Speed Racer Fic - Operation: Camelot chap. 5
Title: Operation: Camelot! Part 5
Characters/Pairings: Team Fangirl, Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG (for now...)
Warnings: Crack, fangirl invasions, far too much squee to be healthy etc.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! I have on excuse except general business. Hope it distracts you sufficiently Muunin! And, of course, beta'd by the ever suffering Alichay!
Ezzy fluttered at Arthur as he escorted her to see his father, gazing into his eyes in awe, was it possible Speed had a rival on the pretty eyes front? Arthur, frowning at the sudden end to the ceaseless gushing from the princess, decided to put the change down to her nerves starting to calm from the wolf debacle. Ladies were not used to such action (back in Gauis’ room Muunin stiffened, feeling an insult to her honour).
Arriving at the door to the main hall, Arthur proceeded inwards to announce their sudden visitors, leaving the fangirls to their own devices for a few moments.
“Are you going to be alright?” Enquired Bitten, worried by her friends sudden change in manner. The fact that she was about to go up against a tyrant from the Dark Ages (literally) didn’t help either.
Ezzy looked up, surprised; “Oh yes” she answered blithely, “it’s not Uther I’m worried about.” And with this cryptic comment she went back to fiddling with her skirts.
Alichay chuckled, “Worried Bitt? Don’t be; daddy’s little princess over here will have the big bad King wrapped around her finger within a few minutes.”
Then, the doors opened.
What proceeded was one of the greatest displays of feminine manipulation in history; with much gushing, fluttering, blushing, demurring, wobbling of bottom lips and just a little bit of squeeing.
“So, we have several rooms to lodge in long enough to be able to see an upcoming tournament-“
Ah, thought Bitt, so that was what Ezzy had been squeeing about.
“And freedom to explore Camelot, within reason.”
“As if you would have wanted to leave the castle!” snorted Alichay, “just think; the chance to swoop around Camelot castle in princess dresses for days, who could imagine anything better?”
“Yes” sighed Ezzy dreamily, either missing or ignoring the sarcasm thrown at her.
Bitt observed their behaviour with amusement, before cutting in;
“As much as I’d like to stay with you two, I’d better report the good news back to Muunin. Besides, I think someone’s coming to escort you to your chamber.”
“Oh yes, you’d better let her know I haven’t got us all killed!” chirped Ezzy cheerily, “Anyhow, Alichay and I have another meeting to make…”
Back in Gauis’ Rooms
“I take it from the fact that you aren’t running in here being pursued by guards that the meeting went well?” Asked Muunin dryly, “Or that Ezzy’s display of squee hasn’t killed your brain?”
“Yes on both accounts” replied Bitt, sitting down next to her comrade, “though it was close; you missed quite a display on Ezzy’s part.”
“I can imagine.”
Somewhere Else
Ezzy stopped her climb of the turret when she spotted the hem of a deep burgundy dress.
“Hello Morgana, let’s talk.”