RIP Bathroom 😏
**Warning** Smut scene…kind of? Not explicit but still pretty strong.
Notes:
Pushing the boundaries a little and trying my hand at some things, hope you guys enjoy 😃
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Morgana had Merlin's new iPhone in her bag and prepared to go to the pharmacy to get his prescribed sertraline.
Why can't they just use magic?
Well Morgana honestly thought perhaps to wipe Merlin's traumatic memories from his mind, but she didn't trust the spell wouldn't have unintended consequences. Like Merlin suddenly forgetting who she is, or even himself.
Getting a doctor to prescribe the sertraline to Merlin was fairly simple once he examined him. And sometimes on good days it helped her husband focus on the present and banish the demons from his mind.
The rest of the time? Well, she had her work cut out for her.
Sometimes even magic can't solve everything, isn't that what Gaius used to say to Merlin?
Morgana paused as she got to her vehicle as her thoughts drifted to the old physician.
She can't say she misses him. She hated him, and it's a shame that she hates him because that man used to be something of a father figure to her.
Yet that decadent old fool played her for years. Playing off her visions as mere nightmares when she was scared out of her wits that she was going insane.
Yet he had zero qualms teaching Merlin. Though in fairness she supposed it was unavoidable after her husband stupidly used magic to catch Gaius with his mattress.
Merlin may have mixed feelings about his former mentor, but she suffers from no such confusion. He was nothing more than a turncoat who happily bent over for Uther while throwing her and their kind under the bus. A good for nothing coward who along with Kilgharrah - oh don't even get her started on that rotten silver tongued snake - turned and twisted Merlin from that optimistic if not somewhat naive boy who always looked for another way…to the unrecognizable man he became after he poisoned her.
"That lizard is so lucky he's already dead. I'd have loved to have played with him, telling Merlin to kill me?!"
It took her more than a thousand years to finally forgive Merlin for it. When she honestly saw with her own eyes the amount of sorrow and guilt he felt towards his action that made it a bit easier for her.
Of course what cemented it was him rescuing her from those zealous witch hunters. Immortality did nothing to shake her fear of fire, ever since her first days in Camelot when Uther forced her to attend a sorcerers' execution. To smell the scent of charred flesh, the sound of screams so loud it breached the heavens.
"Did you watch? This is what happens to those who blacken their souls with sorcery. You are to be by my side whenever I command it Morgana"
Even in death her tyrannical father still managed to leave his shadow behind.
You can only imagine the sheer joy and relief she felt when Merlin brought down rain and destroyed her pyre with a swift hand.
Of course what she didn't tell Merlin was that years later before returning to Europe, she returned to Salem and let's just say some people were never heard from again. But hey, history didn't miss them so why should he?
Poor Gaius would have a heart attack at the sight of his ward married to Camelot's strongest foe. Oh how she would love to rub it in his face that ultimately, he failed.
Sadly, the damage done to Merlin still reared its ugly head. She never should have let him go…
"No." Morgana shook her head, not wanting to think about that horrible time in their lives. She started her car and drove off to their local pharmacy.
Bad enough that Merlin is suffering from the aftereffects to this day. Now Arthur and Mordred are effectively forcing those memories back to the forefront. And just when Morgana felt that Merlin was finally beginning to truly heal and move on from that tragedy.
Than there's Arthur and Mordred themselves, how did she feel about them now that it's been over a millennia since they've been alive.
Can she honestly say that she cares about what happens to them? Mordred maybe. Arthur?
It's complicated.
She can admit that perhaps Arthur may not have turned her over to Uther had he known about her magic beforehand. He did show instances of defiance by getting Merlin the flower to cure him of the poison from…Nimueh she believed her name was? And he helped save Mordred from Uther's wrath. So perhaps she could have trusted him a bit more.
However…
She hates him. Plain and simple. From before they were even born Destiny proclaimed Arthur its little chosen one. Everyone became second to Arthur, to hell with Morgana as long as Arthur was safe. He got everything, Uther's recognition, a life free from the pyre. And most importantly, he got Merlin's loyalty for hardly any effort.
She remembers the reaction she got when Merlin told her after his failed suicide attempt with excalibur, that he was "created for the sole purpose of serving Arthur". It was like a volcano erupted within her chest and to put it simply, she slapped him. Hard. Multiple times.
Truly Destiny was a bitch for Merlin to look at her shocked as if she had no reason to react in such a way. The back and forth between them as she implored him that he was no slave nor should he be content to be one, least of all for a dead man!
Goddess the amount of time and effort it took for her to finally rid Merlin of that toxic mindset was quite the Herculean task but well worth the effort, as it led to many beautiful moments between them.
Arthur didn't deserve him, and if he thinks he's going to hide behind this Destiny drivel he's got another thing coming.
But does she care what happens to him?
Well…she cares enough that she'll have Mordred - the man who killed him and was killed by Arthur in return - show Arthur how to survive in the 21st Century. She gave him basic knowledge and that was more than enough for her.
After that he's on his own. He can drown in the lake he crawled out of for all she cares.
Would the idea of finding some kind of peace with her brother be something she'd be open to? Maybe.
But only if they refrain from speaking of Destiny. The second she feels he's up to something, he's done for.
Merlin will forgive her.
Morgana parked her vehicle not far from the pharmacy, getting out and walking to it at a normal pace.
"I just hope no one else comes back to fuck up our lives…"
Merlin must say, Aithusa picked a decent place to live in…not.
He's waiting for Aithusa to return from her hunt inside a cave in Greenland. Fucking Greenland.
Luckily he can keep a fire roaring even in these ridiculous icy conditions.
Merlin can always count on his now pretty old dragon to be a comforting sight whenever he and Morgana are facing troubling times and need to see the face of their winged daughter.
The Great White Dragon is now about the same size as Kilgharrah during Merlin's time in Camelot. All thanks to Merlin and Morgana's combined efforts at restoring her body to its full glory. Banishing Sarrum's cruelty from her life forever.
Riding on her back to her home? It was so nice, to just feel the breeze and let go of everything. Such an addictive feeling that no amount of transformations into ravens can seem to replicate.
He wishes it would stay, so that it would keep him from thinking. Keep him from thinking about Arthur, about Mordred, about…
Merlin rubbed his forehead as he tried to steer his thoughts back towards his dragon. And wondering how her children are doing.
Around the time of the Black Death in order to research more about the plague Merlin decided to venture into east Asia; the place of origin of the disease. Even 7 centuries after the fall of Camelot Merlin had never really gone further east beyond Anatolia, the absolute furthest being Persia right before the Arab conquests.
So imagine his shock when he witnessed living breathing dragons.
It was a dream come true, all this time there were more of his kin soaring through the skies of the earth. Uther was spinning in his grave no doubt.
Of course these dragons were more serpentine than lizardy like Aithusa and Kilgharrah, but if anything it made them more impressive. How in the world could they even get off the ground to fly without any wings? Merlin will never know for sure but it's probably easy to just say magic.
Such a shame Kilgharrah died not long before his discovery, he would have loved to have known that his race will live on in great numbers for many years to come.
Kilgharrah, heh so many emotions at the sound of his name. Not all bad but not all good either.
He was so excited about the dragons of Asia that he practically demanded Aithusa fly to his exact spot and introduce her to them.
The idea of Aithusa mating with the dragons didn't even cross his mind until he saw the eggs several months later.
The hatchlings were beautiful, some having more reptilian features others more snakelike. But the one thing they all had in common was that they were all so colorful.
Over the centuries they spread to all corners of the globe, taking complete advantage of their ability to adapt to any climate to find the best habitats away from pesky mortals.
…Mortals
How far they've advanced…how dangerous they've gotten. How greedy, how selfish, sadistic…
"Merlin?!"
Merlin's attention quickly turned to the source of the voice…oh Aithusa's back. Poor polar bear, but his baby girl has to eat.
"Yes Thusy?"
"I've been calling your name for 5 minutes. Is everything alright?" Aithusa looked at her father with a look of concern.
She isn't a fool she knows what happened.
She was there.
"…"
"Merlin?"
"No, everything's not alright. But you knew that already. You knew they were back." Merlin tried to sound less accusatory but failed miserably.
Aithusa sighed, but could she have misunderstood? Was this not about that time but just the former King and Druid?
"Yes Merlin, it wasn't exactly kept from you that the time would come when the Once and Future King would rise when Albion's need is greatest." She explained as gently as she could.
With a blank look, Merlin tried to dissect her words.
Oh how he heard it all before, when Albion's need is greatest.
Yeah. Right.
But, he's not gonna yell, he's gotta keep his cool. This isn't Aithusa's fault. He can't lose his composure.
"Are you alright?"
"To hell with it" Throwing composure to the side "Is greatest?!" Merlin gritted his teeth as he tried to refrain from destroying this icy wasteland in his rage.
Aithusa simply sat there, learning long ago it's simply best to let Merlin vent his frustrations than to stop or soothe him.
At least if you aren't Morgana.
"Why now! What could be so special about the year 2022 that they dragged his royal assness back from his watery grave to grace me with his presence!
And on top of that, the brat who killed him and made all of my sacrifices worthless! Huh?!" Merlin was not amused by her silence; he wanted an answer and he wanted it now.
Aithusa stared back calmly as she assessed Merlin.
Bloodshot eyes with bags underneath, chapped lips probably from biting them constantly, and always looking in every direction…as if there are others here with them.
"Merlin, even I am not privy to that knowledge. Whatever threats come your way it would have been written by the fates themselves in ages long passed."
"Tck." "Nonsense" Merlin couldn't tell if he should curse her or pity her for her useless answer.
He closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his emotions before he said something he'll regret, even though he knows Aithusa wouldn't take it personally. He doesn't want to hurt her when none of this is her fault.
It's his.
"It's my fault for being a pawn in some grand chess game." Merlin realized he said this aloud, causing Aithusa to look on in pity.
Gods he hated that look, how patronizing, how condescending!
"I've spent a great deal of my eternity on this earth playing to the tune of some invisible force that seems to simply enjoy turning people against each other. To tear them apart. To play cruel jokes on their lives…!" Merlin's eyes flickered from blue to gold as he tried to stay in control less he hurt his precious daughter.
Ignorant daughter, but daughter nonetheless.
Aithusa watched carefully, using her own draconian magic to keep the surrounding area intact. Last thing she needed was for the mortals to throw a fuss about a 9.5 earthquake and skulking around her home.
"Merlin…"
"I refuse."
Aithusa was confused, surely he didn't mean to say..?
"I'm not a slave."
Aithusa than remembered, centuries ago Morgana came to her complaining and demanding to know everything about the prophecy between The Once and Future King and Emrys. Apparently Merlin said something that hit a nerve with the Witch.
"If Arthur wants to save a world that has always tried to destroy itself countless times he can be my guest. But he's on his own.
And as for Mordred? Perhaps I can remove his memories of his past life, let Alex Vlahos return to relative obscurity..?" Merlin wondering if that's his best move, simple mind wipe. Easy peasy. With Mordred disposed of he can focus solely on what to do about Arthur.
"Merlin we both know that if Kilgharrah were here, what his exact words would be…"
Merlin glared at a corner behind Aithusa, as if seeing the once mighty dragon in all his glory.
Of course, Aithusa saw nothing but more ice.
"No one can choose their destiny and no one can escape it."
Aithusa nodded.
"Bullshit."
Aithusa's eyes widened, Merlin couldn't be serious?
"I know what my Destiny is. My Destiny should be getting home soon waiting to tell me off some more about smashing my phone and to take better care of myself.
My Destiny is someone who by all rights should have just left me to rot in my own misery, yet still managed to find it in her heart to hold out her hand, to tear off the shackles that bound me.
My Destiny is the one I chose for myself, the one I will choose forever. My Destiny is Morgana." Merlin has never felt more confident in all his years of living, even in his damaged mind he can still find solace in the fact that he isn't alone.
"I'm not going to try and convince you of anything. Simply to warn you, yes you can try to fight Destiny and who knows if you'll succeed. But I hope so much that you bear in mind, Destiny will fight back, twice thrice ten times harder to maintain the path it laid out." Aithusa solemnly explained.
Merlin looked at his ancient daughter, remembering and knowing every instance he felt Destiny's wrath. He knew that she spoke the truth. But he also knew that no matter what, he can never allow himself to be back there, to be back in that cold and cruel place…
Merlin shook his head and gathered his bearings.
"Well thanks for the talk, real insightful and everything Thusy." Merlin morphed into his raven form and flew off back to England with Aithusa calling back for him, but to no acknowledgement.
If only Merlin didn't acknowledge his demons as well.
Morgana made it back just as it reached noon, fixing up the broken glass she left in her wake. Oops?
"Seems those two have left, good I could use some peace and quiet."
Taking advantage of what time alone she had she decided to reward herself with a nice warm bath…and a bottle of wine.
But wait, they don't have a bath just a tiny shower box?
Well yes, but when you're the 2nd most powerful mage in the world that's not an issue at all.
Morgana grinned as she changed the cubicle into a nice pristine porcelain bathtub.
"Hmm there's something missing…" Morgana squinted as she thought about it.
She's got the bath, the warm water, cherry blossom candles, the music on her phone if the silence is too deafening, and the most expensive wine in the UK that she'll never pay for because she can just magic it into existence.
What more is needed?
"Ah yes bubbles!" A flash of gold and problem solved.
Magicking her clothes into the laundry bin, the Last High Priestess sighed as her skin and bones rejoiced in the comforting massage of the water.
"I mean I know I'm old, well technically forever young but I've never felt so old as I have this past 24 hours."
Nope. Not thinking about it.
Taking a gulp of her Block 42 wine she allowed herself to fully relax and just pretend that everything was fine.
She and Merlin would get through this, this was nothing.
Just a mere pothole that can be filled.
Ugh if only she had brought her grapes upstairs with her, she's too lazy to get up now.
Oh right magic.
With her lovely purple grapes in hand she munched gleefully.
As she laid her head back she began to think about her husband and how Aithusa must be. It's been awhile since she's seen their daughter. Couple of years perhaps?
She'll have to scry her sometime, if only dragons could use phones.
After what appears to have been an hour, she senses Merlin's aura approaching their home.
"Hmm, and the others are still gone, good." Morgana grew a mischievous smirk as she alerted Merlin's magic to her exact presence. And boy did he get quite the pleasant surprise.
Well if his morning went poorly, than his afternoon is about to make up for it.
"Since we were so rudely interrupted this morning, what do you say we pick up where we left off?" Morgana lifted her legs to the edges of the tub, revealing her soapy wet ivory skin.
Poor Merlin never stood a chance, this wasn't their first time yet he always acts like a blushing virgin whenever she initiates their lovemaking.
Moment's like these, Merlin looking at her with a hint of shyness that reminded her of the boy she met in Camelot all those years ago.
But there's also now hunger, the lust that quickly overtakes him that has her knees shaking. Yep, she knew what buttons to push and why not? She's a rough and tumble kind of girl when they go too long without sex.
"You gonna join sometime this century my dear Merlin?" Morgana can practically taste Merlin's desire as he magicked away his clothes.
Merlin needed this, after the shitty day he had yesterday and today he needed every inch of her.
Entering the tub and taking his place between her legs, wrapping them around him.
"Ya know it isn't really nice to tease me like this" Merlin pecked her lips, her neck, knowing exactly how to get her wanting for more. Morgana isn't the only one who can play this game after all.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Morgana clenched her hands trying not to break first.
Are they so competitive that even sex is one big contest? Yes.
Merlin smirked as he took a gulp of the wine bottle, feeding her some as well. Thereby distracting her while his other hand moved downward.
Morgana gasped "Oh you cheat…" Gripping Merlin's arm as she bit her lip to prevent from moaning.
"I learned from the best"
Morgana finally decided to hell with the snail's pace and crushed their mouths together.
It's very lucky that they both had magic because no plumber or repairman could fix this mess.
"Oh god!"
"Oh fuck!"
"We have bloody magic! Just keep going!"
"But..!"
"You better not stop moving Merlin or I swear I-ahhh yes!"
"Shit! Shit!"
2 hours later
Both mages lying wet and sticky in their bed.
Yeah somewhere along the way Merlin carried her to their room, damn him.
His head was lying on her chest listening to her heartbeat.
Morgana blissfully staring up at the ceiling trying to gather her thoughts.
"That thing you did with your tongue…dare I ask where you learned that?" Boy was that a moment, definitely in her top 5 orgasms.
Merlin chuckled, "Remember that book on anatomy I got during our holiday to Paris back in the 90s?"
Morgana took a moment to recollect, the 90s were great. Less crazy than the 80s and better hairstyles.
"Hmm, yes you wanted to brush up on your medical knowledge to see if you were up to being a doctor again."
Merlin never really pulled the trigger on that however. It was always hard for either of them to stick to a particular profession when they had to pack up and leave every 20-30 years with brand new identities.
To Merlin it was all trivial nowadays, he could just as easily treat people whenever he wants if he stumbles upon someone in need. It's not like money was an issue when they've already accumulated wealth from all the time they've been alive…plus just growing food from the earth with magic never hurt.
"Well, a couple of weeks ago I stumbled upon that little bugger and finally read the damn thing. It was quite educational as you've clearly witnessed…and felt." Merlin smiled as he began to traced patterns on her chest.
Morgana quirked a brow as she chuckled. "I only believe you because you hate technology so there's no way you watched porn."
"Ha ha" Merlin rolled his eyes blushing.
"Oh you know it's true, you're such an old man"
"You do realize we're like the same age right?" Merlin responded flatly.
"Well technically I'm older by like 1? 2 years?"
"Okay Dolma" Merlin laughed as she smacked his shoulder.
Morgana rolled her eyes before laughing herself, "I still can't believe you actually turned yourself into an old lady"
"…"
"Merlin?"
"Huh? Oh sorry what were you saying?" Merlin gave her his best attempt at a smile, shame that she knew it was forced.
"What are you thinking about?" Morgana asked, gently keeping his face looking at her.
"Dolma…Mordred…Arthur…" Merlin bit his lip, not wanting to worry his wife more than he already did.
"It's fine, I shouldn't have brought that up." Merlin trying to keep the mood up.
"Ah" Morgana remembered, Merlin turned into the Dolma to keep Arthur from discovering his magic.
She leaned down to kiss him, once again cursing the fates for interfering in their lives once again.
She felt Merlin's tense shoulders begin to loosen, as he lost himself in their intimacy.
Sex was great and all, but the best moments for them really are what came after. Simply being in each other's presence, no concern at all about frivolous nonsense like titles or status. They never would have been able to be this free and happy in Camelot, so what was there to miss truly?
Merlin moved away as he looked into her emerald eyes, peaceful as if he had just woken up from a sweet dream.
"Truly you are the light of my life" He said folding their hands together.
Morgana chuckled trying to hide a small blush of her own, goodness she isn't typically one to feel all giddy but whenever Merlin just speaks from the heart like this how else can she possibly react?
"That's ironic, aren't I the darkness to your light?" She mockingly asked, teasing smirk and all.
Merlin rolled his eyes "You forgot hatred to my love"
"Ooohhh pardon me"
Merlin leaned to her ear "I love it when you get all dark on me".
Morgana stifled a groan as he began pecking her neck, someone's up for round 2…or was it 3?
"Is that so?" She asked, fingering his chest.
"That time you had me chained to your wall was very erotic I must say, it took all I had not to kiss you than and there." Merlin confessed with an adorable blush sporting on his cheeks.
"…" Morgana had Merlin chained to something countless times over the years. Which time was he….ohhhh
"Ah you mean when I put the fomorroh in you?" She inquired.
"Mhmm"
"Curious, why that time specifically?" Morgana couldn't really think of anything that stood out in particular. In fact to her it felt like she would never choose any moment from Camelot as one of their hottest moments.
"I mean that black dress just fitted you perfectly, your hair without any formal care just in its natural form really brought out your green eyes better. Most importantly you just oozed confidence, a trait which I always admired about you…and what I always envied no matter our differences." Merlin proclaimed, maintaining eye contact to show the sincerity of his words.
Morgana blinked, a bit surprised she must admit. Now that she recalls the time in question, well to her…yeahhh it wasn't exactly like she cared about her looks by that point. She wore the black dress originally simply because she was mourning Morgause's death and doing her hair wasn't exactly important. Besides she always had Gwen or someone to help her with it, never really bothered learning to do it herself.
But hey if she in her half-assed homeless looking self was still considered hot to Merlin than who was she to complain?
If anything to her, it shows that Merlin never put much stock in her looks compared to the other pig headed men that tried their hand at courting her back in Camelot and even after.
"I guess in a very specific way that's the sweetest thing I've heard from you my big earred elf. '' The annoyed look at her calling out his large ears always brought a laugh to her.
Merlin rolled his eyes before he pulled her into his lap, smirking as she gasped.
"Don't forget, this big earred elf had you moaning his name about a hundred times."
A shove to his shoulder, the predictable response
"Oh quit exaggerating!" Morgana's red cheeks however betrayed her true feelings.
"Oh Merlin…harder"
"Shut up! I didn't say that!"
"Faster Merlin faster!"
"You git! That's not even how I sound"
"Oh you will in a moment"
Even Morgana had to admit, she was glad she wasn't standing.
"Hmm careful Merlin, surely you'll still want to fit your head through the door." Please grow your ego, it's attractive as hell.
Judging from Merlin's lustful gaze, it looks like they'll be having dinner late today. Fine by her she just got dessert…
"WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!"
Both mages jerked to a voice coming from outside their room. Was that Arthur?
"This entire floor is torn to shreds, looks like the bathroom got the worst of it." That sounded like Mordred.
Morgana sighed as Merlin's cheer and liveliness dropped like a stone.
"Ugh why do those two have to ruin everything! They really need a hobby or something! And how the hell did they even get inside without the key?!" Morgana felt like she was about to pop a vein and she can't promise it would be hers.
"It's my fault, I forgot to close the front door." Merlin said, not realizing he just answered her unasked question.
Morgana caressed his cheek, "I can't blame you, I'm irresistible after all" She felt victorious seeing a small smile break from the tense mood Merlin had even if only for a brief moment.
"Well at least this time we actually finished without interruption." Morgana magicked herself clean along with her outfit from this morning. Checking the mirror to ensure she looked like she didn't just get her world rocked…than again how would she explain what happened to their house?
Not like it was their business anyway, but why should he have to hide this? They already know she and Merlin are married. Even if they didn't they have no right to judge and she has no reason to hide this.
Camelot and its barbarous customs are ancient history, sometimes it's easy to forget even for herself.
Once she deemed herself presentable she turned to Merlin who sadly wasn't ogling her like he usually would when she tried on outfits. But rather lost in his own head.
This was getting concerning, his condition hadn't been this bad in decades.
A flash of gold and in her hands laid the prescribed sertraline for Merlin.
"Here Merlin, I should have given this to you the second you returned." She handed him the bottle.
Merlin turned to her and zeroed in on the medication. A look of disdain making its way to his face.
"I hate those things…"
"I know" She did too.
"I hate taking these…"
"I know" She wished he didn't.
"…Have I truly been reduced to taking processed chemicals that hardly even work on me..?"
Morgana laid the bottle next to him and held his face as they looked into the others eyes.
"I'll never give up. I will find a way to fix this, but I don't want to lose you trying. That's something I can't go through again" Memories flooding her head forced Morgana to take a deep breath to focus on her husband.
She understood how he felt. He felt weak, powerless, far from what he was.
If only he knew that it was all in his head. He was making such great progress all on his own that Morgana honestly thought that perhaps her assistance was unnecessary after all…than they had to show up. Curse them! And curse that wretched Destiny!
She then looked up as she felt Merlin's hand hold her own face.
"Okay. I'll take them. I'll take them for you, the last thing I want is to give up when doing so would clearly hurt you." Merlin solemnly vowed.
Morgana embraced him fiercely, having it returned to her just as much.
As they untangled, she also remembered his phone and gave it to him imploring him not to destroy it…she considered it embarrassing and sad that the employees at the Apple store knew her by name at this point.
Merlin grumbled "Whatever happened to just writing letters or idk just walking up to someone and speaking in person? And why do we even need phones when we can just scry each other?"
Morgana rolled her eyes, here we go. Goodness he was such a technophobe it's almost astounding. It was like pulling teeth just to get him to purchase them a lightbulb...in the 1920s. "This is a useless invention whatever happened to simply lighting a candle?" Took him decades just to get him to admit he actually liked television. If not for her they'd still be living with horses for travel.
"No complaining. Mortals don't have magic to scry with remember? Eventually we'll feel the urge to make a friend or two and we'll need phones for that."
"I still don't even know why they call it an I-phone, why go through the effort of adding an I?"
"Merlin, I swear if you damage this phone in any way, you'll have to rely on just your hand for the foreseeable future…and for us that could mean years." She smirked looking at Merlin's alarmed look.
"You're bluffing you'd be losing out just as much as me..!"
"Well Merlin if you're that confident in your talents that I just HAVE to have you…by all means toss your phone into the nearest bin and see how long you can last without all of this." Doing a rather scandalous pose, she got the message across rather well.
Inwardly however Morgana was trying not to appear worried that Merlin actually calls her on her bluff. After today's performance, of course she needs to have him.
But dammit she already planted her flag, she can't turn back now…she'd never be able to use this threat again if he didn't take it seriously.
"Fine fine, I'll keep the stupid phone…sheesh" Merlin grumbled.
"As always victory is mine" Morgana smirked, pecking Merlin's head as she made her way to leave the room and face the music.
"You added Mordred's number."
Morgana stopped by the door and turned to Merlin who remained staring at the numbers that his eyes were examining. Mordred's name being on top.
"Mordred knows better than to piss me off, and I made it perfectly clear we are to have no talks of Destiny. I figured that if you ever decided to, you can still talk to him while still technically avoiding him."
If Merlin was touched by the sentiment he didn't show it, but nodded anyway.
"Am I to presume than that you'll give Arthur a phone as well?"
Morgana thought about it for a second. Good question, should she?
"No." She decided.
Merlin turned to her with a curious look, he wasn't expecting that answer to be honest.
"Aside from the fact that just because Arthur now knows what a cellphone is yet still doesn't know how to actually use one himself…
I simply don't trust him to not use it to go behind my back and try to fill your head with his newfound love of Destiny…" Morgana whispered bitterly.
Merlin stood up walking to her and tilted her head up.
"Than he's more delusional than I ever thought possible, and that's saying something." Merlin whispered, leaning their foreheads together.
Both closed their eyes as they soaked in the other's presence.
Morgana smiled at him as she stepped back towards the door. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready."
Merlin gave a soft smile back, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable confrontation as he looked at his meds with a blank look.
If it's going to happen, it's going to be on his terms or not at all.
Nothing will ever drag them apart again.
Morgana would destroy Arthur in an instant if she suspected for a second he was trying something.
Merlin?
Merlin would just destroy the world.
Not a smut expert at all, hope you guys got good imaginations haha
Next chapter we'll see what Arthur and Mordred were up to, not the entire chapter but enough. They'll slowly have bigger roles but the main players of the story will remain Merlin and Morgana.
And keep an eye out for a familiar face or 2. Could be friendly, could be not ️ 😂
