Collectomania; Merlin RPF
Title: Collectomania
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley, Angel, Colin (with random Merlin pairings)
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: When Bradley throws a party Angel and Colin find something they weren't expecting...
Author Notes: Written for mustbethursday3 and beta'd by my lovely sgmajorshipper. Thurssday; you aren't going to win!
My Merlin Prompt Table
Bradley James has an embarrassing secret.
It’s nothing to do with his weird crush on Konnie Huq or the way he drinks four pints of milk a day.
Oh no.
It has nothing to do with either of those facts. Or the one where he spends hours on end walking around his room practising his lines on his own and pretending to be the other characters as he goes.
No.
His embarrassing secret is one he managed to keep covered up.
Until he had a party, to which he invited his cast mates and a few of his friends. He was about to spend another crazy nine months in the Merlin whirlwind and it was his last chance to see them before he became too busy to think outside of the box and see anybody else other than the five others he worked closest with.
He would never wish his life ‘normal’ by any means, but it was certainly was a demanding job. When he got home and his head hit the pillow he never woke up again until his alarm went off the next morning. Only occasionally did he get time to himself.
But, tonight he was going to be selfish. He’d gone to Tesco and bought every single sort of alcohol that had been on offer along with the usual nibbles and sugary goods that everybody needs at a good ‘let’s get completely sloshed’ party.
He had a bottle of champagne set aside in the fridge for his co-stars. He was determined for them to get completely riddled before they spent the next nine months together. It would provide them all with some good stories to pass on to each other. Or to simply make a pass at each other and then proceed to tease them relentlessly about it.
The party was in full flow the music was blaring and the alcohol free flowing. To hear anybody talk they had to shout, and for them to hear you, you had to shout back. It's something a lot of the people at the party are used to.
The quieter members of the congregation surprisingly include two of his closest friends. The two people he works closest with. One he is paid to throw things at, the other he is paid to kiss. It could be a lot worse. It could be the other way around, but then he'd feel bad for throwing things at a girl.
The two of them sought to escape the loud crowd having lost their other two co-stars to the rabble of noisy people that Bradley liked to call his friends, "I'm all for socialising but all his friends do is ask me awkward questions about what it's like to fondle him."
"But that's what me and Katie do too," Colin said with a shrug as they escaped into Bradley's bedroom.
"That's different," Colin's raised eyebrow was lost on her in the darkness. He grappled at the wall for the light switch catching it after a couple of seconds, "I know you guys. You know everything else about me that that's all that is left to know."
"Plus it's funny to watch Bradley squirm," Colin added with a grin. That was why he did it and he was near certain that was why Katie did it as well. It was a well known fact that Bradley was utterly useless with women he couldn't even talk about his make believe relationship without getting embarrassed.
"Indeed," She said sitting on the edge of Bradley's bed, "But those guys know one thing about me: I'm paid to be in love with their friend."
"Painting yourself as a prostitute there Angel," he said taking a seat next to her. He drank from his beer bottle and leant back into the mattress against his elbows.
"I swear that's basically what they see me as. They have no interest in me as anything else other than Gwen. Maid and scrubber."
"Maybe that's a good thing. Who wants Bradley's friends anyway?" he said by way of explanation.
Angel sighed and turned to face him, her glass of wine in her hand, "I suppose you're right," something caught her eye across the room, "What the hell?" she got up and headed over to Bradley's bookshelf.
"What?" Colin rolled onto his stomach to get a better look. In her hand Angel had hold of a figurine. A figurine of him in his Merlin costume, "He has them on display?" he couldn’t see the shelf, Angel was stood in front of her and had placed her glass on the empty end of it.
"He does,” she confirmed turning back around, she replaced the Merlin action figure to the shelf, “and oh sweet lord what is that Arthur doing to that Gwen."
"Do I even want to know?" Colin asked putting his hand over his eyes but looking through his fingers all the same.
"No. And you even more don't want to know what this you is doing to that Gaius."
"My poor innocent mind!"
"Your poor mind? My poor mind had to see it! And oh god..."
"What...?"
"Ever wanted to know who Arthur would leave Gwen for?"
"Merlin?"
"Wrong program. Wrong era. Wrong country,” she paused, “Right gender."
"Not some warped Electra complex is it?" the worst thing about Colin’s current thought, was that he could actually see Bradley being that weird.
"Thankfully no..." she picked up the figurine and showed it to her Irish friend.
In her hand was a five inch model of a platinum blonde haired male in a long black meant-to-be-leather coat, "That doesn't actually surprise me..."
"Me either..."
The bedroom door opened revealing Bradley with a beer in his hand. He looked between them and frowned, "Party's out here, guys," he said pointing behind him into the noise.
"Just taking five minutes," Colin answered still lying on his front. Angel couldn't help but laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing," she replied putting the figure back on the shelf, "Interesting past time, Bradders."
"What is?"
"Playing with action figures."
"Got to do something to pass the time."
"Merlin and Gaius?" Colin said abashed pointing wildly in the general direction.
"Eh?" Bradley looked confused and Angel burst into uncontrollable giggles.
"Angel!"
"Sorry couldn't resist."
"And the Spike thing?" Colin said turning his attention back to his female friend who was still shaking with laughter.
"That was completely true, wasn't it, Bradley?" the door shut quickly making the two actors laugh even more, "Somebody is embarrassed!" she sing-songed.
"Poor guy," Colin said as solemnly as he could before he too started to laugh.
"He can never tease me again," she concluded with a smile on her face.
"Don't be so sure. He'll dig."
"Nothing can beat this. Internet here I come."
"You know the slash fans would love it. Arthur/Spike would become a new thing."
"It's probably already a thing somewhere... I'm sure it's already crossed somebody's mind."
"It crossed yours, didn't it," Colin said knowingly.
She smirked, "Not at all."
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley, Angel, Colin (with random Merlin pairings)
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: When Bradley throws a party Angel and Colin find something they weren't expecting...
Author Notes: Written for mustbethursday3 and beta'd by my lovely sgmajorshipper. Thurssday; you aren't going to win!
My Merlin Prompt Table
Bradley James has an embarrassing secret.
It’s nothing to do with his weird crush on Konnie Huq or the way he drinks four pints of milk a day.
Oh no.
It has nothing to do with either of those facts. Or the one where he spends hours on end walking around his room practising his lines on his own and pretending to be the other characters as he goes.
No.
His embarrassing secret is one he managed to keep covered up.
Until he had a party, to which he invited his cast mates and a few of his friends. He was about to spend another crazy nine months in the Merlin whirlwind and it was his last chance to see them before he became too busy to think outside of the box and see anybody else other than the five others he worked closest with.
He would never wish his life ‘normal’ by any means, but it was certainly was a demanding job. When he got home and his head hit the pillow he never woke up again until his alarm went off the next morning. Only occasionally did he get time to himself.
But, tonight he was going to be selfish. He’d gone to Tesco and bought every single sort of alcohol that had been on offer along with the usual nibbles and sugary goods that everybody needs at a good ‘let’s get completely sloshed’ party.
He had a bottle of champagne set aside in the fridge for his co-stars. He was determined for them to get completely riddled before they spent the next nine months together. It would provide them all with some good stories to pass on to each other. Or to simply make a pass at each other and then proceed to tease them relentlessly about it.
The party was in full flow the music was blaring and the alcohol free flowing. To hear anybody talk they had to shout, and for them to hear you, you had to shout back. It's something a lot of the people at the party are used to.
The quieter members of the congregation surprisingly include two of his closest friends. The two people he works closest with. One he is paid to throw things at, the other he is paid to kiss. It could be a lot worse. It could be the other way around, but then he'd feel bad for throwing things at a girl.
The two of them sought to escape the loud crowd having lost their other two co-stars to the rabble of noisy people that Bradley liked to call his friends, "I'm all for socialising but all his friends do is ask me awkward questions about what it's like to fondle him."
"But that's what me and Katie do too," Colin said with a shrug as they escaped into Bradley's bedroom.
"That's different," Colin's raised eyebrow was lost on her in the darkness. He grappled at the wall for the light switch catching it after a couple of seconds, "I know you guys. You know everything else about me that that's all that is left to know."
"Plus it's funny to watch Bradley squirm," Colin added with a grin. That was why he did it and he was near certain that was why Katie did it as well. It was a well known fact that Bradley was utterly useless with women he couldn't even talk about his make believe relationship without getting embarrassed.
"Indeed," She said sitting on the edge of Bradley's bed, "But those guys know one thing about me: I'm paid to be in love with their friend."
"Painting yourself as a prostitute there Angel," he said taking a seat next to her. He drank from his beer bottle and leant back into the mattress against his elbows.
"I swear that's basically what they see me as. They have no interest in me as anything else other than Gwen. Maid and scrubber."
"Maybe that's a good thing. Who wants Bradley's friends anyway?" he said by way of explanation.
Angel sighed and turned to face him, her glass of wine in her hand, "I suppose you're right," something caught her eye across the room, "What the hell?" she got up and headed over to Bradley's bookshelf.
"What?" Colin rolled onto his stomach to get a better look. In her hand Angel had hold of a figurine. A figurine of him in his Merlin costume, "He has them on display?" he couldn’t see the shelf, Angel was stood in front of her and had placed her glass on the empty end of it.
"He does,” she confirmed turning back around, she replaced the Merlin action figure to the shelf, “and oh sweet lord what is that Arthur doing to that Gwen."
"Do I even want to know?" Colin asked putting his hand over his eyes but looking through his fingers all the same.
"No. And you even more don't want to know what this you is doing to that Gaius."
"My poor innocent mind!"
"Your poor mind? My poor mind had to see it! And oh god..."
"What...?"
"Ever wanted to know who Arthur would leave Gwen for?"
"Merlin?"
"Wrong program. Wrong era. Wrong country,” she paused, “Right gender."
"Not some warped Electra complex is it?" the worst thing about Colin’s current thought, was that he could actually see Bradley being that weird.
"Thankfully no..." she picked up the figurine and showed it to her Irish friend.
In her hand was a five inch model of a platinum blonde haired male in a long black meant-to-be-leather coat, "That doesn't actually surprise me..."
"Me either..."
The bedroom door opened revealing Bradley with a beer in his hand. He looked between them and frowned, "Party's out here, guys," he said pointing behind him into the noise.
"Just taking five minutes," Colin answered still lying on his front. Angel couldn't help but laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing," she replied putting the figure back on the shelf, "Interesting past time, Bradders."
"What is?"
"Playing with action figures."
"Got to do something to pass the time."
"Merlin and Gaius?" Colin said abashed pointing wildly in the general direction.
"Eh?" Bradley looked confused and Angel burst into uncontrollable giggles.
"Angel!"
"Sorry couldn't resist."
"And the Spike thing?" Colin said turning his attention back to his female friend who was still shaking with laughter.
"That was completely true, wasn't it, Bradley?" the door shut quickly making the two actors laugh even more, "Somebody is embarrassed!" she sing-songed.
"Poor guy," Colin said as solemnly as he could before he too started to laugh.
"He can never tease me again," she concluded with a smile on her face.
"Don't be so sure. He'll dig."
"Nothing can beat this. Internet here I come."
"You know the slash fans would love it. Arthur/Spike would become a new thing."
"It's probably already a thing somewhere... I'm sure it's already crossed somebody's mind."
"It crossed yours, didn't it," Colin said knowingly.
She smirked, "Not at all."