I…did…but…it was a story where children’s book editor Merlin got accidentally knocked up by his flakey boyfriend, Lancelot, while his hunky but monstrous boss Arthur doted on him.
Thinking back on this now, the premise is that Arthur has been quietly, quietly and fiercely in love with Merlin for years. Too much of a gentleman to say anything, of course, while Merlin is entangled, because Arthur is only well bred in meaningless ways and not any of the ones that matter – like not throwing things at Merlin to get his attention. And Merlin would eventually get in touch with Lancelot (who had fucked off at the beginning of the story to go climb a mountain for a monastery or whatever) and realize he doesn’t want to have this guy’s baby. He’s not ready to be a parent, and also Lancelot keeps going on these fucking vision quests because he’s stricken with a late in life realization he’s bisexual, not gay, and horrifically in love with Gwen.
What I’m saying, anon, is that I was basically attempting to write a rom com about mpreg abortion.