The Curse 10/12 V/O slash
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: This is all made up, as fiction. Not real.
“Look, Vig,” Sean began as soon as he entered the makeup trailer that he shared with Orlando and Viggo. “Just lemme explain, yeah?”
“Thanks, that looks great,” Viggo said to his makeup person. He got up and left the trailer before Sean could say another word.
“Bloody hell,” Sean muttered, flopping into the chair without another word.
Orlando pounced on Sean as soon as Sean left the trailer. “Well? You said you’d talk to him.”
“I talked to him,” Sean said. “Get in there. You’re running late.”
“Beanie!” Orlando almost whined.
“I talked, and he left,” Sean said finally. Orlando sighed. “Now get in there, put Legolas on, and forget about Viggo. Be a professional.”
“Right,” Orlando said, but his shoulders slumped as he walked to the trailer.
Orlando sat alone under a tree, munching on an apple and drinking some water. He heard Elijah walk up behind him, but he didn’t turn around.
“Hey, Orlando?”
“What?” Orlando continued to eat as Elijah sat beside him.
“How are you?”
“Let’s see.” Orlando tossed his apple core into the woods. “I’ve been embarrassed beyond all belief by people I THOUGHT were my friends. After that, I made the moves on someone who had no CLUE what I was talking about. When that happened, we were BOTH embarrassed. Now, that person will not talk to me, and because of certain other events, thinks I’m a slut.” Orlando finally looked at Elijah. “Therefore, I’m just peachy. How the fuck are you?”
“God, Orli, I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”
“Damn right you can’t.”
Elijah sighed and kicked at some grass. “I didn’t think it would go this far. Hell, I never thought you’d fall for Viggo.”
“Neither did I,” Orlando said softly.
“I know it’ll take you a while to forget this, but can you forgive me, Orli? I miss you. And I never ever thought this would happen.”
Orlando looked at Elijah, who looked absolutely miserable. “Yeah, ‘Lij,” Orlando said. “I can forgive you.”
“Thank you,” Elijah said, relieved.
“Thank you!” Dom and Billy came rushing out from behind a nearby tree and piled onto Orlando, who couldn’t help but laugh.
Sean watched as Orlando left the trailer. Orlando was met by Elijah, Billy and Dom, and Sean was relieved to see Orlando smiled at something Billy was saying. He saw Orlando give Viggo’s back a longing glance before the Hobbits dragged him off. Sean waited until he saw Viggo finish speaking with Peter, then moved a bit closer. Viggo went into the trailer and closed the door. Sean, who had long before gotten out of his makeup and costume, waited for the makeup woman to leave. He then made his move. Creeping up the steps, he slowly opened the door and peeked in. Viggo always scrubbed his face after the wig and makeup came off. Sean burst into the trailer, shoved the bathroom door closed and pushed two chairs and a small table against it. He sat down in one of the chairs.
“Hobbits, I will kill you!” Viggo roared from behind the door.
“It’s not the Hobbits, mate,” Sean said.
“Sean? What is your problem?”
“I need to talk. Ya need to listen. Ya also need to stop acting like a bloody child. Orli…”
“I don’t want to talk about Orli.”
“I SAID I’M talking, okay?” Sean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look. Orli never meant to hurt ya. The kid’s head over heels for ya.” He heard a snort from behind the door. “So he’s a naïve little fool. He really likes ya. You’ve seen how miserable he’s been. It was a mistake.”
“He just wanted to break a curse, Beanie.”
“Because he thought it would help the picture. And I bet it was more than that.”
“He slept with you.”
Sean closed his eyes and counted to ten. “No, he didn’t. He crashed at my place after he drank too much. I loaned him pants. I didn’t touch him. Not that I did want to,” he finished too softly for Viggo to hear. “Talk to the lad, okay?”
“Move the stuff in front of the door, Beanie.”
Sean sighed and moved everything. Viggo glared at him when he came out. “What?”
“You’re a good friend, Beanie. To everyone,” Viggo said. “Especially me. You really think he…”
“Don’t talk to me, Viggo. Talk to him.”
Rating: G to R
Disclaimer: This is all made up, as fiction. Not real.
“Look, Vig,” Sean began as soon as he entered the makeup trailer that he shared with Orlando and Viggo. “Just lemme explain, yeah?”
“Thanks, that looks great,” Viggo said to his makeup person. He got up and left the trailer before Sean could say another word.
“Bloody hell,” Sean muttered, flopping into the chair without another word.
Orlando pounced on Sean as soon as Sean left the trailer. “Well? You said you’d talk to him.”
“I talked to him,” Sean said. “Get in there. You’re running late.”
“Beanie!” Orlando almost whined.
“I talked, and he left,” Sean said finally. Orlando sighed. “Now get in there, put Legolas on, and forget about Viggo. Be a professional.”
“Right,” Orlando said, but his shoulders slumped as he walked to the trailer.
Orlando sat alone under a tree, munching on an apple and drinking some water. He heard Elijah walk up behind him, but he didn’t turn around.
“Hey, Orlando?”
“What?” Orlando continued to eat as Elijah sat beside him.
“How are you?”
“Let’s see.” Orlando tossed his apple core into the woods. “I’ve been embarrassed beyond all belief by people I THOUGHT were my friends. After that, I made the moves on someone who had no CLUE what I was talking about. When that happened, we were BOTH embarrassed. Now, that person will not talk to me, and because of certain other events, thinks I’m a slut.” Orlando finally looked at Elijah. “Therefore, I’m just peachy. How the fuck are you?”
“God, Orli, I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”
“Damn right you can’t.”
Elijah sighed and kicked at some grass. “I didn’t think it would go this far. Hell, I never thought you’d fall for Viggo.”
“Neither did I,” Orlando said softly.
“I know it’ll take you a while to forget this, but can you forgive me, Orli? I miss you. And I never ever thought this would happen.”
Orlando looked at Elijah, who looked absolutely miserable. “Yeah, ‘Lij,” Orlando said. “I can forgive you.”
“Thank you,” Elijah said, relieved.
“Thank you!” Dom and Billy came rushing out from behind a nearby tree and piled onto Orlando, who couldn’t help but laugh.
Sean watched as Orlando left the trailer. Orlando was met by Elijah, Billy and Dom, and Sean was relieved to see Orlando smiled at something Billy was saying. He saw Orlando give Viggo’s back a longing glance before the Hobbits dragged him off. Sean waited until he saw Viggo finish speaking with Peter, then moved a bit closer. Viggo went into the trailer and closed the door. Sean, who had long before gotten out of his makeup and costume, waited for the makeup woman to leave. He then made his move. Creeping up the steps, he slowly opened the door and peeked in. Viggo always scrubbed his face after the wig and makeup came off. Sean burst into the trailer, shoved the bathroom door closed and pushed two chairs and a small table against it. He sat down in one of the chairs.
“Hobbits, I will kill you!” Viggo roared from behind the door.
“It’s not the Hobbits, mate,” Sean said.
“Sean? What is your problem?”
“I need to talk. Ya need to listen. Ya also need to stop acting like a bloody child. Orli…”
“I don’t want to talk about Orli.”
“I SAID I’M talking, okay?” Sean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look. Orli never meant to hurt ya. The kid’s head over heels for ya.” He heard a snort from behind the door. “So he’s a naïve little fool. He really likes ya. You’ve seen how miserable he’s been. It was a mistake.”
“He just wanted to break a curse, Beanie.”
“Because he thought it would help the picture. And I bet it was more than that.”
“He slept with you.”
Sean closed his eyes and counted to ten. “No, he didn’t. He crashed at my place after he drank too much. I loaned him pants. I didn’t touch him. Not that I did want to,” he finished too softly for Viggo to hear. “Talk to the lad, okay?”
“Move the stuff in front of the door, Beanie.”
Sean sighed and moved everything. Viggo glared at him when he came out. “What?”
“You’re a good friend, Beanie. To everyone,” Viggo said. “Especially me. You really think he…”
“Don’t talk to me, Viggo. Talk to him.”
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