Browsing The Cure Fiction

Setting: Robert Smith. Simon Gallup. A Stranger, 1996/97, Wild Mood Swings era.

Everything described in this story is fictional.

** Simon has his suspicions about Robert's sexuality and proceeds in finding out the truth with the vigor of a private detective. Hehe.

This scene is inspired by a strange dream I had of Robert, and from footage of The 13th and Mint Car at FestivalBar back in 1996. He's a little hottie in that.

Poor Simon's not in a good place...and Robert's being a bit of a bastard. Setting: Robert/Simon, 1991-92 (Robert's POV).

Robert’s a sly little cock tease in this short fic, and Simon's not too pleased that Steve has opted to tag along with the band. Are his suspicions correct? *Note: knowing the type of Robert I like to write, meh...probably! You be the judge. Setting: Robert/Simon, 1981. (Robert's POV)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Cure. Everything described in this story is fictional.

Setting: Robert/Simon, 1987. Kiss Me tour, Brazil. Disclaimer: I do not own The Cure. Everything described in this story is fictional. *A sleepy, rumpled, teasing Robert is very sure of himself when it comes to tempting Simon with his soft loveliness. He’ll try anything to get out of a day of drudgery, the lazy (sexy) bastard*

This is a work in progress (WIP) and more chapters will be posted as it develops.

Setting: Robert/Simon, 2003. Disclaimer: I do not own The Cure. Everything described in this story is fictional. *Inspiration is taken from the Trilogy Interview in 2003, Brussels, during which Simon proceeds to get drunk, professes his love and appreciation for Robert, and briefly mentions meeting up with a woman who painted swastikas on their faces. This is my take on what happens after the interview.*

Disclaimer: I do not own The Cure. Everything described in this story is fictional.

Robert and Simon's nighttime picnic under a starry sky...

London 1984 at the Batcave. Robert meets a pretty creature...

The former Smiths frontman Morrissey's solo career has been prematurely ended through unfortunate means, and it's up to Robert Smith and Simon Gallup of The Cure to dispose of the body. Unfortunately, neither of them can do that without bickering over it at each other.

Robert/Simon (Robert’s POV) 1982. Pornography era. **Robert's a naughty, possessive wanker, until he gets what's coming to him.** (An angst-filled work in progress (WIP))

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup, 1979. Supposed to be the boys first time. Robert seems like the one in denial here. Oh dear... (This is an oldie that I never got around to finishing—work in progress (WIP))

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup, 1982 (Pornography era) One of my darkest sagas leading up to how it all fell apart in 1982 and a bit beyond. Angst, angst and more angst. I also enjoy writing a miserable, jealous, lovesick, less than perfect Robert.

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup/A stranger. Severin's flat, 1979. One of my more darker, disturbing fics. Regretfully, Robert's experience that night wasn't quite what he thought it would be...

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup, 1979.

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup, 1986. One of my fluffier fics. Inspired by a certain photo taken in France, 1986 of Robert sitting on Simon's lap with cocktails in hand.

Robert Smith/Simon Gallup, 1985. One of my fluffier fics. Inspired by a certain photo session, where Robert is sprawled across a bed along with his travel supplies including a copy of the Beano, Lolita, and an odd Snoopy-riding-a-banana pouch (in an interview the reporter also thought it was a banana. Robert said it was actually a surfboard, but I don't believe him). It was the only pouch that was not opened during this shoot. This is my take on what happens shortly after.

Simon's POV, 1979. A young, confused Simon is in denial. Title is taken from a Fools Dance 12"

Robert Smith/A Young Stranger, 1984. A lovesick, lonely Robert meets a young male fan backstage who bears a striking resemblance to his former best friend. Although my story is set in 1984, it was initially inspired after reading a fan's account of how Robert had allegedly hit on his friend during a U.S. tour in the late 80's. According to the fan, his friend ended up being invited back stage to meet Robert. The young man was given beer and became quite drunk and as they sat there, Robert kept touching his thigh and said something about how he could feel the heat coming off of him. It ended up going nowhere as his friend was intimidated and didn't know how to react to Robert's advances. I am not saying that this story is true by any means—I remain completely neutral and I cast no judgment as I am only the writer here—but some of the details from the fan's account above became useful in setting the scene for this ficlet you are about to read.