Title: Merlin & Arthur, pluss one. (Mpreg 28/28)
Rating: PG-17 (cause of some sexy times)
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin, Gwaine/Morgana
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Mordred, Mentioned: Gwaine, Uther
Summary: Gathering of loose ends and the ending we've been waiting for. Oh, and Arthur finally get laid.
Warnings: mpreg, some sex.
Word Count: ~1025
Author's Notes: Aaaaand we're done! \o/ Still no beta.
One:But I don’t know any lullabies
Two:Moving on without you 1/2
Three:Moving on without you 2/2
Five:While you slept
Nine: Restless sleeper
Eleven: Nearly normal
Tweleve: All that haunts us
Thirteen: Bucket, oh bucket
Fourteen:Hello little one
Nineteen: Happy thoughts
Twenty: Don’t worry about a thing
Twenty-one: Midnight talk
Twenty-two: An unlikely ally
Twenty-three: Gwaine and Apples
Twenty-four: Sing me a song
Twenty-six: The more, the merrier
Twenty-seven: Arthur Pendragon makes a decision
Their clothes mark their path from the sofa to the bedroom. Merlin kicks away the duvet and all things cluttering the bed until there is just Arthur and him on a blank canvas. They make love on the bed with the lights on, because they have never done that. Everything is so blissfully normal until Merlin catches Arthur blinking against the ceiling light. The roof light is promptly killed. Glowing, floating orbs pops into existence and fills the room with their sun-kissed warmth.
Arthur shivers with want as he stares into Merlin’s golden eyes. He will never grow tired of those eyes. There’s a moment of pure love and togetherness, then Merlin gives a devious smile and his lips travel down to that special spot on Arthur’s neck. Arthur moans loudly and digs his fingers deep into Merlin’s skin. Merlin’s fingertips leave a tingling trail in their wake, until there is barely any skin left without the soft, lingering ghost of Merlin’s kiss and caress. Arthur knows Merlin’s going to make him scream. He has learned all the places to touch and memorized them for a time when they didn’t have to hold back. The whole building will hear him, they will all know Merlin is the one who made him scream. Shame and lust rush through him and he buckles up into Merlin’s hand.
At last the first digit gently push inside and goes deep. This they have done before. Pressed against the tiles of the bathroom in Arthur’s hospital room under a hot stream of water. But they haven’t gone beyond fingering since that one time- well, technically two times – in the dark that day Merlin was leaving. He feels strangely virginal when he thinks about it. Maybe he can’t handle it. He’s a nauseous, weakened blubber of a man. But he can and he will and he does. Merlin whispers love and promises into his skin and lips, breathes them into him. Neither of them are as loud as in Arthur’s fantasies, but it is better this way. All those nosy bastards have nothing to do with this, they don’t matter, fuck them all. This is all about Merlin and Arthur. Merlin & Arthur. Always, always, always.
A while later, wrapped close in each other’s arms, Arthur realizes he fell asleep like some awful drunk date or something, and warns that he’s about to get sick. Merlin jumps up, not wasting a moment. Bucket. Warm, wet wash cloth, water to rinse his mouth.
Arthur is lightheaded, his throat burns and tears sting his eyes. He tries not to look at what he had hurled up, but the bucket itself was hard to ignore.
“Pinky?” He blabbers in between heaving.
Merlin chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’s Pinky.”
Merlin had summed Pinky the wash bucket for duty once more, the silly sentimental idiot. This time they kept it. Sentimental idiots the both of them. They stay in bed together
As the big day approaches, Merlin buys a house. Or Arthur’s money buys a house, but to Arthur it’s their money. It will be official when they get married. They agree to wait until their baby is born and all people can be properly convinced that Arthur is fine and Merlin is not an evil sorcerer. Also, Arthur wants to look healthy on their wedding day. Merlin says they’ll be students with a baby, so they will both be pale wrecks anyway. Arthur whacks Merlin over the head with the application forms.
Uther causes a commotion when he backs a known magic opposer as Mayor, saying it is because of his views on education. Morgana is furious, Arthur is furious and disappointed, and once again it is arguing that unites the Pendragons. It's not obvious at first, because Uther rarely acts obvious.
But Merlin starts to see that Uther’s time schedule has changed. He looks further ahead than nurseries and daycare. More money for educations means new teachers with new ideas and perhaps a more open minded generation. Uther wants them to come home. Arthur huffs at Merlin’s overly positive thinking, but there is less heat in his voice the next time they speak.
Merlin runs into Mordred outside Gaius’ office. Mordred holds a bunch of papers in his hand. He looks a bit weary, but facing Gaius' judgement could do that to anyone. They just stand there awkwardly for a while.
“You’re back?” Merlin finally utters.
“I’m on probation. And on permanent leach tank duty.”
He looks very sad.
Things are still a bit awkward as they walk to lecture together. Merlin throws his arm around Mordred’s shoulders.
“You know, Mordred, it is quite normal for the older child to be a bit jealous of a new baby.”
“But,” Merlin continues. “That doesn’t mean you can run away like that and make us all worry.”
Mordred rolls his eyes, his face cracking up in smile. “Merlin, you are mental.”
“You are family, don’t forget that. I missed you.”
“I’m a little too old to be adopted now.”
“You are never too old. I told Morgana just the other day; big kids need families too.”
Mordred gives a sad smile. “Yeah, they do.”
Mordred leans a little bit into the embrace. Just a little bit.
Merlin lets go of him as they came closer to the auditorium. No need to feed the school gossip even further.
“Cara is gone for good, right?”
“Long gone. Like, California gone.”
“Was for the best I guess. You know, she hadn't even heard of Unix! ”
“Unforgivable. What's Unix, again?”
“Oh ha ha ha.”
Jamie Hunter Pendragon Emrys was born by caesarean with no unforeseen complications. The prettiest baby you ever did see. Uther seemed to grow 10 years younger over night. Having Pendragon as just a middle name was a bit hard to swallow, and he wasn'y entirely sold on Jamie either. But Hunter... Uther wasn't a difficult man, he could compromise.
Gwaine regained his status as least favourite son-in-law and was quite happy with that. This was also the year when Uther Pendragon used all his vacation days.
The company survived.