Drabble: Best Man
Author: Gilli_ann
Title: Best Man
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Will
Summary: Merlin is home for the holidays, and phones his fiancée Prince Arthur
Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 409 Merriam-Webster word of the day: Obstinate
Author's Notes: Modern royal AU. This is a small sequel to my drabble holiday exchange fic 'Two sides of the same coin'.
Best Man
"I told Will about us tonight."
"How did it go?"
"Obviously we'd had a lot of pints by the time I got around to it..."
"Didn't go well, then?"
"There was yelling. About treachery and class warfare and such."
"Ouch."
"And his face! I've never seen quite that intense shade of purple."
"I'm sorry, Merlin. I know his opinion means a lot to you."
"Yeah. I was afraid he'd have a heart attack."
"So that's it, then?"
"I couldn't just leave it at that, you know?"
"Knowing you, no, you certainly couldn't."
"Honestly, I think what hurt him the most was that I hadn't told him about us before."
"That's understandable."
"It is! I should have-"
"But that's on me. I made you promise."
"I told him that. I talked a lot about you. He concluded that you're a posh git, the privileged embodiment of everything he's ever hated about royals."
"Strangely enough, I once knew this journalist fellow who thought exactly the same."
"Very witty."
"You're still on speaking terms, then?"
"Oh, we are. Will is obstinate, but he's been my best mate since we were four. He agreed to be my best man at the wedding!"
"...Say what?"
Title: Best Man
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Will
Summary: Merlin is home for the holidays, and phones his fiancée Prince Arthur
Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 409 Merriam-Webster word of the day: Obstinate
Author's Notes: Modern royal AU. This is a small sequel to my drabble holiday exchange fic 'Two sides of the same coin'.
Best Man
"I told Will about us tonight."
"How did it go?"
"Obviously we'd had a lot of pints by the time I got around to it..."
"Didn't go well, then?"
"There was yelling. About treachery and class warfare and such."
"Ouch."
"And his face! I've never seen quite that intense shade of purple."
"I'm sorry, Merlin. I know his opinion means a lot to you."
"Yeah. I was afraid he'd have a heart attack."
"So that's it, then?"
"I couldn't just leave it at that, you know?"
"Knowing you, no, you certainly couldn't."
"Honestly, I think what hurt him the most was that I hadn't told him about us before."
"That's understandable."
"It is! I should have-"
"But that's on me. I made you promise."
"I told him that. I talked a lot about you. He concluded that you're a posh git, the privileged embodiment of everything he's ever hated about royals."
"Strangely enough, I once knew this journalist fellow who thought exactly the same."
"Very witty."
"You're still on speaking terms, then?"
"Oh, we are. Will is obstinate, but he's been my best mate since we were four. He agreed to be my best man at the wedding!"
"...Say what?"