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Do tell me what you got COOKING

Surprisingly (and maybe disappointingly) it has nothing to do with eyes being eaten lol

It's another detective story, in which officer Granger has to investigate a series of seemingly unrelated killings that all happened to be predicted by a local fortune-teller named Sybill Trelawney.

She placed both palms around her cup, already lukewarm and unappealing from the wait. Well, she wasn’t there for the taste of it anyway—she had just needed a break. A break from dead ends, a break from never-ending circles, a break from her failures. Even though going to the shop felt as much a part of her routine as any of her other daily tasks, at least it was an excuse to step away from her desk.

The liquid was as good as cold by the time she poured it down her throat, grimacing at the foul flavor.

“Miss?”

She turned her head at the call, face still contorted as she attempted to rinse the bitterness away from her tongue.

It was a man—a very tall man—made of sharp features and an inviting smile. “I was wondering if it would be okay for me to sit with you.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded. She was not particularly fond of interruptions, nor was she inclined to interact with strangers without a pressing ulterior motive.

He must have sensed the dismissal coming his way, because he chuckled awkwardly and started to make his case. “All of the other booths are taken and I find the stools on the counter obnoxiously uncomfortable. It’s just until I’m done with my drink.”

Her teeth were bared and the “no!” was clawing its way out of her throat, but something in his eyes made her stop and reconsider. It was something unexplainable, perhaps a glint of familiarity, rising to the surface of bottomless dark brown pools which were paved on its edges by long thick lashes.

Mistaken Identity by SingingInTheRaiin Harry accidentally flirts with the wrong man during a sting operation. If only he had known the consequences it would bring...

Note of Realization by Lady_Cray Tom and Harry share a bond no one ever knew about. As they grew, circumstances kept bringing them together. Neither really understood how or why, and neither of them ever questioned it. Until a series of hideously colored post-it notes made everything make sense.

Pureblood Omega Etiquette by temptresslove “Harry?” Tom immediately took a step back. Of all the things he was expecting to see on his patrol as a prefect tonight, this was the last thing on his mind. Harry was in his sleeping robes. In silk. In red. And Tom could make out things that he supposedly shouldn’t. “Where are your chaperones?” The omega had the gall to look embarrassed. “I… they’re asleep, I was hungry.” He said sheepishly.  Without another word, Tom turned to leave. If he left now, then he could still control himself, because what that red silk did to him— “Tom?” Harry said softly. Harry’s eyes were wide and there was a soft honest smile on his face. “It–It’s fine if it’s with you.” His eyes widened and his voice was cold even to his own ears. “That’s not for you to decide.” Because it wasn’t.

Cruel Intentions by Katsitting (Nekositting) “You will be serving detention for the remainder of the term. Be sure to excuse yourself from any and all plans your friends have made, you will not be joining them.” Harry had yet to recover before Riddle sneered at him, and turned away from him. It was a clear dismissal.“ Professor Ri—“ Harry tried to apologize, but Riddle did not even give him the chance to finish the sentence before rounding on him with an ugly snarl on his lips. “Get out .” Harry did not need to be told twice.

Oh boy, Anon. Are there ever. Here are just a few to get you started!

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The Fury by Nekositting (@katsitting ) — Really dark, smutty, Dark Forest Nymph!Tom/Voldemort

Uxor Lucifera by @littlemulattokitten — Sitcom-esque RomCom, utterly smutty filth, NotYourTypicalDemonPrince!Tom

Lurking by @meowmerson — Siren!Tom, two-shot, brilliance

Allure by Meowmers — Modern Vampire AU with a side of Drarry

Damned by Meowmers — Demon AU, Tom is the literal devil, dark-ish psych-thriller. 

Redemption by Meowmers — The sequel to Damned.

Strains by (orphaned) —  Tomione Siren AU

Worlds Apart by @kyoki777 — Siren AU, Siren!Tom, Mermaid!Hermione

Never be the same by @weestarmeggie17 — A/B/O dynamics and Vampire!Tom smutty smut

Bonus Round

doing it wrong by lavish (valerian) -  “They must fuck to maintain the order of the universe.” Omega!Tom, Alpha!Hermione - Humanoid but primal animal magic smut

Still Burning by LittleMulattoKitten — Beauty and the Beast AU, Stockholm Syndrome-y oneshot, Tom purrs like a cat. 

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Happy Reading!

i am both intrigued and frightened at the same time, only because it is you.

Rules: Search for X word in your WIP and post the first sentence that comes up. If you can’t find the word then… search for whichever one pleases you! Tag as many people as you want, and choose a word for them to search in their WIP :) 

I was tagged by @reneehartblog and the words are cruel and light!

(From chapter Three of Phobia)

Did Voldemort truly think that Harry was capable of doing something like this? It was ridiculous. There was no way he could kill Bitsy. He had hated Bellatrix, and still, he couldn’t do it. What made the Dark Lord think that things would change now?

Harry was desperate for companionship, had considered killing some stranger just to prevent the slow erosion of his sanity. He was many things, but this...this Harry would not do.

This was not who he was, even if isolation had made him consider things he would never once contemplate.

If the thought of murdering a cruel sadist like Bellatrix had made his stomach churn before, then the idea of killing a house elf—a poor, defenseless house elf—made him want to vomit.

(From Chapter Two of Inferus)

Disgusting.

Voldemort knew what the Chang girl planned, knew that in this instance she would open her pathetic heart and tell him just how much she missed him. Of how she missed a boy that would never be, a boy that she would never interact with again.

Like the light of a candle drained of all of its strength...smoke tendrils the only thing left of what the girl once knew. A mere shadow, a memory, of a boy that loved her no more.

It should have delighted him to see how closely she skirted that line between composure and calamity, of how near collapse she seemed when her shoulders began to tremble like the earth could no longer bear to keep her standing straight. Cheeks marred with the bright of flush of her distress;a weakness that could do nothing to appease.

But none of it was satisfying, this girl was not Harry Potter...she was not an enemy...she was a nobody.

Voldemort did not care for her opinion, did not care for her sincere smiles nor the way her eyes shone wetly with tears. None of them made his blood sing with satisfaction, his lips stretch into a genuine smile.

Chang’s vulnerability was unwanted.

She was no Harry Potter, and that was perhaps the most disappointing thing of all.

Her suffering, in the end, meant nothing. It was not nearly as delightful as dear Harry’s...

Voldemort’s anger swelled, but he did not dare let it show.

This is a hard question. I actually never quite like what I write. There is always something that could have been changed, something the characters could have done, and a typo I could have taken care of. There is always more that I should have done and I am never satisfied with it. Even after it is posted.

I ship anything well written. If the author can sell it then I'm buyin, and I've stumbled across some delicious Tomarry and Harrymort in my day ;)

 It wouldn’t be out of character for Voldemort to do so at all. That was what worried Harry.

 These thoughts were difficult to rein in, like pulsing of torrential rain after days and days of drought.