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Fifty by Darknight (PG-13)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darknight999
Author Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/boxofdusk/ (Fic Journal)
Why this must be read:
Because it unfolds like a train wreck. Because you wouldn't expect it from these two, not by a long shot. Because when everything starts to make sense, you're biting your knuckles and trying not to shriek out loud.
Because Darknight is an amazing author, to boot. It's short, just a one-shot, but it twists in your gut like no other.
You’re sitting at the intersection and you know you need to put your foot on the accelerator and go, just fucking go, but you aren’t sure if you can, but you know, Christ do you know, that you can’t turn around and all you want to do is either cry or throw up.
Seven, eight
You can’t remember the last time you cried, maybe when Lorna was born, but you aren’t really sure, and the last time you threw up you’re positive that there was footy and alcohol involved, so you think that maybe you’ll just scream instead.
Ow.
Fifty
Pairing: Sean Bean/Orlando Bloom
Author on LJ:
darknight999Author Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/boxofdusk/ (Fic Journal)
Why this must be read:
Because it unfolds like a train wreck. Because you wouldn't expect it from these two, not by a long shot. Because when everything starts to make sense, you're biting your knuckles and trying not to shriek out loud.
Because Darknight is an amazing author, to boot. It's short, just a one-shot, but it twists in your gut like no other.
You’re sitting at the intersection and you know you need to put your foot on the accelerator and go, just fucking go, but you aren’t sure if you can, but you know, Christ do you know, that you can’t turn around and all you want to do is either cry or throw up.
Seven, eight
You can’t remember the last time you cried, maybe when Lorna was born, but you aren’t really sure, and the last time you threw up you’re positive that there was footy and alcohol involved, so you think that maybe you’ll just scream instead.
Ow.
Fifty
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