Occupational Hazard; Merlin RPF
Title: Occupational Hazard
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Angel/Bradley, Colin, random crew
Warnings: It's RPF, tame RPF but 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: Working with Bradley is an occupational hazard.
Author Notes: For the lovely mustbethursday3 <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
They were stood in the middle of the set for Gwen’s house when Angel sneezed three times in quick succession.
“I know you love but, but I could do without sharing your germs,” Bradley said, wiping is costume sleeve for comic effect.
Angel could even reply for sneezing again. And again. She clutched at her nose and covered mouth and waved her hand manically around in front of her, “Somebody got a tissue? My wife needs one- owh!” he rubbed his shin turned back to look at her, “That hurt!” her expression read ‘boo for you’, “I’m never being nice to you again,” he stated as he handed the Kleenex he had acquired for her.
Once she had blown her nose and cleared it of snot she sniffed as if to showcase she could now breathe properly, “Thanks.,”
“Okay.”
“Okay, let’s get ready to shoot again. Bradley, go from your entrance,” he nodded in recognition. Colin reappeared from the other side of Gwen’s door ready to perform his best trick once again. He liked to call it ‘disappearing rabbit’. It consisted of Merlin making a quick exit so Arthur could steal a moment alone with Gwen.
“Alright Angel?” the Irishman asked.
“Yeah,” she laughed in return ready now to turn on the water works for the scene.
“Positions!” the first AD shouted, “Silence on set! Rolling. Annnnnn ACTION!”
Without knocking Bradley entered. Angel cried to Colin before being whisked into Bradley’s arms.
“I’ll just-“ Colin ran out and shut the door behind him.
Bradley kissed her on the top of her head then gently on her temple. All the time chanting ‘it’s okay. It’ll be okay’ at a whisper into her ear. IT was a tender moment that brought tears to the eyes of most of the crew.
Then Angel sneezed.
“If you really didn’t want me to hug you, you could just say. You didn’t need to head butt me.”
“Sorry,” she said through her hand, her eyes dry but her cheeks still streaming.
“Here,” he offered out a tissue and held it to her nose, “Blow,” she did, “Done?” she nodded, “Great,” he wiped around her nose and threw the tissue behind the cameras.
“If we get Angel’s close-ups before she gets too bunged up,” Julian said as he appeared beside the camera. The pair of them nodded and proceeded to embrace.
Whilst crying for the camera, Angel gripped his shirt with such force it crumpled the fabric. When ‘cut’ was called she let go and laughed as she smoothed out the material over his chest.
“If you’re that desperate to get my shirt off you can just ask instead of ripping it.”
“Noted,” and she sneezed again.
“What are you coming down with, Coulby?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Maybe she’s just allergic to you, Bradley,” Colin suggested from his new position behind the cameras.
“Let’s hope note,” Julian piped up before calling out the next shot. IT was Bradley’s turn for close-ups.
Another round of sympathetic ‘it’s okay’s later and I seemed that Angel’s sneezes had passed finally, “Okay guys, nice work. Something find the girl some more tissues!”
X
Achoo.
A-choo!
“New detergent?” Angel queried through her bunged up nose.
“Nope.”
“Cats? I can’t do cats.”
“No cats,” Bradley reassured her pulling another tissue from the box on his coffee table.
“New soap?”
“No?”
“New shampoo?”
“Nope.”
“Then what?” she blew her nose for what felt like the hundredth time that hour.
“Funny five minutes? Twice?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
X
“Right, this can’t be,” sneeze, “a coincidence! I was fine,” sneeze, “This morning!”
“Well it’s not me!” Bradley protested despite all facts stating otherwise.
“Who else is it then?”
“Colin?” Angel raised her eyebrow.
“He’s not here!”
“Maybe it’s your body’s way of telling you to stop fondling me so much,” he jested elbowing her in the side as she filled another tissue.
“Or Col’s right and I’m just allergic to you. You're an occupational hazard, James.”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Angel/Bradley, Colin, random crew
Warnings: It's RPF, tame RPF but 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: Working with Bradley is an occupational hazard.
Author Notes: For the lovely mustbethursday3 <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
They were stood in the middle of the set for Gwen’s house when Angel sneezed three times in quick succession.
“I know you love but, but I could do without sharing your germs,” Bradley said, wiping is costume sleeve for comic effect.
Angel could even reply for sneezing again. And again. She clutched at her nose and covered mouth and waved her hand manically around in front of her, “Somebody got a tissue? My wife needs one- owh!” he rubbed his shin turned back to look at her, “That hurt!” her expression read ‘boo for you’, “I’m never being nice to you again,” he stated as he handed the Kleenex he had acquired for her.
Once she had blown her nose and cleared it of snot she sniffed as if to showcase she could now breathe properly, “Thanks.,”
“Okay.”
“Okay, let’s get ready to shoot again. Bradley, go from your entrance,” he nodded in recognition. Colin reappeared from the other side of Gwen’s door ready to perform his best trick once again. He liked to call it ‘disappearing rabbit’. It consisted of Merlin making a quick exit so Arthur could steal a moment alone with Gwen.
“Alright Angel?” the Irishman asked.
“Yeah,” she laughed in return ready now to turn on the water works for the scene.
“Positions!” the first AD shouted, “Silence on set! Rolling. Annnnnn ACTION!”
Without knocking Bradley entered. Angel cried to Colin before being whisked into Bradley’s arms.
“I’ll just-“ Colin ran out and shut the door behind him.
Bradley kissed her on the top of her head then gently on her temple. All the time chanting ‘it’s okay. It’ll be okay’ at a whisper into her ear. IT was a tender moment that brought tears to the eyes of most of the crew.
Then Angel sneezed.
“If you really didn’t want me to hug you, you could just say. You didn’t need to head butt me.”
“Sorry,” she said through her hand, her eyes dry but her cheeks still streaming.
“Here,” he offered out a tissue and held it to her nose, “Blow,” she did, “Done?” she nodded, “Great,” he wiped around her nose and threw the tissue behind the cameras.
“If we get Angel’s close-ups before she gets too bunged up,” Julian said as he appeared beside the camera. The pair of them nodded and proceeded to embrace.
Whilst crying for the camera, Angel gripped his shirt with such force it crumpled the fabric. When ‘cut’ was called she let go and laughed as she smoothed out the material over his chest.
“If you’re that desperate to get my shirt off you can just ask instead of ripping it.”
“Noted,” and she sneezed again.
“What are you coming down with, Coulby?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Maybe she’s just allergic to you, Bradley,” Colin suggested from his new position behind the cameras.
“Let’s hope note,” Julian piped up before calling out the next shot. IT was Bradley’s turn for close-ups.
Another round of sympathetic ‘it’s okay’s later and I seemed that Angel’s sneezes had passed finally, “Okay guys, nice work. Something find the girl some more tissues!”
X
Achoo.
A-choo!
“New detergent?” Angel queried through her bunged up nose.
“Nope.”
“Cats? I can’t do cats.”
“No cats,” Bradley reassured her pulling another tissue from the box on his coffee table.
“New soap?”
“No?”
“New shampoo?”
“Nope.”
“Then what?” she blew her nose for what felt like the hundredth time that hour.
“Funny five minutes? Twice?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
X
“Right, this can’t be,” sneeze, “a coincidence! I was fine,” sneeze, “This morning!”
“Well it’s not me!” Bradley protested despite all facts stating otherwise.
“Who else is it then?”
“Colin?” Angel raised her eyebrow.
“He’s not here!”
“Maybe it’s your body’s way of telling you to stop fondling me so much,” he jested elbowing her in the side as she filled another tissue.
“Or Col’s right and I’m just allergic to you. You're an occupational hazard, James.”