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Our Lady of Victory
Title: Our Lady of Victory
Author: Green Queen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys.
Archive: It's Not Easy Being Green
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: GSF
Author's Notes: Again for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre 4 words challenge. The last one took 54 minutes. Title taken from a line in Rudy. Pick-on-Sean day.
Our Lady of Victory
Elijah was heavy and warm against Dom’s side, his high-pitched giggle reverberating through Dom’s somewhat intoxicated skull. Dom smiled wryly and raised the beer bottle to his lips as a much younger Sean Astin ran shirtless across the screen. Orlando hooted madly, making Sean blush even harder, if that was possible. Moments later young Sean skidded into a new scene, dressed in nothing but a towel. Orlando sprayed crisps across the head in front of him. Billy whacked his leg in protest.
“Sea~nie! Never knew you had it in you,” Orli leered. Sean just rolled his eyes, shoving Elijah’s legs off his lap to head for the kitchen.
“I’m getting more beer, anyone want?” Four hands shot into the air, and Sean’s eyes rested on Dom. “You’ve already got one,” he informed Dom helpfully. Dom, who had been drinking at the time, hurriedly hid the deep green bottle behind his back.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a lazy grin. Elijah giggled again, flicking a bottle top at Sean. To everyone’s surprise, Sean caught it easily, the silver winking at them conspiratorially from his hand. He spun coolly on his heel and marched into the kitchen. Dom caught Orlando’s eye and raise an eyebrow. Unfortunately, this failed to have the desired effect on the drunken Brit, who promptly burst into his own fit of giggles.
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By the time Sean returned with the drinks, Billy had already decided he couldn’t stand the pink shirt any longer, and had moved on to home videos Sean had made of his daughters.
“It was cool back then,” Sean protested in defence of his appearance in Toy Soldiers, but Dom was the only one who noticed. Elijah was in rapture at the sight of Elizabeth, and Orlando and Billy were already critiquing Sean’s camerawork.
“Sean, what were you doing? Her head’s not even in shot!” cried Orlando, almost literally crying with laughter.
“It’s not easy when you’ve got another one crawling on…”
“Autofocus, Astin!” Billy yelled, cutting Sean off mid-sentence.
“When did it become pick-on-Sean night?” Sean asked unhappily.
“When we found your wife’s collection of Sean Astin movies!” Orlando replied, cackling. Sean groaned and plonked unceremoniously onto the couch behind Dom and Elijah. Lij slid forwards off the couch but Dom fought back, refusing to move when Sean pushed him.
“it’s my –goddamned –house!” Sean grunted, frustrated, as he tried to shove Dom off his very expensive 3-seater.
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A harsh noise from the television informed the duelling hobbits that Orlando had changed tapes again. Sean was taken aback, and Dom took advantage of this temporary distraction to force Sean into a retreating position. For the second time that night Sean found himself trapped under a pair of legs. Raucous laughter emerged from the tangle of bodies on the floor that was Orlando, Billy and now Elijah.
“What’s with your fucking face?” Elijah squealed. Dom stifled a laugh of his own as he watched Sean’s attempt at playing Rudy.
“You look like you’re giving birth, mate.” He chuckled. Sean pouted.
“The director wanted me to look aimless, unfocussed. You know, delusory? Desalted?”
“It’s desultory, dummy,” Orlando supplied cheerfully.
“That’s what I said! You’re always correcting me,” Billy pitched in, whining.
“I did not sound like—“
“Adopted wuss!”
“Hey, I’m no adopted wuss!”
“You want a breathing problem?” Orli said menacingly, baring his teeth before attacking Billy, tickling him ruthlessly. Elijah scrambled out of the way and stomped his foot.
“You guys aren’t even doing it right! The breathing problems part is a whole different scene,” he pouted, before Orlando snaked a hand around his leg and pulled him into the fray. Dom turned to Sean and winked, grinning, before shoving him off the couch on top of the writhing pile of bodies.
Green Queen
Author: Green Queen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know these guys.
Archive: It's Not Easy Being Green
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: GSF
Author's Notes: Again for the
contrelamontre 4 words challenge. The last one took 54 minutes. Title taken from a line in Rudy. Pick-on-Sean day.Our Lady of Victory
Elijah was heavy and warm against Dom’s side, his high-pitched giggle reverberating through Dom’s somewhat intoxicated skull. Dom smiled wryly and raised the beer bottle to his lips as a much younger Sean Astin ran shirtless across the screen. Orlando hooted madly, making Sean blush even harder, if that was possible. Moments later young Sean skidded into a new scene, dressed in nothing but a towel. Orlando sprayed crisps across the head in front of him. Billy whacked his leg in protest.
“Sea~nie! Never knew you had it in you,” Orli leered. Sean just rolled his eyes, shoving Elijah’s legs off his lap to head for the kitchen.
“I’m getting more beer, anyone want?” Four hands shot into the air, and Sean’s eyes rested on Dom. “You’ve already got one,” he informed Dom helpfully. Dom, who had been drinking at the time, hurriedly hid the deep green bottle behind his back.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a lazy grin. Elijah giggled again, flicking a bottle top at Sean. To everyone’s surprise, Sean caught it easily, the silver winking at them conspiratorially from his hand. He spun coolly on his heel and marched into the kitchen. Dom caught Orlando’s eye and raise an eyebrow. Unfortunately, this failed to have the desired effect on the drunken Brit, who promptly burst into his own fit of giggles.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By the time Sean returned with the drinks, Billy had already decided he couldn’t stand the pink shirt any longer, and had moved on to home videos Sean had made of his daughters.
“It was cool back then,” Sean protested in defence of his appearance in Toy Soldiers, but Dom was the only one who noticed. Elijah was in rapture at the sight of Elizabeth, and Orlando and Billy were already critiquing Sean’s camerawork.
“Sean, what were you doing? Her head’s not even in shot!” cried Orlando, almost literally crying with laughter.
“It’s not easy when you’ve got another one crawling on…”
“Autofocus, Astin!” Billy yelled, cutting Sean off mid-sentence.
“When did it become pick-on-Sean night?” Sean asked unhappily.
“When we found your wife’s collection of Sean Astin movies!” Orlando replied, cackling. Sean groaned and plonked unceremoniously onto the couch behind Dom and Elijah. Lij slid forwards off the couch but Dom fought back, refusing to move when Sean pushed him.
“it’s my –goddamned –house!” Sean grunted, frustrated, as he tried to shove Dom off his very expensive 3-seater.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A harsh noise from the television informed the duelling hobbits that Orlando had changed tapes again. Sean was taken aback, and Dom took advantage of this temporary distraction to force Sean into a retreating position. For the second time that night Sean found himself trapped under a pair of legs. Raucous laughter emerged from the tangle of bodies on the floor that was Orlando, Billy and now Elijah.
“What’s with your fucking face?” Elijah squealed. Dom stifled a laugh of his own as he watched Sean’s attempt at playing Rudy.
“You look like you’re giving birth, mate.” He chuckled. Sean pouted.
“The director wanted me to look aimless, unfocussed. You know, delusory? Desalted?”
“It’s desultory, dummy,” Orlando supplied cheerfully.
“That’s what I said! You’re always correcting me,” Billy pitched in, whining.
“I did not sound like—“
“Adopted wuss!”
“Hey, I’m no adopted wuss!”
“You want a breathing problem?” Orli said menacingly, baring his teeth before attacking Billy, tickling him ruthlessly. Elijah scrambled out of the way and stomped his foot.
“You guys aren’t even doing it right! The breathing problems part is a whole different scene,” he pouted, before Orlando snaked a hand around his leg and pulled him into the fray. Dom turned to Sean and winked, grinning, before shoving him off the couch on top of the writhing pile of bodies.
Green Queen