When Arthur had suggested they take some time off from work and go on a holiday together he figured they'd spend two weeks in the Virgin Islands getting a tan, enjoying the beaches and putting their hotel room to good use. Merlin had been ecstatic and Arthur thoroughly congratulated himself for being such a good boyfriend. He should've known the idiot that is Merlin would find a way to make Arthur want to hide his passport on a regular basis so he can't return to England.
Turns out Merlin suffers from a wanderlust that could not be quenched by just seeing the Iguazu Falls, or visiting the Riviera Maya, or by horse riding in Boracay. Arthur's pockets are full with currency he won't be able to use again. He must be mental for following him. As it turns out his feelings for Merlin didn't change a bit after crossing the Atlantic.
And here he is six months down the line back in familiar soil watching Merlin hold a tiny bundle between his arms, a huge smile on his face as if he's discovered the meaning of life.
"Arth-" he begins but Arthur stops him, his palm raised.
"No, I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. This isn't like you bringing another stray cat home. This is a--" he stops, considers his words, his sigh is so heavy and loud he's sure every visitor at Tintagel is aware of his predicament.
Merlin eyes are dangerous slits. He's ready to fight Arthur on this. "Don't be daft, Arthur. It's a baby. Say it, ba-by. You'd think we're talking about a bomb."
"Might as well be. You want to keep the baby," Arthur says folding his arms. Finding a baby among the caves and waterfalls of a Cornish Town wasn't in his plans. "I don't even understand how he ended up here." He looks over at the ruins of what once was a formidable castle, the cliff's edge is close to where they're standing.
"It's magic Arthur. I can feel it. He feels safe with me. With us."
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Date: 2017-01-24 07:24 am (UTC)When Arthur had suggested they take some time off from work and go on a holiday together he figured they'd spend two weeks in the Virgin Islands getting a tan, enjoying the beaches and putting their hotel room to good use. Merlin had been ecstatic and Arthur thoroughly congratulated himself for being such a good boyfriend. He should've known the idiot that is Merlin would find a way to make Arthur want to hide his passport on a regular basis so he can't return to England.
Turns out Merlin suffers from a wanderlust that could not be quenched by just seeing the Iguazu Falls, or visiting the Riviera Maya, or by horse riding in Boracay. Arthur's pockets are full with currency he won't be able to use again. He must be mental for following him. As it turns out his feelings for Merlin didn't change a bit after crossing the Atlantic.
And here he is six months down the line back in familiar soil watching Merlin hold a tiny bundle between his arms, a huge smile on his face as if he's discovered the meaning of life.
"Arth-" he begins but Arthur stops him, his palm raised.
"No, I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. This isn't like you bringing another stray cat home. This is a--" he stops, considers his words, his sigh is so heavy and loud he's sure every visitor at Tintagel is aware of his predicament.
Merlin eyes are dangerous slits. He's ready to fight Arthur on this. "Don't be daft, Arthur. It's a baby. Say it, ba-by. You'd think we're talking about a bomb."
"Might as well be. You want to keep the baby," Arthur says folding his arms. Finding a baby among the caves and waterfalls of a Cornish Town wasn't in his plans. "I don't even understand how he ended up here." He looks over at the ruins of what once was a formidable castle, the cliff's edge is close to where they're standing.
"It's magic Arthur. I can feel it. He feels safe with me. With us."
(Yes, I kinda wan to write this nooow)