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[iamgonnagetyouback]

back with another request for your 1k 🙈

this time, i’d like to request some frostbite ☃️🥶 preferably with theodore nott and the prompt: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

i can never have enough angst and hurt/comfort *sigh* 😌

Thank you so much for requesting, Leona! Also I made it pretty similar to this , so you can check it out if you need more angst <33

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ THEODORE NOTT #5: "Just stay with me a little longer… please?" "A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less."

You find him there, in the half-light of a moonless night, hidden in the shadowed corner of the empty classroom. The tension is so thick it hangs like smoke, swirling around his silhouette as he keeps his gaze down. The weight of what has just happened is crushing you both, filling the air with a silence that begs to be broken.

Theodore stands as you approach, a wretched, distant look in his eyes. He looks like he’s halfway out the door already, but then, maybe he always has been. He’s always been good at putting walls between himself and the world—between himself and you, especially, no matter how close he’s let you get.

And you can’t take it anymore. “You’re just going to walk away? After everything?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at you with that heartbreaking hesitation. He almost opens his mouth to say something—an apology, an excuse—but you cut him off, voice wavering as you step closer.

“Just stay with me a little longer… please?”

The words linger, fragile, begging him to stay in a way you’d never wanted to show. He swallows, hands clenching at his sides, and you can see him fighting to keep his distance. He’s so close, but he might as well be miles away.

The silence between you is thick, heavy with all the things left unsaid. Theodore’s gaze softens, and he takes a shaky breath before whispering, “A little longer isn't going to make this hurt any less.”

You swallow, your voice trembling as you step forward. “I don’t care if it hurts,” you say, every syllable laced with desperation. “I’d rather take every ounce of pain, every ache, if it means I get to keep you for just one more moment.”

His jaw tightens, and you can see the strain in his posture as he resists the urge to close the distance between you. He’s always been good at keeping people at arm’s length, at not letting anyone in, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something that makes you think he wants to stay, to give in just this once.

“Theo,” you say softly, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly undoes him. “Please.”

And just like that, the walls he’s put up begin to crack. His shoulders drop, and he takes a shuddering breath, finally letting himself look at you, really look at you, as if he’s seeing you for the last time.

Slowly, tentatively, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You sink into him, burying your face in his shoulder as his hands settle on your back, holding you in a way that feels like a goodbye. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as though he’s memorizing every part of you.

The warmth of his embrace, the way his fingers trace circles on your back, feels so achingly familiar, and yet there’s a fragility to it that breaks your heart all over again. You want to say something—to beg him to stay, to promise that you can make this work—but you know that words will only push him further away. So instead, you cling to him in silence, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll change his mind.

For a few moments, you stand there in the dimly lit room, wrapped up in each other as though the rest of the world has disappeared. His heart beats against your ear, steady but hesitant, and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by him one last time.

“I wish things were different,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against your hair.

You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His eyes are filled with a sadness you’ve never seen before, and it’s like looking into a mirror—seeing your own heartbreak reflected back at you.

“They could be different, Theo,” you say, voice barely audible. “We could make this work. We just have to try.”

He shakes his head, his expression pained. “You don’t understand. There are things I can’t change, things that are out of my control.” His gaze drops, and for a moment, he looks like he’s on the verge of saying something more, of telling you the truth behind his walls, but then he swallows it down, retreating once again.

And you’re left standing there, holding onto a love that’s slipping through your fingers, watching as he turns away.

“Please,” you say again, voice choked with emotion. “Just… one more moment.”

He stops, his back to you, and for a second, you think he might turn around, might come back to you. But when he speaks, his voice is barely a whisper, and you know it’s the last thing he’ll ever say to you.

“Goodbye.”

[iamgonnagetyouback]

AHHH THIS WAS PURE FLUFF OVERLOADDD!!!!!!! (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

“She’ll survive, Mattheo,” Theo drawled, arms crossed lazily as he leaned against a wall beside a towering stack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

I can practically see him smirking like he’s above all this, and it’s so perfectly in character I’m in awe 😭.

“She loves Cauldron Cakes too, doesn’t she? Maybe I could grab one of those…” But even as the words left his mouth, doubt clouded his expression. “No, those give her stomach aches.”

THIS!! OH MY HEART!!! The way Mattheo knows every little detail about her preferences—even down to what gives her stomach aches?! I’m combusting from the sheer sweetness of it all

“Aw, don’t be mad, little bun,” he said, his voice dropping to a hushed, gentle tone. “You’re adorable like this. You’ve got the perfect little nose.”

I’M SCREAMING, ACTUALLY SCREAMING. The way he just turns into the softest, most doting soul when she’s a literal bunny?! I would’ve passed out on the spot. Like, sir, stop being so charming; I can’t take it

"Maybe we should keep you like this for a while,” he mused, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of sincerity. “Might be easier to handle.”

THE AUDACITY. THE NERVE. I want more in this dynamic, Leona, seriously ( •̀ - •́ ) It's for medical purposes

“No more candy for you, bun,” he teased gently, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Maybe some soup will do.”

STOP, THIS IS TOO MUCH. Not him being a menace one second and then flipping into the ultimate caretaker mode the next. Who gave him the right?!

I’m fully kicking my feet and giggling at how perfectly you captured Mattheo’s duality—one moment teasing, the next, tender as ever. Please never stop writing; this gave me all the serotonin I needed and more

FICMAS #1— WHISKERS AND WHIZBEES / mattheo riddle

december 1st

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary: being an animagus has its pros… and its cons

warnings: fluff, bunny animagus!reader, brother’s best friend!mattheo, illness

words: 1.8k

a/n: yayyy kicking off ficmas with some fluff!!

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“Damn it. They’re out of stock,” Mattheo muttered, a scowl darkening his sharp features as his gaze swept over the empty display in front of him. The faint hum of activity in Honeydukes buzzed around him, but it was all background noise to his singular mission: finding your favorite treat.

The rich scent of melted caramel and powdered sugar clung to the warm air, but it did nothing to soothe his disappointment. He’d ventured out with Theo, braving the frost-bitten path to Hogsmeade, bundled against the chill of the late December wind, determined to bring a spark of joy to you after a week spent curled up under blankets, your feverish state stealing the light from your eyes.

“She’ll survive, Mattheo,” Theo drawled, arms crossed lazily as he leaned against a wall beside a towering stack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

Mattheo’s fingers raked through the unruly mess of dark curls that framed his face, eyes narrowing in frustration as he muttered, “She loves Cauldron Cakes too, doesn’t she? Maybe I could grab one of those…” But even as the words left his mouth, doubt clouded his expression. “No, those give her stomach aches.”

“Careful,” Theo’s smirk broke through his stoic demeanor, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “One wrong bite, and she might turn into a rabbit for a week.”

Mattheo’s lips quirked, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk that managed to soften the sharp edges of his expression. The image of you sitting on a pillow, fur fluffy as clouds, with wide, quivering eyes and twitching ears, filled his mind. It was a sight he’d seen a lot more than once, and the thought warmed him more than the heavy wool of his coat. “That would be adorable,” he murmured, more to himself than to Theo.

His gaze drifted back to the shelves, fingers brushing past jars of fizzing whizbees and licorice wands, seeking any trace of the sweets you loved. He knew every preference, every quirk—the way your nose crinkled when you were trying not to laugh, how you always saved the last bite of chocolate for him, even if he pretended not to notice.

Theo’s playful scoff drew him back to the present, breaking the spell. “Right, lover boy, grab what you can so we can move on. The Weasley twins’ shop won’t raid itself.”

Mattheo’s smirk deepened as he reached for a small box tucked at the back of the shelf, its golden wrapping gleaming under the enchanted lights. If he couldn’t find the chocolate frogs, he’d settle for something close enough, something to make your eyes light up when he returned.

The sharp knock at the front door broke through the haze of your lethargy, and you groaned, rolling your eyes at the interruption. Each subsequent rap grew louder and more insistent, a persistent reminder of your brother’s tendency to forget his keys.

With a reluctant sigh, you dragged your aching body off the couch and trudged to the door, your irritation simmering just beneath the surface. When you swung the door open, your expression was a mix of annoyance and fatigue, only to be met by the amused snort of Mattheo, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“I was resting, you asshole,” you snapped, the heat of annoyance still lingering in your voice as you shot a glare at your brother.

“Be grateful I got you to walk around a bit,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face as he ruffled your hair affectionately. “Your legs are gonna freeze in place if you lay around any longer.”

You didn’t bother to respond, instead heading back to the couch and flopping down onto your stomach, your focus returning to the flickering images on the screen. The warmth of the blankets cocooned you, a small comfort in your weakened state.

“I got you something, but I’ll only give it to you if you promise to stop being so grumpy,” Mattheo teased, settling beside you, his presence radiating warmth.

Your heart quickened at the thought that he had been thinking of you while out with Theo. Maybe your crush-blinded mind was reading into it too much, but the notion sent a thrill through you. You’d always harbored a secret crush on him, and while you were sure he cared for you, it was a different kind of love—one that you longed to bridge.

“Depends on what it is, Matty,” you replied, attempting to mask the fluttering hope in your chest.

He leaned in slightly, his tone playful. “Well, I got you Fizzing Whizbees because they didn’t have any chocolate frogs, but I’m a little scared they’ll—”

“I’m not gonna change into a bunny,” you interrupted, your voice sharper than intended as you raised a hand in protest. The memory of yesterday flooded back—seven embarrassing transformations triggered by the slightest discomfort had left you feeling humiliated.

“But—”

“Just give it to me,” you cut him off again, rolling your eyes dramatically. Yet, as you snatched the colorful box from his hands, you paused, a genuine smile breaking through your irritation. “Thank you.”

The way you clutched the chocolates tightly in your hands made it clear you had no intention of sharing, and a chuckle escaped Mattheo’s lips. He leaned back, clearly pleased to see a hint of happiness in your tired demeanor.

But the second you popped the first piece into your mouth, a familiar pang of regret bloomed in your stomach, a sensation you had come to dread. It was an all-too-familiar feeling that washed over you with alarming speed.

In an instant, your body transformed, and where you had been, there now sat a tiny, fluffy rabbit, complete with floppy ears and wide, embarrassed eyes.

The boys burst into laughter, their mirth echoing in the cozy living room as you thumped a paw against the floor in frustration.

“I fucking told you! You’re an idiot, Y/N/N,” Mattheo teased, his laughter infectious.

Your tiny heart raced as you glared up at Mattheo, your expressive little eyes narrowing in annoyance. The warmth of the room felt overwhelming now, each laugh echoing like a distant thundering noise. The sensation of soft fabric beneath you—the couch cushions—was comforting, but the sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. Here you were, reduced to a fluffy little creature, while the two boys stood there, delighting in your misfortune.

You hopped over to Mattheo, your little teeth nipping at his ankle in a show of defiance.

Mattheo yelped as your teeth grazed his skin, the surprise of the nip sending a jolt through him. He glanced down at you, his smirk widening as he took in the fierce determination in your beady little eyes.

He knelt down, curiosity gleaming in his chocolate brown eyes as he reached out a hand. “Aw, don’t be mad, little bun,” he said, his voice dropping to a hushed, gentle tone that contrasted sharply with the raucous laughter. “You’re adorable like this. You’ve got the perfect little nose.”

He reached out, scooping you up gently in his large hands.

His fingers gently stroked along your soft fur, a soothing motion that seemed to calm your restless spirit. “Maybe we should keep you like this for a while,” he mused, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of sincerity. “Might be easier to handle.”

Your small body wriggled within Mattheo's grasp, the soft fur tickling his palms as you squirmed. The warmth of his touch was comforting, yet the confined space felt stifling. With a sudden burst of energy, you leapt from his hands, landing gracefully on the plush cushions of the couch.

The sensation of the cotton beneath your paws was a relief and you found yourself nestling deeper into the folds of the blanket, your small form disappearing into the sea of fabric.

Mattheo chuckled at the sight of you buried under the blankets, only your tiny twitching nose visible above the soft pile. "Huh, looks like someone wants to stay cozy," he teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. “But seriously, are you planning on staying like this forever?"

A sudden sneeze shook your tiny frame, causing you to reflexively scrunch up your nose and shut your eyes tight. As the sneeze subsided, a strange sensation washed over you—a tingling, shifting feeling that spread throughout your body.

Your vision blurred for a moment, and then, just as quickly, cleared. When your eyes focused once more, you found yourself no longer a bunny, but rather your human self again, nestled among the blankets. You blinked slowly, taking in your surroundings anew.

Mattheo let out a teasing whistle as he took in the sight of you, now returned to your human form. His eyes roamed appreciatively over your features, lingering on the flushed cheeks and tousled hair. "Well, well," he murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Looks like someone's feeling a bit warm."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, I think you might be even prettier like this." His fingers trailed lightly along your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your cheeks burned at Mattheo's words, and you felt a flutter in your chest as his fingers brushed against your skin. But before you could respond, you caught yourself pushing his hand away, the action both instinctive and deliberate.

"I-I'm cold," you stammered, trying to hide the embarrassment that colored your voice.

Mattheo's chuckle was soft and indulgent as he pulled his hand back, a twinkle in his eye. "No more candy for you, bun," he teased gently, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Maybe some soup will do."

With that, he rose to his feet, towering over you as he made his way to the kitchen. You watched him go, your heart warming at the simple act of care. It wasn't every day that someone looked after you so tenderly, especially not someone as reckless as Mattheo.

As the sounds of pots clanging and liquid simmering drifted from the kitchen, you found yourself smiling, despite the lingering flush on your cheeks. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, if it meant having Mattheo fuss over you like this.

​​ficmas taglist: @winnie1emon @ur-local-wizard @satosugu4-ever @ankoluvs @superstargirll @slytherin-princess-x @abeoavita @mattheoriddle101

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𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

on the dotted line

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

after party

𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

before the possibilities came true ( i took all possibility from you )

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

marking blurb

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

tender during brutal sex blurb

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭

bring me a dream ( one two three )

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

playing dress up

𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

mean dom blurb

[daisystwistedgarden]

𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

✿ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

lazy makeouts with leona

✿ 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥

nothing here yet...

✿ 𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

lazy makeouts with ruggie

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ❀ 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆

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𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉⭐

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

cruel with his love

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𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

eating you out

blowjob (male! reader)

no shower

ovulation | part 2 (afab! reader)

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𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

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𝐚𝐥𝐥

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headcanons

dorm leaders with a little girl/memory!reader from idv

drabbles

scenarios

🍩 - 𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

headcanons

their s/o gets very clingy when sick

with clumsy s/o

drabbles

scenarios

🐺 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥

headcanons

moments that happened when he had a crush on you

drabbles

scenarios

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi hi hi!! once again, congrats on 1k!! such a well deserved milestone and i’m so freakin’ happy for you 🤍🫂

i’d like to request a story in a shell 🐚! with the trope: brother’s best friend, character: mattheo riddle, and song: sharpest tool by sabrina carpenter (i’m in a bit of an angsty mood if that song choice wasn’t enough to make that clear 🙈)

take all the time you need, pookie! love you and congrats again! 😚🩵

Thank you so much for requesting, leona!! I hope you like it <33

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ MATTHEO RIDDLE brother's best friend with sharpest tool by sabrina carpenter

The text comes in at 11:23 PM.

“Hey.”

You stare at it, your thumb hovering over the screen. It feels like a bad joke, seeing his name after weeks of silence. Mattheo Riddle, the boy who left you to piece yourself back together alone, wants to say hey.

You shouldn’t answer. You know better. But knowing and doing are two different things when it comes to him.

Because Mattheo wasn’t just some fleeting crush. He was the boy who knew the way you snuck glances at him across the room, who learned to pull you into his orbit with his half-smirks and those stupid, reckless grins. He was the boy who held your secrets, who made you laugh on days when your brother’s indifference stung the most.

He was the boy who ruined you.

And yet, your thumb moves against your better judgment, typing a response.

“What do you want, Mattheo?”

The dots appear almost instantly, as though he’d been waiting, watching. It makes your stomach churn.

“Can we talk?”

You bark out a humorless laugh, the sound loud and sharp in the empty dorm room. He wants to talk now. Weeks of nothing—no texts, no glances, not even a passing acknowledgment when Theo invited him over—and now he wants to talk.

You toss your phone onto the bed, fighting the tightness creeping up your throat.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

The memory of that night is still fresh, no matter how hard you try to push it away. You remember the way his hands cupped your face, the way his lips moved like they’d been made for yours. He whispered things—things that made you feel wanted, cherished.

You should have known better. You’ve always known what Mattheo is like, how he moves through life as though people are disposable. But that night, it felt different.

Until the next morning, when he barely looked at you.

Until the silence stretched into days, then weeks.

The following day, you’re in the library when Theo walks in, Mattheo trailing behind him like a shadow. You freeze, your heart lurching as Mattheo’s gaze flickers to you.

His lips part like he might say something, but Theo claps him on the shoulder, drawing his attention away.

And just like that, it’s as though you don’t exist.

Your fingers curl into fists beneath the table, nails biting into your palms. The anger bubbling beneath your skin is almost enough to drown out the ache. Almost.

Later that night, there’s a knock on your door.

You open it, and there he is. Mattheo.

“What are you doing here?” you snap, not bothering to hide the bitterness in your voice.

“I—” He hesitates, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “I wanted to talk.”

“Now you want to talk?” You cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “After weeks of nothing? No texts, no explanations, not even a bloody apology?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he might walk away. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark curls.

“I messed up,” he says finally. “I didn’t know how to—”

“Save it.” Your voice cracks, betraying the hurt you’ve tried so hard to bury. “You don’t get to show up here and pretend like what you did was okay.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” His voice is soft, almost pleading.

“But you did,” you whisper. “You hurt me, Mattheo. And then you acted like it never happened. Like I never happened.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. His dark eyes search yours, but you’re done waiting for answers that will never come.

“You don’t get to do this anymore,” you say, stepping back. “You don’t get to keep me hanging on your every word, waiting for scraps of your attention.”

“Wait,” he says, reaching out, but you’re already closing the door.

This time, you don’t look back.

You cry that night, tears soaking into your pillow. It hurts—god, it hurts—but for the first time, you feel something else, too.

Freedom.

You’ll heal. Slowly, painfully, but you’ll heal. Without him.

And he’ll just be another lesson learned the hard way.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

AHHH THIS WAS PERFECTION, LEONA!! I SWEAR YOUR FICMAS HAS GOT MY HEART (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

“You’re wearing glasses.” Mattheo’s deadpan response: “I was reading. They help.”

STOP I’M GONE 😭😭 His dry humor is so on point.

“Why do they look like you stole them off of Dumbledore?”

HELLO??? THE AUDACITY AND THE ACCURACY. I was WHEEZING.

“Did you just compare me to Dumbledore?” “I mean, I’m not wrong,” you teased, gesturing vaguely in his direction.

The audacity! Comparing him to Dumbledore while sitting on his lap???

“Adorably blind.”

IMAGINE SAYING THIS TO HIS FACE?? AND HIM JUST TAKING IT WITH A SMIRK. *cough* WHIPPED *cough*

“Would you like to help me complete the look? You know, make me an actual dad?”

MA’AM. SIR. BOTH OF YOU—THIS IS ILLEGAL. SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING MYSELF OUT OF A WINDOW. THE WAY THIS MAN HAS NO CHILL?!?!

"You’re very… ruggedly handsome.” “Better,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. “Though I still think you’re avoiding the question.” “What question?” “About making me a dad,” he said, his smirk returning in full force.

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. I WOULD HAVE CHOKED ON AIR IF I WERE YOU.

This fic was a blessing to my serotonin-deprived brain, Leona! It had me giggling, kicking my feet, and blushing all at once.

FICMAS #10— GRANDPA GLASSES / mattheo riddle

december 28th

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary: how could you possibly resist teasing your boyfriend when he looks like he stole dumbledore’s glasses? you can’t!

warnings: fluff, established relationship, one sexual joke/innuendo

words: 866 (shortest one yet!)

a/n: no one can tell me that he wouldn't be adorable with glasses!

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You hadn’t noticed it at first. Mattheo was sitting on the worn leather armchair in the corner of the common room, the dim light from the nearby lamp pooling over his shoulders, with a book propped open in his hand. That wasn’t unusual—he read more often than most people gave him credit for. But your attention wasn’t on the way he looked so deeply engrossed, nor on the slight furrow of his brow as he followed the words on the page. No, your focus was entirely on the glasses perched on his nose.

He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps coming closer, dark curls falling into his eyes as he tipped his head toward you. “What?” he asked, frowning slightly.

You blinked, a slow grin spreading across your face as you perched yourself on the cushioned armrest. “You’re wearing glasses.”

He sighed, closing the book with one hand and setting it on the side table. “I was reading. They help.”

You blinked at him, trying and failing to suppress the amusement in your eyes. “I—sorry, I just—since when do you wear glasses?”

He rolled his eyes, his expression settling into something between amusement and exasperation. “Since always. I just don’t wear them around you because you’re distracting enough without me being able to actually see. What, you don’t like them?”

“No, it’s just—” You moved closer, eyes narrowing as you got a better look. “Why do they look like you stole them off of Dumbledore?”

That did it. His expression cracked, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He tilted his head, as if inviting you to keep going. “Dumbledore? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” you said, your grin widening. You reached out, tapping the rim of the glasses lightly with your finger. “These look ancient. Did you find them buried in the Chamber of Secrets or something? Be honest.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes in the most exaggerated way possible, but there was a lightness in his expression that made it clear he didn’t mind your teasing. “They’re just glasses, love. Not enchanted relics.”

You tilted your head, studying him. They kind of suit him. 

“They’re cute,” you admitted, watching the faintest flicker of surprise cross his face before he masked it. “Really. You look good in them.”

Mattheo scoffed. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” You slid down from the armest and onto his lap, peering at him with mock seriousness. “It’s just… they’re giving Dumbledore. Like, if Dumbledore went through a hot, brooding bad-boy phase.”

His eyes snapped back to you, a glint of amusement flickering in the brown. “Did you just compare me to Dumbledore?”

“I mean, I’m not wrong,” you teased, gesturing vaguely in his direction. “It’s the glasses. Very grandpa chic.”

“Grandpa chic?” He crossed his arms with an exaggerated sigh, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “You’ve got a real gift for compliments, you know that?”

“Oh, come on. You look adorable.” You shifted closer, poking lightly at his arm. “Adorably blind.”

“Adorably blind,” he repeated, his voice flat, though the playful gleam in his eyes betrayed him. “You’re hilarious. And for the record, I’m not blind. I just need them for reading.”

“Reading glasses?” you repeated, biting back a laugh. “Wow, Mattheo. You’re really leaning into the ‘dad’ aesthetic, huh?”

At that, his eyes darkened in that way they always did when he was about to say something completely inappropriate. The smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Dad aesthetic, you say? Would you like to help me complete the look? You know, make me an actual dad?”

Your laughter died abruptly, replaced by a scandalized gasp. “Mattheo!”

“What?” He shrugged, feigning innocence. “It was just a question.”

“It was not ‘just a question,’” you said, swatting his arm lightly. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I always know what I’m doing,” he quipped, leaning back against the chair with a satisfied grin, his hands caressing your thigh. “The question is whether you’d be down for it.”

“Mattheo Riddle,” you said, your voice stern despite the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “You are impossible.”

“And yet, you love me.” He reached up, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. The teasing edge in his voice softened, replaced by something quieter, more intimate. “Even when I wear grandpa glasses.”

You rolled your eyes, though your heart betrayed you with its rapid fluttering. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute?” He raised an eyebrow, his hand coming up to your waist to pull you closer. “I don’t do ‘cute.’”

“Okay, fine,” you said, your tone light and teasing as you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re very… ruggedly handsome.”

“Better,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. “Though I still think you’re avoiding the question.”

“What question?”

“About making me a dad,” he said, his smirk returning in full force.

You groaned, pushing yourself off of his lap. “And you’ve ruined it. Again.”

“I ruin nothing,” he called after you as you walked toward the dorms, your laughter echoing in the small space. “You love every second of it.”

And annoyingly, he wasn’t wrong.

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[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕 ‒ 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 , 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

scenario: leona decides to try out new things with you. controlling your orgasm seems to be his to-do list today.

tw: orgasm control (kinda? not sure lmao)

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"leo, pl-please let me release already!" you begged your boyfriend, but he only hushes you, lustful green eyes staring at you while he fist his dick with his hands. seconds later, white rope of cum shoots out from his dick, landing on your stomach and thighs. leona groans, feeling satisfied from being able to release his tight balls.

however, you left on a crying mess as your cunt pulses over nothing. just as you were about to feel the tight knot in your stomach snapping, leona pulled out immediately, breaking whatever that has been building up in you.

he has been doing this for sometime now, and it honestly frustrates you to the point that you had resorted to crying, hoping that your boyfriend would at least take pity on you and let you reach your high just once. "please leo, need you inside me. please fuck me harder. please don't leave me hanging." you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his dick closer to your pussy so that you could feel him inside you again.

leona sinks into you gracefully. he has returned back to his usual pace on fucking you hard, aiming to hit this particular spongy spot inside of you that just had your toes curling and seeing stars.

when you could finally feel the knot tightening in your stomach again, you tighten your legs around leona's hips as you pull him down for a kiss. with the way your little hole is spasming around him, he knows that you are dangerously close. this time, he increases his pace and fucks you hard on that spot, letting you release that tight knot inside you as you orgasmed hard. he fucks you through your way, not giving your cunt any rest.

it wasn't until you felt another build up, then leona pulls away, again. he breaks the kiss with you, watching your flushed face pant under him while he rubs his dick on your folds.

"well, you came rather fast on that spot. im going to explore and try other areas in your cunt right now. i just want to find your most vulnerable spot."

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔 ‒ 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

scenario: just because leona respects women, it doesn't mean that he is able to tolerate them. in his eyes, brats like you deserve to be punished.

tw: spanking, he slaps your pussyyy, fingering, brat taming (kinda)

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"the audacity of you to take advantage of my kindness and then treat me like shit?" leona's rough calloused hand came flying down to your ass, spanking the ball of fats as you wailed, mumbling apologies to the beastman, promising that you won't do it again.

"tsk, that's what you said the last time. one time is enough, i don't give second chances." another smack, causing you to cry even louder. all of these happened because you told everyone around you that leona is weak to girls. you meant for it be just a joke, but you haven't thought about how other people tease him for it. he barged into your room, locking the door while bending you over his lap with your skirt pulled down. and that's how he ended up reprimanding you and abusing your ass cheeks.

"seriously? you are getting wet over this?" leona spots a wet spot on your panties, and his questions were answered when you were indeed, leaking on his lap with your slick. he inserts a finger in, and immediately, your walls started clamping down onto his finger. leona could feel your breath hitching and what sounded to be like a moan coming out from your mouth.

he retracts his finger, giving your pussy a slap as your whole body jolt up from the impact. "hebivore, i am not going to give you what you want." his arm presses down on your body, holding you still as he continues his assault.

"now count the amount of times i had spanked you. make sure to do it as loud as possible. broadcast your screams like how you did to everyone about me."

[iamgonnagetyouback]

AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE!! LEONA I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE ITT

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stay out of your way. For now.”

Theo, darling, you can invade my kitchen, my thoughts, my LIFE anytime.

“No one’s ever baked for me before.”

Excuse me while I crawl under my bed and SOB because OH MY GOD 😭😭MY BABYY!!

“And yet,” he said, leaning closer, “you love me anyway.”

SHUT UP THEO. STOP BEING SO IRRESISTIBLY CHARMING. I’M DEAD. DEAD, I TELL YOU.

You’re an absolute genius, and I’m officially obsessed with soft!theo, leonnaaa!!!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

FICMAS #5— SALTY / theodore nott

theodore nott x reader

summary: theodore is so down bad that he is physically unable to tell you when your cooking is bad…

warnings: fluff, established relationship

words: 1.1k

a/n: getting back on schedule!

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Theodore Nott had always carried himself like a shadow. Quiet, deliberate, and never fully there, no matter how much space he occupied. That’s what made it so surprising when he fit into your home so effortlessly. Your family loved him—even your dad, who usually approached your boyfriends with the kind of silent scrutiny that could crumble a lesser man. Theo just smiled that soft, unassuming smile of his and charmed them all without even trying.

He’d been staying with you for a week now, his presence so natural that it felt like he’d always been there. You’d find him in the kitchen in the mornings, sipping tea and chatting with your mum. At night, he’d settle into the living room with a book or play chess with your dad, his brow furrowed in concentration. And then there were the quieter moments, the ones you liked best: him leaning against your bedroom doorframe, his eyes on you as you talked about nothing and everything, the easy silence that followed when words ran out.

It had been your idea to invite him for the holidays. He’d mentioned in passing that his dad’s estate felt empty this time of year, and the thought of him alone in that cold, sprawling manor made your chest ache. So you’d asked, your voice hesitant and hopeful, and when he said yes, the relief had been immediate and overwhelming.

Now, you were determined to make this week—this moment in your lives—as perfect as it could be. That’s why you were standing in the kitchen on a Tuesday afternoon, your sleeves rolled up and flour smeared on your cheek, determined to bake him cookies. You weren’t much of a baker, but Theo loved sweets, and the thought of him lighting up at something you made just for him was enough to keep you going.

“What are you doing in here?” his voice startled you, low and amused from the doorway.

You turned to see him leaning against the frame, his hair slightly mussed and his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweater. He looked so at home, so utterly comfortable, that your heart gave a little squeeze.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, moving to block his view of the counter. “Don’t look.”

His eyebrows lifted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You realize that makes me want to look even more, right?”

“Theo,” you warned, pointing a flour-covered finger at him. “If you ruin the surprise, I swear—”

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stay out of your way. For now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he backed away, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. Once he was gone, you turned back to the mixing bowl, your focus sharpening. The recipe was simple enough—butter, sugar, flour, and a handful of chocolate chips. What could go wrong?

When the cookies were finally in the oven, the kitchen smelled warm and inviting, the kind of smell that wrapped around you like a hug. You cleaned up the counter while they baked, feeling a little thrill of accomplishment. Maybe you weren’t hopeless in the kitchen after all.

When the timer went off, you carefully pulled the tray from the oven, the golden-brown cookies practically glowing in the light. They looked perfect. You couldn’t wait to see Theo’s face when he tried them.

You found him in the living room, sprawled on the couch with a book open on his lap. He looked up as you entered, his eyes softening when they landed on you.

“What’s this?” he asked, sitting up as you held out the plate of cookies.

“I made these for you,” you said, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Happy holidays.”

His expression shifted, surprise melting into something warmer, something that made your stomach flutter. “You baked for me?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Don’t make it a big deal, okay? I just thought you’d like them.”

“You’re amazing,” he said simply, taking the plate from your hands. “No one’s ever baked for me before.”

“Really? Nobody?”

“Not unless you count house-elves,” he said with a wry smile.

You watched as he picked up a cookie, turning it over in his hand like it was something precious. He took a bite, and for a second, his face didn’t move. Then his jaw worked slowly, his expression carefully neutral. His smile froze in place, but his eyes—his eyes gave him away. They widened, just a fraction, a flicker of something like panic crossing his features before he masked it.

“It’s… really good,” he said, his voice a touch higher than usual.

“Really?” You leaned closer, searching his face. “You’re not just saying that?”

His lips curled into a grin, even as he chewed with obvious effort. “Would I lie to you?”

“Yes,” you said flatly, narrowing your eyes. “Theo, are you—”

“Babe, I swear,” he interrupted, setting the plate on the coffee table. Before you could press him further, he leaned in, cupping your cheek with one hand and brushing his lips against yours.

The kiss was soft, quick, and completely disarming. For a moment, you forgot everything except the feel of him, the way his thumb stroked your cheek, the warmth of his lips against yours. But then a strange taste hit your tongue—not sweet, like you’d expected, but salty.

You pulled back, your eyes widening in realization. “Theo,” you said slowly, horror dawning on you. “Was there… was there salt in the cookies?”

He blinked at you, too calm for someone who’d just been caught. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god.” Your face burned as you clapped a hand over your mouth. “I can’t believe I…”

“They’re not that bad,” he said quickly, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not!” he insisted, grabbing another cookie. “Look, I’ll eat another one. See?” 

“Don’t you dare eat that.” You lunged for the plate, but he held it out of reach, grinning like a fool. 

“Too late,” he said, biting into it with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Delicious.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, and he laughed—a low, warm sound that sent your heart spiraling. “You’re the worst,” you muttered.

“And yet,” he said, leaning closer, “you love me anyway.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers, your cheeks still flushed, and he smirked. Damn him for being right.

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[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 ‒ 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 , 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

scenario: as the king of beast man, leona is known to be cold hearted and unforgiving. it's not a secret that the king loves to keep you, his mate, close to him at all times. leona cherishes you like a gem, but that comes with a price. he just love, love to see you cry.

tw: implied yandere, darcyphilia, dubcon, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex

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"i smell another beastman's scent on you." leona growls into your ear while slamming his dick back into your pussy. you threw your head back and screamed, feeling the painful yet pleasurable sensation of leona fucking your dry sex with his thick cock. leona did not even bother prepping you. right after the ball, he drags you back to your shared chamber before throwing you onto the bed, ripping your clothes off and inserting his dick into your sex.

your apologies were fallen into death ears as leona yanks your hair, making you look up at him. "are you actually feeling sorry? it's nice knowing that, but too bad for you, i don't care." his grip on your hair tightens, sending waves of pain to your hair roots. beads of tears started forming on your eyes, a few of them sliding down your cheeks as leona grins at the sight of you crying.

"that's right, my herbivore, cry for me, and i will forgive you."

the hand that was gripping onto your hair was released as it travels down to play with your right breast. his other hand plays with your left breast, both of his elbows propped beside you while he fucks you roughly from behind.

it would have been pleasurable -in fact it is- but leona decides to pinch your nipples so hard, its painful. every time he plays with your breast, the tip of his claws are harshly grazing onto your skin, leaving red and bloody marks on it. and with the way leona is pounding you from behind? it had you gripping onto the sheets tightly while you wailed.

whether was it from the pain that he had inflicted on your breast or the immense pleasure that his cock is giving you, you don't really know.

leona laughs when he sees you crying. your tears always ignite this fire inside him, a desire to destroy you by fucking you dumb. your pussy flutters around his cock continuously which sends him a wave of dizziness. his high on your pussy, and your tears just makes him even more obsessed.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ahhh, leona, your review just put the biggest smile on my face! 🥺💛 i’m so glad mattheo’s “good-boy grin” and harry’s “is this real life?” disbelief hit all the right spots for you—it was the exact chaos i wanted to bring! seriously, the thought of you giggling and kicking your feet has me giggling too. thank you for this adorable review; it just made my day a thousand times brighter!

𝟸𝚔 || 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You don't know what you were thinking when you invited Mattheo over for dinner with your family.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Mattheo Riddle x potter!Reader

You had no idea what you were thinking when you invited Mattheo Riddle to a family dinner. Maybe you’d gotten swept up in the idea of proving to Harry that Mattheo wasn’t all bad. Maybe you were trying to ease the tension after that disastrous hallway incident. Or maybe you were just in too deep with Mattheo’s charming smile and rebellious streak to think straight.

But now, standing in the middle of the bustling kitchen, you were starting to second-guess the entire plan.

"Everything will be fine," you muttered to yourself, adjusting the collar of your shirt and taking a deep breath.

"Fine?" Harry's voice came from behind you, laced with sarcasm. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You really think bringing him here is going to go over fine?"

"Shut up, Harry," you snapped, turning to face your older brother. "Mattheo’s trying. He’s not the monster you think he is."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, sure. Let’s just see how long he keeps up the 'perfect gentleman' act."

Before you could retort, the doorbell rang, and you both froze. You shot Harry a look, daring him to make a scene. "Behave," you hissed, and with that, you hurried to open the door.

There stood Mattheo, looking… surprisingly presentable. His normally messy curls were combed back, and he wore a crisp white shirt under a tailored jacket. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers, looking somewhat out of place but still managing a confident smirk.

"For your mum," he said smoothly, handing the bouquet to you as he stepped inside.

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Thanks. They’ll love it."

The two of you walked into the dining room, where Lily and James were already seated at the table. When Mattheo entered, they both looked up.

Lily beamed at him. "Oh, Mattheo, welcome! You look so handsome!" She stood to give him a hug, which he returned, albeit stiffly, clearly not used to such gestures.

"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Potter," Mattheo said, flashing his best smile. "The food smells wonderful."

Lily beamed at Mattheo like he was the most charming boy she’d ever met. “Oh, how sweet of you to be so respectful!” She smiled brightly. “You’re such a lovely guest.”

Harry looked like he might vomit. His eyes darted between his parents and Mattheo, sheer disbelief plastered on his face. “Lovely? Really? Lovely is the word we’re going with?”

Mattheo, ignoring Harry, nodded and sat down across from you, setting his gaze on your father next. "Mr. Potter, I mean, James… sir. Thank you for letting me join you for dinner tonight."

James gave a hearty chuckle, clapping Mattheo on the shoulder. "No need to be so formal, son. We’re happy to have you here." He shot you a wink, which made you smile despite yourself.

Harry, sitting next to Mattheo, was less than amused. He sat with his arms crossed, glaring suspiciously at every polite word that came out of Mattheo’s mouth.

"Can we just eat?" Harry grumbled, reaching for a roll, clearly eager to get this dinner over with.

Mattheo turned his best good-boy grin toward Lily. "Mrs. Potter, these mashed potatoes are divine. You must be an incredible cook, ma’am."

Lily blushed at the compliment. “Oh, thank you, Mattheo! You’re too kind.”

Harry groaned audibly, rolling his eyes so far back you were sure he could see his brain. "What is this, the Mattheo Riddle Fan Club?"

James shot his son a look. “Harry, behave. Mattheo’s our guest.”

You gave him a warning look, but Mattheo, to his credit, kept his cool. "I hope everything’s been going well with school, Harry," Mattheo said in an overly pleasant tone, trying to make conversation. "You must be busy with Quidditch practices, yeah?"

Harry’s eyes narrowed. "You really think this perfect act is fooling anyone?"

"Harry!" Lily snapped, looking mortified. "Where are your manners?"

Harry threw his hands up dramatically. "I’m just saying, you’re all acting like he’s some saint! Meanwhile, he’s—"

You kicked him hard under the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped, glaring at you with wide eyes.

"Shut it, Harry," you muttered through clenched teeth, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Harry scowled, rubbing his shin and glaring at you. “You know I could report this as abuse.”

“You’re being embarrassing,” you hissed back at him, but the grin you were trying to suppress was making it difficult to stay serious. “Just—shut up and eat your potatoes.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Harry muttered, but he slouched in his chair, sulking.

James cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to steer the conversation back to normal. "So, Mattheo, how are your studies going?" he asked, grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes and passing it around the table.

"Going well, sir," Mattheo replied smoothly, flashing a charming smile. "I’ve been keeping up with everything, though Defense Against the Dark Arts has been particularly challenging this year."

Lily nodded approvingly. "That’s good to hear. It’s a tough subject, but an important one."

Harry groaned loudly, rolling his eyes as he stabbed at his plate with his fork. "Oh please, are we really going to pretend like he doesn’t know every dark spell already?"

"Harry!" Lily exclaimed again, glaring at him.

Mattheo raised his eyebrows but didn’t take the bait. "I wouldn’t say that, Potter. There’s always something new to learn."

You glared daggers at Harry, who looked like he was on the verge of saying something else, and you quickly kicked him under the table again. He winced but wisely kept quiet this time.

“So, Mattheo,” Lily, said brightly, her eyes twinkling with interest. “Tell us more about your family. I’m sure your parents are very proud of you.”

Harry let out a snort so loud it was impossible to ignore. You shot him a glare, kicking him under the table. He winced, but you caught the smug look on his face as he returned to aggressively stabbing his mashed potatoes.

Mattheo, however, didn’t even flinch. He flashed your mum a dazzling, polite smile. “Well, Mrs. Potter, my family is a bit complicated, but I assure you, they’re very supportive.”

“Very supportive of what, exactly?” Harry muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. “World domination?”

"So, Mattheo," Lily began sweetly, clearly trying to change the subject to something lighter. "Do you have any plans for after school?"

Mattheo smiled. "I’ve been considering a career in magical law enforcement, actually."

James grinned. "Now that’s a solid plan!"

Harry, unable to contain himself anymore, snorted loudly. "Magical law enforcement? Really? Are you going to arrest yourself?"

"Harry!" you snapped, kicking him harder this time, making him yelp in pain.

Mattheo leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed, still wearing that annoyingly confident smirk. "If I do, I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you, Potter."

James burst out laughing, while Lily shook her head with an amused smile. Harry, however, looked ready to explode.

You couldn’t help but sigh, rubbing your temples. "I swear, one more word and I’m kicking you out, Harry."

"Me?" Harry sputtered dramatically, looking at your parents for support. "Am I the only one seeing the obvious here?"

James shook his head, a grin plastered across his face. "You’re overreacting, son."

"I’m not!" Harry insisted, throwing his arms in the air.

You reached under the table and gave him one final, decisive kick. He yelped again, glaring at you. "Fine," he muttered, stabbing at his food. "I’ll be quiet."

"So, sir..." Mattheo started.

James raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Mattheo’s attempt to be on his best behavior. “James,” he corrected with a grin. “No need to be so formal. We’re all family here.”

“Of course, sir—uh, I mean, James,” Mattheo stammered, correcting himself with a sheepish smile. You tried not to giggle as he tried so hard to appear proper. Mattheo Riddle being proper was not something you ever thought you’d witness.

Harry groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Dad, you can’t be serious right now.”

Lily shot him a disapproving look, her voice firm but motherly. “Harry, stop being so rude. Mattheo’s our guest.”

Harry threw his hands up, exasperated. “Guest? He’s—” he gestured wildly at Mattheo, who was still smiling as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, “—MATTHEO RIDDLE!”

You could practically hear the capital letters in Harry’s dramatic outburst.

“Oh, Mattheo, would you like more mashed potatoes?” Lily interrupted cheerfully, holding out the bowl.

“I’d love some, thank you, ma’am,” Mattheo replied, his manners perfectly intact. He reached for the dish, giving Lily a charming smile, which she seemed to find delightful.

Harry nearly exploded on the spot. “Ma’am?! Mum, are you really falling for this?”

Lily gave Harry a stern look, her voice firm. “Harry James Potter, if you don’t stop, you can excuse yourself from the table.”

“But—”

“I mean it.”

Harry slumped in his chair, grumbling something incomprehensible while you bit back a laugh. You’d never seen him this riled up, and it was honestly hilarious.

“You invited him here!” Harry continued, voice getting higher and more strained. “How are you all okay with this?”

“Harry!” you snapped, kicking him harder under the table. “Shut up!”

“Ow!” Harry glared at you, rubbing his shin. “You keep kicking me!”

“And I’ll keep doing it until you stop acting like a child,” you hissed back, offering him a sickly sweet smile before turning to your parents, who were pretending like they didn’t hear anything. “Sorry about that. Everything’s fine.”

James chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the chaos brewing between you and Harry. “This reminds me of the time Lily and I—”

“Dad, please,” Harry cut in, groaning in embarrassment. “Not now.”

Mattheo leaned over toward you and whispered, “You really need to keep him in check.” His lips curled into a grin, but it was the cocky tone that made you want to both laugh and shove him under the table.

You elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re not helping.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair as if he were already winning. “Just saying, darling.”

“I’m warning you—”

“So, Harry,” Mattheo said casually, his voice full of innocence but his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Any exciting Quidditch matches coming up? Maybe I’ll come cheer you on.”

Harry’s fork clattered to his plate. He stared at Mattheo, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—are you mocking me?”

Mattheo raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. “What? No, of course not. I’m just trying to be supportive. We’re family, after all.”

The sheer audacity left Harry speechless for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re not family!” he eventually spluttered. “You’re—you’re—”

“Your sister’s boyfriend?” Mattheo finished smoothly, flashing a cheeky grin.

Harry’s face turned red. You were about to intervene, but Mattheo leaned toward you, his voice low. “He’s really easy to rile up.”

You smirked, elbowing him lightly. “That’s because you’re being impossible.”

He shot you a wink. “I thought that was part of my charm.”

Before Harry could combust, Lily clapped her hands together, clearly determined to keep the peace. “Well, it’s been such a lovely dinner, hasn’t it? We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Merlin, no.”

Ignoring your brother’s dramatics, you kicked Mattheo under the table this time, though a small smile played at your lips. “Behave.”

Mattheo grinned back at you, his smug expression not fading for a second. “Anything for you, love.”

Across the table, Harry made a sound of pure exasperation. "I can’t believe this is my life."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Get used to it, Harry."

And honestly? You were okay with that.

thank you so much for the idea @dwvilchildd!!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Leona!! Congrats on 1k!! ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡

You deserve every bit of it, and I’ll definitely be flooding you with requests—prepare yourself! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭

Here's to many more milestones! 🥂🧁🥂

LEONA-HAWTHORNE’S 1K CELEBRATION

hi my loves! last month, i hit 1k followers on here!! and that was a complete shock because i truly never expected this blog to really go anywhere, so i’m extremely grateful for all of the support i’ve received in the past couple months. i wanted to have a fun little celebration to celebrate this milestone because why not?

again, thank you to anyone who has ever read my work, enjoyed, commented, reblogged, showed support. i appreciate you more than you know. you’re what keeps me motivated to keep writing 🤍🥹💋

with all that being said, welcome to my 1k celebration!!

link for book browsing

RULES:

anyone can participate, and i mean anyone. followers, mutuals, non-followers, etc. you can be an anon as well

you may ask for as many things as you like but i’d appreciate if you sent them in separate asks

asks for drabbles can be as spicy, fluffy, angsty as you’d like, but please be sure to check my request rules first <3

be patient with me please :)

tagging some of my mutuals who have shown me support 💋

@pizzaapeteer @iamgonnagetyouback @nottswitch @2dloveshp @nottsangel @redeemingvillains @sp7-mr @iris-qt @amongemeraldclouds @evaslytherpuff @allurearia @riddleriddles @rafesthroatbaby @slytherinslut0 @finalgirllx @girllblogging777 @doremimosasol @sylviaonyx @ahqkas @anawritez-posts @torturedserpentine @avrizl @artytaeh @theeslutintheroom @annaisabookworm @eternalbuckley @eternalbuckley @blondwhxrewrites @0luv9 @westcanaan82 @weasleyreidstyles @musingsofahufflepuff @moonpascal @papercorgiworld @urfavfrenchgrl

[iamgonnagetyouback]

LEONA!!! AHHH, thank you soooo much!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) You’re the sweetest, and your support means the world to me!! EEEK, I’m so beyond grateful and excited for all of this—it honestly still feels like a dream come true (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

I can’t WAIT to dive into your requests!! Your ideas are always amazing, so get ready for lots of fun fics coming your way soon! ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ Thank you for being such an amazing part of this milestone, lovely!! EEE!! (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

ɪᴠʏ'ꜱ 1ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Oh my goodness, everyone. I’m honestly in shock—I just hit 1k followers today, and I feel so incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. I never could have imagined that my little corner here would turn into such a warm, welcoming space, filled with the most amazing people. Thank you for being here, for your kindness, for sharing in my fics, my ramblings, and every small joy and moment in between. It’s a dream come true, and I feel so lucky to have all of you here with me.

To celebrate, I’ve decided we should do something special because this truly feels like such a big milestone. Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, you’ve made this space a little brighter, and I’ll forever be grateful for that. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for making this journey so memorable.

Here’s to many more memories together. 🥂

ꜱɴᴏᴡᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ⛄️

Tell me a bit about yourself—your likes, dislikes, favourite movie/book, and ideal winter date—and I’ll match you with a character from my favourite fandoms.

ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ 🦪

Tell me your favorite trope, character, and song, and I’ll write a short drabble based on it!

ꜰʀᴏꜱᴛ ʙɪᴛᴇ ❄️

Choose a prompt from the list and a character, and I’ll write a little drabble for you based on it!

ꜱᴜʀꜰ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ 🏄🏻‍♀️

Think of a character and a situation, and I’ll create a moodboard to capture the vibe.

ᴛɪᴅᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴇꜱ 🌊

Pick a character and a trope, and I’ll suggest some fics for it—either my own or by some of my favourite writers.

ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ

⋆ Everyone is welcome to join in, and I’m excited to see your requests!

⋆ Please send different requests in separate messages to help me keep track.

⋆ Taking a quick look at these will help things go smoothly for us both.

⋆ I see and appreciate each message—sending requests multiple times can slow things down.

⋆ I’ll be getting to everyone, but I also have responsibilities outside of Tumblr. Your patience means the world.

Thank you all for being part of this! Your support truly makes this celebration special.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Aww, cats have that magic, don't they? It's like they just know how to melt your heart with their fluffy cuteness and judgy little stares.

I'm doing great too, just sitting here, imagining a world where cats rule everything… which, let's be honest, they already do!

HELLOOO LEONA!

Just popping in to ask the most important questions of the day: How are you doing? Have you stayed hydrated today? Because you’re 70% water and 100% amazing, and I care about both percentages equally! 💖

THE CAT IM CRYING I LOVE KITTIES SO MUCH

this is so cute, i’m doing very well today, how about you? 🥰