cimorene

From:

msilverstar

Pairing/Fandom: lotrips, implied PotC RPS - Monaboyd, Johnny/Orlando (although, nothing's really there in that, and the only reason Johnny Depp was even involved in this was because my fandoms never collide, so I'm just going to work with Dominic's man-crush on my husband. <3) also, sort of AU-y, as Beecake supposedly doesn't and never existed, and sort of a future!fic. really, i don't know what was going through my mind when I was writing this.
Theme: .x. The Conservatory, or, "Making Sweet Music" (<- more or less, this never happened.)
Title: The Pull of What We Can't Give Up Takes Hold
Author/Artist: [info]wilchel
Word Count: 2,968
Summary: "I mean, all that's left in Scotland is memories. And clean clothes."
Disclaimer: Yeaaaaa, I still obviously own them all and make them act this out for me. So realistic! Johnny Depp touched my hand, though. Ha, bitch, ha! ohai, title credit to Terra Naomi, because I miss when she was just some chick on YouTube. :< reference to Monty Python, reference to Band of Horses, and something I interpret to be a reference to my geometry teacher. It's not, though, since I wrote this before the school year started.
A/N: DEAR GOD, I JUST KEPT WRITING AND WRITING AND WRITING AND IT'S LIKE A NOVEL NOW I'M SORRY. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST WRITE 50,000 WORDS OF PWP MONABOYD ANGSTFLUFFSMUT AND CALL IT MY NANOWRIMO AMIRITE. Also, this whole thing was just sort of like a project for me, and the first few paragraphs were handwritten, and after I finished the first draft I went on vacation, printed out all thirty plus pages of this, and edited it by hand (and changed a major plot point to later in the story, which made for re-writing even more stuff by hand), and then typed it all out on the computer. Like, I really dedicated more than five hours to just editing this, jesuschristiamthesaddestpersoniknow. Anyway, it occurred to me in the middle of this that I really moar or less took my two obsessions - Johnny Depp and Monaboyd - and ruined one of them with the other, and it just made me lol lots. Anyway, I really think this was the best possible way I could have wasted the last month of my life, so maybe your tummy will tickle as much as mine did. (oh, and sometimes, get all knotty and angry and blahblahblah.) oh, and hey! it got to the point where i thought that if I threw 13,000+ words dedicated to Monaboyd at everyone in a oneshot, it would be a tad bit intimidating. As the story was already divided up into five parts, I decided to publish this in chapters as I finish putting the final touches on self-beta-ing. when all five chapters are up, I'll post the whole story together, as it was originally written. hurrah. p.s. guise turns out there's six chapters. Sorry for the wait? (I know, I know, it's not exactly excusable.)