Easter Ficlets: 4 - 6

Merlin Fan-ficlets!

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Merlin/Morgana
"What are you doing Merlin?" Morgana asked when she caught the princes servant in her chambers. He seemed to be going through her wardrobe, which was a little disturbing considering that it was full of dresses.

He spun around, whilst holding a blue gown to his chest and the ward bit into her bottom lip, trying to control her laughter. Sadly she failed and a few giggles escaped from her mouth.

"I – I – I... um... This isn't what it looks like," Merlin stuttered, turning as red as a ripe tomato. He wanted to run and hide somewhere, anywhere; apart from in a closet. If he did that Morgana would never be able to look at him again without laughing.

"Really?" she wasn't convinced, "Would you like to tell me what you were doing?" she had stopped giggling for now, but her smile had reached her ears.

Merlin nodded and looked down at the dress as if he wasn't sure what to do with it, "Well, I was talking to Gwen and she said that girls like new clothes at Easter..." he trailed off and realised that Morgana was staring at him with a confused expression.

"What does that have to do with you being in my chambers?"

"My plan failed," the male warlock murmured, "It was meant to be a surprise," he walked up to the witch and handed her the dress. She suddenly realised that she had never seen it before, and from what she could tell, it had never been worn. Merlin had bought her a brand new gown and was trying to sneak it into her quarters.

He turned to leave the room, (completely embarrassed) but stopped as Morgana called his name, "Happy Easter."

Lancelot/Guinevere
Lancelot knocked on Gwen's door and hoped for an answer. He held a small cage to his chest, covered by a large scrap of cloth. It was Easter and he didn't know if the young woman would be at home, or spending time with the prince. Either way, he waited outside the small house and tried to ignore the butterflies which swarmed around in his stomach.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the wooden door was opened, and a young seamstress beamed up at the knight, "Lancelot," she started, "Shouldn't you be getting ready for the feast?"

He chuckled and admitted that he should, but there was something more important on his mind. At least, something he thought was more important, "I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy Easter."

"That's sweet of you," her cheeks lip up slightly, "Would you like to come in for a moment?" She moved out of the door way, to make room for him and whatever he was holding.

He nodded and entered the building, "I, er, have something for you," he raised the box slightly and watched as Gwen's face flooded with curiosity.

"You didn't have to get me anything," her kindness would be her downfall one day. Lancelot smiled, knowing that he didn't have to get her anything. He wanted to.

He set the cage down on the table and lifted the cloth. Guinevere's brown eyes began to sparkle when she saw what he was holding. It was much more than a covered cage – it was a small beige rabbit. The creature stayed still as the knight opened the box and picked it up.

Gwen could hardly control her happiness and on to of that she was completely speechless, "T-thank you!" was about all she could manage. She stroked the rabbit and admired it beautiful fur coat, before dashing over to a cabinet. She slid open one of it's draws and pulled out a small handkerchief.

"It's not much, but here," she passed the square piece of cloth to the man she admired. She couldn't help feeling like her tiny gift was useless compared to his, but he didn't care about presents...

Lance fumbled with the material and ran his finger over a small area where his name had been stitched on by a pair of graceful hands, "It's perfect."

… he cared about her.

adult!Mordred/Morgana
Mordred looked around the druid camp and smiled at everyone's excitement. It was Easter and they were preparing for a large feast, (as they did every year). The only person who couldn't be seen buzzing around was the Lady Morgana, as it were. She was enjoying some peace and quiet at a near by stream.

She sat on the grass and dipped her feet into the cool water. Mordred marvelled at the way her pale skin sparkled in the sunlight. They had grown close during the few weeks they had spent together, and he couldn't help admiring her. To him, Morgana was the most beautiful creature in the world.

Mordred moved closer to the young woman and she smiled when she heard his footsteps. Neither of them uttered a single word to each other, they simply listened to the birds in the trees around them; singing their evening song.

The druid boy stared at the glistening liquid in front of him and whispered a few magic words. Morgana looked up at him, wondering what tricks he had up his sleeves. He held out his right hand and the water began to rise, forming the shape of a bunny.

Morgana laughed, (clearly amused) as Mordred made the rabbit move and change shape. It hopped though the air and preformed a dance of some sort. After a while Mordred gave up, (as his arm had begun to ache), but was still proud to have made the witch giggle.

They both lay silently on the green grass, until Morgana decided to give something a try. She made the fluffy, white clouds change into Easter related shaped and they swirled is circles above their heads.

"Mordred!" a druid called and the boy hesitated. He rolled over and pecked Morgana on the cheek before running off. She sighed happily and the clouds in the sky were still once again.