So a bit of a mood change now. Father and Son was the last installment in the Tom-Lived AU. This week is a short modern AU, and probably my personal favorite of all the little shorts I wrote for last year's fic battle.
Run Away Bride, Arthur/Guinevere, rating G, humor, mild angst
"I'd like to make a toast to all of you and to freedom!"
The bar patrons clinked their glasses and cheered. People always cheered when you bought them a round of drinks. Princess Guinevere pushed her veil out of the way and downed her shot to more cheering.
Arthur sauntered over to the bar. He'd seen it on the telly, Princess Guinevere abandons royal groom at altar. The little neighborhood bar was packed, a runaway Princess buying drinks was quite the draw. Still a way opened up for Prince Arthur and in the next moment he was sliding onto a bar stool next to hers.
"You escaped?" He said it without looking at her.
"Yes I did," she grinned and eyed her shot glass.
"They'll be here soon," Arthur said.
She turned toward him now.
"I know." Her pretty mouth pouted and guilt flickered in her bottomless brown eyes. "I couldn't do it. I could be another Princess Di' or a Princess Kate or," she grinned and winked, "a Prince William."
Arthur laughed. He and Guinevere had known one and other as children, recently they had become reacquainted.
"I'm not ready," she said at last.
Perhaps it was their shared sentiment -Prince Arthur wanted a grand, romance that would shake him to the depths of his soul, not a tepid attraction to a family approved spouse, of course it could have been the gleam of her brown skin, against her white dress, and the sudden hints of red and gold in her hair that he had never seen there before, but Arthur found himself wanting to play the rescuing knight.
"I have a place where I could hide you."
She looked up at him, eyes growing bright.
"No paparazzi or bystanders snapping photos and tweeting your location?"
She looked at him thoughtful.
"You don't have a lot of time. Come on," he smiled and leaned forward. "Let the prince, rescue the princess."
There must have been something infectious in it for her lips turned up at the corners.
"Prince Arthur," she grinned at him now. "I think I'll let you be my knight in shining armor."