Took you long enough 11/13
Title: Took you long enough 11/13
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, 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.
After writing some really sad and/or serious stuff, I felt the need to dish out something funny to lighten the mood. I never really liked reincarnation fics, but this didn’t leave me alone, so I wrote it. If you have half the fun reading as I had writing this, it was worth the time and effort. If you can’t stand poking a bit of fun at our beloved golden king, you might want to stay away from this one. ;)
As always, thanks to tambear for the cheerleading and the beta.
Here you can find Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9 and Part 10
They said bye to the others after the meal. Merlin carried Arthur’s bag. That he must have been the court sorcerer didn’t mean he wasn’t still his servant, right?
Arthur raised his head when he heard yet another unfamiliar sound, immediately alarmed. There, there it was! In the sky! A dragon! Damn, they still existed and terrorised innocent people! Arthur shoved Merlin against a wall with one arm. “Dragon!” he hissed, looking around for something to defend them with! There were some crates people stored garbage in, so Arthur took the lid of one of them, it would have to do as a shield. And there was a long stick leaning against one of the crates. He cursed Merlin for making him leave Excalibur at home and hoped this would be enough to fight off the dragon.
After a moment, the dragon in the sky just had kept on flying in a straight line, Arthur lowered his make-shift weapons. “I don’t think it has seen us,” he whispered towards Merlin, his eyes still never leaving the spot in the sky that got smaller the further away it got.
“Arthur,” a very soft whisper.
He turned to look at Merlin, feeling very ridiculous now. “TV moment?”
Merlin nodded. “A plane. It’s no danger to us.”
On the way back, Merlin explained what a plane was. If Arthur hadn’t been too busy feeling stupid and out of place, he might have laughed at the idea of people and goods being transported in the sky.
Merlin hated this. They finally managed to make Arthur feel okay and like he could live in this world and then the plane incident happened and totally threw him again.
So he just lit the candles that were all over the place, made some tea and sat with Arthur, who’d taken to just sit on the couch and stare ahead again.
“Everything has changed.”
Merlin shook his head. “I haven’t.” I still love you.
“You have changed, too, Merlin.” Arthur looked up. “Look at you. You were nothing but a servant. Now you have a house and...you didn’t tell me what your work is now.” Everybody else had, just not Merlin.
“Are you sure you want to hear about that now? Soccer, the burger, the Coke,” not to mention the plane, “isn’t that enough for today?” Merlin asked softly.
“Maybe it will help me to understand things a bit better, to remember.” Thank you for not mentioning the dragon. Arthur was glad that this time, Merlin had been the only witness.
Merlin moved a bit closer, took a sip of his tea and then started to tell the story how he’d gotten out of Camelot with a few of his own possessions and very few of the things that had been in the treasure chamber under the castle. How he’d wandered through the woods and used his magic to survive and to help. How, at the beginning of the last century, he’d started investing the money he’d made. And that through some clever moves, he had gained some wealth and now owned some companies and all he really had to do was checking that the people who led the companies didn’t do anything stupid.
“So you’re saying, you invested my money?” Arthur frowned.
“No, I’m saying I invested what I made for me. And I invested what was yours for you.”
“You...invested for me?”
Merlin nodded. “You have even more money than back in Camelot.” He smiled. “Couldn’t leave you depending on me, could I?” He winked.
Arthur looked at Merlin for long moments. “Sometimes, you are amazing.” Then he leaned back against the couch and looked at the ceiling. He felt Merlin’s arm on the back of it and just shifted over without thinking about it. It felt good leaning against Merlin, save, the only sane thing in his life at this point in time. He felt Merlin’s warmth radiating from him, inhaled his scent and wondered, yet again, why it felt so good, so normal, so...at home.
Merlin’s heart jumped when Arthur snuggled against him. He hoped against hope that Arthur would just turn his head and he could kiss the lips he’d missed for so long.
“Merlin?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you...did you ever marry?” Arthur didn’t know where this question had come from. But all of a sudden it seemed to be important to ask.
Merlin nuzzled into the blond hair. “Once, a long time ago. There was a small ceremony. Just him and me and our closest friends....”
Him. Merlin had said ‘him’. Arthur didn’t know why this filled his heart with joy like it did. But the joy was taken away by the fact that Merlin was someone else’s. “What happened?” He asked softly.
“There was a war going on. He got wounded. And...died.” Those were the worst moments of his long life. The time when he had to lay him to rest, knowing that not even his magic could prevent it.
“You must have loved him very much.” It sounded like it. Arthur smiled sadly. It must have been hard for Merlin to live such a long life and miss someone for so long.
Merlin nuzzled into Arthur’s hair again and whispered. “I still do.”
Arthur closed his eyes, his heart heavy.
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, 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.
After writing some really sad and/or serious stuff, I felt the need to dish out something funny to lighten the mood. I never really liked reincarnation fics, but this didn’t leave me alone, so I wrote it. If you have half the fun reading as I had writing this, it was worth the time and effort. If you can’t stand poking a bit of fun at our beloved golden king, you might want to stay away from this one. ;)
As always, thanks to tambear for the cheerleading and the beta.
Here you can find Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8, Part 9 and Part 10
They said bye to the others after the meal. Merlin carried Arthur’s bag. That he must have been the court sorcerer didn’t mean he wasn’t still his servant, right?
Arthur raised his head when he heard yet another unfamiliar sound, immediately alarmed. There, there it was! In the sky! A dragon! Damn, they still existed and terrorised innocent people! Arthur shoved Merlin against a wall with one arm. “Dragon!” he hissed, looking around for something to defend them with! There were some crates people stored garbage in, so Arthur took the lid of one of them, it would have to do as a shield. And there was a long stick leaning against one of the crates. He cursed Merlin for making him leave Excalibur at home and hoped this would be enough to fight off the dragon.
After a moment, the dragon in the sky just had kept on flying in a straight line, Arthur lowered his make-shift weapons. “I don’t think it has seen us,” he whispered towards Merlin, his eyes still never leaving the spot in the sky that got smaller the further away it got.
“Arthur,” a very soft whisper.
He turned to look at Merlin, feeling very ridiculous now. “TV moment?”
Merlin nodded. “A plane. It’s no danger to us.”
On the way back, Merlin explained what a plane was. If Arthur hadn’t been too busy feeling stupid and out of place, he might have laughed at the idea of people and goods being transported in the sky.
Merlin hated this. They finally managed to make Arthur feel okay and like he could live in this world and then the plane incident happened and totally threw him again.
So he just lit the candles that were all over the place, made some tea and sat with Arthur, who’d taken to just sit on the couch and stare ahead again.
“Everything has changed.”
Merlin shook his head. “I haven’t.” I still love you.
“You have changed, too, Merlin.” Arthur looked up. “Look at you. You were nothing but a servant. Now you have a house and...you didn’t tell me what your work is now.” Everybody else had, just not Merlin.
“Are you sure you want to hear about that now? Soccer, the burger, the Coke,” not to mention the plane, “isn’t that enough for today?” Merlin asked softly.
“Maybe it will help me to understand things a bit better, to remember.” Thank you for not mentioning the dragon. Arthur was glad that this time, Merlin had been the only witness.
Merlin moved a bit closer, took a sip of his tea and then started to tell the story how he’d gotten out of Camelot with a few of his own possessions and very few of the things that had been in the treasure chamber under the castle. How he’d wandered through the woods and used his magic to survive and to help. How, at the beginning of the last century, he’d started investing the money he’d made. And that through some clever moves, he had gained some wealth and now owned some companies and all he really had to do was checking that the people who led the companies didn’t do anything stupid.
“So you’re saying, you invested my money?” Arthur frowned.
“No, I’m saying I invested what I made for me. And I invested what was yours for you.”
“You...invested for me?”
Merlin nodded. “You have even more money than back in Camelot.” He smiled. “Couldn’t leave you depending on me, could I?” He winked.
Arthur looked at Merlin for long moments. “Sometimes, you are amazing.” Then he leaned back against the couch and looked at the ceiling. He felt Merlin’s arm on the back of it and just shifted over without thinking about it. It felt good leaning against Merlin, save, the only sane thing in his life at this point in time. He felt Merlin’s warmth radiating from him, inhaled his scent and wondered, yet again, why it felt so good, so normal, so...at home.
Merlin’s heart jumped when Arthur snuggled against him. He hoped against hope that Arthur would just turn his head and he could kiss the lips he’d missed for so long.
“Merlin?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you...did you ever marry?” Arthur didn’t know where this question had come from. But all of a sudden it seemed to be important to ask.
Merlin nuzzled into the blond hair. “Once, a long time ago. There was a small ceremony. Just him and me and our closest friends....”
Him. Merlin had said ‘him’. Arthur didn’t know why this filled his heart with joy like it did. But the joy was taken away by the fact that Merlin was someone else’s. “What happened?” He asked softly.
“There was a war going on. He got wounded. And...died.” Those were the worst moments of his long life. The time when he had to lay him to rest, knowing that not even his magic could prevent it.
“You must have loved him very much.” It sounded like it. Arthur smiled sadly. It must have been hard for Merlin to live such a long life and miss someone for so long.
Merlin nuzzled into Arthur’s hair again and whispered. “I still do.”
Arthur closed his eyes, his heart heavy.