Hi! I just came across your Tomione fic "Dark Mark Winery" and absolutely loved it!! Do you have any plans on continuing?
Hi hyllachan! I’m so glad you liked it! I eventually plan to revamp it and have it be a slower reveal that Tom is off his rocker evil. I have some parts of it mapped out but I’m trying to be better about finishing an outline and direction before I jump into projects. The plan is to make Regulus a much bigger player in the overall story, but his character and personality have been evading me. Thanks so much for asking! 😄
Inspired by @knittedcoffee . Коты - это мои впечатления, яркие мгновения, воспоминания. Эти, например, родились в @knittedcoffee пока я ждала встречи с людьми, ставшими нашими друзьями))) Нашла вот зарисовки и вспомнила) #allcatsgood #coffee #knittedcoffee #memories
knittedcoffee answered your question:fairy tale requests? If there are any particular...
Swan Princess? Baba Yaga? The Emperor’s New Clothes? The Snow Queen (personal favorite). Jack and the Beanstalk? Rumpelstiltskin?
Oh! Well! I’ll add Swan Princess, Rumplestiltskin and The Snow Queen to the list- I’ve semi-recently done Baba Yaga, and I’m just not feeling TENClothes right now, hopefully that will do!
Hey, are you still do the song inspired one-shots for Tomione? If so, would you consider writing one for the song Poison and Wine by the Civil Wars? Or Touched by Vast?
Well, they’re not song-inspired specifically. It’s anything from a song to a word to a phrase or whatever. But I can do a song one if you want. Which one do you want me to write for most?
knittedcoffee said: BUT WHATS HIS REACTION??? THE STORY ISN’T COMPLETE!! ALICE,WHY???
It was the brightest it had been in months and Hermione felt simply pleased about it. She sat by the shore of the lake, clad in a simple winter coat to keep her warm as she read.
To her surprise, a figure came and sat down beside her on a log she had found and made into a bench. With a chilling cold breeze among the air warmed by the sun, things were comfortable. Snow sat in patches among the earth around the area, but it still looked beautiful.
She looked over at Tom and quirked as small of a smile as she could create, her stomach fluttering with excited butterflies.
"Tom," she greeted softly.
"Miss Granger."
From his messenger bag, he pulled forth a book. He opened it to read beside her, revealing her bookmark being used to hold his place.
She eyed the bookmark and smiled.
"I never got to tell you," Tom started after what felt like forever of them reading in silence.
She turned her head, giving him a questioning glance as he leaned forward and pressed his elbows to his knees. Light reflected off the water and fell onto his hair, making it look like a dark brown instead of a simple raven's black. He looked almost peaceful and harmless.
"Tell me what?" She asked him, marking her book with her thumb. She had her bookmark sitting beside her on the log. It was a similar liking to the one she had made Tom, but mainly just of a Gryffindor-like style.
"Thank you," he said slowly, almost full of doubt as he looked out at the water for a moment.
"For?" She tried not to act surprised by hearing such words come from him, Tom Riddle.
"For the the birthday gifts. No one had ever really...put heart into them. The others," he started as he shook his head, and she knew he meant Abraxas and his other friends, "have just gotten me random books and clothes... Simple stuff."
"Are the two gifts not simple as well?" She asked, confused.
He shook his head. "No. Because you put thought and time into them."
She couldn't comprehend this. It had only been a day since she had given him his gifts. And in between then and now, they had just exchanged unsure glances. But here Tom was, thanking her just a day after his birthday.
Her thoughts were pulled from her when she felt the touch of cold, soft skin brushing against her cheek. Her eyes met with Tom's and her breath caught in her through. The act was so gentle, so silent, that she could hardly believe it was Voldemort doing it.
Since when was the young Dark Lord thoughtful of such a thing, even thankful. It confused her and scared her all at once. Especially since she couldn't understand if his current mood, actions, and words, were all in earnest.
Are you doing the 3 sentence AU prompt?? If so, could you pretty please write one for Tomione, setting is Venice Carnival? It would be magical if you could please write that :) thanks!
Strong, cold hands enveloped Hermione's as she fumbled with her porcelain mask, the only thing that kept her - that kept them - hidden from the Venice crowd growing around them. She lifted her gaze in search of Tom's lips, seeking their warmth, longing for him, desperately needing some sort of comfort, or even the least bit of assurance. But his mouthless silver mask gave her nothing but one tempting question: How much are you willing to reveal?
I hope this wasn't too terrible because I kind of want to write a oneshot based on this now LOL
