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DEATH EATER.

mattheo riddle x reader

You and Mattheo were childhood best friends, but he changed after becoming a deatheater , after a while you secretly joined too only to be caught on a mission by him.

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The sky is thick with smoke, the scent of fire and blood staining the night. The village is in ruins, bodies strewn across the cobblestone streets, the air still buzzing with magic.

I shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not on their side.

But I made my choice.

I stand among them, black robes heavy on my shoulders, my wand trembling in my grip. The words burn on my tongue, ancient and powerful, as I raise my wand toward the sky.

“Morsmordre.”

Green lightning crackles from the tip of my wand, spiraling upward like a serpent. My breath catches as the Dark Mark unfurls across the sky, its skull grinning down at the destruction below.

My heart is a drumbeat against my ribs. This is it. The final step. The moment I prove that I belong. That I believe.

I barely have time to process it before strong fingers wrap around my wrist, yanking me back. I gasp as I collide with a firm chest, the heat of another body pressing against mine.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Mattheo’s voice is sharp against my ear, low and furious.

I twist in his grip, looking up to meet his gaze. His face is cast in shadows, but his eyes—burning, frantic—betray him.

“What does it look like?” I breathe, tilting my chin up. I want him to see it. To understand.

His fingers tighten around my wrist like he doesn’t trust me not to vanish if he lets go. “Tell me you didn’t mean that.”

A dark smile tugs at my lips. “You wanted me to choose a side.” I gesture toward the sky, where the Mark looms over us. “I did.”

Something cracks in his expression. It’s not anger—it’s something worse. Something raw. “You don’t belong here.”

I lean in slightly, just enough that he can feel my breath against his jaw. “Neither do you.”

He inhales sharply, like I just struck him. His grip on me falters for half a second, but I don’t move.

I want him to understand. To see me. To know that he isn’t the only one who can be pulled into the darkness.

His hand slides from my wrist to my waist, gripping the fabric of my robes like he’s afraid to let go. His breathing is ragged, his jaw tight, but he doesn’t move away.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he murmurs.

I press my palm against his chest, feeling the wild rhythm of his heartbeat.

For a long, breathless moment, he just stares at me, his gaze flickering between my eyes, my lips, the Mark in the sky.

And then—slowly, reluctantly—he pulls me closer.

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Potions.

tom riddle x reader.

Tom Riddle steps in to fix your potion, his presence commanding and focused. As he guides you, his hand briefly brushes yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you. Despite his sharp words, there’s a strange calm in his actions, leaving you unsettled and unsure of what just passed between you.

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Your cauldron sputtered dangerously, the potion inside frothing in a way that was far from correct. You hesitated, scanning the textbook for a solution, when a sharp voice interrupted your panicked thoughts.

“Stop.”

You looked up to see Tom Riddle standing over your station, his piercing gaze fixed on the cauldron. Without waiting for your permission, he reached out and took the powdered root from your hands.

“You’re going to ruin it,” he said, his tone clipped but calm. “Move.”

You stepped aside, flustered, as Tom took control of the situation. He worked with practiced ease, adding a pinch of powder and stirring the potion with deliberate movements. His fingers brushed yours briefly as he reached for the stirring rod, and the unexpected contact sent a jolt up your arm.

“Pay attention,” he said sharply, his eyes flicking to yours. “You might actually learn something.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, watching as he brought the potion back under control. The once-chaotic mixture settled into a smooth, shimmering surface.

“This isn’t just about following instructions,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “It’s about understanding what you’re doing. Anticipating what the potion needs.”

His hand grazed yours again as he adjusted the placement of the mortar and pestle on your workstation. The touch was fleeting, but it left your skin tingling. You glanced at him, but his expression remained composed, focused entirely on the task at hand.

“I know,” you murmured, though the words felt inadequate under his scrutiny.

“Do you?” he countered, his dark eyes locking onto yours. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re guessing.”

“I’m not,” you protested, though your voice wavered.

Tom’s lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but close. “Then prove it.”

He stepped back slightly, his presence still overwhelming despite the small distance. “Add the last ingredient,” he instructed, holding your gaze. “Slowly. Precisely.”

You hesitated, your hands trembling as you measured out the final component. Tom’s hand hovered just above yours, not quite touching but close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and even.

You added the ingredient, your heart pounding as the potion shifted into the pearlescent sheen described in the textbook. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as relief washed over you.

“Well done,” Tom said, though there was no warmth in his tone—only a cool, measured approval.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours as he reached for the stirring rod. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said, his voice lowering slightly. His dark eyes lingered on yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged. “Next time, you won’t have me to save you.”

With that, he turned and returned to his own station, leaving you with a perfect potion—and a heart that refused to settle.

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The Last Dance

barty crouch jr x reader

At the Yule Ball, Barty Crouch Jr. confronts a secret member of the Order of the Phoenix, obsessed with bringing her to his side. As they dance, he threatens her, urging her to join the Dark Lord. The encounter ends in a passionate kiss, leaving her torn between duty and desire.

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The hall was alive with color, laughter, and the soft strains of music weaving through the air, but none of it could fully capture my attention. My eyes kept straying to him—Barty Crouch Jr., standing by the edge of the room, watching the crowd with that calculating, predatory look. It wasn’t surprising. He had always watched from the sidelines, like a lion studying its prey, and I knew I was no exception.

I had never quite figured out why he was drawn to me. Maybe it was because I didn’t fit into his neatly ordered world of Death Eaters and dark magic. I wasn’t supposed to be here, at this ball, surrounded by the celebration of life, while I worked for something much darker—something much more dangerous. The Order of the Phoenix. But Barty, with his calculating gaze and twisted obsession, never let me forget that he saw through the act.

Tonight, something was different. His eyes were fixed on me, a glint of something darker lurking in their depths. He moved closer, his presence undeniable as he made his way toward me, cutting through the crowd with an ease that spoke of years of experience in commanding attention.

I stood still, trying to steady my breath, hoping he wouldn’t see the tremor in my fingers as I smoothed my dress. He was dangerous. I knew that. The fact that I was secretly working with the Order should have kept me far from him, but the truth was, there was no avoiding him—not tonight.

When he reached me, there was no greeting, no formality. He didn’t need them. Barty simply extended a hand to me, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

“May I have this dance?” His voice was smooth, dripping with an almost predatory sweetness. There was no question in his tone, no room for refusal. It was an order, dressed as a request.

I hesitated. The truth was, I’d been waiting for this moment, the moment when he would finally make his move. The tension between us had been building for weeks. He was obsessed with me. I’d known it from the start, but I had kept my distance, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. But now, the game had changed.

Barty had always been clever. He’d seen through my facade long ago, and despite my efforts to distance myself, he had drawn me into his world—slowly, methodically. But tonight, it felt different. There was an edge to him now, something more dangerous than before.

Against my better judgment, I placed my hand in his. The moment our skin made contact, the world seemed to shrink, the noise of the ball falling away as his presence filled the space between us.

“Careful,” he murmured as he led me to the dance floor. “You’re walking a fine line.”

I kept my gaze steady, refusing to let him see the unease that was creeping up inside me. “I can handle myself.”

Barty smiled—a cold, knowing thing. “I’m not so sure. You’ve been playing both sides, haven’t you?” His voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge threading through his words. “It’s only a matter of time before you’re exposed.”

I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat. He knew. Of course, he did. Barty had been watching me—obsessing over me, no doubt, ever since I’d first caught his eye. And now, the truth was out in the open. I wasn’t just some pretty face at Hogwarts—I was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, working to bring down the very people he called family. But I couldn’t back down. Not now. Not when the stakes were higher than they’d ever been.

“What do you want, Barty?” I kept my voice steady, but the words tasted bitter on my tongue. “You know what I’m doing.”

His hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. His gaze was intense, his eyes burning with something that went beyond obsession.

“You know what I want,” he said, his lips barely brushing my ear. “I want you to join the right side. The Dark Lord’s side. Before it’s too late.”

I shook my head, trying to pull away slightly, but he wouldn’t let me. His grip was firm, his body close, and the way he looked at me… it was possessive, hungry, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of me aligning with anyone else.

“You don’t belong there,” he whispered, his lips moving along my neck. “You belong with me. We could make this work, you know. I could protect you, keep you safe. You don’t have to fight anymore.”

I swallowed hard, the words hitting me like a punch to the stomach. I wasn’t supposed to be here, dancing with him, this close to the enemy. I was supposed to be resisting him. But his presence was overwhelming, and despite the voice in my head telling me to pull away, I couldn’t.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I said softly, my voice a little shakier than I wanted it to be. “You don’t know me.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. “I know you better than anyone ever will. You’ve been running from this, from me, but you can’t keep hiding forever.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that was both demanding and desperate. His hand cupped my face, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips with a force that made my head spin.

For a moment, I forgot everything. I forgot the Order, I forgot the fight I was supposed to be part of, and I even forgot the reason I had tried so hard to resist him. All I could think about was him—his kiss, his touch, the overwhelming need to pull away and yet stay.

When he finally pulled back, his lips curling into a smile, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. My breath was ragged, my mind still reeling from the kiss. He had won this round, but I wasn’t ready to surrender just yet.

“You can’t run forever,” Barty said softly, his breath still warm against my skin. “You’ll come to me eventually. And when you do… I’ll be waiting.”

With that, he released me, his hand slipping from my waist as he stepped back, leaving me standing there, breathless and conflicted. The ball continued around us, but everything had changed.