Spellbound

[ayoungboy]

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

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[ayoungboy]

"That's way too close." Merlin's expression turns soft, apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Arthur. I was tied up...but the second I realized..."

[royalpratness]

"You don't have anything to apologise for." Arthur frowns at Merlin. "You just saved my ass."

[ayoungboy]

"They almost got you!" Merlin says, hands still tight on Arthur's biceps. It's clear he's stressed.

[royalpratness]

"Hey." Arthur's tone becomes more gentle and he puts his hands on Merlin's waist, steadying him. "No, they didn't. Everything's okay, thanks to you."

[ayoungboy]

"The did. They almost - if I'd been a second later..." Merlin takes a deep breath when Arthur puts his hands on his waist. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again..."

[royalpratness]

"Merlin." Arthur gives him a stern look. "I told you, everything is fine and I don't have a single scratch on me. Now Relax."

[ayoungboy]

"Sorry I'm - sorry. God, I'm still in the bloody dress..." Merlin closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

[royalpratness]

"You are." Arthur grins, rubbing his hands over Merlin's sides. "It looks very fetching."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughs nervously, relaxing a little. "Sorry bout that."

[royalpratness]

"I don't mind. You make a good drag queen." He teases. "Do you have time for a cup of tea?" After all this is England, the country were tea solves everything.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin blushes and nods, ducking his head. "Yeah..."

[royalpratness]

"Good." Arthur smiles, pleased that Merlin is going to stay for a while. "Do you want to get changed into some of my clothes for the time being?"

[ayoungboy]

"Ah, yes please." Merlin nods, flushing as he glances down at the dress. He's still wearing the bra, too.

[royalpratness]

Arthur chuckles, taking a pair of pants and a hoodie from his closet and handing it to Merlin. "Go get changed. I'll make some tea."

[ayoungboy]

"Thank you, Arthur." Merlin nods and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. When he comes out, he's a bit engulfed in the clothes, much skinner than Arthur.

[royalpratness]

"I gotta say that dress was much more fashionable." Arthur waves Merlin to come sit down with him at the coffee table where a cup of tea is already waiting for him.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughs, bunching the fabric up in his hands. "Thank you, Arthur, really."

[royalpratness]

"Will you stop thanking me already? You were the one who just saved my life." Arthur pours some milk into his tea.

[ayoungboy]

"Yeah, but I do that all the time."

[royalpratness]

"That doesn't make it any less important. Now lean back, drink your tea and relax."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin smiles gratefully and falls silent, taking a sip.

[royalpratness]

Arthur leans back in his chair, smiling at Merlin over the rim of his tea cup.

[ayoungboy]

"And you're sure you're alright?" Merlin asks again, relaxing slowly into his seat.

[royalpratness]

"I'm fine. I told you they didn't get anywhere close to me. My knights are pretty freaked out though."

[ayoungboy]

"I can talk to them, as Mary, if you'd like?"