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Omg hiii!!! I’m loving what Saja boys hcs and I loved the pop mart hc u wrote!! (*^▽^*)

What would the saja babes be with an alt/goth gn!s/o? Their demon performance literally sparked this request (0///0)

Oh stop, you are too kind. Thank you so much! And thank you for sending in this request! I hope that you enjoy<3 Had to listen to Your Idol on repeat and don’t regret it. They can have my soul. I’m sure if I wore the goth reader all that well but I hope it's still good!

Jinu:

Jinu is a sucker for your gothic style. Considering he is a demon, black and deep purple are his colors.

Seeing you wear those very same colors made both his human side and demon side preen with happiness

Jinu had appeared as his demon one night in your shared apartment and you saw him, in the middle of putting your make-up on.

You both had a seriously long talk that night

You didn’t understand why he would hide his demon side from you but the fear that filled him when he told you that he believed you would leave him made your heart break.

You took his hand in yours and pressed it to your chest, just over your heart.

“You are the only one that makes my heart race like I’m wearing pastel colors and flowers in my hair. Just like when you performed Soda Pop.” You giggled as the tips of his ears turned red.

When you and Jinu went on dates, he wore the pastel colors, you wore the black, a 180 to his demon persona.

You designed your nails after his actual claws and Jinu could feel his heart racing like he had been running a marathon.

Scratch his head when the both of you are lazing around. Specifically in his demon form because he will purr.

His demon will practically beg for back scratches when the two of you are lounging in the dorm room watching tv.

His demon form will clasp your hands together and hold them tightly when he feels overwhelmed.

You show off all your black clothing and make-up on different nights when he is feeling down, hoping that will cheer him up. (It does. He’s a sucker for you.)

Abby Saja:

He is all about the bright colors. He is constantly wearing the bright blues and greens and pinks while you wear only black. You did occasionally wear a dark red whether it be contacts or a belt to hold your pants up.

You fell for Abby Saja at a concert and when he saw you, he fell harder. Literally, he fell off the stage and landed at your feet, dust slowly settling as he rubbed his head and took your offered hand, worry in your eyes.

From that moment, he knew he needed you by his side. He asked the security to take you back to their waiting room so he could talk to you and possibly get your name.

Dating a demon for 3 years is still pretty new to you but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Abby Saja always asks for head rubs when he comes back from a rather long concert or a long tour that has finally ended.

Even in his demon form, he is gentle when he holds you. He refuses to hurt the person that actually likes his demon and will ask him to show his demon randomly.

The moment he stepped into the apartment, he saw you sitting on the couch in one of his black t-shirts and black basketball shorts. His demon appeared and he dramatically fell onto your lap.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach as he closed his eyes and breathed in your scent.

“Long day?” You asked, immediately removing the black hat and running your fingers through his hair, occasionally screeching at his scalp.

He shivered but nodded his head. “The longest day I have ever had. Please don’t make me go back and do it again.” He would whisper but you knew he loved it more than anything.

Mystery Saja:

He loves your goth style. He even asked you if you would be willing to dress him up the same way, his demon getting excited to try it out.

Mystery had been getting ready for a concert when he saw you putting the make-up on, your eyes trained on the lines you were making on your eyes.

He stopped, jaw dropped as he watched you.

“You should apply as our makeup artist. You are talented with that.” He said, walking into the bathroom and stood behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he watched you.

You giggled and finished the last of the make up before turning around and wrapping your arms around his waist and laying the side of your face against his stomach.

“Gotta make myself look good for my boyfriend's concert. Where would the fun be if I didn’t show up in the colors that matched your demon side?” You asked, watching as his human form slipped away and his demon form appeared.

You left an hour after he had left, knowing that was when you would be let into the stadium.

You watched him and his group with a soft smile, your heart pounding as he danced his heart out.

When he caught sight of you, you smiled and waved watching as his whole face lit up.

The second the concert was over, you made your way to their dressing room but before you could even open the door, Mystery opened the door and pulled you into his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “You were amazing, my love.” You whispered.

Romance Saja:

Even in his demon form, he refused to take your soul. The way you looked dressed in all black, chains falling around your hip and the black makeup around your eyes made him feel fuzzy.

Romance will flirt with you non stop when you are getting your clothes on and makeup on.

When they were on stage in their demon forms, Romance refused to use his voice to control you. He watched you from the stage as you jumped up and down, ignoring the other fans around you.

His chest swelled with pride as you danced along to the song.

When the two of you are out shopping for new clothes to add to your closest, he does his best to learn the gothic style and does his best when it comes to choosing something you want.

At one point, Romance asked if you would be willing to put the same eye makeup on him and you, in a giddy excitement, immediately sat him on the chair in the bathroom as you got to work.

When you two were getting ready for a date, Romance dressed in more lighter reds and pinks, pulling his hair back into a half bun to keep it out of his face while you pulled on a oversized black t-shirt, slipped into black cargo pants, clipping a few chains on the right side, and pulled on socks and combat boots.

Romance wrapped his arms around your neck as you applied the last of your makeup, his eyes shining when you turned to face him.

He will also sit and paint your nails black while he talks to you about his demon side, giving you all the details and such about it before pink smoke surrounds him and his demon is sitting in front of you.

You can only stare at him mesmerized as he finishes painting your nails. Yes you have seen the demon before but from a distance. Having him in his demon form in front of you makes your heart thud against your chest like it has never done before.

You are also taller than Romance, and built a little more than him so Romance has a thing for you standing behind him when fans are talking to him.

Romance, when he is tired and you don’t have your full outfit on, will lay on your chest and sleep.

Romance will actively show you off in his instagram posts, holding your hand or pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

Baby Saja:

Baby Saja will walk around you, studding the clothing that you decided to wear on your date.

His hands would graze the chain that sat on your hip, trace over the chain around your neck before taking you hand in his, looking up at you and smiling softly.

He will never admit it but the way you dress in all dark clothes makes him happy. His demon likes the darker colors. It's easier on his eyes.

When he performed Your Idol, he could see you copying all his moves, mouthing all his words all while staring directly at him.

You are slightly stronger than him when in human form so he will ask you for piggyback rides, mainly so he can nuzzle into your neck better.

When he comes home after having to act like a popstar, he just collapses into your chest, while you are laying on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

His demon appears as he rests his chin against your chest, silently begging for your attention.

When you finally look at him, he blushes and buries his face in your chest, making you chuckle and wrap your arms around him.

He will insist on doing your makeup when you don’t feel like doing it yourself, carefully do your hair in a half bun leaving half your shoulder length hair down so he can play with it.

Because of your gothic style, he will beg the rest of the group to let you be their manager, knowing that you have seen their demons and don’t care one bit.

Your black nails are just long enough that he will ask you to scratch at his head when he is extremely tired and will actually fall asleep against your chest when you do so.

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Pride and Prejudice

summary: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, love, love you. characters: mattheo riddle. shy! ravenclaw! reader. mentions of slytherin boys. warnings: none! word count: 3.3k

Mattheo didn’t usually do things like this-spend time in Hogsmeade with a girl, strolling through the bookshops and pretending it was something casual. But here he was, the winter air crisp around them, the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade alive with chatter and the clink of mugs in the nearby pubs.

He was with you.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. You had been talking about the latest magical novel you’d devoured, your eyes lighting up with that excitement he found so fascinating. You weren’t flashy, or loud, but every word you spoke held weight. It was in the way you described the latest book you’d read, your fingers running along the spines of books as though you were choosing your next adventure, pulling him along with you as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mattheo felt something stir within him, a strange mix of warmth and admiration.

It wasn’t just the way you spoke, but the way you looked at the world. The way you treated each book as if it were its own world to lose yourself in, to be found in. He watched you with a quiet intensity, each step you took in the bookstore something that felt monumental. The way your eyes sparkled when you picked up a book. The way your hands brushed over the spines as if they were treasures to be found.

“You’re really into books, huh?” Mattheo finally spoke, his voice smooth, though there was a touch of awe that he couldn’t quite hide.

You laughed softly, your cheeks flushing slightly. “I guess you could say that,” you replied, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I think books are the best escape. They’re not just stories-they’re entire worlds in themselves.”

He nodded, his eyes following you as you bent down to scan the shelves. “I get it. You’ve got a way of seeing them like no one else does.”

You were moving further into the store, absorbed in your world of novels and dusty pages, and it was hard not to be caught up in your energy. You made something as simple as book browsing seem like magic.

And then, you froze.

Mattheo looked up to find you standing in front of a display, your fingers tracing the cover of a book.

There, shining in the light, was a new edition of Pride and Prejudice. It was impossibly pretty-a soft pink cover speckled with gold, delicate and shining like something from a dream. You gasped softly, your expression delighted as you ran your fingers over the smooth cover.

“I’ve never seen it like this before,” you whispered, almost to yourself.

Mattheo couldn’t help but smile at the way your face lit up at the sight. You seemed so young in that moment, unguarded and completely in love with the world around you. His heart tightened, an unfamiliar feeling twisting in his chest.

He cleared his throat, stepping closer. “You should get it,” he said, his voice steady despite the sudden nervous flutter in his stomach. “Your old copy is practically falling apart, anyway.”

You glanced at him, startled by his suggestion. “Oh, it’s really expensive,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I don’t need another copy.”

You turned away, continuing to move down the aisle, but Mattheo’s eyes remained on the book. He knew the look on your face-the hesitation. You’d never let yourself splurge, especially not for something that seemed frivolous in the grand scheme of things. He didn’t want to push you, but the thought of you not having the thing you obviously adored...

He had to do something about it.

He watched as you continued to roam the bookstore, casually picking up books, flipping through their pages, completely absorbed in your little world. And as he watched, something clicked in his mind, a determination that hadn’t been there before.

He made a mental note of the book, marking it in his mind like a mission.

No more hesitation.

This wasn’t just about impressing you anymore. This wasn’t about being the cool Slytherin or the guy who could get anything with a snap of his fingers. No, this was about proving something. About showing you that he wasn’t just some dark, mysterious figure in the corner. He valued you. More than he could put into words.

Mattheo wasn’t a guy to do things by halves, especially not when it came to something as important as you.

That pink-covered book was the first step. And if it meant spending the rest of his afternoon making sure you knew just how much he wanted to get it for you, then that’s exactly what he’d do.

Because this? This was his gesture. The first of many.

Mattheo paced the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade two days later, the crisp winter wind nipping at his face, ruffling his dark hair as he moved toward the bookstore. His thoughts were consumed by the image of the pink-covered Pride and Prejudice, the vivid shade of the cover still burned into his mind. He could almost feel the weight of it in his hands again, the delicate promise it held. It wasn’t just about the book anymore. It was about you. About showing you-quietly, subtly-that he cared. That he was there.

He had never been one for grand gestures, but this felt different. This felt important.

The bell above the door chimed softly as he stepped into the shop, its high-pitched sound echoing slightly in the cozy space. The air smelled of aged paper and dust, the kind of comforting scent that came from the heart of every well-loved bookstore. Mattheo moved through the narrow aisles, his footsteps light on the wooden floor, until he reached the shelf where he’d seen the book earlier that week.

There it was, sitting perfectly, almost as if waiting for him to come back. The soft pink cover gleamed in the muted light, untouched and pristine, a beacon amidst the otherwise ordinary collection of novels. For a moment, Mattheo simply stood there, transfixed, staring at it as though it were something otherworldly. A piece of something intangible, something more.

He reached for it, his fingers brushing the smooth surface of the cover, and for the briefest moment, he hesitated-hesitated as though the book itself might vanish if he touched it too roughly. He picked it up with the care one might use to handle a fragile artifact, turning it over in his hands as if searching for something more than words within the pages. It was just a book. Just a book he was buying for you.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? This wasn’t just a book. Not anymore. It was the first piece of something bigger, something he didn’t quite have the words to describe. It was the first step in showing you that he saw you-not just as someone who had once been an interest, but as someone who meant more than he had ever let on.

He moved quickly to the counter, almost hurriedly, as if the faster he did this, the faster he could bury the uncertainty gnawing at him. He set the book down, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wood of the counter as he handed over the coins. No hesitation now. The plan was in motion.

Later that night, in the dimly lit Slytherin common room, Mattheo sat with the book open in front of him. The flames from the nearby fireplace flickered and cast warm shadows over the pages as his eyes scanned the words. He wasn’t just looking for a quote. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. But he needed it to be perfect. He needed the words to mean something-to you.

His quill hovered above the page, ink poised to make the first mark. He didn’t want it to be too much. But it had to be enough. Enough to show you how much he cared, how much you had come to mean to him.

He found it.

The line jumped off the page as though it had been waiting for him:

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, love, love you.”

The words seemed to echo in his chest, a reverberation of everything he’d been too afraid to admit. He had never thought of himself as the type of person who would fall for someone-certainly not someone like you. But here, with the ink of his quill pressed against the page, he couldn’t deny it.

You’d bewitched him. All of him.

His hand was steady as he wrote in the margin, the ink flowing smoothly across the page. His heart raced as he wrote the simple words:

"For you, You have bewitched all of me"

It was straightforward. Simple. But for some reason, it felt like the most vulnerable thing he had ever done. He set the quill down, watching as the ink dried, feeling the weight of the book in his hands, the weight of the message he had just left behind. It was terrifying.

The next day, Mattheo walked into the library, the book tucked safely into his bag, his heart pounding with each step. You were sitting at your usual table, buried beneath a mountain of books, completely absorbed in your reading. Your hair fell softly around your face, and your eyes moved over the words with a quiet intensity that made Mattheo stop for a moment. He watched you, mesmerized by the way you existed in your own world, so beautifully in control of your surroundings.

For a split second, he forgot why he was even there. He stood at the entrance of the library, his heart hammering in his chest, suddenly feeling unsure of himself. It’s just a book, he reminded himself. You can do this.

But today was different. This time, he wasn’t just handing over a book. He was handing over a piece of himself. A piece of his thoughts. His feelings. His heart.

He swallowed thickly, trying to steady himself as he approached your table. His footsteps were light, but each one seemed to echo too loudly in the quiet space. When he reached you, he hesitated. For a moment, he just stood there, the book heavy in his hands, unsure of how to present it to you.

You didn’t notice him at first, so he had a moment to gather himself. Maybe he could just slide the book onto your table, walk away, and let you discover it on your own. It seemed easy enough, right?

But then you looked up.

Your gaze softened when you saw him, a small smile tugging at your lips. It was warm. Familiar. Yet still, there was that softness, that guarded look in your eyes that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Mattheo,” you said, your voice calm and steady, with just a hint of that sweetness that made everything else fade into the background. “What’s up?”

For a moment, Mattheo forgot how to breathe. He was standing there, book in hand, but the words he’d rehearsed in his mind a hundred times just vanished. He was paralyzed by your gaze, his palms sweating, his heart pounding in his ears.

“I-uh...” he stammered, then glanced down at the book in his hands, the one he’d spent hours thinking about. The one he had written in. The one that now seemed so impossibly heavy. He opened his mouth again, but no words came out.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for him to speak, but he couldn’t find the courage. The book felt like a burden, heavy in his grip, as though it was too much to carry at that moment.

This was stupid.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Mattheo turned away, the rush of shame rising in his chest.

“Mattheo?” you called softly, but he didn’t look back.

He left the library in a rush, the echoes of his footsteps ringing louder than they should have. His heart was in his throat, his mind swirling with frustration.

I’m an idiot, he thought. I had the chance, and I just... chickened out.

That night, as he lay in his bed, he replayed the scene over and over in his head, the image of you still fresh in his mind. The sound of your voice. The weight of the book in his hands. And the crushing feeling of having stood in front of you, the perfect moment slipping through his fingers without saying a word.

With a frustrated sigh, he turned onto his side, determined. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow, I’ll do it right.

The next morning, Mattheo woke with the faintest light of dawn filtering through the curtains. It was still early, far before the sun had fully risen, and the world outside was painted in soft shades of lavender and grey. He hadn’t slept much, his mind restless, replaying the events of the day before. But now, as the first rays of light crept across the room, he knew what he had to do. He had made up his mind.

The weight of the book in his hands felt almost heavier this morning, its presence both comforting and terrifying at once. He had spent hours the night before, turning it over, feeling the cool surface beneath his fingers, contemplating how to make things right between you and him. The more he thought about it, the clearer the solution became. He wasn’t going to give it to you in person-not today. He needed you to find it on your own terms, to read it without the pressure of his presence looming over you.

The thought of watching you open it, seeing the surprise in your eyes, was too much to bear. No, this way would be better. He could feel certain that you’d get it, that you’d read it in peace, without the weight of his gaze. The owlery was the perfect place to send it, a little bit of distance between them.

With a final sigh of resolve, Mattheo stood, the chill of the morning air biting at his skin as he walked toward the owlery. The sun was still hidden behind the horizon, the world quiet, save for the soft rustling of the owls and the distant hum of the castle coming to life. At the owlery, he carefully fastened the book to the leg of a large tawny owl, his fingers brushing the bird's feathers as he whispered the destination: The Great Hall, right into her lap. His heart thudded once more, but there was no turning back now. He watched the owl take flight, its wings cutting through the crisp air as it soared into the early morning sky, vanishing into the pale blue above.

By the time Mattheo made his way to the Great Hall, the room was buzzing with conversation. The usual clatter of plates and voices echoed around him, but he hardly noticed. His mind was elsewhere, his gaze flicking toward the entrance, waiting for the moment you would walk in. He didn’t know exactly when you would find the book, but he hoped that when you did, it would be in the quiet solitude of your own space, when you could truly take in the meaning behind it.

He tried to focus on his friends, pretending to engage in their chatter, but his attention was divided, always darting back to the doors. When they finally swung open, his breath caught. There you were, looking as effortlessly beautiful as always, your hair falling gently around your face, your usual bag slung over your shoulder. You stepped into the room with the same quiet grace that made Mattheo’s heart do an unexpected flip. He couldn’t help the small, involuntary smile that tugged at his lips.

You moved through the crowd with ease, making your way to the end of the table, completely unaware of the small package waiting for you. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the book, trying not to stare too intensely as you made your way closer. He had to keep his distance, not wanting you to feel the weight of his eyes on you, not wanting to pressure you.

And then, as if it were meant to happen that way, you reached the table. Your eyes flickered immediately to the bright pink cover of the book that had dropped into your hands by a passing owl, and a small frown of curiosity crossed your face. Your fingers brushed lightly over the edges, tracing the contours of the cover as if it were a new discovery. The weight of the book felt unfamiliar in your hands-almost too light, almost too new.

You opened it slowly, carefully, the pages crisp beneath your fingertips. As your eyes scanned the first page, you stopped. The note in the front caught your eye, its presence as quiet and unassuming as a whisper. The words, written in Mattheo’s neat handwriting, were simple but profound:

For you, whenever you read this.

Your breath caught slightly, the realization setting in. Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle? The shock was almost too much to process at once. Your fingers trembled as you continued reading, your eyes darting down to the quote he had carefully highlighted:

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, love, love you.”

Your breath hitched. It was from Pride and Prejudice, a line you had always admired. But now, reading it with his ink on the page, his intent in every carefully chosen stroke, it hit you differently. Your heart beat faster, your thoughts swirling.

"For you, You have bewitched all of me"

Mattheo had always been a mystery, so distant, so intimidating with his sharp eyes and biting words. He carried himself with an air of superiority, his reputation casting a long shadow. But now, this? This was something else entirely. A soft vulnerability, a quiet confession hidden in the pages of a book you had loved for so long.

You could almost feel the weight of his presence as you sat there, the book cradled in your hands, as if he were beside you, sharing this with you in a way that only he could. His choice of quote, his decision to mark the book with his thoughts, felt like a rare gift. It was a side of Mattheo you hadn’t known, a side he’d kept hidden beneath layers of bravado. And as you read, your heart softened.

There were things about him that you hadn’t understood-his guarded nature, the way he always seemed to keep people at arm’s length. But now, as you sat there with the book in your hands, you began to understand. Mattheo had seen you, understood you in a way that few people did, and now he was opening himself up to you in a way that was raw and real.

You smiled softly, your eyes lingering on the note again. The simplicity of it, the honesty, made your heart swell. He had given you something personal, something meaningful. He hadn’t stayed to watch you open it. He hadn’t hovered, hadn’t demanded a reaction. It was yours, and it was up to you what you did with it.

You glanced up, scanning the room, but Mattheo wasn’t there. The fact that he wasn’t watching, that he had let you experience it on your own, made it feel even more intimate, more real. It was as though he trusted you to find it, to discover his feelings in your own time, without any of the pressure he had once placed on himself.

As you turned the pages, a sense of calm settled over you. You felt a quiet warmth spread through you, a warmth that was as much from the book in your hands as from the realization that Mattheo had finally let you in.

And for the first time in a long while, you thought maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop hiding behind the pages. Maybe it was time to let him in, too.

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My routine as someone who shifts almost every week.

There doesn't have to be any pressure on shifting, you don’t have to do it at a specific moment. My routine takes either a moment, a day, or a week. I do specific things in preparation to shift, it isn’t a method, more so a ritual, something to help me align myself with where I want to be.

I. Bask in who you want to be, spend mornings doing this practice, do it before a nap, before you go to bed, while you eat, etc. Settle in your mind, take this time to be in your desired selfs mind. Think about slow moments, your morning routine, the view outside your window, basking in the sun, anything of the sort; let yourself live in moments from your dr. I've noticed I shift more when I have practiced this throughout the day.

II. Tell yourself that you are there, that you are indeed experiencing these things. Affirm how many times you feel, you are where you are. Don’t put any pressure on yourself to believe anything, just affirm. Sweep away intrusive thoughts, let them pass and focus on who and where you are.

III. Each reality has its own soul, familiarize yourself with how your chosen reality feels. Whenever you want to go there invoke this feeling, remember the slow moments, relax and live in your dr.

IV. I lie in bed and when I'm getting sleepy I visualize myself where I want to be and I’m there, I focus on what I am doing at that moment in that reality.

V. After I come back I take a couple days to step away from shifting, I don’t think about going anywhere else. I try to live in this reality and when I feel I want to leave again, I begin at step one.

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THEODORE NOTT ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ dr headcanons

✮ . . . he is the most sarcastic person you will ever meet, i know this is common knowledge but almost everything he says is sarcasm. i’m a very gullable person so i can never tell the difference with him. to understand him you have to have wits

✮ . . . he grew up in an abusive home without a mother, but with mattheo. they have been through a lot together in their childhood so they’re bond has grown a ton over the years. they fight like brothers and act like brothers but one time when theo was drunk he said if mattheo was a girl he’d totally date him ??? urm concerning mate

✮ . . . when he was 8 he admitted to having a crush on narcissa and he picked out some flowers from the malfoy grounds. in reality he just confused his feelings towards her because he has mummy issues

✮ . . . he has never had a real girlfriend, he’s ‘dated’ girls before but has never made it official. he self sabotages a lot so his relationships never end up going anywhere. he’s very possessive and jealous and gets so overwhelmed by the affection that he just explodes and ruins the relationship in the end.

✮ . . . yes, theo’s tall but he’s not lanky like everyone says he is. he’s so athletic, he’s captain of the quidditch team. so he’s always working out and just doing everything to keep himself moving. it distracts him from his thoughts. he’s got a lot of muscle to him, he has reallyyy defined abs. AND HIS JAWLINE. so chiselled.

✮ . . . theo can read people so well, if, say enzo, takes a joke too far, then theo is the first one to notice if you’re hurt by it. he wouldn’t bring it up then and there he would wait to get you alone and reassure you.

✮ . . . mattheo is the only person that theo trusts with his life. he would tell mattheo anything in an instant, they both like to hang out in the astronomy tower after astronomy class and talk and smoke. they just catch up and talk about nonsense. theo is a very honest and open person so he’ll still tell us things he’s thinking about but mattheo is always and will be his number 1 person.

✮ . . . theo is not much of a drinker at parties, he smokes weed until he can’t roll anymore. he also uses it as a coping mechanism if he’s feeling shit. he gets in his own head sometimes about the death of his mother, it’s something that theo is still processing to this day.

✮ . . . tell me why theo is straight but kisses mattheo sober at parties 🤔🤔🤔

✮ . . . theo is not the person everyone describes him to be. he’s not this guy who pretends to have a high body count to fit in, he doesn’t stuff his face with food every chance he gets and he would never let anyone called him teddy. doesn’t matter who you are- he finds it cringe and ‘revolting’ (his words not mine). i think the slytherin boy react accounts on tiktok have ruined everyone’s perception of the slytherin boys. ✮ but i know this is just me and my experiences and my dr and it’s not the same for everyone, it’s just that i used to think he was like this and then i shifted and it was like a slap in the face lol

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Things Lord Lucifer would like beginners to know

I original made this post on reddit, but I thought it relevant to post here too. I’ve spoken about some of this stuff on my page already but a little reminder never hurts.

This is in no way a comprehensive list, these are just things he has expressed to me over time that he would appreciate me sharing with others.

1. Lucifer will never approach two different people in the same way.

Lord Lucifer, unlike some other deities or spirits, is extremely in tune to human psychology and will manifest to each human in a very personal way. He will intentionally take a form that communicates something very specific to you, he will utilize your fears, dreams, and the things you do not yet know about yourself to make himself known to you. To me, Lucifer has appeared in a variety of forms depending on the context. Sometimes he appears as a young human man with black hair and blue eyes. Sometimes he appears as an older man with blonde hair and red eyes. Sometimes he appears completely inhuman, like a serpent, a dragon, a raven. Sometimes he appears like a garden, or a planet, or a mountain. All of these forms are used to communicate different things. An older Lucifer is meant to communicate how ancient he is. When he appears as a planet or mountain, he’s communicating how gargantuan he is, a serpent to communicate how subtle, sneaky, and manipulative he can be. Don’t be all too surprised if he appears very differently than he did yesterday.

2. Lucifer really despises begging.

This was something he made clear to me right away. Do not beg Lucifer to manifest, do not beg him to pay attention to you, he hates it. It’s okay to be genuine and express how much you may need him for whatever you’re doing, or to want to be recognized. But do not beg for him to appear as if you were a peasant begging for food. You are a sovereign in your own right, you have every right to a response, you are important and worthy enough to be in his presence. Act like it. Do not grovel and beg him to have pity on you. Absolutely show respect and gratitude. But do not act like you’re “so lucky” that he’s paying attention to you.

3. On the same note, self degradation is a big no no

Beyond just talking down to yourself, Lucifer hates people who fish for compliments. If you’re constantly calling yourself ugly, Lucifer isn’t going to be the one to reassure you that you’re pretty. Sure, he can definitely be the one to give you a little extra confidence, he gives me compliments all the time. But if you degrade yourself enough times, he’ll start to agree with you. Yeah, you are ugly. He’s not going to give in and shower you with the compliments you’re looking for. A large part of this journey with him is finding our own power and confidence. You’re preventing him from doing his job any time you degrade yourself. And if you’re preventing him from doing what he was created to do, then he’s going to start ignoring you.

4. If you think you know everything you’re already wrong

You will always be a student, regardless of how long you’ve been practicing or how mature you are in that practice. When you assume you know and have done everything, you cut yourself off from the possibility of learning more. There is always something new to be learned, and you will be forced to change your mind and evolve. You will never be done learning from him.

5. He doesn’t demand loyalty, but he definitely appreciates commitment. He will not trust you if you do not trust him.

Lucifer is the morning star, but he is also the mourning star. He is an entity that has been betrayed and has lost companions time and time again. He is very used to his followers eventually leaving him and going on to do something else. He’s not going to demand you devote your eternal soul to him if that’s not something you actively and passionately want to do. He greatly values loyalty and commitment, he wants followers that are going to stick with him through this life and beyond, and he will reward his followers that remain loyal to him. But unless you are truly, and I mean seriously and truly willing to devote your life to upholding his principles, *do not* say you will. Your word is bond, and to betray your word means it is worth nothing. If you go back on your promises, he isn’t going to hurt you for it, but he’s also not going to trust you and he is not going to prioritize you.

6. Morality is a human concern. It is your job to define your boundaries, not his.

You need to be very aware of your boundaries and limits before you reach out. Lucifer is not going to be the one to discourage something because it’s mean, immoral, or illegal. It is your responsibility as the human to have morals that you can remain firm on, regardless of if Lucifer himself disagrees or not. Murder and animal abuse are off the table for me. I don’t care what the ritual calls for, I am not going to kill a cat or hurt a child. It’s not Lucifer’s responsibility to ensure that I have good morals, it is mine.

7. He will test your boundaries and convictions, he isn’t always being serious.

Connected to the last point, Lucifer will mess with you just to test how firm you are in your morals. He will say things he doesn’t agree with, just to hear you justify your reasons for believing what you believe. If Lucifer tells me I have to hurt a child for him, it is my job to put my foot down and say no. You are allowed to disagree with Lucifer, in fact sometimes he will force you to. He finds it very admirable when someone is able to hold their ground against him. He will force you to reaffirm what it is that you believe and why you believe it constantly. If he says something heinous, and you truly disagree but meekly agree just to appease him, he will know your will is fragile. You do not have to appease Lucifer. Remain true to yourself.

8. Lucifer does not know shame nor will he reject you because you did something wrong.

Just be honest. Don’t lie and don’t try to hide it, he can see everything. If I make a mistake or resort to some behaviour I am ashamed of, I can always rest assured that Lord Lucifer will help me approach it with unconditional acceptance. He will not cringe or turn away from your most repressed parts, he will help you acknowledge them and move forward. Having the strength and bravery to say “I know that I shouldn’t have done this, and I need help to ensure it doesn’t happen again” is far more admirable than hiding it and running away. You need to be willing to admit when you’re wrong and ignorant so you can be given the tools to grow and get right.

9. Please experiment

This was one of the points he stressed the most. Stop asking for permission and just do it. Maybe it’ll work out and maybe it won’t. As a God of Enlightenment, Lucifer is most excited by the pursuit of knowledge. That sometimes means failing. Before you ask someone else if Lucifer likes a certain offering, just try giving it to him. He prefers when his followers learn from experience rather than just following the advice of others. “Will Lucifer like it if I-?” Maybe! “Will Lucifer be offended if I-?” Ask him! “Is it okay if I-?” Who knows! Try it out and record your results.

10. Worship yourself above all else, but leave room for empathy.

“Empathy is the greatest tool of intellect. In order to understand oneself they must first understand the world that created them, and the people who created the world. Once they understand the people who created the world, they can begin to change themselves, other people, and the world.”

- Lord Lucifer

Above all else you should be honouring yourself and treating yourself as divine. However, do not forget that every other human you share this Earth with is also just as divine as you are. The goal isn’t to become a narcissist or to think you’re better than others. Understanding how your actions impact others and being able to empathize with their experiences is essential to spiritual enlightenment. Learn from others, continue to seek knowledge from unexpected places, and do not ever turn your back on humanity.

11. These things take time. Consistency is key

Try to get to a place where your rituals actually become *rituals*, things you do routinely every day until you don’t even have to think about it anymore. If you’re working on mantras or enns, say them while you doing something you do every day like showering. You’re not going to have that breakthrough right away, you’re not going to see results right away. Part of the commitment of the Luciferian path is patience. Some things can only be understood in retrospect. Don’t rush anything.

12. He’s a therapist.

He will make you cry, he will make you remember things you’d rather forget. He will make you aware of all of the factors and childhood experiences that have made you the person you are today. Your locked box is now open, there is no secret he does not know, no fetish or fixation he hasn’t seen. Let him help you. His goal is to make you aware and give you the tools to change.

13. Talking shit about other Gods, angels, spirits, or religious will not gain you points with him.

Lucifer is in many contexts considered to be a separate entity than the biblical Satan. He doesn’t care about Christianity or Abrahamic religion and its followers, and he gets bored extremely fast when people assume he wants to participate in complaining about Christians all day. Don’t get me wrong, he does at times get agitated by organized religions and the way they have historically suppressed knowledge and freedom, he doesn’t agree with the biblical doctrine, he’s not a fan of the church, he doesn’t necessarily like or agree with the Abrahamic God, and you might catch him throwing some shade from time to time. But he also doesn’t have a great hatred towards that God or his people either, in fact I’d say he is largely apathetic. He despises spiritual slavery, supremacy, and the doctrine that dominates Christianity. But to actively hate God or religion would be to allow them to have power over him. That power would inform his decisions, it would control him. Lucifer does not care enough to shit talk angels, nor will he encourage you to spend your precious minutes ranting about Christians. His philosophy with me has always been “forgive God and move on.” Do not forgive out of righteousness or kindness. Forgive so you can no longer be controlled by your hatred. This doesn’t mean be complacent or nice for the sake of being nice. When you see injustice, call it out. But don’t obsess over a religion you’re not apart of and a God you don’t worship.

14. Bigotry is a huge turn off

Lucifer is the God of liberation. He is the lord of the liminal, the atypical, and the rejected. If you hold any kind of belief that places one human below another, he’s really really not going to entertain it. It doesn’t matter what kind of discrimination it is. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, islamphobia, antisemitism, fatphobia, ableism etc. He doesn’t care. Lucifer truly values diversity and appreciates those who have been hated the most. He is a God of the minority, and he holds the greatest solidarity with those whom society has outcasted. The queer, the freak, the insane and the obscene, Lucifer is the patron of. If you see those who are different than you as lesser than, if you reject the immense diversity of the human race, and if you look down upon others because they are too weird, or too difficult to understand, Lord Lucifer is not going to take you seriously at all.

15. Say thank you

Lucifer likes recognition. If you’ve recently received some blessing that you think came from him, some kind of recognition or thank you is appreciated.

I think that’s it! These are all the major things we’ve discussed most recently and have remained consistent in all the conversations I’ve had with other Luciferians. Lord Lucifer is an incredibly patient and truly wonderful presence in my life and I hope the same is true for you! Ave Lord Lucifer and Hail Thyself!

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𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 (^^)♡:

⚪ 𝐷𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎/𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒/𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦

⚪𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 & 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ

⚪𝑈𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

⚪𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛/𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑚: 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦 > ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦, 𝐴𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡/𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡

⚪𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 & 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡

⚪𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝐼 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑚 (𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑡 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა)

⚪ 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝐻𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 (ง ื▿ ื)ว

⚪𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐

⚪𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 “𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝” 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑚

⚪ 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠 (𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛) 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 "𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐷𝑎 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒" 𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 (𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟(￢_￢;))

𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟: 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑇ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓!

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A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom.

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members.

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am.

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later.

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch.

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin.

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm.

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap.

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly.

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..."

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo.

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes.

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear.

"Thank you." He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly.

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly.

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror.

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away.

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms.

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you.

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer.

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

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