The Leathery Man-Witch and the Hoary Old Yeti
Vince has an age crisis. Howard offers some words of comfort. He also makes paella.
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Vince has an age crisis. Howard offers some words of comfort. He also makes paella.
Continue readingSometimes he has nightmares. Some nights. Most nights. I try to remember but it’s hard to forget when he’s like this. ONE-SHOT.
Continue readingWhat goes on the roof stays on the roof. Howard never lets me finish my sentences. Once, just once, I really wish he would.
Continue readingThe good old days.
Continue readingNoel wants a baby. Badly.
Continue readingAfter their return from the tundra Vince teases Howard about saying that he loves him. Will Vince be able to quit the banter and say what he really feels?
Continue readingIt’s Naboo’s turn to be in need of rescue when The Hitcher gets hold of The Amulet again. Lots of Naboo-peril and angst, hurt/comfort, Bondage!Naboo, Victim!Naboo, smarmy innocent fun.
Continue readingVince wonders how he can make Howard see that this “I love you” is different.
Continue readingJazz clubs are not thrilling for Vince Noir.
Continue readingThe only true map of a thing is itself. Meanwhile, Noel ponders his and Julian’s existence in a way only he can.
Continue readingFed up with his increasing alienation from Howard, Vince decides to forcibly regress into his sunshiney days.
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.
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