Fic: The Light in the Dark

[ex-salwood.livejournal.com]

Title: The Light in the Dark
Author: salwood
Rating: 15
Pairing: Domlijah
Summary: This story is set during 1943 and the Second World War. Along with thousands of other men who had signed up to fight, Dominic and Elijah found themselves being drafted down the pits, and into a life of 'industrial slavery'
Disclaimer: Although the facts are real, the characters are not.



( The Light in the Dark )

Fic: Controlled 17/45

[v-angelique.livejournal.com]

Title: Controlled (17/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series and this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, bondage, first-time sex
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Later in the evening of the party, Elijah and Viggo decide to explore.
A/N: Ahem. Look up at that rating. Yep.

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( Chapter Seventeen )

FIC: Shadowing My Dreams 4/5 (Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, PG-13)

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

Shadowing My Dreams 4/5
Author: padawanhilary and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG
Word Count:Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Summary: Orlando finally asks Viggo for his name and, in a roundabout way, learns just who the mysterious man in his dreams is.

Notes: Because we love us a nice cliché, we've decided to try our hands at a Viggo/Orlando ghost fic. The title is from the song "Ghost" by the Indigo Girls.

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"The attic. You need to look in the attic."

FIC: These Things and Many More (Viggo/Dom/Orlando, R)

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Title: These Things and Many More
Author: feelforfaith
Pairing: Viggo/Dom/Orlando
Rating: R
Word count: 1,610
Summary: If Viggo had to choose between them, he wouldn't be able to.

He sketches Dom's hands with an analytical eye of an artist, perfecting the lines and the shadows; later, he traces them with his fingertips, possessively, blurring the pencil marks as if that could blur the sharp edges of need in his belly.