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Title: Pirate Prince, Part 2
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orli; David/Karl
Warning: Alternate Universe
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them; don't know them. All this is a figment of my sick imagination.

Summary: Karl & Orli = pirates; David & Viggo = navy officers. A tale of unlikely attraction between very different people

Author's note: Karl/David will be in the next chapter. Will see if I get enough courage to write a love scene. Kind of more necessary to do that in the next chapter than here. I was going to do it here, but I chickened out to make it an R rating chapter.

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Title: Thank God For Fish Tanks and Bottles.
Author: Rabbit
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: Pg-13 (sexual situations)
Disclaimer: Owning neither of these people. Pure work of fiction.
Notes: This is a quick and dirty piece. Unbeta'd. It came from layering a cd of Viggo reading his poetry over some trance mix dance club house music, which is very trippy to do. It's an attempt to tell a story by obsessing/focusing on the details.

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Thank God For Fish Tanks and Bottles
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Something motivates you. Some half formed idea of what people should do. How the two of us should mesh our lives and personalities into a blissful union-the kind celebrated by nineteen-year-old girls with the latest copy of 'Brides' and young hobbits that collapse into fits of helpless giggles when they find spaces that cameras haven't discovered yet. You still live in that hope, but I've met it face to face, and it's afraid to look me in the eye anymore.

Standing at the sink in a pair of cut off jeans, unraveled fringe of white threads dangling against your thighs. The subtle taint of dried seawater drifts between us, crystallized in delicate patterns because you refused to take a shower after an afternoon spent surfing the waves and just pulled them on over damp skin. They've dried stiff and slightly crunchy. If you were Henry, I'd say--change them, but paternal edicts have no place here in my kitchen when you're not wearing a shirt.

Later, I'll lay you on the bed and trace the map of the day with my tongue. I won't miss anything, not the joke about the groundhog and the two nuns that Billy told before lunch, or the time that Dominic tackled Elijah in order to see him struggle halfheartedly in the sand beneath him, because the best parts are caught in your stifled laugh when I count the pulse throbbing underneath the crease between your leg and pubic bone. When you turn your face into the pillow and groan as I proceed West, I'll know how much you've missed me today.

You've tossed the dishtowel haphazardly over your shoulder; arms plunged into the sink until fragile peaks of suds cling to your elbows. I don't know when it became such a natural expectation to see you here, performing domestic chores. I could try to count back chronologically, pin an exact date, but it seems like such a waste of time. I'd much rather study the anatomy of your back when you lean over to stare at the bottom of the pot you've been scrubbing for the past five minutes.

"You'll scrub the coating off the bottom of the pan." I warn as I pick up a head of lettuce, reluctantly refocusing my attention to the cutting board and the knife, and the fingers I'd like to keep intact. My priorities may be carnal, but my survival instinct is sharper than ever.

"I know how to wash a dish," you say. I know exactly the smirk that accompanies it, because I think I've memorized it.

I remember that enthusiasm from when I was your age, but I never did get a handle on the confidence. It still flickers in and out at inconvenient times, but I'm getting better. It comes so naturally for you. I think I envy you for that.

"Just concentrate on your own business, old man."

You'll pay for that later. Surely you must know that? I don't bother to suppress the smile your teasing brings out, just dip my head and line the curly leaves of lettuce against the heel of my hand so that they're easier to chop symmetrically. The blade is sharp, cutting fine ravines into the wood block underneath. I don't even check to see if you're watching, if you care what you're stirring. I'm sure you know, and I suspect that's why you do it.

I've stopped trying to understand what we are, or what we'll become. I've made that mistake before. This time I think I just want to see what unfolds.

Easily Enough -- NC-17 -- MO/DM

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Title: Easily Enough
Author: Chevauchée [renjenri]
Pairing: Miranda Otto/Dominic Monaghan (yes, het *sigh* hope this doesn't get me tossed out)
Summary: "The greatest pleasure I have ever known is when my eyes meet the eyes of a mate over the top of two foaming glasses of beer" Henry Lawson, Australian legend
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Wasn't there, don't know them. This never happened. Jingle belongs to XXXX Brewers, Queensland, Australia. Don't own them either. Got 73 cents to my name. Don't sue, it'll do you no good.
Distribution: Ask.
Feedback: Is welcome.
Notes: Inspired by the CLM taste challenge. Timeline is fluid. Thanks to Regret for beta. Ok, this is now the fic with no home, since it's ineligible for CLM. I think I've seen het here before, so I'm risking posting it. If I need to delete it, lemme know.

( She laughs then, he sounds so pitiful she can't stop herself.  )

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[banausos.livejournal.com]

Author: Becca (Ox Jupiter xO@aol.com)
Pairing: Domlijah (EW/DM)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Don't know them. Don't own them. Not true as far as I know.
Notes: Bailey rules my world, she was also kind enough to be my beta, and give this a title. Right. It's also my first lotrips, and my first drabble. Be kind.

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New RPS/FPS Community For SB/VM

[karelian]

Certain Minions (cinzia, viva_gloria) and certain Interested Parties Who May Wish To Remain Nameless have suggested repeatedly that there really should be a LiveJournal community that's all-Sean-and-Viggo, all-the-time. So to oblige, we present:

rugbytackle!

Come share your RPS, your FPS, your icons and the love.

Ficlet: "Secrets" VM/OB/KU, PG rating

[bionic.livejournal.com]

Title: Secrets
Author: Meixia
Pairing: VM/OB/KU
Summary: There are secrets in the bedroom, behind closed doors.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, making no profit, not true.
Archive: if you want it, sure. just ask :)
Feedback is welcomed!
Notes: This was sitting on my journal, un-beta'd, and getting nowhere fast. Thought it might catch a little sun here. Just something my over worked brain spewed out on the spurr of the moment, so sorry if it seems a little rushed. I can't seem to help it. Also, told from Karl's POV. Pretend Viggo and Orli shared a house together at one time; it'll make things easier ;)

( Your palms feel sweaty, and your jeans are constricted, but your dress shirt hides your interest. And you don’t know what to say. You hadn’t planned this far. )