wren_kt7oz: (bj_contentment)
Fix Index

I figured it was about time I put together a decent index of my fics. Because such an index would be really long, and kind of difficult to navigate, I've grouped them into various categories which in turn each have their own sub-index. The three long fics each have their own chapters index here as well.

Hopefully that will make it easy for anyone who's interested to find what they are looking for.


Christmas Stories
Experiment (series - complete)
Halloween Stories
Irish Stories
Justin!Rage Stories (series - "complete" - but there may be more to come)
Love's Not Time's Fool (series - complete)
Reverberations - my version of S5 - prequel to Homecoming (series - complete)
Homecoming - post S5 (series - complete)
Homework - post S5 - sequel to Homecoming (WIP)
Stand Alones
Wren's Re-writes - my re-writes of various scenes in S4

wren_kt7oz: (XXX_bj_christmas with gus)
As indicated a couple of days ago, I have two fics in the QAF Gift Exchange this year.

It will be a few days yet before I'm allowed to post them here.

But in the meantime, here is a little Christmas Drabble that I hope you find amusing.

Brian Kinney does not do Christmas. His non-conventional family accept this; with two exceptions.

Gus and Justin demand cookies, decorations and of course, a fucking tree, complete with lights and presents.

One of them Brian might be able to ignore, but when they tag-team him, he’s lost.

The loft turns into some fucking Christmas wonderland, perfumed by ginger and cinnamon and lit by multiple strings of lights. Brightly wrapped gifts are piled under the tree and his sonnyboys sit surrounded by glue and color making endless paper chains.

Somehow, Brian doesn’t hate it as much as he thinks he should.

Happy New Year!

wren_kt7oz: (PPP_BJ_St Pat's_kiss shamrock)
For all those with a touch of the blarney in their soul ...

A little BJ drabble for St Pat's Day.

Stubborn as an Irishman

Justin wishes that Brian wasn't always so fucking … Irish.

His pig-headedness combined with the fucked up ideas he gets sometimes is infuriating.

Like his "no carbs" thing. Attempts to persuade him that there are no more carbs in pasta sugo pomodoro than there are in the designer beers he downs in copious quantities are simply doomed. "Pasta" equals excessive carbs, "booze" zero carbs in Brian-world.

Tonight Justin's cooking Irish Stew and the pig-headed prick had better eat it or he'll be celebrating St Patrick's Day alone.

Brian should know by now that WASP or not, Justin can out-stubborn any Irishman.

Happy St Patrick's Day everyone! May the luck of the Irish always be with you. Happy St Patrick's Day everyone! May the luck of the Irish always be with you. Happy St Patrick's Day everyone! May the luck of the Irish always be with you.

And for those of you who've never heard it ... Tommy Fleming's eerily beautiful version of Danny Boy. If the beginning sounds a little strange, start from 2 minutes in.

wren_kt7oz: (w_Wren)
I've had this in my mind all week, and haven't found time to actually write it. So here it is at last - the companion piece to this week's earlier drabble.

Sensuality 2

Justin Taylor, like every other fag on earth, finds Brian Kinney sexually attractive.

But that’s a thing apart from the beauty Justin sees in Brian.

For Justin, Brian’s physical being reveals the true beauty of the man’s character.

In the graceful upward sweep of his neck, Justin sees the man’s pride; in the musculature of back and thighs, he recognizes Brian’s strength; and in the long slender fingers he reads the tenderness which his lover can rarely express in words.

For Justin, these things enrich the world in the same way as Van Gogh’s sunflowers, Monet’s waterlilies and Michelangelo’s David.

wren_kt7oz: (w_Wren)
The way my mind drifts during boring conference calls!

Carnality meets sensuality with maybe even a dash of romance. Brian's view of Justin.

Sensuality I

Brian Kinney does not stop to smell the roses. He doesn't even stop to smell the cologne on his latest trick. So many men, so little time.

But there's an exception to this express-fuck methodology.

When it comes to Justin, he indulges in a more leisured approach. To Brian, Justin's body is a veritable garden of olfactory delights – citrus cologne and shampoo, salt-sweaty armpits, musky groin, even the sour perfume of Justin's toes can make Brian salivate. Most of all he relishes the sweet bitter tang of Justin's luscious ass.

These are scents to savor.

Who the fuck needs roses?

wren_kt7oz: (bj_devouring)
I'm working on a Valentine's Day fic - the third and final chapter of the Love's Not Time's Fool trilogy.

Meanwhile, to get us all in the mood, a couple of Valentine's drabbles.


To Brian, the whole concept of celebrating Valentine’s is completely beneath contempt.

But he has a partner with a not so secret romantic side, and a bunch of friends who will be all over him about how he needs to show their precious Sunshine how special he is.

That’s actually one thing Brian has no argument with. Justin is special, and what they’ve somehow built together is beyond special.

So while sneering as usual at other people’s Valentine’s preparations he’s also making his own plans.

He figures Valentine’s Day breakfast on the Rive Gauche should be pretty much "special" enough.


It’s February and Justin is wondering how to handle the Valentine’s Day thing.

His more cynical side agrees with Brian that it’s a commercial farce, but the romantic who still lurks in his psyche thinks, “Fuck that!”

After all they’ve been through Justin figures they deserve to celebrate still being alive, let alone still together.

Besides, he’s in love dammit and he’s going to celebrate that.

Flowers and chocolates are out, but Brian loves the gift bag of colored condoms, luxury lube, flavored body paints and erotic toys and they put it to very good use in their Paris hotel.

wren_kt7oz: (GH__GR_Locarno manip)
Only excuse for this one was another boring conference call.

House on Hudson

Hating Halloween

Brian hates Halloween with the deep and abiding passion he usually reserves for bad blow jobs. Between tattily costumed screaming rugrats and tartily costumed screaming queens, the holiday elicits Brian’s complete and utter contempt.

What’s perhaps surprising is that Justin hates it just as much.

Justin has vivid memories of childhood Halloweens ruined by bouts of allergy-triggered headaches and nausea.

His artist’s eye is offended by the garish costumes and decorations.

But most of all, he thinks that as a scare-fest it’s a wash-out.

The scariest things Justin knows are sanctimonious bigots.

Witches, ghouls and vampires don’t even come close.

wren_kt7oz: (bj_frenching_aiagdw)
Two drabbles this time, and from maybe unexpected view points.


For fifteen years I've watched my son mooning over Brian Kinney. I've tried to tell Michael that Brian's never going to suddenly fucking fall in love with him. But then that asshole bats his pretty eyelashes and Michael stops thinking with anything but his dick.

And his heart.

Only now it looks like his heart is going to get stomped on.

Because against all the odds, Brian Asshole Kinney has done what no-one ever thought that he could, let alone would.

He's fallen in love.

With a little blond twink that no-one, including Kinney, ever saw coming.

My poor Michael.


Brian Kinney is my best friend. We've been friends since we were fourteen. I understand him better than anyone. But the one thing I'll never understand is his obsession with that little blond twink.

Brian could have anyone. For sex, anyway; and a good fuck is all he's ever wanted from any of his tricks.

But I've seen the look he gets when his precious Sunshine turns one of those smiles on him. Even if Brian doesn't know it, he wants more from that little twink.

He wants that kid to love him.

But why?

I just don't get it.

wren_kt7oz: (bj_308)
I haven't posted a drabble in a while. So here is one to celebrate that strange antipodean phenomenon of Christmas in July which is nearly upon us.

Generous Gift?

"Brian what're you doing?"

"Fucking piece of shit packing cases!"

"If you tell me what you're looking for, I might know where it is."

"No need, Sunshine. Found it!"

"That's my drawing."

"No shit."

"But … you fucking bought it."


"You never fucking told me, asshole!"


"What are you planning to do with it"

"Shove it up your ass if you don't get out the fucking way."


"Brian you cannot use that sketch for our Christmas card."

"Bring some Christmas cheer to the deprived, Sunshine. Just add a bit of holly and a red bow on my cock."

sketch_final copy

wren_kt7oz: (PPP_BJ_St Pat's_Irish man)
I don't like to let the day go past without at least a little drabble in homage to Brian's Irish ancestry.

Here is this year's effort.

St. Patrick's Day Blues

His eyes bleed at the diner's shamrock-sprinkled rainbows and rainbow-scarfed leprechauns. Emmett's wearing orange and lime green and Michael's terrible Irish accent nearly drives him nuts during their Rage meeting.

Justin's looking forward to the relative sanity of the loft.

That's till he sees the trail of glasses with their dregs of green beer and the mess Brian has made of the kitchen trying to concoct Irish stew.

But he forgets all that when his tipsy lover sweeps him into his arms, serenading him with a surprisingly in-key rendition of Macushla before fucking him senseless.

Justin loves loving an Irishman.

Wishing you all a Happy St Patrick's Day!
wren_kt7oz: (w_Wren)
Hi everyone

Just to fill you in on why I've been MIA ... I'm currently in Tokyo. At pretty much the same time that I decided that since Bilbao is looking less and less likely, I might as well go to QWANcon, I got packed off here for a fortnight with two days' notice. It was all kind of frantic and ever since I got here I've either been working 10-15 hour days or making nice with our team in the Tokyo office and I just haven't had any real downtime at all. And to make it worse, I fly home tomorrow, but I won't even be home for a week before I fly out again - for a long weekend in NY which is absolutely insane, but there you go.

Anyway, was in an internal meeting today which was pretty much all in Japanese and this is the result. I've been putting together way to many survey questionnaires, so this drabble is called, "Yes/No/NA".

Hope it gives you a smile.

Drabble - Yes/No/Not Applicable )

wren_kt7oz: (justin_sceptical)
I've had a little dig at Brian's roots, now it's Justin's turn

Once a WASP )

wren_kt7oz: (PPP_BJ_St Pat's_Irish man)
Well, it's St Pat's Day and before I head out to celebrate here's a little offering - a St Patrick's Day drabble.

I'm posting this one in the memory of Ran and Brian.

May their creator's soul rest in peace, sweetened by gratitude for all she gave us, and untainted by any of the bitterness her death has left behind.

Cultural Heritage )

wren_kt7oz: (bj_icecreamchaisekiss)
For those who wondered, in the last drabble (see Valentine's Day - Taylor-Kinney Style), how on earth Justin talked Brian into holding a dinner party at all ... let alone on Valentine's Day ...

This one is Adults Only - for the language if nothing else.

Learning From the Master )

wren_kt7oz: (bj_nuzzling)
I'm currently working on a Valentine's Day fic. Have no idea how that's going to work out.

But someone bet me that I couldn't write a VD fic in which Brian gives Justin flowers and candy for Valentine's and still keep Brian in character. I guess I'm a sucker for a challenge.

Let me know what you think.

Valentine's Day - Taylor-Kinney style )

wren_kt7oz: (ZZZ_bj_christmas with gus)
At last, at last, at last, I've finished both my secret santa fic (I'm not allowed to post that yet, but it will be posted here somewhere in the next day or so: Queer as Folk Gift Exchange ) and my gusmas drabbles.

As always seems to happen once I get started working on these Gusmas prompts, the drabbles come and they all flow into a single story. It's happened like that every year.

For those who haven't caught up with the Gusmas thing, it's becoming a QAF tradition - 37 prompts are posted (one for every day between Thanksgiving and New Year) and pledges are made to donate to a GLBT charity. This year it's once again the Ali Forney Center in NY which was devastated by the floods.

If you'd like to make a pledge, or just read the entries, they're here: QAF Drabbles, including gusmas 2012.

If you can leave a comment on those you like, that would be great since some of the pledges are linked to the number of comments.

Anyway, here is this year's offering from me.

Warning: Lindsay and Melanie aren't exactly my favourite people which kind of comes across in this story.

Rating: NC-17

Author's Note: One drabble may only make sense to those who are familiar with Les Miserables, but now that the film's out, no one has any excuse for not seeing this wonderful, wonderful show.

It's Only Time )

wren_kt7oz: (YYY_halloween basement cat)
Hi everyone

Sorry I've been MIA for the past couple of weeks. The little 'calm before the storm' period in my worklife has ended and the storm has hit with a vengeance. I'm now in the middle of two major projects and have been working the most ridiculous hours - not just long hours, but at weird times of the day and night and even weekends. (To give you an idea, yesterday I started work at 3.00 pm and on Thursday I start work at 3.30am.)

Anyway, just wanted to give a heads up that I will be posting my "traditional" BJ Halloween fic in the next day or so. It's the 10th year running that I've done this, so that's kind of fun ... and scary, really. Just like Halloween itself. *g*

As an appetizer, here is a little Halloween drabble that came to me last night during the weekly conference call.

Prompt words were: slide, candy, broom.

Trick or Treat )

wren_kt7oz: (w_Wren)
Today's words - ironic, state, caramel

Coffee Break

Justin finds it ironic that Brian works himself up into an almost hysterical state over a teensy-weensy little bit of caramel syrup in his coffee, when he has no hesitation in ladling in bucketloads of sugar.

But he’s learned to roll with the punches in these situations. He tells Brian he’ll take the rejected coffee to his studio and nuke it later, then heads for the diner, where Brian can get a cup of their bitter-as-Hell brew and sweeten it with as many packets of sugar as his irrational little food-phobic mind sees fit.

Justin, these days, picks his battles.

wren_kt7oz: (bj_kinnetik kiss)
Or, actually, two. One today, one tomorrow.

Words for this one were effort, power, birthday

Birthday Celebrations - or Not

It’s not that he begrudges the effort to plan something for his partner’s birthday. The way everyone talks you’d think he just couldn’t be bothered.

It’s not even that he feels it would fundamentally de-stabilize the power balance of their relationship if he organized some kind of celebration. Again, everyone behaves as if he’s somehow afraid to give in and have a party.

It’s not even that he doesn’t want to.

The real problem with the whole birthday party idea is that he knows once he agrees the gang will go totally overboard.

And Brian will never fucking forgive him.

wren_kt7oz: (bj_devouring)
Okay - today's effort was based on the trigger words lion, three, store

Who's the Pussycat?

It’s funny how people still seem to see him as some innocuous little kitten who has to be protected from the dangerous man-eating alley cat. They haven’t felt his claws. Or his bite. He’s definitely a damned tiger. Or, with that fucking mane, maybe a lion.

So when he decides to go to the store at three in the morning for some shit he just has to have for breakfast, it’s not because I think he needs protecting that I go with him.

It’s because I know if I “make” him go alone, he’ll make me fucking suffer for days.




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