Merlin goes to his favorite lake for his afternoon off, but someone interrupts him and he ends up having a great time.
This popped into my head once I saw the prompt. Enjoy! :)
Merlin sighed happily as the lake came into view. It wasn’t often Arthur gave him the afternoon off and he planned to make the most of his master’s temporary insanity.
This particular piece of shore was familiar. He’d rescued Arthur from the Sidhe and buried Freya here. Sometimes when he came, Freya would rise from the lake and chat with him.
She couldn’t leave the lake, but they had had several meaningful conversations despite that. He spread out the blanket he’d brought in front of his favorite tree and sat, leaning against it.
He must have dozed off because he woke to the sound of footsteps coming toward him from the forest. His body tensed and he pulled his magic to the surface, just in case.
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