Took you long enough 3/13
Title: Took you long enough 3/13
Author: bunnysworld
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17, in the end
Word Count: 10400 and some
Summary: Arthur wakes up and has to find his way back to Merlin
Warnings/Content Notes: Reincarnation, crack, total AU
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Sorry that it took so long to post the next part. Was away for a few days to meet the guys and watch them play football *beams*
Here you can find Part 1, Part 2
As always, thanks to tambear for the cheerleading and the beta.
Arthur stood in a small alleyway, the red neckerchief still in his gloved hand. What was that on the ground? And why did all the houses look so....wow, they were tall. And it was loud here! How did he get here? Where was ‘here’? And where was Merlin? If that boy was wasting his time in the tavern again instead of being by his side, he’d...Arthur didn’t know what he’d do to him, but he knew he needed to do something. Maybe ask around for Merlin? Someone must have seen him?
But first of all, he had to get back to Camelot.
So he stepped out into the street and stopped again. What had happened? Where was he? It looked so different. Large buildings with glass fronts. People in strange clothes hurrying past him. And what by the Goddess were those things? Those...large armours on wheels that were loud and rushed by and fitted four people. It didn’t make sense! Each warrior had to fight individually, what good would four in one armour do?
Which direction should he turn to? As he stood in the middle of what seemed to be the street for people not inside those huge armour-things and turned to take in all the sounds and smells and views that were so unfamiliar to him, he bumped into someone.
Before Arthur could scold them for nearly running the king over, the other growled out “Watch where you’re going, medieval boy.”
Arthur’s hand was on the handle of his sword, but the other hadn’t even stopped for him to react to the insult.
This sure wasn’t the Camelot he knew, something horrible must have happened. He still wondered what ‘medieval’ meant exactly, but decided to go with the flow. Maybe he’d see the castle soon and then he would be home.
Good thing he wasn’t daft or something, so he watched the fine rhythm of people walking across the street at some mysterious sign and staying at one side for the four-person-armours (that could be operated by one person, too, he noticed) at another sign he couldn’t make out.
When his feet and his ears started aching - he hadn’t seen a single horse so far, that was really strange - he approached a man standing at a corner and asked for the castle. The man just pointed one way. How impolite! Wasn’t he aware who he was talking to? But Arthur went into that direction anyway.
On to part 4
Author: bunnysworld
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: NC-17, in the end
Word Count: 10400 and some
Summary: Arthur wakes up and has to find his way back to Merlin
Warnings/Content Notes: Reincarnation, crack, total AU
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Sorry that it took so long to post the next part. Was away for a few days to meet the guys and watch them play football *beams*
Here you can find Part 1, Part 2
As always, thanks to tambear for the cheerleading and the beta.
Arthur stood in a small alleyway, the red neckerchief still in his gloved hand. What was that on the ground? And why did all the houses look so....wow, they were tall. And it was loud here! How did he get here? Where was ‘here’? And where was Merlin? If that boy was wasting his time in the tavern again instead of being by his side, he’d...Arthur didn’t know what he’d do to him, but he knew he needed to do something. Maybe ask around for Merlin? Someone must have seen him?
But first of all, he had to get back to Camelot.
So he stepped out into the street and stopped again. What had happened? Where was he? It looked so different. Large buildings with glass fronts. People in strange clothes hurrying past him. And what by the Goddess were those things? Those...large armours on wheels that were loud and rushed by and fitted four people. It didn’t make sense! Each warrior had to fight individually, what good would four in one armour do?
Which direction should he turn to? As he stood in the middle of what seemed to be the street for people not inside those huge armour-things and turned to take in all the sounds and smells and views that were so unfamiliar to him, he bumped into someone.
Before Arthur could scold them for nearly running the king over, the other growled out “Watch where you’re going, medieval boy.”
Arthur’s hand was on the handle of his sword, but the other hadn’t even stopped for him to react to the insult.
This sure wasn’t the Camelot he knew, something horrible must have happened. He still wondered what ‘medieval’ meant exactly, but decided to go with the flow. Maybe he’d see the castle soon and then he would be home.
Good thing he wasn’t daft or something, so he watched the fine rhythm of people walking across the street at some mysterious sign and staying at one side for the four-person-armours (that could be operated by one person, too, he noticed) at another sign he couldn’t make out.
When his feet and his ears started aching - he hadn’t seen a single horse so far, that was really strange - he approached a man standing at a corner and asked for the castle. The man just pointed one way. How impolite! Wasn’t he aware who he was talking to? But Arthur went into that direction anyway.
On to part 4