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Fics so far; will be updated as they appear.	[Sep. 5th, 2006\|11:48 pm]
Warning: SOME OF THESE FICTIONS* ARE RPS. MEANING THEY FEATURE MALE/MALE LOVE, AFFECTION, AND POSSIBLY SEX. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT. Despite that, I live and die for comments, even months after. fiction: [fIk shun] not real. Don't sue. under the bone ; Lotrps, bb/dm, pg siamo all' ultima scena ; Lotrps, bb/dm, pg Understood (#1 and #2) ; Lostfic; Charlie/Claire, pg at most. bloodsquick. Flight into Serenity; Lotrps; EW/VM/OB, pg-13. Written for lotrpschallenge* #30, Threesomes.
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(no subject)	[Aug. 2nd, 2005\|01:37 am]
Soooooooo.......... long time, no update. There's a few reasons. Real life got in the way. The Lost fandom kind of took over where LOTR left off. And I've figured out filters on my real journal, koritsimou, so I'm going to transfer what fic I do have over to there and delete this in a few days. It's been fun, but i feel like I'm clogging the internet. Feel free to follow me, and I will add you cheerily, but that journal's mostly real life, musings, etc., and any fic will few and far in between. And filtered. Thanks for all who have commented and/or critiqued. It's been fun. -Jo
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[Feb. 22nd, 2005|09:37 pm]

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"The format of this was very different and worked wonderfully. Very economic and straight-forward, yet there were lots of layers to peel back and a great demonstration of characterization. Subtle but effective. Written with subtlety and conveying awkwardness beautifully without being awkward itself."

GO. ME. *runs off to read the first-place winner post-haste*

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(no subject)	[Jun. 17th, 2004\|12:26 am]
Well, double durhay on a stick.
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(no subject)	[Jun. 17th, 2004\|12:24 am]
My Homepage >Well, double durhay on a stick.</a>
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(no subject)	[Apr. 17th, 2004\|03:06 pm]
Title: Siamo all’ ultima scena Author: in_doms_eyes Pairing: Billy/Dom, of course Rating: oh so G Feedback: Only if you truly like it. No need to make my ego any larger. I also really do like criticism. Really. Summary: Billy takes Dom to Chicago for a surprise present. Warnings: Opera alert! Fluff, tears, umm…oh yeah, it’s two men kissing. If you don’t like that, why are you reading this community for goodness sakes? Disclaimers: If I knew Billy and Dom, they wouldn’t be kissing each other without me involved somehow. Plus, I’d too busy taking pictures to write this... So yeah. Lies upon lies. Thank you: to ladywhip and queenrayven for beta'ing, and thank you to elvea87, magikalcrab, and music_chick_2 for offering! Chocolate cookies to all! ........................................................ "Get dressed." They were in Chicago, high in a posh hotel suite overlooking the river. Dom had never been to the Windy City, and he pleaded and cajoled until Billy relented and took him “as your early birthday present. I swear, sometimes you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Dom had just whooped and jumped on the bed, and proceeded to make it worth Billy’s while. Now it was a warm September evening, and Billy stood over the other man and looked down at him where he sat on the couch. Dom squinted up from where he was curled. He was reading some magazine that involved whatever music he happened to be into this week. It changed a lot, but it was always too loud and too rock-angry for Billy. "What in the what, now? Why? Where are we going?" His eyes locked onto Billy's and he began to show signs of interest. "C'mon, tell me where?" "Never ye mind where. You don't need to know till we get there. Go shower. Ye smell riper than my Aunt Fanny's arse." Dom cackled and grabbed him, pulling him to the lush carpet and submitting him to one noxious armpit. "Ha! You love it! Where are we going? Tell me! Tell me!" He began to tease Billy, curling one finger behind his ear and down his throat, smiling impishly. Billy swatted his ass as he wriggled out from underneath him. "Ye know I do, ye numptie. And I ain't telling you. Now go. I brought something for you to wear." Dom grinned, his interest piqued further, as he shed clothes on his way to the bathroom. "Well, as long as it isn't assless chaps, I'm game. Maybe even those, but you would insist on leaving the hotel." Billy smiled softly as he heard Dom singing to himself as the shower came on. ................................................... "Dom! For cripe's sake, let's go!" Billy rapped on the bathroom door. It was 6:30 and they were going to be late. Billy was already dressed in a black suit, white shirt unbuttoned a wee bit, expensive cologne, fresh shave. He had never worried much about being stylish - he didn't need to. He had a classic, effortless thing about him that was easy maintain. Dom, on the other hand.... Gray suit, sharp and modern, deep purple tie, with the usual punky hair spiked, looking as if he had just run an absentminded hand through it, even though Billy knew he had spent a great deal of thought (and time) on every rebellious strand. Peeking out from one immaculate sleeve was Dom's favorite leather wristband. "All right, keep your shirt on. As much as that pains me to say...." Dom emerged from the bathroom, settling his cuffs, and Billy felt a little shudder inside his lungs. No, heart. No, hips. Whatever. He didn't really know or care. Dom looked dead sexy. Too bad he knew it. Dom stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side, grinning. "Hey, you don't look half bad. Have I told you lately that you're a sexy beast?" Billy snorted and grabbed their coats. "Come on, the car's waiting." He walked out ahead of the other man, trying to hide a smile. ........................................................ The car pulled to the side of the crowded Chicago street, the driver ignoring the indignant honking of the arsehole behind them that thought he had been mortally wronged by their lawful detour. Billy stepped out first, turning to pull Dom out of the backseat. Dom looked around confusedly, trying to establish where they had landed. Finally, he looked up to the sign high on the side of the stately building. "Lyric...Opera...House.... We're seeing a bloody opera? Are you daft? Fat ladies in horns singing in French for four hours! Bills, why in God's name?" He stopped in his tracks, folded his arms, disregarding his fresh suit, and stared at Billy. Billy stared back patiently. "First of all, the ladies in horns are in one opera, which is Das Rhinegold, and it was in German. Tonight we're seeing La Boheme, which is in Italian, involves no large females with battle gear, and is nowhere near four hours long. Secondly, don't knock it until you've tried it, Dommie. How do you know what you’re missing?" Dom eyed him suspiciously for a moment before shrugging. "All right. But if this bites, you owe me... something..." And he raised his eyebrow wickedly. Billy just laughed and dragged him into the theatre. ....................................................... Once inside, Dom was momentarily stilled by the beauty of the lobby. Gold ornamented ceilings soared high above them and women’s heels echoed on the marble floors. Employees stood in unobtrusive corners, serving drinks or taking coats. Red-carpeted grand staircases swept up to a balcony where well-dressed people aleady stood, drinks in hand, chatting and looking down on the entering crowd. “Oh, wow. Didn’t quite expect this. Very posh, isn’t it?” Billy smiled inwardly as they moved in. It was one of the things he loved about Dom; if he was gob-smacked by something, he’d say so with no pretense. Why act cool? Life was too astounding to pretend like you didn’t care. They strolled about, idly talking about the people and Chicago and whatever else came into their heads. They drifted up the grand staircases, Dom making a loud crack about being Scarlett to Bill’s Rhett that made the people around him chuckle and Billy blush. As they leaned on a balcony to join the people-watchers, Billy took in the taste of his drink, the warmth of the lights, the idle chatter in his ears, and the closeness of Dom. Of course, he wouldn’t let Dom know how the opera ended, which annoyed him to no end. Billy would only tell him the basics: “It’s about these poor artists living in Paris in the late 1800’s-“ “But it’s sung in Italian?” Billy rolled his eyes. “Aye, because it was written by an Italian. Suspend your disbelief a wee bit, will ye? So these artists, one is Rodolfo, and he falls in love with Mimi, and there’s Marcello, but he’s in love with Musetta, only he’s in denial.....” Finally, the chimes rang out for the start of the show, and the mass of people began to drift towards the theater, talking animatedley with each other. Dom’s hand brushed against Billy’s as they wandered towards their seats. They found their seats just as the orchestra began to tune. Billy had to almost guide Dom’s rear into his seat because he was to agape at the beauty of the theater, all gold and columns and red plush seats, with balconies stretching four stories up. They had seats right in the middle of the main floor – Billy had wanted Dom to be utterly enveloped in the sounds he knew were coming- and Dom kept twisting this way and that in his seat, eyes swiftly moving from one spot to the next; here two people greeting each other in the aisle, there a woman removing a monster of a mink coat; turning again to stretch up to see down into the orchestra pit. He continued this way until he turned all the way around and came nose to nose with a large, forbidding woman right behind him. She gave him a Look and he giggled nervously, waved, and sank down out of her way. “Bills, where am I going to see the words?” “They’re right up there, where that screen is. The English’ll come on just as the character is singing the Italian onstage.” “How’m I supposed to get into it if I have to be reading all the time?” “It’s easier than it seems. You’ll see. As soon as they open their mouths you’ll believe.” Billy hoped it was true. He wanted Dom to be affected by this as much as he was. He didn’t even know himself why it mattered, but it did very much. The Biddy behind them gave a shush as the lights dimmed and the conductor took his place. ...................................................... Dom had started out smirking at the singing, but he had surprised himself by laughing along with the other audience members at the antics of Rodolfo and his friends, and growing suddenly quiet when Mimi entered the onstage garret with her candle and shawl. When Rodolfo’s hand found Mimi’s in the dark, Dom groped for and found Billy’s fingers and didn’t let go until the end of the act. Billy could barely follow the supertitles with Dom’s callouses scraping enjoyably against his palm. Now it was halfway through the second act, and Musetta had entered, clad in a scarlet mountain of a dress (Billy was sure he’d never seen so much breast on display at an ostensibly classy show), and was singing her famous waltz at the Café Momus. She swayed and posed, enticing her former lover Marcello. Dom was thouroughly caught up now. Quando men vo Quando men vo soletta per la via La gente sosta e mira E la bellezza mia Tutta ricerca in me Ricerca in me da capo a pie The supertitles above the stage read When I go walking down the street All the people stop and stare And the beauty they see in me They study from head to toe The soprano continued, music swelling underneath her, high notes floating out and caressing and warming Billy’s ears, soul, belly. E tu che sai, Che memorie che struggi, Da me tanto rifuggi? So ben; le angoscie tue non le vuoi dir Non le vuoi dir; so ben ma ti senti morir! And the supertitles said And you, I know You struggle with your memories You avoid me so? I know well; your sufferings you don’t want to tell I know them; but you would rather die! And the violins ran up the scale, practically shouting with joy, and Billy’s heart sang along as the baritone leapt to his feet, singing La giovinezza mia non e ancor morta, Ne di te morto e il sovvenir… Se bu battesi, alla mia porta T ‘andrebbe il mio core ad aprir! The memories of my youth are not dead, Nor are my memories of my love for you; If you came to my door, My heart would rush to open it! As Musetta and Marcello rushed into each other’s embrace, Billy suppressed an urge to cheer, even though he had seen the opera before, and knew what would happen. Such a great story. This was the pair he was intrigued by; Rodolfo and Mimi were almost secondary. He abruptly remembered Dom and turned his head to see his lover’s response. Dom was weeping, tears silently coursing down his face in defiance of his earlier reservations. He was lost in the onstage lovers’ embrace, forgetting utterly the posh surroundings, the woman behind him, everything but the moment and how it made him feel. Billy touched his arm, and Dom jumped and turned an embarrassed face towards him. Billy reached up to wipe away a few tears. “Don’t be embarrassed, love,” he whispered. “Most everyone has the same reaction the first time they see this.” Dom fumbled for his hand again, found it and squeezed it. “I’m just happy for them, ‘s all. Why did they fall apart in the first place?” “Don’t know, love.” At which point they were shushed again by the ample woman behind them. The players were cavorting to a military beat as the act drew to a close, and as the lights rose for intermission, Dom smeared a hand across his face and sighed. “Geez, I’m such a idiot. Crying over opera.” Billy grinned. “Come on. Let’s go stretch legs.” ............................................................ Mimi was dying onstage, a victim of tuberculosis, which was amusing, since the soprano playing her was anything but wasting away. Dom had recovered enough to snicker at this, and even Billy admitted silently to himself that it was kind of funny. At last, after singing for another ten minutes, she was dead, the tenor had sung his high notes, and the curtain descended on Dom’s first opera. When the singers came out for bows, Billy noticed proudly that Dom’s were some of the loudest cheers. The collected their coats from the coatcheck and joined the flood of people heading towards the door, chattering about the show. Billy glanced over to Dom, who was quiet, drawn into his overcoat despite the mild weather, eyes gazing ahead without really seeing what they were looking at. “Well? What did ye think?” Billy held his breath for the answer. Dom looked at him, eyes thoughtful, as they broke away from the crowd and began to walk down the street, close enough to bump shoulder or hip once in a while. He was silent for a bit as they passed a block, just drifting in whichever direction they happened to be going. “I don’t know what to say. My mind’s too full. I thought Musetta and what’s ‘is face were much more interesting that the other two, but I’m sure you saw that.” Dom laughed a little, still a bit unsure of how that had quite happened. “I know how much music means to you, Bills. It’s one of your reasons for breathing. I’m beginning to see a bit why.” Billy halted in a pool of light cast by a street lamp, and waited until Dom noticed that he had stopped and came back. Dom drew up very close to him and smiled, serious bluegray eyes trained on his lover’s green ones. “Honestly? I’ve never felt that moved by something I used to make fun of. Unless I count you.” He ducked the playful swat directed his way. “Seriously, I loved it, Bills. Only you could come up with something like that to surprise me.” He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips against his boyfriend’s. “Now come on. All that death made me hungry.” Billy smiled an inward smile, following a humming Dom in search of a taxi.
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(no subject)	[Feb. 24th, 2004\|12:40 am]
Yay! First entry of my alter ego!
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