NEW UPCOMING GIN 'N' TONIC (Tom x Ginny) FIC
I am soo excited to post this fan art I commissioned for my first ever Tom x Ginny fic created by Freya Dy of Deviant Art. Here's the link to her profile (please check her out)! Her art is really gorgeous! I loved how she brought this scene to life. I've always wanted to write a Gin 'n' Tonic so badly. And this absolutely perfect 😍👌
Title: What Are You Gonna Do When He Comes For You?
Summary: Little Ginevra just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep. Her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down a rabbit hole. Victorian Era AU. Gin 'n' Tonic (Tom Riddle x Ginny Weasley) Rated M Horror/Suspense
There stands a man in an empty cobblestone street cloaked by a miasma of ominous black ink. He melts into the darkness with the arrival of dusk and disappears against the backdrop of sheer void. He blends in the shadows with an unnatural serpentine grace. Lithe body, fluid motions – an agile dancer in the least expected of places.
His calculating eyes glisten and his mouth slowly curves upward in the dark. In the busy hours of the night when no one is looking... Carefully, he stalks; he preys; he lures unsuspecting victims. A group of young women comes into his line of view. Full-bosomed, wide hips, and slender hourglass figures. The crème de la crème of a female's sexual maturity and of a hot-blooded male fantasy.
“Such pretty little things,” he muses. And didn’t pretty little things always bear dark, ugly secrets?
This is not usually the crowd he mingles with. His customary assemblage consists of affluent men and noble gentlemen. For why would a man of his caliber engage in a conversation with an unmarried woman? And yet, he takes what he wills when they give it to him willingly, and even when they don't. He steps out of the darkness after mentally counting to five and gathers it’s time to begin the show. The lamppost casts his shadow and bleeds black behind him.
Nonchalantly, he walks toward the unsuspecting female vicinity. He maintains a brief distance and does not make eye contact. Instead, he acts as though he is just ‘passing by,’ unaware of their presence. But inside he begins to estimate how many they are in total. He twirls the diamond cane in his hand in slow, easy movements, taking his sweet time – waiting until one of them takes notice of him.
"Four," he finally concludes.
