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[nyverieee]

Library,

mattheo riddle x reader

word count; 800

summary:

In the library, Mattheo Riddle’s teasing masks a rare moment of vulnerability as he admits seeking a distraction from his burdens. Despite his reputation, he surprises you with genuine insight while helping with your essay. As you part ways, his lingering gaze and playful words spark something undeniable, leaving you wondering if he might be worth the risk.

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The dim glow of the library’s enchanted lanterns illuminated the quiet rows of ancient books, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. Amid the silence, your heart raced as you glanced up from your table, only to meet the piercing gaze of Mattheo Riddle. His dark curls framed his sharp features, and his lips quirked into that infamous smirk that seemed to hold countless secrets.

You weren’t sure why Mattheo was here. The library was the one place he rarely visited, favoring the thrill of dueling practice or late-night escapades in the Forbidden Forest. Yet there he was, leaning casually against the bookshelf, his stormy gray eyes locked on yours.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?” he drawled, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, laced with amusement.

“I am,” you replied, a bit more curtly than intended, as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair. Mattheo’s presence always had a way of making you feel unnervingly exposed, like he could read every thought that crossed your mind.

“Sure you are.” He pushed off the shelf and strolled closer, his movements fluid and confident. “But you’ve been staring at the same page for at least five minutes.”

You quickly shut the book, heat rising to your cheeks. “What do you want, Riddle?”

His smirk deepened as he pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, resting his elbows on the table. “What makes you think I want something?”

“Because you always do,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

Your breath hitched, and you hated how easily his words affected you. Mattheo Riddle was trouble incarnate—a master of manipulation, a Slytherin with a reputation that preceded him. And yet, there was something about him that drew you in, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

“Well, you’ve seen me,” you said, trying to maintain your composure. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an essay to finish.”

“Ah, the ever-dedicated scholar,” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Tell me, does it ever get exhausting being so… perfect?”

You glared at him. “I’m not perfect.”

“No,” he agreed, his gaze softening ever so slightly. “But you’re close enough to drive the rest of us mad.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, the playful mask he always wore seemed to slip. It was in moments like these that you caught glimpses of the real Mattheo, the one hidden beneath the bravado and sharp wit.

“Why are you really here?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

He hesitated, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the table. “Maybe I just needed a distraction.”

The vulnerability in his tone surprised you. Mattheo wasn’t one to admit weakness—or anything close to it.

“A distraction from what?” you pressed, curiosity getting the better of you.

He looked at you then, his eyes darker than usual. “From everything,” he said simply.

You didn’t need him to elaborate. You knew the weight he carried—the expectations, the shadows of his family’s dark legacy. Though he rarely spoke of it, the burden was evident in the moments when his usual charm faltered.

“Mattheo…” you began, but he cut you off.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low. “Don’t pity me.”

“I don’t,” you replied firmly. “But you don’t have to carry it alone.”

He stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you, heavy yet not uncomfortable.

Finally, he broke the tension with a wry smile. “You really are something else, you know that?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it however you like.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Well, if you’re going to sit here, at least make yourself useful. I could use some help with this essay.”

“Me? Help with homework?” He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Do I look like the type to excel in academia?”

“You might surprise me,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled, a genuine laugh that made your chest tighten. “Alright, scholar. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

As the night wore on, the two of you worked side by side, your usual banter giving way to quieter moments of shared focus. Despite his protests, Mattheo was smarter than he let on, offering insights that surprised you.

By the time you packed up your things, the library was nearly empty, the lanterns dimmed to a soft glow.

“Thanks for the help,” you said as you stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Anytime,” he replied, his smirk returning. “Though next time, maybe we can skip the studying and do something more… exciting.”

You shook your head, but your smile gave you away. “Goodnight, Mattheo.”

“Goodnight, scholar,” he said, his voice softer now.

As you walked away, you felt his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze lingering long after you’d left the library. Despite your better judgment, you couldn’t deny the spark that had ignited between you—a spark that threatened to burn brighter with each passing day.

You knew falling for Mattheo Riddle was a risk, but as you glanced back at the library doors, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if some risks were worth taking.

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SLYTHERIN BOYS WHEN IN LOVE headcanons

including: mattheo, blaise, tom, draco, theo and enzo.

MATTHEO RIDDLE:

-charming and flirtatious: this boy is VERY good with his words and he knows how to make you feel seen and heard.

-affectionate in private: in public, the most yous will do is hold hands and maybe a rare kiss STRICTLY on the forehead because it may ruin his ‘fierce’ image, but in private he cannot keep his hands off of you.

-romantic gestures: although he wouldnt be the PDA type of guy, he always buys you flowers, writes letters to you and showers you in attention “just because”

-physical affection: mattheo secretly loves when you play with his hair, cuddle him, hold his hand and scratch his back and although he would never tell you, but he finds ANY excuse to touch you when nobody looks— a hand on your thigh, on your back and even on your arm he loves it when you get close to him

-deep conversations: mattheo loves the midnight deep conversations yous have— even if he falls asleep during them sometimes.. but he values every part of it and likes listening to how you feel.

-the little things: mattheo will remember the little things, your favourite book, your favourite drink, even your favourite hairstyle and he will make sure your always taken care of.

-REALLY jealous: mattheo can get really jealous sometimes which may cause arguments and a hard time in the relationship, if he senses another person getting close to his partner, he will make his dissatisfaction clear, even if it’s passive-aggressive comments like, “so you were with him today? Interesting.”

-isolation: if he finds that you become distant or dont show as much attention he WILL isolate himself until you notice just so that youll start paying more attention to him— and if you decide to ignore it he will say stuff like “do you still love me?”

-pet names: darling, love, angel, sweetheart and princess

BLAISE ZABINI

-stability and consistency: blaise does NOT play mind games, what you see is what you get he will not switchup randomly.

-quiet gestures of aftection: while hes not loud about how much he loves you, you can tell specially when he makes food for you, leaves little notes, inside jokes or even your favourite drink when he knows your busy.

-loves spending time: blaise LOVES spending time with you, specially when you dont expect it, he loves suprising you by taking you to your favourite shops/ restaurants or even just to stargaze.

-respect for boundaries: blaise is patient, which means he understands emotional closeness takes time and hes willing to wait, he will never push you to hurryup and figure things out. he gently assures you that hes not going anywhere and offers warmth and consistency

-physical affection; he is OBSESSED with you and not afraid to show it! he will kiss you infront of everyone (obviously no tongue) and he will always somehow touch you no matter who sees or hold your hand.

-passive agressive behaviours; although yous always spend time together when you dont have the time for it last minute he would often drop something like “i guess your getting to busy for me, its fine, im use to it” just to make you feel bad for it.

-unresolved issues with silence: sometimes, when blaise gets angry at you he will go silent, he will still hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, but he wont talk to you— sometimes you may not even know that youve done something and when you keep pushing he will say “im fine, dont worry about it.” and continue ignoring you.

-pet names: princess, beautiful, my love, babe and my soulmate.

TOM RIDDLE

-intensity: toms love is all-consuming and manipulative, often disguised as care or concern. he believes in control, so his affection is about ownership and power rather than pure emotion.

-protective: tom sees you as someone he NEEDS to protect from everything; although it comes with one condition— you have to be his and only his, his magical intelligence will always make you feel safe to and all of his followers will be forced to take care of him.

-romantic obsession: his love isint affection, its obsession. the moment he first saw you, he immediately became fixated on you. not in an unhealthy way of course— but a way where you have his attention almost all the time, when he loves he will make sure you know it.

-affection: although he may not show a lot of affection, but he will in his own ways whether its brushing a strand of hair off your face or even making sure you eat.

-makes you feel special— then takes it away: toms charm lies in his ability to make you feel you’re the only person who truly matters to him, but it comes with a catch— he will remind you that his love IS conditional by saying things like: “I could have anyone I want, but I chose you—don’t make me regret it.”

-isolates you: tom doesnt believe that anyone deserves your attention but him, and he will create dependency by doing things like “you dont need anyone else, im all youll ever need.” or “theyre only jealous because you have me.”

-unpredictable: his love is very unpredictable, one day he could shower you in praise but the next day he could completely turn off and ignore you.

-pet names: little one, darling, my dove, pet, pretty thing.

DRACO MALFOY

-overthinking everything: draco would overanalyze every little interaction, worrying about saying the wrong thing or appearing too eager.

-showing off: Draco would subtly (or not so subtly) flaunt his skills, wealth, or intelligence to impress the person he likes.

-devoted partner: once draco commits, he’s fiercely loyal and protective. he would always ensure his partner feels valued and cared for, though he might not always express it perfectly.

-acts of service: He’d go out of his way to handle small tasks or challenges for his partner, though he’d play it off as “no big deal.”

-vulnerability in private: draco would open up emotionally only in the safety of private moments with his partner, letting his partner see his insecurities and fears.

-protective streak: even during fights, draco wouldn’t let ANYONE else disrespect his partner.

-sparring with Insults: arguments would escalate quickly, with draco resorting to insults rather than listening. He’d use personal insecurities against them, making the partner feel small and unworthy.

-insecure praise: draco might constantly need validation from his partner to feel secure, and if he doesn’t get it, he would lash out or act distant, forcing his partner to reassure him repeatedly.

-pet names: pretty girl, love, sweetheart and princess.

THEODORE NOTT

-slowburn romance: theodore is not one to fall head over heels quickly. he believes in taking time to truly understand someone before becoming emotionally involved.

-softness behind closed doors: In private, theodore is much softer with his partner. He may not be the type to shout his affection from the rooftops, but when it’s just the two of them, he’s more open and vulnerable.

-respect for his partners boundaries: theodore is deeply respectful of his partner’s boundaries and independence. he understands the importance of personal space and will not push for anything his partner isn’t ready for.

-loves the quiet moments; whether its sitting together during study sessions, walking side by side in comfortable silence, or sharing a simple meal, its these small, intimate experiences that make him feel closest to his partner.

-jealousy and protective; theodores jealousy can be subtle but toxic. he may not express it openly, but his behavior could become possessive—monitoring his partner’s actions, questioning their interactions with others, or subtly undermining their relationships.

-withholds affection: he might withhold affection or attention as a form of punishment. Instead of addressing the issue, he could give his partner the cold shoulder or refuse to engage emotionally,

-reluctance to apologise: theodore might struggle to offer sincere apologies, instead offering vague or insincere ones.

-pet names: love, trouble, darling, heart, bella, amore eterno, cielo mio

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

-gestures over words: rather than grand declarations of love, he expresses his feelings through subtle gestures—small acts of kindness, making sure the other person has everything they need, or staying by their side during difficult moments.

-intellectual bond: as a lover, he enjoys deep, meaningful conversations and values intelligence in his partner. hes attracted to someone who can challenge him mentally, and he enjoys discussing books, history, or magic with them.

-physical touch: though not overly touchy, lorenzo expresses affection through small physical gestures—brushing his partner’s hand, a reassuring touch on the shoulder, or pulling them into a brief but meaningful hug.

-romantic, in his own way: though not overly flamboyant, he does have a romantic side. he enjoys quiet moments with his partner, like watching a sunset together or sharing a cup of tea after a long day, creating an intimate, peaceful space where love can quietly grow.

-silent treatment: as much as he prefers gestures over words, he WILL give you silent treatment because he knows how much itll hurt.

-threatening to harm others: im moments of extreme jealousy or frustration, lorenzo may threaten harm or lash out at others in front of his partner as a way to keep his partner in line or force them to feel responsible for his actions.

-pet names: angel, my muse, love, princess, and doll.

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rose

tom riddle x y/n

summary: after joking in Potions class that no one had ever given her flowers on valentines day, a student finds a single enchanted rose on her textbook in the library a week later. when she looks up, tom riddle is watching her with an intense, focused gaze.

word count: 844

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it started as a joke, a stupid remark during potions class, the potions classroom was buzzing with low chatter as students worked on their assignments, the air thick with the scent of herbs and simmering elixirs.

slughorn, in honor of valentines day, had given a lengthy lecture about the symbolism of flowers in potion-making, how roses in particular could be used to convey unspoken desires.

"youd think by now someone would've given me flowers at least once," i joked to my friend, carefully crushing rose petals into my cauldron. "i guess its just not in the cards."

my friend snorted, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "maybe theyre just intimidated by you. youre not exactly the most approachable person, you know."

i tossed tossing a sprig of lavender into my cauldron. "but honestly, someone ought to have made an effort. i mean, it's valentines day! evan malfoy handed out chocolate frogs to half the class, and he doesn't care about anyone but himself."

the words were meant to fade into the noise of bubbling cauldrons and Slughorn's droning lecture, but i caught the faintest flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. when i glanced up, i found tom riddle watching me from the front of the classroom.

his expression was unreadable, his dark eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to his notes.

i tried to shake it off, but the image of his gaze stayed with me for the rest of the day.

a week later, it happened.

id just sat down at my usual spot in the library, pulling out my charme textbook, when i saw it. a single rose lay across the open pages, its petals so impossibly crimson they looked almost like velvet. the faint shimmer of magic danced across its surface, an enchantment that i somehow knew would keep it from wilting.

for a moment, i just stared.

there was no note, no explanation.

my heart raced as I picked up the flower, the soft fragrance filling the space around me. my fingers traced the edges of the petals, careful not to bruise them, as I glanced around the library. most of the tables were occupied, but it didn't take long to spot him.

tom riddle sat by the window, the soft light of the late afternoon casting a golden glow around him, his posture perfect as always.

he was hunched over a book, but there was an intensity to his focus that felt different. unlike the usual quiet concentration he carried in class, there was something more directed, more deliberate in the way his eyes scanned the pages.

i looked up, the rose still clutched in my hand, and found his gaze immediately. he hadn't been looking at his book at all, his eyes locked onto me, studying me with an intensity I hadn't noticed before.

he didn't look away when i met his gaze, his dark eyes focused entirely on me. for a second, i almost forgot how to breathe.

"whats this?" i asked, keeping my voice steady as i approached him, still holding the rose between my fingers.

tom didn't immediately respond, his expression unreadable. Instead, his eyes drifted from the rose to my face,

"looks like a rose," he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of amusement. his eyes never left mine.

i swallowed, feeling the weight of his gaze pressing down on me, "right," i replied, my voice a little breathier than id intended. "but why leave it here? no note, no explanation."

toms lips curved slightly, though it wasn't quite a smile. "you really need someone to explain everything to you?" he asked, his tone smooth, almost teasing.

i shifted uncomfortably, feeling a mix of frustration and something else—something i couldn't quite name. "not everything, no," i muttered, though my voice faltered slightly. "but its a little odd, don't you think? just leaving a rose with no clue as to why."

toms gaze didn't falter. In fact, it seemed to sharpen, the faintest glimmer of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "maybe.. it's because some things don't need explaining." his voice was soft.

i felt the heat rise in my cheeks, his calm confidence making me feel all the more unsure. "so im just supposed to... accept it?" i asked, a little breathless, holding the rose between us like some sort of unspoken challenge.

a slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. he leaned back in his chair nodding, his posture effortless, and his focus unwavering.

i opened my mouth to say something, but the words caught in my throat. instead, i glanced down at the rose again, still in my hand, its petals almost glowing in the soft light. there was something undeniably captivating about it—and something undeniably captivating about him, too.

toms gaze remained locked on me, "you should keep it," he said suddenly, his voice softer now, but still carrying that same quiet command. "it suits you."

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unmasking draco.

DRACO MALFOY X READER oneshot angst

TW: suicide.

summary: late one night, you find draco malfoy standing on the edge of the astronomy tower, broken and vulnerable. he reveals the dark mark burned into his skin, confessing the weight of his family's expectations. despite his guilt and fear, you refuse to see him as a monster. as he breaks down in your arms, he finally lets go of the mask he's worn for so long.

a/n: english isint my first language so sorry for any spelling mistakes/ things that donot make sense!

word count: 1037

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it was late, the night sky stretched out in front of us like an endless sea of stars. But draco wasn't looking at the stars. he was standing on the edge, his body poised as if he were ready to fall. his hands were shaking, barely noticeable, but i saw them.

i took a careful step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. "draco?" I called softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "what are you doing?"

his head snapped up, his eyes wild, filled with something i couldn't place. the usual sneer, the mask of the proud malfoy was gone. in its place was something broken. something desperate.

"go away, Y/N" he said, his voice sharp. there was no venom behind it—just exhaustion, as if he had given up. "you don't understand."

"i don't think you do" i whispered, my voice barely steady as i took another step closer, my heart pounding. "draco, please... get down." i said, my voice softening

he didn't say anything for a moment, just stared down at the ground, his jaw clenched. but i saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he was holding himself together by sheer willpower.

"im a monster, Y/N," he said, his voice raw, cracking like glass. "ive always been one. the things I've done... the things my family expects me to do..."

I shook my head, stepping closer still. "youre not a monster, draco."

dracos eyes flashed at my words, and he turned to face me fully. "you don't get it!" he spat, his voice breaking. "this mark... its not just a symbol. its who i am. who ill always be. im trapped, Y/N. i can't escape it."

i felt my chest tighten as he pulled his sleeve up, exposing the dark ink that burned into his skin like a permanent scar. the dark mark.

i froze, my breath catching in my throat. the symbol of voldemorts power. the mark of a death eater. but seeing it on draco, someone i had known since birth, was like a punch to the gut.

draco didn't look at me. his eyes were on the mark, his fingers brushed over the dark ink as if he could erase it. "i never asked for this. i never wanted this life," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "but its mine now. its all i am."

he laughed bitterly, but it wasnt the cold, mocking laugh i was used to.

it was hollow, empty. "you cant see it, can you?" his voice cracked. "this mark is who I am now. its not just something thatll go away. no matter how much I want to change, no matter how hard I try... ill always be marked. and you... youre the only one who doesn't see me as a monster. the only one who doesn't look at me with disgust."

i stepped closer, my voice soft, desperate. "because.. i don't see a monster, draco."

he chuckled, a sound that was more like a painful exhale than genuine laughter. "you just dont get it, do you?" he whispered, his eyes still fixed on the mark, as if he couldnt bear to look at me.

he chuckled, a sound that was more like a painful exhale than genuine laughter. "you just dont get it, do you?" he whispered, his eyes still fixed on the mark, as if he couldn't bear to look at me.

i shook my head, taking another step forward, my voice trembling. "i dont care about that mark. i care about you."

"you don't understand," he repeated, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "im not good, ill alwats be the villain in every story."

i shook my head, my heart aching for him. "youre more than that. youve always been more."

his jaw clenched again, but this time, there was a vulnerability there. "you dont know what its like... to be a part of this."

"youre right" i cleared my throat. "but you dont have to carry this alone. im not going anywhere."

for a moment, he stood still, his breathing shallow, and then.. as if the weight of everything had finally worn him down, he let out a long breath and slowly lowered his arm.

"youre not afraid of me?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

i shook my head, stepping closer. "no, draco. I'm not afraid of you."

his eyes flickered with disbelief, as if searching for some trace of fear, but i didn't look away. "youre not a monster," i whispered. "i care about you, not that damn mark."

he didnt speak for a long moment, his fingers still brushing over the dark ink. the weight of everything seemed to collapse on him, and he took a shaky breath. his eyes softened, and for a moment..

i saw him—the real him—just beyond the mask. he took a deep breath and nodded, a silent acceptance.

dracos breath hitched as he looked at me, his walls finally cracking. "i don't know how to be anything else," he whispered, his voice breaking. "i dont know how to escape this."

befote i could respond, his shoulders gave way, and in an instant, he collapsed into me. his body shook with silent sobs, his face pressed against my shoulder as he broke down. the weight of everything he'd been holding in for so long seemed to pour out in that moment.

i wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly, my heart aching for the boy who had always tried to be untouchable, strong, and invincible. but now, in my arms, he was just draco. vulnerable and lost.

i held him close, feeling his body tremble against mine. his sobs came in ragged gasps, as if every breath hurt.

he clung to me tighter, as if afraid id disappear if he let go. his breathing was slow, uneven, but the weight of the world seemed to lift a little with each passing second.