Summary: It’s the wrap party of Season 4, and Bradley is determined to teach Colin how to dance. It almost works. Until things get a bit sweet and slow and intimate.
“Colin, you dance like you have two left feet,” Bradley laughed.
Colin smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, whatever.”
Bradley sighed. “What are we going to do with you? How are you ever going to seduce any women?”
Colin blushed a bit. “Bradley, nobody seduces women by dancing with them.”
“Are you crazy? Have you seriously never been clubbing?” Bradley shook his head in disbelief. This kid. Bradley poked him. “You have to know how to dance. No question about it. C’mon, I’m gonna teach you.”
Bradley collapsed into a chair, running a hand through his hair, and surveyed the chaos on the dance floor.
Katie was consuming the centre of the dancefloor, whipping her hair back and forth, while nearby Rupert and Tom were doing some form of the chicken dance, only it was more like a mutated-chicken dance because they had linked arms and were attempting to synchronize their movements, something that didn’t work too well under the influence of several shots of tequila. Eoin had pulled off his shirt and was in the wild throes of what appeared to be a passionate mating dance. He was so far failing to attract any women, possibly because nobody dared come anywhere near him for fear of having their eye taken out.
And that, Bradley thought with a chuckle, is why we are actors and not dancers.
From the tornado that was the dance floor, Bradley watched Colin peel himself away and stumble towards him, his face red and his hair dishevelled. He spotted Bradley with visible relief, and dropped into the chair next to him.
“Hey,” he greeted Bradley, sounding out of breath.
“Colin, you dance like you have two left feet,” Bradley laughed.
Colin smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, whatever.”
Bradley sighed. “What are we going to do with you? How are you ever going to seduce any women?”
Colin blushed a bit. “Bradley, nobody seduces women by dancing with them.”
“Are you crazy? Have you seriously never been clubbing?” Bradley shook his head in disbelief. This kid. Bradley poked him. “You have to know how to dance. No question about it.”
“But, but, can’t I just seduce them with my Leprechaun voice?” Colin pouted.
Bradley laughed. He had nicknamed Colin’s Irish accent the Leprechaun voice, and was constantly admonishing Colin for not using his sexy Irish charm to reel in the ladies. Hell, if Bradley had sexy Irish charm, he would never be lonely at night ever again. Everyone knew that women were suckers for an exotic accent. Everyone except Colin, that is.
“I’m glad you’re finally learning, Morgan, but dancing is a universal trump card every man must keep in his back pocket. C’mon, I’m gonna teach you how to dance.”
Colin protested meekly as Bradley stood up and pulled him to his feet.
“Noooo Bradley,” Colin struggled against Bradley’s firm grip. “I’m just gonna make a total arse of myself!”
But Bradley wouldn’t hear it. “Rubbish. By the end of your trial session with certified Dirty Dance Expert Bradley James, you have our guarantee that you’ll be the dirtiest dancer, the greatest grinder, the most marvellous mosher on the dance floor, or your money back.”
Colin laughed. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” he said, but gave in, allowing himself to be led.
Bradley dragged him straight to the middle of the dance floor where Katie was still whipping her hair, and Rupert and Angel were trying to persuade Eoin put his shirt back on and stop grinding against anything that moved.
“Dance,” Bradley ordered Colin.
Nicki Minaj started playing, and Colin obediently started dancing.
Bradley resisted the urge to facepalm. Colin looked like he was having a seizure, jumping up and down and waving his long arms around like a windmill.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Bradley grabbed Colin’s arm, “you’re going to take someone’s eye out. Besides, you’re doing it wrong.”
Colin drooped sadly.
Bradley felt guilty. “Okay no, you…you show promise. Potential. Nothing that your qualified dirty dancing coach can’t fix. You need to loosen up. Move your feet instead of your arms.”
Bradley moved behind Colin and shook him gently by the shoulders. “C’mon. Loosen up. Your muscles are all tense.”
Colin relaxed a little beneath Bradley’s grasp.
“Good,” said Bradley. “Now move. In time with the music.”
Colin began to wave his arms again, but Bradley quickly stopped him by pinning his arms to his sides.
“No, not your arms. Move your feet. Move your hips. In time, find the rhythm.”
Colin began to shuffle his feet complacently. Bradley hid a smile. Despite having gone to drama school and learnt singing and piano, Colin was still hopeless at moving with any sense of pulse or rhythm. Bradley kept his hands on Colin’s shoulders, at arms’ length, and shook him in time with the music.
Colin eventually got the hang of it. He still looked gangly and awkward, but Bradley knew he was a quick learner.
“Not bad, Morgan,” Bradley shouted over the thumping music. “It would seem your highly competent dance teacher can work wonders even on the most hopeless students.”
Colin pulled a face at him, and started waving his arms again just to annoy Bradley. Bradley laughed at the sight of Colin, and, thinking Oh what the heck, joined in with Colin’s windmill-dance.
Together they managed to scare everyone else off the dance floor, and Bradley smiled to himself because any other time, Colin would have beenpositively mortified to be in the centre of the dance floor practically on his own, but now he seemed to be enjoying himself, and Bradley knew with a flash of pride that it was only because of him, that Colin wouldn’t be caught dead doing this with Katie or Eoin or Angel or anybody else.
When Bradley’s arms eventually grew tired, he gradually stopped windmill dancing and was contented to just bounce around and laugh at Colin’s happy windmill-dancing. Eventually, the others decided it was safe to return to the dance-floor, but everybody seemed to be regarding Bradley and Colin with high suspicion and keeping their distance.
The night wore on and became progressively louder and more vibrant as the wine flowed and actors, directors and crew mingled happily together on the dance-floor. Bradley, who had been planning yet another of his attempts to seduce Katie McGrath by dirty dancing with her tonight, instead found himself strangely incapable of detaching himself from Colin, as if drawn by magnetic attraction.
Several times Bradley had glanced over at Katie and Rupert and Eoin and Angel and thought to himself I should really go and talk to them too, but when he glanced back at happy-Colin, there was something that held him back and made him want to stay next to Colin for the whole night, in fact, for as long as he possibly could. Bradley wasn’t sure if it was the influence of the wine or the atmosphere of pure carefree happiness or the fact that Colin was laughing his sweet dorky laugh nonstop and his hair was all scruffed up and his cheeks were a rosy red and his eyes were crinkled at the sides and never seemed to leave Bradley’s.
Bradley wasn’t sure what it was. All he knew was that right by Colin’s side was the only place he wanted to be at that moment, dancing like a goof and making a fool of himself, because nobody would remember any of it the next morning anyway.
Later on, sometime after midnight, Anthony, who was a little tipsy and a very sentimental drunk, went up to the DJ and stopped him to make a request. Bradley had been attempting to teach Colin the technique of dubstep dancing, to little avail – when suddenly the music changed from Skrillex to Ella Fitzgerald. All the oldies seemed rather happy about this, but Bradley suddenly felt a bit lost.
Bradley was about to suggest he and Colin launch a ninja attack on the DJ and blackmail him into changing back to Skrillex, when Bradley noticed that Colin had closed his eyes and was smiling serenely.
Bradley poked him. “Oi, Morgan. You’re not actually enjoying this grandma-music, are you?!”
Colin’s eyelids fluttered open guiltily. “Whattt?” he protested. “It’s not grandma music, it’s Ella Fitzgerald!”
But Colin had closed his eyes again and was humming, an expression of utmost tranquillity settled on his features.
Suddenly, a gush of intense and unidentifiable emotion swept through Bradley, from his toes to his head, leaving every inch of him tingling. The colossal impact of it made him stagger back momentarily, but his eyes remained fixed on Colin, unable to tear himself away.
As he watched, Colin began to sway to the music. And, to Bradley’s astonishment his slender body moved perfectly in time with the rise and fall of this “Ella” person’s voice.
And then Bradley realized that the problem was never that Colin had no sense of rhythm, but that the rhythm had been the wrong one. The realization seemed painfully obvious now. Bradley knew Colin like the back of his hand and Colin was not a grinder or a mosher or a clubber, he was a swayer and a hummer and a waltzer.
And without stopping to think about what he was doing, Bradley took Colin’s hands and pulled him a bit closer.
Colin opened his eyes in confusion. “What-”
“Shh,” Bradley murmured. “Just go with it.” He began to sway in time with Colin.
“But, but Bradley, people are watching.”
Colin laughed. “We’re both drunk. This is silly.”
“So is everyone else. C’mon, I taught you how to dirty dance, now you teach me how to dance to - to pretentious music.”
Colin laughed sweetly. “You know, it isn’t pretentious music.”
“It soo is! It’s rich-white-girl music.”
“It’s jazz, you goob. And it’s beautiful.”
Bradley heard the note of earnest in Colin’s voice, and sighed. “Okay then, Col. So, what’s this song called?”
Colin blushed. “Dancing Cheek to Cheek.”
“Well then, Professor Morgan,” Bradley hummed. “You’d better teach me how to dance cheek to cheek.”
Colin blushed deeper still, and looked down at his feet.
Bradley felt himself melt, from the heat of exhilaration and the dancefloor and perhaps a little bit of embarrassment radiating from Colin.
“Col.” Bradley murmured, cupping Colin’s chin gently in one hand and tilting it towards him. “Don’t be shy.”
Colin gazed back at him. “Are you sure,” he mumbled, “this isn’t too pretentious for you?”
Bradley smiled. “Mate, I’m British. Pretentious is my middle name.”
“Then put your hand on my waist,” Colin whispered.
Bradley obliged, for once unable to speak. He placed a hand on Colin’s waist, instinctively drawing him closer, closer into the circle of his own warmth.
Heaven, sang the old-fashioned-Ella-voice. I’m in heaven.
His eyes never once left Colin’s, as though enchanted.
And my heart beats so, that I can hardly speak.
Bradley could hardly breathe now.
“Now,” Colin breathed, as he put one hand on Bradley’s shoulder, “take my other hand.”
Bradley had forgotten how to move. Colin’s voice, low and beckoning, seemed suddenly deeper and more mysterious than ever before, and wiped every other thought from Bradley’s mind.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek.
Colin raised his palm, still gazing at Bradley, and Bradley raised his own hand and pressed his palm against Colin’s. They stood there like that for a moment, hand on waist, hand on shoulder, palm against palm, and the room evaporated around them, and they were alone, completely alone.
Bradley folded his fingers down between Colin’s, their hands intertwined, their eyes never leaving each others’.
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek.
He felt weak. This contact with Colin was something new, unchartered territory. He had grabbed Colin’s arm more times than he could remember - when trying to show him a wonderful pair of breasts or a perfectly formed steak. They’d had innumerable arm wrestles and thumb wars and slap fights, but never, never had Bradley truly noticed Colin’s hands.
They were beautiful and cold and sent shivers down his spine.
Oh, I’d love to climb through mountains.
Bradley’s fingertips brushed Colin’s knuckles.
Reach the highest peak.
He traced the dips and peaks and contours he longed to explore.
But it wouldn’t thrill me half as much,
Bradley could feel Colin’s hair tickling the bristles on his chin, and he shuddered again, tingling from head to toe.
As dancing, cheek to cheek.
Bradley began to sway Colin gently. They moved together, in perfect time.
Colin closed his eyes, and leaned his head against Bradley’s chest. Bradley rested his chin on Colin’s head.
“Hey, Col,” Bradley murmured, into his ear.
“Mmm?” Colin was still buried in Bradley’s chest, his hair brushing Bradley’s jaw.
“Col, will you always be my best friend?”
Colin hummed into Bradley’s chest. “Always.”
“Even…even if I told you that I’m in love with you?”
Bradley felt Colin smile against his chest.
“Especially if you told me you were in love with me.”
An inevitable smile spread across Bradley’s face. The smile of a fool in love.
He tucked Colin into his arms and laid his cheek against Colin’s.
No, it doesn’t thrill me half as much,
as dancing cheek to cheek.
“The reason why jealous!braldley looked so pissed off and about to kill someone randomly is not only the jealousy but because it was bradley that had tied his bow tie (since colin could not do it) and he was so proud of that and he was sad because colin could not reveal it to the interviewer.”Anonymous whispered
i bet bradley made really quick work of untying it again when they got back to the hotel
…or maybe he left it on
Summary: It had been four months with Arthur now. Four months of Merlin slowly easing into things again, figuring out how to let someone back into his heart, but carefully avoiding eye contact as he tiptoed around the physical with quick, flighty steps. Four months of kissing, cuddling, and occasionally wandering hands—but nothing more.
Warnings: Reference to past sexual abuse
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Notes: MADE AS A GIFT FOR STEPHANIE! I beta’d this fic so I know it well but this was my first ever attempt at a podfic and it only took about 90 minutes so it isn’t professional-quality. Apologies if you can hear my laptop but apparently Macs are awkward bastards when it comes to using an input-mic (at least, mine is).
Because it stuck in my brain after I read this, and the only way to get rid of it was to finish it.
“They want you to come. I want you to come.” Bradley leaned against the doorway of Colin’s livingroom, arms folded.
Colin looked up from the book he was reading, his glasses falling down on his nose. “What are you talking about?”
“Soccer six.” Bradley pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a few steps in Colin’s direction.
Colin laughed, telling him he couldn’t play to save his life, “and you know that.” He was reading again, already losing interest in the topic. Soccer. Like hell.
Bradley came closer, standing only a few inches away from the sofa. “Well, you wouldn’t have to play. You could be my cheerleader,” he grinned, leaning down.
Colin looked at him with one eyebrow raised, his answer clear from the expression on his face.
Bradley rested his hands on the back of the sofa, beside Colin’s head. “You could also watch from the stands.” He nudged Colin’s nose with his, stroking Colin’s hair. “And you can play. I’ve been teaching you.”
“Yes, but it’s still not enough. I’m too awkward. It’s like I get extra limbs.” Colin frowned.
Bradley considered this for a moment, before taking Colin’s face in his hands. “You’re not awkward.” He looked him straight in the eyes, their foreheads almost touching. “I love your limbs. All five of them,” he added, and pressed his lips softly against Colin’s.
Colin pushed him off, trying but failing a pout. “Pervert,” he said, getting a haughty laugh from Bradley.
“So will you come?” Bradley asked, still smirking.
“Shut up.” Colin answered, his focus on the book again.
Bradley was already walking away, heading for the kicthen. “I’ll take that as a yes!” He called over his shoulder.
Colin just rolled his eyes at the book.
all the attractive women.
Bradley’s on the edge of his seat thinking of ways to kill each of them if they hit on his cols. Because colin looks FINE tonight.
Colin, Bradley, Angel and Katie play a particularly stupid version of spin-the-bottle which, de facto, isn’t spin the bottle at all.
Featuring: a trip to Paris, a visit in London, clueless Bradley and a Colin who falls asleep in beds other than his own.
Colin is quite brilliant at matchmaking. Except when he isn’t.
On his twenty-first birthday, Bradley receives an old photo of a beautiful young man with astonishing cheekbones and a loving smile, along with the message, ‘Come find me’. There’s only one catch - the message was sent over a hundred years before.
A misprint in the Gay Times leads to Colin’s mother assuming that Colin and Bradley have eloped. Unfortunately, they hadn’t.
Colin Morgan is a bit of workaholic. It has been, give or take, six months since Bradley realized he fancied his co-star; that he wanted to do with him all the things people on the internet speculated they did. Possibly forever. Half that time he wasted bollocksing about having a bit of a sexual identity crisis and being totally oblivious to Colin’s totally obvious reciprocal feelings, and then the rest of it was mostly taken up with filming, so he feels he cannot be blamed, truly, for wanting to take advantage of a night off.
Bradley James and Colin Morgan are in a theater play together, in which they play gay lovers. The show is directed by their Merlin co-star, Richard Wilson.
Read the title. Enough said.
In which Bradley attempts to become indie, if only he knew what indie was.
According to Wikipedia, and I quote, a bromance or “man-crush” is a close but non-sexualrelationship between two men. Bradley James does not read Wikipedia.
As filming for the second series draws to a close, Colin thinks his biggest problem is evading one of Bradley’s goodbye hugs. It isn’t. It’s that he’s about to do something that’s fourteen different kinds of stupid: fall in love.
Merlin is finished, and despite their vehement protests, Colin and Katie are whisked off to Italy with some of the other young cast members before they have to say goodbye and move on with their lives. Problem is, Colin thinks he might possibly be in love with his (straight) on-set best friend - and neither of them are terribly good at communicating.
Two weeks of misunderstandings, blanket forts, sofa-sleeping, and way too much alcohol leads to something pretty close to happiness.
High school AU. In which Arthur is (A) the best captain that the volleyball team had seen in ages, (B) too handsome for his own good, and (C) decidedly not gay; although Merlin agrees with the first two, he is willing to bet that (C) is open for discussion.
Tony O does not befriend losers. Tony O is not gay, not crazy, he is not particularly nice and he is most definitely not royalty. Destiny disagrees.
An AU based on the movie Love Actually, and more specifically, the story arch with the Prime Minister and Natalie, featuring Arthur as the Prime Minister and Merlin as Natalie.
Arthur is not amused when his (probably insane) father decides to hold a Secret Santa exchange for the entirety of Pendragon Corporation. He’s even less amused (and more than a bit panicky) when he draws Merlin’s name.
Arthur’s been in love with Merlin since he was five years old, and, twenty three years on, not much has changed.
For the last twenty two years Uther Pendragon had been waging war on magic. Now his son Arthur has been framed for a magical crime and sent to the prison for magic users. Arthur is instantly targeted by the inmates, but mysterious top dog Merlin takes him under his wing. They form a bond, and Merlin decides to help Arthur clear his name.
In which there is pining, Merlin bakes, Arthur borrows batteries he doesn’t actually need, and did I mention the pining?
Wherein Arthur and Merlin are dating, save for the part where they aren’t. Also there needs to be a girl version of ‘bromance’, but that’s a discussion for another time.
In which Prince Arthur meets Merlin and all hell breaks loose.
Three years ago Arthur Pendragon was part of a group that resisted the Government’s ban on magic, and the automatic death penalty for anyone who practiced it. Now, he is alone and in desperate need of the very last person he wants to see- Merlin.
Arthur and Merlin in NYC. Five random days and everything that’s attached to them. (Or, really, just Merlin and Arthur being completely dumbface in love.) Followed by And then they Kiss.
A sort of 50 First Dates meets Reincarnation fic. What if an accident prevents Merlin from remembering Arthur?
In which Merlin is a web comic artist, and Arthur keeps checking his FAQ page.
In which the boys pretend to still be together for Christmas (and there is more than one kind of charade.)
Merlin has a secret crush on Arthur, who has no idea who he is. When Arthur has a bad break up, Merlin takes it upon himself to cheer him up. Secretly, of course.
Arthur and Merlin are best friends, and neither of them are a member of the Magic Club. All is as it should be, until it isn’t.
Arthur, Prince of Wales, finds it hard to accept that he and Merlin have no future. Then he finds out that neither does anyone else.
Arthur can’t let go. Merlin forgets.
Merlin Emrys is normal. He is ordinary and lives with his two friends in an ordinary flat in Surrey, he writes for a bi-monthly magazine and writes for himself during dark nights and much-too-early mornings, he has too many feelings and grudges himself for it. He figures the only thing that makes him extraordinary are his dreams that don’t feel like dreams at all -they feel like memories-, his magical powers that are turned on and off like a switch and the fact that a beautiful man just entered his life like a whisper and he’s slowly falling in love.
In which Arthur goes on blind dates, Merlin is his waiter, and everyone takes a ride on the crazy train.
Uther is violent at home and Arthur has to hide the bruises in school. New pupil Merlin sees through his popular bullshit at once and discovers the truth.
Arthur is a world class violinist, trapped in Sydney, Australia, by his fear of flying. In the wake of a mediocre concert, vicious critics and with barely a month to go before his next (hopefully reputation-saving) recital, Arthur is almost at breaking point. When his accompanist, Morgana, breaks her wrist in a car accident, Arthur is more or less doomed. And the story begins, when the Maestro at the conservatoire, Gaius Stresemann, recommends his protege Merlin Emrys to step in. Merlin, who plays by ear, as he pleases and really just wants to be a kindergarten teacher. Well. The story really starts six months previously when Arthur passes out drunk outside Merlin’s shoe-box apartment.
Merlin walks into his favourite coffeeshop one morning to find the Prince of Wales behind the till. His life only gets more surreal from there.
Merlin is an emo/scene kid. Arthur is a jock with a secret kink for emo/scene kids. They meet at a club and chaos ensues.
The summer Arthur turns 16, he meets a boy called Merlin, and falls in love.
A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love…
Arthur had had it all figured out. And then Merlin shot him in Beijing.
Arthur is so stricken with grief that he goes on a mad quest looking for a sorcerer to bring Merlin back to life. When it finally happens, Merlin is horrified because it’s truly impossible to just bring someone back to life like that and he’s fairly certain he’s some kind of half-dead abomination. Arthur doesn’t care.
Uther fears his son’s power, and Merlin has helped Arthur flee to escape imprisonment. Now the two of them must fight to regain Arthur’s rightful place in Camelot.
Post!S3, canon era fic. Between the trees of Cenred’s ruined kingdom, a heartbroken Arthur and an orphaned Merlin discover new feelings for each other, but quickly learn that nothing is promised, and no lie can stay hidden forever.
And they dreamt of his greatness.
Arthur has a heightened sense of smell (whether by magic or training, or if it’s natural) and he loves smelling Merlin. He can also smell things like Merlin’s arousal or fear, etc. and he responds very assertively to them—like he can’t help himself.
Merlin has more than one secret to keep. Merlin was born with angel wings. All his life, they were small and flat enough to hide beneath his shirt, but when he falls in love with Arthur, they grow humongous.
In which Arthur gives Merlin a ring (but no one’s on their knees).
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Chapter 3 - 2014
Happy Birthday Col, Happy New year.
Yawn, so tired. yes, this is as much in sentances as i can write.
So tired. Kept up all night, worth it, we love her to peices.
She’s 6 weeks old now. Anyway, shes asleep, as is Colin, so i’m off to sleep too.
Enjoy your new years guys.
Happy Birthday to our good friend Eoin.
Wish we could be there for your night but we have this beautiful 10 week old baby who we can’t possibly leave with a baby sitter, she hissy fits if we go into the kitchen.
Anyway, not much to report other than Zoe found her fingers today, she made an amazing discovery … she can’t stop staring at them. She just sneezed, that was so cute.
New photos anyway guys, she is beautiful.
Zoe smiled for the first time last week and giggled for the first time today, it was the best thing ever. She is a stunner, I am so glad both me and Colin were here to see that, it was so amazing.
Also, she is trying to roll over now, she has discovered that she can roll to her side, but that’s as far as she is getting. My mum thinks she is a genius cause she is trying to roll over already.
Anyway sorry, so much about Zo Zo.
We are good, Colin has some new work coming up in the summer, he wanted to wait till Zo was a bit older to go back to working, Work-a-holic has found someone who makes him stop.
Our little Genius is sitting up on her own … GENIUS BABY!! They don’t do that till MUCH older normally.
I am going away for filming this week and i really don’t want to leave ZoZo, Bradley either but ZoZo, i love her so much … Oh Zo just fell backwards. Ha, thats was funny. She didn’t know wether to laugh or cry but she is giggling now.
Right better go … Will see you all soon.
Love you all!
So we have a lot to explain to you. You deserve an explanation.
You have probably seen the rumours from papers about the last few months and then cause we haven’t updated this made you think they were real, and we will admit it, they were true.
Me and Col split up, but we are back together again now.
One very bad disagreement just explodes and it makes things feel bad, but at the end of the day, we love one another and if you love someone you fight for them … we did that … we fought for what we have and what we love and we are on the mend again. It wasn’t fair on us, it wasn’t fair on Zoe, we couldn’t put her through a break up of family … We love her and we love each other too much to hurt Zoe or each other.
Everyone argues in relationships … I am sure many of you have gone through it, yourselves or through parents, so you know why we needed that space for a few months, We are doing well again though now … So don’t worry guys. I love Colin and Zo with my entire heart and more. Everything wil be fine.
So. I am here. I am back =)
Filming is finished and i am back with my family.
My amazing Bradley i love very much and my amazing beautiful little girl.
So update on Zo? - Why not … I’m sure you won’t complain.
She’s 9 months old! 9 MONTHS!! where is time going?
She started crawling at about 7 months, she is starting to walk now, she is walking really well when she is holding onto the furniture or holding someones hand.
We are also getting a lot of “Dada” now - first words. YES!!
We are going to have to find a way to differentiate when she gets older.
So! Who is coming to pierrefonds next month then? - We got the phone call about the Merlin reunion and we were VERY excited. Yes Zoe will be there too.
Love you all.
Wow, you guys were AMAZING today, Zoe loved it once she’d got over the being shy … she doesn’t really see the other ex Merlin cast much so she was a bit shy but loved it once she had settled … I have a feeling you guys are in love with her - haha.
Thanks as well for the cheering on Zoe when she ran off across the courtyard and i had to chase her, it encouraged her, like she needed it.
Oh and Ra-Ra (her lion teddy) enjoyed it too, or so Colin says.
Oh and thanks for the birthday cards too, you guys are immense.
So, here are some photos of ZoZo and us guys and the other ex Merlin guys from today.
It’s me again. It’s me.
It is 3 weeks off Zoe’s birthday … where the hell has time gone?
So … She is going to be spoilt rotten, we’ve already started getting cards and presents off you lot, you’re amazing, thank you so much … We are going to be swamped in cards and presents haha.
Not to mention off her grandparents too … My gosh, So thank you very much anyway.
We don’t have much to report this month, so see you next month!
Merry Christmas! Thank you for all the birthday and christmas cards/presents for Zoe, she is spoilt rotten that child!! We can not believe she is 1 year old already, It’s crazy.
We have had an amazing christmas, both ourselves and Zoe have loved it.
Anyway! see you in 2015! =D
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but really, it did.
Flying High: Bradley James/Colin Morgan. Slash. Smut. Bradley and Colin and sex on a plane.
Fandom: Brolin, Merlin
Author’s Summary: (2800 words) The words don’t register at first, they’re just empty sounds, meaningless, disappearing into the air between them. Bradley stares at Colin uncomprehendingly, blinks as he struggles to understand.