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Up Shit Creek by Lobelia (NC-17)
Title: Up Shit Creek
Fandom: Lotrips
Author: Lobelia (lobelia40@yahoo.com)
Author website: Lobelia's Niche
Author on lj:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lobelia321
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
This story made me just love Billy. He's just so utterly adorable in denial and Karl... Poor, poor Karl. The synopsis is fairly simple; Billy and Dom have plans to go out on a boat but Dom takes up an opportunity to go parachuting with Orlando instead and suggests Karl as a replacement. This is fine except for one rather important fact: Billy can't stand Karl. And can't stand him in a visceral, bubbling, fermenting, passionate and obsessive sort of way (which is actually a good way to describe writing) that leads to, well... yes... the story.
There is a joy in Lobelia's writing that just oozes out through every sentence. There's no sign that she's ever suffered from writer's block or, really, that she writes for anyone but herself. The way she plays and manipuates language turns what might be a better-than-average story into a gem. There's rythmn to her writing and some sections even seem to have a lyric quality and she's unafraid to experiment and to push the boundries of her writing.
Above all, this is immensely readable. And re-readable.
When he wasn't sidling up to Billy, Karl was staring at Billy. Staring at Billy across rooms and sets and crowded pubs. Really, it was pissing Billy off in a major way. It got to the point where Billy just had to feel those eyes on his and he'd become all tongue-tied with irritation. Billy did not like to be tongue-tied. Billy liked to be easy-going and witty, he liked to joke and chat and feel relaxed. When Karl was staring at him, Billy could only be tongue-tied and silent and pissed off as hell.
And woe betide if he ever dared look back into those eyes of Karl's. Well, it was really too stupid. It wasn't as if Billy normally cared a fig about his colleagues' eyes. Fuck, Billy normally didn't even notice his colleagues' eyes. Billy didn't give a rat's fart about the colour or shape of blokes' eyes. Well, except for Dom's eyes, perhaps, but that was different.
But Billy most definitely did not give a rat's fart about Karl's eyes. Karl fucking Urban's dark-brown, deep-brown, sinfully-brown, almond-shaped, sloe-shaped, fuck-shaped eyes.
All of these were hardly the sorts of reason that you could enumerate when faced with a supplicating Dom on the one side, a triplicating Orli on the other side, and a delightedly beaming Karl in the middle. These were reasons Billy could hardly voice to himself, let alone to anyone else. They were irrational, stupid, festering reasons.
Up Shit Creek by Lobelia
Fandom: Lotrips
Author: Lobelia (lobelia40@yahoo.com)
Author website: Lobelia's Niche
Author on lj:
lobelia321Pairing: Billy Boyd/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17
Why this must be read:
This story made me just love Billy. He's just so utterly adorable in denial and Karl... Poor, poor Karl. The synopsis is fairly simple; Billy and Dom have plans to go out on a boat but Dom takes up an opportunity to go parachuting with Orlando instead and suggests Karl as a replacement. This is fine except for one rather important fact: Billy can't stand Karl. And can't stand him in a visceral, bubbling, fermenting, passionate and obsessive sort of way (which is actually a good way to describe writing) that leads to, well... yes... the story.
There is a joy in Lobelia's writing that just oozes out through every sentence. There's no sign that she's ever suffered from writer's block or, really, that she writes for anyone but herself. The way she plays and manipuates language turns what might be a better-than-average story into a gem. There's rythmn to her writing and some sections even seem to have a lyric quality and she's unafraid to experiment and to push the boundries of her writing.
Above all, this is immensely readable. And re-readable.
When he wasn't sidling up to Billy, Karl was staring at Billy. Staring at Billy across rooms and sets and crowded pubs. Really, it was pissing Billy off in a major way. It got to the point where Billy just had to feel those eyes on his and he'd become all tongue-tied with irritation. Billy did not like to be tongue-tied. Billy liked to be easy-going and witty, he liked to joke and chat and feel relaxed. When Karl was staring at him, Billy could only be tongue-tied and silent and pissed off as hell.
And woe betide if he ever dared look back into those eyes of Karl's. Well, it was really too stupid. It wasn't as if Billy normally cared a fig about his colleagues' eyes. Fuck, Billy normally didn't even notice his colleagues' eyes. Billy didn't give a rat's fart about the colour or shape of blokes' eyes. Well, except for Dom's eyes, perhaps, but that was different.
But Billy most definitely did not give a rat's fart about Karl's eyes. Karl fucking Urban's dark-brown, deep-brown, sinfully-brown, almond-shaped, sloe-shaped, fuck-shaped eyes.
All of these were hardly the sorts of reason that you could enumerate when faced with a supplicating Dom on the one side, a triplicating Orli on the other side, and a delightedly beaming Karl in the middle. These were reasons Billy could hardly voice to himself, let alone to anyone else. They were irrational, stupid, festering reasons.
Up Shit Creek by Lobelia
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