Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, Lancelot/Will
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin
Summary: Merlin is tired of the centuries in between reincarnations in which he's so alone, so he stops looking for Arthur, making a life for himself. And yet Arthur comes back into his life, and even without his memories Prince Arthur is playing for keeps.
Note: Lancelot is a little ooc because I needed a fun, flirty friend for Merlin and somehow I didn't see Will as flirty---unless it was towards Merlin.
Warning: AU. Gay People EVERYWHERE! lol
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Lancelot had agreed to meet with Will-I-Am in a nightclub they’d sometimes go to. One of the bouncers was a regular in The Dragons Lair on his nights off, so with a few flirtations with Merlin he let them in with a grin.
By this time Lancelot was about to have a heart attack. The place was filled with bodies grinding up against each other, and it would be a bit harder to find Will, but Merlin guessed that that had been the plan all along. That way, if they found Will-I-Am and he ended up being some perverted old man, Lancelot and them could disappear into the crowd and hurry away unseen.
A lot of the younger people in this club had passed by The Dragon’s Lair, and women and men stopped Merlin, Lancelot and Gwen to say hi and flirt a little. But they usually stopped when they saw the glares Arthur and Morgana were giving them, although Gwen and Merlin were so deep into the conversations they never caught this.
“Do you see him anywhere?” Lancelot hadn’t been able to pay attention to anyone who’d stopped him to chat, eyes always around him, looking for the shirt that showed him who the man he was in love with was.
“I don’t see the shirt in question.” Morgana admitted, placing an arm around Gwen’s waist and pulling her towards her, glaring at yet anotherwoman coming in their direction, stopping the female in her tracks and causing her to sigh and shake her head in disappointment before heading back in the direction she’d come.
Merlin noticed it this time though, and he grinned, shaking his head at Morgana. “I’m going to check by the bar.” He left the others on the dance floor happily, before making his way towards the place he always felt more comfortable, leaning against the counter and ordering a scotch as he allowed his gaze to slide casually over the men sitting there…
…and he froze.
Calling himself an idiot for not having thought of this before, Merlin couldn’t believe it, grinning broadly.
There, sitting at the end of the bar and looking around him a little nervously, was Will, his once best friend from Ealdor. He wore the formfitting t-shirt Lancelot was looking everywhere for, cradling a drink he hadn’t touched, and shaking his leg nervously.
Merlin’s chuckled, shaking his head, before reaching for his mobile and texting Lancelot.
Found him. Bar. Get your arse here.
Snapping his phone shut, Merlin sipped on his drink, watching Will casually, his gaze brushing off every male that walked his way, nearly standing a couple of times someone came towards him, obviously thinking it could be Lancelot, and only sighing and relaxing in disappointment when he realized it wasn’t.
He looked even more nervous than Lance.
Merlin grinned into his drink as he watched Will brush off some blonde guy who tried to chat him up.
And then Will’s eyes found Lancelot as the man emerged from the bodies on the dance floor like a Greek God, but Lancelot didn’t notice him because he’d found Merlin and was stalking towards the warlock with intent. Disappointment entered Will’s eyes as he realized this, and he sighed, ducking his gaze.
“Where is he?” Lancelot asked Merlin the second he reached his side, stealing the glass from him and downing it to give him some courage, wincing as it burnt his throat on the way down.
“You owe me a drink.” Merlin told him as a matter of fact, before pointing a black-nailed finger in Will’s direction, causing the brunet, who’d been watching them curiously, to open his eyes wide and blush at having been caught staring.
“He was checking you out?” Lancelot asked, eyes narrowed in jealousy, realizing that Will had been watching them.
Merlin rolled his eyes. “As if he could have taken his eyes off of you the moment you walked passed him.”
Lancelot then grinned and clapped Merlin on his shoulder before walking towards Will, whose eyes kept getting comically wide. The barman sat down on the stool next to Will and Will’s gaze went to his leather cuffband and a large grin filled his face.
“Aw! He’s cute!” Gwen’s voice to his right caused Merlin to tear his grinning gaze from the two who were smiling shyly at each other, and realize that the others had arrived by his side.
“Yeah, he is.” Merlin agreed.
Neither Morgana nor Arthur seemed impressed.
“He’s rather plain looking.” Morgana countered, resting her had against Gwen’s. “You’re much cuter, Guinevere.”
Gwen’s cheeks went hot red and her gaze ducked. “Th-thank you, Mor-Morgana.”
Merlin bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing at his friend and her predicament.
Oh, she wasn’t going to win this at all.
She wasn’t even fighting it.
Even though she swore left right and center that she was straight!
Justin Timberlake ft. T.I’s song “My Love” began to play, and Merlin looked up when Arthur sat down next to him, ordering them all a round of beers, not at all worried that he was going to be recognized. Merlin didn’t blame him though. Even if people did realize how much Arthur and Morgana looked like the prince and princess, they wouldn’t think the royals human enough to come to places like these, especially not dressed like emos.
Merlin couldn’t help but wonder why they dressed like this. In none of their previous lifetimes had the royals ever dressed anything other than their upper class lifestyle dictated it, so the fact that they’d suddenly begun dressing this way was intriguing.
While things were still tense between Merlin and Arthur from the apartment, Merlin continued to study Arthur over his beer, and the prince studied him back, both open and unabashed in their mutual appraisal. Merlin wondered what it was about him that Arthur was analyzing.
He knew that he was wondering how much of these memories were affecting Arthur’s behavior when it came to him, if this had happened in other lifetimes, and if his magic had sensed his longing and had acted on its own accord to give him what he wanted. It wouldn’t have been the first time that it would have done that.
Gwen and Morgana weren’t at all put off about being ignored by the males, they were busy giggling together, talking about their own things. They probably hadn’t even realized that the boys were silent, watching each other, the girls in their own little world, Gwen laughing at something Morgana said before leaning forwards on the stool and laying her hand on Morgana’s thigh for support.
Morgana grinned brightly.
Merlin wondered when Morgana was going to tell Gwen that she was in fact the Princess of Wales.
It would be unfair to Gwen for things to progress any further without Morgana coming clean to her.
Morgana’s eyes left Gwen and ventured onto Merlin’s face at that moment. Expression solemn she nodded and the look she gave him said I know.
Merlin’s eyes widened, wondering if his face was just that easy to read or if Morgana really wasn’t telling him all she knew.
“Arthur?” A female voice asked in surprise, and they all turned to see Lady Sophia Denton, dressed nothing like a lady, stop in her tracks, arm around Marcus Valiant, an oil tycoon.
“Sophia.” Arthur nodded coolly, acknowledging their presence. “Valiant.”
Valiant nodded back.
Merlin couldn’t believe it.
How could they all be so cool about this?
“What are you doing here?” Sophia asked, not detaching herself from Valiant’s side, just shell shocked. Her gaze then went to Morgana. “Morgana?” What are you two doing here? Does King Uther know that you two are here? Where are your gaurds? You know your father doesn’t let you two out without an army of guards!”
Everyone went tense.
Gwen’s eyes widened. “King Uther is your father?” She whispered, turning to Morgana. “You’re Princess Morgana of Wales?”
Morgana looked pained. “Guinevere…”
“No.” The pretty dark haired woman got up. “I—I can’t be here.” And with that she left.
Morgana sent a glare in Sophia’s direction and hurried after the darker woman.
“Oh no, I just messed something up, didn’t I?” Sophia whispered as she watched them hurry out of the club, before her gaze went apologetically to Arthur. “I’m sorry, I’m just so surprised to see you two out of the palace.” Her gaze then rested on Merlin and she smiled beautifully, genuinely, shocking the crap outta him. “You must be the one to make this miracle come true. My name’s Sophia.”
“Merlin.” The warlock nearly squeaked in surprise at this.
“Nice to meet you.” She then turned to Arthur. “Can we---can we have a chat in private for a moment, Arthur?”
The prince nodded, standing.
Valiant detached himself from Sophia and disappeared into the crowd, giving them time.
Merlin did the same, kinda shocked and confused and needing to get away from the woman everyone was sure would become the next queen of Britain.
Still, it couldn’t be said that Merlin wasn’t curious, and he found himself heading to the bathroom and locking him in the privacy of a stall before his eyes flashed gold.
He needed to know.
In his mind he could see Arthur and Sophia off to the side, talking softly and urgently together.
“I just can’t believe it, is all.” Sophia announced, running a hand through her hair. “You---you look different.”
Arthur acknowledged that by folding his arms over his chest. “What did you want, Soph? I was kinda in the middle of something when you interrupted and ruined the night.”
Sophia winced. “Don’t be cruel, Arthur, you know I wouldn’t have done that if I knew the situation.”
He nodded, obviously believing her.
She honestly did look guilty though.
The redhead sighed. “So, is this it? Are you finally coming out of the closet?”
Merlin nearly choked on his own saliva.
“I don’t, I don’t know.” Arthur admitted, looking troubled for the first time since Sophia had showed up. “I mean, I always knew I was going to have to end this farce of a relationship---you deserve to have a life of your own and to not have to hide your relationship with Valiant just to help me keep my father and the whole blasted kingdom unaware that I---that I bloody well bat for the other team…”
Sophia sighed and rested her hand on his shoulder. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I think Morgana’s plan has merit. If you two come out at the same time your father can’t disown you, because he’d have to do the same with her, and then he’d have no heirs.”
“I’ll be forcing his hand.” Arthur sighed.
“Hasn’t he always forced yours?” Sophia frowned, pressing onwards. “You deserve to be happy, Arthur, and not have to hide because of it! So what if you’re gay? That doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to find someone who makes you as happy as Valiant makes me!”
“He’s really understanding of this situation.” Arthur remarked, referring to Valiant. “I don’t think I’d be as understanding if Merlin had to play the boyfriend of someone else and we had to hide our relationship.”
“He understands because he loves me, knows I love him, and knows you’d probably try get into his pants instead of mine.” Sophia grinned cheekily.
Arthur snorted at the thought.
“He also knows that my father is a power-hungry man who, while he likes the thought of Valiant’s gazillions, prefers to think of his daughter as the future Queen, so Val won’t get daddy’s blessing to marry me.” Sophia looked sad for a moment, before shaking her head rid of those thoughts. “So, Merlin, he looks a lot like Merlin Emrys…shares the same first name and everything…”
Arthur smirked, blushing slightly. “He’s actually his son.”
“I can’t believe it.” Sophia giggled. “You’re hot for and going after the son of the man who made you realize you were gay.”
Arthur pouted. “That’s not the only reason I like him!”
“But it counts for something, doesn’t it? I mean, this is the son of the guy you’ve been having wet dreams about since before you knew what wet dreams were. And they look so alike---they’re practically twins.” Sophia announced, giggling before raising a curious eyebrow. “Is he the reason you’ve decided you’re a Goth now?”
“Emo. Not Goth. Get your fashions straight.” Arthur chided, talking like he would with Morgana. “And---well---you saw him. He obviously likes this style…”
“So you’re dressing like this to catch his attention.” Sophia’s grin was broad and teasing. “You little vixen!”
“Shut the fuck up you cocksucker.” Arthur grumbled without heat.
“Takes one to know one.” Sophia teased back.
“SOPH!” His cheeks went amazingly red. “You SWORE you’d never bring that up again! EVER!”
“Sorry!” She giggled uncontrollably, arms around her waist.
“Skank.” Arthur smiled.
“Manwhore.” Sophia threw back, smile wide as well.
“Not at the moment.” Arthur’s face fell.
Sophia laughed. “I really approve of this one! Keep a good hold of him!” She then went serious, placing a hand on Arthur’s arm. “Just, you know, do this, come out, if only for yourself and your freedom.”
He nodded serious once more as well. “I know Soph, it’s time.”
She squeezed his arm and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “It was nice being your media-girlfriend while it lasted. Now, be happy, okay Arthur?” She grinned cheekily. “And invite me to the wedding!”
Arthur sputtered, bright red, but before he could truly think up some sort of response Sophia had slinked away to find Valiant, smile bright on her face.
Merlin blinked, the gold bleeding out of his eyes, and he leaned harder against the wall of the stall, confused and surprised and feeling guilty for letting his curiosity and admitted enough, his jealousy, make him listen in on a conversation he’d had no right to hear.
Flushing the toilet if only to keep up with appearances, Merlin went to the sink and washed his hands, looking at his reflection in the mirror, deciding that the guilt he felt could easily be detected on his face.
He turned when he heard his voice and noticed the man coming out of one of the stalls.
His eyes widened when he recognized him. “Dennis?”
“Hey.” Dennis smiled, going to wash his hands. “I—I haven’t seen you since the other night.” He still looked somewhat embarrassed as he mentioned their failure of a date. “How’s everything doing? You here with someone?”
“Lancelot is here meeting Will-I-Am.” Merlin admitted, since Dennis already knew of the quasi relationship between Lance and the ‘internet chap’. “We’re here as backup capacity.”
“Oh, that’s great, has he met him yet?” Dennis asked, drying his hands and leaning towards Merlin, smiling somewhat flirtatiously.
And Merlin began to feel a little uncomfortable and even guiltier than he had moments ago.
He’d railed on and on about the giant prat that was Arthur during their date, and yet here he was with the prat at a nightclub.
This wouldn’t look good at all.
Dennis leaned in further, Merlin finding himself leaning back into the sink unconsciously. “Merlin, I was wondering if you…”
“There you are, Merlin.” A voice announced behind them, dark and displeased.
Both of their eyes widened in surprise as they turned to the sound.
“Prince Arthur?” Dennis stammered, shocked silly.
“Demarco.” Arthur curtly acknowledged before turning to Merlin. “Let’s get out of here, its too crowded for my taste. Plus, Lancelot and Will seem to be hitting it off fine, and I am somewhat worried about Morgana.”
“Me too.” Merlin agreed, inching around the shocked Dennis, reaching Arthur’s side, glaring at the prince when he grabbed him and pulled him to him, giving Dennis a glare that obviously said MINE. DON’T TOUCH.
The warlock was about to call him on that, to tell him to let him go, but from the way Arthur’s arm tightened around him the prince knew what he was about to do and was warning him not to.
He rolled his eye and settled for looking at anything that wasn’t the dumbstruck Dennis.
“Let’s go back to your flat.” Arthur decided, turning and leading them out of the bathroom without a goodbye to Demarco. “They might have gone there.”
Merlin wanted to point out that Gwen didn’t have a key to his flat, but he just sighed, deciding that the prince wouldn’t pay any attention to him if he did. Arthur obviously wanted to go to the flat plain and simple, and suddenly Merlin was tired and just wanted to change into something comfortable and collapse on the sofa as well.
Plus, he still felt guilty as hell for having eavesdropped on Arthur and Sophia’s conversation, so, if only for tonight, he was silent and complacent and went along without any complaint.Read Next Chapter