At My Doorstep

People always leave presents at the door of their favourite actor's homes. However, the one left in Orlando Bloom's door one fine Californian spring day is different from the rest. Very different

LEGALESE::: I claim no personal knowledge of any of the actors depicted in these stories. They are not aware that I'm writing this. None of this actually happened. If you recognize them, they aren't mine. They so rightfully belong to themselves. I am pleased and honoured that they grace us with a piece of themselves every time they make a film (or in Billy's case, every time he speaks; the man can read me the telephone book and I'd be happy). My only goals in writing this are to honour them in prose and to give fellow fans a good bout of story-telling.

note about real-person fics::: I used to be squidgy about this too. Still am a bit, actually, which is why I can't read/write fics that turn real people into evil villains like I could TV/comic-fics. However, because I am rather evil myself and weak-willed besides(never a good combination), I have justified this series by telling myself that I am not writing anything here that would make me ashamed to read it aloud to the person I'm writing about and my mother at the same time.