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Ohh, Birthday Picture??

Ah, thanks @resthefuture! This is for the WIP Sampler basket ask.

This is a little one-shot I have been working on in response to an AITA reddit thread I read. The basic gist is this girl posted on AITA to ask whether she was an asshole for asking her boyfriend’s brother to get out of her birthday pictures because he had recently been in a car accident and had a scar on his face that would be “distracting”. I thought, with a little re-imagining, this would make quite a good JB fic. Here’s a little extract:

Yet for all the love and support Sansa and Margaery gave her, none compared to that she received from Jaime. On the first day back in her flat, Jaime had come around with a takeaway menu and the promise to pay for anything she wanted to eat. Brienne had hid behind the door, not wanting him to see her. It had not taken him long to make her surrender.

"Open up, Tarth," Jaime had commanded, pushing his way into her flat. "We've done a Mud Run together, so I assure you that some little scar cannot beat the time we both emerged from a five mile race looking like the Creatures from the Black Lagoon."

In spite of herself, Brienne let out a little chuckle.

"Is that you laughing in there?" Jaime asked with mock imperiousness. "Because I can't have you laughing. One must mope after trauma!"

Brienne folded her arms across her chest, trying to suppress her amusement. "I am not moping."

"Then let me see you. I miss your face. I love your face."

Unable to resist that soft, warm tone, Brienne's resolve crumbled, and she inched the door open, her heart pounding in her chest. While she hoped he would not judge her - Brienne had been the one who sat with him after he injured his hand in that car accident and had helped him do his hand exercises - she could never be one hundred percent certain. He was an unearthly beauty who went out with an instagram model, after all.

However, the second she opened the door, Jaime's face lit up with a smile so beautiful it almost made Brienne cry. On the one hand, it was natural that she was as in love with him as she was; he was handsome and kind and hid his goodness under layers of pain and sarcasm. On the other...

"Gods, Brie. Your shit is fucked."

She went to shut the door in his face.

"Wait... wait... I'm sorry. I'm only teasing. My shit is fucked too." He raised his right hand and tried (and failed) to wiggle his fingers to prove it so. "Let me in. Please."

Thanks for reading!

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If you're still taking gif requests, I'm curious about 'Filthy Gorgeous' :)

I’d love to gif this one, but it’s one of the few titles in Niko’s filmography that is actually lost (or at the very least not available publicly, as I’m 100% sure it’s gathering dust in an archive somewhere). All we have is a few IMDB reviews, and maybe one picture. 😭

Apparently it aired only once and/or was available on demand for a while, but this was in 2006 and lots of stuff from that time just doesn’t exist anymore.

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resthefuture replied to your post “Do you or any of your followers know fics where Jaime becomes a sperm...”

Storks Ltd. by FaerieChild, even though the process of giving is more, ehm, natural ��

True, Storks Ltd. works for the sperm donor premise too! I always think about that more as surrogacy for some reason lmao, even though it’s Brienne who asked in the first place.

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14 and 19 if you haven't already had them :)

Hey @catherineflowers29! Both you and @resthefuture asked for the exact same questions, so I hope you enjoy the answers :)

14. Favorite fic you read this year

Omgosh that is so hard! I haven’t had as much time to read the last few months, so I have not read as much as I did last year.

That being said, I read @dilfjaime‘s Love Drunk at least once a week, and @littledeconstruction‘s irreconcilable differences breaks my heart. @nightreaderenigma‘s The Unwitting Third Wheel is just adorable.

19. Favorite fandom event you participated in this year

I loved the fic exchange over the summer so much; there were so many brilliant fics that came out of that event. I am also working on fics for the festive fic exchange and the Histories Ficathon (for another fandom), and I am liking how both are shaping up!

Fanfic End-of-Year Asks

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No 4., 8., and 24. for the ask :)

Hey @resthefuture! Thanks so much for the ask!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

The man standing in front of Brienne was the most motherfucking super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot guy she had ever seen in her entire life. He looked the mutant offspring of a three-way between Henry Cavill’s Superman, Aphrodite the Ancient Greek Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation, and Prince Charming from Shrek. He was tall, only an inch or two shorter than herself, with piercing green eyes and a jaw that was sharp enough that it probably counted as a weapon if you took it through customs.

- Woman Up

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Broadly, yes. I’m not a big reader of fluff, unless it is fluff that has this kind of undercurrent of darkness to it. Otherwise I find it a little too sickly. I tend to read angsty character study one-shots that I wish I could write (and have attempted to write, with varying degrees of success).

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Yes! I don’t know what happened, but I literally lost the ability to be funny sometime last year (hence why I am taking forever to update Big Cop 3). On the other hand, my smut writing has gotten better, so it’s swings and roundabouts I guess.

Fun Writers Asks

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I'd love to know more about PhD student Brienne and Hot Prof Jaime *pretty please*

Hey @resthefuture thanks so much for the prompt!

Here is the latest chapter of “Late Nights in Love”. I hope you enjoy!

Late Nights with Lancel

Jaime tried to pretend it didn't hurt, but it did.

He had put all his cards on the table, and Brienne had still run away from him. He wondered what he had done wrong. Had he moved too quickly? Had he suggested the wrong thing for a first date? Had he caught her at a moment when she was in a bad mood and not thinking clearly?

No, he thought sadly. She just doesn't see me that way. I'm an old, soon-to-be divorced professor ten years her senior, and she is a cool interesting PhD student with her whole life ahead of her. Why would she be interested in me?

Jaime was not used to being rejected, so was not prepared for how much it sucked. He had been with Cersei for most of his life but that had never stopped people throwing themselves at him. Every year at the staff Sevenmas party, Catelyn's drunk sister tried to pounce on him; one of his third year undergraduates, Pia, would never miss the chance to visit him during office hours and bat her eyelashes at him; and the office cleaner Hildy had actually asked him to come home with her once. Consequently, Jaime had been so sure that a nice smile and a feel of his abs would have Brienne all hot for him that her declining of a proper date had totally wrongfooted him.

I'm such an idiot, Jaime told himself. I never had a hope in hell with her. She's far too good for the likes of me.

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POV??

Hey @resthefuture thanks so much for your ask! This is for the no excuses meme, so I hope you enjoy this entirely un-proof read little monstrosity.

This is a little extract from Run, Fat Knight, Run (specifically Chapter 7, “Cupcakes”) and is Brienne’s POV from when Jaime comes to see her in her shop. One of the things that greatly amused me when I wrote this fic was that everyone was so convinced (as was Jaime) that Brienne hated Jaime’s guts up until Chapter 12. Meanwhile, I was imagining her as this stressful little ball of anger, lust, love, and longing every time he came into view, who could barely keep a lid on her feelings for him, which resulted in lots of blushing, staring, and then being angry with him because she couldn’t cope.

Flour

Brienne spotted Jaime the moment he walked into Sweet Tooth, as her eyes were irresistibly drawn towards him. Although she was serving a customer, she could not help but wonder what he was doing here. Jaime had not come to her shop since they were lovers, so the fact he was encroaching on her territory now seemed goading. Unfortunately, the shop was busy, so she was left hanging in suspense, waiting to discover what he actually wanted. It didn't help that it was a sunny day, and the light kept falling on his hair in a way that made it look soft and pretty, distracting her from serving her cupcakes. What was even worse was that Jaime kept trying to catch her eye.

Stupid man, she thought irritably. Stupid, horrible, hateful man. I don't care about him at all.

Nevertheless, Brienne's stomach did a strange flip when she called the number 69, and Jaime launched himself towards her, barely even noticing that a counter separated them. Annoyed at his intrusion on her place of work, Brienne tried to scowl at him, but her words came out in breathless surprise.

"Jaime, what are you doing here?"

He did not answer immediately but scrutinised her face for a moment with those sharp green eyes of his. It sent a frisson of electricity coursing through Brienne's skin, which only got worse when he made the extent of his observation known by saying, "you've got flour on your face."

Embarrassed, Brienne tried to brush it off herself. "Is it gone?"

"No," he said, his voice as soft as silk. Before she could stop him, Jaime reached across the counter and cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing at her skin. "It's just... there..."

Brienne swallowed heavily when she realised Jaime had no intention of removing his hand. Although she could feel the callouses on his skin that told her of a life lived, of sins sustained, there was a small part of Brienne that remembered the joy she had once experienced by tilting her head slightly and pressing a kiss into his palm. Jaime's green eyes would shine with affection as he drew closer, all warmth, sweetness, and razor sharp wit.

It was a pleasant memory to indulge in, until she remembered the truth.

He can cut me just as well as he can kiss me, she thought.

Brienne slapped his hand away, not wanting to be fooled by her long dead feelings’ ghosts. She was determined to keep up the wall between herself and Jaime, even if it meant being blunt.

"What do you want?"

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Hey @resthefuture! Here is a little sneak peak of the next chapter of “Baby Mama”:

However, the moment Brienne's Dad mentioned Alys' blue eyes, Jaime's eyes snapped back open, suddenly focussed. "Baby's eyes can change colour though," he said sharply, "between six and eight months. I looked it up."

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