Orlando Fell in Love with the World
I have no idea where this came from. Really. Orlando/Johnny and some Orlando/Viggo. PotC and the PR machine. Might end up in mateys.
Back before the monstrosity that is the publicity machine started its wheels rolling, never to be stopped, Sir Ian had told Orlando never to change. "You've fallen in love with the world, m'boy. There is nothing the world loves more than a pretty soul who's fallen in love with it."
Sir Ian had been right. Orlando had fallen in love with the world, and it had fallen right back. None of the others understood it. Elijah had been famous for too long to remember this feeling; Dom and Billy didn't take it seriously; John and Viggo and both Seans were too far removed. They saw his stunts, his sweet and confused interview sessions, his misguided wardrobe choices. They stood back and let him be himself.
The PR machine rolled on.
He knew now that there were small girls out there with no spelling skills who thought that he was the hottest thing since, he didn't know, Hanson or sliced bread or something. Since Elijah, maybe. People were taking him seriously. He couldn't have snuck away for a random bungee jump or anything like he'd done at the beginning of filming in New Zealand. He was reminded of Cate's words from the beginning of Fellowship -- the world is changed.
He'd landed a role in Pirates of the Caribbean. After the boys of the Fellowship, Johnny and Keira and Jack were like a different world; a new and beautiful world for him to fall in love with.
And fall he did. More than he would have liked, more than he meant to, he found that some stunt he was attempting had failed and he had ended up in Johnny Depp's arms.
Many people had made conjectures about he had spent time with his castmates in New Zealand. Whether they knew it or not, a lot of these people were right, and a great majority of them could even spell. These people would not be surprised to learn of his flustered reactions to the in-character, suggestive remarks that Johnny couldn't help but make.
"I'm so bloody irresistible. He can't keep his hands off of me," he would quip after Orlando had flopped forward into a seemingly waiting embrace. Unsure of whether to blush or grin in admittance, Orlando shrugged and threw in a little of both options.
After one of his more particularly biting days, Johnny stopped by Orlando's trailer to apologize. "You know that, when I say all those things, I'm only teasing. It's all in good fun."
"I know." Orlando was seated at the mirror, didn't turn around to face Johnny but eyed him in the glass.
"It's just that you're so easy, so innocent."
"Somebody told me once that I was in love with the world."
Johnny came forward out of the doorway to wrap his arms around Orlando's shoulders and whisper in his ear. "You know what's the biggest problem with being in love with the world? There's so fucking much of it to love. Don't think I don't know. I was there once too." Having said this, he nibbled a little on Orlando's ear.
He whipped around to face his assailant, causing Johnny's show of affection to land right between his eyes. "I thought you said you were only teasing!" he accused, trying not to tremble.
Johnny stared him down, nose to nose. "How much more of a tease can I be, mate?"
The PR machine took the cast out to dinner that night -- in this case, the PR machine was incarnated in a pleasant fellow named Bill and several androgynous reporters from Time or Premiere or something. Their names were all something that was the same, possibly Lila. Orlando's mind was elsewhere.
They were seated around a long table with one side nearly pressed against the wall. Once Orlando was seated, there was no escape without climbing over the laps of Jack and Johnny and Keira.
One of the Lilas asked him a simple question about the filming schedule and how it differed from that of Lord of the Rings, a question that Orlando liked because there was less chance that he'd read his answer in several months and think himself a fool, when his cell phone rang. Unable to excuse himself to take the call -- because he had to take the call, the only people who knew the cell phone's number were the ones whose calls Orlando wouldn't miss for the world -- he shot Bill and the Lilas an apologetic look and answered it.
Viggo's voice came through, quiet but clear. "You've caught me at a bad time." Orlando cut him off before they could get into any sort of conversation. "Can I call you back later? Okay, thanks, love. Bye."
At the sound of Orlando calling anyone "love," especially in front of reporters, Bill the PR man raised an eyebrow. Orlando panicked -- there was no time to make up a decent lie, and besides, he was in far too good a mood to be believable. It had been several weeks since he'd heard from Viggo.
"Girl he met at the pub last week," Johnny told the Lilas conspiratorially.
"Was it?" Bill asked. Orlando just nodded.
"That was her. I'd recognize that voice anywhere." Johnny winked at Orlando, as he realized with a sinking feeling that Johnny had probably been able to hear Viggo's deep, growling tones. The cell phone was not the most private of instruments. Still, he returned Keira's grin as though it really had been Bonnie or Stacy or whatever the fuck her name had been calling him right in the middle of an important interview.
"Why did you cover for me?" he asked Johnny afterwards.
Johnny shrugged, leaned forward and kissed him. "Because you're in love with the whole bloody world."
Sir Ian had told him never to change. Try as he might, Orlando couldn't change and couldn't stop from changing.
Back before the monstrosity that is the publicity machine started its wheels rolling, never to be stopped, Sir Ian had told Orlando never to change. "You've fallen in love with the world, m'boy. There is nothing the world loves more than a pretty soul who's fallen in love with it."
Sir Ian had been right. Orlando had fallen in love with the world, and it had fallen right back. None of the others understood it. Elijah had been famous for too long to remember this feeling; Dom and Billy didn't take it seriously; John and Viggo and both Seans were too far removed. They saw his stunts, his sweet and confused interview sessions, his misguided wardrobe choices. They stood back and let him be himself.
The PR machine rolled on.
He knew now that there were small girls out there with no spelling skills who thought that he was the hottest thing since, he didn't know, Hanson or sliced bread or something. Since Elijah, maybe. People were taking him seriously. He couldn't have snuck away for a random bungee jump or anything like he'd done at the beginning of filming in New Zealand. He was reminded of Cate's words from the beginning of Fellowship -- the world is changed.
He'd landed a role in Pirates of the Caribbean. After the boys of the Fellowship, Johnny and Keira and Jack were like a different world; a new and beautiful world for him to fall in love with.
And fall he did. More than he would have liked, more than he meant to, he found that some stunt he was attempting had failed and he had ended up in Johnny Depp's arms.
Many people had made conjectures about he had spent time with his castmates in New Zealand. Whether they knew it or not, a lot of these people were right, and a great majority of them could even spell. These people would not be surprised to learn of his flustered reactions to the in-character, suggestive remarks that Johnny couldn't help but make.
"I'm so bloody irresistible. He can't keep his hands off of me," he would quip after Orlando had flopped forward into a seemingly waiting embrace. Unsure of whether to blush or grin in admittance, Orlando shrugged and threw in a little of both options.
After one of his more particularly biting days, Johnny stopped by Orlando's trailer to apologize. "You know that, when I say all those things, I'm only teasing. It's all in good fun."
"I know." Orlando was seated at the mirror, didn't turn around to face Johnny but eyed him in the glass.
"It's just that you're so easy, so innocent."
"Somebody told me once that I was in love with the world."
Johnny came forward out of the doorway to wrap his arms around Orlando's shoulders and whisper in his ear. "You know what's the biggest problem with being in love with the world? There's so fucking much of it to love. Don't think I don't know. I was there once too." Having said this, he nibbled a little on Orlando's ear.
He whipped around to face his assailant, causing Johnny's show of affection to land right between his eyes. "I thought you said you were only teasing!" he accused, trying not to tremble.
Johnny stared him down, nose to nose. "How much more of a tease can I be, mate?"
The PR machine took the cast out to dinner that night -- in this case, the PR machine was incarnated in a pleasant fellow named Bill and several androgynous reporters from Time or Premiere or something. Their names were all something that was the same, possibly Lila. Orlando's mind was elsewhere.
They were seated around a long table with one side nearly pressed against the wall. Once Orlando was seated, there was no escape without climbing over the laps of Jack and Johnny and Keira.
One of the Lilas asked him a simple question about the filming schedule and how it differed from that of Lord of the Rings, a question that Orlando liked because there was less chance that he'd read his answer in several months and think himself a fool, when his cell phone rang. Unable to excuse himself to take the call -- because he had to take the call, the only people who knew the cell phone's number were the ones whose calls Orlando wouldn't miss for the world -- he shot Bill and the Lilas an apologetic look and answered it.
Viggo's voice came through, quiet but clear. "You've caught me at a bad time." Orlando cut him off before they could get into any sort of conversation. "Can I call you back later? Okay, thanks, love. Bye."
At the sound of Orlando calling anyone "love," especially in front of reporters, Bill the PR man raised an eyebrow. Orlando panicked -- there was no time to make up a decent lie, and besides, he was in far too good a mood to be believable. It had been several weeks since he'd heard from Viggo.
"Girl he met at the pub last week," Johnny told the Lilas conspiratorially.
"Was it?" Bill asked. Orlando just nodded.
"That was her. I'd recognize that voice anywhere." Johnny winked at Orlando, as he realized with a sinking feeling that Johnny had probably been able to hear Viggo's deep, growling tones. The cell phone was not the most private of instruments. Still, he returned Keira's grin as though it really had been Bonnie or Stacy or whatever the fuck her name had been calling him right in the middle of an important interview.
"Why did you cover for me?" he asked Johnny afterwards.
Johnny shrugged, leaned forward and kissed him. "Because you're in love with the whole bloody world."
Sir Ian had told him never to change. Try as he might, Orlando couldn't change and couldn't stop from changing.