Brad Colbert and Nate Fick had met on the set of a now cancelled sci-fi show, years ago. Now, Hollywood turns out to be a small town after all, and it’s hard to avoid someone you broke up with. Especially when you both sign up for the same movie.

Brad's pretty sure it would have gone diferently if he had actually seen Nate's movies.

Eames is a movie star down on his luck. Arthur is the writer sent to interview him.

That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

Arthur is a porn blogger, Eames is a smooth operator, and Yusuf is bordering on psychic.

Basically, no one in London gave two shillings for what Arthur did, which was why Arthur liked London enough to sell books on architecture, design, and engineering at a bookshop called The Robie House, a name he'd chosen on a whim when he was signing the papers and regretted ever since.

Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

Merlin was best known for being "that guy with the sticky-out ears who lurks in the back of photos," if he even got that much recognition. He too had graced the cover of many trashy tabloids (most of which pictures were stuck on his mother’s wall, to his mortification) but no one really seemed to care about that. In fact, all people ever asked him about was Arthur.

Arthur, prince of the gay porn industry is forced to work with newbie Merlin on Director John Draco's new movie based on the Arthurian legends... with a twist. Arthur's not very happy about it, and neither is Merlin.

The problem with being the son of Uther Pendragon, legend of stage and screen, winner of Emmys (twice), Tonys (once), Oliviers (multiple), BAFTAs (twice), Oscars (once) and People's Sexiest Man (twice) was that nobody was ever going to take Arthur seriously as an actor in his own right. If Arthur stayed in London, his success was always going to be down to nepotism, name recognition or latent star fucking. At least this was the excuse Arthur gave Merlin when he packed his bags three weeks before he was to finish his Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts course and moved to Los Angeles.

"Can the most famous film star in the world fall for just an ordinary guy?"

Can the most famous film star in the world fall for just an ordinary (well, kind of) guy?

Arthur wouldn’t say he was Merlin Emrys’s biggest fan, whatever evil little cousins called Edwin might suggest. He was just into films, that was all. And ok, so he might have all said actor’s films on DVD, and a few limited edition posters he had picked up here and there (or for Christmas), but there was nothing wrong with that.