New Brolin fic! (2/2)
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.
Bradley had never been an early riser. Not when he was a kid, not when he was in high school, and certainly not now. Yes, he did realize the irony in that, having to wake up early most of his life.
Today was no different. He was on vacation so he'd been looking forward to sleeping in, but Colin had other things in mind, like taking a walk 'in this lovely weather'. Not to mention his mind had prevented him from much sleep the night before.
“Coliiiiiiiiiiiin! Why can't I sleep just a little bit longer?” Bradley did not sound like a five year old. He was twenty-five going on thirty, he was supposed to be able to mope about sleep.
“Because your 'little bit longer' always turns into three hours, and look! The sun is shining, it's crazy warm, and you were the one who dragged us here to look at nature, quote unquote.” Colin was wearing his 'ahh, this is gonna be a good day' smile, and his only pair of khaki shorts. This meant only one thing: they were going hiking.
They barely got inside the forest when they saw a bear. This was why Colin hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but Bradley knew he could change his mind about that. Now he was going to change his mind about bears.
“Aww, what a cute bear!” Bradley exclaimed, tiptoeing towards it.
“Bradley, please, be careful. It is a bear. There's more chance of it eating you than it wanting you to pet it.”
“Don't listen to Colin, he's just being mean.”Bradley extended his hand forward, realizing making fun of Colin didn't help his 'make Colin realize bears are good' argument. “Come on Teddy. I won't hurt you, baby, I just want one photo. I'll give you some sweets! Just come to papa.”
“Bradley, it's not yours, it's Mother Nature's! Now get away from it before I have to report pieces of meat all over this forest ground, and we have to find a new Arthur or make the show go on without you.”
And that was when Bradley made the final steps to the bear, the bear sniffing and then growling, and Colin freezing. Then Bradley promptly realized what he'd done, and ran away - the bear following, and Colin following the bear after a moment of shock, more freezing, anger, damn-it-I-knew-this-would-happen, and then overflowing terror.
Bradley knew it had been a bad idea to run as soon as his foot left the ground in that first step, but it was too late now. He was running from a bear. He probably had like twenty percent chance of surviving this. Or well, of outrunning the bear. Maybe he just wanted a son, or a friend or something. Then again, maybe not.
The only good thing was that he was running down a little hill, so he had a bit of time. He thought about going for the foster position - play dead, whatever - but he'd either have to do it full speed, so he'd roll somewhere, or he'd have to find some hiding place first to be able to fool the bear.
Then there were trees. Trees. There were lots of trees there! Trees Bradley could not climb even if he had an instructor. Or a monkey. Or a monkey instructor. They were too unclimbable.
The hill was no more, so the bear was gaining in on him. He really did have no idea what to do, he just thought that at least he'd die in good shape. He wished he'd told Colin though. If he died and Colin would be at his funeral mourning, he would not want to be there when Katie told him that the rumours were true. That just meant Katie consoling Colin and then Bradley'd have to watch from very far away while they fell in love, got married, and had perfect Irish babies.
No, he was going to do something. Anything.
Any time now?
The bear got even closer, swinging its claws towards Bradley, taking a chunk off Bradley's shirt, scratching his back while doing so. And not at all in a good way.
He heard Colin somewhere behind them, screaming his name. The next thing he knew, he heard a thump and a cry, then some more thumping, the bear growling, and no more heavy feet running after him.
He slowed down, carefully turning back (because even though the bear could kill him easily when he slowed down, it wasn't as scary if he couldn't see the bear), and saw that Colin had thrown rocks at the bear, shifting its attention.
For a heartbeat, he got more horrified than he'd ever been in his entire life, thinking the bear would now go after Colin. But then Colin threw something else at the bear which wasn't rocks. It was honey.
Bradley still couldn't move, and stared in shock as the bear at first got angrier, than realized what he had smeared all over him and started licking his pelt. Then the bees came. While the bear was fighting them off, Bradley took his opportunity and ran back from where he came from, grabbing Colin with him when he got to him. He didn't stop until they were inside the tent, everything inside and zipped up. Thankfully, they were not close to the bear at all, so it'd be a long shot if he found them again.
Colin tore his hand from Bradley's as soon as they were inside the tent. Bradley's heart fell, but realized why when Colin started caressing Bradley's back with his hands. Of course he'd taken the first aid kit with him.
“You really are an idiot,” Colin mumbled, washing Bradley's wounds with a cold cloth.
For a while Bradley didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feeling of Colin running his fingers along his wounds, smearing gel on them. Even though it was painful.
“I mean, you couldn't just let things be. It was a bear, Bradley! What kind of-- how could you-- why didn't-- GAHH!!” Colin threw the bandage he was holding at one of the tent walls. Not a big tent, so not hard. But thankfully, a soft bandage, so the tent didn't fall down.
“I know. I'm sorry,” Bradley managed, turning a tiny bit to look at Colin.
“You actually have no idea,” Colin shook his head, getting a new bandage from the box.
Bradley watched while Colin gently put it over Bradley's wounds, smoothing it out more than was necessary. Then Bradley just decided what the hell and kissed Colin.
Colin moved away with a gasp, staring at Bradley wide-eyed. Then he grabbed the back of Bradley's neck and drew him in for another kiss, deeper this time.
Bradley's arms went to rest on Colin's thighs, enjoying the warmth even though he'd been hot from the sun before. This was different. This was just him and Colin and nothing else.
He licked inside Colin's mouth, tasting fear and madness and shock and need and love. And he just lost it. This was it, and he'd almost not had it, he'd almost lost Colin to a friggin' bear, and damn it, he'd been so stupid but so lucky, so so lucky. He finally had Colin exactly where he'd always wanted him.
“I love you,” He told Colin, just because he could, just because he'd been holding it in for six thousand years and counting.
Colin laughed, “I hate you!” and slapped him on the upper arm.
And even though it was only around four o'clock, and only day two out of three, they cuddled together inside the tent, holding each other as close as humanly possible. The last thing Bradley heard before dozing off to sleep was Colin whispering I love yous into his hair over and over again. This he could get used to. This he had gotten used to. This he had been hoping for since two-thousand-and-Merlin-mid-season-one. This he didn't have to dream about anymore.
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“Wait, did you hear that?” Bradley stopped his shuffling, half sitting up.
“What, getting scared again?” Colin said where he lay curled up in his sleeping bag.
“Colin, I'm serious. There's someone out there, just listen.” Bradley sat up straighter, putting his finger on his lips to shush Colin. Colin stopped chortling, turning his face to look at the tent door.
There was nothing, so they waited. And they waited, and they waited; nothing. They waited some more. Nothing. “Bradley st--” Colin started, but got cut off by Bradley squeezing his thigh and shushing him again.
Colin frowned, but listened. And there it was. A kind of rustling. They stopped breathing for a moment, keeping as still as they could. “Did you see that?” Colin sat up, grabbing Bradley's arm. “The shadow.”
“And you said it was all in my head,” Bradley said, lowering his voice to a mere whisper. Despite the joking, they really did not want to die in the middle of nowhere. But then again, they were in a tent in the middle of nowhere, so if there was anyone there, they wouldn't be hard to find, and thus hard to kill.
They kept staring at the tent's opening, waiting for the shadow to appear again. “Maybe it was just a bird,” Bradley said, not even believing it himself.
Just as he'd dropped the 'bird', the shadow appeared again, bigger and in the shape of a man with an axe. There was nothing they could do but scream. So they did.
In burst a big man with uncombed hair, few months old beard, wearing flannel, with an axe. They clutched each other, screamed louder, closed their eyes and waited for their imminent, violent deaths.
“Are you okay? What's going on?” a soft, very concerned, very Canadian voice asked.
Bradley forced one of his eyes open, still clinging onto Colin's fragrant DCFC shirt. Yes, he managed to smell Colin even when he was about to die. That was the point. He was about to die, so why not try to remember all the good life had brought him?
Bradley saw that the eyes watching them were just as concerned as the voice they belonged to. “Who are you?” he wondered aloud.
“I'm a camp ranger. There's a camping ground near by. I heard some human noise so I figured I should go check it out and now I'm here,” The bearded man smiled.
“But why do you have an axe?” Bradley said, acting like the five year old he had accepted he was.
“I was chopping down a tree. And these woods can be dangerous. Would you like me to escort you to the camping ground? There are bears here, you know.” The camp supervisor backed out of the tent, holding it open for them.
“No thanks, I think we'll just go home. We don't have much left of our vacation anyway,” Colin answered. He had opened his eyes seconds before Bradley, and was now crawling out of his sleeping bag.
Bradley reluctantly let go of Colin's shirt, instead making himself busy by looking for his socks. When he'd found them he threw them on, throwing everything else left inside the tent outside.
After some objections, more shirt grabbing, shouting, promises of future cuddles, and grunting, they managed to pack everything and take the tent down.
“You want me to buy you a teddy bear at the airport?” Colin asked chuckling when they had gotten everything in the car. Bradley glared at him and then punched him in the arm before getting in the car.
“Ow, that hurt!” Colin laughed, getting in the car himself. He smiled and hummed along to the radio all the way to the airport. Not that Bradley minded. He liked Colin's voice. It was one of the biggest reasons he started talking to him in the first place. That, his dark humour and mop of hair, and the fact that everyone loved Colin. He was pretty special. And now he was his.
*insert photo of them driving together into the sunset*
LE END
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.
Bradley had never been an early riser. Not when he was a kid, not when he was in high school, and certainly not now. Yes, he did realize the irony in that, having to wake up early most of his life.
Today was no different. He was on vacation so he'd been looking forward to sleeping in, but Colin had other things in mind, like taking a walk 'in this lovely weather'. Not to mention his mind had prevented him from much sleep the night before.
“Coliiiiiiiiiiiin! Why can't I sleep just a little bit longer?” Bradley did not sound like a five year old. He was twenty-five going on thirty, he was supposed to be able to mope about sleep.
“Because your 'little bit longer' always turns into three hours, and look! The sun is shining, it's crazy warm, and you were the one who dragged us here to look at nature, quote unquote.” Colin was wearing his 'ahh, this is gonna be a good day' smile, and his only pair of khaki shorts. This meant only one thing: they were going hiking.
They barely got inside the forest when they saw a bear. This was why Colin hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but Bradley knew he could change his mind about that. Now he was going to change his mind about bears.
“Aww, what a cute bear!” Bradley exclaimed, tiptoeing towards it.
“Bradley, please, be careful. It is a bear. There's more chance of it eating you than it wanting you to pet it.”
“Don't listen to Colin, he's just being mean.”Bradley extended his hand forward, realizing making fun of Colin didn't help his 'make Colin realize bears are good' argument. “Come on Teddy. I won't hurt you, baby, I just want one photo. I'll give you some sweets! Just come to papa.”
“Bradley, it's not yours, it's Mother Nature's! Now get away from it before I have to report pieces of meat all over this forest ground, and we have to find a new Arthur or make the show go on without you.”
And that was when Bradley made the final steps to the bear, the bear sniffing and then growling, and Colin freezing. Then Bradley promptly realized what he'd done, and ran away - the bear following, and Colin following the bear after a moment of shock, more freezing, anger, damn-it-I-knew-this-would-happen, and then overflowing terror.
Bradley knew it had been a bad idea to run as soon as his foot left the ground in that first step, but it was too late now. He was running from a bear. He probably had like twenty percent chance of surviving this. Or well, of outrunning the bear. Maybe he just wanted a son, or a friend or something. Then again, maybe not.
The only good thing was that he was running down a little hill, so he had a bit of time. He thought about going for the foster position - play dead, whatever - but he'd either have to do it full speed, so he'd roll somewhere, or he'd have to find some hiding place first to be able to fool the bear.
Then there were trees. Trees. There were lots of trees there! Trees Bradley could not climb even if he had an instructor. Or a monkey. Or a monkey instructor. They were too unclimbable.
The hill was no more, so the bear was gaining in on him. He really did have no idea what to do, he just thought that at least he'd die in good shape. He wished he'd told Colin though. If he died and Colin would be at his funeral mourning, he would not want to be there when Katie told him that the rumours were true. That just meant Katie consoling Colin and then Bradley'd have to watch from very far away while they fell in love, got married, and had perfect Irish babies.
No, he was going to do something. Anything.
Any time now?
The bear got even closer, swinging its claws towards Bradley, taking a chunk off Bradley's shirt, scratching his back while doing so. And not at all in a good way.
He heard Colin somewhere behind them, screaming his name. The next thing he knew, he heard a thump and a cry, then some more thumping, the bear growling, and no more heavy feet running after him.
He slowed down, carefully turning back (because even though the bear could kill him easily when he slowed down, it wasn't as scary if he couldn't see the bear), and saw that Colin had thrown rocks at the bear, shifting its attention.
For a heartbeat, he got more horrified than he'd ever been in his entire life, thinking the bear would now go after Colin. But then Colin threw something else at the bear which wasn't rocks. It was honey.
Bradley still couldn't move, and stared in shock as the bear at first got angrier, than realized what he had smeared all over him and started licking his pelt. Then the bees came. While the bear was fighting them off, Bradley took his opportunity and ran back from where he came from, grabbing Colin with him when he got to him. He didn't stop until they were inside the tent, everything inside and zipped up. Thankfully, they were not close to the bear at all, so it'd be a long shot if he found them again.
Colin tore his hand from Bradley's as soon as they were inside the tent. Bradley's heart fell, but realized why when Colin started caressing Bradley's back with his hands. Of course he'd taken the first aid kit with him.
“You really are an idiot,” Colin mumbled, washing Bradley's wounds with a cold cloth.
For a while Bradley didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feeling of Colin running his fingers along his wounds, smearing gel on them. Even though it was painful.
“I mean, you couldn't just let things be. It was a bear, Bradley! What kind of-- how could you-- why didn't-- GAHH!!” Colin threw the bandage he was holding at one of the tent walls. Not a big tent, so not hard. But thankfully, a soft bandage, so the tent didn't fall down.
“I know. I'm sorry,” Bradley managed, turning a tiny bit to look at Colin.
“You actually have no idea,” Colin shook his head, getting a new bandage from the box.
Bradley watched while Colin gently put it over Bradley's wounds, smoothing it out more than was necessary. Then Bradley just decided what the hell and kissed Colin.
Colin moved away with a gasp, staring at Bradley wide-eyed. Then he grabbed the back of Bradley's neck and drew him in for another kiss, deeper this time.
Bradley's arms went to rest on Colin's thighs, enjoying the warmth even though he'd been hot from the sun before. This was different. This was just him and Colin and nothing else.
He licked inside Colin's mouth, tasting fear and madness and shock and need and love. And he just lost it. This was it, and he'd almost not had it, he'd almost lost Colin to a friggin' bear, and damn it, he'd been so stupid but so lucky, so so lucky. He finally had Colin exactly where he'd always wanted him.
“I love you,” He told Colin, just because he could, just because he'd been holding it in for six thousand years and counting.
Colin laughed, “I hate you!” and slapped him on the upper arm.
And even though it was only around four o'clock, and only day two out of three, they cuddled together inside the tent, holding each other as close as humanly possible. The last thing Bradley heard before dozing off to sleep was Colin whispering I love yous into his hair over and over again. This he could get used to. This he had gotten used to. This he had been hoping for since two-thousand-and-Merlin-mid-season-one. This he didn't have to dream about anymore.
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“Wait, did you hear that?” Bradley stopped his shuffling, half sitting up.
“What, getting scared again?” Colin said where he lay curled up in his sleeping bag.
“Colin, I'm serious. There's someone out there, just listen.” Bradley sat up straighter, putting his finger on his lips to shush Colin. Colin stopped chortling, turning his face to look at the tent door.
There was nothing, so they waited. And they waited, and they waited; nothing. They waited some more. Nothing. “Bradley st--” Colin started, but got cut off by Bradley squeezing his thigh and shushing him again.
Colin frowned, but listened. And there it was. A kind of rustling. They stopped breathing for a moment, keeping as still as they could. “Did you see that?” Colin sat up, grabbing Bradley's arm. “The shadow.”
“And you said it was all in my head,” Bradley said, lowering his voice to a mere whisper. Despite the joking, they really did not want to die in the middle of nowhere. But then again, they were in a tent in the middle of nowhere, so if there was anyone there, they wouldn't be hard to find, and thus hard to kill.
They kept staring at the tent's opening, waiting for the shadow to appear again. “Maybe it was just a bird,” Bradley said, not even believing it himself.
Just as he'd dropped the 'bird', the shadow appeared again, bigger and in the shape of a man with an axe. There was nothing they could do but scream. So they did.
In burst a big man with uncombed hair, few months old beard, wearing flannel, with an axe. They clutched each other, screamed louder, closed their eyes and waited for their imminent, violent deaths.
“Are you okay? What's going on?” a soft, very concerned, very Canadian voice asked.
Bradley forced one of his eyes open, still clinging onto Colin's fragrant DCFC shirt. Yes, he managed to smell Colin even when he was about to die. That was the point. He was about to die, so why not try to remember all the good life had brought him?
Bradley saw that the eyes watching them were just as concerned as the voice they belonged to. “Who are you?” he wondered aloud.
“I'm a camp ranger. There's a camping ground near by. I heard some human noise so I figured I should go check it out and now I'm here,” The bearded man smiled.
“But why do you have an axe?” Bradley said, acting like the five year old he had accepted he was.
“I was chopping down a tree. And these woods can be dangerous. Would you like me to escort you to the camping ground? There are bears here, you know.” The camp supervisor backed out of the tent, holding it open for them.
“No thanks, I think we'll just go home. We don't have much left of our vacation anyway,” Colin answered. He had opened his eyes seconds before Bradley, and was now crawling out of his sleeping bag.
Bradley reluctantly let go of Colin's shirt, instead making himself busy by looking for his socks. When he'd found them he threw them on, throwing everything else left inside the tent outside.
After some objections, more shirt grabbing, shouting, promises of future cuddles, and grunting, they managed to pack everything and take the tent down.
“You want me to buy you a teddy bear at the airport?” Colin asked chuckling when they had gotten everything in the car. Bradley glared at him and then punched him in the arm before getting in the car.
“Ow, that hurt!” Colin laughed, getting in the car himself. He smiled and hummed along to the radio all the way to the airport. Not that Bradley minded. He liked Colin's voice. It was one of the biggest reasons he started talking to him in the first place. That, his dark humour and mop of hair, and the fact that everyone loved Colin. He was pretty special. And now he was his.
*insert photo of them driving together into the sunset*
LE END