"It's a little disconcerting how much freedom you have to figure out anything you want about me, yet I know nothing about you." "You know plenty about me," He deflected. She sighed irritably, shoving her textbooks into her backpack and heaving it onto her shoulders, "No, I don't, Tom." Sequel to Mafioso. I wrote this a long time ago and never posted it, so it's about time I do

They meet on the playground. Ron told her that if she doesn't fight for herself no one will ever leave her alone so she's just trying to follow his advice. "Are you crying?" He asks. She musters all the fury in her 7-year-old body and channels it into her voice when she speaks through the tears. "So what? I'll still kick your arse." Tomione. AU. Rated M for future chapters.

Gradually, she remembers. (Tomione. Lots of violence, It's how they express their love for each other.)

Everything was falling apart and she wasn't sure what was building in its place. She only had the certainty that something was building. Something life-changing. "There is nothing on this earth that could keep me from you." He told her, a crazed sort of determination in his eyes. She met his gaze dead on and matched his tone when she replied, "Except me." (Damned Sequel) Tomione.

"That's what I like about you," He told her, his fingers pressed against her pulse, "You don't believe in fairytales," His thumb traced the curve of her jaw and she watched his eyes flash red for a single, dream-like moment, "Do you believe in nightmares?" Tomione.

How strange, that her soulmate should be a book. How fitting. Tomione. Soulmate AU. M-Rated.

She awoke to singing. Tomione. Siren AU. Two-shot.

"Why are you nervous?" He asked, his eyes still transfixed on the flowers he had begun painting on her skin. "Because I'm naked," She hissed, trying to will her shaking hand to be still in his grasp. He paused. "You aren't naked, stop exaggerating." Tomione. Rated M.

"I'm beginning to think that I would love to hear you scream." Tomione. Regency AU. Rated-M.

Domesticities and Proposals for Marriage. Tomione. AU. Just a little One-Shot.

"Granger," He seethed, as if he had any right to be angry while he was covered in blood on her doorstep. "Invite me inside." Her nails dug into the polished wood of the door and she contemplated slamming it in his face. "Absolutely not." Modern Vampire AU. Tomione. Also a splash of Drarry because I needed that in my life rn.

She falls in love with him when she's 12, but by the time she's 17 she wants him dead. For Tom Riddle, its vice versa. Tomione. AU. M for a reason.

She had no qualms about attending a wedding alone. And even if she did, she certainly wouldn't want to bring her boss—her attractive, intelligent employer who also happened to be some sort of mafioso. Tomione. M for a reason. Long one-shot. In which Tom is a part of the mafia, and Hermione knows.

He knew from the moment the little Weasley girl forced her way into his gang that there was going to be trouble. He just always assumed it would come from her army of brothers, not her red-hot pistol of a best friend. Tomione. Greaser AU. M for a reason.

"Give him back," She demanded, and in a way she was begging, too. Pleading for mercy she knew he hadn't the capacity for. "Hermione," He purred, and his lips stretched over rows of white teeth, baring them in a smile that was too close to a snarl."You know that's not how the game works." Tomione Labyrinth AU

She just wanted to spend her Saturday with some overpriced coffee and a nice, long, scorching hot bath. Instead, she was dealing with the end of the world. In her bath robe. Zombie AU. Tomione. Modern. Possibly three-shot maybe?

"Please don't ask me to dance," She said, her fingers fluttering across her skirts, "Societal expectations dictate I must, I'm afraid," He said, and there was something so familiar in the feel of her hand, in the warmth her eyes sent him. CINDERELLA AU THAT LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED FOR BUT I MADE BECAUSE I AM LITERAL TRASH ENJOY Tomione