Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Summary: It was Christmas and Arthur was an idiot and an arse. Now, standing outside the National in the icy drizzle that constituted London’s best shot at a White Christmas, Arthur was facing a simple truth, a closed door, and a mountain of a security guard, wet and grumpy in equal measure, stoically guarding said closed door.
“Mate,” the guard finally said, “don’t even think about it.”
Warnings: some light angst
Word Count: 4.953
Author's Notes: I hope you'll enjoy my little story - there is slipping and baking and pining and winter and fluff! There's also a little bit of angst, I hope you don't mind, but there's also a happy ending and fluff to make up for it. Beta'ed by the wonderful MalMuses.
Disclaimer: Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17113028