Drabble: Lesson (VM/SB) R (slight kink again)

[milochka.livejournal.com]

Whipped this thing out at 4:30AM because I was trying to write something and the boys refused to twist the way I so politely asked them to. *g* Now they are listening. Meow.

( 'I've done what you asked...' )

Line from an interview

[karelian]

I was wondering, for the purposes of a throwaway line in a fic, what kind of farm Viggo's relatives in Denmark have, so I threw "Viggo Mortensen," "farm" and "Denmark" into a Google search and I stumbled across this very badly-translated interview, which I had never seen before. This leaped out at me:

- There are a lot of women who thinks youu are unbelievable sexy in movies?
- Yes, I’ve heard that, and my college Seean Bean also says that.

Okay, it's hard to put a lot of stock in a translation of a quote by someone who couldn't even spell "Sean Bean" correctly, but this put a huge smile on my face so I thought I'd share.

Drabble: Drown (VM/SB, R)

[delica.livejournal.com]

A sequel drabble to Wet, slightly kink, for the sweetest and loveliest milochka again. Can't stop staring at her smoking!Viggo icon.
Guess that I have to write something longer than another drabble to get their sex-in-bathtub done. *G*

Title: Drown
Author: delica
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: R
Summary: drowning in the bathtub?
Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma
Disclaimer: NOT true. Absobloodylutely fictional.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Note: Please read Wet first, to make more sense.

( Not in the water. Can't hold the breath and suck at the same time. )

Ficlet-y snippet

[shinysparkly.livejournal.com]

Realized that I never posted this here. So far it stands alone, however, I will most likely write more on it at some point.



Viggo was speaking to someone, fully involved in a meaningful conversation when a flash of blond hair caught his eye. Looking up, he met Sean's eyes. Eyes that narrowed, the lust in them overflowing so that Viggo was nearly tempted to look around the lobby, see who else noticed it, who else it might be directed at. But he didn't. He stared, conversation forgotten, breath sharply gasped in, eyes locked.

Not caring, not noticing, not planning, he strode to Sean, who turned, his body pushing slightly forward to meet Viggo's as they embraced. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, Viggo snatched the kiss from Sean, returned it, encircled them both with it, bodies pressing so closely together that it seemed they wanted their skin to melt and reform as one body. Pressing closer, greed sucking down through their very souls, they kissed, mouths eagerly opening, tongues blending, bonding and probing. Want was too tame of a word, need too small to describe it.

People around them gasped, unable to look away from the carnal tableau presented to them. Viggo and Sean ignored them, not so much a conscious decision as a fact of two brains occupied by so much desire that there was no room left for any other thoughts or considerations.

Another Drabble: Control (SB/VM) R (kink warning)

[milochka.livejournal.com]

Y'know, coffee breaks were tailor-made for writing drabbles. Thank goodness I don't actually drink coffee, or I'd be in real trouble.

This is a "prequel" to my last drabble, Lesson. I think this'll end up being a series of drabbles that may get compiled into a full fic at some point. If I can manage to keep working backwards in time like this. *g*

( 'You'll do it because it's what you want.' )

Two Drabbles

[przed.livejournal.com]

Until I get my computer back from the shop, I'm not going to find out about any of the lotrips100 challenges in enough time to write 'em. But this week's were too much fun too miss.

( The Relinquish Challenge )

( The Visceral Challenge )

Because it's been driving me nuts...

[karelian]

...since lunasv mentioned in an introduction to one of her drabbles that she'd read Sean loves old churches, but didn't know the link, tryllian found this for me:

The Other Mr. Bean

Which Geocities is going to refuse to let you access 99% of the time because that is what Geocities does, so I will quote the relevant part. "A BLOKE'S BLOKE, THEN?" asks the hypothetical interviewer about Sean Bean, then answers his own question: "Not exactly. He likes old churches and adores William Shakespeare."

No matter what those viggorli fans believe about hidden meaning of the line "bloom of compassion" in Viggo's poem "Communion," this is the part I've always wondered about:

YOUR BREATH
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY.

Because really, who would hang out in unlit Anglican doorways...other than someone who loves old churches?

(Disclaimer: Everything in this community is a work of fiction, possibly including Viggo's poetry. So of course I'm not taking this seriously. Much. *g*)