#fire fighter!mattheo

[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

[ravenclaw-for-all-seasons]

His Soft Spot (2) - Mattheo Riddle

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet when Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo stumbled through the entrance, adrenaline still pumping through their veins. The three of them were bruised and disheveled, fresh from a fight with a group of Gryffindors that had gotten way out of hand. Enzo was grinning like a maniac despite the blood trickling from his busted lip, while Theo clutched his ribs with a wince, muttering something about how "that bastard threw a punch like a damn troll."

Mattheo, for his part, was still seething. His knuckles were raw and bloodied, his breathing heavy, and the rage still lingered in his chest. But then he saw you.

You were curled up on one of the emerald-green couches by the fire, staring down at a piece of parchment with a miserable expression. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, eyes glossy, and the moment Mattheo really looked at you—really saw you—everything else became unimportant.

The fight? Forgotten. His throbbing fists? Irrelevant. His need to prove himself to those Gryffindor bastards? Completely erased.

Because you were upset. And that was the only thing that mattered.

Theo and Enzo were still laughing about the fight when Mattheo abruptly broke away from them and made a beeline toward you. They barely had time to register the shift in his demeanor before he was in front of you, crouching down, his hands resting on either side of your thighs as he peered up at you with concern.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His voice was softer than it had been all day, laced with worry, as if whatever was upsetting you was infinitely more important than anything else in the world.

You blinked up at him, startled by how fast he’d switched from Mattheo the fighter to Mattheo the overprotective boyfriend. Your gaze flickered to his bruised knuckles, and you frowned. “What happened to you?”

Mattheo barely glanced at his hands, waving off your concern like it was nothing. “Not important.” He reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking against your skin. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

From the couch nearby, Theo and Enzo exchanged looks of pure disbelief.

“Are you seeing this?” Enzo muttered under his breath, wiping the blood from his lip.

“Yeah,” Theo whispered back. “We were just literally brawling five minutes ago.”

“I watched him throw a guy into a wall.”

“Now he’s literally caressing her face like she’s a fucking angel.”

Meanwhile, you sighed, glancing down at the parchment in your lap. “I... I got my Charms exam back today,” you admitted, your voice small. “And I—well, I failed.”

Mattheo blinked. That’s it? He had been fully prepared to commit actual murder, but this? This was fixable.

Still, the moment he saw the self-doubt flicker in your eyes, the way you pulled your sleeves over your hands and curled into yourself, his heart clenched. He tilted your chin up gently, forcing you to look at him.

“Who do I need to kill?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Mattheo’s gaze darkened, but not with anger toward you—no, his fury was now directed at whoever was responsible for making you feel like this. “Was it someone in class? Did someone distract you and make you fail?” He cracked his knuckles, despite how much his hands already ached. “I swear to Merlin, I’ll handle it. Just say the word, princess.”

From behind, Theo snorted. “Mate, I think she’s upset at herself, not another person.”

Mattheo ignored him completely. “Or was it the professor? You want me to threaten them?” His voice was dead serious, eyes blazing. “I’ll make sure they never fail you again. Give me five minutes—I’ll be back before sunrise.”

Your lips parted in shock. “Mattheo—”

“Azkaban’s just a building, baby.”

“Mattheo, oh my God.”

You let out a half-laugh, half-groan, rubbing your temples as Mattheo’s intensity remained unwavering. But despite the ridiculousness of it, warmth bloomed in your chest. Because here he was—fresh out of a fight, bruised and bleeding—but he was more concerned about your failed exam than the fact that he had literally just assaulted a group of Gryffindors.

Seeing the slight smile tug at your lips, Mattheo exhaled in relief. He pulled you forward, wrapping you in his arms as he sat beside you on the couch. You melted into him, breathing in the scent of smoke, musk, and a hint of blood, letting his presence soothe you.

“You’re too hard on yourself, princess,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. “One bad grade doesn’t mean anything.”

You sighed. “But—”

“No ‘buts.’ You’re brilliant. You could fail every exam, and I’d still think you’re the smartest person in this castle.” His lips brushed against your forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “And the most beautiful.”

Theo groaned from the other couch. “You were literally beating the shit out of someone ten minutes ago, and now you’re whispering sweet nothings. I cannot handle this.”

Enzo nodded in agreement. “It’s actually sickening.”

Mattheo lifted his head just enough to glare at them. “Both of you, shut the fuck up.”

Theo raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, we’re just impressed. You flip the switch so fast, it’s like its own form of magic.”

Enzo smirked. “We should’ve brought the Gryffindors here to witness this. They’d never believe it.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes but ignored them, choosing instead to tighten his hold around you. “Ignore those idiots,” he murmured. “I’m serious, princess. You’re incredible. And if you want, I can hex Flitwick’s tea so he starts grading on a curve.”

You giggled, finally feeling the weight of your bad grade start to lift. “You’re ridiculous.”

Mattheo smirked. “Only for you, baby.”

You sighed, letting yourself sink deeper into his embrace. Despite the bruises on his knuckles, the split on his lip, and the remnants of rage still simmering beneath his skin, Mattheo Riddle was yours. And no matter what, he would always be willing to go to war for you.

Even if that war was against your Charms professor.

[musingsofahufflepuff]

hi i’m, uhm, a really big fan and was wondering if you’re taking requests?

I saw you do a mood board for the paramedic enzo that suugarbabe poster and was curious if you had plans to do one fire fire fighter mattheo 🥺🥺

i am absolutely taking requests, thanks for sending one in 🫶

i was planning on making it anyway but you def inspired me to get it out in a reasonable timeframe lol. i think it turned out pretty good if i do say so myself

firefighter!mattheo

[lushleona]

Mattheo with a s/o who’s an experienced fighter. Like they literally flipped a student over a table type shir

MATTHEO’S GIRL. mattheo riddle

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary ; lavender brown gives your man a love potion… what else can you do but fight her? words ; 1.2k warnings ; fighting/violence (not super explicit), swearing, fluff, suggestive ending (no smut), lavender brown slander

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Sometimes, Lorenzo Berkshire wonders if he made the right choice by introducing you to Mattheo.

Sure, he loved that his friend was happy and in love, but Merlin, the two of you together was like pouring gasoline on a fire. A wildfire.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t familiar with solving altercations using anything but his fists and unfortunately, you were the exact same way. At least you could say neither of you has ever lost a fight.

“Blaise, pass me the syrup,” you muttered, licking crumbs of waffles off your finger.

The Great Hall was abuzz with chattering students, the scent of bacon and eggs wafting in the air and the relaxing hum of rain outside illuminating the atmosphere.

“Y/N, I’m proud of you, to be honest,” Blaise, who sat across from you, mused as he handed you the small pitcher of syrup. Your brows furrowed, curiosity etching over your features.

“Why are you proud of me, may I ask?” you chuckled, drizzling the syrup over your waffles.

“Why? Because you didn’t rip that girl’s hair out.” He snorted, confused as to why Enzo was shaking his head at him beside you.

You looked up from your waffles, smile dropping. “What girl?”

“Um… The one who tried to give Mattheo a love potion?” He laughed nervously and Enzo shut his eyes and sighed in disappointment.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm the swirling storm of fury already bubbling in your chest. “Blaise. What girl?” Your voice was dangerously quiet and Blaise’s eyes widened as he licked his lips, clearly terrified that you’d hex him on the spot if he didn’t spill.

“Lavender Brown.” The words immediately rushed out of his mouth, making it evident that he’d much rather save himself. He just wished Mattheo hadn’t slept in this morning and was here to calm his girl down.

“Explain exactly what happened,” you demand.

The words spill out of Blaise’s mouth at a comically fast speed as he aggressively cuts his waffles up with his knife.

“She was talking to him after class because McGonagall asked her to tutor him in DADA and she offered him a cookie but Pansy had heard Lavender the other day in the library, telling Parvati about how she’d finally found a way to, and I quote, ‘steal Y/N’s man.’ So, we pulled him away before he could accept.” The sentences were almost indecipherable with the way Blaise was rushing them out but you caught every word, the glass in your hand almost shattering with the death grip you had on it.

“Okay,” You whispered, standing up. Just as you began walking to the Gryffindor table, your boyfriend brushed past you.

“Hey, baby, good morni—” He instantly shut up when he saw that crazed look in your eyes. “Oh, I take it, you found out.” He winced, his face scrunching up in worry and a little bit of amusement.

“Matt, I love you, babe, but get the fuck out of my way.” His arms grabbed at you, stopping you in your tracks. “Y/N, come on. I don’t wanna see you get hurt, baby.”

“Okay, many things are wrong with that statement. First, it’s funny hearing that come from you, Mister I Love Fighting. And second, you seriously think that bitch could hurt me? With her weak little arms?”

He chuckled, his hand coming up to caress your face, thumb brushing over your pouty lower lip before kissing it.

“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know?”

“Well, then I’m about to get real fucking adorable.” You shoved past him, making a beeline for the Gryffindor table, only to find that Lavender isn’t there. So, instead, you clutched Parvati’s shoulder in your hand and turned her around to look you in the eye as you leaned down to her level.

“Where’s your little friend?” You questioned, your angry eyes boring into her widened, fearful ones as she realizes Lavender’s been caught by, arguably, the scariest girl in school.

“Courtyard,” She squeaked, betraying her friend.

You nodded, eyes set on the exit as you let go of her, much to her relief as her tensed up shoulders relaxed again. Ignoring Mattheo and your friends trailing behind you, you bolted towards the courtyard and put your hair up in a ponytail as you prepared to throw hands at 9:30 in the fucking morning.

The second you spot that head of curly blonde hair, all you can see is red, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the back of the head, pulling her away from her friends. She squealed in pain as you pulled on the strands of her hair before pushing her forwards by the head.

“Ow! You psycho bitch!” Her whiny voice rang out, drawing the attention of everyone in the courtyard. Her words only fueled the anger you were harboring, steam practically coming out of your ears. With a red face, you muttered, “Oh, I’ll show you psycho.”

She attempted to tackle you but you easily dodged her predictable move and instead, waited for her to face you again before landing a punch directly on her jaw, drawing out a yelp.

Before she has the time to react, you snatch her shirt and drag her over to the picnic table nearby, your anger charging your strength as you hurl her body over the table, her back sliding across it before tumbling onto the floor, a pained groan escaping her lips.

Mattheo’s lips parted in shock, unknowing of whether to be concerned or proud of you.

“Merlin, she really is Mattheo’s girl.” Theo mutters, noting the similarities between you and your boyfriend.

You sighed and sauntered around over to her, as if this was just another Tuesday, and kneeled down to mutter in her ear, “A love potion? Are you really that desperate? Listen Lavender, you even look at what’s not yours again, and you’ll be sporting a damn body cast.”

A small smirk blossomed on your boyfriend's lips, his brows raising in amusement as you walked back over to him and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Lavender, who’s standing now with the help of her friends, huffs exasperatedly. “He probably doesn't even want you!”

And it’s all red again. You lunged at her but your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your waist before you could get a single punch in, securely holding you in place, your back pressed to his chest. “Let go!” You writhed around, trying to free yourself from his grasp.

“It’s okay, baby.” He kissed your cheek. “I know you wanna make her bleed, but it's okay.” It’s almost laughable how sweet and soothing the words are, despite what they’re saying.

He eventually dragged you back to his dorm, deciding to skip your first classes so he could tend to your slightly bruised knuckles. You seemed to have acquired some cuts, splintered wood sticking out of your skin from when you threw Lavender over the table.

Sitting on his bed with a first aid kit beside him, he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the small cuts before cleaning and bandaging them up. “I’m not gonna lie, the possessiveness was kind of hot.” He told you with a suggestive smirk. “You’re insane, you know that?”

”Maybe we both are.” You giggled, leaning up to plant a kiss on his jawline.

“Maybe.” He murmured, his voice turning low and husky as he stared down at you. “You’re sexy when you fight.”

He smiled as his back hit the bed, your pretty face hovering above him.

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thank u for the request anon, i hope i did whatever you had in your head justice <3 also, i used that one prompt that was like “you’re cute when you’re mad” “ well i’m about to get real fucking adorable” i can’t remember where it was from but yeah 💋