#eryiscrye

The very first author I came across in this fandom was ShirleyAnn66, who is a literal queen. Not only did she finish the books with the EPIC story “A Dance with Ice and Fire” (Sorry, GRRM, but you can stop writing now because she already did your job). She also created the absolute masterpiece “All the Roads are Winding”. This story is one of the most genius fiction works I’ve ever read, both because it’s such a unique concept (and beautifully written at that) and because it allows her to continue it infinitely with the “All the Roads are Winding – Additional Universes Series”, which for example includes the incredible “The Rancher and the Mail Order Bride”. But you can also start out with some shorter pieces. I can highly recommend the “The First Lannister King and His Queen Series” with its two adorable, little stories.

The second author I found was @astolat who is probably one of the best-known writers in this fandom. She has published ten Braime fics and every single one of those is written gold, my absolute favorite one being Pretty.

The next author that crossed my path is @robotsdance, who, on top of being an amazing story-teller, is ridiculously creative, with the concepts and ideas being as varied as they can get. Must-reads from them include “Someday (you will be loved)”, “Always find me here” and the two fics “Through our paths diverge (I travel with you)” and “Inside of you (inside of me)”. But my absolute top picks are “Take care” and “The sinking man” which I love to pieces and could read every single week!!

The last author I’ll rec today is @eryiscrye. And hello, talent has a new name. Yep, seriously that amazing. Not only has she written “The Ties That Bind”, which is a story that gives me life and which I never wanted to end. She’s also done the impossible by writing “Unique in All the World”, which is a Braime-version of the movie “A walk to remember”. I’ve loved this movie for years and I love this fanfic just as much. But a warning for anyone who doesn’t know either: it’s a major tearjerker. She wrote a beautiful ending (it’s actually much better than the original ending of the movie) but I still cried my eyes out. So, if you don’t feel like crying or to soothe the soul afterwards, I can also highly recommend “The Other Side of Me” which is one of the sweetest short fics I ever read.

 And if you’re already at it, just read all their other stories, too. :)

There’re lots more authors and stories saved on my tbr list, and if those are only half as good as these four, I don’t have to worry about running out of great fics in the next years.

This was DELIGHTFUL. I’m a child of the Pacific Northwest in the US, so I love love LOVE fun in the rain. I decided to go with a vague established relationship with these two because this was just PURE fluff that deserves that level of established happiness <3

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Forehead kisses + Rain + Fun

“Jaime. Jaime.”

Jaime grumbled into the pillow stuffed under his face, burrowing deeper into it as he registered the unmistakable patter of rain on the rooftop and Brienne’s long fingers gently shaking his shoulder.

“No, Brienne. Lannisters don’t function in the rain.”

Jaime didn’t even need to look at his wife to know he had just received one of her patented Lannister-induced eye rolls.

“Jaime, you’re half Tarth now. It’s about time I start to educate you on an ancient island tradition.” Brienne’s voice had the same solemn, almost reverent quality she brought to her lecture hall, but when Jaime finally cracked his bleary eyes open to meet hers, he could see joy and what looked suspiciously like mischief in her steady blue gaze. He smiled through a yawn as he sat up, blinking the rest of the sleep from his eyes.

“Ancient island tradition, hmm? You know me too well, doctor.” Brienne’s laugh wrapped around him, and she tossed a pair of rain boots at him in response. Jaime caught them easily before his eyes locked in on the steaming mug of coffee in Brienne’s other hand. She arched her brow, leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek before striding to the doorway.

“You’ve got twenty minutes, doctor, or I’m drinking the rest of the coffee and leaving to perform ancient rites without you.” Jaime grinned sleepily at his wife’s retreating figure and managed to dress himself and tug on the rain boots in fifteen of his allotted twenty minutes.

Tagged by @eryiscrye that's very sweet of you, thank youuuu! 🤗💖

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

LOL I don't post a lot, so here's the 10 things I have on ao3, from oldest to newest. Everything's JB except the first one, which is a Sherlock Holmes piece.

"-¿Holmes? Mírame a los ojos. Vamos, mírame." - from La aventura de la pierna enyesada (this is actually the fic I'm proudest of because I wrote it to prove my sister i could write a love story and she loved it. I cheated a bit because it's hard to dislike old folks loving each other BUT I STILL WON) 

"Unbidden, Jaime trotted into the yard." - from it’s not snails (he swears)

"Leaves snapped and squelched with every step, breaking the stillness of the ruins of Morne." - from fates

"Cleos Frey had never been a saint, but he was sure he did not deserve this punishment." - from an honest muttonhead

"Jaime closed his eyes and allowed the warmth to spread through him. The birds sang, his clothes raked." - from in a sky full of song

“It’s only ten hours,” Brienne said in a horrible, high-pitched imitation of Jaime’s voice. “It’ll be fun.” - from because of you (I took my time to come around)

"“Más rápido,” la mujer le urgió por encima del hombro. “Si no, nunca vamos a llegar.”" - from two-legged rat (this is actually the second fic I'm proudest of, because I use Paquita la del Barrio as part of an extended joke)

"Tarth hated the Long Night." - from candles burning

“This is how the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper from a smug chihuahua.” - from Trembling with Tenderness

"The ground shook, throwing them all in the snow." - from Blinded by the Lights

Patterns: no surprises here - I favor shorter sentences or dialogue lines, because I like to start with action and hopefully getting right into the thing before it grows too big. First lines are very important to me so I always try to use them to set the mood and tone from the very beginning. 

Favorite: the chihuahua line, I just think it's fun.

 (It's also the title I'm proudest of - "trembling with tenderness" is also from The Hollow Men AND it makes a reference to chihuahuas' tendency to shiver and be cute. It is thus also a joke because chihuahuas are vicious beasts and anyone who thinks the opposite hasn't really interacted with chihuahuas.)

I have answered all of them!!!!!!

But also:

14. Favourite fic you read this year

It is a running joke that I have spent a lot of this year campaigning for people to write me Beast!Brienne fics but let me tell you It Is Not A Joke To Me I Am Dead Serious. And you deserve to be acknowledged as the first who tried, and even if you didn’t finish that fic for the exchange (and I live in hope that you will one day finish it 👀), the fic you DID write for the exchange, the Mulan AU, The Greatest Gift And Honour, still gives me feelings. All those bath scenes.... 

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

💙 This is probably quite obviously the Miraculous Ladybug AU 😂 I've made a few changes since the last time I did a WIP meme for it.

This is a bunch of sentences because ilu 😂

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"Wench!" The overly familiar leonine greeting came from above, and sure enough, dropping onto the edge of her balcony was Golden Lion.

There was little difference in his tone between 'Wench' and 'My Lady', Brienne mused; the biggest difference was that "his lady" was King's Landing's beloved superhero and "wench" was just Brienne. Nevermind that they were one and the same.

"Hi, Kitty." She reached out instinctively to brush the blond from his forehead. "Causing trouble as usual?"

"More like I have trouble," Golden Lion sighed, draping himself over the railing dramatically.

Brienne took a slight step back and regarded Golden Lion with a fond but exasperated smirk. But her smile fell away as she took in Golden Lion's lamplike green eyes saturated in more melancholy than mirth. They were staring listlessly into the open night.

"Kitty?

"Starlight doesn't love me back." He says into the air more than anything else. He then looks straight at her. "Do you know what that feels like? When you love someone and they don't love you back?"

Jaime's face came to Brienne's mind automatically, tousled blond hair, bright green eyes, and a smile that only hinted at mischief.

His words earlier that afternoon, "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with someone else." Given with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders that could bring upon no hard feelings.

This is a little off-brand for me, but I hope you like it!

When the Night Is Over

He lost her in the humid Volantis night, some time after the sweat had dried sticky on their bodies, but before he'd woken to beg her to stay. The air was thick and grasping when he burst out of the cold hotel lobby, half-dressed and wild to find her, his heart a drumbeat in his chest. But it was night and the streets were packed with tourists loud and laughing like gulls, and she was nowhere to be seen.

Jaime had come to Volantis to get lost himself, to escape his miserable family and reputation and begin again as whatever the fuck he could find before the last of his money and time ran out. He'd spent his way quickly through even the enormous amount of dragons he'd had, mostly on his fancy hotel room and exquisite meals, each one of them savored alone. The food here was rich with spices and creams, every bite dripping into his mouth whether it was roasted fish or grilled vegetables. The tastes of Volantis laid thick on the tongue, against the skin, a city of sumptuous desire, and Jaime should not have been surprised to find that desire made flesh, a pale, glowing beacon against the reds and golds of the city.

It had only been that morning when he'd stepped out of this same lobby, his head turned to the left, her body slamming into him from the right. Her phone went crashing to the ground, the loud crack of the breaking glass and plastic muffled by the dense Volantis air.

“Shit!” she'd said first, and if she hadn't spoken, if the phone hadn't looked so ordinary and broken on the ground, Jaime might have thought the whole day, the passionate night, a dream.

Well I hope you’re happy, @eryiscrye

King’s Landing was not designed to handle snow.

Invasions from ancient warriors? The very name of the city declared it a place for Kings, not would-be-conquerors. Flooding for multiple seasons? Flea Bottom was practically built on unsteady sand flats to begin with, and no amount of measly flooding would take down that part of the city. Heat waves that spanned the time between a babe’s birth and their first steps? The Maesters at the Red Keep University claimed this type of weather was what gave the city its particular sheen in the distance, rather than being a mere trick of the light.

But snow? Snow shut the city down. The weather-casters had been hyping up the impending snow storm for a good week by the time Friday rolled around, and roads were being blocked off and sanded before a single snowflake had even been spotted. As Brienne locked the door of the Fishing Smack, she had groaned as a delicate flurry started to powder the sidewalk.

He’s going to be insufferable.

Jaime had declared his mistrust of the bus system earlier that night on their walk from the parking garage, hollering to be heard over the rattling of the chains on the bus wheels that bus passes be damned, he was driving Brienne home from their closing shift. Brienne tried her best to argue, but Jaime had declared he would make it up to her with a brand new drink made just for her, grinning wickedly as Brienne had flushed remembering her first custom Lannister drink.

Absolutely insufferable.

She had grumbled at Jaime the entire ride to her apartment as the snowflakes falling from the sky and the man behind the wheel both ignored her. The snow was starting to come down heavier, and the delicate flakes were practically clumps of snow by the time Jaime had navigated to her neighborhood. As Jaime had turned into her street, he was not only ignoring her, he was smirking.

“Looks like I might get stuck here for the night, Gouda.” Brienne glared at him, sticking her tongue out at him rather than form a response. Jaime laughed.

“Are you saying you won’t invite me in out of the cold, Brienne?” Jaime’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he turned the key over and purred her name. She groaned and fished in her pocket for her keys.

“Just shut up and get out of the damn car, Lannister.” Brienne shot back, but she let him see a flash of a twinkle in her own eyes, making Jaime laugh. They were still navigating these early steps of their fledgling relationship, but Brienne felt a thrill every time Jaime laughed at her doing her best to give as good as she got.

Jaime grinned and seemed to be following behind Brienne meekly as they mounted the steps to her place. Brienne had about a full three seconds of unwrapping her scarf before Jaime had her pinned against the door, murmuring her name, Gods above, that shouldn’t be so attractive, and kissing all sorts of promises and I know just how you can make me shut up into her skin.

Later, Jaime kissed her temple softly as she shivered next to him on top of the sheets. He slipped his boxers back on, pulling away with a whisper into the back of her neck recalling his promise of something delicious for her to drink. Brienne half-heartedly tugged her blankets over her body, struggling to find the ability to sit up. She managed to resemble a conscious human right as Jaime re-entered the bedroom with a tray and a pensive look on his face. Brienne’s heart warmed as she saw the two steaming mugs of hot toddies (she could already tell which one was hers and which one was Jaime’s. Her love of all things citrus meant the mug garnished with a lemon twist was hers, and Jaime’s was made extra spicy with a full stick of cinnamon) and a plate with her sourdough rosemary crackers plus Jaime’s staple, and the bane of my existence, smoked gouda.

“Are you really trying to find out if I’ll throw you out of bed for eating crackers?” Brienne teased, tugging a throw blanket around her bare shoulders. Jaime grinned as he settled the tray on her bedside table, climbing back into bed before passing her lemon-peel garnished drink to her.

“What makes you think these are for me? Maybe I need a bribe to get you in a pleasant mood, and I knew food was the way to your good side.” Jaime held out the plate and a napkin, exchanging snacks for a soft kiss willingly offered by Brienne.

“The snow’s really starting to come down outside.” Jaime remarked as he leaned his head against hers. Brienne bit down on a slice of cheese, making a small noise to acknowledge she was listening. He pulled away to catch her eyes with his.

“Can I stay the night, Brienne?”

Brienne’s eyes closed at the openness in Jaime’s voice. She was still surprised at how raw he sounded when he was sincere, feeling a rush of warmth at his trust in her. They still had so much to learn about one another, but Jaime had started… whatever was developing between the two of them with that same openness, and it warmed Brienne’s heart. She knew there was a story behind it, just as Jaime knew to be patient with her as she fully processed his request. Her own stories had made her cautious, and it was knowing he understood and respected that more than anything else that revealed the answer to her.

Brienne took in a sip of her snowstorm drink, letting the tart bite of lemon and whiskey zing against her tongue as the honey and hot water warmed her down to her toes. Jaime had managed to worm his way under her comforter, and his skin had a glow of warmth to it as she made her choice.