#slytherins heir

[snapesmorningcoffee]

Tom Riddle, receiving the Award for Outstanding Service to the School after killing Moaning Myrtle and pinning the murder on Hagrid:

[stolenviolet]

Took a poll on Twitter asking what house you all thought Death should be in and the results are in: Our boy is a Hufflepuff!

Loyal (to his master), Just, Hard-working, Patient, Fair and Modest. A nearly perfect fit I'd say!

(Also it pissed his 'father' off so Win, Win.)

[karinagiada]

Probably can’t fix this one. 🐍

[rinekkuri]

The only true heir of Slytherin himself.

4K Ver. on twitter

[radical-ghostface]

MC: “I’m not having sex with Sebastian!”

Ominis: “No one is judging you. It’s understandable. Sebastian is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled.”

MC: “I am not having sex with Sebastian. But I’m starting to think that you might be.”

[bunny-1111]

Just found Theodore in uniform on Pinterest HELLO, giving prince of the Snakes, giving King of the Serpents I LOVE HIM ruler of my fkn HEARTTTT TEDDDYYYYY

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Ominis Gaunt

《 M i s u n d e r s t o o d • ◇ • S l y t h e r i n ' s H e i r 》

Born; 1874 / 1875

Died; { - u n k n o w n - } .

"Everything to do with Salazar Slytherin seems promising! Until it's too late...".

[heirofslytherintommarvoloriddle]

You’ll find that I can be very persuasive

[slytherinsrule89]

Project partners -

Tom Riddle x Reader smut

This does contain smut so be aware. If you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read :)

Word count: 1414

Sitting in class you had already begun to grow bored. What was with these professors in always droning on about topics that have nothing to do with what we are supposed to be learning? Looking around the classroom you spot a boy. He had soft waves in his hair but his expression was hard and unwelcoming. He certainly was hard to read but you had heard of him before. Tom Riddle, you believe, was his name. You’ve never talked to him before. He wasn’t exactly…approachable.

Tom was very sophisticated and practically knew everything. Top of the class and even head boy. It was certainly impressive. “Ms. Y/L/N?” You quickly got out of your little trance and whipped your head up to the professor. “Sorry?” The professor sighed before speaking. ”You’ll be paired with Tom for this project. And partners cannot be changed.” He announced the last bit a bit louder for the whole class to hear.

You looked at Tom but he hadn’t looked back once. This would be fun. By the time class had ended you tried to pack up your books quickly so that you could talk to Tom about the project. But the moment you looked up, he was gone. Goddamn it. When you walked out of the classroom the hallway was too filled with other students to be able to even see him. What a great start, was this man ever going to speak with you?

Later that night an owl flew to your windowsill and perched there, a letter in hand. You gently took it and the owl flew off. That's strange, you don’t often get mail. The envelope didn’t have a name either so you had no clue who it was from. Opening it you were met with a short note in very elegant cursive. Meet me at the library. 9:00. Signed T.M.R. It took you longer than you’d liked to admit to realize it was Tom but whatever.

Checking the time you realize it’s already 8:45. You got up and dressed into some clothes that weren’t as casual as the ones you were wearing and made sure you had all your books and notes. Assuming obviously that he had wanted to either talk about or work on the project together. You walked out of the dorm knowing it was a bit of a longer walk to the library from the girls dormitories and Tom was probably already there.

A bit later you opened the library door and took a moment before seeing Tom in a corner of the library. You weren’t nervous before but it was certainly kicking in now. Awkwardly you walked over and took the seat a few down from his. Without spearing you a single glance he speaks. “You’re late.” A frown quickly swept my face before he started again. “It is 9:01. I said 9:00.” You rolled your eyes internally at that. He was one of those.

Nevertheless, you ignored it and spoke up. “You wanted to work on the project right? Or talk about it at least?” “No.” He replied. What? How could this not be about the project? So far it has been the only thing that’s gotten us to spare a glance at each other. Well excluding when you were staring at him in class before the professor had mentioned the project but never mind that. “So…what exactly is this about then?” You asked him, trying to rid your confusion of the whole situation.

He stayed silent longer than you had the patience for before finally speaking. “You…infatuate me.” Okay, surely my hearing was getting worse because there was no way he just said that but he went on. “You make me feel a way that I’ve never felt before and I don’t like it.” You paused for a moment. Tom Riddle, the Tom Riddle, was admitting feelings…for you. “Are you saying that you have a crush on me?” “I said infatuation, not crush.” You rolled my eyes. “Same thing.”

Tom had sighed “I suppose I do then.” You were in shock. How could someone like him ever like you? Plus you hadn’t even talked to the guy before. “Stand up.” He blurted out. About to ask him why he cut you off and said it again this time with a little more demand to it. A bit hesitant, you stood up and moved your chair in before he quickly did the same thing. In a second he was inches away from you, staring you down. “Tom…?”

Before you could react to anything else his lips smashed into yours and he grips your hips hard pushing you against the table. “Jump.” Not sure what else to do you jumped a bit and he placed me on top of the table before standing between your legs. He quickly resumed with his lips on yours not caring about being gentle whatsoever.

Soon enough you feel his hands begin to grope your thighs, making sure that you’ll be bruised by tomorrow. His hands trailed up closer and closer to where you needed him the most while never once stopping or even slowing his attack on your mouth. Not that you minded one bit. Feeling his fingers stroke your clothed center your mouth let a small moan against his lips which caused him to groan and quickly push your panties to the side, sliding his fingers against your slick.

“So pathetic, you’re already this wet for me little slut?” Tom has wasted absolutely no time shoving a finger into your hole making you let out another noise and as you accidentally bit his lip. The taller boy had groaned again before biting your lip twice as hard causing you to cry out a bit. “You don’t keep that pretty little mouth shut soon and I’ll have to shove my cock into it.” You were shocked at his degrading words but couldn’t get much of a response out as he added another finger and started pumping them in and out at a faster pace.

As soon as he could feel you clenching down on his fingers indicating that you were getting close he took them out, and you let out a loud whine before he shoved you down to the ground on your knees. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? Too much a little slut to keep your mouth shut by yourself huh? Need someone else to do it.” You could only nod dumbly, pleasure and desperation clouding your mind.

Hearing as the zipper goes down your eyes refocus and he’s already pushing his trousers and boxers down revealing his hard cock, precum dripping out from the tip. Your eyes widened at the size wondering how the hell you could fit that in your mouth let alone your pussy. Tom's mouth grew into a smirk at the look on your face. “Come on little slut, you can take it.”

You leaned forward a bit and stroked him a couple times watching as it twitched before slowly you started sucking on the tip. Though quickly you realized that Tom was not going to wait as he took a step closer before started to fuck your face instead, taking his time for a second before losing all patience and just going for it. Tears started streaming down your face and you had kept gagging which Tom seemed to enjoy immensely. After he had found a rhythm you finally started breathing through your nose in order not to not gag so much.

His dick began twitching in your mouth but before he came he pulled you up again and onto the table, wasting no time in slamming his cock into you. Pounding into you mercilessly as you were a moaning mess, blabbering against his shoulder as he groaned above you. “You gonna be a pretty little cum slut for me? Gonna let me cum all over you princess?” I nodded against him, my moans increasing as I came. Still thrusting as my orgasm washed through me, he let me finish before cumming all over my thighs and lower stomach.

Both panting and catching our breaths he gives me a softer kiss. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” “Uh huh, only for you Tom.” “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Helping me fix my skirt leaving his cum on my body, he then pulls up his boxers and trousers as well before starting to walk off. “Same time tomorrow, don’t be late.”

I hope you guys like this, let me know if you want to be tagged in future writings :)

[thewritingheirsofslytherin]

Introducing a Harry Potter fest to haunt you…

...as not all that goes bump in the night is meant to be feared…

Gothic Fantasy Fest is a Harry Potter fanworks fest dedicated to and centered around our love for the gothic horror genre!

This fest is hosted by The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord Server.

Fest Information

The inspiration to host this fest came out of our desire to see more fanworks in the fandom where the darkness within us all is celebrated, embraced, and reveled in.

The premise for this fest is simple: Create any fanwork (fic or fanart) you like, ensuring that your main protagonist of your work is a Slytherin!

But, and this is where the challenge comes in... your fanwork must incorporate one of the gothic horror prompts that we have provided and must be in the gothic horror genre!

We hope, through participating in this fest, that you’ll allow yourself to indulge in what haunts you most!

Fest Schedule

Sign-ups & Claiming Open: Aug. 5th at 12:00pm PDT

Sign-ups & Claiming Close: Aug. 13th at 11:59pm PDT

Fanworks Due: Oct. 17th at 11:59pm PDT

Fanworks Revealed: Oct. 29th at 12:00pm PDT

Authors & Artists Revealed: Oct. 31st at 12:00pm PDT

For the remainder of our fest rules, read on!

Fest Rules

All levels of writers and artists are welcome! Even if this is your first fest!

All pairings and ship types (platonic, couples, and polyships) are allowed in this fest. You may also choose to focus your fanwork on only one character.

Ensure that your main character of your fanwork is a Slytherin (no exceptions)!

Any Slytherin from any of the Wizarding World eras is welcome. You may also choose to headcanon a non-Slytherin character as a Slytherin.

Your fanwork must incorporate one of the 99 gothic horror prompts that we provide. There are 12 additional Author/Artist’s choice prompts, however, those are first come, first serve. So, they will go quick!

Ensure that your fanwork qualifies as gothic horror. Read our full rules at the link listed below for further clarification on this.

The darker your fic the better, as this fest is the perfect opportunity to create some dark, morally gray, and/or dead-dove works!

Authors: there is no maximum word count for your work. But there is a minimum word count of 1,000 words.

Artists: As long as you follow the guidelines above, you may submit any form of fanart you like, including moodboards! However, AI-generated work and commissioned work from other artists may NOT be submitted!

This fest is an Author/Artist Revealed event. Your fanwork will be revealed on the dates listed above. When the fest is over, we will highlight your fanwork across our social media from Oct. 31st - Nov. 9th.

You do not have to be a member of The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord to participate in this fest. However, we do recommend joining so that you can be in contact with other Gothic Fantasy Fest participants! It’s also the quickest way to get a hold of the admin team!

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Due to the darker subject material of the prompts, please be mindful that the process of creating a submission for this fest may be triggering. So, take care of yourself, honor your limits, and enter at your own risk.

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[niabridges]

The Heir of Slytherin.

Ominis kept his diary bound in worn, unadorned leather, its pages thick and yellowed. It was a solitary object, tucked within the false bottom of his battered traveling trunk. Not a single soul knew of its existence. Not even Sebastian.

He didn't write every day. Sometimes, the guilt festering in his chest was too overwhelming, the weight of unspoken horrors too heavy to give them shape through ink. Other days, the rage burned too brightly, and he needed to release it somehow, lest he unleash his fury upon those who didn't deserve it.

The diary wasn't a testament to his days. It was a confessional, a purging of the darkest truths his family would have celebrated. Here, he railed against the whispered curses his relatives hurled at innocent Muggles. Here, he detailed the revulsion that consumed him when his father raised his wand, ready to deliver torment.

There were softer entries too. Memories of his mother's gentle touch, faded into the distant past, yet etched upon his heart. Scrawled recollections of the first time he'd felt true acceptance, belonging, within Hogwarts' hallowed halls. In these fragile moments, hope flickered – a defiant flame against the suffocating darkness he knew lay in his blood.

The diary wasn't a source of comfort. It was a vessel for the ongoing battle within him, a memoir to the silent war for his very soul.

[not-rab]

what if after you endure a large amount of cruciatus curses, your hair starts to lose its colour

that’s why even though pandora and evan are identical twins, pandora’s hair is dirty blonde, whereas evan’s is a platinum blond

[slytherinshalo]

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐑, heir to slytherin

“he’s the heir to slytherin he’s feared by all”

“the son of he who shall not be named”

“he’s going to be just like his father”

“… he’s evil”

“at least my father loves me and my brother”

“my father isn’t the enemy the order is”

[starrysallow]

He's so ethereal

[aesthetic--mood]

Tom Marvolo Riddle Aesthetic

[radical-ghostface]

Guys, just look at how

Ｐｒｅｔｔｙ he is

😩😭