I laughed, I cried, it changed my life...YOU enter the Shrine!!
Sooooo....Happy New Year!!!
I thought it was important to do something special to celebrate the end of 2003, the year in which I was thrown into LJ and discovered my home away from home.
Following the example of some of my lovely f-list, I decided a rec list was in order.
Of course, being me, I can't just post any old rec list. There's a story, here, to be told, about what each of these fics meant to me and how they moved me, and I'll give you a taste of what all the fuss is about. With me so far?? Good!!
I hope not to offend any of **YOU**...goodness knows if you're a slashy writer you're on my f-list 'cause I loved something you've written. And there is a LOT of good fic out there...impossible to name them all. So I kept it to the things that were milestones of sorts for me, that made me murderously jealous of the writer's talents, that took me to a new place, or all of the above, really.
So I hope you'll join me on my journey with words and pictures, and a look back at the fics that made my 2003 soooo special!!
(Please take note of ratings/warnings when you follow the link. Much of what is here, and quoted here, is NC-17. Excerpts belong to the authors; please do let me know if I've made any errors in credit or content, or if you want your work removed. Thank you for sharing your fic with all of us!!)
I started the list in alphabetical order just to get it down, then decided that was the fairest and most interesting way to leave it...there's lots of different pairings here, different styles, and I hope maybe I can turn you all on to at least one new thing you haven't seen!!
First up...
Everyone knows I'm a VigOrliBean whore. And if you don't, well, now you do. *G* But good writing has tempted me to other pairings, and this next one is a prime example. The story is perfect, a deliciously slow build-up as the characters have their first go at same-sex love. It's funny, the dialogue is perfect, it's so hot your monitor will start to smoke, and it adds a touch of sweetness with a very light hand that maintains the realism.
And this is one of the best, most likeable Lij's I've ever read!
abundantlyqueer
See Under Clue, Getting A. (Orli/Lij)
Elijah loves loves loves that Orli's losing control, finally moving without regard or reflection, focused purely on what he wants. Elijah hates that getting Orli to this point inevitably drags Elijah into the maelstrom along with him. Any minute now Elijah will lose sight of Orli, lose the hyperimage of Orli's head thrown back among the pillows, his lips drawn back from his teeth, his eyes slitted. Any minute now Elijah will lose the broken little sounds caught low in Orli's throat, and the smell of Orli's skin -- lose everything except touch. His only experience of Orli will be through his skin, Orli on and in and under his skin. Elijah jerks harder and faster against Orli, determined to drive him over the edge before Elijah falls himself. He feels the gearshift in Orli's body, how he stops struggling for or against what's happening to his body and just surrenders. Orli's hands move to Elijah's shoulders, to the nape of Elijah's neck, clinging to him, and Orli lifts his head from the pillow, seeking refuge for his face in the curve of Elijah's throat, his breath scouring and burning Elijah's skin.
"Oh ... God ... help me," he rasps.
makesmewannadie has kindly cataloged the entire series **HERE**
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Realms away is this exquisite AU. This series has broken my heart in so many good ways, made the tears fall unchecked, and made me breathless with longing on the character's behalf. It is impossible to truly describe what a wonder these fics are. I cling to fics like this, that move me so much I think about them for days after...
asynje
But the Night Must Fall (AU series) (Viggo/Sean)
(I recommend starting with the larger piece, the 2-parter titled Slave and Free, and Dreams and Darkness)
Sean could feel the fierce stinging in his eyes as he tried to find the words for what was inside him. The thing inside so big that there was no room for him at times. But he didn’t know those words and so he merely stood there, helplessly repeating, “Let me come.”
Viggo came closer and let his fingers trail gently down Sean’s cheek. “They would hew you down and I don’t want that to happen.” He smiled at Sean and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of tears hiding in Sean’s mouth.
“You are the sun to me, and I shall sing your name while I die.”
Okay, I'm crying again. Get your hankies and go **HERE** for a listing of all the parts of the series.
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I think this is first time I sent a fangirly email to a writer. I found this one while skipping back through the rugbytackle archives, and couldn't hold back my praise. I had never read anything so entertainingly quirky, with Viggo and Sean behaving, well, like men prolly truly behave, messy, inelegant, and well, manly. The pace just keeps you flying along and the descriptions are so unique...the author is a master of unusual metaphor...heh...
Did I mention they were hot??
There's a series with these particular characters, but this is the first one I fangirled over and I think it's still my fave...
Childeproof
No Harm Done (Viggo/Sean)
...Viggo's gaze slithers below Sean's face, and Sean gets down to trying to talk himself out of the sly prod of lust. He would watch videos of Viggo's films while beating a steel mallet off his own head if it would do any good.
Sean gets to his feet, wrapping his towel more tightly around him.
Viggo's silence is dense with expectation.
It doesn't help that the two of them are closer than Sean likes, crammed together in the smallness and mess of the trailer. The thrum of space closes and yaws between potentially unavoidable small contacts, accidental brushes of shoulder or hip.
Rain is beating on the roof in rhythmic gusts.
"All right, I have. Been avoiding you. I also have to go now." It's amazing what your mouth can say while you are thinking something entirely different.
Run right now over **HERE** for links to the whole series...
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This one...heh...this is one of the first fics to ever go in my memories file. And I still go back to it, like a little delicious Godiva box of smut waiting for me in the corner...mmmm.... This is when I discoverd that, yes, a bit of spanking actually was quite sexy in fic. Well, especially sexy when this author is writing about it... I worship MUCH of her work, but this is one of the first ones to take me to a place I hadn't been before and so I had to include it.
cinzia
High (Sean/Viggo)
Viggo gasps, hands closing into tight fists. He tries to stay still--or to move and get up--and he only manages to squirm. He squirms over his friend's knees, and Sean says, so quietly Viggo could almost think he's just imagined it, just dreamed Sean's voice so soft, so rough--Sean says, "Tell me to stop," not a question any more now, not really a plea. Not even close, perhaps.
*smolders* *fans self* Yep, read it a hundred times; still sexy!! Get the rest of the naughty goodness **HERE**
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Oh yeah. Once again, not my usual pairing, but this is one damn fine fic. I believe this is the first of this author's fics I read--it was recced to me and oh how glad I was to find it. Goth Orli just strikes way too many of my chords...whooo... *pants in unladylike fashion* And I was well and truly amazed at this author's talent at descriptions--it put me *right* there in the fic, and I can still get this overwhelming feeling of red and black and mesh and lipstick just from looking at the title.
This was also something I tried to learn from, where it is apparent that something can be mind-blowingly erotic without being very explicit at all. The sexual tension in this, the dynamic between all three characters--just left me in total awe.
cupiscent
Leaving It (Orli/Dom, Lij)
He offered the bottle of water, and Dom figured it was probably a good idea at this point. He lifted the bottle, and noticed that Orlando's lipstick had left red smears over the neck. He rubbed it off on his palm before drinking.
Orli laughed. "What, don't want to wear my lipstick?"
Dom passed the bottle back. "Didn't we have this conversation at the start of the night?" He looked down the bar, trying to catch the bartender's eye.
"But this is different." Orlando's voice was quiet, close enough to Dom's ear that he could still hear it, even with the thumping music. Close enough to raise every hair on the back of his neck and make Dom's fingers whiten against the bar. Orlando was pressed against him in the crowd, knee to hip to shoulder, and murmuring in his ear fit to melt chocolate. Fit to melt Dom. And he was saying: "This is my lipstick."
Read more **HERE**
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This is one of the first betas I did, and it was an absolute joy working with these two authors, whom I've come to admire so much. Their enthusiasm for their subjects and the writing, and their unbelievable talent that shines through despite English not being their first language, it's just amazng.
This is one of those pieces that is so multilayered, which is incredible considering it's only a double drabble. Look hard as you read--there's a lot going on and it's just beautiful.
(But girls, I have to tell you, I still prefer the original answer to Orli's question...the moment the color faded, and the dream ended.)
delica and dd2_edge
The Artist (Viggo/Orli implied)
Read it **HERE**
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What a joy it was to friend this next author...her prolific nature, what she good-naturedly refers to as "spamming", got me through many a boring day at work. She handles smut, schmoop, and angst equally well, and I think I would say her trademark is good conversation--her boys may take a while to get up the courage to speak, but when they do their words are meaningful and moving.
This is the first series of hers that I read, and it's got all of the above. It was also one of the first darker fics I read, and she did it so well I came creeping back for more.
heathcee
Not his fault and sequels... (Sean/Viggo)
Enough, he thinks one night, as he and Viggo are having a drink at Viggo's cabin. Enough is enough, he thinks as he watches Viggo standing in front of the window, barefoot (now there's a surprise) and wearing only faded black jeans. More than enough, he thinks, as Viggo turns and smiles that planet-tilting, groin-igniting, fuckmeoverthesofa smile. And without a word Sean is out of his chair, his hands on Viggo's waist turning him against the wall, pressing his body up close to Viggo's, breathing deeply - inhaling his scent.
*guh* Oh yes, I remember why I liked it so much...*G*
The series links: (ETA: She's locked up a lot of her stuff, so you'll have to ask if you can peek at these...)
Not his fault
The Morning After
Jealousy
Three Little Wishes
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This one is a BIGGIE. Turned me inside out and right around and I'm still not exactly sure what hit me. Up to this point I'd read some stuff that had elements of BDSM in it, but this is the first time I actually started to *get* it. The psychology, the motivations, the reason that people engage in it.
It hits on some of my squicks in a major way, and until very recently I was never able to read all of the segments, but I kept with it because this Viggo and particularly this Sean are such amazingly intense, deep, developed characters and the story explores their dynamic so intimately...there was no way I could tear myself away from it.
This is one of the fics I go back to again and again, and each time I do I learn more and see more and grow to love Sean and Viggo even more. One of the authors teased me that she was glad I found Sean so "captivating"...hee...and it's definitely the truth. I can't stop looking at him, and I'm so glad he appears in prequel series as well...
helens78 and dragonkal
Captivation (Viggo/Sean)
(Episodes 10 & 12 are favorites, and 11 still scares the crap out of me...but the quote is from 4: "Kiss")
Sean comes up into a kneel, putting his hands behind his back; meeting Viggo's eyes is, again, difficult, but he does it anyway. He's starting to ache with arousal again, and that feeling is itself worth the humiliation of having asked for this; whether he gets the kiss or not, he's gotten something.
Viggo takes Sean's face in his hands, gently tilting his face up a little, and presses his lips to Sean's, his tongue sliding deeply into Sean's mouth with slow, easy grace.
Moaning softly, Sean responds in kind, his tongue rubbing gently against Viggo's, deferent but certainly not hesitant. The soft strokes of his tongue are meant to let Sean learn Viggo's taste, very slowly, but it's more than that; he can feel a spark, a chemistry, something that's happening because he's allowing it to happen. He doesn't know if he wants it, precisely, but he knows he's not going to fight it. And oh, God, Viggo can kiss; Sean is glad beyond words that he put pride aside and asked for this.
*melts*
Links to the chapters can be found **HERE**
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This was another off-pairing that got recced to me and I practically laughed my arse off. I also turned incredibly green with jealousy, because the story is so tightly paced, all the characters are vivid and hilarious, and somewhere in all the over-the-top comedy it manages to be unbelievably sexy.
Yes, that's right, it's the famous "Billy reading the phonebook fic". Billy is priceless in this and I could SO see it happening, and the Dom/Orli subplot is making me giggle inanely even now.
inbetweens
In which Billy Boyd says stuff (Billy/Lij, Dom/Orli)
Sometimes he was rescued from the readings. Billy reached the O's the next afternoon, and whispered them into his ear as Peter muttered improvements at the script in his hands. The breath on his skin prickled thousands of hairs and tugged at nerves Elijah hadn't even known existed, tempting him to squirm, scream, beg. Possibly all of the above. "Orwell, Katrina. Four hundred twenty two Grey Street. Osborne, Melanie. One thousand twenty-three Partridge Drive." It was torture. He tried to listen to Peter, standing as tall as possible and not thinking about it (not thinking about it not thinking about it not thinking not thinking), but Billy's lips were grazing his ear and his hard consonants thrust against his skull. "Osmond, Cl-"
Finally, Peter put his hands on his hips and put a stop to it. "For the love of God, Billy. I realize that half the cast would kill for a blowjob from Elijah Wood, but I've got a movie to film. Hobbits don't blow hobbits. Tolkein would crawl out of his grave and strangle you if anyone told him you were doing this in your Pippin costume. Not only are you distracting Elijah and yourself, the entire cast is salivating at the mental images. Save it for your own time."
*sporfle* Giggle your way through the rest **HERE**
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Another biggie. This is the first fic that made me cry like a baby. This is when I truly realized how great fanfic could be...that it could be complicated and beautiful as well as erotic. I remember being so stunned by its dark quality and it was a bit rough compared to what I'd read up to that point--physically and emotionally. Orli's submissiveness to the emotionally scarred Sean is the stuff good angst is made out of...and I ended up loving them so much. I almost fainted when she wrote a sequel for me and thalassatx.
jennandanica
Dark Blend (Sean/Orli)
Orli shudders. Spreads his legs even wider. Offers himself up to whatever Sean wants. Anything. He will do anything. And there should be shame in this. He should feel humiliated. But he doesn’t. Wants this. Want Sean more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life and he will take him anyway he can get him. And this. This appeals to something deep and dark inside him, something that only began to reveal itself when he offered to let Sean consume him. Something that absolutely revels in this feeling of being taken, of losing control.
Get links to the goodness **HERE**
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aha!!! This one was a milestone, to be sure. I'd only read a couple slash and they were pretty tame, and then I happened upon this gem. I almost had a heart attack.
This is when the seeds for my triumvirate of squee were planted. They were just so tempting, and sexy, and I thought I'd never get the courage up to write something so deliciously dirty! (how soon we overcome...lol)
And it wasn't just the smut, either--I was in awe of the talent behind it, because writing from the pov of someone who's been blindfolded--and doing it masterfully--well, that's something to be proud of. I bow before you, dear author, and even though I know you'd rather not discuss this side of fanfic anymore, I couldn't exclude you, because it would be leaving out a big chunk of my inspiration to do so!!
karelian
Senseless (Orli/Sean/Viggo)
Today, though, he could feel Orlando crawling lower on the bed, his movements lighter and bouncier than Sean's. "I was hoping you'd let me fuck you," the younger man said, and Viggo felt the tremor that went through Sean's hand as it moved slowly up his own thigh.
"At the same time?" Viggo wanted to beg yes, please, and let me watch, but he couldn't do anything besides groan in frustration. Sean leaned close enough for Viggo to smell the traces of cigarette smoke in his hair and whispered, "Fancy that, do you?"
Wear comfortable clothes and read the rest **HERE** (friends-locked so you've got to get yourself on her list) (ETA: Unfortunately karelian has locked these away in the vault, so you'll just have to take my word for it. *sniff*)
*combusts* Yep. Still holds up. :P
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Must be honest. Much of this author's fic lives happily and prospers about 40 miles west of my squick line...but when she takes the ferry in for a visit, I get very excited. Even when she makes me cry.
I haven't dabbled much outside of LOTR for fanfic, but this author is always worth checking out so I let her suck me into the world of GoldenEye, and well, damn, she's just able to reach right into your chest and rip your heart out with these fics.
*places beating heart on counter*
lannamichaels
Ghosts (Alec/James)
James had loved Alec. And Alec, for his part, had given James everything he had ever wanted. Alec's hands had been large and his fingers longer than normal. James could still feel them stretching him, invading him, testing his limits until he begged mercy. Ghosts didn't care for deadlines or daybreak.
Choosing this quote of course has nothing to do with the fact that Sean played Alec and I have a huge Sean hand fetish... nope, nothing at all to do with that...
Read it all **HERE**
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Repeat after me: AU's are good. Viggo is good. Orli is good. They can all be in one fic and just completely blow your mind (as well as each other).
This can't come as news to you, considering how many groupies for this fic there are out there, but this list wouldn't be complete without it. In a way it stands out because it's in a pairing that many people steer clear of due to the rampant stereotypes perpetuated in the fics, but damn if this one doesn't just shoot all those conventions to hell. C'mon, Viggo and Orli as rock stars? How can you resist?
And even though these two characters are so hot that you need a fire extinguisher next to your monitor, what really makes this fic stand out is the fully developed story behind it, the psychology of the characters, the struggle to make it in the music business, the joy/difficulty of writing music, working with a partner...it's carefully paced and so beautifully smutty without feeling contrived or rushed.
This is another of those series you can go back to again and again!!
lennongirl and jenlynn820
Unnecessary Evils (Viggo/Orlando)
"This isn't really what you want to get your hands on though, is it?" he rasped.
Orlando let out a breathless laugh, felt goosebumps pop up on his skin, felt his nipples harden, his cock twitch. It was just a reflex reaction, Orlando was sure. He'd lusted after Viggo for so long when he was a kid that now that he was near him, this was only to be expected. But Orlando was not interested in fucking a fossil. He moved forward, laid the guitar down gently and turned, getting right in Viggo's personal space, their bodies almost touching. Orlando brought his mouth close to Viggo's. He saw what he knew he would see in Viggo's eyes. Lust, need, want. Damn, the man was still bloody sexy... Orli pushed that thought down. "Viggo, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not into necrophilia," he said.
Viggo laughed and stepped back. "You're a conceited little fucker. I was referring to the Rickenbacker," he said smoothly, retrieving the instrument from the corner.
Oh yeah. Series links **HERE** (you'll have to scroll down her page to find it!)
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Ahhh, my dear dear friend. So many fics to choose from, and believe me, the cognac!fic was struggling to win. *G* But I had to choose this one because it was written for me, and is such an amazing experimental piece, is funny and so unbelievably hot, and I still want to put on a beret and stand on a small stage in a coffee house and recite it aloud...
milochka
The Transaction (Sean/Viggo)
...and Sean snips himself free, (figuratively speaking again, of course) telling Viggo to do the same just for tonight, even though I'm offering no warranty but boy will I ever make it worth your while, just watch (all this said in a low, seductive growl and thick British accent, which Viggo's always been a sucker for) and, well, who could resist such a tempting one-time-only offer, especially when said seller is suddenly grinding his worldly goods against the buyer just so, trafficking in pleasure and lust and sinfully hot promises -- and, whoa, is that a hand, crossing the border there?
*jumps up and down, giggling and clapping hands* God, I still love this one SO much!! heeee...
Read the entire sentence **HERE**
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ALERT ALERT Hand fetish, hand fetish. Yes, please. More, please. I love so much of this author's work, but this one has to be framed and worshiped and drooled over again and again. Once again I admire the skill of bringing in other characters for cameos and making such perfect use of them, and the descriptions in this are so delectable and erotic...
*drools*
moldava
Fingers (Sean/Viggo)
Viggo’s eyes widened in surprise, innocent obliviousness melting under the sensual, suggestive movements of Sean’s mouth and tongue on his fingers. The wetter his fingers got under Sean’s ministrations, the more sensitive they became. It was as if his nerve endings were creeping out of his skin to flirt with Sean’s tongue.
*meep* Salivate over the rest **HERE**
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Here it is, folks, the reason for my journey into madness slash!!! My dear friend sent me an email warning me that something unexpected fic-wise was on its way to me, and she hoped it was okay. Then she sent a separate email containing the fic. I never got the warning email...lol. Luckily she'd mentioned it in previous convos, so I wasn't as surprised by the fic as I could have been! *G*
It was definitely a new experience. Hadn't really read much in the way of fanfic before this, and definitely not any slash. This was a lovely, gentle way to start. I got all titillated over the little details...this author is good for slipping in those subtly sexy moments that sneak up on you...and even though it didn't end up being a pairing I read very often, these boys were the ones that sucked me in and got me curious about the genre!! *hugs them* *hugs author*
quailquill
Open your eyes (Dom/Billy)
Across the table, Billy loses all sense of what Dom is saying as he begins to concentrate on the way Dom's mouth moves as he talks, the shadowy scruff of his goatee outlining the planes of his chin, the crooked smile that punctuates his comments. Combined with the light in his clear gray eyes, and the animated movements of his lithe fingers, the effect has rendered Billy quite deaf.
Read it all **HERE**
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Ah, my friend, my idol, my beta goddess. I've learned a lot from this author, and I hope it shows in my own work. Our styles are so very different, and it was a joy and challenge to do beta for her--even though I don't think I was quite worthy of the task! You can read this story once and have one idea, and read it again and have another...it's a wonderful story to just immerse yourself into and feel all the subtle points prickling your skin like goosebumps. All her work seems so quiet and unassuming, and then you're left at the end with an ache in your heart and your jaw on the floor.
Did I mention she's also quite hilarious?
sheldrake
Dispersion (Dom/Orli)
"You know, you talk such a load of shit." Dominic was looking surprised, like this had only just occurred to him, and Orlando giggled and choked slightly. Dominic was laughing, too, and holding onto the wooden rail; then they were just smiling, the laughter held in check, waiting for the right moment to break free again. And suddenly this thing was back, this impossible, intangible thing hanging in the air between them.
"Dom," said Orlando. "Dom."
"Yes," agreed Dominic. "That is my name."
"Ha. Dom. No, it's such a stupid name, it's so boring. I'm going to get you a new one. No, no, I think you need a new one. Yeah, from now on I'm going to call you... I'm going to call you Kitten Lips."
*snork* What did I tell you?? heeee...read it **HERE**, it's beautiful.
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Okay, technically this is cheating a bit as I just read this one, but I can't stop myself from reccing it. I don't read a lot of FPS, but I do enjoy it when I find a good one. This one is just...
*wibbles*
This is a true work of art. The most delectable smut, but with such an honest sensibility of how men are and what men in battle would need/want from another man, and how difficult it would have been in that society to truly find love with another man. There's so much beauty in these chapters, so much erotic and often down and dirty sex, and then such a compelling story that encompasses several characters and doesn't shortchange any of them. I felt like I was watching a miniseries, and a damn good one...I couldn't step away from it for hours.
And then the final chapter, I cried and cried and cried so much I didn't think I was gonna be able to stop. Even now I'm not quite ready to think about it in greater detail because the waterworks will start again. You must, must, must read this. The powerful love that weaves its way through these characters and binds them is just...well, like I said, it's a work of art.
stewardess_lotr
Shining One series (Boromir/OMC, Boromir/Faramir)
“I was surprised, that was all it was,” Boromir told himself sternly. “You confused him with Mardil for a moment. Nothing more.” And yet he found himself watching his brother with guilty delight as they walked and talked together that day. Faramir brushed against Boromir continually, touching his arms, his back, even placing a hand on his thigh when they sat down together. “He doesn’t know . . . he has always done this. It is nothing.”
Boromir went to bed that night distraught, for his desire had returned again and again. He lay down on the bed and imagined turning to see Faramir there again, his gold-red hair streaming over the pillow, his face wearing that familiar and yet curiously new half smile. He reached for himself and stroked furiously, picturing Mardil thrusting against his back. But the face changed, the eyes larger, a darker blue, the lips fuller, the hair redder. Boromir came in his hand, shame sweeping through him.
*meep*
Run over to the series, **HERE**
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Ah yes, another favorite from the memories list. Love to return to this one, and it's a piece to admire as well, for it takes a gifted writer to have all us jaded porny slash readers hot and bothered over the lead-up to a kiss.
It's funny, sweet, and damn sexy, and I've read it over and over again!
thingsunseen
Kissing (Viggo/Sean)
“Are you talking about a kiss on the mouth, then?”
Viggo could only nod. His voice was gone, locked in his dry throat.
Sean was still staring at him, but he didn’t look angry, nor did he look disgusted. He just looked like Sean, sturdy and calm and pensive.
And beautiful.
oooh, *pets pretty men* The rest is **HERE**
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I just fangirled all over viviandesblanc and probably terrified her. But I can't help it. I love her writing so much...there's such a wonderful realism to it, such great comedic timing, and beautifully indulgent sex. This series she co-authored is the ultimate high...whenever I've had a bad day I just run over and read one or more chapters and I get all giddy again. These two boys are sooo loveable and sooo shaggable and it's a perfectly described AU--I can picture myself in the room with them right now...
The Drinking Games Series (Sean/Viggo)
by Vivi and Nienor
Sean's eyes drifted southward, then slitted with contentment like a cat's as he surveyed the response his innuendo produced. "Right there," he murmured, and Viggo blinked as he fell to his knees without another murmur, his hands settling on Viggo's hips like they owned him.
He inhaled Viggo's half-hard cock with the most enthusiasm and the least skill Viggo could conjure in recent memory, but then skill didn't matter anymore because thought was gone and enthusiasm made up for a hell of a lot. Viggo cried out weakly, his knees wobbling before his brain made the adjustment between Sean standing there smirking and Sean on his knees sucking his cock like the world was coming to an end.
It's all **HERE**
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This was another of those great beta experiences...the author and I had four-hour long convos over this and dissected each plot nuance and character development like we were building a computer chip by chip. It was such an amazing experience; I feel like I lived with this fic, and got to watch all the pieces fall into place to form a captivating story. I was intrigued by her characters from the start and love the little nuances she gives them to tug at your heart in all the right ways.
vixalicious
Miseryhead (Sean/Orli)
The scenes ran quicker then, impatience tinged with lust speeding the frames. The long walk down the corridor to Sean’s room, “coincidently” across the hall from Orli’s own. The eager, trembling feel of Orli’s body as the door swung shut and locked them away from prying eyes and Orli all but leapt into his arms, knocking over his luggage and knocking him into the wall. Moans and sighs, from both of them, as each reacquainted himself with the body of a lover long absent. The blissful floating after, lying with his arms around Orli and his hands petting all the Orli parts he could reach, thinking that if it could always be like this, just them, all would be right with the world.
Read it all **HERE**
So there you have it, folks. My year in slash, and some of the beauty that went into making it so wonderful. Last and hopefully not least, I give you the result of these influences and experiences...
**My own stuff**
I think I'm proudest of "More or Less", and hopefully I'll be able to continue to learn from all you fine folks and my work will get even better.
Thank you all, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I look forward to reading more of your genius, and feel free to leave any recs of your own!!
(LJ Cut line taken from Vivi and Nienor's Drinking Games series.) Thanks to all the usual sources for pics, including The Orlando Bloom Files, Compleat Sean Bean, and Billy Boyd.net....
I thought it was important to do something special to celebrate the end of 2003, the year in which I was thrown into LJ and discovered my home away from home.
Following the example of some of my lovely f-list, I decided a rec list was in order.
Of course, being me, I can't just post any old rec list. There's a story, here, to be told, about what each of these fics meant to me and how they moved me, and I'll give you a taste of what all the fuss is about. With me so far?? Good!!
I hope not to offend any of **YOU**...goodness knows if you're a slashy writer you're on my f-list 'cause I loved something you've written. And there is a LOT of good fic out there...impossible to name them all. So I kept it to the things that were milestones of sorts for me, that made me murderously jealous of the writer's talents, that took me to a new place, or all of the above, really.
So I hope you'll join me on my journey with words and pictures, and a look back at the fics that made my 2003 soooo special!!
(Please take note of ratings/warnings when you follow the link. Much of what is here, and quoted here, is NC-17. Excerpts belong to the authors; please do let me know if I've made any errors in credit or content, or if you want your work removed. Thank you for sharing your fic with all of us!!)
I started the list in alphabetical order just to get it down, then decided that was the fairest and most interesting way to leave it...there's lots of different pairings here, different styles, and I hope maybe I can turn you all on to at least one new thing you haven't seen!!
First up...
Everyone knows I'm a VigOrliBean whore. And if you don't, well, now you do. *G* But good writing has tempted me to other pairings, and this next one is a prime example. The story is perfect, a deliciously slow build-up as the characters have their first go at same-sex love. It's funny, the dialogue is perfect, it's so hot your monitor will start to smoke, and it adds a touch of sweetness with a very light hand that maintains the realism.
And this is one of the best, most likeable Lij's I've ever read!
abundantlyqueer
See Under Clue, Getting A. (Orli/Lij)
Elijah loves loves loves that Orli's losing control, finally moving without regard or reflection, focused purely on what he wants. Elijah hates that getting Orli to this point inevitably drags Elijah into the maelstrom along with him. Any minute now Elijah will lose sight of Orli, lose the hyperimage of Orli's head thrown back among the pillows, his lips drawn back from his teeth, his eyes slitted. Any minute now Elijah will lose the broken little sounds caught low in Orli's throat, and the smell of Orli's skin -- lose everything except touch. His only experience of Orli will be through his skin, Orli on and in and under his skin. Elijah jerks harder and faster against Orli, determined to drive him over the edge before Elijah falls himself. He feels the gearshift in Orli's body, how he stops struggling for or against what's happening to his body and just surrenders. Orli's hands move to Elijah's shoulders, to the nape of Elijah's neck, clinging to him, and Orli lifts his head from the pillow, seeking refuge for his face in the curve of Elijah's throat, his breath scouring and burning Elijah's skin.
"Oh ... God ... help me," he rasps.
makesmewannadie has kindly cataloged the entire series **HERE**
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Realms away is this exquisite AU. This series has broken my heart in so many good ways, made the tears fall unchecked, and made me breathless with longing on the character's behalf. It is impossible to truly describe what a wonder these fics are. I cling to fics like this, that move me so much I think about them for days after...
asynje
But the Night Must Fall (AU series) (Viggo/Sean)
(I recommend starting with the larger piece, the 2-parter titled Slave and Free, and Dreams and Darkness)
Sean could feel the fierce stinging in his eyes as he tried to find the words for what was inside him. The thing inside so big that there was no room for him at times. But he didn’t know those words and so he merely stood there, helplessly repeating, “Let me come.”
Viggo came closer and let his fingers trail gently down Sean’s cheek. “They would hew you down and I don’t want that to happen.” He smiled at Sean and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of tears hiding in Sean’s mouth.
“You are the sun to me, and I shall sing your name while I die.”
Okay, I'm crying again. Get your hankies and go **HERE** for a listing of all the parts of the series.
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I think this is first time I sent a fangirly email to a writer. I found this one while skipping back through the rugbytackle archives, and couldn't hold back my praise. I had never read anything so entertainingly quirky, with Viggo and Sean behaving, well, like men prolly truly behave, messy, inelegant, and well, manly. The pace just keeps you flying along and the descriptions are so unique...the author is a master of unusual metaphor...heh...
Did I mention they were hot??
There's a series with these particular characters, but this is the first one I fangirled over and I think it's still my fave...
Childeproof
No Harm Done (Viggo/Sean)
...Viggo's gaze slithers below Sean's face, and Sean gets down to trying to talk himself out of the sly prod of lust. He would watch videos of Viggo's films while beating a steel mallet off his own head if it would do any good.
Sean gets to his feet, wrapping his towel more tightly around him.
Viggo's silence is dense with expectation.
It doesn't help that the two of them are closer than Sean likes, crammed together in the smallness and mess of the trailer. The thrum of space closes and yaws between potentially unavoidable small contacts, accidental brushes of shoulder or hip.
Rain is beating on the roof in rhythmic gusts.
"All right, I have. Been avoiding you. I also have to go now." It's amazing what your mouth can say while you are thinking something entirely different.
Run right now over **HERE** for links to the whole series...
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This one...heh...this is one of the first fics to ever go in my memories file. And I still go back to it, like a little delicious Godiva box of smut waiting for me in the corner...mmmm.... This is when I discoverd that, yes, a bit of spanking actually was quite sexy in fic. Well, especially sexy when this author is writing about it... I worship MUCH of her work, but this is one of the first ones to take me to a place I hadn't been before and so I had to include it.
cinzia
High (Sean/Viggo)
Viggo gasps, hands closing into tight fists. He tries to stay still--or to move and get up--and he only manages to squirm. He squirms over his friend's knees, and Sean says, so quietly Viggo could almost think he's just imagined it, just dreamed Sean's voice so soft, so rough--Sean says, "Tell me to stop," not a question any more now, not really a plea. Not even close, perhaps.
*smolders* *fans self* Yep, read it a hundred times; still sexy!! Get the rest of the naughty goodness **HERE**
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Oh yeah. Once again, not my usual pairing, but this is one damn fine fic. I believe this is the first of this author's fics I read--it was recced to me and oh how glad I was to find it. Goth Orli just strikes way too many of my chords...whooo... *pants in unladylike fashion* And I was well and truly amazed at this author's talent at descriptions--it put me *right* there in the fic, and I can still get this overwhelming feeling of red and black and mesh and lipstick just from looking at the title.
This was also something I tried to learn from, where it is apparent that something can be mind-blowingly erotic without being very explicit at all. The sexual tension in this, the dynamic between all three characters--just left me in total awe.
cupiscent
Leaving It (Orli/Dom, Lij)
He offered the bottle of water, and Dom figured it was probably a good idea at this point. He lifted the bottle, and noticed that Orlando's lipstick had left red smears over the neck. He rubbed it off on his palm before drinking.
Orli laughed. "What, don't want to wear my lipstick?"
Dom passed the bottle back. "Didn't we have this conversation at the start of the night?" He looked down the bar, trying to catch the bartender's eye.
"But this is different." Orlando's voice was quiet, close enough to Dom's ear that he could still hear it, even with the thumping music. Close enough to raise every hair on the back of his neck and make Dom's fingers whiten against the bar. Orlando was pressed against him in the crowd, knee to hip to shoulder, and murmuring in his ear fit to melt chocolate. Fit to melt Dom. And he was saying: "This is my lipstick."
Read more **HERE**
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This is one of the first betas I did, and it was an absolute joy working with these two authors, whom I've come to admire so much. Their enthusiasm for their subjects and the writing, and their unbelievable talent that shines through despite English not being their first language, it's just amazng.
This is one of those pieces that is so multilayered, which is incredible considering it's only a double drabble. Look hard as you read--there's a lot going on and it's just beautiful.
(But girls, I have to tell you, I still prefer the original answer to Orli's question...the moment the color faded, and the dream ended.)
delica and dd2_edge
The Artist (Viggo/Orli implied)
Read it **HERE**
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What a joy it was to friend this next author...her prolific nature, what she good-naturedly refers to as "spamming", got me through many a boring day at work. She handles smut, schmoop, and angst equally well, and I think I would say her trademark is good conversation--her boys may take a while to get up the courage to speak, but when they do their words are meaningful and moving.
This is the first series of hers that I read, and it's got all of the above. It was also one of the first darker fics I read, and she did it so well I came creeping back for more.
heathcee
Not his fault and sequels... (Sean/Viggo)
Enough, he thinks one night, as he and Viggo are having a drink at Viggo's cabin. Enough is enough, he thinks as he watches Viggo standing in front of the window, barefoot (now there's a surprise) and wearing only faded black jeans. More than enough, he thinks, as Viggo turns and smiles that planet-tilting, groin-igniting, fuckmeoverthesofa smile. And without a word Sean is out of his chair, his hands on Viggo's waist turning him against the wall, pressing his body up close to Viggo's, breathing deeply - inhaling his scent.
*guh* Oh yes, I remember why I liked it so much...*G*
The series links: (ETA: She's locked up a lot of her stuff, so you'll have to ask if you can peek at these...)
Not his fault
The Morning After
Jealousy
Three Little Wishes
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This one is a BIGGIE. Turned me inside out and right around and I'm still not exactly sure what hit me. Up to this point I'd read some stuff that had elements of BDSM in it, but this is the first time I actually started to *get* it. The psychology, the motivations, the reason that people engage in it.
It hits on some of my squicks in a major way, and until very recently I was never able to read all of the segments, but I kept with it because this Viggo and particularly this Sean are such amazingly intense, deep, developed characters and the story explores their dynamic so intimately...there was no way I could tear myself away from it.
This is one of the fics I go back to again and again, and each time I do I learn more and see more and grow to love Sean and Viggo even more. One of the authors teased me that she was glad I found Sean so "captivating"...hee...and it's definitely the truth. I can't stop looking at him, and I'm so glad he appears in prequel series as well...
helens78 and dragonkal
Captivation (Viggo/Sean)
(Episodes 10 & 12 are favorites, and 11 still scares the crap out of me...but the quote is from 4: "Kiss")
Sean comes up into a kneel, putting his hands behind his back; meeting Viggo's eyes is, again, difficult, but he does it anyway. He's starting to ache with arousal again, and that feeling is itself worth the humiliation of having asked for this; whether he gets the kiss or not, he's gotten something.
Viggo takes Sean's face in his hands, gently tilting his face up a little, and presses his lips to Sean's, his tongue sliding deeply into Sean's mouth with slow, easy grace.
Moaning softly, Sean responds in kind, his tongue rubbing gently against Viggo's, deferent but certainly not hesitant. The soft strokes of his tongue are meant to let Sean learn Viggo's taste, very slowly, but it's more than that; he can feel a spark, a chemistry, something that's happening because he's allowing it to happen. He doesn't know if he wants it, precisely, but he knows he's not going to fight it. And oh, God, Viggo can kiss; Sean is glad beyond words that he put pride aside and asked for this.
*melts*
Links to the chapters can be found **HERE**
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This was another off-pairing that got recced to me and I practically laughed my arse off. I also turned incredibly green with jealousy, because the story is so tightly paced, all the characters are vivid and hilarious, and somewhere in all the over-the-top comedy it manages to be unbelievably sexy.
Yes, that's right, it's the famous "Billy reading the phonebook fic". Billy is priceless in this and I could SO see it happening, and the Dom/Orli subplot is making me giggle inanely even now.
inbetweens
In which Billy Boyd says stuff (Billy/Lij, Dom/Orli)
Sometimes he was rescued from the readings. Billy reached the O's the next afternoon, and whispered them into his ear as Peter muttered improvements at the script in his hands. The breath on his skin prickled thousands of hairs and tugged at nerves Elijah hadn't even known existed, tempting him to squirm, scream, beg. Possibly all of the above. "Orwell, Katrina. Four hundred twenty two Grey Street. Osborne, Melanie. One thousand twenty-three Partridge Drive." It was torture. He tried to listen to Peter, standing as tall as possible and not thinking about it (not thinking about it not thinking about it not thinking not thinking), but Billy's lips were grazing his ear and his hard consonants thrust against his skull. "Osmond, Cl-"
Finally, Peter put his hands on his hips and put a stop to it. "For the love of God, Billy. I realize that half the cast would kill for a blowjob from Elijah Wood, but I've got a movie to film. Hobbits don't blow hobbits. Tolkein would crawl out of his grave and strangle you if anyone told him you were doing this in your Pippin costume. Not only are you distracting Elijah and yourself, the entire cast is salivating at the mental images. Save it for your own time."
*sporfle* Giggle your way through the rest **HERE**
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Another biggie. This is the first fic that made me cry like a baby. This is when I truly realized how great fanfic could be...that it could be complicated and beautiful as well as erotic. I remember being so stunned by its dark quality and it was a bit rough compared to what I'd read up to that point--physically and emotionally. Orli's submissiveness to the emotionally scarred Sean is the stuff good angst is made out of...and I ended up loving them so much. I almost fainted when she wrote a sequel for me and thalassatx.
jennandanica
Dark Blend (Sean/Orli)
Orli shudders. Spreads his legs even wider. Offers himself up to whatever Sean wants. Anything. He will do anything. And there should be shame in this. He should feel humiliated. But he doesn’t. Wants this. Want Sean more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life and he will take him anyway he can get him. And this. This appeals to something deep and dark inside him, something that only began to reveal itself when he offered to let Sean consume him. Something that absolutely revels in this feeling of being taken, of losing control.
Get links to the goodness **HERE**
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aha!!! This one was a milestone, to be sure. I'd only read a couple slash and they were pretty tame, and then I happened upon this gem. I almost had a heart attack.
This is when the seeds for my triumvirate of squee were planted. They were just so tempting, and sexy, and I thought I'd never get the courage up to write something so deliciously dirty! (how soon we overcome...lol)
And it wasn't just the smut, either--I was in awe of the talent behind it, because writing from the pov of someone who's been blindfolded--and doing it masterfully--well, that's something to be proud of. I bow before you, dear author, and even though I know you'd rather not discuss this side of fanfic anymore, I couldn't exclude you, because it would be leaving out a big chunk of my inspiration to do so!!
karelian
Senseless (Orli/Sean/Viggo)
Today, though, he could feel Orlando crawling lower on the bed, his movements lighter and bouncier than Sean's. "I was hoping you'd let me fuck you," the younger man said, and Viggo felt the tremor that went through Sean's hand as it moved slowly up his own thigh.
"At the same time?" Viggo wanted to beg yes, please, and let me watch, but he couldn't do anything besides groan in frustration. Sean leaned close enough for Viggo to smell the traces of cigarette smoke in his hair and whispered, "Fancy that, do you?"
Wear comfortable clothes and read the rest **HERE** (friends-locked so you've got to get yourself on her list) (ETA: Unfortunately karelian has locked these away in the vault, so you'll just have to take my word for it. *sniff*)
*combusts* Yep. Still holds up. :P
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Must be honest. Much of this author's fic lives happily and prospers about 40 miles west of my squick line...but when she takes the ferry in for a visit, I get very excited. Even when she makes me cry.
I haven't dabbled much outside of LOTR for fanfic, but this author is always worth checking out so I let her suck me into the world of GoldenEye, and well, damn, she's just able to reach right into your chest and rip your heart out with these fics.
*places beating heart on counter*
lannamichaels
Ghosts (Alec/James)
James had loved Alec. And Alec, for his part, had given James everything he had ever wanted. Alec's hands had been large and his fingers longer than normal. James could still feel them stretching him, invading him, testing his limits until he begged mercy. Ghosts didn't care for deadlines or daybreak.
Choosing this quote of course has nothing to do with the fact that Sean played Alec and I have a huge Sean hand fetish... nope, nothing at all to do with that...
Read it all **HERE**
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Repeat after me: AU's are good. Viggo is good. Orli is good. They can all be in one fic and just completely blow your mind (as well as each other).
This can't come as news to you, considering how many groupies for this fic there are out there, but this list wouldn't be complete without it. In a way it stands out because it's in a pairing that many people steer clear of due to the rampant stereotypes perpetuated in the fics, but damn if this one doesn't just shoot all those conventions to hell. C'mon, Viggo and Orli as rock stars? How can you resist?
And even though these two characters are so hot that you need a fire extinguisher next to your monitor, what really makes this fic stand out is the fully developed story behind it, the psychology of the characters, the struggle to make it in the music business, the joy/difficulty of writing music, working with a partner...it's carefully paced and so beautifully smutty without feeling contrived or rushed.
This is another of those series you can go back to again and again!!
lennongirl and jenlynn820
Unnecessary Evils (Viggo/Orlando)
"This isn't really what you want to get your hands on though, is it?" he rasped.
Orlando let out a breathless laugh, felt goosebumps pop up on his skin, felt his nipples harden, his cock twitch. It was just a reflex reaction, Orlando was sure. He'd lusted after Viggo for so long when he was a kid that now that he was near him, this was only to be expected. But Orlando was not interested in fucking a fossil. He moved forward, laid the guitar down gently and turned, getting right in Viggo's personal space, their bodies almost touching. Orlando brought his mouth close to Viggo's. He saw what he knew he would see in Viggo's eyes. Lust, need, want. Damn, the man was still bloody sexy... Orli pushed that thought down. "Viggo, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not into necrophilia," he said.
Viggo laughed and stepped back. "You're a conceited little fucker. I was referring to the Rickenbacker," he said smoothly, retrieving the instrument from the corner.
Oh yeah. Series links **HERE** (you'll have to scroll down her page to find it!)
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Ahhh, my dear dear friend. So many fics to choose from, and believe me, the cognac!fic was struggling to win. *G* But I had to choose this one because it was written for me, and is such an amazing experimental piece, is funny and so unbelievably hot, and I still want to put on a beret and stand on a small stage in a coffee house and recite it aloud...
milochka
The Transaction (Sean/Viggo)
...and Sean snips himself free, (figuratively speaking again, of course) telling Viggo to do the same just for tonight, even though I'm offering no warranty but boy will I ever make it worth your while, just watch (all this said in a low, seductive growl and thick British accent, which Viggo's always been a sucker for) and, well, who could resist such a tempting one-time-only offer, especially when said seller is suddenly grinding his worldly goods against the buyer just so, trafficking in pleasure and lust and sinfully hot promises -- and, whoa, is that a hand, crossing the border there?
*jumps up and down, giggling and clapping hands* God, I still love this one SO much!! heeee...
Read the entire sentence **HERE**
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ALERT ALERT Hand fetish, hand fetish. Yes, please. More, please. I love so much of this author's work, but this one has to be framed and worshiped and drooled over again and again. Once again I admire the skill of bringing in other characters for cameos and making such perfect use of them, and the descriptions in this are so delectable and erotic...
*drools*
moldava
Fingers (Sean/Viggo)
Viggo’s eyes widened in surprise, innocent obliviousness melting under the sensual, suggestive movements of Sean’s mouth and tongue on his fingers. The wetter his fingers got under Sean’s ministrations, the more sensitive they became. It was as if his nerve endings were creeping out of his skin to flirt with Sean’s tongue.
*meep* Salivate over the rest **HERE**
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Here it is, folks, the reason for my journey into madness slash!!! My dear friend sent me an email warning me that something unexpected fic-wise was on its way to me, and she hoped it was okay. Then she sent a separate email containing the fic. I never got the warning email...lol. Luckily she'd mentioned it in previous convos, so I wasn't as surprised by the fic as I could have been! *G*
It was definitely a new experience. Hadn't really read much in the way of fanfic before this, and definitely not any slash. This was a lovely, gentle way to start. I got all titillated over the little details...this author is good for slipping in those subtly sexy moments that sneak up on you...and even though it didn't end up being a pairing I read very often, these boys were the ones that sucked me in and got me curious about the genre!! *hugs them* *hugs author*
quailquill
Open your eyes (Dom/Billy)
Across the table, Billy loses all sense of what Dom is saying as he begins to concentrate on the way Dom's mouth moves as he talks, the shadowy scruff of his goatee outlining the planes of his chin, the crooked smile that punctuates his comments. Combined with the light in his clear gray eyes, and the animated movements of his lithe fingers, the effect has rendered Billy quite deaf.
Read it all **HERE**
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Ah, my friend, my idol, my beta goddess. I've learned a lot from this author, and I hope it shows in my own work. Our styles are so very different, and it was a joy and challenge to do beta for her--even though I don't think I was quite worthy of the task! You can read this story once and have one idea, and read it again and have another...it's a wonderful story to just immerse yourself into and feel all the subtle points prickling your skin like goosebumps. All her work seems so quiet and unassuming, and then you're left at the end with an ache in your heart and your jaw on the floor.
Did I mention she's also quite hilarious?
sheldrake
Dispersion (Dom/Orli)
"You know, you talk such a load of shit." Dominic was looking surprised, like this had only just occurred to him, and Orlando giggled and choked slightly. Dominic was laughing, too, and holding onto the wooden rail; then they were just smiling, the laughter held in check, waiting for the right moment to break free again. And suddenly this thing was back, this impossible, intangible thing hanging in the air between them.
"Dom," said Orlando. "Dom."
"Yes," agreed Dominic. "That is my name."
"Ha. Dom. No, it's such a stupid name, it's so boring. I'm going to get you a new one. No, no, I think you need a new one. Yeah, from now on I'm going to call you... I'm going to call you Kitten Lips."
*snork* What did I tell you?? heeee...read it **HERE**, it's beautiful.
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Okay, technically this is cheating a bit as I just read this one, but I can't stop myself from reccing it. I don't read a lot of FPS, but I do enjoy it when I find a good one. This one is just...
*wibbles*
This is a true work of art. The most delectable smut, but with such an honest sensibility of how men are and what men in battle would need/want from another man, and how difficult it would have been in that society to truly find love with another man. There's so much beauty in these chapters, so much erotic and often down and dirty sex, and then such a compelling story that encompasses several characters and doesn't shortchange any of them. I felt like I was watching a miniseries, and a damn good one...I couldn't step away from it for hours.
And then the final chapter, I cried and cried and cried so much I didn't think I was gonna be able to stop. Even now I'm not quite ready to think about it in greater detail because the waterworks will start again. You must, must, must read this. The powerful love that weaves its way through these characters and binds them is just...well, like I said, it's a work of art.
stewardess_lotr
Shining One series (Boromir/OMC, Boromir/Faramir)
“I was surprised, that was all it was,” Boromir told himself sternly. “You confused him with Mardil for a moment. Nothing more.” And yet he found himself watching his brother with guilty delight as they walked and talked together that day. Faramir brushed against Boromir continually, touching his arms, his back, even placing a hand on his thigh when they sat down together. “He doesn’t know . . . he has always done this. It is nothing.”
Boromir went to bed that night distraught, for his desire had returned again and again. He lay down on the bed and imagined turning to see Faramir there again, his gold-red hair streaming over the pillow, his face wearing that familiar and yet curiously new half smile. He reached for himself and stroked furiously, picturing Mardil thrusting against his back. But the face changed, the eyes larger, a darker blue, the lips fuller, the hair redder. Boromir came in his hand, shame sweeping through him.
*meep*
Run over to the series, **HERE**
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Ah yes, another favorite from the memories list. Love to return to this one, and it's a piece to admire as well, for it takes a gifted writer to have all us jaded porny slash readers hot and bothered over the lead-up to a kiss.
It's funny, sweet, and damn sexy, and I've read it over and over again!
thingsunseen
Kissing (Viggo/Sean)
“Are you talking about a kiss on the mouth, then?”
Viggo could only nod. His voice was gone, locked in his dry throat.
Sean was still staring at him, but he didn’t look angry, nor did he look disgusted. He just looked like Sean, sturdy and calm and pensive.
And beautiful.
oooh, *pets pretty men* The rest is **HERE**
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I just fangirled all over viviandesblanc and probably terrified her. But I can't help it. I love her writing so much...there's such a wonderful realism to it, such great comedic timing, and beautifully indulgent sex. This series she co-authored is the ultimate high...whenever I've had a bad day I just run over and read one or more chapters and I get all giddy again. These two boys are sooo loveable and sooo shaggable and it's a perfectly described AU--I can picture myself in the room with them right now...
The Drinking Games Series (Sean/Viggo)
by Vivi and Nienor
Sean's eyes drifted southward, then slitted with contentment like a cat's as he surveyed the response his innuendo produced. "Right there," he murmured, and Viggo blinked as he fell to his knees without another murmur, his hands settling on Viggo's hips like they owned him.
He inhaled Viggo's half-hard cock with the most enthusiasm and the least skill Viggo could conjure in recent memory, but then skill didn't matter anymore because thought was gone and enthusiasm made up for a hell of a lot. Viggo cried out weakly, his knees wobbling before his brain made the adjustment between Sean standing there smirking and Sean on his knees sucking his cock like the world was coming to an end.
It's all **HERE**
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This was another of those great beta experiences...the author and I had four-hour long convos over this and dissected each plot nuance and character development like we were building a computer chip by chip. It was such an amazing experience; I feel like I lived with this fic, and got to watch all the pieces fall into place to form a captivating story. I was intrigued by her characters from the start and love the little nuances she gives them to tug at your heart in all the right ways.
vixalicious
Miseryhead (Sean/Orli)
The scenes ran quicker then, impatience tinged with lust speeding the frames. The long walk down the corridor to Sean’s room, “coincidently” across the hall from Orli’s own. The eager, trembling feel of Orli’s body as the door swung shut and locked them away from prying eyes and Orli all but leapt into his arms, knocking over his luggage and knocking him into the wall. Moans and sighs, from both of them, as each reacquainted himself with the body of a lover long absent. The blissful floating after, lying with his arms around Orli and his hands petting all the Orli parts he could reach, thinking that if it could always be like this, just them, all would be right with the world.
Read it all **HERE**
So there you have it, folks. My year in slash, and some of the beauty that went into making it so wonderful. Last and hopefully not least, I give you the result of these influences and experiences...
**My own stuff**
I think I'm proudest of "More or Less", and hopefully I'll be able to continue to learn from all you fine folks and my work will get even better.
Thank you all, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I look forward to reading more of your genius, and feel free to leave any recs of your own!!
(LJ Cut line taken from Vivi and Nienor's Drinking Games series.) Thanks to all the usual sources for pics, including The Orlando Bloom Files, Compleat Sean Bean, and Billy Boyd.net....