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“I’ve never known you to be purposefully obtuse, Hermione.” He had seemed to pick the thought from her mind. Hermione blushed, and his hand swept further into her hair and cradled her head. She couldn’t help but lean into it, the feeling so overwhelmingly good it was hard to pay attention to anything else. He leaned in, his stormy blue eyes dropping to gaze at her parted lips and she couldn’t help but dart her tongue out to wet them.

“Admit it,” he said quietly, lips brushing ever so slightly against hers. Hermione breathed in slowly, skin alight to his touch. Her mind was slower than normal, and she distantly remembered how she had detested Tom for weeks and weeks before this. His breath was dampening her lips, hot and making Hermione’s resolve crumble. “Tell me,” he pressed.

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«This wasn’t a fairytale, and Tom wasn’t a hero. Despite knowing his kiss wouldn’t revive his lioness, that it wouldn’t heal her wounds, and it wouldn’t save her… he kissed her anyway.»

commission art for ff The Brightest Star in the Sky by @tippilo

Tom and Hermione

Title: Influenced at Ilvermorny Rated: Explicit Summary: The blood on the wall promised that her skeleton would lie in the chamber forever.

The Brightest Star in the Sky

Cover Redesign!! 🤍 Art by @dara-art

For @obsidianpen. Thank you for giving us new chapters so fast. I'm so inspired by the power sharing scene that I had planned to finish this drawing before you released chapter 55, but you have outrun me 😂.

The composition and the pose were fast to established, but the expression, hands and effects are truly a pain in the ass. It takes me more than a week to struggle with the magical effects, hope it turns out well.

{New} Wolfer chapter 12 - "The Backcountry"

"She suddenly feels naked under the eye of the mountain, raw and new in its breathless heights."

The Anatomy of the Body of God by @dillpicklepanic

“In the mirror, the Body of God stares back.”

"Their Occamy twirled together in the air, as if amidst a mating dance. A dance he wanted to perform with her. 

“I was surprised...” he said, “they are supposed to present for those with a pure soul...” they both knew nothing about Tom Riddle’s soul was pure. “But then I see yours and it makes sense.”

“Mine?”

“Your soul is perfect.”

There are so many Tomione stories updates recently, it makes me so happy and creative 🥰.

I really like the idea that Hermione and Tom has some pieces of other (seeing "This is how you lose the time war" by fleabagshair) so I occured to add some jewelries that has opposite colors to their clothes in the end. They are so opposite but they suit each other well.

Chapter 17: The Brightest Star in the Sky

Hermione tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too tight and he tugged her back against him. Riddle’s hand, which had been on her shoulder, slid down to grasp her waist. The intensity of their conversation consumed their attention, leaving no room for them to muster energy for dancing.

“I don’t give a damn about Walburga. She is not my friend.” He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over her ear. “She is a girl I fuck sometimes when it’s convenient for me, but it’s you I think about when I’m inside her. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I fuck her, but fantasize about you while doing it?”

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Fat tears tremble at the brink of her eyes and she blinks, spilling them down her cheeks.

 She’s dead.

 The stranger will turn her in and her father will belt her until her blood runs around her ankles. Until the buckle meets bone.

 The man reaches into his jacket.

 He speaks soft and resonant, like God commanding the heavens and the earth.

 Her soul is formless, hovering over the deep.

 He says,

  “Lumos.”  

 And there’s light.