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v-angelique.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 18th, 2006 01:44 pm)I'm crossposting a couple more Monaboyd ficlets here from my advent series; these two are pressies for Pip and Pi, two of my favourite authors in the pairing, both of whom really helped me get through an at-times-rough year with their fantastic writing.
Series: The Very Slashy Advent Calendar
Title: Incidental Tour Guide
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: True? No.
Written for:pippinmctaggart
Summary: Pip has been bloody amazing to me this year, completely unintentionally, with her phenomenal "You're a Map…" and "Not Yet" series, so I thought she deserved a little pressie for her efforts. My take on how the Sydney trip was decided upon, with alcohol.
"Whatcha want?" Dom asked, running his finger along the items on the shelf—snack cakes and biscuits and a few lollies. "Tim Tams?"
"Dunno," Billy replied, swaying a bit drunkenly as he contemplated the possibilities in the crisps aisle. "Not sure I've had a Tim Tam."
"Of course you've had a Tim Tam. They're like, the Australian national snack," Dom argued.
"But I've never been to Australia."
"You're bloody joking."
"No," Billy replied, frowning and looking a bit confused. "I'm not."
"Well that just won't do. We'll have to go to Sydney. We have a break coming up."
"Why Sydney? Why not Melbourne, or Perth?"
"Perth's on the other side of the bloody continent," Dom reasoned. "I don't know… everyone goes to Sydney. We can make it a hobbit trip."
"Exactly why I don't want to go to Sydney," Billy pointed out, selecting two bags of crisps and then moving on to the fizzy drinks. "Orangina or what?"
"Get some Cokes. I have a bottle of whisky at my place."
"I thought you drank that on Thursday."
Dom frowned, furrowed his brow in concentration, and then cursed. "Damnit, I did. Well, get the Orangina then. What time is Elwood supposed to call for surfing?"
"Nine. But he won't be up, don't worry."
"Bloody well better not be. So, Sydney."
"Right then." Billy led the way to the till, paid for his munchies with the spare change in his back pocket, and then walked with Dom back to the younger man's house, a few blocks down the street.
"Have you ever been to Manchester?"
Billy gave Dom a strange look, and then nodded, shoving the hand that wasn't carrying the sweets into his jeans pocket. "Yeah, twice. What of it?"
"Berlin, then? Dusseldorf?"
Billy stopped walking, turning on his heel to face Dom so that his friend nearly ran into him chest-to-chest, disoriented as he was. "Why on earth do you want to know if I've been to Dusseldorf, Dommeh? What's in Dusseldorf?"
Dom looked at him for a long moment, and shrugged, strangely looking more innocent in his current state of debauchery. "I wanted to show you around."
Billy, too, took a long pause before speaking, and then he smiled and pressed a kiss to Dom's cheek, his lips warm and moist against the August chill that made Dom's stubble coarse and his skin dry and chapped. "You could show me around bloody Glasgow if you wanted to, lad. C'mon."
And so Dom grinned brightly as Billy tucked his arm around Dom's waist, and helped steer him back to the house. They would be each other's guides.
Series: The Very Slashy Advent Calendar
Title: Payment in Kind
Author: Viktoria Angelique (v_angelique)
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: True? No.
Written for:apple_pi
Summary: I needed to find a way to thank the lovely Pi for all her cute little Monaboyd squee-worthy pieces, but I was stuck for a plot idea, so thanks toof_heliodora for the notes-in-books suggestion. I quite like it.
After a few weeks in New Zealand, it became evident that Billy Boyd was The Man To Go To if you needed a book. Billy read a lot—sure, other members of the cast read books, but Billy's books were interesting, Billy's books were unexpected. Orlando read Steven Hawking because he was insecure about how others perceived his intelligence; Ian read and reread great works of literature and a few bawdier paperbacks; Viggo read philosophy because he was Viggo. But Billy read everything, and Dom found himself becoming quickly fascinated with the way in which Billy chose a book.
Dom couldn't be arsed to get a Wellington City Library card, so he mooched off of Billy. At first it was just the occasional book, but mid-way through the filming process it became a matter of course. Billy would finish a book, and the next morning in the makeup trailer, Dom would find it on his chair, ready to go. It began rather innocuously, because they were library books and therefore sacred material—all Dom did was read the book, file Billy's apparent logic for choosing it away in his brain, and then move on.
After a while, though, Billy started getting other books. He would buy a book, or have one sent from Scotland by a friend. And Dom would read those, too. And one by one, they would come back to Billy, notes scrawled haphazardly in the margins.
In the first book of Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials series, for example:
"Master," said Lord Asriel. "Yes, I'm back. Do bring in your guests; I've got something very interesting to show you.
Kinky bugger, isn't he? Got something to show him all right…
And in On the Road:
Guitars tinkled. Terry and I gazed at the stars and kissed.
Oh, come on. Terry? Such a bloke's name.
And so on. At the beginning, notes of this theme were interspersed with other, more serious reflections and observations, but as the shoot went on, and Dom read more and more, Billy found that he was getting his books back absolutely drowning in marginal notes on homosexual subtexts. Normally, he would worry about the self-perception of the individual in question, perhaps suggest therapy, but this was Dom, and Billy quite liked Dom. He was just a bit dense sometimes.
"So Dominic," Billy began, his burr rough with the edge of a bit of whisky as he approached Dom at one of the last parties of the year, the recently-returned copy of Romeo and Juliet in hand (just a test case, really, but when Dom made notes on the possibilities of Tybalt and Mercutio he found his point well proven). "I'm afraid I'm going to have to start charging a price on the books, lad."
"A price?" Dom asked, but it was more of a squeak, because he had quickly found himself pressed up against a wall in one of the back corridors of Elijah's home, pinned not by Billy's body, per se, but by the weight of his gaze.
"Yes, you see, you've been returning my books to me rather… damaged."
"I would say improved," Dom interrupted, but he was quickly silenced with the pad of an index finger over his lips.
"The bottom line is, Dominic, if you're going to keep leaving bloody love letters in my books, I'm going to have to demand payment."
Dom's eyes bugged wider than Billy had seen them, and if he hadn't mentally rehearsed this moment beforehand, he would've laughed out loud.
"What kind of payment?" Dom asked finally, his voice a rough whisper as he realised he'd been caught.
"Oh, well I'm really quite a reasonable librarian, you see," Billy replied, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly in spite of himself. "I charge a payment that fits the crime." There was a long pause, dawdling on the cusp, as it were, and then Billy leaned closer and stepped in, one thigh pressing between Dom's so quickly and accurately that Dom had no chance to hide the slight stirring in his trousers that Billy's proximity was causing.
Billy's breath was a warm tickle on his lips, and when he licked them instinctively, the tip of his tongue just barely brushed Billy's own. He gasped, and Billy smiled. "My charge per book, Dominic, is a kiss," Billy explained, before pressing his mouth gently, gently against Dom's, one palm flat on the wall next to Dom's head and the other slipping to his lower back, protecting it from the crown moulding chair rail. His hand was warm on Dom's skin, rucking the back of his dress shirt up to access it, and the kiss was imploring, his tongue seeking out all the warm, moist spots that made Dom keen and arch up against him. When he finally pulled away, his teeth teasingly tugging on Dom's bottom lip, it was far too soon.
"Just… a kiss?" Dom finally clarified, breathlessly, and Billy's laughter was rich and warm.
"Oh, no worries, lad. You'll accrue interest."
Series: The Very Slashy Advent Calendar
Title: Incidental Tour Guide
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: True? No.
Written for:
pippinmctaggartSummary: Pip has been bloody amazing to me this year, completely unintentionally, with her phenomenal "You're a Map…" and "Not Yet" series, so I thought she deserved a little pressie for her efforts. My take on how the Sydney trip was decided upon, with alcohol.
"Whatcha want?" Dom asked, running his finger along the items on the shelf—snack cakes and biscuits and a few lollies. "Tim Tams?"
"Dunno," Billy replied, swaying a bit drunkenly as he contemplated the possibilities in the crisps aisle. "Not sure I've had a Tim Tam."
"Of course you've had a Tim Tam. They're like, the Australian national snack," Dom argued.
"But I've never been to Australia."
"You're bloody joking."
"No," Billy replied, frowning and looking a bit confused. "I'm not."
"Well that just won't do. We'll have to go to Sydney. We have a break coming up."
"Why Sydney? Why not Melbourne, or Perth?"
"Perth's on the other side of the bloody continent," Dom reasoned. "I don't know… everyone goes to Sydney. We can make it a hobbit trip."
"Exactly why I don't want to go to Sydney," Billy pointed out, selecting two bags of crisps and then moving on to the fizzy drinks. "Orangina or what?"
"Get some Cokes. I have a bottle of whisky at my place."
"I thought you drank that on Thursday."
Dom frowned, furrowed his brow in concentration, and then cursed. "Damnit, I did. Well, get the Orangina then. What time is Elwood supposed to call for surfing?"
"Nine. But he won't be up, don't worry."
"Bloody well better not be. So, Sydney."
"Right then." Billy led the way to the till, paid for his munchies with the spare change in his back pocket, and then walked with Dom back to the younger man's house, a few blocks down the street.
"Have you ever been to Manchester?"
Billy gave Dom a strange look, and then nodded, shoving the hand that wasn't carrying the sweets into his jeans pocket. "Yeah, twice. What of it?"
"Berlin, then? Dusseldorf?"
Billy stopped walking, turning on his heel to face Dom so that his friend nearly ran into him chest-to-chest, disoriented as he was. "Why on earth do you want to know if I've been to Dusseldorf, Dommeh? What's in Dusseldorf?"
Dom looked at him for a long moment, and shrugged, strangely looking more innocent in his current state of debauchery. "I wanted to show you around."
Billy, too, took a long pause before speaking, and then he smiled and pressed a kiss to Dom's cheek, his lips warm and moist against the August chill that made Dom's stubble coarse and his skin dry and chapped. "You could show me around bloody Glasgow if you wanted to, lad. C'mon."
And so Dom grinned brightly as Billy tucked his arm around Dom's waist, and helped steer him back to the house. They would be each other's guides.
Series: The Very Slashy Advent Calendar
Title: Payment in Kind
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-13
Length: Ficlet
Disclaimer: True? No.
Written for:
apple_piSummary: I needed to find a way to thank the lovely Pi for all her cute little Monaboyd squee-worthy pieces, but I was stuck for a plot idea, so thanks to
of_heliodora for the notes-in-books suggestion. I quite like it.After a few weeks in New Zealand, it became evident that Billy Boyd was The Man To Go To if you needed a book. Billy read a lot—sure, other members of the cast read books, but Billy's books were interesting, Billy's books were unexpected. Orlando read Steven Hawking because he was insecure about how others perceived his intelligence; Ian read and reread great works of literature and a few bawdier paperbacks; Viggo read philosophy because he was Viggo. But Billy read everything, and Dom found himself becoming quickly fascinated with the way in which Billy chose a book.
Dom couldn't be arsed to get a Wellington City Library card, so he mooched off of Billy. At first it was just the occasional book, but mid-way through the filming process it became a matter of course. Billy would finish a book, and the next morning in the makeup trailer, Dom would find it on his chair, ready to go. It began rather innocuously, because they were library books and therefore sacred material—all Dom did was read the book, file Billy's apparent logic for choosing it away in his brain, and then move on.
After a while, though, Billy started getting other books. He would buy a book, or have one sent from Scotland by a friend. And Dom would read those, too. And one by one, they would come back to Billy, notes scrawled haphazardly in the margins.
In the first book of Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials series, for example:
"Master," said Lord Asriel. "Yes, I'm back. Do bring in your guests; I've got something very interesting to show you.
Kinky bugger, isn't he? Got something to show him all right…
And in On the Road:
Guitars tinkled. Terry and I gazed at the stars and kissed.
Oh, come on. Terry? Such a bloke's name.
And so on. At the beginning, notes of this theme were interspersed with other, more serious reflections and observations, but as the shoot went on, and Dom read more and more, Billy found that he was getting his books back absolutely drowning in marginal notes on homosexual subtexts. Normally, he would worry about the self-perception of the individual in question, perhaps suggest therapy, but this was Dom, and Billy quite liked Dom. He was just a bit dense sometimes.
"So Dominic," Billy began, his burr rough with the edge of a bit of whisky as he approached Dom at one of the last parties of the year, the recently-returned copy of Romeo and Juliet in hand (just a test case, really, but when Dom made notes on the possibilities of Tybalt and Mercutio he found his point well proven). "I'm afraid I'm going to have to start charging a price on the books, lad."
"A price?" Dom asked, but it was more of a squeak, because he had quickly found himself pressed up against a wall in one of the back corridors of Elijah's home, pinned not by Billy's body, per se, but by the weight of his gaze.
"Yes, you see, you've been returning my books to me rather… damaged."
"I would say improved," Dom interrupted, but he was quickly silenced with the pad of an index finger over his lips.
"The bottom line is, Dominic, if you're going to keep leaving bloody love letters in my books, I'm going to have to demand payment."
Dom's eyes bugged wider than Billy had seen them, and if he hadn't mentally rehearsed this moment beforehand, he would've laughed out loud.
"What kind of payment?" Dom asked finally, his voice a rough whisper as he realised he'd been caught.
"Oh, well I'm really quite a reasonable librarian, you see," Billy replied, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly in spite of himself. "I charge a payment that fits the crime." There was a long pause, dawdling on the cusp, as it were, and then Billy leaned closer and stepped in, one thigh pressing between Dom's so quickly and accurately that Dom had no chance to hide the slight stirring in his trousers that Billy's proximity was causing.
Billy's breath was a warm tickle on his lips, and when he licked them instinctively, the tip of his tongue just barely brushed Billy's own. He gasped, and Billy smiled. "My charge per book, Dominic, is a kiss," Billy explained, before pressing his mouth gently, gently against Dom's, one palm flat on the wall next to Dom's head and the other slipping to his lower back, protecting it from the crown moulding chair rail. His hand was warm on Dom's skin, rucking the back of his dress shirt up to access it, and the kiss was imploring, his tongue seeking out all the warm, moist spots that made Dom keen and arch up against him. When he finally pulled away, his teeth teasingly tugging on Dom's bottom lip, it was far too soon.
"Just… a kiss?" Dom finally clarified, breathlessly, and Billy's laughter was rich and warm.
"Oh, no worries, lad. You'll accrue interest."
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And I'm glad if my stories gave you a bit of a smile. :)
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You could show me around bloody Glasgow if you wanted to, lad. *sigh*
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"You could show me around bloody Glasgow if you wanted to, lad. C'mon."
i'm all with the squee at this part! hee.
just a test case, really, but when Dom made notes on the possibilities of Tybalt and Mercutio he found his point well proven
bwaha. lol.
Billy's breath was a warm tickle on his lips, and when he licked them instinctively, the tip of his tongue just barely brushed Billy's own.
yum. I love that whole so-close-you-can-feel-their-breath type kiss. great description.
Kerry =)
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"Oh, no worries, lad. You'll accrue interest."
*LOVES!*
I particularly love Dom scribbling in Billy's books - totally believable.
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The second fic was just precious. Dom's writing in library books reminds me of Joe Orton!
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Joe Orton? Whazzit?
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