Merlin RPS: 2 ficlets & a drabble: Bradley/Colin, PG-R

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Two ficlets and a drabble
Fandom: Merlin RPS
Rating/Warnings: PG-R, as marked
Pairing: Bradley/Colin (pre-slash and established)
Disclaimer: These are representations of an idea of a couple of real people. They belong to me, because you can’t tell me otherwise. The real boys belong to each other. (But that’s just an opinion, too.)



Moment of Truth

They’re in the middle of filming Episode Ten. That is, they in the middle of trying to film Episode Ten – the rain is an issue. So is time. It will be night soon. Soon, they’ll call it a day.

Colin broke away from the group some time ago. That he managed to find a private corner in the little shelter they have is not surprising. If anyone could be private in public, it was Colin. Bradley finds him anyway.

Colin isn’t reading a book, nor listening to music. He’s not thumbing through the script or practicing his wizard hands. He’s just sitting, quietly. Bradley sits down beside him and stays quiet, too. It’s a nice change from Katie and Angel’s conversation about the stuntmen’s arses.

The rain patters gently against the tent. The crew shuffles about around them, but they leave them be. It’s been such a waste of a day. Bradley is suddenly exhausted. He stretches, sprawling out on the (mostly) dry ground. Colin turns to him, once, then looks away. “Hello there, Colin,” Bradley says a bit too loudly for the quiet space. Colin’s mouth twitches in what could be a “Hey, Bradley,” but Bradley has yet to find the Colin-to-English Dictionary. He remains silent. Bradley starts drumming his fingers on the ground, fully expecting they’ll call it a wrap before Colin even so much as hums.

He’s wrong, though. “Hey, Bradley?” Colin asks in a quiet voice. Bradley immediately stops fidgeting. He pulls himself upright and sits across from Colin, who isn’t exactly looking at him, but in Bradley’s general direction. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

It takes Bradley a moment to untangle Colin’s words from one another, but when he gets it, he nods, leaning closer. “All right. Shoot, Morgan.”

Colin shrinks into himself a bit more. “You can’t think any different of me after I tell you.”

Bradley leans closer still, because Colin is still speaking too softly. “You can tell me.” Bradley catches little of what Colin says next.

He places what he thinks is a comforting hand on Colin’s shoulder, and Colin looks up at him. Bradley smiles, but Colin is deathly serious.

“Bradley, I’m . . .”

Bradley leans closer still, his other hand clasping Colin’s other shoulder. Perhaps he’s too close. Even though Colin is the one confessing, Bradley feels inexplicably nervous. His mouth is suddenly dry. He can feel the sweat gathering under his hands and they slide slightly over Colin’s shoulders. Yet he leans closer to catch Colin’s next words:

“I’m a sorcerer.”

Colin is on the ground laughing hysterically while Bradley is still processing what just happened. “Oh, Bradley! I was bored out of my skull. Your face! Oh, god! I can always count on you, can’t I?”

“Yeah,” Bradley mindlessly agrees, without knowing what he’s agreeing to. “Yeah,” he repeats. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Colin nudges his shoulder. “Come on. I think I hear them packing up.”

“Yeah,” Bradley repeats, following Colin out with his eyes. “Yeah.”



Pretty Pretty Princess

Bradley never suspected anyone would react to the Pictures like Colin – mostly because he never suspected anyone still owned roll-on glitter.

“You’re making me look ridiculous.”

“You do that yourself. I’m making you look like a princess.” Colin shifted in Bradley’s lap, far too enthusiastic over a tube of lip gloss.

“The girls are in on this, aren’t they?”

“You’re lucky I don’t film it for the diaries.”

“I dare you.”

Colin smirked and licked the gloss off of Bradley’s lips. “You’re wearing a dress tonight, by the way.”

Bradley agreed. Anything if Colin kept moving his hips like that.



Kings Giles’s Court

Bradley likes to talk. Everyone knows that. A slightly less percentage of people know Bradley likes to talk after sex. A significantly less percentage than that knows Bradley says some really stupid shit after he’s just had a brilliant orgasm.

“I mean, think how brilliant it would be to have Giles as King of Camelot! And Faith as Morgana! But who would Gwen be? I mean, she’s obviously a Willow, with all her babbling, but that would make Morgana Buffy and that doesn’t make sense for the whole ‘Morgana is evil’ thing that’s developing. Plus, Buffy is so an Arthur type, don’t you think?”

“They’re both blond,” Colin supplies, kicking himself for fuelling Bradley’s fantasies.

“Yes! So Buffy is Arthur. What about Merlin? Xander? But Xander doesn’t have any cool magic powers. He’s a nobody. Well, not really. Remember in the final season?” Bradley gestures to his eyes for some reason.

Colin nods.

“This is tougher than it looks.” Bradley is quiet for a bit, so Colin rolls over and tries to get some sleep. Bradley puts an arm around his waist and tugs him closer. “Wesley is Gaius.”

Colin groans.

“No? Yeah, I thought that was stretching it, too.”