own will. It must be--”
“—the shock of the change that is confusing Merlin,” Gwen finished his conclusion.
Unfortunately, kitten Merlin was feeling rather restless and extricated himself from Gwen’s attentions.
And then he fled, running off into the corridor.
Arthur and Gwen exchanged glances with each other before they ran after the errant kitten.
Thank goodness Morgana was sequestered in her chambers, Arthur thought.
In their chase to catch the kitten, neither of them noticed a pretty green and blue butterfly fluttering about.
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Author: dk323
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen, Morgana
Spoilers: 2x12 did not happen… Morgana isn’t on her way to being ‘evil’. :(
Disclaimer: The show “Merlin” is property of the BBC. No money being made.
Summary: After Merlin and Morgana confide in Arthur and Gwen about their magic, neither the prince nor handmaiden expected to have this happen.
The things you do for friends…
Author’s Notes: This fits nicely within my “Tread Carefully” universe (where Arthur and Gwen are similarly privy to Merlin and Morgana’s magic secret) now that I think about. But this could standalone.
I could probably return to this fic, but I just wanted to write a snapshot of the situation. Let's just say, Merlin and Morgana will owe Arthur and Gwen big time after all this. ;)
For
glenien’s prompt ~ A magical sickness is affecting Camelot: Only who has magic falls ill. Uncontrolled raw magic, Arthur and Gwen tries to cover for Merlin & Morgana. Much love for
glenien's Merlin/Sword in the Stone icons + walls here: http://community.livejournal.com/threelayers/66220.html#cutid1 ♥ ♥ ♥ They made my day. :) There are other Disney/Merlin crossover arts over there too. :D
~ * ~
“For goodness sake, Merlin! What are you doing walking around?” Gwen inquired in a near shriek.
Hurriedly, she pulled Merlin into a secluded alcove.
Merlin stepped back from her nervously, a wholly innocent look upon his face. But the innocence was a poor front when his chores – let’s see, Arthur’s armour, Arthur’s sword, Arthur’s boots, a few of Arthur’s tunics – did a mad dance behind him as if they were at a party. Magic. They were sentient because of magic. Prince Arthur’s possessions seemed to be having quite the ball as they floated around – the boots beating on the armour as if the battle gear were a dancing surface and the sword came worryingly close to slashing one of the tunics in half. Another tunic – a blue one – was rather enthusiastically clapping with its sleeves as it swayed to some imaginary beat.
Two days. Two days of making sure that Merlin and Morgana didn’t reveal the fact that they were the ones driving the castle – however unintentionally – to chaos. It was extremely lucky that King Uther was presently away from the castle, on a trip to another kingdom. He had put Arthur in charge.
But the prince had not planned on trying his very best to cover up for his hapless manservant and adopted sister. The two of them had fallen victim to a magical illness that caused their magic to run amok without either Merlin or Morgana able to control what their magic did.
“I’m sorry, Gwen, but I was getting restless being stuck in Arthur’s chambers for two long days,” Merlin informed her, trying to gain her sympathy. He set his blue eyes pleadingly upon her.
“Merlin! Come here so I can kill you!” Arthur shouted from a few feet away.
“Oh no!” Merlin cried.
They heard the prince’s sure footsteps heading toward them.
“Merlin, you know we are only looking out for you and the Lady Morgana’s best interest. You should count yourself lucky that the King is not here to witness this,” Gwen said to him earnestly. She patted his hand to comfort him.
Then Merlin went suddenly paler than he already was. “I think I’m going to be ill,” he muttered as he doubled over in pain.
The prince’s possessions that had been dancing near him flew off into the corridor. The sentient items would not be alone as servants quickly sidestepped floating statues, food, flowers, plates, an errant mace, and any number of other objects as they went about doing their duties.
“Merlin, what ever is wrong?” Gwen asked him, concerned.
She reached out to him, placed her hand on his shoulder.
“There you are!” Arthur declared, finally reaching the two of them.
“Oh dear,” Gwen murmured.
Before the prince could ask why his manservant looked in pain, Merlin disappeared.
But not actually disappeared, no.
Merlin just got smaller.
And he was now a black kitten with bright blue eyes. The now-kitten Merlin stared up anxiously at Arthur and Gwen.
Arthur turned to Gwen. “Did he just--?” He asked her in complete disbelief.
She nodded, still in shock.
The black kitten started meowing pitifully. The kitten seemed to be confused and was quite nervous around Arthur and Gwen.
“The kitten doesn’t appear to know us. What if he has forgotten that he really is Merlin?” Gwen wondered, looking worriedly at the kitten.
She knelt down to pet the kitten to comfort the poor creature.
Arthur rubbed his chin in thought. He then said, decidedly, “For all our sakes, let’s just hope he’ll turn back. It’s clear this illness has changed him into a kitten against his wishes. We both know Merlin can’t transform into animals at his own will. It must be--”
“—the shock of the change that is confusing Merlin,” Gwen finished his conclusion.
Unfortunately, kitten Merlin was feeling rather restless and extricated himself from Gwen’s attentions.
And then he fled, running off into the corridor.
Arthur and Gwen exchanged glances with each other before they ran after the errant kitten.
Thank goodness Morgana was sequestered in her chambers, Arthur thought.
In their chase to catch the kitten, neither of them noticed a pretty green and blue butterfly fluttering about.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. :) I appreciate it.
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Thank you so much for writing this :D
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Thank you so much for writing this :D
You're welcome. :) Thank you for coming up with that awesome prompt. After I wrote this fic, I came up with another scene idea. Not sure when I'll have it written, but I outlined it all so I wouldn't forget. It's too irresistible to not write it. ;)
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I'm sure Merlin would have been slightly more careful with Uther around - not leaving Arthur's room, for one. Poor Merlin. ;)
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Oh Arthur, why can thing never just be simple when you're castle-sitting the Kingdom...
Reeaaally loved this particular image: Another tunic – a blue one – was rather enthusiastically clapping with its sleeves as it swayed to some imaginary beat. Lol! And those Merlin/Sword in the Stone icons and walls are great!
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