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jenny-from-the-bau · 10 months

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I'm feeling nostalgic and diving deep into rizzles fic on ff

#😔#iykyk #if you weren't reading rizzles fic in 2013 #don't talk to me #jdjahfjskf #again #iykyk!#og #rizzles #rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles

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jobethdalloway · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you had put any of your fic on ao3 or if it was all still on ff.net? I love your writing!

aw hi there! Thanks for the kind words :) I never transferred my Rizzles fics over there, but I did publish one concurrently on Ao3 and FF. So I do have an Ao3 profile, but mostly writing for a new fandom these days (Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova from Hawkeye, of the MCU)

#anon

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xscape · 1 year

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Merry Christmas Everyone! 🎅 🎄

1:10pm 25th December 2022.

I hope everyone is having a good time. 🎉

How many pornbots did Santa leave in your notes! 😉

I always look forward to food at Christmas & dinner is at least 4hrs away so I'm currently grazing on a random mix of snacks including yesterday's left over chicken nuggets, pickled onions, jam donuts all washed down with some warmed up festive spiced mead that I bought from the Stonehenge gift shop as I passed through Wiltshire last week. I really wanted to get some photos but we only stopped for a toilet break and didn't go up to the monument. Everyone was complaining that it was too cold ffs! 😡

I'm off work now until 4th January, a chance to chill, watch Netflix, family visits etc.

I spent last Christmas isolating with my 3rd hit of covid-19 so I'm glad I can get out and about this year.

Music share today... from a few years ago that I was reminded of when we had a bit of family fun listening to it yesterday:

Rizzle Kicks - Mama Do The Hump.

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Enjoy the rest of your holidays everyone! 🎄

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#xscape-personal

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dhr-deleted · 9 days

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I know it's a lot. But in my defense I've been unintentionally hoarding this update since last year. This is almost exclusively from CG and LJ.

Also, I've found many of the fics previously listed as missing.

Missing - 2023 May

Ana - "Jaded (AFF:544179028)"

bambu - "Epiphany", "In a Heartbeat"

britt-1975 - "Completely Pleased (LJ:44943)"

Bunney/Krissy - "Keepsake (LJ:296706)"

derryere - "Particle B (LJ:14921)"

dracosladymalfoy - "Good Little Slaves (CG:5861)", "Realization (CG:5571)"

dynonugget - "A Tangled Web (H&V:505)", "Happy Birthday, Hermione (FF:4358908)", "THAT Magazine (FF:4494620)", "Something Missing (GE:3687)", "A Universe in This Moment (GE:3687)"

ElecticSista - "Accidental dessert (CG:6423)"

elenorlaura (FF:4149234) - "One Cloud (CG:1397)"

frozentemptress/Crystalline Temptress (FF:76575) - "The Road from Emmaus (dmhgficexchange:36915)"

Geena (FF:153081) - "Bump and Grind (YG:dracohermionecommunity)"

Geewhiz/itsbeenvery - "Phone Booth (LJ:3410)"

granger2malfoy - "The Birthday Gift (LJ:4693)"

greenvlvetcouch - "Heavenly Heavenly Heaven On Earth"

ilovdm - "The Faded Letter (CG:6395)"

jadarene - "Dirty (YG:jadafanfic)", "Fridays (LJ:74167)", "Hammered (LJ:245603)", "Nailed (LJ:245978)", "Screwed (LJ:246265)", "Thank You (LJ:74167)"

jaxindi/Bex - "Confrontation (quiet-ones:114000)", "Meeting (quiet-ones:113115)"

jess_lovecat04 - "A Quick Shag (LJ:46222)", "All's Fair (LJ:59041)", "In The Next Room (LJ:58571)", "The Abridged Manual of Appreciation (LJ:74980)", "How Two Became Three (LJ:56121)"

jkrazed - "Two (CG:610)"

kate04/cardigankate - "Mr. Buzzy (CG:6011)", "Simple Isn't Always Simple (CG:5729)"

kendas/kendas_fic - "What the Bookworm Saw (LJ:36109)", "Yellow Brick Road (LJ:28987)"

Lady Draherm/eldee/eldeefic (FA/LJ/FF:699186) - "Ophelia (dramione:128596)", "The Search (quiet-ones:86420)", "Snow Rush (quiet-ones:107757)"

Leroux - "The Masquerade (CG:6185)"

lifesaverkat/Flying Snow/Persephone-Granger (FF:441993) - "Scones (CG:251|diagonally:645)"

LittleSixx - "Disinherited (FF:13181025/13188416)"

LULAS4LIFE - "For the Love of an Angel (Wattpad)"

maria_therese - "On Holiday (CG:6091)"

millieweasley - "A Birthday Present Worth Breaking (LJ:49819)"

MistressofDarkness - "Wicked (CG:3994)"

moreteadk/purrnilla/mtdk_fic - "Bitter (LJ:41417)"

mzwebfreak/Christy - "One Nighter (RS:5589|CG:3072)" Dramione version

NemesisCries - "Nemesis Prophecy (CG:1116)"

oracle/wickedoracle - "A Burgeoning Conscience (AFF:544182205)"

postcat - "Untitled (LJ:219616)"

Rizzle - "The Revel (CG:444)" Dramione version

Sari_Malfoy - "Paranoid (CG:3229)"

sayyida_ashley - "Unexpected (CG:3471)", "Unexpected Consequences (CG:3535)"

seekerlover (FF:2624235) - "I Guess I'll Have to Do This the Hard Way (CG:3496|petulantpoetess:5106)"

sesptwd - "Invitations (se_fics:2275/1949|dmhgficexchange:37519)"

shag_me_draco - "All In The Head (flicked:6827)", "Confrontation (flicked:6575)", "Dreams Come (flicked:7105)", "In The Stacks (flicked:6350)", "Point Proven (CG:4607|flicked:9667)", "Runes Homework (flicked:5720)"

shelmedine - "She Walked Among the Dead (CG:3883)"

SkanG - "Chained (CG:5422)", "Lucid Insanity (CG:5637)"

slytherinswench - "Watch For Me By Moonlight (CG:2297)

snarkywench_64 - "Exhaustion", "I Miss the Sun", "A Candle in the Window (CG:5190)"

spikespetslayer/dedra - "Mischief Night (CG:3712)", "Halloween Horrors (CG:3711|GE:251)"

TalaKidanya/Konmei - "Something About You (AFF:16425)"

tamatersweet & dari_67 - "The Lost Time (AFF:600094003|GE:2424|round_robins:11342/11790)" missing chapters: 11&12

templeton21 - "The Glory of Love (AFF:544184948)"

Verity_Obfuscata - "In Cocoa Veritas (CG:765)", "Hermione's Howler (CG:775)"

Vexia (FF:614570/479509) - "Eden Lost (LJ:56492)", "The Lullaby Anthology (LJ:51915)", "Stanzas and Verses (LJ:36804)", "Tonight (LJ:78414)", Revalations (LJ:99616)", "Mr Brightside (LJ:33802)"

#updates: missing

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thepriceisrizzoli · 5 years

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not people

Filling a prompt from socks-lost about wanting to see Maura struggle with a panic attack after Killer in High Heels.

The tile feels cool on Maura’s forehead.

Normally, she would shudder at the thought of the petri dish jungles that would grow as a result of a bacterial swab of this tile. But all that matters right now is that its coolness feels a little bit soothing.

What’s the event, even? Something for charity, but which? It doesn’t matter. These functions are all the same. Polite small talk, pledge money, move on. Manageable. She’s been doing it all her life.

Then her eyes had settled on the glass in her hand, and she couldn’t remember for certain who she’d accepted it from, or what might be in it, or if she’d already sipped any of it.

And then suddenly, there were too many unknowns. Too much sensory input to cope with. Too many strange faces, and the backs of heads were almost worse. Too many people, too close, too loud. Every conversation in the room blending into one overwhelming drone. A dozen different perfumes and colognes choking her. Even the seams of her dress seemed to shrink, digging into her skin and restricting her breathing.

She really hopes she hadn’t made a scene on her way to the restroom. It wasn’t empty, and holding herself together for the extra thirteen steps it took to reach the privacy of this end stall was almost more than she could bear. The tears had burst from her before she even turned around to lock the door, quickly ruining the makeup she promised herself she wouldn’t have to reapply.

If only she could disappear without having to speak to anyone or be seen by anyone. Just blink and magically be at home. She feels pathetic and afraid and helpless in this little cell, which is as much like a cage as it is like temporary safety from the entire world. Though initially a relief, the solitude is now ringing in her ears as loudly as the cacophony of the crowd had.

It’s only after a few breaths that she realizes part of that cacophony she had fled was Jane saying her name.

Jane is out there. Her plus one. Totally out of her element and only here to be supportive. She has every right to come bursting in here, complaining about being left stranded out there in a dress she hates, with a bunch of stuffy strangers, at a function she has no interest in.

Fresh tears spill at the realization that she’ll have no emotional energy to deal with that. Maura had run into this bathroom like a scared little animal looking for a crevice to crawl into, and if Jane reaches a hand in after her, she doesn’t know what she might do except shut down, or maybe bite.

The hand dryer goes off, exposing the sharpness of her breathing to the echoing quiet. She covers her mouth, eyes stinging and lungs burning from trying to silence her sobs. Over by the sinks a couple of younger women laugh, and even though she knows it’s not about her, somehow it sounds like it is.

Door hinges. Maura recognizes the new set of footsteps even in the dialect of heel clicks instead of their native boot stomps. Then there they are in the little gap under the door: the sage almond pumps she picked out with Jane forty hours earlier, just to match a dress she’ll never wear a second time.

She braces.

“Maura?”

"Hm,” is all she can say without revealing her state.

“You okay?” Jane sounds... gentle.

How nice lying must be. She could say yes and Jane would go away and this would be one step closer to being over.

“I jus-st need a minute.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath, too close to having her little bubble breached.

“Okay.”

The shoes disappear. Somebody runs the dryer and she can breathe again.

A minute later, something wedges in the crack of the stall door. A piece of paper.

Unfolding reveals it as a torn off piece of the glossy program she was handed when she entered the event. Her tears slow as she tries to understand the words written on it.

If you want company but don’t want to say a word, text me 1.

Company but I don’t talk either - 2

Stand over here and keep the dryer running - 3

Immediate escort off the premises no questions asked - 4

You need to be alone - 5

Anything else - name it. I have your back.

She has to read it four times before absorbing it, but once she does, it’s like a light turns on.

Panic told her she was all alone. It had her lumping Jane in with people.

There is some whining and teasing, yes. But when something serious is happening, there could be no one more ferociously on her side than Jane Rizzoli. She has it all. Cop authority. Friend comforts. Big sister powers. She’s her go-to for anything and everything.

Jane isn’t people. Jane is Jane.

She finds her phone in her purse.

1. Send.

Feet reappear within fifteen seconds. There is no knock.

She unlatches the door, opening it to find a soft smile waiting. It makes her wonder how awful she must look.

Despite the premise of the text she just sent, the first thing she does is start rambling.

“I just don’t kn-now wh- I don’t know! I don’t know.”

Giving up on expressing herself, she pushes into Jane’s arms instead, repeating herself uselessly.

Jane walks them a step into the stall and pushes the door shut with her elbow. “Okay,” she wraps her arms around Maura and leans a cheek on her head. “Okay.”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t know who an-nyone is. I don’t-”

“You know me.”

Maura goes quiet, breathing hard.

“Nobody’s here but you and me.”

Jane's hand moves up and down her back.

“You’re safe. I know it doesn’t feel okay, but it will be. We’ll just hang out here as long as it takes to feel more okay. And then we’ll go home. You don’t have to talk to a single person. Okay?”

Maura nods with a hiccupy sigh.

“Okay. Now just breathe with me.”

It takes time to realize that this isn’t a hug. It’s shaped like a hug, but a hug would’ve lasted just long enough to express sympathy, and this is not ending. This is a hold. And it makes her feel protected, and not alone. And it feels devastatingly good to just hide in and cry like there’s no time limit. Jane’s hands hold her securely, rubbing soft circles on her back. It helps calm her enough that when she opens her eyes again it’s almost a surprise to remember where they still are. If only it could continue this way, but at home instead of in a public bathroom stall.

She can’t tell how long they’ve been in there, but it’s probably been too long. Begrudgingly, she peels herself out of the embrace.

“Everything... just..”

“Got cranked up to 11 all of a sudden?” Jane finishes quietly. “And all you wanna do is teleport home and curl up in a dark room and shut off.”

Maura heaves a sigh. “Yeah.”

"Let’s teleport.”

“Oh... I haven’t excused myself,” she realizes with a near-sob. “I didn’t say goodbye to our hosts.”

“I took care of it,” Jane shakes her head.

“What did you say?”

“I said something came up that required our attention and that you sent your appreciation and regrets and blah blah blah, it was fine. They think you left already. No one’s looking for you.”

Relief floods through her.

That’s why, come to think of it... Maura was in here for at least a few minutes on her own. It hadn’t occurred to her to wonder why Jane hadn’t followed her immediately. She was out there smoothing over the situation, keeping anyone from following, making it less like a scene.

“Okay. Here’s the exit strategy: I’m gonna lead you out the door in full hockey gear. Anybody tries to talk to you, I body check them into the ice sculpture. It’ll be ladies screaming, monocles falling into champagne flutes-”

A laugh jumps from her throat, small but unexpected enough to come out sounding as much like a cough. Jane sounds pleased to have earned at least that.

Her actual suggestion is to bring the car around to the service exit, and then come back to escort her out.

After making the best of her face, Maura follows Jane out, letting herself be led by the hand. She feels like a small child being helped to cross a street, but somehow in this context it’s reassuring instead of condescending.

She pushes through half a set of double doors, holding it open for her.

The voice is immediate, and male.

“Excuse me, ladies, but this area-”

“Boston police,” Jane barks without slowing or even altering their course, even though he is directly ahead of them. “Clear the exit.”

In her peripheral vision Maura can see the man - kitchen staff maybe - stepping aside, showing his palms in disinterested surrender. Not paid enough to stand in the way and be bulldozed. She notices how Jane is angling herself to block her from view as much as is casually possible as they move past.

She focuses on Jane’s shoulder blades, visible thanks to her updo and the low-ish back of the dress she’d talked her into. Imagining her instead in hockey gear almost brings a smile to Maura’s face.

Something about the safety of the car makes her start crying again, and to her relief, Jane simply lets her.

- - -

The next time she looks at the clock, it reads 12:41.

She must have fallen asleep. She wants nothing more than to fall back asleep, but something is nagging at her... besides the fact that she’s fallen asleep in her makeup.

It’s Jane. Jane protected her and drove her home, but she doesn’t recall saying a single word to her since they left that bathroom. No effort to be appreciative or even hospitable. Her only goal upon arriving home was tearing off that dress so she could finally breathe and crashing in bed just long enough to catch her breath.

Her eyes move across her bedroom, dimly lit by the light of her closet filtering through its slatted door.

Her dressing table. Her nightstand. Legs on the bed.

Legs on the bed?

Jane is lying on the bed next to her. Propped up halfway on pillows, and with hands folded neatly over her stomach, she looks more like she’s waiting than sleeping.

“Hey,” she says, and Maura jumps slightly even though her presence is not a surprise. Her nerves feel shredded.

“Sorry,” Jane adds quickly. “It’s just me. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone.”

Maura rubs her eyes. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Nah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

She feels more settled now, though exhausted and embarrassed... however with Jane here to look out for her, it’s not so terrible. Being that vulnerable in front of someone she trusts feels nice, in a way.

“Do you? Want to be alone?”

Apologetically excusing Jane is her first instinct, but she pauses. Going back to sleep sounds nice, but having Jane there sounds even nicer. Her presence is so calming.

“No.”

"’kay.” Jane sits up and pats a little folded pile on the foot of the bed. “I grabbed some pajamas for you.”

“I’m alread- oh,” glancing down, she realizes she was in such a hurry to get out of that dress that she never put anything else on, and is still just in underwear. Hopefully she was the one who pulled the bed sheet over herself.

That’s what makes her check to see what Jane is wearing, if not still her dress from the benefit. She’s found one of the old tees and sweats of her own that are always stashed in Maura’s drawers.

"Let me go get you a glass of water,” Jane smirks.

Getting ready for bed gives Maura her second wind. That little crash helped recharge her at least to the point where she can think again - not necessarily a good thing - and now she doesn’t feel like trying to go directly to sleep.

They end up in their go-to place for processing: the couch. Side by side, they just sit in silence for a little while.

Earlier it was all just a tornado of raw data, but now she’s starting to be able to organize it and analyze what had happened.

“I feel so ridiculous.” Her voice still sounds congested.

“You aren’t.”

“But there was no real threat at all. Am I that afraid of a dead man?”

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

Jane doesn’t talk about Hoyt that much, but Maura knows that’s what she means.

Neither of them really fear dead men. What they fear is that those men weren’t unique. There are more of them in the world - it’s a statistical certainty. There’s just no way of knowing which they are.

That’s where she’d lost it at the benefit tonight. All those smiling faces, each one Schrödinger’s acquaintance. Simultaneously a pleasant conversationalist and potential catastrophic threat to her safety, her sanity, her life.

“I keep doing the math. The number of new people I tend to encounter in an average work week - the prevalence of violent crime and psychopathy and-”

“Hey,” Jane says, shushing softly. “I know, but we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Maura allows herself to lean to the side when pulled, and Jane shifts enough to put her chin on top of Maura’s head. It feels warm and safe and reassuring, like the way puppies must feel when they sleep all together in a pile.

“You’re home. You’re safe. You don’t have to think about anything else.”

She closes her eyes, but something is keeping her from totally relaxing. Jane must think she’s much worse off than she is, and to not correct her feels kind of deceptive.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“I know you don’t like hugging people. I’m not in danger. I’m not in distress anymore... I just like the company.”

She feels a little breath come out of Jane’s chest, like that had been amusing.

“You’re not people.”

Well... in that case, maybe it’s okay to wrap her other arm around Jane’s waist and relax against her. She does, and Jane retaliates with what she’s at least ninety-six percent sure was a kiss on the top of her head.

It gives her a thousand additional questions, but those can be answered later. Right now the important thing is that everything feels safe. And this hug - no, hold - is lasting so long that the only way she can even tell Jane’s awake is the little intermittent back-and-forth thumb near her shoulder.

She's falling asleep on the couch. On Jane.

She does absolutely nothing about it.

#rizzles ficlet #socks-lost #idk how true this is to ptsd but: one panic attack as ordered #and btw for a far superior and feature length take on this flavor I rec Streetwalker by Greened Ink on ff #this is one of those things that's going to languish in my drafts for 5 years while i intend to finish/improve it but wont really so here

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aresmarked · 6 years

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rizzles-me-this replied to your post: …i forget when i stopped using ff but a large part...

Consistent tagging……was so hard to find….. sometimes I wonder back there and ponder how I ever managed to find anything…

also true

#rizzles-me-this #ffs format is prolly primarily responsible for my trawling patience

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ao3feed-rizzles · 3 years

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The Scientific Method

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Or4Vgx

by GreenEggsAndGraham

During a high-profile interview, Maura is asked about the nature of her and Jane's relationship and makes an embarrassing slip-up due to her inability to lie. When Maura doesn't know how to respond she decides to turn to science to find the truth. Slow burn Rizzles, as always.

Words: 3878, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: Rizzoli & Isles

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Maura Isles, Jane Rizzoli, The Gang but they're not the focus

Relationships: Maura Isles/Jane Rizzoli

Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Internalized Homophobia, Slow Burn, Maura uses the scientific method to determine if Jane loves her, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, like last march, but I'm moving it here bc i don't really use ff now, Rizzles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Or4Vgx

#ao3feed #rizzles #rizzoli and isles

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avalance · 2 years

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rules: tag people you want to get to know better

tagged by @poisonisley ty! ✨

three ships: wildmoore, avalance, thasmin

first ever ship: first i ever read fic for was rizzles (rizzoli & isles) 🥲

last song: underwater boi by turnstile

last film: the holiday

currently reading: rise to the sun by leah johnson + an avalance ff

currently watching: wynonna earp s4 (finally!), australian survivor, batwoman + legends of tomorrow (when they are back from hiatus 😢)

currently consuming: iced coffee!

currently craving: a week off work or my thesis to be done

tagging: whoever wants to do it!

#tag games

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performativezippers · 2 years

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2, 3, & 13 for the ff game?

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

I love to read fic. I'd say I sort of ebb and flow in both reading and writing. Sometimes when I'm in the mood for a good fic, I'll go on an adventure to find something new, but sometimes I'll also pull up a mediocre romance novel which is easier to find. That's why I love the Big Bang event, the infusion of new works is always exhilarating. And obviously I've written a lot less fic recently than I used to, because I've been prioritizing my books. But I still love it.

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Oh, definitely. I got into writing fic after reading it for academic reasons, and I was studying Rizzles and two Glee ships, so my early favorites were by some of the best writers in those fandoms, especially colormetheworld and gorshenin. They both managed real, very powerful emotional connections even during intense plots, which really inspired me to try to get to Serious Feelings even in the weird situations I like to put my characters in. In the Sanvers fandom, I find that Roadie's stuff gives me the most to think about, writing-wise.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

LMAO NO OUTLINES EVER. If I outline, I'll never write it. I don't even let myself imagine scenes that I haven't written yet, because I'll think of the perfect phrasing in my head, in the shower or whatever, and when I sit down to write it, it'll always feel disappointing. I have a few signposts I want to hit for everything, a scene or a moment, and otherwise I pants it up.

Fic writer ask game

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jobethdalloway · 1 year

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have you considered posting your old fics on ao3? I love rereading them, you’re a great writer!

hi, anon - that's very sweet of you to ask, and say. I'm glad you're still getting enjoyment out of them, and I thank you for the kind words! Currently I do not have plans to repost my old Rizzles fics on Ao3. They belong in their time, on FF (or my hard drive if FF ever does actually go down)

#anon #a lot of those stories have very special places in my heart

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bananaflavoredlemonade · 4 years

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Recommend me your fav long Rizzles ff

#rizzles #rizzoli and isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles #fanfiction #fanfic #reccomendation

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dramioneasks · 5 years

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Ok, so this is going to probably be SUPER vague, but I'm looking for a fic where Hermione wears a Kermit the Frog Rainbow Connection shirt. That is literally the only real detail that sticks out to me. I believe it was either an 8th year or Head Girl/Head Boy fic. I remember them sharing a dorm for some reason. I would've read it sometime between 2010 and 2012, so it was probably on FF-dot-net or one of the original Dramione fic sites. Thank you!

This:

The Dragon's Bride by Rizzle - M, 61 Chapters - 7th year. Draco & Hermione awaken in a Muggle hotel room, naked, hung-over and tattooed. They also happen to be married. Thus begin a desperate search for a solution to their sticky situation.

- AgnMag

#tumblruser: pixiedustandbluebutterflies #year 7 #hermione: head girl #hogwarts

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