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Title: The Signs of the Zodiac 1/12
Pairing: Bean/Orlando, Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando's life goes through quite a bit in the course of twelve months.
Notes: So, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
captnobvious and beizy for hand-holding in the early days and to shaenie who completely ripped the first draft of this apart. Many thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.
AQUARIUS
January 28th
The year didn’t start with a bang. Neither was it brought in with a boom, an epiphany or any other life-changing event. In fact, the only affair that made the New Year significant was the party that Elijah was throwing. Partly, it was to celebrate his birthday, but another miniscule reason to celebrate was the unveiling of Elijah’s new secret endeavor.
Orlando pulled on his shirt while moving around as quietly as he could, getting ready while humming a song from some obscure musical that only three people in the world, including him, knew the words to.
Orlando chose not to acknowledge anything had really changed with this new secret hobby of Elijah’s. He had to admit it -- had no other choice but to accept -- that his best friend was now involved. There was no getting around that, but past that, life was life. Nevertheless, he was going to attend this party.
To his distaste, he was going to attend this party alone. It was quite wrong to lay blame for his single status on anyone, but pieces of Orlando’s blame were unwillingly flying off in Sean’s direction. Orlando didn’t even want to be blaming Sean for it. It just happened. He couldn’t help what his extremely childish talent for assigning blame did. Particularly nasty flu bugs simply didn’t take to blame as easily as one Mr. Sean Bean did.
Unfortunately for Sean.
Still humming the song under his breath, Orlando made his way into the bedroom and over to the reclining figure. Sean gave an amused chortle as Orlando struck a little pose to keep Sean entertained – all a show so Orlando could grab another pillow from the nearby chair.
Orlando stuffed the other pillow under Sean’s head and made sure there was plenty of over-the-counter medicine by the bedside. Sean smiled weakly at him -- and Orlando briefly wondered how he was fighting the drowsiness the drugs were forcing into him – before Orlando kissed his palm.
“Rest,” Orlando ordered, batting his eyelashes ever so prettily and tried to use his face as best he could to get his order across. People had always told him in the past that all he had to do was crack a smile and he would have the world in his palm.
“Or else?” Sean coughed with a playful smile.
“No sponge bath from Nurse Bloom,” Orlando shot back with a perfectly straight and serious face. His posture straightened a little in triumphant success. Sean pouted as long as he could before his eyes slowly fluttered closed, sliding from drowsiness into a deep sleep.
Orlando turned to leave, but hesitated in the doorway, dimming down the lights and smiling to himself at how innocent Sean’s sleeping figure appeared to be, knowing the case was quite opposite when he was awake. He smirked devilishly at memories of all the times that argued quite vehemently against innocence before he grabbed his keys quietly and closed the door behind him.
There were parties to attend.
When the door opened, Orlando’s eyes were immediately led to the main entertainment for the night – not hired of course, but merely two comedic entities given a good amount of alcohol and set loose. Orlando slid through the crowd – shouting hello’s to familiar faces and tossing out promises to converse later – to reach the couch. He stood for a moment, looking down on two bodies, before sitting beside them on the couch.
“Somebody owes Elijah,” Orlando commented – thinking that the alcohol Elijah had provided was the cause of the hookup – with an amused chuckle as Billy pushed Dom out of his lap. Dom quickly clambered atop Billy’s lap while simultaneously flashing a cheeky grin in Orlando’s direction. Orlando couldn’t help but laugh again. Spending a few lone minutes with them worked miracles at taking his mind off more serious matters.
“Bloody wanker didn’t do anything,” Dom spoke indignantly. “Just didn’t bother to show up at his own planned event.”
“That included candles,” Billy interjected.
“And dinner,” Dom added.
“And porn,” they finished together. Orlando snorted in amusement, and yet also at the sheer truth to the plans. A part of him marked down the words in his mind for a special evening with Sean once he got better.
Orlando smiled genuinely in delight at their obvious happiness. “Well, it appears to have worked.”
Their togetherness, after all, was only registering at about fifteen percent on his annoyance scale. A rare feat considering Orlando’s present state of being. His mind briefly flashed to an image of Sean, sick in bed, and recalled that he had much more to be annoyed at; viruses, for instance.
“Orlando!” A delighted, high-pitched giggling accompanied his name, and he found Elijah bounding through the crowd like a pre-teen girl trying to reach the stage at her first NSYNC concert. He embraced Orlando, eyes sparkling from causes that Orlando assumed were alcoholic.
“Elwood,” Orlando beamed, and he enveloped Elijah in a tight hug, accompanied by much manly backslapping of course. “Sean sends his best regards. Sick as a dog, he is…”
“But he isn’t!” Dom interrupted from the couch. “Or, he’s become quite the handsome one if he is a dog now,” Dom finished with a flourish and Billy giggled in response. Dom’s head came crashing down on Billy’s shoulder; he didn’t move his head, but he gave Billy a brilliant smile from his new place. Orlando gave them both a dubious look before turning to Elijah.
“How much have they had to drink?”
“Too much,” Elijah snorted. “As always.”
“Always isn’t enough,” Billy interrupted, earning confused stares from everyone, up to and including himself. He cleared his throat loudly. “…which is to say, put on the coffee.”
Elijah bestowed a general look of sympathy upon the two – who had progressed to squabbling. Orlando mentally regarded the process as the two of them physically fighting with their hands like two spoiled little princesses afraid of getting hurt.
“That doesn’t work, William.”
“Says who, Dominic?”
“Me!”
“And suddenly, you’re the end all and be all for everything?”
“That’s not what you thought last night when I went down on…”
And then Billy developed a horrible cough that seemed to drown out all surrounding noise and conversation. Orlando chided him with a silent smirk and shook his head slowly and deliberately.
“Coughs for my benefit aren’t really necessary,” Orlando confided as someone handed him a drink in a colourful plastic glass. He accepted it gracefully while leaning in a little more to tell Billy the last part. “Dom calls me every other night with details anyway!” he stage-whispered.
Billy turned flush, which seemed like a good cue for Orlando to start mingling with the other children. Those two needed to sober up. Their drunken antics could be fun, but tended to become a task along the lines of tedious when Orlando wound up playing the role of sober straight man, which was complicated, seeing as how he was on a purely bent basis lately.
He found Viggo chatting with Karl and moved into an opening.
“Got tired of hobnobbing with hysterically hyperactive hobbits, I see,” Karl raised his glass in welcome. Orlando’s eyes went a little wider and he blinked at Karl’s ability to put together such intelligent sentences with the presence of alcohol in his system.
“I’ve had too much to drink for ‘lliteration,” Viggo slurred.
“Besides,” Orlando shrugged and tossed a look back at the two hobbits, “they’re not hysterical until Elijah slips them two more drinks or so. Then we get out the video camera,” he finished with a devious laugh.
Both men chortled before they settled onto strategically assembled pieces of lawn furniture arranged inside the house – if by strategically, one meant chaotic placement, then of course they were placed extremely strategically inside the house. Orlando sighed as he sat on the creaking chair, eyes on Dom slowly passing out in Billy’s arms. Though unbidden, emotions were surfacing and reminding Orlando of Sean.
“Sean’s still sick, I assume?” Viggo interrupted Orlando’s thought process, using his brilliant relationship-ese interpretation skills to note that Orlando’s sigh had been a ‘Sean sigh’.
“Yeah,” Orlando responded, a subtle note of despair seeping into the vowels and consonants. “Somehow, he got it while visiting family; that was three days ago. It’s a good thing we just wrapped up the film.”
“Lucky him then,” Karl noted. He took a generous sip of his drink before gesturing to Elijah who was pushing someone on poor Cate, who had just arrived. “Have you heard of this new development then?”
“Elijah?” Orlando questioned, while giving a curious look as to what Elijah was doing. Orlando snuffed a snort of laughter as he watched Elijah literally push him onto Cate with enthusiasm, his hands neatly placed on the stranger’s arse.
“He took John’s advice and got himself a hobby. He’s become a matchmaker,” Karl indulged a little too loudly, because Billy and Dom heard and quickly dove into a quiet musical number.
“…matchmaker, make me a match!”
“He’s setting people up, but that’s not just it,” Karl went on.
“Find me a find, catch me a catch!”
“He’s doing it by people’s signs,” Karl finished just as the impromptu singing died. An assortment of people applauded for the drunken display. Orlando scoffed. He looked to Viggo and then back to Karl to make sure that they weren’t just setting him up for a prank.
“As more than just a pickup line?” Orlando murmured in disbelief.
“He compiles the vitals of every sign and puts people together.” Karl nodded.
“I wish I could get on his back for it, but he’s made three pairings and so far, they’re all happy,” Viggo shrugged, a note of petulance hiding behind the words. His face lit up in devious delight. “You think he’d put me on the list?”
As if on perfect cue, Elijah jumped a little at the other end of the room to get the group’s attention. “Viggo!” he shouted with childish joy. “She’s an Aquarius!”
Viggo perked up. “Gentlemen, I bid you adieu,” he hurried to find Elijah and to capture the elusive Aquarius. He made his way through the crowd; the drink still in his hand and Orlando watched Viggo’s face brighten as he greeted the woman.
“If I can’t alliterate, he can’t speak French,” Karl snitted, “it’s only right.”
“You’re just upset you haven’t been matched with a sizzling Sagittarius.”
“And if I am?” Karl grinned wickedly before raising his glass. “To matchmaking.”
“To matchmaking,” Orlando let the plastic glasses collide as he shelved away his worries for the moment. He licked his lips and swallowed the drink, the taste washing away the dry feeling residing on the roof of his mouth. The atmosphere of the party wasn’t doing exactly what he had hoped it would to ease his troubled mind.
“To finding a find,” a distinctly Scottish voice sounded.
“And catching that catch,” a drowsy Manc added.
A look over to the entertaining corner again, and Orlando couldn’t believe those two hadn’t passed out yet. They continued to take Orlando’s disbelief and stretch it as they helped each other into Elijah’s bedroom, beckoning the birthday boy himself away in the clumsy process. As the three of them locked the door, Orlando found he was less and less distracted. He fidgeted and checked his watch in one smooth motion.
“I’ll be off,” Orlando commented, finally abandoning any pretense and giving a tired sigh. His limbs felt heavy as he roused his body to stand. “Want to check on Sean,” he fished his keys from his pocket and smiled at Karl.
“Be well!” Karl nodded in understanding. “And get Sean back to good health.”
“My top priority,” Orlando agreed, as he made his way out of the party, finally breathing when he hit the fresh air. He hesitated a moment and allowed the breeze to refresh him, before he hurried to the car. He drove back as quickly as he could.
tbc
Pairing: Bean/Orlando, Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Orlando's life goes through quite a bit in the course of twelve months.
Notes: So, thanks to
captnobvious and beizy for hand-holding in the early days and to shaenie who completely ripped the first draft of this apart. Many thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.January 28th
The year didn’t start with a bang. Neither was it brought in with a boom, an epiphany or any other life-changing event. In fact, the only affair that made the New Year significant was the party that Elijah was throwing. Partly, it was to celebrate his birthday, but another miniscule reason to celebrate was the unveiling of Elijah’s new secret endeavor.
Orlando pulled on his shirt while moving around as quietly as he could, getting ready while humming a song from some obscure musical that only three people in the world, including him, knew the words to.
Orlando chose not to acknowledge anything had really changed with this new secret hobby of Elijah’s. He had to admit it -- had no other choice but to accept -- that his best friend was now involved. There was no getting around that, but past that, life was life. Nevertheless, he was going to attend this party.
To his distaste, he was going to attend this party alone. It was quite wrong to lay blame for his single status on anyone, but pieces of Orlando’s blame were unwillingly flying off in Sean’s direction. Orlando didn’t even want to be blaming Sean for it. It just happened. He couldn’t help what his extremely childish talent for assigning blame did. Particularly nasty flu bugs simply didn’t take to blame as easily as one Mr. Sean Bean did.
Unfortunately for Sean.
Still humming the song under his breath, Orlando made his way into the bedroom and over to the reclining figure. Sean gave an amused chortle as Orlando struck a little pose to keep Sean entertained – all a show so Orlando could grab another pillow from the nearby chair.
Orlando stuffed the other pillow under Sean’s head and made sure there was plenty of over-the-counter medicine by the bedside. Sean smiled weakly at him -- and Orlando briefly wondered how he was fighting the drowsiness the drugs were forcing into him – before Orlando kissed his palm.
“Rest,” Orlando ordered, batting his eyelashes ever so prettily and tried to use his face as best he could to get his order across. People had always told him in the past that all he had to do was crack a smile and he would have the world in his palm.
“Or else?” Sean coughed with a playful smile.
“No sponge bath from Nurse Bloom,” Orlando shot back with a perfectly straight and serious face. His posture straightened a little in triumphant success. Sean pouted as long as he could before his eyes slowly fluttered closed, sliding from drowsiness into a deep sleep.
Orlando turned to leave, but hesitated in the doorway, dimming down the lights and smiling to himself at how innocent Sean’s sleeping figure appeared to be, knowing the case was quite opposite when he was awake. He smirked devilishly at memories of all the times that argued quite vehemently against innocence before he grabbed his keys quietly and closed the door behind him.
There were parties to attend.
When the door opened, Orlando’s eyes were immediately led to the main entertainment for the night – not hired of course, but merely two comedic entities given a good amount of alcohol and set loose. Orlando slid through the crowd – shouting hello’s to familiar faces and tossing out promises to converse later – to reach the couch. He stood for a moment, looking down on two bodies, before sitting beside them on the couch.
“Somebody owes Elijah,” Orlando commented – thinking that the alcohol Elijah had provided was the cause of the hookup – with an amused chuckle as Billy pushed Dom out of his lap. Dom quickly clambered atop Billy’s lap while simultaneously flashing a cheeky grin in Orlando’s direction. Orlando couldn’t help but laugh again. Spending a few lone minutes with them worked miracles at taking his mind off more serious matters.
“Bloody wanker didn’t do anything,” Dom spoke indignantly. “Just didn’t bother to show up at his own planned event.”
“That included candles,” Billy interjected.
“And dinner,” Dom added.
“And porn,” they finished together. Orlando snorted in amusement, and yet also at the sheer truth to the plans. A part of him marked down the words in his mind for a special evening with Sean once he got better.
Orlando smiled genuinely in delight at their obvious happiness. “Well, it appears to have worked.”
Their togetherness, after all, was only registering at about fifteen percent on his annoyance scale. A rare feat considering Orlando’s present state of being. His mind briefly flashed to an image of Sean, sick in bed, and recalled that he had much more to be annoyed at; viruses, for instance.
“Orlando!” A delighted, high-pitched giggling accompanied his name, and he found Elijah bounding through the crowd like a pre-teen girl trying to reach the stage at her first NSYNC concert. He embraced Orlando, eyes sparkling from causes that Orlando assumed were alcoholic.
“Elwood,” Orlando beamed, and he enveloped Elijah in a tight hug, accompanied by much manly backslapping of course. “Sean sends his best regards. Sick as a dog, he is…”
“But he isn’t!” Dom interrupted from the couch. “Or, he’s become quite the handsome one if he is a dog now,” Dom finished with a flourish and Billy giggled in response. Dom’s head came crashing down on Billy’s shoulder; he didn’t move his head, but he gave Billy a brilliant smile from his new place. Orlando gave them both a dubious look before turning to Elijah.
“How much have they had to drink?”
“Too much,” Elijah snorted. “As always.”
“Always isn’t enough,” Billy interrupted, earning confused stares from everyone, up to and including himself. He cleared his throat loudly. “…which is to say, put on the coffee.”
Elijah bestowed a general look of sympathy upon the two – who had progressed to squabbling. Orlando mentally regarded the process as the two of them physically fighting with their hands like two spoiled little princesses afraid of getting hurt.
“That doesn’t work, William.”
“Says who, Dominic?”
“Me!”
“And suddenly, you’re the end all and be all for everything?”
“That’s not what you thought last night when I went down on…”
And then Billy developed a horrible cough that seemed to drown out all surrounding noise and conversation. Orlando chided him with a silent smirk and shook his head slowly and deliberately.
“Coughs for my benefit aren’t really necessary,” Orlando confided as someone handed him a drink in a colourful plastic glass. He accepted it gracefully while leaning in a little more to tell Billy the last part. “Dom calls me every other night with details anyway!” he stage-whispered.
Billy turned flush, which seemed like a good cue for Orlando to start mingling with the other children. Those two needed to sober up. Their drunken antics could be fun, but tended to become a task along the lines of tedious when Orlando wound up playing the role of sober straight man, which was complicated, seeing as how he was on a purely bent basis lately.
He found Viggo chatting with Karl and moved into an opening.
“Got tired of hobnobbing with hysterically hyperactive hobbits, I see,” Karl raised his glass in welcome. Orlando’s eyes went a little wider and he blinked at Karl’s ability to put together such intelligent sentences with the presence of alcohol in his system.
“I’ve had too much to drink for ‘lliteration,” Viggo slurred.
“Besides,” Orlando shrugged and tossed a look back at the two hobbits, “they’re not hysterical until Elijah slips them two more drinks or so. Then we get out the video camera,” he finished with a devious laugh.
Both men chortled before they settled onto strategically assembled pieces of lawn furniture arranged inside the house – if by strategically, one meant chaotic placement, then of course they were placed extremely strategically inside the house. Orlando sighed as he sat on the creaking chair, eyes on Dom slowly passing out in Billy’s arms. Though unbidden, emotions were surfacing and reminding Orlando of Sean.
“Sean’s still sick, I assume?” Viggo interrupted Orlando’s thought process, using his brilliant relationship-ese interpretation skills to note that Orlando’s sigh had been a ‘Sean sigh’.
“Yeah,” Orlando responded, a subtle note of despair seeping into the vowels and consonants. “Somehow, he got it while visiting family; that was three days ago. It’s a good thing we just wrapped up the film.”
“Lucky him then,” Karl noted. He took a generous sip of his drink before gesturing to Elijah who was pushing someone on poor Cate, who had just arrived. “Have you heard of this new development then?”
“Elijah?” Orlando questioned, while giving a curious look as to what Elijah was doing. Orlando snuffed a snort of laughter as he watched Elijah literally push him onto Cate with enthusiasm, his hands neatly placed on the stranger’s arse.
“He took John’s advice and got himself a hobby. He’s become a matchmaker,” Karl indulged a little too loudly, because Billy and Dom heard and quickly dove into a quiet musical number.
“…matchmaker, make me a match!”
“He’s setting people up, but that’s not just it,” Karl went on.
“Find me a find, catch me a catch!”
“He’s doing it by people’s signs,” Karl finished just as the impromptu singing died. An assortment of people applauded for the drunken display. Orlando scoffed. He looked to Viggo and then back to Karl to make sure that they weren’t just setting him up for a prank.
“As more than just a pickup line?” Orlando murmured in disbelief.
“He compiles the vitals of every sign and puts people together.” Karl nodded.
“I wish I could get on his back for it, but he’s made three pairings and so far, they’re all happy,” Viggo shrugged, a note of petulance hiding behind the words. His face lit up in devious delight. “You think he’d put me on the list?”
As if on perfect cue, Elijah jumped a little at the other end of the room to get the group’s attention. “Viggo!” he shouted with childish joy. “She’s an Aquarius!”
Viggo perked up. “Gentlemen, I bid you adieu,” he hurried to find Elijah and to capture the elusive Aquarius. He made his way through the crowd; the drink still in his hand and Orlando watched Viggo’s face brighten as he greeted the woman.
“If I can’t alliterate, he can’t speak French,” Karl snitted, “it’s only right.”
“You’re just upset you haven’t been matched with a sizzling Sagittarius.”
“And if I am?” Karl grinned wickedly before raising his glass. “To matchmaking.”
“To matchmaking,” Orlando let the plastic glasses collide as he shelved away his worries for the moment. He licked his lips and swallowed the drink, the taste washing away the dry feeling residing on the roof of his mouth. The atmosphere of the party wasn’t doing exactly what he had hoped it would to ease his troubled mind.
“To finding a find,” a distinctly Scottish voice sounded.
“And catching that catch,” a drowsy Manc added.
A look over to the entertaining corner again, and Orlando couldn’t believe those two hadn’t passed out yet. They continued to take Orlando’s disbelief and stretch it as they helped each other into Elijah’s bedroom, beckoning the birthday boy himself away in the clumsy process. As the three of them locked the door, Orlando found he was less and less distracted. He fidgeted and checked his watch in one smooth motion.
“I’ll be off,” Orlando commented, finally abandoning any pretense and giving a tired sigh. His limbs felt heavy as he roused his body to stand. “Want to check on Sean,” he fished his keys from his pocket and smiled at Karl.
“Be well!” Karl nodded in understanding. “And get Sean back to good health.”
“My top priority,” Orlando agreed, as he made his way out of the party, finally breathing when he hit the fresh air. He hesitated a moment and allowed the breeze to refresh him, before he hurried to the car. He drove back as quickly as he could.
tbc
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this is good:)
really good, and it's only the first part!
I wanna read more!
I love the idea that you separated the chappies into the 12 months, and the star signs. V. original, at least in fanfiction:)
love beanorli btw:P
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