MERLIN (4.01)

Does she know we’re still here? Child, can you see us anymore? We’ve been waiting so long for a favor, Anything for sweet relief, And it’s been so long, we keep dying.

A quick thing for The Indigo Child art contest! The Dear Hunter is a wonderful band you all should check out!

yesssss love that idea :) thank you!! have some domestic bliss.

context: yannick is my OC and Luca's boyfriend in my tdh series :)

send me prompts for all the non-hollanov gc couples, let's show them some love!! (hollanov prompts are welcome too, I'll just get to them later.)

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Yannick was still asleep when Luca returned from his run through Central Park. He was tangled up in the sheets, starfished on the bed, hair a mess. The cats were curled up in bed with him, Sassy snuggled into the crook of his arm, Mo stretched out on his back all along Yannick's leg. Luca fondly watched them sleep for a moment before gently closing the bedroom door to wake them up. The cats stirred, Sassy meowing unhappily about being disturbed, and Yannick stretched in his sleep, slowly blinking his eyes open.

"Good morning," Luca smiled, holding up a to-go cup from Yannick's favorite café. "Got you something."

"G'morning captain," Yannick mumbled, a grin tugging on his lips as he looked Luca up and down, appreciating his tight workout shirt. It had the Admirals logo on it.

"I'll put this in the kitchen," Luca told him, wiggling the coffee, "There's bagels, too."

"Ugh." Yannick groaned, letting his head drop back into the pillow. For someone who was usually so disciplined, he had a very hard time to get out of bed in the mornings. The fact that Sassy was climbing onto his chest and weighing him down probably did not help, either.

Luca stepped closer to the bed and bent down, letting Mo jump onto his shoulders the way he liked doing. Their heavy cat settled in like a scarf, and started to lick the dried sweat from Luca's arm. Yannick reached out for him with an uncoordinated hand, and Luca grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Get up."

In the kitchen, Luca put the bagels on plates, and made himself his protein coffee and bone broth. A few minutes later, Yannick came trudging into the room, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Sassy was following him, meowing hopefully for food.

Luca silently slid a glass of water across the kitchen island to Yannick, who sat down and drank it, getting more awake by the second.

"How far did you run?" he asked after a while.

"5k," Luca replied, taking a sip of his coffee. "Saw four dogs, one cat and eight squirrels."

"Wow, eight?" Yannick smiled.

"Yeah. One of them was fat."

"Incredible." Yannick reached out, and pulled Luca close. Luca wrapped his arms around him, hands resting on Yannick's butt, enjoying the way Yannick softened against him.

"I'm stinky, haven't showered yet," he said.

"Don't care." Yannick squished his face into Luca's chest. "When are you leaving?"

"Eight." Luca had practice, and a sponsor meeting with adidas after. "You?"

"Eleven. I'm meeting Kip for lunch while their baby is still with the nanny, then zoom with my agent at three."

"Hmm." Luca turned his face and buried his nose in Yannick's hair. He smelled like their bed. "Tell Kip I said hi."

"I will." Yannick grabbed one of the bagels over Luca's shoulder and bit into it, then offered it to Luca, who also took a bite. "I'm sure I will hear all about how Scott is going stir-crazy in his retirement."

Luca snorted. "Shouldn't he be busy with their kid?"

Yannick shrugged. "Apparently not busy enough. Promise me you'll find yourself a hobby when you retire in ten years." He squinted at the clock above the oven (Luca refrained from commenting on the lack of glasses. He needed them, but was too vain to wear them). "What time is it?"

"Seven," Luca said through a bite of bagel. They were one of his favorite parts of living in New York.

Yannick gave him a meaningful little grin. "I also haven't showered yet."

"Oh, you're just putting that out there?" Luca grinned, squeezing Yannick's hip.

"Yes, just casually putting it out there."

"Well, then I'm casually putting it out there that our shower easily fits two," Luca commented, quickly finishing his coffee.

Smoke arose

On azimuth glares

Bodies brewed

In frigid winter air

Where family's sons

Are robbed beneath their feet

And hearts concede

"Ab Ovo", the angel sings

"Ad Astra", our eyes to the sea

And we thought that we had

A cause for suffering

And reason enough to die alone

Oh but...

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