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ahqkas · 1 year ago

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♯ BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE ; mattheo riddle

❛ when you cycled by

here began all my dreams ❜

PAIRING! mattheo riddle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! the countless nights he spends fighting over any sized inconveniences were getting to him. he didn’t even think about visiting the professional medic to patch his wounds, not when he had you (based on this req.!!)

WORD COUNT! 2.9k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fighting, blood, angst + fluff, kissing, violence, rage filled + soft mattheo, slytherin reader, friends to lovers, lovesick idiots

NOTES! my man my man my man

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

TO MATTHEO RIDDLE, FIGHTING FELT LIKE A SECOND HOME. He could insert all of his rage and anger into the punches and kicks because it was required to do so. You wouldn't throw a good punch if you didn't put your emotions into the action and so that's exactly what he did. Fought with his emotions.

The courtyard was a peaceful place for the students of Hogwarts to relax for once, bringing a sense of peacefulness with its stone pathways and patches of greenery. The yard was often filled with laughter and conversations for everyone to hear. But on some days, you could hear more than the good nature of people. Curse words and spells casted at another, yells and shouts of anger. The same goes for violent actions. The sickening snaps of bones and emotional sounds from the audience that gathered around the ongoing fight was heard for miles away.

The same goes for today.

The joyful laughter quickly turned into terrifying shouts when a nearby fight broke out among the students in green robes. Slytherins fought the most. Mattheo Riddle fought the most.

A small group of onlookers had gathered around him and another boy, his robes the same green color to match Mattheo's. Their hushed whispers and excited yells were echoing through the halls, bringing even more attention to the crowd. Just exactly what they needed.

The other boy, Aaron Banks, stood with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, his arms crossed as he stood chest to chest with Mattheo. A dangerous combination, considering that Mattheo's bad temper could handle only this much and Aaron's instincts for his own life weren't working like they should. This situation screamed trouble.

"You really think you're something special, don't you, Riddle?" Aaron sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Just because of your name, you think you can walk around like you own the place."

Mattheo's eyes narrowed into a glare. If one looked deeply into his eyes, they would be able to see the dark storm brewing in their depths. "You don't know what you're talking about, Banks. Why don't you keep your mouth shut before you say something you'll regret?"

A mocking laugh escaped the other boy's throat, the sound harsh. "Oh, I think everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about. A Riddle will always be a Riddle. Trying to pretend you're better than the rest of us won't change that."

The crowd murmured among themselves, little jabs and comments about the two boys escaping from their lips. Bets were already in the making, money being thrown around like it meant nothing.

"Last warning, Banks. Walk away now," his jaw tightened, a muscle tickling in his cheek. He looked tense and if you looked close enough, you'd see his nails digging into the heel of his palm, trying to control his temper. He had promised to someone to do so.

"Or what? You'll run crying to daddy? Oh wait, you can't, can you?"

That was it. In an instant, all of the restraints Mattheo was trying to gain snapped away and he launched himself at Aaron Banks, who had a death wish in his eyes.

Mattheo's fist connected with Aaron's jaw in a bone-crushing punch. The audience could hear the sickening snap of a breaking bone and let out an empathic 'Oooh'. The boy's fate had already been written and no one would dare to stop the writer from his art work. They'd have a death wish as well. Aaron staggered back, more shocked than hurt at first, before he quickly recovered and his fists were flying toward another face.

The courtyard erupted into chaos of excitement and shouts of frustration as the two boys collided in a flurry of punches and shoves. Mattheo landed another hit to the boy's ribs, making him grunt in pain, which Aaron rewarded him with a swift uppercut that snapped Mattheo back.

Blood trickled from Mattheo's split lip, but he barely seemed to notice. With a snarl, he drove his shoulder to Aaron's chest, knocking them both to the ground. The two of them hit the floor hard and rolled across the cobblestones and grass.

"Fight! Fight!" some of the onlookers chanted, probably the ones who placed their money into a bet, their voices holding an edge of excitement as they watched the fight like muggleborns watched soccer matches on TV. Others tried calling for help, but their calls got lost in waves of noise.

Aaron managed to get on top, his fists raining down on Mattheo. A brutal punch on his cheek sent blood spraying on both his face and the ground beneath them, painting the green grass scarlet. With a burst of strength, Mattheo twisted around and reversed their positions, pinning Aaron beneath him. The Slytherin boy started landing a series of blows, each one hitting the blond harder and harder, with such a force it almost made his face look unrecognizable.

Aaron's nose finally cracked from the pressure Mattheo was punching with and blood gushed around his fingers as he tried to block the violence and shield his face. It didn't work.

"Had enough?"

"Stop! Both of you, stop this instant!" a voice boomed across the courtyard and the audience of students departed to make a way for the owner to walk through.

Professor McGonagall strode into the circle with her wand raised and eyes blazing with authority. The witch flickered her wand, and the boys were magically separated, levitating a few feet apart and struggling against the invisible force that held them. Mattheo was still seeping with rage, his eyes showing exactly what he wanted to do to the other boy.

"This is disgraceful!" her voice trembled with fury. "Both of you, to my office, now!"

Mattheo could see the few students that placed a bet on his behalf collecting galleons with a satisfied expressions on their faces.

The silence in Professor McGonagall's office was thick and oppressive, broken only by the ticking of an ancient clock on the wall. The room, usually a place quiet authority, now felt dangerous, like the eye of a storm. Mattheo Riddle and Aaron Banks stood before her desk, their faces bruised and swollen, their uniforms disheveled and splattered with blood.

Minerva McGonagall stood behind her desk, her expression a mask of controlled fury. Her eyes, sharp and unforgiving, darted between the two boys, assessing the damage and the simmering rage that still radiated from them.

"What, precisely, did you hope to achieve with this barbaric display?" McGonagall's voice was icy, each word clipped with disapproval. "Explain yourselves."

Aaron shifted uncomfortably, wiping at the blood still trickling from his nose before he spoke up first. "He started it, Professor," he muttered like a child, casting a resentful glance at Mattheo. "He couldn't handle a bit of teasing."

"A bit of teasing?" McGonagall's voice rose, incredulous. "You think this is acceptable behavior in response to teasing? Violence is never the answer, Mr. Banks. And you, Mr. Riddle, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Mattheo's jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on a point just above McGonagall's head. He refused to look at Aaron. "He insulted my family," he said quietly, but with a hard edge to his voice. "He went too far."

McGonagall's eyes softened, just a fraction, but her voice remained stern. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even herself, but the woman had a soft spot for the boy. "And you thought physical violence was the appropriate response? You are both old enough to know better. This kind of behavior is not tolerated at Hogwarts. We are a respected school, and such actions undermine everything we stand for."

She paused, letting her words sink in. The boys remained silent, their hostility now mingled with the sting of reprimand.

"What makes this even more disgraceful is that you're both members of Slytherin. Slytherin house values ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness. This situation not only reflects poorly on you but also on your house. You should be allies, supporting each other in your ambitions, not tearing each other down."

"You will both serve detention for the next month," McGonagall continued, her tone brooking no argument. "Every evening after classes, you will report to Mr. Filch. And you will write a letter of apology to each other. Not just a few lines, but a sincere apology. This kind of conduct must be addressed not just with punishment, but with understanding and reconciliation."

Aaron's face twisted in disgust, but he nodded. Mattheo, though still simmering with anger, gave a curt nod as well.

"Furthermore," McGonagall added, her eyes narrowing, "you will each receive fifty points deducted from your respective house. I hope this serves as a reminder of the consequences of your actions."

The silence that followed was heavy, both boys digesting the severity of their punishment. McGonagall's gaze softened slightly as she looked at them. "I understand that emotions can run high, especially with matters as personal as family. But you must learn to control yourselves, to find better ways to resolve conflicts. Violence only begets more violence."

The witch walked around her desk, standing closer to them. "You are both capable of better than this. I expect to see you prove that in the coming weeks."

With a final, stern look, she dismissed them. "You may go. Reflect on your actions and do better. Dismissed."

Mattheo and Aaron walked out of her office, the tension between them still palpable but now mingled with a grudging acknowledgment of the consequences they faced. The door closed behind them with a soft thud, leaving McGonagall in the quiet of her office, the ticking of the clock the only sound as she sighed, returning to her desk with the hope that the punishment would lead to some measure of understanding between the two boys.

Ignoring the sting of his split lip and the throbbing on his bruised jawline, Mattheo headed down the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the destination clear in his mind. The logical choice would have been the infirmary, where Madam Pomfrey would undoubtedly patch him up with expert care, even if it meant hearing the scolding she'd have prepared. But Mattheo wanted something different - someone different. He needed to see you.

Mattheo wouldn't call himself desperate but he wasn't far from being just that if it involved you.

The Slytherin common room was quieter than usual, the murmur of hushed conversations about today's fight between their two housemates barely audible over the crackling fire. Mattheo slipped past the few students lounging on the green leather couches, their eyes following him with curiosity and whispers trailing after his steps. He ignored them like always, his focus solely on reaching your dormitory.

Reaching the door to the girls' dormitory, he hesitated for a moment, then knocked softly. His bloody knuckles rapped on the wood of the door, each tap sounding more quiet. What was the worst that could happen? The door creaked open to reveal you, your eyes widening as you took in his battered appearance.

"Mattheo, what happened to you?" you whispered urgently, taking in the bruises and cuts marring his face.

"I got into a bit of a disagreement," he said, downplaying the severity of the fight because he knows how much you worry about him. Which he doesn't deserve, he thinks silently.

Your eyes narrowed, a mix of concern and frustration flashing across your face at his behavior. Mattheo Riddle stood at the entrance of your dorm, bloodied and visibly in pain. "You should be in the infirmary," you exclaimed, the tone of your voice firm but gentle.

The dark haired Slytherin shook his head. "I'd rather you patched me up," he admitted, his tone softening. "Please."

Sighing, you stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. "Alright, come in," you immediately went to help him in, taking most of his weight with the way you slung his arm around your shoulders, closing the door quietly behind him. Your dormitory was cozy, the dim light from a few enchanted candles casting a warm glow over the room.

"Sit," you ordered, pointing to a bed that probably belonged to you. The giveaway was the single snake plush he gave you for Christmas in the third year. Mattheo obeyed with a pleasant feeling spreading across his chest, sinking into the bed with a groan as the adrenaline from the fight wore off, leaving him acutely aware of the pain coursing through his body like a lightning.

You rummaged through a small trunk at the foot of your bed, pulling out a vial of healing potion and some clean cloths. Dipping a cloth in the potion and gently dabbing at the cut on his lip, your touch was both tender and precise as your palm met the side of his face that wasn't hurt that badly.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes.

"I've been told," he replied with a smirk, though it quickly faded into a wince. "But Banks had it coming."

"Even so, you need to control your temper," your fingers working deftly to clean the blood from his face. "You're better than this."

Mattheo's lips stretched into a grin despite the pain, causing you to wince at the new blood that started to ooze out of a cut on his bottom lip. Without another word, you took his jaw into your hand and angled his face so you could examine and attend to his injuries better. Your thumb brushed against the forming bruise in a comforting manner as your eyes locked. Your irises, a shade of [colour], met the brown of his ones. The dim lighting of the lamp cast a glow on your face and Mattheo could see the highlighted concern etched into your brows.

You have never looked so beautiful in his eyes. He felt a warmth spread through him, the sight of you dulled the pain more effectively than any potion could.

"There," you said finally, stepping back to examine your work. "That should hold you until you can see Pomfrey."

His hand, almost of its own accord, moved to the small of your back to keep you close to him. The warmth of your skin under his fingertips was electrifying, the soft fabric of your shirt having ridden up slightly. Mattheo caressed the bare skin there, his touch both gentle and hesitant, as if afraid to break the spell between you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, your eyes widening just a fraction, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, your own hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

He could be tough and rough around the edges, but he found himself melting in your presence.

The proximity was intoxicating. Mattheo could see the faint freckles across your nose, the way your eyelashes cast delicate shadows on your cheeks. He could feel your warmth seeping into him, a contrast to the cold reality of the world that brewed outside this moment. The world was dark out there, but he felt safe in your arms.

"[Name]," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, laced with a vulnerability he rarely showed, even in your presence. Your name felt like a plea, a confession, and a promise all at once.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering down to his lips for just a moment before meeting his eyes again. The tension between you was palpable, a taut string that could snap at any moment. His thumb traced small circles on your back, the simple motion sending shivers down your spine as he gazed up at you with those big brown eyes of his, his breath intertwining with yours. Mere inches kept you apart and he looked at you as if you've hung the moon on the dark sky and brought the stars with your heavenly beauty.

"Mattheo," you whispered back, voice trembling slightly. The sound of his name on your lips sent a jolt of desire through him, making it even harder to think clearly. Although, he couldn't think straight already.

Your breaths mingled in the small space that separated you, and Mattheo felt a pull, an almost irresistible urge to close the distance, to bridge the gap that had always seemed so close yet so far away. And so he did.

His hands, resting on the small of your back, pressed into you, urging you even nearer until you stood flushed between his legs.

Your hands, previously light on his chest, tightened their grip as you felt the heat radiating from his body. Your fingers trailed up to his face, where you angled his head slightly, silently urging him to meet your lips. Mattheo obliged, his heart pounding in both nervousness and excitement. Lord knows how long he wanted to do this.

With a surge of courage, Mattheo closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. It was like a spark igniting between you, a rush of emotions and longing finally being released. The kiss deepened, fueled by years of unspoken feelings and the intensity of the moment.

Mattheo's hands, now fully embracing you, held you close as if afraid you might slip away once he let go. You responded in kind, fingers tangling in his dark curl, anchoring him to you as he touched you nothing but love and passion.

Time seemed to stand still as you kissed, the world around you fading into insignificance. In that moment, there was only Mattheo and you, nothing mattered anymore. Not any stupid fight. Not any family problems. Just you two.

For in each other's arms, you had found love, love that would carry you through the darkest of times and cherish the brightest of eternity.

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angels-and-demons · 3 years ago

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Toby: "So Hansel and Gretel returned home and lived happily ever after."

[He closes the book, finishing the story.]

Toby: Wow, that was a wild ride.

Lilith: Yup.

Teddy: Awe faiwy tawes twue ow not twue?

Toby: Well, what do you mean by true?

Cedar: Did it happen for real life?

Toby: Well, no.

Teddy: Phew!

Toby: But it's got true things in them.

Cedar: Like what?

Toby: Like, y'know, it's not good to be greedy ‘n' stuff, and if you’re brave and honest, things will work out!

Teddy: Oh, yeah.

Toby: Hey, you want to hear a fairy tale that is true?

Cedar and Lilith: Yes please!

Toby: Laying down, while the kids get together to hear it. It's about a mean brother who ends up good, and it's got a curse in it, and even a prince!

Teddy: Wooww..

Lilith: And it happened in real life?

Toby: Yeah, you know how I know?

Girls: How?

Toby: Cause it happened to me!

Kids: Oooh!

Toby: This story is set a long long time ago, in a place called the 90's.

[10 year old Toby can be seen riding a bike, then zooming out to see his siblings, Lyra and Cody.]

Toby: That's me when I was 10 years old, on holiday with Aunt Lyra and Uncle Cody.

[Cutting back to the present day, oh boy this is gonna get repetitive.]

Lilith: Hang on, where's your helmet?

Toby: This was the 90's, man, there were no helmets! It was a wild place.

[Cutting back to flashback]

Toby: Trampolines with no nets, your mom wrote your name on everything, BMX seats were high, music was on cassettes, and skids were big.

[It cuts to Toby skidding, then Lyra.]

Flashback Toby: Woah, good skid, Lyra!

[Cody tries to skid, but what comes out is a screeching sound.]

Flashback Toby: You can't skid, Codes!

Flashback Cody: Yes I can!

Flashback Toby: No you can't! And mom wants you!

Flashback Cody: Huh?

Flashback Toby: Make you look! Haha! SUFFER!

[Cutting back to the present day. The kids all gasp.]

Teddy: You’we teasing Uncle Cody!

Toby: Afraid so.

Cedar: But that's mean!

Toby: I told you, this fairy tale is about a mean brother, me!

[The kids gasp, again.]

Toby: But don't worry, I was about to learn my lesson.

Flashback Lyra: Toby, stop teasing Cody!

Flashback Toby: Make me! Hey, Cody! Your wheels aren't turning!

Flashback Cody: Huh? Aaaahhh!

[He falls off his bike offscreen.]

Flashback Toby: Haha! Make you—

Flashback Toby & Lyra: Look!

Flashback Lyra: Jinx!

[The kids all look at Toby confused. Toby sighs, and presses his hands to his face. He has to give the kids some context here]

Toby: Okay, in the 90's, if 2 people say the exact same word in the exact same time like:

[Cutting back to the flashback, with a reverse effect to when they both said "look", then a slow-mo with Toby and Lyra saying jinx before cutting back to the present day.]

Toby: One of you will yell out “jinx”

[Cutting to the flashback again, with Lyra saying jinx.]

Toby: Meaning you had 10 seconds to touch them…

[They both drop their bikes and Flashback Toby starts to chase Flashback Lyra.]

[Intense pursuit chase]

Flashback Lyra: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6!

[Flashback Lyra tips over a bucket with a crab in it, which Flashback Toby avoids a crab that got tipped.]

Flashback Lyra: 7! 8! 9! 10!

Toby, speaking over Flashback Lyra counting: If you didn't touch them in that 10 seconds, they'd say��!

Flashback Lyra: Safe!

[Cutting back to present day]

Toby: And then, they can never speak again.

[The kids gasp.]

Teddy: What? So you can't speak fowevew and evew?

Toby: Nope, you were cursed.

Cedar: Wow.

[Cutting back to the flashback, with Flashback Cody and Flashback Lyra playing an arcade game that looks like Street Fighter.]

Toby: The only thing that could break the curse was if someone says your name.

Flashback Cody: Do you want me to say your name?

[Flashback Toby nods]

Flashback Cody: Ok, To-rag! Ha!

[Cutting back to present day.]

Lilith: Can't you just say your own name?

Toby: Nope, not allowed to speak.

Cedar: What happens if you do speak?

Toby: Oh, well, look, I shouldn't tell you, but…

[Toby whispers what it is to the kids]

Cedar and Lilith: What?

Teddy: That's tewwible!

Toby: I told you, the 90's was a wild place.

[Cutting back to the flashback, with Connie going to order something while her kids play.]

Toby: Anyway, being cursed is not a lot of fun when you're on vacation.

Flashback Connie: Kids, you want your fish battered or crumbed?

Flashback Lyra: Battered.

Flashback Cody: Battered!

Flashback Connie: How about you? Come on, speak up!

Flashback Lyra: He wants his crumbed.

Flashback Connie: Ok.

Flashback Cody: Yeah, he loves having his fish crumbed. Don’t you, To...Brian! Ha!

[Cutting to a outdoor lunch table in the flashback]

Toby: Ugh, I hated crumbed fish.

[Cutting to the house thing their renting for vacation in the flashback]

Flashback Connie: WHO ATE ALL THE MINI CEREALS?

Flashback Lyra & Cody: He did!

[They point at Flashback Toby]

Flashback Connie: right…

[She drags Flashback Toby off by the arm]

[Cutting back to the present day.]

Lilith: Geez, Grandma was a bit mean.

Toby: Yeah, it was the 90's. Moms were allowed to be mean.

[Cutting to the bay where Flashback Cody & Lyra were throwing rocks. Flashback Toby was sitting there while Connie approached him.]

Toby: I was never going to talk again. No one was going to say my name.

Flashback Connie: I'm not going to say your name.

[She sits down next to Toby]

Flashback Connie: I think this will do you some good, for all Vacation, you've been mean to your little brother.

[Flashback Cody is trying to Tic Tac on a skateboard, while Flashback Toby is watching.]

Flashback Toby: You can't tic tac, Cody!

[Flashback Toby and Lyra are playing on an arcade machine, from the perspective on the arcade game screen, with Flashback Cody in the middle wanting to play.]

Flashback Cody: It's my turn now!

Flashback Toby: No it isn't!

[He shoves Cody out of the way.]

[Flashback Cody just fell off his bike on the ground, while Flashback Toby skids to him.]

Flashback Toby: Haha, nice stack!

[Cutting back to the beach.]

Flashback Connie: This is a chance for you to have a good think about it.

Toby: Grandma was right, I hadn't been a really good brother to Cody. I deserved to be cursed."

[Cutting to present day]

Cedar: So, when did the curse get broken?

Toby: The very next morning actually.

[Cutting to flashbacks, with Flashback Toby with a toothbrush and a hat going to the shower block.]

Toby: I was on my way to the shower block to clean my teeth.

[Cut back to present day]

Cedar: All by yourself?!

Teddy: It was the 90's!

[Cutting back to flashback, with Toby walking and noticing Cody on prickly grass.]

Flashback Cody: Mom! Ow!

Toby: Cody was taking a shortcut to the toilets, and got stuck in the prickles!

Flashback Cody: Help!

[Cutting back to present day]

[Lilith gasps]

Lilith: So you can tell him you won't help him, unless he says your name!

Cedar: Oh yeah!

Toby: You were right, I could've done that.

[Cutting back to flashback, Flashback Cody looks at Flashback Toby.]

Lilith: So did you?

Toby: Nah, I just helped him.

[Flashback Toby throws his hat for Flashback Cody to jump on, then on the sidewalk.]

Flashback Cody: Thanks, To..Dina! Haha!

[Cutting back to present day]

Kids: What?!

Cedar: You helped him and even then he didn't say your name?!

Toby: Heh, that's brothers, kid. To tell you the truth, I was proud of him

[Cut back to flashback]

[Flashback Toby mouth turns into a grin.]

[Cutting back to present day]

Teddy: So what bwoke the cuwse?

Toby: Well, remember I said that this fairy tale has a prince?

[Cutting back to flashback]

Flashback Nico: "Tobias.. Rodgers"...is this your hat?

[Flashback Toby looks behind him, seeing Nico in a Westover Hall uniform]

[Cutting back to present day]

Lilith: Is that, Dad?

[Toby nods]

Toby: That's Dad.

Kids: What?!

[Nico is standing in the doorway. He shakes his head]

Nico: Don't listen to him, it wasn't me.

Bandit: Don't listen to him, it was!

[Nico approaches them]

Nico: Well look, it might've been. We did go to that same Caravan Park one time.

Toby: Case closed.

Nico: But, I've got no memory of that happening.

Bandit: Oh, it's like a dagger in my heart.

Teddy: How did he know youw name?

[Cutting to flashback, with Flashback Toby's hat with his name on it.]

Toby: It was written on my hat.

Teddy: Wow.

Nico: Either way, it's a good story.

Lilith: But, is it true, or not true? I need to know!

Toby: Well, I guess you have to decide. Do you believe in fairy tales?

[cutting to the flashback] [Flashback Nico approaches Flashback Toby with his hat.]

Flashback Chilli: Here you go.

[He gives the hat to Flashback Toby]

Flashback Toby: Thanks.

Flashback Nico: See you later.

[He then runs away]

Flashback Toby: Yeah… see you later.

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