Universes
The only true map of a thing is itself. Meanwhile, Noel ponders his and Julian’s existence in a way only he can.
Continue readinghe slashes one way… he slashes the other…
The only true map of a thing is itself. Meanwhile, Noel ponders his and Julian’s existence in a way only he can.
Continue readingWritten for Toratio on livejournal, who requested “Protective!Julian. Don’t care much of circumstances, just Julian protecting Noel. Hurt/comfort is love.” In a pub, Julian waits for Noel to come back from the bathroom. But he doesn’t come back.
Continue readingOn Christmas Eve, in the absence of Vince and his Plan Pony, Howard fails miserably at constructing a gingerbread house. His sad lump of greyish dough brings the flaws of their friendship to floury light.
Continue readingWhile Vince suits up, Howard scats out. What happens when each tries on the other’s identity for size? Take a peek inside for some comic scrambles, scat allergies, extremely tight jumpsuits, and sweet, sweet fluff. Did I mention rather tight jumpsuits?
Continue readingWhen Naboo goes Grinch and steals all public holidays from his hapless employees, Howard and Vince must make do with the one day they’ve got. So what is there to celebrate on a non-holiday holiday? (Well, fluff, for one thing.)
Continue readingLolling about in a park on a sunny day, Howard manages to drown himself in angst. Will Vince set aside his epic daisy chain and commence the CPR procedure?
Continue readingWhilst in a jazz trance, Howard accidentally lights Vince’s hair on fire and as a result, it becomes split-end central and bold-patch party. Feeling bad, Howard suggests that they enroll the help of Naboo, but discover that the shaman is out. Desperate for his strong blacks locks back, Vince steals a bottle of hair lotion from Naboo’s room and misreads the instructions. Chaos insures…
Continue readingWhat happens when Dan leaves hospital
Continue readingA series of vignettes, if you will. A snapshot fic, but I wanted to write one too.
Continue readingSimon Amstell/Matt Shultz I really tried to write slash, but it seemed to end up a little bit… sexless. Never-the-less, I enjoyed writing it.
Continue readingA songfic to “Made Up Stories” by Go:Audio
Continue readingDJs Smith and Jones. They had been together five years.
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