Morgwen AU ♕ Morgana is the shy, kind wife of King Uther of Camelot. While on a visit to a neighbouring kingdom, Morgana becomes fast friends with their Queen Guinevere. Before long, she finds solace from her cold-hearted husband in the Queen’s arms.
(Source: strategicandbeautiful, via witchpieceoftoast)
In Search Of A Beta
So, remember when I said I was 4,000 words into the At My Most Beautiful sequel titled Once Upon a Midnight? Well its now finished and coming in at 21,000 words. And I’m looking for a beta. I have one but I would like to have another.
Here is some information on the Once Upon a Midnight to help you decide:
Pairing: Morgana/Morgause with a surprise bit of another ship that I don’t want to give away at this point.
Rateing: R, perhaps.
Setting: The tale is set in an AU which is more or less based on canon but with several major differences: Arthur was never born, Morgana and Morgause are not related but come from distinct families which play a big role in the tale, Gorlois is Morgana’s father and Uther married Morgana when she came of age. Morgause is a knight.
Spoilers for this fic and At My Most Beautiful below the cut.
"High Priestesses at Beltane" (Morgana/Morgause) for rosewolfs
Morgana shivered, swaying to the beat of the horse-skin drums and the crackling of the towering fires. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was the headiness of dark mead. The other-worldliness of a dream. And the burning of want.
“Come,” Morgause breathed in her ear, her arms sliding around Morgana’s waist as she pressed up behind her. “It is time.”
Her head falling back, Morgana smiled and dropped her hands to Morgause’s, feeling her untie her robe and open her up to the cold and moonlight.
“Come,” Morgause whispered again, taking one of Morgana’s hands and spinning her around, pulling her close.
“That a promise, is it?” Morgana breathed in the split second that her mouth brushed Morgause’s ear.
When Morgana spun away again, she caught sight of Morgause’s stunned expression and felt the Goddess laugh within her. She felt Morgause’s eyes watching her, boring into her when she thought Morgana was not looking. Hungrier and hungrier her gaze grew, until she could take it no more.
The next time she was within range of Morgana, she grabbed her around the waist and kissed her with all the force of the roaring fire around which they danced. Cheering rose around them and Morgana laughed.
“And here was me thinking all these months that you were all longing gazes and no action,” Morgana teased, artfully evading a kiss.
Morgause, speechless, only kissed her harder.