The Fanfic Chronicles

  Pairing: Morgan Pendragon / Guinevere Setting: Castle Pendragon, during Arthur's early reign The throne room of Castle Pendragon was quieter under moonlight — quieter, and more dangerous. Guinevere moved like a shadow through its stone corridors, her cloak drawn tight. She should not be here. Not at night. Not alone. But Morgan had summoned her, and Morgan's summons were not easily ignored. She entered the high chamber — walls hung with violet tapestries, candles flickering with magic instead of flame. Morgan stood beside the window, her raven-dark hair loose, her gown the colour of blood and shadows. “You came,” she said without turning. “You said it was urgent.” “It is.” Guinevere approached cautiously, her heart beating like war drums in her chest. “I know what you’re doing,” she said softly. “You think you can unsettle the court with whispers and visions. Turn Arthur’s own allies against him. You won't succeed.” Morgan turned now, slowly, li...

  Jyn Erso (25) x Vel Sartha (30) Rebel Era – TV-MA Tone (Cinematic) The Yavin IV air is thick with humidity and unspoken fear. The jungle hums outside the stone corridors of the Rebel base. Distant engines rumble. Soldiers move in low voices. Everything feels like the breath before a plunge. Jyn Erso stands alone in the dim briefing room long after the others have left. She doesn’t turn when she hears the soft footfall behind her. “I thought you’d be celebrating,” Vel Sartha says quietly. Jyn huffs a faint laugh. “Celebrating what?” “Surviving long enough to be assigned something important.” Jyn turns then. Vel stands in the doorway, Rebel insignia catching faint torchlight. Composed as always. Controlled. But her eyes give her away. They soften when they land on Jyn. “I don’t want a speech,” Jyn says gently. “I wasn’t going to give one.” Vel steps inside. The door slides shut behind her with a muted hiss. The silence between them is heavier than the...