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viggorli_xmasTitle: Santa's Lap Isn't the only Place Wishes Come True
Author: to be revealed on January 1st
Written for:chaosmanor
Rating: PG
Prompt: Genre: Fluff or romance or friendship fic or PWP or smut. Will happily read wildly AU settings. Scenario: I'm fond of reunion stories or of lovers to friends/friends to lovers stories.
Author’s note: Dear reader, I hope you like your fic.
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Santa's Lap Isn't the only Place Wishes Come True
Orlando was going crazy.
It didn’t help that everyone was laughing maniacally at him as he opened box after box after box. Who had thought that prank gifting was still a thing? Was it Elijah? Or Dominic? He was going to kill the stupid lot of them.
And, like, opening boxes was one thing, but in each and every one of them there was a message.
“Can I take a picture of you, so I can show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas?”
“Even Santa doesn't make candy as sweet as you.”
“I like milk and cookies but I would rather have you.”
They were kind of sweet except for the fact that the whole crew was standing around Orlando and laughing their asses off at the messages.
“I've got the keys to the sleigh tonight.”
This was good, Orlando had to admit. Dominic, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically with Billy. Maybe the whole thing came from them. Oh god, what if Dominic was trying to pick him up in such an awkward way? Orlando hoped that was not it because he was not interested. Dominic probably knew that judging by the significant looks he gave Orlando every time Viggo was around.
Oh yeah, Viggo.
“If you were a tree, you'd be an evergreen, because I bet you look this good year-round,” the next message read. Orlando had enough of the boxes but they kept coming, one by one. Every time he opened a box hoping for the end of the series, all he saw was another, smaller box inside. The dedication of his Secret Santa was quite impressive. The plain cardboard box-newspaper wrapping-hemp cords aesthetic reminded him of Viggo but wasn’t he supposed to be a poet? He once showed a poem to Orlando, it was beautiful.
“I didn't think I was a snowman, but you just made my heart melt.”
That got a collective groan and a loud cackle from Ian. Orlando looked up suspiciously.
“Please tell me it’s not you. I think this is beneath your dignity,” he begged.
“Let me assure you, I have no dignity. I’m just mad that it was not my idea. Plus I’m taking notes, I want to use some of these lines myself.”
“You sly old dog,” Sean clapped him on the back. “You’re still learning new tricks?”
“Are you not?” Ian grabbed his next cocktail and stretched his neck to see better.
“Yeah well...” Sean admitted unashamedly. “How about you, Viggo? John? Karl?”
They just grunted and concentrated on what Orlando was doing.
“Black ice isn't the only thing I'm falling for.”
“How much longer?” Elijah asked.
“How would I know?” Orlando shot back, disgruntled. The boxes just kept coming, and with them, the cheesy messages.
“Hi, Santa said you wished for me. Good choice.”
Orlando bit his tongue but had a hard time ignoring the snickering and the comments. He just wanted to be done and gone.
It looked like he finally got what he wished for because the box he just opened did not have a new box in it. Instead, he found a ring, an actual fucking ring in it. And a note that said, “Are you Christmas, because I want to Merry you.”
That was the final straw.
“Merry? Dominic, I swear to god...” He felt sad and humiliated. He thought he had friends, he thought he was getting a nice Secret Santa gift and he got pranked instead.
“But I didn’t...” Dominic started and Orlando lost it.
“You know what, I thought we were friends.” He looked around and saw the rest of the cast and crew with smiles frozen on their faces. “I thought we were all friends,” he shouted at them angrily. “I thought this would be a happy day for me, I chose a nice gift for… you know what? Never mind. Enjoy yourself but not at my expense.”
He turned around and hurried out of the tent that served as mess hall to hide in the Countebago. He was fed up with everyone. And just to think how excited he was about this whole stupid Secret Santa! They got everyone participating, even Ian, John, and Livvie, who at first were vehemently against all the gifting. But Orlando was not above begging. He organized the whole event, made sure everyone got a name picked and no one picked themselves, he sweet-talked the caterers into making some food for the party, got a local boy to DJ and organize some party games, and found a beautiful photography book by a guy called Robin Morrison, The South Island of New Zealand from the Road, in a second-hand bookshop for Viggo. All that flew out the window when he started opening his own stupid gift.
There were steps coming from outside and Orlando remembered that in his anger he forgot to lock the Cuntebago. Well, most of them knew where to kick under the handle to get it unlocked anyways. The door squeaked as it opened.
“Go away!” he said to whoever was coming in.
“No.” Viggo’s no-nonsense voice made Orlando look up from his pity-party on the couch. He was sure he looked a sight because he was still half elfed and he did cry in his stupid anger so god only knew the state of his make-up. Well, god and Viggo. Not that he thought Viggo cared.
“Look,” Viggo started but stopped, probably to gather his thoughts. He was most likely trying to be gentle while telling Orlando off about his childish behavior. Ugh.
“Orlando… I… I want to apologize.”
“Umm...” Orlando felt flushed and embarrassed. Viggo was such a great guy, insanely talented and always kind and gentle. He had a nice word to everyone, always thanked his make-up artist and stunt trainer, and wrote lengthy faxes to Peter about his character. Orlando was in love with him although he felt their age difference achingly. What the hell did he want to apologize for?
“Listen, I...” It was unlike Viggo to stutter around this much. “Okay, there is no easy way to say this, so here it is. I am your Secret Santa.”
“You what…?” Orlando was sure he looked like a fish. This was not good.
“I am your Secret Santa,” Viggo repeated, somewhat hesitating, and Orlando’s world fell apart. Of all the people, it was Viggo who ridiculed him. He would get on a plane the next day, would never return to New Zealand but work his ass off to pay the debt a breached contract must mean. What was he thinking, what friends? They were just actors who humored the green kid.
He sighed and gathered himself from the couch. The sooner he started packing the better.
“Okay, thanks,” he said, not looking at Viggo. He would try his best to forget him and he better started right away.
“Orlando, please look at me.” There seemed to be a slight desperation in Viggo’s voice but Orlando did not really care. Viggo suffered a bit? Tough break. He broke Orlando’s heart after all.
He did not look up but went to the door instead. “Sorry, Viggo, I gotta run. I don’t have time to chat, my plane leaves in two hours. Thanks for the laugh.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Viggo grabbed him and slammed the door with his other hand. “Stay and listen. You don’t even have a plane ticket yet.”
“That’s why I’m in a hurry.” Orlando didn’t feel like talking or listening but Viggo was effectively stopping him from leaving.
“Listen, I think you are hot and pretty and I want us to be more than friends. I want to ask you out on a date, that’s what the gift is about.” Viggo looked part angry and part sad, and majorly frustrated. “I’m sorry for the stupid boxes and the cheesy pick-up lines but that was the best idea I could think of.”
“But Viggo,” Orlando started. This was so wrong on so many levels. “What made you think asking someone out is a gift? And like, why the cheesy pick-up lines? Aren’t you supposed to be a poet? And why did you do this so publicly?”
“That’s why I came after you to apologize. I realized while you were opening my gift how horribly wrong it went and saw all the disapproving looks from Sean and Ian and Peter. That’s when I knew I was way off the mark but there was nothing to do…” Viggo let go of Orlando and sighed. “Listen, I understand if you do not want to see me anymore but can we please stay friends at least?”
Orlando did not know where to look. This was a lot of information he needed to sort out in his head.
“I’m sorry, Viggo,” he said, still turned towards the door, “I don’t know what to say. I will forgive you, I can promise that, and we can be friends. But the rest is… difficult. I was so disappointed today!” He finally turned back and looked at Viggo. He saw deep regret and sadness in every detail of his face.
“Yeah, I understand,” Viggo finally said. “I cannot expect you to...” he gestured futilely. Orlando half forgave him already.
“I… I don’t have a plane ticket, true,” Orlando started again, “but I do want to travel as soon as possible.”
“Can we talk when you get back? Are you getting back at all?” Viggo asked, ready to accept any reply.
“Yes, I am coming back.” Orlando’s words were accepted as the promise they were. They almost shook hands like strangers but then just nodded to each other with shaky smiles.
“Merry Christmas.”
* * * * * * * *
No one ever mentioned the Secret Santa Fiasco of the Year 2000 again. Orlando had no idea what Viggo threatened every cast and staff member with but he didn’t care either. The subject was completely ignored, and they never played Secret Santa again. Those who got useful gifts pretended they always had them, the others never mentioned theirs. As if the whole Christmas party never happened.
Except now, 18 years later, he kept finding gifts all over their house, with cheesy pick-up lines instead of well-wishes.
“Are you looking for a tree topper? Because I've been told I'm a star on top.”
“Are you tinsel? Because I want you all over my tree.”
“Believe me if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows!”
“Are you interested in seeing the "North Pole"?”
“Are you sitting on a candle? Because your booty is on fire.”
Orlando couldn’t help but laugh. The little ice in the pit of his stomach melted and he was so happy for having met his husband all those years ago. Despite the rocky start, Orlando was ready to forgive and actually date Viggo by the time he got back to New Zealand. It also helped that Viggo called him every day during their break.
“How about you show me peace on Earth and I'll show you good will toward men?”
“Oh god, Viggo...”
“Yes?” Orlando turned around and saw his husband with a shit eating grin looking at him.
Orlando smiled back at him. “You know I love you, yeah? But these lines are terrible. Where did you even get them from?”
“You know a man has to have some secrets, mystery adds spice to relationships.”
“I’d rather we spice up our marriage in a different way.”
The doorbell rang, interrupting what was turning into a make out session, no doubt. But they were expecting friends coming over, family to celebrate with, new memories to add to old ones. They had all the time to celebrate love and life together and just the two of them.
While Viggo went to get the door, Orlando opened another gift box. He just wanted to peek, see what was in it, he would enjoy it properly after the guests left, but he was curious.
The note in it read, “Come sit on my lap. I've got a special gift just for you.”
Orlando laughed. He would definitely sit on Viggo’s lap but he would collect his special gift a bit later.
He couldn’t have been any happier. He ran to the living room and jumped into the party with his old enthusiasm.
“Merry Christmas, y’all!”
the end
Author: to be revealed on January 1st
Written for:
chaosmanor Rating: PG
Prompt: Genre: Fluff or romance or friendship fic or PWP or smut. Will happily read wildly AU settings. Scenario: I'm fond of reunion stories or of lovers to friends/friends to lovers stories.
Author’s note: Dear reader, I hope you like your fic.
* * * * * * * *
Santa's Lap Isn't the only Place Wishes Come True
Orlando was going crazy.
It didn’t help that everyone was laughing maniacally at him as he opened box after box after box. Who had thought that prank gifting was still a thing? Was it Elijah? Or Dominic? He was going to kill the stupid lot of them.
And, like, opening boxes was one thing, but in each and every one of them there was a message.
“Can I take a picture of you, so I can show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas?”
“Even Santa doesn't make candy as sweet as you.”
“I like milk and cookies but I would rather have you.”
They were kind of sweet except for the fact that the whole crew was standing around Orlando and laughing their asses off at the messages.
“I've got the keys to the sleigh tonight.”
This was good, Orlando had to admit. Dominic, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically with Billy. Maybe the whole thing came from them. Oh god, what if Dominic was trying to pick him up in such an awkward way? Orlando hoped that was not it because he was not interested. Dominic probably knew that judging by the significant looks he gave Orlando every time Viggo was around.
Oh yeah, Viggo.
“If you were a tree, you'd be an evergreen, because I bet you look this good year-round,” the next message read. Orlando had enough of the boxes but they kept coming, one by one. Every time he opened a box hoping for the end of the series, all he saw was another, smaller box inside. The dedication of his Secret Santa was quite impressive. The plain cardboard box-newspaper wrapping-hemp cords aesthetic reminded him of Viggo but wasn’t he supposed to be a poet? He once showed a poem to Orlando, it was beautiful.
“I didn't think I was a snowman, but you just made my heart melt.”
That got a collective groan and a loud cackle from Ian. Orlando looked up suspiciously.
“Please tell me it’s not you. I think this is beneath your dignity,” he begged.
“Let me assure you, I have no dignity. I’m just mad that it was not my idea. Plus I’m taking notes, I want to use some of these lines myself.”
“You sly old dog,” Sean clapped him on the back. “You’re still learning new tricks?”
“Are you not?” Ian grabbed his next cocktail and stretched his neck to see better.
“Yeah well...” Sean admitted unashamedly. “How about you, Viggo? John? Karl?”
They just grunted and concentrated on what Orlando was doing.
“Black ice isn't the only thing I'm falling for.”
“How much longer?” Elijah asked.
“How would I know?” Orlando shot back, disgruntled. The boxes just kept coming, and with them, the cheesy messages.
“Hi, Santa said you wished for me. Good choice.”
Orlando bit his tongue but had a hard time ignoring the snickering and the comments. He just wanted to be done and gone.
It looked like he finally got what he wished for because the box he just opened did not have a new box in it. Instead, he found a ring, an actual fucking ring in it. And a note that said, “Are you Christmas, because I want to Merry you.”
That was the final straw.
“Merry? Dominic, I swear to god...” He felt sad and humiliated. He thought he had friends, he thought he was getting a nice Secret Santa gift and he got pranked instead.
“But I didn’t...” Dominic started and Orlando lost it.
“You know what, I thought we were friends.” He looked around and saw the rest of the cast and crew with smiles frozen on their faces. “I thought we were all friends,” he shouted at them angrily. “I thought this would be a happy day for me, I chose a nice gift for… you know what? Never mind. Enjoy yourself but not at my expense.”
He turned around and hurried out of the tent that served as mess hall to hide in the Countebago. He was fed up with everyone. And just to think how excited he was about this whole stupid Secret Santa! They got everyone participating, even Ian, John, and Livvie, who at first were vehemently against all the gifting. But Orlando was not above begging. He organized the whole event, made sure everyone got a name picked and no one picked themselves, he sweet-talked the caterers into making some food for the party, got a local boy to DJ and organize some party games, and found a beautiful photography book by a guy called Robin Morrison, The South Island of New Zealand from the Road, in a second-hand bookshop for Viggo. All that flew out the window when he started opening his own stupid gift.
There were steps coming from outside and Orlando remembered that in his anger he forgot to lock the Cuntebago. Well, most of them knew where to kick under the handle to get it unlocked anyways. The door squeaked as it opened.
“Go away!” he said to whoever was coming in.
“No.” Viggo’s no-nonsense voice made Orlando look up from his pity-party on the couch. He was sure he looked a sight because he was still half elfed and he did cry in his stupid anger so god only knew the state of his make-up. Well, god and Viggo. Not that he thought Viggo cared.
“Look,” Viggo started but stopped, probably to gather his thoughts. He was most likely trying to be gentle while telling Orlando off about his childish behavior. Ugh.
“Orlando… I… I want to apologize.”
“Umm...” Orlando felt flushed and embarrassed. Viggo was such a great guy, insanely talented and always kind and gentle. He had a nice word to everyone, always thanked his make-up artist and stunt trainer, and wrote lengthy faxes to Peter about his character. Orlando was in love with him although he felt their age difference achingly. What the hell did he want to apologize for?
“Listen, I...” It was unlike Viggo to stutter around this much. “Okay, there is no easy way to say this, so here it is. I am your Secret Santa.”
“You what…?” Orlando was sure he looked like a fish. This was not good.
“I am your Secret Santa,” Viggo repeated, somewhat hesitating, and Orlando’s world fell apart. Of all the people, it was Viggo who ridiculed him. He would get on a plane the next day, would never return to New Zealand but work his ass off to pay the debt a breached contract must mean. What was he thinking, what friends? They were just actors who humored the green kid.
He sighed and gathered himself from the couch. The sooner he started packing the better.
“Okay, thanks,” he said, not looking at Viggo. He would try his best to forget him and he better started right away.
“Orlando, please look at me.” There seemed to be a slight desperation in Viggo’s voice but Orlando did not really care. Viggo suffered a bit? Tough break. He broke Orlando’s heart after all.
He did not look up but went to the door instead. “Sorry, Viggo, I gotta run. I don’t have time to chat, my plane leaves in two hours. Thanks for the laugh.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Viggo grabbed him and slammed the door with his other hand. “Stay and listen. You don’t even have a plane ticket yet.”
“That’s why I’m in a hurry.” Orlando didn’t feel like talking or listening but Viggo was effectively stopping him from leaving.
“Listen, I think you are hot and pretty and I want us to be more than friends. I want to ask you out on a date, that’s what the gift is about.” Viggo looked part angry and part sad, and majorly frustrated. “I’m sorry for the stupid boxes and the cheesy pick-up lines but that was the best idea I could think of.”
“But Viggo,” Orlando started. This was so wrong on so many levels. “What made you think asking someone out is a gift? And like, why the cheesy pick-up lines? Aren’t you supposed to be a poet? And why did you do this so publicly?”
“That’s why I came after you to apologize. I realized while you were opening my gift how horribly wrong it went and saw all the disapproving looks from Sean and Ian and Peter. That’s when I knew I was way off the mark but there was nothing to do…” Viggo let go of Orlando and sighed. “Listen, I understand if you do not want to see me anymore but can we please stay friends at least?”
Orlando did not know where to look. This was a lot of information he needed to sort out in his head.
“I’m sorry, Viggo,” he said, still turned towards the door, “I don’t know what to say. I will forgive you, I can promise that, and we can be friends. But the rest is… difficult. I was so disappointed today!” He finally turned back and looked at Viggo. He saw deep regret and sadness in every detail of his face.
“Yeah, I understand,” Viggo finally said. “I cannot expect you to...” he gestured futilely. Orlando half forgave him already.
“I… I don’t have a plane ticket, true,” Orlando started again, “but I do want to travel as soon as possible.”
“Can we talk when you get back? Are you getting back at all?” Viggo asked, ready to accept any reply.
“Yes, I am coming back.” Orlando’s words were accepted as the promise they were. They almost shook hands like strangers but then just nodded to each other with shaky smiles.
“Merry Christmas.”
* * * * * * * *
No one ever mentioned the Secret Santa Fiasco of the Year 2000 again. Orlando had no idea what Viggo threatened every cast and staff member with but he didn’t care either. The subject was completely ignored, and they never played Secret Santa again. Those who got useful gifts pretended they always had them, the others never mentioned theirs. As if the whole Christmas party never happened.
Except now, 18 years later, he kept finding gifts all over their house, with cheesy pick-up lines instead of well-wishes.
“Are you looking for a tree topper? Because I've been told I'm a star on top.”
“Are you tinsel? Because I want you all over my tree.”
“Believe me if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows!”
“Are you interested in seeing the "North Pole"?”
“Are you sitting on a candle? Because your booty is on fire.”
Orlando couldn’t help but laugh. The little ice in the pit of his stomach melted and he was so happy for having met his husband all those years ago. Despite the rocky start, Orlando was ready to forgive and actually date Viggo by the time he got back to New Zealand. It also helped that Viggo called him every day during their break.
“How about you show me peace on Earth and I'll show you good will toward men?”
“Oh god, Viggo...”
“Yes?” Orlando turned around and saw his husband with a shit eating grin looking at him.
Orlando smiled back at him. “You know I love you, yeah? But these lines are terrible. Where did you even get them from?”
“You know a man has to have some secrets, mystery adds spice to relationships.”
“I’d rather we spice up our marriage in a different way.”
The doorbell rang, interrupting what was turning into a make out session, no doubt. But they were expecting friends coming over, family to celebrate with, new memories to add to old ones. They had all the time to celebrate love and life together and just the two of them.
While Viggo went to get the door, Orlando opened another gift box. He just wanted to peek, see what was in it, he would enjoy it properly after the guests left, but he was curious.
The note in it read, “Come sit on my lap. I've got a special gift just for you.”
Orlando laughed. He would definitely sit on Viggo’s lap but he would collect his special gift a bit later.
He couldn’t have been any happier. He ran to the living room and jumped into the party with his old enthusiasm.
“Merry Christmas, y’all!”
the end
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Date: 2018-12-27 06:44 am (UTC)I'm so happy you wrote this for me <3
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