Title: I Don't Mean You
Author:
helens78
Pairing: Viggo/Sean, with jealous!Orli on the side
Rating: PG
Warnings: This isn't the nicest Orli on the block.
Length: 500 words.
Disclaimer: I'm not Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen, or Orlando Bloom. Any resemblance to people or events that may have happened in real life contained herein is purely coincidental. Please step away from the crack pipe. This means you.
Everyone's eyes are dark today. Everyone's making accusations.
Sean's not an uncommon name. A lot of blokes have it -- hell, two of the Fellowship are named Sean. And if Orlando's telling tales about a bloke named Sean and a rough-and-tumble night that went badly, one that brought him back with bruises along his ribs, if he's saying it happened with someone named Sean... well, he doesn't have to say Bean. All he needs to do is give a look over his shoulder at Sean Bean, who everyone already knows is into the rough stuff, and let his eyes flicker away fast. Orlando's an actor, after all. He knows how to make fear and shame seem convincing.
Sean doesn't understand it, doesn't know what he's done to get these looks sent his way. He's been nice to Orlando. He's been polite. He's never been condescending, and when Orlando got drunk and needed a place to stay for the night, Sean let him crash on his sofa.
The only thing Sean can think of that he's done wrong is turning Orlando down. Sean had enough to manage, really -- spending as much time as he did with Viggo kept him busy enough for half a dozen men, let alone one bloke from Sheffield who wasn't going to be in Wellington for very long.
Maybe the guilt got to Orlando after a while, because he's started telling people he's not talking about Sean Bean. Definitely not that Sean. Of course, he's saying it with an odd look in his eyes, one where his eyes go a little too wide. It's the quintessential methinks the lady doth protest too much, and the more Orlando says No, no, Christ, it wasn't Bean, the less everyone believes him. He's good.
Viggo puts a hand on Sean's shoulder and squeezes, and Sean covers Viggo's hand with his own. "Rough day?" Viggo asks.
Sean doesn't say anything, though he nods a couple of times.
"I'm sorry," Viggo murmurs. "Sorry you got caught in the middle."
And that's the real problem. It's got nothing to do with Sean.
Viggo's the one Orlando's after. Viggo, who's had eyes for Sean and no one else since he got off the plane. Viggo, who Orlando fancied himself in love with for weeks. When the offer was made, when the confession was given, Viggo was gentle about it. More gentle than Sean had been, really, because he liked Orlando. Orlando was a good friend.
Orlando didn't want to be a good friend. He didn't stop asking. And eventually his constant offers made Viggo snap.
I don't want you that way. Stop fucking asking me; I'm taken.
Going after Viggo would be too obvious. Hell hath no fury, as they say, and Orlando's sense of rejection was hardly a secret.
Sean, though.
Sean's a common name.
"It's not that Sean," Orlando's said.
If Sean would let him ask it, Viggo would have one question for Orlando.
What the hell did Sean ever do to you?
-FIN-
Author:
Pairing: Viggo/Sean, with jealous!Orli on the side
Rating: PG
Warnings: This isn't the nicest Orli on the block.
Length: 500 words.
Disclaimer: I'm not Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen, or Orlando Bloom. Any resemblance to people or events that may have happened in real life contained herein is purely coincidental. Please step away from the crack pipe. This means you.
Everyone's eyes are dark today. Everyone's making accusations.
Sean's not an uncommon name. A lot of blokes have it -- hell, two of the Fellowship are named Sean. And if Orlando's telling tales about a bloke named Sean and a rough-and-tumble night that went badly, one that brought him back with bruises along his ribs, if he's saying it happened with someone named Sean... well, he doesn't have to say Bean. All he needs to do is give a look over his shoulder at Sean Bean, who everyone already knows is into the rough stuff, and let his eyes flicker away fast. Orlando's an actor, after all. He knows how to make fear and shame seem convincing.
Sean doesn't understand it, doesn't know what he's done to get these looks sent his way. He's been nice to Orlando. He's been polite. He's never been condescending, and when Orlando got drunk and needed a place to stay for the night, Sean let him crash on his sofa.
The only thing Sean can think of that he's done wrong is turning Orlando down. Sean had enough to manage, really -- spending as much time as he did with Viggo kept him busy enough for half a dozen men, let alone one bloke from Sheffield who wasn't going to be in Wellington for very long.
Maybe the guilt got to Orlando after a while, because he's started telling people he's not talking about Sean Bean. Definitely not that Sean. Of course, he's saying it with an odd look in his eyes, one where his eyes go a little too wide. It's the quintessential methinks the lady doth protest too much, and the more Orlando says No, no, Christ, it wasn't Bean, the less everyone believes him. He's good.
Viggo puts a hand on Sean's shoulder and squeezes, and Sean covers Viggo's hand with his own. "Rough day?" Viggo asks.
Sean doesn't say anything, though he nods a couple of times.
"I'm sorry," Viggo murmurs. "Sorry you got caught in the middle."
And that's the real problem. It's got nothing to do with Sean.
Viggo's the one Orlando's after. Viggo, who's had eyes for Sean and no one else since he got off the plane. Viggo, who Orlando fancied himself in love with for weeks. When the offer was made, when the confession was given, Viggo was gentle about it. More gentle than Sean had been, really, because he liked Orlando. Orlando was a good friend.
Orlando didn't want to be a good friend. He didn't stop asking. And eventually his constant offers made Viggo snap.
I don't want you that way. Stop fucking asking me; I'm taken.
Going after Viggo would be too obvious. Hell hath no fury, as they say, and Orlando's sense of rejection was hardly a secret.
Sean, though.
Sean's a common name.
"It's not that Sean," Orlando's said.
If Sean would let him ask it, Viggo would have one question for Orlando.
What the hell did Sean ever do to you?
-FIN-
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Date: 2004-03-17 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-17 05:58 pm (UTC)Orlando's lucky Viggo's a pacifist. Viggo is not a happy man.
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Date: 2004-03-17 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-17 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-17 07:01 pm (UTC)Or: I really, really liked this. I'm tempted to ask for more but I won't because 500 words is a perfect, definitive length. Not that I'd complain if there were, of course. Ahem. Going to bed now, forgive the incoherence...
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Date: 2004-03-17 09:25 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks much! Glad you liked it! :)
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Date: 2004-03-17 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-17 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-18 06:50 am (UTC)Poor Sean... and poor Viggo! Forget women, hell hath no fury like an Orli scorned. Or should that be "Helens hath..." *grin*
And I wouldn't say no to a sequel, should one rear its head... but it's truly lovely on its own!
~Kris
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Date: 2004-03-18 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-18 11:59 am (UTC)Heh, I guess the problem is what he didn't do to him *smirks*
I'd love to see either pacifist!Viggo (you've no idea just how violent pacifists can be, try going to a no global forum ;) or a rough Sheffie!Sean squash Orlando into a pulp.
Me of course I'm a pacifist ;)
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Date: 2004-03-18 02:19 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! *snogs*
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Date: 2004-03-18 12:02 pm (UTC)*draws fine, sharp, japanese knife* *flicks it around in front of *his* face a few times, watches him flinch, grins a knife-like grin* I used to like you, you pretty-face, no brain guy! And the only thing that stops me from doing this, is the certainty that you can find someone better than Viggo! It wóuld not work, Orlando! So *cut* it out, or I'll... *g* That I got carried away, is proof of a gorgeous story and sorry for staying in story so long! :) *hugs Helen*
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Date: 2004-03-18 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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