FIC: And I Feel Fine - 1/1, Lotrips, PG, HS/KU/OB
Title: And I Feel Fine
Author: Jo (jo @ fadedink.com)
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Word count: 306
Summary: Orlando's obsessions have OCD
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Author's Notes: The 'twenty-second day of Christmas' for azewewish, because she never lets me down when it comes to the OT3. :) Part of the claimed_fic universe. Lyrics & title from R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)"
December 21, 2012
It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end --
"Is he listening to that again?" Harry asked, tugging off his tie as he strolled into the library.
"All day," Karl muttered. He hunched down in his chair, not looking up from the newspaper, as Orlando's singing (loud and off-key) drifted into the room.
"All day?" Harry stared at Karl for a moment, then looked at the ceiling. "My god."
"He's got it on repeat and says it's his 'the world's ending today and I need appropriate music' song," Karl said, finally folding the newspaper and placing it in his lap before looking at Harry. "I got him to turn it off earlier by threatening his life, but he just kept singing it. And since the music actually drowns out his singing..."
"You're picking your battles."
"Exactly."
Harry nodded, pulling the tie from his hair and shaking his head until it settled around his neck. "Give me an hour."
Karl snorted inelegantly and picked up his paper again. "Get him to turn that song off and I'll worship you for eternity."
"You'll do that anyway," Harry grinned and started for the stairs.
//Not if you don't shut off that damn song.//
Two hours later, Karl peeked into the bedroom, relishing the overwhelming silence of the castle. //Is he...//
"All quiet on the western front," Harry joked, looking up from his book. And Karl could see Orlando's dark curls from where he lay plastered against Harry's side. "He's out for a while, old man, so it's safe to come in."
"Oh, thank God," Karl breathed, already making a list of ways to thank Harry. "And the CD itself?"
"Hidden. And I erased it off his iPod," Harry smirked.
Karl's list doubled.
Author: Jo (jo @ fadedink.com)
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Harry Sinclair/Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Word count: 306
Summary: Orlando's obsessions have OCD
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Author's Notes: The 'twenty-second day of Christmas' for azewewish, because she never lets me down when it comes to the OT3. :) Part of the claimed_fic universe. Lyrics & title from R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)"
December 21, 2012
It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end --
"Is he listening to that again?" Harry asked, tugging off his tie as he strolled into the library.
"All day," Karl muttered. He hunched down in his chair, not looking up from the newspaper, as Orlando's singing (loud and off-key) drifted into the room.
"All day?" Harry stared at Karl for a moment, then looked at the ceiling. "My god."
"He's got it on repeat and says it's his 'the world's ending today and I need appropriate music' song," Karl said, finally folding the newspaper and placing it in his lap before looking at Harry. "I got him to turn it off earlier by threatening his life, but he just kept singing it. And since the music actually drowns out his singing..."
"You're picking your battles."
"Exactly."
Harry nodded, pulling the tie from his hair and shaking his head until it settled around his neck. "Give me an hour."
Karl snorted inelegantly and picked up his paper again. "Get him to turn that song off and I'll worship you for eternity."
"You'll do that anyway," Harry grinned and started for the stairs.
//Not if you don't shut off that damn song.//
Two hours later, Karl peeked into the bedroom, relishing the overwhelming silence of the castle. //Is he...//
"All quiet on the western front," Harry joked, looking up from his book. And Karl could see Orlando's dark curls from where he lay plastered against Harry's side. "He's out for a while, old man, so it's safe to come in."
"Oh, thank God," Karl breathed, already making a list of ways to thank Harry. "And the CD itself?"
"Hidden. And I erased it off his iPod," Harry smirked.
Karl's list doubled.