Tying the Knot (Orlijah) PG
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moit_ficsTitle: Tying the Knot
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Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Summary: Orlando and Elijah plan to tie the knot, but not without a few kinks.
Word Count: 1615
I found a pic of Orlando in a tux (sans scarlet bowtie) but this is the closest I could get to Elijah. Still cute, huh? ;)
Trying not to look too excited or nervous, Orlando walked into the living room, where Elijah was pouring over his latest script revision for Wilfred.
“Is that for next season or the finale?”
“Finale,” Elijah said without looking up. “Jason was ‘hit with brilliance’ and rewrote the whole thing last night, after we already filmed half.”
“That’s rough.”
“Tell me about it.”
Orlando waited a moment and Elijah remained absorbed in his papers. “So, um, you heard that California’s legalized gay marriage, right?”
“Mmmhmm,” Elijah murmured.
“Pretty exciting.”
“Yep.”
Orlando took a deep breath. “Elijah, will you marry me?”
“Not right now, baby. Can you wait until I get done reading this?”
Orlando counted silently to four before Elijah set down his script. His blue eyes were wide behind his glasses. “I—what?” he stuttered.
Orlando lowered himself to one knee and opened the ring box with a sweaty hand. “Elijah Wood, would you do me the greatest honour and become my husband?”
Elijah nodded, smiling in near disbelief. “Yes,” he whispered.
With shaking hands, Orlando pulled the ring out of its velvet casing and slid it onto Elijah’s ring finger. The band itself was simple and silver. Orlando figured Elijah could select a new one for his wedding band and wear them both if he chose. He just knew he couldn’t propose without a ring.
“Wow,” Elijah said. “I’m just . . .” He pulled Orlando up and kissed him fiercely. When they finally parted, Orlando was half-sprawled over Elijah on the couch. They were both breathing heavily. “I never thought I’d get married,” Elijah said, holding his hand up to admire his ring.
“I never thought I’d propose to anyone.”
“How long have you been planning this?” Elijah asked, pushing Orlando off him so he could sit up and recover his script.
“About a month.”
“A month?” Elijah said. “They only legalized gay marriage a couple days ago.”
“Well, that just cemented my decision. But I planned on marrying you whether it was recognized by the American government or not.”
Elijah leaned over and kissed him again. “You know I love you, right?”
Orlando pretended to think about it. “May have crossed my mind once or twice.”
Elijah rolled his eyes and laid his head on Orlando’s shoulder.
Planning a wedding wasn’t nearly as much fun as the girls on TV made it seem. The fact that Orlando and Elijah were men just seemed to complicate things even more. Elijah’s mother insisted they choose wedding colors (red and black) so they would have a starting place for the decorations and invitations and flowers and various other wedding necessities Elijah would prefer not to have to think about. Thankfully, Hannah was more than happy to declare herself the wedding planner, consulting Elijah and Orlando only when a decision needed to be made.
“So the invitations are going to be black with red trim. And we’re sending them out on the fourteenth, but what about the save-the-dates? Did you want to—”
“Hannah!” Elijah exploded. “I don’t fucking care what color the trim is on the invitation! At this point, I’m about ready to fucking elope!” He stormed off, leaving Hannah and Orlando to stare at one another in shocked surprise.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Orlando said, standing up.
Elijah was lying on their bed, facing the wall. He was clutching his blanket to his chest, one of the few belongings he still hung on to from his childhood in Iowa.
“Babe?” Orlando said. He sat down on the bed and placed a hand at the small of Elijah’s back.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elijah said.
“Okay.” Orlando lay down behind Elijah and spooned up against his back. He wrapped an arm around Elijah’s waist.
“Have you ever thought it ridiculous that I’m a 30-year-old man who still has a blankie?”
“No,” Orlando chuckled. “Without it, you wouldn’t be my Elijah.”
Elijah hummed in reply. After a few quiet minutes, he rolled onto his back. His blanket was tucked up under his chin, the way he liked it.
“You feel any better?” Orlando asked, propping his head up on his hand.
“I’m okay. I’m just so fucking sick of all this wedding shit. I’d rather just hand my checkbook to Hannah and tell her to take care of it.”
“Do you want to?”
“No,” Elijah said miserably. “If I did, we’d probably end up with a 10-tier wedding cake.”
Orlando barked out a laugh, which brought a smile to Elijah’s face.
“There’s that smile,” Orlando said, fingering one of Elijah’s dimples.
“I suppose we shouldn’t leave Hannah in the living room all night,” Elijah said with a sigh.
“Yes, well, someone has to write the cheques, right?”
Elijah reluctantly left his blanket and followed Orlando back out to the living room.
The night before the wedding, the metaphorical cease-fire between Elijah and Hannah fell apart when Elijah flat-out refused to sleep at their mother’s house in deference to “tradition.”
“I told you I don’t know how many times, I am not fucking leaving!”
“Well, Orlando can stay at mom’s tonight, then,” Hannah replied.
“No, Hannah. We’re both sleeping here tonight, like we’ve done for the last seven years. The fact that we’re getting married tomorrow doesn’t change anything—not even my last name. We’ll get up on Sunday just like we did last week.”
Orlando sat near them, looking uneasy. He hated seeing Hannah and Elijah argue. Even more, he hated seeing his normally unflappable lover in such a state of anxiety.
“How about if you pick Elijah up in the morning and take him to your mum’s? Billy and Dom can meet you there, and Sam, Bast, and Viggo can get ready here,” Orlando suggested.
Elijah thought for a moment. “That . . . could actually work. I just don’t want to spend the night before my wedding on mom’s horrible guest bed. I’d never get any sleep.”
“Okay,” Hannah agreed readily. “I’ll be back in the morning, then.” She shouldered her purse and left the house with a smile and a wave.
Elijah sat down next to Orlando with a heavy sigh.
“It will all be over this time tomorrow,” Orlando said, rubbing his hand over Elijah’s thigh.
“I really think we should have eloped,” Elijah said, laying his head on Orlando’s shoulder.
“I hope you don’t think that tomorrow.”
“No,” Elijah said begrudgingly. “But I feel like we’ve done all this work for someone else’s party.”
“But it’s our party, love.”
“Yes, but we’re probably going to duck out halfway through to go—normally, I’d say fuck, but in this case—sleep.”
“Come on, Lij. We’ve got to stay long enough to toss the bouquet.”
Elijah lifted his head to give Orlando a look.
“Okay, bad joke.”
“I swear to Christ, if I have any fun at this thing, it will be a fucking miracle.”
Orlando leaned down and kissed the top of Elijah’s head.
But the preparations went off without a hitch. Elijah snuck out of the house even before Orlando woke up, much to Hannah’s delight.
“You’re up early,” Elijah said upon finding his sister seated at their mother’s kitchen table.
“So are you. I wasn’t even going to leave to come get you for another hour. I made coffee, though.”
“Thank God,” Elijah said, walking over to pour himself a cup.
“What time are Billy and Dom coming over?”
“Nine,” Elijah said, sipping his coffee. “It gives me enough time to shower and shave before they show up. Where’s mom?”
“Still in bed. You didn’t think you’d be up already, did you?”
“Point.” He sat down and lit a cigarette. “I am so ready for it to be tomorrow.”
“Aren’t you the least bit excited?”
“I’m too stressed out to be excited. I’ll be excited once I’m married and I can quit worrying.”
Hannah nodded, taking a sip of coffee.
Elijah and his family got to the church once they were sure Orlando was already there.
“You really look handsome today, Elijah,” Debbie said, straightening his scarlet bowtie.
Elijah and Orlando opted for out-and-out tuxedos so they could put the rest of their guys in suits with scarlet waistcoats. Hannah and Samantha were wearing matching red dresses, a nice visual compliment to the rest of the bridal party.
Elijah resisted the urge to snap at his mother. His nerves were just getting the best of him. It seemed like they’d just gotten there when Billy stepped back into the room to ask if they were ready.
“Yeah,” Elijah said, brushing nonexistent lint off his jacket.
Since they were eschewing opposite-gender marriage customs, each member of their bridal party was meeting his (or her) partner at the back of the church and walking down the aisle together. Hannah and Samantha went first, followed by Billy and Viggo, then Dom and Sebastian.
Elijah took a deep breath and stepped out of the room in which he was waiting. His eyes fell on Orlando and all the anxiety and tension flooded out of his body. He suddenly couldn’t stop smiling. Orlando took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur for Elijah. The officiate said a few words, they exchanged rings, and before he knew it, they were on their way to the reception “married for life.”
“Was it worth it?” Orlando asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of Elijah’s mouth.
Elijah thought back to the headaches and arguing he’d endured just for a fifteen-minute ceremony. “Yes,” he said, threading the fingers of his left hand through the fingers on Orlando’s left hand so their wedding bands clinked against one another.
Author:
moitPairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Summary: Orlando and Elijah plan to tie the knot, but not without a few kinks.
Word Count: 1615
I found a pic of Orlando in a tux (sans scarlet bowtie) but this is the closest I could get to Elijah. Still cute, huh? ;)
Trying not to look too excited or nervous, Orlando walked into the living room, where Elijah was pouring over his latest script revision for Wilfred.
“Is that for next season or the finale?”
“Finale,” Elijah said without looking up. “Jason was ‘hit with brilliance’ and rewrote the whole thing last night, after we already filmed half.”
“That’s rough.”
“Tell me about it.”
Orlando waited a moment and Elijah remained absorbed in his papers. “So, um, you heard that California’s legalized gay marriage, right?”
“Mmmhmm,” Elijah murmured.
“Pretty exciting.”
“Yep.”
Orlando took a deep breath. “Elijah, will you marry me?”
“Not right now, baby. Can you wait until I get done reading this?”
Orlando counted silently to four before Elijah set down his script. His blue eyes were wide behind his glasses. “I—what?” he stuttered.
Orlando lowered himself to one knee and opened the ring box with a sweaty hand. “Elijah Wood, would you do me the greatest honour and become my husband?”
Elijah nodded, smiling in near disbelief. “Yes,” he whispered.
With shaking hands, Orlando pulled the ring out of its velvet casing and slid it onto Elijah’s ring finger. The band itself was simple and silver. Orlando figured Elijah could select a new one for his wedding band and wear them both if he chose. He just knew he couldn’t propose without a ring.
“Wow,” Elijah said. “I’m just . . .” He pulled Orlando up and kissed him fiercely. When they finally parted, Orlando was half-sprawled over Elijah on the couch. They were both breathing heavily. “I never thought I’d get married,” Elijah said, holding his hand up to admire his ring.
“I never thought I’d propose to anyone.”
“How long have you been planning this?” Elijah asked, pushing Orlando off him so he could sit up and recover his script.
“About a month.”
“A month?” Elijah said. “They only legalized gay marriage a couple days ago.”
“Well, that just cemented my decision. But I planned on marrying you whether it was recognized by the American government or not.”
Elijah leaned over and kissed him again. “You know I love you, right?”
Orlando pretended to think about it. “May have crossed my mind once or twice.”
Elijah rolled his eyes and laid his head on Orlando’s shoulder.
Planning a wedding wasn’t nearly as much fun as the girls on TV made it seem. The fact that Orlando and Elijah were men just seemed to complicate things even more. Elijah’s mother insisted they choose wedding colors (red and black) so they would have a starting place for the decorations and invitations and flowers and various other wedding necessities Elijah would prefer not to have to think about. Thankfully, Hannah was more than happy to declare herself the wedding planner, consulting Elijah and Orlando only when a decision needed to be made.
“So the invitations are going to be black with red trim. And we’re sending them out on the fourteenth, but what about the save-the-dates? Did you want to—”
“Hannah!” Elijah exploded. “I don’t fucking care what color the trim is on the invitation! At this point, I’m about ready to fucking elope!” He stormed off, leaving Hannah and Orlando to stare at one another in shocked surprise.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Orlando said, standing up.
Elijah was lying on their bed, facing the wall. He was clutching his blanket to his chest, one of the few belongings he still hung on to from his childhood in Iowa.
“Babe?” Orlando said. He sat down on the bed and placed a hand at the small of Elijah’s back.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elijah said.
“Okay.” Orlando lay down behind Elijah and spooned up against his back. He wrapped an arm around Elijah’s waist.
“Have you ever thought it ridiculous that I’m a 30-year-old man who still has a blankie?”
“No,” Orlando chuckled. “Without it, you wouldn’t be my Elijah.”
Elijah hummed in reply. After a few quiet minutes, he rolled onto his back. His blanket was tucked up under his chin, the way he liked it.
“You feel any better?” Orlando asked, propping his head up on his hand.
“I’m okay. I’m just so fucking sick of all this wedding shit. I’d rather just hand my checkbook to Hannah and tell her to take care of it.”
“Do you want to?”
“No,” Elijah said miserably. “If I did, we’d probably end up with a 10-tier wedding cake.”
Orlando barked out a laugh, which brought a smile to Elijah’s face.
“There’s that smile,” Orlando said, fingering one of Elijah’s dimples.
“I suppose we shouldn’t leave Hannah in the living room all night,” Elijah said with a sigh.
“Yes, well, someone has to write the cheques, right?”
Elijah reluctantly left his blanket and followed Orlando back out to the living room.
The night before the wedding, the metaphorical cease-fire between Elijah and Hannah fell apart when Elijah flat-out refused to sleep at their mother’s house in deference to “tradition.”
“I told you I don’t know how many times, I am not fucking leaving!”
“Well, Orlando can stay at mom’s tonight, then,” Hannah replied.
“No, Hannah. We’re both sleeping here tonight, like we’ve done for the last seven years. The fact that we’re getting married tomorrow doesn’t change anything—not even my last name. We’ll get up on Sunday just like we did last week.”
Orlando sat near them, looking uneasy. He hated seeing Hannah and Elijah argue. Even more, he hated seeing his normally unflappable lover in such a state of anxiety.
“How about if you pick Elijah up in the morning and take him to your mum’s? Billy and Dom can meet you there, and Sam, Bast, and Viggo can get ready here,” Orlando suggested.
Elijah thought for a moment. “That . . . could actually work. I just don’t want to spend the night before my wedding on mom’s horrible guest bed. I’d never get any sleep.”
“Okay,” Hannah agreed readily. “I’ll be back in the morning, then.” She shouldered her purse and left the house with a smile and a wave.
Elijah sat down next to Orlando with a heavy sigh.
“It will all be over this time tomorrow,” Orlando said, rubbing his hand over Elijah’s thigh.
“I really think we should have eloped,” Elijah said, laying his head on Orlando’s shoulder.
“I hope you don’t think that tomorrow.”
“No,” Elijah said begrudgingly. “But I feel like we’ve done all this work for someone else’s party.”
“But it’s our party, love.”
“Yes, but we’re probably going to duck out halfway through to go—normally, I’d say fuck, but in this case—sleep.”
“Come on, Lij. We’ve got to stay long enough to toss the bouquet.”
Elijah lifted his head to give Orlando a look.
“Okay, bad joke.”
“I swear to Christ, if I have any fun at this thing, it will be a fucking miracle.”
Orlando leaned down and kissed the top of Elijah’s head.
But the preparations went off without a hitch. Elijah snuck out of the house even before Orlando woke up, much to Hannah’s delight.
“You’re up early,” Elijah said upon finding his sister seated at their mother’s kitchen table.
“So are you. I wasn’t even going to leave to come get you for another hour. I made coffee, though.”
“Thank God,” Elijah said, walking over to pour himself a cup.
“What time are Billy and Dom coming over?”
“Nine,” Elijah said, sipping his coffee. “It gives me enough time to shower and shave before they show up. Where’s mom?”
“Still in bed. You didn’t think you’d be up already, did you?”
“Point.” He sat down and lit a cigarette. “I am so ready for it to be tomorrow.”
“Aren’t you the least bit excited?”
“I’m too stressed out to be excited. I’ll be excited once I’m married and I can quit worrying.”
Hannah nodded, taking a sip of coffee.
Elijah and his family got to the church once they were sure Orlando was already there.
“You really look handsome today, Elijah,” Debbie said, straightening his scarlet bowtie.
Elijah and Orlando opted for out-and-out tuxedos so they could put the rest of their guys in suits with scarlet waistcoats. Hannah and Samantha were wearing matching red dresses, a nice visual compliment to the rest of the bridal party.
Elijah resisted the urge to snap at his mother. His nerves were just getting the best of him. It seemed like they’d just gotten there when Billy stepped back into the room to ask if they were ready.
“Yeah,” Elijah said, brushing nonexistent lint off his jacket.
Since they were eschewing opposite-gender marriage customs, each member of their bridal party was meeting his (or her) partner at the back of the church and walking down the aisle together. Hannah and Samantha went first, followed by Billy and Viggo, then Dom and Sebastian.
Elijah took a deep breath and stepped out of the room in which he was waiting. His eyes fell on Orlando and all the anxiety and tension flooded out of his body. He suddenly couldn’t stop smiling. Orlando took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur for Elijah. The officiate said a few words, they exchanged rings, and before he knew it, they were on their way to the reception “married for life.”
“Was it worth it?” Orlando asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of Elijah’s mouth.
Elijah thought back to the headaches and arguing he’d endured just for a fifteen-minute ceremony. “Yes,” he said, threading the fingers of his left hand through the fingers on Orlando’s left hand so their wedding bands clinked against one another.
