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PARDON MY FRENCH (I don’t speak French though)

But how in the fucking goose does Canada go from -40° yesterday to -3° today. Watch out yall I’m busting my bikinis out

So it’s -40° C (Canadian vibes) today…

So I’m staying in bed and what do we think about Tom Riddle x Dark Western Outlaw. Real Billy the kid, gunfighter vibes. He’d totally still use his magic though, but I think he’d be discreet with it around the muggle cowboys. And ofc he’d definitely be handy with his pistol.

(Definitely more than 9 kills under Tommy’s wand though 🤭 )

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About the Author💋

Hey Y’all… So I realize I’ve never introduced myself on here tee hee

My go by Blondie or Soi on here, and I use she/her pronouns! I’m 19 years old, Canadian and use writing as a stress reliever. I’m pretty new to writing smut however I have been a certified English nerd since middle school. I love art, poetry, tattoos (I draw my own tats), thrifting, coffee and music! When I’m not writing I love going to the bar, girls nights and dancing at said bars! 💋

Love you all and thank you so much for the support so far on my works!

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Requests are always open and welcomed! Anons welcome too!

TW’s will be posted at the start of almost every fic but 💋 = nsfw content!

Who I write for:

Dark! Mattheo Riddle

Brothers bsf! Theo

Want to work more on Theo and would love Tom reqs (PLZ!!!!!)

~Headcanons:

Dark! Mattheo 💋

Outlaw! Tom Riddle (WIP)

+Mattheo Riddle:

The Forbidden Fruit 💋

Girls don’t want flowers… (not really 💋)

little dove pt 1

little dove pt 2 (WIP)

+Theodore Nott:

Smoke Trails 💋

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Thirst post 💋

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Little dove concept

Outlaw Tom Concept

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So it’s -40° C (Canadian vibes) today…

So I’m staying in bed and what do we think about Tom Riddle x Dark Western Outlaw. Real Billy the kid, gunfighter vibes. He’d totally still use his magic though, but I think he’d be discreet with it around the muggle cowboys. And ofc he’d definitely be handy with his pistol.

(Definitely more than 9 kills under Tommy’s wand though 🤭 )

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Applications for ghost face are very much open

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Smoke Trails

TW: Brothers bsf! Theo, 18+, oral, p in v, good ole vanilla sexy time.

The swirl of smoke entrails flow through the air as the freshly lit cigarette pulls back from your lips. The corridor was empty, and the moon shone from the grand window at the other end, creating a soft glow. You knew you could be caught at any moment, as it was after curfew, but you needed to relax after a long day of studying. As you took another drag, the sound of footsteps behind you fills your ears.

As you turn, trying to hide from the possibility of Snape catching, you sigh in relief as Theodore Nott approached you. Him and your brother, Mattheo, have been best friends for years and as a kid you had a major crush on him. In his teenage years though, he became a playboy and ignored that you even existed but you knew he would snitch to Mattheo. With widened eyes you turn and begin to walk away from him, forgetting about the cigarette still between your fingers. But as you do so, your shoulders are held back and Theo moved to stand in front of you.

“The fuck is this y/n?” Theo grabs the cig from your hand and held it up like he was scolding you.

“What the hell, give it back.” You ignored his question. Theo was always bitchy towards you, and you always figured it was because you were his best mates annoying little sister.

“Did you steal these from Mattheo?” Theo spat. He reached towards your hoodie pocket with his other hand where the freshly open pack of cigarettes sat and put them in his pant pocket.

“No they’re mine. Now give them back Theo I’m not in the mood for this.” His gaze shifted as he threw the cigarette on the ground and squished it beneath his shoe.

“What the hell is your problem-“, your protest was interrupted by Theo pining your shoulders to the wall caging you in with his frame.

“My problem sweetheart is that I don’t want to be responsible when your brother kicks your ass, and mine for knowing about this.” You can’t help but to let out a sarcastic laugh at his scolding.

“You have no place to scold me for this when you and Mattheo are smoking every damn time I see you out of class!” You raise your voice slightly which causes him to grip your shoulders harder. You’ve never seen him like this before, and you could feel yourself slowly letting the smell of his cologne intoxicate your senses.

“That’s different,” he growls, “You’re too young for this.”

“Theo I’m not even a year younger than you and you certainly don’t get to tell me what to do.” You push against his chest trying to get him away from you. The push was weak and a blush began spreading across the apples of your cheeks as you felt the muscle beneath his sweater. You knew he saw the blush as his anger slowly turned to arrogance, like a switch was flipped within him.

“Yeah? Cause from the looks of it, I am.” He smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear, “And it’s looking like you’re enjoying it.” You look away and scoff.

“Fuck you, Nott.” You mumble out.

“You’d like that too much.” He let go of his grasp on your shoulders.

“I catch you with one of these again, I won’t be so nice. I’m sure Mattheo would really giddy to find out about this.” He adds, as he takes a step back, giving you the chance to walk away from him.

“You’re such an asshole.” You mumble under your breath a little too loudly as you slip away from him and head back to your room.

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It was a few days later and Snape had been giving you a hard time in potions for not paying attention. The events of the other night had left you confused, as the past few days Theo acted like the whole thing never happened. Your childhood feelings for him were forcing their way back into your mind, as you mentally tried burying them again. However Theo’s dumb face kept plaguing you, making you more and more frustrated.

To clear your head you sneak out of your room and to the astronomy tower, careful not to get caught by teachers or prefects. It was late and the castle was empty as you crept through the corridors. When you made it to the tower, you sat against a beam, lighting a cigarette and feeling the relaxation as the smoke filled your senses. All the feelings Theo left you with coming back as you started to relax into your own thoughts. You let out a relaxed breath, exhaling the smoke before your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled from your seated position, causing your cigarette to fall.

“What the hell Y/n.” Theo sounded irritated and his Italian accent thicker from the late of the night.

“Are you stalking me?” You say as you struggle against his grip.

“It’s not fucking hard to follow you when you sneak out at 2 in the morning.” You had never checked if you had been followed as you left the slytherin common room. And Theo had clearly saw you sneaking out.

“I thought I told you I better not see you doing this again?”

“Why do you even care? I don’t belong to you Nott. And don’t say some bullshit about my brother because I know he doesn’t give a care in the world if I smoke.” Theo had a contemplative look in his eyes as he mumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Before you have a chance to yell at him again his lips crash onto yours and his hands drop your wrists. You could feel your mental walls break down as you kiss him back, the kiss turning into a desperate make out session. His hand began wandering to your hips as he pushed you up against the wall for the second time, causing you to let out a small gasp. His mouth left yours and attached itself to your neck, nipping at it and leaving small bites behind.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.” He claims in between kisses and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“I just want to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you.” His hands move down to your barely covered ass, your pyjama shorts giving no protection to his rough hands.

“Theo,” you gasp. Hearing his name he paused for a moment and he squeezed your ass a little tighter.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you darling.” He whispers, “I’ve seen how you look at me, you’re not as discrete as you think you are.”

His hands leave your ass, and his left hand trails to your jaw, softly making you look at him. Your cheeks a deep crimson, you had very little experience with guys and the way he was whispering in your ear left you shy as you looked into his burning eyes.

“We can’t, he’d kill you.” You manage to protest, trying to have some sense despite your mind telling you to shut up and let him continue.

“He’ll never know.” He kisses you again as he slides your shirt up and off you, revealing a lacey bra.

“Cara Mia… did you pick this thinking about me today.” The cold makes you shiver slightly, as your exposed skin is hit by the night air. His accent was thick from lust, and intoxicating your last bit of judgement.

“Theo.” You whine again, your panties damp from his actions.

“So impatient.” He kisses you again and you bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin. He broke the kiss again to take his shirt off. His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you towards a bench, illuminated by the moon and sits you down on it. In a swift motion he glides your thin cotton shorts down your thighs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You’re so pretty like this baby.” He voice is low as he whispers sweet nothings to you. He moves to kneel in front of you, running his hands up your thighs and playing with the thin fabric of your underwear.

His fingers move closer to the damp fabric of your underwear, rubbing it slightly in a teasing motion.

“You’re already soaked.” A smirk forms on his face as he pushes the fabric to the side, his mouth meeting your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue played with your folds. Thighs squeezing the sides of his head as pleasure built within your stomach. As he tasted your core, curious fingers slowly slide inside you. You let out a moan as they start pumping, quickly approaching you limit.

“Theo I… too much I’m close.” His eyes light up and increases his speed, looking at you as you come undone by his actions. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, your orgasm shattering through you as his tongue never leaves your bulb.

Slowly he pulls away and his fingers slide out of you, the absence making you more needy.

“You’re doing so good, Cara Mia. You taste so sweet for me.”

“Theo please…” you let out a whiny moan, missing the contact he was making with you.

“Please what?”

A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, as your hands move to cover your blushing cheeks. A soft chuckle echoes from Theo’s throat as he stands, toying with the band of his pyjama pants.

“Don’t be shy now, is this okay?” The clothing quickly slips down his waist, exposing his length to you. You nod your head, looking up to him.

“You gotta use your words baby.” His hand strokes his shaft in a jerking motion as he positions himself between your legs.

“Yes.” Stumbles from your mouth, in a shaky anticipated tone. A soft laugh erupts from his mouth and he leans down to kiss your mouth in a soft and reassuring way.

“Let me know when if it’s too much.” He whispers against your mouth as he slowly begins to fit himself within you. A loud gasp spirals out of your mouth as you clench him tighter. The feeling of pain hits you first, but you revel in the feeling as it quickly turns into a form of pleasure. You give Theo the nod of approval and he starts to move, creating a symphony of moans and skin connecting to skin. His movements were slow but deep as he moved your thighs in order to bury himself further and further into you. Around you the whole tower seemed to be frozen in time as you two melted into one another, learning each other’s bodies and matching movements.

“Theo I’m close.” You whine out, earning a low chuckle in response.

“Me too, Cara Mia.” His words spilled out in a rough growl. He leaned down to kiss you again, his movements becoming rougher with each hit. His change of pace had your body racing, seconds from finishing. And you let out a whine to let him know that.

“Go ahead baby, you deserve this.” He whispered, sending chills down your body as your hips rocked. The flow of your orgasm filling the rest of your senses from the pressure of the cool down. You had never experienced such an intense orgasm, as Theo fucked you through it. It wasn’t long before Theo met his own finish line, pulling out of you to paint your stomach with his release. Quickly grabbing his wand, he cleaned you up as he admired his work and the view below him.

“Fuck Theo.” You broke the silence.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, not breaking eye contact with with you.

“That- that was amazing, but we can’t do this again.” You bite your lips anxiously as the realization of what you had just started became a pit of anxiety in your stomach.

“Cut the crap, Cara Mia.” He laughed, “Your brother will never find out. And you aren’t getting rid of me.”

He stated, as his hand softly grabbed your jaw.

“Plus, who said I was done with you tonight…”

A/N: smut is so hard to write I’ve been like struggle bus-ing this for so long. Anyways am I back? No clue yet! But can’t let my pretties down! I have a job interview in a couple days, and might have a date!!!

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Hey yall!

Guess who just finished writing a brothers best friend Theo fic 🤭

I promise it should be out soon! I just have to edit it :)

Also Blondie comeback season fr!!

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Yall I swear I’m not dead but life’s been really really weird lately 😫

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If there’s one thing I know how to do it’s find a man on social media.

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Wearing my heart on my sleeve 🫀♥️

Yall fuck with the new tat? Would you fuck with it more if I told Yall that’s my drawing 🤭

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Just imagining our fav Slytherin boys getting head:

Imagine him tipping his head back, a groan escaping his lips as you’re sucking him off. Whispering out a mumble of praises as his rough hands grab at your silky hair. Him moaning out a sharp “atta girl” when his cock fills your mouth. Whiskey long forgotten in the bottom of the glass, as you provided a far better ecstasy. His tight jeans barely pulled down his thighs, both of you too impatient. Your nails pressing into the dark textile as your head bobs. Misty eyes filled with lust looking up at him. Desperate groans filling the room as he gets closer, pushing your head down deeper on his length. Coating the back of your throat when you push him past his limits.

And when he catches his breath, he returns the favour.

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Everyone go read this rn 🔫🤠 (this is a stick up)

Invisible String Theory(Anon!Slytherin boy x Reader)

Chapter 5

a/n; uhm wtf i wrote this in like a really short amount of time? Uhm maybe im just suddenly inspired idkkkk???? Not my best work but look daddy made you some content🕺

c/n; as usual, everyone is aged up, university au, stalker behavior, gaslighting, it gets kinda freaky but no smut yet, reader is kinda having a crisis

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A week has gone by and that asshole hasn’t spoken to me. Hasn’t once asked if I was okay, hasn’t once checked on me. Won’t linger in a room with me for longer than a minute. His cold eyes meet mine, only to flicker away in what I can only hope is shame.

Maybe I'm being sensitive, maybe he doesn’t owe me shit, but years of friendship and not even a quick “r u ok” text is ridiculous.

A warm arm wraps comfortingly around my back, and I look up and find soft, onyx eyes smiling fondly at me. Mattheo gives me a toothy grin, his warm hand splayed against my shoulder comfortingly. Sometimes, when I feel the familiar iron hot gaze on the back of my neck, I wonder if Mattheo does it on purpose. Rubbing it in Theo’s face that he isn’t man enough to check up on me. That his ego is too high to touch me like he used to.

You okay?

His soft question pulls me out of my thoughts, and I blink away the bitter thoughts, “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I asked if you were okay,” Mattheo frowned, dropping to my level slightly, “Do you need to go sit down–”

“I’m not fragile Mattheo, I’m fine,” I retorted, but it comes out much sharper than I mean it to. I watch as his gaze hardens, annoyance sweeping across his expression, clouding his once warm eyes. He takes a deep breath and seemingly swallows a comment, and he shakes his head.

“I didn’t say you were fragile, I was just making sure my friend was alright,” He speaks, voice uncharacteristically level in tone, and it extinguishes the fire burning beneath my skin. I sigh in admission, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I’m just… annoyed,” I admit, shaking my head. My gaze flickers across the table again, watching Theo converse with a girl, a bored expression evident enough on his face to be noticed from across the way.

“With Nott?”

I nod, guilt tasting bitter on my tongue suddenly, “Yeah, and I’m starting to think I’m being an asshole.”

Mattheo shakes his head, leaning on his propped hand on the table, “I don’t think so, he can’t just pretend nothing happened to you,” he insists, his eyes burning hot into mine, and to escape the intensity, my eyes trace the scars gracing his skin.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk,” Mattheo stands suddenly, and my brows knit in confusion.

“What? It’s cold and rainy out there–”

“Yeah, perfect walk weather,” He cuts me off, taking my hand and dragging me out of my seat. His pace is quick, insistent, and I can’t help but laugh at the absurd situation, and my chest tightens when he throws me a grin over his shoulder.

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A shrill scream rips from my lips as Mattheo stomps around in a puddle, splashing water on my jeans, not to mention dousing himself. He wildly stomps closer to me, and more water splashes up towards me. Another shriek wracks my body, and I run away from the assault of questionable water.

Mattheo rolls his eyes, slowing down his stomping, “Oh stop being a killjoy, you can just magic it away,” He huffs, retrieving his wand from his back pocket, a flick of it sending a comforting wave of warmth over my body, drying me completely.

“Doesn’t change that it’s dirty water,” I argue, fixing my hair back into place, and he groans loudly enough to startle nearby birds, “You’re so dramatic, Riddle!”

Mattheo can’t hide his amused grin, despite his drenched hair that made him look like a wet cat.

It made me smile right back at him.

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Thunder rattles the window as I pace back and forth in my room, trying not to crash out. Theodore sat on my bed, shoes discarded by the door, legs crossed while he relaxed like nothing was wrong. He languidly reached beside the bed, presenting a small heart-shaped box, “These were on your bed when I came in,” He drawled, yawning to punctuate his sentence.

I snatched the box from his hands, immediately discarding it via the garbage can. Theodore raised a brow in interest when I stormed into the bathroom, turning the hot faucet on and scrubbing my hands furiously.

“Not even going to humor him?”

My eyes rolled dangerously far into my head at the annoyingly smooth tone of his voice, and I reappeared into the room. “Could be poisoned with a love potion, you should probably wash your hands,” I mumble, sitting at my desk, my back facing Theodore.

He scoffs, and doesn’t bother humoring my anxieties as he relaxes back into bed, “Are you still ignoring me?”

My eye twitches involuntarily, and I force a humorless laugh, “I’m the one ignoring you?” I ask, swirling around in the chair with disbelief, “I could have died–”

“You had a panic attack,” His eyes rolled, “Stop being so dramatic.”

Oh.

Oh.

That little prick–

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The pad of his thumb presses down on my tongue, and I whine out around the painful restraint. He scoffs at me, only gripping my chin tighter beneath his fingers, drool seeping past my kiss-bruised lips. His cold, dead eyes bore into mine, brimming with tears.

“Are you done with the attitude?” Theodore asked, and anger bubbled up once again in my chest. Feeling the shift in my demeanor, Theodore shifted his grip to my cheeks, holding me firmly in place. “Spiteful little thing, aren’t you? I can work with that…”

His cold hands graze against my waist, slipping beneath the hem of my top, eliciting a sharp gasp from my lips. “Bella… Just stop being so difficult, talk to me…”

His words twist and turn in my mind, still reeling from how our screaming fit had turned into me against the wall. If I’m being honest, I can’t even justify the argument anymore, or remember what it was over for that matter, or much of anything besides the taste of tobacco on his lips

The sharp sound of the door beside us is the only thing stopping Theo from moving his hand further, and the familiar call of my name makes me push him away. I adjust my clothes, praying the red marks on my cheeks from his iron grip aren’t too obvious.

I don’t miss the smirk on Theodore’s face as he nonchalantly leaned against the wall he had just pinned me to. Shaking it off, I open the door with a forced smile. Mattheo gives me a once over before his gaze flickers inside and they narrow in on the far-too-smug Theodore against the wall.

“You uh…” Mattheo cleared his throat, looking back at me, “You left your jacket in my dorm earlier,”

Our heads snap to the sudden choking sound behind me, and Theodore grasps the nearby desk to steady himself. He muffles his coughing, disappearing into the bathroom.

“So… You’re talking to Nott again.”

I shift awkwardly, chewing on the inside of my sore cheek. “Ehm… Yeah. We talked it out,” I admitted, feeling Mattheo’s gaze on my lips.

“Yeah. Talked it out,” He repeated with bitterness, looking up into my eyes with something I couldn’t quite name in the moment. His gaze flickered behind me again, catching the glint of the stark red heart-shaped box in the trash. He sighed, shaking his head slightly, making me knit my brows in confusion.

“I'll see you later,” Mattheo nodded suddenly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before he turned away. “Bye,” He called softly over his shoulder, absconding down the hallway.

Well shit.

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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!”

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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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The way this made me smile today <3

[xoblondie]

It’s my 19th BIRTHDAY today <3