[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
Title: Enriching the Mind
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Author: Culumacilinte
Summary: Howard is trying to read. He has Very Important Things to read here, Vince, he's living the intellectual life, he doesn't have time to-- ah-- really, he doesn't.

Or: Vince launches a campaign of seduction by annoyance.
Rating: M
Word count: 1827

There is a moment where Howard could do something, push Vince away or snap at him to leave him be-- but he doesn’t. He just harrumphs and squares his shoulders and turns even more emphatically to his book.

Vince grins into Howard’s hair.

[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com

SO WHO’S READY FOR A MIGHTY BOOSH DÆMON AU??? Hell fucking yeah. Because dæmon AUs are THE BEST and I love them, and I don’t think there exists one yet for the Boosh! Which is shocking. (Psst, those of you who don’t know His Dark Materials; you don’t really need to, a quick wiki of dæmon will serve you just fine)

Title: Wild Above Rule or Art
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir, but only in a very gen preslashy way
Author: Culumacilinte
Summary: But no, that isn’t right; that story’s been told before, and elsewhere. Let me try again.

Or: there are many universes and many continuities; when your soul lives outside your body, some things change. An exploration of possibilities.
Rating: G
Word count: 8298

‘I need a gesture, little man’, says Howard. His Mathilde is on the ground at his side, though Howard usually carries her himself, her little paws splayed firm on the dirty wet brick amongst grit and greasy takeaway wrappers and bottlecaps and fag ends. Her whiskers twitch, nervous.

Vince, more than likely, is going to do something stupid. He usually does. No-one ever taught him how to handle these kinds of situations, you see.

[identity profile] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
As this story is now finished I thought I had better post a link here, just in case.
Final chapter is now up at my lj HERE and at Ao3 HERE
Thanks to everyone who read it and was so supportive.
Ta. xx
[identity profile] sallysorrell.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Christmas Special of Glitter – Chapter 7
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Summary: A visitor to the Nabootique throws a proverbial spanner in the works, with plans to throw an actual party.
Rating: PG
Word count: ~1400

Read more... )
[identity profile] garrideb.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Christmas Special of Glitter – Chapter 6
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Summary: Vince and Howard flee the Velvet Onion, the Spirit of Jazz hot on their heels.
Rating: PG
Word count: ~1500

Read more... )
[identity profile] concupiscence66.livejournal.com
Title:  Christmas Special of Glitter Chapter 3
Author:  Concupid
Pairing:  Howard/Vince
Rating:  PG-13
Summary:  Who can possibly help Howard and Vince with their new dilema?  Doesn't matter, they're just going to call Naboo as usual.
Author's note:  I don't know who I am any more, but thanks to Bluey for helping me keep the two Christmas eve body swap Howince stories straight.  Well, straight probably isn't the word...

http://concupiscence66.livejournal.com/109110.html
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Christmas Special of Glitter – Chapter 2
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Summary: In which Vince does some snooping, and there is accidental magic
Rating: PG
Word count: 1453
Notes: Any similarity to other Howince stories being written at this time are, honest m'lud, completely coincidental. I HAD THE IDEA and was halfway through writing the chapter when a certain other fic was posted, and I went, '... Well shit.' But it's a good trope, and there's not enough of it as is, SO I WENT AHEAD ANYWAY. Also, so many apologies for how long this took me. I have no good excuse.

In scribbly cursive, someone had written, Being a Test of Outlook, for the furtherance and enhancement of Ardour and Understanding between Paramours. )
[identity profile] candiedkitty.livejournal.com
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] candiedkitty at The Mighty Boosh Baby Ch 1
Title: The Mighty Boosh Baby Chapter 1
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh, Howince
Characters: Howard, Vince, Naboo, Bollo, Lance
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So I like to think that Howard and Vince are a dysfunctional married couple for the entire series. I may even rewrite some episodes with that little element for fun. But for now, here's this thing. I saw some requests on forums and thought what the heck, why not. Enjoy.
Genre: Comedy, Slash, Romance, Fluff
Warning: Contains lemon, mpreg
Word count: 1787
---

Read more... )
[identity profile] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
Title: More than just a pretty face
Fandom: Mighty Boosh
Warnings: Vince and Howard just can't seem to get their act together.

Chapter 12 is now up on AO3
Right HERE!

Ta. xx
[identity profile] life-downsized.livejournal.com
Title:  The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom 2015 - The Epilogue?!
Author:  life_downsized / theycallmetheomelettedreamer
Pairing:  Howard/Vince
Rating:  G
Warnings:  you might choke on the fluff
Summary:  Howard and Vince watch a very special TV show, and Howard has a very special secret.
Author's note:  Surprise, bitch - bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! Lynn very kindly asked me if I wanted to contribute to this story, and though I didn't want to get under anyone's toes by meddling with the main plot I couldn't quite resist writing a little surprise epilogue for y'all - how could I miss the Halloween Special. So, here it is. Hope you enjoy, and maybe I'll see you at Christmas...

“Howard. Howard. Howard? Howard? Howard! Howard? Howard! Howard!” )
[identity profile] concupiscence66.livejournal.com
Title:  The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom 2015  Part 12
Author:  Concupiscence66
Pairing:  Howard/Vince, Howard/various monsters
Rating:  PG-13
Warnings:  nothing you wouldn't see on the show
Summary:  Howard faces his deepest, darkest fear
Author's note:  I can't believe we've made it to chapter 12 and I can't believe how amazing the first 11 chapters have been! oficialashcroft is up next, and I hope I have given you something to work with and not just a crazy mess.

http://concupiscence66.livejournal.com/108993.html
[identity profile] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
Not a new chapter, just posting the links to my journal and AO3 because I haven't put the last couple of chapters up here I don't think.
Ta.

More than just a pretty face
Chapter 9
Howard, Vince, Brain Secretary

LJ: http://littleredchucks.livejournal.com/66316.html
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4381325/chapters/11616193

Ta. xx
[identity profile] basooniverse.livejournal.com
sorry for the wait, school's hit me like a breezeblock of pain

Title: The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom Chapter 6
Category: Collab (Howard/Vince)
Summary: Howard's landed himself in a bizarre world, desperately trying to remember how he got to the mirror world as he wanders the land, but he isn't alone for long...
Rating: G
Warnings: None really, some extremely mild sexual undertones but honestly, less than that in the episodes themselves :P

“Oof,” cried Howard as he fell to his knees painfully, his hands sprawling out before him to cushion the fall.

He lifted his head and his brown curls hung in his eyes, slightly damp with sweat. He pushed them aside with the back of one hand and pushed himself onto his knees, his heart racing. In that mirror before he’d ended up here, wherever ‘here’ was, it couldn’t have been… could it? Howard gave his head a shake and got to his feet slowly.

His palms and knees were covered in some kind of dust or powder from the light coloured earth beneath him, cracked like mud in a hot desert, but the colour of snow. He clapped his hands together to rid them of the fine powder and brushed off his cords. The sky was brilliantly blue, almost too blue, with not a single cloud in sight.

“Where am I?” he wondered aloud, looking all around him, but no matter which way he turned the view was the same. Well, except for the mirror protruding from the ground directly behind him.

Howard placed his hand against it tentatively, he didn’t want to go back, not to that deranged version of Vince, certainly not to the way it made him feel when they touched.

“But this is a dream,” he told himself firmly. “Just a stupid dream. Probably all the stress from the campaign.”

He pushed a little against the silver surface, but it was as solid as Nicky “Hot Tuba” Malone’s third and final jazz record. Howard sighed and set off walking in the first direction his feet took him.

He’d made tea for the two of them, that Howard did remember. He sat on the side of the bed while Vince changed into his pyjamas, not that he was paying attention to that, he was reading. Howard couldn’t remember what book it was. He could remember the light blue bottoms and white t-shirt Vince had worn, but the name of his book escaped him.

Howard vaguely wondered what time it was; how long he’d been walking. It was light, but he couldn’t see a sun in the endless blue sky.

Vince had snuggled down under the covers of the bed beside Howard, chattering away about his new cape and some vaguely famous American pop star he’d thought he’d caught a glimpse of in a coffee shop. Then he’d fallen asleep… no, he had to have done something before that. He’d gone somewhere…

Howard stopped in his tracks and snapped his fingers.

Vince, he’d said. Come on, get out from there, you’ve got to brush your teeth.

But Howard, Vince had whined in response. It’s so warm in here. And I’m comfy.

Vince, you’ve had about six sugars in your tea! Your teeth will rot if you don’t take care of them.

Aw, come on Howard, one night ain’t gonna hurt! Get in with me, it’s nice and toasty.

He’d drawn back the duvet on Howard’s side, his own body still completely covered in its warmth, and grinned up at him.

Dental hygiene is an important- Howard had started, but Vince sighed overdramatically and reluctantly gotten out of bed.

Fine, he’d said in exasperation. But you owe me for making me cold.

That was all he could remember. Vince had finished in the loo, and Howard had gone in to get changed into his pyjamas (he, unlike Vince, had some dignity left, thank you sir) and brush his teeth. He’d just finished brushing them when something in the mirror had caught his eye-

“Howard?”

Howard’s head snapped up at the sound of his name.

“Howard?”

“Vince?” he cried, peering into the distance and setting off at a run. “Vince?”

“Howard!”

There was a shape in front of Howard, coming into focus slowly as he sprinted towards it, “Vince? Vince, is that you?”

“Howard, where the hell are you?” Vince’s voice answered.

“Vince, I’m coming!” the image of the ornate mirror blossomed before him and Howard slowed his pace to a trot, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Howard!” Vince exclaimed from far closer than he’d expected, and then something collided with him and thin arms were around his neck.

“Don’t touch me!” Howard said automatically.

“Howard, are you alright?” Vince asked, pulling back to inspect him, running fingers through his hair and tugging at his curls.

“What are you doing?” he demanded and swatted his hands away. “Get off.”

“Oh thank god you’re okay,” Vince sighed. “I thought you were… nevermind. You’re not hurt? Mr. Susan didn’t get to you?”

“Vince, I’m fine,” Howard assured him flippantly. “How did you even get here?”

“Same as you,” he said simply. “Through the mirror world. I mean, he broke all the mirrors in our room, but-”

“But this,” Howard gestured around them. “How’d you get here?

“Come on, Howard,” he grinned. “There was one old, hideous mirror in the whole room. I could’ve guessed which one you’d stumbled through.”

“It’s probably a valuable antique,” Howard countered and puffed out his chest. “Worth a lot of money-”

“Oh, come off it, Howard,” Vince laughed, but his expression softened and he put a hand on his arm. “I found the right mirror, that’s the important bit.”

“But,” Howard’s brow creased again as he looked back at the mirror. “How did I find it again? I’ve been walking for hours!”

“I’ve told you!” he rolled his eyes. “If you’re where there ain’t any landmarks and you’ve got one leg shorter than the other-”

“Don’t you dare start knocking the pins, sir,” Howard warned. “Or I will come at you like a mighty harpoon! They call me harpoon Moon!”

“Alright, Moby Dick, take it easy,” Vince snorted.

“You know Moby Dick was the whale right?” Howard said. “Nevermind. Erm, Vince?”

“Yeah Howard?” he replied, both of their voices soft and uncertain.

“Um, when exactly were you in the mirror world?” He asked, looking at his feet.

“What d’you mean?” Vince replied, tilting his head to one side.

“I just-” he stuttered. “You weren’t there when- I mean, you didn’t see me at all did you?”

“Err,” Vince bit his thumb nervously, his other hand ruffling his hair. “No.”

Howard just nodded in response, shuffling his feet, “Oh. Right. What about…”

“Fossil?” Vince asked quietly and Howard finally looked up. “Yeah. I saw him too. Scary. He sounded all scared and… I dunno Howard, but it was well creepy.”

“Wait, Vince,” Howard said slowly. “What-?”

He reached out a hand and Vince flinched away.

“Don’t,” he whispered under his breath.

Howard held the piece of fabric buried in his soft black locks between his fingers gently and took a step closer to him.

“What is this?” He asked softly. “Vince, what happened? What did he do to you?”

“I don’t know,” Vince admitted. “One minute I was asleep and the next he was in the room with me, and you were gone and then he came at me and I stabbed him with my seam ripper and then… this happened.”

“But how?” Howard asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” he cried. “But I spent the last half hour doing this!”

Vince gestured to the sequined strips of fabric.

“They were hideous, Howard!” he whined, distinctly panicky. “All disgusting shades of mustard and brown and olive. Grimy bits of shammy and rags, there’s no way I could’ve ever pulled that off! Howard, it was horrible!”

“Hey little man, it’s alright,” Howard cooed, taking his hand. “The sequins look great.”

Vince gave him a weak smile, “Thanks Howard. Sorry I didn’t come looking for you sooner-”

“It’s alright,” Howard said again.

“What about Fossil? What are we gonna do, Howard? We’ve gotta help him.”

“But the mirror,” Howard argues. “We can’t back through it. How are we going to get out of here?”
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
Sorry this one took so long, guys!

Title: The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom – Chapter 5
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir pre-slash
Summary: Howard is confronted by a denizen of the mirror world, and discovers someone else trapped there
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,127
Warnings: A bit of sexual aggression, but nothing worse than you'd see in the show

'Oh!' Vince's eyes went wide and excited, and he pushed himself off the wall in a sinuous arc of motion that started at his hips. 'I know, lemme show you something.' )
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com

Title: Night Watch
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Author: Culumacilinte
Summary: However narcissistic he is, the sight of himself in his Zooniverse jacket had never before been sufficient to turn Vince on, but, well, it’s all about context, isn’t it?
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2898
Notes: From the prompt: ‘I have a head-canon that Vince only ever agreed to work night watch (on the condition it was with Howard) cos he was hoping Howard would make a move - what if once they’re together they role play 'nightwatch’ so Vince’s fantasies can come true?’

'Howaaaaard,' he whinges as he throws himself down on the couch. 'Night watch is so boring. Can't we at least put the telly on?'

[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
More trans!Howard! Becayse she is my precious baby and there can never be enough of her.

Title: Howard B. Conducts Further Explorations
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Author: Culumacilinte
Summary: … And Vince joins her. A narrative following the events of Pea: or, the Rediscovery of Howard B. Moon, in which Howard’s transition continues apace, and her romance with Vince takes on a new dimension.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8,326

Part of her felt a little silly, like she was trying to woo herself, like she needed persuasion with jazz and soft touches before she could get herself into bed. She sniffed at that part. 'It's not like I wouldn't be listening to jazz anyway, with Vince out of the house.'
[identity profile] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
More than just a pretty face
Chapter 7
Rated G to PG

Available on AO3 or on my LiveJournal HERE

Thank you. xx
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
More fic from me! Not any of the things I've been, you know, working on for the past three months, but rather a thing that I accidentally wrote because I have A LOT OF FEELS about jungle child Vince, and s3!Vince, and a criminal weakness for tragedy buttons centring around childhood and forgetting. Fluff and angst.

Title: To Jump on the Wind's Back
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir, but it's pretty gen
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: G
Word count: 3,333
Summary: It’s easy to forget, sometimes, if you don’t have any reminders. Vince gets a reminder.

When Howard opened his eyes, it was to the weight of Vince kneeling across his hips and smiling down at him with such unadulterated sunshine that Howard felt briefly like he was eleven years old again, seeing that smile for the first time and unused to the force of it.
[identity profile] ideserveyou.livejournal.com
... they're only drabbles. But they are the first actually writted-down fic I've written in months, so I'm going to post them as a reminder to myself to write more and better things over the coming weeks... months... years... who knows?
Anyway *clears throat nervously*:

Title: Drabble: Look At Them Shine
Summary: Vince has a guilty secret
Rating: PG-13, nothing explicit
Warnings: there are probably reasons nobody writes this particular Noelian pairing...
Length: 100 words
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I don’t own them and they’re not making me any money, they’re just making me happy. Don’t ask why they make me happy in this particular way. They just do.
Notes: Honestly, I despair. I have writer’s block for months and THIS is how my muse chooses to return??? I’ve gone wrong. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and even a hundred crappy words are a big improvement on no words at all...


Welcome! There are over seventeen – Oh, it’s you again.

I like your boots, look at them shine!

Stop primping your hair, vanity will get you nowhere. Look at me, I can give you what you want.

Take off your jacket... no, stop looking at your reflections, you haven’t put on weight since last week... now the shirt.

Ah. There’s a smear there. Let me wipe it away.

I know what you want – a good polishing. Yes. A rub with my softest cloth. A feel of my mirrorballs. A quick squirt. Oooh... warm...

Why have you never told me your name?


Title: Drabble: The End of the Road
Summary: The Moon didn’t need to see that.
Rating: PG-13, nothing explicit although it’s pretty dark
Warnings: character death
Length: 100 words
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I don’t own them and they’re not making me any money, they’re just making me happy. Don’t ask why they make me happy in this particular way. They just do.
Notes: It’s good to be writing again. Apologies for the subject matter. I have a whole list of odd Noelian Boosh pairings to explore and I’m hoping perhaps some of them might give rise to something more substantial, also pleasanter to look at!

By the light of the full Moon... the main Moon... which is me... something crawls among the binbags in the dump.

It’s good that the Moon can’t smell the smells of Earth, just cheese. Up here is only cheese.

Rats like cheese. That down there is too big for a rat, jagged teeth glistening, one crazy eye reflecting my face.

A needle-clawed paw scrabbles at the air; a thin voice wails on the wind.

I turn away and sing a song.

After three songs, the wailing stops.

Sometimes, when you are the Moon, all you can do is look away.
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com

Title: Not Doing Anything (Seven Minutes)
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: Teen
Word count: 2260
A/N: Set ambiguously during the time they were at university together, as they apparently were in at least one continuity. Unfulfilled teenage tension, awww yeah.
Summary: Until ‘Howard and Vince!’ someone says, and laughs burst out around the circle. ‘Pff, like they’re not doing it already!’ laughs a girl, and Vince turns to see Howard’s face battling to decide whether it wants to turn red or white.

From the prompt 'Howard/Vince-- Seven Minutes in Heaven'

The laughter and chatter of the group of kids is muffled by the door and the heavy fabric of coats, but the dark, close space of the closet is full of breaths and heartbeats, and the awkward shift of Howard’s feet.

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