Kink Me! #31
Kink Me! #31
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If there were any sort of justice in the world, that would have been the end of it, but all of Merlin's Pendragon experiences thus far have taught him better than to cling to such a fragile hope by now.
Which is why it almost - almost - manages not to surprise him when a woman who looks like a supermodel strolls up to the counter out of nowhere the next day and announces with a frightening smirk, "So, this is the mighty Merlin."
Merlin groans. "I take it that would make you Morgana, then? Fabulous. Would you like to wait five minutes until my shift ends, or humiliate me publicly right here at the counter?"
Morgana actually laughs at that. "I can wait," she says graciously.
"Excellent," says Merlin wearily. "And what can I get you to drink while you wait?"
Morgana only laughs again. "I can already tell I'm going to like you, Merlin."
She strolls off without bothering to order a drink, taking the attention of most of the coffeehouse with her, and settles herself at a corner table with all the dignity of a queen overlooking her court.
"Just go," says Gwen, amused. "I can cover your last five minutes."
Merlin sighs. "That offer would sound a lot more generous if you weren't tossing me to the lion's den in the process."
"Go," says Gwen, and Merlin goes.
Morgana watches him approach, mouth curled up in a smirk that would have intimidated Merlin a lot more if he'd seen it before spending three and a half months squaring off against the demon that spawned it.
"So, this is the face that launched a thousand broken hearts," she says, almost warmly. "Or at least two of them. They're pining, you know, the pair of them. It's ridiculous, and sort of precious."
Merlin rolls his eyes, dropping into the seat across the table and leveling her with a look. "Seriously, what is it with your family and stalking me at my workplace? Do you people not understand about phones? Or email? I would not turn away a carrier pigeon, if that's your thing."
"The thing you need to understand about Uther Pendragon," she says, apparently having an entirely different conversation and unwilling to be swayed from it, "is that the fact that he arranged that first meeting with you is a mark of how much he really does love his son."
"I know that," says Merlin.
"And the fact that he continued to seek you out after that is a mark of how much he likes you."
Merlin snorts.
"I'm serious," says Morgana. "Uther is terrible with emotions, he's genuinely stunted in some way. It's actually sort of sad. His determination to see you and Arthur married off would almost be sweet if he weren't being such a nightmare about it, but - that's just it, you see. This is how Uther does fatherly affection."
"I get that, I really do, but I'm still not a gift he gets to give to his son."
Morgana laughs. "Not fatherly affection for Arthur. Or - well, not just Arthur. I was talking about you. Uther doesn't have any frame of reference for relationship classifications like, 'he's like a son to me.' That's...it's strictly emotional, it's too tenuous, that isn't something he can be comfortable with. 'Son-in-law' is much firmer footing, you see. You're really one of the family then. He can throw money at you and make you come to Sunday dinner and that...that's a relationship he can understand. That's all very clear-cut, with roles and expectations and where everything makes sense."
"I'm not like a son to Uther, though," Merlin says blankly. "He barely knows me. He doesn't even like me - at first, he thought I was, like, a human STD I think, and I'm still not convinced he doesn't look at me and see a walking, talking gay cootie. He disapproves of literally everything about me, from my sexuality to where I work to the way I dress and what I eat. And it's mutual! He drives me insane, I can barely stand to look at him sometimes. He's a bigot. And he's rude, and he's high-handed, and he expects everyone to just drop everything whenever he waves a hand - "
-cont'd-
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