Look What You’ve Done!
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
5,488
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter 2 Revised
Title: Look What You’ve Done! 2/?
Type: RPS
Author: Sivan Shemesh < sivan325@walla.co.il >
Beta: Leannan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM, OB/Jim Modar “Two Butter Fingers” (OC)
Warning: Angst, a lot of pain and torture, rape, bdsm, suicide, corruption.
Disclaimer: I only borrowed them for the story. This r har happened in real life.
Timeline: Set after “ROTK”. AU.
Notes: This is my first RPS fic, so be gentle. Inspired by “Amazed By You” by Sarah Eleven, and by “Unrequited?” by Juniper.
Summary: Orlando and Viggo were involved in a car-accident, in which Viggo was nearly killed. Evee ble blames him for what happened. Who will help him?
~
2.
First 24 Hours
At the Police car…
Orlando was numb. Tears fell from his eyes as he cried for what he had done to the one he loved. He sat with his hands behind his back. By now, he did not care what the policemen were going to do with him.
The policeman sitting by his side started beating him all over his body. Orlando bit down his lips trying to avoid screaming in pain.
“Why are you beating him?” asked the policeman that was driving.
“Being a movie star doesn't change that he is just like any other prisoner. He won't get any especial treatment!” said the officer resuming the beating.
“You're right about that, but why are you beating him so hard? You don't hiher her prisoners like that!” the cop said
“He should pay,” said the cop that was beating Orlando.
“Yes, he should, “ the cop said and added, “that's why we send them to jail. To pay for what they did.”
“Yes, I suppose you are right,” said the cop as he stopped beating Orlando.
Orlando didn't care anymore of what was happening around him. Not even the beating. He wished his life to end, it didn't matter if it was by the cop’s hands or his own. There was nothing left for him, he had lost the most important thing in a matter of seconds: His lover, his reason to live.
When the police car reached the Main Jail, Orlando was escorted inside, handcuffed. They took Orlando over the Main Security Jailor.
“Hey Jack. This is Mr. Orlando Bloom. He is under our charge since he murdered Mr. Viggo Mortensen,” said one of the cops in a friendly manner to the other guard.
The guy named Jack eyed Orlando over, and then he said smiling to the other guards: “It's been a while since we had a VIP, huh?” His tone lacing with mockery.
Laughter was heard all over the prison. When the jail administrator approached one of the guards, the laughter died. “VIP you said?” asked the administrator, “Well then, we'll have to show him everything he needs to know… that includes behavior,” his voice menacing. “You know what to do”
One of the guards took Orlando's arms and dragged him towards the cells. Jack, the jailer was following them, and in the background, the administrator's voice was heard: “Oh and Jack…, don't forget about the showers!”
“Ohh we can't leave the showers out…” said Jack grinning. “Change of plans! We are going to take a shower.”
Orlando was unresponsive all the way to the common shower. Jack entered first grinning wickedly.
“We have a VIP here, gentlemen,” said Jack smiling, when he got everybody's attention, he added “He is a new fish called Orlando Bloom, and he's all yours.”
The cop accompanying them released Orlando's handcuffed hands and pushed him into the common shower making Orlando stumble and fell face first on the wet floor.
~
In the Hospital…
“Do you think we did a mistake?” Dom asked and before anyone could answer, a ring broke the silence that invaded the room.
Every person in the room rummaged trough their pockets looking for the source of the noise.
“It is for me,” Ian said stepping out the room.
Ever since they had found out about Viggo's condition, none of his closest friends had leaved his side. Liv even asked a nurse if they could put a TV inside the room.
“You think he's going to survive the night?” Sean A. asked.
“Who?” Ian asked suddenly.
“Viggo,” Sean answered.
“What about Orlando?” Ian asked voicing his concern for his younger friend.
“He is where he’s supposed to be,” Liv interrupted.
“What do you mean?” A rough voice was heard behind her.
“What do you mean?” A rough voice was heard behind her. John Ryhs-Davies had entered the room. “I got your message Hugo,” then he looked at Viggo, his brow frowned with concern “How does Viggo fares?”
“The doctors gave him 48 hours, then we’ll know if he's going to live or die,” Ian said in a loiceoice, almost whispering.
“Where is Orlando?” John asked noticing the absence of the lad for the first time.
“He is in jail, where he is supposed to be,” stated Liv.
“WHAT!?” John replied in shock, his moth hanging open.
“But Viggo…” he stuttered “he's not dead”
“They gave him 48 hours,” Dom explained.
“How… how could you do such a thing?” John asked as he wondered what got in their minds to did such a thing.
“What do you mean?” Liv asked.
“How could you betray YOUR friend and turn him over to the police?” John asked angrily.
The room fell quiet as the occupants realized the damage they had caused to Orlando. When the boy needed them, they all turned their backs at him. The atmosphere was thick with shame.
hat hat happened with “friends stick together”? Can you not see what you have done?” continued John feeling ashamed of his own friends.
Their eyes were glued to the floor as they felt the heavy weight of shame. John stared at them and left the room not looking back.
“Where are you going?” asked Ian
“I'm going to try to release Orlando. He is innocent until proven the contrary,” was heard from the hallway.
The room fell quiet again.
They stayed by Viggo's side, they seemed to be watching TV, but their thoughts were with Orlando, hoping he could be released soon, but in their hearts, they hoped Orlando could forgive them.
Dom watched Viggo's face. His eyes were closed, there were tubes replacing his bodily functions, monitors beeping steadily. In his hand was settled an I.V. that provided fluids to his unresponsive body. Dom hoped to see Viggo’s smile again.
“He doesn't look good,” said Elijah, his gaze falling to the floor unable to look at Viggo's face anymore. In his heart, Elijah hoped they did the right thing.
“He was, before Orlando made him go trough this ordeal,” stated Liv, anger lacing his tone.
“Do you think he will survive the night?” Billy asked.
End of Chapter 2.
R/R
Type: RPS
Author: Sivan Shemesh < sivan325@walla.co.il >
Beta: Leannan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM, OB/Jim Modar “Two Butter Fingers” (OC)
Warning: Angst, a lot of pain and torture, rape, bdsm, suicide, corruption.
Disclaimer: I only borrowed them for the story. This r har happened in real life.
Timeline: Set after “ROTK”. AU.
Notes: This is my first RPS fic, so be gentle. Inspired by “Amazed By You” by Sarah Eleven, and by “Unrequited?” by Juniper.
Summary: Orlando and Viggo were involved in a car-accident, in which Viggo was nearly killed. Evee ble blames him for what happened. Who will help him?
~
2.
First 24 Hours
At the Police car…
Orlando was numb. Tears fell from his eyes as he cried for what he had done to the one he loved. He sat with his hands behind his back. By now, he did not care what the policemen were going to do with him.
The policeman sitting by his side started beating him all over his body. Orlando bit down his lips trying to avoid screaming in pain.
“Why are you beating him?” asked the policeman that was driving.
“Being a movie star doesn't change that he is just like any other prisoner. He won't get any especial treatment!” said the officer resuming the beating.
“You're right about that, but why are you beating him so hard? You don't hiher her prisoners like that!” the cop said
“He should pay,” said the cop that was beating Orlando.
“Yes, he should, “ the cop said and added, “that's why we send them to jail. To pay for what they did.”
“Yes, I suppose you are right,” said the cop as he stopped beating Orlando.
Orlando didn't care anymore of what was happening around him. Not even the beating. He wished his life to end, it didn't matter if it was by the cop’s hands or his own. There was nothing left for him, he had lost the most important thing in a matter of seconds: His lover, his reason to live.
When the police car reached the Main Jail, Orlando was escorted inside, handcuffed. They took Orlando over the Main Security Jailor.
“Hey Jack. This is Mr. Orlando Bloom. He is under our charge since he murdered Mr. Viggo Mortensen,” said one of the cops in a friendly manner to the other guard.
The guy named Jack eyed Orlando over, and then he said smiling to the other guards: “It's been a while since we had a VIP, huh?” His tone lacing with mockery.
Laughter was heard all over the prison. When the jail administrator approached one of the guards, the laughter died. “VIP you said?” asked the administrator, “Well then, we'll have to show him everything he needs to know… that includes behavior,” his voice menacing. “You know what to do”
One of the guards took Orlando's arms and dragged him towards the cells. Jack, the jailer was following them, and in the background, the administrator's voice was heard: “Oh and Jack…, don't forget about the showers!”
“Ohh we can't leave the showers out…” said Jack grinning. “Change of plans! We are going to take a shower.”
Orlando was unresponsive all the way to the common shower. Jack entered first grinning wickedly.
“We have a VIP here, gentlemen,” said Jack smiling, when he got everybody's attention, he added “He is a new fish called Orlando Bloom, and he's all yours.”
The cop accompanying them released Orlando's handcuffed hands and pushed him into the common shower making Orlando stumble and fell face first on the wet floor.
~
In the Hospital…
“Do you think we did a mistake?” Dom asked and before anyone could answer, a ring broke the silence that invaded the room.
Every person in the room rummaged trough their pockets looking for the source of the noise.
“It is for me,” Ian said stepping out the room.
Ever since they had found out about Viggo's condition, none of his closest friends had leaved his side. Liv even asked a nurse if they could put a TV inside the room.
“You think he's going to survive the night?” Sean A. asked.
“Who?” Ian asked suddenly.
“Viggo,” Sean answered.
“What about Orlando?” Ian asked voicing his concern for his younger friend.
“He is where he’s supposed to be,” Liv interrupted.
“What do you mean?” A rough voice was heard behind her.
“What do you mean?” A rough voice was heard behind her. John Ryhs-Davies had entered the room. “I got your message Hugo,” then he looked at Viggo, his brow frowned with concern “How does Viggo fares?”
“The doctors gave him 48 hours, then we’ll know if he's going to live or die,” Ian said in a loiceoice, almost whispering.
“Where is Orlando?” John asked noticing the absence of the lad for the first time.
“He is in jail, where he is supposed to be,” stated Liv.
“WHAT!?” John replied in shock, his moth hanging open.
“But Viggo…” he stuttered “he's not dead”
“They gave him 48 hours,” Dom explained.
“How… how could you do such a thing?” John asked as he wondered what got in their minds to did such a thing.
“What do you mean?” Liv asked.
“How could you betray YOUR friend and turn him over to the police?” John asked angrily.
The room fell quiet as the occupants realized the damage they had caused to Orlando. When the boy needed them, they all turned their backs at him. The atmosphere was thick with shame.
hat hat happened with “friends stick together”? Can you not see what you have done?” continued John feeling ashamed of his own friends.
Their eyes were glued to the floor as they felt the heavy weight of shame. John stared at them and left the room not looking back.
“Where are you going?” asked Ian
“I'm going to try to release Orlando. He is innocent until proven the contrary,” was heard from the hallway.
The room fell quiet again.
They stayed by Viggo's side, they seemed to be watching TV, but their thoughts were with Orlando, hoping he could be released soon, but in their hearts, they hoped Orlando could forgive them.
Dom watched Viggo's face. His eyes were closed, there were tubes replacing his bodily functions, monitors beeping steadily. In his hand was settled an I.V. that provided fluids to his unresponsive body. Dom hoped to see Viggo’s smile again.
“He doesn't look good,” said Elijah, his gaze falling to the floor unable to look at Viggo's face anymore. In his heart, Elijah hoped they did the right thing.
“He was, before Orlando made him go trough this ordeal,” stated Liv, anger lacing his tone.
“Do you think he will survive the night?” Billy asked.
End of Chapter 2.
R/R