#djlouat

[luthienebonyx]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Addam Marbrand, Podrick Payne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Historians Summary:

There's only one thing Brienne detests more than the super popular reality show Race Thru Time - and that's its host, Jaime Lannister.

@fandomforoz

#jaime x brienne #luthien's fanfic #written for #djlouat #for #fandomforoz #fandom for australia

[ddagent]

#25 short fic J/B

Checked Out

Brienne is a volunteer librarian at the University of Lannisport. She spends most of her time on the quiet third-floor shelving books and shooing fellow students who like to use the stacks to have sex; as if they didn’t have dorm rooms for such a thing. One of the worst culprits is Jaime Lannister, a star athlete whose father is a major donor to the university. It was made clear to Brienne that Jaime could set a whole shelf of books on fire and the library would apologise for getting ash on his clothes. 

But one afternoon, Brienne has had enough. 

She rushes over to break up the tête-à-tête between Lannister and whatever blonde he’d winked at down on one of the lower floors, only to find Jaime by himself, reading a novel. Turns out, the Lannister heir enjoys alternate historical fiction, especially romantic alternate historical fiction, and has to sneak away on the pretence of sex so he can read in quiet. Jaime swears Brienne to secrecy, he continues to read his favourite genre, and she recommends him some of her favourites. 

Until one day, it’s Brienne having sex in the stacks. 

#djlouat #question time #braime #ship: braime #I just like the image of golden boy Jaime engrossed in this novel #and Brienne secretly handing him new books to read #ALSO #I really want to write Jaime and Brienne in a book club #and Brienne is cynical but Jaime is a huge romantic #mine: fic titles

[killingkueen]

End of year: #1, #38, #50!

1. First things first, did you have a good year?

It was better than last year. I did some really cool things. I said goodbye to some really cool people too, but that doesn’t have to be a lowlight. 

38. What was the best moment of the year for you?

Going to that Moomin park was something. Moomin everywhere. I bought overpriced pancakes, got my picture taken, what more could I have asked for?

50. What do you wish for yourself?

I want to write more this year. And I want to move out of my comfort space and have a relationship.

#ask meme #thank you so much #you're such a lovely person #djlouat

[shipping-receiving]

Hello! I appreciate your J/B fic recs, thank you! Could you spotlight the fic Extracurricular Activities by divine_twig, I think it's grand!!

First, I’ll link to the fic: Extracurricular Activities by divine_twig, which is great and I have recommended this multiple times before.

*sigh* okay. I don’t mean to single you out or hijack this entirely well-intentioned ask, but I’ve decided to do a preemptive post about my stance on messages like this in relation to the Fic Back Friday/Spotlight Saturday series. You can read this here, or don’t. Essentially I won’t be entertaining requests to feature specific fics for those two series, sorry! It’s important to me that I make these decisions on my own.

#asks #djlouat

[emospritelet]

djlouat replied to your post: Does anyone know the name of the Rumbelle fic set...

Four ways they could have met and one way they did by Luthien

Anon, is this the one?

#djlouat #rumbelle

[lotus0kid]

Congratulations on your TEA wins! Thank you for posting!

Aw, thanks!  I know it’s sure a lot easier to scream into the void when you know there are at least a few folks screaming back about how much they enjoy your screaming.

#djlouat

[abovethemists]

Fanfic ?: #10, #15, #20

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Yes. Recently, Game of Thrones. But there’ve been a lot over the years because I don’t write fic unless I feel really comfortable with the material. 

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I don’t think so? None of my pairs are particularly rare. 

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Not really. I definitely have a type when it comes to ships. I usually see them coming a mile away and know I’ll be trash for them. I suppose an exception to that is Swan Queen. I didn’t really see it until season 4 and then it clicked and I was like  “oh of course”. 

Sorry my answers weren’t more interesting! 

Fanfiction Questions

#fanfic questions #djlouat

[phoenixfeatherquill]

Just wanted you to know: I may or may not have seen a certain Jurassic Park movie as a retrospective in the theater tonight that may or may not have made me want to re-read a certain fanfic 'verse with which you may or may not be familiar...

I SWORE I WOULD NEVER GO BACK.  BUT THAT FUCKING FALLEN WORLD TRAILER–

Look, you and I both know that the trailer has a certain tone about Chris Pratt and Blue and what I’m getting from it is that they broke up, Chris Pratt is trying to convince her to leave the island with him, and they eventually adopt a kid together.  

#djlouat #Rumbelle

[thestraggletag]

Vote cast for Zootopia!

So far it’s in third place so, fingers crossed, it’ll happen.

Also True Nature made a spectacular jump and is in first place, followed by The Safest Place, which I never expected would be so popular.

So far this voting has been an eye-opener. Thanks for participating!

#djlouat

[luthienebonyx]

Two scenes (so far!) In You I Know: B playing Moonlight Sonata, and J&B dancing in the next room while Cat plays piano.

The waltzing scene is my favourite bit of this story (so far). I’m really happy that that stayed with you!

The whole thing with Brienne choosing that piece to play on the piano was the result of me trying to reconcile Brienne’s failures at being a lady with the expectations that would be put on her in that time and place. She’s not going to be good at it, but since she’s been out for years, she will have been in enough situations where she’s been expected to play that she's worked out a tactic for dealing with it.

After I wrote that scene, I felt a strong need to play the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata on the piano - and OF COURSE when I went looking I found pretty much every piece of sheet music I’ve ever owned EXCEPT for the Moonlight Sonata. So then I had to order a new copy.

So this scene has the distinction of being the only thing I’ve ever written that’s resulted not only in making me play the piano but also in buying new sheet music.

What scene from one of my fics, if any, still sticks in your head? Send me an ask and let me know.

#ask meme #fic meme #writer asks #djlouat

[ddagent]

Oooh! For the phone sex worker!J ' verse, could they maybe meet irl in the coffee shop? Maybe B is waiting for her friend Margaery, and B sees the Warrior fella she often sees ordering his usual frostino (such a J choice), and as he turns her way she looks away, but then M arrives and calls out, 'Hey Brienne!' and J somehow just *knows* this Brienne is *his* Brienne, and he goes over to the table to introduce himself? And B recognizes his voice? Maybe?

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA! My current thinking had Jaime going to see Doctor B Tarth give a lecture at Storm’s End University, and he recognises her voice instantly (and gets a hard-on in the lecture hall). 

I haven’t quite decided how I want to wrap up this verse yet; I still feel like there’s so much to play with!

#djlouat #Question Time #fic: phone sex operator verse

[timelordthirteen]

Hi there! Wanted to say thank you for your Come Clean 'verse and see if any chance of continuation of same? Love your Lacey!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Come Clean is so near and dear to my heart and I think it was my first Golden Lace fic ever? I will be finishing it, it’s so long overdue and I’m so sorry. :(

#come clean #golden lace #rumbelle #djlouat #asked and answered #i'm the wooooorst

[killingkueen]

#5, #6, #7!

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

Markus Zusak and Alice Hoffman. Both use such precise imagery and their books are deeply emotional and I'm a sucker for crying, I guess. I've tried to emulate them in a lot of what I've written. One of Hoffman's books actually made an appearance in a fic I wrote ages ago lol

6. Favorite character you ever created.

For a creative writing class years ago, I wrote about a teenager at war with her parents, and her hiding out in the garden shed. She was such a brat and I love her.

7. Favorite author.

Right now at this moment I'd say Neil Gaimen, but the above two are in close running.

#thanks boo #youre a peach #🍑🌺😘 #ask meme #djlouat

[emospritelet]

The word game: fire, tears, blanket

I have nothing for either fire or blanket, but you won’t be surprised to know that there are a few for tears :)

Tears

He had turned to face her, and was watching her with dark eyes, his expression something she couldn’t quite interpret.  Love, perhaps, though God knew she had done nothing to deserve it.  Love tinged with sadness, with quiet desperation.  It made the well of tears inside her rise up, threatening to overflow and drown her in sorrow. - from the next chapter of Things Left Unsaid.

He swallowed hard, tears stinging his eyes, a lump in his throat stopping the outpouring of emotion. - from the next part of Drinking to Forget

She was silent, and he could feel grief rising up within him, threatening to spill over and drown him in tears.

“I can’t bear this,” he said, his voice trembling.  “To - to have her back in my life, always out of reach, never able to touch her?  To have her a - a polite stranger?  The gods wouldn’t be so cruel!” - From a future chapter of Homecoming

#djlouat #word in a wip meme #rumbelle #woven lace #ogilvelle

[lotus0kid]

TMI Tuesday: How are A Real Hero Belle & her knight faring? Have they succeeded in their pursuit of the next generation of leadership for Colliure? Is the little one learning about governing from mama and self defense from Papa? Anyway, love that story, thank you for posting!

Aw, thanks for asking!  I don’t exactly know what ARH!Belle and Rum are up to.  I kind of had an idea for something once, but I’ve decided to use that for another fic later on.  You know, a little while ago I found myself contemplating some headcanons for ARH!Rumbelle kids.  I came up with an eldest daughter named Lucy who has Rum’s coloring and whose true passion is travel.  This may become an issue if she’s to be the heir of Collioure because there’s a younger sister named Rose with Belle’s coloring who is a born politician- charming, ambitious, perhaps a bit ruthless.  And Gideon’s there too, the youngest, and by early adulthood well on his way to becoming a master wizard.  Naturally they all learn every solitary thing their parents can teach them.

Also, if I can say one more thing about ARH, I haven’t watched “Beauty” and I don’t intend to, but everything about Belle in this scene is so ARH!Belle in twenty-ish years, I love it.

#a real hero #rumbelle fic #djlouat

[abovethemists]

Phantom Pain prompt list: "we have the kind of hx anyone would never want to think about again, and you're here asking me on a date?"

Phantom Pain - Chapter 10

Read it on AO3

Note: This fic has been nominated in the Angst: Why? and Best Golden Lace categories of The Espenson Awards! Thanks to everyone who nominated this story and, if you’re so inclined, voting is open from now until February 3rd at here.

Also note, this chapter is rated Explicit.

Gold’s hands bury themselves in Lacey’s hair, pulling it from its pins until her curls tumble over her shoulders. Her hands run over his arms, enjoying the feel of his biceps moving beneath the silky fabric of his dress shirt. He took off his suit jacket and waistcoat earlier and she’s grateful, one less barrier between them.

His kisses are soft and sweet, almost tentative. She can taste the frothy wine on his lips and she chases that taste, her tongue tracing over the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Gold presses one more soft kiss to her lips before pulling back.

“Lacey,” he says with a shake of his head, his face still so close that his nose brushes against hers. “You’ve been drinking.”

“So have you,” she counters with a nod toward his own abandoned wineglass.

“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he says instead.

“What’s one more regret at this point, Gold?” she asks, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ”We’re fucked you and I. We might as well enjoy it.”

That train of thought doesn’t seem to ease Gold’s mind at all, his eyes falling from hers and down to his lap.

“Hey,” she says, her hands tightening on his arms and drawing his attention back to her. “Do you want me?”

He blinks at her for a moment before answering. “Of course I want you,” he says finally, the words hoarse and rough, going straight through her and settling heavily at the apex of her thighs. “I always want you.”

She can’t help the little smile that crosses her lips. It feels so damn good to be wanted.

“I want you too,” she says, and Gold’s jaw tenses at her words, like he’s clenching his teeth together so hard they might shatter, clinging to his last vestiges of self-control. “So will you just fuck me already?”

That last little bit of self control seems to go out the window at her words. Gold grips her by the waist, kissing her again, harder this time. She opens her mouth to him, welcoming the feel of his tongue across her palate, his teeth scraping deliciously against her bottom lip.

It soon becomes apparent to Lacey that she is not just being kissed, she is being devoured. She’s never seen Gold like this, so intent on her, and she loves it. She wants him more with every passing moment. She is breathless and panting but she doesn’t want to come up for air, doesn’t want to do anything that will make Gold stop kissing her like he’s drowning man and she’s his source of oxygen.  

He pushes her back against the sofa and for a moment she mourns the loss of him so close, thinking he’s thought better of this yet again. But he slides down on to the floor in front of her, mindful of her still healing leg in its boot. Gold pulls a throw pillow down from the sofa beside her to kneel on, and braces his hands against her thighs. He gives her a questioning look and it’s all Lacey can do to nod, words escaping her for the moment.

Gold’s hands slide up the inside of her thighs, spreading them apart. One hand trails down her right leg, over the boot on encasing her calf and ankle. He ever so gently props her foot up on the coffee table, reaching for another throw pillow to cushion it there.

Lacey blinks away the sudden wave of tears at his thoughtfulness. He’s such a good man. Why has it taken her so long to realize?

For his part, Gold is totally focused on Lacey. He starts pressing soft, open mouth kisses against her left knee, dragging his mouth across her skin and slowly, maddeningly, upwards. His stubble rasps against her sensitive skin and Lacey lets out a shiver, squirming a bit beneath him. She thought this would be fast and rough, like they always used to be. She thought this would be frenzied, both working as hard as possible to get each other off as quickly as possible. Instead he’s taking his time with her. He’s never done so before. She doesn’t think anyone ever has.

Gold finally reaches the crease where her thigh meets her hip and trails his tongue along it until he’s at her core, his breath hot against the thin barrier of cotton that separates her slick flesh from his mouth. She’s already so wet, she can feel it soaking through her panties. She’d almost feel embarrassed, but Gold just closes his eyes, pressing his nose against her and inhaling.

“Fuck,” she mutters out. She’s never seen anything so erotic in her whole life.

“God you smell delicious,” Gold says, his tongue darting out to flick across the sodden fabric of her panties. They’re simple cotton, nothing fancy. All Lacey’s more scandalous lingerie is long gone, burnt to a crisp in the wreckage of her car. But Gold doesn’t seem to mind and she can’t find it in herself to care either.

“Can I taste you, Lacey?” Gold asks, his dark eyes looking up at her from between her thighs, nearly black in the low-lit living room. There’s something feral and frightening and thrilling about him like this. No wonder she was addicted to it.

“Yeah,” she rasps out. It’s all the encouragement Gold needs to bury his face there, lapping at her until the cotton is so wet from his mouth and her juices that it’s nearly translucent, sticking to her skin. She wants her underwear off, to feel him there completely, but it’s a task easier said than done with her cast.

As if Gold can read her mind, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down as far as her knees. Then he takes her by the left ankle, working her leg up and out so that they’re left hanging about her right knee, right above her boot. Gold grabs on to her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the sofa, pushing her skirt up around her ribcage, and buries his face in her again.

Lacey can’t help but squeal at the sensation of having him there with no barrier between them. His tongue is hot and wet as he laps at her, trailing down across her slit before coming back up to circle her clit. His lips latch on to her, sucking at her like she’s a fucking peach while his tongue continues to swirl and probe. Her thighs are tense and shaking, her toes curling. She wraps her left leg around Gold’s shoulders and buries her hands in his hair, holding him as close as possible as her hips buck against his mouth, seeking out her own pleasure.

She comes with a shout, her entire body spasming as Gold continues to lick her until she finally pulls him away by his hair.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, sitting up and pulling Gold toward her by his tie. He goes willingly and she wraps her arms around him, kissing him again. His face is slick with her juices, his lips covered in her, and she kisses him even more deeply. She wants to return the favor, but there’s no getting on her knees in her current state and asking him to stand seems an impossibility with his bad ankle. She lets out a laugh and Gold pulls back to look at her, his eyebrow lifted in question.

“We’re a pitiful pair,” she says, stroking her hands through Gold’s soft hair. “Only two fully functional legs between us.”

Gold’s lips twitch up in the beginnings of a smile.

“I’ve never let it slow me down,” he says, his voice low, a promise. “Just have to be a little more creative.”

And even though she’s just had one of the best orgasms of her bloody life she can’t wait any longer to have him inside her.

“Fuck me,” she pleads, her voice almost coming out in a whine.

Gold nods, taking the pillow from beneath her ankle and placing her foot back on the ground. He places a hand beneath her bottom, lifting her slightly to slide the pillow beneath her hips, and encourages her to lay back against the sofa once more.

“Alright?” he asks.

It’s not. This far away and she won’t be able to kiss him. She so wants to kiss him, more than she ever has before. But she concedes that Gold knows what he’s doing.

His hands go to the buckle of his belt. Lacey can see the hard outline of him through the soft wool of his trousers and she licks her lips in anticipation as he works them down his hips followed by his boxers.

Finally he’s free, every blessed inch of him, but Lacey only has a moment to admire the view before he’s draping himself over her, pulling her ever closer so her backside is almost hanging off the edge of the sofa. Gold braces himself on his elbows on either side of her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh.

“Hey,” he says, then laughs a bit at himself, his hair falling forward and tickling Lacey’s cheek. She finds herself laughing as well. And God, when was the last time she laughed in bed?

“Kiss me?” she asks, and Gold leans forward to press a chaste kiss against her lips, simple and sweet. Lacey reaches down between them, wrapping her hand around his cock and positioning him at her entrance. With his arms still braced on either side of her, Gold pushes forward, slowly, so she can feel every inch of him as her body stretches around him. He feels so good and Lacey wraps her arms around his neck, wanting him as close as possible. She wants to feel his skin against hers and she’s disappointed neither of them got around to taking their shirts off. They’re half dressed on his living room sofa and yet this feels like something more, not just the morphine to dull the pain of Belle’s passing like all those half dressed fucks in the shop, but something real and true.

Gold pushes all the way home and then stops, holding himself still. He buries his face against Lacey’s neck, planting soft kisses there. He whispers something against her skin, something she can’t quite make out and she’s not even sure she wants to know what it is. Then he pulls back as slowly as he entered her before snapping his hips back in to hers.

Lacey lets out a startled gasp, her hands digging in to Gold’s back. All thought of his mysterious words are driven from her mind as he sets up a steady rhythm. With her hips propped up by the pillow, he’s hitting her just right, deep inside and it’s all Lacey can do to hold on for dear life.

It’s still not enough though. She needs to feel him, his warm skin beneath her hands instead of smooth silk. She pulls at his tie and the buttons on his shirt until she gets them more or less open, then she yanks at her own blouse, pulling it up over her head and throwing it God knows where.

She pushes her hands up under Gold’s shirt, over the warm skin of his back, feeling his muscles jump beneath her touch. His belly is pressed to hers, they’re so close she feels like she’s being consumed by him, that pretty soon they’ll be one person and isn’t that how this is supposed to be?

Gold bends his head to Lacey’s chest, nipping at the swell of her breasts above her simple cotton bra. His lips find her nipple through the thin fabric, latching on, laving her with his tongue, and Lacey can feel herself getting so damn close. Her inner muscles are tightening around Gold’s cock, her fingernails scoring his back as he hits her so deeply it feels like the entire world is going to come apart around her. The coarse hair at the root of his cock is grinding against her in just the right places and she can’t hold back any more. She comes, hard, her entire body tensing and shaking at the force of her orgasm.

Gold’s thrusts lose their rhythm, his hands gripping her hips as he bucks into her, his eyes never leaving her face. His mouth is slack, his eyes heavy lidded and Lacey thinks he never looks so beautiful to her as he does right before he’s about to come. Lacey feels the rush of warmth when he lets himself go, spilling himself inside her as his hips continue to thrust shallowly through his orgasm. Eventually he collapses against her, his head on her chest as they both struggle to catch their breath.

“Are you okay?” Gold asks after a moment to collect himself, pulling back just enough to look down at her booted lower leg.

“Fine,” she manages between pants. “Better than fine. How about you?”

Gold pulls out of her with a grimace, getting his feet beneath him and collapsing next to her on the couch. He looks thoroughly debauched with his tie loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned, hair mussed, and trousers about his ankles. She likes this look on him, always has.

“I’ll be sore tomorrow,” he says, flexing his ankle. “But it’s well worth it.”

Lacey rolls on to her side to the best of her limited ability so she’s facing Gold.

“That was good,” she says. “Not that it wasn’t always but that was just…”

“Yeah,” Gold finishes, understanding her unspoken words. Every other time was tinged with grief and regret and guilt. This is the first time they’ve been together where it didn’t feel wrong. Maybe it wasn’t right, not quite yet. But maybe one day it could be. That was enough for Lacey, just the hope of something better.

That change in the air continues to ripple around them, everything shifting and for once Lacey thinks it might be a change for the better.

Gold leans over to kiss her and Lacey lets him. She doesn’t think they’ve ever kissed after the fact. When they’re done with each other it’s a time for shame and quick goodbyes. They never linger.

But Gold lingers now, his lips soft against hers. When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.

“Will you have dinner with me?” he asks suddenly, breaking the almost tender moment between them.

Lacey shakes her head confused. “We already ate.”

Gold rolls his eyes. “Not right now, not here,” he says. “I mean go out together sometime soon.”

Lacey pulls away at his words, sitting up fully on the sofa. She can feel the evidence of their coupling leaking its way out of her and onto the leather surface. She’ll have to clean that up later.

“What?” she asks. They eat dinner together every night, here at his home. They live together and work together. She supposes it shouldn’t feel that strange to go out to eat somewhere else. But that feels a bit too much like a date. Lacey just got used to the idea of fucking Belle’s husband. She’s not sure she can make the jump to dating him.

They’ve said they love each other, they’ve expressed that love just now in the only way they’ve ever known how, and she’s hung up on dinner. Lacey almost laughs.

“We have the kind of history any sane person would never want to think about again, and you’re asking me on a date?”

Gold looks a little abashed, pulling his shirt back closed around himself and Lacey immediately regrets her words. She’s hurt him enough. She doesn’t want to hurt him again.

“Okay,” she says, reaching out and putting a hand over his before he can pull his trousers up and run away to the safety of his own room. “Okay. What’s the worst that can happen?”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #golden lace #raven's fic #fic: phantom pain #djlouat