evocates: (Misc: Masked like a lover)
• just another dreamer • ([personal profile] evocates) wrote2013-05-21 07:04 pm

[FIC] RPF: the sun I found / Finding Portable Cliffs

Two fics I wrote a long time ago for prompts. I think it was in March? I'm very late to posting them.

And yes I am still struggling with that Vigbean I said I was working on a bazillion years ago. /sobs.

the sun I found

Characters/Pairings: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: PG
Words: ~540
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen, just the product of my imagination.
Summary: Viggo tries to name his new book. For [livejournal.com profile] noalinnea for the prompt “birth”.

“It's like choosing a name for a baby, you know?” Viggo said, his hand stroking over paper, over and over. “I can't just... pick something. I made this for both of us.”

Sean, draped on the opposite couch with his reading glasses perched on his nose, stared at Viggo across the coffee table. He deliberately swung his legs up, heels going thunk against polished wood. “You're giving yourself an aneurysm over this for no good reason,” he drawled. “Use a metaphor, a poetic-sounding description, or even an adjective.” He waved a hand. “Something like that.”

Viggo blinked, “Why?”

“Well, that's what you've been using for the ones you've got, aye?”

“But this is special,” Viggo protested immediately. “This is not just mine but yours as well, something that we made together.” He looked back down at the blank page as if he believed that words would pop out of it, fully-formed and absolutely perfect, if he stared hard enough. But Viggo knew the caprices of inspiration well enough, and he stopped after a minute of eyeballing paper, cocking his head at Sean.

“Why don't you suggest something?”

“Me?” Sean blinked at him. He (finally!) closed the book he was reading, leaning forward and taking Viggo's hands into his own. “Vig, I don't title anything.”

“Yes, yes, composer of the masterpiece da-da-da di da-di,” Viggo lifted Sean's hand, pressing a soft kiss against the back. “Try for me?”

“Don't mock that title. It's plenty descriptive - you know what I'm talking 'bout when I say it, aye?” Sean tried to frown, but his eyes were dancing. “Look, what's the metaphor you keep overusing when describing me?”

“It's not overused if it's entirely appropriate,” Viggo denied. His knee smacked a little too hard against the table top, but he ignored the shot of pain to slide fingers into Sean's hair. “I called you my sun.”

“In case you haven't noticed because of your old, failing eyes, Vig, me hair's brown nowadays,” Sean shot back tartly. He grinned up to Viggo. “Why not call it 'photographing the sun' or something like that? Plenty descriptive, and it's even a little clever.”

Viggo didn't answer. He froze for a long moment, his lips parted and eyes wide as he stared at Sean. Sean blinked, reaching up and poking Viggo gently on the nose. “Earth to Vig?”

The sun I found,” Viggo whispered. His hands slipped down, thumbs grazing Sean's cheekbones downwards, following the lines of his face until they curve over the collarbones and he gripped tight to those strong arms. “That's perfect.”

“I didn't say anything near that pretty,” Sean said, only half protesting. He turned his head and pressed a soft kiss against Viggo's wrist. “But that sounds like a good title, aye.”

Not even listening by not, Viggo clambered over the coffee table fully. He could hear pens and pencils falling onto the hardwood floor, but his attention was fully fixed on Sean's mouth, Sean's eyes, and he kissed him hard, tasting the sun he found and breathing in his heat.

“Shouldn't you write down the title before you forget it?” Sean murmured, words half-muffled and mangled by Viggo's tongue.

“Nah,” Viggo said, laughing. “You can remember it for me.”


Finding Portable Cliffs

Characters/Pairings: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Words: ~550
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen, just the product of my imagination.
Summary: Sean’s flight was delayed and Orlando is complaining. A dialogue-only fic written for [livejournal.com profile] afra_schatz’s prompt, “How many times? If you promise something, you gotta follow through, you arse.”

I'm never trusting you again.

What? It's not me fault!

It's totally your fault.

I'm really glad you think so highly of me, Lan. Of course I can control London's weather. I asked for a storm so the plane is stuck, of course I did.

You promised! When you promise something, you gotta follow through, you arse.

Your arse is not important enough to swim through the Atlantic for.

Aww, you'll do that for me?

I just said I won't.

You're too sweet, Sean! You'll swim the Atlantic for me! Should I go find a cliff or a lighthouse and wave a handkerchief so you can find your way?

You're mad. Completely out of your tree.

Maybe I should find a tree instead. Do you think American coasts have trees?

They have coconut ones.

I'll climb one of those if you'd swim for me.

I hope that if you do, you'll fall on your arse and break it.

Stop being mean to my arse. It's your arse too.

We're not sharing arses, Lan.

See, you're destroying the romance again. I was trying to make this phone call romantic and you're spoiling everything.

Sharing arses isn't hygenic. It's crazy. Like you.

You don't seem to complain when you're using that arse for your own nefarious purposes.

For your information, I only use your arse when you beg for it. When you mewl like a kitten for me cock, in fact. And speaking of me cock, it'll freeze if I swim across the Atlantic. You sure you want that?

Nah, your hot-blooded desire for me will make sure that your cock remains intact.

Only me cock?

Well, that's the most important part of you, isn't it?

And you say I'm not romantic.

There's plenty of romance in the appreciation of a good cock, you plebe.

Please tell me you're not having this conversation in public.

I'm having it in the middle of a crowded airport, seated next to two little old ladies who are now looking at me like I killed that poodle they have. It'll be a mercy to kill that poodle. It's wearing ribbons.

Why do poodles wear ribbons in your imagination?

I'm insulted. You don't believe me. I'm really in an airport, you know.

Only the very young or very stupid will believe you. I'm neither.

I don't know, there was that time...

Oh look, me plane's here.

No it's not.

Yes it is really here.

No it's not. You're just stopping me so I don't regale your embarrassing stories to the little old ladies and her poodle.

Lan, do you want me in LA, or do you want to continue to feed your imagination?

I can do both. I'm a good multitasker.

Multitask with your hand inside your pants for the next few hours, aye?

You say the sweetest things. Now get your arse on the plane so I can ogle it without looking at tabloids.

I thought we're sharing your arse?

We can share two arses between us, Sean, don't be so closed-minded.

One day I will teach you the difference between open-mindedness and insanity. One day.

Six of one, half a dozen of another. Methinks the lady protest too much.

Hey, Lan?


Wave a handkerchief for me when I land, alright?

I'll even bring a portable cliff.


[identity profile] bluegerl.livejournal.com 2013-05-21 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I do like your 'family' of our Boys. Viggo is so VIGGO and Beany well. he's Vig's Bean, and then he gets on the phone to that nutcase other Brit and becomes a slightly manic Bean with the old repartee. BUT still the Best Boy. I did enjoy the crazy conversation ... 'sharing arses is not hygenic' ...oh BEAN how can you say that! Bad Lad. teehee. and Finding the sun. well. Very VERY darling Best Man title. and so true. And Bean with his specs on his nose..aaaaah oh gosh. NEEEDS...... neeeeds......

Thanks tons for these, they are truly a delight. Lift me up they does!

Edited 2013-05-21 14:06 (UTC)

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Sean being snarky and Sean with glasses is just my two favourite things, really. 8D Heeeee!

Thank you, lovely! I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it! ♥

[identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com 2013-05-21 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
You do realize that if you keep this up, I WILL fly over to you, kidnap you, and chain you up in my basement so you can write me Orlibean banter like that 24/7. MAN, I LOVE THIS. I love how witty and crazy Orlando is and how infectuously funny, and how Sean is just the same, maybe a little bit snarkier even, and how utterly affectionate all this complete bullshit they talk is. It's like the perfect relationship dialogue everever.

(and yes, I did read the Vigbean also, and yes, I loved it because I love EVERYTHING you write. It's just that this isn't as sweet as cotton candy, dipped in strong liquor and we both know how addicted I am to that :D)

(I will reply to your email now. Well, I gotta stop being all grinning and giddy first, but then I will :D)

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
... Do you actually have a basement? And will I get food and blankets and terribly sweet comments like this if I am your Orlibean slave? If yes to both, come over anytime when convenient. (If inconvenient, come anyway. :3) I love writing Orlibean dialogue when they're just bantering, because it really is so easy and they're hilarious together. Cotton candy dipped in strong liquor is a perfect description of it.


[identity profile] j-flattermann.livejournal.com 2013-05-21 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Coming from the VIgBean end of the scale I have to admit that the more mature relationship between those two is more to my liking, even though the banter between the nutcase and Sean made me grin.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I love how you name Orlando 'the nutcase'. It's very, very apt. 8D But yes, their relationships are very different. Thank you for reading both, lovely! ♥

[identity profile] woowoochow.livejournal.com 2013-05-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
too funny

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] mooms.livejournal.com 2013-05-22 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)

Being a VigBean girl through and through, of course I love the first one best, but the second one is fun too.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Heeeeee! I'm glad you like both, and thank you for commenting. ♥!

[identity profile] sadme4b.livejournal.com 2013-05-22 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm with mooms - loved the first one - but the second made me smile too!

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-05-25 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, lovely! Especially for reading both. ♥!

[identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com 2013-05-31 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Love Viggo's response to Sean's suggestion, that light bulb moment and the surge of passion.

[identity profile] evocates.livejournal.com 2013-06-10 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! ♥