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Drastically Redefining Protocol by rageprufrock (NC-17)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: 46,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rageprufrock
Author Website: Glitterati
Why this must be read: Fantastic AU wherein Arthur is the modern day Prince of Wales, and Merlin is a medical student. Once they meet, they must deal with the tabloid press, paparazzi, scandal and King Uther. And it comes complete with graphic renditions of newspaper articles, leaked text messages, web sites and a gorgeous vid trailer. It's an entire package of glee!
There was a clatter of feet nearby and Arthur assessed his options. His bodyguards humored his questions when he'd been younger and still convinced that if only he tried hard enough, he could buck all the rules of the peerage and join the active service himself. In that spirit, he pressed himself against a wall, searching for an unlocked door until he finally ducked into a claustrophobically small room—black and smelling like hospital bleach and nicotine.
He'd barely managed to drag the door shut when somebody behind him shouted, "Don't! It—oh fuck. It locks from the outside, you sodding idiot!"
Arthur turned around toward where the voice had emerged, heart wild in his chest, lightheaded in surprise, and groped about for a light switch. "Excuse me?" he demanded.
"It doesn't matter anyway," the voice sulked, and suddenly there was the flicker of a lighter and the glowing orange coal-tip of a cigarette, suspended in the blackness of the tiny room. "We're just going to have to wait until his royal highness is done molesting the patients and hies himself away before we start shouting for a nurse to let us out."
Extremely put out, Arthur growled, "The Prince of Wales does not molest children."
"Right, like his visit to the hospital isn't the most astonishing exercise in royal onanism," the voice snorted, and the orange went obscured by a heavy cloud of smoke, filling the air over the cigarette before it blew right into Arthur's face. "And don't defend him—I know for a fact everybody's rounds were extended for this nonsense."
Arthur opened his mouth to demand just who this idiot thought he was, but all that came out was, "Are you smoking?"
"Chainsmoking," the voice answered, sounding glum about it. "I know. I know, the gross irony of being a medic and inhaling poison—I've heard it all."
"Are you smoking in a hospital?" Arthur demanded.
"Oh, fine, fine," the voice sighed, and Arthur felt, suddenly, a very warm palm, calloused from hard work, press something into his own hand, damp with sweat. "There you are—and don't go being uptight about it, okay? They're the best I can afford on my salary."
Which was how Arthur ended up smoking in what appeared to be a supply closet with some clearly-deserved-to-be-banished-from-the-national-health-system deviant. Who had been right, by the by, because it was a truly, truly foul cigarette Arthur found himself sucking on, and after a fit of somewhat embarrassing hacking, he managed, "Dear God, what are these?"
Drastically Redefining Protocol
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Length: 46,000 words
Author on LJ:
rageprufrockAuthor Website: Glitterati
Why this must be read: Fantastic AU wherein Arthur is the modern day Prince of Wales, and Merlin is a medical student. Once they meet, they must deal with the tabloid press, paparazzi, scandal and King Uther. And it comes complete with graphic renditions of newspaper articles, leaked text messages, web sites and a gorgeous vid trailer. It's an entire package of glee!
There was a clatter of feet nearby and Arthur assessed his options. His bodyguards humored his questions when he'd been younger and still convinced that if only he tried hard enough, he could buck all the rules of the peerage and join the active service himself. In that spirit, he pressed himself against a wall, searching for an unlocked door until he finally ducked into a claustrophobically small room—black and smelling like hospital bleach and nicotine.
He'd barely managed to drag the door shut when somebody behind him shouted, "Don't! It—oh fuck. It locks from the outside, you sodding idiot!"
Arthur turned around toward where the voice had emerged, heart wild in his chest, lightheaded in surprise, and groped about for a light switch. "Excuse me?" he demanded.
"It doesn't matter anyway," the voice sulked, and suddenly there was the flicker of a lighter and the glowing orange coal-tip of a cigarette, suspended in the blackness of the tiny room. "We're just going to have to wait until his royal highness is done molesting the patients and hies himself away before we start shouting for a nurse to let us out."
Extremely put out, Arthur growled, "The Prince of Wales does not molest children."
"Right, like his visit to the hospital isn't the most astonishing exercise in royal onanism," the voice snorted, and the orange went obscured by a heavy cloud of smoke, filling the air over the cigarette before it blew right into Arthur's face. "And don't defend him—I know for a fact everybody's rounds were extended for this nonsense."
Arthur opened his mouth to demand just who this idiot thought he was, but all that came out was, "Are you smoking?"
"Chainsmoking," the voice answered, sounding glum about it. "I know. I know, the gross irony of being a medic and inhaling poison—I've heard it all."
"Are you smoking in a hospital?" Arthur demanded.
"Oh, fine, fine," the voice sighed, and Arthur felt, suddenly, a very warm palm, calloused from hard work, press something into his own hand, damp with sweat. "There you are—and don't go being uptight about it, okay? They're the best I can afford on my salary."
Which was how Arthur ended up smoking in what appeared to be a supply closet with some clearly-deserved-to-be-banished-from-the-national-health-system deviant. Who had been right, by the by, because it was a truly, truly foul cigarette Arthur found himself sucking on, and after a fit of somewhat embarrassing hacking, he managed, "Dear God, what are these?"
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