Fic: Bread and Circuses (1/?): NFL RPS

[anonymous_sibyl]

Title: Bread and Circuses (1/?)
Author: anonymous_sibyl
Completed: October 28, 2008
Summary: With slavery providing the bread, the only thing missing in the new society were circuses. And the circuses, at least in the United States of North America, had always been sporting events.
Rating: PG
Fandom/Character(s): NFL RPS, Tom Brady (Drew Bledsoe and others in later chapters)
Author’s Notes: This fic takes place in the Keptverse as created by poisontaster and darkrosetiger. Information about that universe can be found in whatwekeep ( FAQ here).
PLEASE NOTE: Keptverse is an RPS slavery AU.
Disclaimer: This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. None of the media or characters written about in my fanfiction belong to me and I make no profit from these works.

Bread and Circuses (1/?)

Fic: A Lost Boy, Chapter 9

[angiepen.livejournal.com]

Title: A Lost Boy
Author: AngiePen
Pairing: Liam Neeson/Orlando Bloom, minor Liam/Johnny Depp, plus a few other pair-ups among the supporting characters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Slave Orlando's been taken and the kidnappers aren't interested in ransom. And of course Master Liam's thundering rage is only at the personal insult, that someone would disrespect him by daring to touch his property.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: 1) Set in poisontaster's Kept Boy universe -- FAQ here. See Chapter 1 for more notes.

Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight



[Eight Years Ago]

Master Liam reached down a hand toward Orlando, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to him. The hand was empty, so he wanted something. Orlando'd been paying attention to the dinner meeting going on around the table, so he knew his master wanted the dossier on Mr. Taylor, the man the opposition was pushing for Chairman of the Board of SilicaSystems. Orlando slid it out of the perfectly organized briefcase, which was perched on his lap, and put it into his master's hand. The meeting flowed on, punctuated by the clink of silverware on china and the occasional dull tap of fine crystal on the tablecloth when someone put down a glass.

The next time his master's hand reached down, it had a fork in it with a chunk of rare steak. Orlando leaned forward and took the bite of meat, chewing while he sorted through the pages of SilicaSystems' corporate charter, looking for a clause he remembered from one of their prep sessions.

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