Title: Burns Night
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy Boyd / Viggo Mortensen
Feedback: yes please! also constructive criticism of any kind
Disclaimer: not true, I made it up
Archive: yes, go ahead, please let me know
Notes: Seems to be in the same Billy-Viggoverse as Jalapeño
, written for the contrelamontre
food challenge. Triggered by airgiodslv
, thank you darling!
You always get swamped by the wave you don't see coming.
In the beautiful New Zealand summer, it's bampot to long for the rain on stone streets, the pub, the warm fug of sweat and beer, the mates, the music.
So it's a shock when an arm wraps around your chest, and a throaty voice whispers, "Happy Burns Night," in an accent that's just wrong.
And then you can't stop laughing at the package with the stupid tartan bow. You feel beloved, but it's fucking funny.
It finally comes out in a wheeze that hurts your chest, "I hate haggis."