#matty riddle

[riddlesbunny]

drunk on jealousy

summary: Trying to get back at Matty for making you jealous, you end up in a predicament none of you saw coming.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle & Theo Nott x Reader

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: Explicit smut, jealousy, alcohol consumption, grinding in public, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cuck mattheo if you squint, creampie, 18+ MDNI

note: send me Matty requests!!

The common room is buzzing as it usually does after the boys win against Gryffindor. Excitement lingers in the air, along with the scent of something stronger, that you can only assume was snuggled in by a group of rowdy seventh years. 

Laughter and cheers echo through the room, drowning out the crackling fireplace, where a few players lounge.  But none of that matters because all you can focus on is Mattheo’s hand on another girl’s waist, lips brushing against her ear as she giggles. Fucking bastard. 

Your rage and jealousy have to marching over towards Mattheo, but suddenly your path is blocked.

“He’s not worth the trouble, bella.” 

“Get outta my way, Theo!” you snarl, trying to shove past him but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pulls you closer into him, “Why don’t you give me your attention tonight instead, mi amor?” 

Your eyes narrow, searching his emerald irises for any hint of insincerity. 

“What do you mean?” 

He hands you a glass of firewhisky and pulls you towards one of the couches. He pats his thighs as he sits, motioning for you to sit on his lap. 

“Really?” 

“Do you want to make him jealous or not?” 

It doesn’t take long for the firewhisky to hit and after a few minutes, you find yourself basically grinding on Theo. 

His hands grasp your hips possessively, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he steers you in slow, tortuous circles on his lap. 

As you make eye contact with Matty from across the room you can instantly tell he’s jealous. 

The way his fingers tighten around his glass. The sharp flicker of his gaze as it snaps to you, burning, jaw clenching. 

“Anddd he’s still looking,” Theo muses, voice low, lips barely ghosting your skin. 

You press down harder on his lap, your pussy involuntarily getting wetter at the contact, and a moan escapes your lips. 

Matty moves— and in an instant, he’s towering over you and Theo, looking murderous. Before you can even smirk in satisfaction, his hand is gripping your wrist, tugging you off of Theo’s lap with little effort. 

“I think that’s enough,” Matty growls, his voice laced with something dark. His grip tightens, not exactly painful, but firm, leaving no room for you to argue. 

“Didn’t take you to be the jealous type,” Theo says casually. 

Mattheo doesn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, he drags you though the sea of students, out of the common room and straight to his dorm. 

The door slams behind you and Mattheo’s hands are all over you. 

“What the hell was that, huh?” He asks, pulling your shirt down over your bra before his hands grip your ass harshly. But before you can say anything, there is a knock at the door followed by Theo’s voice, smug as ever. 

“Hai lasciato cadere questo, principessa.” 

 You forgot this, Princess.

When Mattheo opens the door, Theo is dangling your silver bracelet in the air.  It must have slid off your wrist while you were dancing on him. 

“Thank you,” you say as your grab the jewelry from him. Mattheo stands impatiently, waiting for him to leave. But instead, Theo enters the room. 

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt, do continue whatever it was you were planning to do to her.” 

It is now extremely clear to you that Theo still has a raging hard-on from when you were dancing on him.

“Not with you in here… out!” Mattheo all but shouts at Theo. 

Theo’s eyes darken, “we’ve done it before.”

At this, you give Mattheo a look of bewilderment.

“Not with her.”

You swallow hard, gripping the bracelet in your palm. "What does he mean, ‘done it before'?"

Mattheo hesitates and you feel your pulse quicken. 

 "Mattheo."

His gaze meets yours.

 "It's complicated,” he says and you take a step back. 

"That's not an answer."

A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“He likes to get under my skin, baby. That's all it is."

You shake your head, "I don't believe you."

Mattheo steps forward, reaching for you, but you pull away and his eyes darken. 

"Don't let him mess with your head, baby. He's playing a game."

You bite your lip, watching him closely. 

“And what if I want to play?”

Mattheo’s gaze sharpens, his frustration morphing into something else—something dangerous.

“You don’t,” he says, voice low, possessive, but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

Theo grins widely now, taking another step towards you. 

"It seems your boy doesn’t want to share you,” he states as you glance at Mattheo, “but you have the power here, bella.”

“Oh, this is bullshit!” Mattheo groans. 

“I think you want to,” Theo muses, motioning to the wet patch you left on his pants earlier, causing you to blush. You’re afraid to even look at Mattheo now.

Theo reaches out to cup your chin, tilting your head back so you look up at him. "If you asked him right now to watch while I fuck you senseless, I bet he'd do it."

Your heart hammers in your chest, but now you’re horny, and your decide to take a risk. 

"Would you, Matty?" you ask, turning your head slightly to break Theo's hold. Your heart races as you meet Mattheo's eyes again, searching for any sign that this might not end in disaster.

All of you know that Mattheo could never deny you anything. 

Mattheo's eyes flicker from Theo to you, then back again. His jaw clenches and unclenches, a muscle twitching there. 

"Yes," he finally growls and your pussy pulses in response, wetness soaking through your panties.

With a smug smile, Theo leans down to press his lips against yours. Before you can deepen the kiss, Mattheo's hands are on your waist, pulling you away, “not yet," he commands. Theo smirks, backing off for now.

Mattheo leads you over to his bed, pushing you gently onto your back.His eyes never leave yours as he joins you on the mattress, lying beside you.

"Lift your hips, darling," Mattheo orders, sliding his hands under the hem of your skirt. You comply, lifting your ass so he can slide your drenched panties down your legs and toss them aside.

Theo watches, licking his lips as Mattheo parts your thighs and lowers his head between them. His tongue delves into your slick folds, stroking through your slick heat before circling around your swollen clit.

Your breath catches as Mattheo sucks your clit into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Theo watches greedily, one hand stroking himself through his pants.

Mattheo's fingers slide inside you, curling upwards as they press against that spot only he knows how to find.

Your moans fill the room as Mattheo devours you, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, driving you closer to climax. Theo yanks his pants and boxers down so his cock springs free.

Theo fists his shaft, working it furiously as he watches Mattheo feast on you. His other hand grips your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading you through your shirt.

As you writhe beneath him, you feel yourself begin to peak, Mattheo stops suddenly, raising his head to look at you. Your core aches, yearning for release. "What….. why did you stop?"

"Because, baby," Mattheo breathes, a cruel twist to his lips. "I thought you wanted me to watch him fuck you senseless?” 

You whimper in protest as your cheeks burn, your pussy pulsing with unsatisfied need. But before you can utter a word, Theo is there, positioning himself between your spread legs.

Theo's rough hands grip your ass, tilting your hips as he rubs his cock along your slit. Every inch of your skin tingles as he drags his length through your wetness, not entering you, teasing you further.

"You're torturing me," you moan, hips bucking in a pathetic attempt to impale yourself on Theo's cock. He smirks, enjoying this game too much.

Theo's hips flex, pressing just an inch of his thick cock into you. "Ohhh fuck”, you moan, feeling the tight fit as you stretch to accommodate him. He pushes a little deeper, making you gasp.

Your nails dig into the sheets as Theo slides in further, a delicious ache spreading through your core. Mattheo leans down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

Theo pumps into you, his hips meeting yours with forceful thrusts.

Your lips still tangled with Mattheo's, moaning into his mouth, your fingernails now dig into his chest. 

Breaking the kiss, Mattheo trails his mouth down your neck, nipping and sucking as he moves lower. Theo slams into you harder, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust.

"Let me taste you now, baby," you say to Mattheo.

 "Yeah?" He asks, eyes darting wildly between yours.

“Mhm," you all but moan as you bite down on your lip so hard you swear you could draw blood.

Within seconds Mattheo's pants are down and his erect cock is level with your face.

Taking Mattheo's thick cock in your hands, you guide it to your eager mouth, wrapping your lips around its tip. Your tongue swirls around the head, tasting precum and saltiness, encouraging more.

Moaning around Mattheo's cock, you take more of him into your mouth as Theo increases his pace, hammering into your wet cunt as Mattheo pushes deeper into your throat.

Your jaw aches with the effort to accommodate Mattheo's girth, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth as you take him deep. 

Theo slams into you harder, driven wild by the sight of you sucking Mattheo's cock. Sweat beads on his brow as he pounds you relentlessly, adding the occasional twist of his hips to grind against your clit.

"Such a dirty little slut you are for us, bella" Theo notes, causing your pussy to flutter

Your walls clutch tightly around Theo's cock, your orgasm building with each thrust. 

"That's it, baby," Mattheo groans, his fingers tangling in your hair as he face-fucks you, “take every inch of that big cock."

"Mmm," you babble around Mattheo's cock, suction increasing as Theo's strokes become more aggressive. Your body tightens like a bowstring ready to snap, pleasure coiling in your belly.

You raise your eyes to Mattheo's, pleading silently. Theo slaps your ass, punctuating each of his words with a forceful thrust. "Cum. for. us., Bella," he demands.

You’re over the edge as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. 

Your climax triggers Theo's, his cock throbbing as he erupts deep inside you. The sound of Mattheo's ragged breaths fill the air as he grips your hair tighter. "Fuck yeah, baby. Cum all over his cock. That's it, that's a good girl," he praises before erupting down your throat in hot spurts.

As Theo pulls out, ropes of cum spill from your spasming hole, coating the sensitive folds of your pussy. Mattheo drags you upright, locking his mouth onto yours.

Mattheo kisses you ferociously, the salty tang of his cum still on your tongue mingling with Theo's musk lingering on your lips.

“I guess we’ll have to win all of our matches from now on, if it’ll lead to this,” Theo smirks.

“Okay, you’ve overstayed your welcome! Get out!” Mattheo yells as the three of you erupt into a fit of laughter. 

[wordsarelife]

—the archer

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: when you state starts worsening, you hope to pull away from everything without someone noticing. but mattheo notices the signs, and he won't let someone he lo— he won't let you slip away...

warnings: mentions of depression, of harming behavior and worsening condition of someones mental health, angst with a happy ending, cursing, like a lot of it

note: this just came out of me. originally i hadn't intented for it to be so depressing, but here we are lol. the ending is happy i promise and there might be a love confession

there was a party today. you had heard about it when two slytherins you didn't know the names of, had discussed their outfits for the night.

you couldn't remember when you had last been to a party.

you couldn't even remember when someone had last invited you to one. you had stopped showing up at things a long time ago. and some time after that, people had stopped wondering where you were— and you were relieved.

it was easier to spiral when no one noticed.

when there wasn't someone you had to constantly find excuses for. why you didn't leave the bed. why you didn't eat for two days before you had a real meal on the third. why you weren't you anymore.

it was easier when you didn't have to explain. it was easier, because you didn't know how to explain.

it felt like any room you entered these days was filled with people who could see through you, knowing you weren't who you pretended to be. that you weren't worth their time. it was easier to realize that than to continue pretending.

you avoided mirrors when you walked through the halls of the castle. you didn't raise your hands in your classes, if you even went to them in the first place, and you stopped caring about what others thought of you.

all of it had been going great, until the last person you had expected, showed up at your door.

mattheo riddle and you had been friends since your first year in hogwarts. you had naturally floated toward his group, being born as a pureblood in one of the richest families in the wizarding world.

if money would've been able to fix whatever the hell was wrong with you, you were sure you would’ve never had any problems in the first place.

mattheo and you had known each other much longer, even before hogwarts, but you wouldn't have considered each others friends, so you never really counted that.

mattheo’s group had once felt like home— not because of how much they liked you, but because they never asked why you were quiet some days and reckless the next. they had grown up around chaos too. they understood the unspoken rule: you don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.

at some point, they had stopped being your friends and started being people you avoided in the hallways. you’d cut them off so gently they hadn’t even noticed at first— a missed class here, a forgotten lunch there. and then, eventually, nothing at all. you thought that was the cleanest way to disappear.

but mattheo had noticed. evidently.

"what are you doing here?" you asked as you opened the door. your roomate had been gone for a few hours, probably at that party you had heard about earlier, so you were alone in the room, leaning against the door and staring mattheo down like he had greatly offended you by showing up.

"oh look, she can actually talk" he noted sarcastically, stepping around you without an invitation and sitting down on your bed, facing you.

you sighed, before you closed the door. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

mattheo wasn't the one to talk about things gently. "well, exactly what it sounds like" he shrugged "i thought there had to be something wrong with your voice, because you haven't opened your fucking mouth in weeks"

"you're so dramatic"

"am i?" mattheo asked with furrowed brows. "because i sure as all aren't the one shutting themselves off in their little rapunzel tower. wanting to be left alone so badly they forgot all basic manners when they enter a room. here's a tip: people appreciate hearing the word 'hello' from time to time."

you shook your head, rolling your eyes at his attitude. "maybe you shouldn't knock on doors when you weren't invited."

"maybe you should stop moping around like someone stole your favorite hair-tie"

"oh fuck off, mattheo" you crossed your arms. "you have no idea what's going on."

"no?" he repeated, trying his best to provoke you. "then enlighten me. what's been going on with you? and it better be good, because i didn't come all this way to hear some stupid excuse of you feeling tired." he leaned back, waiting for you to talk.

"but i do feel tired" you said, your tone totally different than before, "i feel so tired, mattheo"

mattheo looked you up and down. he noticed the bags under your eyes, how you had basically shrunken under his gaze and the way you coudln't even look him in the eyes while you talked.

"tired of what?"

"i don't know, of everything" you threw your hands around, pointing around you. "of my life"

"and you think disappearing from everything is gonna solve that?" mattheo asked. "because if you don't live your life you suddenly stop hating it?"

you said nothing, biting down on your lip while simply staring at him.

"this is not how it works, okay?" he stood up, crossing the room and taking your shoulders into his hands, as if to shake sense into your body. "and you think this is fun to watch? think we don't care? that we've simply forgotten you, because you tried to make us?"

"you should've"

"fuck that" mattheo shook his head, exasperation flowing his features. "enzo and theo ask about you daily, pansy tries to take notes in class to save them for you, draco sits at the library every thursday waiting for you to show up, even though he knows you won't. and blaise still brings up that stupid inside joke the two of you had every time someone orders peppermint tea. we didn't stop caring just because you wanted us to"

you pulled your shoulders back, frustration bubbling over. “you don’t get it, mattheo. you can’t just care your way through this. It’s not that simple.”

he tightened his grip on your shoulders, eyes fierce. “try me.”

you pushed his hands away, running your owns through your hair as you turned away from him. "i don't need whatever you're trying to do, okay?" your voice grew louder. "i don't need someone to tell me there's something fucking wrong with me, because i already know it"

“i’m not here to tell you anything,” he repeated, his voice low but steady, following a step behind as you turned away. “i’m here because i’ve been there.”

you paused, shoulders stiffening at the weight in his tone— not angry, not sarcastic, just… raw.

“don’t lie to me, mattheo,” you muttered. “you don’t know what it’s like.”

"oh, i know what it's like, okay?" he breathed, waiting a few seconds, before he finally continued "to look in every mirror and hate what you see, to not want to get out of bed because you feel like whatever you do, you have no fucking control over what will happen, to stop enjoying things you once loved and to stop wanting to be around people who you once loved."

"mattheo—"

"i'm not trying to tell you what the fuck is wrong with you" mattheo interrupted. "i'm trying to tell you that there might be a way out of it. but staying here and shutting everyone out won't make it better. because after a while, people start accepting that you don't want to see them, parties get thrown without anyone even thinking about inviting you and some day you really won't have anyone who cares and then you're genuinely at the worst fucking point. a point with no return."

"we're already way past that point" you shrugged. "so, what does it matter?"

"we're not, okay?" mattheo replied angrily. "because that's not something you just decide like that. you still have us, even if you don't want us to care. and you're fucking stupid if you really think i will continue watching this until you reach a point of no return."

"then stop watching!" you snapped, spinning back toward him. "if it's so hard for you, mattheo, then leave! stop showing up at my door, stop dragging me out of my own head just to yell at me for being different than you want me to be! i didn't ask for this—"

"you didn't have to!" he interrupted, stepping closer, eyes burning with something wild and sharp. "because it's not something you ask for. if people care about you, they're going to show up, whether you want them to or not."

tears welled up in your eyes, as you stared back at him.

"you think this care?" you asked in disbelief, trying to swallow the tears as you screamed. "barging into people’s lives when they’ve made it very clear they don’t want you there? yelling at them for not being who they used to be? you think that makes it better?”

“i think someone has to care enough to try,” mattheo shot back, brows furrowed. “and clearly, no one else is knocking down your door!”

“because i don’t want them to!” you shouted. “i didn’t ask for anyone to play hero or to fix me or care! i don’t need pity, mattheo!”

he stepped forward, jaw clenched. “this isn’t pity—”

"then what the fuck is it?" you snapped, the tears now flowing freely. "because this does look scarily close to it. what do you want from me?"

"i want you to stop acting like you’re the only one who's ever gone through hell!” he shouted, his voice rising again. “you think you’ve cornered the market on pain? on loneliness? on pushing everyone away because it’s easier to fall alone than drag people down with you? congratu-fucking-lations if you really think that's an achievement.”

you flinched like he’d struck you— but it wasn’t the volume that cut. It was the truth buried under every word.

“you think i want to be like this?” you hissed, voice shaking. “you think i chose to wake up every day and feel like I can’t breathe? you think i don’t hate it?!”

“i know you hate it!” he snapped, stepping closer again, hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know whether to pull you in or throw something across the room. “that’s the fucking problem! you hate it, and instead of fighting it, you’ve just decided to rot in it!”

"oh, fuck you!" you bellowed, stepping back in utter disgust. "just because you know what it feels like doesn't mean you can act so high and mighty, like you have any type of authority over the way i deal with it."

"i'm not trying to!"

"then what the fuck do you want?" you shouted, your voice growing impossibly louder. "you come here to tell me how to deal with my problems, but you don't want to control me, but at the same time you do... it’s just back and forth with you. do i need to spell it out for you to get it? i don't need whatever this is, so what do you still fucking want from me?"

"you really think i came here with a plan?" he screamed back, matching your tone. "you really think i sat down and thought about how i approach this mess of a situation best? no, because you don't sit down to plan how you're gonna save someone who's drowning, you just get there and you try your best to fucking save them, that's how it works."

"you can't save people who don't want to be saved."

"why are you so fucking stubborn?" he bellowed. "i've never met someone as infuriating as you. it's fucking annoying."

"yeah? well congratulations," you snarled, breathless. "add it to the list of things you hate about me."

his expression twisted, like you’d struck him. good. let it hurt.

"you think i can just stop feeling like this?" you spat when he didn't answer. "oh, poor mattheo, he cares so much even when people don't want him to, he’s such a great person. god, it must be exhausting being you with care that comes so easily you don't even know who to place it onto next, you fucking twat"

"i don’t care because it’s easy!" he exploded, angrier than you had ever seen him before, taking a step forward. "i care because I fucking love you, okay?!"

the room grew quiet, your arms falling to your side as you narrowed your eyes at him. mattheo took a breath, but didn't say a word.

"what?" you asked, softly, your voice almost not there. maybe you didn't even want him to hear it.

but then his voice returned so suddenly you almost got whiplash. “fuck. i love you, alright?”

you stared at him, lips parted, every argument you had prepared suddenly useless.

he shook his head, furious at himself now. “i didn’t mean to say that. i wasn’t—this wasn’t how i wanted to—” he stopped again, ran a hand through his hair, defeated. “but it’s the truth. and I’m so fucking tired of hiding it.”

the room fell dead silent. your heart pounded so loud you could barely hear yourself think.

mattheo waited for you to say something, anything, but you kept quiet, so he was the one who spoke.

"you want to know what all this is? this fight, this yelling, me showing up at your door like a bloody lunatic—it isn't me trying to be a fucking hero. this is what love looks like when it’s terrified.”

"terrified?" you repeated, your voice almost giving in. you suddenly felt very lightheaded, like you would lose conciousness at any moment.

"terrified" mattheo nodded. "i don't need you to say it back or anything, that's not the reason behind it. but i need you to survive and i’m terrified you won’t."

"mattheo, i—" you shook your head, biting down your words, unsure what you should answer. all the words were suddenly buried so far back, you couldn't even imagine reaching them ever again.

"you don't have to say anything" he said. "this is not some fucking ‘get better so i can love you’ situation. because i'm gonna love you wether you want it or not, wether you get better or continue to hide in your fucking room for all eternity— so fuck that, okay?”

he took a breath “i want you to get better for yourself" he said softly, even managing to sound friendly while constantly cursing.

"because i remember how you spent hours outside just because you liked the way the sun felt on your body, or how you came to the library every thursday to work on your history of magic papers, not because you actually needed the extra time, but because you knew draco needed it, but would always be too stubborn to ask for your help.”

you sniffled, tearing up even further. the way he looked at you and the words he said broke your heart but stitched it back together at the same time.

“you used to love chocolate cake and pumpkin juice, the sound of snow crunching under your feet, listening to music at parties, dancing, laughing— living."

"mattheo—"

"no, please, let me finish" he muttered softly. "i know whatever you're going through feels impossible to overcome and it won't be easy, i can promise you as much… but even though you probably feel so fucking disconnected to everything that was before this— you aren't, because the you from before, she's still in there" he softly touched your cheek with his hand and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"i can tell, because you're crying while we're fighting, and you always did that, even when we were children." he counted on.

"because you looked at me with the same expression you always used to have and because you can feel me touching you right now. you can feel the warmth of my hand and it feels good. because you can still feel things and you will continue to feel them more and more as time goes on. you're not beyond the point of saving, but you have to do it yourself"

"you really believe in me that much?" you whispered softly, opening your eyes and meeting his brown orbs. "even when i tried everything to push you away?"

he looked at you like he couldn't believe you were seriously asking that. "what does it look like?" he muttered sarcastically "showing up unannounced in your room, screaming at you and confessing my love didn't prove that to you already?"

you laughed through your tears and nodded. "i will try, okay?"

"one step at a time" mattheo reminded softly. "i'll be here"

“just for the record” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his. “the way i felt about you never changed, not even when i was at my worst. because i love you too”

you looked up at him, eyes searching his face, and added, “that never really stopped.”

[suugarbabe]

poly!slytherin boys x gn!reader

jealousy, jealousy

It wasn’t something one would see very often. And honestly, if you didn’t know him like his partners knew him, you probably wouldn’t even notice. But Mattheo noticed everything about Theo. And right now Matty noticed Theo’s eyes growing a shade darker, and the grip on his cup tighter.

Matty walks up behind him, settling a hand on Theo’s hip before resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. Matty turned his head slightly, placing a chaste kiss on the base of his neck, “Why so tense, baby?”

Theo huffed through his nose, “M’not tense.”

Matty hummed, “You’re brooding.”

Theo glanced sideways to see Matty smirking at him. He then turned back to where he was staring. Matty followed his line of vision, brows furrowing when he realized what had Theo so moody.

Across the room was you, leaning back against the wall cup in hand while someone else seemed to occupy your attention.

“Who the hell is lovie talking to?” Matty’s sudden change in tone and demeanor made the corner of Theo’s mouth twitch upward. “Fawley.”

Unintentionally his grip on Theo’s hip tightened, causing the taller boy to hiss, “Cazzo, tesoro!” Theo rubbed the heel of his hand along his side.

“Sorry, Teddy,” Matty apologized but his eyes never left you or the sixth year Ravenclaw chatting you up.

“So, we’re not just gonna let that happen are we?” Enzo seems to appear out of thin air, pointing in your direction with his cup in his hand. He looked from Matty to Theo, then back to where you stood, “Surely Fawley can’t be that thick, he knows they’re with us, yeah?”

Matty only glared, while Theo shrugged, “If he doesn’t know, he’s about to.”

Theo then started walking in your direction, the other two boys quickly behind him. “Hey, Fawley! Che cazzo ti prende?”

The sound of angry Italian caught your attention and had your cheeks blushing. “Teddy, it’s fine-” Theo stepped in front of you, effectively cutting off your sentence and blocking you from the Ravenclaw in one motion.

Matty sidles up next to him, arms crossing over his chest, “I think you’re done here, mate.” Fawley has a brow raised as he surveys the three Slytherin boys surrounding you, “Blink twice if you need help.”

The red flooding your cheeks only deepens as Enzo wraps his arm around your shoulders protectively. Mattheo can’t help the deep smirk that graces his features, “You know for a Ravenclaw you’re pretty fucking stupid.”

Theo nods, “Is not one of your traits supposed to be wisdom sei uno stupido idiota.”

Fawley peers over the two boys in front of him, trying to make eye contact with you, “Are you fine with…them.” He glanced over the three boys that have essentially created a protective circle around you.

You nodded with a slight laugh, “Well…yeah. They’re my boyfriends.” Enzo then kissed you on the cheek, as if to emphasize your statement.

The Ravenclaw simply looked perplexed, looking from Enzo, who had you held close to his side, to Matty then to Theo then back to you. “You mean to tell me-”

Theo, who was growing ever more frustrated, threw his hands up in the air, “Dio mio!” He turned toward you, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a searing kiss. It was unexpected, having you catch your breath once he pulled away.

He then grabbed Mattheo and pulled him in for a kiss of his own, the tension in the curly haired boy's shoulders instantly melting away. Fawley rolled his eyes, hands held up in defeat before finally walking away.

“So no kiss for me?” you could practically hear the pout on Enzo lips as he asked the question. You turned toward him fully, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I’ll kiss you, Enzie.”

Enzo beamed, “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

a big thanks to @musingsofahufflepuff & @ellecdc 😌

[ur-local-wizard]

I love the way you write baby, can you honour me with this prompt idea: Mattheo Riddle loses a Quidditch match against his biggest rival, and his anger boils over. Dragging his girlfriend into the locker room, he takes out his frustration on her in a heated, rough moment of intimacy. Afterward, he leaves her shaken to vent elsewhere, but when he returns, he finds her being comforted by his rival. Jealousy and fury take over as he drags her away, scolding her and accusing her of betrayal—though beneath his anger is a fear he’s not ready to admit: that he might’ve pushed her too far this time.

Losing Game

tysm for the request babes!! this was sooo creative! hope you enjoy, it was my first time writing angst 🤭

mattheo riddle x fem!reader, extremely toxic behavior, mentions of sex, characters are of age, i think that's it

w/c: 1106

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a/n: if there are any tags I missed, pls pls pls let me know!! also, I wasn't sure if i should label it nsfw in my masterlist or not, so if you think it should be tell me and I'll change it!

Angry sex with Mattheo was something you were used to, especially after he lost a quidditch game. Everyone knew he had a temper, and even as his girlfriend, you were not immune to it. But he’s never been so hurtful. Not like this. 

The physical part of it was good, as per usual, but his words struck a deeper chord than normal. The names he called you, the blatant disregard for your feelings, the way his touch felt oppressive instead of loving – it was strange, and honestly overwhelming. 

So that’s how you got here, curled up in the fetal position just outside the quidditch locker room. You barely noticed the muffled sound of footsteps approaching you on the grass. Blinking back more tears, you look up, not expecting to see the Gryffindor Cormac McLaggen of all people. He was one of many on the long list of people Mattheo hated most, and you knew that if your boyfriend saw him of all people in his current tempered state, someone would end up in the hospital wing. 

“You okay?” Cormac asked, crouching in front of you. His tone was softer than you would expect, laced with nothing short of concern and pity. He reached out, and you flinched as his hand brushed your arm. “You’re freezing. Come, let’s get you inside. I don’t want you to contract hypothermia.” 

The warmth of his hand sent a wave of guilt through you, and the combination of your confusion and his touch made you flinch away. He’s right – it’s so cold your fingers are going numb. You weren’t sure if it was the weight of your emotions, your exhaustion, or the sheer cold, but you felt your defenses crumble, allowing him to pull you up and off the ground.

Then the locker room door opened. 

Out walked Mattheo, his presence looming over you like a shadow. His hair was disheveled, his jaw set like stone. His gaze flicked between you and Cormac, his eyes burning with fury. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He snapped, his voice low and full of nothing but rage and resentment. You opened your mouth to speak, but he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his side, effectively cutting you off. Your stomach churned, and the emotions swirling inside your gut made you want to puke. 

“You think this is okay?” He scolded you, his gaze narrowing into a glare. “The hell are you doing with this piece of shit?” He motioned to Cormac, scoffing. “And you, what are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

“Mattheo, stop-” Your voice trembled as you began to talk, but the bitter laugh that escaped his lips cut you off. 

  “Don’t even try to explain,” he sneered, his grip so tightening so much it may leave a bruise. His expression was still angry, but something seemed off. Beneath the anger in his eyes, you saw a flicker of something else – something raw. Afraid, maybe. “I leave for five fucking minutes and come back to find you cozying up with Cormac fucking McLaggen.” 

His words hit harder than expected, making the nausea in your stomach only grow stronger. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, voice quiet but filled with hurt. You pressed your lips together and fought the urge to cry again. 

“Ridiculous? You don’t get to decide that after this little stunt you just pulled.” 

Cormac crossed his arms over his chest, his expression solemn. “Maybe if you treated her better and paid attention to her obvious distress, she wouldn’t be crying out here in the cold,” he retorted. 

The room seemed to freeze at his words. Mattheo’s head snapped toward Cormac, his eyes dark and burning. The tension in the air was suffocating, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Mattheo hissed.

“I know enough,” Cormac shot back, unwavering. “I know she shouldn’t be out here like this. She could get sick!”  

Mattheo’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth could grind together into dust. For a moment, it looked like he was going to punch Cormac – he certainly wanted to – and the suspense made you even dizzier than before. But instead, he turned his glare back to you. “Get up. Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, and you could tell by the tone of his voice it was more of an ultimatum. Stay here, and you would lose him. 

You hesitated, jaw opening and closing, unsure what to say. You didn’t want to fight. Not again. Not when your body already ached from more than just the physicality of what had just conspired in the locker room. So, even after all the hurt he’s caused, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He just looked so betrayed, so afraid. 

“Okay,” you conceded, voice barely a whisper. Cormac scoffed, but you didn’t dare look his way as your boyfriend grabbed your wrist again and led you away, his footsteps crushing the grass beneath his feet. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm – as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear. 

The journey was silent as he dragged you to an empty corridor. The moment the two of you were alone, he spun to face you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with labored breaths. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said. 

“Do what?” You asked, brows furrowing.

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you. “Sitting with him. Letting him touch you. Letting him look at you like – like that.”

You stared at him, disbelief bubbling up past the lingering hurt. “Mattheo, do you even hear yourself? I was sitting there because of you. Because of what you did.”

He looked shocked, but that quickly faded as he realized what you were talking about. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed his shame. He looked like he wanted to argue, to push back like he always did in situations like this, but something in his expression told you he knew he would finally lose you if he did. For the first time, he looked unsure. 

“Do you even care that you hurt me?” You asked, voice softer now, but still full of lingering hurt. In response, his whole body tensed. A long silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Then, barely above a whisper, so low you almost missed it, he muttered, “I do.”

It wasn’t an apology – not yet. But you knew it was as close as you were going to get for now. 

Ty again for this request!! I had sm fun writing it! Sorry it took me so long to write, life and school is insane rn

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[slytherinboysappreciation]

Sap - M. R. x male!Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this to fulfill an ask, then scrapped it in favor of something more smutty, which I’m working on now. It’s more implied than anything, but it’s meant to be read as a chubby!Reader. Or at least, a Reader with stretch marks on their stomach

CW: fluff, mentioned smut but nothing explicit, soft!Matty, Reader has stretch marks, very mild possessiveness

469 words

“Hey, babe.”

You groan as Mattheo shakes your shoulder, pulling you from your dream. “Go away.”

“Come on, handsome. You’ve slept in long enough.” When you don’t budge, his voice takes on a pleading tone. “Please? I wanna spend time with you.”

You still don’t move to get up. But you do lift your blanket, awkwardly scooting over to give him more room. He slides in, settling down with a sigh.

You crack open your eyes, grumbling softly when you meet his. “What?”

“You’re adorable,” he says, a grin creeping across his face. “All soft and sleepy looking.”

You close your eyes again before shifting to cuddle against the crook of his body. He’s not warm yet, but you don’t mind a few shivers when you get to snuggle like this.

He rests an arm over your side, fingers idly slipping under your shirt to trace along your stomach. Trailing his fingertips along the furrows and lines of your stretch marks.

You stiffen and he stops. “This okay?”

You relax again and nod. “Yeah, sorry. Just… habit.”

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “Not for anything. Not to me.”

He presses a kiss behind your ear. Nuzzling his nose along your neck. When he speaks again, his voice is softer than normal. “You’re so handsome when you’re sleepy. When your body’s all soft and warm and pillowy. Makes me wanna do unspeakable things to you.”

You can’t help it. You snort out a quiet laugh even as you shiver at his words. “Unspeakable things? Like you’d ever have a hard time saying them.”

He nips at your neck. “Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic.”

You fall silent, surprised. Mattheo’s so rarely romantic. It’s all about the hot and heavy with him. Which you like. It’s nice to have your body appreciated like that. But you crave the softer things too sometimes.

Mattheo exhales quietly, then starts again. This time, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “You’re so handsome. When you’re resting… you get this look about you… makes me wanna… I dunno… It makes me weak.”

Your breath catches. You know how big of an admission that is for him. Mattheo ‘No weaknesses’ Riddle. Unfazed by everything and everyone.

Except, apparently, you. Sleeping you, specifically.

You shift to face him, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. The closeness makes you go crosseyed, but you don’t care. You grin and Mattheo grins back.

“You’re a sap,” you say finally. “Who knew?”

“If you tell anyone…” he says, voice playfully threatening.

“I won’t.” You press a kiss to his lips. “Your sappiness is all mine.”

He kisses you back, hand gently running over the dips and curves of your stomach again. “Yours, huh?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Mine.”

He chuckles, soft and low. “I think I could get used to that.”

[rriddlesgirl]

I feel like Mattheo would wear affliction and have an eyebrow piercing in a modern au, I think I should make that.

[obssessivethorn]

Dirty Girl [Preview]

Mattheo x fem!reader (house unspecified but slightly implied Hufflepuff

Summary: Having always prided herself on her perfect image, Y/N has never left room for even a single thought about romance. But for some reason, one Mattheo Riddle has her judgement all muddy and clouded. Now, she can’t help her thoughts from drifting back to him, no matter what she does. (Inspired by the song Dirty Girl from StarKid’s Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

a/n: here’s little preview of Mattheo’s version of the concept from my poll a couple weeks back. Proof that I didn’t forget and have been working on it, I’ve just been swamped with other things in life T^T

Y/N felt as if the breath had been ripped from her lungs, mouth left agape. His mere words felt like an ultimate sin, as if the simple notion he spoke would drag her down into hell with him.

Barely tracing his lips along her skin, Mattheo traveled from her ear, down her neck, and back up her chin to hover tantalizingly above her lips. He finally forced his gaze away from the little space still between them to look back into her eyes. If Y/N looked hard enough, she could have sworn there were literal fires dancing behind pupils.

“And daddy needs a little of that dirty girl soup you’ve been brewing.”

All thoughts stilled. ‘Dirty girl soup’? What does that even-?

Y/n placed her hands on Mattheo’s shoulders, pushing him back gently to get a full look at his face. A near desperate look steeped in disappointment adorned his dark features.

“Are you talking about my bath water?” The previous fire burning in her core dimmed, instead redirecting the blood to her brain in an attempt to process.

Mattheo reeled back a bit, seeming to become just a little bit more conscious than before. “Too weird?”

Hopefully you’re intrigued and excited for this bc I think this is my first proper x reader that I’ve ever posted despite being on this app for years and writing for at least half that time 💀

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 16

too sweet

7  june 1996

Euphemia’s POV 

We made it back to the hospital wing last night in the nick of time and the discovery that Sirius had escaped sent Snape into a conniption. I won’t deny it was slightly amusing; while Snape tends to be nicer to me than Harry, he’s still a prick. Pomfrey let Harry, Hermione, Ron and I leave the hospital wing at noon this afternoon, although most of the students are at Hogsmeade for the last trip before the train leaves tomorrow. 

Exhausted, I’ve chosen to rest instead of going to Hogsmeade. We may have gone to bed around eleven last night, but I added about 3 extra hours to my life so I feel like I stayed up most of the night but first, Harry and I decide to pay a visit to Lupin. His office door is open and as we enter, I notice most of his things have already been packed. “Hello Mia, Harry,” Lupin says before he turns to see us, “I saw you coming,” he smiles and motions to the Maruader’s Map open on his desk. He has more scrapes across his face and he looks terribly pale. “I’ve looked worse.” 

“You’ve been sacked?” Harry asks, looking around. 

“No, I’ve resigned. Professor Snape let slip the nature of my condition and I feel its best to get ahead. At this point, the outcome is inevitable.” Lupin sighs, taking books from the shelf behind his desk and into a case. 

“That’s not fair! You didn’t hurt anyone! Maybe Dumbledore-” 

“Dumbldore has already risked enough on my behalf,” Lupin interrupts me, raising a hand to stop me. “By this time tomorrow, owls will start arriving with angry letters from parents. Like I said, it is inevitable. It’s alright, let’s just say I’m used to it.” 

“Doesn’t make it fair,” I sigh. “You’ll come live with us, won’t you? Now that Sirius can’t, we have the room.” 

“I will visit, I promise, but I won’t stay. I have my own place in London and you don’t need a guardian anymore, Mia.” Lupin moves around the desk and leans against it to face us. “I’m quite proud of the two of you and how much you learned this year. Tell me about your Patronuses.” 

Harry and I tell him what happened, both times, and what forms our charms took. “Our father, his animagus form was a stag wasn’t it?” Harry asks at the end of his story. 

“Yes, that’s why we called him Prongs,” Lupin says, smiling faintly at the memory. He stands suddenly, as if just remembering something important, and moves back around his desk and hands harry back his Invisibility Cloak. “I brought this back from the Shack this morning. And, since I am no longer your teacher, I feel no guilt about giving this back to you as well,” he says motioning to the map. “I dare say that James would be very disappointed if his children never found any of the secret passages in the castle.” We all chuckle at that. 

“None of it made any difference,” Harry says sadly, looking down at the cloak in his hands, “Pettigrew got away and Sirius-” 

“Is alive. That makes all the difference in the world,” Lupin implores, looking very deeply into Harry’s eyes as he places a hand on his shoulder. “You did a very noble thing, stopping us from killing Peter. Your parents would have most certainly done the same, and Sirius may not be absolved but he is free. And the two of you are certain of his innocence. That, for now, is enough… Now, I must say goodbye. Send me an owl once you are settled in your apartment, okay?” Lupin asks, handing me a small piece of parchment with an address scribbled on it. 

“I will,” I nod, smiling up at my godfather and he nods, picking up his suitcase and his walking stick but before he does, he turns to the map still on his desk and, with a flick of his wand, mutters “Mischief Managed,” with a nostalgic smile and leaves the office and the classroom, leaving Harry and I in his office in silence, just the two of us once again. 

✦

Mattheo’s POV

I step into the already raging party, instantly hit with loud music and flashing lights, the air is thick with warmth and smoke as a majority of the student body celebrates the end of the school year. I push through the crowd until I see Theo, Enzo, Elladora and Astoria and make my way towards them. 

“Hey mate, finally decided to stop moping and join the party?” Theo chuckles, lightly smacking my shoulder. 

“Shut up,” I grumble and take the liquor bottle that he’s holding and take a swig. 

“Why were you moping, Mattheo?” Astoria asks from the arm of the chair to my left. 

“He got stood up by the princess last night,” Enzo says sitting down next to her, his comment making Theo chuckle. Enzo and Theo had been the unfortunate two that were still in the common room when I finally came back last night and I told them everything which I am now severely regretting. 

“You planned a date with her?” Elladora cries, disgust on her face. 

“No!” I growl, reaching around Astoria to smack the top of Enzo’s head. “We were supposed to have rounds. She bailed and I am not moping.” 

Ella watches me for a moment before stepping closer and leaning up to whisper in my ear, “When she breaks your heart don’t come crying to me.” And with that, she shoves past me and further into the party. 

“For the record, I think the two of you would be great together, Matt,” Astoria says, squeezing my hand for a moment. 

“Yeah, The Girl Who Lived and the Heir of the Dark Lord. Common sense pairing really; what could go wrong?” Enzo mutters behind his drink, earning another smack but from Astoria this time. 

“Why should that matter? The war is over and your father’s gone, isn’t he?” 

“I need a drink. Feel free to stop discussing my life,” I grumble and turn away from my friends, their laughter following me. I push through the crowd towards the back wall of the room where the drink table is and at it, I see a familiar figure making a drink. 

“Well, well, well, look who I found,” I say lowly in her ear, startling her and she turns to face me. 

“Hey! You scared the shit outta me!” Mia says, her face lighting up with a large smile. 

“Hey Princess,” I say with a small smile. She’s wearing lightly distressed jeans and a tight and cropped green shirt which makes her auburn hair look more vibrant; all this to say she looks fucking hot. “You look great,” I say, resisting the urge to tell her how good she looks in green and how lovely she’d look wrapped up in the dark green sheets of my dorm bed. 

“Thanks,” she says, her cheeks flushing as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Hey listen, I’m so sorry about last night,” Mia says earnestly, “The whole thing was so much more complicated and insane than I ever could have guessed and I couldn’t get away. I’m sorry.” Her green eyes are wide and honest and all the bitterness that has sat in my chest the last 24 hours melts away. 

“‘S’arlight, Mia. No big deal,” I say with a shrug, hoping I’m hiding the disappointment I felt last night. 

“I’m even more sorry that my brother interrupted us yesterday,” she says, picking up the drink she had been making and taking a sip. 

“We do seem to get interrupted a lot, don’t we?” I chuckle, pouring myself a cup of Firewhiskey. I tell myself that us getting interrupted is for the best but still everytime I’m left wondering what would have happened if we were left alone for another minute or twenty. “So, what happened last night that was such a mess?” 

“Ugh, Godric,” she sighs with a chuckle. “It’s a very long story but it involved a secret tunnel, a werewolf, a rat, a dog and several dementors.” 

“Bloody hell, what did you get yourself into this time?” I chuckle, eyes wide and Mia laughs. 

“A mess for sure,” she laughs. “But it ended up being for the best, I think.” 

“You didn’t have anything to do with the runaway hippogriff and Sirius Black escaping, did you princess?” I ask, stepping closer, and very intrigued at hearing her story. 

“That’s preposterous!” She exclaims, sarcastically scandalized. 

“Salazar, it’s a party, Potter, not school. Who actually speaks like that?” I tease. 

“Huh, and here I was starting to think you liked the way I talk,” she fires back without a moment’s hesitation, her eyes flicking to my lips only for a moment. 

“Hey, Mia, there you are. You said you’d be right back and I got worried. Everything okay here?” One of the Weasley twins asks, his eyes boring into me as I step back from Mia and he wraps an arm around her. Mia’s shoulders tense slightly as irritation flickers in her eyes for a split second. 

“Peachy,” I deadpan, returning his gaze as I take a long sip of my drink. Interrupted, again. 

“Hey, Freddie, Matt and I were just talking. Do you need a drink?” Mia says and I suppress a smile at Mia using my nickname so casually in front of Fred because it seems to cause him to bristle. Fred raises an eyebrow and looks back to me, his arm still around Mia’s shoulders casually, the sight twisting my gut into a knot.

“Oh yeah? Sure, I’ll take a drink,” he says, not taking his eyes off me as he grabs an alcoholic Butterbeer bottle but it seems like he’s had quite a few already. 

“Yeah, Freddie. No need for a guard dog,” I sneer, leaning back against the table, my gaze not leaving Fred’s, jealousy raging in my stomach and chest. Fred stiffens, his jaw ticking, as Mia moves out from under her arm. 

“Okay, unnecessary,” she snaps at me before looking back to Weasley. “Can the two of you cool it with whatever macho-testosterone-filled-pissing contest you’ve had going all year? Unless you’d rather go to the bathroom and measure them just to finally settle it all?” Mia snarks. “Mattheo and I are friends now, I told you that earlier, so there’s no need to be protective,” she says to Fred before turning to me, ”and there’s no need to be defensive.” She looks between the two of us, daring one of us to defy her. 

“Mia, how can you be friendly with him? His father-”

“I am very aware, Fred, and if I, of all people, can move past it then certainly you can as well!” Mia fires back, interrupting Fred. 

“I don’t need you to defend me, princess,” I bite out, my gut twisting more and more every time Mia looks at him. Mia turns to me, hurt hiding behind her eyes and I immediately regret saying it. 

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Fred snaps, reaching out to push me back but I swing on instrict, my fist connecting with his face, and force him to stumble back. 

“Stop!” Mia cries, stepping between us as a crowd forms a circle around us. Mia pulls Fred’s hand away from his face, nothing bleeding but he’ll take a shiner home tomorrow. Fred pushes Mia behind him, her much smaller frame easy for him to push back as he comes to get in my face, using the inch of height he has on me to his advantage. 

“You leave her alone. She has enough trouble in her life without you adding more,” he says lowly to me, trying to be threatening but, to me, the pranksters of Hogwarts are just clowns. 

“Back up, Weasley, or I’ll send you home to your mummy in a box,” But I don’t get a chance to make good on my threat as Mia wrenches Fred back by his arm and starts shouting at him how she’s not a helpless damsel in distress and she doesn’t need him to protect her from anyone but I stop listening and stalk through the crowd and out of the party. 

At the back of the room, there's a slightly hidden staircase that leads up to the boat house and the lake. I take the stairs two at a time, no longer in the mood for parties or people, and take a deep breath as the warm night air hits my face and enters my lungs. She’s too good for you. She’s better off without you in her life, the voice in my head reminds me, souring my mood further as I reach for a cigarette. I try to spark my lighter but it refuses to light, out of fuel, and angrily I chuck it into the water of the Black Lake, sending ripples across the otherwise still waters as I sit on the edge of the ancient dock. 

I sigh, looking down at the unlit cigarette in my hand and try to snap the fingers of my free hand, desperately hoping to produce a flame long enough to spark. After a few tries, I manage it; a small but steady flame at my fingertips, the warmth dancing along my skin but not burning, and I inhale the smoke into my lungs and let the flame extinguish. The waning moon shines brightly on the surface of the lake and the hum of insects and birds and creatures fills my ears, slowly draining the angry blaze in my chest to smoldering embers. 

I don’t know how long I sit here, smoking and staring at the water and thinking about Mia; the physical manifestation of all I want in the world and everything I can’t have. Of course the first girl I want more than one night with is her. She’s too good, too sweet, too gentle for the likes of me. Men like me don’t get the girl, they don’t get happy endings, they don’t get what they want and I hate myself for allowing my heart to convince my brain that I could have all that. I take a final drag of my cigarette and flick the roach into the water, sending more ripples across the surface as it floats away with my hope. 

“That’s littering, you know?” A voice pulls me from the dark depths of my own mind and I turn my head to see Mia standing by the stairs. 

“Gonna give me detention? Get a head start on next year?” I ask dryly, turning back to look out at the water. I hear Mia’s footsteps across the wooden dock until she appears in my peripheral and sits next to me at the edge of the dock. 

“I’m really sorry about Fred. He’s drunk and he’s being stupid and protective and a jerk. He shouldn’t have brought up your dad, you don’t deserve that, I’m sorry,’’ she says, her voice soft and gentle. 

“‘S fine,” I grumble, resisting the urge to look at her. 

“No it’s not. He was totally out of line, that’s not okay,” she implores. When I don’t respond, she reaches out, placing her hand on my knee and setting me on fire, but I can’t give in to it, I can’t, so I pull away and stand up.

“I’m used to it. It’s whatever. Have a good summer, Potter,” I force myself to say, sparing one glance at her beautiful face clouded in hurt, before I tear my eyes away and start back towards the party. 

“So that’s it?” Her voice rings out, stopping me in my tracks against my will. “The year is over and you’re just going to go back to hating me? Pretend that nothing happened this year? That something didn’t change between us? That there’s nothing here? You’re just gonna run away because you’re scared?” Hurt clouds her voice, changing it from the clear, sweet, tempting sound I’m so used to and I turn around to face her. She’s standing now, her back to the water and her hair blowing out behind her in the gentle breeze, her eyes dark in the low light but confusion shines in them. Even with her face in shadows and her features contorted by pain, she’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. 

“I’m not scared,” I manage to say, my fists clenched at my side. 

“Then why are you acting like this? C’mon Mattheo, we’ve been towing this line for months and you’re going to just walk away? Try and make me think it's all been in my head?” She asks, moving to close some of the distance between us. 

“Mia,” I breathe out, her magnetic field threatening to pull me in the closer she gets to me.

“No. Say it. Tell me it's all in my head,” she implores, looking up at me pleadingly, like I am her last life line. 

“Stop.” 

“I'll stop if you can look me in the eyes and tell me its all in my head...You can’t say it, can you?” She asks, now a mere breath away from me, her perfume invading my senses and it takes all of my crumpling willpower to not reach out and touch her. “You’re many things, Mattheo Riddle, but you are not a liar. Not to me. You can’t say it because you know it's not true. You’ve felt it too.” 

“I’m not a good man, Mia,” I say, my voice rough. “I’m not a good person and I’m not going to pretend I am because running around pretending you are a good person is worse than just accepting you aren't one. I’m not good for you; everything I touch I break and I don’t want to break you.” 

“I think you are a good person. I’ve seen it, I know it. You’re just afraid to show anyone because you think it makes you weak but it doesn’t!” 

“I’m not afraid of anything,” I snap. 

“Fine, then prove it!” She says so loudly it echoes over the water for a moment. We stand there for a moment completely still, our eyes locked and our breath uneven. I want nothing more than to close the distance between us but I don’t because she’s right. I am scared. I’m scared because there is no way this works out well. I’m not a good man and I’m not a good partner and she deserves the world and I could never give it to her. “Why are you so bloody stubborn?” She breathes out, shaking her head slightly before she takes a step forward and, cupping my face in her hands, presses her lips to mine and my world explodes. 

All my willpower crumples under her touch and I give in; my hands find the bare skin of her waist, pulling her body closer to mine, as our lips move in tandem. All I’m aware of is her; her lips, the way she smells and tastes, and the feel of her body pressed against mine. The world could implode around us and I wouldn’t notice, all my senses are consumed with her. Her hands are in my hair, tangling with my curls and I pull her impossibly closer as my hands clutch her to me desperately; one still on the bare skin of her waist and the other on her cheek, wrapped up in strands of her hair that is as soft as I’ve always thought it looked. I kiss her like the world is ending, like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in years, like kissing her could absolve me of all the darkness in my soul and make me anew. 

She pulls away slightly after a moment, both of us breathless, and I’m in awe of her like this: her lips swollen, hair tousled and pupils dilated. “Matt,” she says breathlessly and I lean back in, capturing her lips once more. I step her backwards until her back is pressed against the wall of the boathouse, eliciting a small gasp from Mia’s mouth as her bare skin collides with the cool glass. I smirk against her lips, pressing further into her body as I deepen the kiss, taking advantage of her gasp. My body takes over, no longer thinking through my actions or their consequences, and I just feel. All that exists to me in this moment is us and for once I’m not the son of the Dark Lord and she’s not The Girl Who Lived. We are just Mattheo and Euphemia, Matt and Mia, and right now that is more than enough.

a/n; ahhhh!!!

yes this is named after too sweet by hozier bc its sooooo mattheo riddle coded and fit really well and I was listening to it while i wrote this. also this gif makes me literally feral so enjoy ;)

one more chapter to go in PoA year and then we get to move on to GoF so yay!

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[slythergirl666]

Hey shitposters, Aurora Berkshire here. Yes, Berkshire, as in Enzo's twin sister. And no, I can't get his number for you. Trust me, you can do so much better than him. I'm currently in my 7th year at Hogwarts. I'm sarcastic, good at keeping secrets, and have a dark sense of humor. I love black coffee, midnight walks, and stargazing. I can't stand incompetent people or loud breathers. I'm with Theo Nott, and I usually hang out with him and my brother's friends Matt Riddle and Blaise Zabini. Anyway, hit me up if you wanna be mutuals or if you wanna have intellectual conversations about mythology or the stars or wtv.

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[riddlesbunny]

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summary: After break, you bring a video camera back to Hogwarts from the muggle world and teach Mattheo how to use it.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Muggleborn!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: Explicit smut, recording sexual acts, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, hair pulling, creampie 18+ MDNI

note: Inspo for this was the song by nessa barrett and idk how good this is bc I’ve gone like a month without writing!! 🙈

Mattheo is just lounging in bed twirling his wand between his fingers as you enter. He’s expecting you, already dressed for bed, cozy in his pajamas. His brows furrow as he catches sight of the device in your hands.

“What in Merlin’s name is that?” he asks, straightening up.

“A video camera, I brought it from home, I forgot to show you,” you say, plopping down beside him on the bed. “It records things: moving images, but more intricate than our photos, sounds. Like a memory, but without needing a Pensieve.”

His interest piques and reaches for it, turning it over in his hands, “Muggle invention?”

You nod, “I thought it’d be fun to bring back from break. I can show you how it works.”

Mattheo smirks,  “so, I can capture you talking about how stunning I am and replay it whenever I want?”

Rolling your eyes, you flip open the screen and power it on, “something like that.”

You show him the record button, how to zoom, how to frame a shot. He watches, fascinated, as the lens captures your surroundings, the tiny screen displaying everything in real time.

“Alright,” you say, leaning back. “Your turn.”

Mattheo lifts the camera, hesitating for only a second before pointing it at you. 

“What do I do?”

“Just… record me, all you have to do is point the camera at me.”

The red light blinks on, and suddenly, you are under his gaze in a way you’d never been before. His attention was always intense, but now it was focused through the lens, tracing your every movement.

“Say something,” he prompts, his voice softer than before.

“Hiii, Matty,” you drawl, tossing your hair seductively before Mattheo adjusts the camera towards you and you drop down to your knees, cozying up to him. You rub your face on his inner thigh and gaze into the lens through your lashes.

Your run your palms over the light bulge in front of you, squeezing ever so softly before pressing your lips to his inner thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up until you reach his cock that now strains against his pajama shorts.

Your eyes never leave the camera as you run your tongue along the length of his shaft through the thin fabric. He shifts slightly, granting you easier access as he murmurs in encouragement.

With a wicked grin, you hook your fingers under the waistband of Mattheo's pyjamas and slide them down, freeing his now rock-hard cock. It bobs heavily in front of your face, already glistening with pre-cum.

The camera whirs softly, recording every salacious moment. You look right into its unblinking eye as you lean forward and circle the head of your boyfriend’s cock.

Your tongue swirls around the tip, as you taste the saltiness of his arousal. You glance up at him then back at the camera, lips parted, so inviting.

His thick cock throbs between your lips, filling your mouth slowly as you ease yourself onto it.

A low groan rumbles in his chest as he watches you sink deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him greedily. Your pace quickens, alternating between long, languid sucks and flicking your tongue across his most sensitive spots.

With a sultry smile, you pop Mattheo's cock out of your mouth and slowly start jerking him off while meeting the camera with your lust-filled eyes.

"Mmm," you purr, "doesn’t that feel good?" Your hand pumps faster now, working Mattheo's slicked-up length, while your other hand massages his swollen balls. His hips twitch in response, fighting the urge to thrust into your grip.

"Y-yes, but I need to be inside you," Mattheo moans, and you release your grasp, his cock standing tall, still glistening.

"Gotta be patient, baby," you say, waiting a few moments before you untie your own pyjama pants, kicking them off of you.  Your panties follow suit, revealing your pussy already soaked with anticipation. You crawl forward onto the bed, presenting yourself to the camera, ass high in the air.  On hands and knees, you position yourself perfectly for Mattheo, giving him– and the camera— a full view of your drenched pussy. You look over your shoulder at him, as you bite down on your lower lip. 

“God,” Mattheo moans, “you’re perfect, the prettiest pussy in all of Hogwarts, I’d wager. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” 

You blush furiously at his words but do as he says.

It is not long before his index finger is tracing your thick folds, sliding up and down your slit, teasing you mercilessly. Your cheeks burn red at the thought of being so exposed on camera, but the naughtiness of it all turns you on.

Mattheo maneuvers behind you, rubbing the tip of his rigid cock against your cunt. 

You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy and your toes threaten to curl as you beg, "Please Matty... don't tease me."

With one fluid movement, he slides into you, claiming you completely. He fists your hair, using it to tilt your head back farther so the camera can capture your expression as he begins to move inside you.

A deep, guttural moan escapes you as Mattheo’s thick length stretches your tightness deliciously. He pulls back, almost sliding completely out before slamming home again and you gasp, your walls clamping down around him.

His balls slap against your ass as he picks up speed, fucking you wildly, hitting the spongey spot deep within you perfectly.

You moan shamelessly, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the empty dorm room.

“That’s it, Matty. Yes, fuck me!"

Mattheo's grip tightens in your hair as his strokes become more insistent, drawing hoarse cries from deep within you. You feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, stretching you open.

His thumb finds it’s way to your clit, circling it in time with each powerful thrust, making you squirm and buck against him, that familiar coil of pleasure winding inside you. 

Your breathing becomes ragged as Mattheo's steady rhythm quickens, your pussy pulsing around his throbbing cock. He groans appreciatively, loving the feeling of being so utterly enveloped by your tight warmth.

"Fuck, Matty," you hiss as his pace becomes increasingly relentless, your body pinned by his weight,  “so... close.."

You cry out loudly as Mattheo hits your deepest spot, sending shivers coursing through your entire being, and the heat building inside you reaches a crescendo— the tight winding coil threatening to snap.

"I’m close too, cum with me, baby," Mattheo grunts, leaning forward to plant a rough kiss on the sensitive spot where your jaw meets your neck. His breath comes hot against your ear as he whispers, 'I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl."

The sensation is too much, hitting you like a thunderclap. Spasms wrack your body uncontrollably as you erupt into an explosive orgasm, pulsing and squeezing Mattheo's cock.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being filled up with my cum?”

Your vision blurs momentarily, stars dancing behind your closed eyelids.

The ache in your core only intensifies, that familiar tremble gripping you tight.

Mattheo's pace never falters as he feels your walls pulsating around him. He growls into your ear, "that’s my good little slut, milk my dick with that tight cunt."

Your release triggers his own as Mattheo keeps driving into you, his cock swelling further before a rush of warmth spills into you, filling you completely.

Mattheo collapses onto you, spent yet still hard inside you. His hands caress your sides, tracing lines on your heated skin as he catches his breath.

You can feel his heart pounding against your back. You let out a satisfied sigh, reveling in the warm feeling of Mattheo's cum dripping out of your pussy and trickling onto the sheets.

You roll onto your back and in an instant Mattheo is between your legs with the camera directed straight at your swollen cunt. Instinctively you try to clamp your legs shut, but he rips them open with his free hand.

“Now’s not the time to shy away from me, baby. C’mon, let’s see that pretty pussy.”

You do as Mattheo instructs, parting your legs wider, fully exposing yourself once more. His gaze is intense, taking all of you in. He moves even closer, still filming, until his face is inches away from your wet slit.

He places a quick kiss to your cunt before he quickly shuts the camera off, fumbling around and shoving it into his bedside drawer, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yeaaah, I’m gonna be watching that everyday for the rest of my life.”

[wordsarelife]

—endgame

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that

warnings: cursing, suggestive language

notes: guys this was not supposed to be posted lmaooo!! but i‘ll just leave it here, now that it’s too late anyway 😭

the slytherin boys were lazily slumped over the couches in the common room, casually chattering as the fire burned in front of them.

"and then she asked me to show her how to fly sometime" enzo shrugged as he finished his explanation "i mean she was there when we learned that in first year, so i'm not sure why i would have to show her"

"you oblivious little idiot" blaise slapped a pillow against enzo's head, who let out a whimper at the sudden hit.

"she was flirting with you" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and without even looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

"oh" enzo said dumbfounded.

"she knows that you're crazy about quidditch" theo added.

"yeah" mattheo agreed "she probably wanted to flatter you, telling you how good you are at flying and you didn't even understand that"

"oh" enzo mumbled once again and the regret in his voice made his friends perk up.

draco let the newspaper rest in his lap. "what did you answer?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"the exact same thing i just told you guys" enzo admitted shamefully, which was accompanied by blaise and mattheo loudly groaning.

"you really are an oblivious idiot" draco shook his head in a disappointed manner, before going back to his newspaper.

before enzo could say anything else to defend himself, there were giggles coming from the stairs. blaise and mattheo looked behind the couch simultaneously.

"speaking of oblivious" blaise snorted, before he earned himself a slap from mattheo and a simple hand gesture that told him to get off the couch and find another place to plant his arse.

blaise was barely on his feet, emptying the spot next to mattheo, when pansy and you stepped into the common room.

"hey guys" pansy greeted before she let herself fall in between draco and enzo, half onto draco's lap, which the former only grunted at.

you smiled your usual smile, waving at you friends, before you walked around the couch on which mattheo was sitting. you held up the book you were carrying to him and mattheo immediately got into position.

he turned his body, so that his legs were now resting on the couch before him. he opened them up so you could slip between them, laying your head onto his tummy, as you opened your book and got comfortable.

mattheo softly started moving his fingers through your hair. theo, on the armchair on the left of both of you, raised his eyebrows. even draco lowered his newspaper for a second, to inspect your cuddly position.

"so, y/n" theo said "why don't you tell us something about your date with that seventh year ravenclaw?"

now it was mattheo's turn to furrow his brows. theo looked perfectly innocent, but mattheo recognized a hint of mischief in his blue eyes. blaise giggled into his fist like he had just witnissed the biggest burn and enzo looked between both theo and mattheo, wondering if the former was even allowed to ask such a question.

"oh" you smiled awkwardly, as you let your book sink onto your chest. "you mean leslie?"

theo nodded and watched mattheo's expression closely, who's face was full of disdain.

"go on" pansy smiled "you can tell them" she started giggling and you joined her laughter.

it was like a switch had been flipped as both you and pansy recalled the day a week before. you did not leave out one detail, from how the boy had asked you out to how the actual date went.

mattheo was not happy to hear what you had to say (or how pansy couldn't stop mentioning how handsome and attractive leslie was), but he had to admit that it was kind of funny to see theo's face fall more from minute to minute and how much regret was evident on it when you ended the story after half an hour.

it seemed like the only person who enjoyed listening was enzo, who spend most of his time asking about certain things you had said and if you had meant them in a flirting or normal way. mattheo had to admit to himself that it was probably his and the rest of the boys' fault that enzo outstretched the story with his unnecessary questions. it seemed like he wanted to make sure that nothing what happened the day before would repeat itself.

"was that everything you wanted to know?" you asked theo, admittedly a bit amused, as you noticed the panicked look on his face and the quick nod he was giving you.

"why didn't you tell me you had a date?" mattheo asked you and you almost broke your neck as you tried to look at him without sitting up.

"sorry, i didn't think it was that important" you shrugged "and i never thought that you wanted to hear anything about it, but now that i know that you guys are interested in that kind of conversation, we can speak about stuff like that more often"

it was only after pansy and you had excused yourself to go to bed, that there was a debrief happening in mattheo's and theo's room.

mattheo was walking from side to side, as the earlier events replayed themselves in his head.

"pansy and y/n are yappers" blaise noted matter of factly "and now you've actually gotten them to yap even more"

"thank you, theo" draco added sarcastically, while theo just shrugged his shoulders.

"i didn't know it would spiral into that" he excused "i was just trying to get someone to get off of his arse and talk to a certain someone, considering something between the two of them"

"it doesn't help anyone if you're talking in riddles" enzo rolled his eyes, before he got ellbowed by blaise, who pointed at the still walking mattheo. "oh" enzo nodded "you're talking about mattheo and—"

"what kind of name is leslie anyway?" mattheo cried, succesfully shutting enzo up.

"i mean have you seen the guy?" blaise laughed "his name should be the least of your concerns"

"thank you, blaise" mattheo nodded, spotting a sarcastic smile "very helpful actually"

"listen, mate" theo said and all eyes turned to him "i'm not saying you should just be happy about what's happened, but it's a bit your own fault"

"my own fault?" mattheo repeated stunned.

"he's not wrong" draco shrugged "if you had the balls to go and speak to y/n, we wouldn't even be talking about a guy who obviously has a girl's name"

"i mean i get alex, but what is unisex about leslie?" enzo looked between his friends, who all shrugged.

"can we stop mentioning his fucking name, please" mattheo threw up his hands helplessly.

"well, would you rather like to talk about his huge—"

"blaise!" both mattheo and theo called loudly.

blaise raised his arms, spotting a face of innocence "geez, chill i was talking about his arms. i mean the guy is jacked"

"yeah, we get the picture" mattheo rolled his eyes, before he changed the tone of his voice, trying to imitate pansy and you from earlier "he's so good looking and funny and—"

"he's read almost every book y/n has" enzo added and all of the boys looked at him.

"whose side are you on?" theo asked tiredly, rubbing his face and realizing in that second that he was not going to sleep any time soon.

"sorry, pansy's words, not mine"

"okay, well" mattheo exclaimed, his anger subsiding momentarily "what if i'm not that handsome or well-read? i always listen to her talk about her latest book, and i don't just act like i want to hear it, i really do and i could be such a better boyfriend than this lola guy"

"leslie" blaise corrected and immediately received a dirty look from mattheo.

"look, mate" draco interrupted the staring contest between blaise and mattheo. "whatever it is that has been going on between you and y/n, we've all had the pleasure to observe it this past few years. so i'm sure we're all are at a point now where we are just fucking tired. i'm begging you, just do something about this please" draco was more emotional than he had been in years and all his friends were surprised at the sudden concern for mattheo's and y/n's love life "for the love of god, i cannot bear to try and extend any friendly behaviour further than this group, so it would be kind of unfortunate for y/n's boyfriend if he isn't already part of it"

"well, aren't you just a ball of sunshine?" theo rolled his eyes.

"it's not easy being nice to all of you" draco send a side-eye in enzo's direction "even harder with certain people"

"hey!" enzo losely protested.

"i don't really care who she dates at this point" draco added "hell, let's give her blaise, at least he's not too restrained to actually do something"

"i'm not restrained" mattheo said with distain evident in his voice.

blaise smiled smugly, completely ignoring his friend. "i would show y/n a good time"

"what the fuck?!" mattheo turned to blaise with a look of betrayal "i'd rather have lucy--"

"leslie"

"--have her before you do" mattheo finished.

"this is really not the point now is it?" enzo asked, with a helpless look in theo's direction.

"enzo's right, as weird as that sounds" theo nodded "you have to do something and you have to do it fast, before she's losing the least bit of liking she seemingly has for you"

"i really have to thank you guys for your deep and honest trust in me and my abilities"

"well you've practically spend the last six years simping for her, so excuse us if we're not quite seeing the end of that yet" draco snorted.

"yeah, fine, whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "even though all of you were wrong in many things, you're right about y/n, i'll tell her first thing tomorrow"

"tell her what exactly?"

"ehh, that i'm in love with her" mattheo said as if it was obvious.

"a bit rushed isn't it?" enzo asked, exchanging a look with draco, who seemed just as critical.

"what?" mattheo asked helplessly "wasn't that what you all wanted? i mean lilly certainly didn't waste any time"

"leslie" blaise corrected once again "asked her out on a date first. maybe you could really learn something from him. i hear he's quite smart"

"are you gay?" draco suddenly asked and enzo snorted.

"i'm a realist" blaise answered "i like to scout out the competition, see what they've got on me"

"okay, sure, then i'll ask her on a date and tell her that i love her then. is that alright with you?"

"you should at least wait two to three months" draco advised.

"maybe four" enzo added.

"oh, heaven, i'm going to sleep" theo turned around and climbed into his bed.

the next morning, the slytherin boys were sitting in their usual spots at the slytherin table. there had been no sighting of either pansy or you yet, so mattheo had decided to ask you on a date during breakfast.

"what do you think is taking them so long?" he asked draco, while keeping a close eye to the entryway of the great hall.

draco, who was only a second away from answering, was quickly interrupted, when he got nudged by theo, who pointed at something - or rather someone - at the ravenclaw table.

"what?" mattheo turned his head, after draco had not answered and his friends seemed to have noticed something.

"they're already here" draco said softly, before both of his hands, landed on mattheo's shoulders, turning the boy's body in the right direction.

mattheo's eyes found you quickly. you were sitting next to an unfamiliar boy, pansy across from the both of you. you were engaged in a seemingly friendly conversation, throwing your head back laughing from time to time.

"lydia" mattheo said between clenched teeth his voice close to a growl.

"leslie" blaise corrected, matching the sound and tone of mattheo's voice.

mattheo stood up abruptly and all eyes followed him. "i'm gonna do something about this" he declared, before he started walking into the direction of the ravenclaw table.

"i think he could need some backup" blaise shrugged his shoulders, running after the boy, before one of the others could protest.

"hey" mattheo greeted when he arrived at the table. pansy furrowed her brows, but you smiled when your eyes fell on him, not noticing the angry tone in his voice.

"hey" leslie smiled. "mattheo, is it?"

"sure" mattheo sat down on the bench next to pansy without so much as another word.

"so, luna" mattheo began.

"ehh, my name is leslie actually" the older boy corrected.

"whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "nobody cares about that"

"i do" blaise quickly corrected, coming to a halt behind mattheo and outstretching his hand in leslie's direction "blaise zabini, big fan. what kind of book would you recommend to get girls?"

"i'm not sure i understand that question" leslie looked to you in confusion, but you just shook your head. "but, uh many girls like pride and prejudice by jane austen"

"ignore him" mattheo advised "you seem like you have everything in order, so i think it's the right time to ask what your intentions with y/n are"

"excuse me?" leslie asked stunned, while pansy snorted loudly. blaise nodded approvingly and you had your mouth and eyes wide open, not believing what you had just heard.

"well, young man" mattheo patted leslie's shoulder "we've all been your age once, so i don't think the question is too farfetched"

"i'm actually older than you" the ravenclaw looked to you helpingly "sorry, is he your brother or something?"

various different answers of no echoed around the table, followed by disgusted noises as pansy, mattheo, blaise and you answered the question at the same time.

"then why are you even asking that question?"

"well, lane" mattheo started, before he quickly added (successfully preventing someone to correct him) "y/n doesn't have a brother and her father is not here right now, so someone has to look out for her, right?"

"pretty sexist" pansy remarked "these aren't the 1800's, riddle"

mattheo shot pansy a quick glare before refocusing on leslie, determined to make his point. "look, i'm just trying to make sure you're treating her right," he stated, with an edge of jealousy in his voice.

leslie glanced at you, clearly bewildered. "i promise, y/n and i are just friends. we were talking about our shared interest in ancient runes."

"sure, just friends" blaise mumbled so only mattheo could hear.

"shared interest, huh?" mattheo leaned back, trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably. "is that what you call it these days?"

you couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. "mattheo, relax. leslie's just being friendly."

blaise, sensing the awkward tension, decided to stir the pot a bit more. "yeah, mattheo, maybe you should take some lessons from leslie on how to charm a girl with ancient runes. it's clearly working."

mattheo shot blaise a look that could melt steel. "blaise, could you stop being helpful for once?"

blaise, feigning innocence, raised his arms.

mattheo, deciding he had seen enough, concluded it was time to pull out the big guns. "so have you kissed yet? because i have done that. kissed y/n i mean, not kissed someone in general"

"matty!" you scolded, feeling embarassed by his behaviour.

"no, we haven't actually" leslie shook his head, uncomfortably looking between the people around him.

"well, we've done a lot of things" mattheo continued, easily slipping back into the familiar cockiness he normally wore with pride, even if you had hit his leg under the table more than a few times already. "you should ask her about her first time" he muttered, winking at the older boy.

pansy, who had been drinking, accidentally spit some of her pumpkin juice on her plate and blaise's mouth was wide open.

"mattheo" you shrieked, quickly stubbling onto your feet "could i talk to you for a second? alone"

"whatever you want, love" mattheo winked at leslie once again, before he followed you out of the hall.

"so about ancient runes"

outside of the great hall, mattheo was standing across from you, head down, while you were ripping him a new one.

"what has gotten into you, matty?" you asked when you had finished screaming at him.

"i'm sorry" mattheo said truthfully "i had this great plan of asking you out this morning, but seeing you with him made me so jealous and realize that it's probably too late anyway, but it's my own fault."

"what are you even talking about?" you asked confused.

"i mean you're obviously going on a second date, right?" mattheo asked "you very clearly said how charming and handsome and smart he was"

"that's true, he is all of those things"

"cool" mattheo nodded and you swore you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes "i'm happy for you then"

"yeah seems like it" you giggled, before you shook your head "well, matty you knows, leslie is amazing--"

"i've never heard anyone been complimented so much than i have heard him in the last twenty hours"

"let me finish" you smiled "he's really great, but i'm not interested in him like that"

"you're not?"

you shook your head "i think we could become good friends, but nothing more"

"but why were you sitting with him then?"

"well, he had a book he wanted to lend me" you shrugged "and i was actually on my way back to our table when you interrupted"

"oh"

"yeah, oh" you smiled "if i had known you would take all of this so harshly, i would've told you about me telling leslie i'm not interested yesterday"

"okay, that's embarrassing" mattheo admitted "i should've spoken to you in private, before i made such a scene"

"yeah, you should have" you nodded. "so, are you going to ask me out?"

mattheo grinned at you, before he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer with one fast gesture, connecting your lips.

you pulled him close by the hem of his shirt. your fingers curling into the fabric as you deepened the kiss. his hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him. The world around you seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

his other hand moved up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. the kiss was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of his usual confidence and a softer side he reserved just for you. you could feel the intensity of his feelings, the months—years, even—of pent-up emotions pouring out in this single, breathtaking moment.

your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel his racing too. it was as if all the teasing, all the uncertainty, had culminated in this moment. his lips were soft yet demanding, and you responded eagerly, your fingers now moving to tangle in his hair.

you both were breathless when you broke the kiss, heavy breathing quickly turning into laughing about how both of you had acted like idiots.

"we should get pansy and blaise and return to the others, right?" you asked and mattheo nodded eagerly.

"but you'll go out with me, yeah?"

"i think we're already past that" you joked, hinting at the years of longing gazes and physical affection between the both of you. "but sure"

you walked back into the hall holding hands, while blaise and pansy were already waiting for you.

"what happened to layla?" mattheo asked, trying to catch sight of the boy on the ravenclaw table.

"leslie—"

"—left, after blaise had gone a bit too far, asking for flirting advice"

"oh god" you hid your face in your hand "i can take you guys nowhere"

"well, you've got enough friends already, haven't you?" mattheo nudged your shoulder, as pansy's eyes fell on your connected hands.

"took you long enough" she smiled, before all of you walked into the direction of the slytherin table.

as you approached, the group noticed your intertwined hands. draco, theo, and enzo exchanged knowing glances.

"finally," theo remarked, leaning back in his seat. "i was starting to think you'd never figure it out“

draco smirked, lowering his newspaper. "i suppose this means i don’t have to pretend to be friendly to more people than absolutely necessary now"

"i think we're all just relieved we don’t have to hear more about leslie and his 'charms'" enzo grinned.

"speaking of which," draco said, looking at you and mattheo, "how did that go?"

"oh, you know“ you replied with a smirk "mattheo decided to mark his territory in the most subtle way possible“

"well, at least he's more direct than other people" theo almost giggled "i just have to imagine enzo recalling and telling holly anything he could remember from our flying classes"

"i'm sorry that i genuinely thought she wanted to know that"

"when these two can get it together, you'll get there too some day" pansy nudged enzo's shoulder and the boy send her a grateful smile.

"who needs enemies when you have friends like this" mattheo laughed with a roll of his eyes.

blaise chuckled, leaning back in his chair. " hey, at least we keep each other entertained"

enzo grinned, shooting a playful glare at blaise. "yeah, and who else would i have to embarrass myself in front of if not for you lot?"

draco raised an eyebrow at that "well, enzo, it's a good thing you have us to keep you humble“

theo nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "exactly. otherwise, you might start thinking you're actually good at flying"

"now this is just unfair, you're telling me she was not only flirting, but lying too?" enzo exclaimed frustrated.

"you can't always have everything" blaise shrugged, taking a look at the vacant spot leslie had left at the ravenclaw table "at least that way there are still girls left for the rest of us"

"you do realize that y/n is not really left anymore, right?" theo ellbowed the other boy.

"well, y/n" blaise smirked "i'm sure mattheo has never even seen a copy of jane austens pride and prejudice, but guess who read it, you're right this lovely—"

"oh hell no" mattheo quickly shook his head, as he clasped a hand over blaise's mouth. "don't you even start, bethany"

[suugarbabe]

manchild - mattheo riddle

summary: you love matty but sometimes he can be…a lot

warnings: none

an: a sab & micah yap brought to you live

You flopped down on to the sofa unceremoniously, letting out a slightly dramatic groan before resting your head on Enzo’s shoulder next to you. He gave your knee a light squeeze as he bit his lip to hold his laughter.

“Tough day?” Pansy asked from the chaise across from you. You nodded, slipping down from Enzo’s shoulder to lay your head in his lap and hang your legs off the arm of the sofa.

“Tough, frustrating. Potato, patato, right?” You waved your hand in the air before punching the bridge of your nose. “Matty’s just kind of putting me through the ringer today.”

Enzo tilted his head to the side, “What’d he do this time?”

You let out a long sigh, “It’s just- I love my boyfriend. I really do; he’s my lover boy. My baby, my sweet boy-”

“Gag,” Enzo’s bounced his legs up making your head lift and fall slightly.

You smacked his stomach, “Oh shut it…Like I was saying, I love him but sometimes he’s just kind of like..”

Theo smirked to himself, “Stupid?”

You smiled but shook your head, “No, Teddy, I was going to say-”

“Slow?” Pansy interjected.

You playfully glared in her direction, “No, not that either. It’s more so-”

“Useless?” Enzo smiled down at you before yelping at you pinching his side.

“Mean Enzie!” You fought a giggle as you pushed his hand away from your hip where he tried to retaliate.

“He’s kind of like a manchild,” you managed to get out between scolding Enzo and slapping his hands away. “I swear the type always comes running to me.”

Theo snorted, “Fanculo la tua vita, huh babe?”

You grinned at him, “Truly. Can’t let little ol’ innocent me be.” You threw your arm over your forehead on faux dramatics, “Before me, I swear he didn’t know anything about self-care. His curls were dying of thirst before I came along.”

“Yeah, without you half his brain isn’t there,” Enzo joked, laughing to himself.

You shook your head, “I just don’t understand how he can be so sexy one moment and the next he’s just so..”

“Dumb?” Theo finished, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

You gave him the finger, but his smile only grew.

Pansy giggled at the interaction, “How has he survived the earth so long? I swear if you weren’t here half the things he needed to do wouldn’t get done.”

You turned on your side, Enzo running his fingers through your hair. You relished the feeling before responding to Pansy, “I choose to blame his mum.”

The other three nodded in unison.

“Blame who’s mum?” Mattheo walked over to where the lot of you sat, picking up only the tail end of the conversation.

He lifted your legs to sit on the sofa before lowering them on his lap. He looked between everyone, clearly still waiting on a response.

Enzo stumbled over his words slightly, “Oh, erm, Malfoy’s. Just saying she er-”

“Does everything for him,” Pansy finished.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, “You have no idea. I love Auntie Cissy but she really raised Draco to be kind of a manchild.”

The group couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

@musingsofahufflepuff 😌

[ur-local-wizard]

Eye of the Storm (Part 2)

Your desk partner leaves his notebook after class, and you’re struck by the beauty of its contents.

Here's part 2!! Sorry it took so long. So many versions of this were written. Still not entirely happy with this one, but oh well. (Not much fluff in this one either, mainly angst. And obviously no smut either.)

characters are college age, mattheo riddle x fem!reader, whipped!mattheo, use of y/n, slight obsession, stalking implied(?), characters are adults, pov switch, i think that's it

w/c: 658

nav masterlist

°˖➶ part 1 part 3

Reader's POV:

Slamming the door behind yourself, you stumbled into your dorm – bag sliding off your shoulders and falling to the floor. Grabbing Mattheo’s notebook, you walked to your bed and laid down, staring at the pages in your hands. After a little contemplation, you decided to open it. 

You were greeted with a compilation of sketches. Things like nature scenes, ornate architecture, people, etc. Some of the drawings were of things you recognize, some of things you didn’t. But what really caught your attention is the same drawing from earlier.

Upon closer inspection, you realized that Theo was right. It really was your eye. But not how you’re used to seeing it in the mirror. He captured more emotion, more life than what you normally notice. It was breathtaking… and a little intimidating; solely because of the amount of time and effort he must have put into all this. 

As you flipped through the notebook, the drawings progressed from objects to anatomy. It seemed to all be of a girl – side profiles, views from behind her, different individual features. For example, there’s a drawing of a girl in a library, the viewer facing her back. She’s reaching for a book high on a shelf. Her tote bag caught your eye, it was full of what looked like books and stationary. On the front was an intricate design of a rose.

You looked up, and the exact tote bag is hanging on a coat rack by the door. A quiet gasp escaped your lips, and you snapped the book shut. “Why is Mattheo drawing me of all people? How is he getting all these details about me in the first place?” You ask yourself, staring at the sketchbook in front of you. 

You stand up and slip some shoes on, grabbing the book again as you hurry out of your dorm. Time to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is.

Mattheo’s POV:

Mattheo laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was spinning – all he could think about was her. Her annoying cheerfulness, the way her smile lights up her face. It was infuriating; the way she burrowed herself into his thoughts so effortlessly, despite his best efforts to ignore her. But he just couldn’t help falling for her – couldn’t resist the magnetic pull she had on him. And the worst part? He hasn't told anyone. 

Deciding he’s had enough of sulking, Mattheo sat up and walked to his desk. Sketching her always helps to clear his mind. As he opened his bag, reaching in for his sketchbook, he discovered it wasn’t there. Panicking, he flipped it over, dumping out its contents, and still the sketchbook was nowhere to be seen. Searching for it, he slammed open every drawer he could find. Desk drawers, dresser drawers, his sock drawer at the bottom of his wardrobe; nothing was left unturned. The boy even looked under his bed. 

Still, it was absolutely nowhere.

A knock sounded on his dorm door, and his head snapped up in response. Standing up, he slowly approached it. His heart pounded so fast he could swear he heard the blood rushing through his veins. 

All he could think was, “Where's my sketchbook? Who the hell is at my door? Fuck- I’m shaking.” 

He cast one last look at his ruined bedroom before opening the door with trembling hands. Standing in the hallway, eyes wide with fear, was Y/n. He ran a hand through his messy hair, suddenly self-conscious. “Why is she here? Is she okay? She looks terrified… Am I the one scaring her?” His thoughts were jumbled, and he stared at her with concern for a few moments before stepping aside, holding the door open. 

“Please, come in. Sorry, my room is a mess… I lost something,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft with her. He was afraid of scaring her more. But as she passed him, he saw his sketchbook in her hands. Shit.

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[allurearia]

Are you ladies alright?

Where Mattheo certainty didn't expect you of all people to open the door.

Mattheo riddle x reader. Fluff!!

 It was a typical Friday evening at Hogwarts, Marking the end of a busy week for everyone. Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo were lounging in the Slytherin common room, bored out of their minds.

“Alright, I’ve got an idea,” Mattheo said with a smirk.

“What are you scheming now? Mattheo” Theodore asked, already suspicious.

Mattheo chuckled, tossing a ball of paper  he had folded up after fucking up his notes in charms and spilling ink over it. “You know that Muggle TikTok thing? Where a guy stands in front of a girl’s door, knocks, and someone throws a ball just in time for him to catch it and be all suave? I say we do it.”

Lorenzo laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Come on, you can’t tell me this won’t be fun. Besides, it’s not like we’ve got anything better to do.”

Theodore sighed but couldn’t hide his grin. “Alright, I’m in. Who’s the target?”

Mattheo’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just start with Pansy’s dorm.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “You're sure about that?”

Mattheo just shrugged, unbothered. “What could go wrong?”

The three of them made their way to the girls' dormitory, carefully slipping past a prefect who knew better than to stop them at this point. They reached Pansy’s door, and Mattheo took his place in front of it. Theodore held the ball, and Lorenzo stood a little to the side, ready to jump in if the ball Theo throws suddenly changed paths.

Mattheo knocked on the door, face completely calm as if this was the most normal thing in the world. They could hear what they assumed to be Pansy’s footsteps approaching, the door creaking open just a crack.

But instead of Pansy, you stood there.

You had been hanging out in Pansy's dorm, just chatting and relaxing after the hectic week you all had, completely unaware of the chaos awaiting you on the other side of the door. The moment you appeared, everything froze.

Theo, ready to throw, panicked slightly spotting you first. His throw went way off course and slammed directly into Mattheo's chest instead of near his head where his hands were cupped to catch. Mattheo winced, muttering a low "bloody hell" under his breath as the ball rolled off his chest. He quickly scrambled to grab it, hoping to salvage the moment.

Despite the mishap, Mattheo was determined to play it cool. He turned around, ball in hand, and prepared to deliver the line but then he saw you.

His breath caught in his throat. Instead of Pansy’s usual sarcastic smirk or dismissive eye roll, he was greeted by your soft, curious expression. For a moment, Mattheo’s mind went blank. You stood there, looking effortlessly radiant in the dim hallway light, and all of his usual confidence seemed to fade away.

You blinked at him, clearly confused but amused. A small, awkward smile played on your lips, as if you were trying to figure out what exactly was going on but found the whole thing oddly funny.

Mattheo stared for a moment too long, the ball still clutched in his hand as he tried to remember what he was supposed to say. His heart pounded in his chest, not because of the ball that had just hit him, but because he wasn’t expecting you to be the one opening the door.

Finally, he managed to find his voice, but it wasn’t the smooth, cocky tone he was aiming for. “Uh… are you ladies alright?”

It came out awkwardly, almost like a question he wasn’t even sure of himself.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, biting your lip to hold back more giggles. Your reaction made the whole situation even more endearing, and Mattheo felt his cheeks heat up, though he'd never admit it.

After a brief moment of awkward silence, you gave him a warm, amused smile, nodding slightly. “Yeah… we’re alright,” you replied with a chuckle, not really knowing what else to say. You shot a final glance at the trio behind him and then gently closed the door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, there was a beat of silence before Lorenzo and Theo erupted into laughter. Lorenzo clutched his stomach, practically howling. “Oh, Merlin Mattheo, you were speechless! Absolutely speechless!”

Theo wiped a fake tear from his eye, grinning wickedly. “You should’ve seen your face! All that attitude gone the moment you saw her. You looked like a lost puppy.”

Mattheo’s ears turned red as he glared at his two friends. “Shut up,” he muttered darkly, still gripping the ball in his hand as if it were Theo’s head he wanted to crush. “You’re the one who can’t throw for shit.”

“Oh, blame it on the throw, sure. But we all saw what really happened,” Theo teased, nudging Lorenzo. “Man gets taken down by a pretty girl. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw, trying to shake off the flustered feeling creeping up his stoamch. “I’d worry about your Quidditch skills if I were you, Theo. Chaser with an arm like that? Surprised you haven’t been benched.”

Theo only laughed harder. “Mate, I don’t think Quidditch is the real problem here.”

Lorenzo, still grinning from ear to ear, slapped Mattheo on the back. “Hey, don’t worry, Riddle. It seems like you've finally met someone who knows how to make you shut the fuck up for once”  

Mattheo glowered at both of them, but deep down, his mind was still replaying the way you had smiled at him before closing the door.

Even if he’d never admit it out loud, he knew he was in trouble.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Pt - 2 "is the lady alright?"

[riddlesrizzler]

Cupcake Kisses

summary: your new lip gloss has sent mattheo into a frenzy. characters: bf! mattheo. reader. mentions of slytherin boys. warnings: none just fluff :) word count: 831

It had been an ordinary Saturday morning-soft sunlight filtering through the enchanted windows of Hogwarts, warm enough to melt the frost from the grass, but still kissed with winter chill. You’d bundled up in your favorite coat and scarf, Mattheo trailing behind you with his usual confident swagger as the two of you wandered through Hogsmeade.

You hadn’t meant to go into the little apothecary-slash-beauty shop nestled between the stone shops, but something about the warm lighting and the soft pastel decor called to you. It smelled like sugar and lavender inside, shelves glittering with bottles and balms, lip glosses, and enchanted perfumes. You wandered in, and Mattheo let out a sigh but followed anyway, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.

You were drawn to the display of lip glosses near the front-each tube sparkling like a potion, promising scents like “Strawberry Dream” and “Marshmallow Mischief.” But one stood out in particular: Sugar Rush - Cupcake Scented. The tester glimmered with the faintest pink sheen and, curious, you dabbed some onto your fingertip and brought it to your lips.

Immediately, you smiled. It smelled like vanilla cupcakes fresh out of the oven.

You bought it on the spot, not even waiting for Mattheo’s teasing to start.

-

Back in the Slytherin common room later that evening, you were lounging on the emerald green sofa, blanket tucked around your legs, a book balanced on your knee. You’d applied the gloss again simply because the scent made you happy. You barely even noticed when Mattheo dropped down beside you with a groan.

“Bloody freezing outside,” he muttered, shaking out his coat and rubbing his hands together.

You hummed sympathetically but didn’t look up. That changed quickly when Mattheo suddenly turned to stare at you-eyes narrowed, head tilted.

“What?” you asked, blinking.

He leaned in slightly. “You smell… sweet.”

You giggled. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You smell like… cupcakes.”

You flushed. “Oh! It’s my new lip gloss. I got it when we went shopping in Hogsmeade. It’s cupcake scented.”

Mattheo reached over and plucked the tube from the table where you’d left it. “This tiny thing is responsible for me wanting to kiss you every five seconds now?”

You raised a brow. “You already kiss me every five seconds.”

He smirked. “Exactly. Now I have a reason.”

Without warning, he leaned in and kissed you-soft and slow, savoring the scent. His hand cradled your jaw like you were made of porcelain, and when he pulled away, his eyes were glazed over.

“Merlin, you taste like sugar.”

You rolled your eyes, flustered. “It’s just lip gloss, Mattheo.”

“No,” he said, tugging you gently into his lap. “It’s dangerous. You’ve weaponized cupcakes.”

From the nearby chairs, Theo and Enzo looked up from their game of Wizard’s Chess.

“What’s dangerous?” Enzo asked, curiously eyeing the two of you tangled on the couch.

“Apparently,” Mattheo said, nuzzling into your neck, “my girlfriend’s lip gloss.”

Theo snorted. “Let me guess-cupcake flavored?”

“How did you-?”

“You’re literally sniffing her like a bloodhound,” Draco deadpanned from where he was studying at the table.

Blaise smirked. “At least he’s obsessed with sugar and not hexes for once.”

Mattheo didn’t respond. His attention was completely on you-fingers tracing circles on your thigh, eyes hooded with the soft kind of love that made your heart flutter. Every time you shifted or smiled, he leaned in for another kiss.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered against his lips.

“And you’re a walking bakery,” he said smugly. “And now I’m addicted.”

-

You spent the next few days noticing his behavior getting worse.

He’d sneak kisses in the middle of class, behind bookcases in the library, and even once during breakfast while you were sipping pumpkin juice. All because you wore the cupcake lip gloss.

At one point, you caught him digging through your bag looking for it.

“Mattheo!”

“What?! I needed a hit.”

“You act like it’s a drug!”

“It is!” he exclaimed, holding the tube up like a precious gem. “You don’t understand what this does to me, darling.”

Eventually, you were nearly out of the gloss. You were sitting on his bed in his dorm room, cross-legged in one of his oversized sweaters, carefully applying the last of it with your fingertip. Mattheo sat beside you, watching like a hawk.

“You should get more of that stuff,” he muttered.

You looked at him, amused. “You want me to always smell like dessert?”

He gave you a look. “You already are dessert.”

You laughed, cheeks glowing as he crawled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You could smell like nothing and I’d still be obsessed with you,” he murmured. “But this… this is just unfair.”

You leaned back into him, smiling. “So you really love it?”

“I really love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But yes. The gloss too.”

And then he kissed you again.

Warm. Sweet. Full of cupcake-flavored love.

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 11

a spark

14 april 1996

Mattheo’s POV 

“You’re la-” 

“Yeah, yeah I know,” I cut Mia off as I rush down the hall to meet her. She is standing against the wall outside the prefects’ office and I can’t help as my eyes rove up and down her body. Her long auburn hair is braided away from her face, the braid pulled to hang over her shoulder, and she’s foregone a uniform sweater in the warming weather. Her white blouse is tight against her figure, her long legs clad in knee high socks instead of her usual tights; the same outfit that had me distracted all through our shared lessons today. Lately, no matter how she wears her uniform I find her distracting.

“You ready?” She asks me, drawing my eyes back up to her eyes rather than her long legs. Her tilted head and cocky smirk on her lips tell me she caught me checking her out and I look down the hall, nodding. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” I say, not waiting for Mia before I start walking. She jogs a few steps to catch up with me and falls into step. 

“What took you so long?” She asks casually. 

“Quidditch,” I say simply. It’s not totally the truth but it's not a lie either. I did have practice. Over the last month both Gryffindor and Slytherin teams have been practicing nonstop, often having to fight for pitch time, in anticipation of the final match coming this weekend. Tensions are running high between the rival houses and plenty of fights have broken out this week alone (only one of which I was involved in, by the way). Slytherin is ahead by 200 points and Marcus is fairly confident in our position but I’m not so sure. To be honest, I think Gryffindor wants the Cup more than we do. 

But while animosity between our houses has been growing, a different kind of tension is growing between Mia and myself, one I’m not so sure is a good thing. We’ve found each other on the Astronomy Tower for a smoke multiple times in the last few months, taking turns bumming cigarettes and staying there far longer than we would if either of us was there alone. I find myself constantly distracted by her, even when she is nowhere to be found. And when she is around I can’t help but be drawn into her magnetic field, my eyes roaming and words flirtatious. 

When I got back from practice, Elladora had laid into me about how I am spending too much time with Mia and that I should skip rounds to hang out with them instead. Me saying no was not taken well. I think my friends are starting to suspect there’s more to my relationship with Mia than I’ve told them even though there is nothing… Okay, maybe there is a little something but I’ll be cursed before I tell my friends that. Besides, nothing can happen between Mia and I and nothing will. Euphemia Potter is far too good for me. A better, stronger man would keep his distance but I’ve never claimed to be a good man and when it comes to Mia I’m finding I’m weaker than I’d care to admit. 

“So, how was practice?” She asks, pulling me out of my thoughts and I shoot her a dubious look out of the corner of my eye. “What? I’m making conversation not trying to spy,” she says sarcastically, dragging out the last word. 

“Was fine. Normal,” I respond vaguely. 

“Broom fly, swing bat, hit bludger, scowl, so on?” Mia jokes, making me smile slightly and shake my head. 

“You’ve got me down, princess,” I chuckle. “What about you? Feeling ready?” 

“I’m always ready, Riddle,” Mia quips back, a mischievous look on her face, winking at me playfully as we keep walking. I laugh and turn away, looking down the hall. We walk in silence for a little while until we pass by the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and I stop. 

“You know what? Screw prefect shit, let’s go smoke or something. I’m knackered from practice, I could use a break,” I propose suddenly, pointing up the stairs.

“What? We can���t do that,” Mia protests, searching my face as if she’s not sure if I’m joking or not. 

“Why not? If anyone catches us we’ll just say we thought we heard something in the Astronomy Tower and we were just checking it out. Perfect cover,” I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets as I look down at Mia. She watches me for a long moment before a smile splits her face and she chuckles. 

“Alright, fuck it. Let’s go,” she says, climbing the first few stairs. When I don’t immediately follow her, she turns around, the stairs making her tall enough to look down at me. “Well?” She asks, tilting her head. I smile and follow after her, my longer legs catching up to her easily and we climb up the tower side by side. 

✦

“No, no, just really focus on where you want the magic to come from. Like instead of the tip of your wand it’s your fingertip,” she explains, snapping her fingers again and producing a small and steady flame, lighting up her face in the moonlight. We’re sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, cigarettes long gone, and facing each other as Mia tries to teach me her wandless magic trick. I grit my teeth and, focusing on my fingertips, snap my fingers over and over until a small spark emerges. “Yes! You almost had it!” Mia cheers, her face excited. 

“This is ridiculous, how did you figure this out by yourself?” I ask, growing frustrated. 

“Don’t get frustrated, you have no idea how long it took me. You’re getting it faster than I did,” she says, adjusting slightly and causing our knees to brush. 

“I couldn’t believe you less,” I deadpan, leaning forward towards Mia with my eyes narrowed. She reels back, feigning offense. 

“You don’t trust me? Don’t I look trustworthy?” She asks, looking up at me with wide innocent eyes, our height difference large enough that even sitting she has to look up to meet my eyes. I don’t answer, caught up for a moment in her expression. “C’mon, try again,” she presses, reaching forward to graze my hand, sending shivers up my arm which doesn’t help at all with focusing. I take a deep breath and snap, producing a small burst of a flame that goes out as quickly as it lit but still Mia cheers, clapping her hands at my dismal display. 

“Your enthusiasm is wasted on that. You’re a good teacher, though,” I say, leaning back on my hands and stretching my legs out, resting them next to Mia’s. 

“Thanks,” she responds, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she fiddles with her ring. 

“You could come back and teach here. Wandless magic 101 or something.” She laughs at that. 

“Yeah, that’s the dream. Graduate school just to come back and do it for the rest of my life,” she says sarcastically. 

“Alright then, if not teaching then what do you want to do after Hogwarts?” I ask, trying to picture her in some stuffy suit or uniform, taking notes in a boardroom of some kind. 

“I don’t know. Honestly passing O.W.L.s and finding an apartment is about as far into the future as I can think right now,” she says, adjusting so her back is against one of the stone pillars and her legs extend out next to mind; the bare skin of her legs pale in the early moonlight. 

“An apartment? Getting out of the muggles’ place then?”

“Yeah, I’m 18 now and the Ministry granted me custody of Harry a few months back so I’ve got to find somewhere for us to live,” she says, a smile on her face at the idea of being on her own. I can’t help but be surprised and a little impressed, I can barely take care of myself most of the time yet here is this girl the same age as me who is willingly taking on the burden of caring for her brother and is happy about it. 

“That’s great, Mia. I’m happy for you,” I say genuinely and Mia looks at me with a bewildered expression. “What?” 

“Nothing,” she chuckles, “Just never expected Mattheo bloody Riddle would ever be happy for me is all.” 

“Yeah well, to be fair, I never expected to be happy for Euphemia fucking Potter either,” I respond with a deep chuckle. 

“It has been a weird year, hasn’t it?” Mia says with a laugh, watching me for a moment. “So, what about you? What are your plans after school?” 

“My mum wants me to work at the Ministry,” I respond with a shrug. 

“Okay, but what do you want?” I watch her for a moment before answering, surprised that she cares enough to ask and listen. 

“To not just be known by my last name. To be free of my father’s legacy and be my own person for once,” I admit after a moment. Something I’ve never told anyone else before, something I’ve barely even admitted to myself. “Beyond that, I’m not sure.”

“I get that,” Mia says after a moment, nodding. “Sometimes I think about just dropping everything and running off somewhere far away. Work in some Muggle pub or shop or something and just… be free of it all.” Her face turns wistful as she speaks, dreaming of a life she won’t allow herself to have, caring too much for the people in her life to commit to it. 

“Got any room for one more?” I ask, half kidding, half not.

“We’d kill each other two days in,” Mia laughs. 

“I don’t know, you’re kind of growing on me, princess,” I chuckle, sitting up and leaning towards her. I watch as her face splits into a smile, her mouth opening to respond but she’s interrupted by a voice from below the stairs. 

“Filch,” she whispers, and we both look down at our watches. It's nearly midnight, an hour past when our rounds are supposed to end meaning we no longer have an excuse for being out. “Shit, I didn’t even realize how late it is.” I look around the tower quickly and see a broom cupboard on the other side of the room. I stand and motion for Mia to follow me; it's not ideal but it will have to work. 

“Quick, in here!” I whisper, pulling the broom closet door open. Mia’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. 

“Matt-” 

“Mia, I know but we have to hide.” She weighs her options for a moment before reluctantly, stepping inside the closet, her fists clenched tightly as I step in with her and close the door, the closet so small it's near impossible for us to not be pressed against each other. I reach out to take one of her hands in mine, her eyes flying open to look at me. “Just breathe, you’re okay,” I whisper to her, her breath unsteady, her eyes never leaving mine. I squeeze her hand gently, my thumb caressing the back of her hand, the raised skin of her lightning bolt scar under the pad of my thumb. 

I can hear Filch and Mrs. Norris, his creepy cat, just outside the door. Suddenly, the door rattles behind my back and Mia squeezes her eyes shut, her breath increasing. “Hey, hey stay with me,” I whisper, my free hand to hook a finger under her chin, her eyes open again, fear more present in them than before, and I tilt her face up to look at me. “You’re safe, I’m not gonna let anything hurt you,” I whisper, and the scariest thing is I mean it and I can tell she believes me. I look down at her and all the world slips away; all I’m aware of is her and the beat of my heart, so loud in my ears I’m certain she can hear it as well. Time slows and I don’t know how long we stand there, staring at each other, frozen in fear of being caught or breaking the moment. 

But then Filch grumbles something to Mrs. Norris and their footsteps recede down the stairs and my hands drop to my sides. Heat creeps into my face as I turn and open the door, stepping aside for Mia. She steps out quickly, taking a deep breath with her eyes focused on the dark expanse beyond the tower, moving to the edge and gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turn white.“You okay?” I ask softly. 

“Yeah,” she says after a moment, turning back to me with flushed cheeks. “I hope we don’t make a habit of being in broom cupboards together,” she jokes, a little breathless. 

“Most girls don’t mind,” I brag out of habit and immediately regret it. I have a reputation for sleeping around and normally I don’t mind, but Mia is different. She’s so different to me that I’m never entirely sure how to act. But she laughs and rolls her eyes. 

“Oh I’m sure,” she laughs, the air between us turning awkward. “We should probably head back.” 

“Yeah, yeah probably.” We slowly climb down the stairs, careful to be quiet so as not to draw Filch back. When we finally reach the bottom of the stairs, my dorm one direction and Mia’s in another, I turn to look at her, wishing I could rewind time by about 5 minutes. 

“Goodnight, see you on the pitch on Saturday. I’ll be the one scoring all the goals,” Mia says with a soft smile, her voice playful as she turns in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. 

“Goodnight,” I whisper and watch as she smiles and turns around, walking down the hall and out of my sight, knowing I won’t stop thinking about her pressed against me in that closet all night. 

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