#staged rpf

[aziraphallapatorius]

ladies and gentlemen, michael sheen, casually strolling, talking about david tennant's svelte appearance. a new gifset from me :) .

[ingravinoveritas]

Okay, so...now that I've learned how the "poll" feature works, I'd love to get some more input from my fantastic followers. I currently have a bunch of WIPs/post ideas waiting to be written, so I want to know what it is you lovely people would like to read the most...

What should I write next?

Fic: Michael and David the night David went on TV and flashed his underwear.

Fic: Michael and David right after the last scene in the last ep of Staged 3.

Post: My review/analysis of Staged 3.

Fic: Michael and David filming a kiss between Aziraphale and Crowley for GO 2.

Fic: Michael and David in Michael's basement/sex dungeon.

Fic: Michael and David hooking up at the "Bright Young Things" premiere.

Answer more anons instead (but finish a fic if you can).

All of the above.

Just show the results.

Voting ended onMar 6, 2023

Gratuitous David Tennant in a kimono thanks you for your time and for taking this poll:

[hurtslikeyourmouth]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1


Fandom: Staged (TV 2020) RPF, Good Omens (TV) RPF, Prodigal Son (TV

2019) RPF


Rating: General Audiences


Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings


Relationships: Michael Sheen/David Tennant


Characters: David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Tom Payne


Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Established

Relationship, Sleepy Kisses, Haircuts


Summary:

David doesn’t like Michael’s hairstyle for Prodigal Son.

SPOILERS FOR PRODIGAL SON 2x13

adorably fluffy fic by @alex232227 - check it out!

[ingravinoveritas]

(Not me finishing my first fic in two years?? So excited to have something new to share, and with huge thanks to you all for your patience...)

Title: The So-Called Blush Response Author: Me Pairing: Michael Sheen/David Tennant Rating: R Warning: Brief sexual references (nothing explicit), some language Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, 100% made up. Please don’t sue. Thanks. Summary: David is the warmth Michael wants to curl up in. Takes place in 2020, during the filming of Staged season 2. Author’s Note: Inspired by these outtakes from the Staged BTS video. So much gratitude as well to the lovely people who inspired and pushed me to finish this! (Also available on AO3.)

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“I like it. love a bit of sci-fi.”

Michael watched David playing with the beam of light, sitting across from him in that fucking leather jacket.

David had told him he’d be wearing it for the shoot that day, but he still wasn’t prepared, wasn’t ready for how gorgeous it would look on him, slim shoulders and sylph-like chest fully on display. The long hair and David’s tendency to run his fingers through it had already been a distraction--in the best possible way--but the jacket only made matters worse.

Or better, if you were Michael and looking at what he was looking at.

“If I could get it over one eye it’d be great, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah...”

How can one man get this much unadulterated enjoyment out of playing in the sun?

It wasn’t really the sun, though, stuck inside as they were. Things weren’t the same as when they’d shot the first series, a sense of hopelessness washing over the world like a tsunami. It was better now, in some ways, feeling the few trickles of light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.

Life wasn’t normal--not by a long shot, Michael reckoned--what felt like forward momentum happening in fits and starts, his heart wearing thin from the uncertainty and false promises of seeing another face for the first time in ages.

David’s face.

They were due to film the last scene soon, in person, in the actual flesh. The thought that he’d definitely, unquestionably be seeing David again--”Wearing masks,” Simon cautioned, leaving Michael to levy a barrage of Welsh curses at Covid safety protocols--was nearly more than he could bear.

I can’t not kiss you. I can’t be that close and still be so far away.

He pushed it from his mind, focusing on the scene at hand. They were on their third take, no thanks to Michael forgetting his lines in favor of staring at David and the now-unfortunately placed beam of sunlight shimmering across his face.

“Kittenish” was the word that came to mind, even as Michael questioned whether it was acceptable to describe a grown man that way. Cats and their languid stretches reminded him of David--everything reminded him of David--both their backs arching with unearthly grace, both always managing to find a patch of warmth to curl up in.

He’d actually heard David purr once, thanks to his own carefully placed fingers and a flick of the wrist. It was a sound he’d never heard before, the gentle vibrations from David’s lithe body coupled with the look of utter need in his eyes leaving Michael wrecked and determined to hear it again every day for the rest of his life.

“Close enough,” David had said the first time they were on Zoom, apologetic. Hopeful. Always trying to make the best of things.

Wanking in a cold kitchen in the middle of the night hardly seemed to qualify, watching each other the way they had for months of filming, David’s half-bitten off moans radiating out from the laptop speakers. All of his senses were full of David, yet the room somehow felt even emptier with him on screen--there without being there at all.

Michael longed for the scrape of a chair leg, the clatter of dishes as David put them in the sink, the quiet laughter when he teased the other man for tidying up. A glass of wine in the garden after dinner, David leaning into the crook of his neck through a fog of hazy-eyed bliss, hands clasped together as they watched the sun disappear beneath the lush, sheep-dotted hills.

No, Zoom wasn’t close enough. Not close enough at all.

“Well, I’ll miss this.”

Another line in the script, another moment of genuine pathos later in the scene.

Simon writes what he sees.

Christ, he really would miss this. Not the tedious grind of filming, and certainly not the isolation of lockdown, but this. Seeing David take so much pleasure in something so small, letting go of all the unending worry Michael could never set down. He’d miss having David all to himself--even on a computer screen--for so many hours in a day, and he no longer cared if it was selfish to want more.

I love you.

Michael had nearly forgotten they were on camera and swallowed the last part, adroitly replacing it with the bit about sci-fi. He fidgeted slightly, lowering his gaze to just below David’s eye line, as if looking at him would’ve made it too hard not to say.

He was simply there. And without meaning to, Michael loved him.

The troublesome sun still hadn’t shifted angles. Simon was annoyed, muttering somewhere in the background about doing another take in ten minutes.

Ten more minutes of David in that leather jacket, of Michael trying not to think about leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck. Ten more minutes of listening to David giggle as Michael cracked a series of bawdy, Welsh-flavored jokes in quick succession. Distracting himself from a truth he could no longer avoid.

I don’t really want whatever comes next. Not without you across the way, in the light.

“I have to go.”

“I’m still not ready.”

Neither one of them were.

[ingravinoveritas]

“Michael is defined by David, and he doesn’t have him right now. And David is defined by Michael.”

[ingravinoveritas]

When art imitates life...

[ingravinoveritas]

Currently watching Staged for the first time (took me a while to get around to do it, I know, but they didn't show it on national TV in my country, now is it available on Netflix here), just dropping in to SCREAM about their chemistry. Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my.

I don't really have an opinion on Michael's gf, I know next to nothing about her, but I do think, always have thought, that David and his wife are the most loving with each other and really sweet to watch.

BUT.

The way his David's (acting) personality shines next to Michael? Unparalleled.

Ahh, so glad you finally got to watch Staged, Anon! (At least for our boys.) And I appreciate you stopping by to scream about Michael and David’s chemistry! It truly is swoon-worthy and is what made both seasons of the show so watchable, in my opinion. Have you seen the second season, or just the first? If it’s even possible, there somehow manages to be even MORE flirting and not-so-subtle subtext in season two (episode 8 in particular is the one that really hits you in the feels). So I hope you’ll be able to watch that, too!

I do agree that David and Georgia are fun to watch together and you can see how much he cares about her, which is very sweet. Of all the “couples” in Staged, they were the ones I felt had the second best chemistry. (It certainly wasn’t matched by the chemistry between Michael and AL, which was more like a kid on a milk carton (read: missing).)

But there is definitely no question as to who had the best chemistry in Staged. It’s the very fact that they were able to act so well next to each other, that only two people who get along and are so close could bicker and argue the way Michael and David did onscreen. The “your other person isn’t seeing you.” The “Michael is defined by David, and he doesn’t have him right now. And David is defined by Michael.” The “Yes, Staged 2 is a love story“ and everything else that adds up to the classic trope of “Everyone knows they’re in love with each other except for them.”

It was just perfect. It will always be perfect. And regardless of how well the rest of Staged will age, Michael and David’s scenes will always be memorable...

[ingravinoveritas]

I just read your recent post on the "maybe I should have married Michael Sheen thing" and I completely agree with everything you said. Now I need all the fanfiction about DT and Sheen wanting to secretly marry each other but both feel like its too late. Because we will never know how close or far they are from the truth 😭😭

Oh, Anon...you're killing me here. This is beautiful and heartbreaking, all at once, and I can't take the angst. I actually did write a little fic about Michael and David getting married (well, Staged-verse Michael and David, at least), but it's fluffy and funny because again...the angst is too much for my poor heart.

You're very right, though...we never will know how close or far that is from the truth. But you know what, Anon? I am an undying optimist (or failed pessimist, as I like to say). So I have to believe that a happy ending is possible. That even though Michael and David "found" each other later in life (despite knowing each other casually earlier in their careers), it isn't too late for them to be together.

Relationships aren't always straightforward and can take a lot of turns--depending on circumstances and what each person wants and needs--but if Michael and David want to be together, I hope they have found a way to do so. Maybe it's not optimal, not good enough, but it's good enough for right now. And hopefully one day--when things calm down, and it's possible for Michael and David to be more open about things--they'll have the chance to be together the way they want to be.

But in the meantime, we of course have fan fiction, so if someone is interested, they could take a crack at an angsty, secretly-wanting-to-get-married-but-it's-too-late fic (that really is a good prompt, even if I can't bring myself to write it).

Thanks for writing in, Anon. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go have a good cry (and possibly a stiff drink) right now...