don't feel sorry for yourself. only assholes do that.

holiday love meme!

rumpledlinen — Sat, 07 Dec 2013 21:10:53 GMT

holiday love meme 2013
my thread here

holiday cards!

rumpledlinen — Sat, 23 Nov 2013 18:56:53 GMT

OKAY, SO.

I know I haven't posted anything in over a month. I've been super busy with my big bang, and several other fics, and homework and stuff. And tumblr. Lots of tumblr.

Anyway! If you want me to send you a super festive, super cheerful card for the holidays, you can either leave me a comment on this post or send me an ask on tumblr with your address and stuff. Comments are screened.

Yeah! I want to send nice things and say nice things about everyone, and send out cards! (Also, if you want a card that doesn't mention Christmas at all, let me know! I have cards that just have snowmen on them but I may be like "Merry Christmas!" or something, and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Yeah. Let me know!

fic: and i'm walking in (liam payne/louis tomlinson, nc-17)

rumpledlinen — Mon, 21 Oct 2013 05:12:45 GMT

title: and i'm walking in
summary: liam/louis rimming porn. that's it, that's the fic.
fandom/pairing: one direction, liam payne/louis tomlinson
rating: nc-17
length: ~3300
a/n: can be found at ao3!

and i'm walking in

i'm not dead!

rumpledlinen — Tue, 08 Oct 2013 01:22:30 GMT

sorry i disappeared for forever. i'm still active on tumblr and i have a new twitter, and i promise if you send me a message there i'll go into more detail about everything. but. i'm okay, like i haven't been in a long while.

my second year of university is going really well. i'm writing four... five... six things? i think? and they're all 1d-related.

i have a crush on a boy that isn't interested in women but that's all right, we're good friends.

things are shitty sometimes and okay sometimes.

i'm getting better at being on my own.

the new seasons of parks and rec, how i met your mother, and new girl are so good, you guys. so good.

i'm applying to be a resident advisor at my school, which would be really, really nice.

anyway. how've you all been? :)

also!

rumpledlinen — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 16:51:22 GMT

LET'S MAKE OUT
(or: a comment ficathon about kissing)

eeee this is exciting do thing

yooooooo

rumpledlinen — Thu, 15 Aug 2013 18:10:56 GMT

i'm doing the 1d big bang.
BASICALLY MY PLOT IS

genderswapped one direction, a coming-of-age thing. niall-centric, but niall/zayn, harry/louis, liam/danielle endgame (most likely; maybe niall/harry, liam/louis, zayn/perrie). essentially niall is feeling too big for her skin and she dyes her hair bright pink and realizes she's in love with zayn at the same time; she doesn't want to fuck up some things because fuck, she's still figuring out who she is, and essentially she tries to figure out how to grow up without growing up.

a really cliche thing, probably, but i'm excited and i've already got like 2k so. there's more of a focus on the friendships than the endgame things, you know? anyway i've missed writing 1d fic and if anyone wants to let me talk at them about this feel free to sound off in the comments because i've got a thousand ideas and need to straighten them out.

fic: your cheeks are turning red, liam/zayn

rumpledlinen — Sun, 04 Aug 2013 20:38:26 GMT

title: your cheeks are turning red
fandom: one direction
pairing: liam/zayn
rating/warnings: nc-17, sex and stuff
length: 4405
summary: He looks hot. It’s the only way he can think to describe himself; he looks like an actual girl, which is strange. He runs his fingers through the wig’s hair, pursing his lips again.
The door creaks open, Liam hesitantly peeking around the edges. “What do you think?”
Zayn smiles at him, turning and crossing his arms with his hip cocked out. “You tell me, then.”
Liam’s eyes open wide, and he walks forward to take Zayn’s arm, spinning him around. “I was right,” he says with finality, and drags his eyes up to meet Zayn’s. “You look much better this way.”

here at ao3

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rumpledlinen — Wed, 24 Jul 2013 15:17:39 GMT

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fic: i'm not a hero (harry potter, harry/hermione)

rumpledlinen — Mon, 22 Jul 2013 18:47:38 GMT

title: i'm not a hero
pairing: harry potter/hermione granger
rating/warnings: r, maybe? warning for discussion of war and some angst.
length: ~1500 words.
summary: for this prompt at the war stories ficathon: they keep calling us heroes, i don't see anything heroic here at all. or, the story of harry and hermione in ten parts.
disclaimer: i don't own this!
notes: uh. another harry/hermione fic that came out of nowhere. i swear, i thought this was like a hundred words and am as baffled as you probably aren't by this point.

also, for your eyes, you should probably view this in light format! :)

i.

She takes up knitting again.

Harry knows it without her saying, because she has on a pair of rainbow socks that are just a shade too big for her. They're garish and bright and he knows without her saying a word that the knitting is the only reason she can sleep. (For him, it's reading his first-year textbooks. He has Hogwarts, A History nearly memorized. He can hear first-year Hermione's congratulations as he falls asleep between one word and the next.)

ii.

Cup of tea in her hand, she reaches for him. Her fingers cup his wrist and he's sure she can feel his pulse, beating just this side of too fast. She swallows, thick, and takes a sip of tea without moving her fingers.

"How do we move past this?" she asks, too soft. (Everything is too much.)

He shrugs. "I don't know."

Her eyes shine bright (much too bright, he thinks) and she sucks in a harsh breath through her teeth, setting her mug down. She lets go of his wrist, standing. In her socks she looks small and sad, shoulders slumping. "I thought you had the answers. Chosen One and all that."

He just looks at her; she knows what he's thinking.

She closes her eyes and a tear slips down her cheek. She rubs it away, quick as anything, and looks at him, hands shaking slightly. "The Prophet called you a hero today," she says.

His mouth twists. He doesn't read the papers anymore, anything but the Quibbler. "I don't care," he says.

She smiles at him. It's been ages since he's seen her smile, he recognizes almost idly. "They're calling all of us heroes and the war a tragedy. A terrible tragedy," she quotes without any inflection.

He looks at her and he doesn't say anything, because he can see her thoughts (anything but heroic, I am) reflected in her eyes.

He stands up and wraps his arms around her, and holds her tight. He can feel her heartbeat thudding through his ears. As he stays, she calms down, until it's a soft and steady beat, beat, beat.

"It's okay," he murmurs. (It's not, but he'll say anything to make her happy.)

It breaks the moment, the spell they've put themselves under. She pulls away, shaking her head.

iii.

He and Ginny end without much fanfare.

He's been expecting it for a while, her to leave him. He doesn't blame her for it at all.

Tears slip down her cheeks and he feels love and regret course through him, but they're past emotions; he feels because he remembers what it was like, not because he loves her still.

"I'm sorry," he tells her, and means it.

She leaves, and then there is nothing but the slight scent of jasmine to remember her by.

He sits, and wonders when it was that he became so numb.

iv.

Hermione calls him.

He has a phone because he's always had one; it makes him feel better even though he has no ties to the Muggle world anymore, even though hardly anyone uses it.

Her voice is light and tinny, and sort of breathless. "Hi, Harry."

He frowns and leans against his counter (stained with coffee and covered in crumbs; he should really clean but can't bring himself to even cast a spell). "'lo, Hermione."

She's silent for a long moment. "Are you all right?" she asks, then.

He looks around the kitchen, eyes taking in the sights--the dirty laundry everywhere, the stains, the dishes he hasn't done. Of course I am, he thinks. He's never been able to lie to her, though, and so "No, I don't think so," he says.

"I'm coming over," she tells him. He wants to protest, but then she's hung up. He runs a hand through his hair.

v.

It's started raining by the time she gets to his flat. Her hair is plastered to her forehead, her clothes soaked through.

He frowns. "Why didn't you Apparate?" he asks as he lets her inside.

She shrugs off her coat and sets it on the chair. "I don't know," she says in a far-away voice.

Harry understands. It's the same reason he hasn't used magic since.

She pulls him into a hug then. His shirt gets wet but he doesn't care, pressing his face into the top of her head. She smells like rain and clean, like Hermione, and he loves her so much his heart feels full.

"I'm sorry," she whispers against his chest. He doesn't understand, and then he does.

His arms tighten around her. They sway together, holding one another up.

vi.

She falls asleep on his couch. She's wrapped in a blanket he bought only recently, one that held no significance before now.

Her breaths come out slow and even. Her face is relaxed.

He doesn't stare at her for long; not without her permission.

He makes himself some tea and thinks, and he wants to ask what happened to you and Ron and won't he mind you're here and wants to say I love you but he doesn't know if it's true.

(He's a killer. He's seen death, stared it in the face. He's come back from the dead, from Hell. Can he love, after that?)

She leaves early in the morning and writes him a note in her small, neat writing.

Thank you is all it says.

He puts it in his wallet, for no reason other than that he wants to.

(interlude)

Ron comes to him the day after Hermione leaves.

He twists his fingers together. His hair seems duller, even. Harry notices without wanting to comment. There was a time he would have done anything for Ron--and now, now he doesn't know how to talk to him.

"It's like, I can't sleep because I see it when I do," Ron's saying, "and everyone told me I did such a great thing but did I? Because all I can remember are the bad things. I'm not a hero," he whispers.

Harry closes his eyes and shakes his head. Ron understands, he thinks with more relief than he's ever felt before. "I don't know," he says. It doesn't make sense as an answer but Ron nods, leaning his head in his hands.

"And Hermione," he whispers.

Harry looks at him, heart beating that bit faster. "What about her?"

"We shouldn't be together," Ron says, and "but I can't hurt her, can I?"

Harry breathes, slow and steady. "I think..." he says, measuring his words carefully, "that you should put your happiness first because--maybe it's not just you?"

Ron nods, slow, and stands up. "I--thank you," he says.

Everything is off and wrong now, between all three of them. Harry hates it, twists his mouth to the side and tries to keep inexplicable tears in.

vii.

Hermione calls him again, a week later.

"Ron's gone," she says, flat. "He says you talked to him?"

Harry frowns. "It wasn't my idea, if that's what you're asking."

She breathes out, soft. He can almost see her, eyes staring at the ceiling, arms crossed over her chest. She places the phone between her ear and her shoulder, he's sure of it. "I wasn't," she says. "I--why did you tell him to?"

"I didn't want him to stay to spare your feelings," Harry says. "I'm sorry."

She hangs up on him.

viii.

It takes some more time, time that Harry doesn't measure. She shows up at his door though, and this time the sun is shining. (Rare for England, Harry thinks nonsensically.)

"Can I come in?" she asks.

As though he would deny her anything. He nods, opening the door wider and gesturing.

She picks at her cuticles, pacing back and forth in Harry's small kitchen. "I need to know why," she says.

Harry frowns. "Why what?"

"Why you would tell him to leave me," Hermione says and then spits out--"Is it because you think I'm broken? Too bad for him? Because if so--"

Harry shakes his head, cuts her off with his arms around her. "No," he whispers.

He doesn't say anything else, but Hermione pulls away the barest inch and her eyes are wide and her mouth parts, slightly. "Oh," she whispers back at him and kisses him, just like that.

ix.

"I love you," Harry says while Hermione knits.

She looks at him and her face is pink. She nods. "I love you, too," she tells him as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

That out of the way, Harry nods and goes back to The Standard Book of Spells.

x.

It takes time, but Harry wakes up one morning and Hermione's knitting and her hands don't shake, and in the kitchen the dishes are washing themselves.

Hermione smiles at him, face bright and open, and she says "Good morning," as though nothing has changed.

Harry drops a kiss onto the top of her head and lets the beauty of the day (good morning indeed) fall over him.

fic: somebody waits for you (one direction, liam/louis)

rumpledlinen — Wed, 17 Jul 2013 22:28:26 GMT

title: somebody waits for you
pairing: liam/louis, harry/eleanor, niall/zayn.
rating/warnings: pg-13; crack, fluff, etc.
words: 1300.
summary: The boys and Eleanor rent a ski lodge to get away from the craziness of the fans. Shenanigans ensue.
disclaimer: title from holly jolly christmas, by various artists. one direction does not belong to me, and none of this is real.
notes: um. this was written forever and a day ago and i never posted it. i'm aware it's mid-july, but it's so hot here i thought, we need some christmas fic! (that's a lie. i just really wanted to post this.) so! have a li/lou... thing. i'm so sorry. *hits head against wall*

also available at ao3!

“Liam!” comes the shout.

Liam whips his head around, and he’s tackled backwards into the snow. “What - Louis, I swear to god -” he gets out, shaking his head, but he can’t keep the laugh out of his voice, can’t help the warm feeling he gets inside from seeing the grin on Lou’s face.

“I just wanted to say hello to my very best friend,” Louis says, and he’s grinning, shaking snow out of his hair.

“Hey!” comes Harry’s shout, from the car they’re trying to pack all of Liam’s things into.

“Oh, sod off, you’re still my favorite, Hazza,” Louis shouts back, and then leans in close to Liam, whispers no, he’s not, you’re my favorite favorite.

Liam tries to get the smile off of his face, but he doesn’t quite succeed.

*

“Niall, if you don’t shut your mouth, I am going to smack you,” Zayn tells him, three hours into the trip.

Liam groans. “Zayn, please -”

“You can shut it, too, Mr. Bossypants.”

“Did you just call me -”

“Shut up,” and Zayn turns around, stares out the window.

(Zayn’s never been good in long car rides. He gets antsy, on edge, and tells everyone off at least once because he can't smoke his fucking cigarettes.

“Louis, you’re obnoxious and disliked. Please refrain from speaking,” he says, and they’re not entirely sure he’s kidding.)

*

They finally arrive, though, and Louis is the first to get out of the car, dragging Liam after him by the hand. (Their fingers are laced together. Liam tries not to let it tear him up inside. He fails a bit, but he’s always been a decent actor.

Or, at least, he thought he was. The way Harry’s looking at him, though, slow and calculating, suggests that actor was never really one of Liam’s career paths.)

“Come on, then, Liam my boy,” Louis says, all smiles. It’s Harry to get out next, dragging Eleanor with him (she’s giggling and Liam wonders what happened while he was having a fit over the way Louis smells). Zayn and Niall are last, sharing a long look, and then Niall shakes his head, kisses Zayn on the forehead, and all seems to be forgiven.

That’s how they are, these boys. Liam grins, and follows Louis inside.

*

They have a peculiar set-up at the lodge; three rooms, all adjacent, but all clearly separate. Louis and Liam are in one together (and Liam’s surprised at that; he’d half-expected Louis to want to bunk with Eleanor. They may have broken up, but they’re still close and - well, they’re used to sharing a bed), Harry and Eleanor, and Zayn and Niall.

“It wasn’t planned that way,” Louis says, and shrugs when Harry asks him - in a tone that suggests he might want more, that he might want something with Eleanor.

Later, though -

“I planned it, yes,” Louis says, sitting down on his bed. He stretches out his neck, groaning. “Li, would you be a dear?”

“Are you asking me for a neck rub?”

Louis gives him the puppy-dog eyes, and Liam is helpless to resist. He kneads the muscles in Louis’ neck, digging his thumbs in; if he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right. “So what d’you mean, you planned it?”

“Oh, El’s fancied Harry for ages. While we were dating, even, maybe - I’ve never asked. Never really wanted to know. And Haz - well, you saw the way he looks at her.”

“So you’re just going to throw them together, and hope they make it out?”

Louis shrugs, and gives a soft moan when Liam does something with his hands. “Well, isn’t that a good way to get people together? Especially when they’re being idiots, I mean - and El and Haz are certainly being that.”

“How?”

“They refuse to accept that either fancies them. And this is weird - Haz never gets nervous, but when he’s around El he just - falls apart, you know?”

Liam nods, even though he really doesn’t. And what about us? he wants to ask, why are we together? but he’s afraid of either answer.

*

It’s strange, falling asleep with Louis.

He’s done it before, of course; he’s fallen asleep with all of the boys at some point, but this feels different, planned - this is Louis climbing into the only bed in the room, wide-eyed, and this is the whispered good night and a kiss on the forehead.

It’s Louis’ soft breathing next to Liam’s neck, and it’s - well, it’s wonderful.

Fuck, he thinks.

*

They go skiing, the next day.

Zayn and Niall are relatively quiet, and share smiles when they think no one’s looking. Liam walks in on them kissing behind a tree, and he about pisses himself with excitement.

“You’re - that’s fantastic!” he says, because if Louis’ crazy plan worked for them who’s to say it won’t get Louis to fall in love with Liam? (He ignores the more rational part of his mind, whispering because Lou doesn't fancy you, idiot.)

Niall laughs, a bright, clear sound, and wraps his arms around Zayn. “It is, isn’t it?” he asks, and he’s quite literally all smiles.

Liam gives them both a hug and nods, turning his head to look at Louis. “Yeah.”

*

Harry and Eleanor are next.

Louis is the one to notice it - Liam’s focusing too much on not being too touchy with him, because he feels like he’s been way too obvious lately. (It’s not his fault, though; it’s entirely Lou’s, with his eyes and his hands and the way he smiles at Liam like he’s the only one in the world. It’s Lou, because Liam’s head over heels and Louis just doesn’t see it.)

Louis nudges him, and Liam’s breath catches in his throat because Lou is lovely, all eyelashes and soft hair - but he’s not saying anything, he’s nodding toward the hand Harry has on Eleanor’s knee, the soft smile he’s giving her.

“‘Tis the season, isn’t it?” Louis asks, and laughs a bit. “Looks like my plan’s worked.”

Liam holds his breath. “Every one of them?”

Louis bites his lip. “I suppose not. Not yet, at least.”

Liam swallows, and he’s about to lean in for the kiss, rest of the boys be damned, but Louis grabs his hand, pulling him outside.

“What -” Liam starts, but then he’s being kissed, and there’s really nothing else that can be said to that, is there?

“Now, you fancy me, yes?”

Liam rolls his eyes. “Of course I do.”

“Then Merry Christmas, Mr. Payne,” and he leans in for another kiss.

There are things Liam would like to say - several things, really - but instead he lets himself sink into the kiss, smile against Lou’s lips, and feel the magic of the Christmas season.

GUYS GO FORTH AND PROMPT.

rumpledlinen — Tue, 25 Jun 2013 17:01:45 GMT

NO SHAME!

come have a blast!

fic: to know madness; hannibal (tv); hannibal lecter/abigail hobbs/will graham

rumpledlinen — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 21:46:12 GMT

title: to know wisdom; chapter one
fandom/pairing: hannibal (TV), abigail hobbs/hannibal lecter (this chapter), hannibal/will/abigail (later)\
rating/warnings: nc-17; bloodplay, choking/breathplay, manipulation, cannibalism (forced and willing), violence, etc.
length: 3,592
summary: “Would you kill me?” Hannibal asks, mild. “Could you?”

She lifts her chin even though he can’t see her, laces her fingers together on the table. “If I had to.”

He turns to look at her, almost surprise in his face. “Are you sure about that?”

She nods, quick; she is, she could, she can see it now –

He smiles; it looks almost feral. “Good.”

@AO3

meant to be » A GENDERSWAP FICATHON

rumpledlinen — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 00:36:26 GMT

HELLO AND WELCOME

(terrible banner by me, don't judge me and my lack of photoshop skills please..)

so a while back i was like "man i love genderswap" but there is none in any of my fandoms (okay, hardly any) and i decided i wanted this -- and then promptly didn't do it because i got busy. BUT. here y'all go!

THE RULES

prompt as much as you want.

include fandom & pairing when you request.

every prompt should in some way have genderswap -- whether it be always or suddenly, SOMEONE MUST CHANGE.

that's it, them's the rules. (oh, and have fun!)

um. go! please. if you don't prompt things, this entry will be very lonely.

fic: what you've always wanted (harry/hermione; pg-13)

rumpledlinen — Tue, 04 Jun 2013 17:31:40 GMT

title: what you've always wanted
length: ~1400 words (lol what is commentfic)
pairing: harry potter/hermione granger
rating/warnings: pg-13; warnings for angst and a cheesy ending.
summary: for fluffyfrolicker, who requested: harry/hermione; isn't this what you've always wanted.
a/n: um. this was way longer than i meant it to be? i am incredibly self-indulgent and i think i may actually be starting to ship these two, lord help me. (i was talking to blondsehun about them and then i talked about how i think harry/hermione is a softer sort of love than ron/hermione and i had all of these feelings i didn't know what to do with.)

@AO3

When she marries Ron, she wears white because her mother asks her to. (She looks at herself in the mirror and grits her teeth. I’m not pure, she thinks but doesn’t say; she’d rather wear something darker. She’s not been pure since the war began.)

Ron looks at her like she’s beautiful and she has to swallow back a sob. This isn’t right comes up in her throat and she almost leaves the ceremony.

She doesn’t. She doesn’t leave because this is Ron and Hermione and that’s what it’s always been leading to, isn’t it? The two of them bound together, forever.

He slides the ring on her finger, smile wide, and her heart breaks.

*

It isn’t that she doesn’t respect him, as some might believe. She respects him and she loves him but she’s never – never been with anyone else, really, never explored anything else because she’s always been focused on him.

She wants to be twenty and young and have fun and she can’t, not if she’s married, not if Ron’s going to get jealous every time she makes a new friend.

She resigns herself, though, to a life of going out when Ron’s away on Auror meetings. No marriage is perfect, she reminds herself.

*

(It goes like this, for them.

They love each other as much as they hate each other; they push and pull and snarl but sometimes, things are okay, really.

Hermione has always, always loved him but she’s always, always been afraid of him, too. Not afraid in the traditional sense; he’d never hurt her. She knows that. She’s afraid of – of spending the rest of her life with him, never knowing what it is to be alone, be with herself.

Her hands shake when she thinks like that, though, so she tries not to, tells herself it’ll all be okay and you love him.

She does, she does.

If, when they’re together, she thinks of green eyes and dark hair – well. No marriage is perfect. It’s like a mantra.)

*

Harry comes over, some days. He’s an Auror and so is Ron, but they don’t work at the same times; Ron’s always trying to get this changed. (Hermione isn’t supposed to know, but it’s Harry that requests the different days. She pretends her heart doesn’t race when she thinks about it, and she’s lying every time.)

He comes over and Hermione makes them tea and they sit and talk. Once, Hermione reaches out and grabs Harry’s wrist, warm against her fingertips, and Harry looks at her and –

Well. She doesn’t do that anymore.

Hermione sips her tea and wishes, and wants, and almost says a thousand things, doesn’t say a word.

*

One day, Harry comes over and –

“I’m glad you married Ron,” he says, hair dripping. (It’s raining outside and he hasn’t cast any spells to dry off, avoid the rain. This feels significant, somehow.)

Hermione swallows, feeling her heart break, but keeps her head up. “Why?”

Harry opens his mouth and shuts it, considering. “Because you two – it’s always been you two, hasn’t it?”

Hermione shrugs, looking down. “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true.” He stands up, leaving his mug on the table. There’s tea pooled at the bottom of it and she stares, resolute. “Goodbye, Hermione.” It feels like an end.

There are two ways this can go – she can say goodbye or stay. Her mouth stays shut until Harry’s at the door.

“You don’t think it could ever have been us?” Her voice stutters on the last word.

Harry turns around, slow. “What?”

She doesn’t say anything, keeps her chin up.

“Hermione,” he whispers, “you can’t just –”

“Are you happy I married him?”

“I told you, I am.”

“Are you really?” She’s desperate for him to say something; no or even maybe, anything to give her a bit of hope.

His face closes down. “Yes,” and he leaves.

She closes her eyes.

*

(Ron figures out something’s wrong; he asks her and she says “I think we need to divorce,” slow.

He stares at her for a long, excruciating moment. She can’t meet his eyes, instead stares at his hairline. “I love you,” he whispers.

“And I love you, but I can’t –”

“Shh,” and it ends up him comforting her. The one time, Hermione thinks, and feels bad for thinking it.)

*

She moves out. She moves into a small flat on her own and gets a job at a bookshop, writing by night and working by day. She smiles more and lets her hair grow out, feeling calm, relaxed.

She thinks about Harry only a few times a week. Progress, she tells herself; it’s only because he’s on the cover of the Prophet all the time that he’s on her mind at all.

*

He comes in.

She only knows because the shop goes strangely quiet, and she turns around. Harry’s still somewhat of a celebrity; she and Ron have faded into relative obscurity but he’s the face of the war, of the winning team.

Her eyes widen and the book in her hand feels so heavy. He walks to her, and leans down to whisper into her ear – “Can we talk?”

She nods, and follows him outside, arms crossed.

She shakes her head. “What the fuck?”

“What?”

“You haven’t spoken to me in months! Where have you been?” She punctuates this with a soft push at his shoulder, and crosses her arms again, pursing her lips.

Harry grins, cheeky. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “You’re not getting out of this that easily. Why?”

“I needed to think.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yes. I just – Hermione.”

She closes her eyes so she doesn’t say something stupid, something like I love you, you know or why didn’t you want me then?.

“Hermione,” he whispers, and she’s reminded of those days in the tent; when it was just them, the rain softly pattering around them, Harry’s face close, so close, to hers.

“Yeah?” and her eyes are on the building behind him because she can’t look at him, can’t see anything in his eyes without making a fool of herself again. She’s going to make him move first; it’s his turn.

(It was her, in the tent, she who went to him, dressed in an old shirt and boxer shorts bought when she was young. She’s always preferred comfort over style and she’d looked at him, eyes wide, and whispered “I want to –” but trailed off, biting her lip.

Harry had gotten it; he’d understood (not like Ron, she thinks with the barest trace of bitterness – even after she’d kissed him he’d not understood how she felt, never been able to read her like Harry -) and he’d reached out, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

They didn’t have sex. They’d gotten close and goodness knew Hermione wanted to but she couldn’t, not without knowing how Harry felt, for sure.)

Now, she stares at the building and her eyes well up and she tries to ignore it, push it down.

“I’m in love with you,” Harry whispers, a broken, choked-off sound, and she looks at him fast, so fast.

He’s falling apart, she can see that; his hands are shaking and his mouth is agape and his glasses are askew and she’s never wanted him more.

She takes onetwothree steps and kisses him, hard, hands wrapping around his waist.

He makes this pleased little noise into her mouth, and his hands rest against her wrists. It should be awkward, the two of them, but it isn’t. It’s just them, HarryandHermione, as it’s always been, as it always should be.

“I love you,” Harry whispers.

Hermione closes her eyes, smiling, wide. “I love you too,” and it comes out fast, the words rolling off of one another because she can’t keep them in.

It starts to rain, around them, and they look up in unison. Hermione starts to laugh, feeling the drops on her face, her hair, her hands (still touching Harry’s waist).

Harry laughs too, bright, and wraps her in his arms, kissing her forehead.

man, she's got - she's got everything!

rumpledlinen — Mon, 03 Jun 2013 06:51:50 GMT

borrowed from fluffyfrolicker! (posted on my tumblr but no one requested anything. :( )

What: ~~Tumblr~~ Fic War

Who: Anyone who ~~reblogs this~~ reposts this.

When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!

Why: FEELINGS

What: Everyone who ~~reblogs~~ reposts is opening their ~~ask box~~ comments up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!

fic: we're all laughing with (hannibal/will; nc-17, genderswap)

rumpledlinen — Fri, 03 May 2013 04:22:57 GMT

title: we're all laughing with
rating: nc-17
fandom/pairing: hannibal (tv), hannibal/will
length: 1164
summary: "Willa Graham," you say. She's a pretty young thing - dark hair to her shoulders, hazel eyes behind thick glasses. You tilt your head to the side, cocking one side of your mouth upwards. "How do you do."

"Yeah," Jack says, and he gestures toward you. "Dr. Lecter is going to be the consultant on this case."

You hold out your hand. Willa doesn't take it; she just stares at you, unblinking. (She doesn't look you in the eyes, though; just below, at your nose. Your smile flickers.)

a/n:So this is a genderswapped Hannibal fic, told in second person. If anyone still wants to read this, here it is. :) Warnings for everything in the show, basically. Glorification of murder, talk of cannibalism, accidental cannibalism. Title from Laughing With, by Regina Spektor. I don't own the Hannibal characters.

ao3

a comprehensive list of things i will never ever complete:

rumpledlinen — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 22:24:08 GMT

putting all of my fic on here (do you guys think i should transfer over all my comment fic? because i have a lot of it and some of it i'm pretty proud of, but i don't know.)

actually finishing all of my fic.

this stupid erica/marilyn story that's eating my life and apparently i never finished idk man idk.

actual RL things that, y'know, are important.

and yet i still want to host a ficathon.

hmm.

rumpledlinen — Sun, 21 Apr 2013 03:01:33 GMT

i really want to do a genderswap ficathon - would there be any interest in that?

we are like young volcanoes.

rumpledlinen — Sat, 20 Apr 2013 23:22:47 GMT

I AM GOING TO THE FALL OUT BOY/PANIC AT THE DISCO CONCERT. I AM GOING. DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM CAPSLOCK CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT FRIENDS.

At some point this weekend I am going to post my Erica/Marilyn story. I promise. But right now I don't feel well and just want to read fic, not edit my own.

I'm doing a presentation on Homosexuality on Television (and in the media as a whole, but focusing on TV) on Monday and it's really fascinating, learning statistics about the amount of gay characters on TV and how much they talk about sex, juxtaposed with how much straight characters do. *shrug*

NO SERIOUSLY FOLKS PANIC! AND FOB I AM NEVER SHUTTING UP ABOUT THIS *internal screaming*

I need an excited icon, wow.

Who are your guys' favorite icon-makers? I am in the mood for some new ones.

Is this half-series of Doctor Who worth watching? I've heard mixed reviews but if one of you can convince me to watch it, I definitely will. I just hate the idea of Clara as the impossible girl; we've heard it all before. But is she a good character?

Oh - talking of Fall Out Boy, can we talk about how freaking awesome the new album is?! Like, I've always been a fan but HOLY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Way to be, Fall Out Boy.

Using proper capitalization is strange now. Whoops. This feels so official 'n stuff.

fic: it takes an ocean not to break (molly hooper/greg lestrade; molly hooper/sally donovan)

rumpledlinen — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 21:45:48 GMT

title: it takes an ocean not to break
fandom: bbc sherlock
pairing: molly/greg, molly/sally (background/minor sally/irene, sally/anderson, and john/sherlock)
rating: nc-17
warnings: explicit sex; cursing; excessive fluff
word count: 15420
summary:
In which Molly Hooper, abroad for a year at University in America, fights and dates and learns and somehow, falls in love.

(or, a pseudo-arranged marriage AU.)
author's notes: thank you so much to my lovely beta katherine; beautiful art can be found here. :)

@AO3

fic round-up: three tsn fics; mark/eduardo

rumpledlinen — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 00:23:28 GMT

all posted on AO3; all written a long, long time ago. please do let me know what you think. :) also, this has made me miss tsn fandom. sigh. the fic was so good, guys. (not mine, i mean, i'm just remembering certain fics that i read while writing these.) so. fucking. good.

Title: how many times
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Eduardo
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Warnings for sex, I suppose?
Word Count: 4110
Disclaimer: This fanwork is based on fictional representations of the characters in The Social Network; I make no claims of ownership of the characters or concepts.
Summary: (217): How many times do you have to sleep with a guy before you get him to kiss you?
Notes: for propercasings; for the tsn_springfest, literally forever ago. ugh. finally cross-posting it here.

The first time is in a bathroom.

Title: ignite your bones
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Eduardo
Rating/Warnings: pg-13 at worst, because of a shooting/injuries (not graphically described).
Word Count: 4,186.
Disclaimer: This fanwork is based on fictional representations of the characters in The Social Network; I make no claims of ownership of the characters or concepts.
Summary: They're not anything close to friends - but Mark's shot and Eduardo's worried and he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel, anymore.
Notes: title is from the song "fix you" by coldplay because i am unoriginal and this song was playing over and over in my head as i wrote it. for the tsn springfest; for rei17.

Mark and Eduardo aren't anything remotely close to friends.

Title: just forget the world
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Eduardo
Rating/Warnings: nc-17; possibly gets incest-y because they grew up as siblings.
Word Count: 4,072
Disclaimer: This fanwork is based on fictional representations of the characters in The Social Network; I make no claims of ownership of the characters or concepts.
Summary (or prompt scenario): Mr and Mrs Saverin took Mark in as a child and Eduardo has always, always been in love with Mark (and Mark has always, always been in love right back).
Notes: title is from the song chasing cars, by snow patrol. for the tsn springfest, for dreamerforever.

Mark moves in when he’s six years old.

hello!

rumpledlinen — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 06:41:30 GMT

would you guys to me a favor and send me your favorite post-war harry potter fics?

(i'm thinking, like, anything featuring the trio or neville/luna/ginny/etc.)

i never ever read hp fic anymore and i miss it.

also, if you find me any harry/ron/hermione angst-with-happiness i will love you forever.

also sirius/lily. send me all of the sirius/lily. pls and thanks.

AHH.

rumpledlinen — Sun, 03 Mar 2013 02:59:49 GMT

so my rough draft of the harlequin big bang is due on march 8th and i am... 2.5K in. shit shit shit shit shit.

i just need to write a lot over the next few days. thankfully, it's spring break.

rumpledlinen — Thu, 21 Feb 2013 07:25:49 GMT

stolen from gamma_x_orionis :)

Choose 5 OTPs without looking at the questions first.

1. Ron/Hermione
2. Leslie/Ben
3. Lee/Kara
4. Barney/Robin
5. Lily/Marshall

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 5?

Yep. Episode one of How I Met Your Mother, when he proposes and they have sex on the kitchen floor and she goes "Hey, there's a Pop-Tart under your fridge!" and he just goes "Dibs". Because that's the perfect relationship, I think.

2. Have you ever read a fan fiction about 2?

Yes, but not anything long.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr ID?

Mmm, don't think so? SEND ME TO ICONS OF BARNEY AND ROBIN AHH PLS.

4. If 3 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

That's a laugh, they were never together. (BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS BABIES)

5. Why is 1 so important?

Because they're actually fucking perfect for each other and fuck anyone who says otherwise.

6. Is 4 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Yes. (I mean, they're on a comedy show, and they're funny, but their situations are really serious? So both.)

7. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Um. All of them??? I really like the ships that banter a lot before they hook up, so. That's all of those ships. Um. If I had to choose, I'd say Lee and Kara because I recently finished BSG and yes. That's my reasoning.

8. Of all the ships, which ship has the strongest bond?

Lily and Marshall.

9. How many times have you read/watched 2’s fandom?

Just the once. Sadly.

10. Which ship lasted the longest?

I'm going to go with Lily and Marshall, ignoring that one summer of breaking up.

11. How many times, if ever, has 5 broken up?

Hahahah. Once.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 1 or 3?

Lee and Kara, hands down. Kara would be like "GUNS 'N SHIT" and Lee would quietly sigh and follow her but also be a badass and they would make it out (I mean, they survived cylon attacks, they can survive anything).

13. Did 4 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Yes, actually! Because Lily was all YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT and they were like THIS ISN'T SERIOUS!!!! so.

14. Is 5 still together?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

15. Is 1 canon?

YES. No matter what Harmonians say.

16. If all five ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Lee and Kara. They'd just generally be awesome badasses together.

17. Has anyone ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

No? Not that I know of.

18. Which ship(s) would you defend to the death and beyond?

Ron and Hermione. I'm very sensitive about it.

19. Have you ever spent hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I don't know what their ship name is, so no.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the five ships to break up forever, which ship would you sink?

Lee and Kara because they're not fucking together anyway. *throws everything*

everything else is secondary; nc-17 (harry/hermione)

rumpledlinen — Fri, 08 Feb 2013 19:59:34 GMT

title: everything else is secondary
pairing: harry potter/hermione granger.
rating/warnings: nc-17; explicit oral sex, adultery
word count: 1,575
summary you're the only home i know
notes: for this prompt at the porn-a-thon. i hope i'm not stepping on anybody's toes by writing this as well, but i haven't written h/h in ages and this prompt made me see stars, so. um. this starts out somewhat angsty but it ends happily, i promise. /spoilers

(The first time, they're both so desperate they can barely see straight.)

Hermione's crying, silent tears that make her shoulders shake because Ron - she can't do this without him, without his laughs at the most inappropriate of times, his ability to make anything fun (or, at least, more fun than it is without him). The tent feels too big without him there. It's just Harry and her, now.

She sees Harry's body stand up, walk toward her. She can't see much but the outline of his shadow at this point; her night vision's always been shit.

"Hermione," he whispers, almost nothing more than a breath, and he sits down at her feet, looking at her, something tender in his voice.

She bites her lips and tries to stop the tears because this is Harry. She needs to be strong for him. He's lost so much, much more than she has, and she knows it - but seeing him look at her, like he cares, makes her feel smaller than she ever has before.

"Hermione," he whispers again, and hugs her.

It's a simple gesture, one of friendship, of comfort, but Hermione can't hold back what she does next - she kisses him, hard, teeth clicking together.

He lets out a small gasp and he's kissing her back, pushing her against the ground, mouthing at her neck.

She gasps, and her hands reach up to the top of his back, nails digging in underneath his shirt. "Harry, Harry," she breathes (moans), and in that moment she forgets all about anything else but this.

"Hermione," he breathes. It feels too long, her name, when they're doing this; she wants everything to be quick and wonderful, not long and drawn-out.

His hips find hers and they're rutting against each other as he bites her neck, sucking a mark there, and she moans, holds him tight against her.

When it's over, they just breathe. In the quiet of the tent, they calm down.

He gets up without a word and goes back to his own corner, panting a bit.

Hermione bites her lip; she wants to say something, reassure him it's not all about Ron but she doesn't even know if that would be true, herself.

And so she settles for lying her head down, and going to sleep.

*

After that, it doesn't happen for a long time. Hermione gets with Ron and Harry with Ginny; neither of them mention the incident to their partners because that's war. It makes you do crazy things you wouldn't do otherwise.

(Hermione insists she never would have done it if she wouldn't have been pushed to her breaking point. She insists because it's better than the alternative, better than having feelings for Harry when she's with Ron, has always wanted to be with Ron.)

They don't talk about it until they do. Three years after the War ends, when they're all back at the Burrow for Christmas (Hermione hates it, the way they're all shoved back here like they're some big family. She wants to spend Christmas with her parents for once, but Ron insists - they're Muggles, they don't know the traditions - can't you give me this? because as hard as he tries to understand he can't). Hermione's sitting on the couch, working on wrapping a present for George and Angelina's kid.

Harry comes down the stairs, a strange little half-smile on his face. "How're you doing?"

She puts a smile on her face, shrugging. "All right. And you?"

He breathes out. "Ginny wants me to marry her."

Hermione's eyes widen. "Um -"

"And I can't until I know something."

She turns to properly face him, taking his hand in her own. "What's that?"

"That time in the tent." He breathes out. "Was that anything?" His voice is raw, broken. "Don't lie to protect my feelings - I just need to know."

She licks over her bottom lip. "Uh - I - it was. For me."

"And then -" his voice is rough and low - "could - we - could it happen again?"

Hermione doesn't say anything, she just nods, slow.

He lets out a short little gasp and then he's kissing her, pushing her back against the couch, the wrapping paper crinkling under the two of them.

"Harry -" she gasps, hot in his ear, and then - "we can't, not here -"

He pulls off, looking at her, scared. "We can't?"

"Ron - Ginny -" and closes her eyes. "I can't do this to them."

Harry nods, and without a word gets up. "And if they weren't here?"

Hermione smiles, trying to alleviate the tension. "I think you know that I want you."

Harry's breath cuts out like a knife, and he nods. "You - yeah. I want you too."

Hermione nods, and stands up. She kisses him one last time, hand wrapping around his waist. "Soon," she whispers in his ear.

"Soon."

*

(It's not that she doesn't love Ron. She does. She's always loved him.

She just loves Harry in a different way. He's always been there with her, always been there to love her and appreciate her. Ron has, too, but - it's hard to explain, even to herself.

She loves them both, but Harry wins. He was always going to win, in the end.)

*

It takes a long time. Harry loves Ginny and Hermione loves Ron, and the relationships ending hurts both of them. Hermione wants to turn to him, but she knows that would be a bad idea; she doesn't want to fuck this up by starting it too soon.

(Even if she suspects that they've been working towards this since the beginning, that something's been building since the moment they met.)

*

Hermione has her own flat in London, has a suitably Muggle job - she works at a bookshop, and there's no chance of anyone finding her that she doesn't want to know. She spends all of her days with books and nice, quiet people.

Until Harry shows up.

He looks good - his hair is shorter, now, his glasses a different make, square instead of round. He smiles at her, almost nervous.

She sucks in a breath, turns to her manager, and asks, "Is it all right if I take my break now?"

He waves a hand at her; he doesn't really give a shit what any of them do, so long as nothing gets broken and they're relatively polite to the customers.

She nods at Harry to follow her to the back room. She looks at him, a bit frightened. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Took me all the time to track you down." Harry looks at her, considering. "Why'd you run away?"

"I didn't know how to get to you without making you feel like all that I wanted was sex."

"And what do you want, then?"

"You. I want to be - with you, not just with you." She looks down at her hands, rubs them together. "I'm sorry."

"Why would you be sorry?"

"I fucked everything up - I got you and Ginny to split and then ran away." She pauses. "Why aren't you angrier with me?"

"Oh, Hermione," he whispers, and he smiles.

"Come to my flat tonight?" she whispers, suddenly nervous for some reason. "I mean - if you want to."

His smile widens, and he kisses her, soft, delicate. "I'll just wait for you to finish, yeah? I'll find a good book, sit myself down to read."

She nods, biting her lip. "Yeah."

*

"I could get you some food, if you're hungry," Hermione says when they get to her flat, looking around. "I don't have much - I've not been eating much lately, but -"

"I'm fine," Harry whispers, and he kisses her, hard, pushing her against the wall.

"Much preferable, yeah," Hermione gets out, and she moans, loud, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Your bed?"

"No time," she manages, pulling him to the couch, and lies down, pulling at Harry's shirt. "Clothes off now, please."

"So demanding."

"At least I'm polite about it."

And when they're both naked, Harry sits back on his knees, just looking at her.

"What?" she asks, feeling self-conscious.

Harry doesn't say anything, just kisses down her body until he's between her legs. He winks, and then he licks up her slit, slow and dirty.

Hermione moans, hands finding Harry's hair again, and her fingers tighten around the strands. "Oh," she whimpers. (It's been too long since anyone's touched her like this.)

He licks at her, sliding a finger inside her as he sucks her clit.

She moans, louder and louder, and when he gets another finger inside her, finds that spot that makes her feel almost dizzy, she looks at him. The sight before her makes her whimper; Harry, licking at her, looking up at her with the dirtiest grin on his face.

"You're wonderful," she whispers.

Harry shakes his head, grinning. "If you can still talk, I'm doing something wrong," and he goes at it again, sucking at her and licking her and pumping his fingers.

When she comes, it's with an almost surprised shout, hands tightening, waves of pleasure crashing over her until she's trembling, oversensitive.

Harry just grins at her from between her legs, raising an eyebrow. "Good?"

"You bastard," she half-growls, and laughs, pulling him up to kiss her. "Very good."