Falling Apart
Noel is falling apart, and Julian is trying to hold him together.
Continue readinghe slashes one way… he slashes the other…
Noel is falling apart, and Julian is trying to hold him together.
Continue readingNoel reflects on the effects of last nights… fun.
– a fic i wrote rather drunk, turned out better than i thought and relates to Noel breaking in that nice red jacket a couple of days ago. (N/R)
Noel’s had a wee bit of a break down (UNDERSTATEMENT); and it’s Julian’s fault. The Boosh is over, has been for years now and no one’s quite sure why. All Julian knows is that things are bad with Noel and time’s running out before he can save him. Because only he can.
Continue readingA choose-your-own-adventure story in which Julian prepares a wonderful evening for his and Noel’s anniversary. Noel stands him up. Will Noel’s drug problems tear them apart, or bring them closer together?
Continue readingSaboo hated these shamanic get-togethers, he really did. Written from the prompt Naboo non-con. Please. Any pairing, any character, just some Victim!Naboo. Maybe Saboo finding him in a weakened state (fight? some kind of shaman illness?) and deciding to take advantage. I really couldn’t manage proper non-con, though. I have rather a huge dislike of rape!fic, so this was as close as I managed to get.
Continue readingWritten from the prompt ‘Dave Brown and Russell Brand, eating some pastry goods and discussing how whore-y all the others are.’
Continue readingRosey was silent; Bauer spoke entirely too much. They both have things to learn.
Continue reading“Noel just grinned and went a few more wobbly paces, yanking Julian along behind him like a careworn teddy bear.” It all started under sodium-orange streetlights, where girls looked pretty in Perspex, and things got steadily worse from there. Julian tried to ignore the burning jealousy and memories of a star-pricked night far away from home…
Continue readingJulian Barratt/Russell Brand. Inspired by Julian and Noel’s appearance on Russell Brand’s 1 Leicester Square, and before at The Secret Policeman’s Ball. I saw sparks.
Continue readingHoward/Mrs Gideon. Why Mrs Gideon never recognises Howard Moon. The whole, sex-drenched story. Read on!
Continue readingValentines challenge entry – Howard is tired of being lonely and puts out a personal ad, with messy results. Now he’s being stalked down the streets of London with a love-struck best mate, an aloof microphone, and a pop song that just… won’t… get… out of his head! Most incomprehensible summary ever, but it might make sense if you read the fic. 😀
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