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cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am
cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am
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Prompting Post V
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fake relationship
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 09:24 am (UTC)(link)Feeling charitable, Douglas steps in and introduces himself as Martin's boyfriend/fiance/husband, pleased to meet you, now please leave the love of my life alone and go away before I hurt you.
The man introduces himself as Simon Crieff and invites them both to Martin's mother's birthday dinner, which, conveniently, happens to be the next day, while they're still in town.
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Me being me I of course hope for D/M in the end but I second seeing Martin in your scenario in any way!!
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 09:47 am (UTC)(link)no subject
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Fill: Fake Relationship (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-16 01:41 am (UTC)(link)Even from across the room, Douglas could see that whatever was happening at his table was not good. He'd only left for a few minutes to use the toilet, but Martin, being Martin, had somehow managed to incur someone's wrath in that time. Douglas sighed, shaking his head as he walked back towards their table. The closer he got, however, the more it seemed like the argument was different than normal. Martin looked...well, he looked even more pathetic than usual to be quite honest. Martin was slumped down in his seat, and he stared resolutely at his half eaten meal, while the man across the table simply looked smug. By now, Douglas was close enough to hear the conversation, and he didn't like it one bit.
“I-I am here with someone, I really am,” Martin stuttered, still refusing to make eye contact. “I mean, he's not here right at the moment. You can see that, obviously, but he's just gone to the toilet, and I-”
The stranger sitting across from Martin snorted, interrupting him. “Right, of course, he slipped out at the exact moment I happened to show up, did he? There's no shame is just admitting it, you know. You're here, eating a meal you probably can't afford, all alone. It's all right, we all knew this would be how you ended up, so no surprises there. It's pathetic that you feel the need to lie to me about it, actually.”
A protective instinct he hadn't even known existed rose up in him, and Douglas cleared his throat as loudly as possible. Hearing the noise, Martin looked up at Douglas, his eyes wide and shining wetly.
Douglas' original plan had just been to tell the strange man at their table to kindly bugger off and let him finish his meal, but looking at Martin's face, he was hit with the urge to not only tell the abuser off, but also to make sure he left with a higher opinion of Martin. After all, if Douglas was forced to be associated with Martin, he didn't want people going around saying he was pathetic.
“I have absolutely no idea who you are, and I don't care enough to ask,” Douglas snapped, turning his attention to the unwanted interloper, the beginnings of a plan formulating in his head. “But I'm exhausted from flying all day, and I'd like to just sit down and have a meal with my husband, and you seem to be getting in the way of that.”
Martin's eyes widened at the word, and he shook his head slightly. Douglas ignored him. Richardsons did not do things by halves, and he'd be damned if he was about to leave this unfinished.“It was a very nice meal, actually, until you showed up. Now I'm afraid the company has rather taken a turn for the worse. Anyway, it's very nice to meet you,” he said, his voice dripping with as much sarcasm as he could muster. “But now, if you could kindly leave, and let Martin, the absolute love of my life, and I enjoy our meal, I'd appreciate it very much,” he said, using his favorite tone of voice- calm, collected, and completely in charge.
Perhaps he'd laid it on a little bit thick, but really, it was just disgusting that someone would pick on Martin that way. It was like beating a small puppy. A small puppy with no self esteem, and a bad complexion. Besides, Douglas was the one who'd invited Martin out for dinner, if anyone was going to make fun of him tonight, it'd be him.
The man sitting in Douglas' seat did not leave. “Really?” he said, slowly his gaze darting between Douglas and Martin. Martin sank down even further in his seat at the scrutiny, now refusing to look at either of them. “Husband, you said?”
Douglas nodded. “I can't help but notice that even though I very politely asked you to leave, you're still here.”
The man laughed. “I'm surprised you don't know who I am, but then again, Martin and I were never very close. I'm Simon, Martin's brother.”
Oh.
Well, wasn't this an interesting and unfortunate development. Now that he thought about it, he could see the resemblance between Martin and Simon, although Simon was taller than Martin, and dressed much better. And if he really searched his memory, he was sure that Martin had mentioned having family in Wokingham. Damn.
“This is perfect timing,” Simon continued. “Martin, I'm sure you haven't forgotten when mum's birthday is? You're just in time to come to her party and bring your...husband.” Simon glanced over at Douglas doubtfully, as if he didn't quite believe that Douglas and Martin were married. Douglas couldn't blame him. He was, after all, a fine specimen of a man, whereas Martin was...Martin. Still, Martin wasn't half bad once you got to know him, as long as you didn't mind his obsession with planes, and his atrocious social skills. It wasn't completely ridiculous to think that he might snag someone like Douglas.
“Well-” Martin started to speak, but Douglas smoothly interrupted. Martin was nearly as a bad a liar as Arthur when it came down to it.
“I'm afraid we can't, Simon. We're flying out the day after tomorrow, very early in the morning. Sorry about that.” Unfortunately, he'd just have to see it through and keep the ruse up. There was no going back now, not without humiliating Martin further, which would be more than a little counterproductive.
“Perfect! The dinner's tomorrow evening. I'm sure I'll see both of you there, right Martin?” Simon said, practically oozing smugness in his victory.
Martin mumbled something noncommittal.
“It's just a casual thing, at home, you remember how to get there,” Simon said, apparently not bothered by Martin's unusual quietness, or the fact that Douglas was still glaring at him. “I'm sure mum'll be dying to hear how you met your husband, and I know you have an excellent reason for why kept him from us.” When neither Martin or Douglas responded, Simon's grin widened. “Well, I'll leave you two to your date now,” he said, finally slipping out from Douglas' seat, and walking away, leaving behind a considerably awkward silence.
Re: Fill: Fake Relationship (1/?)
More Please? Pretty please?
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OP
(Anonymous) 2012-06-16 07:57 am (UTC)(link)The beginning is absolutely fantastic, I can't wait for more! Thank you so much for filling my prompt, and with something so lovely too :D
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Well written, perfectly IC and all together leaving me wish for MORE MORE MORE.
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Fill: Fake Relationship (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)“Douglas, what the hell was that?” Martin snapped, breaking the silence between them.
Well, that wasn't what Douglas had meant to happen at all. Martin was supposed to be grateful that Douglas had stood up for him, not annoyed. Although, to be fair, Douglas could see where he was coming from. It wasn't often that one of Douglas' schemes went awry, but this one had tumbled rather spectacularly off the rails.
“There was no need for you to step in and ruin everything like that!” Martin said, his voice getting higher and higher pitched with every word.
“Of course there was, he was being an absolute prick,” Douglas said.
“That's just how Simon is! It was fine, really. Fine. We were fine. I had under control and now-!” Martin's voice broke slightly, and then he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh, God, now I have to explain this to him and mum tomorrow. I'll never hear the end of this. Why did you have to do this?” he moaned.
It was the break in his voice that had Douglas shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Martin,” he said, as soothingly as possible. “God knows I'm not a man who enjoys admitting to fallibility, but I'm willing to concede that my actions made the situation worse.”
Martin snorted.
Douglas has known Martin long enough that he could sense the imminent breakdown. There were certain phases to it. First he would get angry, then he'd repeat himself incessantly, then stumble on his words, and if they were really, really unlucky, Martin would just say nothing and quietly panic to himself, essentially disappearing into himself to nurse his agony. Unfortunately, it seemed they were moving through the stages rather quickly, and considering he was the one who caused it...Douglas sighed, unable to believe he was about to suggest this. “You won't have to explain it to them Martin, calm down.”
Martin let out a high pitched laugh that was probably supposed to come off as disbelieving and condescending, but instead sounded panicked. “Oh, I'm supposed to just say we really are married, but you just couldn't make it to dinner?”
Leave it to Martin to miss the obvious solution. “No, you won't have to explain it them, because I'll go to the dinner, and pretend to be your husband.” It was a ridiculous idea, and he'd never live it down if anyone know, but Martin was looking spectacularly pathetic, and Douglas actually felt...guilty.
Martin stared at him, his mouth opening and closing slightly for a moment. “We can't do that,” he finally said.
Douglas snorted. “Of course we can! Who's going to be any wiser? If I say we're married, and you say we're married, it's not like they'll really question it.”
“No, but why would you do that?”
“Because your brother is an smug, condescending arshole. I know the type,” Douglas joked, gratified to see a ghost of a smile on Martin's face for a moment. “And there's nothing I love more than pulling one over smug, condescending arseholes. So, what do you say, darling?” he said, unable to resist teasing Martin some. “Oh, please say yes and make me the happiest man in all of Wokingham.”
Martin looked like he couldn't decide whether to agree to the scheme or punch Douglas. Finally, he spoke. “Fine, but if you tell anyone-”
Douglas waved aside his concerns. “As if I'd want word getting round about this. In fact, if anyone else ever finds out, I'll take it upon myself to ruin your life. But I don't mind if your horrible brother believes it for a night.”
Martin nodded. “Right. Okay.” He still looked unsure of himself, and now that Martin's anger was disappearing, the awkward silence threatened to return.
Douglas let it carry on for a few moment, before speaking as casually as possible. “Martin? Books and films that have a fruit in the title,” he announced. Martin glanced at him, momentarily confused. “I'll start. Grapes of Wrath. Your move.”
Recognizing the word game, a hesitant smile formed on Martin's lips, and he leaned back, obviously trying to think of one. If he thought Douglas was going to let him win though, just because he was being nice tonight, he had another thing coming.
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