Fic: Yielding Parry
Title: Yielding Parry
Author: phantomreviewer
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur, Arthur/Sophia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Belongs to the BBC (basically...)
Warnings: cheating!Arthur.
A/N: Companion piece to ‘Disengage’. You need to read ‘Disengage’ first, otherwise this one makes very little sense. And I’m sorry? I’m very evil.
Summary: And felt an odd feeling in his stomach when it was Sophia and not Merlin who came to congratulate him.
Sophia was young, beautiful and French.
It hadn’t been his fault that- after a few drinks- they got on wonderfully. And he couldn’t deny a friendship with a beautiful woman.
Merlin had texted him the next day, still hungover Arthur tapped out a message and went back to sleep.
He saw that he had a missed call when he’d woken up, showered and dressed and his finger was hovering above redial when Sophia knocked on the door and volunteered to show him the sites.
Merlin always loved culture, and it would be better to ring back when he had something to say no?
However, he kept spending more and more time with Sophia with less and less valid reasons forming in his head.
And it wasn’t his fault that the French were… touchy.
It was just a kiss on a cheek.
A chaste one on the lips.
And another, and another.
The actual tournament didn’t seem very exciting compared to this.
There was an unheard left on his phone, which he vaguely registered but didn’t feel the need to listen too. It was all so far away.
He won, of course. And felt an odd feeling in his stomach when it was Sophia and not Merlin who came to congratulate him.
He went out anyway.
And did anything to get rid of that feeling in his gut.
Sophia led them back to her hotel room that evening.
They didn’t leave until Christmas morning, giggling and tispy and light enough to have forgotten the cares and worries that they had.
And if Arthur said someone else’s name when he kissed her…
She giggled and grabbed his phone.
“So many texts, someone loves you… who’s Morga?”
Arthur smiled.
“Morgana, she’s my sister.”
Sophia looked scandalised.
“She’s sent you a photo, Arthur. She’s not one of those girls’ is she?”
She opened the text and viewed the two photos of Merlin in costume.
“Oh doesn’t he look stupid. What does he think he looks like? Why would you have pictures of nancy boys on your phone? I should delete it. Pah, she’s labelled it ‘Your Prince Charming’. Obviously doesn’t know you very well at all.”
And Arthur shook his head and reached for the phone, but Sophia deleted the pictures anyway.
“That’s better. Now… I’ll be Sleeping Beauty…”
Arthur felt immediately sober.
“I think you should… I think you should go.”
She batted her eyelids at him.
“Oh Arthur, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Why don’t we just…”
But Arthur shook his head.
“I really think that you should go.”
“But why?”
He tried to mouth Merlin’s name but no sound came out.
“… I’ve got someone. Back home.”
Sophia’s eyes bulged and then her mouth fell open as she looked between the phone and Arthur’s face.
“You’re disgusting. You… you’re a…?”
She made a face that was almost a dry retch before she flung herself out of the room.
He leant and cradled his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
Not knowing how to face Merlin he found it easier not to. He found it easier to wander Southern France, trying to find the culture and buy the postcards that Merlin would have wanted. As if he could convince himself that that had been all that he was doing.
He missed his flight out because he was a coward.
He should have rung, should have explained it all, but he didn’t, he couldn’t.
Merlin was always braver than him at these things.
“What was his name?”
He shook his head and looked to the ground. How could Merlin think that he would debase their relationship- even though he had- with so much certainty, shouldn’t there be more trust. But who was he to say? All he could answer was.
“Her.”
Does anyone want to be arty for me? I'd love to see some pictures of some of these scenes from these stories, but I have no talent :-( Okay... I just want to see Arthur in his fencing outfit but give a girl some pleasures. *flutters eyelashes* I can do more fic, cheerful fic even. I'm good a bribes really and I'd really like some pretty to go along side this fencing!AU series.
Author: phantomreviewer
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur, Arthur/Sophia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Belongs to the BBC (basically...)
Warnings: cheating!Arthur.
A/N: Companion piece to ‘Disengage’. You need to read ‘Disengage’ first, otherwise this one makes very little sense. And I’m sorry? I’m very evil.
Summary: And felt an odd feeling in his stomach when it was Sophia and not Merlin who came to congratulate him.
Sophia was young, beautiful and French.
It hadn’t been his fault that- after a few drinks- they got on wonderfully. And he couldn’t deny a friendship with a beautiful woman.
Merlin had texted him the next day, still hungover Arthur tapped out a message and went back to sleep.
He saw that he had a missed call when he’d woken up, showered and dressed and his finger was hovering above redial when Sophia knocked on the door and volunteered to show him the sites.
Merlin always loved culture, and it would be better to ring back when he had something to say no?
However, he kept spending more and more time with Sophia with less and less valid reasons forming in his head.
And it wasn’t his fault that the French were… touchy.
It was just a kiss on a cheek.
A chaste one on the lips.
And another, and another.
The actual tournament didn’t seem very exciting compared to this.
There was an unheard left on his phone, which he vaguely registered but didn’t feel the need to listen too. It was all so far away.
He won, of course. And felt an odd feeling in his stomach when it was Sophia and not Merlin who came to congratulate him.
He went out anyway.
And did anything to get rid of that feeling in his gut.
Sophia led them back to her hotel room that evening.
They didn’t leave until Christmas morning, giggling and tispy and light enough to have forgotten the cares and worries that they had.
And if Arthur said someone else’s name when he kissed her…
She giggled and grabbed his phone.
“So many texts, someone loves you… who’s Morga?”
Arthur smiled.
“Morgana, she’s my sister.”
Sophia looked scandalised.
“She’s sent you a photo, Arthur. She’s not one of those girls’ is she?”
She opened the text and viewed the two photos of Merlin in costume.
“Oh doesn’t he look stupid. What does he think he looks like? Why would you have pictures of nancy boys on your phone? I should delete it. Pah, she’s labelled it ‘Your Prince Charming’. Obviously doesn’t know you very well at all.”
And Arthur shook his head and reached for the phone, but Sophia deleted the pictures anyway.
“That’s better. Now… I’ll be Sleeping Beauty…”
Arthur felt immediately sober.
“I think you should… I think you should go.”
She batted her eyelids at him.
“Oh Arthur, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Why don’t we just…”
But Arthur shook his head.
“I really think that you should go.”
“But why?”
He tried to mouth Merlin’s name but no sound came out.
“… I’ve got someone. Back home.”
Sophia’s eyes bulged and then her mouth fell open as she looked between the phone and Arthur’s face.
“You’re disgusting. You… you’re a…?”
She made a face that was almost a dry retch before she flung herself out of the room.
He leant and cradled his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
Not knowing how to face Merlin he found it easier not to. He found it easier to wander Southern France, trying to find the culture and buy the postcards that Merlin would have wanted. As if he could convince himself that that had been all that he was doing.
He missed his flight out because he was a coward.
He should have rung, should have explained it all, but he didn’t, he couldn’t.
Merlin was always braver than him at these things.
“What was his name?”
He shook his head and looked to the ground. How could Merlin think that he would debase their relationship- even though he had- with so much certainty, shouldn’t there be more trust. But who was he to say? All he could answer was.
“Her.”
Does anyone want to be arty for me? I'd love to see some pictures of some of these scenes from these stories, but I have no talent :-( Okay... I just want to see Arthur in his fencing outfit but give a girl some pleasures. *flutters eyelashes* I can do more fic, cheerful fic even. I'm good a bribes really and I'd really like some pretty to go along side this fencing!AU series.