Thanks go to tartpants for whipping me into shape over this, and to ailcia for giving this a lookover too. Thanks also go to Morrissey and Belle and Sebastian for providing the soundtrack to the writing of this.

DISCLAIMER: Absolutely not true, and no harm intended.

( Yeah, that’s alright, I will come in. I don’t have much on. )

Last one for the night, I promise.

( By the time he's pushing Carl's door open, his stupid grin is causing cramp in his face and added to that he can feel the elastic of his fishnets digging into his thighs )

I have no idea what is happening in this fic. Sorry for the spam, just clearing out the harddrive.

( He's not as young as he pretends he feels, neither is Pete in all honesty )

Already posted on albion_unbound. I can only apologise for the crackness of this fic.

( Got a joke for you Carl )

Also for the Last Line Challenge.

( It's not a summer of love )

This was supposed to be a tiny drabble for libertinage's Last Line Challenge on likely_lads, but it ran away with me somewhat. For those of you unfamiliar with my crack!verse, this is my Doc and Nudger AU, where Carlos (aka Nudger) is an RAF pilot and Peter is the medic on base. It's part of a (largely unfinished) series, but hopefully it can be read as a stand-alone piece too. Er, enjoy!

By the way, it goes without saying that this is all lies.

( They tell me I was a miracle - miracle cracked around the edges )

Franz fic. I know, I can't help it. Rated 'R' for language and a kiss only. No real paring, perhaps Alex/Nick preslash at most.

I apologise if the formatting is a little odd, my lj client was being a bitch tonight.

Thanks to the various people who helped with this. It was most appreciated.

( Alex can't decide if he's stuck in the 80's or just a wanker. )

Written and posted on my lj on New Year's Eve- Doc and Nudger seeing in the new year in as only they can.

( Read more... )

Ummm. There's no way I can really describe this. Started as a pisstake of my own writing style and became this dialogue monster. Go forth and clickle on the cut.

( I don't remember drinking that. )

for all_the_pies:

Ok, El asked for Carl and a camera, and um, this is what my brain decided to provide. I stongly suspect this is rubbish. It's AU, btw, as if that isn't common enough on this journal!


And yes. I am aware the title is shite. So sue me.

( If he started laughing he might not be able to stop )

Untitled bit of randomness, entirely unbeta-d and was up on my lj about 20 mins after I first had the idea. I suspect this is a wee bit terrible, but here ye are any way. Oh, it's Peter pov, written in first person which I usually hate doing. The person he is addressing is supposed to be Carlos, but go wild and imagine he is speaking to anyone; might make it more interesting.

And, leik, this isn't angst! Honest it's not!

( I felt history inside you as I fucked you slowly )

Up on albion last night, I present here for your entertainment, Thee Drowners.

(  Blood should tell you all you need to know about love. )

4 drabbles posted aeons ago, written when it was Bilo Week in my lj. These did have names once, but buggered if I can remember them... (the third one is rubbish, by the way)

( Easy to remember how to seduce, harder to remember who you are seducing. )

Yet another fragment, this one posted on albion an age ago. It's in desperate need of a sequel, but I can't seem to get my notes into anything workable. Apologies for the spamming tonight. I would also like to apologise for the shameless objectification of Carlos that goes on in this fic...

( Flash a bit of leg, Biggles might get us home a bit quicker )

Bad aaaaaaangst. That reads like pretty much all my other fics. So nothing new there. More of a scrap of something that should have been longer, so sorry about that.

As ever, thanks are owed to Lindsay Anderson's If....., probably my favourite film. And thanks to all_the_pies.

( I dreamt that my teeth fell out last night. )

My response to the quote challenge on barred_men.

Prison AU. Implied drug taking and references to self harm.

(  He used to be strong, he’s sure he remembers a time when it was easy to shut himself down and shut out the world )

Posted on albion a few days ago.

Yep, it's another crack AU fic. This time however there is no real pairing, but I can tell you it features appearances from Carlos and Peter, Morrissey, Martin Rossiter, Tim Burgess and other such indie luminaries. I can only apologise.

( Have you ever buried a body, Masters? )

This was posted on albion_unbound last week, so I'm just updating here.
It's still weird, in case you were wondering...

( Peter, promise me one thing. If I die, please lie to the NME and tell ‘em I went out in a blaze of glory, drugs or guns or whatever. )

Ok, this was supposed to be posted some time ago, but I am lazy and evidently fond of bad timing.

For this fic I would like to thank:
isabellas and laurenhealy for kind words and arse-kicking x

all_the_pies and porlock for the usual stuff- <3

Also, thanks to Morrissey and Lindsey Anderson's If..... for this one. Inspired me in obscure ways.

This is all lies.

( Reconstruction )

Libertines- Pete/Carl, but mainly a character study of Peter that went horribly awry.
Also, oddly, this was inspired by Fleetwood Mac. Not often you can say that, is it?

( Lying in this too small bed, Pete is in love with life. )