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A Squee By Any Other Name by Puddle Took (R)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
puddle_took
Author Website: LJ
Why this must be read: Because it's delicious, sparkly fun - a lovely long story following Dom's enthusiastic and often frustrating courtship of Billy. Even the angst (and there is some) sparkles. Billy's stubborn resistance will have you itching to shake him, but he never loses audience sympathy thanks to Dom's adoring yet understanding narrative POV (and of course Billy's own charm). One of the real joys of this story is the organic incorporation of fandom and fannishness; anyone who has fallen under Billy Boyd's spell knows exactly how Dom's flailings and squeaks and paroxysms feel, and Dom's interest in Rings PR, particularly as it pertains to his own situation, is an integral part of the story.
No rating given, so I'm guessing R for language.
"I like the snow," Dom said. "I'm happy right where I am."
"Well, you'd bedder soak id all up while you cand, 'cause you won'd be here for long."
Dom rubbed his lips together and blinked and handed Billy his orange juice. "Drink."
"Bud you'll catch mby cold." He wiped at his nose with another tissue and sniffled. Took the juice, anyway.
Dom smiled a slow cat-smile and what good was all this warm-squishy-niceness inside him if he couldn't share it? He looped his arm around Billy's neck, brought him close and placed a chaste peck on Billy's lips, then released and there, that wasn't so hard, now, was it? "I don't care if I get sick," Dom explained, "I just want you to get better."
Barely did Dom see Billy grinning before Billy committed statutory rape with his hand upon Dom's poor hair. "I abm gedding bedder! You're such a sweed kid."
Billy took a long sip of OJ; Dom watched for a moment and then went back to the window. He felt a little less safe, like the cushioning around his brain was gone, or maybe he was just more awake. Billy'd called him a kid. That never really happened. But he'd been smiling, so.
I love you, Dom thought at Billy, pretending his thought waves came out his forehead, bounced off the glass in front of him and then siphoned into Billy's ears or something. Please kiss me back, sometime. It doesn't even have to be today. I love you.
A Squee By Any Other Name
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Author on LJ:
puddle_tookAuthor Website: LJ
Why this must be read: Because it's delicious, sparkly fun - a lovely long story following Dom's enthusiastic and often frustrating courtship of Billy. Even the angst (and there is some) sparkles. Billy's stubborn resistance will have you itching to shake him, but he never loses audience sympathy thanks to Dom's adoring yet understanding narrative POV (and of course Billy's own charm). One of the real joys of this story is the organic incorporation of fandom and fannishness; anyone who has fallen under Billy Boyd's spell knows exactly how Dom's flailings and squeaks and paroxysms feel, and Dom's interest in Rings PR, particularly as it pertains to his own situation, is an integral part of the story.
No rating given, so I'm guessing R for language.
"I like the snow," Dom said. "I'm happy right where I am."
"Well, you'd bedder soak id all up while you cand, 'cause you won'd be here for long."
Dom rubbed his lips together and blinked and handed Billy his orange juice. "Drink."
"Bud you'll catch mby cold." He wiped at his nose with another tissue and sniffled. Took the juice, anyway.
Dom smiled a slow cat-smile and what good was all this warm-squishy-niceness inside him if he couldn't share it? He looped his arm around Billy's neck, brought him close and placed a chaste peck on Billy's lips, then released and there, that wasn't so hard, now, was it? "I don't care if I get sick," Dom explained, "I just want you to get better."
Barely did Dom see Billy grinning before Billy committed statutory rape with his hand upon Dom's poor hair. "I abm gedding bedder! You're such a sweed kid."
Billy took a long sip of OJ; Dom watched for a moment and then went back to the window. He felt a little less safe, like the cushioning around his brain was gone, or maybe he was just more awake. Billy'd called him a kid. That never really happened. But he'd been smiling, so.
I love you, Dom thought at Billy, pretending his thought waves came out his forehead, bounced off the glass in front of him and then siphoned into Billy's ears or something. Please kiss me back, sometime. It doesn't even have to be today. I love you.
A Squee By Any Other Name