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Friday, April 27th, 2007
3:42 pm
scrapes off the rust.
it's friday, i'm at work, and bored.

how bout some drive by porn?

orlijah, nc-17, 97 words...
Saturday, March 31st, 2007
11:16 pm
Misunderstood 6
Title: Misunderstood 6
Author: Molly (spillingvelvet)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Summary: Elijah was on the case!
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the characters represented in these stories, nor do I make any money in the stories creation.
A/N: Beta by the miraculous abundantlyqueer and the majestic talesinbloom. I am sure several of you out there assumed this was dead in the water, and I am truly sorry for the length of time between these final chapters. This series is essentially complete, but I reserve the right to add bits at any point in the nebulous future. SO THERE. If you are unfamiliar with this story, the links to all the rest of the chapters are listed at the end of this.

Part Six

Current Mood: accomplished
Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
2:27 pm
third part of what i wrote uh...last week.
Orlando/Elijah, NC-17, complete annihilation of the art of drabbling
beta'd by violettefemme

HungerCollapse )
Sunday, February 4th, 2007
8:09 pm
Renovation II
Renovation II
SEX!!! (as requested :P)

Renovation IICollapse )
1:49 pm
2:19 pm
author's note: ew/ob, pornographic, au. elijah could be underage, depending on how you interpret the title.

take care, viggo said. the water is safe enough, but some strange things wash up in the surf.

California, 1998Collapse )
12:11 am
More fic from me!
warning: angst

betrayalCollapse )
Saturday, February 3rd, 2007
10:26 pm
for orlijahconclave moot night!

ob/ew - nc17

11:00 pm
inspired by spillingvelvet
TouchCollapse )
9:31 pm
in honor of saturday night's main dish...
"What's that?"




"You made pork?"


"For me to eat?"

"That's the plan."

Elijah's eyelids lowered. He moved closer to the range where Orlando stood, dribbling steaming juice over the loin. His chest stopped just inches from his lover's arm. He looked up through hooded lashes at Orlando's profile.

"I like a hot pork."

Orlando turned his attention away from the dish to take in younger boy. His brown eyes locked with the swirling depths of ocean blue. The clank echoed in the kitchen as he quickly rested the spoon onto the dish. For a moment, the meal was abandoned. He quirked his lips, and brought his mouth within a shallow breath of Elijah's bow lips. A shaky sigh is released from the smaller boy. Orlando's smile widens.

"I'm aware. That's why we won't be eating till later."
10:13 pm
fic: orange, orlando/elijah, spicy!
title: orange
pairing: orlando/elijah
rating: spicy
beta: abundantlyqueer
author note: written partly before, but mostly this weekend of moot.

( Orlando sleeps deeply and dreamlessly. )
8:27 pm
8:01 pm
A little bit of the adore verse for our orlijah conclave moot!

Orlijah, R for language, unbetad, sorry...

Read more...Collapse )
5:53 pm
random orlijah au
OB/EW, New York, today

RennovationCollapse )
5:32 pm
A Band drabble, written on talesinbloom's computer, with the majorly sarcastic prompt of "cape" from her and abundantlyqueer.

"Oh My God." Orli stared. Blinked. Twice. "Where did you get that?"

Elijah grinned wickedly, shifting to make the white fabric of the cape ripple. "It's last year's Drum Major uniform. I stole it from Billy." He shifted again, noticing the way Orli's eyes followed the move. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it?" Orli repeated, incredulous. "Why are you checking your mail while wearing a cape?"

Elijah raised his eyebrows. "Is there something else I should be doing?"

"I have a few ideas," Orli admitted, finally regaining the ability to move in order to drag Elijah home by tail of his cape.
5:48 pm
Not quite PWP
Result of the suggested words "drizzled" and "fluctuate" from wynterhawk and geniusartist respectively:

Food porn...Collapse )
4:55 pm
3:56 pm
Elijah gropes through mists for cigarettes. Behind the pounding of his hangover is a nebulous thought, elusive as a wriggling minnow. Something about - loud music. Sloppy kisses. Searching fingers. Lots of friction. Holy shit.

He heaves himself up, looking cautiously around. No sign of anyone else - no used condom, discarded clothes, empty booze bottles. OK, just a dream. A mind-blowing, orgasmic wish-fulfillment.

Settling back against the pillow, he thoughtfully lights up.

Sure had felt real, though. God, I'm pathetic.

His puff turns into choking.

Orlando, all long sleek naked tan limbs, dangles leather cuffs. "Ready for another go?"
3:04 pm
les pêcheurs de perles
author’s note: ob/ew, pornographic

Sri Lanka, February 2007Collapse )
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