wildestranger: (wine)
Title: The Disgraced Governess
Bands: Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Hush Sound, The Cab, Cobra Starship (mentions of My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, The Academy Is…, Empires).
Pairings: Brendon/Spencer, Ryan/Jon, Pete/Patrick
Words: 33000<
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

To this entangled situation arrives Mr Wentz, a cousin of Sir Spencer and an old flame of Lord Ross. Mr Wentz is known for his debauched lifestyle and delights in causing mayhem - and he seems far too interested in Sir Spencer's new tutor. But will the lovers find a way? Will Brendon lose his flower and find healing through the magic of buttsex? Will Ryan learn to admit his feelings and finally convince Jon Walker to bed him? Find out in THE DISGRACED GOVERNESS!

Author’s notes: Thanks to [profile] olivia_circe and [profile] dunderpate for making the most wonderful fan mix and art (respectively) for this fic. Thanks also to [profile] _emeraldgreen and [personal profile] harriet_vane for reading through this at various stages – all the remaining typos etc are my own fault!

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Bonus Tracks/Enhanced Content:

Fanmix:

Happily Ever After In Eternal Buggery by [profile] olivia_circe

Fanart:

Brendon Boyd, a governess: An Intimate Portrait by [profile] dunderpate
wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
I had the good fortune to acquire [livejournal.com profile] olivia_circe as my fanmixer. Her choice of music has embraced lovingly the crack-esque formation of this story, and the song list reflects that.

Happily Ever After In Eternal Buggery
a fanmix for The Disgraced Governess

Read more... )

And under the cut is some truly fabulous fanart by [livejournal.com profile] dunderpate. I can't tell you how much I love the composition in this - it is utterly perfect for the story. Thank you so much!

Brendon Boyd, Governess: An Intimate Portrait )
wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
Title: The Disgraced Governess
Bands: Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, The Hush Sound, The Cab, Cobra Starship (mentions of My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, The Academy Is…, Empires).
Pairings: Brendon/Spencer, Ryan/Jon, Pete/Patrick
Words: 33000<
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd’s secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

To this entangled situation arrives Mr Wentz, a cousin of Sir Spencer and an old flame of Lord Ross. Mr Wentz is known for his debauched lifestyle and delights in causing mayhem - and he seems far too interested in Sir Spencer's new tutor. But will the lovers find a way? Will Brendon lose his flower and find healing through the magic of buttsex? Will Ryan learn to admit his feelings and finally convince Jon Walker to bed him? Find out in THE DISGRACED GOVERNESS!

Author’s notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] olivia_circe and [livejournal.com profile] dunderpate for making the most wonderful fan mix and art (respectively) for this fic. Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] _emeraldgreen and [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane for reading through this at various stages – all the remaining typos etc are my own fault!

Media Post
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Read more... )
wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
Bandom Big Bang is 19400 words. A fair number of those words include things like "and they talked about stuff, and Ryan was grumpy, but in an entertaining way" and "insert hot sex here, hah". I'm all kinds of embarrassed about how rubbish this version is going to be, even though I know I'll have a month to make it a lot better. Translating the speech patterns of a bunch of American 21st century dudes into Regency England and its various social structures is hard. Especially when by 'translating' I mean 'making shit up to suit the plot'. Um. The only thing that remains consistent, really, is Ryan's love of flowery scarves.

Still need to write the blurb as well. And my conference paper. Argh. *whines*

How is all of you today?
wildestranger: (franz ferdinand stubble/cswirl)
I finally got my hands on the new Franz Ferdinand. The actual cd, that is, of course - the music I have had since (or before *g*) it came out, because no one could possibly expect me to do without some extra Alex Kapranos in my iPod.

But the album, now that I can play it with more volume and wriggle along to it in the shower and so forth...

You'll be pleased to know that the music of Franz Ferdinand continues to be all about dirty sex. And by dirty I mean bitter and guilty and drunken and angry and hotlikeburning. Alex Kapranos's voice is the feel of a fingertip sliding on your belly, or the scrape of nails along your spine.

In other news, I am having many thoughts about the bitter-and-drunken sex that Ryan and Jon need to have in my BBB. :)
wildestranger: (brendon urie horn/marks)
It seems I have signed up for [livejournal.com profile] bandombigbang. Oops.

This means that Brendon the Disgraced Governess shall be finished one day! Because I know it will be over 20000 words in any case, and that I had vaguely planned to finish it by March (which gives me a bit more time and is way more likely to happen, therefore), and because I have never defaulted on a fannish deadline in my life. Which means it shall happen. *waves pompoms feebly*

In other news, the second chapter of Brendolina is almost finished (I know, I know, I promised it in May, I acknowledge my shame) and will be posted by the end of this month. After which there is [livejournal.com profile] 14valentines, for which I signed up for 14 days. I thought this would be a good way for me to get rid of all my wips - there's a dub con SGA fic that I've been writing ever since I got into that fandom in summer 2006, and a post-DH Draco/Neville fic that I started writing at Sectus in 2007. Good plan, but now I have 15 days to finish a whole lot of fic as well as do teaching preparation and write an article. Yeah.

So, in order to complete this fannish extravaganza, I need to write something in Torchwood and Merlin. For this endeavour I would ask your help, since my only plot bunny for Merlin involves faily blackmail sex, and in Torchwood the very thought of Jack makes me teeth grind. So, any ideas? Preposterous crackish notions that you would like to see take place? Wacky scenarios that no one else is crazy enough to take up? Any thoughts would be most appreciated.
wildestranger: (frank iero wink/lmjd)
Success! I have finally become able to turn on the news or go online without bursting into tears at the sight of hugging Chicagoans/crying Jesse Jackson/random people dancing on the streets. This is possibly because the BBC has stopped showing that all the time, but still. Although, after choking back tears for four hours whilst at work on Wednesday morning, in full view of undergraduates, you might say it's too late to acquire any kind of dignity. Not that I've ever had shame in any case.

You know, I used to be a heartless bitch who didn't like a) people or b) America. I guess that's all over now. Oh well. *g*

In other news, although I have not signed up for Nanowrimo, I have attempted to practice a sort of informal writing-lots-of-stuff month. I'm trying to do 500 words per day, which shouldn't be that hard, except my arthritis is flaring up and well, I don't have much handpower to spare. Not with essay marking and job applications and desperate attempts to write articles. Nevertheless, I have written 1000 words of Brendolina, and a few hundred words of the Disgraced Governess, and have further plans for both. I'm hoping to post the next chapter of Brendolina by the end of this month, and the Governess fic (which looks to be about 20000 words) by Christmas, but it will depend on my hands.

So, anybody seen any Barack/Rahm fic yet? If not, why not? Come on people, this is our way!
wildestranger: (brendon urie spencer smith tea/eloquenti)
I'm painfully aware of how long it has been since I last posted fic, and particularly how long it's been since I posted Brendolina. Here's a few snippets to tide you over while I finish the rest.

Brendolina chapter two )

Augustus, a tale )

Disgraced Governess )
wildestranger: (panic regency/pre_raphaelite1)
I have a few hours today to devote to writing fic. There are currently three stories clamouring for my attention on my desktop: Chapter two of Brendolina (currently at 1200 words), a Brendolina offshoot about how Gerard met Frank and acquired Augustus (he's a symbol of their love!), currently at 2000 words, and the Disgraced Governess, where a virginal Brendon (look, I have a thing, don't judge me) is tutoring Sir Spencer's young cousins while the dissolute Lord Ross attempts to seduce his friend's estate manager Jon Walker (currently at 1500 words).

Which one are you most eager to see?

[Poll #1271819]
wildestranger: (brendon urie pout/bornrestless)
i. I have not seen insects in the past week. Nervous breakdown may be cancelled.

ii. Brendon the Disgraced Governess continues to bring me much joy. Whether it will bring other people joy, as their brains may not be as warped as mine, remains to be seen. Mwhahahaa.

iii. I wants a Temeraire. Alternatively, I wants somebody to come talk to me about the new Temeraire book, for I am full of interesting thoughts and no one to spout them at. Otherwise I might have to get another dragon tattoo just to express my feelings.
wildestranger: (brendon urie pout/bornrestless)
i. I have just got home to [insert [livejournal.com profile] wildestranger's home town here] after spending a week at my mother's house. As an attempt to avoid having a nervous breakdown because of the insects, this has been successful, and I have not even seen any more bugs since I got home. That they might be completely gone would be too good to be true, but no nervous breakdown tonight at least! Yay!

ii. Staying with my mom was actually nice this time - usually I get fractious and bored too easily and miss home too much, but on this occasion I really enjoyed myself. This is possibly related to the fact that my mother has, for the first time ever, acquired internet access. There something very relaxing about having somebody cook all your meals and do all your laundry and clean your room, and not having to worry about money and jobs and cleaning for a while is so lovely. It also makes one fail less at being an adult after the event, I find. Not to mention the fact that there is usually loot. *g* During my week away I have acquired: a green laundry box (which is particularly delightful as I have storage problems in my flat, and a cloth box helps with the dust), a green backpack (for going to the gym etc - very pretty and with many exciting pockets), a vest with many tantalising buttons, a new phone, and an Amy MacDonald cd. Loot is good, but green loot is better.:)

iii. I have started writing the Brendon Is A Virginal Governess-fic. Still getting settled on the characterisation and translating intelligible Ryan-speak to fake Regency rakishness, but the plotting is rather exciting. [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane has convinced me that there must be a Thunderstorm, an Abandoned Cottage and Cuddling For Warmth.

iv. I discovered the other day that I've lost some weight - two kilos, which doesn't sound like much but for someone as small as me it's inching towards ill health. My usual weight has been 46-48 kilos for years, and that's healthy for me (I am seriously that tiny), but now I seem to be around 44 kilos. I'm trying to think of healthy ways to put on weight or more precisely, healthy foods that I could tempt myself to eat. If any of you have thoughts on such foods or better yet, recipes, I would be very grateful.
wildestranger: (brendon urie spencer smith surprise/eloq)
So, [livejournal.com profile] harlequin_bands. Regency AUs. You'd think I have enough of those going on *coughwillgetbacktobrendolinasoonipromisecough*

However, since [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane is an EVIL enabler, I seem to be writing another Regency AU. One where Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past (dallying with a stable boy!), who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, whose enthusiasm is both strange and strangely appealing, but who manages to hide questions about his past with unexpected smoothness. Consequently, Sir Spencer finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Urie's secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes (his breeches being far too tight and not quite fitting right). Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums.

To this entangled situation arrives Lord Wentz, a cousin of Sir Spencer and an old flame of Lord Ross. Lord Wentz is known for his debauched lifestyle and delights in causing mayhem - and he seems far too interested in Sir Spencer's new tutor. But will the lovers find a way? Will Brendon lose his flower and find healing through the magic of buttsex? Will Ryan learn to admit his feelings and finally convince Jon Walker to bed him? Find out in...

THE DISGRACED GOVERNESS!

No, apparently I have no shame. Ooops.

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