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vigorliTitle- Untitled Songfic (for now) 1/3
Author- Elvish Lady
Rating- PG
Beta- The lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tularia. Please remember all mistakes are my own and in no way her fault.
Disclaimer- *chants mantra with eyes closed* I own these men and songs…. I own these men and songs. *looks to see if it came true* Nope… Darn.
Summery- Orlando knows Kate’s secret.
Author’s Note- I’ve gotten into Panic! At The Disco lately and when I got the CD I noticed that there was a chronological order to it. This story is sort of three different stories put into three chapters. I am VERY mean to Kate in this fic. If you dont like, please dont read this.
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Orlando sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. Looking back at Kate, who had curled up and was sleeping peacefully wrapped around a pillow, he wondered how everything had gotten so messed up.
Only three years before he had had a great life: an up and coming career, a great role in the movie of the century and, best of all, a boyfriend who might be someone to stay with. But after a while he’d realized that it was more like a dream. Something that would end when they left New Zealand.
Then he had been told that the best way to get along in Hollywood was to have a girlfriend. That the only way to keep your status was to affirm your heterosexuality. When he had met Kate he had thought that she was nice, a bit naïve, but someone he could laugh and have a good time with.
Now, as he gazed at the bone thin figure, he understood that he wasn’t meant to be with anyone. At least not in that way. His mother and sister were always there for him but when it came to love, he wasn’t sure if he could find anyone who would be in his life forever.
Even now Kate had left him. Finding her needs elsewhere in men all over the place. Orlando was not a stupid person. He knew when something wasn’t right, and the placating voice that Kate liked to use when she had been somewhere and wouldn’t tell him where, simply confirmed it. He had always suspected that she wasn’t being faithful, but had dismissed it as nothing time and time again. That was until he’d picked up her phone for her once and a man had started to whisper sweet nothings through the line.
Stunned he had told the man on the line that he had a wrong number and hung up. A few minutes later, the phone had rung again and the same number had come up. After calling Kate for her phone he had gone to the kitchen where he knew he would be able to listen in under the pretense of making tea.
After a quiet intense moment that Kate exchanged with the man on the other end of the phone there had been an arrangement made before she quickly hung up the phone. Orlando moved from the door just as the kettle began to whistle. He grabbed two cups from the drain and set to make tea for the both of them.
Kate came into the room humming to herself and a content smile stretched over her face. Orlando handed her a cup and she made a face at him as he put honey in his.
“Do you have any idea how many calories and carbs are in one drop of that?” she asked disdainfully.
“It’s ok. I need the fat. My trainer said I’ve dropped some weight, and I need to get it up. Who was on the phone?” he said as he stirred his tea.
“Oh, that was just Mary. She was asking me if I wanted to go out shopping this afternoon.” She said as she pulled out a cigarette. “I told her about three.”
He sometimes wondered if he was the one who she thought about when she was with these other men. He wondered if he had more wit, or a better kiss. If he even came close to having a hotter touch, or being a better fuck. He wondered where they fucked as well. He knew he was able to see past everything else that had happened, even the controversy over Kate’s weight. But he must just be a glutton for punishment.
All of the teen girls who idolized him and made him into this icon of testosterone supposedly loved him. He wondered if one of them would be better than the hell he was experiencing. But after being mobbed and attacked constantly he didn’t see the point of subjecting himself, or anyone else, to that.
Orlando stood and with a brief look back at the figure, he slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall. As he entered the living room a photo caught his eye. It had been taken as he, Sean and Viggo were being transported to a set. His arms were wrapped around Viggo, as his legs lay across Beanie’s thighs. He reached up and touched the image of Viggo's jaw remembering the stubble of Aragorn’s beard, the silk of his lips, and the joy of their lovemaking. If only he could erase what had transpired when they all left.
There was one major difference between Kate and Viggo, besides the gender issue. Kate was a harlequin. She changed her face and costume to fit her role in the tabloids. Skinnier is better- Kate loses fifty pounds, blondes are better- Kate dyed her hair the most blonde her stylist could manage. The list went on and on. With Viggo on the other hand, he was someone who wasn’t affected by the tabloids and what everyone thought. If he had some errand he needed to run, he wouldn’t dress up, he would just go in what he had on. Maybe that was his mistake - that he went to the opposite extreme after he and Viggo broke up.
Moving away from the picture, Orlando picked up his cell. He wanted to call someone for help. Anyone who would maybe have some suggestion as to what to do. He paced the room a few times, checking the time repeatedly wondering if it was too late to call someone, as the numbers 10:17 glared revoltingly from the grandmother clock on the mantle.
Making his choice, Orlando flipped open his phone, his heart beating faster and faster, and dialed.
“Sean, mate? It’s Orli. Do you have a few? I need someone to talk to.”
Edit- It has been brought to my attention that this does not sound like a VigOrli fic. Yes, this is does have a happy ending, and I will restate for the record- THIS FIC IS NOT NICE TO KATE.
Author- Elvish Lady
Rating- PG
Beta- The lovely
tularia. Please remember all mistakes are my own and in no way her fault.Disclaimer- *chants mantra with eyes closed* I own these men and songs…. I own these men and songs. *looks to see if it came true* Nope… Darn.
Summery- Orlando knows Kate’s secret.
Author’s Note- I’ve gotten into Panic! At The Disco lately and when I got the CD I noticed that there was a chronological order to it. This story is sort of three different stories put into three chapters. I am VERY mean to Kate in this fic. If you dont like, please dont read this.
*
Orlando sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. Looking back at Kate, who had curled up and was sleeping peacefully wrapped around a pillow, he wondered how everything had gotten so messed up.
Only three years before he had had a great life: an up and coming career, a great role in the movie of the century and, best of all, a boyfriend who might be someone to stay with. But after a while he’d realized that it was more like a dream. Something that would end when they left New Zealand.
Then he had been told that the best way to get along in Hollywood was to have a girlfriend. That the only way to keep your status was to affirm your heterosexuality. When he had met Kate he had thought that she was nice, a bit naïve, but someone he could laugh and have a good time with.
Now, as he gazed at the bone thin figure, he understood that he wasn’t meant to be with anyone. At least not in that way. His mother and sister were always there for him but when it came to love, he wasn’t sure if he could find anyone who would be in his life forever.
Even now Kate had left him. Finding her needs elsewhere in men all over the place. Orlando was not a stupid person. He knew when something wasn’t right, and the placating voice that Kate liked to use when she had been somewhere and wouldn’t tell him where, simply confirmed it. He had always suspected that she wasn’t being faithful, but had dismissed it as nothing time and time again. That was until he’d picked up her phone for her once and a man had started to whisper sweet nothings through the line.
Stunned he had told the man on the line that he had a wrong number and hung up. A few minutes later, the phone had rung again and the same number had come up. After calling Kate for her phone he had gone to the kitchen where he knew he would be able to listen in under the pretense of making tea.
After a quiet intense moment that Kate exchanged with the man on the other end of the phone there had been an arrangement made before she quickly hung up the phone. Orlando moved from the door just as the kettle began to whistle. He grabbed two cups from the drain and set to make tea for the both of them.
Kate came into the room humming to herself and a content smile stretched over her face. Orlando handed her a cup and she made a face at him as he put honey in his.
“Do you have any idea how many calories and carbs are in one drop of that?” she asked disdainfully.
“It’s ok. I need the fat. My trainer said I’ve dropped some weight, and I need to get it up. Who was on the phone?” he said as he stirred his tea.
“Oh, that was just Mary. She was asking me if I wanted to go out shopping this afternoon.” She said as she pulled out a cigarette. “I told her about three.”
He sometimes wondered if he was the one who she thought about when she was with these other men. He wondered if he had more wit, or a better kiss. If he even came close to having a hotter touch, or being a better fuck. He wondered where they fucked as well. He knew he was able to see past everything else that had happened, even the controversy over Kate’s weight. But he must just be a glutton for punishment.
All of the teen girls who idolized him and made him into this icon of testosterone supposedly loved him. He wondered if one of them would be better than the hell he was experiencing. But after being mobbed and attacked constantly he didn’t see the point of subjecting himself, or anyone else, to that.
Orlando stood and with a brief look back at the figure, he slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall. As he entered the living room a photo caught his eye. It had been taken as he, Sean and Viggo were being transported to a set. His arms were wrapped around Viggo, as his legs lay across Beanie’s thighs. He reached up and touched the image of Viggo's jaw remembering the stubble of Aragorn’s beard, the silk of his lips, and the joy of their lovemaking. If only he could erase what had transpired when they all left.
There was one major difference between Kate and Viggo, besides the gender issue. Kate was a harlequin. She changed her face and costume to fit her role in the tabloids. Skinnier is better- Kate loses fifty pounds, blondes are better- Kate dyed her hair the most blonde her stylist could manage. The list went on and on. With Viggo on the other hand, he was someone who wasn’t affected by the tabloids and what everyone thought. If he had some errand he needed to run, he wouldn’t dress up, he would just go in what he had on. Maybe that was his mistake - that he went to the opposite extreme after he and Viggo broke up.
Moving away from the picture, Orlando picked up his cell. He wanted to call someone for help. Anyone who would maybe have some suggestion as to what to do. He paced the room a few times, checking the time repeatedly wondering if it was too late to call someone, as the numbers 10:17 glared revoltingly from the grandmother clock on the mantle.
Making his choice, Orlando flipped open his phone, his heart beating faster and faster, and dialed.
“Sean, mate? It’s Orli. Do you have a few? I need someone to talk to.”
Edit- It has been brought to my attention that this does not sound like a VigOrli fic. Yes, this is does have a happy ending, and I will restate for the record- THIS FIC IS NOT NICE TO KATE.
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Date: 2006-08-15 07:08 am (UTC)"He must be a glutton for punishment... - let's hope Sean and Viggo will help him past those feelings!!
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Date: 2006-08-15 11:21 am (UTC)Lyn