And this one cause he's just too damn adorable!

My 1st Place-winning fic for Arwen fic challenge 7!

The rain was unrelenting outside. Typical London spring. Luckily for Arthur Pendragon, he was cozy, warm, and dry inside his posh flat, a brand in his fireplace and a football game on his telly, conveniently located above zei fireplace.

And he was alone. He liked being alone. No one could ever accuse Arthur of being antisocial, far from it, but every couple of weeks of so he would feel the need to sequester himself in his home, away from the chatter and noise and drama of other people.

So when his doorbell rang that night, he considered not answering...