Stranger than Fiction
Author: dalehead
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: Suitable for all!
Disclaimer: Written in response to tarnished_raven whose challenge was as follows: We all write fan fiction, so logically-speaking, shouldn't we also write at least one fan fiction in our lifetime?” That bunny called to me so I made this up! But it’s all lies…
Beta: My lovely darknight999 - who I love to pieces!
It all started when the three of us wrote this epic Vig/Bean slash fic. We ended up with around 115 chappies and it took us around 18 months. We decided that we would take a chapter each and work in strict rotation. It seemed a good idea at the time but jeez Louise it was an unwieldy great monster by the time we finished it.
Well then I got engaged, to be married I mean, to a guy I met at a Fanfic Convention -a marriage made in heaven if ever there was one. The Titillation Trio as we called ourselves decided to disband when the fic was finally finished. To celebrate we converged on London to see our gorgeous Beanie baby who was appearing in a new play, written by one of the angry young men who currently inhabited the literary scene. The show called on Sean to moon the audience - clearly we had tickets for the front row.
I want you to picture the scene a moment. Three dizzy, squeeing fan girls sitting in the front row of the theatre just waiting for THAT moment. I admit we had a camera at the ready. There were bouncers at the doors searching people’s bags though why they didn’t bother with us I will never know.
The bare backside scene was in the first half and just as we were contemplating getting our camera out we heard a voice.
"Don’t even think about it ladies."
Not a one of us dared to breathe let alone move, we heard the guy behind lean back in his seat and we tried to concentrate on the play. The curtain came down and the interval began and we all turned round to find that none of us could see anyone who looked like they fitted the menacing voice. We were a lot more subdued as you can imagine. To pass the time we giggled at some of the funnier feedback we’d received on our fic. One of our readers seemed really hung up on the way we portrayed Viggo as the typical disorganized artist.
"Why do you think that poor Viggo is incapable of picking up his own clothes?" or "Why wouldn’t Sean cry as easily as Viggo, actually do you think Viggo is a human watering can? He spends so much time crying, I’m surprised he’s not water logged!"
By the time we got to Chapter 77, we’d got the bugger on board; the comments became gradually less argumentative and more complimentary. In fact we all found ourselves discussing all sorts of stuff with Allfreefolk69.
I never told the girls that when I had a huge argument with my boy I emailed Allfreefolk69 ‘cos I knew it was my fault and I just didn’t need one of my nearest and dearest confirming what I already knew, that I was behaving like a total pillock! Allfreefolk69 had been so kind and constructive with her (or his - I still wasn’t sure which to use) advice and I’d gone to bed that night much happier - wasn’t much I could do in return but I did give her (or him) a six month paid LJ to say thank you, well anonymously of course. Although AFF69 did leave me a very cryptic message and I’m sure she (or he) knew it was me.
So the curtain went up and the play continued - it was brilliant, well we thought it was brilliant and even if we hadn’t enjoyed the show we’d have loved it ‘cos we were celebrating and we loved Sean.
After the curtain came down we rushed to the stage door. We were standing there with hoards of other people and it soon became apparent that even if Sean came out that way we weren’t going to have much of a chance to talk to him.
Well, the next thing, a young woman came out and walked up to us. Speaking very quietly, she asked whether we were The Titillation Trio - gobsmacked would be an understatement - having confirmed that we were she ushered us inside, yep you heard me right, inside the stage door.
Moments later we were standing outside the Number One dressing room.
"Sean, are you decent? Your guests are here" The girl called through the door.
The door opened and standing there looking at us, a huge grin on his face was Viggo.
"Come in ladies" he said, ushering us in. He was the guy who had been sitting behind us.
Sean came out, looking I might say, devastating. Opening a bottle of champagne he offered us a glass.
"So finally we get to meet,” said Sean, winking at me. "The Titillation Trio and Allfreefolk69, together in the one room."
Viggo was obviously struggling not to laugh at us. Our mouths were hanging open and we all seemed to have lost our voices.
"When I heard you talking before the show started I soon worked out you were fan girls, then when you started talking about feedback in the interval I realized who you are. Sean and I have followed your epic from day one and thoroughly enjoyed talking to you all through comments."
He paused to take a slug of his drink and light a cigarette.
"I never thought we’d get a chance to meet. And as an example of my organizational skills I have booked us a table at the Ivy so I very much hope you will consent to be our guests."
I always used to say that that night was the best night of my life - though never in front of my husband who although laid back is not quite horizontal. It was a magical evening, and suffice to say that when my son was born one of the first presents that arrived was postmarked Idaho.
So there you go, sometimes, to use that hoary old chestnut, fact really is stranger than fiction….
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: Suitable for all!
Disclaimer: Written in response to tarnished_raven whose challenge was as follows: We all write fan fiction, so logically-speaking, shouldn't we also write at least one fan fiction in our lifetime?” That bunny called to me so I made this up! But it’s all lies…
Beta: My lovely darknight999 - who I love to pieces!
It all started when the three of us wrote this epic Vig/Bean slash fic. We ended up with around 115 chappies and it took us around 18 months. We decided that we would take a chapter each and work in strict rotation. It seemed a good idea at the time but jeez Louise it was an unwieldy great monster by the time we finished it.
Well then I got engaged, to be married I mean, to a guy I met at a Fanfic Convention -a marriage made in heaven if ever there was one. The Titillation Trio as we called ourselves decided to disband when the fic was finally finished. To celebrate we converged on London to see our gorgeous Beanie baby who was appearing in a new play, written by one of the angry young men who currently inhabited the literary scene. The show called on Sean to moon the audience - clearly we had tickets for the front row.
I want you to picture the scene a moment. Three dizzy, squeeing fan girls sitting in the front row of the theatre just waiting for THAT moment. I admit we had a camera at the ready. There were bouncers at the doors searching people’s bags though why they didn’t bother with us I will never know.
The bare backside scene was in the first half and just as we were contemplating getting our camera out we heard a voice.
"Don’t even think about it ladies."
Not a one of us dared to breathe let alone move, we heard the guy behind lean back in his seat and we tried to concentrate on the play. The curtain came down and the interval began and we all turned round to find that none of us could see anyone who looked like they fitted the menacing voice. We were a lot more subdued as you can imagine. To pass the time we giggled at some of the funnier feedback we’d received on our fic. One of our readers seemed really hung up on the way we portrayed Viggo as the typical disorganized artist.
"Why do you think that poor Viggo is incapable of picking up his own clothes?" or "Why wouldn’t Sean cry as easily as Viggo, actually do you think Viggo is a human watering can? He spends so much time crying, I’m surprised he’s not water logged!"
By the time we got to Chapter 77, we’d got the bugger on board; the comments became gradually less argumentative and more complimentary. In fact we all found ourselves discussing all sorts of stuff with Allfreefolk69.
I never told the girls that when I had a huge argument with my boy I emailed Allfreefolk69 ‘cos I knew it was my fault and I just didn’t need one of my nearest and dearest confirming what I already knew, that I was behaving like a total pillock! Allfreefolk69 had been so kind and constructive with her (or his - I still wasn’t sure which to use) advice and I’d gone to bed that night much happier - wasn’t much I could do in return but I did give her (or him) a six month paid LJ to say thank you, well anonymously of course. Although AFF69 did leave me a very cryptic message and I’m sure she (or he) knew it was me.
So the curtain went up and the play continued - it was brilliant, well we thought it was brilliant and even if we hadn’t enjoyed the show we’d have loved it ‘cos we were celebrating and we loved Sean.
After the curtain came down we rushed to the stage door. We were standing there with hoards of other people and it soon became apparent that even if Sean came out that way we weren’t going to have much of a chance to talk to him.
Well, the next thing, a young woman came out and walked up to us. Speaking very quietly, she asked whether we were The Titillation Trio - gobsmacked would be an understatement - having confirmed that we were she ushered us inside, yep you heard me right, inside the stage door.
Moments later we were standing outside the Number One dressing room.
"Sean, are you decent? Your guests are here" The girl called through the door.
The door opened and standing there looking at us, a huge grin on his face was Viggo.
"Come in ladies" he said, ushering us in. He was the guy who had been sitting behind us.
Sean came out, looking I might say, devastating. Opening a bottle of champagne he offered us a glass.
"So finally we get to meet,” said Sean, winking at me. "The Titillation Trio and Allfreefolk69, together in the one room."
Viggo was obviously struggling not to laugh at us. Our mouths were hanging open and we all seemed to have lost our voices.
"When I heard you talking before the show started I soon worked out you were fan girls, then when you started talking about feedback in the interval I realized who you are. Sean and I have followed your epic from day one and thoroughly enjoyed talking to you all through comments."
He paused to take a slug of his drink and light a cigarette.
"I never thought we’d get a chance to meet. And as an example of my organizational skills I have booked us a table at the Ivy so I very much hope you will consent to be our guests."
I always used to say that that night was the best night of my life - though never in front of my husband who although laid back is not quite horizontal. It was a magical evening, and suffice to say that when my son was born one of the first presents that arrived was postmarked Idaho.
So there you go, sometimes, to use that hoary old chestnut, fact really is stranger than fiction….