[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] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
Title: Attention Seeking Behaviour
Fandom: Nathan Barley
Rating: N17/Explicit
Word count: 4334
Warnings: Sex, alcohol, all the usual Dan Ashcroft angst

To be found over on AO3

Ta ra. xx
[identity profile] hobbit-feets.livejournal.com
Are you in the mood for Baby Boosh with a side helping of weirdly sexual, blurrily-boundaried friendship and foot fetish? Well, HAVE I GOT A FIC FOR YOU! *fingerguns, oh yeah, chicka chickaaa*

Title: Overground
Pairing: Julian Barratt/Noel Fielding
Author: Culumacilinte
Summary: Noel has a thing for Julian’s feet. More or less. It’s all a bit weird.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4830

Noel takes to doodling foot monsters, in pencil and sharpie and sloppy acrylic paints. Most of them are only just barely recogniseable as feet; they've got bums or tentacles or ears, strange and misshapen. The foot thing is clearly some kind of grotesque fascination generally, regardless of Noel's individual feelings on his or Julian's individual feet.

[identity profile] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
It's not a very happy thing but is hopefully hopeful toward the end.

Title: A Scree Slope
Fandom: Nathan Barley
Word count: 2,080
Rating: T for adult themes
Warnings: Mentions of mental illness

To be found HERE at AO3.

Ta. xx
[identity profile] ideserveyou.livejournal.com
Since the Halloween Special this year was such a blast (THANK YOU ALL HUGELY FOR BEING SO AWESOME!) I wondered whether anyone would like to give a Christmas Special round robin a go? Same format, same rules guidelines? Sign up in this thread if so (or send me a tumblr message) and I'll add you to the list.

Signups will close next Friday (4th) and I'll post an author list over the weekend (5th or 6th, it's a busy weekend but I'm sure I can get to the computer at some point!) and wait to see what happens...

(If anyone else wants to take over the organization, let me know. I'm very happy to do it but equally I don't want to come across as the permanently bossy one, I'm just as happy to sit back and let someone else be in charge! Not that it is a particularly onerous job tbh because booshlrs are so good at team things.)

OK, I'm in, are you?

Update. So far we have the following authors on the signup list:

anroisinrua (not first)
carolyn_claire (not first)
hobbit_feets/culumacilinte (not first)

So we are definitely going ahead. Please do sign up if you're not already on the list, the more the merrier! Don't be shy, I don't care if we end up with a hundred chapters and a finale that happens at Midsummer, thanks to Cully the fandom now has a list of betas if you would like someone to cast an eye over your chapter before you post, it doesn't matter if you have never written for this fandom before, nobody has to write smut if they don't want to... All that sort of thing. Let me know if you really, really want (or don't want) to be first or last - apart from that, the order will be determined by random draw of names from a hat (or possibly a jam jar). Thanks Booshlrs, it's just lovely to feel the enthusiasm radiating from you all!
[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] littleredchucks.livejournal.com
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] littleredchucks at Halloween Special of Doom! The Conclusion!
The final chapter in this year's Halloween Boosh round robin story.
I hope it meets with everyone's approval. Many thanks for the wonderful chapters that have come before this one, it's been a wild ride!

Rated PG
The happy conclusion:

Read more... )

[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.

[identity profile] yeahwehadatime.livejournal.com
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Summary: Howard and Vince made it through their mirror, but are they safe yet?
Rating: PG-13 (for a little psychological fear)
Word count: 1,110
As far as I know, The Mighty Boosh and its characters are definitely not mine - the content/events here are purely fictional and a result of a fairly twisted imagination. No harm intended, the author is writing for fun and no profit
Notes: thank you thank you thank you to [livejournal.com profile] ideserveyou for organizing the special this year!
Link to masterpost with all the chapters: BOO
Read more... )
[identity profile] bluestocking79.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom – Chapter 10
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Summary: Despite being in the dark, some things become clearer.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1650
Notes: Apologies for the delay in posting, but I hope the fact that it’s a long chapter makes up for the lateness! Thanks again to [livejournal.com profile] ideserveyou for organizing this year's special; it's been a real treat to read and be able to join in.
Link to Masterlist of Chapters: Here

Howard blinked. And blinked again. Not that it made any difference in the view; the room remained stubbornly dark. With no windows and no other source of light, the only way he could tell he wasn’t alone in the universe was because of the racket everybody else was making.

“Christ, you’re hopeless. You’ve never met a situation you couldn’t make more difficult, have you?”

“S’not exactly helping, is it, Saboo?”

“Vincey? Moon? MOON, WHERE’D YOU GO? YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! Moon Moon Moon, if you can get me outta here, I promise not to hate you… so much… on Fridays…”

“Howard?” Vince’s voice somehow sliced like a knife through every other distraction and annoyance, sounding small and lost and oddly young. He never had liked the dark. For as long as they’d shared a bedroom, there had always been some cheerful, childish nightlight brightening the corner of it. “Howard? Howard, where are you?”

Read more... )
[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.

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] carolyn-claire.livejournal.com
Pairing: Howard/Vince (and maybe Howard/Mirror-Vince? Muah-ha)
Author: Carolyn Claire
Rating: Here there be swears. PG-13
Words: I don't know, I didn't count. More than a few, less than a lot.
Summary: It just gets weirder and worse, pretty much.
Thanks for letting me play, guys! This has been hugely fun. I hope it doesn't show how long it's been for me. Don't tell me if it does. (No, concrit is always welcome, seriously.)
Special of Doom masterpost: BOO


"Aaaaah!" Vince staggered back a step and then ducked behind Howard, who was grimacing at the image of the next President of the United States drooling against the other side of a sheet of glass.

"Moon! Moonmoonmooneymoonmoon baby, get me outta here! C'mon." Vince peeked at Fossil from around Howard's arm, down at about bicep level. "Vince! My little Vincey-princey, little blue baby blanket boy, you wanna help your old Uncle Bob, don't you?" When they both stared at him without answering, Bob pounded his fists against the glass. "Seriously, guys, get me out! It stinks in here! I mean, it really stinks--there's no toilet and I'm running out of floor space!"

Vince gagged softly. Howard glanced down at him, swallowed, and rubbed at his temple. The headache was getting worse. "Look, Mr. Fossil--"

"Bobby-bob-bob," Fossil whimpered.

"Mr. Fossil," Howard continued, "we aren't entirely sure how we got here, ourselves." The pain was melting into a faint halo of light that crept in around the edges of his vision and flickered, nearly imperceptibly, in time with his pulse. "We know we came in through a mirror. Probably." Bob turned his head to mash one eyeball against the glass; it rolled left, then right, as if he were trying to see the wall his mirror was suspended from on their side. "If you got in there, you should be able to...step back through?"

"Oh, right. Do I LOOK like a mirror-walking-thruer-person?" Bob took a step back and then lauched himself forward, mashing his nose and banging his forehead against the glass. "Mommy!" he wailed, and then, when Howard thought the man couldn't possibly get any more repulsive, he started to cry.

"Howard," Vince moaned, sounding near tears himself.

"Just, everyone, just simmer down and let me think." It was too much to deal with at once, even for a Man of Action, and certainly for a Man of Action with a stabbing headache.

"Oh, wonderful. Everyone get comfortable, Moon's thinking. Fortunately I, for one, had no plans for the next decade." The eyeroll was audible; Howard and Vince turned, and then the eyeroll was visible, too, as Saboo radiated annoyance from a small, multi-colored mirror high up on the wall behind them.

"That's not helping," Naboo lisped, and Howard's knees went a little wobbly with relief. Naboo's mirror was blue-framed and irridescent, setting off his turban attractively.

"All right, Naboo!" Vince grinned broadly at him. "Looking good."

"I know." Naboo preened a bit, then leaned in and frowned. "Hey, Vince, aren't you--"

"Naboo, good, hello." One thing at a time, Howard thought. "Wonderful to see you."

"Oh, hello Saboo, thank you so much for leaving the council meeting and coming to save our butts again, and before you even had a chance to put forward the proposal you spent the last two weeks preparing," Saboo groused.

"Harrison would never have voted for the t-shirts," Naboo said, turning to look up in the direction of Saboo's mirror.

Saboo huffed. "That's because he's a ballbag. I mean, he's LITERALLY a ballbag, he has no torso."

"COULD WE," Howard began, then took a breath when everyone jumped, "could we maybe focus, a little? We would very much like to get home as soon as possible, thank you."

"Are you coming to get us, Naboo?" Vince asked, bouncing in place a bit.

"Not exactly," Naboo said. Howard's temple throbbed. "You'll have to get yourselves out of this one. We can help guide you, though."

"Terrific," Howard muttered. Fossil whispered a soft "Mommy" from behind them.

Vince frowned as he looked back and forth from Naboo to Saboo. "Why are you in different mirrors?"

"We aren't really," Naboo said. "We aren't actually here. We're astral projecting."

"I'm astral projecting," Saboo said. "You're high as fuck."

"This is some really good shit," Bollo agreed, leaning into view from the side of Naboo's mirror.

Naboo frowned and pushed him away. "Get off."

"And you aren't actually there, either. You think you are because your brains are so small." Saboo smirked. "But really, you're not so much there as you are sort of there."

Howard felt his face getting red. "So, what, we're supposed to tap our heels together three times while saying 'There's no place like home'?"

"Sounds well awkward. Don't think it'll catch on." Vince looked down at his boots and twisted on the balls of his feet. "Got kind of a funky chicken vibe."

"What you don't want to do," Naboo croaked, then breathed out a gust of smoke, "is pick the wrong mirror."

"Thank you, yes, that had occurred to us." Now Howard's head hurt AND he was starting to need to use the facilities, of which there were none. He thought of Fossil and felt a little sick.

"Mr. Susan told me that if I picked wrong, I'd have to stay here forever." Vince looked into a cheval mirror to his right, then turned and patted at his hair. "Which wouldn't be all that bad, actually--I mean, the light's really good."

Howard opened his mouth to reprimand Vince for his vanity, as per usual, when what he saw in Vince's mirror made him pause and then freeze in fear. The image of Vince smiled back at Howard, the cruel twist of its lips not at all echoing Vince's open, astonished mouth.

"Hey, Howard," Mirror-Vince said, flicking a glance down and back up Howard's body. "Need an opening? I'll let you in my...mirror."

"That was the worst attempt at innuendo I've ever heard," Saboo said, "and considering the amount of time I've spent around Harrison, that's saying something."

"Howard, who is that?" Vince whispered. Howard reached out to squeeze Vince's shoulder, which felt disturbingly small under his large palm.

"Oh, this is bad," Naboo said, looking across the room from his own spot on the wall to where Mirror-Vince's mirror stood. "Howard, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing!" Howard felt Vince pull away from his hand as he turned to look up at him, but Howard couldn't look away from the mirror, and he certainly couldn't look into Vinces'--his Vince's--face.

"Howard been kissing precious Vince," Bollo growled.

"Yeah, but which one?" Naboo answered, just as Vince shrieked.

"What was that?" Vince pointed behind Howard, and as Howard turned to look, something dark seemed to pass from one mirror to another, behind the glass. "That's it, we're going." Vince grabbed at Howard's hand and pulled him in the direction of the heart-shaped mirror.

"Vince, no!" Naboo shouted, and Howard stopped, which jerked Vince to a stop, too. "You don't even want to know what will happen if you choose the wrong one."

Vince bit his lip, then looked up at Howard entreatingly. His eyes had never been wider or bluer; unfortunately, he'd also never been shorter. How could he not realize what had happened to him?

"It's our mirror, Howard," Vince said softly, "Isn't it? Doesn't it have to be?"

Howard inhaled slowly, then squeezed Vince's hand. "Yeah, little man. That one's ours."

"Oh, gag me with a tentacle," Saboo sighed.

And then the lights went out.
[identity profile] worriedeye.livejournal.com
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Author: worriedeye/bythepoweroftopshop

Summary: This isn't what I initially planned to write, but you know how sometimes you've an idea but when you start writing it becomes something else entirely.  I'm actually blaming this on all the recent Noel interviews and the mention of Monster Munch in his selfie.  I feel a bit odd today, my emotional response to that last Times interview in particular has left me feeling, I dunno, numb maybe.  It's weird.  I can't seem to find the words to describe how I feel so I wrote this instead.  Therefore I'm really, really sorry that it only develops the plot a little bit and I'm also sorry that I made it quite long.  Please know that it's just because I needed some fluff amidst my angst today.  I dearly hope you can all find something you can enjoy in it too.  Xx

Spolier:  This whole chapter is based on the quote: "I couldn't tell you what life was like before Julian.  He made me.  Out of scraps."

Rating: PG-13 because of death mention.
Word count: 2300 - whoops sorry. x
Notes: No character belongs to me as you well know.  Due to this post being too big for LJ and me not wanting to mess around with the html to get it smaller it's posted over on ArchiveOfOurOwn.  The link below will take you there :) x
Link to masterpost: here

"Arghhhhh!!  What's happening?!"

"What Vince?  What is it?"

"My face!  My face!"

Vince pushes himself out from under the mirror and darts to a stop a few metres away.  He throws his hands up to his face patting it frantically.  Howard drops the mirror flat onto it's back and rushes to join him making Vince quickly bury his head into his palms.

"No!  Don't look."


"No, no, you can't.  I'm disgusting.  Don't look at me."

"Vince, let me see."

"I'm grotesque Howard, I'm a monster."

"Please, you gotta let me see."

[identity profile] ideserveyou.livejournal.com
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir a bit, also (seeing as it's me) Naboo/Saboo a tiny bit because I can never resist that.
Author: ideserveyou (nemeton)
Summary: Howard and Vince are in a tricky situation. Will anyone come to the rescue?
Spoilers: Course they will
Rating: possibly PG for a teensy bit of swearing
Word count: way too long, 1200-ish, because I basically wrote two alternate chapters and couldn't bear to delete either of them
Notes: not my characters etc. etc. also written in a hurry and un-beta'd so apologies for repetition, clunkiness, punctuation errors and complete lack of smut, also for any weird spacing errors caused by the fact that LJ is being very flaky today and has already eaten my post title once...
Link to masterpost with all the chapters: here

Howard stares round at the white dusty desert, the too-blue sky. It’s bluer even than Vince’s eyes, and that is just wrong; Vince’s eyes are the bluest thing on earth.
But then, they’re not on earth any more.
‘What’re we gonna do, Howard?’
Read more... )
[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’s head snapped up at the sound of his name.


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


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] ideserveyou.livejournal.com
Just so we have links to all the chapters all in one place. You are welcome to include backlinks when you post your own chapter, or you can just link to this post and I'll try my best to keep it updated as we go along! Please let me know if you find a broken link and I'll fix it.

The Whole Story:

Chapter 1 by tehfanglyfish: http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1364402.html
Chapter 2 by desmondsprettyface (atableofgreen): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1364691.html
Chapter 3 by almondmocha (garrideb): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1364767.html
Chapter 4 (in graphic form!) by mylifeiscomics: http://mylifeiscomics.tumblr.com/post/131202012517/my-contribution-to-the-halloween-special-of-doom
Chapter 5 by culumacilinte (hobbit_feets): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1365376.html
Chapter 6 by basooniverse http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1365526.html
Chapter 7 by ideserveyou (nemeton): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1365993.html
Chapter 8 by bythepoweroftopshop (worriedeye): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1366068.html
Chapter 9 by carolyn_claire: http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1366413.html
Chapter 10 by peacockbluey (bluestocking79): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1366879.html
Chapter 11 by yeahwehadatime: http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1367262.html
Chapter 12 by concupiscence66: http://concupiscence66.livejournal.com/108993.html
Chapter 13 by miriamheddy: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5266823
Chapter 14 The Conclusion by littleredchucks: http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1367745.html
The Surprise Epilogue by theycallmetheomelettedreamer (life_downsized): http://booshslashhaven.livejournal.com/1367961.html
[identity profile] garrideb.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom – Chapter 3
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir pre-slash
Summary: Vince has to fend off an attack and find Howard
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Word count: 860
Warnings: A bit of surreal violence and body horror, nothing very graphic.

Vince gasped and thrashed, trying to think beyond his swelling panic and the scent of the rags... )

link to Chapter Masterpost
[identity profile] atableofgreen.livejournal.com
As the days passed, Howard’s insomnia-addled mind drove him closer to the edge. He found himself grasping to keep control of his thoughts, often lapsing into an almost meditative state to reset himself. Maybe it was the stress of Fossil’s campaign, maybe it was something in the air of this new town, or maybe it was that damn alabaster fool in the clouds. Whatever the trigger, Howard could feel that dark secret he’d worked so hard to control clawing for the surface.
Fortunately for Howard, Vince was often too distracted by glittery shop windows to register his struggle to keep his worsening condition under wraps. One day, as the two strolled through the town market, Vince caught sight of a particularly shimmery silver cape. Within seconds, the dazzling flurry of fabric came swooping out of the shop around Vince’s shoulders.

“Howard look!” he shouted, pure delight radiating from his toothy grin. When Howard didn’t turn to appreciate his find, Vince strolled up to him and began waving the garment in front of his zoned-out gaze. The sunlight bounced off the bright, glossy fabric into Howard’s eyes. He reeled backward and cried out.

“Vince! What’re you doing? Get that out of my face!” He waved his arms about furiously, batting at the fluttering nonsense. Vince simply responded by twirling about a bit more before proudly posing with the cape pulled partway across his face.

“Pretty cool, yeah?” Vince raised his eyebrows and poked his nose over the top. “I’m like a glam rock Dracula! Glamcula? Wait, wait. Moonage Nightwing! No, wait! Aladdin Transyl…van…ia… Fill your hearts with blood today?” As Vince struggled to produce a functional pun from behind his mystical curtain, Howard remained transfixed. Not a wearied sigh nor an eye-roll suggested he heard a word Vince was saying. He gazed at the vision before him almost mesmerized. His eyes were so small Vince couldn’t see that he was squinting just slightly as he tilted his head. In the shimmering glow of the cape, Howard could just make out the watery edges of his own figure reflected back at him. Vince saw a change in Howard’s visage. He furrowed his brow and let the garment fall gently to his sides. “Howard?” Still motionless, Howard slowly raised his gaze to meet that of his concerned friend. Although their eyes met, Vince couldn’t shake the feeling that Howard seemed to look right through him. Or was he still caught in that moment, still looking right back at himself? Vince took a tentative step toward him.

“Let’s go.” Howard’s voice was firm, but somehow detached. Vince shuddered, the cape sweeping softly off his shoulder as Howard strode past him.

That night, Vince was stirred from his sleep by a soft, rhythmic chanting. At first he thought perhaps Naboo had sent him a vision, a message in a dream to let them know he’d be late. But he was assured this was a waking madness as he shifted to roll over and was startled to feel the rough texture of old rags where he expected soft sheets. As he grasped at reality through his sleepy fog, the strange chanting filled his head. Four syllables. Four words. Over and over, pausing just slightly between each phrase like a glitch. And that voice. It wasn’t Howard’s, but somehow, he recognized it.

Silently, Vince reached out into the darkness. He prayed for his eyes to adjust so he could go find Howard. The volume of the chanting now told him he was moving toward its source, but he had to keep stumbling toward the light switch. He had to find Howard. Suddenly, Vince’s bare foot landed on something sharp and slippery. He cried out and leapt forward, tearing down the curtains as he scrambled for purchase. As the curtain rod clattered to the floor, moonlight flooded the room. Vince began to wrap the curtain around the oozing gash in his foot, but when he saw the scene before him, he froze. The great mirror which hung behind the bed had been smashed to pieces. Shards flicked moonlight in dizzying patterns across the walls. Vince couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief that he still had his compact in his pocket. And then he realized why he recognized that voice. His heart pounded in his ears to the rhythm of that nauseating chant. With unwilling eyes, he traced the trail of broken mirror shards, their reflections skewed by streaks of blood as eager to show him his lovely visage as the glass they stained. Vince forced himself to turn and behold the ragged shape rocking in the corner. It continued its high pitched chant unabated as the reality dawned on the terrified Vince.

“Look at them shine… Look at them shine... Look at them shine... Look at them shinin’… Look at them shine…” The creature held a shard in its hands. A drop of blood ran down the smooth edge, glinting in the moonlight before it seeped into the creature’s porous grip. Vince’s breath hitched as he tried to speak.

“H-Howard?” The creature went silent. Its dark little eyes, eyes Vince knew too well, darted up and peered into his own. The shadowy lump continued to twitch in time to the chant still hanging in the stale air. Vince felt a flash of panic in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, the creature spoke again.

“My name is Mr Susan,” it screeched. The eerie melodic tone which had bored into Vince’s ears now slipped into a deep, rumbling slur, as if dialing into a slow motion roar. “And now it is time for your soul fusion!”

Vince’s scream had barely left his lips before it was stifled in a wave of blood-dampened sponges.
[identity profile] tehfanglyfish.livejournal.com
Title: The Mighty Boosh Halloween Special of Doom – Chapter 1
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir pre-slash (if you squint tightly with your tiny little Patrick Swayze eyes)
Author: tehfanglyfish
Summary: Howard and Vince find themselves in the United States in late October as Bob Fossil is poised to become the leader of the free world.
Rating: G
Word count: 508
Notes: Not my characters – I own nothing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be running from student loans. Also, this is the first non-academic thing I’ve written in years so I hope it’s ok.
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