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24 January 2008 @ 07:11 am
"Death Does Not Become Him" - Chapter 4 Orlibean  
And without further adieu:

Title: Death Does Not Become Him
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: R
Warnings: supernatural. minor character death, talk of death, language, VERY DARK HUMOR
Summary: What if there were people who could see how, what of and when a person will die? What if one of those people was Orlando? And how does Sean fit into all this?
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Except for maybe Viggo...

Author's Note: I would like to extend a huge Thank You to my beta, simplyshanni. No matter how many times I read a chapter over and over and over again, I always miss so much. So thank you once again. *hugs you tightly*

“Viggo, which shirt should I wear? This one,” Orlando said as he put a garish red checkered shirt in front of his bare chest, “or this one?” he said as he switched to a bright orange one.

“I like the brown one,” Viggo replied, not looking at the shirts at all.

Orlando put both shirts down in exasperation. “Usually when one asks for someone’s opinion and shows them the options, they have to actually look at the options before blurting out random answers.”

“Go look on your bed,” Viggo said, never taking his eyes away from the Hollywood Hill landscape before him.

Orlando ran into his bedroom and there on the bed was a shirt.

A brown shirt.

The softest shirt he had ever seen in his entire life.

And yes, he could tell it would be soft just by looking at it.

Orlando picked up the garment and let the material flow through his fingers. Bringing the supple fabric to his cheek, he nuzzled into its feather-light softness, after which he quickly put said shirt on and marveled at the feel of the material as it brushed against his sun-warmed skin.

A shiver ran along his spine as it made contact with his nipples, his sensitive nubs instantly hardening.

Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting night.

Him, acting like he was on a first date, Sean with his bedroom eyes and wicked smile, and separating them both would be a shirt that had no right feeling this sinful against his overly sensitive torso.

He was already feeling slightly nervous about tonight. He had been thinking about his dinner date with Sean for the last twenty-four hours. Thoughts of what the night would bring were doing strange things to him all around. He hadn’t eaten much, hadn’t kept his mind on work and hadn’t slept very well. Now Viggo had to go and throw in this evil shirt that made him feel tingly all over.

Viggo was always fucking with his head.

“What’s with the shirt?” Orlando asked the older man as he walked back out to the deck.

Viggo slowly turned his head, tipped his sunglasses down his nose and whistled low. “Nice. Very nice.”

“What’s wrong with the shirts I have?”

“This is a trick question, isn’t it?” Viggo sighed and turned toward the landscape again. “I’m tired of you looking like a table at a goddamned catering event. Most men read GQ for their fashion tips, not Martha Stewart.”

“This coming from the man in sunglasses and a white billowy shirt," Orlando scoffed. "You look like the leader of some crazy cult based in South America.”

“This is Hollywood. I need to camouflage myself in the surrounding area,” Viggo said as he got up off the deckchair and leaned against the railing.

“Ah, and now we see the Homo Sapien Viggo come out of his habitat to commune with his environment,” Orlando whispered as if he were a nature show host.

“I’d like to commune with that,” Viggo said as he looked over the railing. Orlando walked over to the edge of the railing to join Viggo and looked down. Their neighbors on the lower part of the hillside were throwing another poolside party. Two of the bikini-clad girls looked up at that precise moment and waved enthusiastically.

“Hi Viggo!” one of the girls yelled. Orlando and Viggo watched as the girl’s skimpy top tried to move with her as she bounced up and down.

“Are those things even real?” Orlando asked Viggo. “Shouldn’t they be more jiggly?”

“Voglio seppellire la mia testa nel suo tette,” Viggo yelled back down in perfect Italian.

Both girls giggled. “That was beautiful Viggo! What did you say?” she yelled back up.

Viggo smiled down. “Oh, just something about fallen angels out of heaven, dear.”

Both girls giggled again and bounced off toward the party.

Orlando looked at his mentor incredulously.

“What?” Viggo asked and shrugged.

“You said you wanted to bury your head in her tits,” Orlando laughed while Viggo smiled back. “And why would you want to anyway? Those things look like they could poke an eye out!”

“Well, that’s one way to go,” Viggo chuckled as he turned from the railing. “Ever seen anyone die from that? Or better yet, from having been suffocated by breast implants that got out of control?” Viggo said menacingly.

“Huh,” Orlando muttered, “death by mammocide.”

“You’ve been hanging out with Dom more than I like,” Viggo said as he pointed an accusing finger at Orlando, then regarded the shirt. “Wear the shirt, Orli. Oh, and you’re welcome.”

“Thank you Vig,” Orlando said sarcastically. “Why the sudden generosity?”

“Because I can tell you really like this guy, so I thought I’d make sure you made a good first impression,” he answered with a yawn.

“You pick this up on one of your vibes? What, my aura projected some shite or...something?”

“No, because you haven’t shut up about this sprout guy since you told me about the date,” Viggo smirked.


“Huh?” he asked as he turned in Orlando’s direction.

“Bean. Not ‘Sprout.'"

“Oh, I knew it was one of those.” Viggo suddenly changed his expression when he looked at him with concern. “You okay?”

“Just nervous, yeah?” Orlando said as he made his way to the railing again. As he looked down at the party, the visions came at him all at once. The same girl who had called up was now tinged in blue and had impressive bruise marks around her throat. Another girl had a steering wheel embedded in her chest. A man walking about had the telltale signs of fatal heart disease, the open-heart surgery evident in all its gruesome glory as it failed mid-way. Another young man was dead from an overdose of heroin.

A song by an ‘80’s band called Oingo Boingo came to mind as Orlando continued to look down at all the ‘pretty’ people.

It’s a dead man’s party
Who could ask for more
Everybody’s comin’, leave your body at the door

Orlando shuddered once, cleared his mind and looked down at the festivities yet again. Everyone was back to normal. The girl who had waved before looked up and waved to him.

“Hi Orlando!”

Orlando waved back, never giving away what he knew. What was he supposed to say to these people?

Be careful whom you date? Don’t drive a car when you’re shit-faced drunk? Don’t do drugs? Exercise regularly and cut the cholesterol out of your diet?



And maybe world peace could be achieved if everybody just decided to be nice to each other.

The lyrics of the song continued to float through his head.

His life was one big ‘dead man’s party.’

And there were times he wished he could stop playing the host.

Orlando walked back inside where Viggo had been watching him. The older man turned and continued to talk to him as he walked into the kitchen.

“I don’t know why you should be,” Viggo said, pulling Orlando from his thoughts.


“Nervous, that is. I mean, you’re going out with a guy who supposedly gets shot to hell not too long from now. What could possibly be making you nervous? You don’t plan on going anywhere near East L.A., do you?” Viggo asked worriedly.

“I know when I die, Vig,” Orlando said. “Don’t go there.”

“There are worse things than dying,” the older man shot back.

He could never argue with Viggo when he brought that particular argument up with him.

Orlando diverted the conversation away from himself. “I never thought of a gangland shooting.” Orlando stood and pondered on what Viggo had just brought up. “Oh this is just making me so frustrated!” Orlando shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Do you think I could really make a difference here? Do you think I could really save Sean in time?” Orlando asked, pleading with Viggo to give him the answers he really needed and not any of his cryptic nonsense or bullshite.

“The future’s not set in stone, Orli,” Viggo said as he placed his hand on Orlando’s arm. “All kidding aside, you’ve been given a gift to see these visions. No...listen to me,” he insisted as he noticed Orlando try to move away from him. “It was given to you for a reason. I know you feel useless sometimes, when you feel you can’t make a difference, and add that on top of the fact that people with your gift rarely make it past their teens before offing themselves...”

“Viggo, you do plan on helping me here, right? Cuz I gotta tell you, your pep talk sucks big time, yeah?”

“I’m just saying, you’ll do fine. You can do this. I know I discourage you from telling people about how and when they’ll die. I mean, look at Dommie,” Viggo said while shaking his head back and forth.

God, yeah, look at Dommie.

The guys had always indulged themselves in all the thrill-seeking sports, which had included surfing.

That was until Dominic had worn him down and he had finally given in and told his friend how he would die.

By drowning.

He didn’t have a set time, and he couldn’t quite see how it happened. There just weren’t enough of the particulars. He only knew it was from drowning and that it was a long way down the line.

Billy had been rightly pissed off that Dom had cornered Orlando and had put Orlando in the position of divulging that information.

Billy had never wanted to know how, when or where he died. He was only worried that he would die alone. He had told Billy he didn’t know the particulars of that, but Orlando had assured him that being the good friend he was, he couldn’t possibly imagine Billy being alone when he eventually died.

Dom, on the other hand, had insisted on knowing and when he found out, that had been the end of all sports that included water.

No more surfing, no more sailing, no swimming. At all.

Had it only been that, he and Billy could have lived with it, but it had gotten much worse.
They had tried to reason with him and, despite the fact that Dominic, himself, had admitted it was irrational, the man still couldn’t bring himself to go near the water. Orlando had told Dom that the vision had not changed, despite all of his precautionary measures to avoid death by drowning, but that didn’t seem to lull Dom into any sense of security.

Water had become his new phobia.

Just looking at the vast expanse of the ocean, which was hard to avoid since Bills and Dom lived in the Santa Monica area, could bring everything to a screeching halt. Out of nowhere, he would suddenly seize up and just stare out.

Dom explained that it felt not unlike someone who experienced vertigo. His head would swim with dizziness and he would feel unsteady on his feet.

Thankfully he was okay with showering and the likes, which was a huge relief to their little group.

It was after Orlando had seen the effect of his vision on Dom, and the fact that he would always have to live with the guilt of being the cause the man’s paranoia, that he’d decided he would never tell anyone what their fate would be.

Until now, that is.

Until a wonderful man named Sean barged into his life. A man he so desperately wanted a future with. And when he thought of a future with Sean, he didn’t think in broad terms. He thought about the little things. Things like brushing his teeth at the same sink in the morning. About eating ice cream from the same carton while watching Lost on the telly at night.

“You can do something about this. This isn’t the same situation as Dom, or anyone else for that matter. I think you should intervene - alter the immediate future. This might have something to do with your fate as well, and you know, fate is what you make,” Viggo said as he looked seriously at Orlando.

Orlando looked up at Viggo before cracking a smile. “’Fate is what you make?’” Orlando taunted. “You were watching Terminator 2 again, weren’t you, you daft bugger?”

“I can’t help it,” Viggo shrugged. “Linda Hamilton was pretty hot in the movie. She majorly buffed out for the role.”

“I would think she’s not your type, being that she looks so manly and all,” Orlando laughed.

“And I would’ve thought she was your type for that same reason,” Viggo smiled.

“Unless she grew a cock, ‘m not interested,” Orlando muttered.

The older man faced Orlando head on and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Ignoring that disturbing and strangely intriguing image and getting back onto the subject of Sean, I think you’ll know what to do. I have faith in you on this one. You can’t save the whole world, and I know that’s what it feels like to you sometimes. But maybe this isn’t about saving the whole world. Just yours,” he said and knocked foreheads with Orlando. “Yeah?”

Orli smiled. “I’m gonna go finish getting read, yeah?” he announced as he made his way to the bathroom.

Clicking on the sconces above the medicine cabinet, he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

This is what it always came down to. The visage he saw in the mirror.

Most men didn’t bother themselves with thoughts of their mortality. They would pause to think about it when passing the scene of a horrific car accident, or when they came across a news story about the scene of a homicide, or when a relative or friend finally succumbs to a lingering illness.

But for Orlando, dealing with his mortality was an everyday occurrence.

Or to be more specific, an every-time-he-looked-in-the- mirror occurrence.

It was there on his face. He wondered sometimes if this were actually his real face…this grotesque mask that taunted him daily, a skeletal countenance that would make sane people run away screaming. The disguise was really the face he showed to the world.

This was his fate. He knew when and how he would die. No matter where he went, no matter what he did, his fate was always there, in front of him, looking back, mocking him, daring him to deny it. Evidence that he too, will pass from this place.

It also made it a bitch to shave.

It was when he was faced with this evidence, that he had to admit something grudgingly.

Viggo had been right.

There were worse things than dying.

Orlando had found that out the hard way. He had always known how he would die and in knowing this information, he had become arrogant and ultimately, careless.

It had been because of this carelessness that he had had fallen out of a window, down three stories and had broken his back.

The doctors had told him that he might never walk again.

That was when Orlando had realized for the first time that it wasn’t just about when you left your place in the world.

It was about how and what you did with your time while you were still in it.

And spending it confined to a wheelchair was not something he had wanted to do. He had decided he wanted to spend the time he had on earth walking and doing the things he still wanted to do, not wasting it away while marking time, eventually catching up with the frightening image of himself that he saw in the mirror.

With the help of his family and his friends and his own determination, he succeeded in doing just that. One month later, and against all odds, he walked out of the hospital.

Viggo claimed that the accident had been proof of how strong Orlando was and it was for that reason that Viggo knew Orlando would be okay with his ‘gift.’

So Orlando never took his reflection too much to heart. The end would come for him, but until it did, he needed to concern himself with the time in between.

And when he thought about the time in between, it brought something else home to him.

That there were indeed, even worse things than dying or living your life as a vegetable.

Bills’ words came back to haunt him whenever he thought about it.

A wasted life was probably the worst thing Orlando could imagine, and who cared when you died, even if it was far, far into the future, if when you did eventually die, you died alone.

And this all brought him back to one thing.


Because he had the love of his friends and his family but his life was not complete without that special someone he could share it with and for some strange and unfathomable reason, he knew Sean could be that person.

Viggo always said he should trust his instincts and his were telling him that this was the one.

He may have only known him for all of fifteen minutes, but it was enough.

Enough to know that he would figure out what was about to happen to Sean and how to stop it. He would stop playing twenty questions with the man and get real answers. Then, when Sean was safe, he would work on the hardest part of all.

Getting to know the man more intimately so he could truly live his life.

Orlando squared his shoulders, walked out the door to his car and stopped as the warm night air washed over his face and body.

He wasn’t sure if it was the play of the shirt as it blew in the slight breeze on his skin that caused him to shiver, or the anticipation of the new adventure he was about to embark on.


I love all feedback, like Viggo loves to commune with 'nature.'


Current Mood: confusedconfused
My Flame Burns Bright: QR Fan Ficsuch_a_steph on January 24th, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
Great chapter! I know nothing about the real Orlando, so the character you seem to be be building is intruging and very likable. I really want him to get his man (and for keeps).

Thanks for the bedtime story... goodnight *hugs*
Maria: Orlando Good Nightslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
Judging from the time you posted this comment yesterday, and it being about the same time today, I'd say you were ready to go to bed again. LOL!

The thing about RPS, is its kinda hard to stay canon as you don't really know too much about the character's personality - only what you see in interviews and such but that doesn't give you the whole picture. Movies and tv shows provide excellent characterization because you see the person's personality as a whole.

But from I've seen of Orlando in interviews and the way he carries himself in movies and the fact that he did break his back before he graduated from drama school and was told he would never walk again and he yet he did a month later, tells me he would be a strong person who's fun loving and knows how to be a friend.

Other than that, I'm making him all up. :)

Thank you Steph!!!
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Maria: Orlando sighingslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Yes, I imagine everyone will want to know Orli's fate. *nods head*

More to come soon!
Gigi: Porn for Victorygiselleslash on January 24th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
Ha! I love Viggo in this! I always like it when he's the comic relief, he always manages to be a bit of a granola crunching goon in my fics as well...he's so damn much fun that way. Also, love the Italian tit convo *snerk*

I'm absolutely in love with the way you've written Orlando in this, he's aware of so much yet he's okay with it and so normal (well, normal for him anyway) because he's come to terms with things and has learned to live with death as it were.

What more can I tell you but that I get a happy every time I read an update of this...if I was like Linda Hamilton with a cock I'd totally have a boner right now ;P

Can't wait for the daaaaaaate! And just fyi, I sang that last bit. Badly.
Maria: Orlando contemplatingslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
I can hear the last bit and it was slightly off-key. :P

The date should be...interesting. La la la...

This is the way I always imagine Viggo to be in real life - (although I could be wrong) - back to nature, aloof, spouting off shit and yet still a ladies man. I can so see the sunglasses!

I don't want to make Orlando a victim here. I love the man so much and anyone who breaks his back, walks out of the hospital a short time later and then does a lot of his own stunts on a major motion picture like the LotR, in my book, is so not a victim. He strikes me as someone who can roll with the punches.

Glad you're loving and glad you sprouted imaginary wood with your imaginary cock.

Thank you!!!! :)
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Doylebabydoylebaby on January 24th, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC)
LMAO! Sprout? Sean Sprout? Viggo is hilarious.

I wonder why it didn't cross my mind before that Orlando sees his own fate as well. It must quite horrible, but he seems to be used to it now. I hope it will change for him too, but first save the Beansprout! *g*
Maria: Orlando Cute!slave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
I couldn't resist the beansprout joke. LOL! :)

Well, now I didn't say HOW and WHEN Orli dies. It's just that he's faced with it every time he looks in the mirror. *whistles*

And saving Bean...that's what this is all about. Maybe I should have called the story Saving Fireman Bean.

Thank you! Glad you're enjoying!!!
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Jackiejackieville on January 24th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
I am completely hooked and intrigued! This story ROCKS!
Maria: Orlando stylingslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
Woo Hoo!

I rock! Like a thing that rocks! :)

Thank you!
Amy: OBProject3 -- Do Not Deleteamygirl on January 24th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Wonderful chapter my dear. To look in the mirror and see your own death...that would be pretty darn freaky.

LMAO...love the ladies man Viggo...it's definitly a nice change of pace and I giggle at the thought of Viggo as South American Cult Leader because really...it's not that big of a stretch of the imagination with that one.

Can't wait to see how Orlando's date goes and hopefully he can figure out what leads to Sean's death in time to stop it.
Maria: Orlando making facesslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
I don't like looking in the mirror just cuz I'm 44 but yeah - seeing your death is pretty horrific too. :P

It's really not that much of a stretch to think of Viggo that way. He really needs a movie that explores that idea. LOL!

The date should be...um...fun. Not giving anything away!

Thank you!!!
Alilacia: Balian - stronger than you knowalilacia on January 24th, 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
Wow. This is like nothing I've seen before. *g* And your Orlando rocks, it goes without saying. He could be like... batshit crazy for all the things he sees every moment, but instead he just seems really normal. And, unintentially or not, has a great sense of humour. As evidence when he ran out the door after his interrupted blow job, handed the guy a twenty and told him to buy some patches. Well, Orlando might not have found it funny at the time but I did. :P

*crosses fingers* Both that the date goes well and that Orlando manages to figure out just how Sean's going to end his days. And maybe Eric too, if that's not too much for him to change at once.
Maria: Orlandoslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 12:25 am (UTC)
Hey, it's not your mother's fanfic.

That didn't come out right...

LOL! Yes, Orli is well grounded, but he's still not perfect, as you will soon see. :P

And yeah! I hope it works out Sean and Eric too.

Oh wait...

Thank you!!!!
Still Waiting For My Jetpack: aliens (hicks - bitch please)azewewish on January 24th, 2008 08:12 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure which I love more - Viggo quoting James Cameron or Viggo ogling tits while saying nasty things in Italian.

Either way, I am as in love with Viggo as you'd said I'd be. *g*
Maria: Hudson Game Over Manslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 12:26 am (UTC)
Either way, perverted-James-Cameron-quoting-Viggo is fun. LOL!

Thank you!!!!
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krazykitten46: goodevil kittenkrazykitten46 on January 24th, 2008 09:33 pm (UTC)
I'm surprised Orlando can even look in a mirror. It's strange because he may not see the gorgeous creature he is and for people to comment on that must be surreal. I know that isn't in the chapter but it is what just wandered through my addled brain. I never considered that he saw his own death. Viggo is quarky but logically in his own way.

Maria: Orlando sighingslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 12:29 am (UTC)
Exactly! When people complement him, he really doesn't get it. Then again, most people look in the mirror and they don't see what everyone else sees anyway. *shrugs*

Viggo does have a point...occasionally. It just gets muddled in his Viggoesque mind.

Thank you!!!!
simplyshanni on January 24th, 2008 09:37 pm (UTC)
Hey Sweetie,

I found you! I really enjoyed reading this fic the way it's now written. I was curious how it would come out. It's so choppy when you try to read the betaed version, so I'm thrilled with how smoothly everything flows. I just finished sending you an e-mail but I wanted to reply to you here as well. You're doing a phenomenal job on this story and you KNOW how much I love it, so brace yourself! Here comes the gushing feedback I've been too tired or busy to give you:

This chapter had so many elements to it. We got to meet Viggo, (Love him to pieces! Wacky, crazy and hysterical one minute, caring, wise and prophetic the next. Altogether an intriguing man.)

We got to learn more about Orlando's so called 'gift', (Heartbreaking and terrifying! My heart goes out to him, no pun intended.)

We got to learn more about Orli's past and how truly strong he must be to simply live day to day, (Great job working in the back injury! And considering what he sees in the mirror each morning, his strength and courage are awe-inspiring!)

We got to see Viggo encouraging Orli to break a precedent and tell Sean what he sees and Orlando determined to follow through. (YAY for both things!)

And finally, we got to learn more about Orlando's feeling for Sean and a possible future together. (SQUEEEEEE! 'nough said!)

This couldn't have been an easy chapter to write. There were so many dark moments, but just when things seemed a bit TOO bleak, you sprinkled in bright little gems of humor. Some of my favorite moments were Viggo's 'perfect Italian', the whole 'death by mammocide' discussion, The Linda Hamilton discussion and Orlando's comment about shaving. All of them were a 'little' twisted and just too funny for words! What a great way to break the tension!

Keep up the great work, hon and I'll be anxiously awaiting Chapter 5!



Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
Viggo, you know, needs to be more 3-D in fics. I don't think he is enough. He's either cliched or ignored. So this is my Viggo. LOL!

And I want to show what goes through Orli's head at a moments' notice.

And yeah, not a very easy chapter to write big time! I had to balance the humor with the dark or it would go the wrong way.

Thank you so much once again for the beat AND the lovely fb! *hugs you*
liriel1810 on January 24th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
Viggo is a complete crack up in this! He's so naughty to make that comment about the girl's tits! *giggle*

I feel badly for Orlando that he feels so badly for giving in to Dom's demands and now Dom's afraid of water. Poor boy, he'll probably be trapped in a flash flood, far away from the ocean on a camping trip instead of a surfing trip, which would be rather ironic, wouldn't it? I'll shut up now.

Love the shirt too. I don't like brown, but damn, Orlando wears it well. he should wear it more often!

I never really thought about him seeing his own death when he looks at himself in the mirrow. I hope it's from old age!

So, does this mean he's going to tell Sean about his gift, and try and work out, with Sean's help, just what would lead to Sean's chest being riddled with bullet holes?

SAdly, I dunno how he's going to prevent Eric's demise, unless he stops being a fireman, but then he could run into a burning building to save someone even if he wasn't a fireman... it's difficult to prevent, yeah?
Maria: Eric Banaslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 01:04 am (UTC)
Viggo is a naughty one! LOL! I love how everyone loves this Viggo. :)

It would be ironic, wouldn't it? If he died in a flash flood and not enjoying his life by doing what he wanted to do and tis a heavy burden he imposed on Orli by wearing him down like that.

Well, I haven't said how he dies yet - could be. I think just seeing it though is enough. *shudders*

You'll see how the Sean thing pans out. You'll see. *nods head*

As for Eric, well yo hit the nail on the head on that one. If Orli tells him how he dies, will he stop being a fireman? And if he does, how many people will be put at risk? It's kinda fucked up.

Thank you for the lovely fb!!!!
softbluebuddy: spike blue writing on rt sidesoftbluebuddy on January 24th, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
I haven't even read this yet, but got it in my inbox because you posted it in orlibean, but your user name is slave_o_spike.

Two of my favorite things, Spike and Orlando. I had to look at your profile and you are definitely a crossover kind of person I'd like to read more from.

I am adding you as a friend, hope that is okay. When I have time later I am going to peruse your fic list.

One of the things you wrote in your profile about Spike being the most complex character in the whole Buffy/Angel universe is the exact thing that I have thought for years.

I am looking forward to reading this. : )
Maria: Spike Rainslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
*waves to new friend*

I friended you back. :)

If you are into Queer as Folk (Brian/Justin natch) and the strange and unusual, you'll like my stories. LOL!

As for Spike, he was what got me into slash to begin with. I always loved his character. The funny thing was that I didn't exactly see Spike as hot right away. He just grew on me with his personality. The only slash I read in the beginning was Spangel (I only wrote a David/James RPS story - never Spangel). I think my favorite series was the Clockwork Vampire.

Hope you enjoy this story when you get a chance! :)
Chaos..panic..disorder...my work here is done.: Orlando-loversjillapet on January 25th, 2008 12:05 am (UTC)

OMG...that cook needs to run away. He is scary.

*makes out with you*


*gropes you*
Maria: Orlando making facesslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)

*hugs you and dances around with you*

*cops a feel*

Did you read my post from a few days ago? It talks about what happened during Christmas vacation. My cook was arrested in December (right after I posted the Cannibal Christmas interlude) and I had to work his shifts and mine. You'll see.

And yeah - he pisses me off to no end.

If only I could put him in the sausage...

Yes! Oingo Boingo! I hope you read the story Pet! *smooches you madly*
cereajeb on January 25th, 2008 12:28 am (UTC)

thats horrible!!! i mean.....jeez....seeing yourself dead (and apparently in a disgusting way :( everytime you look in the mirror??? granted, orli seems to be used to it, but...still. and poor dom! i'm not sure which of them is worse off at this point *glares at evil author who insists on torturing the boys*

on a lighter note, i ADORE guru!viggo. and i have to say, his italian is perfect :) *smirks*

superb chappie, and im glad youre going to give sean a chance (the man is WAY too pretty to be murdered, dammit!!!) same for eric, right?

Mariaslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
I know. I'm evil.

Esp to poor Orli. Or maybe Eric. Or Dommie.

Oh hell! No one escapes me here.

Except maybe Viggo. LOL!

And as far as Eric, you'll just have to be patient. *whistles a jaunty tune*

Thank you!!!!
cats_meeeowcats_meeeow on January 25th, 2008 12:46 am (UTC)
Your Orlando is quite a young man...Having to live with such a powerful and disturbing gift and not going crazy because of it is a sign of true character. I really like this Orlando & I sure hope he gets his man (and saves him from his terrible fate). Viggo is alot of fun but he seems very real, too. Here's to Sean and Orlando's "big date"!
Maria: Orlandoslave_o_spike on January 26th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
That's just the rub. I want to make these characters believable and real, not just caricatures that further the plot along.

And yeah, I've always admired Orlando, not just his looks so I needed to make him someone with good character.

There are people who can take things that happen to them in life and roll with the punches, and some who just cave in and give up.

Thank you for the wonderful fb!!!!