Questioning Morality; Merlin RPF
Title: Questioning Morality
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Angel/Bradley, imagined Angel/Santiago, Colin
Warnings: It's RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Think first, ask questions later...
Author Notes: For my wonderful mustbethursday3 <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
Being in a relationship with Bradley James is, in a word, tiring.
He is by no means a demanding lover. More often than not he is tired when he finally gets home from shoots and only wants to sleep. On the rare occasion that he has the day off the chance that Angel does as well is slim.
Once in a blue moon they will have a day off together and they will spend it relaxing, reading books and listening to music. If they are in the UK they would watch god-awful day time television and if they were in France hey were more likely to go out in the town trying out their dwindling French abilities.
Of course that isn’t all they do. They’ve been together for over a year so the act of making love is something they’ve entered into many a time. It’s not something they particularly talk about, especially with their close friends being that they spend all day every day with one of seven people.
No, being in a relationship with Bradley James isn’t tiring because of rampant sexapades but because he really needs to keep his head screwed on when it comes to his over-active imagination.
He’s the type of bloke who gets jealous easily. He knows full well that Angel is good friends with all of the guys on set, with their being only one other female cast member it would be impossible for her not to be.
There is this annoying switch in Bradley’s brain that he cannot turn off. He knows that they are all actors. He is paid to make googly eyes at his girlfriend but he isn’t the only one.
Santiago Cabrera is too.
X
There wasn’t just one occasion where Bradley could say he got jealous of the friendship his girlfriend appeared to have with this rival of his character’s love but many.
One day when Bradley was a little behind in the lunch queue he had his eyes on Angel, waiting until he could catch up with her and find out what the second unit had been up to and how shooting had gone that morning.
Only, she was too short (not for Bradley of course, she’s the perfect height for him) and she couldn’t quiet see what was on offer from catering. As a friendly gesture Santiago placed his hand on the small of her back as she went onto her tiptoes to look. It’s all just to balance her but something in Bradley spat like a cat facing its nemesis. Santiago shouldn’t be touching somebody else’s girlfriend like that, he really shouldn’t.
He put it to the back of his mind because the second he sat beside Angel to eat her foot played with his under the table and when she finished eating she rested her head against his shoulder and had her hand on his leg too far up to merely be friendly, making Bradley wish that they were away from set and back in their flat.
X
It was a few days later when jealousy gets the better of Bradley again. They’ve since travelled back out to France, settled in their rooms and are now shooting for the final time that series in the castle and its surrounding area.
It’s an established fact in the script that Gwen is Arthur’s girl and she’s not turning her back on him any time soon. Yet Angel and Santiago seem to be having more scenes together in one episode that Bradley gets with her in an entire series.
That alone doesn’t make him green; it’s the fact that they were sat on the other side of the courtyard in the sun laughing at some in joke as Angel has her hand on Santiago’s forearm. Maybe she didn’t realise she was doing it, or maybe it is a calculated move to make him jealous, either way it does and he can’t hack it. He has to walk away; hiding in the corridors of the castle away from the eyes of fans that were there to watch and away from the sight of his girlfriend’s open flirting with another man.
X
It is Colin who noticed Bradley’s negative change in mood first. Perhaps it was the amount of time the two men spent together that made him more aware of any change in the way Bradley held himself.
“What is up with you?” the Irishman asked when it was just the pair of them.
“Nothing.”
“That’s not your nothing face,” Colin probed only to be ignored flatly by his friend, “Okay then.”
He noticed how Bradley was transfixed on his iPod despite the fact that Angel was in the next room. She’s filming in a corridor with Santiago all afternoon and normally Bradley would jump at the chance to go and bug her, but somehow not today.
“Suit yourself.”
X
What Bradley saw as the last straw was when he was walking down the hotel corridor towards his (and Angel’s at that) room and he spotted his other half standing in a doorway that wasn’t there’s. He knows exactly whose it is, he didn’t even need to think about it.
What he did need to think about however was her going onto her tiptoes and kissing the man without so little as a thought towards him.
Bradley turned on his heel and walked back towards the lift. He didn’t need to be awake until later tomorrow, he’d got the morning off and was filming the night shoot. And he could really do with a beer, maybe even a shot of vodka.
X
A few hours later and he could feel a warmth by his side. A warmth he didn’t know he’d been missing until it was back.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” her voice sounded, her hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t know why.”
“Perhaps because you said three minutes and you’ve been gone three hours,” he sharply tugged his shoulder away from her hand and turns his attention fully to the Jack on the Rocks he has in his hand, “What’s up with you?”
“Why don’t you ask Mr Fan-fuckng-Tastic?”
“Who?” she asks genuinely confused.
“The man you were kissing earlier.”
“I haven’t kissed anybody but you-“
“Don’t lie to me, Angel.”
“I’m not lying to you. I’ve not- Oh.”
“Oh? Is that it?”
“I kissed him on the cheek, Bradley, the cheek because he’s going back home tomorrow and he gave me my birthday present a few weeks late. It was a thank-you-and-see-you-soon kiss. Not a ‘let’s have mad passionate sex whilst Bradley’s back is turned’.”
“That’s what it seemed like to me.”
“That’s because you’re drunk and you’re seeing things you stupid oaf.”
“Great, now I’m an oaf.”
“Yes, you are, actually. And a lump, and a lummox, and a bit of a twat, actually.”
“Thanks, Aniigel.”
“And you’re overreacting. I thought coming to find you to take you to bed was a good idea. Maybe not,” she moved off back towards the hotel bar door, ready to exit and find the lift. Bradley noticed that she was in her pyjamas, his t-shirt which drowned her and her baggy jogging bottoms that she’d never worn for exercise before (only prior to it).
X
Bradley quietly snuck into their hotel room. Angel had switched the lights off and was sleeping near the edge of her side of the bed. He guiltily chewed on his lip as he quietly tiptoed across the room trying his hardest not to stand on their lived-out-of suitcases and his explosion of clothes on the floor.
He slipped off his t-shirt and trousers and climbs beneath the scratchy coverlet. He didn’t even attempt to slip his arm around her waist as she slept.
X
He remained quiet as he sat in the back of the car on the way to base camp. He stuck his iPod headphones in and turned his music up. He didn’t want to talk to people. He felt bad enough as it was, he didn’t need people telling him that Angel was in a bad mood or seemed a little upset.
When he reached base camp they were already lining up to eat. Angel hadn’t elbowed her way through to the front of the queue and she wasn’t speaking to Katie or Colin or even Rupert. She had her head down and was looking at her feet. She was rubbing her arms against the breeze.
Bradley approached her, pulling his hoodie over his head and offering it out to her.
“I’m sorry,” he stated clear as day. She looked up at him with a small smile on her face and accepted the hoodie from him. It was still warm and she inhaled as she pulled it over her head, it smelt of him. It came down to half way down her thighs, the sleeves were far to long and she lost all sense of a figure but at least she was warmer.
Bradley reached his hands gently around the back of her neck and eased her hair out from the neckline and allowed her curls to fall loosely over her shoulders, “I’m sorry,” he repeated and gently kissed her on the forehead. Wordlessly she poked her fingers out from the extra long sleeves and gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling him into her and hugging him around his middle.
“I won’t be such an envious twat in the future,” he said into her hair, “I promise.”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Angel/Bradley, imagined Angel/Santiago, Colin
Warnings: It's RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Think first, ask questions later...
Author Notes: For my wonderful mustbethursday3 <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
Being in a relationship with Bradley James is, in a word, tiring.
He is by no means a demanding lover. More often than not he is tired when he finally gets home from shoots and only wants to sleep. On the rare occasion that he has the day off the chance that Angel does as well is slim.
Once in a blue moon they will have a day off together and they will spend it relaxing, reading books and listening to music. If they are in the UK they would watch god-awful day time television and if they were in France hey were more likely to go out in the town trying out their dwindling French abilities.
Of course that isn’t all they do. They’ve been together for over a year so the act of making love is something they’ve entered into many a time. It’s not something they particularly talk about, especially with their close friends being that they spend all day every day with one of seven people.
No, being in a relationship with Bradley James isn’t tiring because of rampant sexapades but because he really needs to keep his head screwed on when it comes to his over-active imagination.
He’s the type of bloke who gets jealous easily. He knows full well that Angel is good friends with all of the guys on set, with their being only one other female cast member it would be impossible for her not to be.
There is this annoying switch in Bradley’s brain that he cannot turn off. He knows that they are all actors. He is paid to make googly eyes at his girlfriend but he isn’t the only one.
Santiago Cabrera is too.
X
There wasn’t just one occasion where Bradley could say he got jealous of the friendship his girlfriend appeared to have with this rival of his character’s love but many.
One day when Bradley was a little behind in the lunch queue he had his eyes on Angel, waiting until he could catch up with her and find out what the second unit had been up to and how shooting had gone that morning.
Only, she was too short (not for Bradley of course, she’s the perfect height for him) and she couldn’t quiet see what was on offer from catering. As a friendly gesture Santiago placed his hand on the small of her back as she went onto her tiptoes to look. It’s all just to balance her but something in Bradley spat like a cat facing its nemesis. Santiago shouldn’t be touching somebody else’s girlfriend like that, he really shouldn’t.
He put it to the back of his mind because the second he sat beside Angel to eat her foot played with his under the table and when she finished eating she rested her head against his shoulder and had her hand on his leg too far up to merely be friendly, making Bradley wish that they were away from set and back in their flat.
X
It was a few days later when jealousy gets the better of Bradley again. They’ve since travelled back out to France, settled in their rooms and are now shooting for the final time that series in the castle and its surrounding area.
It’s an established fact in the script that Gwen is Arthur’s girl and she’s not turning her back on him any time soon. Yet Angel and Santiago seem to be having more scenes together in one episode that Bradley gets with her in an entire series.
That alone doesn’t make him green; it’s the fact that they were sat on the other side of the courtyard in the sun laughing at some in joke as Angel has her hand on Santiago’s forearm. Maybe she didn’t realise she was doing it, or maybe it is a calculated move to make him jealous, either way it does and he can’t hack it. He has to walk away; hiding in the corridors of the castle away from the eyes of fans that were there to watch and away from the sight of his girlfriend’s open flirting with another man.
X
It is Colin who noticed Bradley’s negative change in mood first. Perhaps it was the amount of time the two men spent together that made him more aware of any change in the way Bradley held himself.
“What is up with you?” the Irishman asked when it was just the pair of them.
“Nothing.”
“That’s not your nothing face,” Colin probed only to be ignored flatly by his friend, “Okay then.”
He noticed how Bradley was transfixed on his iPod despite the fact that Angel was in the next room. She’s filming in a corridor with Santiago all afternoon and normally Bradley would jump at the chance to go and bug her, but somehow not today.
“Suit yourself.”
X
What Bradley saw as the last straw was when he was walking down the hotel corridor towards his (and Angel’s at that) room and he spotted his other half standing in a doorway that wasn’t there’s. He knows exactly whose it is, he didn’t even need to think about it.
What he did need to think about however was her going onto her tiptoes and kissing the man without so little as a thought towards him.
Bradley turned on his heel and walked back towards the lift. He didn’t need to be awake until later tomorrow, he’d got the morning off and was filming the night shoot. And he could really do with a beer, maybe even a shot of vodka.
X
A few hours later and he could feel a warmth by his side. A warmth he didn’t know he’d been missing until it was back.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” her voice sounded, her hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t know why.”
“Perhaps because you said three minutes and you’ve been gone three hours,” he sharply tugged his shoulder away from her hand and turns his attention fully to the Jack on the Rocks he has in his hand, “What’s up with you?”
“Why don’t you ask Mr Fan-fuckng-Tastic?”
“Who?” she asks genuinely confused.
“The man you were kissing earlier.”
“I haven’t kissed anybody but you-“
“Don’t lie to me, Angel.”
“I’m not lying to you. I’ve not- Oh.”
“Oh? Is that it?”
“I kissed him on the cheek, Bradley, the cheek because he’s going back home tomorrow and he gave me my birthday present a few weeks late. It was a thank-you-and-see-you-soon kiss. Not a ‘let’s have mad passionate sex whilst Bradley’s back is turned’.”
“That’s what it seemed like to me.”
“That’s because you’re drunk and you’re seeing things you stupid oaf.”
“Great, now I’m an oaf.”
“Yes, you are, actually. And a lump, and a lummox, and a bit of a twat, actually.”
“Thanks, Aniigel.”
“And you’re overreacting. I thought coming to find you to take you to bed was a good idea. Maybe not,” she moved off back towards the hotel bar door, ready to exit and find the lift. Bradley noticed that she was in her pyjamas, his t-shirt which drowned her and her baggy jogging bottoms that she’d never worn for exercise before (only prior to it).
X
Bradley quietly snuck into their hotel room. Angel had switched the lights off and was sleeping near the edge of her side of the bed. He guiltily chewed on his lip as he quietly tiptoed across the room trying his hardest not to stand on their lived-out-of suitcases and his explosion of clothes on the floor.
He slipped off his t-shirt and trousers and climbs beneath the scratchy coverlet. He didn’t even attempt to slip his arm around her waist as she slept.
X
He remained quiet as he sat in the back of the car on the way to base camp. He stuck his iPod headphones in and turned his music up. He didn’t want to talk to people. He felt bad enough as it was, he didn’t need people telling him that Angel was in a bad mood or seemed a little upset.
When he reached base camp they were already lining up to eat. Angel hadn’t elbowed her way through to the front of the queue and she wasn’t speaking to Katie or Colin or even Rupert. She had her head down and was looking at her feet. She was rubbing her arms against the breeze.
Bradley approached her, pulling his hoodie over his head and offering it out to her.
“I’m sorry,” he stated clear as day. She looked up at him with a small smile on her face and accepted the hoodie from him. It was still warm and she inhaled as she pulled it over her head, it smelt of him. It came down to half way down her thighs, the sleeves were far to long and she lost all sense of a figure but at least she was warmer.
Bradley reached his hands gently around the back of her neck and eased her hair out from the neckline and allowed her curls to fall loosely over her shoulders, “I’m sorry,” he repeated and gently kissed her on the forehead. Wordlessly she poked her fingers out from the extra long sleeves and gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling him into her and hugging him around his middle.
“I won’t be such an envious twat in the future,” he said into her hair, “I promise.”