If only this were a fairy tale, then I could kiss him awake Ch 1/?
Title: If only this were a fairy tale, then I could kiss him awake.
Author: Mishme
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: nc-17, or at least it will be at later chapters.
Summary: Merlin is a long term care nurse (he deals with coma patients), and although he cares for all his patients he has one favorite, whom he is pretty sure is a complete prat, what happens when the prat wakes up...
Notes: First time posting here and I'm completely nervous, not too mention this story is not what I had in mind when I started writing, but I'll do my best and I hope you like it. I suck at spelling and am a newb at live journal, so feel free to correct me.
Comments are love :)
Chapter 1
“Mr. Pendragon threw Val’s entire portfolio in the trash when Val proposed his stupid Ad idea for the Cystopurin account.” Will said, as he sipped his coffee.
Merlin just laughed, working mercilessly on his own ad, even though it wasn’t anywhere near as high profile as the ones Valiant worked on.
“It was kind of brilliant though, in its own way, you have to admit, I mean how could twenty naked women in a shower not be brilliant?” Will said.
“When it’s for medicine for bladder infections.” Merlin answered snarkly, still laughing.
“You think you could do any better?” Merlin’s head snaps up to see a young gorgeous blond man in an expensive suit, probably one of the main designers who think they’re better than everyone else, standing over his desk.
“Well I wouldn’t rub youth and beauty in the faces of older people who are probably sensitive about their conditions and to proud to ask for help, instead of trying to bring myself to their level and connect with them.”
Will had been doing the ‘cut it out’ sign from behind the man, looking pale, and trying to get Merlin to shut up, but Merlin had no idea what his problem was and ignored him.
“And you think you have the ability to do that?” The man asked, sarcastically.
“Better than Valiant could anyways.” Merlin answered without hesitation, only to have the man raise his eyebrow at him
“Okay than, be ready to present at 6p.m tomorrow.” The man said as he strutted away.
“Wait, what?” Merlin asked, but the man was already gone.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Will asked sharply.
“He was being a prat.” Merlin said with a shrug.
“You have no idea who that was, do you?” Will asked disbelievingly as Merlin shook his head with another shrug, “That was Arthur Pendragon, and now you’re screwed.”
“That was Arthur Pendragon, I thought he’d be older or something.” Merlin did a double take, even though he knew that the man was long gone, “I’m gonna get fired…” He said once he finally stopped gaping.
“You better get to work…” Will said, Merlin just stared at him blankly, “You’ve got a presentation to prepare by tomorrow if you want any chance at keeping your job.”
“What? I can’t do that… It’s a major account.” Merlin answered.
“Come on, you’re more talented than any of those pricks, I know you can do it, besides if you get fired who will I hang out with?” Will asked with a smile.
Merlin looked at him like he was crazy, but still took all of his work home with him, it didn’t hurt to try, he told himself. Merlin worked all through the night, on an ad that technically wasn’t his job, and by 4 pm he had just finished, only getting two hours sleep since Arthur had stood by his desk.
After a quick nap, and smoothing out his hair, Merlin nervously walked over to the main conference room, nervous that Arthur had just been winding him up and that no one would be there, and even more nervous that they would be.
He walked into a room full of beautiful people in expensive suits, all looking like the would rather shoot themselves in the foot, and get the blood on their custom tailored suits, than listen to him talk.
Arthur, at the head of the table, looked ready to see Merlin make a fool of himself, yet his eyes dared Merlin to prove him wrong.
Merlin did his best to ignore their judgments as he gave his presentation, his hands shaking and nearly dropping the pictures he had printed out.
Yet somehow he survived, without making too much of a full of himself, the people actually considering using his ad.
Merlin waited outside the room while they discussed, suddenly the door opened, Arthur walking towards him with a huge smile on his face, Merlin couldn’t beli….
Merlin was jerked awake by his alarm clock, blaring at him and showing that he had once again slept through the first alarm.
Merlin jumped up and quickly pulled on some clothes, he hated having to waste his morning getting dressed when he was just going to change into scrubs at the hospital, and grabbed a quick breakfast on his way out the door.
As Merlin went through his morning routine at work, he scoffed at his dream, just the idea of him being a graphic designer was enough to make anyone laugh. It wasn’t that he wasn’t creative, he had an imagination to rival Walt Disney’s, but technology, computers in particular, tended to hate him. Although, some parts of the dream were based on reality; Will was Merlin’s co-worker and friend, Pendragon Advertising was the best around, and, unfortunately, Merlin really did have to deal with bladder infections and the medicine involved, though he greatly doubted that Cystopurin would be a main account for a company as big as Pendragon.
As a long term care nurse, or as his friend Gwaine called it, a diaper changer for vegetables, bladder infections and the like were part of Merlin’s job. Despite the crap his friends gave him, Merlin was proud of his job, he took care of people who couldn’t take care of themselves, and although his patients themselves may not have noticed, Merlin liked to think he at least helped their families. And for those without families, he gave them somebody who cared, who, despite the fact that they were in comas, would notice if they weren’t there.
And Merlin did care about his patients, each was an individual to him despite their comatose state, and he treated them at such. For example; he brought the young Freya flowers every week, lighting candles and playing soft music that he would never dare to play for Cenred, who seemed to like his room dark and enjoy a firmer bed and softer sheets.
Of course his patients never gave any response, but Merlin just seemed to have a feel for these things, just like he knew to bring the newspaper everyday to read the business section to his last patient of the day, because he would want to hear how his father’s company is doing.
Merlin sighed as he entered Arthur’s red and gold room, looking down at the man who had been so lively and handsome in his dream last night, laying pale and sickly, where he’d been for the last two years.
on to chapter 2
Author: Mishme
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: nc-17, or at least it will be at later chapters.
Summary: Merlin is a long term care nurse (he deals with coma patients), and although he cares for all his patients he has one favorite, whom he is pretty sure is a complete prat, what happens when the prat wakes up...
Notes: First time posting here and I'm completely nervous, not too mention this story is not what I had in mind when I started writing, but I'll do my best and I hope you like it. I suck at spelling and am a newb at live journal, so feel free to correct me.
Comments are love :)
Chapter 1
“Mr. Pendragon threw Val’s entire portfolio in the trash when Val proposed his stupid Ad idea for the Cystopurin account.” Will said, as he sipped his coffee.
Merlin just laughed, working mercilessly on his own ad, even though it wasn’t anywhere near as high profile as the ones Valiant worked on.
“It was kind of brilliant though, in its own way, you have to admit, I mean how could twenty naked women in a shower not be brilliant?” Will said.
“When it’s for medicine for bladder infections.” Merlin answered snarkly, still laughing.
“You think you could do any better?” Merlin’s head snaps up to see a young gorgeous blond man in an expensive suit, probably one of the main designers who think they’re better than everyone else, standing over his desk.
“Well I wouldn’t rub youth and beauty in the faces of older people who are probably sensitive about their conditions and to proud to ask for help, instead of trying to bring myself to their level and connect with them.”
Will had been doing the ‘cut it out’ sign from behind the man, looking pale, and trying to get Merlin to shut up, but Merlin had no idea what his problem was and ignored him.
“And you think you have the ability to do that?” The man asked, sarcastically.
“Better than Valiant could anyways.” Merlin answered without hesitation, only to have the man raise his eyebrow at him
“Okay than, be ready to present at 6p.m tomorrow.” The man said as he strutted away.
“Wait, what?” Merlin asked, but the man was already gone.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Will asked sharply.
“He was being a prat.” Merlin said with a shrug.
“You have no idea who that was, do you?” Will asked disbelievingly as Merlin shook his head with another shrug, “That was Arthur Pendragon, and now you’re screwed.”
“That was Arthur Pendragon, I thought he’d be older or something.” Merlin did a double take, even though he knew that the man was long gone, “I’m gonna get fired…” He said once he finally stopped gaping.
“You better get to work…” Will said, Merlin just stared at him blankly, “You’ve got a presentation to prepare by tomorrow if you want any chance at keeping your job.”
“What? I can’t do that… It’s a major account.” Merlin answered.
“Come on, you’re more talented than any of those pricks, I know you can do it, besides if you get fired who will I hang out with?” Will asked with a smile.
Merlin looked at him like he was crazy, but still took all of his work home with him, it didn’t hurt to try, he told himself. Merlin worked all through the night, on an ad that technically wasn’t his job, and by 4 pm he had just finished, only getting two hours sleep since Arthur had stood by his desk.
After a quick nap, and smoothing out his hair, Merlin nervously walked over to the main conference room, nervous that Arthur had just been winding him up and that no one would be there, and even more nervous that they would be.
He walked into a room full of beautiful people in expensive suits, all looking like the would rather shoot themselves in the foot, and get the blood on their custom tailored suits, than listen to him talk.
Arthur, at the head of the table, looked ready to see Merlin make a fool of himself, yet his eyes dared Merlin to prove him wrong.
Merlin did his best to ignore their judgments as he gave his presentation, his hands shaking and nearly dropping the pictures he had printed out.
Yet somehow he survived, without making too much of a full of himself, the people actually considering using his ad.
Merlin waited outside the room while they discussed, suddenly the door opened, Arthur walking towards him with a huge smile on his face, Merlin couldn’t beli….
Merlin was jerked awake by his alarm clock, blaring at him and showing that he had once again slept through the first alarm.
Merlin jumped up and quickly pulled on some clothes, he hated having to waste his morning getting dressed when he was just going to change into scrubs at the hospital, and grabbed a quick breakfast on his way out the door.
As Merlin went through his morning routine at work, he scoffed at his dream, just the idea of him being a graphic designer was enough to make anyone laugh. It wasn’t that he wasn’t creative, he had an imagination to rival Walt Disney’s, but technology, computers in particular, tended to hate him. Although, some parts of the dream were based on reality; Will was Merlin’s co-worker and friend, Pendragon Advertising was the best around, and, unfortunately, Merlin really did have to deal with bladder infections and the medicine involved, though he greatly doubted that Cystopurin would be a main account for a company as big as Pendragon.
As a long term care nurse, or as his friend Gwaine called it, a diaper changer for vegetables, bladder infections and the like were part of Merlin’s job. Despite the crap his friends gave him, Merlin was proud of his job, he took care of people who couldn’t take care of themselves, and although his patients themselves may not have noticed, Merlin liked to think he at least helped their families. And for those without families, he gave them somebody who cared, who, despite the fact that they were in comas, would notice if they weren’t there.
And Merlin did care about his patients, each was an individual to him despite their comatose state, and he treated them at such. For example; he brought the young Freya flowers every week, lighting candles and playing soft music that he would never dare to play for Cenred, who seemed to like his room dark and enjoy a firmer bed and softer sheets.
Of course his patients never gave any response, but Merlin just seemed to have a feel for these things, just like he knew to bring the newspaper everyday to read the business section to his last patient of the day, because he would want to hear how his father’s company is doing.
Merlin sighed as he entered Arthur’s red and gold room, looking down at the man who had been so lively and handsome in his dream last night, laying pale and sickly, where he’d been for the last two years.
on to chapter 2