Title:
The Boy From Outerton Rating: PG
Word Count: 6400+
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: In a land of inverse and a time of de-aging: It's not Camelot, it's Caerleon. Merlin has no magic, and everybody else DOES. Oh, and everyone's about 9-10 years younger than they are on the show.
Author Note: Witness (and laugh if you must) as yet another hilarous attempt at writing a one-shot ends in utter defeat. Taken down by my relentless need for backstory and stupidly-detailed settings. It can't be helped, I've decided... Anyway, does this feel as unfinished to anyone else as it does to me, or is that my inability to write one-shots talking? Also: Can you tell just be reading this that I've just started reading ASoIaF? Just asking... And lastly: this can be read as slash or friendship, whatever floats your boat.
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...And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again 'cause I can tell that we are gonna to be friends...)