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buggerthis22.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-03-29 07:39 am
New Fic
Title: The Art of Con
Author: The Chad
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know these people... and I am a complete liar!
Warnings: Angst, violence, sex... and did I mention angst?
Notes: AU where Elijah is a young con artist but he'd the best in the biz. Please read! I really hope you like it!
Summary: Orlando has been doing con since he was ten and wants to visit the states for another playing ground and perhaps more challenges. Yet what happens when you miz business with pleasure?
The young man weaved through the crowd toward customs. The people that shoved past him were a blur in all their American glory. Of course, there were others. There were people like him who were only visiting; people ready to get their feet wet.
"Passport," A hand on his chest stopped him. The curley-haired brunette reluctently handed the booklet over. The guard inspected it throughly. "All right, Mr. Bloom," He grunted and thrust the book back at Orlando, "Welcome to LA-X."
Orlando smiled at the stout man and moved on.
"What is the purpose of your visit?" The woman behind the counter asked, taking the passport from his preoffered hand. "Business or pleasure?"
"Well, Liv," He consulted her nametag.
"A little of both?" She quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Never mix business with pleasure," Orlando smoothed the navy blue suit he wore.
"But of course," She beamed and handed the passport back to him. "Welcome to America; enjoy your stay."
"Oh, I will," Orlando's voice promised. He walked away from the counter and into the sea of people. "I certinally will."
A/N: The prologue is short but I swear it gets longer!
Author: The Chad
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't know these people... and I am a complete liar!
Warnings: Angst, violence, sex... and did I mention angst?
Notes: AU where Elijah is a young con artist but he'd the best in the biz. Please read! I really hope you like it!
Summary: Orlando has been doing con since he was ten and wants to visit the states for another playing ground and perhaps more challenges. Yet what happens when you miz business with pleasure?
The young man weaved through the crowd toward customs. The people that shoved past him were a blur in all their American glory. Of course, there were others. There were people like him who were only visiting; people ready to get their feet wet.
"Passport," A hand on his chest stopped him. The curley-haired brunette reluctently handed the booklet over. The guard inspected it throughly. "All right, Mr. Bloom," He grunted and thrust the book back at Orlando, "Welcome to LA-X."
Orlando smiled at the stout man and moved on.
"What is the purpose of your visit?" The woman behind the counter asked, taking the passport from his preoffered hand. "Business or pleasure?"
"Well, Liv," He consulted her nametag.
"A little of both?" She quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Never mix business with pleasure," Orlando smoothed the navy blue suit he wore.
"But of course," She beamed and handed the passport back to him. "Welcome to America; enjoy your stay."
"Oh, I will," Orlando's voice promised. He walked away from the counter and into the sea of people. "I certinally will."
A/N: The prologue is short but I swear it gets longer!