#mattheoriddlefluff

[happilykrispypirate]

can you maybe do mattheo riddle x malfoy!reader

with the slytherin group, and mattheo and reader are secretly together and they get caught by someone?

i love your work sm!!

Whoops

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Malfoy!reader

Warnings: Swearing, a very very heated makeout sesh, mentions of sex, and my shitty writing.

A/n: Holy shiiitt, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry! I'm back, for idk how long. I've been through a bunch of emotional shit and now I need an outlet. So, hii.

A/n 2: okay I'm really back this time, or I should be.

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"Are you serious right now?" Y/n laughed at Mattheo's poor attempt to catch the jellybean in his mouth.

"Hey it's not my fault you throw like shit," He laughed along with her.

"Oh, you're no better, mister!" Y/n giggled.

"Oh, really?" Mattheo then stood up and grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

Y/n squealed and giggled, before Mattheo threw her on the bed and pinned her by her hands.

"I still throw like shit?" He asked, smirking. His face close to hers, she giggled.

"I think you're improving," She said.

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head, absolutely absorbed by her being. He never could've imagined that they would end up together. She being a Malfoy and all. Her parents would never approve, not like they'd have much of a choice if he got his father on his side.

Their friends are blabbermouths, to say the least, especially the other Malfoy. Hence why they don't know about the relationship either.

Both of them also enjoyed their little world they've created far too much to tell anyone in anyway.

Mattheo, too caught up in the moment, smashed his lips onto hers. A slight breathy moan escaped her lips onto his at the force of his kiss.

Tongues intertwined mere seconds later, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

Mattheo knew exactly what she wanted to happen. So, he slowly started grinding, teasing her.

A whine escaped her and her legs tightened, as if to tell him to stop teasing.

Just as Mattheo's hand was about to reach down, the door swung open.

"Hey mate, have you seen-" Blaise, the bastard, had stopped dead in his tracks, words leaving him with each second he sees the scene in front of him.

"What the fuck, Blaise," Mattheo spat, as he separated himself from the girl.

"Oh my God!" Blaise exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. He then turned around and ran, yelling, "Mattheo and Y/n were making out!! They almost had sex!!"

"Unfortunately, almost," Mattheo groaned earning a wack on the arm.

"He's gonna tell everyone!" Y/n said.

"It's about time they knew, love," Mattheo said looking at her.

"I know," She said, and then a few moments later she giggled, "We so traumatized Blaise."

Mattheo chuckled, "I think we can do worse," He said, before he climbed back on top of her.

"Now, where were we."

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Holy fuck I'm so sorry it took me this long to actually write and post.

[midnights-with-him]

us (m.riddle x reader)

song: us, g.abrams t.s, the secret of us

(tehe i found another way to use a ts song)

summary: mattheo left you two months ago, for the death eaters, for his father, but suddenly he's back, and he's joined the order, the same one you, his ex, is in.

(in this vers, hermione, ron, and harry didn't go off on their own)

warnings: ANGST (i spent like two hours adding it oml) swearing

a/n: i love this some sm its not even funny (if anyone has eras tour or the secret of us tickets i will take them:)

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It felt like what I've known, your twenty-nine years old, so how can you be cold when i open my home? -g.abrams

every morning, like clockwork, hermione granger, two doors down from your room in 12 grimmaund palace, woke up at six thirty, and then woke you up at seven, and then both of you went downstairs and made breakfast, and then woke up ginny, who always insisted on sleeping in late.

but today, it wasn't hermione's soft accent that greeted you as you woke up, it was eudoria tonk's rough hands pushing you awake.

"yn! yn!" she called your name until your dreary eyes peeled open, her lavender hair the sight that woke you up.

"what... time is it?" you sat up slowly. tonks was standing on the side of the bed, her eyes wide. "bloody fucking hell, tonks, the sun isn't up," you pointed to the window next to your bed, the dark sky a contrast to the blasting light tonks had turned on in your room.

"yn, yn," tonks skipped over your words like it was perfectly normal to wake someone up at the asscrack of dawn. "i have to tell you something."

"cant it wait till morning?" you complained, lying back down and rolling over so your back was to tonks. "i stayed up late with ginny last night and-"

"he's coming morningtime," tonks rolled her eyes and pushed you up again. "he's going to be here in a few minutes, actually." you rolled your eyes.

"sure, tonks," you yawned. "I'm sure whatever new member order will be here at the asscrack of dawn, because being here while sensible people are sleeping is such an important core value of the order."

"yn, remember last night, when molly asked you to pick two rooms no one used?" tonks once again breezed past your words, but this time there was a worriedness to her voice that uneased you.

you nodded slowly, the sleepy haze clearing from your vision and mind so you could remember after dinner, when mrs weasley had mysteriously asked you to pick two empty rooms, refusing to give a explaination behind it.

technically, it was your home, you, being the daughter of the now deceased siruis black. the house elf, the loud painting of your lovely grandmother, all of it was yours, althought you were glad to give it to the order, or more specifically, molly, who helped you clean the dusty windows and liven up with abandoned kitchen with actual food. your father, remus lupin, had moved out to the house after siruis had been arrested, and the order had only moved in here, along with you and your father, because death eaters undoubtedly knew the location of your old flat.

"yes," you grumbled. "she probably wants to use it for storge, i gave her the empty ones between me and mione. molly was there all night, putting in furnature, ginny and i heard it-"

"but while you were picking out the rooms, did you know your father told something to the rest of the kids while you were gone?" tonks cut throuhg your words.

you straighted up.

"what? what was it? why couldn't i here?" a cascade of your old school worries flooded in.

am i not trustworthy enough? does my own dad not trust me? why didn't they tell me? am i not good enough to be told?

"hush up and i'll tell you," tonks waved away your words like they were flies, and you shut your mouth. "um, did you hear what alastor said about spies at dinner last night?"

"yes," you said slowly, drawing out the word while remember the scene yesterday, alastor saying something weird about 'bloody boys who can't even spy right' while you were shoveling pasta into your mouth. "why?" molly had shushed him up before he could say anything else, and you were rather distracted by the choice of cheese, or rather getting any cheese before ron ate it all.

"there are," tonks hesitated, and you felt her confidence in telling you wavering. if you had been led away by molly, the order probably didn't want you knowing whatever tidbit of information tonks was about to spill to you.

"tonks, it won't tell anyone or freak out. please."

"you might actually freak out," tonks winced. "there are... death eater spies coming here. in a few minutes, actually, alastor has gone to get them. there are six of them, but only one has the mark. and they're... staying here. dumbledore asked them to spy a few months ago, and we had to keep it secret."

"oh!" you tilted your head, thinking it thoroughly. "well, they're not on you-know-who's side, right? since they're our spies? and the spy with the mark isn't really a death eater, right? so i suppose it's not that bad to have them, if they aren't dangerous. i don't think i would freak out over that, tonks. it'll be interesting to have new people."

"yes, but i'm not finished," tonks sighed, aggrivated. "we don't have time, alastor's gonna be back any minut-"

an audible whoosh and crackle and pop and boom all at the same time vibrated around the house, shaking your bedframe. you heard noises of the other kids on your floor, fred, george, harry, hermione, ron, and ginny, start to get up, no doubt awoken by the noise.

"oh, that must be him," determinted to be a good host (and perhaps shove it in your father's face that you knew what he was trying to hide) you got out of bed and walked down the stairs.

"yn!" tonks chased over you but tripped over your clothes, scattered across your floors. "gosh, youre such a pig! yn! wait! i'm not finished!"

halfway down the stairs, you could see the hulking form of alastor moody, and six other shadows, their faces not visible in the dark, with no light. tonks ran into the hall and flicked on the lihgt, revealing their faces.

at first, you only saw them for their looks, you read them of what they looked like.

you saw the first boy and thought: "shaggy brown hair, dark eyes, looks nice-" and then that train of thought was slammed by another, which shouted: enzo! lorenzo berkshire! you know him! he's your friend!

and your eyes flicked over the other faces, and then that same thought screamed all their names. draco! Blasie! theodore! pansy! mat- mattheo...

mattheo riddle? the same one that had broken up with you two months ago, after showing you the ugly black in on his arm and breaking your heart? was that the same boy who stood in the dimly lit hallway right now, smiling like there was a sun above him.

yes, yes it was.

before you could process the tidal wave of emotions, there were suddenly arms around you, and a body flying toward's yours as it pressed it's form and arms around you.

you realized it was pansy, from the short black bob tickeling your face and the sharp scent of mint, which was pansy's favorite herb.

"pansy," you breathed, and you inhaled her smell. it had been two months ago, the same night mattheo had broken up with you, when you had last smelled that mint. she had come barging in while you were crying in your hogwarts dorm, her own eyes puffy and red, mumbling something about her parents forcing her to go to the death eaters, and how she had to escape from them to say goodbye. before you could get a word in, she had thrown her arms around you, whispered 'be strong, yn,' and when you blinked, she was a shadow running out the door and into the halls.

"yn!" she shouted joyusly, puling away to look you in the eyes and then hugging you again. she blocked out all the thoughts about mattheo, and you stayed in her embrace as long as you could.

"oi," a deeper voice broke through your hug, and strong arms gently pulled you away, blaise zambini grinned at you, stronger than he had the first time you had met, in fourth year, and you flung yourself at him, hugging him too. "oof, yn. let me breathe, please."

you detached youself and them remembered to scowl.

"you didn't even say goodbye to me," you put your hands on your hips, not fully mad, just saying something so you could streach the time you didn't have to look at mattheo. "you lot too," you pointed at enzo, theo, and draco, who where looking between you and mattheo subtly. "you just left, you assholes," but you still ran over and hugged each of them, enzo with the warmth of a brother, theo, during which you snatched his cigarette with a stern, "don't smoke, dumbass, it's bad for you,' and draco, who hugs were normally stiff, but this time, it felt real, even if it was short.

and that left you with-

mattheo, who stared at you like you were the stars.

"hi," you said quietly, sharply, after the silence had gone on a beat too long. alastor was still standing behind mattheo, as expressionless as ever, and tonks was wincing through the tension.

"yn-" he started.

"yn!" hermione's shrill voice cut through mattheo's and in an instant, she and ginny, now awake, were downstairs, and tugging you away from the others. "they're dangerous dont-"

"they're not dangerous," you pulled your arm away. "they're spies, remember? for us? on our side?"

"they were death eaters before spies," harry and ron were now upstairs, in the hallway that hung over the downstairs like a balcony, peering down with their wands in front of their faces.

"they were kids before death eaters," you snapped. "kids who had parents and expectations." but you had seen pansy's face fall and a rush of anger, overpowering everything else, clouded you sense of judgement as you saw your friend hurt. "i wouldn't expect you to know anything about fucking parents, though, harry."

a small snigger was covered up by a cough, suspiciously in the direction of blaise, who was looking down and shaking quietly. harry drew in a sharp breath and swallowed, but you didn't feel bad.

pansy's hand slipped into yours and you both smiled at each other, wordlessly grateful.

"don't be awful to harry, yn," ron said quietly, but not gently.

"tell harry not to be a bitch then," the words shot out of your mouth.

"come, girls and boys," fred and george appeared next to harry and ron, hair stuck in odd angles. "show them their rooms, huh, yn?" fred smiled, trying to over up the words from both you and harry.

you smiled and nodded gratefully at them. good old weasleys. the twins, harry and ron dissapeared into their rooms.

"let me um," hermione stepped in between you and the staircase as the group trailed behind you so you could lead them upstairs. "take your jackets," she finished, motioning to the thick parkas draped over the boy's and pansy's shoulders, to protect them from the cold and from lurking death eater eyes. the parkas made them look so muggle.

you smiled. hermione was making and effort to be polite at least. rushes of gratitude arrived for both her and ginny as they took the six coats adn followed you up the stairs. they were great girlfriends.

"alright," you clapped your hands in the silence, your fingers slipping away from pansys. "three of you in that room," you pointed to the one closer to your room. "adn three of you in the other. there are already, like beds and such, i'm assuming. molly calls us down for each meal, and we have to be out of the dining room by nine each night, but we're allowed to do anything and go outside, as long as someone comes with us and we wears disguses. bathroom is down the hall across from freddie's room."

obideently, draco, mattheo and pansy lined up in the first room's doorframe, and enzo, theo, and blaise in the other.

"well go in!" you snapped when they just stood there, waiting for something. "are you waiting for the universe to take a shit on you?"

"do i have to share a room with them?" pansy rolled her eyes at draco and mattheo. "total pigs boys with a girl?" you were glad to see her personality returning, glad to see it hadn't been shackled down during her two months away.

"you can room with me," you laughed. "door to your right."

the boys left went into the room whispering to each other quietly, and hermione and ginny went in each room quickly, setting their coats down and rushing back out.

suddenly, it was just you and the girls in the hallway.

hermione handed pansy her coat and they smiled at each other.

"um," ginny squeaked, as if not sure she was allowed to talk in front of pansy. "um," her voice grew louder. "yn, i got that new, old album record. do you and pansy and hermione want to come listen? my room? i have snacks i snuck from our last trip," she grinned devilshly. "and the sour candies we can sneak into fred and george's snacks, remember those?"

"oh!" pansy spoke up suddenly, her eyes lighting up. "those ones that are green and dark blue? i crush them with a hammer and put those in draco's food so he throws at fit at the table."

"that's genius!" hermione's own face smiled. "oh, do we have enough to do harry adn ron's too?"

the four of you walked down the hall to ginny's room.

gifts from you, how ironic -g. abrams

you avoided mattheo like the plauge, distracting yourself with dates with the girls and sneaking sour poweder into food, and smacking blaise and the boys, guilt tripping them for leaving without saying goodbye to get what you wanted, a few bites of their dessert, the first shower, stuff like that.

the first time he caught you alone was in the early hours of the morning, earlier than tonks had waken you up four days ago, when you woke up suddenly and went downstairs for a glass of water.

at first you thought it was kreacher, standing on a chair to reach the cabinents, but then you turned the lights on, and it was mattheo, hand in the cabinent for a cup.

"oh," you looked down and tried to walk away. "sorry, i'll come back."

"no," his voice was rough. "stay. it's your house."

don't! don't stay! run away!

unsuprisingly, you didn't run away. you were never good at listening to yourself.

or listening, period.

"listen, yn," he looked nervous all of a sudden, and he threw his hand through his hair, combing it back just for it to fall back into the same place as before. "i, uhm, dumbledore asked me to- i only broke up with you because-" his words stumbled over each other, trying to find a place to start. "listen," his breath whooshed out and he suddenly looked tired and worn down, and you wanted to run to him and hug him and support him up. "listen, i was afraid that my father would hurt you if he found out i was a traitor. the risk was just... it was just too big, okay? and if you were hurt, i would die, i would just die inside, so i-i broke up without because i was scared, okay? i'm sorry. i thought of you every single night."

the silence that fell was so loud it hurt your ears.

what should you say? what did you want?

your heart hurt, it wanted to run over and kiss him like you had so many times before, but it also hurt from his words, what he had said two months ago, the tears you had shed for him.

your hand reached up to the thin chain necklace around your neck, twisted it around your fingers, something you did when you were nervous.

his eyes followed your fingers and a ghost of a smile flickered across his face.

"that's my necklace. you kept it?"

and then you remembered how you had gotten it, a year ago when he had sat you down by the fireplace in the slytherin common room and given you a necklace, the golden chains covering the single small emerald that glinted whenever in the sun. your fingers brushed over it now, and you felt the two letters mattheo had told you he had carved. M and (the first letter of your name)

he had given it to you and kissed you, and then not a few months later, he had broken your heart.

and then that's when you decided what you should say.

"fuck you."

"wha-"

"fuck you, mattheo riddle. you gave me a stupid necklace and took me on dates to the stupid three broomsticks, and then not a few fucking months later, you screamed at me in the school courtyard and broke my heart, and you ran off with your fucking villian of a father, and then you come back? what the fuck!"

"yn-"

"don't you dare, don't you fucking dare, mattheo riddle!" your hand traveled to the back of the necklace, when the chain was thinner, and you snapped it off, and threw it on the floor, a swift movement. the gold bounced off the overhead lights and blinded you from mattheo's hurt eyes.

"keep your fucking necklace."

then you marched upstairs, went to sleep, and cried

"the curse of a miracle, curse of an oracle, you're incomparable, fuck," -g. abrams

you were disturbed from your fifth chapter in the muggle book by a consistent wrapping on your door.

rolling your eyes, you walked over and opened it. pansy, hermione, and ginny were downstairs making dinner, and the boys were doing who knows what.

well, apparantly, they were at your door, with a sluggishly grinnign mattheo leading them.

"what-"

"yn," he mumbled, and he leaned in closer. so close you could smell his breath, with smelled hot and stinging, like-

"firewhiskey?" you demanded, glaring at the boys behind you. "you drank firewhiskey?"

"no," blaise lied. "yes. maybe."

"oh my fucking-"

"yn," mattheo slurred again, and his time, he held his fist out to her. "look. i fixed it last night, because i couldn't sleep. look," he opened his fist, and the emerald glinted amongst the gold.

you drew in a sharp breath.

"it's okay," you managed to say. "keep it."

"no," he said drunkenly. "have it. i want you to have it."

"i dont-"

footsteps got louder downstairs, and blaise looked panicked.

"yn, just take it! we need to get him inside before mr. lupin realises he look his firewhiskey!"

"you stole my dad's firewhiskey!"

"take it," mattheo repeated, and the footsteps got closer.

"yn!" blaise nagged.

"fucking hell!" your hand darted forward and snatched the necklace, it's chains cool and familiar in your hand. "now go!"

they scampered off to their rooms, draco dragging mattheo.

you knocked on the door lightly, necklace in your hand.

i'm just giving it back. he was drunk yesterday, so he probably just wants it back.

draco opened the door, eyebrows almost shooting to his bleached hair when he comprehended your face.

"is he..." you trailed off at mattheo stood up behind draco, his face lighting up.

he still looks at me like that. like i want to look at him.

"i um," draco's eyes flicked between you and mattheo like a ping-pong game. "i have to shit. i think. or something," mumbling other stupid excuses, he hurried out the door.

"here's your necklace back," you held out the necklace like he had held it out to you, as quick as you could so you could run back to your room as soon as possible.

"do you want it?"

say no. say no. say no.

"yes."

you looked in his eyes.

do you want me? you asked with your eyes.

"yes,' he said, because he could read your mind like nobody else.

and then he leaned forward and he kissed you.

and you kissed him back.

hard.

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omg why did that take a million hours HELLO

anyyyway im thinking of doing parts where it shows harry being a bitch abt yn and mattheo, and then maybe another part with a flashback to the fight where mattheo broke up with her two months ago? lmk if i should and if u wanna be tagged!

im working on cruel summer pt 2 but im lowkey uninspired, because HOW does a man make it up for CHEATING HELLO but im going to finish it SOON, promise

as always TYSM for the SUPPORT and feel free to ASK ME ANYTHING even if its weird!!! lmk abt the other parts and if i should tag you!! love you guys!!

[midnights-with-him]

endgame (m.riddle x reader)

song: endgame, t.s, reputation

(AHH I lovE THIS SONG)

summary: reputation proceeds you at hogwarts, so what will the infamous mattheo riddle do abt it?

warnings: none (but this is like not edited at all, i such at writing!!) cursing, tho, party adn drinking

a/n: hii! my first postt! not expecting to get many views or likes or whatever on this, just needed a space to put my thoughts!

reader is daughter of sirius black and remus lupin (this is fourth year) and hufflepuff (ps whats yr guyses fave house and why?)

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big reputation, big reputation, oooo, you and me we got a big reputation -t.s

the halls of hogwarts seemed to press into your skin, but you didn't mind the vast space of the great hall suffocating you. hogwarts was like an old friend, one you had dearly missed over the summer.

summer, stuck in 12 grimmaund palace with your father, daydreaming about what siruis black was doing.

siruis black. father. dad. what peculiar words to be together.

but, as last year had proved, he was your father, and you were a daughter of a mass murderer. or maybe not a murderer? it had been confusing, lots of shouting from your three friends, and your father, and your dreadful professor, and then from a rat which turned out to be a gnarly man?

the hour you had snatched with your father had writhed away as the raven-haired man had on the back of a hiffogriff, waving to you and promising to write. so far, he hadn't.

"y/n! over here!"

your best (house) friend, cedric diggory stood up on the benches of the hufflepuff table and waved both his hands vigourously. you grinned wickedly and sprinted over to him, finding you place right at the hufflepuff table where everyone there smiled at you.

most people were shocked beyond words when they heard the sorting hat's verdict for your house. daughter of the infamous murderer, sweet and kind and yellow? even sweet professor mcgonagall had been speechless, taking a moment to motion for the hufflepuffs to clap. most people had thought you to be in slytherin, or at least gryfinndor, which amounted to whispering, and what your friend cho called: "quite the reputation"

you stocked your plate high with food, laughing with your hufflepuff friends as cho snuck over from the ravenclaw table under the gaze of the professors. it was the first day back, so she was unlikely to get scolded, but you never knew with frightful snape.

just as cho arrived, squishing in between her boyfriend, cedric, and you, harry arrived too, red-faced and stumbling, which prompted hermione and ron, your favorite gryfinndors, to arrive too.

"s-so cho," harry stammered, looking at the chicken like it was the ravenclaw he was talking to. "h-how was your summer?" you sighed in second-hand embarrasment, already knowing harry's schoolboy crush on your friend. you hadn't had the heart to tell him on the train that she and cedric were dating.

cho uttered a quick "good," and then turned to you.

"guess whos looking fine this year," she giggled, and hermione laughed and leaned in while ron gagged in mock-vomiting (that, or he had shoved one too many pieces of chicken down his throat) cedric slapped cho playfully, and then she leaned in and smiled at him. turning back to you and mione, she said: "mattheo riddle," she said the words with crisp annociation, smiling and sneaking a glance at the boy in green.

"yes," you said flatly. "because i bet he got his look from his wonderful daddykins. that's where he got his dashing nose from too."

hermione errupted into giggles and cho turned red and desperatly tried to supress her laughter. ron, on the other had, made a choking sound, which might have been actually choking, or either laughing. harry was still staring at cho and cedric was rolling his eyes.

"no, actually," a rueful voice laced with amusement sounded from behind you, and all of you whirled around, turning red. blaise zambini was standing there, smirk on his face. "he his looks from his lovely mother. but i'll let him know the murderers daughter thinks hes handsome."

"wha-that is not!" you spluttered, turning a putrid shade of red. "i was making fun of him, for merlin's sake, not-i wasn't! help me!" you whirled to hermione, who helpfully added:

"she wasn't! and siruis black isn't a murderer!"

"yes, sure his isn't," this time, blaise's tone was armed with sarcasm, and he grinned devilishly at you.

"why are you here anyway!" you managed.

"well, your 'dashing' loverboy ate all our chicken soo..." ignoring the insults you were throwing at him, he gingerly plucked two pieces of chicken off ron's plate and grinned one more time before sauntering back to slytherin's table.

"that was NOT!" you fumed.

"uh ohh," cho squeaked, pointing at the slytherin table. you looked at the cluster of (admittedly) charming boys, blaise zambini intently spewing something out of his mouth while all the other boys listened, rapped. then they all hooted and slapped mattheo on the back. their eyes searched the hufflepuff table-for me, you thought, horrified-and their eyes landed on you, and their laughter grew louder until it was the only thing you could hear.

abruptly, you stood up, knocking over your own tower of food.

"i HATE you, zambini!" you growled loudly, causing some of the chattering to cease, but not enough for the professors to take notice, thankfully. "you fucking SHRINK!" it was the best insult you could come up with, as you had hurled at the other ones at blaise while he was taking ron's chicken.

blaise gave you a lazy grin.

"ooh, mattheo, mate, your girlfriend's a bit of a pycho, like her murderous father!" draco piped up gleefully.

"you want to see murder, malfoy?" you shrieked, (at bit pychotically, honestly) "i will KILL YOU in your SLEEP tonight with a BUTTER KNIFE," your tone grew louder with every word. draco snorted, and for good measure, you added: "fuck you and your hair bleach," for the last word. you sat down before he could have the last-last word.

you and me, we'd be a big conversation -t.s

you didn't know what to make of professor snape anymore, after the encouter with him and siruis at the shrieking shack, but he seemed to have decided over the summer that he would pretend things were normal, in other words, hating you, since he insisted putting you next to mattheo riddle.

you tried to un-flush your cheeks as the class roared with laughter, giving you cover to say: "fuck you, zambini," as you passed blaise, just loud enough for him to hear.

you sat down gingerly next to mattheo avoiding his gaze. honestly, you were just praying he said something stupid, just to break the tension as the laughter in the class died down under snape's sharp words, so you could insult him on the stupid thing you said.

"so," he murmered as snape started his abominable lesson. "is it true you like me?"

WELL. the STUPIDEST thing he could have said was OUT THERE NOW.

"no," you said snippily. "i was making fun of you and stupid zambini twisted my stupid words, and you can shove it up your stupid fucking ass, riddle." you were quite pleased with yourself, and pasted on a smile for anyone who might have been watching.

"stick up your ass?" mattheo said in mock sympathy. "i'd be happy to fish it out for you"

"ha! i'll tell you what you can do riddle, you can take your fucking dirty hands and shove them in snape's moldy couldron, because no chance i would ever-"

"lover's quarrel?" blaise smiled charmingly from across the room, his words floating over.

"you little-"

"yes blaise," mattheo sighed dramatically. "shes being so unreasonable, but i supposed all beauties are."

did he just-called me a- did he-am i- beauty-what?

the words in your head collided and left no space to think of backhanded remarks, so both boys stared at you for a few moments until you said slowly:

"wh-i-don't-wha-oh, fuck you both!" which was reasonable, considering your state of mind.

both boys were quiet for a while, until a piece of parchment made it's way under your notebook by nimble fingers. you glared at mattheo and snatched the parchment up, reading it's contents.

party at the slytherin common room. wear green or black. password is malignent. two hours after dinner

you glowered and lowered your own quill to the pen, and then pushed the paper back to him

oh fuck you, riddle

wait till the party, darling, wait till the party

this little-

you know what they all sayyy, but i aint tryna playyy -t.s

your mind blasted off into a million excuses when blaise asked you why you took so long to get here

"i-uhm-i-"

"is it because you wanted to look nice for mattheo?" blaise smirked and motions to the mini skirt you were wearing, dark green with your black halter top, and green jewels glinting across your collarbones. your dark green converse made you a few inches taller, but you had choosen them for the black doodles you had inked on them a few months ago in a boring DADA class.

"no!" you snapped, pushing past him. "I was just... late from dinner."

"sure," blaise gave another lazy grin. you pushed past him, and green lights blared across the common room, pulsing in beat with the pop songs blasting across the room. almost everyone in the party was slytherin, but there were a few hufflepuffs, ravenclaws, and even a small handful of gryfinndors.

you finally found a familiar face when you saw cedric by the drinks, smiling like he was drunk.

"are you wasted already?" you laughed. you leant in to smell his breath, but it was just minty.

"no," he kept on smiling like that, though, unitl you snapped your fingers.

"oh! was it cho?" the smile that once again bloomed on his face assured you it was. "that's so sweeettt," you grinned, singing playfully. cedric laughed and tusseled your hair, and then swatting your arm as you dragged out the t. you both errupted in laughter when your voice cracked.

you leaned against him, this best friend you had found during all the rumors flying in first year.

suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you away. you whirled around, reading to kick someone in the balls, horror stories frm all the older girls flashing in your memories, but it was just mattheo, and you were suprised to see how comforting it was to see him.

"what the fuck?" you remembered you disliked him at the last minute and rolled your eyes. "i was just talking with cedric-"

"back off," he spoke to cedric and not you, and his eyes were narrowed. you looked at him adn them cedric, who had a comically alarmed look on his face. "she's, shes-" he broke himself off.

"what the fuck!" you said again. "he's not-"

"i'm not-" cedric agreed and then looked at you and mattheo. "Oooh. OOOOHHH." you weren't sure what he was oooh-ing about, but a small grin flitted across his face, adn he darted away with a "i'm gonna find cho!"

"what the fuck!" you said for the third time, facing him. mattheo's angry look had gone away. "we were'nt flirting, he has a fucking girlfriend!"

"no girl could compare to you."

this time, you managed to ignore the compliement (weird belly flops and lightheadedness don't count, right?) and you scowled at him.

"cho is my best friend. and why do you care."

"take a guess darling. what blaise said yesterday, only..." he drawled, staring deep into your eyes. "reversed."

you gulped, and hope your bobbling eve's apple didn't look like a goggling eyeball.

"yeah right," you rolled your eyes and whirled around, walking away. "you think i'd fall for that?"

you hadn't taken two steps when his iron grip found your forearm again, adn he forced you to turn back around, and you saw hurt flit across his face before it turned into charming steel again.

"what's that supposed to mean?" the hurt had moved to his voice, and you felt an suprising insint to hug him and say sorry.

"oh please, you have quite the reputation with girls, mattheo riddle," you scoffed. "did zambini pay you to flirt with me or something?"

"darling," he smiled. "i would flirt with you even if it took away from my money."

this is officially flirting then! a cho-sounding voice delcared in your head histerycally. he's proclaimed to be flirting with you, oh my fucking LORD

"yeah right," you pasted on an decidedly phony smile and tried to walk away, but he still had a grip on your arm.

"i mean it, yn," he said with such force, you looked back and search his eyes and he stared into yours. "i would do... anything for you."

this time, it was impossible to ignore the tsunami in your schomache, and your head felt like it was going to explode. you couldn't form words just yet, so you mumbled something that sounded too much like: "uhhmmmmm," and then mattheo leaned in.

is he gonna kill you? WHAT cho's voice morphed into yours, until it was just your own voice blaring in your head like sirens screamign OH MY FUCKING GOD HES GETTING CLOSER, DON'T MOVE HES GO-

his lips were soft, and the kiss was light, and he smelled like expensive colonge, the kind that smelt like ocean breeze and sweet summer days.

you looked in his eyes as he pulled back, and once again he locked eyes with yours.

"i'm not playing, yn," he said softly, and you felt yourself melt into his arms as he leaned in again

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an: AHH my first story

its kinda shit but okay???

[happilykrispypirate]

Could you possibly do something with a gn hufflepuff reader and Mattheo where he can't find the reader and ends up finding them in the kitchen baking a whole bunch of cookies to just give out to people?

Adorable

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and my shitty writing.

A/n: this took way too long, I'm so sorry

-

"Oh for fucksakes, where is it?" Mattheo rummaged through his bag trying to find one of his books.

"Here you go," Y/n (love of his life but he won't admit that to anyone but them) said giving him the book.

"Where did you find it?" He asked as he took the book from their hands.

"You left it on the desk last night," They said smiling at him.

He returned the smile and gave them a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks cutie," He said making them blush.

"Stop, get to class. You're going to be late," They said pushing him off of them.

"One more," Mattheo said leaning in and kissing them again.

"Go!" They said giggling.

"I'm going, I'm going. I'll meet you after class. I love you," Matteo smiled as he stood up.

"Love u too," They smiled after him.

-

Mattheo sighed when he exited the classroom. He couldn't wait to cuddle up with them and just fall asleep.

He headed to the Great Hall but frowned when he didn't see them. They're usually there.

"Luna, have you seen Y/n?" He asked.

"No, sorry. They disappeared a while ago," She said.

Mattheo then headed to the library and didn't see them.

Mattheo then headed to their dorm. The rest of the Hufflepuffs have gotten used to Mattheo being their, they don't question when he walks towards the dorms.

When he opened the dorm, they weren't there. He saw their books, robes and everything there, but not them. He looked around trying to find something that might help him find them. He then saw the book that was wide open on their bed.

It was a recipe for cookies. Mattheo sighed, they must be in the kitchen.

He made his way to the kitchen and there they were, covered in flower, there stood the love of his life, baking cookies.

"Hi honey," They smiled brightly when they saw him.

"You had me worried," He said when he approached them, wrapping his arms around them.

"Why?" They asked.

"I didn't kno where you were. Why are you baking cookies?" He asked.

"I just wanted to give something to everyone, they've all been working hard with the exams. They've also been so nice! I like to think it's because I'm nice, not because you threaten them to be nice," They said.

"I think it's because you're nice," Matteo said kissing them on the cheek.

"Okay let's get these babies in the oven, and then we can hand them out," They said excitedly.

"You're adorable," Mattheo smiled as he pulled them in for a kiss.

[happilykrispypirate]

Moments

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing and my shitty writing.

Sweet moments with Mattheo...

-

You and Mattheo met when he first transferred to Hogwarts in his 5th year. You were rushing to your next class when you smacked right into him sending you flying to the ground but Mattheo caught you before you could even touch the ground.

"Better watch where you're going," He said to you as he pulled you up, "Don't want that pretty face of yours to be ruined, now don't we?"

You were quick to compose yourself after that embarrassing first impression, "I could say the same to you."

"What? That I should watch where I'm going or that I have a pretty face?" He smirked which caused you to roll your eyes.

"You're new here right?" You asked and he nodded.

You started walking away again, this time you weren't going to class. You had missed most of the period anyway.

"Where are you going?" He called out after me.

"Showing you around."

-

A few months later of getting to know each other. Mattheo asked you out. He took you on the best date you've ever been on and then asked you to be his girlfriend after he kissed you because he couldn't help himself.

A year later, somewhere middle 6th year, you were with Pansy at your locker ( there are lockers in Hogwarts for this fic only).

"And I was just sitting there listening to her and I thought to myself, what the fuck? How could she-" A pair of arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you tight.

"Are you complaining about Professor Kimble again?" Mattheo asked. You melted into his touch as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Yes! She was digging through Rhea's gift from Philip! Rhea wanted to open it alone, instead she had to watch as her fucking English teacher opened it. It fucking bugs me, she has no clue what privacy or boundaries is," You said in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Calm down, love. Just as long as you don't take any gifts I get you to that class, you don't need to worry," Mattheo said as he left soft kisses along your neck.

"Maybe she should," Pansy said, "Maybe if she pulls out that black lace lingerie set you got her last week that she'll stop snooping through other people's things."

"Yeah no."

-

Mattheo often slept over in your dorm. Pansy wasn’t there because she’d be with Blaise and Mattheo and Blaise shared a room, so it worked perfectly. 

Anyhow like most nights you would be reading and he would be laying on your stomach half asleep.

“Ah what the fuck?” You cursed as you read the lines in the book. Obviously something tragic just happened and it cause Mattheo to wake up. 

“As much as I love you, I want to kill you right now,” He mumbled against your skin causing butterflies in your stomach. Your hand went to his hair and you started stroking it softly.

“Sorry, my favourite character just died,” You said pouting. 

Mattheo’s head shot up, “Aw dude, spoiler!” He whined, “I’m still a few chapters behind.”

You giggled as you looked down at him. He looked half asleep and his hair was messed up. You leaned down and kissed him softly, “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

“More kisses?” He said, pouting like a baby. You kissed him a few more times before he then laid his head back down on your stomach and fell asleep.

[happilykrispypirate]

Impossible (Ch. 5)

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Soulmate!Potter!reader.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mention of death and my shitty writing.

Summary: Mattheo and the reader are made for each other, literally. In a world where soulmates are connected through physical and emotional pain and a tattoo on the back of their left wrist, Mattheo and the reader must struggle to find a way to cope with the fact that their soulmate is on the opposing team.

Taglist:

@abaker74 @evycloudberry

-

"I can't believe now we have to sit around and just wait for Harry and Dumbledore to get back," Ron complains and throws his head back.

"We're keeping watch, Ronald," I said rolling my eyes.

We were all stuck in Dumbledore's office, waiting for Harry and Dumbledore to come back from fetching one of the Horcruxes.

"You guys can always walk around?" Mattheo said, "Y/n and I will stay up here."

Ron and Hermione left, leaving me and Mattheo alone. I know he wanted to ask about the Prophecy. Dumbledore mentioned it briefly when he went over the plan earlier.

"I know you want to ask me," I spoke up and turned to him.

"What is the Prophecy?" He asked.

"And either must die at the other, for neither can live while the other survives," I sighed.

I thought that he of all people would know it by now. That maybe his father formed a plan or something.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"One of us, has to die. So either my brother and I have to die or he has to die. Atleast that's what I think," I said, I turned to him and saw that he had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh love," I said making my way over to him and wrapping my arms around him. His arms wrapped around me, afraid to let me go.

"My father is a powerful man, what if he succeeds? You'll be dead, we won't even have gotten married yet or had kids. We won't be able to grow old together like we wanted," He said his voice cracking.

"I cannot promise you anything, but I can promise you that I'll try my hardest to succeed," I said looking up at him and wiping his tears away.

The next few moments happened all too fast. One moment I was still in Mattheo's arms and the next I was standing behind him with Voldemort in front of us.

"What are you doing here? If Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore's dead," My heart dropped when he said that, "Come now, Mattheo, leave her. She's nothing but a distraction and she will stop you from achieving our goal."

"No, I am not leaving her," Mattheo said.

I expected Voldemort to lash out and be furious, but he was calm, that scared me a lot more, "You will regret this, Mattheo," He said before he aparated away.

Mattheo and I rushed to the courtyard and saw all the student there, standing around Dumbledore's body. Their wands were raised into the air. Mattheo took my hand and together we raised our wands.

-

"Mattheo, have you decided where you're staying yet?" Theo asked as we all sat in the common room a few days after Dumbledore's death.

We were all still pretty shaken up. After Dumbledore's death, everyone in our friend group got a letter telling them that it was better if they just stayed with other relatives during the summer.

They were all supposed to get their marks during the summer but after their parents found out who they had been hanging out with, they decided that it was best that they stay away, they were worried for their children's lives.

"No, you?" Mattheo asked.

"Nope, I was planning on going to my family in Italy, but they don't want me there," He said.

"Why don't you guys come and stay with me?" I said and they all looked at me like I was crazy.

"Uh love," Mattheo said and I looked at him, "Are you mad? They won't allow us to be there."

"My brother won't, everyone else will. They already know about me and Mattheo, Sirius is super keen to meet him, remember he's my godfather and he is super over protective. I'm not even gonna start on the twins and the rest of Weasleys. Also I have pictures of me and all of you on my wall all the from year 1, so they already know. The only person who didn't know is Hatry because he refused to go into my room," I said and they all looked at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

"I'll come," Mattheo said, "I just don't know how I'm going to keep myself together when I see your brother. I might finish the job that my father couldn't."

"I'll join you, he'll be dead before he walks off the train," Pansy said and I chuckled.

"I'll come aswell," Theo said.

"Me too," Enzo said.

"We can't," Draco said referring to him and Blaise.

"Right, I forgot you two already got your marks," I said, how could I forget? " Well if things get to much, you two can always come, you're welcome anytime."

-

During the train ride, I could tell that everyone was nervous. Mattheo was especially nervous, he was going to meet my godfathers, the people who basically raised me.

When the train stopped and we got off, Mattheo grabbed my hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze before we all started walking to where Sirius and Remus were waiting.

"Sirius," I smiled as I let go of Mattheo's hand and hugged him. I hugged Remus as well before I turned to Mattheo and the rest.

"These are my friends," I said gesturing to Pansy, Enzo and Theo and then I intertwined my fingers with Mattheo's, "This is Mattheo."

Sirius walked over to Mattheo and tried to look intimidating, but Mattheo was taller thsn him.

"Sirius, you're not at all intimidating," Remus said.

"You always have to ruin everything, don't you Remus?" Sirius said rolling his eyes before look at Mattheo holding his hand out, "Pleasure to meet you, Mattheo. I'm Sirius Black, no need for sir or Mr Black. Just Sirius."

"Pleasure to meet you too, Sirius," Mattheo said shaking his hand.

-

I'm guessing that Dumbledore told Sirius about the Harry incident because when we got home Sirius took Harry into his office and you could hear Sirius yelling at Harry all the way from the other side of the house.

Mattheo was allowed to sleep in my room, Pansy and others all got their own rooms. The place was big so it could happen.

That night Mattheo held me while stroking my hair softly, "I can get used to this," He said causing me to smile.

"Me too," I said, "Just think in a few years we'll be in our own house all alone."

"You're belly is going to be swollen big by then," He said and I chuckled.

"Slow down, we have to get married before that happens," I said.

Mattheo was silent for a few moments before he spoke up again, "Let's get married then," He said and I laughed.

"Matt, I'm only 16, I'm not getting pregnant now," I said still laughing.

"Of course not, but I'm serious," He said and I stopped laughing, "Let's get married."

I sat up looking at him, "You're serious?"

"Love, we don't know what's going to happen," He said, "What if you die? Or me? What if I die?"

"Don't talk like that," I said and he now sat up taking my hands in his.

"I'm serious," Mattheo said, "Let's get married. Do one crazy and reckless thing before something happens and then we'll never get the chance."

I sighed as I looked into his eyes. I can't believe him. Fucking idiot.

"You fucking idiot, what the hell?" I groaned and laid back on the bed, his eyes widened at my words, "Twisting my fucking arm, now I have to get a new dress."

Mattheo sighed in relief before he leaned down and kissed me, "I love you," He said.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot."

[emotionallyattachedteen]

This is so cute

Could you possibly do something with a gn hufflepuff reader and Mattheo where he can't find the reader and ends up finding them in the kitchen baking a whole bunch of cookies to just give out to people?

Adorable

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and my shitty writing.

A/n: this took way too long, I'm so sorry

-

"Oh for fucksakes, where is it?" Mattheo rummaged through his bag trying to find one of his books.

"Here you go," Y/n (love of his life but he won't admit that to anyone but them) said giving him the book.

"Where did you find it?" He asked as he took the book from their hands.

"You left it on the desk last night," They said smiling at him.

He returned the smile and gave them a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks cutie," He said making them blush.

"Stop, get to class. You're going to be late," They said pushing him off of them.

"One more," Mattheo said leaning in and kissing them again.

"Go!" They said giggling.

"I'm going, I'm going. I'll meet you after class. I love you," Matteo smiled as he stood up.

"Love u too," They smiled after him.

-

Mattheo sighed when he exited the classroom. He couldn't wait to cuddle up with them and just fall asleep.

He headed to the Great Hall but frowned when he didn't see them. They're usually there.

"Luna, have you seen Y/n?" He asked.

"No, sorry. They disappeared a while ago," She said.

Mattheo then headed to the library and didn't see them.

Mattheo then headed to their dorm. The rest of the Hufflepuffs have gotten used to Mattheo being their, they don't question when he walks towards the dorms.

When he opened the dorm, they weren't there. He saw their books, robes and everything there, but not them. He looked around trying to find something that might help him find them. He then saw the book that was wide open on their bed.

It was a recipe for cookies. Mattheo sighed, they must be in the kitchen.

He made his way to the kitchen and there they were, covered in flower, there stood the love of his life, baking cookies.

"Hi honey," They smiled brightly when they saw him.

"You had me worried," He said when he approached them, wrapping his arms around them.

"Why?" They asked.

"I didn't kno where you were. Why are you baking cookies?" He asked.

"I just wanted to give something to everyone, they've all been working hard with the exams. They've also been so nice! I like to think it's because I'm nice, not because you threaten them to be nice," They said.

"I think it's because you're nice," Matteo said kissing them on the cheek.

"Okay let's get these babies in the oven, and then we can hand them out," They said excitedly.

"You're adorable," Mattheo smiled as he pulled them in for a kiss.