New Brolin fic!
Title: It's Not Yours, It's Mother Nature's.
Pairing: Brolin (Bradley/Colin)
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Rating: K I guess (lol IDK how to rate these things x))
Word Count: 4440
Warnings: None?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own these men. If I did it'd be called incest. I wouldn't mind though =)
Summary: For a prompt my dear Cas lover gave me: Brolin is going on vacation in the canadian forests and lakes region, and bradley makes a big game like he has read and knows everything about nature, and colin is just the shy but smart colin we love, and bradley is so crazy and wants to have a photo with a canadian bear and then is chased down for hundreds of meters and then colin must somehow save the "nature-master" bradley.
Notes (A/N): Third fic for the dear. I hope you enjoy. Beta'd by the lovely Nika.
“Camping? In the middle of nowhere? Are you crazy?!” Colin had been checking the weather, when Bradley stormed in with two tickets to Canada in hand.
“I told you it's not 'the middle of nowhere', Jethro. It's Canada.” Bradley settled himself on Colin's sofa with a smile that fitted that arrogant twat perfectly.
“You've watched Doctor Who too often,” Colin told him with a raised eyebrow. “And you insist on going outside the camping grounds. And Bradley, Bradley, Bradley, there could be bears there! And owls, and buffaloes, and axe murderers, and sheep! You know they're not as innocent as they look.” Colin was now standing over Bradley, arms crossed.
If Colin had a superpower, he'd have mind control. That man could bore a hole into your skull, climb in, make himself comfortable, close the hole, and make you think what he wanted you to think. Fortunately Bradley had self-restraint. Mostly. “Are you scared?” He asked, hoping to get a 'yes'.
Colin frowned at the direction of anywhere-but-Bradley and walked back to where his computer sat on the kitchen table. “No, I just don't want us to die. You know what our tombstones will read? 'And they never even found their bodies.' That's what. They'll bury my wax figure, and they'll have to bury your Arthur costume or something. Bradley, they don't even have anything to remember you by! I mean, yeah, your acting skills, but nothing solid.”
“And here I thought I was the dramatic one.”
“Why can't we just go to Spain?” Colin tried with a huge, fake smile.
“Because you don't like people!” Bradley returned the smile.
“No, I don't like crowds. And I'd rather be in a crowd than meet an axe murderer,” Colin said, his attention on the computer again.
Now, Bradley knew Colin could be judgmental (like with gingers), but this was getting out of control. “Maybe there's an axe murderer in the crowd you meet. And really Colin, there could just as easily be an axe murderer here as in Canada. I could be an axe murderer!” He would have put on a scary face but that would have ruined his point.
Colin's left eyebrow rose again, his fingers hesitating slightly on the keyboard. It was only for half a second, but Bradley knew instantly what Colin was going to say before he said it. “By your weapon skills; yes. By the excessive amount of evil in you; no.”
Moments like those were the reason he was fond of Colin. Well, one of the reasons. He stood up from the sofa and walked over to Colin. “Colin, we won't die. I've read a billion books, so I know all about the Canadian forest. Like boy scouts, we will be prepared.” He leaned down on the table, and shut Colin's computer. “Come on. It'll be fun.”
Colin glared at him.
“Please?” he batted his eyelashes.
“Ugh, you're insufferable,” Colin rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the table. “Fine.”
If Bradley had been any more excited, there would have been confetti coming out of his ears. “Woohoo! I love you! Oh, Colin it'll be so much fun!” he said, clapping. He stopped after he realized the 'I love you' had actually come out of his mouth. Turning slowly towards Colin again, he barely caught the smile Colin was now hiding. “Guy love. I love you like a guy loves another guy.”
Colin couldn't have held the snort inside if he tried. “Yeah. Same. Now go so we can both get ready. You bought those tickets with little time to save.”
“Okay, I'll pick you up at 2 PM sharp in two days, but I'll maybe hear from you tomorrow, yeah?” Bradley couldn't help but smile now either. Colin had that effect on him. That......... man!
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From: Bradley
Did u change ur mind last min?
From: Colin
Ha, no, I forgot my wallet.
From: Bradley
Ok. I'll choose the tunes then.
From: Colin
Git
From: Bradley
I'd leave w/out u but that'd b a win 4 u.
From: Colin
I can't find it will be a while!
From: Bradley
…
Take ur time. Not leaving w/out u.
“Damn it, my plan didn't work,” Colin said as he opened the door to Bradley's car.
“If a plan overlaps a plan of mine, no matter what it is, you won't win,” Bradley smiled, handing Colin his iPod. Because despite popular opinion, he was a nice guy. And even though he'd never admit it, Colin would always win when it came to him.
“This better be worth it, then!” Colin said with his overbearingly bright smile.
Bradley had already been looking through his iPod, noticing a very familiar song he left for Colin to see. He smiled to himself as he saw Colin press play, and the instrumental intro started playing.
We have the chance to turn the pages over.
“You're going to get sick of this song if you keep playing it,” Colin said, but put the iPod down under the handbrake. Bradley knew he secretly loved the song.
We can write what we wanna write.
We gotta make ends meet before we get much older.
It was their song.
Bradley hummed to it the whole way to the airport, while Colin listened to his music. He liked Colin's music, he had grown fond of it - just like he'd grown fond of the DJ-of-the-hour - but he could never get that one song out of his head whenever he heard it. There was something about it, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And yes, he liked quoting Arthur. They did have a lot in common.
When they arrived at the airport they went straight through the gate and into the airplane. Colin fell asleep during the flight, his head lolling onto Bradley's shoulder. He didn't mind. He just smiled to himself, put his headphones on and fell asleep with his head on top of Colin's.
The first time he woke up, the pilot was saying they were about to land. Colin wasn't there. He fell asleep again with a slight tingle in his chest.
The second time he woke up, Colin was shaking him. “We've landed. Come on, before the plane leaves again. Unless you want to go back home, which I don't mind at all,” Colin had an innocent look on his face, but Bradley knew better so he poked Colin in the chest and chuckled. “Yeah, right, as if.”
Next stop was the car rental. Because Bradley loved driving, and he used every chance he got to teach Colin. Frustrated Colin was his favourite Colin. That annoyed little smile Colin got every time Bradley managed to make him laugh when he didn't want to was the best thing in the whole of history. Yes, Bradley thought, better than the light-bulb, the computer, and candy canes put together.
“...Taio Cruz? Really?” Colin said as he manhandled Bradley's iPod once again. Bradley liked the rule 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole', but this was Colin. Anything to make him happy. Plus he never trusted himself around Colin, afraid he'd pick something stupid, leaving Colin to laugh at him. Not that he wasn't already.
“Shut up, it's a good song,” Bradley mumbled, unable to say the real reason he had that song on there. The title really said everything, though.
Colin fell asleep while they were playing 20 questions - it was very hard; they both knew a whole lot about each other, so finding questions was a challenge - and Bradley sang along to his iPod and tried his best to keep his eyes off Colin and on the road.
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They arrived at a questionable parking lot when the sun was starting to set.
“We're here!” Bradley said, almost ripping out the car key in excitement.
“Bradley, I doubt that's a parking lot. Looks more like someone went nuts at the grass and ripped it all up,” Colin was weary after his nap, and wasn't moving from his seat because he still trusted his instincts more than Bradley's.
“There is no road leading from here, except the one we drove on, ergo a parking lot,” Bradley explained, like it was the most basic thing in the universe.
“That wasn't a road! It was an old tire track. Probably from some maintenance guy or a shady fisherman,” Now, Colin was scared of dangerous animals, his life going on display, and crowds, but most of all, he was scared of breaking the law. That was something he did not do.
“Relax. This is a known spot, so why shouldn't we be able to park here?” Bradley patted Colin on the knee before leaving the car and breathing in the fresh forest air.
Colin sighed, unfastened his seat-belt, and went out of the car. He helped Bradley move all the stuff from the car to a reasonably good place in the forest, which they found after Bradley had changed his mind about the other forty-three reasonably good places.
Colin did not however help Bradley set up the tent. That was the most amusing thing he'd done all day, watching Bradley set up the tent.
It went like this:
Then there was this:
“Maaaaarshmalloooooowws,” Bradley drawled, walking over to Colin in his zombie-like state, outstretched arms and all.
Colin laughed, handing out a marshmallow on a stick that had been waiting for Bradley since Colin sat down next to the fire. “Enjoy,” he said, spinning his third marshmallow over the fire.
“Oh I will!” Bradley said, not even bothering frying the marshmallow before eating it.
“I'm sorry for not helping you earlier,” Colin said after a moment of silence except for the crackling fire, and Bradley's munching.
“Are you serious? Don't even start. It probably would have taken us forever if you helped me. Just imagine us being both trapped in that tent with nothing to guide us.”
“Heh. It would've been pretty hilarious. Two grown men trying to get out of a tent. Imagine someone showing up. Now that'd be newsworthy,” Colin grinned, picking at the ash on his marshmallow.
“Yeah,” Bradley agreed, sighing.
It was one of those moments where it actually mattered what you said. It wasn't just a conversation, it was a moment. A moment Bradley had been thinking about for a long time. A moment Katie had been laughing at him for just a week ago. Oh come on Bradley, it's not a big deal. Just tell him already! What, you think he'll get disgusted by you and never talk to you again off screen? She'd said, slapping him on the back while going a little overboard with the cackling. At least in Bradley's opinion.
“Colin, have you ever--” Bradley started, not really knowing how to phrase that. “-ever thought about the fans? Or well, their thoughts.. I mean, if they're right?” He lost himself in the staring-at-Colin bit, and didn't realize it until his marshmallow was on fire. Which, okay, was a good thing, because it saved him from the awkwardness as he could focus on putting it out and deciding whether to eat it or not.
“Right about what?” Colin was looking at him with this confused kitten look, which honestly should just be illegal, especially since Bradley forgot all about his burning marshmallow. He took it from the stick to pop it in his mouth, but well it was hot, so more awkwardness ensued as he frantically threw it a way shorter distance than intended and blew and sucked on his fingers like his life depended on it - and tried to laugh it off.
“Uhm...” was all he could say, still licking his marshmallow covered fingers.
“There's one thing I'm thinking you might mean but I'm not even gonna start hoping with that one. But yeah, I think the fans are right about a lot of things. Like Arthur loving Merlin and vice versa. I mean, it's there for everyone to see!” Colin said, smiling lightly at Bradley.
“You of all people should be able to hope. But what thing? What are you talking about?” If Bradley's heart hadn't been racing before, it certainly was now. To make things worse, the not-so-subtle-butterflies were making him nauseous. Or maybe that was the fact that he'd eaten half a billion marshmallows.
Colin just looked at him with an unreadable expression, his head tilt giving Castiel's a run for its money. It was almost ten minutes to apocalypse when he looked away, telling him it was nothing. “Just forget about it.”
And Bradley would have forgotten all about it if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with Colin. So when Colin stood up and went to sleep, Bradley sat there for an hour just thinking. And when he went into the tent to sleep himself, his thoughts had other things in mind, making Bradley move around for hours. He was unable to sleep until finally Colin unconsciously moved closer, slinging one arm over Bradley's chest, burying his nose in Bradley's shoulder.
On to part 2
Pairing: Brolin (Bradley/Colin)
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Rating: K I guess (lol IDK how to rate these things x))
Word Count: 4440
Warnings: None?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own these men. If I did it'd be called incest. I wouldn't mind though =)
Summary: For a prompt my dear Cas lover gave me: Brolin is going on vacation in the canadian forests and lakes region, and bradley makes a big game like he has read and knows everything about nature, and colin is just the shy but smart colin we love, and bradley is so crazy and wants to have a photo with a canadian bear and then is chased down for hundreds of meters and then colin must somehow save the "nature-master" bradley.
Notes (A/N): Third fic for the dear. I hope you enjoy. Beta'd by the lovely Nika.
“Camping? In the middle of nowhere? Are you crazy?!” Colin had been checking the weather, when Bradley stormed in with two tickets to Canada in hand.
“I told you it's not 'the middle of nowhere', Jethro. It's Canada.” Bradley settled himself on Colin's sofa with a smile that fitted that arrogant twat perfectly.
“You've watched Doctor Who too often,” Colin told him with a raised eyebrow. “And you insist on going outside the camping grounds. And Bradley, Bradley, Bradley, there could be bears there! And owls, and buffaloes, and axe murderers, and sheep! You know they're not as innocent as they look.” Colin was now standing over Bradley, arms crossed.
If Colin had a superpower, he'd have mind control. That man could bore a hole into your skull, climb in, make himself comfortable, close the hole, and make you think what he wanted you to think. Fortunately Bradley had self-restraint. Mostly. “Are you scared?” He asked, hoping to get a 'yes'.
Colin frowned at the direction of anywhere-but-Bradley and walked back to where his computer sat on the kitchen table. “No, I just don't want us to die. You know what our tombstones will read? 'And they never even found their bodies.' That's what. They'll bury my wax figure, and they'll have to bury your Arthur costume or something. Bradley, they don't even have anything to remember you by! I mean, yeah, your acting skills, but nothing solid.”
“And here I thought I was the dramatic one.”
“Why can't we just go to Spain?” Colin tried with a huge, fake smile.
“Because you don't like people!” Bradley returned the smile.
“No, I don't like crowds. And I'd rather be in a crowd than meet an axe murderer,” Colin said, his attention on the computer again.
Now, Bradley knew Colin could be judgmental (like with gingers), but this was getting out of control. “Maybe there's an axe murderer in the crowd you meet. And really Colin, there could just as easily be an axe murderer here as in Canada. I could be an axe murderer!” He would have put on a scary face but that would have ruined his point.
Colin's left eyebrow rose again, his fingers hesitating slightly on the keyboard. It was only for half a second, but Bradley knew instantly what Colin was going to say before he said it. “By your weapon skills; yes. By the excessive amount of evil in you; no.”
Moments like those were the reason he was fond of Colin. Well, one of the reasons. He stood up from the sofa and walked over to Colin. “Colin, we won't die. I've read a billion books, so I know all about the Canadian forest. Like boy scouts, we will be prepared.” He leaned down on the table, and shut Colin's computer. “Come on. It'll be fun.”
Colin glared at him.
“Please?” he batted his eyelashes.
“Ugh, you're insufferable,” Colin rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the table. “Fine.”
If Bradley had been any more excited, there would have been confetti coming out of his ears. “Woohoo! I love you! Oh, Colin it'll be so much fun!” he said, clapping. He stopped after he realized the 'I love you' had actually come out of his mouth. Turning slowly towards Colin again, he barely caught the smile Colin was now hiding. “Guy love. I love you like a guy loves another guy.”
Colin couldn't have held the snort inside if he tried. “Yeah. Same. Now go so we can both get ready. You bought those tickets with little time to save.”
“Okay, I'll pick you up at 2 PM sharp in two days, but I'll maybe hear from you tomorrow, yeah?” Bradley couldn't help but smile now either. Colin had that effect on him. That......... man!
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From: Bradley
Did u change ur mind last min?
From: Colin
Ha, no, I forgot my wallet.
From: Bradley
Ok. I'll choose the tunes then.
From: Colin
Git
From: Bradley
I'd leave w/out u but that'd b a win 4 u.
From: Colin
I can't find it will be a while!
From: Bradley
…
Take ur time. Not leaving w/out u.
“Damn it, my plan didn't work,” Colin said as he opened the door to Bradley's car.
“If a plan overlaps a plan of mine, no matter what it is, you won't win,” Bradley smiled, handing Colin his iPod. Because despite popular opinion, he was a nice guy. And even though he'd never admit it, Colin would always win when it came to him.
“This better be worth it, then!” Colin said with his overbearingly bright smile.
Bradley had already been looking through his iPod, noticing a very familiar song he left for Colin to see. He smiled to himself as he saw Colin press play, and the instrumental intro started playing.
We have the chance to turn the pages over.
“You're going to get sick of this song if you keep playing it,” Colin said, but put the iPod down under the handbrake. Bradley knew he secretly loved the song.
We can write what we wanna write.
We gotta make ends meet before we get much older.
It was their song.
Bradley hummed to it the whole way to the airport, while Colin listened to his music. He liked Colin's music, he had grown fond of it - just like he'd grown fond of the DJ-of-the-hour - but he could never get that one song out of his head whenever he heard it. There was something about it, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And yes, he liked quoting Arthur. They did have a lot in common.
When they arrived at the airport they went straight through the gate and into the airplane. Colin fell asleep during the flight, his head lolling onto Bradley's shoulder. He didn't mind. He just smiled to himself, put his headphones on and fell asleep with his head on top of Colin's.
The first time he woke up, the pilot was saying they were about to land. Colin wasn't there. He fell asleep again with a slight tingle in his chest.
The second time he woke up, Colin was shaking him. “We've landed. Come on, before the plane leaves again. Unless you want to go back home, which I don't mind at all,” Colin had an innocent look on his face, but Bradley knew better so he poked Colin in the chest and chuckled. “Yeah, right, as if.”
Next stop was the car rental. Because Bradley loved driving, and he used every chance he got to teach Colin. Frustrated Colin was his favourite Colin. That annoyed little smile Colin got every time Bradley managed to make him laugh when he didn't want to was the best thing in the whole of history. Yes, Bradley thought, better than the light-bulb, the computer, and candy canes put together.
“...Taio Cruz? Really?” Colin said as he manhandled Bradley's iPod once again. Bradley liked the rule 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole', but this was Colin. Anything to make him happy. Plus he never trusted himself around Colin, afraid he'd pick something stupid, leaving Colin to laugh at him. Not that he wasn't already.
“Shut up, it's a good song,” Bradley mumbled, unable to say the real reason he had that song on there. The title really said everything, though.
Colin fell asleep while they were playing 20 questions - it was very hard; they both knew a whole lot about each other, so finding questions was a challenge - and Bradley sang along to his iPod and tried his best to keep his eyes off Colin and on the road.
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They arrived at a questionable parking lot when the sun was starting to set.
“We're here!” Bradley said, almost ripping out the car key in excitement.
“Bradley, I doubt that's a parking lot. Looks more like someone went nuts at the grass and ripped it all up,” Colin was weary after his nap, and wasn't moving from his seat because he still trusted his instincts more than Bradley's.
“There is no road leading from here, except the one we drove on, ergo a parking lot,” Bradley explained, like it was the most basic thing in the universe.
“That wasn't a road! It was an old tire track. Probably from some maintenance guy or a shady fisherman,” Now, Colin was scared of dangerous animals, his life going on display, and crowds, but most of all, he was scared of breaking the law. That was something he did not do.
“Relax. This is a known spot, so why shouldn't we be able to park here?” Bradley patted Colin on the knee before leaving the car and breathing in the fresh forest air.
Colin sighed, unfastened his seat-belt, and went out of the car. He helped Bradley move all the stuff from the car to a reasonably good place in the forest, which they found after Bradley had changed his mind about the other forty-three reasonably good places.
Colin did not however help Bradley set up the tent. That was the most amusing thing he'd done all day, watching Bradley set up the tent.
It went like this:
- Everything on the ground.
- Poles put together.
- Bradley wrapped inside the tent with a pole.
- The pole falling down, hitting Bradley's head.
- Bradley lost in the tent.
- Bradley fighting the tent.
- Bradley finding the exit.
- Bradley frustratingly stabbing the ground with heels, fastening whatever he could.
- Bradley napping.
- Bradley losing the fight with his dignity, and getting the manual.
- Colin laughing at a blushing Bradley while he put the poles through the holes.
Then there was this:
- Bradley telling the tent to stay.
- The tent staying. Reluctantly.
- Bradley carefully throwing all their stuff inside the tent.
- Bradley falling to the ground, telling Colin he's just going to rest his eyes for a bit.
- Colin taking a one hour walk to a lake, and coming back to a still 'napping' Bradley.
- Colin making a bonfire, waking Bradley up with the smell of marshmallows.
“Maaaaarshmalloooooowws,” Bradley drawled, walking over to Colin in his zombie-like state, outstretched arms and all.
Colin laughed, handing out a marshmallow on a stick that had been waiting for Bradley since Colin sat down next to the fire. “Enjoy,” he said, spinning his third marshmallow over the fire.
“Oh I will!” Bradley said, not even bothering frying the marshmallow before eating it.
“I'm sorry for not helping you earlier,” Colin said after a moment of silence except for the crackling fire, and Bradley's munching.
“Are you serious? Don't even start. It probably would have taken us forever if you helped me. Just imagine us being both trapped in that tent with nothing to guide us.”
“Heh. It would've been pretty hilarious. Two grown men trying to get out of a tent. Imagine someone showing up. Now that'd be newsworthy,” Colin grinned, picking at the ash on his marshmallow.
“Yeah,” Bradley agreed, sighing.
It was one of those moments where it actually mattered what you said. It wasn't just a conversation, it was a moment. A moment Bradley had been thinking about for a long time. A moment Katie had been laughing at him for just a week ago. Oh come on Bradley, it's not a big deal. Just tell him already! What, you think he'll get disgusted by you and never talk to you again off screen? She'd said, slapping him on the back while going a little overboard with the cackling. At least in Bradley's opinion.
“Colin, have you ever--” Bradley started, not really knowing how to phrase that. “-ever thought about the fans? Or well, their thoughts.. I mean, if they're right?” He lost himself in the staring-at-Colin bit, and didn't realize it until his marshmallow was on fire. Which, okay, was a good thing, because it saved him from the awkwardness as he could focus on putting it out and deciding whether to eat it or not.
“Right about what?” Colin was looking at him with this confused kitten look, which honestly should just be illegal, especially since Bradley forgot all about his burning marshmallow. He took it from the stick to pop it in his mouth, but well it was hot, so more awkwardness ensued as he frantically threw it a way shorter distance than intended and blew and sucked on his fingers like his life depended on it - and tried to laugh it off.
“Uhm...” was all he could say, still licking his marshmallow covered fingers.
“There's one thing I'm thinking you might mean but I'm not even gonna start hoping with that one. But yeah, I think the fans are right about a lot of things. Like Arthur loving Merlin and vice versa. I mean, it's there for everyone to see!” Colin said, smiling lightly at Bradley.
“You of all people should be able to hope. But what thing? What are you talking about?” If Bradley's heart hadn't been racing before, it certainly was now. To make things worse, the not-so-subtle-butterflies were making him nauseous. Or maybe that was the fact that he'd eaten half a billion marshmallows.
Colin just looked at him with an unreadable expression, his head tilt giving Castiel's a run for its money. It was almost ten minutes to apocalypse when he looked away, telling him it was nothing. “Just forget about it.”
And Bradley would have forgotten all about it if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with Colin. So when Colin stood up and went to sleep, Bradley sat there for an hour just thinking. And when he went into the tent to sleep himself, his thoughts had other things in mind, making Bradley move around for hours. He was unable to sleep until finally Colin unconsciously moved closer, slinging one arm over Bradley's chest, burying his nose in Bradley's shoulder.
On to part 2