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and Merlin is watching with open amusement as Uther
attempts to force down a chip butty without actually allowing it to touch any part of his body, including
his taste buds.
"Merlin," says Gaius, very slowly. "Why is Uther Pendragon sending you flowers?"
Merlin glares. "Because he doesn't understand about Pride weekend," he grits. "I never should have
mentioned it, but he asked about holidays, like he thought we were some sort of weird religious
organisation. Look at this card: Congratulations on your homosexuality. I am proud of you."
Gaius stares at him for a long moment, and then tips back his head and laughs and laughs.
Merlin narrows his eyes. "Uther. Are you inviting me to your family lunch on Sunday, or not?"
Uther scowls. "I rather thought that was obvious," he says stiffly.
A horrible, horrible suspicion blooms in Merlin's mind. "Oh, god," he says, horrified. "We're not
dating, right? You're not - you're not gay. Right?"
"What?“ Uther looks like he's about to keel right over at the table.
"Because you know exactly two gay people in all the world," Merlin explains. "And I understand how
that translates in your head, and you think it makes perfect sense for us to pair off, but that's not actually
how that works."
"Of course that's how it works," Uther snaps. "People set their children up all the time. And Arthur is a
fine young man. You could do much worse, you know."
"The first time we met, he asked me how many STDs I have to get treated for each year," Merlin
confides to Arthur, who makes an extremely undignified sound by way of response, and bleats,
"Father!“
Uther scowls at Merlin.
If there were any sort of justice in the world, that would have been the end of it, but all of Merlin's
Pendragon experiences thus far have taught him better than to cling to such a fragile hope by now.
Which is why it almost - almost - manages not to surprise him when a woman who looks like a
supermodel strolls up to the counter out of nowhere the next day and announces with a frightening
smirk, "So, this is the mighty Merlin."
"So, this is the face that launched a thousand broken hearts," she says, almost warmly. "Or at least two
of them. They're pining, you know, the pair of them. It's ridiculous, and sort of precious."
and Merlin is watching with open amusement as Uther
attempts to force down a chip butty without actually allowing it to touch any part of his body, including
his taste buds.
"Merlin," says Gaius, very slowly. "Why is Uther Pendragon sending you flowers?"
Merlin glares. "Because he doesn't understand about Pride weekend," he grits. "I never should have
mentioned it, but he asked about holidays, like he thought we were some sort of weird religious
organisation. Look at this card: Congratulations on your homosexuality. I am proud of you."
Gaius stares at him for a long moment, and then tips back his head and laughs and laughs.
Merlin narrows his eyes. "Uther. Are you inviting me to your family lunch on Sunday, or not?"
Uther scowls. "I rather thought that was obvious," he says stiffly.
A horrible, horrible suspicion blooms in Merlin's mind. "Oh, god," he says, horrified. "We're not
dating, right? You're not - you're not gay. Right?"
"What?“ Uther looks like he's about to keel right over at the table.
"Because you know exactly two gay people in all the world," Merlin explains. "And I understand how
that translates in your head, and you think it makes perfect sense for us to pair off, but that's not actually
how that works."
"Of course that's how it works," Uther snaps. "People set their children up all the time. And Arthur is a
fine young man. You could do much worse, you know."
"The first time we met, he asked me how many STDs I have to get treated for each year," Merlin
confides to Arthur, who makes an extremely undignified sound by way of response, and bleats,
"Father!“
Uther scowls at Merlin.
If there were any sort of justice in the world, that would have been the end of it, but all of Merlin's
Pendragon experiences thus far have taught him better than to cling to such a fragile hope by now.
Which is why it almost - almost - manages not to surprise him when a woman who looks like a
supermodel strolls up to the counter out of nowhere the next day and announces with a frightening
smirk, "So, this is the mighty Merlin."
"So, this is the face that launched a thousand broken hearts," she says, almost warmly. "Or at least two
of them. They're pining, you know, the pair of them. It's ridiculous, and sort of precious."
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