#morga x reader

lowkey highkey forgot she was a character lmaooo. but I gotchuuuu

the word is: late

So fortunately this was already a work in progress that I almost abandoned, probably the quickest fic I’ve done for a while but it’s bordering on angst as well as fluff. I hope you like @the-chaos-siblings! :)

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This hunting trip had not gone as planned, that was all you were sure about, everything else? Not so much. You weren’t sure how long you and Morga had trekked through the forest checking snares, or if the sounds of the forest were just small critters hiding in the bush or something much more dangerous. Neither were you certain the fire would keep such dangers away but right now you’re not even sure if Morga wants to talk to you ever again.

Your uncertainties began an hour or two ago...

“Could you be... any louder?” Morga’s voice comes out as a hushed grumble as she ducks under the branch ahead, noiseless and smooth. You are less so; as twigs snap beneath your feet and you fight against the onslaught of grabbing branches and tickly leaves. Birdsong is loud in your ears and you watch as a robin cheeps down at you from above, so caught up in it’s song you forget the branch ahead.

“Why would I- ow!” Your head makes a thudding sound as you walk into the branch. “Who put that there?!” Rubbing at your forehead, you notice Morga has turned to look at you. Seeing the ghost of a smirk on her thin lips you smile, embarrassed flush rushing to your cheeks. But as soon as you see the look its gone, closing her silvery eyes and taking a deep breath Morga takes a moment to survey the surroundings.

“We’ll make camp soon, there’s a river down this hill, we’ll camp there.” Her careful gaze scorches over you, almost as if she’s looking for your approval. It’s nice, she’s been getting better at communicating with you, looking to you for opinions. Not that she needs it, you know, she’s a seasoned huntress. She knows what she’s doing, but you nod all the same. “Good, seeing as the snares are empty we might have to improvise some-”

Morga’s head snaps to look rightwards, further up the hill the cry of an eagle sounds. Jæger. You hadn’t heard from the bird in sometime, usually that was a good thing that meant there was no danger in sight. Even on the rare occasion you would hear his cry it usually meant there was a stag or something equally good to hunt. But this call, reverberating in your eardrum’s was a sign of something else something lurking in the forest.

“Morga?” The woman puts out a steadying hand to hush you, you fall into silence as Morga places herself before you. Her head swivelling around to look out into the trees, you mimic her. Knowing full well whatever was out there would see the both of you long before either of you saw it. Taking a steady breath you push back the surge of adrenaline, Morga had always said it was bad for survival to rely on adrenaline. But your legs are already turning to jelly, heart racing, taking in quick breaths.

The forest had always felt so sheltered, but now it was sheltering another, you were no longer safe.

That’s when the snake appeared, not a normal snake by any account. This one was the length of ten men and had a body as wide as the trunks of the ancient oaks around you, black and shimmery scales catching the evening glare of the sun. It’s eyes were equally as black, pits of ebony sitting in its head. Usually you quite liked snakes, but the fact that this one was eyeing you for its evening meal was not giving you much reason to like it.

“Morga,” your warning tone causes the woman to glance back at you, seeing the obvious fear in your eyes. She knows it, you know it and the snake knows it. There’s no outrunning the creature. Too much muscle ripples under the scales, it glides so smoothly over the leaf litter, languid and unhurried. “What do we do?”

“I’ll keep it from you,” Morga answers steadily, “run to the river and follow it’s path, there will be a village...” You startle, both at the at the end of the sentence and the fact that she want’s you to leave her. Before you can answer the snake strikes, leaping forward with such startling speed that if it were not for Morga’s hand tugging you by the wrist you’d be snake-chow.

Yelping you fall into the leaves, almost instantly regaining your feet you watch as Morga brandishes her spear in the snake’s direction. She shouts something at you before she charges, but you bearly catch it over the hiss of the snake. Not expecting it’s food to fight back, however striking out at Morga in it’s irritability. The strike misses by centimetres, the flash of Morga’s spear and the crack as it snaps down onto the skull of the snake makes you wince.

She’s twirling and dodging the snake as it slides around her, striking at given chances and hissing as Morga lands blows to it’s body. You’re caught up in a trance, unable to do anything, let alone run to the river. But then it happens, the snake’s blunt head flashing forward and ramming Morga in the chest. The hunter looks shocked as she is flung to the side, winded and grimacing on the ground as the snake advances.

“No!” On autopilot you scrabble forward, Morga only a few metres from your place. Bearing down on you the snake hisses triumphantly as you pick Morga up, wrenching her arm over your shoulder as she growls at you.

“I told you to run,” she says, tone desperate as she tries to stand to her feet.

“That’s not a lesson I remember learning.” You snap, facing down the snake, this time it’s mouth opens to swallow you both as it leaps.

You can’t fight, nor run, not with Morga winded and injured around your shoulders. Magic? Terrified nothing comes to mind as the fangs stretch out to tear into you. Your heel teeters behind you, the hill! It drops down and you hope its rushing water you can hear at the bottom and not the snake’s fierce hiss. Wrapping Morga up in a protective hug you take an intake of breath and let yourself fall...

The hissing of the giant snake is instantly cut short. Afterwards you were vaguely aware of how your hand cradled Morga’s skull, rolling down the hill and bashing into trees. Sharp rocks sticking you in the side and leaves whipping your skin like cat-o-nine-tails. You’re pretty sure you screamed as you hurtled down the hill, it probably wasn’t Morga. But you heard her own grunts of pain, until you didn’t. When you felt yourself float through the air and then crash down into water.

Swept against rocks and the banks with closed eyes and a prayer to someone, anyone that you would live as water closed over your head. That Morga would live, as the river swept you away. It seemed those prayers were answered.

You shivered as you built the fire and stripped off your clothes, it was warmer without them. Morga mimicked you, but said nothing as you built the biggest fire you could. You had found her spear, snapped in two by the fall, amazed it hadn’t impaled one or both of you. Well you would be amazed that you survived, but Morga wasn’t talking to you and that definitely down played the amazement.

At some point Jæger arrived, the big bird of prey surveying the two of you from the trees. It seemed even the bird could sense the uncomfortable tension in the silence, but at the very least he had not given you any indication that the snake had followed you down the hill and the river.

You were no longer sure about what to do, but you did know one thing. Morga had broken her leg, it was swelling too much to be anything else. Maybe that’s why she was mad, you had pushed the both of you down that hill. Each injury; the cut on your forehead, the ribs you are sure you broke, the gash along Morga’s arm, the broken leg, not to mention all the little cuts and bruises...

Were all your fault.

After setting her leg in deathly silence, minus the hisses of pain from Morga’s clenched teeth, you kept a safe distance between the two of you. Hugging your knees as you sidled up to the fire and Morga glared over her broken spear, you could only focus on how cold you were. All other thoughts were guilt, sadness and fear.

“Why didn’t you do as I told you?” Morga’s tone is even as she speaks, at first you’re confused. She doesn’t look at you as she says it, but when you stay silent she glances up at you. Taken aback you lower your hands from your knees and place them in the leaf litter, crunching them nervously between your hands.

“I... I don’t know...”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N,” Morga’s tone sounds borderline threatening, but it softens when she sees your shoulders tense up. “You should have done as I told you to, you were in danger. You needed to run.” She puts a particular stress on ‘needed’, but it sounds like she wishes she had begged you to run, not just ordered you to.

“You were in danger too and I needed to save you more than I needed to save myself. You’re not invincible, much as you’d like to think that.” You can see Morga open her mouth to comment but she closes her mouth before any words come out, grumbling to herself. If she was able to move she’d probably give you one of those taps at the back of your head, her way of saying ‘I hate you but you’re right.’

“I... know.” Morga states, she goes no further into the conversation, but suddenly a great weight has lifted between you. Now much more comfortable you stand stiffly and limp over to Morga, pain painted across your face at the aches, cuts and bruises pretty much everywhere. You settle beside her, leaning into her shoulder, the tenseness in them melts quickly as the two of you get comfortable beside each other in the leaf litter.

Evening droning on you stretch out next to each other, crickets chirps sending you to sleep, Morga’s arms warp around you. One arm cradling your skull from the floor and the other draped over your mid-section, you do the same for her. Bodies pressed flush together, skin touching skin you shiver despite the warmth of the fire as you tangle your legs up in her unbroken one.

Morga’s hand is already tugging through your hair, undoing the knots and riding it of the twigs and leaves, the feeling of her fingers against your scalp is heavenly as you bury into the crook of her neck. Gentle kisses from your chapped lips grazing over her skin, collarbone and shoulder tenderly loved as you press kisses to the cuts and bruises.

“I’m not going to run away when you need me Morga, never.” You whisper, etching circles against her skin with your fingernails. “I’d face millions of giant snakes and more before I ever do that...”

“You’re too stubborn for your own good,” Morga sighs tenderly, pulling back from your praise on her neck and watching as your eyes wind back up to look into hers. She tilts her head forward to nuzzle her face against yours, forehead resting gingerly against yours.

“I learned from the best.” You giggle giving her a lopsided grin, Morga actually chuckles under her breath knowingly, eyes fluttering. She’s usually last to fall asleep, but... God’s knows she needs it, you think hugging her closer as her breathing shallows. Morga stirs slightly, searching for your lips with closed eyes, not one to miss out on a kiss you bring your lips to meet hers.

Hey, thanks much! And *vibrates at an inhuman frequency* sure I like Morga a normal amount

Morga x pining!MC

Ultimate milf, mommiest of mommies. She was probably ransacking villages and pillaging neighboring tribes before you were even born

She is, understandably, very intimidating

If there's one thing that attracts her, it's strength and capability

She appreciates tradition, especially in the context of southern war tribes. It might be cheesy, but you should definitely start by courting her the old fashioned way.

Hunt for dinner. Bring her pelts. Dress her wounds (even when she insists she's fine on her own.)

And even if you can't do all of that, your efforts are still enough to make her blush appropriately appreciative

Obviously she knows what you're doing the whole time. She says nothing for weeks just because she thinks it's cute to watch you fall all over yourself doing courting rituals that aren't even your own

If you aren't concerned with an age gap, neither is she - although she does make it clear that your age is not what attracts her

Her post-battle deep tissue massages are something else

She braids your hair!!!!! (Under the guise of "keeping it out of your face" but we all know the truth)

Even gives you honorary Scourge warpaint to match hers -- she's willing to make you apart of the tribe. It's a Big Deal.

What really gets her going is when you wield your magic in battle

Perfect headshots? Masterful takedowns? Unparalleled snipework? Be prepared for a reward later that night fit for a true second in command.

She's not verbally mushy, but she shows how she cares for you through her actions

Never lets you get more than a fleeting knick in battle

You are always her first priority. No matter what.

Yes, she spoils you. If anyone mentions even a word about it they get The Look

You're.. you're her baby. As much as she is a warrior, she is just as much of a caretaker. And once you are hers, she will care for you as long as she is able.

Here it is! I loved doing the first ones and I’m so glad they were well received! Also Morga’s one gave me some more opportunities so thank you @the-chaos-siblings  

Next up is: Main six doing pranks with MC, headcanons.

But for now enjoy! REQUESTS OPEN 😊

After the death of her husband and after banishing Lucio, Morga shut off her heart to the possibility of finding love lest it hurt her again. She tried to resist it when you came along, but some things like love are too hared to resist. Morga’s little romantic gestures are subtle and when they happen they aren’t immediately obvious but if you look close enough you can see a little spark of love in her silver eyes.

The first time Morga took you on a hike, you gathered it was some kind of training or a test. The two of you climbing to the tops of a mountain range where death could have possibly been in the cards but after getting there she sits down and pulls out food from the backpack she was carrying all this time. It’s only after the sun goes down and an Aurora appears that you realise it’s kind of a date... Since then hikes to secluded spots have become a regular thing, Morga actually likes showing you the land, places which she loves and cherishes memories of the past while making new ones. Of all the wonder she’s seen the one in your eyes is enough for her.

Morga is a bit obsessed about making sure you are prepared for whatever may lie ahead of you, there were so many things Lucio was unprepared for as a child and she wants to make sure you’ll be alright if you’re ever without her. It ranges from teaching you the basics of combat and avoidance, packing your bag with everything you could need to help you survive and she even gave you a horn that makes a sound should you ever need to call for her. It’s a bit overkill but Morga’s preparation has helped you out on more than one occasion.

Hand made gifts have always been a nice little gesture, skilled as she is Morga has made you practical gifts (such as a carved bow, a deer caller, and a leather knapsack). Each tailored to suit you and serve you well, but there are a few sentimental gifts that slip through the net. A little carving of your favourite animal, or a fabric flower that she know’s is your favourite (if it’s made of fabric it lasts a lot longer!)

Morga know’s when you’re struggling, you haven’t built up the stamina she has, weather it’s over rough terrain or your feet hurt from walking so long Morga can’t let you suffer like this. So if the two of you need to get somewhere she’ll scoop you up and just carries you the rest of the way, maybe it’s just more convenient for her but you can tell she enjoys holding you close by the slight smile on her lips.

When you come into conversation among Morga’s friends and peers, whether you are present or not she will always talk about you with pride. Even if you make mistakes or grate on her nerves she never say’s a bad word about you because she loves you and wants people to know that you are very dear to her