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1905 by
sheldrake (PG-13)
Fandom: THE MIGHTY BOOSH
Pairings: Julian Barratt/Noel Fielding
Length: 6,400 words
Warnings: RPS, Russell Brand (though he's rather sweet here)
Author on LJ:
sheldrake
Author Website: shelfic
Why this must be read:
Don’t let the melancholy opening mislead you — this story soon turns giddy, as an irrepressible Russell Brand (“Do you want that cuddle now?”) tries to cheer up a morose and increasingly frazzled Julian Barratt with, er, antique furniture. Amazingly, this turns out to be the right tack, as it leads to the discovery of a letter.
Does the Mighty Boosh truly traverse time and space? Is Noel condemned to a life of short hair and haberdashery? Can this all get sorted out before Julian succumbs to the urge to punch Russell in the face?
“1905”
Pairings: Julian Barratt/Noel Fielding
Length: 6,400 words
Warnings: RPS, Russell Brand (though he's rather sweet here)
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: shelfic
Why this must be read:
It was exactly a year to the day since Noel Fielding had disappeared. Julian hadn't marked it on the calendar. He didn't need to.
Don’t let the melancholy opening mislead you — this story soon turns giddy, as an irrepressible Russell Brand (“Do you want that cuddle now?”) tries to cheer up a morose and increasingly frazzled Julian Barratt with, er, antique furniture. Amazingly, this turns out to be the right tack, as it leads to the discovery of a letter.
Dear whoever, the letter began. I quite like this wardrobe, so I'm going to let it have this letter thing. No, honestly, it really is quite a nice wardrobe, so you look after it, you hear me? Right. Good.
So here's the thing, right? I'm pretty fucking pissed off. No, I am, actually. Try some of this absinthe, they said. Go on. It's a bit of a hangover, but it's worth it. Be a laugh, they said. Well, cheers, girls. Bit of a hangover? I'm hungover by a hundred and two bloody years! Backwards! I mean, for fuck's sake!
...Woke up in Paris, for fuck's sake. Okay, to be fair, not the first time that's happened. But everything was a lot less, I dunno, historical, the first time.
Does the Mighty Boosh truly traverse time and space? Is Noel condemned to a life of short hair and haberdashery? Can this all get sorted out before Julian succumbs to the urge to punch Russell in the face?
“1905”
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