Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Mordred
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine, Mordred
Summary: Merlin has a crush on an actor named Arthur Pendragon. Mordred thinks Gwaine is kinda cute.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 900
Prompt: FORESHADOWING for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Completely unbetaed. Written when drunk. Don't mind the errors.
Bloody hell foreshadowing...
"Beware the ides of March!"
The actress yelled on stage as she exited and Merlin held his breath. He loved this part. He loved that Arthur Pendragon played Julius Caesar and he was so fucking brilliant at it.
When the play was over, Merlin left with Mordred and ran right into his favourite actor.
"Oh, sorry," Arthur said looking at Merlin and then at Mordred. "I'm sorry. I was just...I didn't see where I was going."
Merlin was stunned silent at the fact that he'd just physically touched his favourite actor...bloody fucking hell Arthur Pendragon and what...he couldn't speak. He looked at Mordred for help whose eyes widened.
"I...of course, it's no problem, sir."
"Sir?" Arthur said with disdain and Merlin glared at him. Mordred knew, because Merlin told him so that Arthur hated being called "Sir."
"This is Mordred!" Merlin nearly well shouted. "I mean, I'm Merlin. And you're Arthur...and we're...fuck... we've got really bad timing."
Arthur chuckled slightly and looked at Mordred.
"I honestly didn't think he was going to be like this, otherwise, I wouldn't be friends with him," Mordred said.
"Hey..." Merlin protested, glad he was getting his sense of speech back.
"Did you two like the show?" Arthur asked.
"Like the show?" Mordred said with amusement. "Merlin has dragged me to every show you've been in, Mr Pendragon. Sir." He winked at Arthur and Merlin continued to glare at him.
"Oh, wow. Every show? I mean even the awful--"
"Elf one when you were supposed to be a fairy with a squeaky voice?" Mordred said, "Oh yeah. Even that one. Every night."
"You must be a good boyfriend..." Arthur said.
"Now, you're just angling for compliments," Mordred replied. "Yes. Merlin has a giant, big, humongous crush on you and no, we're not together. Even if we're both gay. And of course, we know you're gay, because Merlin doesn't harbour crushes on straight people--except for that one time.."
"Mordred!" Merlin shouted. Glad his voice was back. "We'll be leaving now..."
"Hey there... wait a second," Arthur said as Merlin had dragged Mordred away. "My friend Gwaine...He played Brutus-- is having a house party tonight. Do you two want to come?"
"Are you serious?" Mordred said before Merlin could decline the invitation. Of course, Merlin should have known. As obsessed as he was with Arthur, Mordred was equally infatuated with Gwaine--Arthur's right hand man. "That would be bloody brilliant."
"I don't know..." Merlin started to say and now Mordred glared at him.
"If you don't want to, you can just go home. I can call you a taxi..."
"Hey, there you are."
Both Mordred and Merlin stopped their fighting to look up and see Gwaine approach Arthur. They were both so dressed down--looking casual--that if Merlin hadn't just been at the play, he wouldn't have know that these two were famous actors and not some average blokes walking down the street.
"Hi," Merlin said to Gwaine and offered to shake his hand.
"Oh, he speaks more!" Arthur said, in a teasing tone.
"Oh, we know them?" Gwaine asked with interest as he looked at Mordred and smiled.
"I just invited them to you party," Arthur said.
"Brilliant. Shall we go then? The car's waiting," Gwaine said. Gwaine and Arthur led the way as Merlin and Mordred followed.
"I have a feeling that this is going to be quite the night," Mordred whispered to Merlin.
"Foreshadowing, are we?" Merlin joked.
"You never know, Merlin. This might be the night we both get lucky. You get your man and I... will probably just gape at mine as he's snogging random girls."
"You don't know if he's straight."
"You don't know if he's gay."
"Gwaine?" Merlin asked.
Gwaine looked at Merlin and smirked. "Yeah. We all know Arthur is gay and he invited you to the party--"
"He invited both of us!" Merlin said rolling his eyes and then finally approached the car that evidently belonged to Gwaine. Which was also a limousine.
"You have got to be kidding me," Merlin said looking at the monstrosity that was in front of him.
"What, you don't like it?" Arthur asked.
"No... it's fine. Just shocked, is all," Merlin answered.
They got inside the limousine and Mordred immediately took a seat next to Gwaine so Merlin sat next to Arthur. As the car pulled away, Merlin spent most of his time looking outside the window. When he chanced a look towards the other passengers, he saw Gwaine with his arm around Mordred's shoulder as they both sipped on champagne. Merlin shook his head and looked out the window again.
"So you really like the theatre then," Arthur asked him and Merlin turned his attention to the man sitting next to him.
"Yes. I enjoy it very much," Merlin said.
"And you like me," Arthur said.
Merlin smiled. "Yes, you're very enjoyable, as well."
Arthur smiled and nodded at Merlin before he offered him a glass of champagne. "Thanks for coming to the party," he said and his words confused Merlin for a moment. "I'm not much into the social scene but because Gwaine is my co-actor and my friend. I can't skip these things..."
"Mordred's certainly looking forward to it," Merlin said.
"Yes. He'll have a good time I think."
"Yeah, maybe I will too," replied Merlin.