Merlin RPS; 'I'll Hold Your Hands (They're Just Like Ice)' - Bradley/Colin, PG
Title: I'll Hold Your Hands (They're Just Like Ice)
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1,300
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just have fun playing in other people's sandboxes.
Summary: In which Colin's scarf plays matchmaker, aka The One Where The Boys Share A Scarf.
Notes: My first ficlet since paperlegends. What. This is just a silly comment!fic for lemniciate who wanted the boys sharing a scarf and fluff. Which is just what this is. Unbetaed because, uh, it's comment!fic?
Enjoy and Merry Christmas! ♥
Colin Morgan is not one to swear very often, but at this point he has pretty much used every profanity within his vocabulary, and if he had the time, he might be tempted to look up more just for the sake of uttering them angrily at his empty flat. He doesn’t have the time though, and neither does he have time to keep looking for his scarf, because evidently, it’s gone missing, and now he’s running late. He has to be at Leicester Square in ten minutes to meet Bradley to do Christmas shopping, which he is clearly not going to make and now he’s going to be late and cold because of the lack of his scarf.
He grumbles all the way to the tube, wondering why on earth he hasn’t brought any of his millions of scarves from home to his London flat. He has more than he could possibly ever need back there, but for whatever reason he only has one scarf in London. And now he doesn’t even have that anymore.
Colin spends the tube ride going over every possible way he could’ve lost the scarf, but he comes up empty-handed. He knows he wore it last week when he and Bradley went ice skating, and he distinctively remembers taking it off when they returned to his flat and hanging it on its assigned hook in the hallway, but when he went to grab it earlier this morning, it was gone. He’s been through all of his closet (and can’t even bear to think of the mess that’s currently his bedroom due to that), every drawer in the flat, looked under every piece of furniture and even started rummaging through his kitchen cupboards before deciding that he was being ridiculous. Why on earth would he have put it there?
So it’s gone missing, mysteriously. It has, quite obviously, vanished into thin air. Colin very specifically does not think ‘magically’.
He’s not exactly feeling the Christmas cheer when he exits the tube and turns onto Leicester Square, walking towards the IMAX to meet Bradley. When Colin spots him however, the first thing he notices isn’t Bradley’s smile at him or the greeting wave. It’s the thing wrapped around Bradley’s neck. A scarf. Colin’s scarf.
“All right mate?” Bradley asks, smiling and squeezes Colin’s shoulder. Colin just stares at the scarf and then at Bradley, accusingly.
“That’s my scarf!”
Bradley blinks and tries to look down at the offending article, only really succeeding in giving himself multiple chins in the process.
“Oh. I was wondering where I’d gotten this, couldn’t remember ever seeing it before.”
“What, but, how,” Colin splutters and Bradley shrugs.
“I found it lying around in my flat.”
Colin opens his mouth but then closes it again. He’s almost a hundred percent certain that he’s never worn his scarf to Bradley’s place, but he might be wrong and he doesn’t want to come off as a one of those hysterical people who makes a huge fuss over nothing. He takes a deep breath and tries to tell himself that he’s just had a bad morning, that’s why he still feels so irritated. That and the fact that he’s still really cold. His jacket doesn’t quite fit tightly enough around his neck to prevent the cold air sneaking in, and he looks mournfully at the way his scarf is wrapped snugly around Bradley’s neck. The worst part is that it actually really suits him.
“Can I have it back then?” Colin asks and Bradley shakes his head.
“No, I’ll freeze!”
“Well I’m freezing now!” Colin says and Bradley smiles brightly. Colin narrows his eyes at him.
“Ah, but there’s a solution to that. I’ll get you a new one,” Bradley states and Colin has to resist the urge to stomp his foot like a five-year old.
“It’s my scarf, Bradley.”
“And you left it at my place, so now it’s mine.”
“What, that doesn’t even- How is that in any way a logical conclusion?” Colin asks incredulously.
“Are you going to bitch about it the entire day?” Bradley asks with a sigh and Colin purses his lips.
“Yes.”
“Well, only one thing to do then,” Bradley says and starts to unwrap the scarf from around his neck.
Colin gets a total of ten seconds to feel smug and victorious before Bradley hauls him close in, flush against him and starts wrapping the loose part of the scarf around Colin’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Colin hisses and tries to ignore the sensation of being so close to Bradley. They’re practically nose to nose and Colin can feel the warm puffs of Bradley’s breath tickling his jaw-line. It makes it a little hard to breathe.
“I’m giving you half the scarf,” Bradley replies and Colin imagines he can feel Bradley’s voice as well as just hearing it. He tries to swallow and decides that if Bradley makes any remark on the redness of his cheeks, Colin will just blame it on the frosty air.
“How generous,” he mutters, trying to go for sarcastic but only really succeeding in sounding as breathless as he feels. They stand like that for half a minute, just the sound of their breathing echoing in Colin’s ears, somehow managing to drown out the noise of busy Christmas shoppers milling around them. Colin thinks he should move, should do something, anything, because this is ridiculous. A prank gone too far. He reaches up to unwrap the scarf from his neck, but Bradley’s hand comes up, encircling his wrist and stops him.
“I nicked it,” Bradley blurts out and Colin looks at him, blinking.
“What?”
“I... I nicked it. After the ice skating last week.” Bradley looks nervous, biting his bottom lip and Colin can feel his heartbeat picking up speed.
“You... why?”
A muscle twitches in Bradley’s jaw and Colin’s almost afraid to breathe, waiting for Bradley’s response.
“I wanted... I wanted a part of you to always have close to me, and don’t you dare laugh at me Morgan,” Bradley says as Colin starts to smile.
“I’m not, I swear,” he says but can’t stop smiling.
“I don’t know why I chose the scarf, I don’t, honestly. It was just there, on my way out and I thought that something to wrap around my neck would be close enough,” Bradley finishes lamely. “You’re still laughing,” he adds and Colin shakes his head.
“I’m not. Why would I laugh at you declaring that you like me?” Colin says softly and feels like his stomach is doing tiny summersaults at the admittance.
“Is that what I just did?”
“You nicked my scarf, Bradley. To have me close to you. I think that counts,” Colin says and intertwines his gloved fingers with Bradley’s. His heart is definitely working over-time now.
“Well, when you put it like that...” Bradley mumbles, smiling widely and Colin can’t help but grin like a loon in return.
Bradley steals the smile of his lips when he leans in and closes the last, tiny amount of distance between them by pressing his mouth to Colin’s with a sweet, soft touch. Colin can’t help how his eyes flutter shut and his body surges forward. Bradley makes a surprised sound and Colin breaks the kiss.
“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly, but Bradley smiles.
“Don’t. Just. Maybe we should go somewhere less public?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Colin says. “I still want my scarf back by the way,” he adds and Bradley laughs before unwrapping it from his own neck and draping it across Colin’s.
“Fine by me. I prefer the real thing anyway,” he says softly before pressing another swift kiss to the corner of Colin’s mouth.
“I’ll agree to that trade,” Colin says, smiling. He doesn’t let go of Bradley’s hand as they walk back to the tube.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1,300
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just have fun playing in other people's sandboxes.
Summary: In which Colin's scarf plays matchmaker, aka The One Where The Boys Share A Scarf.
Notes: My first ficlet since paperlegends. What. This is just a silly comment!fic for lemniciate who wanted the boys sharing a scarf and fluff. Which is just what this is. Unbetaed because, uh, it's comment!fic?
Enjoy and Merry Christmas! ♥
Colin Morgan is not one to swear very often, but at this point he has pretty much used every profanity within his vocabulary, and if he had the time, he might be tempted to look up more just for the sake of uttering them angrily at his empty flat. He doesn’t have the time though, and neither does he have time to keep looking for his scarf, because evidently, it’s gone missing, and now he’s running late. He has to be at Leicester Square in ten minutes to meet Bradley to do Christmas shopping, which he is clearly not going to make and now he’s going to be late and cold because of the lack of his scarf.
He grumbles all the way to the tube, wondering why on earth he hasn’t brought any of his millions of scarves from home to his London flat. He has more than he could possibly ever need back there, but for whatever reason he only has one scarf in London. And now he doesn’t even have that anymore.
Colin spends the tube ride going over every possible way he could’ve lost the scarf, but he comes up empty-handed. He knows he wore it last week when he and Bradley went ice skating, and he distinctively remembers taking it off when they returned to his flat and hanging it on its assigned hook in the hallway, but when he went to grab it earlier this morning, it was gone. He’s been through all of his closet (and can’t even bear to think of the mess that’s currently his bedroom due to that), every drawer in the flat, looked under every piece of furniture and even started rummaging through his kitchen cupboards before deciding that he was being ridiculous. Why on earth would he have put it there?
So it’s gone missing, mysteriously. It has, quite obviously, vanished into thin air. Colin very specifically does not think ‘magically’.
He’s not exactly feeling the Christmas cheer when he exits the tube and turns onto Leicester Square, walking towards the IMAX to meet Bradley. When Colin spots him however, the first thing he notices isn’t Bradley’s smile at him or the greeting wave. It’s the thing wrapped around Bradley’s neck. A scarf. Colin’s scarf.
“All right mate?” Bradley asks, smiling and squeezes Colin’s shoulder. Colin just stares at the scarf and then at Bradley, accusingly.
“That’s my scarf!”
Bradley blinks and tries to look down at the offending article, only really succeeding in giving himself multiple chins in the process.
“Oh. I was wondering where I’d gotten this, couldn’t remember ever seeing it before.”
“What, but, how,” Colin splutters and Bradley shrugs.
“I found it lying around in my flat.”
Colin opens his mouth but then closes it again. He’s almost a hundred percent certain that he’s never worn his scarf to Bradley’s place, but he might be wrong and he doesn’t want to come off as a one of those hysterical people who makes a huge fuss over nothing. He takes a deep breath and tries to tell himself that he’s just had a bad morning, that’s why he still feels so irritated. That and the fact that he’s still really cold. His jacket doesn’t quite fit tightly enough around his neck to prevent the cold air sneaking in, and he looks mournfully at the way his scarf is wrapped snugly around Bradley’s neck. The worst part is that it actually really suits him.
“Can I have it back then?” Colin asks and Bradley shakes his head.
“No, I’ll freeze!”
“Well I’m freezing now!” Colin says and Bradley smiles brightly. Colin narrows his eyes at him.
“Ah, but there’s a solution to that. I’ll get you a new one,” Bradley states and Colin has to resist the urge to stomp his foot like a five-year old.
“It’s my scarf, Bradley.”
“And you left it at my place, so now it’s mine.”
“What, that doesn’t even- How is that in any way a logical conclusion?” Colin asks incredulously.
“Are you going to bitch about it the entire day?” Bradley asks with a sigh and Colin purses his lips.
“Yes.”
“Well, only one thing to do then,” Bradley says and starts to unwrap the scarf from around his neck.
Colin gets a total of ten seconds to feel smug and victorious before Bradley hauls him close in, flush against him and starts wrapping the loose part of the scarf around Colin’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Colin hisses and tries to ignore the sensation of being so close to Bradley. They’re practically nose to nose and Colin can feel the warm puffs of Bradley’s breath tickling his jaw-line. It makes it a little hard to breathe.
“I’m giving you half the scarf,” Bradley replies and Colin imagines he can feel Bradley’s voice as well as just hearing it. He tries to swallow and decides that if Bradley makes any remark on the redness of his cheeks, Colin will just blame it on the frosty air.
“How generous,” he mutters, trying to go for sarcastic but only really succeeding in sounding as breathless as he feels. They stand like that for half a minute, just the sound of their breathing echoing in Colin’s ears, somehow managing to drown out the noise of busy Christmas shoppers milling around them. Colin thinks he should move, should do something, anything, because this is ridiculous. A prank gone too far. He reaches up to unwrap the scarf from his neck, but Bradley’s hand comes up, encircling his wrist and stops him.
“I nicked it,” Bradley blurts out and Colin looks at him, blinking.
“What?”
“I... I nicked it. After the ice skating last week.” Bradley looks nervous, biting his bottom lip and Colin can feel his heartbeat picking up speed.
“You... why?”
A muscle twitches in Bradley’s jaw and Colin’s almost afraid to breathe, waiting for Bradley’s response.
“I wanted... I wanted a part of you to always have close to me, and don’t you dare laugh at me Morgan,” Bradley says as Colin starts to smile.
“I’m not, I swear,” he says but can’t stop smiling.
“I don’t know why I chose the scarf, I don’t, honestly. It was just there, on my way out and I thought that something to wrap around my neck would be close enough,” Bradley finishes lamely. “You’re still laughing,” he adds and Colin shakes his head.
“I’m not. Why would I laugh at you declaring that you like me?” Colin says softly and feels like his stomach is doing tiny summersaults at the admittance.
“Is that what I just did?”
“You nicked my scarf, Bradley. To have me close to you. I think that counts,” Colin says and intertwines his gloved fingers with Bradley’s. His heart is definitely working over-time now.
“Well, when you put it like that...” Bradley mumbles, smiling widely and Colin can’t help but grin like a loon in return.
Bradley steals the smile of his lips when he leans in and closes the last, tiny amount of distance between them by pressing his mouth to Colin’s with a sweet, soft touch. Colin can’t help how his eyes flutter shut and his body surges forward. Bradley makes a surprised sound and Colin breaks the kiss.
“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly, but Bradley smiles.
“Don’t. Just. Maybe we should go somewhere less public?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Colin says. “I still want my scarf back by the way,” he adds and Bradley laughs before unwrapping it from his own neck and draping it across Colin’s.
“Fine by me. I prefer the real thing anyway,” he says softly before pressing another swift kiss to the corner of Colin’s mouth.
“I’ll agree to that trade,” Colin says, smiling. He doesn’t let go of Bradley’s hand as they walk back to the tube.