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Little Dove

Dark! Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary:

TW: this part is mainly story building and there will be a few parts. (I’m thinking 3ish?) Smut in next parts though ;)

A lantern flame illuminated your face as you shuffled between pages of old parchments.

Stuck behind a makeshift desk on a dingy ministry basement floor, the leaking of old pipes was the only thing keeping you company. You had applied to work as reporter for the Daily Prophet, always having a passion for writing, but yet you found yourself as an intern. Your job had you filing others articles, as you sat alone in a secluded office in the corner of hundreds of filing cabinets and bookshelves.

The sound of wings startle you from your work as an owl swoops between the lines of wooden shelves. Dropping a note on your desk and swooping back around the shelves out of site, leaving you alone yet again. Picking up the scribbled parchment you read it and almost jump with joy. The note from your boss giving you an excuse to escape your mildew prison.

Meet me in my office.

- R. Skeeter

You almost trip as you pull yourself out of your desk, not wanting to keep her waiting long. Smoothing your skirt and tucking back your frizzy hair with a scrunchie, you walk through the maze before you to the other side of the room. Before you the golden elevator Gate appears and you step in, taking the enchanted elevator up to Rita’s private office. When you get to her door, you to move your knuckles up to the large wooden door but with a swift motion, you are pulled within.

“No need dear, I knew you were here.” Her mewling voice chimed as she peered up from her green frames. Her bright blonde hair glittered in its pinned curls, accentuating the crimson lipstick she wore. Behind her, her magical quill was scribbling down your every move hastily, as to not miss a single movement you made. She smiles at you as she sets down her own papers and a chair appears with a quick flick of her wand, opposite from her.

“Now have a seat.” You sit down across from her at the chair she conjured, crossing your ankles to appear more mature.

“From what i remember you were a slytherin correct?”

“Yes, most of family is, but we do have some Ravenclaws.” You confirm her statement.

“So I expect you’re quite smart then too?” Rita says with a playful smile. And you sheepishly nod.

“So you may remember Mattheo Riddle? He’s about your age is he not?” You feel your face flush with colour at the mention of your Hogwarts upperclassman, who had been on the front page of the Prophet many times since his time in Hogwarts. The Son of the dark lord and his right hand man. A total opposite image of the older boy you had known at Hogwarts.

“We kind of knew eachother, but he graduated before me and we didn’t talk much.”

Rita gets up and walks over to a shelf picking up a journal and bringing it back over to the desk.

“Oh dear, you’re perfect!” She almost squealed. “I just knew you would be the one for the job.”

“What job?” You shift in your seat, smoothing your skirt again.

“There’s been rumours that lavish death eater parties have been happening, but I think there is more to that story. And obviously they wont let me in. It’s all very hush-hush but you, my Dear, would be the perfect little messenger bird to send in! It’s been the talk of the town for the last week and I MUST be the first person to get my hands on the details!” Rita slides the journal over to you and you open it, skimming through her pages of notes filed with gossip of these events. You can feel her excitement buzzing off of her body. She was like a teen gossiping about her crush with you, rather than your boss.

“It’s been so tight kept that not even a, let’s say a beetle, could get into them without being detected. I can’t even polyjuice myself with the security spells they have! That’s why I need you! Slytherin family, fresh out of Hogwarts, and quite pretty! It’s the perfect mix.” You put her journal down and look up at her as she rambled on. Her hands expressing her words as she paints you her picture.

“So you want me to sneak into a couple parties and tell you what’s happening? That’s it?” Rita stops and thinks for a moment, her emerald dress sparkling in the sunlight of her office.

“Well I am asking you to go into a Death Eater party where any of them could figure out what you’re up to. I mean there is a reason no one knows what happens there Darling.” She eased back into her chair, her red lips curling up again.

“And if I say yes, what’s in it for me?” You cross your arms, waiting to hear out your options. On one hand it wouldn’t be too hard of a task to complete. But on the other, what if you were caught by the Death Eaters. She ponders for a moment, before her eyes sparkle with an idea.

“I’ll publish your work and you can become my own personal assistant.” You feel your jaw drop, failing to hide your temptation. If you were her personal assistant, you could get out of the dingy basement and write your own pieces. Without a second thought you reach your hand over to her and she takes it within her own.

“Deal.” You shake her hand and she jumps out of her seat again.

“Perfect. Let’s get you ready, you have lots to learn before the next one!”

-

If you had told yourself a month ago that you would be standing in front of the Riddle Manor, you would have checked yourself into St. Mungos immediately. The black dress that had been delivered to your office earlier that morning had somehow hugged you like it had been sewn on your body. An alteration done by Rita, no doubt. But what it had in beauty it lacked in concealing your shivers as the menacing estate welcomed you into its jaws.

On the arm of a man from the ministry, you head towards the doors with the rest of the crowd, fleeing from the cold night. He was your ticket in, a pure blood with family ties to the Dark Lord, earning himself entry. All it took was a little wing manning from Rita and he was wrapped around your finger.

Inside the decor was lavish and dark, creating a powerful ambiance around each of the death eaters and their company. Your family was not pure blood, and had never followed the dark lord like other wizarding family’s so this type of glamour made you feel like a fraud. Stuck on your dates arm, you did your best to note down everything, knowing Rita would want every detail.

As per your plan, he introduced you to others and you played up being his ditzy date.

As the night progressed you noticed high ranked Death Eaters slip away into the halls of the manor. You knew they were up to whatever Rita thought they were and knew this was your ticket to getting you big scoop. Your date had long over drank and was sitting amongst his old school friends. You sat off to the side, with the other girls who had no interest in their dates drunken states. You spot another Death eater slipping out and you decide to follow them out, telling your date you were going for some fresh air.

You watch as the man saunters down the hall, not even bothering to check behind them. When they turn the corner, you pull out your enchanted note pad and start mentally taking notes as you scurry down the hall to follow him. Your note pad starts filling up pages with the scribbles of your thoughts as you note everything you saw in the ballroom.

You follow him down a few hallways and he slips around another hallway, as you go deeper in the Labyrinth of the Manor. However as you round the corner, you are met with a dead end. A hallway where the doors had no light peeking through and no sign that anyone had been down there at all. You walk to the end, where the wall stopped your tracks and tried to inspect for any hidden doors. Anything that might lead you to find where he went and what he was doing.

As you take a step back defeated, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You softly whisper the spell to hid your notepad and you feel someone’s hand slink its way around your waist. Startling you but stopping you from turning to see who had made contact with you.

“Who let you in here, darling.” A cold hand covers your mouth, pulling your back against his body with both hands. A muffled shout escapes your lips as you try to pull yourself away. You could feel his body language shift as he grips you tighter.

“Seems like a little birdy got out of her cage.” You could feel his hot breath against your ear. You were a mouse caught in a trap as his arms pulled you into on of the unoccupied rooms you had just passed.

As you are dragged into the room, his hand leaves your face. Turning you and pushing you against the door, your eyes make contact with Mattheo’s hardened features. This was not the boy you remembered, but a grown up and dangerous man.

“Hello little dove.”

A/N: sorry for the mini hiatus with my fics (didn’t stop me whining on my blog though haha) my life literally went to pieces with midterms, being sick and breaking up with my BF. Anyways I haven’t started on part 2 yet but I’ll definitely start that soon. As for my Theo fic, I’m stuck with the smut so that’s awkward lol.

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Mattheos the type of guy to slowly fuck you through your orgasm, smirking while you ramble nothings, “Oh yeah?” “is that so?” with a chuckle with a cocky smirk 🤭

(why is he in my mind and not me)

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Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

The way this made me smile today <3

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Just broke up with my boyfriend of two years

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It’s my 19th BIRTHDAY today <3

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Me waiting for Mattheo Riddle to take me to never land 🧚🙌

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Anyone wanna see my Halloween costume (not a face reveal but yall can see my booty looking big 😉)

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Lowkey giggling to myself about how yall gotta deal with me in my sad boi hours, but like idk if me and my bf are working out

So I’ve been like tweaking out frrrrr

But also it’s my 19th birthday in a week so time to boooze it up!! Love Canada drinking ages!

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Hey guyssss

Sorry for go MIA but I’ve been in midterms, some major seasonal depression and some relationship issues so ya girl hasn’t been writing…

(Plus I think I’ve failed all my midterms and my landlord is being a raging c*nt so I’ve had sob sessions everyday for the last two weeks)

N E ways hopefully I’ll have my Theo fix out sooon

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Okay y’all I’m in the finishing draft of my Theo fic and editing my pt 1 of Mattheo fic, which do you want first so I know what to prioritize tonight <3

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I’ve hit such a hard writers block guysss :(

(Send help or like requests so that I can get some inspo <3 )

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So I’ve decided that this is gonna be like a longer fic (like two parts maybe?) and totally make it “undercover reporting x bad boy she’s tryna report on”

But being fucked and treated so good that she can’t betray this man!!!!

So uh yeah <3

The WAY I had a dream about going being a big journalist and going undercover to expose this club (wasn’t like bad but think like a gentleman’s club) and the LEADER WHO LOOKED LIKE MATTHEO falling in love with me and buying me dresses and taking me to nice hotels </3

So now uh, Dark! Mattheo who shows you off like his little trophy brain rot <3

Should I write something like this????

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The WAY I had a dream about going being a big journalist and going undercover to expose this club (wasn’t like bad but think like a gentleman’s club) and the LEADER WHO LOOKED LIKE MATTHEO falling in love with me and buying me dresses and taking me to nice hotels </3

So now uh, Dark! Mattheo who shows you off like his little trophy brain rot <3

Should I write something like this????

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Hopefully I’ll be back to writing some Dark! Matty soon but I’ve literally had a horrible week and my hands feel like bowling balls.

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The way I’m actually mentally preparing to fail all my midterms/ my finals that are in 10 days… and preparing to tell my parents that I’m gonna have to drop out of college 🥲

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Girls don’t want flowers.

Girls want Dark!Mattheo Riddle, stalking their every move when they are out with their friends. Lurking in the shadows. Slinking past you in large crowds. Sending shivers down your back as you feel like you’re being watched. All while your friends drag you into stores, oblivious to the eyes on them. They tell you that you’re just being paranoid and have you try on seductive clothing, that show off your curves, to get your mind off of those feelings. When you return back home empty-handed and late in the night, you open your bedroom to find the pretty clothes folded nicely on your bed (including extra lacey undergarments) with a note from your assumed stalker.

My pretty girl deserves the prettiest of clothes.

I can’t wait to see you in these Darling.

-M

<3

You would be terrified at the fact you were right, someone had been watching you. And he had broken in, knowing where you lived before you had even returned from your day. But as you hold up the clothing to your body, a smile forms on your lips. A smile that does not go unseen by Mattheo as he watches you from the small camera he planted in your room.

After all, he had to make sure you were safe, no matter where you were!

A/N: hey luvs!!! Happy October! I’m kinda posting this cuz guess who’s in the ER… hoping I’m out tomorrow though (I’m lowkey about to DoorDash food here omfg)

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Haven’t been able to get out of bed all day today from being sick and I have a midterm tomorrow….

Guess I’m getting up at 6am to study 😔