Word-prompt Challenge (WPC)

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Choose ANY Word-Prompt out of the list below and write a drabble (short, one
chapter) fan fic based on that Word-Prompt OR choose several Word-Prompts and
write a multiple chapter fan fic with each chapter based on a different
Word-Prompt.

2. You DO NOT have to post your fics in the same order as the Word-Prompt list.
You can post them in any order.

3. Drabble length to be a minimum of 100 words, any rating, any genre. Multiple
chapter fic can be any length, any rating, any genre.

4. Use Orlando as a real person or use any of his movie characters but he must
be a main character.

5. Use the following Subject Line and Header format:

Subject Line: WPC: “Name of Story” Chapter 1/? - “Word-Prompt used” (total
number of WPCs per author/100)

Title and chapter number: (same as in subject line)
Author:
Rating, warnings, and characters: (i.e. NC-17, Slash, violence, rape)
Author Notes:
Send feedback to: (i.e. Group or e-mail address)

6. There is no deadline.


1. Lovemaking
2. Others
3. Island
4. Milk
5. Royalty
6. Hat
7. Bow
8. Hammer
9. Shorts
10. Armor
11. Sleepy
12. Feline
13. Echo
14. Bashful
15. Ice
16. Music
17. Lesson
18. Weather
19. Unexpected
20. Fresh
21. Car
22. Foreigner
23. Green
24. Blue
25. Lost
26. Jimmy
27. Sphere
28. Pen
29. Kilt
30. Mobile
31. Snazzy
32. Dopey
33. Doc
34. Grumpy
35. Dream
36. Mystic
37. Clear
38. Feet
39. Prints
40. Red
41. Fireplace
42. Slam
43. Delicious
44. Ravenous
45. Masquerade
46. Rebel
47. Home
48. Hug
49. Reverie
50. History
51. Donkey
52. Light
53. Flag
54. Fantasy
55. Orchid
56. Animals
57. Rock
58. Latex
59. Illusion
60. Caretaker
61. Bush
62. Spell
63. Moon
64. Happy
65. Complex
66. Cleaner
67. Kiss
68. Shelter
69. Shy
70. Fixer
71. Myth
72. Help
73. Death
74. Stars
75. Kids
76. Relationships
77. Forgiveness
78. Kingdom
79. Friends
80. Breath
81. Restraint
82. Vision
83. Break
84. Run
85. Arrival
86. Messenger
87. Nightfall
88. Spooky
89. Heritage
90. Life
91. Soda
92. Ring
93. Departure
94. Mischief
95. Chew
96. Chocolate
97. Smell
98. Letter
99. Tranquility
100. Wonderful

Word-prompt Challenge (WPC)

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Choose ANY Word-Prompt out of the list below and write a drabble (short, one
chapter) fan fic based on that Word-Prompt OR choose several Word-Prompts and
write a multiple chapter fan fic with each chapter based on a different
Word-Prompt.

2. You DO NOT have to post your fics in the same order as the Word-Prompt list.
You can post them in any order.

3. Drabble length to be a minimum of 100 words, any rating, any genre. Multiple
chapter fic can be any length, any rating, any genre.

4. Use Orlando as a real person or use any of his movie characters but he must
be a main character.

5. Use the following Subject Line and Header format:

Subject Line: WPC: “Name of Story” Chapter 1/? - “Word-Prompt used” (total
number of WPCs per author/100)

Title and chapter number: (same as in subject line)
Author:
Rating, warnings, and characters: (i.e. NC-17, Slash, violence, rape)
Author Notes:
Send feedback to: (i.e. Group or e-mail address)

6. There is no deadline.


1. Lovemaking
2. Others
3. Island
4. Milk
5. Royalty
6. Hat
7. Bow
8. Hammer
9. Shorts
10. Armor
11. Sleepy
12. Feline
13. Echo
14. Bashful
15. Ice
16. Music
17. Lesson
18. Weather
19. Unexpected
20. Fresh
21. Car
22. Foreigner
23. Green
24. Blue
25. Lost
26. Jimmy
27. Sphere
28. Pen
29. Kilt
30. Mobile
31. Snazzy
32. Dopey
33. Doc
34. Grumpy
35. Dream
36. Mystic
37. Clear
38. Feet
39. Prints
40. Red
41. Fireplace
42. Slam
43. Delicious
44. Ravenous
45. Masquerade
46. Rebel
47. Home
48. Hug
49. Reverie
50. History
51. Donkey
52. Light
53. Flag
54. Fantasy
55. Orchid
56. Animals
57. Rock
58. Latex
59. Illusion
60. Caretaker
61. Bush
62. Spell
63. Moon
64. Happy
65. Complex
66. Cleaner
67. Kiss
68. Shelter
69. Shy
70. Fixer
71. Myth
72. Help
73. Death
74. Stars
75. Kids
76. Relationships
77. Forgiveness
78. Kingdom
79. Friends
80. Breath
81. Restraint
82. Vision
83. Break
84. Run
85. Arrival
86. Messenger
87. Nightfall
88. Spooky
89. Heritage
90. Life
91. Soda
92. Ring
93. Departure
94. Mischief
95. Chew
96. Chocolate
97. Smell
98. Letter
99. Tranquility
100. Wonderful

Home Page Pic Search

E-mail me a few of your favorite Orlando pics and I will alternate posting them
on the Home Page. That means a different pic every week or every couple weeks,
depending on my free time and how many pics I receive.

Minxy

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Word-prompt Challenge (WPC)

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Choose ANY Word-Prompt out of the list below and write a drabble (short, one
chapter) fan fic based on that Word-Prompt OR choose several Word-Prompts and
write a multiple chapter fan fic with each chapter based on a different
Word-Prompt.

2. You DO NOT have to post your fics in the same order as the Word-Prompt list.
You can post them in any order.

3. Drabble length to be a minimum of 100 words, any rating, any genre. Multiple
chapter fic can be any length, any rating, any genre.

4. Use Orlando as a real person or use any of his movie characters but he must
be a main character.

5. Use the following Subject Line and Header format:

Subject Line: WPC: “Name of Story” Chapter 1/? - “Word-Prompt used” (total
number of WPCs per author/100)

Title and chapter number: (same as in subject line)
Author:
Rating, warnings, and characters: (i.e. NC-17, Slash, violence, rape)
Author Notes:
Send feedback to: (i.e. Group or e-mail address)

6. There is no deadline.


1. Lovemaking
2. Others
3. Island
4. Milk
5. Royalty
6. Hat
7. Bow
8. Hammer
9. Shorts
10. Armor
11. Sleepy
12. Feline
13. Echo
14. Bashful
15. Ice
16. Music
17. Lesson
18. Weather
19. Unexpected
20. Fresh
21. Car
22. Foreigner
23. Green
24. Blue
25. Lost
26. Jimmy
27. Sphere
28. Pen
29. Kilt
30. Mobile
31. Snazzy
32. Dopey
33. Doc
34. Grumpy
35. Dream
36. Mystic
37. Clear
38. Feet
39. Prints
40. Red
41. Fireplace
42. Slam
43. Delicious
44. Ravenous
45. Masquerade
46. Rebel
47. Home
48. Hug
49. Reverie
50. History
51. Donkey
52. Light
53. Flag
54. Fantasy
55. Orchid
56. Animals
57. Rock
58. Latex
59. Illusion
60. Caretaker
61. Bush
62. Spell
63. Moon
64. Happy
65. Complex
66. Cleaner
67. Kiss
68. Shelter
69. Shy
70. Fixer
71. Myth
72. Help
73. Death
74. Stars
75. Kids
76. Relationships
77. Forgiveness
78. Kingdom
79. Friends
80. Breath
81. Restraint
82. Vision
83. Break
84. Run
85. Arrival
86. Messenger
87. Nightfall
88. Spooky
89. Heritage
90. Life
91. Soda
92. Ring
93. Departure
94. Mischief
95. Chew
96. Chocolate
97. Smell
98. Letter
99. Tranquility
100. Wonderful

Title:  In Full Bloom - Chapter Two (2/?)
Author:  mustlovesugarheart
Type:  M/F, romantic comedy
Pairing:  Orlando Bloom/Madeline Wentworth (OFC).
Rating:  PG-13
Disclaimer:  I don't know (or own) Orlando Bloom or any other celebrities,celebrity family members, or entourage mentioned in this fictional story. I'm not paid for this and this is just for a bit of shared entertainment. Other characters and situations are completely made up, or inspired, and are by no means meant as any sort of disrespect. Coincidences are merely coincidences. Don't sue me. Cheers! 
Summary:  It is Spring 2009 and Orlando is on hiatus after suffering multiple, devastating blows to his career and his personal life. While spending a month meditating in a beautiful, isolated Buddhist monastery in Japan, a wise monk tells him to go back to Canterbury. There he would find what he is missing. In scenic and historic Canterbury he is reunited with childhood neighbor and friend, Madeline Wentworth, now an award-winning children's book author and illustrator, also back from abroad. Happily conspiring family members and the beautiful Kentish countryside throw these two together. Could it be that love is finally about to "bloom" between these two childhood friends? Madeline surely hopes so.
Author's Note:  Sorry for how chapter one came out to look in the emails sent and on the board. I don't know how that happened. I'll try and fix. Fingers crossed for this one to look alright. Comments and reviews would be nice in the future. I know there really isn't much to go by as of now, but I'm really excited for the upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading.
 

CHAPTER TWO

If only Madeline could have kept her cool instead of bursting into tears three years ago when Sonia told her that Orlando planned to marry Kate. She had gotten her hopes up with their first break-up and then it became all too real when Sonia delivered the not-so-good news. But even when she cried in front of his mom and grandmother, they confessed that they always knew about her feelings for him. Almost everyone did, possibly including Orlando.
 
Two years ago when Orlando and Kate broke up for good Madeline finally mustered enough courage to go to him and confess her feelings. She hadn't expected that he had changed a lot thanks to his glamorous career. She had just assumed that Kate's allegations were born out of bitterness because Orlando was the one who ended the relationship. What was supposed to be the beginning of something very beautiful turned out to be a complete and total wreck. Quite literally, actually.
 
On the night of Madeline's arrival Orlando said that he'd take her to dinner. She had been so nervous and excited, only to discover that they would not be dining alone. Orlando's stylist was with him when he picked her up from her hotel.
 
Dinner was abysmal. Madeline had hoped for an intimate dinner that would set the scene for her important confession, but instead it was a business meeting for crying out loud! Orlando even tried persuading Madeline to work with his stylist. Both of them seemed to think that Madeline could use a more sophisticated style "like Kate and Miranda," his stylist even had the audacity to say in front of her.
 
Then there was the car accident that followed afterwards. They were being chased by the paparazzi and in a haze Orlando crashed into a parked Porshe. His stylist, who took the front seat instead of Madeline, suffered a gash to the head. And despite her masked insults towards her earlier that evening and making her take the backseat, Madeline felt sorry for the poor woman. She, on the other hand, in the back seat had semi-fractured her neck. If it had been any worse, she would have died! 
 
And Orlando, oh Orlando, took his stylist's advice to flee the scene initially. Madeline couldn't believe it. When they were younger Orlando was one of her heroes at school warding off the bullies who teased her for being of mixed race and wearing glasses. At that moment she was handicapped in a different country with a woman she didn't even like, and Orlando was abandoning her to save face for his career. He must have thought her tears were only for the pain she felt in her neck. Bollocks! She felt completely and totally betrayed and let down.
 
And what was the icing on this bloody cake was that Miranda came to see them at the emergency room. It would be the first and last time Madeline would meet the bloody supermodel, who was impeccably dressed, even for such a visit. With exaggerated worry marred on her face she had really only come to check on Orlando, who was uninjured…the bloody, betraying bastard.
 
Miranda was kind enough to show some genuine care towards Madeline, but it irked her extremely that Miranda baby-talked to her. What the hell was that about? She was older than the broad! And here Miranda was treating her like a complete child, as if to put Madeline in her place. First Orlando's stylist insulted her by saying that she wasn't sophisticated like Miranda, and now the bloody model, herself, was belittling her. Madeline was more than a little angry.
 
It was salt poured into an open wound when Orlando, upon Miranda's arrival, was more concerned about them being caught together, than Madeline's well-being. He even left her with Miranda to make calls to his agent and publicist over that new situation. Luckily Madeline could feign sleep, which fortunately did come thanks to the painkillers. 
 
She left for England the next day with a neck brace and a severely shattered, betrayed heart. She ceased any contact with Orlando and avoided him like the plague…until now.
 
She really should have seen their mothers' plan coming. Just three days ago Sonia and Nan came to visit her at the cottage imploring her to open her heart to Orlando again. They were very worried that he might lose himself to something dark like drink or drugs, or even worse, death.
 
"Please, Maddy," his mom pleaded to her, "Please be his friend. He needs someone who knew him before all this to remind him how to be again."
 
Madeline really couldn't believe the turn of events. Just when she had cried her last tear for him and removed him from her heart, his mother and grandmother were at her doorstep asking her reopen those wounds to let him in.
 
"What about Jason?" she asked. "They're still best friends."
 
Sonia and Nan gave her one of those looks.
 
Madeline let out a heavy sigh which matched her heavy heart.
 
"Alright," she relented. "I'll try."
 
That was only three days ago and now here Madeline was alone with Orlando in his mum's kitchen...doing dishes. He washed. She dried and put them away.
 
So they wanted him to stay with her, did they. Well they surely weren't beating around the bush or wasting any time.
 
There was an outburst of laughter from outside where the elders were still sipping their evening glass of wine and chatting.
 
"Just like old times," Orlando commented as he looked out the window to watch them.
 
"Yeah," Madeline said after putting away the last dish and putting her pride on the line.

She worried her lower lip and tried to calm her thundering heart. This was a pretty big deal, you know. It took her two, excruciating years for her to finally get over the man she's loved almost all of her twenty-nine years. Now she was going to abide their parents' wishes and help an old love piece himself back together. AND, this was to be done in her own private sanctuary. It was more than a risk. It was practically suicide for her newly refortified heart. But this was Orli. Madeline would never forgive herself if something bad happened to him, if she could have prevented it. Stupid, bleeding heart!

"You know, Orli," she finally mustered enough courage to begin.
 
Orlando wiped his hands on the dish towel and looked at her. It was then that Madeline finally got to see the tell-tale signs of a broken man in the making. Under his eyes were dark circles. His skin looked a little sallow and he looked a little thinner than he had been before. But it was his eyes that told her that he was truly lost and hurting. She couldn't deny them. They bore down to her heart and went a-knocking.
 
"It might not be that bad of an idea for you to come and stay with me," she suggested.

He only tilted his head to consider her.
 
"The cottage is perfect for seeking a moment's peace. The grounds are very nice too. Very relaxing and scenic. It's all open fields and trees there," she began her persuasive speech.
 
"There's private access to a small river nearby. You could go fishing, or rafting, or swim in private even," she started to sound like a bleeding travel agent.
 
"The Millers have a pool, too, that you could use, if you want. They're really nice about things like that. They're really lovely people," she continued.
 
Orlando just looked indifferent to her persuasive speech.
 
Madeline continued still, "I also have an adjacent shed that I've converted into an art studio. You could do some painting or even have my dad lend you a sculpting kit."

"I will admit that the cottage is a little snug, but it definitely has its charm. Although, I only have a tiny guest room. The boys usually use it when I steal them from Jack and Susan. There's a toilet next to it," Madeline described.
 
Was Orlando even listening to a word she was saying? His face was just so stoic.

"There's also only one bathroom on the top floor next to my room, but that shouldn't really be a big deal, right? We can set up a bathing schedule. Unless you're too posh for the likes of country folk these days," she joked but it was like she was having a conversation with herself. She felt so awkward.
 
"And it's likely that you won't see much of me anyway, if that's what you want. I spend a lot of time with the Millers since they don't have much company other than their caregivers and the help around the house," she added.
 
Still nothing. Madeline rolled her eyes at his nonchalance and mumbled something unflattering about him under her breath. Well, Aunt Sonia and Nan couldn't blame her for not trying. Orlando was being difficult.
 
Just when she put down her very twisted dish towel and made a move to leave him to his antics, he trapped her with an arm on each side of her leaning against the counter. Madeline's heartbeat quickened and her breathing slowed.
 
He leaned very close to her face and whispered into her ear intimately, "And how do I know that you won't accost my person while I'm there?"
 
Despite his slightly haggard looks Madeline spotted a very familiar, devilish twinkle in his eye. The little bleeder was playing her for a lovefool...again! Oh, he used to do this too her ALL THE TIME when they were younger. It was part of the reason that she always clung onto the belief that he felt something for her too. She always did blame his flirtatious teasing for her lovesick condition. The asshole!
 
"Oi! Get off!" Madeline shrieked and shoved him away from her.
 
Orlando just laughed at her, which resulted in Madeline hitting his arm repeatedly. Well, perhaps slapping was a better word for it. 
 
He was only pretending to be uninterested and lifeless to see her uncomfortable. Pushing her over the edge with his Cassanova charade was icing on the cake. He always loved messing with her.
 
Orlando grabbed her discarded, wet dish towel and started swatting her bum with it.
 
The elders turned to see what the commotion was about and laughed.
 
There was a big smack followed by Madeline's shriek, "Ow, Orli! That  really hurt, you wanker!"
 
At seeing Madeline boxing her son's ear and him laughing heartily while he counter-attacked, Sonia whispered to her friend, "It's already working."
 
Jacqueline smiled and put an arm around her seated friend. They toasted their wine glasses with a resounding ching.
 
"And what would your boyfriend think about this?" Orlando asked Madeline, whom he had successfully manuvered into a headlock.
 
"Jesse, wasn't it?" he asked.
 
"Oof!" Madeline heaved and released herself from his hold.
 
Smoothing back her hair and rearranging her clothing Madeline huffed and said, "Jesse and I have been broken up for years Orlando."
 
"So some new guy then?" Orlando inquired as he straightened up his appearance as well.
 
Madeline glared at him. He could be so dim at times.
 
"No," Madeline curtly replied.
 
With a devilish grin Orlando asked, "A girl then?"
 
Madeline pinched his arm rather hard.
 
"Ouch!" Orlando winced but chuckled. "I think you might have broken skin."
 
He examined his arm.
 
"You tease too much, Orlando," Madeline said taking his arm, none too gently, to see if she had indeed caused him to bleed, which she hadn't.
 
"When it come to you, Maddy-love, it's what I live for," Orlando said and quickly planted a kiss upon her cheek.
 
What he had not expected was that she would reflexively slap him across the face in turn.
 
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Madeline apologized.
 
What the bloody hell happened? It must have been her body in overdrive. Her system was malfunctioning after softening towards Orlando after years of teaching herself to loathe him instead of love him.
 
Orlando rubbed his cheek gingerly for it really stung.
 
"That's alright," he said.
 
There was an awkward silence and Madeline cringed on the inside. She really blew it now. There was a lovely red mark forming on Orlando's pretty face.
 
"Well, I guess that settles it then," Orlando said gloomily.
 
Madeline finally looked at him with remorse in her eyes.
 
With a heavy sigh Orlando added, "My virtue will be safe while I'm staying at the cottage with you."
 
He grinned at Madeline and she let out a sigh of relief.
 
"Virtue my ass," she replied cheekily.
 
They announced that Orlando was going to stay with Madeline to their family, who all but shoved them out the front door.
 
"You should go before it gets dark," said a very enthusiastic Jacqueline.
 
"The drive at dusk is really beautiful, isn't it mum?" Sonia asked her mother who nodded.
 
Madeline's father gave her a look that confused her. He looked a little reluctant and maybe a tad disapproving to the idea of Orlando staying with her. She knew her father loved Orlando and Samantha like family, so it was intriguing to see his reaction.
 
He kissed her cheek and said, "Take great care, sweet." There was an emphasis on the word 'great' concerning the word 'care'. Madeline was completely confused now by his coded message. Take great care of herself or Orli?
 
Mason shook Orlando's hand with a stern look. "Be good to her," was all he said to the young man and then smiled. Weird, Orlando thought.
 
Upon arriving to their cars Madeline 'tsked-tsked' him. She looked at his Audi and then to her Prius. "I'm surprised at you, Orlando," she said.
 
Orlando was about to make his case but she promptly said, "Keep up."
 
The drive to Miller Estate was a scenic, and somewhat long drive. They passed the busy and bustling streets of Canterbury and drove through open countryside. They then drove through and around a quaint, idealistic English country village and continued down a one road path lined with trees. The sun was starting to lower in the sky and the golden light filtered past the trees' leaves into his car. The village became smaller and smaller as they drove on. Its dark silhouette was outlined with the setting sun's golden light. His mum and grandmother were right. It was really beautiful to see.
 
Madeline's white Prius started to slow and Orlando became aware of an ancient, gray stone wall with a black iron gate ahead. She slowly stopped and Orlando heard his cell phone ring. He didn't recognize the number but answered anyway.
 
It was Madeline. So his assumptions were right two years ago. She had changed her changed her numbers. She really must have hated his guts then, which confused him to why she was being friendly to him now. She probably pitied him, and Orlando hated that very much.
 
Madeline informed him that she called the Millers and they were excited about his arrival. They wanted to meet him tonight but she said that tomorrow would be best. Smart girl, Orlando thought. She gave him the access code just in case the gate closed behind her. She warned him not to forget the code because she wasn't going to tell him twice. She laughed and then hung up.
 
Madeline sped ahead of him when the gate opened and Orlando quickly followed her into the compound not needing to punch in the code, which he did forget. They turned left onto a different path and drove along the outline of some trees. Her car slowly turned right and Orlando followed suit.
 
It was then that he saw the pretty, little cottage that Madeline called home. He actually chuckled when he saw the painted exterior of the Cotswold style cottage. It definitely looked like 'home away from home' to him but only in minature.
 
They parked along some trees and got out of their cars.

"Lovely," Madeline said quite proudly looking at her cottage, "Isn't she?"
 
"She?" Orlando asked giving her one of animated looks.
 
"Of course it's a she? I mean look at it. It couldn't very well be a he," she reasoned.
 
She crossed her arms above her chest and made a face back at him.
 
Orlando scoffed then asked, "And what is her name?"
 
"Never really thought of one, actually," she admitted then looked back her home.
 
Orlando folded his arms across his chest and studied her home with her.
 
"How about Pearl?" he suggested. "Like the Black Pearl."
 
"I probably should tell you that you're daft and that is a ridiculous name," Madeline said shortly after.
 
Her head tilted a little to the side and she pondered. Meanwhile Orlando popped the trunk to his car to star getting his luggage.
 
"I think it's very fitting actually," she then said, "How very creative, Orli. Did you just make it up?"
 
Handing her one of his bags, a rather large one just to irk her, he answered, "Actually it's what I named my house in LA, which looks exactly like this but probably twenty times larger."
 
Putting his suitcase on the ground and placing a hand on her hip Madeline replied, "I'll have you know that this cottage has been here for two hundred years. What can you say about that? And to top things off, it's been this color for almost as long. You, plagiarizer!"
 
"Plagiarizer?" Orlando scoffed and started heading towards her front door.
 
"Merely a coincidence after my mum told me about your new cottage, that's all," he replied and then gave her a devilish grin.
 
Madeline scrunched her nose at him and followed him through her front garden gate towards her front door.
 
"It does bring out the surrounding nature, though. That's what Mum said," Orlando added, "but that doesn't mean I copied you."
 
He stood at her step and Madeline parked the suitcase she had been rolling in front of her. She stared at him, or so he thought, and then laughed.
 
"What?" Orlando asked.
 
His hand immediately went to the zipper of his jeans which made Madeline laugh harder.
 
"Mother of Pearl," she laughed.
 
"What?" Orlando asked this ridiculous female.
 
"Your house in LA. It's the Mother of Pearl," she chuckled to herself and brushed passed him to unlock her door.
 
Orlando shook his head and grinned wildly. She was such a nutter. So she decided her cottage would be called Pearl, after the Black Pearl, which was the color of both of their homes. By Mother of Pearl she was referring to his LA home and another color, which was what his home had been previously, sort of. Orlando just chuckled and followed her inside.
 
"Well," she said quite proudly again, this time with wide arms open to show off the expanse (or lack of it) inside, "Welcome to my humble home, officially."
 
Orlando took a quick look around past her. It was humble, but cozy and charming would be better words to describe it. It was full of English and Maddy quirky charm and comfort.
 
"Leave that there," she instructed and took his hand, which sent a surprising jolt through Orlando.
 
He had the funniest, private thought of feeling like he was jolted back to life by her touch. He didn't have time to ponder it though because Madeline was on a roll.
 
Taking a few paces to his left Madeline dropped his hand, which he mentally noted the difference, and said, "This is the living room. There are a bunch of books in here. Cds and cd player is located over there. That's also an I-pod stereo."
 
Orlando followed her hand's direction. She then pointed over to the TV and where extra blankets could be found underneath.
 
It was pretty inviting Orlando thought. Natural lighting came in through two windows. There was a large one that looked out into the front garden and then another on the opposite wall. The room had lots of seating with a sofa, a bench, two arm chairs, and even one of those tufted coffee tables that were also used for sitting. The focal point of the room was the fireplace. Orlando imagined many family gatherings here and felt a little down for not having been there for them.
 
She took a few steps to the right and showed him her kitchen.
 
"The kitchen. Quite self-explanatory. And small. I'm sure you'll figure out where everything's at quickly," she said with a smile.
 
Orlando only got a brief look at her small kitchen was really small compared to his in LA, but it had a certain special feeling about it. He couldn't put his finger on what because Madeline was already jogging up her little, country stairs.
 
"And now let me show you my room," she said quite excitedly.
 
Orlando raised an eyebrow at her.
 
"Pshah, Orli! I'm not trying to get into your knickers" she exasperated.

Orlando shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Just checking."

Madeline scoffed and continued, "It's the only part of the house that has been completely remodeled. And the bathroom is up there as well."
 
There were three steps up to the landing and five more up to the next floor.

Madeline excitedly opened the the wooden, cottage door and announced,"My room."

The room was completely different from the decor that was downstairs. It was also the size of Orlando's master bedroom closet back in LA. The room was completely different from what Orlando might have imagined from Madeline as well. He expected something modern, bold-colored, and possibly something of Scandanavian design. Instead her room was very feminine and romantic. He recognized the Baroque style. There were chandeliers and Louis XIV chairs. The room was a light cream color with soft yellow hues. It looked like a minature version of a suite at the Ritz in Paris. It had a calm, luxurious, and sensual feel to it, things that Orlando hardly associated Madeline with.
 
He marveled at his paradox of a friend. Sure she may look like an urban, tomboyish geek on the exterior, but like inside her treasured home she was still a fairytale loving, romantic, girly-girl. His mum once said something to his grandmother when he was a lot younger about Maddy hiding her girlish ways to be more like her older brothers. Sonia said that Madeline feared that they would adore her less, if they saw her as a girly-girl. It made sense now. She was certainly as fun, entertaining, and adventurous as her older brothers, but deep downn inside she still was a romantic. That surprised Orlando.
 
"I stayed at the Ritz once a year ago and fell in love with the decor. I didn't stay in the very expensive and lavish suites but I did get to see them. The Elton John suite was by far my favorite," Madeline said.
 
Orlando nodded his head. So she had been to the Ritz too. He wondered with whom.
 
"The bathroom is over here," she directed him towards a frosted glass door and opened it.
 
It was small but for the girly-girl that Madeline was proving to be, it was perfect. Everything was white and dainty. She even had a pink robe that hung at the door. There was a white clubfoot bath and a retro white sink. There was natural lighting coming in through a window by the tub, which had a vase of fresh cut flowers on its sill, and a small window on the opposite of the door. It looked very retro and girly, but highly functional of course.
 
"Bath and shower in one," she informed and then opened a closet. "Clean towels and such are in here. Soap. Shampoo. Hair Dryer. Whatever you need."

She pointed to a box of tampons, "Tampons, perhaps?" and laughed at her own joke.

Orlando grinned. He was getting the warm, fuzzy feeling inside. It felt rather nice, actually. Refreshing and new.  Orlando didn't have much time to ponder that either because Madeline suddenly announced, "Now for your room."

They walked a short distance down the stairs, past the kitchen, and through a very, very small hallway.

To his left they stopped and Orlando could tell that it was Madeline's small library. One wall was covered top to bottom with shelves of books, excluding the one space for a door.

"The library," she said, "Feel free to read whatever. I sometimes work in here, if not in the art studio or at the Miller's. They encourage me to work there, actually."

"That door over there," she pointed to the door that shared the wall with shelves of books, "leads to the back garden."

Madeline reached for one door but hesitated. Instead she directed Orlando to another door and opened.

"The lower level and guest room toilet," she said.

Her excitement wavered at this point Orlando noticed. She stepped aside and let him look in it. It was small indeed but clean and practical. There was a regular, white toilet, of course, a small white sink, and a big, golden, baroque style mirror above it. There was a very tiny corner unit that contained hand towels, soaps, and other small toiletries.

"I know it's not quite big, but it works and it's clean," she explained quite solemnly.

With a deep breath she placed her hand on the other door's knob and twisted.

Before she pushed the door open she warned, "I know this might come as a bit of a shock for you, being that you're used to much larger residences as you informed me before we came inside."

She hesitated and went on, "I must tell you again that it's very small. My nephews usually bunk up in here, or Jason, or whomever comes through."

Orlando waited impatiently as she stalled. He was beginning to wonder what was behind the door other than a small room. She made it seem like it was the door to the great abyss.

With a sigh she pushed the door open and stepped aside so that he could walk in.

"I'll understand if you decide not to stay after seeing this," she admitted.

Orlando walked into the room, which took but two steps. She did not lie. It WAS tiny. The bed took up most of it but it was a large enough bed for him. By her drasttic detailing he was expecting that he'd be sleeping in a twin sized bed, or bunk beds, or even a foldaway cot. But no, the bed looked to be queen sized, just like the one upstairs.

The room was decorated in a neutral colors that gave a clean yet serene affect. There was an adequate window next to the bed, literally, that looked out to a nice bit of garden. At the foot of the bed, literally, on built-in shelving was a display of sailboats. Funnily enough Orlando recognized them from his youth. He, Madeline, and their siblings used to play with them at the River Stour.

Turning around Orlando found that the walls contained pictures of family and friends and a couple of watercolors and artwork by Madeline's nephews he presumed. One of them showed a woman in pants with black hair holding the hands of two, little boys with brown hair on each side of her. Orlando grinned and resumed looking at the photographs on the wall.

He spotted himself in one of them along with Samantha, Madeline and her siblings. He must have been in his early teens then. It was very surreal looking at it and then looking over to Madeline who leaned upon the door frame. Here she was at age twenty-nine but in the picture she must have been at least ten.

She looked at the picture that he had been looking at. "That's one of my favorite pictures," she said.

Olrando looked at it with her and replied, "Brighton."

Madeline nodded.

"I remember this day," Orlando said thinking back on it and smiling at the memory.

Madeline grinned at him and replied, "You should."

Orlando sat upon the bed a regarded Madeline.

"It's a very fitting room," he said.

Madeline, being Madeline, haughtily retorted, "Are you punning me?"

Orlando just shook his head. Madeline had some sense of humor. First with 'Mother of Pearl', and now the switcheroo of the words 'pun' and 'fun'.

"Pathetic," he commented at her lame, but amusing joke.

"I'd rather call it witty," she said with a wide grin.

She yanked him up by his hand and said, "C'mon, mate. You still haven't seen the best part."

Orlando felt that spark again.

They walked back into her tiny library and through the back door. Her back garden was very inviting and Orlando could tell that a lot of visitors came through just by the size of the table outside. It was practically as long as the house, okay, maybe not really. Orlando imagined happy moments and delicious meals shared between his family and Madeline's family gathered around it, but never him. The thought troubled him.

They approached an even smaller version of Madeline's cottage. 'Baby of Pearl' Orlando thought to himself, but it wasn't nearly as clever as Madeline's joke. With a big smile Madeline opened the door and walked inside.

It may have been small but there was a certain energy vibrating through it. Creative energy Orlando recognized. There was just so much to imagine and create inside this tiny converted shed.

"This is my indoor playground, I guess you could say," Madeline said proudly.

"I don't usually work in here because I fear setting off the vibe," she added.

She then started pointing to different drawers and cupboards saying that this contained oil paints and brushes, and that was where he could find the solutions needed for developing photos. She said that he could sculpt in this corner and that an Ipod stereo was on the work bench next to the door. As she was talking Orlando's mind was full of possiblilty and excitement. He felt liberated also.

Noticing this Madeline went behind the door and took an apron from the hook on it. She handed it to Orli.

"Have fun," she said with a smile for encouragement.

Orlando looked at her with wonder and reverence.

"Thank you, Maddy," he said sincerely, "for bringing me here."

She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him.

Orlando grinned and said, "I'd kiss your cheek but I'm afraid that I'd be assaulted."

Madeline chuckled and shook her head. The next thing Orlando knew was that he was suddenly wrapped in her warm embrace, and that it felt very good and right. He inhaled her warm, flowery scent and melted into the softness of her body. She felt so real unlike the shadow he carried of her in his memory these last two years. He felt different being next to her. A good different. Warm, refreshing, and clear.

Madeline stoked his back affectionately, the feel of which tingled everywhere for him, and replied, "I'm very glad you are here, Orli."

And she really meant it. Stupid, bloody heart!

Title:  In Full Bloom - Chapter One (1/?)

Author:  mustlovesugarheart

Type:  M/F, romantic comedy

Pairing:  Orlando Bloom/Madeline Wentworth (OFC).

Rating:  PG-13

Disclaimer:  I don't know (or own) Orlando Bloom or any other celebrities,celebrity family members, or entourage mentioned in this fictional story. I'm not paid for this and this is just for a bit of shared entertainment. Other characters and situations are completely made up, or inspired, and are by no means meant as any sort of disrespect. Coincidences are merely coincidences. Don't sue me. Cheers! 

Summary:  It is Spring 2009 and Orlando is on hiatus after suffering multiple, devastating blows to his career and his personal life. While spending a month meditating in a beautiful, isolated Buddhist monastery in Japan, a wise monk tells him to go back to Canterbury. There he would find what he is missing. In scenic and historic Canterbury he is reunited with childhood neighbor and friend, Madeline Wentworth, now an award-winning children's book author and illustrator, also back from abroad. Happily conspiring family members and the beautiful Kentish countryside throw these two together. Could it be that love is finally about to "bloom" between these two childhood friends? Madeline surely hopes so.

Author's Note:  For the Prologue Please refer to Message #5187. FOR VISUAL REFERENCES for Madeline Wentworth and places, i.e. the cottage, described in the story, please visit my livejournal at: http://sweetsugarheart.livejournal.com which was made especially for this Orlando Bloom Fan Fiction community as a visual companion. My livejournal will be updated with new pictures as the chapters progress. Happy reading!

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Dearest fellow OBFF members,

I hope you are all well. Fall is lovely, isn't it?

As previously stated, I began writing a story last year titled "The Late Bloomer" under two different screennames, sweetsugarheart and mustlove fairycakes. Now you know the basis of my newest and permanent screenname, mustlovesugarheart. 

Anyway, I thought about continuing the story but couldn't. Although, I was inspired to write "In Full Bloom". It's actually a combination of ideas I had for Orlando Bloom fan fics dating back to 2004 and "The Late Bloomer. It's also an homage to a brilliant fan fic I read on the now closed "Man In The Mirror" Orlando Bloom fan fic website. It was called "Dreams" written by superherogirl. I've made my OFC a Filipino-English mixed Brit in honor of that story's OFC, Hero Guevarra. (You can read the story at the author's website: http://musingsinstarlight.yuku.com/)

"In Full Bloom" sort of falls into the same category as Idea #4  for the first Member Fan Fic Challenge, so I've decided to submit it as such. I hope you like it. 

Cheers and stay warm,

Saffron (a pen name, obviously)

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RATING: ...ranging between PG13-R, primarily, and then NC-17 eventually, although not too frequently

TYPE or WARNINGS: ... Romance/Comedy

ORLANDO: ... as himself

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: ...OFC/Madeliene Wentworth (and a few made-up, supporting characters)

DISCLAIMER:...I don't know (or own) Orlando Bloom or any other celebrities,celebrity family members, or entourage mentioned in this fictional story. I'm not paid for this and this is just for a bit of shared entertainment. Other characters and situations are completely made up, or inspired, and are by no means meant as any sort of disrespect. Coincidences are merely coincidences. Don't sue me. Cheers! 

SUMMARY:...It is Spring 2009 and Orlando is on hiatus after suffering multiple, devastating blows to his career and his personal life. While spending a month meditating in a beautiful, isolated Buddhist monastery in Japan, a wise monk tells him to go back to Canterbury. There he would find what he is missing. In scenic and historic Canterbury he is reunited with childhood neighbor and friend, Madeline Wentworth, now an award-winning children's book author and illustrator, also back from abroad. Happily conspiring family members and the beautiful Kentish countryside throw these two together. Could it be that love is finally about to "bloom" between these two childhood friends? Madeline surely hopes so.

PROLOGUE

He could cry. Or perhaps he should cry. What with Sidi gone after being hit by a car, and Miranda gone after realizing that Orlando wanted to settle down faster than she did, it was easily understandable that Orlando would finally succumb to the horrible reviews and critiques on his latest acting endeavors. Was his career, his long-time dream, also gone? Or maybe it just served its time...like Sidi. Like Miranda.

Orlando sighed. Miranda had been so ideal. She was beautiful, adventurous, caring and even Buddhist, like himself. He should also mention that she was really good in bed as well. Their careers were well matched. She'd accompany him on film sets because her job wasn't too demanding upon her time, and he'd follow her to her modelling gigs around the world too. She just seemed so right for him and his lifestyle. They just "got" eachother, or so Orlando thought.

Orlando sighed again. His beloved dog was gone. His girlfriend, the woman he thought he'd marry and have a family with, was gone. His career was possibly going too with these new batch of handsome boys coming into the business.

He wasn't sure if he felt angry or sad by it all. He did feel a tad empty...and confused...and his left foot did tingle most excruciatingly after sitting in this meditation pose for three hours chanting with the rest of the Buddhist pilgrims and congregation.

He then diverted his attention from the agonizing tingle and instead focused on the beautiful scenery around him. Mount Fuji was beautifully capped in snow in the distance, which contrasted the new Spring life coming to be in late March. His chanting slowly ceased as he wistfully diverted his attention to the nature surrounding him. He listened to the soft gurgle of the stream and the cheerful twitter of birds somewhere nearby. His eyes followed the floating petals of cherry blossoms from the trees. A pair of butterflies playfully flitted by and...

Then Orlando realized that he was alone sitting in the wooden, zen room. How long had he been lost in his reverie? Only one, elderly monk remained with him. He was one of the most revered monks in the monastery, considered a man of great mystery and of few words. But, when the monk did speak his words were always very wise and even prophetical, at times. This is what Orlando had been hoping and waiting for.

"Come," the monk said.

The old man pushed up on one knee and Orlando quickly went to assist him, forgetting that his foot had fallen asleep. 'Pins and needles, Pins and needles', he thought to himself and winced.

The monk chuckled and stamped his foot.

"Me too," he said.

Quietly the monk walked towards the gardens and Orlando followed him in attentive silence.

The monk took Orlando under one of the cherry trees and searched for something. Upon finding what he was looking for he pointed to an unopened cherry blossom bud with his wooden cane.

"This is you," he said in his deep, stern, thickly accented voice.

Orlando looked harder at the unopened blossom and hoped to gain deeper meaning.

The monk looked at Orli and said, as-matter-of-factly, "You are missing something."

Orlando looked at the monk in wonder.

The old man looked Orlando dead in the eye and said, "You must go back to the beginning."

He allowed a silent pause to help stress upon his point.

"Go back to the start," he continued but Orlando was still bewildered. It was like trying to understand Yoda.

The monk sighed and shook his head making Orlando feel like an imbecile.

"Go back to you childhood home," the monk finally revealed with a chuckle.

Although still confused, Orlando chuckled too and nodded.

Patting Orlando's hand the monk said, "There you will find what you are looking for."

The monk then reached up and placed a hand on Orlando's head. Orlando bowed and closed his eyes as the monk chanted a prayer over him.

"Arigato," Orlando thanked the monk.

The monk nodded and then swiftly caught an intact cherry blossom that had been floating in the sudden breeze. Orlando was astonished by the man's quick reflexes, for his age, and even more shocked when the monk handed him the caught blossom.

"Go there now," the monk said, "And like this blossom you, too, will bloom."

With that the monk walked away humming to himself. Orlando stared at him disbelievingly. For the first time in months he wanted to genuinely laugh. 'Like this blossom you, too, will bloom'. It was too comical, with the heavily accented switcheroo of the monks "r"s and "l"s along with the fact that Orlando's last name was, indeed, Bloom. Or Broom, to the monk. But not wanting to show disrespect, Orlando grinned happily. It was a blessing and a sign, probably the most blatant sign ever given to man. It was a big and bold arrow telling him to "GO HERE".

So now he was meant to go back to Canterbury, Kent, the home of his youth, but Orlando was still unsure about what it was that he was missing. He hoped that he'd find out what when he got there. He twirled the blossom between his thumb and index finger. It had been a while since he had been back. The thought of returning filled him with an unexpected sense of warmth and hope. With his mind made up he gently tossed the blossom into the koi pond along with the other floating petals.

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Hi! Hope this sparks your interest. First chapter will be posted by Saturday with the next soon to follow. I'm on a roll currently. Cheers!

Word-prompt Challenge (WPC)

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Choose ANY Word-Prompt out of the list below and write a drabble (short, one
chapter) fan fic based on that Word-Prompt OR choose several Word-Prompts and
write a multiple chapter fan fic with each chapter based on a different
Word-Prompt.

2. You DO NOT have to post your fics in the same order as the Word-Prompt list.
You can post them in any order.

3. Drabble length to be a minimum of 100 words, any rating, any genre. Multiple
chapter fic can be any length, any rating, any genre.

4. Use Orlando as a real person or use any of his movie characters but he must
be a main character.

5. Use the following Subject Line and Header format:

Subject Line: WPC: “Name of Story” Chapter 1/? - “Word-Prompt used” (total
number of WPCs per author/100)

Title and chapter number: (same as in subject line)
Author:
Rating, warnings, and characters: (i.e. NC-17, Slash, violence, rape)
Author Notes:
Send feedback to: (i.e. Group or e-mail address)

6. There is no deadline.


1. Lovemaking
2. Others
3. Island
4. Milk
5. Royalty
6. Hat
7. Bow
8. Hammer
9. Shorts
10. Armor
11. Sleepy
12. Feline
13. Echo
14. Bashful
15. Ice
16. Music
17. Lesson
18. Weather
19. Unexpected
20. Fresh
21. Car
22. Foreigner
23. Green
24. Blue
25. Lost
26. Jimmy
27. Sphere
28. Pen
29. Kilt
30. Mobile
31. Snazzy
32. Dopey
33. Doc
34. Grumpy
35. Dream
36. Mystic
37. Clear
38. Feet
39. Prints
40. Red
41. Fireplace
42. Slam
43. Delicious
44. Ravenous
45. Masquerade
46. Rebel
47. Home
48. Hug
49. Reverie
50. History
51. Donkey
52. Light
53. Flag
54. Fantasy
55. Orchid
56. Animals
57. Rock
58. Latex
59. Illusion
60. Caretaker
61. Bush
62. Spell
63. Moon
64. Happy
65. Complex
66. Cleaner
67. Kiss
68. Shelter
69. Shy
70. Fixer
71. Myth
72. Help
73. Death
74. Stars
75. Kids
76. Relationships
77. Forgiveness
78. Kingdom
79. Friends
80. Breath
81. Restraint
82. Vision
83. Break
84. Run
85. Arrival
86. Messenger
87. Nightfall
88. Spooky
89. Heritage
90. Life
91. Soda
92. Ring
93. Departure
94. Mischief
95. Chew
96. Chocolate
97. Smell
98. Letter
99. Tranquility
100. Wonderful

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Home Page Pic Search

E-mail me a few of your favorite Orlando pics and I will alternate posting them
on the Home Page. That means a different pic every week or every couple weeks,
depending on my free time and how many pics I receive.

Minxy

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Description :

Word-prompt Challenge (WPC)

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Choose ANY Word-Prompt out of the list below and write a drabble (short, one
chapter) fan fic based on that Word-Prompt OR choose several Word-Prompts and
write a multiple chapter fan fic with each chapter based on a different
Word-Prompt.

2. You DO NOT have to post your fics in the same order as the Word-Prompt list.
You can post them in any order.

3. Drabble length to be a minimum of 100 words, any rating, any genre. Multiple
chapter fic can be any length, any rating, any genre.

4. Use Orlando as a real person or use any of his movie characters but he must
be a main character.

5. Use the following Subject Line and Header format:

Subject Line: WPC: “Name of Story” Chapter 1/? - “Word-Prompt used” (total
number of WPCs per author/100)

Title and chapter number: (same as in subject line)
Author:
Rating, warnings, and characters: (i.e. NC-17, Slash, violence, rape)
Author Notes:
Send feedback to: (i.e. Group or e-mail address)

6. There is no deadline.


1. Lovemaking
2. Others
3. Island
4. Milk
5. Royalty
6. Hat
7. Bow
8. Hammer
9. Shorts
10. Armor
11. Sleepy
12. Feline
13. Echo
14. Bashful
15. Ice
16. Music
17. Lesson
18. Weather
19. Unexpected
20. Fresh
21. Car
22. Foreigner
23. Green
24. Blue
25. Lost
26. Jimmy
27. Sphere
28. Pen
29. Kilt
30. Mobile
31. Snazzy
32. Dopey
33. Doc
34. Grumpy
35. Dream
36. Mystic
37. Clear
38. Feet
39. Prints
40. Red
41. Fireplace
42. Slam
43. Delicious
44. Ravenous
45. Masquerade
46. Rebel
47. Home
48. Hug
49. Reverie
50. History
51. Donkey
52. Light
53. Flag
54. Fantasy
55. Orchid
56. Animals
57. Rock
58. Latex
59. Illusion
60. Caretaker
61. Bush
62. Spell
63. Moon
64. Happy
65. Complex
66. Cleaner
67. Kiss
68. Shelter
69. Shy
70. Fixer
71. Myth
72. Help
73. Death
74. Stars
75. Kids
76. Relationships
77. Forgiveness
78. Kingdom
79. Friends
80. Breath
81. Restraint
82. Vision
83. Break
84. Run
85. Arrival
86. Messenger
87. Nightfall
88. Spooky
89. Heritage
90. Life
91. Soda
92. Ring
93. Departure
94. Mischief
95. Chew
96. Chocolate
97. Smell
98. Letter
99. Tranquility
100. Wonderful