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so many people write mattheo to be a cold-hearted, womanizing bastard and while i absolutely love reading that mattheo (đ), i am a firm believer that heâd be the biggest sweetheart when youâre dating him.
donât get me wrong, he would absolutely be a cold hearted womanizing bastard⊠at first. after meeting you, heâd still be reserved, arrogant, rude. but somehow, you manage to sneak past the steel barriers he has surrounding his heart.
and when he realizes this, heâd push you away in every way possible. you offer him your notes when he misses class? âfuck off, i donât need them. trust me, iâve got a hundred other lap dogs doing that shit for me.â
and his heart would break a little when heâd see your confused frown, but heâd push the guilt down. love is vulnerability. vulnerability is weakness. thatâs what he was taught and thatâs what he lived by.
but oh, youâre just too perfect. your pretty little face, your sweet voice, the way your eyes light up when youâre talking about muggle studies or baby rabbits, the way you refuse to leave your dorm without your lucky jewlery. it melted the ice around his heart. he never stood a chance.
so heâd give into your affections at some point. and yes, heâd be the scary, possessive boyfriend everyone expects. heâd throw a punch at anyone who dared to touch you wrong or even look at you wrong. but thatâs just the mattheo everyone knows. the mattheo you know is a sweetheart. never allowing you to open your own door or pull out your own chair, braiding your hair for you or helping you put it up at night, spoiling you with every candy, piece of clothing, and stuffed animal you want, tying your shoelaces for you, calling you princess.
and let me tell you, this man is the biggest whore for cuddles. he tells you that sleeping in your presence keeps the nightmares at bay and while thatâs true, the real reason why he wonât sleep without cuddles is because he simply needs to feel you as close as possible. he needs your hands playing with his hair or your nails scratching his back. and you canât even try stopping the movements of your hands because trust me, he is an incredibly annoying whiner. âbabyyyy keep going.â
skin-to-skin cuddling is even better. heâll take his shirt off and force you to do the same, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back into his chest. itâs not sexual; he just needs to feel you as close to him as possible, and your bare skin against his just happens to be the closest thing he has to crawling inside your skin and living there.
my point here is basically that mattheo riddle is a soft boy when heâs in love and i will die on this hill!
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i cant argue with a sad brown eyed boy, whatever u say beautiful
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âł soft!mattheo because heâs just the best
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â© he has a diary full of sketches, poems, random quotes and all of his thoughts. itâs messy but somehow beautifully artistic just like him
â© he is good at everything he tries and by that i truly mean everything. play guitar ? he taught himself. drawing ? he never took any classes but still manages to be talented. however, he doesnât brag and prefers to keep his talents to himself
â© i lied when i said heâs good at everything. he sucks at board games (sorry not sorry.) try playing monopoly with him and heâll just send the game flying and shout about how âcapitalism sucks anywayâ
â© i donât know who started the adhd and bipolar headcannon but it makes SO MUCH sense. sometimes he forgets to take his meds and ends up having enough pent up energy and rage for the whole slytherin house
â© he hates reading. unlike his friends who do, he canât concentrate for more than a couple of minutes because of his adhd and reading is probably his biggest nightmare.
â© speaking of nightmares, he has those often. this man hasnât had a proper night of sleep in years because of insomnia and memories of the past haunting him in his sleep. thatâs why youâre most likely to find him at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night.
â© the biggest marvel fan youâll ever meet. heâs obsessed with spiderman and could talk about the mcu for hours, itâs cute to see him so excited about something.
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a/n : just some of my late night thoughts ! iâm also thinking about making some of these but about dating him, tell me if youâd be interested <3
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M.R. || Is your father at home?
Summary: Mattheo would risk himself for you, even if he had to invade your house... Warnings: Obscnity, +18, cute.
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His family didn't hate him. No, Mattheo was the son of the Dark Lord, and although this guaranteed respect, it was not enough to make them want his constant presence. Especially when this approach involved a relationship with one of his daughters - as in your case.
Your father was always quite permissive with the boys you went out with, as long as they came from good families and were pure-blood, of course. But everything changed when rumors came to his ears that you were involved with Mattheo. A boy with a dark history, practically without a family and, worse, of mestizo blood. The news was like throwing gasoline into the fire.
It was a cold night, and the shadows of the garden trees stretched through the windows of the mansion, almost mixing with the tense air of the dining room. The oppressive silence was broken by the crack of his father's voice, who, taken by a poorly contained fury, threw the words into the air as curses.
- If I find out that you're still dating this boy, I swear by everything that you'll be taken out of that school, are you listening to me? - His voice was deep, cutting, echoing through the stone walls. He barely touched the food in front of him; the knuckles of his fingers were white, squeezing the wine glass as if he was going to crush it at any moment.
You nodded, the words stuck in your throat, knowing that facing him at that moment would be useless. But, of course, obedience was never your forte. Someone's blood status or family reputation were never factors that mattered to them, as long as the person next to them brought happiness. And Mattheo brought it.
Disobeying your father was easy; it was difficult to keep the relationship secret. Not only did you keep going out with him, but you also accepted his request to be your girlfriend. It was an intoxicating feeling of freedom, but it also brought complications. You couldn't be seen together in public, you couldn't even walk around the school with the carefreeness of the other couples. His family had eyes everywhere - colleagues, diners, security guards. It was as if they were always lurking, ready to report any slip of yours.
In Hogwarts, the situation was not much better. Each meeting turned into a mission: an exchange of glances in the corridor, hands that touched for brief moments in the middle of a crowd, whispers in the dark between the empty corridors. Sometimes, you had the help of friends, accomplices in secret, who covered your tracks or distracted the most attentive. It was a dangerous game, but it only made everything more intense.
With the arrival of the summer holidays, his father, for the first time in months, seemed relaxed. I believed I could finally stop worrying about you and that boy. After all, what could Mattheo do now, away from Hogwarts and under the constant surveillance of his family? No boy would be stupid enough to try something... Right?
Wrong. Mattheo, of course, would try. And without hesitation.
At the beginning of the holidays, your father even became the man with whom you always had a good relationship. The weight of that explosive discussion was, little by little, dissipating, and he was more affectionate, more attentive. The meals at the long wooden table became less tense again. He even smiled from time to time, and you realized that, even suspicious, he seemed satisfied to believe that you had obeyed him. But behind this relief, he still kept one ear standing, always attentive, watching, suspicious.
That particular night, the silence was absolute in the house, interrupted only by the soft sound of the pages of his book. You were already lying down, the blankets comfortably pulled up to your shoulders, and the moonlight entered through the window, bathing the room in a pale and reassuring light. The whole house seemed wrapped in a peaceful stillness, as if everyone had lowered their guards, just for a moment.
Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed when you heard the familiar sound of the wood creaking as you opened. Your father came in, wearing a smile that seemed genuinely affectionate, something you hadn't seen for some time. He approached the bed with a sparkle in his eyes that, despite everything, still brought that usual paternal pride.
- Good night - he said, his voice low and almost sweet. - Sleep well. - Before leaving, he took one last look, as if he was making sure that everything was in order, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
You let out a sigh of relief, turning your eyes to the book. But a few minutes later, a soft noise in the window caught his attention. It was a sound that shouldn't be there - as if something was scratching the glass. His heart raced, but not from fear.
You threw the book aside and got up slowly, foot by foot, to the window. As you approached, the darkness outside seemed to move, and then you saw him. Mattheo, with a crooked smile on his face, hanging precariously on the parapet. His heart jumped, between disbelief and euphoria.
He had somehow dribbled the property's protection spells, passed through the muggle world and all the security guards in his house, and climbed to his bedroom window - all just to see her. It was insane, dangerous, and you couldn't help but smile.
You quickly unlocked the window, trying not to make noise. The cold air of the night came in with a breath, you stretched out your hand, your eyes meeting Mattheo's for a brief second, before helping him balance and enter.
He crawled through the window with an almost feline agility, his clothes crumpled and his hair misaligned, but with that intense and determined look that made his heart race. As soon as his feet touched the bedroom floor, he straightened up, taking a deep breath, before pulling her into a tight hug, as if the few days apart were an eternity.
You moved away just enough to look at him, your eyes still shining with surprise and happiness.
- How did you get here? - he whispered, trying to contain his laughter as he pulled him further into the room towards the bed. - If my father knows that... I can't even imagine what he would do.
Mattheo smiled, that confident smile that always managed to make you forget everything around you. He ran his hands through his messy hair, fixing himself a little, as if the little adventure was something trivial.
- I'm smarter than he thinks. - he said, his voice down as he got closer.
His heart was still beating fast, both for the adrenaline and for the relief he seemed to transmit so easily.
His lips met his in a slow kiss, but full of intensity. The electricity in the air mixed danger and desire, as if the world outside was about to collapse, but at that moment, everything was exactly where it should be. His hands wrapped around Mattheo's neck, afraid that he would move away, pulling him closer.
Soon, the touches between you became more urgent, almost hungry. It had been some time since you were alone, and the holidays had increased the distance between you. His hands explored his curves, as if he wanted to record in memory every inch of his body in light grips and caresses under his pajamas.
Mattheo walked away, moving his mouth down his jaw and neck, depositing kisses on his hot skin. You, however, could only wrap your fingers between the wavy strands of his hair, sighing at every touch of him on you.
- I missed you so much... - Her skin shivers just with how his breath hits her, the confession makes her heart and body melt completely.
In a quick impulse, you felt him lift you up on your lap, and that pulled you a muffled laugh as it was carried to your bed. Mattheo carefully deposited you so as not to make noise, his body relaxed as he placed himself between his legs and leaned over you.
His hands touched him again, but this time his fingers groped up to the bar of his shirt, pulling the fabric up, and then you could finally feel your boyfriend's skin under your hands. Mattheo smiled mischievously at the way you stared at his body after being exposed. The icy air that had entered through the window previously had already dissipated with the heat that radiated from their bodies, the weak light that came from the clear sky through the window made it even more beautiful in your eyes, completely hypnotized with it leaning over you again.
His hands explored his body, taking off every piece that prevented him from seeing you, except for his lingerie, at the same time that his legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even more against him. Your skin heating up even more against him, feeling how slippery you could get just by having him kissing you and running his hands over you.
For a moment, Mattheo moved his face away from his just to be able to observe his eyes when he took one of his hands to the middle of his legs, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric that still covered his skin, feeling how hot and humid it looked there now. A smile formed on his face in response, while you just squeezed your legs around his hand and sighed deeply.
- Always needy for me. - He still whispers with a smile convinced of the effect he had on his body.
That feeling was making you desperate, getting even more tearful when you felt the distance from the fabric, leaving the expectation of feeling something. But he didn't, Mattheo was fascinated by the way his hips moved trying to find more contact with his fingers, in addition to his sighs and low moans that he made a point of swallowing with a deep kiss.
However, the electricity in his body increased even more when, during the kiss, you feel him slide one of his fingers into his folds, slowly and steadily at first, exploring every detail of his walls that, for Mattheo, seemed tighter than he remembered. His lips went back down your neck, clavicles and finally reaching your breasts, just enjoying every little noise that was emitted by you.
Maybe it was the high number of weeks you were without seeing him, after all, you used to go fast, but not that way. Mattheo's lips on his body and his agile fingers working hard on his nerve point seemed to be enough to make you float, given that his legs were already tense and his walls closing around his fingers.
Upon noticing his body's reactions, Mattheo decides to slow down, provoking you to the limit, something common between the two of you. His eyes met and you could see how dark and deep his eyes were, how hungry he seemed to be for you, to the point of even using the friction with the covers to gain some kind of attention, while watching his body squirm under him.
- Matty, please... - Your voice comes out more desperate than you would like, longing for him to go back to making those heavenly movements on you.
In response, he just attacks your lips, completely moving his hand away from you. At that moment, you could swear that you were no longer in this world, letting your mind travel through the black and wavy hair that you loved so much to curl in your fingers. His mind returning only with the muffled noise of the belt jingling that quickly undid, with that, his hands flew to the buttons of the pants that Mattheo wore, anticipating his movements.
He smiled against his lips, but soon walking away and standing in front of the bed to remove the remaining clothes. You stood on your elbows, watching his every movement, practically drooling over the image that appeared to you now.
Even before Mattheo got back closer to the bed, you got up in front of him, but quickly falling on his knees, something that only made Mattheo squirm more against his own hand, which was soon replaced by his fingers and soft lips in wet kisses.
Her hair began to go around her boyfriend's fingers, who used it to keep control over her head. In a sudden movement, Mattheo felt you put it entirely in your mouth, tipping your head back with the sensation, trying to contain any eventual noise that wanted to come out of it.
The fact that he had you in front of him in his room, with his parents sleeping a few doors away, seemed to make everything even better. Having sex in situations like this was not really unusual for both of you, but now it definitely seemed euphoric, wrong and so exciting that only that made you get closer to your orgasms even faster than usual.
The movements of his lips brought him back, becoming a little faster and deeper, it was possible to feel his throat around him. This seemed too much even for Mattheo, who used to have an absurd control over himself. He held his hair tighter, pulling it out of him, seeing how his lips were shiny, combined with a small ligament of saliva bursting with the distancing.
- Look what you do to me, damn it. - He said low while smiling at the way he was now. You got up, kissing him again, but he walked away, just resting his forehead against yours and feeling his panting breath. - Bend over on the bed.
Your body fulfills that request as if it were being controlled by him, turning and bending over the soft mattress, without any concern of being so exposed, Mattheo had already seen you from almost all angles, attracting himself to each of them.
With your spine curved upwards and your face on the quilts, you feel it approaching, getting electric just with a light contact of his fingers curling around the waistband of your last piece, dragging it down on your legs.
- So beautiful. - Mattheo murmurs to himself when he notices a large mirror on the other side of the room, showing him the perfect scene, while he positions himself at his entrance.
Merlin, you wanted to shout his name when you started to feel him come in. Anyway, you couldn't contain a moan even though you were muffled on the fluffy blankets, letting out a tearful moan, the one Riddle loved to hear.
Little by little, he was deeper, finally staying there until you got used to his size. For him, it was like being completely crushed, feeling you pulsate around him and watching his lips be bitten in an attempt to remain silent. But he moved again, calmly at first, but increasing the pace while holding firmly on his hips.
And in some time, you were at the pace you were used to. Mattheo went fast and deeply, always being careful not to emit any sound between their bodies, even though he longed so much to hear them. He alternated his eyes between his body in bed and the image projected in the mirror: you in a complete mess, messy hair and slightly shiny body of sweat. Suddenly, he pulls you by the waist, leaving you standing, back on his chest, without stopping moving against you.
Your eyes were heavy, you were about to feel that wonderful sensation, but he made a point of prolonging the torture. His head hung to rest on his shoulder, but a strong hand grabbed his face in a hurry, making you wake up and see what he saw.
- Oh, fuck, Matty... - You gaspe while he smiles devilically on the skin of your neck, a little marked for you to worry only the next day.
- Ssh, you don't want your parents to hear you say these things, do you, love? - His warm breath hits your skin like gasoline in a fire. - Your father would kill me if he even dreamed of what I do with his beautiful daughter, wouldn't he? Even more under the same roof.
You only have the strength to wave positively, since he would not accept mere silence as an answer.
The movements didn't stop even for a second, in addition to one of his hands going down your belly, reaching where you needed it most, pressing precise circles in place, taking you even higher, while your nails squeezed Mattheo's arm, leaving small half moons in his extension.
His mind at this point was hazy and heavy, lying on his shoulder once again, letting himself be carried away by all the stimulus he gave you.
Mattheo could feel you approaching, it was so wonderful for him. It was as if your body restarted after each orgasm, as if he was always the first to touch you, always the cause of that. The image he watched was the most beautiful he had ever seen, you let yourself be freed, spilling all that liquid that he loved to see flowing between the two of you. Giving him the endorsement to finally paint his fair walls.
His legs just trembled, making you lean on the bed between muffled laughter when he freed himself from you. Mattheo held you to the bathroom, helping you clean yourself before they go back to bed and you rest your head on his chest, just feeling affection on your shoulder and enjoying the heat of his body under the covers.
Lying under the covers, the soft light of the moon filtered through the window, creating a magical and intimate environment. You looked at Mattheo and, with a mischievous smile, asked:
- How did you manage to get into my family's property?
He laughed, a sound that melted his heart.
- Secrets, my love. I can't reveal everything, or you'll find out.
- I missed you so much - you said, the sincerity in your voice transpiring. - I love you.
- I love you too - he replied, pulling you closer. With your head resting on your chest, you soon began to fall asleep, wrapped in the heat of the moment.
But while you slept, Mattheo remained awake, gently stroking your hair. The thoughts consumed him. How he wished things were different. I wish I could take you out, give gifts, kiss her in public without fear of the consequences. My heart tightened when you remembered the furtive nights, when you saw other boys flirting with you. The idea of his parents opening the door at any time left him in a constant state of alert, between challenge and fear.
Earlier, Theodore had revealed a conversation he had heard between his father and Mr. Not. He was talking about introducing you to a boy from a good family, someone he had already chosen. Every word resonated like a blow to his heart. The possibility of losing you was unbearable, and the frustration grew.
While you, unaware of your agony, slept peacefully, your breathing soft and serene, he looked at you, the beauty of your innocence making him promise that he would fight for both of you, no matter what happened. The determination grew inside him. Even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, the love he felt became his strength.
And so, while you dreamed, he stayed there, vigilant, dreaming of a future where they could be together.
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being mean ౚৠm. riddle
ౚৠmattheo riddle x reader
ౚৠpure smut no plot
ౚৠ18+, nsfw, SMUT, fingering, degradation, slight impact play?
ౚৠiâm so actually terrified of publishing smut but i really wanted to get out my comfort zone and try it out. this is the first smut iâve actually sat down and written with the intent to post it so iâm so sorry if itâs a little boring đ iâm still trying to get used to writing it without just making it too cringey or self-indulgent. also, please please please let me know if i missed any warnings! still trying to figure out what i do and donât put in there
thinking about mattheo being extra mean to you when he fucks you one day.
you couldnât blame him, though you didnât really want to blame him either. you didnât mind much. he minded. he had woken up late, draco had been more irritating than usual, and god, donât get him started on quidditch practice, so of course he was in a bad mood. thank god for you. you, his perfect, innocent little angel who took him oh so well.
in this particular moment, you were laid up against him, your back tight against his chest, his fingers buried deep inside you. it was embarrassing, really, how he managed to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you so quickly, though itâs not like you could help it. he was just too good.
âgonna cum, matty,â you whined, small mewls pulling from your mouth as he repeatedly bullied into that perfect, sensitive spot inside of you.
he let out a small scoff, glaring down at you, âyouâre gonna cum? you need to cum?â he pouted mockingly, delivering a harsh smack to your ass, pulling another strained whimper from you. âdirty slut. you better be able to keep going after this. i swear to fuck, if you decide to stop just because you managed to get off...â
there was something strange about the way he said it. maybe it was the way he was mean to you like that, maybe it was the way that you knew he didnât really mean it. sure, he might be a little irritated if you decided to stop, but heâd never push you.
you couldnât deny that, even when he was like this, mean and cruel, his eyes a harsh wall, fluctuating between apathetic and angry, you loved it. you loved him.
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# SWEET LITTLE LIES ; mattheo riddle
â tell me sweet little lies â
PAIRING! mattheo riddle x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS! mattheo riddle expects to be met with familiar scents of parchment and rain. instead, he's stunned to recognize the fragrance of (name)
WORD COUNT! 2.2k
WARNINGS! none, maybe ooc mattheo since itâs my first time writing for him
NOTES! best read in the true blue mode
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THE DIMLY LIT CLASSROOM OF POTIONS BUZZED WITH THE SUBDUED MURMURS OF STUDENTS AS THEY TOOK THEIR SEATS, THE SOUND ECHOING OFF THE COLD, STONE WALLS. The weather outside stormed wildly, the winter snow freezing the windows of the castle and covering the land with a white blanket. It was a clear sign that Christmas was coming soon. Maybe even sooner than expected. Flickering torches cast dancing shadows, adding to the room's eerie ambiance. The long, wooden tables were neatly arranged in rows, each one equipped with cauldrons and an assortment of ingredients that glistened in the low light.
The scent of musty parchment and various potions' ingredients lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of damp stone. Professor Slughorn, with his rotund figure and genial demeanor, bustled about the room, his jovial laughter cutting through the tension as he waited for the students to take their seats. His eyes twinkled behind his spectacles as he greeted each student personally with a huge amount of enthusiasm.
As you settled into your seat, you could feel the cool air from the dungeon's depths and outside's snow, a stark contrast to the warm, humid air that rose from the simmering cauldrons. The anticipation was palpable, each student eager yet apprehensive about the complex potion they were about to brew. No potion was easy, after all, and the one before Christmas break was the actual opposite of easy.
Mattheo Riddle slipped into a seat near the back, his expression as inscrutable as ever. You caught his eye for a fleeting moment before looking away, a shiver running down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. The atmosphere was thick with concentration and a hint of tension, as everyone prepared to prove their skills in the demanding environment of the Potions dungeon.
Professor Slughorn clasped his hands together, a gleam of excitement in his eyes, as he addressed the class once everyone was ready to begin with the lesson. "Good afternoon, my dear students! Today, we have a particularly enchanting potion in our hands. We'll be brewing Amortentia! Anybody knows what Amortentia is?"
A ripple of murmurs spread through the room as students exchanged curious glances. Hermione Granger's hand shot up eagerly, and Professor Slughorn nodded in her direction. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
The girl straightened in her seat, her voice confident as she replied, "Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence, sir. It causes a powerful infatuation or obsession in the drinker. However, it's not truly love, but rather an intense and temporary obsession."
Professor Slughorn beamed at her response, pleased with her as always. "Excellent, Miss Granger! Five points to Gryffindor for your impeccable knowledge. Indeed, Amortentia is a potion that has been the subject of many cautionary tales throughout history. But fear not, today we shall handle it with the utmost care and respect for its potency."
As Professor Slughorn's cheerful voice echoed through the dungeon, assigning partners for the upcoming project, you listened with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Names were called, pairs formed, until finally, he reached the one that made your heart skip a beat.
"And for Miss [Last name]," Professor Slughorn announced, scanning the room with a thoughtful expression, "I think it's only fitting to pair you with Mr. Riddle."
A hush fell over the room as all eyes turned towards you and Mattheo. You could feel the weight of their gazes, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. Of course they'd stare, he was the Dark Lord's son. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you exchanged a brief, uncertain glance with Mattheo, his expression unreadable as always.
Professor Slughorn clapped his hands together, breaking the tension with his trademark joviality. "There we have it, ladies and gentlemen! Partners assigned, let the festivities begin!"
When the class dissolved into activity, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that clouded your mind. Being partnered with Mattheo Riddle for a project meant spending more time in his presence, meaning being surrounded by the rumors that circled around him like bees circled flowers. Once people talked, no one could stop it.
And Mattheo Riddle had a reputation of his own to own.
Said Riddle approached your desk with a measured stride, his expression guarded yet polite, never actually showing what was on his mind. He took the seat beside you, and a light scent of cinnamon greeted your senses as you acknowledged each other with a nod.
Clearing his throat, the Slytherin turned towards you, his voice carefully neutral. "[Last name]," he began, his eyes never once breaking the eye contact he held from the start, "do you happen to know what ingredients we need for the Amortentia potion?"
You glanced up from the parchment which contained the names of the ingredients you'd need for the potion, meeting his gaze with a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah," you replied softly, your tone gentle yet confident. "We'll need powdered moonstone, a sprig of peppermint, Ashwinder egg, rose thorns and petals, and some of the pearl dust."
Mattheo's eyebrows lifted, clearly being impressed when you named the ingredients without even having to look at the parchment. "Let's gather the ingredients and get started then, shall we?"
And with that, you began to brew the potion, your movements synchronized as you both worked side by side, each lost in your own thoughts yet connected by the shared task of the potion brewing before you two.
The ambient noise of the dungeonâa blend of bubbling cauldrons and hushed conversationsâcreated a cocoon of privacy around your shared workspace.
You reached for the powdered moonstone, your fingers brushing Mattheo's briefly as he handed you the jar. A quick glance passed between you, and you'd been surprised at how this even happened. You know Mattheo is careful enough to not touch anyone, unless absolutely necessary (doesn't apply to his friends and people he's got a problem with). Carefully, you measured the moonstone and added it to the cauldron, watching as the shimmering powder dissolved into the bubbling liquid.
Next came the peppermint. Mattheo's hands were steady as he delicately placed the sprig into the cauldron, the potion emitting a soft, iridescent glow. His focus was intense, his usual guarded expression softened by the concentration and when his brows furrowed, creating frown lines between them, you couldn't help but admit to yourself he's rather breathtaking when he's not throwing daggers with his glare.
"Just a bit of rose petals left," you said in concentration, eyes following the Slytherin's movements. Mattheo nodded, holding the small vial with care. As he added the final ingredient, the potion swirled, releasing a heady aroma that made your heart race. You expected to smell the familiar scents of home - fresh pine, baked goods, and the flowery smell of fields. Yet, you inhaled a completely different mix of scents, confusing you to the roots. Cigarettes, jasmine, and the strong cologne Mattheo was wearing, along with cinnamon.
You turned to him with a frown etched on your face while your eyes searched his. "Did you try to drown yourself in your cologne today?"
The boy next to you blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden accusation. "What? No," he replied while leaning closer to you. "I barely used any."
"They why do you reek of it?"
Mattheo's brown irises flickered to the potion, then back to you. "I could ask you the same thing. Your perfume can be smelled in the whole classroom."
The cogs in his head started to whirl as the thought about it and for better reassurance, Mattheo leaned above the bubbling cauldron and inhaled deeply, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized a scent that clearly resonated with what he just said. He glanced at you, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flickering in his eyes. For a brief moment, the walls he had carefully built around himself seemed to crumble, revealing a vulnerability that caught you off guard to see.
He cleared his throat, breaking the silence he created without any intention. "Looks like we brewed it right," he exclaimed, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something unspoken. You nodded, feeling a similar mix of emotions as you looked into the softly glowing pink potion.
Professor Slughorn, who had been making his rounds through the classroom, examining potions and asking students to describe the scents they perceived, finally approached your table. His joyful demeanor brightened further as he peered into your cauldron, a look of pleased surprise spreading across his face as he clapped his hands at the sight.
"Ah, splendid work, you two! This is the best brew I've seen yet," he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Such a perfect example of Amortentia! Now, tell me, Mr. Riddle, what scents do you detect?"
Mattheo hesitated, his eyes flicking to you briefly before he focused on the potion again. He took a deep breath, the familiar and intoxicating aroma washing over him. "I smell parchment," he began, his voice steady, "and fresh rain... andâ" He paused, his gaze meeting yours, something vulnerable flickering in his eyes. "And a hint of wildflowers, like the ones near the edge of the Forbidden Forest."
Slughorn's eyebrows lifted in delight. "Marvelous! Wildflowers, you say? Such an evocative scent, isn't it?" He turned his attention to you, clearly curious. "And you, my dear? What do you smell?"
You swallowed hard, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks under the intensity of both Slughorn's and Mattheo's gazes. "I... I smell the smoke of cigarettes," you said, concentrating on the whirl of scents, "and something soft, like... jasmine, and a hint of something spicy. Cinnamon, perhaps.â
Slughorn clapped his hands together, beaming. "Excellent, both of you! You've captured the essence of Amortentia beautifully. Your potion reflects a deep, personal connection to the scents you hold." He nodded approvingly and moved on to the next table, leaving you and Mattheo in a charged silence.
As the professor's attention shifted elsewhere, you found yourself staring into the cauldron, the shimmering potion a reminder of the truths it had revealed rather than a simple love potion. Mattheo's description lingered in your mind - wildflowers, fresh rain -scents unmistakably tied to you.
Mattheo cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So, wildflowers, huh?" he said, attempting a half-smirk but unable to mask the underlying tension.
"Yeah," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. "Jasmine and spices... it's not exactly subtle, is it?"
He shook his head, the faint smirk fading as he looked at you, his expression earnest. "No, it's not."
You nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. The potion had done more than just showcase your brewing skills; it had unveiled the undeniable bond between you neither of you were aware of.
As the class drew to a close, the potion's shimmering surface still held your gaze. Professor Slughorn's praise echoed in your mind, but it was Mattheo's words that truly resonated. The students began to pack up their things, the room filled with the sounds of clattering glassware and murmured conversations.
Finally, as the last of the students filed out, leaving the dungeon quieter and more intimate, Mattheo turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "[Last name]," he began, a smirk playing on his lips, "It's all confusing to me but you can't deny it. The Amortentiaâit's not just a potion, you know what it does and what it did."
You raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the flutter of emotions with a playful smile. "Is that so, Riddle? Took a love potion for you to figure out what you feel for me? I thought you were supposed to be the clever one."
Mattheo chuckled, leaning in slightly. "Well, Granger can't be the only one showing off in class. Besides, it's hard to be clever when someone's making it difficult to think straight."
You rolled your eyes, though your heart skipped a beat. "So, what do we do now? Have a dramatic confession in front of everyone or keep exchanging sarcastic remarks and piss everyone off?"
"I vote for sarcastic remarks," Mattheo replied with a grin. "They're more fun. Plus, I wouldn't want you to think I'm going soft."
"Perish the thought," you said with a mock gasp. "Imagine the scandal."
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine for the first time you've heard him laugh. It was a new, yet heartwarming sound. "But seriously, [Last name], let's take it one step at a time. No need to rush."
You nodded, content with the idea. "Agreed. Just promise me one thing, Riddle."
"Anything," he said, his tone suddenly sincere.
"Don't drown yourself in cologne again. It's really distracting."
The smirk he spotted before returned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Only if you promise not to spend all your time in the Forbidden Forest looking for wildflowers. It'd be a shame if you got lost."
"Deal," you said, unable to suppress a laugh.
Together, you left the dungeon, the lingering scent of Amortentia left behind you. As you walked side by side, trading jabs and teasing comments, Mattheo's fingers brushed against yours in a silent invitation before he enveloped your palm with his.
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Mattheo x f reader and SHES super needy and Horny bc sheâs ovulating and goes feral when she sees his abs and veiny hands- smut?!
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Warnings: obviously smut, light choking, ab riding, kissing, bit of praise and degradation.
Ever since getting out of school and moving in with Mattheo, youâd been stuck in full baby fever and so had he to be honest. You had been on him like rabbits and you were no way close to slowing down.
You watched as he worked on a new project in the field behind your house. The muscles of his abs were shining in the sunlight especially when all he had on were tight fitted shorts.
The moment he was in the house you couldnât take your hands off of him. The entire night consisted of you using any excuse to touch him. Mostly when it came to his hands and his abs. Mattheo had always been toned but since doing work around the house, he had become close to ripped.
After dinner, he pulls you up to your shared bedroom and practically flings you onto the bed. âDonât think Iâm stupid, daring. Iâve seen how youâve been looking at me for a while nowâ he says as he throws off his shorts and is left in his boxers.
âTell me what you want, I can see it in your eyes but I need the words before anything happens, got it, darling?â Mattheo continues speaking as he moves above you. You are at a shock for words and take a moment to think of what to say but when it comes to talking, you are too needy to care.
âPlease, I want your- I need you. I need your hands on me, please, I need you in meâ you beg him with a look of desperation on your face. âGood girl but you will have to earn me being in youâ Theo responds with a smirk, picking you up to rest, sitting on top of his abs.
His hand moves beneath your pale white summer dress and he looks up at you, his face grinning like the devil. âNo panties I see, darling. Wow somebody is really trying to a slut for me, but only for meâ Mattheo remarks, smirkingly.
âMâ for only you, please I need itâ you continue begging for him. âNo, first you can make yourself come but with my abs. I see the way you stare at them so donât act so surprised, whoreâ he snaps at you, âgo on, darling. Make yourself come on me.â
You have no choice in your feeling of desperation. Moving against his abs, you continue for a while. Your moans fill the room but you donât bother to quieten them down and instead allow yourself to let go on him.
At that moment, you feel his hand grip your neck whilst you ride him. His grip isnât tight enough to cut your breathing off but definitely enough to set you off the breaking point of your climax.
âFuck, please, Theo. Please, need to cumâ you beg of him, no longer being able to hold back. âGo on, darling. Be a good whore for meâ he encourages with a dark smirk as you hit your climax. âDoing so good for me, come on, darling.â
You breathing starts to slow down at that point as you allow yourself to lay down on him. âYou did so well, darling, now weâve gotta get cleaned up, okay?â Mattheo says, looking down at you with a soft smile.
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nervous energy â° m. riddle
summary: itâs just been one of those days, and you seek out matthĂ©o to make it better.
pairing: best friend! (but maybe something more?) matthéo x reader
warnings: nothing really!! just some very vague mentions of anxiety related thingssss
note: another lil baby matthĂ©o blurb!! just love-sick thĂ©o being an absolute softie for reader :â)))) also if youâre new here - i headcanon matthĂ©o as french (hence the accent on the e!! so his name would be pronounced muh-tay-o, and thĂ©o would be tay-o bc i think itâs a cute nick name) okay okay anyways hope you enjoy!! feel free to submit hp requests (marauders or original era!! no smut!! <3)
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with a quiet little sigh, you knock at the door of the boyâs dormitory. youâre filled to the brim with nervous energy, fingers worrying at the sleeves of your sweater as you wait.
after what feels like a near lifetime, the door swings open with a loud, familiar groan. matthéo stands on the other side, and the mere sight of your best friend causes you to lose any semblance of composure.
before he can even so much as say hello, youâre throwing your arms around his neck. âwoah - heyâ he stumbles back but quickly steadies himself, wrapping tentative arms around your waist. âwhatâs wrong?â his voice is soft in a way it only ever is around you, and it takes everything in you not to break down and cry.
âbad dayâ you murmur weakly into the fabric of his t-shirt. your voice is muffled, but his arms tighten around you in silent understanding. âi just feel weirdâ
âdâyou wanna talk about it?â
you make an awkward attempt at a shrug, arms still wrapped firmly around matthĂ©oâs neck. âi donât think so.â
âokay. thatâs alright.â heâs quiet for a few seconds, one hand stroking up and down the length of your spine absentmindedly. âis there anything you need?â
you sigh softly as you pull away from matthĂ©o. your arms fall back to your sides, and you try to ignore the way one of his hands remains firmly on your waist. âcan i just⊠stay here for a little?â
his lips turn upwards in the barest hint of a grin. âyou can stay as long as youâd like.â
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mattheo riddle x pregnant reader headcanons !!
suggestive content warningâ nothing too much tho, mostly fluff
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husband!mattheo who looks at you with wide eyes as if youâd hung the stars in the sky when you tell him youâre pregnant. itâs silence for a few moment before he kisses the shit out of you and holds you for what feels like hours
husband!mattheo who almost screams when your bump starts to become more noticeable, somehow finding you to be even more beautiful than ever before
husband!mattheo who gives up smoking and drinking when youâre pregnant. if you have to quit, heâs doing it with you
husband!mattheo who wonât let you do anything yourself. the tv remote is three inches too far from you? stay right there, heâll get it. you need to walk to the bathroom? heâs guiding you there as if you canât walk on your own. need water? donât you DARE get out of your seat, heâs almost got it for you. oh, and do NOT open that door on your own. thatâs what heâs there for!
husband!mattheo who is practically in tears within seconds at your first ultrasound, a petulant frown on his face when you laugh at him
husband!mattheo who is borderline annoyingly overbearing when it comes to your health. âdid you take all your prenatal vitamins? did you drink enough water today? what did you eat? do you need help with that?â âmatty, i love you but PLEASE shut up.â
husband!mattheo who kisses every inch of you, worshipping your femininity, your beautiful hard-working body. wet hot kisses trail down your arms, linger on your round belly for a while, and eventually find their way between your thighs where heâd stay for hours if you wanted him to. he just wants to make his queen feel good while sheâs growing their princess <3
husband!mattheo who snatches you up in his arms and cheers after finding out youâre having a girl. then he takes a victory lap around the backyard as he tries to process the fact that heâs gonna have a daughter
husband!mattheo who lays his head on your belly at night, half asleep and letting out soft murmurs about how beautiful your daughter is gonna be. âgonna look just like mommy, most gorgeous little girl in the world, youâll have her eyesâ âletâs just hope youâre less of a brat than mama isâ
husband!mattheo who basically panics more than you when youâre going into labor âHOLY FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??â
husband!mattheo who almost faints when he catches a glimpse of the babyâs head coming out of you. âARE YOU OKAY?â âNO, IâM NOT FUCKING OKAY, MATTHEO!â
husband!mattheo who genuinely cries when he sees you hold your baby for the first time, the most beautiful sight in the world even if youâre exhausted and swollen. heâll lean down to kiss the both of you on the forehead, his heart swelling with a love he didnât know he was capable of possessing
husband!mattheo whose crying only gets worse when you let him hold the baby, sniffling and cooing at her. next to you, sheâs the prettiest thing heâs ever seen, even as a newborn
husband!mattheo whoâs terrified of being a dad, afraid to follow in his fatherâs footsteps. it was scary even with your constant reassurance, but the second your baby utters the word âdadaâ as she lay in his arms, his fears melt away
husband!mattheo who is the most girl dad of all the girl dads. as she grows, heâll play dress up with her, let her do his makeup and paint his nails, and learn the name of every disney princess ever. whatever she wants, to be honest
husband!mattheo who can absolutely never get mad at your daughter. sheâs perfect and can do no wrong and no one is ever allowed to make his princess feel bad!
husband!mattheo who tells you repeatedly everyday about how much of a good mother you are, about how naturally it all comes to you âyouâre amazing, you know that, my love?â
husband!mattheo who would give his life for you and your baby a million times over. you are the loves of his life and he will work his ass off until the day he dies to make sure youâre happy
âwe should have a boy next. i mean, i love playing fairy princess tea party, but i think itâs time for something else.â
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warnings: suggestive, home situation
word count: 2 k
summary: looking for some peace and quiet but interrupted by a thief
@thatdammchickennugget âs Hogmarch challenge prompt 2
a/n: thank you thank you so so much @slytherinslut0 and @pizzaapeteer for proofreading this and taking the time to make suggestions!
The Black Lake was a place you often visited after school hours. Most days it was a quiet place, which always confused you â not enough people took advantage of the peace it brought. The majority of them just stayed in the castle. Not you though. It was the great opportunity for some change in scenery, the never ending hallways tiring your brain at certain times.
You loved the lake, all year round. During winter it was a magical place where you could use your skates to dance on the ice, when it transformed into a tapestry of thick glass. It calmed your mind, the scratching sounds of your blades gliding along, making you feel as if you were floating...
The clanking of firewhisky bottles rang out into the night, as they continued to clash together from within the bag you were carrying. Admittedly, this was something that you did often: using an invisibility potion and sneaking into the Three Broomsticks. It wasn't stealing, you always left some money behind for the things you took. It was just a smart way of getting your hands on some alcohol around here.
It was a hot summer day, leaving the evening a light, breezy temperature, the sky painted in beautiful shades of blues, oranges, and purples. You decided to seat yourself on a rock close to where the waters hit the edge, and took off your shoes and socks, dipping your feet into the water. The sensation of the slightly cold water cooling your mind and body.
You emptied the contents of your bag: some cake, 6 bottles of firewhisky, and 2 muffins. like you could possibly devour everything but there was no harm in bringing spare. Who knew... You always hoped some prince charming would appear out of nowhere and decided to join you in your drunken activities. Your hopeless romantic state of mind couldn't help but wander through the possibilities.
"Thank you for that." The sudden voice startled you as someone sat down beside you and opened a bottle of your firewhisky. Of course, it was Mattheo Riddle, that boy had no shame. You couldn't even say something, you just sat there sort of flabbergasted that he even dared to pick up one of the things you 'bought' with your own money.
His eyes never left yours as he chugged down almost half the bottle, trying to hide the clear stinging in his throat. You rolled your eyes at his tough boy facade.
However, it wasn't working on you as you snatched the bottle from his grasp immediately. "Excuse me? What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?" You sent him a glare while chugging down almost all of the remaining liquor.
"Mhmm, you know we just indirectly kissed, right?" He had a smug look on his face, of course, he had to act this way. "Ah come on, y/n, don't be such a party-pooper. Isn't this better than drinking alone? It almost looked pathetic."
Pathetic? He was the one who called you pathetic? The guy who had a bloodied face almost every single day of the week? "Who exactly are you calling pathetic here? Because all I see is a dirty thief."
He raised his brow and just laughed. Pardon? The fucking audacity. "You should drink all of these bottles, maybe that'll get rid of that stick up your ass." He snatched the bottle back and downed everything left in one go. "What else have you brought? Cake?" He took a look at it, it was just a plain vanilla cake with some icing on top. "I'll ask it nicely this time since you seem to care so much about that. So, please dear y/n, can I have a piece of that cake? ...and another bottle?"
You couldn't believe this guy, he suddenly came here to join you and acted like all this was his to eat and drink? But who else were you even going to share it with... Maybe you should just give it to him, maybe he'd surprise you for once. "Fine. But 3 bottles each, okay?"
"3 bottles each, deal."
As it seems, Mattheo turned out to not be that bad after all. As more drinks were consumed you watched his demeanor loosen up and his guard drop. To the point he got looser and started to tell you about himself: his friends, his studies, and even his father. You don't know if it was the alcohol or if he just felt comfortable enough to share those things with you.
You found yourself telling him about your own family too, the situation at home, and that most of the time you just stayed at school during the holidays. It sort of felt good, letting it out. Though your situation would never compare to his, it was nice for someone to understand you. Someone who went through the same shit as you.
Even though, you just now kind of started to get to know each other, you promised each other something. A promise to stay at school every holiday, to make it epic as if it were at home. To be each other's home while that home didn't exist for either of you. It would be nice to do something other than reading during those days, but to actually have someone to talk to maybe.
"Did you know it's possible to lead a cow upstairs... but not downstairs?" It just came up to you and you started even laughing before you finished your sentence.
It was obvious that you confused the guy because he just straight-up looked at you with a judgy and confused face. "What?"
"I mean I'm just stating facts here. You can't lead a cow downstairs, you know, like a cow. Moo." It all sounded really slurred, it'd be a wonder if Mattheo even understood one word you were saying.
"Are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk?" He squinted his eyes slightly to even make out your whole form, he was obviously struggling. Both of you were extremely intoxicated.
"What?" You looked at him, maybe you were speaking parseltongue. Could it be? Wait, did he speak parseltongue? "Do you speak it yourself?"
"Ah yes, of course, heir of Slytherin kind of things, you know." He suddenly started sissing and hissing and you weren't even sure if he was being for real or just making some shit up. You just nodded, agreeing with whatever he was saying, hoping he wouldn't wake up any snakes in the bushes behind the two of you.
You averted your gaze to the lake in front of you and got the most ridiculous idea all of a sudden. You didn't even announce your stupid idea but just started undressing until you were left standing in only your underwear.
"Are you stripping for me now? Alright, continue." He leaned his body back on his arms to get a better look, a disgustingly attractive smirk covering his face. Sucks to be him because before he knew it, he got a large splash of water thrown all over him when you hit the surface of the water.
"Are you crazy?!" It was quite the sight, his face was fuming. It almost looked murderous, didn't he like water or something? He couldn't be that much of a pussy, right?
"Come on get in! It's actually still quite warm!" The past warm days warmed up the lake quite a bit and it was a surprisingly comfortable temperature. You were even surprised yourself.
"Absolutely not! You're insane, y/n. I won't save you when you start drowning, you'll just have to die right in front of my eyes then." He looked extremely agitated. He was wet already so what would be the difference in getting in?
"Oh, come on... Please? It's not even that deep, I can still touch the ground with my feet. Don't be a wuss!" His eyes squinted and he got to his feet after all. He took off his clothes and you couldn't deny that you quite liked the sight. The hours of quidditch practice were visible hidden underneath that shirt.
"You're staring, princess." He jumped in after and you almost drowned by the water that splashed right into your face when he hit the surface. The water didn't taste all too pleasant, it could just be the alcohol but it wasn't nice.
"Well if you like staring so much, maybe you should touch it? Touch is better than seeing after all." Before you knew it he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. He took your hand and guided it to his chest, running it downwards. Good thing you were drunk because there's no way you would've ever done this sober.
"Don't be so shy, you weren't shy when you were almost fucking me with your eyes." He pulled you deeper into the water which made you unable to still touch the ground. He was doing this on purpose, he could easily still stand on the ground in the deeper waters. He almost forced you to wrap your legs around him. Silly you, it was his plan all along.
"Kiss me." Excuse me? He did not just ask you that? "Come on, y/n, give me a little kiss." Only one small move and your lips would be touching, he was extremely close to your mouth. He blew on them on purpose just to lure you into his trap. "Kiss me..."
And that's what you did, he wanted a little kiss but he most definitely got more. The whole night had been tense and this was your way of showing him your true desires. It was obvious you weren't alone in those feelings tonight. Because of the way he kissed you back, it was almost magical, like he sent you to another dimension.
He moved his hands lower and squeezed your bottom slightly which made you gasp into the kiss. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, exploring it like it was his last meal. It was like both of you were completely in sync, your bodies moving in a rhythm that made your heart almost jump out of your chest.
Just when you were about to lose it, he pulled back to take a deep breath. The both of you were exchanging breaths like it was the oxygen you needed. "Damn, y/n, I didn't know you could kiss like that. Let's try again, shall we?" Those stupid eyes of his, just made you melt into his touch. You shouldn't have folded this fast for him, but you couldn't help it. Everyone would do the same when the Mattheo Riddle would look at them with those chocolate-brown eyes.
Only the moon and the stars could retell the events that went down that night, both your bodies intertwined with the moonlight reflecting on your wet skin. The skin that was meant to be each other canvas, painted by the passion but faded over time.
Mattheo thought about it every night in bed, getting chills when he thought about the kisses and imagining it happening again. His fingers traced the places on his skin that were touched by you, trying to replicate the feeling your fingers gave him.
During normal school weeks, both of you wouldnât even talk to each other, just the occasional glance. But those looks spoke more than words.
Both of you waiting for the holidays to come to share the same passion like that night once again. Hoping that the other kept their end of the promise to spend them together.
And yes⊠after the fair sharing of gifts for Christmas, the best gift you couldâve got that night was to be touched by him like that again.
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if there was one thing every wizard knew about the worldâs infamous mattheo riddle, it was that the brown haired boy was a professional at holding grudges. ever since the two of you had broken up against your will a couple of months ago, leaving your soul hollow and your heart shattered, he had been avoiding you like the plague. as if you hadnât once been his other half, a fragment of his soul, your relationship was buried deep, replaced by an usual facade of sarcasm and bitterness.
breaking mattheoâs walls down had taken time and patience from you, the result of years of slowly trying to earn his trust and make your way into his heart. however when you two called it off, his demeanour completely changed. in the blink of an eye heâd become closed off and distant again, nonchalantly deciding to ignore the way the two of you couldâve had it all if he hadnât thrown it all away.
âget over it, itâs been months alreadyâ the voice in your head echoed when you found yourself analysing the situation for the hundredth time instead of focusing in class. without noticing, your attention had completely shifted from professors snapeâs monotonous potions lesson to the one and only boy that occupied your mind, and it seemed, your heart too. straightening your posture and leaning back in your chair, you brought your focus back to what your teacher was saying.
being about to raise your hand to tell the professor that heâd forgotten to pair you up for the upcoming potions project, you were interrupted by a loud sound coming from behind you. there was a boy, entering the classroom in the middle of the lesson without a care in the world. no other mattheo riddle, the one and only brunette who perpetually clouded your thoughts.
âglorious entrance as always, mr riddle. you sure know how to stand outâ bitterly declared the teacher, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. you restrained yourself from turning around, the sudden shift in the atmosphere sending tingles down your spine. over the past few months, it had become a habit everytime the familiar brunette boy entered the room. âi was just about to pair up the last student for the upcoming projectâ pursed snape while mattheo casually sat down in the back of the class.
and there it was. the realisation. âgiven your delay, you wonât have a choice. you will have to work with mrs delarose.â your shoulders tensed at the sound of your last name. of course he had to pair you, the perfect and smart student, with your troublemaker ex boyfriend. âso much for getting over itâ you thought, anxiously biting your bottom lip and thinking about the consequences of snapeâs decision. the rest of the classroom had already moved on and began writing down some notes, leaving only you and mattheo reeling at the though of having to face eachother again.
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hours passed slowly until the sun finally set on hogwarts. the walls of the castle echoed with the sound of students heading to the great hall, but you had a different destination in mind. holding your potions textbook tightly in your arms, you made your way to the astronomy tower, a place that once held beautiful memories, but now only reminded you of what you had lost.
you hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, your heart hammering in your chest. you knew mattheo would be up there, waiting, and the thought made your breath catch. but there was no escaping this and snape had made sure of that. when you finally reached the platform, you found mattheo already there, leaning against the stone wall. he didnât turn around, but you knew he was aware of your presence. the silence between you was thick and almost suffocating.
âwe should get started,â you finally said, breaking the tension that hung in the air. your voice was steadier than you felt, not giving away how nervous you were feeling about finally talking to him again. âyeah,â mattheo replied, his tone void of emotion. he turned to face you, his eyes dark and unreadable. âletâs just get this over with.â
you nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. without even properly greeting eachother, the two of you sat down and got to work in silence, the only sounds coming from the soft bubbling of the potion. despite the close proximity, it felt like there was a barrier of unsaid thoughts between you. as the potion simmered in the cauldron, you couldnât help but steal glances at him. his face once so familiar, seemed distant and unapproachable. you wondered if he ever thought about what you had or if he had truly managed to bury it all under his layers of indifference.
âwhy did it have to end like this?â the question slipped out before you registered it, your voice barely above a whisper. you werenât sure if you wanted him to answer, or to brush it off like he usually did. mattheo froze, his hand hovering over the cauldron. for a moment, you thought he might not respond and that he would continue to pretend you didnât exist. but then he sighed softly and spoke up.
âbecause i thought it was for the best,â he said quietly, not meeting your gaze. âbut i was wrong.â your heart skipped a beat at his admission, causing it to beat a little faster. âthen why are you still pushing me away?â you asked, âwhy are we still doing this?â mattheo finally looked up from the cauldron, his eyes betraying the emotions heâd tried so hard to hide. âbecause itâs easier to be angry than to feel the pain,â he confessed. âi thought that if i hated you, it would make it easier to forget. but i canât.â
the raw honesty in his words ignited something inside you, and before you knew it, you spoke up again. âyou donât hate me ?â mattheo stared at you, his expression torn between surprise and guilt. for a long moment, he didnât move, as if he was replaying your words in his head. âi never hated you. never have, never willâ he confessed in a whisper.
the words hung in the air between you and you felt a tightness in your chest ease just a little, like a weight lifting. "then why did we have to go through all of this?" you asked, your voice soft, not accusing but genuinely curious. "why did we let it get this far?"
mattheo closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. when he opened them again, he looked at you with regret. "because i was scared," he admitted, "scared of how much you meant to me. of how much losing you would hurt. scared of bringing you into my dark life, or making you my fatherâs target.â he confessed, taking deep breaths. âso, i thought if i distanced myself and if i pushed you away, it would make it easier. but it didnât. it just made everything worse."
âi didnât want that. i never wouldâve pushed you away because of who you are.â you declared, mattheoâs eyes searching yours as if trying to see if you were genuine. then, he muttered. "i donât want to keep hurting you," he said, his voice low and rough with emotions. "and i didnât want to break up with you, i just thought⊠i thought you deserved better and i was being selfishâ
you felt a spark of hope, something you hadnât felt in a long time, and chuckled. "you were selfish for stealing my chocolate bars and for wanting me to give you scalp massages all the time. most of all, you were selfish for breaking up with me" you said simply, offering him a small, tentative smile. "but never for thinking you didnât deserve my love."
he let out a small smile at your familiar banter and for a moment, neither of you moved. the reality of what you were saying seemed was too fragile to touch. and could at any moment. but then mattheo reached out, his hand hesitating for just a second before gently taking yours. the touch was warm, grounding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a sense of peace.
"really ?" he said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. you nodded, squeezing his hand lightly as he looked at you to make sure you meant it. "really." you echoed, the silence of the night wrapping itself comfortably around the two of you.
you realized that while the past couldnât be erased, the future was still yours to make. maybe the universe (and mattheo) would try to keep you away, but youâll always end up coming back to eachother no matter what. that was just the simple truth, mattheo riddle was your person, and you were his.
âiâm still expecting chocolate bars and scalp massages, thoughâŠâ
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Gold Rush
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Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.
3,014 words
Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I donât have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I havenât read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheoâs father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS
2nd person pov
Hufflepuff prefect reader
Female reader
Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.
Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. âI know Iâm pretty, you donât have to stare, love.â Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, âI wasnât staring.â you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards youâ not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, âYou really should be studying, yâknow? Canât have mâgirl failing her exams.â My girl. You roll your eyes. âIâm immune to your charms, Riddle.â You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. âAre you, though? I mean, remember in first year when youââ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. âI was eleven!â You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. âOkay.â He drags the word out, âSome things never change, badger.â You furrow your eyebrows âExcuse me?â âYâknow? Badger, youâre a Hufflepuff, unless youâre shagging Diggory and stole his tie.â He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. âFirst of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.â âYou think Iâm pretty?â Another eye roll. âIf you keep rolling your eyes at me, theyâre gonna get stuck back there.â Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. âMattheo! I donât have all day, câmon.â He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, âMerlinâs beard,â he murmurs, then calls out to her âIâm coming Eloise!â Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that heâd like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.
But I donât like a gold rush, gold rush. I donât like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.
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You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, itâs about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in timeâ but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, itâs Mattheo. Of course itâs Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. âYou alright?â He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. âIâm fine, Riddle.â You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.
Walk past, quick brush. I donât like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.
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You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. âY/n?â Fucking Mattheo. âI really donât have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls laââ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.
I donât like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I donât like a gold rush.
âWait! Y/nââ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. âLet go.â You spit out, he tenses his jaw. âWhy are you even acting like this? You donât need to get so pissed just because youâre jeaââ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, âDid you just slap me?â âNo.â you reply quickly. âYou just slapped me.â he persists, âNo I didnât.â âYea, you did.â âYes I did.â you finally admit. âWhy?â He asks, âYou said Iâm jealous, Iâm not jealous. You just have a big head.â âI have other big things.â You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. Youâve known that since the first time you saw him.
What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.
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You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, sheâd convinced you to come to this party. And youâd stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.
You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. âOkay,â you whisper to yourself âyeah, okay. I can get out of here.â You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you donât have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly cleanâ minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, thereâs your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, heâs still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.
I see me padding âcross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.
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Itâs been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You havenât spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and youâd never live it down. He didnât. But you donât know that. Youâre choosing out a dress for dinner, youâre in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, âNo, Dor, thatâ that doesnât compliment me right.â So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, itâs long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.
âNo Mattheo, I really donât agree with that, youâre soâ so contrarian.â You shake your head, âOh give me a break!â He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. Heâs just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, heâs a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, âOâokay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.â âThis isnât an argument, itâs a debate.â You correct.
As youâre walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking âOh, wouldnât they be such a cute couple?â One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement âThey argue so much, plus, doesnât Y/n Riddle sound so nice?â âOh I dunno, Iâm kind of jealous of her.â A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize theyâre taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, âWe would not be a cute couple! Heâs insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!â You huff.
At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered âround, had never seen a love as pure as it.
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âYou know that you canât avoid him all day, right?â Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheoâs direction in the Great Hall. âI can and I will.â The boy rolls his eyes, âCâmon, when me and Cho get intoââ âDonât compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheoâ thatâs just.. no!â you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, âWhy are you smiling at me like that?â you ask, Cedric licks his lips âNo reason.â âShouldnât you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?â you tease, he laughs âYeah, probably. Shouldnât you be getting in Mattheoâs pants again?â âLeave it Ced, it will never be.â You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.
And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. âCause you know it could never be.
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âWhy are you avoiding me?â You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, âIâm not avoiding you.â you reply simply with a shrug. âYes you are, Iâm sick of it.â He rolls his eyes. âWhatâs it matter to you? We arenât friends.â âWhat are you talking about? Yes we are.â âNo, weâre really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know Iâm going to leave.â You spit out, annoyed with everything, âNo I donât! I talk to you all theââ you cut him off âJust leave it, Iâm done here anyway.â You say before turning back around and walking away, âWellâ donât come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!â He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. âFuck you!â âYouâve already checked that one off!â
âCause I donât like a gold rush, gold rush. I donât like anticipating my face in a red flush. I donât like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.
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He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to youâ or anyone for that matter â like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you wonât give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends â who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed âWhat?â to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a âNothing.â making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where theyâre sitting. âHello, boys.â you raise your eyebrows expectantly. âUh â hey..â Blaise Zabini murmurs, âSo, are you going to tell me whatâs going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?â Draco Malfoy laughs at that âDickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?â âHeâs not my boyfriend Malfoy!â you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up âUm, Y/n heâs just upset youâre ignoring him.â now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little âCâmon man!ââs and âEnzo!ââs he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, âSeriously?â you scoff âheâs mad at me because Iâm not talking to him? After what he did?â
Walk past, quick brush. I donât like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I donât like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.
âWhy donât you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?â Theo speaks up with a shrug. âExcuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?â you ask, twisting toward him. âYou want him, obviously.â âEverybody wants him! I donât â I donât like that horrid feeling!â you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.
Everybody wants you, but I donât like a gold rush.
Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaiseâs plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. âYouâve liked him since fist year, admit it.â Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so itâs a bit muffled. âShut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.â you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, âBut really, stop leading our boy on.â âI havenât led him â or anyone for that matter â on!â now itâs Theoâs turn to speak âWell.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,â âThat was a mistake.â âStill shitty.â Enzo says. You huff, âThatâs â no! Even if it was shitty, itâs not like Iâm in love with him. He shouldnâtâve expected anything from me.â Draco raises an eyebrow âWow, didnât know Hufflepuffs were suchââ âDude, donât finish that sentence.â Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, âIf you donât like him, then donât lead him on, itâs not difficult.â Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. âTell him I donât like him, and â that Iâm sorry or whatever.â Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew itâd be this hard to get over him.
What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?
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As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. Heâs plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. Heâs got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, heâs rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You arenât going to be any of those girls, not now at least.
My mind turns your life into folklore. I canât dare to dream about you anymore.
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You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud â but not angry â footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. âWhatâs wrong Pans?â You ask once she catches her breath. âRiddle told me about what you said.â You wince at the mention, âOh.â She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, âDonât worry, Iâm not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.â As an afterthought. âNever mind that, you are,â you furrow your eyebrows ââin love with him. Youâre in love with him.â She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, âAm not!â In response. âYou literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.â âIn first year! Yeah, but thatâs not now!â She rolls her eyes, âCome on Y/n/n, youâre just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.â She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, âOkay, Iâve got detention now, see ya later.â Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that youâre in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didnât know that. As if you didnât sleep with him.
I see me padding âcross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.
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The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You arenât supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldnât come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you donât. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.
At dinner parties, wonât call you out on your contrarian shit.
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You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? Thatâs impossible, heâs him, youâre just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.
And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. âCause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. âCause it will never be.
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He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as heâs smoothing out his shirt, heâs in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and youâre â well âin your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy âMattheo?â and becomes serious again. âUmâhey.â He smiles gently, out of character for him. âI know itâs late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.â You rub your eyes and yawn, âWell?â You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. âI know we arenât close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I meanâreally like you. Itâs so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, yâknow a girl who I barely know. But youâre just different, you make me feel thingsâthings that no one else does.â He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. âAnyway.. what Iâm trying to say is, I think weâd be really good together. I want us to try it out, if youâd have me?â âMattheo Iââ
Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.
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A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????
PART TWO
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All I had - Mattheo Riddle x f!reader
Requested: No well I lowkey did
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader
Summary: After his girlfriend y/n is killed, Mattheo has to deal not only with pain and sorrow, but also cruel accusations (complete original prompt here)
Word count: long as hell 2.4K
Warnings: mentions of death, lost, and grief
A/N: When I had this idea a few weeks ago I didn't think it would actually be so hard to write and I hate it lol :) I can't remember for the life of me if people in universe know Voldemort wants to be immortal, so for this one be an angel and pretend they do :) Might write a part two with a certain someone if many people ask đ. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
Hogwarts, 1997.
The two Aurors were walking right behind him, firmly holding his arms to prevent him from running. Run where? he thought. Not that he had somewhere to go. Snape, who had always looked at Mattheo and his brother with an annoying suspicion, was walking ahead of them, his robes floating behind him. Mattheo didnât know where they were going, or why. Not that he actually cared. Even though the Auros were leading his movements, his legs still seemed to be carrying him on their own, and if he didnât try to resist, protest or at least ask questions to the silent Aurors, it was only because he didnât have any energy or will to do so. Everything, including his body, felt numb and his mind was clouded, not functioning properly at all, barely noticing or hearing what was happening around him, instead full of the events of the night, as if it was trying to look for a reason. The only thing he could feel was the grip of the Aurors on his upper arms, the painful dryness of his blurry eyes, his throat sore from crying, his still wet cheeks, and this feeling of unbearable pain, anguish and confusion inside his chest.
After walking through countless corridors, they finally arrived in a smaller corridor, where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were apparently expecting them. It often came as a surprise to those who didnât know, but Mattheo actually held great respect for the old headmaster. How could he not? He was the only person his father had ever feared. Dumbledore was still the same as usual, looking calm and serene, while McGonagall looked at Mattheo with what seemed to be sadness. As they came closer, Mattheo saw a simple gray door on the right, which suddenly opened.Â
âMr. Riddle,â Dumbledore said with a calm, almost kind voice, and Mattheo only raised his eyes towards him for a quarter of a second before looking at the ground again, âI will have to ask you to sleep here tonight. If you are in need of anything, please feel free to ring the bell. But I assure you, everything will be alright.â
âAlrightâ? Mattheo would have laughed if he could. Behind him, the Auror snigged. Mattheo didnât speak a word, and when he turned to pass the door, he saw Snape give him a more suspicious look than before. He managed to enter the room, which was a rudimentary bedroom with a bed, two chairs around a small rounded table with a small golden bell on it, and a sink. No window whatsoever, only a few candles floating in the air and drawing shadows on the walls.Â
âIf you wish to turn the candles off, just ask them to sleep,â Dumbledore told him.
âWe will be back in the morning,â one of the Aurors told the Headmaster, and then the door closed abruptly, leaving Mattheo completely alone with his thoughts and the cold silence of a cold room.Â
After a long, boring day of classes, he had spent the evening in y/nâs dorm, talking and cuddling, enjoying the comfort and peace only her could make him feel. Then Theo texted him, asking him if he fancied a smoke. Mattheo initially wanted to refuse, not wanting to leave y/nâs embrace, but she told him to go, that she didnât want to keep him away from his friends. And so Mattheo went, going to one of the darkest corners of the castle where he and Theo knew they wouldnât be caught by any professors and especially Filch. But the smoke break lasted much longer than usual, and when Mattheo went back to y/nâs dorm, planning on continuing their night together and eventually falling asleep with her in his arms, he walked by the castleâs courtyard and, in the dark of the night, saw something strange on the courtyardâs ground. Frowning, he had hesitated before slowly walking towards it, curiosity leading his mind. The closer he got, the more the strange âthingâ on the ground, the clearer the mass on the ground got, and soon it appeared to be a body. Despite the fear that it might be someone he knew, Mattheo had quickened his pace, and barely a few meters later, he recognized whose body it was.
Oh, God. No, no, please, no. Not this. Anything but this.
At the second he recognized y/nâs body, he ran towards it and fell beside her, immediately holding her to his chest, gently shaking her despite his panic which grew every quarter of a second.Â
ây/n?! y/n, can you hear me? Baby?âÂ
But he didnât get any answer, and when he checked her pulse, he had almost felt his heart break from the pain.Â
âNo, no, no, y/n, please! Fuck!â
Tears had started to feel, and he was now screaming. He didnât know how long he spent here, holding her body as tight as he could, crying like he never thought he ever would and begging her to come back, to not leave him alone, but at one point, someone had seen him, had a loud gasp, and had ran to tell someone. Soon, Professor McGonnagall and two Aurors were here, and they tried to take her from him. He screamed and protested, not wanting to let her go, but they managed to separate them, and Mattheo was then led there, his entire being shattered in pieces and his mind unable to work knowing she was gone.Â
Not caring to take off his shoes, Mattheo laid on the bed, and tears started to run down his cheeks. Sheâs gone, sheâs gone, his mind kept screaming, and yet, it refused to accept it.
This is just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Iâm gonna wake up soon.Â
âAre you sure you donât want anything to drink or eat, Mr Riddle? Professor Dumbledore insisted.âÂ
Mattheo barely looked at the Auror sitting on the other side of the metallic table, and kept silent. He could hardly keep his eyes open, too tired from not sleeping at all the night before - and yet not feeling sleepy at all.Â
âWell,â the Auror continued, putting a long, thin black bow on the table. âI guess we can start, then. Mr Riddle, do you know why youâre here?âÂ
Mattheo shook his head.Â
âReally?â the other Auror asked, sitting next to his colleague. âNo clue? At all?âÂ
This time, Mattheo raised his eyes towards the two men for a few seconds, and tried not to find weird the way they were looking at him - with disdain, coldness, and something he couldnât quite get yet - as, after all, a lot of people looked at the son of the Dark Lord with suspicious - Snape included - or even fear, and he got used to it. Why would their eyes matter, when y/nâs eyes looked at him with nothing but love?
And now I wonât ever see them again. Mattheo felt his eyes becoming watery, and tried to fight tears as much as he could.Â
âBecause y/n is gone,â he said, looking at the table.Â
âYouâre right,â the Auror on the left said. âBut allow me to be more precise, Mr Riddle. Miss y/l/n is gone⊠because you killed her.â
Mattheoâs mind, still as cloudy as the night before, suddenly cleared up like and working like a machine being turned on. He looked at the two men, and suddenly understood the reason they had been looking at him like that ever since they came into the room a few minutes earlier. They think Iâm guilty.Â
This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This isnât real. Iâll wake up any moment and see her sleeping next to me.Â
Shock, anger, and a bit of panic and confusion came into him like a gigantic wave. âWhat? I didnât kill her! Why the hell would I kill her?âÂ
This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.
âOh, you would be surprised at all the reasons why a man could kill his girlfriend. She caught him cheating, he caught her cheating, she saw something she shouldnât have seenâŠâ the Auror stopped, and looked at Mattheo with malice. âOr maybe he wants to prove himself to his father.â
If he could, Mattheo would have laughed. Here it is. The âson of the Dark Lordâ bullshit. He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed.
âYou think I killed y/n because my father asked me?â he asked, trying his absolute best to remain calm. âWhy would I have accepted?âÂ
âWell, youâre the second son. The spare. Your father likely planned for your brother Tom to be his second in command, and, if he were to die, his heir, didnât he? And then, what do you have left, Mr Riddle? At best, you remain the spare and then your brotherâs second in command your whole life, and in the worst case⊠Nothing.âÂ
y/n. I would have y/n.Â
âDumbledore told us your father tried to contact you last summer,â the second Auror spoke.Â
Mattheo felt annoyance growing inside of him, âand did he also tell you that I refused, and hid from him the whole time?âÂ
âYes,â the first Auror admitted. âHe did say you told him that. But how can we be sure you didnât lie?âÂ
Mattheo closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.Â
âSo, you guys think Iâm a murderer just because my father is? For no other reason than that?â
âActually, Mr. Riddle, the main reason we do believe that, is becauseâŠof that.â
The Auror took the long, thin black bow he had put earlier on the table, and opened it before showing the inside to Mattheo, whose eyes opened in surprise.Â
âMy wand?âÂ
âYes, Mr Riddle, we-â
âI lost it,â Mattheo interrupted with a louder voice, feeling his heart beat faster, âI lost it yesterday sometime after class. Where did you find it?!â
âYou lost it?â the Auror asked while crossing his arms, sounding amused, âWell, did you tell anyone? Any teachers?â
âI went to tell Professor Snape,â Mattheo answered, âbut he wasnât in his office. I waited for him for almost an hour but he never came back. My friend Lorenzo saw me, I asked him if he knew where Snape was.â
The Auror shared a look that told Mattheo they already knew Lorenzo had seen him - and yet didnât believe him.
âNow,â Mattheo continued, more annoyed by the second, âwhere did you find my wand?âÂ
âWhy, near you, Mr Riddle. When we found you near your victimâs corpse,â the second Auror said as if it was obvious.
The dark-haired boy stared at them in disbelief. âWhat? No, youâreâŠYouâre lying.â
âAnd when we used Prior Incantato, we saw that the last spell your wand used was the killing curse.â
âThatâs why he brought you here, Mr Riddleâ, the second Auror continued immediately. âIf we didnât find your wand near you, our theory wouldnât be based on anything. We might even have believed you when youâre telling us you didnât kill miss y/l/n.âÂ
âI did not kill her!â Mattheo screamed.Â
The Auror sighed, âMr Riddle, please. Out of respect for miss y/l/n and her family, do tell us the truth. They deserve justice.â
âYouâre lucky, you know?â the second Auror went on, âIf it wasnât for Professor Dumbledore, youâd be in Azkaban, awaiting your trial.âÂ
âIâm innocent!â Mattheo yelled, feeling himself going mad. âI told you the truth!â
âAlright,â the Auror said with a loud voice, putting a clenched fist on the table. âIf you didnât do it, then who did?âÂ
âHow would I know?â Mattheo snapped. âI found her body in the courtyard, and I didnât see anybody else.â
âSee? You canât give us a second option. Our talks with teachers and students told us Miss y/l/n had no enemies, was loved by both classmates and teachers alike, and her parents are good people. No one had a reason to kill her, except for you.â
âWe donât need to know the reasons on why you did it, Mr Riddle,â the first Auror said in an almost kinder, more patient tone. âEven though we have some ideas about the âwhyâ. Just admit you did it.â
âAdmit you did it because either your father asked you to do it, or because, despite your best efforts to make people believe youâre different from him, the truth is, youâre just like him.â
âI didnât do it!â Mattheo screamed. âHow many do I have to tell you?! I didnât kill y/n! Someone must have taken my wand and killed her! How can you not see that?!âÂ
The first Auror sighed, meanwhile the second clenched his jaw.Â
âMr Riddle, y/n-â
âDO NOT USE HER NAME!â Mattheo shrieked.Â
But the Auror ignored him, closing his eyes for a second, ây/n had a family, friends, people who loved her, and a whole life with a bright future ahead of her.â
Yes. And all I had was her.
âYou took enough from her. Do you take away from her grieving parents the satisfaction that their daughterâs killer is not in prison, paying for his crime.â
Mattheo put his face in his hands, feeling tears burn his eyes.Â
âI want to see my brother.âÂ
âYour brother?â the first Auror asked, and this time he sounded genuinely surprised.  Â
âWell,â Mattheo spat, raising back his head to stare at the two men, âsomeone should find y/nâs killer if Iâm going to be in Azkaban soon, donât you think?â
âSo you admit it? You killed her?â
âNo! For fuckâs sake, no I didnât kill fucking kill her!âÂ
They didnât understand, Mattheo thought with desperation and frustration, putting his head back in his hands. Mattheo couldnât even remember how life was before he fell in love with y/n during their third year. All he remembered is that two years ago, in their fifth year here, he finally gathered the courage to let her know how he felt, and, by some miracle, this beautiful, sweet witch with a heart of gold felt the same way about him. Ever since, all that was inside his mind was y/n, how his heart, life and soul belonged to her and her only, how she was the only one to not see him as Voldemortâs son but how he really was instead, how she was always there for him, especially when he started feeling anxious when his father came back after the Triwizard Tournament, and how their kisses, their hugs and cuddles and sleeping with her in his arms were the most important things to him. And now, he had lost it all.Â
The two Aurors suddenly rose from their chairs, and left the room, leaving Mattheo alone with his broken heart and nonfunctioning mind.Â
This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare.
PART 2
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THEREâS ANOTHER ONE?
pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader
warnings: fluffy, kissing, alcohol intake, tay being upset that her fur babies love you more than her
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the night had been amazing so far. you and taylor had gone on your first date and everything went perfect. you two went to a nice restaurant and sat in the far back table where you giggled like school girls and gushed about shared interests.
so now as taylor giggles drunkenly, fiddling with her key to open her door, you canât help but hope this isnât a one time thing. she finally opens the door and swings it open, sighing in sweet relief. she kicks her shoes off and turns to face you when you close the door behind yourself as you take in the environment.
your eyes lock back on her and you smile girlishly at her soft gaze. you begin to take your shoes off all while maintaining the eye contact, âwhat?â you simply ask with a small laugh.
taylor bites her lip to contain her smile and shakes her head, âtonightâs been so amazing. i feel invincible right now.â
you grin at her, walking forward until you wrap your arms around the back of her neck, staring up at her with loving eyes. this is rare, for you to feel this in love on the first date. but you can tell taylor feels the same with the way she smiles down and wraps her arms around your waist. it makes you feel less stupid and shameful.
taylor gazes down at you in silence, her eyes heavy with alcohol and exhaustion of the eventful night. nonetheless, she conserves her energy for you, as she doesnât want this night to end.
âcan i kiss you, please?â she asks softly, a bit of her worried she may have misread your pace and signs of the night.
you give her a reassuring nod, âof course.â
she closes the space and just like that sparks fly in the air around you two. her soft lips move against yours slowly and gently, her movements a bit sloppy due to the bottle of wine you two split at the restaurant.
before you have the chance to deepen the kiss you feel something soft and furry move against your leg. you pull away from taylorâs lips and look down, a smile taking over your tingling lips at the sight.
a cat looks up at you with wide eyes, then a small meow escapes itâs mouth. you unhook your grip on taylorâs neck and crouch down to the catâs level, letting it sniff your hand. taylor watches the interaction with love filled eyes.
âhi baby.â you coo, petting the cat from its neck to itâs tail. you continue the movement and eventually end up sitting criss cross on the floor in front of the door.
the cat climbs onto your lap and you smile in glee as you scratch it with your nails, feeling successful when the cat begins to knead itâs paws into your thighs.
taylor sits in front of you, criss cross as well with a small playful frown. âlucky, meredith never does that with me.â
you glance up at her with raised eyebrows before looking back down to the cat that purrs loudly, nudging her head against your slack hand. âhi meredith.â you whisper and scratch under her chin.
another cat enters the room and freezes once itâs next to taylor. she picks the cat up and places it into her lap, stroking it softly. âthis is benjamin button, heâs my baby boy.â
you lean forward slightly and hold your hand out for benjamin to sniff. after a few seconds the cat jumps out of taylorâs lap and climbs onto your other available thigh. you scratch and pet both cats with a smile on your face.
taylor watches with endearment. the urge gets too strong that she impulsively pulls out her phone, snapping a quick photo. you look up with a grin, shaking your head. she shrugs, âhad to save the moment. so the kids can see the first time they met you in the future.â she jokes.
itâs a small joke but it makes your stomach flutter. the thought of becoming official with her to be able to call her catâs yours as well. you blush heavily and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
she grins at you with loving eyes before they widen, âoh wait, you still have to meet olivia.â
your eyes widen more than hers as you gasp, âthereâs another one?!â
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resting bitch face gn! reader with brian jane toby ben habit
real
CREEPS X RBF!READER
BRIAN THOMAS // HOODIE
-> he can be very smiley at times but he never actually has rbf
-> when he seen you for the FIRST time ever, he actually thought you were a bitch
-> before he started talking to you and then you were very smiley
-> then a few months later of knowing you and you had him wrapped around your finger
JANE RICHARDSON // JANE THE KILLER
-> she has resting bitch face too, dw
-> when she seen you for the first time, she knew that you could match her freak
-> jane started talking to you and you two got along really well
-> yall started dating not to long after
TOBIAS ROGERS // TICCI TOBY
-> he was deadass scared of you
-> he was scared that if he said even said one wrong word to you that you would explode.
-> until you started talking to him
-> he heard your voice and instantly had googaly eyes
BENJAMIN LAWMAN // BEN DROWNED
-> he was your bestfriend and has been for years but everytime he seen your rbf he ALWAYS got scared
-> he knew you wouldn't hurt him though
-> you're to sweet + you don't have any other friendsđ
HABIT
-> he seen you and instantly started hitting on you
-> does not matter how mad you looked AT ALL, does not matter if you dont want him AT ALL
-> he wants you, and he will have you
-> does not matter if he has to kidnap you or what.
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meow
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august ౚৠm. riddle
ౚৠmattheo riddle x reader
ౚৠfluff/angst
ౚৠa whirlwind summer with mattheo leaves your head spinning and craving more, but when he chooses to ignore you at school, you know there has to be something going on. you just didnât expect it to crush you so much
ౚৠsex references, mentioned loss of virginity, cheating, slight toxicity, no war au
ౚৠ2.2k words
ౚৠI LOVE FOLKLORE i honestly might make this a little series and make a oneshot based on every song from the folkmore sister albums because itâs so fun lmao!!
mattheo riddle. a concoction of every terrible, addictive thing you could think of. a drug to your susceptible mind. the one person who ruined everything by giving you such happiness.
it all started back in the summer before 7th year. of course, most teenagers flee to the coast during the warmer summer months, a desperate attempt to absorb as much sun as possible before having to return to scotland's less than scorching weather for yet another year of classes at hogwarts. you were no different, and it seemed mattheo wasn't, either.
â
salty ocean air filled your nose as his lips met yours, a desperate action to be close to each other. he blindly searched for the rusty door handle of his hotel room behind you, wanting to get you out of the hall and into his bed as quickly as possible. sure, youâd had a couple of heated make-outs before, but nothing like this. it had never gotten to this point.
quickly pulling you down onto his sheets, he let his hand wander, beelining towards the plush of your ass, your hands searching through the chocolate curls atop his head.
âyou sure you want this?â he whispered into your ear, planting sloppy kisses along your neck, his breath loud and heavy next to you, âi mean it. are you sure?â
you let your head fall back into the pale pillow, a place to rest whilst you tried to understand all of the new sensations pumping through you like blood from your heart, giving yourself a second to think.
âiâve never done this before, matty,â you replied, your tone timid and weak compared to the rough husking of his voice swirling around your head, a constant memory of the boy you knew youâd never get over.
âitâs fine. you trust me, yeah?â mattheo pulled away for a moment, wanting to check before going any further with you.
âi want this,â you nodded, giving him all the reassurance he needed, prompting him to continue his journey down your body with the knowledge that you wanted to do this with him. you trusted him with something as fragile as your purity. that made him feel fucking insane.
his dark eyes took in the sight of you sprawled out across the white hotel bed, your soft lips and innocent eyes, your hair forming a halo around your head. his angel.
â
âred or white?â you smiled up at mattheo, your eyes darting to the bottle of wine in his hands as he handed it to you with a small shrug.
the two of you had decided to have a little picnic by the beach, a day to relax together as if that wasnât what you did every day, anyway.
ânot a clue,â he huffed, sitting down on the blanket you had set out on the sand, his hand instantly going for some cheese and crackers.
you slapped his hand away, a small pout on your face as he met your gaze, having absolutely no clue what you were stopping him for.
âwow, this looks fantastic! this is so good! thank you so much for getting all the food!â you mocked quietly, rolling your eyes. no matter how hard you tried to appear annoyed, you couldnât hide the small smirk that crept its way onto your lips.
âoh, shut up,â he chuckled, tugging his shirt off and tossing it to the side, shaking his head, âthank you for putting it together. it looks really nice. youâre really nice, angel,â he added, his words playful, yet still a genuine thank you.
you poured each of you a glass of wine, laying down next to him, both of you on your stomachs, as he began to absolutely demolish the small buffet on the picnic blanket, your fingers lightly ghosting over his back. you couldnât help but trace your own name, an invisible claim on the boy you adored more than anything.
âwhat are you doing?â he huffed quietly, turning his head to look directly at you and the way that a pink blush quickly spread across your cheeks as you got caught, your fingers pulling away, âi didnât tell you to stop. i asked you what you were doing.â
âjust⊠enjoying the moment,â you shrugged, shuffling close to him in an attempt to brush off the way you got flustered at his words.
his arm snuck around you almost instinctively, his lips planting a small kiss buried deep in your hair. a secret. a mark so important to you, but invisible to everyone else.
âiâm enjoying it, too,â he mumbled in reply, his free hand covering his mouth to hide all the food heâd shoved in it.
â
mattheo walked along the side of the road, watching the white-rimmed waves roll over on each other, bored of having nobody to speak to when you werenât there.
he looked to the left as a car rolled around the corner, his head tilted slightly. he knew those sunglasses.
âno way,â he huffed, his jaw dropping as the car stopped next to him, âno fucking way. you passed?â
you looked up at him with a wide grin, absolutely ecstatic that you had not only taken your driving test whilst on holiday, but had passed, meaning you could drive anywhere you wanted. mattheo had already passed his a couple months before, so youâd been using him as your personal chauffeur for your time together, but you could finally go wherever you wanted on your own.
âget in, then,â you rolled your eyes playfully, nodding to the passenger seat of the convertible as he quickly made his way around to the other side, seeming just as excited as you were.
mattheoâs arms wrapped around you, pulling your head close to his chest as he smiled down at you.
âiâm so fucking proud of you, angel,â he muttered, planting wet kisses on your cheek, holding you tighter than ever before, âwe should go out to celebrate. that italian behind the mall that you like? iâll pay.â
you nodded, not wanting to turn down an opportunity to do anything with him, especially when you were already in such a good mood.
you drove to the restaurant, a regular place the pair of you went together since it was so small and intimate, yet never felt overcrowded.
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you both got your meals and began eating, laughing and joking as normal, casually celebrating you passing your test.
âmattheo?â a girlâs voice came from behind you, his eyes immediately hardening as he glared up at whoever it was, âwhereâs-â
âdonât,â mattheo cut her off with a warning, your head craning around to see who it was.
pansy parkinson.
pansy was a fellow slytherin girl in your year; you knew her a little due to sharing some classes, but you were nowhere near being friends.
pansy just glanced between the two of you, her jaw slightly dropping further and further until she caught herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
âyouâre fucked up, mattheo riddle,â she hissed as she walked past your table and out of the door, seeming not only shocked, but angry.
you turned your head back to the boy, your brows furrowing in confusion. it seemed that mattheo and pansy had a silent understanding of whatever it was they were talking about, and you were not part of it.
âwhat was she talking about?â you asked, but he completely ignored you, slamming his drink onto the table and walking out of the restaurant, leaving you even more bewildered.
you watched through the front window of the restaurant, watched them argue and shout at each other about something. it seemed as if pansy was calling him out for something, but you couldnât think of what he couldâve done. sure, he was a bit of a troublemaker, but why would it affect pansy?
after a couple minutes, mattheo walked back into the restaurant, seeking incredibly annoyed about whatever the situation was.
âwhat was she talking about?â you repeated, your head tilting with not only confusion but concern.
ânothing, oh my fucking god,â he spat back, before checking himself on the way he was speaking to you, âsorry. itâs just⊠itâs nothing. itâs not going to ruin today. this is about celebrating you, not wasting time on whatever pansy parkinson has to say.â
you nodded and continued with your meal, though couldnât help but feel there was more to it than he was letting on.
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after the summer, you returned to hogwarts for your final year, everyone talking about their breaks incessantly. the issue was that mattheo had told you not to tell anyone about your involvement with him.
âletâs keep this as much of a secret as we possibly can, okay?â heâd muttered to you as you laid next to each other in bed, your head on his stomach and your body between his legs.
âwhy?â youâd asked, completely oblivious to why he wouldnât want to share your feelings for each other with your friends and be happy in public, but heâd just shut you down every time it came up.
âi wanna keep this private, angel. thereâs no need to have everyone else involved in whatever it is that weâre doing.â
if only you knew.
youâd spent the first week confined to your dorm, cancelling every plan anyone tried to make with you to wait for a single call or text from him, but nothing ever came. the second you got back to school, mattheo ghosted you.
â
you were sitting in your defence against the dark arts class, occasionally catching mattheoâs gaze every now and then. youâd always give him a small smile, but he would just look away or glance at you with a vague, unidentifiable expression. he showed no hint of compassion or knowledge of you in public past the odd conversation about the work you were doing in class when one of you were a bit lost and nobody else was willing to help. that had only happened once or twice. it was frustrating.
a small tap on the shoulder caused you to turn around, a girl sitting behind you with a sour expression on her face.
âdid you fuck daphneâs boyfriend?â she spat, glaring at you with a look that could kill.
your cheeks instantly grew a little red. youâd only ever done anything with mattheo. who was daphneâs boyfriend?
âwho?â you replied, your brows furrowing in pure confusion.
âdonât be fucking stupid,â the girl hissed, rolling her eyes, âmattheo riddle, daphneâs boyfriend.â
that one comment, that one single question seemed to bring the whole world to a stop.
you quickly asked your professor if you could go to toilet, a chance to escape the room that seemed to be clawing at your skin, ripping it raw. your eyes began to burn, a dangerous waterfall of tears threatening to spill down your face.
quickly rushing off, you brought a little attention to yourself, though it wouldnât surprise you if everyone knew what it was about. pansy mustâve told them. it hurt more that he didnât tell you.
it seemed that mattheo noticed, because, only seconds after you entered the prefect bathroom, he came rushing in after you, immediately trying to pull you into his chest, but you resisted.
âhow could you do this to me?â you whispered, unable to stop yourself from crying as you looked up at him, âhow could you do that to her? youâre⊠god, i shouldâve listened when people said that you were out of control. this isnât right, mattheo. you lied to me!â
he just stood there, seeming completely and utterly unbothered by your meltdown and rambling, his head tilting slightly.
âout of control? who told you that?â he scoffed quietly, rolling his eyes. it shocked you that the one comment he chose to pay any attention to was the one that was purely about him as a person, and not your words about how he affected everyone else.
âeveryone, mattheo, everyone says it,â you huffed out, letting out a breath of shock at how he brushed it all off, âeveryone always talks about the troublemaker that canât keep himself away from a fight and canât be nice to people. god, i thought they were so wrong. i thought that i had been the way to find a good side of you, but it wasnât even real.â
he screwed up his face slightly at your words, but didnât say anything, leaning against the wall as he mindlessly picking at his nails and giving you no attention whatsoever.
âi was so scared, yâknow that?â you whispered, your voice quiet and soft now, your eyes pleading, begging with him to hear you out, âyou were ignoring me. i thought iâd lost you and it turns out that you werenât even mine to lose. do you even know how much that hurts? you couldâve told me, at least. yeah, i wouldâve been upset, but at least you wouldâve been honest,â you continued, watching his eyes flick up to you.
âit was just a summer fling, angel,â he muttered, realising that you werenât going to stop crying. with that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving you stranded with your own thoughts. your own reflection.
it was just a summer fling.
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