Somehow, every time Merlin pictured finding Arthur, he'd pictured him either rising from the lake or finding him as a grown man.
He had not expected to meet a five year old Arthur at the clinic where he worked.
Obviously, he'd never seen Arthur at such a young age before, but one look at those eyes and there could be no doubt; this was Arthur.
Merlin did what anyone would do. He found out which expensive private school Arthur went to, quit his job at the clinic, and used a bit of magic to get hired as Arthur's kindergarten teacher.
One day in, faced with a horde of twenty screaming children, he thought he might have made a mistake.
A month in, when a lonely Arthur told his teacher about the dreams his father had dismissed and smiled like Merlin was the sun itself when he listened, Merlin knew it was the best idea he'd ever had.
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Merlin Headcanons
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