FIC: Heart, (VM/SB, (VM/OB implied)), NC-17

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In honor of the birthday boy, Viggo. I know I'm late, but only because it took me the whole day to write the darn thing. I'm amazed I finished it.

Hope you enjoy, and I hope Viggo had a lovely day and spent it with people he loved.

Title: Heart
Pairing: VM/SB, (VM/OB implied)
Author: shrinetolust
Rated: NC-17
Story: Schmoopy smut. Viggo gets a surprise visit from a friend on his birthday. And then some more surprises.
Disclaimer: Don't know these lovely men, don't know what they get up to in their free time. This is all part of my overactive imagination, done with love and respect, and no harm or offense is intended. It's FICTION!!
Feedback: Yes, please. I hope it at least conjures a smile or two. ~ Leave a note here or mail me at shrinetolust AT hotmail.com
Crossposted: more_than_mates, bean_uncensored, rugbytackle, fellow_shippers
Archive: My own LJ. Rugbytackling. Green Opals. Others, please ask.
Notes: Edited as always but un-beta-ed. Please point out any glaring errors so I'm not embarrassed for too long!

WARNINGS: Schmoop. Rambling. Lots of licking. :)

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Fic: "Song," VM/SB, G

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Title: Song
Author: Kris
Fandom: LOTRiPS
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: G
Summary: Seven impossible things, after breakfast, and a happy ending.
Archive: Rugbytackling, Green Opals, Sons of Gondor, anyone else please ask.
Notes: Happy belated birthday, Viggo! The poem is John Donne's "Song," and there is one more verse I didn't use, but it's just as fun as the others.

Song

(Drabble) Sonnet 155 (VM/SB)

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Just a little B-day drabbleish thing for Viggo Mortensen. Cheers dude! You're amazing in every way.

Sonnet 155

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't make any claims this is real. Prose is mine.

Pairing: Vgbean.

Warning/rating: None. Sap, I would assume. Rating's about a pg.

x-posted to rugbytackle and fellowshippers. At my LJ others ask

Summary: I have finished reading Neil Gaiman's Sonnet and that coupled with getting my tea and being reminded once again how lovely my friends are made me write this. He.

( Sonnet 155 )