Merthur Oneshots

Chain Me To Your Heart's Desire (Part 5)

All in all, it had been a pretty shitty day for Arthur.

He had overslept today, as a result of a bunch of late night meetings the day before, one that his father could have very well attended but chose to send Arthur in his stead, spilled his coffee on himself during his way to the office, and then gotten yelled at by his father for being late and showing up with a sodden shirt.

Arthur was just too tired by life to try to explain what had happened, and he had a feeling that his father would not care either way. Morgana had given him a sympathetic look, and that had been so unusual for her that he had felt a little better. The bouquet of blue hyacinths that Gwen had gotten him during her lunch break lifted his spirits enough so he could get through his work and not send glares towards his father's office every ten minutes.

It all went to hell at six o'clock. The fragile mental stability Arthur had managed to build through the day shattered when his father stormed in his office, slamming open the door and very nearly breaking the glass embedded in it.

The next half an hour was something he has had to go countless times before, and had managed to build immunity against, but it still hurt. A merger that was supposed to take place today had been postponed, something about paperwork and legal stuff, and Uther had somehow managed to convince himself that it was Arthur's fault. How, he had no idea, he had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been Morgana's work.

Once his father had left, Arthur slumped down at his desk, cursing and very nearly managing not to cry. He has had a tough week, in a tough month, and getting yelled at by his father twice in one day was enough to break him.

A knock reverberated through the room. Arthur straightened from where he was leaning slumped against the desk, and hurriedly wiped his eyes. He was just about to yell for the person to enter when the door burst open, and Morgana stalked over, a bottle of champagne in her hands and a thunderous expression on her face.

As Arthur watched, she placed the bottle on the coffee table and picked up his coat. "Get up." She demanded, stalking towards him and shoving the coat at him before walking back to the table and looking at the bottle of champagne contemplatively. Arthur looked at her, befuddled, until she whipped her head around back to him and pinned him into place with her narrowed eyes. "What are you waiting for?"

"I- Um..." Arthur stuttered, too confused by this strange turn of events and by Morgana's behaviour. "Why?"

"Because, brother dear, we are going out ."

"Where?"

"The pub, of course. Now, put that on quickly, Leon's picking us up in ten minutes."

Arthur spluttered. "Pub?! 'Gana, it's seven !"

She turned fully towards him, an eyebrow quirked. "So?"

"So?! Morgana, I have to work!"

"Not for that bastard of a father, you don't. But that's a conversation for another time. Put on that coat! I will not tell you again." Saying that, she turned back to the table, picking up the bottle and opening it. The cork popped out with a sound, and Morgana took a long swig from it before offering it to Arthur. He looked at it dubiously, before lifting his eyes to Morgana, who simply rolled hers. "It's not drugged, Arthur, you saw me open it in front of you. Besides, think of it as a warm - up."

Still distrustful, Arthur plucked the bottle from her hands and took a long sip. The taste burst on his tongue, the cold liquid slipping down his throat and calming the storm that had been brewing in his veins since that morning.

Sighing in relief, he took another swig, before putting it back on his desk. Morgana looked up from where she was tapping on her phone, and taking a glance where he had placed the bottle on his desk, she grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.