Hello Merlin fandom! I am a bit new to this fandom, however I have written fanfiction before which is a plus I suppose. This is a bit of a crack story, just for fun! I also might make it a Merthur story, so beware of that. I think that's all for now, so I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Merlin. *swipes away tear*
This was not how Arthur imagined his return.
He had imagined himself in his cloak and chain mail, rising out of the water with Excalibur held high above his head. His return to his kingdom would have people on their knees, praising him. He would sit down on his throne with Guinevere at his side and Merlin on his other side, placing his crown on his head.
Instead, it was rather embarrassing because he was naked... and drowning.
Naked and drowning whilst practically impaling himself on Excalibur.
Very majestic.
To make matters worse he was in the wrong era, which he had yet to figure out.
Once he had heaved himself out of the water, he lay there breathing his first breaths in a very long time. Not long after being in the sand, he heard a feminine scream. Leaping up at the clear distress, he looked at his surroundings and became distressed himself. The trees were mostly gone and there was a big black thing with fast pieces of armor flying down it.
"What sorcery is this?" he muttered to himself.
The scream came again and then a high pitched wail. He grabbed Excalibur and looked around. One of the pieces of armor had stopped on the black thing.
"There he is!" a woman screeched.
He whipped around to find the cause of the screaming and found a woman pointing at him. Looking back to the armor, he saw it open and two men step out of it. They came running toward him, so he did what he thought was right: he pointed his sword at them.
"I demand you to stop! I am the king of Camelot!" Arthur yelled as boldly as he could.
They paused and looked at him, slightly confused.
"Put down your weapon!" one of the men called back as they brought out their own odd looking 'weapons'.
"Never!" Arthur replied, charging his newly formed enemies while he was still, in fact, very naked. "For Camelot!"
The odd men seemed to expect this, however, and dodged easily, but not before putting something cold on his side. He heard a click and his body began to convulse and his consciousness faded before he hit the ground.
Merlin sat in his apartment after a long day's work. Being a paramedic was harder than people assumed. With his scrubs still on, Merlin collapsed into his plush armchair and flicked on the television.
Oh, how his life had went on and change since Camelot. The life and death of so many hung thick around him constantly.
Especially the death of one.
His best friend, the king of his beloved home land.
Merlin cleared his thoughts to present day as he rested on a news channel.
"... Naked man attacked police officers with a sword..."
Merlin laughed at the report of something so odd, but his laughter halted when they gave the location.
"... This man also claimed to be the king of Camelot. He is now in custody..."
That's all Merlin needed to know before he was out the door again.
"Oh, Arthur, what have you gotten yourself into now?"
There it is! Was it okay? Should I keep going? Should it be Merthur? Reviews are very welcome! Have a great weekend!
P.S. To those of you who read my other stories, I am terribly sorry! I have had a visit from carnivorous plot bunnies!
Toodles