#matheo riddle fanfic

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Best Friends, Right?

Pairing: Matheo Riddle x fem!Reader (y/n)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: You're in the common room studying and Matheo is so close. 

You were in the common room reading a book. Classes were out and you needed to relax. You were cuddling with Matheo. You were friends, best friends. 

Or atleast.  

That’s what you both told everyone, but deep down. No matter how to tried, you knew. You liked him. You like Matheo fucking Riddle. You don’t know how, when or what he did, but you had gained a crush on him. But the thing is, it was one sided. 

Matheo was with a different girl everyday. The boys joked that he changed girls faster than clothes. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship so you kept quiet. 

For a year.

Unbeknownst to you Matheo who you thought was having a nap had woken up a while ago. He noticed you’d zoned out. He straightened and pulled you closer, putting his nose in your neck. 

“Teo? Are you awake?” He said nothing as he continued holding you closer.He felt you lower your book and caress his cheek, “You’re really cute while you sleep, and pretty although i’ll never ever tell you this if you were awake” you played with his hair a bit then went back to your book. “Maybe that’s why I fell for you,” he froze. 

Maybe that’s why i fell for you

Soon you had put down your book (using your wand since any movement might wake up Matheo) and you laid back into him. His sleepy hands wrapped around you bringing you closer.

“You fell for me,” he mumbled into your neck. You froze. Shit. He was awake.

"What?" You feigned confusion.

"Don't play daft darling I heard you earlier," he mumbles, his gaze still on you. You had said that part outloud. He waits for an answer, his eyes roving over you.

"I- it's a silly crush i had a while ago, like a really really long time agao, it's not really something to think hard about, because like obviously you don't feel the same way so let's just ignore th-" Matheo rolls his eyes and you stop.

"Weren't you the one who said to stop assuming things," he drawls his voice low and husky. You furrow your brow. What?

"Teo, What am i assuming?" He comes closer, and closer till he's a hair breadth away.

"That I don't feel the same," your eyes unfocuse and a shaky gasp leaves your lips, your gaze drops to the lips you've been fantasising about since 5th year. "Speechless are we love?"

"But you, you're with a different girl everyday Teo, I'm not interested in being one of them," he tilts his head a slight smile on his face.

"The reason, I thought was quite clear since Enzo, Teddy, Draco and Pansy couldn't keep their mouth shut or their jokes to themselves." You're definitely confused now.

"Darling, the reason I'm with another girl everyday is because I'm hoping I might feel something for them, that I might love them, that I'd be released from loving someone who didn't look my way," he chuckles. "The first day we met, I introduced myself, hand stretched and everything, only for you to just drop your name and go back to your book, leaving me hanging," you chuckle remembering that day.

"I apologised didn't I"

"Yes, but you still made an impression, an impression that made me fall hopelessly in love with you," Matheo plays with your hand.

"But you never looked at me like that, or atleast I didn't know you ever looked at me like that, so the girls I went out with were a distraction from you,"

"You love me?-" you were cut off as he kisses you, his hands wrapping around your waist bringing you in, onto his lap. You lazyly kissed him back relishing in it.

"I say all that and you still have to ask," you smile and say nothing before laying your head im his shoulder breathing in his scent.

You just giggling and kiss him again, and again and again and again.

"I should be concerned about all the affection I'm receiving but strangely I'm not, Do you want to go for desert downstairs," Matheo says. "Consider it our first date, official date,"

"I'd like that,"

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Selling my boyfriend •ᴗ•

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Do You Still Care?

pairing: bf!mattheo x fem!gryffindor!chaser!reader

genre: angst

tw: mental health issues on y/n’s side (briefly) mentioned, mention of sex, swearing

word count: 5112

summary: mattheo’s plan to see if you still care backfires completely and ends with a breakup, but are you two able to resolve what's gone wrong?

Songs: the way i loved you - taylor swift (lyrics used), scared of my guitar - olivia rodrigo

a/n: thanks for the help @inksoakedparchment <3

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dividers by @chachachannah

The promise ring landed on the cold stone flooring of the Slytherin common room with a metallic clink as you dropped the silver jewellery to catch Mattheo’s attention. You were both disappointed and frustrated with him because the last thing you thought you’d see when stepping into the Slytherin commons was a girl, clearly not you, sitting in your boyfriend’s lap.

Mattheo, clearly enjoying himself as he had his hands on the girl’s waist, turned his head to look at you. The shine left his eyes as they met yours, but his gaze soon dropped to the ring he bought you for your second anniversary, which was now on the floor. It stirred something in him, even the thought of it not being on your finger, where it belonged didn’t sit right in him. But he had to hide his pain. He knew he couldn’t break now.

Your facial muscles hardened as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, eyeing your boyfriend angrily, the girl in his lap oblivious to everything around her as all she cared about was that she got the privilege of touching Mattheo Riddle.

“I’m breaking up with you,” you exclaimed coldly, closing off the emotions and locking them up before they could overtake you. If he plays the indifferent, so are you.

This snapped Mattheo out of his trance as he realized he took it too far, and that his plan backfired. “What? No, Y/N, you can’t just say that-“

“Well, yeah, I can,” you spat and shook your head as you eyed the girl from a year below you in his lap and with a scoff, you added, “We’re over, Mattheo.”

“No, you’re overreacting,” he practically pushed the girl off his lap as he got up to be at eye level with you. Walking up to you, he took the promise ring from the floor and held it up for you between his thumb and index fingers. “We’re good together, princess. I love you, you love me. You can’t break up with me,” he shook his head as he tried to hold a desperate sound back, trying hard to maintain this cold facade he mastered throughout the years — the one he only let fall completely when he was around you.

You pushed his hand with the ring away as you spoke up angrily, “But I’m not going to be a second choice every time you see a pretty girl!” and without warning, you turned around and walked out of the common room.

He was still shocked as he stared at your ring between his fingers. This was a stupid game, he shouldn’t have done this. You were his first real girlfriend. The first serious relationship and the last he wanted to ever end. Why did he flirt with a girl in the first place even? It was because you two had been arguing a lot lately, which only resulted in your relationship becoming more of a competition of who can shut down more and keep the indifferent, cold act up. You needed time because it had always been hard for you to express your feelings the moment they appeared — you needed to digest them and let them digest you before you could finally get them off your chest in one way or another. But the more you kept it for yourself the more he thought you were falling out of love with him and didn’t care about him anymore. That’s why he came up with this idea; to make you jealous to see if you did still care. He was only now thinking about how he should’ve given you the time you needed to open up.

You hadn't even talked to him for weeks, trying to push the pain of the breakup down by focusing on other things: your studies, friends, yourself and you were working on erasing Mattheo from your life. And how could you make yourself forget about that twat? By replacing him.

Not the most logical thing to do, for sure and it only complicated things even more, but you got together with Michael Corner from Ravenclaw. It wasn't quite a mature thing to do, especially when Michael did actually have feelings for you and you knew how you'd regret this later because it could only end in pain on one of your side. Because if he found out you — let's be real — used him, he'd get heartbroken and angry. But if he didn't find out, you'd be unhappy with him which he probably wouldn't even notice. So, this is how you got yourself trapped in this vicious circle.

Mattheo, on the other hand, had been acting like a complete douchebag since you'd broken up with him. Not that he had been that nice before. But now the number of the fights he got himself into had severely increased, he started acting colder than anytime else before, and he started looking through you like you weren't even there. He also lost interest in his studies almost completely, his marks dropping lower and lower each day. Or, well, his enquiry had decreased to practising the jinxes and hexes he'd learnt on other students, and getting rid of his excess energy and frustration on the Quidditch pitch. Each and every time he saw you, it just annoyed him so much. He didn't like you with this new other guy, he hated how you seemed to enjoy your life without him so easily. He despised Michael, hated the way he talked with that stupid Welsh accent, and how he always seemed to have his goddamn hand on your waist, right where he had his when you two were together. No one other than him had the right to touch you, in his opinion, and he couldn't stand the mental image of you with someone else. He missed seeing the way your face lit up every time you got excited about something, he missed how your pretty eyes were sparkling and shining when you looked at him. He missed you, and how it had been before things started going spiralling down with all those many and frequent arguments lately. He was miserable and as much as it is selfish, he wanted you to feel just as bad.

But leading the word back to you, erasing him from your life had been harder than you make it seem to be. But knowing his grades were dropping and seeing him acting like a total arse to everyone all you could think of is how this all is your fault, how you were the source of causes behind him changing this seriously.

By the time the day of the Gryffindor-Slytherin match came, students were betting on either team or even making it complicated as "Potter will catch the Snitch but Slytherin will win." Of course, they were; every year this is the biggest match between all houses since the rivalry is the worst between these two houses. It's even worse than a World Cup — it's like boys comparing their sizes. It's no different this year either. The Beaters aren't playing as 'nicely' as they do against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff — they don't only hit the Bludgers with their bats but the Beaters, and occasionally, the Chasers of the opposing team, too, and the Chasers go on the speed they normally would.

You were manoeuvring with the Quaffle in your hand across the field while Mattheo tried to take you down by crossing your way. Yes, he wanted to win and wanted you to lose for once but despite being as angry and frustrated with you, he couldn't bring himself to tackle you down with a Bludger. How could he? Yes, you broke up with him but that doesn't mean anyone can hurt you. You are his princess, Merlin forbid anyone touching you.

"Twat," you muttered to yourself as Mattheo passes you by, but then set off with greater speed to score another against Slytherin, making it 140-100 for Gryffindor. Soon, Slytherin scored too, as Theo got the Quaffle in his hands, but as you set off to get the ball back, a Bludger coming from Goyle hit your broom. This caused you to lose your balance and your grip on the broom handle.

Mattheo watched in horror as you were hanging from your broom, in the air, among the flying balls and students. His mind immediately went blank as he witnessed the scene before his eyes and he forgot all about the game. Without thinking about it any further, he set off in your direction instantly and wrapped an arm around your waist to save you from falling, and before you’d known, you were sitting behind him on the broom.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Making sure you don’t fall, you idiot,” he exclaimed, trying to ignore the rapid pounding of his heart in his chest as you held onto him tight. Merlin, he missed your body close to his so much.

“Thanks,” you muttered reluctantly, trying to push down ann the feelings that lingered in you for him still.

“Don’t mention it,” he shook his head with a cold tone as he took you to the ground to get your broom back from where it’d fallen. He didn’t want to let go of you, he wanted you to stay pressed up against him, just to feel your arms around him, your warm breath tickling the soft skin of his neck. But he knew he had to let go. You have moved on, you don’t even talk.

Muttering another ‘Thanks’ when you got off from behind him, you went to grab the broomstick. He hopped off his broom too, watching as your delicate figure walked away from him frustratedly, trying to keep up the image that this hadn’t affected him at all, which took him back to how much he hated your new boyfriend. He was supposed to be your boyfriend, you two should’ve lived happily ever after like you two had dreamed.

And now, after the brief moment together, he hated the Ravenclaw boy even more.

“Don’t forget the game is still going on. Or are you worried about your little boyfriend seeing us together?” the mocking words rolled off his tongue without him even thinking about what he was saying.

Your blood boiled at his comment, but when your eyes flickered to the Ravenclaw stands, seeing Michael in all Gryffindor colours, you somehow didn’t feel guilty for the Ravenclaw boy witnessing this scene with you and your ex-boyfriend. “Jealous?” You spat at Mattheo and rolled your eyes, gripping your broomstick.

He let out a sarcastic scoff and following suit, he rolled his eyes. “Jealous? Of the nerd?”

Of course he was jealous, but he couldn’t possibly admit it. This was a game of who is the most stubborn to admit their true feelings. And he wasn’t going to lose. But it took everything in him not to just push you back to the ground, climb on top of you and fuck kiss you until you forget your goddamn boyfriend’s name.

“Yeah. Jealous ‘cause I’m with him?” You stepped back. Michael is a nice guy, you had to give him that. But he’s not Mattheo. Michael wasn’t by far the one you wanted, not who you loved. He didn’t have those mesmerizing chocolate eyes that stared into your soul and shined when he was looking at you, he didn’t have the dark curls you instinctively raked your fingers through after a long day when he was lying on top of you, using your breasts as a pillow and listening to your heartbeat like it was a music you composed only for him.

His eyes remained on you, and that little statement made him snap on an instant. He threw his broom onto the ground to be able to step closer and pull you in by the waist and flush your body against his. By this time, he had completely forgotten about the match going on — not that you had thought about that at this moment either. It was just the two of you again, even if just for a moment, even if it was only arguing with your ex-boyfriend. “Damn right, I’m jealous. He gets to touch you. He gets to kiss you. I hate it.”

“He can see this. Us. Everyone can,” you instinctively gripped onto his upper arms as your bodies stayed pressed against each other while glaring into his eyes. You couldn’t deny that you missed this closeness with him. Because your heart still only desired him and had no space for anyone else in it.

Mattheo glanced around, seeing the people and players looking at the two of you. But he didn’t actually give a damn about that right then. He was completely focused on you, his eyes burning with jealousy and a hint of desire. His hands remained on your waist as he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you without a care in the world about the public. “Do I look like I care?”

“No. We both know that’s not something you normally do,” you freed yourself from his grip as you made the snarky comment about the girl in his lap before grabbing your broom again and setting off to continue the match. How dare he come at you with how jealous he is after what he’d done? Bloody git.

The team was cheering after Harry had caught the Snitch, right when Katie scored through a hoop one last time, making the final score 340-250 for Gryffindor. When Crabbe’s Bludger hit you and you fell off your broom, leading to the ominous conversation with Mattheo, the Gryffindor team lost you, a damn good Chaser for enough time for Slytherin to win over the points, so when Crabbe scolded Mattheo for technically saving you, no one was surprised.

The stout boy yelled after Mattheo, who was currently leaving the pitch, enraged. “What the fuck was that?” Crabbe echoed, following the curly-haired boy. “It’s our job to get those bloody Gryffindors off their brooms and I had Y/L/N! She’s the best Chaser on that fucking team! Without her, we would’ve won! But you had to go and save her like the damn Prince Charming you are?!”

Mattheo clenched his jaw as Crabbe shouted at him, his arms crossed against his chest. He knew that Crabbe was right. It wasn’t his smartest move to save your ass, but deep down he also knew that no one should harm you. He was not losing you.

“So what? You want me to let you take her down or something? And yes, I’m the one to save her because she’s the only goddamn person worth saving in this whole world.”

You overheard his words and your whole body froze. Suddenly, all other noises, your team’s and the other students’ happy cheers were tuned out, you could only hear Mattheo’s words repeating in your head. Your heart was already pumping ten times faster, and stronger as well, you could hear the drum, the fast da-dum in your ears. The only person worth saving? You?

“Fuck, mate! What happened to the dickhead you’ve been since you two broke up?” Crabbe continued spitting in Matt’s face. “I started to think you got some sense when she dumped you! She’s just a dumb Gryffindor who likes being the centre of attention, dude, grow up! She’s not like us, not worth your time! Just some basic ass bitch — but she’s fuckable, I give you that”

Mattheo could feel his anger and rage building within him, but he tried to keep his cool, knowing that if he snapped, there would be no stopping him. He glanced in your direction, seeing you standing in the distance, watching him and Crabbe. He clenched his jaw as Crabbe called you a 'dumb Gryffindor', as he said you’re not worth his time. But the last comment, about you only being some nice piece of meat, made him snap. He suddenly sprang closer to Crabbe and pushing him against the wall of the changing rooms, Mattheo pinned him the boy twice his size there, relentlessly gripping his Quidditch robes.

“Shut your goddamn mouth, you piece of shit,” he spat at Crabbe. “You don't even know her. You don't have the right to talk about her, you don't have the right to say her name! And if you dare talk about her like that again, I will tear you limb from limb!” he growled at the other boy in a low voice, his eyes darkened by anger and rage.

“Aw, Riddle, you gone soft for her. Is shagging her this nice?” Crabbe, being taller and bigger in a sense that’s not muscle mass laughed at Mattheo with a grin, not realizing the next thing Mattheo would do for sure was breaking his nose.

But before he could have done any damage to the boy, you pulled Mattheo away, knowing there would be nothing that could stop him from potentially sending Crabbe into a coma and himself in detention. For you. Because of you. Again.

When your hands grabbed onto his biceps to pull him back, his fingers instinctively softened on the fabric of Crabbe’s robes, knowing your touch like the back of his palm. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him as you held onto him and pulled him back, the urge to spin around and kiss you growing stronger than any, but he was still too pissed over Crabbe’s words.

“He’s not worth it. Just some douchebag,” you muttered to Mattheo when he started to try to escape your arms, Theo helping you by using a muting charm on Crabbe in order to keep him from saying anything else that would anger Mattheo even further. Partly angrily, you shoved him under a rain of cold water in the changing rooms to have him come to his senses, still in your Quidditch robes.

The cold shower snapped him out of the haze of anger Crabbe’s words put him into, his breathing returning back from feral to normal as he faced you in the shower, his hair soaking wet and his robes already dripping too — your clothes were somewhat damp as well by that time. “I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to stop myself back there,” he shook his head slightly.

“I know,” you just nodded, while in an internal fight between love and hate where you had no idea which one to let win.

Mattheo, knowing you more than anyone else, instantly knew what you were thinking, now that he was finally focusing on you and not on keeping the cold facade up in front of you. He could feel his dark curls stick to his forehead as they were soaking wet, still standing under the cold water. He looks at you for a moment before speaking up. “Just scream at me. Shout whatever you want.”

You wanted to scream, and shout, just like he had told you to. But you knew you had to stay away from him emotionally because it would only lead to you breaking down in front of him, which would probably end in a position with him that would be considered cheating on Michael. Your boyfriend. Mattheo wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, for fuck’s sake!

You shook your head. “No,” you scoffed and turned the water off before taking a step back. “Thanks for defending me. And saving my ass. But we’re over,” you said, your demeanour cold and distant as you turned around and walked away.

Mattheo's eyes widened in shock as he heard you say you were over, again. The panic and pain that washed over him got the best of him and quickly grabbed your arm again and turned you around, forcing you to face him again. He didn't want to lose you completely, not like this, not because of his own stupidity. "You don't mean that," he shook his head as he spoke up in desperation.

"Yes, I do," you scoffed angrily. No, in fact, you did not mean it at all. "You were openly flirting with that Slytherin, she was looking at you like she had given you head earlier! Oh, or had she? Why did you go and have to do that?"

Mattheo's expression turned from desperate to frustrated in no time as he clenched his jaw. He took a step closer to you, his voice growing more agitated. "Damn, Y/N, I was just messing around, I-"

"Messing around?" you cut in with an irritated scoff, covering the pain of betrayal. "When you had a girlfriend? Are you insane?" you pushed him back to make him stumble a bit and let go of your arm, on the verge of crying out of frustration and hurt.

At your refusal to trust him, his frustration and annoyance only grew, showing in a sigh and a scowl as you pushed him away. "I've never done anything with her! I would never do anything with her, Y/N. I don't want anyone else but you, don't you get that?"

"I don't care! I don't want someone who's doing things behind my back! Next time you get someone pregnant and tell me you were only messing around?!" you shook your head as the first set of tears started running down your cheek.

Mattheo felt his anger being replaced by a sense of shock and pain as he got accused of ever being able to cheat on you. "Damn it, Y/N, I'd never do anything with anyone else! I just... I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."

"Why?" you ran a frustrated hand through your hair while shaking your head. You started to lose it, not understanding the situation by now.

"Because I'm a moron, okay?" he scoffed bitterly. "Because I knew you'd get jealous if you saw me like that. We were falling out and I wanted to see if you still cared!" he spilt, to which a gobsmacked and frustrated expression got painted on your face. He thought you stopped caring about him?

I mean, sure, you two had started falling out and you two did argue a lot in the past month or two, but it wasn't at all because you didn't care about him anymore. You just couldn't quite word what was happening inside you. And right when you were finally ready and stepped into the common room to fill him in and come clean, he was sitting there, on the couch with another girl in his lap.

Suddenly the few little tears turned into rivers as fat drops rushed down both your cheeks, out of all the anger, frustration, sadness and disappointment that have built up in the past few weeks. You backed off, towards the door but as he saw you do that with the heavy rain of tears that were streaming down your face, his eyes welled up as well and he warily took a step closer to you to pull you into a tight embrace while muttering "No, no, no, don't cry." You gave in to the similarity of his touch and leaned into it for a second before coming to your senses and pulling away, knowing Michael was waiting for you outside.

Mattheo watched you suddenly abort the physical contact between the two of you, his expression quickly changing to confusion and disappointment as you stepped back. He didn't have to see the boy to know the reason behind your motions. "No, wait," he reached out and grabbed your wrist to turn you around with a desperate voice and a pleading tone. "Don't go. Please, don't go with him."

"I have to," you replied as you were forced to look into his eyes but you couldn't mask the pain anymore. "He's my boyfriend."

Those words felt like a punch to the gut for Mattheo, shattering the remains of his heart into a million little pieces. Hearing you call Michael Corner your boyfriend caused a wave of pain and anger to course through his veins. He clenched his jaw, his grip on your wrist only growing firmer the more desperate he became. "You don't have to, that's the point. You're with me, not him. You're mine, not his."

Your blood boiling, you freed your wrist from his tight grip exasperatedly. "You don't fucking own me, Mattheo Thomas Riddle"

"Damn it, I know I don't! I never said that. But we belong together, Y/N/N. You know you don't love him. Not like you love me."

He dares to call you by your nickname?

"Unfortunately," you spit, "that's not your fucking business anymore."

This is how we get to the present day. You broke things off with Michael yesterday after guilt got too much for you to handle, after realizing you can't possibly keep stringing him along like some dog, you can't use him to drown the feelings you have for Mattheo. And this is why you are currently in the music room on the fifth floor. It has always been like some sort of shelter for you. It's never judged, had a piano you played with preference and you could just sit down and live up to your artistic skills. You wrote your poems and songs here.

Mattheo knows. Not about the break-up but how much time you spend in this classroom. He sometimes accompanied you as well, while you two were together. So, when he doesn't find you in your room after hearing you ended things with Michael, this is where he looks for you.

You're sitting by the piano, playing the instrument in question, singing something you wrote a few days prior. And Mattheo's only watching, standing by the door, listening to your beautiful, usually soothing but now oh-so-troubled voice, paying attention to how your delicate fingers dance over the keys.

"...He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you..."

It's a gasp that snaps you out of the song and your focus is instantly shifted the moment you turn to look at the person the sound came from, and you find yourself facing Mattheo. He's feeling guilty, but then again, the knowledge that you miss him makes him feel proud and a strange sense of happiness flows through him. It fills him with the hope that maybe, just maybe there is a chance to make this thing work between the two of you.

"Are you following me?" you ask, scoffing as you shut your feelings out again when looking at him.

"Maybe I am," he admits with a shrug, trying to feign nonchalance. He glances at the piano before shifting his attention back to you, and saying, "heard you playing."

"No shit, Sherlock," you bark bark back at him.

"This was about me, wasn't it?" he steps to the piano and looks down at you after closing the door.

"About comparing you and Michael," you correct him.

"And what's the point in that?"

"To remind myself how I love an obnoxious prick instead of someone who's kind and caring," you roll your eyes.

Mattheo scowls at your insult and crosses his arms defensively. "I'm not obnoxious. I'm not going to pretend to be someone else to fit your definition of 'kind' and 'caring.'"

"I miss my Mattheo," you exclaim coldly. "" Who was like that, with me. Who didn't try to make me jealous because he was fucked in the head and thought I didn't care!"

He sighs in frustration, running his hand through his hair. "I still am that Mattheo. I never stopped being him. I was just trying to get a reaction out of you, to see if you cared at all. Nothing with that girl was serious."

You scoff. "And now you expect me to just forgive and forget for choosing not to talk about the very obvious problem but to go the easier way?"

Exasperated by the conversation, he shakes his head. "No. No, I don't expect you to do that so easily. I know what I did was wrong, okay? I know I messed up. But I was angry and frustrated because we were fighting almost every day for weeks and you weren't making it any easier by not telling me about how you were feeling. I-I was worried about you and then I was worried for us, for the future we've planned. I acted unreasonably and the next thing I know is you taking your ring off and me losing you because of my own stupidity."

Taken aback, you shake your head with thoughts of all kinds going through your head. He still loves you, how could you deny him? "I told you I had something going on that I wasn't able to talk about yet," you shake your head.

"I know. I know and I'm sorry. I should've given you the time and I should've been patient. But I feared I was losing you," he lets out a guilty, ragged breath. "I'm not begging you, but I'm not giving up on you, on us either. I'm sorry, I miss you," he says, tapping his fingertips on top of the piano as he looks down at you.

Letting out a relieved sigh at hearing the genuineness of his tone and words, you get up from the instrument and step toward him, taking his hand in yours, thus making both of your hearts skip a beat before they start to beat more rapidly. The truth is, you don't think he could ever do anything that'd make you stop loving him.

"I'm sorry and I miss you too," you reply softly, making him smile while the shine returns to his chocolate eyes as he looks at you. He reaches into his pocket, then holds the promise ring you've taken off out for you. He's been having it in his pocket since that day, and on his nightstand at night. "May I?"

With a small yet genuine smile, you nod and hold your hand out for him, and after returning it to where it belongs, he kisses your hand gently. "I'll never let you go again."

"You better."

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Can I request a Mattheo Riddle X Y/n Malfoy

Perhaps Draco and Mattheo are good friends and Draco finds out that him and Y/n are secretly dating and he is possessedddddd

Omg that is a really good idea I was so excited writing it.💚

Nickname: Matty

Mattheo and I were in class, Draco was sitting next to me on one side , Mattheo on the other.

Mattheo started to put his hand on my thigh going higher and higher as he reached the fabric and rubbed it.

I slammed my head on the desk , the pleasure is killing me.

“Y/n are you ok , do you have a headache.”

He rubes faster

“Yes Draco, I’m fine.”

The bell rings

I move Mattheo’s hand away and leave to my dorm.

Mattheo & Draco pov

“Do you think Y/n is ok.”

“I’m sure she is just fine.”

“No Mattheo what if she is hurt ,I’m going to check on her.”

I walk over to Y/n room and knock on the door.

She answers , let’s us in. “Y/n are you ok I just want to check in on you because you did not look ok earlier.”

She turns bright red and looks at Mattheo.

I go to Y/n phone to check the time , I see Mattheo and her kissing as the background.

Y/N WHAT THE FUCK , WHY IS MATTHEO KISSING YOU!!!

Y/n pov

“Draco I don’t know what to say, we were going to tell you.”

He comes up to me and pinned me to the wall, yelling I’m my face.

“Y/N HOW DARE YOU.”

He slapped me across the face that’s when Mattheo came , he was furious with Draco.

Mattheo came up to him , slammed him against the wall.

“DRACO DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER LIKE THAT.”

“Guys stop.”, I stand in front of Mattheo so he stop’s yelling.

“Y/n when did you start dating Mattheo.”

“8 months ago.”

“Why did you not tell me.”

“You slapped me when you found out , that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“I’m just mad that you didn’t tell me.”

“Please apologize to Mattheo.”

“Don’t apologies to me apologies to Y/n.”

“I’m sorry both of you I overacted.”

“It’s ok Draco we forgive you.”

As soon as Draco left , Mattheo and I cuddled in bed he creased my cheek, “I’m sorry he hit you my love.”

“It’s ok he was just upset.”

“I love you Matty.”

“I love you more princess.”💚🖤

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The Letter - chapter 12

September 7th, 1992

My fingers glided along the instrument's strings, maintaining the song's quick beat. Keeping pace with the notes while moving my bow back and forth, which led my arm to ache.

While the song was quick, it was calming. I shut my eyes and surrendered to the gentle hum of my violin, letting go of all my anxieties and concerns.

The music filled the room, enveloping me in a sense of peace and tranquility. The melody carried me away to a place where nothing else mattered except the harmony I was creating.

The song came to a slow halt, and I gradually slowed the bow as the tempo dropped.

I grinned as I opened my eyes and glanced at my instrument. They always took away the music that was the solution to my issues. I had faith that things would work out as long as I had my violin.

As I look around the room, I see a black owl with a piece of brown parchment, and I smile, knowing that it is from my father.

I slowly walked over the owl and gently took the parchment and quickly thanked the bird. I went over to bed and sat down on the bed and opened the parchment.

My Dear πάντα,

How has school been going? 

The house is lonely without you. I went out to go see an old friend of mine, and it was exceptionally fun; maybe I should go out more. Have you made any friends yet? 

I became friends with James and your dad on the train. The three of us imeditally became close.

Dad was able to do his yearly write to me this weekend; in his letter he said to tell you that, "Nothing can forever be wrong or forgotten; I love you, my bow; we shall see the other soon.". I'm not sure what he meant by that, but maybe you can figure it out.

I love and miss you dearly, my dear.

Please be good; detention is no fun, believe me.

Your father, Remus Lupin

I smiled as I sat the letter down on the bed. I knew I should write back as soon as possible, but I'm extremely hungry, so I decided to get breakfast.

As I walked down a corridor, I saw a huge window allowing the Saturday morning light into the area; it was nice and bright, and I decided that after breakfast I should go out for a walk, sense it was such a fine day out. 

When I turned to walk into the great hall when I ran into something, wait, no one. 

"Sorry," I say without looking to see who it was.

"It's alright, I've done it to," a male voice said. "It's Amalia, right?"

"Yes," I say, looking up to see Fred towering over me.

"Pleasure to meet you, Amalia. I'm Fred. I was about to wake my twin so the two of us could eat breakfast together, but I'll just let him sleep," Fred says while looking down at me. "Would you like to come eat with me?"

"Yaa," I say, smiling.

"Come on then," he says, waving, telling me to follow him.

[gracexthoughts]

Of Violent Delights Intro

“These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume.” -William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet 

Euphemia Potter, the older sister of Harry Potter and heir to the Potter name and fortune, enters her 5th year of Hogwarts ready to take on the challenges of O.W.L.s, Quidditch games, and the never ending task of trying to keep her little brother out of trouble. However, one challenge she did not expect is having to perform prefect duties with none other than Mattheo Riddle, the only son and heir of Lord Voldemort. While struggling against forces known and unknown, the heirs of two of the most infamous wizarding families in history come to find they have more in common than either would care to admit. 

Euphemia Lily Potter; 17, 5th year, Gryffindor Princess, The Girl Who Lived

Born 30 January 1978 to James and Lily Potter

“You have no idea what you are asking of me! To turn my back on everything my parents died for, on my brother, my friends, all you for?”

Mattheo Marvelo Riddle; 18, 5th year, Slytherin Casanova, Heir of The Dark Lord

Born to 29 August 1977 to Medusa and Tom Riddle

"Yeah, well at least I don't pretend to be better than I am. Running around pretending you are a good person is worse than just accepting you aren't one."

mostly canon compliant, slow(ish) burn, forced proximity, enemies to lovers

[simpingcorner]

I may or may not have the first 9 chapters to a fanon, oc, probably really bad written Golden trio era Matheo Riddle fanfiction (starting from year 4), with lots of fanon and new characters...

And the first 7 chapters to a show based, with book's details, oc, Kaz Brekker fanfiction.....

If anyone's interested let me know, I'm thinking about posting either one or both of them, my ideas are cool I just need to find a way to write them down, they are really a trust the process kind of fics.

Let me know if I should post them.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET-

You said or... babes i can do both 😩Imma do Matheo cus he was first

Arms

You needed Matheo's potions homework and Draco said you could find him in the Slythering dorms he even gave you the password. Usually when Draco is nice something is going to to happen but as you stood at the door of his dorm.

You were gobsmacked.

Matheo was leaning on a chair in his room, shirtless save for his black trousers which were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Hey Teo," your voice an octave higher than usual. As he lifted his hand to wave you over your eyes landed on his arms. He pushed himself off and made his way to you and all you could hear was your sharp intake of breath.

Matheo couldn't help but notice how your eyes seemed to trail down his neck, down his chest landing on his arms. He thought he was just putting to much into it. But he couldn't also help but notice how your eyes were locked onto them. He even started using his hands while he spoke, silencing fighting the urge to laugh.

But now as he saw the look on your face, he was surely a lost cause.

You however were clueless.

"What brings you here lovely," his voice making your brain melt. His eyes twinkling. As your eyes trailed down his face you realised just how attractive Matheo Riddle actually was.

And just how much he affected you. Now as he stood no more than centimeters between you felt it.

"You're handsome," you hadn't noticed you'd said it till he chuckled. You noticed how his eyes crinkled at their corners showing his youth. How he seemed to throw back his head and how his arms flexed shoeing more of his veins.

"Thank you lovely, all this is yours,"

"Mine?" You asked your hands unconsciously reaching over. Your hands latched onto his arms running up and down slowly. "Really?"

"Really,"

Your knees felt weak. He closed the gap between you two and his lips hovered over yours.

"Please," his lips held yours, your teeth painfully gnashing together. You felt your back against the door of his dorm.

Click

Suddenly you were on top of him slowly grinding on his lap. He laughed at how needy you were.

"What brought this on lovely," he sucked in a breath as you grinded over his dick. "Not that I'm complaining,"

"I-" your face flushes with embarrassment. "It's um," you pant as you pick up the pace. He suddenly flips you both.

"Hmm? Now I'm curious," You finally break under his gaze.

"You-your arms...I-" you falter.

"My arms turn you on?" All you can do is nod at him. He hums as his hands trace your thigh bring your panties down with it. [look at the gif] he grips you tight.

"I guess I'll take care of this then, since it's partially my fault" he grins. That's all you remember before your eyes are quite literally tuck at the back of your skull, due to his 'care'...

[apparentlytheproblem]

credit: @dear-november19 <3

M A R C U S L O P E Z M A S T E R L I S T

OR

M A T H E O R I D D L E M A S T E R L I S T

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The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty? [by annon]

warnings-

modern au, he's famous, smut, undergarments [help], previously annoyed reader, sitting on his face-, what are you even doing here? go study or touch grass or smthn

dating matheo riddle

just basic head cannons, there aren't any warnings, pretty sfw :)

[kaciebello]

Hiii

Can you write slytherin boys with reader being their girl best friend and her tampon string breaks in her and she ask them for help! (Either as a prank or serious)

Thank you pookiiiee

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Slytherin boys texts genre: humour warning: none note: this one was so funny, thank you! Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Prompt list ☾

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[sunkissedscribbles]

How To Save A Life

pairing: bestfriend!mattheo riddle x mentallyill!reader

genre: angst, angst, angst

tw: major character death. get some tissues. not proofread

word count: 1626

a/n: i should really write some fluff after this – this is the third one like this in just over a week

playlist: How to Save a Life - The Fray, The Beach - The Neighbourhood

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dividers by @chachachannah

Hogwarts was empty without your presence, it was all too silent without your laughter filling his being and making him smile. It was hard now that you were gone. It was boring, dull, the emptiness weighing down on him was all-consuming; it was gnawing at him from the inside.

Mattheo hadn’t been himself since summer break started. Your argument left lingered mercilessly and was eating him away. It was stupid, so, so stupid.

“I can’t believe you did that, Mattheo!” you called out, entering your dorm with him right behind you. You couldn’t help the anger that was taking over your entire being.

“It’s not like it’s anything serious!” he objected with a shake of his head, following close behind you and shutting the door.

“Not anything serious?” you repeated with an unamused scoff. “You’re so selfish! How can you not see just how serious this is?”

“Look, let me explain-”

You swatted away the hand reaching out to calmingly touch your shoulder, “No! You made a fucking bet, about shagging girls! Don’t you think that’s humiliating? Isn’t that sexist in your mind?”

“Y/N, just let m-”

“I thought I knew you,” you shook your head with disappointment evident in your voice and with a lingering hurt that your knotted eyebrows told the most about. When he didn’t try to object, to explain, you continued with a bitter scoff, “They were right. You’re just as heartless and selfish as your father.”

You could hear him calling your name out one last time but you were already on the other side of the door.

Mattheo left you raging alone, knowing you needed some time alone.

And he was too bitter to go after you, the cut was still too fresh. Because how could you, his best friend say something so cruel to him about what you knew was a sore point for him? You knew just how it touched him to be compared to his father, yet you did it.

And you’d come back anyway.

You didn’t.

The last few days of the second term of your sixth year had gone by with the both of you silenced by your frustration and bitterness. You felt betrayed by him, even if the bet hadn’t been about you, nor had it included you in the slightest. Yet still, you thought Mattheo wouldn’t do such a thing. His regular hookups were one thing, but this? This was outright awful.

You hadn’t even said goodbye to him, nor had you sat with him on the train. Maybe you should’ve apologised for being so harsh. But it was still an open wound.

He’d write over the summer anyway, no matter how the things at the manor would be going.

He didn’t.

He’d been waiting for days in a row for an owl from you to fly through the open window, he’d checked it every damn morning for almost a week but there was no sign of you. With a sigh, he thought maybe he should be the one breaking the ice.

Dear Y/N, How are you doing? It’s been a while since we last talked. How are you? Things at the manor are the same as always, not the easiest but I manage through the days. I’m sor- I wish we could meet, life’s awfully quiet without you.  I mis- Looking forward to hearing from you. Yours, Mattheo

He sat a good fifteen minutes over the parchment, just staring at it. “Bullshit,” he muttered and with a definite movement he showed the addressed letter into his desk.

Your dilemma was the same: shall you or shall you not write to Mattheo? You’d waited patiently for days but you hadn’t heard from him and this only fuelled the fire in you, it only made your mental health conditions worse, as the only person you could hold on to, the only sure point in your life was not reaching up to you. this filled you with bitterness, as well as disappointment, but what weighed most was the sense of not being enough, the thought that you weren’t important to him anymore, and how it put even more pressure on your shoulder to think he realised your baggage of several mental health issues wasn’t worth it. You felt abandoned, invalidated, even.

It was over a week when you gave i and sat down to write probably the most honest letter of your life, without the polite manners the British used.

Dear Mattheo, I’m sorry for that day. I said things I shouldn’t have, I don’t know what’s got into me when I said that. You’re not like him, I was selfish for saying so. You could never be like him. You have such a big heart, even if you don’t show it to just anyone. Yes, you can be really infuriating at times but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. In opposition, you care a lot about those close to you and it’s admirable just how you always stand up for us, even when you turn to beating people up for badmouthing me us. I must be even more selfish for saying this but I love you for that. I really don’t want to lose you over something so stupid. I’d love it if we could talk it through. Yours, always, Y/N

But you, you didn’t send it either – finding the shoebox under your bed a better place for it as it was too sappy for your liking, and knowing maybe he’d misunderstand what you meant by how you love him. You didn’t know how to take it either.

Two weeks spent in this he/she would write anyway state of mind got the two of you writing unsent letters to the other, each one more and more desperate, and revealing more. It was like writing into a journal.

Matt, I’m going completely insane.  Life is so hard without you, I can’t bear it. Remember how I told you about those bad thoughts? How there’s something watching me? It won’t go away. It’s getting worse and worse, I can’t breathe. I can’t do this without you. (You’re) You were the light in my life and I can’t see anymore. I’ve never felt this numb before. Yours, Y/N

The more you wrote the more you hated yourself for being so selfish that you hadn't apologized. For ruining everything. You reminisced more about what it was like before, how you loved Mattheo, how you felt so safe with him, in his hugs, his cologne filling your nostrils as you told him your deepest secrets.

Mattheo, I’m really sorry. I wish I were stronger, I wish I fought harder, but I failed. I failed really bad. Remember when I first told you about what was going on inside my head? You didn’t abandon me, though I thought you would. You have been there for me, ever since then, and I’m really grateful. We had something special, a bond I could have only ever dreamt of. You made me feel things I had no idea I was capable of. You were my everything. But I failed you. I wish I had told you just how much I loved you, how much I needed you and cared for you, but I was a coward because hell, I was so afraid of rejection. Because how could you ever reciprocate my pathetic little feelings? You were the brightest star in my life and I'd like to remember you that way. So shiny, gorgeous, yet untouchable, too far away for a simple girl like me to ever touch. I still dread what I said to you when we last talked, about who I compared you to. If I hadn't said that, if I hadn't been too proud to apologize maybe things wouldn't have happened this way. I'm really, really sorry, for hurting you. And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm going to watch over you. I love you. Yours only, Y/N

He stands by your grave with a stack of unsent letters – one for each day of the summer break and even after. He still writes to you, you're his best friend after all, and that won't ever change just because you're gone. With a heavy heart and a suffocating lump, he places another letter on the stack, carefully wrapped around so the wind does not blow them away. He places a red rose on top of it and just as his tears begin to fall, the rain starts to pour down on your grave, soaking his clothes and the letters, but he doesn't care.

Dearest Y/N, Your funeral was beautiful. Remember how you joked about wanting 'Highway to Hell' to be played at the ceremony? I told you it would only ever happen over my dead body. Over yours, you replied, laughing. Looks like, as always, you were right. I shouldn't have played that game with you. Just how I shouldn't have made that bet, and how I shouldn't have kept all these letters in the darkness of the drawer of my desk. I still can't believe you're gone. You're gone, and with you, so is the hope that I'll ever love again. I should've told you how I loved you. How I still do, and will forever. You were my sun, my moon, all the stars in the sky for me. Damn it, you were my whole universe, and I was so lost, in you, all the time. Lost in those eyes of yours, your beautiful voice, that mesmerizing smile and the way you navigated through the life you had, wishing I'd be a part of it someday. I love you, Y/N, with all my heart, for eternity. Yours, and yours only, Matt

✰ Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life How to save a life

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• I do not want to write characters X character

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• Theodore Nott

• Lorenzo Berkshire

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The Mission - Chapter 10

November 3rd, 1990

"Get her!" I hear one of them yell, "She can't get away!"

I rounded the corner, and I saw several policemen running towards me in their dark blue uniforms. As I turn around, I see more police coming towards me from the opposite direction.

"Amalia, please, we just want to talk about your custody," the chief says as he walks towards me, gently grabbing onto my arm.

"There's nothing to talk about," I respond, yanking my arm away, preparing to put up a fight.

"Amalia, your dad has custody of you again," he says gently, taking a step towards me.

"I don't remember him, I whisper. I take a step back, but I run into a policeman who gently grabs my arms to keep me in place.

"We know that, but the Malfoy family doesn't want your custody, and your dad does, and he was able to get it back," the chief says, walking close to me.

"No one has ever wanted me," I responded, fighting against the policemen's grip. "They've always thrown me away like a piece of shit."

"Your dad does want you, kid. He's willing to fight for you, and if you don't like it after a month or two, you can ask to come to an orphanage." The chief says, looking down at me softly.

"I guess I'll give it a shot," I whisper, looking down at my feet, thinking that he was just going to throw me into the garbage like the Malfoys did.

September 4th, 1992

"Today in class we will learn how to summon our brooms. So if you could find a broom, please," Madam Hooch called to the class. "

"To sommon the broom we reach out right arm out over the broom and curl our fist, we then say "Up!" Now everyone give it a go and keep going until you do it," she called, looking around at the class.

I heard numerous "ups, but no one was able to do so, not on the first try, at least until I gave it a try.

"Up," I called, and the wooden broom came flying into my hand.

"Well done, Miss Lupin-Black; see everyone, you need to say it boldly, with confidence," Madom Hooch called out to the class.

Lena looked over at me, surprised that I could do so on the first try.

"Try," I said, nodding my head towards her broom, knowing she hasn't tried yet.

"Up," she called, and the broom slowly rose into her hand.

"Good good good!" Madam Hooch called.

Once everyone was able to summon their broom, Madam Hooch dismissed us. On our way to the great hall, Proffecor Snape stopped Lena and me from continuing.

"Miss Lupin-Black, I was just on my way to find you. Please, come take a walk with me," he said.

I nodded my head in response to his demand and looked over at Lena and said, "It's alright."

Lena nodded and kept walking to the great hall.

"Come fallow me," Snape said, walking the opposite way I had been going.

We went down several hallways until we came to a spot with a huge statue.

"Proffecor Dumbledor and I need to talk to you about an offer," Snape said before saying, "Lemon Drops."

After he said that, the statue began to move around in a circle to reveal a spiral staircase. Snape looked down at me quickly, and then he began to go up the stairs quickly, and I fell closely behind.

"Welcome, Amalia," Professor Dumbledor said, looking up at me from his desk.

"Please have a seat," he said, reaching his arm out to the seats in front of his desk.

I slowly walked over to the seat he had pointed at, nervous about what the two professors were going to talk about.

"Professor Snape has gathered you to my office today because of who you were originally raised by." Dumbledor said, "Many children are raised thinking that there is a good and evil side, but to each side they are the good and the other is the evil; there is no right or wrong when you choose a side to act on."

I nodded my head, understanding what he meant.

"On October 31st, 1981, it is said that the war ended, but no war ever truly ends; people keep the war going in some ways until it is gone from the minds of the people. You were raised by deatheaters, but you have fought against them, and with training you can earn back their trust and help the order of the pheonix by being a spy or you can join them; it will always be your choice, but, you know just as well as me and Profecor Snape that Voldemort never truly died that night, and you can be a huge part of both sides." Dumbledor said, looking at me.

"If you want to be a spy, if you want to train, all you have to do is say yes, and if you do not, just say no," Dumbledor says, looking at me.

I raised my eyes from Dumbledore's desire to meet his and said, "Yes, I want to fight against the deatheaters."

[gracexthoughts]

Chapter’s 13 and 14 out now !! <3

Of Violent Delights

Mattheo Riddle x Potter!OC

“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.” -William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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Euphemia Potter, the older sister of Harry Potter and heir to the Potter name and fortune, enters her 5th year of Hogwarts ready to take on the challenges of O.W.L.s, Quidditch games, and the never ending task of trying to keep her little brother out of trouble. However, one challenge she did not expect is having to perform prefect duties with none other than Mattheo Riddle, the only son and heir of Lord Voldemort. While struggling against forces known and unknown, the heirs of two of the most infamous wizarding families in history come to find they have more in common than either would care to admit.

a Romeo and Juliet inspired fic, enemies to lovers, slow(ish?) burn, mostly canon compliant