Title: Gold medallist
Summary: Arthur wants Merlin
Warnings: none, other than modern AU?
Word Count: 115
Author's Notes: Sorry, this was written a while ago, I just never got around to post it anywhere. And since it fits this prompt so perfectly, I thought I’d toss it at you. I’ll come up with something exclusively for this prompt, too, I promise!
Thanks tambear13 for the beta!
After once again listening to Arthur whine about how unobtainable his best friend Merlin was, Gwaine sighed and took another sip of his beer.
“If you stopped the selfpity for a moment, you’d notice that there’s a cute bloke at the bar, watching you.” He grinned over to the man and raised his beer bottle in greeting.
Arthur turned to look, too. “But...there’s only Merlin.”
Gwaine rolled his eyes. “If daftness were an Olympic discipline, Princess, I’d be talking to the gold medallist right now. Does he have to strip and put a red bow around himself? Why are you still standing here?”
He shoved the blond towards the bar and leaned back to watch.