Premonition

Merlin let off the last round of fireworks and Gwaine stared, entranced.
"Pretty... Merlin, I want to be sparkles."
"What...?"
"Make me sparkles!"
Merlin glanced at Arthur, bemused, and the king shrugged.
"He wants sparkles..."
"But I..."
Gwaine started whining.
"Sparkles magic man, I want sparkles! Make me SPARKLES!"
"FINE! YOU WANT SPARKLES? I'LL GIVE YOU SPARKLES!"
With a flick of his wrist, Gwaine was a living pile of fairy-dust, and happy as a... well, Gwaine.
As he ran out, whooping, Merlin blinked.
"Arthur...? I saw a vision of the future... Sparkly vampires..."
Arthur snorted.
"Sparkly vampires? Whatever next..."