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Merlin: clap your hands to the beat (AU vignette)
clap your hands to the beat
Rock star AU. Fluff. Originally posted at the the merlin/morgana drabble!au spam fest. 255 words, rated G, no warnings/spoilers.
After the concert, they exit through the back wearing hats and sunglasses, surrounded by a protective outer ring of entourage. They get to the car just as someone on the other side of the street yells, "THERE THEY ARE!" and then there is screaming.
"Oh god oh god," says Gwen, agent extraordinaire, and shoves Morgana into the car with extraordinary force. She slams the door and yells, "Go! Go!"
"I thought we were gonna get away with it this time," Merlin murmurs, looking through the back window at what he has begun calling The Horde. "I think this one's faster than the one in Berlin. They're catching up."
"They won't catch up, sir," says Lancelot from the driver's seat. "Don't worry about that."
"I told you these hats and sunglasses are a stupid idea," Morgana sighs, taking them. "That's why they recognize us."
"I don't know, I think the sunglasses look quite good on you," says Merlin.
Morgana reaches out and tousles his hair, and Merlin leans into her hand, just a little bit. She says, "You're sweet. Even if you did mess up the intro for 'The Moment of Truth'."
"Oh, like I'm the one who started off-key in 'The End of the Beginning'?"
Morgana's hand slides down from his hair to his cheek, and then curls around his neck and tugs him closer, and Merlin is only too glad to be tugged. They sit back, leaning against each other, and smile at the sound of a thousand screaming fangirls echoing in the night.
Rock star AU. Fluff. Originally posted at the the merlin/morgana drabble!au spam fest. 255 words, rated G, no warnings/spoilers.
After the concert, they exit through the back wearing hats and sunglasses, surrounded by a protective outer ring of entourage. They get to the car just as someone on the other side of the street yells, "THERE THEY ARE!" and then there is screaming.
"Oh god oh god," says Gwen, agent extraordinaire, and shoves Morgana into the car with extraordinary force. She slams the door and yells, "Go! Go!"
"I thought we were gonna get away with it this time," Merlin murmurs, looking through the back window at what he has begun calling The Horde. "I think this one's faster than the one in Berlin. They're catching up."
"They won't catch up, sir," says Lancelot from the driver's seat. "Don't worry about that."
"I told you these hats and sunglasses are a stupid idea," Morgana sighs, taking them. "That's why they recognize us."
"I don't know, I think the sunglasses look quite good on you," says Merlin.
Morgana reaches out and tousles his hair, and Merlin leans into her hand, just a little bit. She says, "You're sweet. Even if you did mess up the intro for 'The Moment of Truth'."
"Oh, like I'm the one who started off-key in 'The End of the Beginning'?"
Morgana's hand slides down from his hair to his cheek, and then curls around his neck and tugs him closer, and Merlin is only too glad to be tugged. They sit back, leaning against each other, and smile at the sound of a thousand screaming fangirls echoing in the night.