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Belladonna
Mmm.. Johnny
Registered: Feb 2004
Location: Australia
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Orlando / Johnny slash | PG15
Okay, I may get in trouble for posting this.. but it's not too suggestive, I hope. Have a read of the first chapter, and let me know what you think.
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Rating: PG15 for kissing and touching ^^
Warnings: This is slash, male/male loving, and if you're disgusted by things like that I suggest you don't read any further. It's a very fluffy and sweet-ish story, so don't expect any smut whatsoever
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny and Orlando and any other person you recognise. All I own is the plot and my vivid imagination. Just so you know: I'm fully aware that Orlando and Johnny are most likely *not* gay. lol.
1. Orlando
Right before I accepted the part of Will Turner in Pirates, Dom came to visit me in London. It wasn’t like that was very exceptional whatsoever, because we hooked up quite a lot. This time, however, was different. This time we watched Edward Scissorhands together, a movie that I had seen about twenty times already. When the credits rolled over the screen, Dom looked at me the way only he can look – and every time he does so, I feel like I’ve done something incredibly stupid – and asked:
“Why again, Orli, do you plan on refusing the part?”
I grinned sheepishly, because truth be told, I started to wonder the same.
The first time I read the script of Pirates, I wasn’t very impressed. I thought it was just a little too cliché and Hollywood for my liking, even though I had a chance to play next to my hero. Dom knew that I had Johnny on a pedestal, and he just possibly couldn’t understand why I considered refusing the part I had been offered. Now that I had seen Johnny in one of his better roles again, I couldn’t, either.
“Well…” I said, rubbing my neck with my hand.
“Orli,” Dom interrupted, trying to talk some sense in me, “Are you out of your @#%$ mind? The guy’s a genius! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, man!”
“I know,” I mumbled.
“Then why-”
“I don’t know.”
“You bloody wanker,” Dom said incredulously, shaking his head, probably thinking I was a lost case. “If you aren’t going to accept this part, fine. But then I never, never, want to hear the name Johnny Depp again, alright?”
“I’m going to call,” I softly said, realising I was a bloody wanker indeed if I didn’t grab this opportunity.
“What?”
“I’m going to call. To say I want to part,” I explained, at which I received an approving look and a bright smile.
“You won’t regret it, trust me,” he beamed, and I picked up the phone and dialled the number of my agent.
Dom was right. Not a second I regretted taking the part. The sword-trainings are great, Malta is great, my co-stars are great and Johnny is simply fantastic. I swear: that man is a God. He is amazingly committed to his work and he knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. You should see what he’s done with his character, Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, for that matter. It’s brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I learn so much only from looking at him, looking at how he changes from the soft-spoken and observant man into the loud and wine-spilling pirate who is going to be the absolute star of this movie. There is no one who could do this better than he, and sometimes I have to pinch my hand to convince myself this is all real.
Johnny and I hang out quite a lot off-set, sometimes with the others, sometimes just the two of us. More than once he has asked me to have dinner with him, in this fantastic residence he has. It’s insane, really, having dinner with someone you’ve admired as long as you can remember, getting to participate in his life for a while. I am happy to sense that he’s quite fond of me, and whenever he gives me a compliment about a scene or something, I’m ridiculously pleased. Hearing words of approval from the one I nearly worship, is something I don’t think I could ever get enough of and I have to say it does wonders to my ego.
Two days ago, he asked me to come over again. He wanted to see me, he’d said, because it had been awhile since my last visit. Being as happy as I was with his invitation, I had decided not to mention that it had only been three days since I’d last been there.
The evening itself was incredible. We drank some wine, drank some more wine, had a lot of fun and then he suddenly asked if I felt like watching the sunset. Of course I couldn’t refuse. I had seen my share of sunsets, but something told me that watching the sun sink into the sea with Johnny was an entirely different thing. So I followed Johnny outside, followed Johnny because I wanted him to lead me, and after walking for a couple of minutes he suddenly stopped in his tracks, raised his head up to the sky and then looked me in the eye.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered in that soft voice he has, and I obeyed because I trusted him. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrist and guided me and I tried to focus on the crackling of twigs beneath my feet, or the chirping of a bird, but my mind kept on fixing on Johnny’s fingers that encircled my wrist. His hands were calloused yet surprisingly soft against my skin, and before that trail of thought could be finished, we came to a halt.
“You can look now,” Johnny said, and when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Right in front of us laid the Mediterranean Sea, the calmly surging of it filling my heart with a strange feeling of serenity. The sky was filled with oranges and reds, and the sun was about to sink behind the horizon.
“We made it just on time,” Johnny said, and when I looked beside me I saw the light of the descending sun reflected in his dark eyes.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, not knowing whether I was talking about my surroundings or the glittering of Johnny’s eyes.
“It is, isn’t it,” the man beside me agreed, his gaze fixed on the orange sun.
We placed ourselves in the sand, silently watching the beautiful sight we were offered. When I sat there on that Maltese beach, my arms slung around my knees, silently witnessing the magnificence of nature, I felt completely at peace. I didn’t believe there was anything that could make the moment more perfect than it already was, and it felt good to be able to share this moment with Johnny, who was smoking a cigarette under a dusky sky.
“We should do this more often,” he commented once the sun had disappeared from our view. “You know, you and me together.”
He cast a look at me before taking a long drag off his cigarette and I silently watched him, because silence was all I could give him right then. When I realised Johnny might have expected another reaction than just my looking, I replied:
“I agree. You’re great to spend time with.”
He looked at me and smiled before he shifted his gaze to the rumbling sea in front of us again, his cigarette dangling between his slender fingers. “Likewise,” he said in a low voice.
“Malta is so amazing, don’t you think?” I asked him quickly, changing the subject before I could say anything stupid. My fingers were drawing lazy circles in the sand, my eyes following my movements. “There’s so much more I want to see than I already have.”
Johnny quietly laughed and crunched his cigarette in the sand. “Then let me be your guide,” he said, and when our eyes met, I felt a sensation in my stomach that was incredible and confusing at the same time, and it hasn’t disappeared ever since.
I think I’m falling in love.
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Networking
Registered: Nov 2001
Location: San DiegoModerator
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Good as long as you don't put anything a little too dirty.
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Feb 10th, 2004 05:25 AM |
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Belladonna
Mmm.. Johnny
Registered: Feb 2004
Location: Australia
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Ah, sweet then.
Here's the second chapter, need opinions, guys..
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2. Johnny
Honesty directs me to admit that I hardly knew Orlando before Pirates of the Caribbean. Of course I had heard of him, and I knew he had starred in the Lord of the Rings, but I couldn’t quite put a face to the name. But now I must say that it’s pretty hard for me to forget about Orlando, seeing that he is practically everywhere I am. He doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he deeply admires me, but actually I find that more flattering than annoying.
The first time we met, I was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, but after that first shock he stole my heart. There is a certain innocence to Orlando that I find quite endearing, and the impertinence with which he sometimes asks me to teach him certain things about acting is admirable. I am more than happy that he appointed me his guide, because his eagerness to learn is exceptional, really. I have to admit that I love to be in his presence, so it was a logic consequence that I started to invite him to my place.
Soon enough, I discovered there is a complete other side of Orlando, a side that forms a harsh contrast with the energy he usually bubbles over with. You see, when you’re alone with Orlando, he turns into a calm and considerate person, perhaps even a little shy at times. And as much as I love his lively behaviour, it’s good to see this more quiet side, simply because I better know how to handle that, and truth be told, that soft and shy smile of his is something I don’t think I could easily get tired of.
We talk a lot, and I can sense we’re getting more and more comfortable around one another. I know I can trust him, and I hope he knows he can trust me too. More than once I’ve asked myself what it is about Orlando that makes you want to tell everything about yourself, to confide your deepest secrets to him, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet.
Some people, most of them reporters, have asked me if I see him as the son I never had, but I can safely state that this is absolutely not the case. Of course, I want to make sure he’s okay whenever I can, but so does he. I see us as equals, and even though he’s a lot younger than I am, I sometimes have the feeling that he takes more care of me than the other way around.
Because of his role as Legolas in the Lord of the Rings, Orlando was already familiar with the blade. His technique is close to perfect, and even though it wasn’t the first time for me that I had sword in my hands, I lacked the ease he fought with. He noticed this, and I could see that he was delighted to initiate me in the world of swash-buckling. He spent hours training with me beside the regular sword-trainings and the sparkling of his eyes and the patience with which he taught me how to use the blade, made me honoured to be his pupil. The time that I accidentally cut myself with a blade, he was so concerned that I still have to smile every time I think about it.
A few days ago, something weird happened. It was at around 7PM and I was strumming my guitar on my couch, the sound of it echoing through the quiet house. While I was absently playing, I came to the realization that I very much wanted to see Orlando, even though I had seen him just the day before on set. We barely talked then, though, and I simply missed our conversations. I called him, and as I expected, he accepted my invitation to come over. I made up a pathetic excuse that it had been awhile since he’d been here, even though we both knew perfectly well it couldn’t have been more than three days.
Moments later, the doorbell sounded, and when I answered the door, I was greeted by a quite enjoyable sight, really. Right in front of me stood Orlando, dressed in faded black jeans and a tight green shirt that hugged his upper body. His long hair was untidily tied back in a ponytail and a few loose curls framed his face.
“Hello there, you gorgeous young man,” I greeted him with a grin, at which he raised an eyebrow and looked at me from head to toe before walking passed me.
“Says the king of good looks,” he sneered, and he gave me a wink before gracefully falling down on my couch.
His presence immediately cheered me up and after eliminating almost an entire bottle of wine, which put my mind in a pleasant haze, I suggested watching the sunset together. I didn’t have a clue where it came from, but after I said it, I realized that Orlando would indeed be the perfect person to watch the sunset with.
“Something tells me that you’ve had too much wine,” Orlando commented dryly as he looked at me in amusement.
“Well, if that’s so, I wouldn’t be the only one, aye?” I said in my best Jack Sparrow-accent, at which he shook his head with a laugh.
“You’re positively insane,” he smiled. “But yes, I’d love to.”
I decided to take him to a secluded beach and he followed me without saying a word. When we were almost there, I turned to look at him and asked him to close his eyes, which he did without asking why.
Before quickly letting my eyes wander over his calm face, I took hold of his wrist and led him through the trees and bushes that hid the part of the beach I had in mind from human eyes. Although I attempted to ignore it, I couldn’t help focusing on the pulsing that I felt underneath my fingers, and it struck me that Orlando’s heart was beating in quite a fast rhythm. Thankfully, my eyes set upon what we came there for in the first place, and any thoughts about Orlando’s heartbeat were forgotten.
I told him to open his eyes again and when he did so, I saw to my satisfaction that he was stunned by what he saw. The vastness of the ocean lay ahead of us, the bright sun casting shades of orange on the water.
“We made it just on time,” I said, narrowing my eyes because of the garish sun.
“Beautiful,” Orlando whispered, and the way he said it, with such pure awe, almost made me wish he would talk like that about me. I shrugged those thoughts off, blaming them to the wine, and agreed.
“Come on, let’s sit down, shall we,” I suggested after a while, giving the good example and sliding down in the sand. Orlando soon followed and together we sat in silence, peacefully watching the sunset together. The sky quickly became more and more dim, and when the last part of the sun sank behind the horizon, I looked beside me, playing with the cigarette I had just lit.
“We should do this more often. You know, you and me together.”
I meant what I said, and somehow I didn’t think this sunset could have been equally beautiful with someone else by my side. Orlando didn’t reply, though, but he looked at me without saying a word. Just when I started to believe that maybe I had gone too far by saying what I had, he spoke in a soft voice.
“I agree,” he smiled. “You’re great to spend time with.”
When he looked me in the eye I saw a sudden shyness, and I averted my eyes with a smile, a part of me wondering if he had always looked as breathtaking as he did then.
“Likewise,” I said in a bare whisper, feeling the sudden change in atmosphere. Orlando seemed to feel it as well, because he quickly changed the subject, drawing patterns in the damp sand. He told how beautiful he thought Malta was and when he told me in a soft voice that there was so much more he wanted to see, I couldn’t help myself and said:
“Then let me be your guide.”
Something happened inside him then, and I knew it because of the way something flickered in his eyes the second we looked at each other. There had always been the tiniest hint of admiration in his gaze every time he looked at me, but now that was replaced by something stronger, something that went beyond admiration, and the image of those dark, expressive eyes has been haunting me ever since.
I think he’s falling in love. But then, he’s not the only one.
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Feb 10th, 2004 07:18 AM |
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Belladonna
Mmm.. Johnny
Registered: Feb 2004
Location: Australia
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lol?? Anyone?
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Feb 11th, 2004 06:02 AM |
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AutumnSparkle
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Registered: Mar 2004
Location: Netherlands
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Well well, now that's interesting...
Guess what I saw here when someone gave me the link to this thread?
A STORY YOU DIDN'T WRITE YOURSELF!
How I know this? Because I am the one who wrote this!
Too bad that people can be this pathetic and claim other people's work as their own. If you want to post someone else's story', fine, but don't take credit for it yourself.
Pathetic. I don't have other words for this.
Okay, I may get in trouble for posting this..
Indeed you may. I think the moderaters will have a nice PM in their mailbox in a few moments.
I censured myself for your sake, because you don't have any idea how enraged I was and still am that you have the guts to post this here and pretend it's yours.
Try posting your own stories next time, will ya?
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Mar 20th, 2004 07:46 PM |
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Hestia
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Registered: Mar 2004
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OMG!!!!!!!! How ****ing DARE you?! This isn't your story girl!!!  How sick are you? How unoriginal are you, trying to get credit from other people's hard work!
This story is written by my very good friend (the one who posted up above me and was TOO kind to you, as she "censured" herself) and I know how hard she worked on this, tried to come up with chapters! How ****ing dare you?! And next to that, IT'S ****ING ILLEGAL!!! You seriously make me sick!  All people like you do. You make me puke! God, I'm so pissed off! Grow up, will you! Come up with your own work, something YOU worked hard on! Not someone elses!
I'll be sure to contact the moderator of this board (which I'm sure my friend already will do as well) and he/she will take actions.
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Mar 20th, 2004 07:47 PM |
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Kes
Philie
Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
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I'm closing this thread till Rex comes back.
Closing--closed
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Mar 20th, 2004 08:22 PM |
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Kes
Philie
Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
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Reopen it, obviously!
Can you prove that its yours Autumn?
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Mar 20th, 2004 08:42 PM |
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Hestia
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Too bad that I can't post any links, 'cause I have to be a more active user, but you can check on a forum called EWAC (Elijah Wood Appreciation Connection) and The Orlando Bloom files ezboard. There are two other forums as well. Alwasy&Forever where you have to be a member to enter the fanfiction area and EWFN (Elijah Wood Fan Network) which is down at the moment. And of course, there is her livejournal.
Hope this is enough. If not, what else do you need?
ETA: And there are other people who can acknowledge this.
Last edited by Hestia on Mar 20th, 2004 at 09:07 PM
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Mar 20th, 2004 09:02 PM |
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Kes
Philie
Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
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Post the link without the www. That should work.
I would apreciate it since looking for those sites would take to long.
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Mar 20th, 2004 09:11 PM |
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Kes
Philie
Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
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Found it.
This will be dealt with.
Closing-closed
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