Nimueh might be a villain after all. The group tries again (A for effort guys). Someone still wants Arthur dead. And movie night...
"She's found another way."
"What? What are you talking about? Who's found another way?"
The three priestesses are once again lounging in the bowels of the ancient temple, sampling the hostess' newest blend.
"Merlynn has found a way to escape or stop Arthur. I don't know. She was vague on the details."
"What?" The powerful mage is stunned. Not possible. Just... not possible.
"Yes, she said that she couldn't talk about it, but it's also apparently pretty extreme, so she's going to try and stick it out." Morgana's eyes narrow at Nimueh suspiciously.
"No... No!" There's an audible crack from the porcelain tea cup as it's slammed onto the concrete table. "Do you know what a disaster this is?! This will ruin everything!"
Quite an intense reaction there, witch. "How?"
"How? How?! What do you mean how?!" Is she stupid?!
"If our goal was to put me on the throne, then how is that a problem? Whatever Merlynn's plan is would dethrone Arthur just as much as ours. So, I ask again... how does this ruin our plans?"
Morgause considers both of her partners thoughtfully. "I agree with Morgana. This doesn't hinder our goal in the least. It's actually a failsafe if our plan doesn't work."
"Exactly. Our mission is accomplished either way. Unless..." The princess leans towards the eldest knowingly. "That is our mission? Right, Nimueh? Or is this really about making an all powerful Goddess disappear?" She knew Nimueh always had an ulterior motive. The only reason Morgana's even doing this is because the plan did seem like the only way. But if Emrys herself found one, then maybe there are other options out there... That's it. Decision made. No more vials. Arthur won't be happy. She'll have to leave for awhile for her own protection. But for how long?
Damn. "No, of course not." Fix this or you'll lose them. "I wasn't thinking. I still think we should proceed, however... in the event hers fails. We can't risk it and rely solely on Emrys." Nice save.
The princess is not impressed with the brunette's floundering. For being more than fifteen hundred years old, the bitch is losing her touch. Whatever. "I was wondering... when all this is over, how long before I get my brother back? You know, once the doses stop?" She should book a flight.
How can this be? What possible way could Emrys have discovered that Nimueh missed over centuries? She's the most powerful mortal witch on the globe. What in the hell did she overlook?! Oh, Morgana asked a question... uh "It would be a fortnight before it's completely purged, but he'll likely have all his self-control back after a week." Especially without magic. The powerful priestess studied science, because she knew magic would be detected. How is this fucking possible?!
Morgana can see Nimueh is engrossed in her own thoughts, so it's time for her to go. But she doesn't want to leave the other sane priestess. "Morgause?"
"Hmm?"
"I think Nimueh has another objective with this plan."
"Yes, she definitely exposed her hand, didn't she? Unfortunately, she still is right, though. We can't gamble with this, put all our hopes on Emrys' plan, especially when she isn't confident herself. Even Merlynn wants ours as a backup."
"I agree. But I definitely think we need to be wary of Nimueh, make sure she isn't influencing our choices."
"Absolutely. It's you and me, sister..." Morgause clutches the princess' hands in her own. "For Arthur, for Merlynn, for magic."
Morgana smiles warmly at her sister, reassured to know she's not alone and not the antagonist in this story. "For Arthur, for Merlynn, for magic."
--
They barely know where they are. One of their flats, sure, but who cares. Who cares about anything? If they have to continue seeing or hearing their friend being assaulted with them helplessly banished to the sidelines, then what does it matter? Nothing matters. If they can't save her then what is life about? Is acing a test all that important? Or writing a deposition? Or speaking with an investor? Or planning protection detail for a self-entitled, good for nothing, bloody wanker prince? What is the meaning of any of it if they can't save her?
"I don't know what to say," Elyan mutters.
"You're not alone." Even Gwaine can't seem to smile, and he's the comic relief.
"I don't want to talk about how hopeless everything is or helpless I feel. I don't need that reiterated to me. This is the second time I was there for the aftermath. The first time she blew up her room. So uh... I really... I really don't want to hear how impossible things are. If that's what you all want to do I can go, and Lance will fill me in on the rest later." If there even is a rest.
"I understand how you feel, Gwen, I do. I don't want to hear it either. But I do think whoever needs to, they can vent. This is a place where we can talk and support each other. I know I need that. But I won't hold it against you if you want to leave."
"I agree with Mithian. I know I need this release. I heard it all, and I can't just bury it. I need this outlet. But I don't have any problem if you want to go."
"No, I think... I think I'll stay. I just really don't want to go home feeling worse than I already do. I don't think I can take any more."
"I don't either. I'm hoping if I do talk about it, maybe I'll feel less like crawling to a corner and curling up in a ball somewhere."
"Talk to us, Leon. I don't think I've ever seen you like this."
"Ha, yeah, well, I don't think I've ever been like this, Perce. It was... I don't know if there is a strong enough word. Horrific is as close as it gets, I guess. I know exactly what he did to her..." The eldest knight has a far off look recalling the assault. "He described every. little. detail. That was his way of calming her down. No matter how much she begged or cried... He's not sadistic. He doesn't enjoy her pain. He's selfish. Extremely, astronomically selfish. When he got tired of fighting her he threatened her. Her feelings didn't hold any value... because Arthur was randy and it's his soulmate's job to provide... It's like watching someone drown, or well, anything, just watching someone die. Which I guess is true, isn't it? Because we lose more and more of Merlynn every time, don't we? What else has to happen until there's nothing left?"
"She just cried. When we brought her back to her flat. Just cried and cried. It wasn't like what Elena and Gwen described for that first time. It wasn't comatose and silent. No, she just cried. Cried and never stopped until she fell asleep. That's why none of us know what happened. She never said a word... just cried. It must be magic. I didn't know someone could cry that long. I would think it would eventually die off, but it didn't. All the way until the end. It was like a switch. She cried and then there was nothing. How long were we there, Sefa?"
"Uh, a couple hours I think."
"Yep, a couple hours... and she cried." Mithian has a blank stare as she remembers the night. "She just cried."
"I don't know what's harder. Taking care of our shattered witch or sitting at a table, sharing drinks with the villain himself. And not killing him. I don't know how you did it, Leon. You had it the worst of all of us. You had both. Inquiring minds want to know. How did you not rip his throat out?"
"Honestly, it was more than just acting for me. I had to shut myself off. Like go all Vulcan in my head, you know where everything is based on logic and no feeling. I acted pissed, because that was the logical thing to do. I acted friendly because it made sense. I had to take all emotions out of it... I got 'em back when I got home, though."
"I did something similar. I was so angry at that guard. He didn't even think for a second I could be right, just dismissed me without a thought. Because he's the bloody prince and can do no wrong. So, when it came time to really play it up, I didn't just act. I became I guess like an alter ego to myself. I created another Lance in my head. It really worked...Well, obviously. That disconnect. But you're right, Leon. As soon as I walked into our flat, ME switched back on, and I... broke."
Everyone silently contemplates all that's been said. They think about each other and various perspectives. They think about themselves and their own emotions. But mostly they think about their sorrow for Merlynn and anger at Arthur.
Maybe it is listening to others vent or maybe it is the time they spend reconciling all of it, but something changes in the Camelot 'Nine'. Gone is the despondency and despair. No, this group has been revived. They are legends, legends every lifetime for fifteen hundred years. They will find a way. They need to live up to their past selves, who've apparently saved the world over and over. Are they renowned heroes or aren't they? They can save the planet, but not their witch? Uh uh. Time to be who they are. Because what else matters?
"So, that's the plan then. Their birthday is next week, so we have to get them to that date, and hopefully all this bullshit will be over. Perce and Elyan, you're having everyone over on Saturday for movie night, correct?"
The two youngest knights nod to the first.
"He may not mind us seeing the aftermath or us knowing what's happening, but he'd certainly not do anything in front of us. Right?" Lance thinks Arthur will at least draw the line before that. Won't he?
"That's the hope anyway. And even if he did, we can still stop him as long as we don't hurt him. The magic knows if we have ill intentions, so it also should know when we don't."
Mithian's logic is sound and she's been right before. Hopefully, she's two fo two.
"I've made sure to pack her schedule with Liberty stuff. Arthur does seem to think that at least it is a worthy enough cause to override his booty calls. As roommates we can work long hours, and we just have to get them to next week. I think we can."
"See, that's what we need, the positive attitude of our bubbly blonde. Okay everyone. I think we have a plan. A plan that might actually work."
"I think we've got a good shot, Leon."
"That's the spirit, Percy."
One by one each of them join the pot of positive thinking and spirits rise. They may have saved magic countless times in the past, but for this lifetime they're saving the heart.
Same difference.
--
Arthur's pouring himself a cuppa. He's exhausted. Not only did he wake up with a massive hangover, but on top of his classes, he had a council meeting. It wasn't even about anything that has to do with Arthur. But under the guise of 'you're going to be king, Arthur. You need to know these things,' he has to suffer through it. The prince is sure it's Uther's petty revenge for his son openly opposing Liberty. Whatever. Do your worst, father. He has a Goddess on his side. Beat that.
His Goddess. His beautiful Goddess. She was magnificent last evening on the dance floor... and in the storage room. He smirks. He would call her tonight, but he really is just too tired. All he wants to do is shower and go to bed. Maybe not even shower. He could call his queen to magic him clean... or... she could bathe him. Ahhh... not tonight. He's spent, even for a rub down. When his sheets are more appealing than his soulmate, you know that is above and beyond knackered.
So, the sight of his soulmate on the farside of his room, startles him and he freezes to the floor.
"Arthur, look out!"
She can't stop it. The assassin's too close, but he isn't close enough. Since the gun wasn't directly touching the prince's person, the wards activate and once again save his life. The man is shocked by the failure and Arthur takes advantage with a knee to the balls and left hook. From beginning to end it was only moments before the assailant is out cold lying at Arthur's feet. Interesting. The bad guy is one of the new guards. Makes sense how he got in then. Didn't count on his love's magic, though, did he? Big mistake. With the surge of adrenaline the future king feels like he's got his second wind. Now there's something else he wants to take advantage of. "Merlynn?"
Goddes, he has that look. She really is damned no matter what she does. The curse of Arthur Pendragon. She raises her hand to the perpetrator and lassos him with magic and reels him towards her. "Uh, Arthur, I need to take him to Detective Harrison. This is the first time we've caught one of the attackers. I'm sure he'll be thrilled with uh..." Stop looking at her like that! "...the new... development. He'll want to see him right away." She's holding onto the counterfeit guard and readying to leave.
Oh, no no no. Now that he's seen her and has the energy, he could use a little 'night cap' before bed. "Merlynn, come back here when you're through with him."
She was afraid of this. When she felt the wards activate she was relieved she had a rescue mission instead of... his usual summons. She was put even more at ease when she noticed Arthur wasn't even there. She figured she'd deal with the perpetrator and be gone before the prince arrived. No such luck, though. Because of course not, why would anything ever go well for Merlynn? That would be Bizzaro World. Woefully, this witch lives on Earth, currently her own personal Hades. And the best part... she's immortal. So the 'fun' never ends. "Arthur, I had to leave a Liberty meeting to take care of this. I need to get back as soon as I can. I don't want to lose any supporters. They were on the fence when I left. Please let me go back." There. If Arthur is more concerned about orgasms than saving magic, then why in the hell is he the savior?
Mmm. He can't pull her from an anti Liberty meeting. And the adrenaline is starting to wear off. "Fine. But I do want a kiss before you go."
Goddess, just get it over with. "Fine. I really have to go, though, so make it fast."
Oh, honey. Wrong thing to say.
Arthur's slinking over to her. Actually slinking. Not walking. This is how he moves when he's about to pin her to a wall. He seems snake like and slinking sounds right for a snake... therefore, he's slinking.
As soon as Merlynn's within reach he grabs her around her waist and pulls her into him, then he seizes his soulmate's lips. She oddly opens on her own this time, and without having to be forceful he doesn't have to be so aggressive. For the first time since that first date he can give her a tender, loving kiss, which she appears to be appreciating because she's actually kissing him back! Fuck, things are so much better when they're consensual. He finally lets her go and steps away, stupefied by what just happened. By the bewildered look on her face, he's not the only one. "Have a good night, Merlynn."
"Uh... yeah, you too." And she teleports to Scotland Yard. Goddess, what was that?! She knows what it was. It was a moment. They hadn't had one of those since he helped her with her paper. That deep connection she feels in her core, the shared soul. For that moment, she forgot he was a monster, the man of her nightmares. But that is what he is. And a single moment can't negate what he has done. Forget it, Merlynn. Time to do your job. She looks to the constable behind the desk. "Yes, could I speak to Detective Harrison, please? Tell him Merlynn Ambrose is here."
--
"All right, is everyone ready?" Percival has finished situating the additional furniture.
"Yes. Can you tell me why we chose your's and Elyan's flat again?"
"Because our place is the smallest, and therefore, not a lot of space for privacy."
"Ah... makes sense. Guess me and my baby bumble bum will take the floor." Gwaine ambles over to one of the constructed pillow mounds and sprawls out on the students' carpet, his girlfriend crawling in next to him.
"Yeah, Perce and I brought in extra seating, but we do want to make sure the floor space is all occupied. We don't want them laid out under a blanket somewhere."
"Lance and I can take the floor, too." Gwen plops down amongst the other arranged heap of pillows, and Lance burrows into the pile of fluff beside his bride.
"Is Morgana coming?" Gwaine asks.
"I already told you she was coming." Elena, who was the little spoon to her boyfriend's big, flips to face him. She can sense Gwaine's apprehension of the princess. "She's on Merlynn's side, you know. You boys don't have to worry about that. I think it's right that she hasn't been there for our other meetings. Its not that she would betray us. Never. I think it would be hard for her to hear what we've been saying, though."
"Mm hm. I talk to Morgana all the time. She's one hundred percent pro Merlynn. But she's also kind of mourning her brother, so our meetings would be hard on her. If Elyan did something... not that he ever would... I mean of course he wouldn't... but if he... I'm not saying he would... Maybe something else... Not that he'd do anything! No, he wouldn't. He's a good... Shit!" She sighs. "I'm just saying I couldn't listen to it either."
"I'm a good shit, eh?"
"Shut it!"
"Morgana's coming?"
"Yes, Leon. Morgana's coming." Elena confirms.
Leon's lips curl ever so slightly, which of course is noticed by the rogue.
"Ah... doth my eyes deceive me or does our first knight fancy himself a princess?"
"What? No. She's a friend is all. And we haven't seen her in a while."
"Mm hm."
"Shut up, Gwaine."
"Okay, going back to the seating I think the sofa should be occupied as well. Force the bastard to sit in a hardwood chair."
"I don't think that would work, Mith." There's no way Arthur isn't going to insist he sit with Merlynn on the settee. What we can do is occupy it enough that they can't lay down or get more comfortable," says Sefa.
"That will work. Sefa, Mithian, Arthur, and Merlynn on the couch. Gwaine, Elena, Gwen, and I on the floor. That leaves Percy, Elyan, Morgana, and Leon."
"Actually, I think Perce should sit with Mithian on the couch. He'll take up more space, and yet still be believable. Arthur's not gonna try anything if Mithian's butted right up next to Merlynn. And Sefa and Elyan are small enough they can both fit comfortably in the chair and a half. That leaves Morgana and I in the other chairs with a perfect view of the prince. We'll be like watch dogs."
The group ponders the eldest's suggestion and confirm the seating arrangements.
"Anyone know when they're going to be here?"
"Probably an hour, Elyan. We should order some pizza for everyone."
"Go for it."
"Okay, now that we have the seating and food settled, I have a question." Gwaine has noticed a key party element missing.
"Ask away. I still have to take orders before Perce makes the call."
"Alcohol?"
The group groans.
"What?"
--
Arthur is anxiously waiting to call his angel. He's practically foaming at the mouth to see her. Ever since she left his room with the assassin, she's been on his mind even more than usual. Probably that strange time they shared. It wasn't long, just a few seconds, but for those few seconds they were both on the same page. No dom and sub, no force or surrender, just Merlynn and Arthur, the other half of each other's soul.
He got an interesting package this morning, too. Morgana sent him another ampoule. It's a day early from when he normally takes it, but maybe she wants to ensure he doesn't go to her place. The prince and princess have not been close lately, and it's clear to him she doesn't want to be around him. No matter. At least she knew to send the vial. It wasn't long after drinking it he felt like a new man. Arthur doesn't know what's in the stuff, but he feels amazing. Powerful, strong, and he wants only one person by his side, his beautiful Goddess.
He wants to do this movie night with everyone, but he has full intentions on bringing Merlynn back to his, experiment with some new 'activities' they haven't tried yet. Arthur needs to summon her now. She still has to get ready and he has the perfect idea for her evening attire. His angel's magic followed his guide for her Avalon dress. There's no reason it couldn't tailor tonight's outfit. Magic is quite the seamstress. It's time. "Emrys, Emrys, Emrys."
--
Merlynn is so grateful for her friends. She says that all the time, but she is. Elena has kept her swamped with Liberty duties to keep Arthur off her back (no pun intended). And tonight they organized this group gathering, so that she's not alone with him, even though Merlynn knows they can't stand to be around him. They're doing it for her. The girls told her what the boys did at Avalon, and they have plans to do something similar this evening, positive that Arthur would try to take her home with him. They're probably right. Arthur's and her birthday is this week. Not long before all this is over. The witch sighs, then she feels it. The vortex is getting ready to take her again. She figured it would be soon. Arthur texted her that he's designed her a new outfit and would be summoning her to get ready at his. She can do this, just a few more days. It would have to be something really severe for her to use the cuffs now, so close to the finish line. And with all their friends there, they're like guaranteed safety, right? Of course, Merlynn. Nothing bad's going to happen.
Famous last words.
--
"So what movies are we watching tonight?" Gwaine asks while snuggling closer into Elena.
Elyan is scrolling for what he's looking for on the telly. "Well, we all know both Merlynn and Arthur like superheroes, right?"
The 'Camelot Ten' (since Morgana's arrived) nod to the fun loving knight.
"And we know that Arthur is partial to the Marvel Universe. Well, Percival and I thought since we can only watch two movies we'd watch part one and part two of Guardians of the Galaxy."
"That's perfect. I don't think Arthur's seen either one, always so focused on the Avengers. Good call sticking with Marvel, too. He practically through me out of his flat when I suggested DC."
"Brilliant! We wanted something that would entertain him, hopefully draw his attention away from a certain witch."
"Well, that just might do it."
--
"You want me to wear that?" The magic followed his instructions and designed an ensemble very familiar and highly inappropriate.
"Of course. You'll look gorgeous in it." He's been thinking about this one for a while now. The finished product is even better than he imagined.
"Arthur, you can't be serious! It's five degrees Celsius outside!"
"I have a coat for you to wear when we're outside, and you won't need it when we're in."
"Arthur, everyone else is going to be dressed for colder weather. Elyan and Percival aren't going to sweat the group out just to keep me comfortable. I'll freeze in this!"
The future king strolls over to his queen and squeezes her shoulders, looking direct into her eyes. "Stop worrying and trust me. I've got it covered." Then he gives her a chaste kiss on top of her head.
"Why do you want me to dress like this anyway? Do you really want our friends envious, because they won't be. Gwaine and Lance only have eyes for Elena and Gwen. Leon sees me as his little sister, and I'm pretty sure Elyan sees me the same way. And Perci..." Uh oh. Should not have brought up Percy.
Arthur eyes her suspiciously. "And what, Merlynn? What about Percival?"
"Nothing." Change the subject, Merlynn. "I'll put this on then, shall I? What are you wearing? Are we doing the matching couples thing?" Instead of a verbal response, she's suddenly shoved against one of the posts on his four-poster bed.
"What were you going to say, Merlynn?" He glares.
Goddess, she's unleashed the beast. "Nothing Arthur. Don't we need to get ready? People are expecting us."
"You'll be showing up naked if you don't tell me right now what you were going to say."
This is the monster, the evil demon that plagues her dreams. She feels the corners of her eyes starting to fill. "Arthur, what does it matter? He can't touch me. Literally."
Arthur is livid. "He told you he fancied you?"
What's she supposed to do? She can't lie. He'd know and then he'd punish her somehow. Merlynn bows her head in assent.
Arthur's face is scarlet and he's seething. What the hell?! His so called friend is hitting on his girl?! "When?"
"What?"
"When Merlynn? When did he approach you?"
"It wasn't like..."
"When!" He bellows only centimeters from her face.
She's scared, and Merlin can tell the salty drops are about to roll. It's barely a whisper. "The reception."
"The reception? The reception I wasn't supposed to be there for. Well, he took advantage of that now, didn't he?"
"Arthur, I swear it wasn't like that. He didn't approach me. I approached him."
"What?!"
Before Merlynn can blink she's compressed into his mattress with the force of his body.
"Why the fuck would you approach one of my friends, Merlynn?! What, you fancy yourself a giant, now? I'm not good enough for you?!"
The raven's sobbing at this point, but she has to calm to say this, make him understand. "Arthur, please. It wasn't like that. I wasn't dancing with any other man. I thought you would be comfortable with me dancing with the knights. I asked him to dance, that's all. That's when he told me he couldn't because of the sparks. He was never going to tell me or approach me. He was embarrassed I found out. I asked him because it was dangerous for me to remain partnerless for too long..." because of you "...and he was sitting at the table. I didn't know he fancied me! I swear it! He ended walking me out to Gwaine, so no other man could approach me."
Hmm. That does sound probable. Percival would never try to pull another man's girl, especially a friend's. And his queen is so naive it's likely she didn't realize the giant was attracted to her. "All right."
Thank goddess.
"I do feel a little insecure now, though. How about a little something to convince me you're mine."
"Arthur, we have to go. I'm sure they're all waiting on us."
"Just a kiss."
Just a kiss. "All right."
He wants to try again, and see if the other night was just a fluke. So he tenderly kisses her again, and he gets the same response. His soulmate seems as exploratory as he normally is. In fact, if he didn't know any better he'd say she was leading the kiss. She is! She's snogging him! And he loves every second of it. He mourns the loss when she pulls away.
"How was that?"
He's speechless. All he can do is nod his satisfaction.
"Good. I'll finish getting ready." She leaps of the bed and waves a hand over her form. Soon she's sporting Arthur's newest design. She's thankful the outfit draws her focus from the incredible kiss she just shared with her King. Goddess, did she just think that? She hasn't viewed Arthur as her King since he started the abuse. Remember Merlynn, that might have been an incredible kiss, but he had you trapped under him, screaming at you only moments before. He is not your king. It turns out the king she'd always learned about is a myth. Don't forget it. Case in point, her new clothes. It hasn't escaped her notice it has a close connection with her Ambrosian reception garb. It's two pieces. She's not supposed to wear any undergarments with it. The shirt is a gauzy black chiffon with a thicker weave around the breasts. It has no buttons. It's supposed to be tied in the front, slightly higher than her waist. She'll have to use magic to keep the fabric flush to her skin, otherwise she'd likely slip out. The bottom half is a pair of short trousers that could have been cut from the leathers she wore to Avalon the first time. They're low riding and adhere to her body as if they were painted on. It's completely inappropriate, not just for the occasion, but because of the weather. Merlynn wasn't kidding. She's going to freeze! "Ready."
Arthur twists to see his Goddess, and he might actually start drooling. Fuck, can't they skip the movie?! How is he supposed to resist that all night?! Just a few hours, Arthur. After the movies you both can teleport direct to your bed. You can withstand that long, can't you? You're not an animal. Of course he's not. Besides, you already know you have plans for later that will sustain you until you both return. You'll be fine. "Ready."
--
Elena's perusing her incoming texts when she spots one from her roommate. "They're almost here!" She waits until the rest of the group files in. "So, I was thinking..." The blonde ensures she has the clan's attention before continuing. "We all know in Arthur's stupid quest for honor, he'll have her wearing something ridiculous. Well, I figured we could subtly show her our support by not looking... keep our focus neck up." The blonde eyes the other legends already situated in their assigned seating, all gesturing their agreement.
"I also think only Lance or I, or you or Gwaine should leave at one time. One of each couple should always be saving our spot."
"Agreed. Princess isn't taking mine. That's for damn sure."
"I see them! Everyone get in position. Only Morgana's and mine spots can still be empty, then they'll immediately head for the sofa. Mith, make sure Merlynn sits next to you." Leon double-checks the room. "Are we all ready? It's time. Put on your game faces, people."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It was decided earlier that the prince's sister should answer the door. One, as a royal she's likely the better actress of the rest of the group. Two, being reminded family is present might wane his sex drive some. And three, despite their recent estrangement, Arthur still is the closest with Morgana, and if anyone can reach him, it's her. All part of the evening's psychological manipulation for which the princess is a master. "Brother."
"Morgana."
She steps aside allowing the final couple to enter the small, student flat. "Come on in. Here, I can take your coats." The boys don't have a place to hang winter parkas, so Morgana has to take them to a bedroom with the others. She doesn't want Arthur to even see a bedroom, let alone take his girlfriend to one.
Both soulmates pass off their outer gear to his sister. Arthur takes it as an opportunity to show his gratitude for his earlier package. "Thanks for the new vial, sis. You're learning," he says just loud enough for only the priestess to hear, while he squeezes her arm and gives her a wink before joining his Goddess.
Vial? What vial? She didn't send him a vial... Nimueh. She almost grits her teeth, but knows she can't give herself away. Bugger, what did that old crone do? "Hello Merlynn." Focus. She smiles warmly to the raven and ensures her gaze is eye to eye. The princess isn't positive Merlynn notices, but she will soon. The witch's coat is an overlarge trench, which confirms it is highly likely she's wearing something completely unsuitable. "Go in and have a seat, you two. We're all waiting to start the movie. Can I get you a drink? Arthur, we have your favorite wine, and Merlynn, we have sparkling grape juice for you."
"Yeah, I think I'll have some. What about you?"
"Uh, no thank you. That was very thoughtful, though. I'll probably have some later."
"It's not a problem. Arthur, I'll bring you yours..." and maybe a sedative. "...as soon as I take care of these," she says motioning to the bulky winter wear in her arms.
"Thanks." The couple enters the living room and Arthur sees all the space on the floor is taken. Disappointed, he finds the last comfortable seating available is on the couch, just barely enough room for two people. Well, he's nothing if not resourceful.
When they enter the room and are exchanging proper greetings, Merlynn realizes no one is even glancing at the whore's costume the prince has her dressed in, and it warms her heart they would be so considerate. Not even curious peeks. Being surrounded by all these fabulous people makes sitting next to the man next to her almost bearable.
Now, time for step one. "Uh, as you all can see, my queen here is cold. Do you have an extra blanket?"
No one is fooled by the cocky bastard's intentions.
"Uh... actually, all the blankets we have are being used for the people resigned to the floor. You know, to make it more comfortable." Quick thinking, Perce.
"Oh, that's no problem." He anticipated this as a possibility. The prince makes his way down the corridor with the loo and bedrooms.
"Arthur, what are you doing? We don't want anyone back there."
"It's not that big of a deal, Elyan." A moment later the royal is reentering the living room holding the fun loving knight's duvet.
"Arthur!"
"Don't worry. At the end of the night my angel can fix your bed good as new. And you don't exactly make your bed, El. I think Merlynn being comfortable should take precedence, don't you?"
"It was still rude, Arthur. You're a guest."
"None of your business, sis." Arthur makes his way over to the couch.
Merlynn isn't stupid. She knows what laying under a blanket means. Privacy. "Arthur, it's really not nece..."
"Nonsense."
"You're absolutely right, Arthur. Merlynn must be freezing." Mithian snatches the blanket from the future king's hand, and wraps it around Merlynn like a burrito.
The rest of the group has to hide their reactions at the clever solicitor and the dumbfounded prince.
"There you go. Nice and tight. Feel warmer, love?"
"Uh, yes. Yes thank you." Merlynn's appreciation is two-fold.
"Wonderful." Mithian discreetly winks to their resident deity. "Now. Let's start the movie, eh."
"Certainly. Chris Pratt coming up."
Nobody misses the sulking future king and have to restrain their laughter.
"Chris Pratt? What are we watching?"
Elyan searches for the remote to start the movie. "Guardians of the Galaxy Part One and Two. Morgana said you haven't seen them, and it's in the Marvel Universe." Aha... under the coffee table. "They're space Avengers, so we thought both of you would like it."
The Goddess' face brightens at the selection. "Thank you. I love this genre of films, and I haven't seen any in space yet." She might actually have fun this evening.
"Well, that's a thumbs up from her. How 'bout one from him?"
Arthur motions to Elyan to click play, still pouting like a petulant child.
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The movie is good. It turns out the founding couple aren't the only ones who haven't seen it, and all of them have their favorite characters. Merlynn's is Groot, and it quickly becomes clear 'I am Groot' is going to be the raven's new catch phrase. Another positive is that Arthur actually is keeping his hands to himself (not that he could try anything anyway with the witch swaddled like a mummy) and genuinely likes the movie, which means their friend for once can relax and enjoy herself. He's also been hitting the wine hard. There are no effects yet, but everyone knows they're coming. The plan is working and confident, honest smiles abound as they all refresh their drinks and snacks before playing the next film.
"All right. I think since you other couples had the floor the first movie, Merlynn and I should get a turn." It's only fair.
Elena knows the prince's designs for the evening, and she isn't having it. "Arthur, I'm sorry, but I haven't been feeling well. I need to be laying down." She wasn't going to leave anything to chance and already had an excuse prepared.
Unfortunately, her old roommate didn't. Think Gwen. "And uh... uh... Lance is sleeping!"
It takes only a split second for the noble knight to realize he's been assigned a role and promptly 'falls asleep' to fill it.
"Yes, he uh... he's been working so hard lately. I really don't want to wake him."
The royal grits his teeth, annoyed at once again being cock blocked. Fine then. Come on, Arthur. You can certainly think of another solution. And while staring at his queen he finds it. "Okaay, but I'm getting cold myself. Merlynn, you and I can share your blanket." He has to bridle a smirk before it escapes.
"But then she'll be cold, again." Sefa, you can do better than that.
"No she won't. Ever hear of body heat? She'd actually be warmer closer to me." Ha! No one can stop him now.
What can they say? He's right. They're scrambling for ideas.
"If you're cold, Arthur, you can use my duvet." It's weak, but hey, A for effort.
Nice try, but his is better. "Why do that when we have a perfectly good blanket here?" Arthur retrieves the cover Merlynn was using from the couch. "Come sit down, love."
Merlynn's apprehensive to do so but complies anyway. What else can she do? The group all eye her either with pity or worry.
Arthur then nestles into his girlfriend taking the seat next to her. This time the blanket is wrapped tightly around the both of them, making a burrito for two. "There. Comfortable sweetheart? Cozy?"
Comfortable? Not on your life. But she can't say that, so she gives a tight nod instead.
"Well, we're ready. You can start the movie whenever."
The group all glance between each other wondering if there is anything they can do.
The princess glimpses the capsule Mithian placed on the windowsill and drops it into the red spirit. "Another glass of wine, brother dear?" Come on, Arthur, take the bait.
"No thank you."
Damn. Of course not. He has his girl right where he wants her. Morgana's been watching her brother closely all evening and has known it was only a matter of time. So far the future king's been pretty tame and not at all what she would have expected from a new dose of Nimueh's potion. For sure the ancient priestess laced that vial with more than the usual if their last meeting was any indication. She was clearly desperate and semi crazed. There's no telling what the bitch added or altered. They have one last hope. "What about you, Merlynn?"
"Oh yes, I would..."
"She doesn't want any, either." He's not unwrapping them, and if she's drinking they can't be shielded from prying eyes.
Merlynn looks at the prince next to her. If she had any doubts about his motives before, they have now been clarified. There is only one reason why he'd be so insistent, and it makes her shudder in dread.
"Arthur, I think she can speak for herself." Her sister mage is smiling pitifully, appreciating Morgana's efforts.
"Of course she can." The blonde painfully squeezes his angel's side steering her to the right response.
"Ouch!" Goddess, message received, master. She glances at Arthur, then returns her focus to the high priestess. "No thank you."
The princess narrows her sharp eyes to her brother, confirmation he has full intentions on trying something during the movie. A quick scan around the room reveals she isn't the only one making that deduction.
The group silently vows to protect their witch and pray.
Reluctantly, Elyan starts Guardians of the Galaxy 2. Things go well for a while. Arthur's still behaving himself according to the smile on Merlynn's face, so they might actually get through this night with no incident.
Or not.
Arthur can't resist anymore. His Goddess is beautiful, with her infectious smile and adorable laughter. The way her eyes crinkle and dimples that form with her more delighted expressions. Who is he that this heavenly creature was created for him? He has to touch.
Arthur's rested his hand over her knee the whole movie so far, which is acceptable considering what she was expecting. Just as she's beginning to relax in her assumption that's the limit for the evening Merlynn feels his hand slide north. She tries to peel the appendage from her thigh before he reaches her sex, but he tightens his grip. "Arthur, please don't. Not here," she whispers.
"No one can see, Merlynn. If you don't cause a scene, they will never know."
"Arthur, please..." Merlynn's not above begging. "I don't want to." She makes another attempt to remove his hand to no avail.
He leans over, lips directly over the flesh of her ear. "Do not refuse me, Merlynn." He's been waiting all evening for this. She's lucky he hasn't started earlier.
It's a warning. The tone implies it, and she's not foolish enough to test it. The threat loosely given makes it extra foreboding as it could be anything. Surrender is her only option, so she stops fighting. Let the molestation begin. He promptly returns to the heat between her legs. Somehow he finds that exact spot, even through the leather. Goddess, that's why he didn't want her wearing knickers! He's planned everything, even down to the garment's seams! One is running through the center of her folds and has direct contact with the sensitive bead at the top. And he knows exactly where to apply the pressure.
By her squirming, he can tell he's found her clit. He continues to brush his finger back and forth over the thin faux hide, which he chose specifically so as not to diminish any of the sensation. The constant light compression over the bundle of nerves has her trembling. Fuck, he wants her to come. Right here. Right here beneath everyone's noses he wants to soak her short trousers with her own juices. That is so hot.
Merlynn is trying not to cry. She doesn't want anyone to know, but she knows what Arthur is wanting and she really doesn't want it to happen in a room full of their friends. But Merlynn can't stop a tear from falling when she feels his other hand slipping under the hem of her shirt.
During a particularly funny scene Gwen realizes she hasn't heard her friend's laughter for a while, so she twists her head around and instantly notices Merlynn's distress. She has to do something, and an idea pops into her head. "Elyan, why don't you pause the movie, and Merlynn and I will run to the corner market and pick us up some sweets, eh?"
That catches the group's attention, and by the witch's glistening face, they recognize exactly what is happening.
"Uh yeah, sure." The fun loving knight stops the film.
"You can take someone else, can't you, Gwen? Merlynn's... occupied." He smirks unashamed. No way is he letting his girl go. He knows she's close, and he hasn't started working the other breast yet.
"Arthur, come on bruv. Leave her alone."
"Mind your own business, Lance." Arthur isn't stopping. She's almost there.
Goddess, she's going to orgasm in front of all their friends. She appreciates people wanting to help her, but Merlynn really wishes they would all turn around and go back to watching the movie.
"Arthur, stop it, now! You're better than this."
"Shut up, Morgana."
"Arthur, she doesn't like it!"
"You too, Leon. You like it, don't you, baby?"
Merlynn is so embarrassed, evidenced by her crimson cheeks. All eyes are on her and she has to answer Arthur's question. She can't speak or she's going to break, so she only nods, but can't stop the few drops that escape her eyes.
"There, see. Now go back to the movie."
"She's crying, you fucking git. You'd have to be a right tosser not to see she hates it."
That does it. Arthur stops his ministrations. "Shut the fuck up, Gwaine."
"Make me, princess. It's about time somebody stood up to you." The duke bounds to his feet to face the royal.
Arthur matches him step by step until they're in a face off.
"No! Gwaine, don't! Remember last time." Elena has to calm her boyfriend for Merlynn's sake. If it weren't for her she'd let him pummel the shit out of prince arse.
All the legends have risen from their seats.
"What I do with my girlfriend is none of your business."
"It is when your girlfriend is a friend of mine that you're forcing yourself on, you son of a bitch!"
"Oh really? Well, let's let her decide. Merlynn, am I assaulting you?"
With tears streaming down her face, Merlynn just wags her head, keeping her chin to her chest.
"See."
"Oh come on, now. Do you think we were all born yesterday? That was a coerced response if I ever saw one. Just admit it, Arthur. Your whole 'romance' with your soulmate is nothing but you raping her every chance you get. Nothing consensual. She doesn't love you! She despises you! You've destroyed her and you don't even care, you bloody motherfucker!"
That's when Arthur snaps and takes a swing at the rogue, who dodges it easily. The prince is clearly mad and his moves are sloppy.
"Arthur!" Merlynn tries to pull the blonde away, while others are holding Gwaine. "Arthur, calm down." She cups his cheek and rubs the back of his neck, trying to settle his racing heart.
Morgana can see the crazed look in her brother's eyes. This isn't him. This behavior is the 4-mora. And things are about to get a lot worse. She has to get him out of here, but Percival beats her to it.
"Arthur, I think you should leave."
"You're kicking me out?"
"This is our flat." He gestures to the youngest knight. "I'm asking you to leave."
Arthur scans the room and sees everyone agrees. Fine. He knows when he's not wanted. "Whatever. Merlynn, let's go." He grabs her hand and starts tugging her to the door. But he finds himself blocked by a giant.
"No Arthur. You go. Merlynn can stay."
Goddess, what is Percival doing? This is just going to make him angrier. "It's all right, Perce. I'll go with him." She tries to head to the back room to retrieve their coats, when suddenly she's pushed behind the prince's back.
"You would like that wouldn't you, Percival? Me leaving my girlfriend with you. What do you expect there, Perce? You think she's going to curl up next to you while you comfort her? Protect her from her big, bad boyfriend?"
"Arthur, I can't even touch her! What are you talking about?"
"You think I don't know? You think I don't know how you're gagging to be between MY queen's legs? How cheesed off you are I got there first?"
"You got there by holding her down and forcing yourself between them, you bloody wanker! Anyone can do that. It takes someone special to be chosen. Hate to break it to you, mate. She never chose you!"
"Why you!" Arthur swings at the giant, and he connects, the crack echoing throughout the flat.
On instinct, the gentle giant is about to swing back before he's flying into the wall across the room.
"Percival!" Goddess, what did she just do?!
The group splits, some checking on the giant, others scavenging for aid materials in the kitchen and bathroom.
Merlynn rounds Arthur and falls at the giant's side. "Percival, I'm so sorry!" The guilt she feels at hurting this kind, gentle man defending the monster brings on a fresh set of tears.
"What are you apologizing for? He swung at me!"
"He swung at you because you hit him first, Arthur!" Elena is trying to revive the knight, who seems to be coming to.
"Mer... Mer... Merlynn?"
"I'm here, Perce. I'm here. I'm so sorry!" she sobs.
Arthur is fuming at the tenderness between the giant and HIS soulmate.
"Not... your fault." He smiles softly.
Morgana can see her brother is about to go apoplectic, and she doesn't know how to stop it. The obvious affection between the Goddess and knight is sending him over the edge. "Arthur?"
"Hold on, let me assess the damage." Merlynn raises her hands over the knight to scan for broken bones or internal bleeding.
Arthur's eyes widen as HIS girlfriend, no, HIS soulmate starts running her hand over the injured's body, not realizing her hands are actually several centimeters off and not actually touching. He grapples her wrist and wrenches her on to her feet.
"Arthur, I need to scan him!"
"Leave her alone, Arthur!" Percival calls from his back on the floor.
Is it the constant comments saying she doesn't love him? Or the ones saying she's only there through force? Or maybe the physical altercations first between the rogue and the gentle giant? Maybe it's the stress of the situation or the adrenaline pumping. Or is it the clear fondness his raven beauty is currently bestowing his friend, which is equally returned? It doesn't matter.
He can't take anymore, and the volcano that is the prince's fury finally erupts.
Quick reminder: She's still in the timeline. Prepare yourself.