Sep 22, 2019
“Please, Merlin,” he says, letting himself sound as vulnerable and earnest as he feels in this moment. “I need you to do this for me.” When it looks like Merlin is about to crumble, Arthur adds “I trust you,” and that does it. “Fine, fine, you manipulative bastard.” Merlin grabs both of their bowls, even though Arthur still had quite a few bites of cereal left, and brings them over to the sink. “You’re an insufferable and entitled prat, but fine.”
lights go out, here I go again by HalfFizzbin
