The Curious Case of the Little Green Leprechaun - Merlin RPF
Title: The Curious Case of the Little Green Leprechaun.
Written By: kajmere
Pairing: Colin/Bradley Merlin RPS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1800
Warning: None really. Besides a bit of crack. Unless fluff and kissing need a warning.
A/N: Dedicated to marikintaph *smooches*
cross posted at bradleycolin
Summary: Bradley thinks he has a Leprechaun. Colin thinks this is funny.
*****
Colin knocks on the door and hears a muffled sound that he can only presume as “come in” so he turns the knob and pushes the door open.
“Hey are you ready… erm…” Colin pauses, smirking at the sight of Bradley in nothing but his boxers, sprawled out his stomach, head hanging over the edge of the bed, peering under it.
“Lose something?”
“I think I have a leprechaun.”
Colin quirks a eyebrow. “You have a what?”
“A Leprechaun,” Bradley repeats, “You know those little green Irish men who like gold and rainbows?”
“I know what a leprechaun is Bradley. I am Irish, and we kind of invented them.”
Bradley huffs, and starts feeling around the edges of the under side of the bed. ‘Well, can you please tell your leprechaun friend to kindly give back my favorite pair of jeans?
“Uhm…”
Bradley flips back over and throws his arms up in apparent exasperated defeat which earns a little chuckle from Colin.
“My favorite pair of jeans, Colin! You know the ones.”
“I do?”
“Yeah! The ones that have the holes in the thigh and knee, and are super comfortable.”
“Oh. The ones that you should of thrown out five years ago? Those ones?”
'The ones that make your arse look incredible' Colin thinks to himself.
“Hey they are my favorite jeans because I got them all worked in and worn out and…” He pouts, “They’re comfy!”
“Oh…kay…” Colin can’t help but smile as he crosses his arms and legs, leaning against the wall opposite Bradley, looking down at himself.
“So… a little Irish Leprechaun has stolen your jeans?”
“YES! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you Colin! Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“But that doesn’t really make any sense Bradders,” Colin says fondly. “I mean, if I know Leprechauns, which I do, I can tell you that they have no desire to steal old jeans. They like gold, and garden gnomes, and shiny things.”
Bradley runs his fingers through his now dry hair in obvious dismay of the thieving of his jeans.
“Colin, it’s the only reasonable explanation. I wore them two days ago, and I threw them on that chair over there…” flailing his hand in the general direction of ‘over there’ while staring at the ceiling. “…when I took them off. I remember, and now they’re gone. Vanished. M.I.A, and that little cheeky bugger stole them! I just know it. Those little Irish guys are evil!”
Colin stifles a giggle “Hey I’m not evil!” he says as he steps over to the bed and sits down. “We have to go though; I mean we’re going to be late for the pub. Can’t you just put on another pair?”
“I never said you were evil,” Bradley dismissing Colin’s plea for him to get ready, turns his head and eyes him suspiciously.
“You insult the leprechaun which is Irish, then in turn you insult me, and you’re missing the point. Late, Bradley. We are going to be late.”
“Are you sticking up for the little thieving leprechaun?” Bradley says, with a little hint of playful anger.
“I… uhm…”
Colin wonders what will happen if he does side with this imaginary magical being.
“…well, I’ve known some in my time, and they’re generally nice, they sing their little folk songs, and dance their little dances, and I hear if you catch one, they will grant you three wishes in exchange for their release. So why on earth would they be evil? Wish granting leprechauns are not evil!”
Bradley stares at Colin for a moment. “You are sticking up for it!”
Colin purses out his lips in defiance and stares down at Bradley. “What of it?”
“Oh that. Is. It. I’ve had just about enough of cheeky Irish for one day!” Bradley hooks his arm around Colin’s mid section and pulls him down.
Colin can’t help but burst out into a fit of giggles as Bradley scrambles and straddles his thighs; pinning his arms above his head.
“Oi! Bradley, This isn’t very fair. I was only standing up for my beliefs that leprechaun aren’t pant stealing evil beings, and now I have you attacking me! This is completely uncalled for!”
Bradley leans down and nibbles on his ear, which completely dismembers Colin’s whole 'I’m seriously offended' façade.
“Colin…” Bradley whispers into his left ear. “You. Are. My boyfriend… and you. are. supposed. to be on my side.” extenuating each word with a love bite trailing down from his ear to his jaw line and settling on his neck.
Colin cranes his neck to one side to allow Bradley better access. Bradley’s bites turn in to kisses.
“But…” Colin tries to protest, as Bradley shifts his one hand to hold both of Colin’s wrists above his head, and puts the index finger on his free hand up to Colin’s mouth.
“Shhhh let me finish.” Bradley says.
Bradley places kisses from one side of Colin’s neck to the other and back up to his right ear.
“Are you on my side Colin?” Bradley whispers in the other ear, as he flicks the lobe with his tongue.
Colin nods his submission.
“Good, I’m glad we’re finally on the same page,” Bradley releases Colin’s wrists and sits up, still straddling. Bradley shifts to get off him when something catches his eye. A rip in the jeans Colin had on, just below the pocket. He stops moving and peers down at the hole, then back up to Colin who is doing everything in his power avert his eyes, staring inconspicuously and innocently at the painting on the wall.
“I never noticed how pretty that painting is,” Colin says.
“Colin.”
“Hummm… Look Bradley it’s pretty.”
“Colin.”
He continues to ignore Bradley, so Bradley sits up on his knees and swiftly flips Colin over.
“HEY!” Colin muffles in to the pillow. Bradley lifts up Colin’s jumper to reveal the label on the Jeans, and gasps.
“It was YOU! You’re the thieving Leprechaun!!” Bradley exclaims, and flips him back over and sitting back down.
“You know, I don’t really like the way you’re manhandling me,” Colin says trying to sound very annoyed.
Bradley huffs laughter. “You little…”
“Who you calling little? I’m bigger then you.”
“Stop trying to change the subject leprechaun!!”
Colin starts to squirm, to no avail under the weight of Bradley.
“Are you quite finished?” Bradley asks.
Colin stops moving and looks up into Bradley’s dancing eyes, and mimics waving the white flag.
“Right, so how did my beloved favorite jeans end up on your sexy little arse?”
“Uhm, I am said sneaky leprechaun?”
“Oh you are, are you? Well then.” Bradley rubs at his chin as if he is forming a evil plan.
“You left them at mine two days ago, that’s where you took them off and threw them…” waves his hands mimicking Bradley’s “…over there” Colin explains.
“Oh don’t you lie to me leprechaun!”
“But…” Colin starts. “It’s the truth, don’t you remember? I like them, they’re comfy, like you said, and they smell like you, and I love smelling like you,” being quite serious.
Bradley smirks down at Colin “I think a leprechaun would do or say just about anything to evade capture, but it appears…” Bradley rubs at his chin again. “That I have indeed captured myself a cute little Irish leprechaun,” eyes gleaming.
“Oh.”
“And according to your little spiel about leprechaun’s and capture, I believe; now you can correct me if I’m wrong Leprecolin…” Bradley chuckling at his own pun “…That a Leprecolin will grant their captor three wishes in exchange for their release.”
“Did you just call me... Leprecolin?”
Bradley nods.
Colin laughs despite himself, and his predicament. ‘Go on then…”
“I think in all fairness Leprecolin, you owe me, Bradley James! King of the Leprecolin Captors, three wishes!”
Colin rolls his eyes. “Are you going to start pounding at your chest yelling ‘I am maaaan hear me rooooar!’?
“This is no laughing matter Col…” as he holds back his own laughter.
Colin runs his hand over his face in one quick swipe to remove his amusement, replacing it with all seriousness.
“Ok, Bradley James, King of the Leprecolin Captors, I Colin Morgan, the King of the Leprechaun kingdom of Northern Ireland will grant you three wishes…” holding up three fingers. “…in exchange for my timely release.”
Bradley was deep in thought for a couple moments.
“Would you hurry up?” Colin says “We are late to meet Angel and Katie for drinks, as I previously mentioned.”
“Silence Leprecolin! Silence! I’m thinking…”
“Don’t strain your brain, sweetheart.”
“I said silence!” Bradley exclaims.
A couple more moments go by before Bradley speaks again.
“Ok. I got em…” he looks back down at Colin laying there helplessly between his legs.
“Wish number one. I wish for you to give me back my favorite jeans.”
Colin nods.
“Right now.” Bradley adds. “Take them off.”
“That’s a little hard with you sitting on me,” Colin points out.
Bradley waves his off dismissively.
“Wish number two.” He continues. “I wish to be locked in this room with you for the next 24 hours. With no calls, no knocks on the door, no going out to the pub, just me and you. I want to punish my little captured Leprecolin.”
“But…” Colin protests…”Angel and Katie are waiting.”
Bradley pulls Colin’s phone out of his jean pocket and hands it to Colin, lust shadowing his blue eyes. “Call them. Now. Tell them we can’t make it. They won’t be too bothered.”
Colin obliges without any protest. And once he hangs up the phone, he reaches up and grabs Bradley by the back of his neck, pulling him down into a wet kiss, drinking him in. All of him. Running his hands over his back, his shoulders, his neck, through his hair. Everything.
Bradley pulls away with great restraint, and Colin protests.
“I have one wish left,” Bradley says.
Colin sighs. “But if I grant it, then you have to release me.”
Bradley thinks about that for a moment. “No. I don’t believe I will. Wish number three.” Bradley starts. “I wish that you, Leprecolin, will never release me, never get sick of me, and love me until the end of time, and I in turn shall not release you.” He leans back down and grabs Colins lips once more with his own.
“Oh you sentimental sap.” Colin mumbles into Bradley mouth.
“Consider your wishes granted.”
~End.
Written By: kajmere
Pairing: Colin/Bradley Merlin RPS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1800
Warning: None really. Besides a bit of crack. Unless fluff and kissing need a warning.
A/N: Dedicated to marikintaph *smooches*
cross posted at bradleycolin
Summary: Bradley thinks he has a Leprechaun. Colin thinks this is funny.
*****
Colin knocks on the door and hears a muffled sound that he can only presume as “come in” so he turns the knob and pushes the door open.
“Hey are you ready… erm…” Colin pauses, smirking at the sight of Bradley in nothing but his boxers, sprawled out his stomach, head hanging over the edge of the bed, peering under it.
“Lose something?”
“I think I have a leprechaun.”
Colin quirks a eyebrow. “You have a what?”
“A Leprechaun,” Bradley repeats, “You know those little green Irish men who like gold and rainbows?”
“I know what a leprechaun is Bradley. I am Irish, and we kind of invented them.”
Bradley huffs, and starts feeling around the edges of the under side of the bed. ‘Well, can you please tell your leprechaun friend to kindly give back my favorite pair of jeans?
“Uhm…”
Bradley flips back over and throws his arms up in apparent exasperated defeat which earns a little chuckle from Colin.
“My favorite pair of jeans, Colin! You know the ones.”
“I do?”
“Yeah! The ones that have the holes in the thigh and knee, and are super comfortable.”
“Oh. The ones that you should of thrown out five years ago? Those ones?”
'The ones that make your arse look incredible' Colin thinks to himself.
“Hey they are my favorite jeans because I got them all worked in and worn out and…” He pouts, “They’re comfy!”
“Oh…kay…” Colin can’t help but smile as he crosses his arms and legs, leaning against the wall opposite Bradley, looking down at himself.
“So… a little Irish Leprechaun has stolen your jeans?”
“YES! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you Colin! Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“But that doesn’t really make any sense Bradders,” Colin says fondly. “I mean, if I know Leprechauns, which I do, I can tell you that they have no desire to steal old jeans. They like gold, and garden gnomes, and shiny things.”
Bradley runs his fingers through his now dry hair in obvious dismay of the thieving of his jeans.
“Colin, it’s the only reasonable explanation. I wore them two days ago, and I threw them on that chair over there…” flailing his hand in the general direction of ‘over there’ while staring at the ceiling. “…when I took them off. I remember, and now they’re gone. Vanished. M.I.A, and that little cheeky bugger stole them! I just know it. Those little Irish guys are evil!”
Colin stifles a giggle “Hey I’m not evil!” he says as he steps over to the bed and sits down. “We have to go though; I mean we’re going to be late for the pub. Can’t you just put on another pair?”
“I never said you were evil,” Bradley dismissing Colin’s plea for him to get ready, turns his head and eyes him suspiciously.
“You insult the leprechaun which is Irish, then in turn you insult me, and you’re missing the point. Late, Bradley. We are going to be late.”
“Are you sticking up for the little thieving leprechaun?” Bradley says, with a little hint of playful anger.
“I… uhm…”
Colin wonders what will happen if he does side with this imaginary magical being.
“…well, I’ve known some in my time, and they’re generally nice, they sing their little folk songs, and dance their little dances, and I hear if you catch one, they will grant you three wishes in exchange for their release. So why on earth would they be evil? Wish granting leprechauns are not evil!”
Bradley stares at Colin for a moment. “You are sticking up for it!”
Colin purses out his lips in defiance and stares down at Bradley. “What of it?”
“Oh that. Is. It. I’ve had just about enough of cheeky Irish for one day!” Bradley hooks his arm around Colin’s mid section and pulls him down.
Colin can’t help but burst out into a fit of giggles as Bradley scrambles and straddles his thighs; pinning his arms above his head.
“Oi! Bradley, This isn’t very fair. I was only standing up for my beliefs that leprechaun aren’t pant stealing evil beings, and now I have you attacking me! This is completely uncalled for!”
Bradley leans down and nibbles on his ear, which completely dismembers Colin’s whole 'I’m seriously offended' façade.
“Colin…” Bradley whispers into his left ear. “You. Are. My boyfriend… and you. are. supposed. to be on my side.” extenuating each word with a love bite trailing down from his ear to his jaw line and settling on his neck.
Colin cranes his neck to one side to allow Bradley better access. Bradley’s bites turn in to kisses.
“But…” Colin tries to protest, as Bradley shifts his one hand to hold both of Colin’s wrists above his head, and puts the index finger on his free hand up to Colin’s mouth.
“Shhhh let me finish.” Bradley says.
Bradley places kisses from one side of Colin’s neck to the other and back up to his right ear.
“Are you on my side Colin?” Bradley whispers in the other ear, as he flicks the lobe with his tongue.
Colin nods his submission.
“Good, I’m glad we’re finally on the same page,” Bradley releases Colin’s wrists and sits up, still straddling. Bradley shifts to get off him when something catches his eye. A rip in the jeans Colin had on, just below the pocket. He stops moving and peers down at the hole, then back up to Colin who is doing everything in his power avert his eyes, staring inconspicuously and innocently at the painting on the wall.
“I never noticed how pretty that painting is,” Colin says.
“Colin.”
“Hummm… Look Bradley it’s pretty.”
“Colin.”
He continues to ignore Bradley, so Bradley sits up on his knees and swiftly flips Colin over.
“HEY!” Colin muffles in to the pillow. Bradley lifts up Colin’s jumper to reveal the label on the Jeans, and gasps.
“It was YOU! You’re the thieving Leprechaun!!” Bradley exclaims, and flips him back over and sitting back down.
“You know, I don’t really like the way you’re manhandling me,” Colin says trying to sound very annoyed.
Bradley huffs laughter. “You little…”
“Who you calling little? I’m bigger then you.”
“Stop trying to change the subject leprechaun!!”
Colin starts to squirm, to no avail under the weight of Bradley.
“Are you quite finished?” Bradley asks.
Colin stops moving and looks up into Bradley’s dancing eyes, and mimics waving the white flag.
“Right, so how did my beloved favorite jeans end up on your sexy little arse?”
“Uhm, I am said sneaky leprechaun?”
“Oh you are, are you? Well then.” Bradley rubs at his chin as if he is forming a evil plan.
“You left them at mine two days ago, that’s where you took them off and threw them…” waves his hands mimicking Bradley’s “…over there” Colin explains.
“Oh don’t you lie to me leprechaun!”
“But…” Colin starts. “It’s the truth, don’t you remember? I like them, they’re comfy, like you said, and they smell like you, and I love smelling like you,” being quite serious.
Bradley smirks down at Colin “I think a leprechaun would do or say just about anything to evade capture, but it appears…” Bradley rubs at his chin again. “That I have indeed captured myself a cute little Irish leprechaun,” eyes gleaming.
“Oh.”
“And according to your little spiel about leprechaun’s and capture, I believe; now you can correct me if I’m wrong Leprecolin…” Bradley chuckling at his own pun “…That a Leprecolin will grant their captor three wishes in exchange for their release.”
“Did you just call me... Leprecolin?”
Bradley nods.
Colin laughs despite himself, and his predicament. ‘Go on then…”
“I think in all fairness Leprecolin, you owe me, Bradley James! King of the Leprecolin Captors, three wishes!”
Colin rolls his eyes. “Are you going to start pounding at your chest yelling ‘I am maaaan hear me rooooar!’?
“This is no laughing matter Col…” as he holds back his own laughter.
Colin runs his hand over his face in one quick swipe to remove his amusement, replacing it with all seriousness.
“Ok, Bradley James, King of the Leprecolin Captors, I Colin Morgan, the King of the Leprechaun kingdom of Northern Ireland will grant you three wishes…” holding up three fingers. “…in exchange for my timely release.”
Bradley was deep in thought for a couple moments.
“Would you hurry up?” Colin says “We are late to meet Angel and Katie for drinks, as I previously mentioned.”
“Silence Leprecolin! Silence! I’m thinking…”
“Don’t strain your brain, sweetheart.”
“I said silence!” Bradley exclaims.
A couple more moments go by before Bradley speaks again.
“Ok. I got em…” he looks back down at Colin laying there helplessly between his legs.
“Wish number one. I wish for you to give me back my favorite jeans.”
Colin nods.
“Right now.” Bradley adds. “Take them off.”
“That’s a little hard with you sitting on me,” Colin points out.
Bradley waves his off dismissively.
“Wish number two.” He continues. “I wish to be locked in this room with you for the next 24 hours. With no calls, no knocks on the door, no going out to the pub, just me and you. I want to punish my little captured Leprecolin.”
“But…” Colin protests…”Angel and Katie are waiting.”
Bradley pulls Colin’s phone out of his jean pocket and hands it to Colin, lust shadowing his blue eyes. “Call them. Now. Tell them we can’t make it. They won’t be too bothered.”
Colin obliges without any protest. And once he hangs up the phone, he reaches up and grabs Bradley by the back of his neck, pulling him down into a wet kiss, drinking him in. All of him. Running his hands over his back, his shoulders, his neck, through his hair. Everything.
Bradley pulls away with great restraint, and Colin protests.
“I have one wish left,” Bradley says.
Colin sighs. “But if I grant it, then you have to release me.”
Bradley thinks about that for a moment. “No. I don’t believe I will. Wish number three.” Bradley starts. “I wish that you, Leprecolin, will never release me, never get sick of me, and love me until the end of time, and I in turn shall not release you.” He leans back down and grabs Colins lips once more with his own.
“Oh you sentimental sap.” Colin mumbles into Bradley mouth.
“Consider your wishes granted.”
~End.