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Fractured Stillness

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: bf!theo riddle x reader

: word count ; 1.5k

: cw ; angst.

: a/n! this is kind of a ‘sensitive’ read, heavy heavy angst.

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The creak of the front door echoed through the oppressive stillness of the house, its sound like a pebble dropped into a vast, silent void. It was soft, almost hesitant, yet it carried far, rippling through the suffocating quiet. You didn’t move. The sound barely registered in the haze that wrapped around you, thick and unyielding like a fog. Not even the faintest flicker of acknowledgment crossed your face, your features as still as the stagnant air in the room. You remained where you were—in the bathtub, fully clothed, the fabric of your shirt heavy with water, clinging to your skin like a second layer. Your arms rested limply by your sides, fingertips grazing the edge of the water’s surface. The once-crisp white tiles of the bathroom gleamed dully beneath the harsh glow of the overhead light, now streaked with the trails of water that overflowed from the tub. The faucet continued its relentless stream, the water cascading over the porcelain edge in steady, rhythmic splashes. It pooled at your feet, spreading outward in a slow, deliberate creep that mirrored the lethargy of your thoughts. The water had long since soaked through the bath mat, soaking into the grout between the tiles, but you barely noticed. You barely felt it. The chill of the water climbing up your legs and the uncomfortable weight of your drenched clothes were sensations that belonged to someone else, someone distant. The room, much like your mind, felt disconnected from the passage of time. Minutes blurred into hours, or perhaps it was only seconds—it was impossible to tell. The air grew heavier with each passing moment, the sound of running water the only constant, its monotonous rhythm both lulling and oppressive. It wasn’t until a faint, distant sound broke through the haze—a sound that tugged at the frayed edges of your awareness—that something shifted. Footsteps. Slow, hesitant, and growing louder. They moved across the floorboards, each one seeming to reverberate through the walls. The footsteps carried weight, purpose, and something else you couldn’t quite grasp. The bathroom door handle rattled slightly, the sound startling in its suddenness. Then came the faintest creak as the door began to inch open, spilling muted light into the dim, humid space. The glow barely penetrated the fog in your mind, but it brought with it a scent—warm, familiar, grounding. It was the faint trace of Theodore’s cologne, subtle yet unmistakable. A mix of cedarwood and something sharp, clean, and achingly him. It filled the room in the same way his presence did: quietly yet profoundly. The door pushed open fully now, the faint scuff of wood against the frame breaking the silence. For the first time, there was movement—someone else’s, not yours. Theodore stepped into the bathroom, his movements cautious, as though the very air inside might shatter if he tread too heavily. His shoes clicked softly against the wet tiles, the sound muted by the growing puddle of water. Then, he froze. The sharp intake of his breath cut through the quiet like a blade. He stood there, utterly still, as if he had walked into a dream—or perhaps a nightmare. His wide eyes swept over the scene in front of him, struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. The water pooling on the floor. The faucet still running. And then you. His gaze landed on you, slumped in the tub, your head tilted back against the cool porcelain. For a moment, he couldn’t move, his chest tightening painfully. The sight of you—a figure he knew to be vibrant, alive, and so impossibly strong—looking so small, so fragile, rooted him to the spot. Theodore’s heart clenched, a pang of something sharp and unfamiliar running through him. He had never seen you like this before. You, who always met the world with defiance in your eyes and steel in your spine, now seemed utterly defeated. It was a contradiction so jarring, so wrong, that his mind struggled to reconcile it.

“Y/N,” he whispered, voice tight with alarm, as if speaking any louder might shatter you further. His strides were quick yet hesitant as he approached, the water on the floor soaking through his shoes as he knelt beside the tub.

“Hey,” he called softly, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your shoulder. His voice wavered, cracking under the weight of the emotions he could no longer suppress, laced with anxiety so palpable it seemed to fill the room, pressing against the walls. There was a desperation there too, raw and unfiltered, one he couldn’t hide even if he tried. “Please,” he murmured, barely more than a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might shatter you. “Please, wake up.” His hand hovered for a moment before it finally settled on your shoulder, his touch unbearably gentle, as though you were made of glass—fragile and splintered, a single wrong move away from breaking apart entirely. His fingers trembled, hesitant yet steady in their resolve, as he shook your shoulder lightly. The water soaking through your clothes seeped into his skin, chilling his hand, but he didn’t pull away. “Y/N…” he whispered again, this time as a plea, the sound carrying an ache that ran deeper than words. Leaning closer, his breath ghosted over your damp hair as he searched your face, his eyes scanning for even the faintest flicker of awareness. His own face was etched with worry, his brows drawn together, his jaw tense, his lips parted slightly as if he were on the verge of saying something more but couldn’t find the words. You were so still, too still, and that terrified him. His gaze lingered on your closed eyelids, willing them to open, to meet his. The silence between you stretched thin, fraying at the edges with every passing second. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, a wild rhythm that seemed to echo in his ears, drowning out the soft dripping of water onto the floor. He gently shifted his hand, brushing away a strand of wet hair that clung to your cheek, his thumb lingering there for a moment as though the contact might anchor you back to him. “Come on,” he whispered, his voice breaking, his words barely audible over the sound of his own racing heartbeat.

“Don’t do this. Not to me. Please.”

Theodore’s mind raced, torn between panic and the need to stay composed for your sake. Memories of your shared moments flashed before him—your laughter, your defiance, the way you always seemed so unshakable. To see you like this, reduced to a shell of the person he knew, was like staring into an unfamiliar abyss. It was a sight he couldn’t reconcile with the version of you he carried in his heart. His fingers tightened just slightly on your shoulder, the motion as much to ground himself as it was to try to rouse you. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping even lower, trembling with the weight of his fear.

“It’s me. Theo. I’m here. Just… give me something, anything. Please.”

When you didn’t respond immediately, his chest tightened further, the air in his lungs feeling too thick to breathe. His eyes burned, but he refused to let tears fall. Not now. Not when you needed him to be strong, even if every part of him felt like it was unraveling. He moved closer still, his free hand hovering just above your arm before it came to rest there, his touch careful, deliberate. The damp fabric of your sleeve clung to his fingers, cold and heavy. Your eyelids fluttered, slowly peeling open, and your gaze met his. The depth of concern in his eyes was overwhelming, but your mind was too clouded to fully process it. You blinked sluggishly, a heavy silence stretching between you, until finally, Theodore exhaled a shaky breath of relief.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, though the ache in his chest didn’t ease. “Thank Merlin.”

He couldn’t bear to see you like this. Without another second of hesitation, Theodore leaned forward and slipped his arms beneath you. The water sloshed over the tub’s edges as he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you into his chest. You were limp in his hold, your soaked clothes clinging to your skin as the chill seeped through to his. But he didn’t care. His only concern was you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he cradled you against him. His arms tightened around you unconsciously, as though holding you close could undo the torment you had endured. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m so sorry.” Your lips parted, and for a moment, Theodore thought you were going to speak. But the only sound that escaped you was a faint, hoarse whisper.

“Cold,” you rasped, the single word sending a pang through Theodore’s heart.

“Cold,” he repeated, his brow furrowing as he immediately recognized your discomfort. Shifting you gently, he reached for a nearby towel and wrapped it around you, his movements careful and deliberate. “I’ve got you,” he assured, his voice steady despite the storm raging within him. “I’m here.”

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Downpour

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: bf!tom riddle x reader

: word count ; 1.3k

: cw ; kissing and a bunch of fluff!!

: a/n! Holy fuck it’s been ages! I’m so sorry for not writing, I had to study and study for exams. I’m thankful they’re over now!

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The rain poured relentlessly, creating a symphony of soft patters against the cobblestone path ahead. You paused, glancing at him as he hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly at the downpour outside. The reluctant look on his face made you chuckle softly.

“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little rain?” You teased, tugging on his sleeve. He sighed, releasing his grip on the door.

“We don’t have to get drenched,” he reasoned, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out to you.

“You can use this as cover.”

You grinned, shaking your head.

“No need,” you said simply, grabbing his hand. Without warning, you pulled him outside, straight into the rain. The cold droplets hit you both instantly, soaking through your clothes and clinging to your skin. You gasped at the sudden chill, but it only made the moment more exhilarating. He stiffened at first, his posture rigid, clearly caught off guard by the downpour. You, however, couldn’t help but laugh—a sound so carefree and bright that it bubbled up from your chest like a melody breaking free. Throwing your head back, you let the rain kiss your cheeks, your arms spreading wide as if to embrace the storm itself. Water trailed down your face, mingling with the strands of hair plastered to your forehead, but none of it mattered. You twirled once, your movements light and unbothered, sending tiny droplets flying into the air around you. He stood frozen, watching you with a mix of disbelief and something else he couldn’t quite name. The rain clung to his dark lashes, his damp hair beginning to curl slightly at the edges. The stoic mask he so often wore seemed to crack ever so slightly. His gaze softened as he watched you, the laughter shaking your shoulders like a ripple of pure joy. Something shifted within him—an almost imperceptible change. For the first time, he didn’t feel the weight of his own thoughts. Instead, he found himself captivated by the way you glowed in the rain, your happiness so genuine and unrestrained that it tugged at his heart. A flicker of something unfamiliar stirred in

“Madness,” he muttered, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice now.

“Come on, it’s fun!”

You exclaimed, spinning around and splashing in a puddle like a child. The water splattered his perfectly polished shoes, droplets scattering across the pristine leather. He froze for a moment, glancing down at the damage as if deciding whether to sigh in exasperation or let it go. His lips parted, and you braced yourself for some sharp remark, but it never came. Instead, he looked up at you—your grin mischievous, your eyes sparkling like raindrops caught in sunlight—and his irritation melted away. He hesitated, just for a second, as though weighing his next move. And then, without thinking, he stepped closer. The space between you disappeared, the world fading until all you could feel was his presence, warm and steady amidst the chill. His hands found your shoulders, gentle but firm, grounding you in the moment. His touch sent a surprising warmth radiating through you, a stark contrast to the cold rain soaking through your clothes. Slowly, his fingers slid down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His movements were deliberate, almost tentative, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was doing��or why. When his hands reached yours, they lingered for the briefest moment, his thumb brushing your knuckles in a way that made your breath hitch. And then, with a decisive motion, he pulled you closer, wrapping his jacket around both of you. The scent of him—clean and faintly woodsy—enveloped you, mingling with the rain-soaked air. The world outside the jacket seemed to disappear, muffled by the fabric and the rhythmic sound of rain.

“Come here,” he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the storm. You glanced up, finding his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. His arm rested protectively around your shoulders, holding you close as if shielding you from more than just the rain. For all his usual composure, there was something unspoken in the way he looked at you now—a vulnerability that felt rare, precious, and just for you.

“You’re cold,”

He said, his voice softer now. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“No, I’m not,” you replied with a quiet chuckle.

Raindrops clung to your lashes, sparkling like tiny jewels, and he couldn’t look away. His chest tightened as he noticed the way your lips curved, how effortlessly happy you looked. For a moment, he wondered if this was what peace felt like—this moment, with you.

“You’ll be,” he murmured, brushing a strand of wet hair from your forehead. His fingers lingered longer than necessary, and you leaned into his touch, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then you’ll just have to keep me warm.”

His breath hitched at your words, his mind swirling with emotions he couldn’t quite name—emotions that felt both foreign and overwhelming. His hand moved almost instinctively, tilting your chin up with a delicate touch. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the rain. He held your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours as though he was looking for something, or perhaps finding something he didn’t know he needed.

“You’re impossible,”

he whispered, his voice low and tinged with an edge of frustration. But his lips betrayed him, curving into the faintest smile—a rare and unguarded softness that made your heart flutter. His thumb lingered at your lip for just a second longer before his hand slid to cup your jaw.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured, the warmth in his tone melting any barriers he might have tried to keep between you. You felt a bubble of laughter escape, light and carefree, and it seemed to draw him in even further. Before you could think, you grabbed his hand and spun him once more, pulling him into another twirl beneath the relentless rain. The world spun around you, the downpour a blur, but his eyes never left yours. Your laughter filled the air, blending with the patter of raindrops, and for a moment, everything else faded. As you slowed to a stop, your hands still clasped his, and you found yourselves closer than before. Your chest brushed against his, the space between you all but gone. The rain trailed down his sharp features, clinging to his lashes and dripping from his jaw, but his gaze remained fixed on you. There was no hesitation now, no guarded walls. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers threading gently into your damp hair. He leaned in, achingly slow, as if giving you every chance to pull away—but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your breath mingled with his, warm and shallow, as the world seemed to hold its breath with you. And then, finally, his lips met yours. The kiss was tentative at first, soft and exploring, as though he was testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, his other hand finding your waist to pull you closer. His lips were warm despite the chill in the air, moving against yours with a mixture of intensity and tenderness that sent a thrill through you. The rain was forgotten, the cold a distant memory as heat coursed through you, grounding you in this moment—this perfect, electrifying moment. When he finally pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead rested gently against yours. His breath was uneven, his lips slightly parted as though he was about to speak. Instead, he let out a soft, almost incredulous laugh, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with awe.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

You smiled, your fingers curling into the damp fabric of his shirt as you whispered back,

“Perhaps, but I’m not sorry.”

And as his lips found yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for doubt, you knew he wasn’t sorry either.

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Sweater Weather

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: bbf!blaise x reader

: word count ; 1k

: cw; fluff, fluff and some more fluff!!

: a/n! thank you so much for the support on my last fic!! it means so much to me ^_^

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The fireplace crackled softly in the Slytherin common room, casting warm shadows across the stone walls. You sat curled up in an oversized emerald-green sweater, the sleeves draping well past your fingertips. You tugged the hem down around your knees and tried not to think too much about how the sweater actually belonged to Blaise. It had been an unseasonably chilly night, and without thinking, you’d grabbed it from the back of his chair when you couldn’t find your own jumper. Across the room, Blaise was watching you with an amused expression, a slight smirk playing at his lips. You could feel his eyes on you, and you shifted self-consciously, pulling the fabric closer around yourself. You felt ridiculous in his sweater, which smelled faintly of mint and cedar, just like him.

“You know,”

Blaise said lazily, leaning back on the armchair opposite you,

“That’s a good look for you. Almost like it was meant to be yours.”

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. You just left it lying around. Besides, I was freezing.”

“Oh, of course,”

He replied, nodding solemnly. “A dire, sweater-related emergency.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, but you couldn’t quite hide your smile. Blaise always had a way of making you feel at ease, even when he teased you like this. Your friendship had been something of a surprise, really. While you’d both been in the same year at Hogwarts for years, you hadn’t actually spent much time together until last year, when you’d been partnered for a Potions project. From there, things just… clicked. Blaise was easy to be around, with his calm, laid-back demeanor and dry sense of humor. He could be a bit prickly with others, but with you, he was open, almost soft. He wasn’t one for loud laughs, but you had gotten used to the quiet warmth in his smiles, the way his eyes crinkled when he was truly amused.

“So, are you going to keep it?”

He asked, gesturing to the sweater. You blushed slightly.

“Maybe,” You said with a grin.

“But only if you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind? It suits you.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching you with that unreadable look he always wore.

“And besides, it might be nice to see you in it more often.”

You laughed, brushing off the comment, but your heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at you, his eyes lingering just a bit too long. You shook your head, determined to keep things light.

“Alright then, it’s mine now. Don’t even think about asking for it back.”

Blaise smirked, giving you a mock salute. “Understood. Anything else of mine you’d like to steal?”

“Hmm, maybe that scarf of yours,” You mused, your voice playful. “It looks soft.”

Blaise chuckled, reaching for the scarf around his neck and holding it out to you. “If you’re that cold, Y/N, you should’ve just said so.”

You blinked, surprised he’d actually offered it to you, but you took it from him, wrapping it around your neck. It was even softer than you’d thought, and you couldn’t help but sigh contentedly.

“This is ridiculous,”

You muttered, though you were smiling. “You’re going to think I’m trying to become you or something.”

“Would that be so bad?” He teased.

“Though I’m not sure I could pull off your style quite as well.”

You rolled your eyes, but a comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that only existed between close friends. Blaise leaned back in his chair, and you shifted in yours, curling your knees up to your chest. The sweater draped over you, the weight of it a pleasant reminder of their easy companionship. After a while, Blaise glanced at you, his expression thoughtful.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You nodded, curious. “Of course.”

“Why do you look after everyone else but never let anyone look after you?”

The question caught you off guard, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up. Blaise knew you too well, it seemed. You wasn’t used to people asking things like that, especially not him.

“I don’t know,” you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I guess I just don’t want to be a bother.”

Blaise’s gaze softened.

“You’re not a bother, Y/N. You’re… you’re important to me.”

His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure he was allowed to say it. You looked up at him, surprised by the honesty in his voice. There was something vulnerable about him in that moment, something you wasn’t used to seeing. For once, he wasn’t teasing you or putting on his usual carefree mask.

“Thanks, Blaise,” you whispered, a small smile playing at your lips.

“That… that means a lot.”

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, before the moment could get too heavy, you cleared your throat, breaking the silence.

“Alright, since I’m wearing your clothes, I think it’s only fair that you make us some tea.”

Blaise chuckled, standing up with a dramatic sigh.

“Fine, fine. Since you’re practically royalty in my sweater, how could I refuse?”

You laughed, watching him disappear into the small kitchen area off the common room. While he busied himself, you settled back, pulling the sweater even tighter around yourself. You felt strangely content, sitting here like this, wearing his clothes, surrounded by the quiet hum of their shared space. When he returned with two mugs of steaming tea, he handed you one with a grin. “Your Majesty.”

You accepted it with a mock-curtsy, taking a sip and sighing happily. “Perfect.”

They sat in comfortable silence, sipping their tea as the fire crackled and popped in front of them. You glanced over at him, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire or the tea. In that quiet moment, wrapped in his sweater and surrounded by the familiar comfort of their friendship, you realized something. You didn’t know when or how, but somewhere along the line, Blaise Zabini had become your home. And for now, that was enough.

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[nottsdarling]

hi!! call me vivienne or vivi for short!

she/her. early 20’s. sagittarius. infp.

theodore notts darling

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LINKS!

Drunk Rambles ; ex!bf theo x reader

Vampires Kiss ; vampire!bf draco x reader

Delusion part 1 + part 2 ; liar!bf mattheo x reader

Sweater Weather ; bbf!blaise x reader

Downpour ; bf!tom x reader

Fractured Stillness ; bf!theo x reader

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REQUESTS!

Request anything my angels! I’d love to write out your fantasy’s for you!!

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Delusion

Summary; Finding out that your boyfriend of 3 months has been lying and pretending about his feelings the whole relationship.

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: Cheater!bf Mattheo x reader

: word count ; 1.5k

: cw; cheating, lying, manipulation

: a/n! this is part two!! you can find part 1 here. Enjoy my angels!

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You heard the footsteps quicken behind you, echoing in the empty hallways, as you tried to speed up, wanting to escape the confrontation that was inevitable. You knew Mattheo would catch up, his determination never letting him fall behind, especially when he was set on something—or someone. But even as his hand wrapped around your arm, you kept your gaze on the floor, refusing to look him in the eye. The grip on your arm was firm yet shaky, betraying the emotions beneath his tough exterior. Mattheo’s calloused fingers, a sign of his roughness and recklessness, felt painfully real against your soft skin. You felt your heart clench, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to show it.

“Y/N… please,”

He said, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic vulnerability that you hadn’t heard before. He tugged slightly, as if pulling you closer would somehow mend the gap between you, as if one touch could erase everything that had happened. But you shook his hand off, your body instinctively recoiling from him.

“Don’t touch me,”

You said, your voice strained but steady.

“I can’t do this.”

“Y/N… we were just joking, it was just guy stuff,”

He said, the excuse faltering as he saw the hurt in your eyes. You shook your head.

“Guy stuff? That’s what you call it? Making a fool out of me? Leading me on while laughing with your friends about how easy it is to play with my feelings?”

He tried to speak, his mouth opening to form words, but nothing came out. You could see the regret in his eyes, like he wanted to reach into his chest and hand you the guilt-ridden mess that was his heart. But no amount of remorse would undo the damage. You forced yourself to stay strong, even though part of you wanted to give in to his apology. Mattheo had always been charming, persuasive, the kind of guy who knew just the right words to say. But this time, his silver tongue failed him.

“Please, Y/N. Just… just listen to me,”

He pleaded, desperation coating his words. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated with himself.

“I… I didn’t mean for it to get this far.”

You scoffed.

“What exactly did you mean, then, Mattheo? To keep me around as some toy you could pick up and toss aside whenever you felt like it? I’m not here for your amusement.”

You could feel the bitterness seeping into every word. He looked wounded, and yet that wasn’t enough for the hurt he’d caused you. The silence stretched on, with only his shallow breaths and your pounding heartbeat filling the void. Finally, he whispered,

“What do you want, Y/N?”

For a second, the weight of your feelings pressed down on you, almost making you crumble. But anger resurfaced, becoming a shield you desperately clung to.

“I want you to leave me alone. I want you to go back to whatever you were doing before you decided to mess with my life.”

“I’m sorry,”

He said, his voice breaking.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You laughed bitterly.

“Sorry for what? For playing with my heart like it was nothing? For making me think that maybe, just maybe, you actually cared?” You felt the sting of tears but blinked them away, refusing to let him see just how deeply he’d hurt you.

“Go fuck yourself, Mattheo.”

The words tore out of you, laced with every ounce of anger and betrayal you felt. You turned away from him, feeling the satisfaction of letting go and the agony of what might have been. Mattheo stood there, shoulders slumped, the pain in his eyes mirroring the ache in your heart. He looked down, defeated, as if your words had hit him harder than he ever expected. The silence between you both felt like a chasm, one that he couldn’t cross. But he didn’t walk away. Instead, he stayed there, his voice a quiet murmur that you barely caught as you began to walk off.

“I didn’t deserve you,”

He said, so softly that it was almost a whisper. You paused, something about his tone stopping you in your tracks. Against your better judgment, you glanced over your shoulder. His face was pale, his eyes rimmed red with an emotion that even he seemed unaccustomed to showing.

“I never deserved you, Y/N,”

He repeated, his voice a raw confession.

“I know that. I thought I could keep things casual, that I could pretend it didn’t mean anything. But it does. It means everything.” His words hung in the air, pleading with you to believe them. You turned back to face him fully, though your arms remained crossed, your posture defensive.

“Why are you telling me this now, Mattheo? After all that’s happened, why now?”

“Because… because I can’t lose you,”

He said, his voice trembling.

“I can’t let you walk out of my life without trying to make it right. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I need you to know that none of it was a game to me. I acted like an idiot because I was scared. Scared of how much I cared about you, of how vulnerable you make me feel.”

You stared at him, processing his words, the sincerity evident in his voice. For the first time, you saw past the bravado, the layers of sarcasm and charm he’d built around himself. You saw the boy who was terrified of rejection, of losing the one person he finally let himself care for.

“And now?”

You asked softly, feeling your anger slowly unravel.

“Now, I’m asking for a chance. Just one chance to prove that I’m not the jerk I’ve been acting like,”

He said, his gaze locking onto yours with a steadiness that took you by surprise.

“I’m asking you to let me show you that I can be better. For you.”

The rawness of his confession left you speechless. A part of you wanted to walk away, to protect yourself from being hurt again. But another part, a deeper part, remembered the moments you’d shared with him, the glimpses of vulnerability he’d shown, the times he’d made you laugh when you thought no one could.

“Mattheo,”

You started, your voice wavering,

“You can’t just expect me to forget everything.”

“I don’t expect you to,”

He replied, taking a cautious step closer.

“But I’m hoping that maybe, with time, I can earn your forgiveness. That maybe I can make things right.”

You hesitated, letting his words sink in. Could he change? Could he truly prove to you that he was willing to make amends, to become someone worthy of your trust? After a long pause, you finally spoke.

“One chance, Mattheo. That’s all you get. And you have to earn it.”

A flicker of hope lit up his face as he nodded, determination replacing the despair.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,”

He promised, his voice steady and resolute.

“I won’t let you down this time.”

Over the next few weeks, Mattheo set out to prove his sincerity. He showed up for you in small, consistent ways. He was there to walk you to classes, to bring you coffee in the mornings, to listen when you needed to vent about your day. Slowly, he chipped away at the wall you’d built around your heart, his gestures becoming more genuine, more heartfelt. He wasn’t just charming or persuasive; he was present, dependable, and vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before. Gradually, you found yourself softening, the anger dissolving as you saw the effort he was making. He was trying, truly trying, to be someone worthy of your love. And with each passing day, you felt yourself falling for him again, but this time, it was different. This time, you were certain he wasn’t hiding behind a mask. One evening, as the two of you sat beneath a starlit sky, he turned to you, his expression nervous but hopeful.

“Y/N, I know I’ve said it before, but I want you to hear it again. I love you. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it, until I prove that I’m here for you, and only you.”

You looked at him, seeing the man he’d become, and felt a warmth in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I believe you, Mattheo,”

You whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“I believe you.”

And as he pulled you into his arms, you knew that this time, it was real. You knew that he was yours, and that you were his, in a way that felt like coming home. The past hadn’t vanished, but it had given way to a new beginning. Together, you found a love that was honest, true, and unbreakable, a love that had grown from the ashes of hurt and transformed into something beautiful. And in that moment, beneath the stars, you knew that this was the happy ending you’d both been searching for.

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Delusion

Summary; Finding out that your boyfriend of 3 months has been lying and pretending about his feelings the whole relationship. 

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: Liar!bf Mattheo x reader

: word count ; 696

: cw; cheating, lying, manipulation

: a/n! Part 2 here, my angels !!

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Stepping out from behind your boyfriend, Mattheo, you immediately sensed this was a mistake. As if choreographed, heads turned, eyes following you with a silent intensity that was almost suffocating. Every one of his friends fixated their gaze on you, the weight of their attention pinning you in place. It felt like the entire room was collectively holding its breath, waiting to see what you would do. Beside you, Mattheo chuckled, breaking the silence in his usual carefree manner.

“So, uh… this is my girlfriend, guys,”

He announced, his voice tinged with a hint of discomfort. Another forced chuckle escaped him, and, without another word, he stepped away, leaving you standing alone amidst the judging eyes. He didn’t offer you a seat or even invite you to join him. The awkwardness crept over you like a cold shiver. You felt as though the room was closing in, each stare a reminder of your isolation in this unfamiliar crowd. Your instincts screamed at you to leave, to escape the humiliation pressing down on you.

You scanned the room, searching for any familiar or friendly face, and your eyes landed on Draco. He sighed audibly, his gaze casting a shadow of disapproval. The moment stretched uncomfortably as you wondered what Mattheo had whispered to him earlier to warrant that reaction. Desperate to escape, you made an attempt to quietly slip away. But just as you turned, Mattheo’s voice sliced through the tension.

“Where you off to? Not leaving us now, are you?”

He teased, a slight edge to his tone. Instantly, everyone’s eyes shifted back to you, intensifying the feeling of exposure. Your face flushed as you stammered.

“I- uh… just to the bathroom.”

Laughter rippled through the group, low whispers and snide comments about your appearance reaching your ears. Mattheo’s expression shifted into something almost disdainful as he pointed vaguely in the direction of the bathroom. Without another word, you hurried away, your heart pounding. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you leaned against the door, trying to steady your breaths as you took in your reflection in the mirror. Under the harsh light, every flaw seemed magnified. You tugged at your hair and picked at your skin, struggling with the image staring back at you. The doubts gnawed at you, but a flicker of anger stirred within. Mattheo’s dismissive treatment and his friends’ mockery felt like a slap in the face. Resolving to stand up for yourself, you took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and stepped out of the bathroom. As you approached the common room, voices drifted to you, stopping you in your tracks. Your name was mentioned, and you listened, heart sinking with each word.

“You guys are so mean toward Y/N!”

Mattheo’s voice rang out, casual yet mocking.

“You’re not any better, Mattheo… the poor girl actually thinks you like her,”

Blaise sneered, his voice growing louder, matched by the others’ laughter. Mattheo laughed along, brushing it off.

“Well, I can’t break up with her… she’s clingy. I’d feel bad.”

Stunned, you felt the floor tilt under you as you processed his words. You took a shaky step forward, feeling the betrayal sink deeper with each breath. Mattheo’s next words twisted the knife further.

“I’ll just get into an argument and make her break up with me. Easy.”

At this, the room fell into an awkward hush. Mattheo frowned, noticing the sudden silence, and looked around, his eyes landing on Draco’s shocked expression. Following Draco’s gaze, he turned and saw you standing there, trembling with hurt and fury.

“Y/N…”

He breathed, eyes widening in surprise. You shook your head, fighting back tears. Without a word, you stepped forward and slapped him across the cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room. His friends sat frozen, unsure whether to look at you or the reddening mark on Mattheo’s face. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned and walked out, not looking back. As you left, you heard Mattheo mutter,

“Shit…”

But you didn’t pause. The hallway outside the common room felt colder, lonelier, but for the first time that night, you felt in control, finally stepping away from someone who didn’t deserve you.

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Vampires Kiss

: vampire!bf draco x reader

: word count ; 860

: cw: mentions of blood, biting, slight vampirism?

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Your body tossed and turned, trying to find warmth within your bed adorned with blankets, plushies and more. The shivering became uncomfortable and unbearable, unable to fall back asleep. Slowly starting to stir, you felt a a weight upon your chest. Your eyes adjusted to the dark green hue that the Slytherin common room emiited. Finally noticing Draco heavily asleep, his arms wrapped around your torso. He looks exhausted, almost fatigued. Your boyfriend had been fighting his blood thirst for weeks now, refusing to let any blood come close to his soft, pale lips. Draco had mumbled and denied more times than you can remember at your feeble attempts to get him to feed. Always getting the same reply,

“No. I’m not harming anyone, darling.”

Draco’s head snapped up, his sleepy gaze meeting with yours. His eyes glowed a dark amber, a simple sign that he needed to feed.

“Draco… baby,”

You whispered, cradling his cold body as your hands intertwined with his blonde locks.

“You need to feed… you can barely stay awake.”

You muttered, kissing his forehead. His eyes flickered over your face, taking in your beauty. Draco stared at you for moment before shaking his head and quickly burying his face back into your collarbone. His arms tightened around you, the tension in his body quite noticeable. You began to pepper soft kisses all over his face. Feeling a pang of sympathy for your lover.

“Baby… please.”

You begged. Draco had been resisting for weeks now, it was clear he was at his own mercy. At his breaking point. You felt his body tense as you spoke.

“For me… I promise you won’t hurt me. You’re exhausted baby, please.”

Draco lifted his head, feeling almost somewhat nauseous. His amber eyes were filled with desperation, and hunger. He needed to feed. His fangs were elongated as he muttered words into your chest.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you… I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

Draco’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes searching for any discomfort or hesitation in your face. Returning his gaze with a soft smile, cupping his cheeks. Draco swallowed hard, his primal instincts taking over. His lips were millimeters from your neck, he could smell you. Smell your blood pulsating through your veins. Feeling his hot breath against your neck, you shivered. Draco’s lips brushed up against your neck, resting the waters. You could feel your heart pound through your chest, the anticipation making your breathing uneasy. Draco waited, his tongue and lips teasing the supple skin of your neck. Then, finally, you felt his fangs sink into your skin. Draco’s body pushed against yours, pinning you underneath him. The sensation oddly calming. The soft, greedy noises of his swallows filled your dorm room. A strange intimacy occupying both of your minds. As he continued to feed, you found yourself slipping into a trance, lulled by the rhythmic pull of his lips on your skin. Each gentle swallow was accompanied by the soft whisper of his praise, murmured so close that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His grip tightened, possessive, yet with an underlying tenderness that made you feel cherished, protected—even as he drank from you.

“You’re like a drug to me… I can’t get enough of you.”

He mutters against your skin. Piercing your collarbone now, his body molded against yours as he lapped up your crimson blood.

“So sweet, so intoxicating,”

His lips pull away, his chest rising and falling as he looked into your eyes. He rested his forehead against yours, his amber gaze meeting your own with an intensity that took your breath away. His cheeks were flushed, the exhaustion that had shadowed his face now replaced by a renewed vitality. His fingers traced your jawline, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he held you close. Letting out a low moan, his slender fingers wrapped around your waist. His rings digging into your skin.

“Thank you,”

He whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, and yet…”

His words trailed off, as if he couldn’t quite express the depth of his gratitude, his devotion. You ran a hand through his tousled blonde locks, brushing them away from his forehead.

“I’d do anything for you, Draco,”

You murmured, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? I’m so utterly obsessed with you, princess.”

He spoke, murmuring the last part into your neck. A faint smile ghosted across his lips, though his expression remained pensive.

“I’ll never deserve you,”

He said softly, almost to himself, as if it were a truth he had come to accept long ago.You shook your head, pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead.

“And yet, here we are.”

You muttered. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close, feeling his warmth mingle with your own. For a moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you entwined in each other’s arms. Draco’s fingers traced gentle patterns along your back as he settled beside you, his arms still around your waist.

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Drunk Rambles

: ex!bf theo x reader

: word count ; 706

: cw: MNDI!!!, smut, drunk!theo, sexual languages, praise, body worship (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), face riding, rekindling

: a/n! this is my first fic ever so I’m sorry if there’s any errors etc ^_^

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The soft blankets fell against your legs as you got out of bed, investigating the continuous knocking and thumps at your dorm room door. Slender fingers reached out towards the brassy doorknob, twisting it with a slight creak. Your mouth fell agape. Standing (well rather swaying) infront of you was Theodore Nott, a man you swore to never interact with again. With a quick look, you slammed the door in his face just about when he was going to speak. Your almost limp body slide down the wooden door, unable to think straight.

Do I let him in? What do I do? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Slowly pushing your body upwards, and straightening out a few strands of hair, you unlocked the door again. Theodore fell into your arms, slurring his words to the point where you couldn’t understand.

“I miss hic you… p-please… I- I need to-“

He spoke, mumbling and wiping his salvia all over your chest. Letting out a pitiful sigh, you dragged him towards your bed, pushing him underneath the covers.

“I… I need you… I need to tell you…”

Theo began speaking again, trying his best to coordinate his words together so that you would understand. His body instinctively scooted closer to yours, gravitating towards your touch. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming uneven. He inhales deeply, savoring your scent. Oh how he loved how you smelt, your touch, everything. He eventually pulls away, mumbling something incoherently against the soft skin of your neck.

“What did you say? Theo?”

You whispered, your voice trembling ever so slightly. Your heart pounds in your chest, as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. Pushing his hand away from your thighs, you shook your head.

“You’re drunk. You’re drunk Theo, no.”

He nodded, acknowledging that he was in-fact under the influence. A drunken smile spread across his (handsome) face.

“But that doesn’t make anything… hic… less true, principessa.”

He mutters, his hand traveling down to your thighs again. You blushed, squeezing your thighs together against his large hand.

“You’re so beautiful… so hic pretty… I need you, bambina.”

Theo whispered, his voice an octave lower as his index finger began to rub your clit through your soaked panties. Letting a small moan slip, Theo felt his cock instantly harden. Slipping a finger into your wet hole, you let out a small whimper.

“You’re so fucking perfect… you always have been, so pretty and your body così bello.”

He spoke, his voice ringing out through your eardrums. Softly pulling down your shirt, he exposed your boobs. He almost came on the sight of them. Pulling his hand back, Theo sucked on his index finger, devouring the taste of your cunt. You didn’t know how you got in this position, but you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good. Slowly rocking your hips against Theodore’s mouth, you swore that it felt better than it used too.

“Ohh fuckk,”

You moaned out, your hands supporting your body by pressing up against the wooden headboard. Maybe because you were so pent up, or maybe you missed his mouth, but he had made you cum in under 6 minutes.

“T-Theo! Holy fuck… fuck fuck!”

Almost screaming out his name as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, letting all your juices and cum be licked up like a hungry man by Theo.

Letting Theo rest on your bare chest was something else. The spark between you two had been relit, emerging into a new flame of love and forgiveness. You missed him, just as much as Theo had missed you.

“You did so good, cara bella,”

Theo murmured into the skin of your left breast, his other hand resting on the right. You blushed, your fingers entwined with his soft locks.

“I missed you… I didn’t know what to do so I turned to drinking again… I’m sorry, forgive me,”

He begged, his eyes showing genuine emotion. You felt your heart throb, you had missed him too. It somewhat hurt to realize that this breakup was for the worst, and not the best.

“I’ll always love you, we’re soulmates, tesoro…”

To which you agreed with a gentle kiss on his forehead.

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