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Morgana to the Rescue
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Title: Morgana to the Rescue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Uther
Summary: Planning a wedding can be the worst.
Word Count: 720
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 461: Mayday
Author’s note: unbetaed, modern AU
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“Mayday, Morgana, mayday!” Arthur’s voice screeched in her ear, the high-pitched whine loud enough that she had to hold the phone at arm’s length.
Trying to keep her temper before she strangled someone—and at this point, she didn’t care who, she took a deep breath and let it out again. “And what, brother dearest, is the problem this time? Boutonniere not matching your tie? Hair gel solidified? Cummerbund a bit tight because you’ve been pigging out on all those canapés?” As Arthur sputtered his outrage, she said, her voice all sweetness and light, “Could it be you lost the rings? Again. Oh, wait… I have them.”
Those two were the worst, the absolute worst. She should never have agreed to plan their wedding.
With them, it was one thing after another. Merlin wouldn’t eat meat, Uther was determined that only meat be served. Uther wanted a big wedding with his thousand or so business guests. At least there, Arthur put his foot down while Merlin just looked at Uther in horror. Then there was the location or rather locations because Uther kept pressing for a huge National Trust mansion extravaganza and both Merlin and Arthur wanted something in the woods. The endless cake tasting, the discussion of hand-fasting versus the full-on high church wedding. Caterers, photographers, DJs—oh, fuck the DJs. Uther wanted a huge orchestra.
Luckily, she hadn’t had to plan the honeymoon because that was one step too far. Of course, Uther wanted to hire a smallish cruise ship and have everyone go.
At that, Merlin blew up and put his foot down, Arthur backing him up.
A cabin in the wilds of Wales sounded lovely. Lots of hiking and views and cool nights with a warm fire. Besides, she doubted they would even notice the weather once they got there. Too busy gazing into each other’s eyes. It was pretty sickening to watch.
“Are you even paying attention? We have a problem!” Arthur screeched again.
Letting out another long sigh, Morgana said, “Okay, what can your fabulous sister fix this time?”
Grumbling, finally Arthur said, “I saw Merlin in his wedding clothes, and he saw me, too. Even straightened my boutonniere. And then he laughed at me when I told him it was bad luck for me to see him before the wedding.” His voice softened. “Is it bad luck?”
Trying not to laugh, Morgana said, “You are being ridiculous. Of course, it’s not.”
Muffled a little—Arthur must have been covering the phone with his hand, Arthur said, “Merlin, she says it’s okay. You can put your clothes back on now.”
Morgana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you telling me that Merlin is naked right now?”
Clearing his throat a little, Arthur mumbled, “Well, we both are. We weren’t sure about whether the luck was for both of us or just the bride.” There was a shout in the background, then Arthur said, “I am not the bride, you idiot.”
Morgana was horrified but not really surprised. “You haven’t been shagging in those rented tuxes, have you?”
“Umm, of… of course not. Who would do that?” Arthur sounded thoroughly guilty. She could hear Merlin giggling in the distance and then telling Arthur to get off the phone and finish what he’d started.
At that point, it was Morgana screeching. “Stop fucking each other’s brains out and get dressed. The wedding is in an hour, you wankers. And if I have to drag you two out by your bollocks, don’t think I won’t.”
And she would, too. The fucking wedding had taken up too much of her valuable time. If those plonkers missed their own ceremony, she would not be responsible for what happened after, but it would be epic.
Something must have got through. Arthur said, “Okay, cancelling the mayday. We’ll be there.” And as he hung up, Morgana could hear him say, “Merlin, we don’t have time… okay, just a… oh, there, yeah, that’s….” And the phone clicked silent.
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It was a lovely ceremony. And if Merlin’s tie matched Arthur’s cummerbund and the boutonnieres were a bit crushed, no one said anything. Well, Uther did, but by then Morgana had her shoes off and was dancing to ‘Another one bites the dust’ and drinking champagne and she didn’t care.
Best wedding ever.
archaeologist_dTitle: Morgana to the Rescue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Uther
Summary: Planning a wedding can be the worst.
Word Count: 720
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 461: Mayday
Author’s note: unbetaed, modern AU
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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“Mayday, Morgana, mayday!” Arthur’s voice screeched in her ear, the high-pitched whine loud enough that she had to hold the phone at arm’s length.
Trying to keep her temper before she strangled someone—and at this point, she didn’t care who, she took a deep breath and let it out again. “And what, brother dearest, is the problem this time? Boutonniere not matching your tie? Hair gel solidified? Cummerbund a bit tight because you’ve been pigging out on all those canapés?” As Arthur sputtered his outrage, she said, her voice all sweetness and light, “Could it be you lost the rings? Again. Oh, wait… I have them.”
Those two were the worst, the absolute worst. She should never have agreed to plan their wedding.
With them, it was one thing after another. Merlin wouldn’t eat meat, Uther was determined that only meat be served. Uther wanted a big wedding with his thousand or so business guests. At least there, Arthur put his foot down while Merlin just looked at Uther in horror. Then there was the location or rather locations because Uther kept pressing for a huge National Trust mansion extravaganza and both Merlin and Arthur wanted something in the woods. The endless cake tasting, the discussion of hand-fasting versus the full-on high church wedding. Caterers, photographers, DJs—oh, fuck the DJs. Uther wanted a huge orchestra.
Luckily, she hadn’t had to plan the honeymoon because that was one step too far. Of course, Uther wanted to hire a smallish cruise ship and have everyone go.
At that, Merlin blew up and put his foot down, Arthur backing him up.
A cabin in the wilds of Wales sounded lovely. Lots of hiking and views and cool nights with a warm fire. Besides, she doubted they would even notice the weather once they got there. Too busy gazing into each other’s eyes. It was pretty sickening to watch.
“Are you even paying attention? We have a problem!” Arthur screeched again.
Letting out another long sigh, Morgana said, “Okay, what can your fabulous sister fix this time?”
Grumbling, finally Arthur said, “I saw Merlin in his wedding clothes, and he saw me, too. Even straightened my boutonniere. And then he laughed at me when I told him it was bad luck for me to see him before the wedding.” His voice softened. “Is it bad luck?”
Trying not to laugh, Morgana said, “You are being ridiculous. Of course, it’s not.”
Muffled a little—Arthur must have been covering the phone with his hand, Arthur said, “Merlin, she says it’s okay. You can put your clothes back on now.”
Morgana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you telling me that Merlin is naked right now?”
Clearing his throat a little, Arthur mumbled, “Well, we both are. We weren’t sure about whether the luck was for both of us or just the bride.” There was a shout in the background, then Arthur said, “I am not the bride, you idiot.”
Morgana was horrified but not really surprised. “You haven’t been shagging in those rented tuxes, have you?”
“Umm, of… of course not. Who would do that?” Arthur sounded thoroughly guilty. She could hear Merlin giggling in the distance and then telling Arthur to get off the phone and finish what he’d started.
At that point, it was Morgana screeching. “Stop fucking each other’s brains out and get dressed. The wedding is in an hour, you wankers. And if I have to drag you two out by your bollocks, don’t think I won’t.”
And she would, too. The fucking wedding had taken up too much of her valuable time. If those plonkers missed their own ceremony, she would not be responsible for what happened after, but it would be epic.
Something must have got through. Arthur said, “Okay, cancelling the mayday. We’ll be there.” And as he hung up, Morgana could hear him say, “Merlin, we don’t have time… okay, just a… oh, there, yeah, that’s….” And the phone clicked silent.
---------------
It was a lovely ceremony. And if Merlin’s tie matched Arthur’s cummerbund and the boutonnieres were a bit crushed, no one said anything. Well, Uther did, but by then Morgana had her shoes off and was dancing to ‘Another one bites the dust’ and drinking champagne and she didn’t care.
Best wedding ever.