[Fic:] Maybe not that bad
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Title: Maybe not that bad.
Author: lagolindari
Fandom: Merlin RPS
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #07 (pic on the side) for bradleycolin's RPS Challenge #1.
Summary: One sunny afternoon in Victoria Park. Apparently, Colin has silly shoes and freckles.
ETA: Classified as THIRD place ♥! Thank you so much everyone!
Maybe not that bad.
Bradley stretches when he gets off the bus, a lazy smile on his lips. September is seldom sunny in London - he starts walking with no hurry, enjoying the autumn sun on his face, the way it seeps through his shirt to warm his shoulders, his back. He gets to Victoria Park and strolls through its criss-crossed paths, smelling the soil, still damp from yesterday's rain, the fresh grass. It's early afternoon and the place is deserted, and Bradley likes it very much.
When he reaches the shore of the small lake, Colin is already there, waiting with his hands tucked in his pockets. His lean frame is burrowed under a huge striped hoodie and he's tapping the ground with the toes of one foot, crossed over the other, restless like usual. Bradley can't help but grin when he notices the bright green trainers that Colin is sporting, and just has to tease.
"Ehy, Morgan. Where did you find those shoes? Looks like you just got back from Oz," he says, switching off his Ipod, earphones hanging around his neck.
"Oh. Hi," Colin's face brightens with a big smile, and he waves him a clumsy hello. "I think they're great. And Oz - that was - those shoes were red. And, and glittery. Mine are so much better."
Bradley smirks and flops down, legs crossed, motioning for Colin to sit down with him. "Yeah, whatever. I think they look insane - but then, after all, you're pretty special, aren't you, Colin?"
Colin frowns and crosses his arms on his chest, in mock offence. "I'll have you know that these shoes are simply amazing, and that could be Irish green, and it's not my fault if you're so old and conservative and - will you stop saying my name like that? And besides - "
But Bradley is looking at him with intent, and Colin suddenly realizes that he isn't paying attention to the conversation, at all.
"Ehy - James," he says, fighting not to blush under the scrutiny. "What are you - do I have something on my face?"
"Yeah. Sort of. Can I - " Bradley's fingers flutter close to Colin's face, and his fingertips are on his skin - they feel dry, and warm. Bradley looks at him closely, then lets out a crooked, small smile. "I never noticed you have freckles," he says, seeming strangely fascinated by the idea. His eyes seem to be entranced by Colin's skin - Colin can't help but squirm, his gaze darting on the grass.
"I do not," he tries to protest, swatting away Bradley's hand. And that proves to be the wrong thing to do - because Bradley snaps back into his usual, annoying self. He grins widely and pinches Colin's cheek hard, making him yelp.
"Oooh, look how cute is our Colin!" he laughs as Colin rubs at his face with the hem of his sleeve, looking at him with what could be considered a pout.
"You really didn't have to do that," he says, then brings his knees up, hugging them, and tries to hide his face behind this impromptu barricade. Only his eyes peek out from behind his jean-clad knees, and he stares reproachfully at Bradley, making him laugh even harder.
"Come on, Morgan," he tries his bully voice, leaning forwards, reaching out with his hands to try and pinch him again. "So that's the real reason you had to keep out of the sun all the time. It was to hide the secret freckly nature of Colin Morgan!"
"I do not have freckles!" Colin raises his head to insist, and God, now he's definitely pouting. Bradley looks at him and raises one eyebrow, in his best prattish face.
"Honestly, Morgan. Between those shoes and those freckles and that face, you look about five."
Colin just snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes. He rests his chin on one hand and comments, "I wonder whatever happened to the really nice person who was sitting with me just, like, three minutes ago." He shields his eyes and pretends to look around. "You seen him somewhere? His name is Bradley and he's blond and ugly, but he's very nice with me, so I like him anyway."
Bradley looks at him with an affronted expression on his face. "He is not ugly," he says, petulant.
"Then I don't have freckles," Colin retorts, giving him a triumphant, twisted smile.
"That's not the same!" protests Bradley, flopping back down on the crispy grass, his head cushioned on his arms. "Freckles are not ugly. I like freckles." He looks sideways to Colin, who is still sporting that goofy grin. "And you said you like this guy, mh? Should I be jealous?"
"Oh, I wouldn't know," replies Colin casually, tilting his head to one side. "He treats me much better than you do. And he's not that ugly, to tell the truth - he may actually be a little bit handsome."
"I think I really don't like him." Bradley gazes at the tiny white clouds scattered around the bright blue September sky, then turns to stare at Colin once more. "I'll have to find him and kick his ass now, won't I?"
"Bully," Colin says, an affectionate smile poking out on his lips.
"Oh. What if I say that I'll be very delicate?"
"Still a bully." Colin shakes his head, his lips pursed tight, eyes glittering with mischief. He sits with his legs crossed, smiling happily at his green-clad feet, and rests his chin on both hands, staring contentedly at Bradley.
"And what if I say I really like your shoes and you don't have freckles?" says Bradley, trying his prince-charming smile.
"That's cheating. And you're still a bully." He sticks his nose up with contempt, and pretends to think about it for a moment, giving Bradley a smug look. "But you're a nicer one."
Bradley just rolls on his side, bringing himself up on one elbow. "And what do I have to say for you to kiss me?" He whispers, a soft smile playing on his face.
Colin just smiles back, and the day suddenly seems more luminous. "You have to say just that," he says, and leans in to slowly brush his lips against Bradley's - Bradley nibbles gently at his bottom lip, then licks his mouth open, and Colin closes his eyes and enjoys the touch of Bradley's tongue against his, the soft way their lips move together. The kiss is warm, and lazy, and Colin finds himself grinning like a fool when they finally pull back, and Bradley's smiling too - his eyes are so blue and bright, and Colin suddenly wants to touch him, so bad -
"Should we - can we go now?" He says, a little breathless and a little enchanted by the way the sun makes Bradley's hair shine a suffused gold, and he's seldom felt this stupid, and it's just amazing.
Bradley stirs his lips into a secret smile, and just says "'Course," before sitting up and getting on his feet. He looks down at Colin and holds his hand out to drag him up, and if he pulls a little too much and Colin ends up in his arms, it's just by chance.
He wraps his arms around Colin, feeling ridiculously warm and fuzzy just having him pressed up against his body, and looks closely at his face. "I still maintain you have freckles," he says, laughing when Colin scowls, then kisses him on the cheek, then higher up at the corner of his eye, then near his nose. "Here. Here, and here as well."
Colin's breath trembles against his skin, and Bradley swallows down a smile, because he's so won this one.
"Okay. Then maybe I do," Colin says, a light blush spreading on his face. "But my shoes are great."
Bradley rolls his eyes at Colin's impish expression and gives him a quick kiss on the lips before grasping his hand. "All right. Maybe they're not that bad," he concedes, then starts walking lazily towards the gates, tugging Colin along. "And now come on. I need to check if you've been hiding freckles somewhere under those clothes, too."
And Colin just smiles and trots brightly after him, thinking that maybe - having freckles might not be that bad as well.
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Title: Maybe not that bad.
Author: lagolindari
Fandom: Merlin RPS
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #07 (pic on the side) for bradleycolin's RPS Challenge #1.
Summary: One sunny afternoon in Victoria Park. Apparently, Colin has silly shoes and freckles.
ETA: Classified as THIRD place ♥! Thank you so much everyone!
Maybe not that bad.
Bradley stretches when he gets off the bus, a lazy smile on his lips. September is seldom sunny in London - he starts walking with no hurry, enjoying the autumn sun on his face, the way it seeps through his shirt to warm his shoulders, his back. He gets to Victoria Park and strolls through its criss-crossed paths, smelling the soil, still damp from yesterday's rain, the fresh grass. It's early afternoon and the place is deserted, and Bradley likes it very much.
When he reaches the shore of the small lake, Colin is already there, waiting with his hands tucked in his pockets. His lean frame is burrowed under a huge striped hoodie and he's tapping the ground with the toes of one foot, crossed over the other, restless like usual. Bradley can't help but grin when he notices the bright green trainers that Colin is sporting, and just has to tease.
"Ehy, Morgan. Where did you find those shoes? Looks like you just got back from Oz," he says, switching off his Ipod, earphones hanging around his neck.
"Oh. Hi," Colin's face brightens with a big smile, and he waves him a clumsy hello. "I think they're great. And Oz - that was - those shoes were red. And, and glittery. Mine are so much better."
Bradley smirks and flops down, legs crossed, motioning for Colin to sit down with him. "Yeah, whatever. I think they look insane - but then, after all, you're pretty special, aren't you, Colin?"
Colin frowns and crosses his arms on his chest, in mock offence. "I'll have you know that these shoes are simply amazing, and that could be Irish green, and it's not my fault if you're so old and conservative and - will you stop saying my name like that? And besides - "
But Bradley is looking at him with intent, and Colin suddenly realizes that he isn't paying attention to the conversation, at all.
"Ehy - James," he says, fighting not to blush under the scrutiny. "What are you - do I have something on my face?"
"Yeah. Sort of. Can I - " Bradley's fingers flutter close to Colin's face, and his fingertips are on his skin - they feel dry, and warm. Bradley looks at him closely, then lets out a crooked, small smile. "I never noticed you have freckles," he says, seeming strangely fascinated by the idea. His eyes seem to be entranced by Colin's skin - Colin can't help but squirm, his gaze darting on the grass.
"I do not," he tries to protest, swatting away Bradley's hand. And that proves to be the wrong thing to do - because Bradley snaps back into his usual, annoying self. He grins widely and pinches Colin's cheek hard, making him yelp.
"Oooh, look how cute is our Colin!" he laughs as Colin rubs at his face with the hem of his sleeve, looking at him with what could be considered a pout.
"You really didn't have to do that," he says, then brings his knees up, hugging them, and tries to hide his face behind this impromptu barricade. Only his eyes peek out from behind his jean-clad knees, and he stares reproachfully at Bradley, making him laugh even harder.
"Come on, Morgan," he tries his bully voice, leaning forwards, reaching out with his hands to try and pinch him again. "So that's the real reason you had to keep out of the sun all the time. It was to hide the secret freckly nature of Colin Morgan!"
"I do not have freckles!" Colin raises his head to insist, and God, now he's definitely pouting. Bradley looks at him and raises one eyebrow, in his best prattish face.
"Honestly, Morgan. Between those shoes and those freckles and that face, you look about five."
Colin just snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes. He rests his chin on one hand and comments, "I wonder whatever happened to the really nice person who was sitting with me just, like, three minutes ago." He shields his eyes and pretends to look around. "You seen him somewhere? His name is Bradley and he's blond and ugly, but he's very nice with me, so I like him anyway."
Bradley looks at him with an affronted expression on his face. "He is not ugly," he says, petulant.
"Then I don't have freckles," Colin retorts, giving him a triumphant, twisted smile.
"That's not the same!" protests Bradley, flopping back down on the crispy grass, his head cushioned on his arms. "Freckles are not ugly. I like freckles." He looks sideways to Colin, who is still sporting that goofy grin. "And you said you like this guy, mh? Should I be jealous?"
"Oh, I wouldn't know," replies Colin casually, tilting his head to one side. "He treats me much better than you do. And he's not that ugly, to tell the truth - he may actually be a little bit handsome."
"I think I really don't like him." Bradley gazes at the tiny white clouds scattered around the bright blue September sky, then turns to stare at Colin once more. "I'll have to find him and kick his ass now, won't I?"
"Bully," Colin says, an affectionate smile poking out on his lips.
"Oh. What if I say that I'll be very delicate?"
"Still a bully." Colin shakes his head, his lips pursed tight, eyes glittering with mischief. He sits with his legs crossed, smiling happily at his green-clad feet, and rests his chin on both hands, staring contentedly at Bradley.
"And what if I say I really like your shoes and you don't have freckles?" says Bradley, trying his prince-charming smile.
"That's cheating. And you're still a bully." He sticks his nose up with contempt, and pretends to think about it for a moment, giving Bradley a smug look. "But you're a nicer one."
Bradley just rolls on his side, bringing himself up on one elbow. "And what do I have to say for you to kiss me?" He whispers, a soft smile playing on his face.
Colin just smiles back, and the day suddenly seems more luminous. "You have to say just that," he says, and leans in to slowly brush his lips against Bradley's - Bradley nibbles gently at his bottom lip, then licks his mouth open, and Colin closes his eyes and enjoys the touch of Bradley's tongue against his, the soft way their lips move together. The kiss is warm, and lazy, and Colin finds himself grinning like a fool when they finally pull back, and Bradley's smiling too - his eyes are so blue and bright, and Colin suddenly wants to touch him, so bad -
"Should we - can we go now?" He says, a little breathless and a little enchanted by the way the sun makes Bradley's hair shine a suffused gold, and he's seldom felt this stupid, and it's just amazing.
Bradley stirs his lips into a secret smile, and just says "'Course," before sitting up and getting on his feet. He looks down at Colin and holds his hand out to drag him up, and if he pulls a little too much and Colin ends up in his arms, it's just by chance.
He wraps his arms around Colin, feeling ridiculously warm and fuzzy just having him pressed up against his body, and looks closely at his face. "I still maintain you have freckles," he says, laughing when Colin scowls, then kisses him on the cheek, then higher up at the corner of his eye, then near his nose. "Here. Here, and here as well."
Colin's breath trembles against his skin, and Bradley swallows down a smile, because he's so won this one.
"Okay. Then maybe I do," Colin says, a light blush spreading on his face. "But my shoes are great."
Bradley rolls his eyes at Colin's impish expression and gives him a quick kiss on the lips before grasping his hand. "All right. Maybe they're not that bad," he concedes, then starts walking lazily towards the gates, tugging Colin along. "And now come on. I need to check if you've been hiding freckles somewhere under those clothes, too."
And Colin just smiles and trots brightly after him, thinking that maybe - having freckles might not be that bad as well.
.