FIC: Amenable, Dom/Elijah

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Title: Amenable
Author: strongplacebo
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Yes, Sir, kissing_athelas, Sir *salutes* Seven drabbles. Because everyone loves a fic with seven hundred words. Unbeata'd because it's three o'clock in the morning. Rubbish title for same reason.

"Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band deserves to be the biggest selling Beatles album of all time,"

AZURE. Chaper 24/33 (Domlijah - VigOrli --AU)

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AZURE. By Saura.
Domlijah. VigOrli. AU

Previous chapters

ZURE. PART 24. R ~ CONTAGIOUS.

Deadly Connections (16/25)

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Title: Deadly Connections (16/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (nbula.rising@gmail.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (NC-17 this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/Various others
Beta: The wonderful Namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: We know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, Minor character death, Violence, M/M sex,
A/N: A large thanks to our artists-Cat (dreamerswings42) for the icon, and both Cat (dreamerswings42) and Tina (taz34) for the lovely banners
Summary: There's a killer of young men on the loose. It's up to Sean to find him. But things are not quite what they seem.

Chapter 16

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Fic: Thirty Forever (1/1)

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Title: Thirty Forever (1/1)
Author: laeglass
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: R, just to be safe
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, no profit.
A/N: Inspired by the rumour of Viggo actually attending Orlando’s birthday party. I’m pretty sure this is not what happened, but then we’ll probably never know. Not beta’d.

Thirty Forever

FIC: Where Things End Up (Billy/Viggo)

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Title: Where Things End Up
Author: feelforfaith
Pairing: Billy/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 623
Summary: It doesn't matter who gets their hands all over Viggo.

Billy sinks deeper into the corner of the sofa where he's parked himself conveniently next to the makeshift bar on the table and throws back his whisky.