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crack_van2005-03-07 12:27 pm
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Very Good, Boyd by app1e_pi (rating varies from G - NC-17)
Apologies for not getting this out sooner. No internet sucks. :(
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Monaboyd
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app1e_pi
Author Website: pi [dot] monaboyd [dot] net
Why this must be read:
Crack!fic. Total, undulterated crack!fic. This story is an AU based on the works of P.G. Wodehouse. Dom is a proper English Gentlemen, who just happens to have an unproper affection for his butler, Boyd. Hilarity ensues when Orli, Liv, Miranda, and other LOTR characters join in the mix. Very hilarious and an excellent read.
Had Boyd made a joke? I stared at him, wide-eyed. No. Of course not. He gazed limpidly back at me, eyes like pools of deepest green, face as polite as... well. As always. "Indeed," I said weakly, before rallying myself to continue. "So. Bloomers is not my favorite fellow, as understatement might put it--" I glanced sharply at him, but no quiver of the lip, no twitch of cheek or jaw betrayed amusement, so I carried on-- "and I had thought this visit would be the perfect chance to serve myself up a nice brimming dish of revenge."
"Best served cold, as they say, sir," nodded Boyd.
"Precisely! And as they say in the blood-curdlers, I have motive, I have means--my own brain, and yours if I may be so bold as to borrow it--"
"--Always, sir."
"--thank you, and by coming here I have opportunity. Perfection, my dear man. And now this. This blasted, bloody, bally mess, wherein the ninnyhammering lout comes to ask my help in securing his own true love. Well, what is a fellow to do?"
"I do see your predicament, sir."
"Of course you do, Boyd, you're a man of honour. I cannot very well go bouncing about the place causing buckets of fish to fall on the fathead's fat head now that he's enlisted my aid."
"Certainly not, sir."
I threw my hands up. "I feel the whole trip has been wasted, and I can't even fake the stomach flu and duck out for the casinos. I have to stay and see it through to the doubtless harrowing end." I sank down upon the edge of the bed.
"Well, sir, we shall have to see what events transpire."
"I suppose," I said gloomily.
Very Good, Boyd
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Monaboyd
Author on LJ:
app1e_piAuthor Website: pi [dot] monaboyd [dot] net
Why this must be read:
Crack!fic. Total, undulterated crack!fic. This story is an AU based on the works of P.G. Wodehouse. Dom is a proper English Gentlemen, who just happens to have an unproper affection for his butler, Boyd. Hilarity ensues when Orli, Liv, Miranda, and other LOTR characters join in the mix. Very hilarious and an excellent read.
Had Boyd made a joke? I stared at him, wide-eyed. No. Of course not. He gazed limpidly back at me, eyes like pools of deepest green, face as polite as... well. As always. "Indeed," I said weakly, before rallying myself to continue. "So. Bloomers is not my favorite fellow, as understatement might put it--" I glanced sharply at him, but no quiver of the lip, no twitch of cheek or jaw betrayed amusement, so I carried on-- "and I had thought this visit would be the perfect chance to serve myself up a nice brimming dish of revenge."
"Best served cold, as they say, sir," nodded Boyd.
"Precisely! And as they say in the blood-curdlers, I have motive, I have means--my own brain, and yours if I may be so bold as to borrow it--"
"--Always, sir."
"--thank you, and by coming here I have opportunity. Perfection, my dear man. And now this. This blasted, bloody, bally mess, wherein the ninnyhammering lout comes to ask my help in securing his own true love. Well, what is a fellow to do?"
"I do see your predicament, sir."
"Of course you do, Boyd, you're a man of honour. I cannot very well go bouncing about the place causing buckets of fish to fall on the fathead's fat head now that he's enlisted my aid."
"Certainly not, sir."
I threw my hands up. "I feel the whole trip has been wasted, and I can't even fake the stomach flu and duck out for the casinos. I have to stay and see it through to the doubtless harrowing end." I sank down upon the edge of the bed.
"Well, sir, we shall have to see what events transpire."
"I suppose," I said gloomily.
Very Good, Boyd