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isalisewrites · 8 months

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MOON RITE - CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY:

Ten years.

A dance, an endless terrible dance - fighting against Voldemort again and again; Harry had lost count of the battles. A cruel stalemate.

And he'd grown weary.

"It's true," breathed Voldemort. "It's true."

It'd become a ritual between them, a religious rite of which both were driven by their mad orthodox fervor.

Until Voldemort learned the truth: Harry was his horcrux. With a sudden offer of a ceasefire, the decades long war could be over - lives saved and protected - if Harry swore to one agreement: a magically binding marriage contract with Voldemort himself.

The Moon Rite.

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ONE EXCERPT:

Fuck.

He knows.

Harry would never escape this, would he? Duel after duel had ended in failure. Harry was powerful, especially with the elder wand, but he was outclassed by the older and more experienced Voldemort. After all these years, all he could do was protect and defend those he loved. Harry never won any ground in Voldemort’s war; he only maintained what little freedoms they had.

Ten years.

A dance, an endless terrible dance - fighting against Voldemort again and again; Harry had lost count of the battles. A cruel stalemate.

And he’d grown weary.

It’d become a ritual between them, a religious rite of which both were driven by their mad orthodox fervor. Years of searching and Harry with his friends at his side never found any of the horcruxes. The only thing holding Voldemort back from taking over the Ministry was Harry and the elder wand. The day Harry fell, the Wizarding World would fall with him.

It was never going to end, was it?

“What have you done with him, the traitor?” demanded Harry; his voice was hoarse. “What have you done to him?”

Voldemort blinked, as if the trance faded. He let out a single laugh before he devolved into a haunting, mocking melody. Voldemort covered his face with his other hand as he doubled over. He glanced up, eyes radiant, his pale lips stretching in a wide, triumphant smile.

A shiver shot through Harry.

“Are you worried for him?”

“I value every life, even the minions who serve you.”

Voldemort cocked his head to the side, the smile unnatural. “But you don’t think of Severus like that, do you? You think of him as family, as a father figure. Yes?”

Thump. Thump.

His heart hammered in his chest.

“What a clever little game the two of you have played all these years. To think, he so brilliantly sold me the lie of his hatred for you,” said Voldemort. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guardian to Harry Potter and lover to his hated schoolboy rival—Salazar, I have been quite the fool.”

Oh, god, please, no. Don’t take him. I can’t lose him—I can’t—

“I’ll have you know… It wasn’t easy. It takes a lot to break Severus,” said Voldemort in a dark murmur. “So many rounds of cruciatus, the screams—”

The earth tore to shreds from a mighty bombarda, knocking Voldemort far off his feet and onto the ground. Harry whipped out another spell, but Voldemort deflected it, swiftly standing.

“If you think,” hissed Harry, advancing on the man, “that I’m a thorn in your side now, then imagine what I’ll do to you if you do anything to him. You killed my parents when I was a helpless baby—” Harry’s tone dropped, low and deadly with an ominous oath. “—if you take my family away from me again, I will tear out your heart with my bare hands and shove it down your throat until you choke to your pitiful death.”

Voldemort licked his lips. “How enticing,” he said with a seductive smirk. “I daresay it’s a date, Harry, darling.”

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post-hallows-harrymort-fest · 4 months

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Now Prompting

This fanworks festival centres around Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort falling in love (or obsession, or lust, or all of the above) AFTER the events of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Whether or not the epilogue is canon is up to you based on the themes and plot to your fanfic, fanart, etc.

Have you ever wanted to explore a post-hallows story where Voldemort comes back as a ghost and becomes Harry’s roommate (and they were roommates!) before it turns to more? No, hrm. Well, what about a post-epilogue situation where Harry misses the infamous Dark Lord, or perhaps just the chaos he brought with him? Not at all. Really? Hmm, have you considered a fic featuring a Voldemort who, despite his destoyed horcruxes, is still alive and ends up under house arrest with Harry as his guard? Or, or! Perhaps he does die but only for a short time then ends up on Harry’s doorstep, maybe even magicless save for immortality? Even if none of these particularly tickled your fancy, there’s way more choices and ideas out there to be had and you can write/draw all of them and more in the Post-Deathly Hallows Harrymort Fanworks Festival!

ᓚᘏᗢ Schedule

January 3rd - January 17th, 2024: Prompting

January 13th - February 29th, 2024: Claiming

March 23rd - March 30th, 2024: Postiing

March 31st, 2024: Reveals

Rules

༄ This is a 16+ festival, where only participants who are 18+ are allowed to write or draw sexually explicit material. Anyone who lies about their age are subject to being banned from future festivals.

༄ Promotion of homophobia, transphobia, other anti-LGBTQIA+ rhetoric, ableism, racism, sexism, anti-semitism, and other bigotries is NOT allowed. Keep in mind and be careful of condeming any characters because of gender, sex, race, culture, orientation, disability, weight, age, etc.

༄ Anyone can prompt or claim for this fest. You don’t have to do one to do the other.

༄ Self prompting will be available when the claiming time comes.

༄ This is an anonymous festival, therefore discussions of claimed prompts are not encouraged in public.

༄ All fanworks must include Harrymort (Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort) as the focus on the fic, set after the events of Harry Potter and the Dealthy Hallows. What this entails in full is below.

FAQ

➵ “Can I write a time travel fic/draw time travel art?” Yes, if it’s clearly established to be after the Deathly Hallows has happened for them, and both Harry and Voldemort remember the events.

➵ “Can I write an Alternate Universe fic/draw Alternate Universe art?” This really depends. If it’s Alternate because Harry and Voldemort have hopped to a different universe, then yes. But they both, again, have to remember the events of the Deathly Hallows. But if you’re thinking of like a coffee shop or soulmates au set in the universe where the Deathly Hallows took place for them, then no.

➵ “Can I have Voldemort live through the events of Deathly Hallows?” Yes, this and the canonisity of the epilogue are the only things you can change about the canon before the events of the fic/artwork. However, if Voldemort is kept alive, he still has to have been defeated in such a way that the war is considered over (knocked unconscious, recognised he was bested, died only briefly, etc).

➵ “Can I include poly ships?” Yes, but Harry and Voldemort can’t be part of one as this is a festival focused on them. However, one or both of them can start in a different relationship as long as Harrymort is the end goal.

Author Expections:

~ All works should be a minimum of 2k words.

~ All works must be correctly tagged and warned for. “Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings” is not an acceptable warning.

~ Authors must have an Archive of our Own account to publish their fanfiction to the collection.

~ Each fanfiction should be new and unique the fest, this means that you aren’t allowed to retroactively add a previously written oneshot or submit a new chapter for an ongoing fic. Prequels and sequels to other fanfictions are allowed as long as they are published on their own and can be coherently read without needing knowledge of said prior fic(s).

~ All authors should edit their fanfictions to the best of their ability concerning SPaG. If a beta or alpha is meeded at amytime, feel free to join the Discord!

Artist Expectations:

~ Artwork at any stage that the artist is happy sharing it in is acceptable as long as at least two hours of work has gone into it.

~ Artists must have an Archive of our Own account to publish their artwork to the collection. Or, in the case that your art prompt was also claimed for a fic and the author is okay with it, the artwork could be posted with the accompanying fanfiction instead.

Additionally, no fanworks should be posted to other social media (twitter, tumblr, etc) until after reveals. All fanworks will receive a personalised post on the fest tumblr (that’s here!) after being submitted, including a spot on the masterpost once the fest is over.

Prompting Form

Discord

AO3 Collection

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hobbie-cat · 2 years

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Harry is tired of being used and manipulated when he becomes aware of the Horcrux within him much sooner than planned the events of the final task are altered. Taken by Voldemort what self-serving plans does Riddle have in mind for the vessel of his soul fragment.

Slow burn, will not include extremely underage Harry for sex or sexual activities. The underage tag is for minors with minors.

Begins at the end of Fourth year and will follow Harry, his friends, and others as their morals and beliefs are tested. Loyalties will be broken and made all while Harry is just trying to grow up and survive.

Language: English Words: 27,884 Chapters: 11/?

#Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | VoldemortHarry Potter/VoldemortHarry Potter & Tom RiddleHarry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort #Harry Potter/Tom Riddle #harrymort #harry potter/voldemort #fanfic #a03 #writting #updating #wowowow

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futureconflicted · 15 days

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Hey team, looking for a harry potter/tom riddle fic where harry goes back in time to make tom riddle a better person and they end up falling in love. But it works a little too well and backfires. riddle is so in love he purposely sets out to destroy his own soul and does all the horrible things, and kill Harry's parents anyways because if he doesn't then the harry of the present would not be the harry he fell in love with but a completely different person and riddle cannot have that. So when harry get back to the present nothing has changed and he's like wtf ?! Then voldemort comes clean and says he did it all for loving harry.

Not sure if it was a03 or ffn but for the life of me I cannot find it

Also fuck jkr.

#fic find #help #harry potter #harry potter/tom riddle #harry potter/voldemort #time travel #fuck terfs

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yeehawpim · 6 months

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I know some of these characters can be killed but you get my point lol 😂

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cisusnar · 5 months

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He is a silly guy 🥰

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grazhir · 1 year

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📘Quiddity: Your Own Mirror

Summary: A ridiculous take on the “Goblet of Fire summons the ‘wrong’ Harry” idea, involving a multi-crossover featuring established Harry Potters from my own posted fanfiction. This is pure self-indulgence!

Pairing: Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort/Severus Snape

Beta: —

Spoilers: HP

Tags: Manipulation, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multi-Crossover, Incubus Harry Potter, Self-Indulgent, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Father/Son Incest, Blood Adoption, Mentioned Underage Sex, Time Skips, Mind Control

Chapters: 6

Hosted: AO3, FFN.

[NB: specifically, Control Issues, Tweak, and Chains of Blood.]

#fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter/voldemort #harry potter/voldemort/severus snape

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coryosbaby · 4 months

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Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

“Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

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