@merthurmicrofic | caution | 240 (ish)
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Merlin frowned. “You don’t think your dead Mum would approve of me?”
“You have a criminal record!” Arthur screeched.
“It was a caution! God, you graffiti one bus stop one time and nobody ever lets it go.”
“I think you’re omitting a crucial detail.”
“Oh, you are such a tory sometimes! For the last time, it was an expression of my political consciousness—“
“Be gay do crime? That’s the ethos of your politic?”
“Exactly! And from what I know about your Mum, that sounds right up her street.”
“Merlin,” Arthur said, in that way that made Merlin’s name into a full sentence.
“What? You can’t tell me that photo of her and your godmother is not giving girlfriends.”
Arthur sat up, outraged. “Aunt Nim did not shag my Mum! Do not put that image in my head!”
Merlin held back a laugh. He changed tactics. “She’d like me more than your Dad does, that’s for sure.”
“That’s true. I don’t think he’s ever going to get over The Incident.”
“No, well, your Dad catching us in flagrante in a disabled loo was never going to do wonders for our relationship.”
“I think Mum would have found that funny,” Arthur admitted. He settled his head back in Merlin’s lap. “I love you,” he said quietly. “You make me happy. I think that would be enough for her.”
Merlin smiled softly. “I think so too. Come on now, birthday boy, let’s go to bed.”
