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Fair Game by glasgow_blue (G)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom
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glasgow_blue
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
This fic has been recced before, but I believe that it deserves another look over. This is one of the fics I always go back to when I've had a rough day. This was Tig before we knew what Tig was! Full of Monaboyd fluff, but still incredibly entertaining.
There are six sheets of paper taped to Dom's fridge. Three are from a notebook. One is a page from the Towers script. One is a placemat from The Salty Dingo in Wellington. The last is actually a barf bag slit open and folded out. All are covered with scrawling script (Dom's) and neat print (Billy's) and they detail the many and varied rules of Pooka.
For example, belting out the 1970s classic Una Paloma Blanca in a pub where no less than sixty people are present wins you the right to wear the prized shell bracelet for two days without fear of theft. It's rather like the immunity idol on Survivor, only more embarrassing and easier to accessorize. In converse, humming, whistling, or tapping your foot to any Britney Spears tune at any time is immediate grounds for surrender of The Pooka. Even in the shower when you think no one is listening, as Billy was loathe to discover.
The game began six months ago when, on a whim, Dom bought the bracelet from a street vendor. Billy, also on a whim, stole it from him on the way to their five a.m. call three days later. The first rule of Pooka was and remains "Minivans are henceforth sacred space. Especially when Dom is sleeping."
Fair Game
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Author on LJ:
glasgow_blueAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
This fic has been recced before, but I believe that it deserves another look over. This is one of the fics I always go back to when I've had a rough day. This was Tig before we knew what Tig was! Full of Monaboyd fluff, but still incredibly entertaining.
There are six sheets of paper taped to Dom's fridge. Three are from a notebook. One is a page from the Towers script. One is a placemat from The Salty Dingo in Wellington. The last is actually a barf bag slit open and folded out. All are covered with scrawling script (Dom's) and neat print (Billy's) and they detail the many and varied rules of Pooka.
For example, belting out the 1970s classic Una Paloma Blanca in a pub where no less than sixty people are present wins you the right to wear the prized shell bracelet for two days without fear of theft. It's rather like the immunity idol on Survivor, only more embarrassing and easier to accessorize. In converse, humming, whistling, or tapping your foot to any Britney Spears tune at any time is immediate grounds for surrender of The Pooka. Even in the shower when you think no one is listening, as Billy was loathe to discover.
The game began six months ago when, on a whim, Dom bought the bracelet from a street vendor. Billy, also on a whim, stole it from him on the way to their five a.m. call three days later. The first rule of Pooka was and remains "Minivans are henceforth sacred space. Especially when Dom is sleeping."
Fair Game