deadly-zebra

[deadly-zebra]

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[deadly-zebra]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳

mattheo riddle x reader

contents: fluff, slight innuendos, mentions of violence, hufflepuff!reader, sweet!mattheo, slow-burn, no proper verb tense + not proof-read (sorry guys loll)

synopsis: mattheo finds his way into your dorm after a bad fight, hoping you'll clean him up. lucky for him, your roommate is out.

author's note: sorry if there is too much intro, this is my FIRST fic so i'm still figuring out my style. advice is VERY welcome!

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ the cold air of hogwarts pierced through your window. winter nights were often spend under a pile of quilts, or by a roaring fire. even though the dorms were under the ground, the chill managed to creep in. lucky for you, the common room contained a raging hearth that burned throughout the winter months. you peel off the many layers of blanket you slept under and grabbed just one to take with you to the common room. with no roommate to wake, it was easy to creep our of your room and sit by the fire.

apon a couch near the fire, the flames warmed your cold hands. the moment of peace was welcome. it was a time of night when everyone was gone, it was just you all alone in the giant room. the stillness of the night was a perfect escape from the pressures of school.

but out of the silence came a noise, so small you almost didn't hear it over the quite fire. a knocking on the dorm's door. the knocking continues, getting more frantic by the second. you decide it'd be best to answer the door, as to avoid being caught by someone else who might wake up.

you creep silently to the large wooden door, dragging your blanket along with you. with caution, you pull the the metal handle. the sight surprises you, and scares you. the boy you've been silently pinning over meets your eye, bloody and bruised.

"mattheo??" you franticly whisper. he is stood holding his bloody. his nose is busted and have has small cuts all over his body.

"please, can you help?" he mutters. his tired eyes meet your. it's hard to resist.

"of course, come in," you practically dragged him inside and closed the door gently. blood drips off his band-tee and onto the floor.

"you have to be quiet. i'll go get my first aid kit, and you try not to drip over the floor."

mattheo nodded and watched you speed walk over to your room. your interest in medicine had paid off for once. once you have retuned to him, he stood in the same spot you left him, still holding his hand. his sass and nonchalance is gone, and a broken man stand in his place. you sign and guide him to the girls bathroom.

"what happened to you?" you ask. he slides down the wall of a shower stall and mumbles something you can't hear.

"mattheo?"

"my brother," he asserts. "we got in a fight."

"he really did a number on you matty," you swear he smiles slightly at the nickname.

"no shit, mate."

you grab a bottle of alcohol and a piece of cotton to pour it on.

"this might sting," you warn. he winces when you make contact with the cut on his nose. "i told you," you say, and let out a giggle. mattheo roles his eyes, finally getting some of his personality back. you continue to clean his cuts, moving up and down his arm and gently patting alcohol in the wounds. he watches you work, noticing your precision.

"so what was the fight about?" you ask. mattheo's eyes go a bit dull at the question. he looks up at you, staring wayyyy to deeply into your eyes to be just friendly.

"stupid shit, tom is always on about some 'great plan' he has," he say, waving his good hand around. you pull in back down so you can wipe the dirt away.

"did you veto it or something?" you ask jokingly.

"of sort. i don't want to get into it," he says, "just- don't tell anyone. i can't have the headmaster know i got in another fight."

"your secret's safe with me, pretty boy," you say, kind of joking. his eyebrows raise and he laughs at your boldness.

"what did you just call me?" he snorts. you choose not to answer his question, in awe of your own brazenness.

"mattheo stop moving!"

"fine, fine." he slumps back against the shower wall, arms folded, and sighs.

"mattheo, seriously, I can't get to the cuts on your arms and stomach." he stares at you for a few seconds, looking at the cotton you're holding in your hands as you crouch on your knees. his eyes drag up to meet yours, and he slow lifts up his shirt with the one un-cut hand he has. his abs are on full display, and even under the dried blood they still look good.

shit. he's really hot.

"what?" mattheo asks.

your eyes widen.

"nothing." you grab a fresh cotton piece and soak it in more alcohol. with gentle wipes, you scrub the blood from his stomach and abs. he really is gorgeous.

"i have some on my chest, too," he says in a tone you can't quite place.

"alright, can you pull your shirt up some more?"

you expect him to make a joke at that request, but he simply lifts the fabric up more. then, he pulls it over his head.

"can you help with this arm?" he asks. his lifts his bloody hand up, allowing you to pull the shirt off completely. you never thought the first time you'd take his shirt of would be in this context. with nothing covering his top-half, his beauty is more evident to you than ever before. his tired eyes started up at you, silently asking if you were blushing as hard as he was. and you were. unable to hold the intense eye contact, you look down at his cuts tending to them and trying to pretend that you weren't as red as a strawberry right now.

you break the silence. "you're clean, now i just need to bandage everything up."

the room seemed to shrink as to draw closer to him, to get a better look at his wounds.

"you'll need quite a few wraps to secure these big ones." you run a finger down the outside of the slashes along in chest. you hand lingers for a bit too long. you turn around to grab some bandages. facing him once again, you begin to tie and tape the gauze to his body.

"here hold this piece up,"

mattheo nods. then he grabs you hips. your eyes widen in shock as he drags them closer to himself and lets go when your hovering above his lap.

"s'rry," he mutters, "you can't reach well enough when your crouching over me like that,"

you blush even harder, but give in and sit on his lap. you try not to think about how close you two are now, but your mind always seems to wander to... different places. his breath seems to speed up, and suddenly your aware of how cold the tiled bathroom is. you finish bandaging his chest and very fit arms, and move his face.

mattheo eyes lock on you, and he tracks your every movement.

"it's cold, huh?" he says, smiling a little like he just made the joke of the century.

"it is winter mattheo, and night time."

he rolls his eyes at your sarcasm. he is still staring at you. your hands hover above his nose, waiting to place the last small band-aid over his cut.

"close your eyes matty,"

he shuts them and you gently place the band-aid.

"perfect."

you lean back to admire your work. he may be covered in white gauze, but there is no more blood or open wound. but your eye brows furrow as you see a cut you missed. the right side of his lip is split open.

"shit, i missed one."

he smiled.

"i was waiting for you to notice," he says, his grin wide.

your hands reach for his jaw, and you trace the the small cut. his smile drops, and his eye wander to your lips.

"i think it's too small to tape up, it should heal quickly," you say, completely oblivious to where his eyes are glued too.

"mhm," he nods, eyes completely fixed on your face.

"mattheo? are you falling asleep here?"

his eyes close and he shakes his head.

"i might be."

"well you're all done, i can take you back to your dorm if you'd like."

he starts to get up, grabbing what he thinks is the wall, but upon hearing "your dorm," he flinches and accidently turns something behind him. icy water come shooting over both of you as you are harshly reminded that you are in a shower stall.

"merlin!" mattheo curses as he scrambles to to turn the cold water off. the night just got more freezing.

"i'm so sorry," he whispers as he pushes you out of the stall, "are you alright?"

"it's okay, just a bit cold..."

mattheo laughs a bit, but then goes stone face as he realizes this is not the time for him to joke around.

"i can't go back to my dorm, not 'till the morning when there's more people around."

you brush the wet hair out of your face, trying to think about what to do. then you remember something.

"my roommate isn't here," you blurt out. you take a second to hear the implication you just made and then continue, "you can maybe use her bed. and i have some towels in my dorm to warm up with."

"sounds good to me," mattheo nods, "and thank you."

you meet his eyes.

"i-" he stops himself, "i'm really grateful for everything you've done for me."

you blush a bit a lightly push his shoulder. "wow, mattheo being thankful, it looks good on you."

"ok don't make it a thing," he laughs as he starts to follow you to your room.

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you grab a towel from your closet and toss it to him. mattheo catches it with his good hand and fluffs his hair.

"do you know where your clothes are, in your room?" you ask him.

"yes..." he says, looking confused.

"good, you can summon them."

"right," he murmurs, "i don't really have a wand..."

"what?"

"tom broke it in the fight." he pulled out a cedar wand with a broken tip.

"oh." you say. "i think I can fix it with some tape, it should work for now."

you wrap tape around the tip and hand it to a drenched mattheo. while he tries to summon some clothes you dry yourself as much as you can with a towel.

"mattheo turn around."

he looks up at you and then back down at the pajamas you are grabbing from a drawer.

"ah, of course."

he spins and continues to try and summon clothes of his own.

"yes!" he yells, scaring you as you frantically pull your shirt on. he spins around to face you.

"mattheo!" you scold. his eyes shoot to the floor.

"sorry, but look!" he holds up a pile of clothes. "shit, there's no shirt."

"i guess that wand isn't working too well after all. you can borrow a sweater of mine."

you toss him a hufflepuff sweater and he puts it on. you study his frame. plaid pajama pants and your sweater, it was a look for sure. but your eyes are pulled to his face, his soft jaw, his sweet brown eyes... and the band-aid that was falling off his nose.

"merlin," you curse, and leap to re-stick the falling bandage. the water must have un-stuck the glue. he laughs at your speed, and you can feel his cool breath on your face. your eyes meet once again. the room seems to get a bit warmer.

"seriously, thank you," he whispers, "you mean at lot to me."

silence fills the room as you search your brain for a response.

"no problem," you say. real smooth. internally you face palm but he just chuckles. you realize your hands have been on his jaw, and you slip them down to rest on his shoulders.

he stares at you even harder, and finally makes a move. he callused hands meet you jaw and he pulls you into a kiss. his lips are surprisingly soft and you feel his hand reach to caress your hair.

he pulls away gently and looks at you. and then he laughs. his hand wipes his mouth and you realize the cut on his lip is bleeding. you wipe your own lips and see blood on your hand.

"sorry!" you cry out, scrambling to find a gauze to stop the bleeding.

"it's alright." he laughs some more and pulls your shoulders parallel to his. "i'm fine," he whispers, and pulls you in for another kiss.

"i'm glad you came to me," you speak into his lips.

"i wouldn't have come to anyone else."

author's note: thank you for reading! i know this was kinda long but i loveee a good slow burn.

[deadly-zebra]

winter

As much as I love the winter, I there's always a cold looming over me. A deep chill that runs through my bones and eats away it all heat. I feel it in the air too. I see people's noses and ears, red with frost. Watery eyes that let tears dry on their cheeks. I feel that. I know putting on a sweater will help. But no matter how many layers I wear, no matter if I sit by the fireplace or if I were to let the flames engulf me, the coldness would never go away.