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The King of New Orleans by cee (NC-17)
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, a bit of Billy/Dom/Elijah and just a hint of Elijah/Orlando
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_cee
Author Website: fanfiction by cee
Why this must be read:
I've had a wonderful time driving the van this month, re-discovering old favorites and hopefully helping some people find new ones. My last rec of the month is, appropriately, a Vigorli epic. I feel so lucky that this fic was finished this month, because now it's all mine to rec. Anyway, I almost don't want to summarize this, because nothing that I could say could be equal to the power and grace of the author's own words; however, it's kind of my job, so I'll give it a shot. This is a brilliant AU fic that places photographer!Viggo in New Orleans, where he acquaints himself with a group of street urchins, thieves and sooth-sayers, headed by Orlando. Each of the characters represented here, from Viggo and Orlando all the way down to Liv and Sean Bean, are gloriously flawed and beautifully written. The story itself is chock full of sex, angst and New Orleans heat. Set aside an afternoon and read the whole thing in one sitting-- It will stay with you for days after.
Viggo rubs at his mouth, his palm scraping the two-days' beard on his chin. "I like to think I'm pretty hard to freak out. I mean, I. I'm not going to tell you that you don't break my fuckin' heart, kid, but-"
"Why?" Elijah interrupts. He flicks ash on the floor, shaking his head. "I'm not, not sad. I'm fucking alive. This. This-" He waves at his eye. "-is nothing."
"I'm sorry, I-"
"See, okay, dude, the. It's like, of all the things I resent in the world - which include but are not limited to: bad coffee, paper cuts, tourists, monkeys and that fucking Doors song 'Hello, I Love You' - the thing I resent most is people assuming things about me, and particularly people assuming that I did not choose this." Elijah takes a long drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. "So don't, actually. Don't tell me I break your heart. I can still change my mind about you."
And--
"He spoke to you. The cop. He spoke to you first?"
Billy nods. "He said, 'What're y'all doing, boys?' Havin' a smoke, says Dominic. And the filth said he'd been called to investigate a disturbance. Et cetera. You know."
"And that's when Dom-"
"Aye. That's when Dom told the filth to suck his cock."
Orlando blows out his breath in a heavy sigh. Viggo scratches his chin and hopes he doesn't look too amused.
One more--
What?" Viggo narrows his eyes, shakes his head. "Make your point, if you have one."
"My point." Dom sits up, swings around so his feet are on the floor. He puts his elbows on his knees, leans forward. "My point is, uh, it isn't I don't like you, right, you're a decent bloke, you're all kind and generous and shit, and you're apparently a fuckin' Viking in the sack-"
"Okay, I don't-"
"-but Orlando is fuckin' losing it. He's messing shit up all over the place 'cos he's always draped over your lap, and no offence, mate, but I care about my family a lot more than I care about you. In very short. Sorry."
Viggo flexes one hand and counts to ten. Twice. And again in three other languages, while Dom eyeballs him, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
He exhales slowly. "I don't think I... have anything to say to that."
Oh, I just can't quote this fic enough--
"Elijah." The kid regards Viggo through a pall of smoke. "And listen, man, I don't got any problem with you specifically, okay, it's not you. It's just we're not fucking animals, okay, this isn't the motherfucking zoo, and what I have a problem with is the fucking idea that you're gonna, somebody's gonna put all our faces out there and next thing I know I'm trying to work and I got Oh my GAWD, Loretta, look! It's the liddle boy from the book I sawr on Oprah!"
Elijah does a dead perfect Long Island accent, and Viggo snorts in spite of himself.
Sorry that I have to list each chapter individually, but the memories are down right now so I can't get to the index...
Go. Now. Read The King of New Orleans:
part one
part two
part three
part four
part 4.1
part five
part six
part seven
part eight
part nine
part ten
part 10.5
part eleven
part twelve
part thirteen
part fourteen
part fifteen
part 15.7
part sixteen
part 16.2
part seventeen
part eighteen
part nineteen
part nineteen and one-third
part twenty
part twenty-one
part twenty-two
part twenty-three
part twenty-four
part twenty-five
part twenty-six
part twenty-seven
epilogue
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, a bit of Billy/Dom/Elijah and just a hint of Elijah/Orlando
Author on LJ:
_ceeAuthor Website: fanfiction by cee
Why this must be read:
I've had a wonderful time driving the van this month, re-discovering old favorites and hopefully helping some people find new ones. My last rec of the month is, appropriately, a Vigorli epic. I feel so lucky that this fic was finished this month, because now it's all mine to rec. Anyway, I almost don't want to summarize this, because nothing that I could say could be equal to the power and grace of the author's own words; however, it's kind of my job, so I'll give it a shot. This is a brilliant AU fic that places photographer!Viggo in New Orleans, where he acquaints himself with a group of street urchins, thieves and sooth-sayers, headed by Orlando. Each of the characters represented here, from Viggo and Orlando all the way down to Liv and Sean Bean, are gloriously flawed and beautifully written. The story itself is chock full of sex, angst and New Orleans heat. Set aside an afternoon and read the whole thing in one sitting-- It will stay with you for days after.
Viggo rubs at his mouth, his palm scraping the two-days' beard on his chin. "I like to think I'm pretty hard to freak out. I mean, I. I'm not going to tell you that you don't break my fuckin' heart, kid, but-"
"Why?" Elijah interrupts. He flicks ash on the floor, shaking his head. "I'm not, not sad. I'm fucking alive. This. This-" He waves at his eye. "-is nothing."
"I'm sorry, I-"
"See, okay, dude, the. It's like, of all the things I resent in the world - which include but are not limited to: bad coffee, paper cuts, tourists, monkeys and that fucking Doors song 'Hello, I Love You' - the thing I resent most is people assuming things about me, and particularly people assuming that I did not choose this." Elijah takes a long drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. "So don't, actually. Don't tell me I break your heart. I can still change my mind about you."
And--
"He spoke to you. The cop. He spoke to you first?"
Billy nods. "He said, 'What're y'all doing, boys?' Havin' a smoke, says Dominic. And the filth said he'd been called to investigate a disturbance. Et cetera. You know."
"And that's when Dom-"
"Aye. That's when Dom told the filth to suck his cock."
Orlando blows out his breath in a heavy sigh. Viggo scratches his chin and hopes he doesn't look too amused.
One more--
What?" Viggo narrows his eyes, shakes his head. "Make your point, if you have one."
"My point." Dom sits up, swings around so his feet are on the floor. He puts his elbows on his knees, leans forward. "My point is, uh, it isn't I don't like you, right, you're a decent bloke, you're all kind and generous and shit, and you're apparently a fuckin' Viking in the sack-"
"Okay, I don't-"
"-but Orlando is fuckin' losing it. He's messing shit up all over the place 'cos he's always draped over your lap, and no offence, mate, but I care about my family a lot more than I care about you. In very short. Sorry."
Viggo flexes one hand and counts to ten. Twice. And again in three other languages, while Dom eyeballs him, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
He exhales slowly. "I don't think I... have anything to say to that."
Oh, I just can't quote this fic enough--
"Elijah." The kid regards Viggo through a pall of smoke. "And listen, man, I don't got any problem with you specifically, okay, it's not you. It's just we're not fucking animals, okay, this isn't the motherfucking zoo, and what I have a problem with is the fucking idea that you're gonna, somebody's gonna put all our faces out there and next thing I know I'm trying to work and I got Oh my GAWD, Loretta, look! It's the liddle boy from the book I sawr on Oprah!"
Elijah does a dead perfect Long Island accent, and Viggo snorts in spite of himself.
Sorry that I have to list each chapter individually, but the memories are down right now so I can't get to the index...
Go. Now. Read The King of New Orleans:
part one
part two
part three
part four
part 4.1
part five
part six
part seven
part eight
part nine
part ten
part 10.5
part eleven
part twelve
part thirteen
part fourteen
part fifteen
part 15.7
part sixteen
part 16.2
part seventeen
part eighteen
part nineteen
part nineteen and one-third
part twenty
part twenty-one
part twenty-two
part twenty-three
part twenty-four
part twenty-five
part twenty-six
part twenty-seven
epilogue