This list is just the beginning of my list; I haven’t written down all my favorites yet. And as people write more, of course I’ll add to it. But here we go!

Favorite Writers, Favorite Stories

Jeune of lajeunefilleenfleur is my favorite Brittana writer, not gonna lie. The Only True Paradises and Pas de Deux together are my bible, then “Surrender”, “Besame”, “What it means to dream of a garden”, “Sacrament” and “Lights Out”… She creates beauty. Shamelessly. It’s wonderful.

Metamorphosis by Jeune of lajeunefilleenfleur. And, well, I made a poem out of her story, with her permission, so you could also find both the poem AND her story here: But you looked only at your hair, love, and not your eyes. Your eyes—crystal-bright, sky-bright—set in the perfect bezel: copper-patina-gold. Sexy and moving and gorgeous.

JJ of themostrandomfandom is AMAZING in every possible way—and she writes so that true love seems not only possible, but like it would be the best thing ever. (Imagine…) She’s a poet and it shows. “We Count Out Our Lives in Fingerprints” contains two of my favorite Brittana scenes ever (breakfast, writing on skin). “With All the Ease of Breathing” is just lovely. “In All the Places I Call Home” has all those kisses. “Inside-Out” hurts me with how lovely JJ’s language is.

That Growing Up Thing That We Do by JJ of themostrandomfandom: Santana feels a flare of warmth and love flower-bloom inside her chest. She loves it when Brittany talks about their future in such a somehow reckless, somehow careful way. She loves the sound of the words “our wedding” spoken from Brittany’s pretty primrose lips.

Larissa of explodinganyway kills me with her lovely, lovely language and striking characterizations of Brittany and Santana on a regular basis. “Bird Bones” is delicate and astonishing. “Honey Girl” is gorgeous. I also love one delicate, emotionally demanding piece about asexuality called “Warm Again”.

Birds by Larissa of explodinganyway: You’re in all of my dreams; your face, your body, your lips, your smell, sometimes just your presence. Like I know that you’re right behind me, in front of me, all around me.

I recently saw this fabulous story by likebrightness: “It Aint’ the Dark that I’m Afraid Of (It’s the Light)”

Night/Morning by Samantha of theinfernaldesiremachine. You wake up slowly to the not-light of the almost-morning, and she looks over like she’s been waiting for you. She has. Gentle and thoughtful and amazing.

Summer Days (Driftin’ Away) by Savannah of roamingreader: Her breathing evened out long ago, but yours is still shallow. You let her keep her hands tangled around you tonight, one buried deep within your raven hair and the other encircled around your waist. You’re not sure when the last time you slept so close was – maybe not since your first time together, when you were drunk enough to keep her close to you.

Soft Dreams by Heather of lebanesetoaster: I want you to have soft dreams every night.  I told you once, that I always dream soft dreams when I fall asleep in your arms.  You didn’t really say anything, but I could tell from the way that you smiled that you knew what I meant, and you had them too.