it's kind of beautiful, in a way

ladyvyola wins.

From this thread:
Er, I mean, we may have to leverage the add-on value of masculine uterine-equivalents across the synergistic core competencies of end-game scenarios to maximize our survival in a post-crisis marketplace and ensure continuation of operations of key personnel.

This is about.... (pick one)

1.) Merlin AU business practices
2.) The feasibility of melding apocalypses with domestic animals.
3.) I'm scared. Please die in a fire, seperis and ladyvyola.
4.) Mpreg, of course.

Comments

[wolfshark]

That would be 4, and therefore 3!

Edited because I can spell, really!

[seperis.livejournal.com]

I'd totally knock up Merlin in a hot minute if I had a premise. At least part of the premise should include Arthur balancing on the ramparts yelling nature doesn't work like that while Morgana tries to coax him down before he jumps.

[thornsilver]

And she will do it by frowining at him and saying "What nature?"

[seperis.livejournal.com]

Merlin will be morningsick inside with Gwen and promising to scoop out Arthur's balls with his mind if his ass isn't inside and being comforting right now.

Actually, I could write this. At least, this scene.

[shinetheway.livejournal.com]

Merlin listens to the shouting happening outside and sticks his head under a pillow. Maybe he'll smother himself, and then it won't matter anyway. Gwen rubbed his back sympathetically, between his shoulder blades.

"Morgana will get him down," she says, reassuringly, and the warm golden glowing presence in Merlin's belly pulses a gentle agreement. "She's really good at that."

"I hate him," Merlin says, into the pillow. It's very muffled, but Gwen seems to get the idea by the way her petting turns even more gentle and kind.

"I don't think he meant to do it," Gwen says after a minute.

The glow in his belly is radiating smugness, and Merlin shudders. "Why is this happening to me?" he asks, pitifully. He thinks a vicious thought at the glow, which then does something crampy to his insides to make him wince. Stupid glow-baby-thing.

Gwen pets him some more. "It'll be okay," she says, soothingly, and she sounds so sure, so convinced that Merlin relaxes. Gwen's lovely. Merlin loves her. More than he loves that bastard Arthur, that's for damn sure.

"So, do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" Gwen asks after a minute, proving that she's a fiendish devil woman and he doesn't love her at all.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*howls*

[shinetheway.livejournal.com]

Arthur's looking a little wild-eyed. Also, a little windburned. They're pretty high up, and there's a breeze today. Chapped cheeks do not do his coloring any favors, Morgana thinks dispassionately.

"I hate him," Arthur says, and Morgana rolls her eyes.

"Sure you do," she says, and gives the rope another yank. Arthur hops one step towards her, and then falls over again. Possibly she shouldn't have tied his ankles together. Morgana smiles. On the other hand, it's going to make going down the stairs extremely entertaining.

"This isn't *possible*," Arthur moans, from the floor. Morgana shrugs.

"Well, maybe it's magic. You fucked him, after all, maybe that was enough for, I don't know. A sorcerer's spell. Or something." Whatever, like she really cares. She's only here for the show.

Arthur glares up at her, furious, and now the red in his cheeks isn't from windburn. Morgana stares at him. "You mean you've *never*--"

Arthur finds his feet after a little of twisting and lunging, his arms still tied behind his back. Then he deliberately turns his back on her, and starts wriggling purposefully.

Morgana stops laughing after a while, and Arthur's almost gotten himself out of his ropes. He gives her a glare as he stalks past.

Morgana is still hiccuping a bit with giggles as she follows him downstairs and towards his rooms. Last she saw, Merlin was trying to kill himself with a pillow on Arthur's bed. This should be fun.

[kalpurna.livejournal.com]

This is AMAZING and should be full-length, like, yesterday. ♥___♥

[puckling.livejournal.com]

I like you.

[quickthorne.livejournal.com]

This is awesome. The question, then, is exactly how proficient is Morgana at bondage, and when do we find out? (/subliminal messaging)

[archaeologist-d.livejournal.com]

LOL!!! Good ole Gwen. Always knows the right thing to say.