#ff!mattheo riddle

[suugarbabe]

I love your firefighter!matt series!!!! I am a fire protection engineer irl and I love the idea of this nerd behind the computer designing suppression systems for her hot work crush.

ugh, yes.

you’ve help come up with a new and improved design for their SCBA’s and your boss thought it was only slightly suspicious when you volunteered to help out with checks but “this is your project so you just wanna make sure everything goes smoothly”.

it definitely has nothing to do with the incredibly charming, kind, gorgeous curly haired firefighter you’ve run into at a few other gatherings. definitely not.

and you definitely didn’t pay any mind to how attentive he was during your explanation to the group. or how bright his smile was when you finally made complete eye contact with him.

when you go to help the firefighters test the fit of the new masks, it’s really not a big deal. you prefer it, even, so that you can see first hand any problems they might have or run into.

however when that beaming smile and mop of curls comes bouncing your way, you know your face is aflame. and the sweet and tender, “Hi,” that passes his lips has you stuttering out your own greeting.

you have him put on the mask and he stands patient and still as you check the fitting, making sure your fingers don’t linger too long on his soft curls or his jawline.

“Just checking for gaps,” you assure yourself more than him as your fingers run along his skin, down his cheek, near his throat.

“Of course, I trust you to keep me safe,” His dark eyes sparkle in the brief moment you meet them.

After he’s fully checked and given the all clear he rips off his mask, shaking out his curls and taking a deep breath; and at the same time he’s making you lose yours

[rafesslxt]

so you know how guys when they’re angry they just fuck their girl hard? yeah well what about someone pissing reader off so much that she needs a release so rafe / mattheo just let her ride him and it’s all hard and sloppy and needy😋

nsfw | m. riddle + r. cameron | requested | words:253

warnings: smut, kissing, dom and sub switching, mention of sex

note: i thought why not write for both of them? English is not my first language

Mattheo would enjoy every second of it. When he notices you‘re getting mad or really angry, he already knows he‘s going to have the best sex with you. He lazily holds your hips, letting you do all the work and just enjoying the sight in front of him. Your brows arched, huffing and puffing, sloppy sounds falling through the room. He even would have a cigarette habging between his lips, smirk tugging on the side of his mouth and once in a while he would take a few drags and blow out some smoke to his left, making sure not to hit you with it. "Love when you get all feisty and hot, princess. Makes me adore you even more."

Rafe would also have a smirk on his lips, looking down at his precious girlfriend who‘s always nice but when people tried you, you would explode like a cute little volcano in his eyes. Like Matty he would let you ride him, his grip a little firmer on your hips, teasing you when you would get tired after a while. "What is it eh? Thought u a big girl all tuff and shit when you were mad." He would turn you two around at some point and start pounding you from behind, hard. Getting all the frustration out of you. "Need daddy to help ya‘, right?" He‘d fuck you right into your pillow, face scrunched and bottom lip between your teeth when his habd wanders around you and starts playing with your clit.

a little something, hope you like it and thank you gorgeous the request i loved the idea i just had to do it a bit shorter cause i have too many long storys in my drafts and didn‘t want you to wait for months 💀🫶🏻

tell me in the comments If you were here for Rafe or Mattheo hehe

xoxo sarah <3

[stevestevesstuff]

You're slowly falling out of love | (basically) any character x reader

Pairing: (just insert any character ;)) x reader

Summary: You notice how you're slowly falling out of love with your boyfriend

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k

It all started a few months ago with subtle things you thought were normal in a long-term relationship. You stopped planning your days around his schedule, you didn’t wait at your window for his letters anymore and you also didn’t crave constant contact and closeness. The prior empty feeling when he wasn’t around was replaced by some sort of indifference. You were happy to see him, though you also didn’t mind when you couldn’t spend time with each other regularly.

Dates became a rarity and intimacy lost its appeal, starting to feel more like something one had to do in a relationship, it felt like a chore.

You didn’t think much of it as the feelings for him were still present, though you couldn’t deny that some things were starting to change.

The first big indicator of said change was during the examination phase. He couldn’t spend as much time with you as before, which in the beginning was really painful but time revealed that life without his constant presence was also...livable.

You started focusing more on your friendships, but also on your hobbies that you had more or less neglected during your relationship. And somehow, being alone in your room, only surrounded by books and canvases, wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you anymore. It gave you comfort, time to think about your life and your relationship.

The more time you spend in solitude, the more memories started to resurface. Memories of you and him, memories of your relationship and your time together.

It seemed unnecessary and also somewhat stupid, but these memories were dissected down to the very last word and emotion. Then, you started to realize that the boy you fell in love with wasn’t really your knight in shining armor. The pink filter you once saw your life and relationship with slowly but surely started to peel from your eyes.

Old conversations were replayed and things you didn’t seem to notice before were now screaming at your face, wishing to be seen and acknowledged. Actions that were once deemed romantic or normal suddenly seemed to be disrespectful or even harsh.

Smaller things were also finally noticed, like how you always suggested a meeting or how you had left everything the moment he asked if you had time. You realized that he would never do that. He would never have left a family meeting just because you wrote that you had time. He would never have driven for hours just to see you for a quick moment.

All these realizations came crushing down on you, making your head spin and tears spill down your cheeks. The truth was cruel, though you finally seemed to understand why your friends and family have always been wary about him.

The next time you saw each other, things were different. Very different. You were more distant than normal, and he also seemed to take notice of your strange behavior. When he asked you what was wrong, you just shook your head and said that everything was fine. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings nor wanted him to think that you were questioning your relationship with him. Which in reality, you already did though you didn’t want to admit that. Not even to yourself.

Another big thing you noticed had changed was your love language. Physical touch was something you adored, something you craved but now, you couldn’t seem to even force yourself to encourage even a hug or hold hands. The feeling of his body on yours started to feel foreign. You tolerated it but it couldn’t give you the comfort it once did. Whenever you had the chance to dodge his hand on the street you subconsciously did by rushing them into the pocket of your jacket or switching up the hand you were holding your bag with.

You felt bad, knowing how your behavior must hurt him, though you were still too uncertain about your feelings. The thought of ending this relationship crept into your head more often, still not wanting to let go as the hopes of everything getting better were still lingering in your heart.

And the fact that he also seemed to pull himself away from you didn’t help the doubts which were stacking themselves up in your mind.

And in the blink of an eye, your once vibrant and loving relationship turned into something much colder and distant. And in the span of a week, you felt like you had already lost him, the gap between the two of you turning into an ocean so deep, no one seemed to be able to cross it in order to get to the other.

And without really noticing, this romantic relationship turned more and more into a friendship. Contact was kept minimal and superficial, not feeling the need to keep the other one informed on how their day really went or how they were really feeling. Special or funny things that had happened during the day were ceased from the conversations. Why? It cost too much energy. Energy you didn’t want to waste on an already dying relationship.

But why couldn’t you leave? Who knows. Maybe it’s the crippling fear of ending up alone once he is gone. Or maybe it’s just the convenience of habit, not wanting to let go because you are so used to having this person in your life. Or maybe you’re just afraid of change, trying to keep everything together for the sake of it being like it has always been.

You knew that your inability to end things with him made you the bad guy. You were painfully aware of that, and you had to agree. Not being able to let him go, hindering him from finding someone who could give him everything he deserves, and more was one of the most selfish things you had ever done in your entire life. Though your mind was ready to leave, knowing that this situation was not healthy for either of you, your heart refused. It tried to hold onto the small things ignoring everything your brain wanted it to understand, screaming at you to repair it, to give it yet another chance, because things might change.

But who are you trying to fool? You know that nothing will change. You’ll be stuck in the same loop over and over again and one day, it’ll be too late. You’ll have no more love to give, being burned out from waiting like a lost puppy and hoping someone will come to pick you up. You’ll have no more tears to cry, all of them being used up for a man that never even saw them nor noticed.

You’ll always find yourself in the same situations, trying to change the outcome yet knowing that there’s no use. You can try your best but, in the end, everything will stay the same. It’s like watching a movie for the second or third time, wishing for a different ending though you know you can’t change anything.

[enha-doodles]

Works in progress | ✧⁺。

These will not be posted in the following order , just written based upon what i remembered

Yandere slytherin guys x reader (ig I'll do basic headcanons atm?)

Slytherin guys mtl to be clingy

Slytherin boys reaction to you getting glasses

Slytherin boys reaction to you being an introvert

[mrsprongs]

- D0 IT AGAIN  -

Pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

Summary: mattheo supposedly hates you, until he sees you at a party with another guy.

Warnings: pure smut, swearing, tad bit of violence, heavily unedited writing.

The noise was deafening in the Slytherin common room. Music was blaring and people were screaming over the top of one another as they threw back glass after glass of Bin juice, not Mattheo’s preferred beverage by any means, yet he too was sipping away at it. He was sitting on a couch off to the side, exuding the air of someone not overly bothered by the spectacle before him. He was, however, bothered by one particular part of the scene. Y/N Y/L/N had brought Cormac McLaggen and was letting his dirty hands feel her up as they danced in the crowd of people. He hated Y/N, and he hated Cormac. The two of them together was a complete piece of work. 

He was another couple of drinks in when Y/N collapsed into the coach, right beside him, holding a bottle of White Rat Whiskey. He raised an eyebrow at the sloshed girl, who would never in a million years have sat next to him if she wasn’t inebriated.

“Fuck off, Y/L/N.” He snapped, sounding disgusted yet betraying himself by allowing his eyes to linger on her exposed chest for a moment too long. 

“Why are you mad?” She giggled, oblivious to his wandering gaze.

“I’m not mad, I just disapprove of your taste in men.”

“What’s wrong with Cormac?” She asked innocently, shooting Mattheo the doe eyes he’s only ever seen her use on the cute older boys at parties.

“The colour of his robes.” He retorted, rolling his eyes and struggling to look away. She was awfully close, her sweet perfume filling up his senses. “Why don't you go back to your boyfriend?” 

“It’s much more fun getting you all pent up like this.” She smirked, drunkenly leaning towards him. Mattheo didn’t move a muscle, staring at her as she tilted her head back, lips encircling the tip of the bottle, soft hair falling over her shoulders. His jaw clenched as she swallowed, crude images springing to life in his mind. He quickly averted his eyes, resuming his nonchalant attitude, while being painfully aware of her presence next to him. She looked back over at him, staring off into the distance, clearly pissed off. She felt a lump in her throat form as she realised she was a nuisance, an annoyance. Her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment she stood up uneasily, swaying in her heels. “Fine, I will go back.” She mumbled, taking a step forward and almost falling right into Mattheo’s lap. Instinctively, his hands shot to her waist to help steady her as her left hand grabbed onto his shoulder for support. She looked down at him and their eyes locked for a brief moment before a hand wrapped around her hips and she was pulled into someone’s chest.  

“It’s alright mate, I’ve got her.” Cormac said smugly as he dragged Y/N away. Mattheo’s hands felt like they were on fire as he dragged them through his dark locks. 

“I think you’ve had enough.” Theodore remarked as he held the bottle of firewhiskey away from Mattheo. The party was still raging even though the sun was not far away from rising. Mattheo shook his head lazily, yanking the bottle out of Theodore’s grasp and taking a swig, his eyes locked on Y/N and Cormac across the room. She was leaning her entire weight on him, clearly out of it. Her hands were fisted into his shirt and Mattheo watched as his hands shamelessly roamed her body. She probably couldn’t even feel him doing it.

“Someone needs to take her back to her dorm.” Mattheo gritted through his teeth. 

“I’m sure Cormac will eventually.” Theodore said breezily, his attention now on the joint he was carefully rolling. “Wouldn’t you want her to die from alcohol poisoning anyway. How much have you seriously had to drink?” Theodore looked slightly concerned at his friend’s change in attitude, yet Mattheo had never felt more clear-minded, emotions that had been suppressed bubbling to the surface. He knew full well, even this intoxicated, that he could take Cormac in a fight. Easily. But he knew how upset Y/N would be. Even if he might not hate her as much as he said he did, she despised him. Cormac dipped his head and mumbled something into Y/N’s ear. She shook her head, frowning slightly. He gripped Y/N’s shoulders and pulled her towards the exit, despite her attempts to break free from his grasp. Nobody else seemed to notice. 

“Fuck it” Mattheo spat, marching towards Cormac and clocking him right in the nose. He screamed in pain and doubled over. 

“What the-” Y/N started to yell before Mattheo placed his hands on her biceps and steered her towards her shocked looking friend. 

“She needs to go to bed.” Mattheo transferred Y/N over as an audience began to form around the bloodied Cormac. “Now.” He practically spat. He turned back around to finish off the Gryffindor boy, only to see him quite literally running out of the common room. 

Mattheo was lying on his bed, twirling his wand in his fingers. Classes had finished and most people had dispersed, wasting time before dinner, yet Mattheo hadn’t felt like socialising much, deciding to retire early. A knock sounded on his door, peaking his interest. His roommates had never knocked once in their lives, but who else would visit? Mattheo trodden over to the door, swinging it open to reveal the very girl that was plaguing his mind. 

“Y/N?” He said, the use of her first name catching her off guard. “What do you want?” He sighed, once again putting on an act while his heart started to race at just how close he was standing to her. 

“I wanted to say thank you. You know, for last night.” Y/N was wringing her hands together, looking everywhere but at Mattheo. He stepped back, letting her into the room and closing the door behind her. 

“I figured you’d be pissed. Messing up pretty boy’s face and all.” Y/N shrugged and an awkward silence settled over the room. 

“That was it really.” She finally spoke, “I just wanted to say thanks.” She began to pivot when he closed the distance between them. Her eyes widened as his face stopped mere inches from hers. She had no choice but to look at him. Before she could even process anything, he leant down and pressed his lips to hers tenderly Her eyes fluttered shut as her lips began to slowly move against his. Mattheo’s heart was pounding against his chest as he pulled back, snapping back to reality. A small whimper escaped Y/N’s throat as he broke contact, the small, desperate noise causing something in his core to burn. 

“Mattheo.” She almost whispered, hating that he was going to make her ask for it.

“Mmm” He hummed, their noses almost brushing from their close proximity. 

“Do it again.” She breathed as he hesitantly placed his hand on the back of her neck. She tipped her head up as he closed the gap between them again, slightly more forcefully this time. She dug her hands roughly into his dark curls, spurring him on as the kiss became feverish. Mattheo’s hands roamed all over her body, squeezing and rubbing. Y/N moaned into his mouth as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. He used this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, interlocking their lips again, hot and intense. Mattheo pulled back slightly to catch his breath, smiling as Y/N tried to move with him. 

“Eager are we?” He laughed slightly, looking down at her with ravenous eyes. 

“I fucking hate you.” She rolled her eyes as his teasing comment.

“No you don’t. Take that back.” Y/N was almost shocked by his shift in demeanour, confused as to why he cared that she hated him. He hated her back right? His hand closed around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her slightly light-headed. “Take it back.” He repeated, looking almost nervous for her response. 

“I don’t hate you.” Y/N whispered. His grip on her neck loosened as he aggressively latched back on to her lips, both of them moaning shamelessly. He took a few steps back, guiding her with him as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Mattheo’s hands firmly on her waist, he pulled her down to straddle his lap. Y/N could feel how hard he was underneath her. Subconsciously she began to drag herself over him as his mouth moved to suck on the sensitive skin on her neck. She tugged sharply at his hair, earning a small whimper from Mattheo. His clothed dick was straining against his pants from the friction as Y/N practically dry humped him. 

“Fucking hell Y/N” Mattheo groaned into her collarbone, “If you don’t stop that I’m going to cum right now.” He continued to litter marks over her skin as he slipped his fingers into her panties, replacing his hard dick with his hand as he dragged his fingers over her dripping folds. Y/N bit her lip as he spread her open, slowly sliding one finger in as the pad of his thumb brushed deliciously slowly over her clit. She moaned his name as he slid two more fingers in her, slowly rolling them back and forth inside her. Her hips started to move again as she ground her clit down into the palm of his hand, the moans spilling from her mouth as her climax approached was almost sending Mattheo over the edge with her. 

“Fuck, Theo.” She mumbled as her orgasm washed over her, his fingers continuing their assault. He didn’t mention it, but the nickname caused his stomach to flip and his cheeks to warm. Skillfully he moved her off his lap and onto her back, head against the pillows as he crawled over her. She watched as he undid each and every button on her school blouse, lifting her up a little to slide it off her completely before discarding it on the floor. He pulled his own shirt off swiftly, exposing the most gorgeously crafted abs Y/N had ever laid eyes on. His biceps bulged as he propped himself up above her and began to kiss her gently again. Y/N couldn’t remember why she hated him. How could she hate him? He was so…so…so perfect. Her hands came to cup his face, pressing his lips down harder as she hitched her legs up around him. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist and, without breaking the kiss, Mattheo carefully pulled it down her legs, followed by her panties. His body was so warm and comforting that it took her a moment to realise she was completely naked and by that point she didn’t have it in her to care. She was too focused and satiating her hunger for him. His eyes raked up and down her, chest rising and falling impossibly fast as he felt a physical ache to meld his body to her. Y/N dragged her fingers down his chiselled midriff, stopping at his belt buckle and quickly undoing it. In a flash he had freed himself of his pants and was lining himself up, pumping his rock hard cock a couple of times first. He paused, eyes flicking up to Y/N’s. 

“Tell me you want me.”

“Huh?” She asked, brain slightly foggy and eyes glazed.

“Beg for me.” His lips twitched up into his signature smirk, the smirk made Y/N’s chest tighten and she inhaled sharply as he stared into his eyes (those eyes!).

“Please, Theo, I want you so bad.” The pure thrill those words sent down Mattheo’s spine was unmatchable. 

“I know you do, baby.” He uttered before pushing himself into her, not giving her time to analyse the pet name. He groaned loudly into her ear as he bottomed out completely while she practically screamed out his name, closing her eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure as he stretched her out. Her hands clung onto his shoulders as he slowly dragged himself out of her before plunging back in. Mattheo dropped his head into the crook of her neck as he repeatedly thrusted into her. She was ridiculously tight, squeezing around his cock. As his pace quickened, Y/N’s back arched up towards him, head pushed back into the pillows, a string of praises spilling from her lips, causing an audible whimper to escape Mattheo. He continued to buck into her harshly, and Y/N’s fingers started to dig into his skin, scratching and scraping her nails down his toned back as the pleasure became too much.

“He could never make you feel like this, make you feel this good.” Mattheo’s jealous streak showing as Y/N squirmed from the building pressure in her core. 

“Only you, Theo, only you.” She whined loudly.

“Fuck” He whimpered again at her praise, returning his thumb to her clit and drawing sloppy circles. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat from the overwhelming sensations, moaning out his name again and again. 

“Don’t stop, Theo, fuck-” She cried out as she fisted her hands into his curls one more and tugged relentlessly. She could feel how incredibly tight his muscles were above her as his movements became more ragged. 

“I’m gonna cum,” He moaned, “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close.” She couldn’t even bring herself to respond as she felt an explosion in her core, her body spasming slightly as wave after wave of pleasure hit her like nothing she had ever experienced before. She clenched hard around Mattheo’s dick and his whole body stilled as his dick twitched inside her, ropes of thick, hot cum spurting out of him. They both stayed still for a moment, dazed and drunk on pleasure. The only sound was their heavy breathing as Mattheo cum was stuffed inside Y/N. He moved his head slightly to press a few kisses to the spot just below her ear as his hands softly travelled up and down her sides. He pulled out of her, their mixed cum dripping out from between her legs. He rolled onto his back beside her as they stared at the top of the four-poster bed. Y/N’s mind raced as she tried to read Mattheo, figure out what he was thinking. Should she leave? Did he still hate her? Was this a one-time thing? Suddenly she felt his arm reach around her and pull her into him, interrupting her thoughts. He looked down at her as her brief confusion melted away and she rested her head on his chest, his fingers lazily tracing the length of her spine.

[sunnyie-eve]

Little Things Masterlist

Series: Harry Potter

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter

Summary: Each Potter child has their own thing they have to be ready for when the time is right. One faces the wizard who tried to kill him, and the other will have to make a choice with that wizards son.

Characters

{ Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 |

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

✨ - fluff 🪄 - smut 🕯️ - angst

Harry Potter

Nothing's here yet

Ron Weasley

Nothing's here yet

Fred Weasley

Nothing's here yet

Geogre Weasley

Nothing's here yet

Cedric Diggory

Nothing's here yet

Draco Malfoy

Nothing's here yet

Tom Marvolo Riddle

I will - Tom Marvolo Riddle fanfiction masterlist

[starsarestories]

I've had a mental breakdown and now I'm reading a Mattheo riddle fanfic on Wattpad.... I'm getting flashbacks to three years ago

[angelicblondie]

characters i write for ♡.•*

* next to character I’m most interested in at the moment 

all characters aged up to 18 or higher if not already

mattheo riddle, theodore nott, finnick odair, coriolanus snow, anakin skywalker, *rafe cameron, jj maybank, percy jackson, *luke castellan, felix catton, harry styles, jacob elordi, drew starkey, tom blythe, jack hughes, *nate archibald

[sunkissedscribbles]

Prejudiced - Chapter One

this is only a part of the series, the next chapters can be found here

a/n: hey lovelies! i’m starting this ff called ‘prejudiced’ and am gonna be posting the chapters here, as well as on wattpad (more info on my page). i only made a minor change compared to wattpad because i’m going to be merging 2-3 wattpad chapters when posting here. so, here is the first one, i hope you’ll like it!!

word count: 3478

tw: my bad writing.

summary: cassie and mattheo bonding

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dividers by @chachachannah

Empty and half-empty bottles of firewhisky all over the place; on tables, under the chairs and the sofas, and loud music — this is how the Gryffindors celebrate a win against any of the other Quidditch teams of Hogwarts. These are the only nights we are "allowed" to stay up late, celebrating and drinking as if we were in a pub. More like, this is the only occasion the teachers don't bother to send us ruthlessly to bed.

The smell of alcohol in the air is sickening and I feel a little bit dizzy as there is no air left in the common room. I get up from the floor where we are sitting in a circle, playing the most cliché game ever; truth or dare, then head toward the portrait hole.

As the portrait shuts behind me, I no longer hear the people who are partying in the common room, nor do I hear the music that is playing in there. For a few moments, the sudden silence is deafening and my ears need a few seconds to recover from the internal beeping in my head.

Now it's silent.

There's not a sound except for the quiet snickering coming from the portraits and for my breathing. The castle is still and as always, it feels like someone's or something's watching me. But I know that's not true as long as I don't spot Mrs Norris. I turn around to see if she's there but as I make sure not a soul is here to catch me sneaking out of the common room at this ungodly hour, I make my way towards the Astronomy Tower, hoping to find peace and some fresh air there.

The noise was too much for me in the common room, the too many people made the air hard to breathe for me, and I started to feel like I didn't occupy my own body, as if I was watching my life and actions from outside my body. It happens quite often, my senses get overwhelmed, and all the impulses I got in the past hour made me a little sleepy and disassociated, that's why I decided to hunt for some peace and air.

As I reach the top level of the tower, I stop for a moment. I can see someone smoking by the railing. How did I not notice the smell of smoke when coming up here? I tend to zone out; I can't even recall my way here and it's so weird when I think about it.

From behind, I can't exactly tell who I'm looking at other than figuring out it's a boy and I'd leave as he must be looking for some alone time if he's here this late, without company but he turns around to see who's interrupting his me-time.

Do boys even have me-time?

It's Mattheo Riddle. My eyes meet his dark brown ones that reflect the moon's bright shine. He stiffens in his whole body as he locks his gaze with mine, the cigarette he was smoking already by his foot, stomped on and I can see his features harden, his hands clenching into fists warningly like he was about to throw punches without hesitation if needed. He probably would, though — he's the kind to get his hands dirty the Muggle way.

I feel sorry for him as I realize only being in someone's company whom he hasn't really talked to before is enough to make him go defensive in a split second. I have honestly always felt a kind of sympathy for him for being instantly prejudiced against by everyone only because of his father. I got judged too, but he for sure has it worse.

I recall the moment from earlier today when Fred and George played a prank on him. I hadn't seen what happened or what the prank was and only got to know anything had happened at all when getting ready for the match. Those two are one year ahead of me and have been my best friends since my first year at Hogwarts. As soon as I overheard they did something to Mattheo that he hadn't even deserved, I scolded them instantly and reminded them how similar my situation is to his; being prejudiced and judged by everyone when learning your surname. They always think of the worst things when they learn I'm a Black-descendant.

For a second, I get quite bold and without even approaching Mattheo, I look into his eyes.

"I want to apologize in the name of Fred and George for what they did today. I know you didn't deserve it and now they know it too." I tell him, not frightened by him a slight bit like other students would be.

"Why would you do that?" he barks back, his tone harsh and incredulous.

"Because those gits are too proud to apologize themselves. The perfect stereotype of a Gryffindor, I guess," I offer him a light smile as I shrug.

He seems cold as ice and it would probably be the best option to leave him alone but staying here is so tempting and I'm willing to earn at least the smallest of smiles from him. There is something in him, in his presence that makes me want to stay here.

I approach and join him leaning on the railing with my forearms as I look up at the sky.

"I thought the sky wasn't so cloudy tonight." I try to engage in small talk with him, getting him to say something but the ice he got himself locked into seems unbreakable.

I must admit we both are in our fourth year at Hogwarts so we are classmates but have talked probably once or twice before; we have never really got the chance to. I have always wanted to talk to him and maybe become friends but he seemed way out of my league; we aren't in the same caste, in spite of having mutual friends. He's the reserved, cold Slytherin boy, Riddle heir whereas I'm a rather cheerful Gryffindor — quite an annoying one, I must admit. But I have always set my hopes high and this moment seems like the perfect chance to try to break the ice. To see what's under that cold gaze, ruthless and mean facial expression. Because from what I've seen so far, he's almost stoic, restrained in a way of keeping any emotions under control — except for his anger. This boy clearly has problems with keeping his temper in check; but don't all who've grown up into families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight?

"You come here often? Haven't seen you here yet." I try to talk to him again and to my biggest surprise, he does answer.

"We don't have to talk. We are only at the same place by pure accident."

His tone is snarky, clearly not in the mood to chat with me but yet again, I am determined.

"You know, you're not the only one with a troubled family line." I turn my head in his direction, my tone somewhat low and serious.

I catch him off guard with this statement and the sudden change in the subject, I can tell that just by how his gaze softens for a moment, losing his indifferent, stern look for a slight second before regaining his will over his expressions.

But as he doesn't reply with anything, I keep on going.

"I get prejudiced a lot too."

"Doesn't seem to affect you," he mumbles under his breath.

"Not a hard thing to cope with," I shrug — it's a lie.

"Easy to say if you're in Gryffindor," he huffs, becoming defensive once again.

"Those are just stereotypes." I brush it off with a bitter undertone to which my shoulders visibly tense up. "I could be in Hufflepuff and be a Death Eater as well. Your house doesn't define you. Slytherins can be good people too. They are just misunderstood."

He thinks about what I have just said. His gaze slowly but surely softens a little.

He lets out a small, bitter laugh that's barely more than the air he blew out through his nose.

"But isn't being in Slytherin in my case a bit..."

"Sinister?" I ask. He nods. "I guess it sounds that a little bit, yeah. But it's up to you what you do with it. I mean, isn't being in Gryffindor as a Black a little..."

"Ridiculous?" now he asks and I nod. "It is. Not ordinary for a Black to go against their family's will."

"My family can suck it," I say straightforwardly. "They are just people who think a big dynasty makes them greater than the rest of the world's population with inbreeding and following the same old-fashioned pureblood-maniac views."

He looks at me, a little taken aback by my bluntness but the side of his lips curl up into a small smirk. This is what I call progress.

"The black sheep of the family, are you then?"

"Could say so," I shrug with a sly smile that's my body's natural reaction to seeing someone smile at me. Plus, I'm happy I've got him to talk to me. I'm making history tonight. "What about you?"

"Me? I thought you know who I am," he smirks humourlessly; I can see a hint of bitterness and pain in his eyes.

"I know who your biological father is but that's only blood, isn't it? That doesn't define you," I smile, trying to enlighten his mood with a sympathetic facial expression.

He bites his bottom lip as he lets out a little chuckle, but again, a humourless one.

"I know you have heard the rumours. Last year, everyone thought I opened the Chamber of Secrets. I'm bloody sick of them thinking they know me only because I'm the heir to the Dark Lord. They think I'm untrustworthy and will stab them in the back as soon as they turn around. And the Slytherins that are Death Eaters' children? They expect me to lead them, they want me to be the next Voldemort now that he's gone," he turns his head facing away from me for a moment, biting his lip again before sighing and looking back at me. "I just want to be normal for once, y'know."

I nod with understanding shining in my eyes. I've been through this too and I'm glad he opened up at least this much; to not become defensive at my every look and word and telling me he's had enough of the judgemental people he's had to face in his life.

I also remember last year, when people were convinced he was the one to open the chamber under the castle's basement until they'd seen and heard Harry interact with the snake summoned by Draco during the duelling lesson.

"Thank you," I say.

He looks at me, confused, "What?"

"You were honest," I smile lightly but genuinely, and to this gesture, his eyes light up a bit but I'm not sure if he's aware of that. "But you didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

A small smirk, that could have easily been missed, appears on his face, "You'll have to figure it out."

The next few days go by with only a slight difference to how it has been before. Due to the amount I have to study, I don't even seem to balance my study time and my free time and I feel like I'm going absolutely insane.

But that is not the difference I'm talking about.

The contrast is, that we always say hi to each other with Mattheo in class and when walking by each other. I know it's not much but I'm just glad we are actually going somewhere and small progress is still progress, isn't it?

Currently, I'm studying in the library, writing my essay for Astronomy class but I just don't seem to be able to force myself to concentrate anymore so I quickly decide to get some fresh air and head to the Astronomy Tower instead. And, listening to Lavender gossiping only a few tables away from me also bothered me so I am glad for a good reason to escape the four walls of the castle too.

I'm pleased to see there's no one up in the tower so I sit down with my back against a large column, and opening my books, I start to finish my essay about myths that have something to do with astronomy. For this topic, I chose the myth of how Perseus saved Andromeda and of course, the antecedents of it; how and why she got on that rock which was her parents' fault — Cassiopeia and Cepheus. Is it egocentric to tell the myth of the woman I got my name after? Those bloody Blacks and their favouritism over fucked up names!

I could've just written about Hercules and include Leo, Taurus, and Hydra. Or could've just put the main focus on Medusa. Screw it...

I get lost in my thoughts somewhere in the middle of a sentence whilst staring up at the sky with my head tilted back against the column. I am completely at ease, zoned out, so much so that I don't even notice the footsteps approaching me, only when I hear someone call my name.

"Black?" Mattheo's voice shakes me out of my thoughts as he looks down at me.

"Hiya, Mattheo," I smile up at him before he sits beside me, looking curiously at the parchment in my hand.

"Whatcha doing?"

"My essay for Astronomy. You done it already?"

"Didn't even know there was anything to do," he shrugs it off nonchalantly. "What's the topic?"

"Myths that have something to do with astronomy."

"You chose Cassiopeia, I suppose?" he looks at me softly, and I nod. I love to see how he let down his shield a little bit already. But I can't get over the fact he knows about the myth. He smiles as he notices the confused look on my face. "You got your name after her?"

"I did. Most members of 'The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black' have their names after objects in the sky. My cousin's got his name after Draco, the dragon. He's a year younger than us."

"Yeah, I know him. He's annoying," he nods and I chuckle at his statement.

We stay silent for a little while, processing the things said between us. My mind is racing, just as usual. Now that I think about it, I think it's unique and a great tradition to name your kids after such things as stars, galaxies, and constellations but I would've preferred a name that's not after a cruel woman like Cassiopeia; I know it wasn't her choice to sacrifice her daughter but if I were her, I'd rather jump into the mouth of the Cetus myself than doing that to my child. But still, I must agree with the fact that my name is beautiful and the meaning of it suits me pretty well; she, who chooses to excel.

"Do you know what your name means?" I ask out of thin air as I shake myself out of my thoughts.

Mattheo looks at me with a confused look on his face; I really did catch him off guard with this question. Me and my impulsivity (and my rushing thoughts), I guess.

"I-I don't know? Never thought about looking it up. Never really cared. Why?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking," I smile lightly, shaking my head, thinking about it. "Could be either the Hebrew or Italian version to the English Matthew which means 'gift of God,'" I squint my eyes slightly while thinking.

He furrows his brows slightly at my explanation and he looks up at the sky. It's becoming darker and darker outside and I can see a bright star already. Must be Sirius, judging by how we are already in February.

I then remember the rumour of Sirius Black being in Hogwarts. How would that even be possible? I mean-

"What is the meaning of your name?" he asks me after a few seconds, interrupting my train of thought.

"She, who chooses to excel," I answer without thinking. The sides of his lips curl into a little smirk.

"Fits you," is all he says. A small smile creeps upon my lips.

We don't talk much more for a long time and I go back to finish the sentence that I stopped writing in the middle, now really intending to finish the essay.

After a few minutes of simply staring at the sky, Mattheo gets up from beside me and walks to the railing, grabbing his pack of cigs. I don't even need to look up to know what he's about to do. His fag is already between his lips but doesn't seem to have a lighter on him, I assume by how he's looking into all of his pockets.

"I think it's a sign to stop damaging yourself, especially at fourteen," I comment in a rather annoyed tone. One thing I could never bear is people smoking around me. They really don't care about the consequences of it, do they?

"Live fast, die pretty," he shrugs. "Plus, I'm fifteen."

I roll my eyes with a little smirk.

"What difference does it make?" I ask but as soon as I say it out loud, a song with the same title starts playing in my head and I can't help but think "What's wrong with me when this happens?" Because it happens a lot.

"Got no light, anyway."

"You've got a wand, dumbass," I chuckle.

He rolls his eyes and pretends to be annoyed as he pulls out his wand from the pocket of his jeans. I look up at him from the bottom of the column with my almost-finished essay in hand; he's wearing a white short-sleeve with a black long-sleeve under it, blue jeans, and his black Converse. We have matching shoes, I think as I look at my feet. I can't hold back a small smile at this coincidence but I can't seem to manage to make up a good reason as to why this triggers such a reaction in me — honestly, I don't even really care.

From the corner of my eye, I sense him looking at me right after I get back to my homework. These are my very last sentences before finishing the essay, now for real, and I can't help but notice how my butt hurts by now; I've been sitting here for almost an hour by this time.

Stretching out and cracking my neck, I get up and walk up to the railing, leaning on it with my forearms next to the boy. The light wind plays with my brown hair as I look down at the water. I shift my gaze up at the sky, admiring the stars that are barely noticeable just yet.

He looks at my face and I don't look at him until I pop out the question that's been bothering me for a while now. "Do you think we have a choice on who we'll be? Like, our kind?"

"Our kind?"

I nod. "Those who come from troubled families and families with great past. Do you think we'll ever be able to just... live a normal life without people thinking we'll bring destruction?"

He thinks for a moment before answering, "I thought you said you'd shown people your family doesn't define you?"

"That's never enough," now it's my turn to let out a bitter laugh. "I could do anything to prove them wrong, they expect me to show up with a Dark Mark one day and cause people's deaths. Just because I came from a pureblood-maniac family with views that support Voldemort even after his fall, even if no Blacks have raised me, even with dancing on the edge of getting disowned, that's not enough."

"No Blacks have raised you?" he asks. I hope that's not the only thing that he caught from what I've said though.

"Dad died shortly after I was born. Grandparents dead, uncle in Azkaban. I mean... he was. Mum has raised me on her own-"

"So Sirius Black really is your uncle," he realizes before stomping on his cigarette and I nod.

"His brother was my father," I answer shortly. "People say I must've helped him escape behind my back."

"Yea, I've heard. So did you?" he asks with a sly smirk to enlighten the mood.

"Shut up, Riddle," I nudge him with my elbow with a grateful, easy laugh. It feels natural to talk to him this openly, for some reason.

"Make me, Black," he leans closer with a grin and I roll my eyes before turning my head to face the sky again. He seems like he's getting comfortable around me by the second which makes me quite... happy.

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Perhaps a Mattheo Riddle ff whereas maybe reader and him get into a FIGHT!!! And they lowkkk end off bad terms and then like timeskip 3 weeks later or something and Mattheo gets into a fight and shows up at her door because she would OH MY GODDDD SHE WOULD ALWAYS TEND TO HIS WOUNDS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

PATCH ME UP

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader [ angst , fluff ]

"You're such an asshole!" You yelled, your brows furrowed so deep, they could scar. Mattheo rolled his eyes as if he was brushing you off, "you're being dramatic, it's not that serious." His tone was calm, but you could hear the subtleness of his anger. 

"It is that serious. I'm so sick of you ignoring the things I say." Your volume was lower, but your frustration wasn't. You just wanted him to listen, to understand, but he made it seem like that was impossible. Mattheo just stood there, blankly watching you shake your head at him. "Just get out." As soon as your words reached his ears, his expression changed immediately. 

His eyebrows were now creased in confusion and slight disbelief. "What?" He mumbled, his words dripping with worry. "I said get out." You repeated, your irritated evident in your voice. You had never been this angry with Mattheo. "I can't leave without making up. We can't just fight and let it linger."

You cut him off, your irritation levels rising. "It's not that serious, just get out." Mattheo rolled his eyes at the use of his previous words, giving up and deciding to leave you alone. "Fine." He muttered, now sounding disappointed and defeated. Mattheo exited your home, closing the door behind him with a slowness as if he was waiting for you to stop him. But you didn't. You watched him walk away, the same anger bubbling deep inside you. 

Three weeks later.

The air is cold, darkness accompanying you as you let out a deep sigh. You were currently seated on the sofa of your living room, mindlessly searching through the limited channels for something interesting. Though it has been three weeks, you haven't been able to get over the mess of events that occurred between you and Mattheo. You wondered if he was also thinking about you the same way you were thinking of him. Suddenly, a knock sounds from your door, immediately catching your attention.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pull yourself from the soft cushions and make your way to the door. You weren't expecting anyone, so who could it be? Your mental question is soon answered as you pull the door open, revealing the man that stood in your living room weeks prior. Instead of the previous distressed look, his face now held one of vulnerability and shame as he looked at you.

You could see the embarrassment swirling in his eyes as he cleared his throat awkwardly whilst looking off to the side, "I didn't have anywhere else to go and you.. usually patch me up." He mutters, the volume of his voice was very low. You inspect his reopened wounds, along with a few new ones. Sighing, you open the door wider for him, allowing the boy to enter as you led him to your bathroom.

Without a word, you retrieve the kit you created to aid you with tending to his wounds. Opening the case, you let out a sigh. "Is there a reason for this fight?" Your tone was unimpressed and flat, making his shame burn hotter inside of him. "Yes." Mattheo muttered, completely avoiding eye contact with you as you dabbed an alcohol pad on the open wound. A moment of silence occurs before you speak up, "are you gonna tell me?"

Mattheo let out a bundle of air before finally meeting your eyes as he spoke. "I was really frustrated about our fight and I just needed someone to take it out on." He defended softly, a hint of defeat still present. "It's been three weeks. You're that frustrated after three weeks?" A chuckle escapes your mouth as you rub a cream on the now clean wounds.

He nods, "I just kept dwelling on it and I couldn't ignore how bad I messed up. You were right. I always brush you off when we're arguing and I am an asshole for that. I'm sorry, Y/N." His eyes are locked on yours as he apologizes, not bothering to react to the last swipe of the cold substance against his skin. Your eyes soften as you look down at Mattheo, a soft smile decorating your lips. "Thank you for apologizing. Does this mean you won't do it again?" You ask, wanting to hear it from his lips.

He lets out a dramatic huff before admitting, "yes. This means I won't do it again." You cover the last open wound, your lips fully blossomed into a smile as you look at Mattheo once again. "Good." You comment, packing away the medical supplies and placing them in their reserved spot. "So... do you forgive me?" He asks quietly, almost unsure of himself. The gentleness of his voice causes your heart to warm. You turn to face him once again, smile on your lips as you respond softly. "Of course."

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The Misfit Gang (Slytherin Gang ff)

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Part 6

With Tom at the lead, everyone else circling Soren, and Mattheo at the back, the group travelled like a pack of wolves and made their way to Snape's office. That would be the teachers' most-likely meeting point if they were going to take down the troll. As they walked, Tom berated them for 'choosing to do something so stupidly irresponsible' even thought it had been his idea in the first place, but no-one contradicted him. He was the most capable with magic of the six of them and the best dueller, having come from a strong dark wizarding family, and therefore also the natural leader it seemed. To Soren, at least. 

They continued to walk for a few minutes in silence until they reached the office, where the teachers were indeed meeting. Tom, taking initiative, knocked on the door and informed the closest professor, Professor Sprout, of their situation. 

"I see..." Snape mused, "So you all decided to warn us about a girl nowhere near the troll who has no idea it exists?" 

"Yes, sir," Tom muttered, looking down, "De Ville was worried it might move while the students were evacuated. Due to the noise, of course." 

Soren's head shot up - she'd been looking at the floor in embarrassment - and she stared at Tom in shock. She hadn't even thought about the troll moving, that was all him. What shocked her the most was what Mattheo said next. 

"We saw them hanging back from the group and decided it was best to tell you, just in case you didn't know about it," he said, "There might also be two others who stayed behind, two Gryffindors. We think they might be in trouble, even if there is three of them." 

Snape nodded in contemplation, then looked up at McGonagall. They exchanged glances and McGonagall looked away, somewhat annoyed and angered. 

"We'll go there before finding the troll," he decided, "Five points to Slytherin for each of you, but if any of you tries to pull something like this again it'll be ten taken from each of you." 

"Hopefully the girl can explain herself, and the other two. I have my suspicions as to who they are, but nothing we should discuss here," McGonagall added, waving her hands to dismiss the Slytherin first years. 

The six youngsters rushed back to the Ravenclaw common room without even a thanks.

Even though they'd probably saved the idiot girl's life, It was possible that the other two dimwads would gain more points for Gryffindor than the Slytherin's had for their own good, selfless act, because ✨favouritism✨.

Soren didn't bother lending any more thoughts to the three in the bathroom, although the others definitely did, and she could hear them muttering under their breaths, she only thought about how both Riddle brothers had decided to back her up instead of tearing her down like they did to everyone else. She didn't really understand why they would do that, but the idea that they didn't completely hate her warmed her cheeks and kept her going, even up several flights of stairs towards uncommon ground.  

After a few dozen flights of 16-18 stairs each, Soren began to fall back towards the tail-end of their little huddle. They'd been running  for almost 20 minutes without break and she was not as athletic-ly capable as her male classmates. Mattheo, who was right behind her, noticed her falling behind little by little, and called out to get the rest to stop. 

"We need a break," he panted, putting on an act even though he wasn't remotely tired yet, "I'm sure we can walk the rest of the way, can't we?" 

Tom looked pissed, but then noticed Soren bent over panting and trying to catch her breath and immediately nodded. Mattheo, too, seemed to notice her struggling more, and the two walked a little slower than their friends. 

Everyone turned to stare at them when they finally got to the Ravenclaw common room, Slytherins and Ravenclaws alike. The blue-clad house was well-respected for it's wise and understanding students, who simply stared without saying anything, but the self-righteous Slytherins jeered and laughed at their tardy first years. Tom, Theo and Mattheo managed to hold off the downright abusive ones who tried to latch onto Soren just to make fun of her, but even their deadliest glares didn't stop the incessant staring. It was obvious there was something different about her, something most Slytherins cast out as weak. And that was what made her their primary target whenever there was some bullying to do, even after the troll debacle. That's why, even though they too were cruel and horrible bullies to others, Soren made friends out of Tom and Mattheo Riddle. 

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I will | Chapter 0 - Prologue |

pairing: Tom Marvolo Riddle x OC

Warning: cursing, english is not my first language.

Spider's tooth... Leeches juice... Leeches. Well that's funny. That's like everyone else. Everyone? Who? You know. I know everything. Everything. Sounds beautiful. Thirty seconds. Done. Like all of them. Well. It'll be like this soon enough.

Dark corridors, clatter of perfectly polished shoes against the stone floors. What are you doing here, Tom? I'm patrolling. Answer ready. Being a prefect is so useful.

Useful useful useful.

Why are you here?

You're not useful. But who? You. And what about her? Who? Haha... Who? ... Tell me!

Who?

Answer me!

You know who. Her.

Her her her her.

You know everything Tom. You know it. You know that I'm only a voice in your head. You talk with yourself.

No.

Fucking shut up!

Click click click.

Her.

She is useful...

And this dull squeaky sound. Listen to it Tom.

And everything went quiet again.