Ė.āź°ą§§Morgwen - a maidservant's nighttime assistanceą»ź±ā.Ė (Ler!Gwen, Lee!Morgana)
š±Warning: tickle fic ahead!!!š»
Itās really late, or actually really early in the morning. I couldnāt sleep, so I just wanted to do a little something in line with that, so hereās that little something!
Iāve always liked the idea, in the early seasons before everything turns on its head, of Gwen being a gentle Ler and Morgana secretly loving it! Sure, Morgana in the later seasons is absolutely an evil Ler, but sheās an adorable cinnamon roll in the early seasons (for the most part, at least (and so is Gwen!)), and you canāt convince me otherwise!
Strays from the canonicity slightly, but certain sacrifices must be made, unfortunately!
Being a personal maidservant was not something just anyone could do. It took a special kind of person to be always at the side of another and put their needs before your own. The gentle care of a friend, with the routineness of a guard. But when you had spent so much time with the one you were serving, as Gwen had with the Lady Morgana, you can almost forget your position at times. The bond is there, and you just know it.
And similarly, you just know when something is wrong.
Morgana had been having much trouble sleeping, often panickily awakening at random times in the hours of the early morning. She had been prescribed various tonics and remedies by Gaius, and the matter as a whole was an ongoing situation. But, Gwen knew Morgana, arguably more than anyone else did, and she knew Morgana wasnāt being completely transparent about the matter.
She didnāt know why Morgana would be hiding something from her, she knew that she could trust her with anything, butā¦ something just didnāt feel right.
Gwen had learnt to sleep with one eye open for whenever this would inevitably happen again, knowing that Morgana would need her more than anyone else in such a momentā¦ and tonight was no different.
That slight shuddered gasp, she could practically hear it from miles away, as the maidservant rushed in to help.
āMy Ladyā¦ā Gwen softly spoke, slowly stepping in through the door into Morganaās chambers.
She found Morgana exactly as she knew she would. Half propped up on one arm behind her, eyes wide, bedside candles lit, even as the moonlight, occasionally breaking through the clouds, poured onto her through the window. āā¦ s-save it with the formalities, Gwenā¦ā Morgana stuttered in response between her deep, spaced, breaths, her voice unlike her natural self, breathless, timid, uncertainā¦
āWhateverās going on, it doesnāt sound like itās getting any betterā¦ā Gwen continued, kneeling down beside her bed, holding her hand tightly. āā¦ th-these visionsā¦ they-ā¦ they haunt me-ā she continued, gripping Gwenās hand in her own as she felt her other hand soothingly running up and down the covers over her legs, awkwardly positioned diagonally in her latest abrupt panicked awakening.
āā¦ pleaseā¦ you know you can tell meā¦ there must be something I can doā¦ā Gwen practically pleaded, just wanting Morgana to tell her whatever was troubling her. She had never gotten past the vague notions of visions, but what these visions contained remained something only Morgana knewā¦ why did she have to keep this whole thing so secretive?
āā¦ I canātā¦ I-I wish I could butā¦ I just canāt, find the wordsā¦ā Morgana defeatedly proclaimed, desperation choking up in her throat slightly, knowing this was a matter Gwen, or anyone but herself, just wouldnāt understand. She hated it all, knowing how much Gwen cared for her, and wanted to help her with this matter, and all she could do is turn her down due to circumstance.
āā¦ youāll find the wordsā¦ you know Iāll be here no matter how many times this happensā¦ā Gwen affirmed, letting go of her hand for just a second to wipe those few tears of fear and frustration, āā¦ I just wish there was something more I could doā¦ you know I hate seeing you like thisā¦ā.
āTrust me, I hate seeing myself like this tooā¦ā Morgana responded, trying to stabilize her voice again, grounding herself as Gwen held her hand tightly again, and continued stroking her other hand over her covered legs. āā¦ and I hate seeing you like this as wellā¦ā she continued, mumbling under her breath in frustration, āā¦ with me here, every night, rushing in at a momentās notice whenever this happens againā¦ā.
āYou say that like itās a laborious effort, and not something Iād do for you regardlessā¦ā Gwen firmed her voice up slightly, not wanting to see or hear Morgana belittling herself simply for needing her there whenever her nightmares flared up. Often, she stayed there by her side, just being a metaphorical guardian angel for her until she managed to find sleep again. Other times, she straight up stayed there, climbing into bed and falling asleep with Morgana in her armsā¦ Morgana hated it all regardless, she hated feeling so desperate, so needy, but Gwen never turned her down.
No matter what she needed tonight, Gwen would be there for herā¦
Gwenās gentle stroking of Morganaās awkwardly diagonally angled legs unconsciously began getting wider and wider untilā¦
āKhIgG-āā¦ Morgana suddenly squeaked, her eyes widening, jolting upwards slightly. Gwenās hand froze in place, just above her ankles, with her feet hanging over the edge slightly, only covered by the silky sheet beneath the coverā¦
āW-What happened?ā Gwen asked, wide-eyed herself, rather bewildered at the squeak. āI-I donāt know-ā Morgana responded, clearly rather panicked and dismissive, as if not wanting to continue the inquiry any further. But Gwen knew Morgana better than most people did, and whether it was the specifics of the visions in her nightmares, or the causation of that squeakā¦ Gwen could tell when Morgana was hiding something~
ā¦ and it didnāt take a genius to piece it together~
Still staring at Morganaās wide-eyed expression, Gwen slightly grazed her hand down above the silken sheet, over the tops of her feet, seeing that jolt shoot up her body again, folding her lips inwardsā¦ as an ever so faint smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
āā¦ huhā¦ well how about that~ā Gwen softly spoke with an ever-so-slight smug smile, nodding to herself as she scooted towards the end of the bed, and gently resting her head on her arm, gently draped across her legs, as she slowly pulled the edge of the sheet backā¦
āGwen? W-What do you think youāre doing!?ā Morgana panickedly asked, yet forced to keep her voice quiet as to not potentially disturb anyone else, her heart quickening as she felt Gwen slowly pulling the sheet up towards her, exposing her bare feet to the cool air of the night.
āā¦ oh nothing~ā Gwen almost dreamily teased, both her hands reaching forward and gently running up and down her bare, exposed, soles. She could feel her legs tensing under her arm, that hitch in her breath returning. āā¦ but if you so wish to continue believing that me taking care of you is such a tall ask, then consider this as your way of compensating me for my efforts~ā.
Morganaās whole body was on high-alert, feeling Gwenās wandering fingers slowly begin to curl into two gentle claws, just tracing the ticklish canvasses that were her feet. āG-GwehNNnN! Y-You caHanāt b-beā¦ mnnGGhhHHHH D-DoHIng this!ā she hissed through her stifled ticklish groans, folding her lips in again to try and contain any noises that might end up otherwise slipping out. All the while, Gwen just continued on without a care in the world. Staring at the tops of her feet illuminated by the moonlight, seeing her toes curl, flex, and squirm as her teasing fingers oh-so gently stimulated the soles on the other side of them.
āā¦ perhaps this is what you needed, my Ladyā¦ perhaps these feetsies needed some tickles to help tire you out~ā Gwen playfully teased, feeling the bed groan beneath her as Morgana became increasingly squeamish as the tickles just kept going on and onā¦ for someone otherwise so powerfulā¦ she felt helpless against the sensationsā¦
āG-GwhENn Iām s-seheRious! Iāll have you exhiHIled for thihiIIISS!ā she continued trying to fruitlessly stifle her giggles and groans. But Gwen didnāt seem to mind, just lost in the sight of those squirming tops. āThatās it, get aaaaall that energy outā¦ā she affirmed with a sigh, almost like a mother to a child, knowing those threats to be baseless. Morgana was a kitten without claws, because Gwen was the one with the claws, and they were currently hard at work on the kittenās soft, sensitive soles!
āOk! Ohok! Gwen, y-youāve m-mahaAde your p-Point! J-Just, j-juhuhustQuihIHt IhiT!ā. Gwen couldnāt help but find it absolutely beautiful that she was trying to bargain and beg with her.
āā¦ does the Lady Morgana secretly enjoy getting her feet tickled!? I think she does!ā Gwen cooed, aiming for soft, tender, pillowy flesh just under her toes, seeing those toes desperately scrunch as hard as they could as her adorably frustrated noises jump up an octave, muffled as she thrusted her head down, covering her mouth with her hands, trying her best not to just outright scream into them.
But under risk of detection, sensing Morgana was beginning to genuinely struggle to keep herself quietā¦ Gwen gave up the pursuitā¦
A timid silence hung between them, Morgana staring up at the ceiling, panting heavily as she tried to pull herself together again. āā¦ a-are you alright, my lady?ā Gwen shyly asked, a sense of fear and regret beginning to well up insider her. She retracted her outreached arm and crawled back along the side of the bed, taking Morganaās hand in her own again.
Eventually, Morgana tilted her head in her direction, looking completely warn out. āā¦ Iāveā¦ I-I donāt think a-anyoneās everā¦ wellā¦ t-tickled me like that beforeā¦ā feeling an uneasy crawl up her back as she said that t-wordā¦
āā¦ I know i-itāll sound stupidā¦ b-but-ā¦ā Morgana trailed off, trying to find the power to just break through the awkwardness, Gwen desperately looking into her eyes, just hoping sheād find the strength to say whatever it was she had to sayā¦
āā¦ Iā¦ I liked itā¦ā
The words hung in the air between them, Gwen just left bewilderedā¦ she had feared so deeply that she had overstepped the mark, that some playful teasing had turned accidentally torturous, that Morgana would truly have her exiled for itā¦ but here she was, openly admitting to her, that she liked it?
āā¦ i-it feels like this indescribable weight of the world has, j-just been lifted or somethingā¦ I donāt know how to describe it, butā¦ I guess I truly did need itā¦ā she remarked, this warm fuzziness filling her up inside where the cold distress of the visions previously did reside.
āā¦ truly? Y-Youāre actually feeling better?ā Gwen exclaimed, having to make it an effort to keep her own voice down, rather than exclaiming in pure ecstasy at the situation! āā¦ I doubt itās a cure, but, even if I hate how vulnerable I am to itā¦ and hate how much I like itā¦ itās certainly the strongest remedy yetā¦ā she bashfully admitted.
āā¦ do not tell any other soulsā¦ and, I m-might be happy to let you have mineā¦ā she giggled to herself at her dry attempt at humour, rubbing her soles together nervously.
But thatās when Gwen had a brilliant ideaā¦ rushing back to her own quarters, she returned, having retrieved two, long, pointed duck feathers. Firm, yet soft. Stiff, yet gentle.
āOn your stomach, my Ladyā¦ I may not know what is haunting you, but Iām still going to ensure you get the best rest you can tonightā¦ā Gwen smiled, with Morgana all too eager to adhere to her playful command, lying down on her stomach, finally feeling comfortable enough to just let go. Her upturned soles rested on the edge of the bed, the covers and sheets just peeled back to provide access to themā¦
And so, the exhausted Morgana was gently lulled into the most peaceful rest she had ever managed to have in a while, adorably sleepily giggling as her soft, sensitive soles were gently caressed by the tickly plumes wielded by her maidservantā¦
(First one of these I've done in a while, and the first one I've done here, so I hope you enjoyed it!!!!!)
