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okay guys. hear me out. picture me this. bear with me now.

Tom Riddle. Frankentein AU.

HEAR ME OUT NOW

a Tom whose greatest fear of death manifests in an obsession with uncovering the secret to life. who creates a monster and is too caught up with his own greatness to treat The Monster as he should be obliged to as its creator. who treats it callously.

HEAR ME OUT.

obviously it wouldn't be the same as the actual Frankenstein book, with Tom Riddle being who he is, BUT the potential there... it's delicious and it's consuming me

i might turn this into a long ass fic....

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WHO WANTS TO BE MY VALENTINE😝😝

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👀activity in the kitchen?👀

I'm finally cooking something up??? no way??????

sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth guys...😬😬 i lowkey forgot about this blog🤷‍♂️, and I got really obsessed with like, a bunch of other fandoms😅, and then I had so much busy stuff happening😨😨, and just completely lost track guys my baddddd...😔😔😔

please find it within your kind, welcoming, warm, loving, benevolent hearts to forgive me for this🙏🙏🙏 I sincerely apologise for my transgressions🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

★evan★ out!

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ENZO IS SO CUTE🗣️🗣️🗣️

LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS OMG I LOVE DBAKD

THIS IS DOING WONDERS FOR MY FLOWER NERD ENZO HEADCANON AHHHHH

carnations — mlm! disaster! simp! enzo berkshire x male! mlm! muggleborn! gryffindor! reader

hooooo boy, alrighty, a few things:

i am in fact alive, hello! i just got really bad imposter syndrome about my writing and didn’t post any fics for like three months <3

i did actual RESEARCH for this fic. using an actual physical BOOK.

one of my lovely little darlings suggested an enzo + male reader + picnic date drabble, and it spiraled into 1.4k words of gay

you will get secondhand embarrassment from enzo in this. just warning you. but it’s in like a cute way so yk

ty all for not getting mad about me not posting i literally adore y’all sm 🤟

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“Y/n,” Ron loudly whispered, elbowing you in the side. “Do you have a spare quill I can borrow?”

“Can you last one day without breaking something, Weasley?” You rolled your eyes fondly, giving him the quill in your hand and reaching down to grab another from your bag. Instead, your hand brushed against something else.

You retrieved the mystery object from your bag with furrowed eyebrows. It was a small rectangular object, no bigger than your palm, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with a pretty lavender ribbon—with a single green carnation in the center of the bow.

You set aside the carnation, unwrapping the tiny gift and being met with the sight of a small book, bound in leather, which bore the gilded name: FLORIOGRAPHY: A Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers.

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The first flower you found was pressed between the pages of your Runes textbook. A combination of a rich purple and vibrant yellow color, with a striking dark center that spread out onto three of its five petals.

You carefully tucked the flower back away in between the pages of your textbook, vowing to look it up after class.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the lesson.

~~~

It took a while to flip through every entry of the two-hundred page book, squinting at the tiny illustrations, but you eventually found a match to the mystery flower.

————— PANSY Viola tricolor var. hortensis

Meaning: You occupy my thoughts —————

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“Parkinson!”

Pansy stopped in her tracks, looking back over her shoulder with a look of distaste. “Yes, lion?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re talking right now,” she drawled, but grabbed your sleeve and pulled you into a nearby empty classroom. “What is it?”

You root through your bag, drawing out the Runes textbook.

“Homework?” she scoffed. “I’m not a tutor, little lion.”

“No, not the book.” You rolled your eyes, carefully opening it. “I found this in between the pages this morning.”

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pressed flower you cradled in your hand. “It’s you?” She looked baffled. “Huh. I never would’ve guessed. Anyways, congratulations on solving the first clue.”

~~~

An odd hot-pink flower, with little shoots sprouting from the center and reminding you a bit of those light-up fiber optic lamps from the Muggle world, sat in the palm of your hand. A second green carnation was tied to the stem of the mystery flower with another lavender ribbon.

Pansy had abandoned you as soon as the flower was in your possession, saying that she hadn’t been paid enough to stick around.

(You knew she was just as invested in this as you were.)

Finally, after flipping through the little leather-bound book for what felt like the hundredth time, you found the strange flower.

————— MYRTLE Myrtus

Meaning: Love —————

Huh. Well. Okay then. A little on the nose, but alright.

~~~

“Um, excuse me? Miss…Myrtle Warren?”

“A boy!” the unsettling ghost girl shrieked. “Twice! In one day!”

“There was another boy in here?” you asked hopefully. “Who was he?”

“Get out! This is the ladies’ room!”

“I’m real sorry, Miss Myrtle,” you said placatingly. “I’m just on a…scavenger hunt of sorts, and I thought a clue led to you. My apologies for bothering you.”

“A scavenger hunt?” Myrtle questioned, suddenly interested. She uncrossed her arms and floated down from the ceiling. “What are you looking for?”

“A flower of some sort? The last one I got was from a myrtle tree.” You held the offensively pink flower up for her to see. “It’s why I thought you might be the next clue.”

She looked flattered. “Well…the other boy who came in here earlier did have something with him. A package.”

“Did he leave it in here?”

“Yes.” Myrtle points to the dusty windowsill on the far wall. “Why is he leaving things for you?”

“I don’t know,” you said vaguely, hoping to bypass the conversation. As much as you’d love to discuss the intricacies of queer relationships with an annoying ghost girl who died in the forties, you’d rather do literally anything else.

So you merely picked up the brown paper-wrapped item, familiarly decorated with a lavender bow and a green carnation, and tucked it safely in your bag to be opened later.

“Thank you for your help, Miss Myrtle.”

The ghost giggled and her cheeks turned a silvery-white; probably the phantasmic equivalent of a blush.

You quickly hurried out of the girls’ bathroom.

~~~

————— CLEMATIS Clematis

Meaning: Cleverness —————

“I’m at a dead end,” you groaned, resting your head on your arms.

Ron patted your shoulder from beside you, only half paying attention to your queer plight. “You’ll figure it out,” he mumbled around a mouthful of pie, spewing crumbs all over the table.

Hermione made a face. “Charming, Ronald.” At his weak protests, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to you. “How do you even know it’s a boy anyways?”

“Carnations,” you mumbled. “Green carnations. Oscar Wilde’s secret symbol of homosexuality in the late nineteenth century.”

“Okay, so your secret admirer is a dork, is what you’re saying,” Ron drawled.

You looked up with a scowl, ready to throw back a witty remark, when you were interrupted by Lightning Boy-howdy-how-has-he-not-died-yet.

“What’s with the whole bouquet you’ve got going on, L/n?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the half-dozen flowers spread out across the table.

“Trying to decode some fuckin’ Victorian bullshit.” You smacked the book down on the table, frustrated.

Harry picked up the large dark purple flower you’d unceremoniously tossed in front of you.

“Oh, this is a clematis flower,” he said offhandedly. “My aunt and uncle have this exact shrub in their garden. The blooms never get this big though.”

You perked up in surprise. “You’re familiar with it?”

Harry nodded. “Yep. Tricky little bugger. Lord Neville’s a pretty aggressive feeder and needs lots of fertilizer, although that’s true of all clematis plants, I suppose. They’re also—”

“What did you just say?” you interrupted.

“It’s an aggressive feeder…?”

“No, no, the other part. Lord Neville?”

Harry quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah? It’s just the name of the subspecies, Y/n. No big deal.”

“Oh my Godric— I have to go!”

You shove everything into your bag, almost tripping over the table’s bench in your haste to get up.

“What about lunch?” Ron called after you, affronted.

“No time!”

~~~

You hesitantly opened the door to Greenhouse No. 5, peeking inside the warm shed.

“Neville?” you called out cautiously, giving one plant actively trying to wriggle out of its pot nearby a wary look.

You fully stepped inside the greenhouse, your attention immediately caught by the neat trail of green fan-shaped petals on the ground.

You followed the trail through the front room of the greenhouse, crossing through the threshold to the second room and looking up, only to see—

“Berkshire?”

Enzo rocked back and forth on his feet nervously, chewing his bottom lip and fiddling with the cuffs of his uniform shirt. “Surprise?”

You didn’t know the boy too well. You’d been his assigned partner on a few school projects here and there, and he’d always been friendly when you passed him in the halls, but he’d always seemed a bit reserved and shy around you.

You took a moment to draw your gaze away from him to look around the greenhouse. A silver and green Slytherin blanket was spread out neatly across the ground by Enzo’s feet. A proper wicker picnic basket, two crystal glasses, and a bottle of wine sat on the edge of the blanket, waiting.

Enzo himself had a green carnation pinned to the pocket of his shirt, tied with a lavender ribbon. You grinned.

“You did all this?”

He must’ve misinterpreted your tone of surprise, because he immediately panicked. “U-um, yes. Yeah. Yep. Sorry. I should’ve asked before trying to court you, right? Oh— rats, I didn’t I ask— I just thought you were so handsome, and nice, and— and I didn’t really know how to ask you out—” he rambled nervously.

“Thank you,” you interrupted, for his sake. “This is adorable.”

Enzo’s face was bright red, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

“Why flowers?”

“Oh! Uh. Big part of pureblood culture. Flowers. Daphne, Astoria, Pansy…all flowers.”

You nodded, still grinning.

Enzo cleared his throat awkwardly and motioned to the blanket. “Please, sit.”

You settled down on the soft blanket across from him, sitting cross legged. At your perpetual grin, he seemed to relax a bit.

“Y’know,” you started, as he uncorked the wine and started pouring the glasses, “I think this is the perfect place for a first date.”

His hands trembled as you said that and he looked up at you hopefully. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Perfect place for romance to bloom.”

“That’s a terrible pun.”

“I know. Can you be-leaf it?”

“That’s worse.”

“Be nice. I’m a budding comedian.”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you use your tulips to make me?”

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[please comment if you enjoyed this! this author needs constant positive reinforcement, like a literal toddler!]

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NAH THIS IS JUST TOO REAL GUYS PLEASE TAG FEM!READER, IF WE CAN TAG MALE!READER, THERE'S NO REASON FOR YOU TO NOT TAG FEMALE!READER AS WELL!! PLEASE!!!

please tag your fem!reader fics. it's 2024.

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requests

I AM SO SORRY FOR EVERYBODY WHO'S PUT IN REQUESTS, THEY'VE AL BEEN SITTING THERE FOR SO LONG AKSNJD, I PROMISE I'M WORKING ON THEM, I'VE JUST BEEN BUSY WITH OTHER STUFF I SWEAR

also, you guys do know you can request things OTHER than pure smut right? my inbox is looking like an x-rated site istg (I love it, but PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, give me some fluff requests PLEASE)

i'm going to need to stagger the requests I answer with little fluff pieces I made up, or my blog's going to look like a WHOREHOUSE.

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WOOP WOOP (i promise this time guys)

FREEDOM SINGS THROUGH MY SOUL,

COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS,

POUNDS THROUGH MY HEART.

I'm nearly on break guys!!!!

guess who's gonna work on some fic? that's right. me. (I'm I've said this like a bajillion times but I swear I'm actually gonna this time, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel that is exam and assignment prep)

i'll post them all (eventually, i swear)

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THE GRIND IS REAL🔥🔥🔥 NOBODY IS TAKING #1 FROM ME. NOBODY. (jason is just a fake name guys don't mind it)

ALL FOR THIS MAN

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Theo: Professional Teddy Bear. headcanons

3am brain is hitting HARD rn, so here's what Theodore Nott would be like after sex:

CUDDLES so many cuddles, he's so clingy you could not get him off you if you TRIED

so sweet if he topped, peppers kisses all over your face, cards his fingers through your hair, wraps you in his arms, the whole routine

will literally babble assurances at you - "so good for me baby, you did so good", or "fuck, that was amazing, caro, I love you so much"

if he bottomed, you best believe that man is sleepy as hell, so clingy and cute

will be the poutiest, most adorable thing you've ever seen

whiny as FUCK omg, he's going to be the most insanely whiny person ever, but he's cute, so it's okay

the aftercare with him is always so, so sweet, no matter if he topped or you did; you'll both take care of each other

think fluffy, warm, damp towels to clean up; gentle caresses; snacks and water; cuddled; warm blankets; movies; anything you want

you'll pamper him because he pampers you just as much, if not more

loves it when you run your hands through his hair while you cuddle, it makes him drowsy and sleepy, and he gets all mushy

basically, theo is just an adorable, sweet, snuggly, cuddly, cute teddy, but we all knew that already.

the delulu is killing me, I fear. this man needs to either get out of my head, or start paying rent.

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help, both @slytherinboysappreciation and you tagged me on this, but on different blogs😭😭i'm honoured🫡🫡thanks for the tags, I love you both sm, and sorry this is so late ahaha

top five songs i'm literally ALWAYS listening to on repeat:

Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

THE DINER - Billie Eilish

READ YOUR DIARY - Maneskin

Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey

obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo

+ honourable mentions because they were literally on repeat for WEEKS:

Granite - Sleep Token

Skin and Boned - David Kushner

Work Song - Hozier

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No pressure tags: @prettorett @siriusblackslefttoenail @helendeath @thestrawberrythatgotaway @blondwhowrites @riddleriddles

and unfortunately, i'm too much of an inactive loser to have anymore😔😔

✨️Put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :) 🎶

lemme expose myself. my top 5 ‘on repeat’ songs rn:

BITTERSUITE by Billie Eilish

Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

bye by Ariana Grande

Fast Times by Sabrina Carpenter

THE DINER by Billie Eilish

i will just tag @writingsbychlo @pizzaapeteer and @slytherinboysappreciation 😌💕

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requests

i have a long weekend this week🥳, so I'm gonna work on some of the reqs you guys have sent me aksjnkasd, but I do have some stuff I need to get done as well, so hopefully I'll get through it all😔 please bear with me you guys, my life is NOT productive🙏

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RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

ENZO ON MY LAP??? YES PLEASE, ANY TIME🙏🙏

Enzo with a boyfriend who always or been always manspread since 1st but when 6th year comes around and y’know glow up happens. Reader still manspreads but Enzo had heard some girls talking about how they “would sit on [name]’s lap” immediately Enzo becomes jealous and possessive. Like he starts to straddle/sit on reader a lot in the common room or just anywhere

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Possessive Glances

Pairings : Lorenzo Berkshire x M! Reader Summary : In their sixth year at Hogwarts, you and Lorenzo Berkshire navigate a new dynamic in your relationship. After overhearing some girls expressing interest in you, Lorenzo becomes possessive and starts sitting on your lap in the common room, determined to show everyone that you belong to him. This newfound possessiveness brings you even closer, reinforcing the bond you share and proving that love, with all its quirks, is worth fighting for. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k+

The common room was always bustling with energy, a place where laughter echoed off the stone walls and the warmth of friendship filled the air. You and Lorenzo Berkshire, your boyfriend of several years, had claimed your usual spot on one of the oversized couches. Ever since first year, you had a habit of manspreading, sprawling out comfortably without a second thought. Lorenzo never seemed to mind; in fact, he often found it endearing.

But things changed when you both hit sixth year. The summer had been kind to you, and you'd come back to Hogwarts with a glow-up that didn't go unnoticed. Your casual demeanor and confidence had a certain allure that drew more than a few admiring glances, particularly from a group of giggling girls who often gathered in the common room.

It was one such evening when you were lounging on the couch, legs spread comfortably wide, that Lorenzo overheard a conversation that set his teeth on edge. He was coming back from the dormitory, having forgotten his Potions textbook, when he caught snippets of their conversation.

"Have you seen him today?" one of the girls whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Who? Oh, you mean him," another girl replied, and you could practically hear the grin in her voice. "I'd sit on his lap in a heartbeat."

Lorenzo's grip on his book tightened. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jealousy, a feeling he rarely experienced so intensely, surged through him. You had always been his, and the idea of anyone else even thinking about being that close to you sparked a possessive fire within him.

Returning to the couch, he found you relaxed, completely oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. Without a word, he plopped down next to you, closer than usual, his thigh pressed firmly against yours.

"Hey, Enz," you greeted him, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he replied a bit too quickly, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just needed to sit with you."

You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. Lorenzo was affectionate, but this sudden need for proximity was new. "You sure?"

"Positive," he said, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed him. Without further ado, he shifted, swinging one leg over yours and straddling you. He settled into your lap, his arms draped loosely around your neck, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your surprise was evident, but you didn't resist. Instead, a slow smile spread across your face. "Well, this is new."

Lorenzo shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just thought I'd get comfortable."

You chuckled, your hands instinctively resting on his hips. "Comfortable, huh?"

His gaze softened slightly, though the possessiveness still lingered. "Yeah. Got a problem with it?"

"Not at all," you replied, leaning back and letting him have his way. "I kinda like it."

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From that day forward, Lorenzo made it a point to be closer to you, especially when those girls were around. He'd sit on your lap, drape himself over you, and make sure everyone knew you were his. The possessiveness was new, but you didn't mind. In fact, you found it oddly reassuring.

One evening, as you both sat in the common room—Lorenzo in his usual spot on your lap—one of those girls dared to approach. She had a coy smile on her face, clearly intending to strike up a conversation.

"Hi," she said, batting her eyelashes. "Mind if I sit here?"

Before you could respond, Lorenzo tightened his grip on your shoulders. "Actually, we do mind," he said, his voice laced with a polite but firm edge. "We're kind of in the middle of something."

The girl blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness. "Oh, um, okay. Sorry to bother you."

She walked away, clearly flustered, and you couldn't help but laugh. "You scared her off."

"Good," Lorenzo muttered, resting his head against your shoulder. "I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea."

You kissed his temple, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. "No one could ever take your place, Enzo. You know that, right?"

He sighed, some of the tension easing from his body. "I know. I just… I don't like the thought of anyone else wanting you like that."

You tilted his chin up, making him meet your eyes. "You're the only one I want. Always."

His smile was small but genuine. "Same here."

The possessive streak Lorenzo had developed was a new dynamic in your relationship, but it brought you even closer. You understood his fears and reassured him at every turn. Over time, he became more secure, but his habit of sitting on your lap whenever he felt even a hint of jealousy remained.

As the weeks went by, Enzo’s possessiveness showed no signs of waning. If anything, it only grew stronger. One evening, as you were lounging in the common room, Enzo straddled your lap once more, his arms wrapping around your neck.

“You’re making a habit of this,” you teased, running a hand up his back.

“Good,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let everyone see.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I just want to make sure everyone knows you’re taken," he whispered.

You turned your head, your lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. "They know," you murmured against his mouth. "Trust me, they know."

Enzo smiled, a sense of contentment settling over him. He knew his jealousy might seem irrational, but he couldn’t help it. You were his, and he wanted everyone to know it. And as long as you didn’t mind, he was more than happy to stake his claim.

As the days went on, your friends got used to seeing Enzo perched on your lap, his possessiveness a constant, comforting presence. You didn’t mind—if anything, you found it endearing. And every time he straddled you, every time he pressed himself close, you’d wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, letting him know without words that you were his and his alone.

And so, the sixth year passed in a blur of classes, Quidditch matches, and quiet moments stolen in the common room. Through it all, Enzo remained a constant presence on your lap, his jealousy a reminder of how much he cared. And every time he wrapped himself around you, you’d smile and hold him close, grateful for the boy who loved you so fiercely.

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don't be shy, hit me up bro😈

askjdnaksd why are you so cute and sweet stop- THANK YOU SO MUCH AJSDKJASND (I would do anything for you bro)

(i'll never sleep boooooo) i'm literally jumping up and down rn, sobbing manly tears.

also, MATTHEO LIVING WITH THE MALFOYS??? i have NEVER seen this before what?? i need to go down this rabbit hole now.

hey hey! saw your reblogs and wanted to ask about the fandom one, 2 and 7? also, ⭐ for the moots one! (I'm curious 🙏)

- evan⭐ (riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat btw :D)

EVAN!!!!! HI!!!!!

Sorry lol. Had to get the excitement out

Thank you so much for the ask!!

For the fandom questions,

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

Mattheo growing up with the Malfoys. I was introduced to Matty through Wattpad stories, so I used to be a hardcore believer that he grew up in the muggle world. But I’ve now expanded my views and I really like the idea that he grows up with a family that loves him (to some extent)

7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

I already answered this one, but I’ll say it again because I love these tropes so much. Enemies to lovers, miscommunication, protector/protectee, and misunderstood feelings. They get me every single fuckin’ time

And for the mutual bingo 😁

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TALK TO ME

y'all i'm soso bored and lonely, talk to me pls🙏🙏 my asks are OPEN

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god he's such a simp, i love him aksdaksjd, he's just like me frfr

(you amaze me. i am in awe of your genius and stunning mind. THIS IS SO GOOD AJKDNASK I WANT TO EAT IT)

HEART ANON BACK AGAIN! Okay so angst to fluff of Theodore and reader. Reader always had bad relationships in his past and he is just scared to get into another one. What he doesn’t know is that Theodore is like whipped for him and he is trying to show reader that he isn’t like the others. Some people try to tell Theodore it’s no use to try and court reader but he isn’t listening >:(. He wants reader to know that they will be able to love again and it just ends up with Theodore literally being very romantic and cheesy and reader falls for it lol.

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Healing Hearts.

Pairings : Theodore Nott x M! Reader Summary : After a series of bad relationships, you're scared to love again, haunted by past heartbreaks. Theodore, endlessly patient and genuinely in love with you, is determined to prove that love doesn’t always end in pain. Despite warnings from others that it’s futile, Theodore persists, showing through kind words and gentle gestures that he’s different. Gradually, your walls begin to crumble, and with Theodore’s unwavering support, you start to believe in love again. As you spend a heartfelt afternoon together, you realize that with Theodore by your side, love might just be worth the risk. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k+

You sit on the Hogsmeade bench, lost in your own thoughts, the warm summer breeze gently rustling the leaves overhead. It's been a while since you've allowed yourself to relax like this, to just be alone with your thoughts. Relationships have always been a sore spot for you, a series of disappointments and heartaches that have left you wary of letting anyone else in.

But then there's Theodore. Sweet, kind, and endlessly patient Theodore. He's been a constant presence in your life lately, always there with a kind word or a comforting gesture when you need it most. You're not quite sure what to make of him, if you're being honest. He's different from anyone else you've ever met, and that scares you more than you'd care to admit.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Theodore approaching until he's sitting beside you on the bench, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Hey there," he says softly, his voice warm and inviting. "Mind if I join you?"

You shake your head, offering him a small smile of your own. "Not at all. What brings you out here?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing," he replies, his gaze searching yours. "You seemed a little lost in thought."

You let out a small sigh, running a hand through your hair. "Just... thinking about stuff, I guess. You know how it is."

Theodore nods sympathetically, his expression softening. "Yeah, I do. Relationships can be tough sometimes."

You glance at him, surprised by his insight. "You've been there too?"

He nods, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I have. But I've learned that not all relationships are the same. Sometimes, it just takes finding the right person to show you that love doesn't always have to hurt."

You feel a pang of something stir in your chest at his words, a mixture of hope and fear warring within you. "And you think you're that person?"

Theodore's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I'd like to think so, yeah. I care about you, more than I can put into words. And I want to show you that not all relationships have to end in heartbreak."

You feel your heart flutter in your chest at his confession, a warmth spreading through you that you haven't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, Theodore is right. Maybe there's hope for you yet.

Before you can say anything else, Theodore reaches out and takes your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know it's scary, putting yourself out there again. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to make sure you never regret giving love another chance."

You stare at him, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his eyes. For the first time in a long time, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things will be different this time.

And as Theodore leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you've finally found someone worth taking a chance on.

As you lean into the kiss, the weight of your past relationships falls away, replaced by a warmth and a hope you haven't felt in years. Maybe Theodore is right. Maybe it's time to let go of the fear and embrace the possibility of love once again.

And as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, you know that no matter what happens, you'll always have Theodore by your side, ready to catch you if you fall. And for the first time in a long time, you believe that maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.

Others would whispered behind your back, their voices dripping with doubt and skepticism. “Why bother?” they’d say, their words like poison seeping into Theodore’s resolve. “He’s not worth it.” but Theodore didn't care about other's opinions. He loves you and he knows it.

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You spend the afternoon with Theodore, walking through Hogsmeade hand in hand, lost in easy conversation and shared laughter. It feels so effortless, so natural, being with him. With each passing moment, your walls begin to crumble, the fear and uncertainty that have plagued you for so long slowly melting away.

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the park, you find yourselves sitting on a blanket beneath a sprawling oak tree, sharing a picnic dinner that Theodore had prepared.

"I hope you like it," he says, offering you a plate filled with an assortment of sandwiches, fruits, and pastries.

You take a bite of a sandwich, savoring the delicious flavors. "It's amazing," you reply, smiling gratefully at him. "Thank you for doing all of this."

Theodore returns your smile, his eyes softening with affection. "Anything for you," he says, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

You lean into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through you at his gentle caress. "You know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've never felt like this with anyone before. It's… different."

Theodore's smile widens, his eyes shining with emotion. "Different in a good way, I hope?"

You nod, a small laugh escaping your lips. "Definitely in a good way. You make me feel… safe, I guess. Like I can finally let my guard down and just be myself."

His smile softens, a warmth spreading through his chest at your words. "I'm glad to hear that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because that's all I want, for you to feel safe and loved and cherished. You deserve that, more than anyone I know."

You feel a lump form in your throat at his words, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the leaves overhead.

Theodore reaches out and takes your hand in his, his touch grounding you in a way you never thought possible. "No, thank you," he says, his gaze locking with yours. "For giving me a chance, for letting me show you that love doesn't have to be painful. For letting me be a part of your life."

You squeeze his hand, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you. "I'm the one who should be thanking you," you say, your voice filled with emotion. "For showing me that it's okay to hope again, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love is worth fighting for."

And as you sit together beneath the fading light of the setting sun, surrounded by nothing but the gentle sounds of nature and the warmth of each other's presence, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll always have Theodore by your side, guiding you through the darkness and into the light.

[riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat]

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omfg msbjsdjasd mattheo would sooo lord this over your head 😭😭

Hello! I hope you have a wonderful day or night. I’m craving fluff and I was wondering if you could do something like mattheo having a platonic relationship with m!reader? Like bromance but they act like close friends. So M!reader accidentally cast a spell on himself making him turn into a cute small animal for 24 hours and mattheo is trying not to laugh his head off while picking the small creature up. M!reader is grumpy because of this and this makes mattheo tease the poor reader. Eventually it ends with them sleeping peacefully as the spell wears off.

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Bunnies and Bromance

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x M! Reader Summary : You and Mattheo Riddle have always been the best of friends, sharing everything from deep secrets to hearty laughs. But when a spell backfires and turns you into a small, fluffy bunny for 24 hours, your day takes a comically wild turn. As Mattheo tries to contain his laughter, you navigate the challenges of being a grumpy bunny, leading to a heartwarming and humorous adventure that strengthens your bond even more. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1k

You’re in the Hogwarts library, books and parchment spread out in front of you, diligently working on a Transfiguration assignment. Mattheo Riddle, your best friend, is lounging in a chair nearby, pretending to read but mostly watching you with mild interest.

"Mate, you look like you need a break," Mattheo says, stretching his arms over his head. "You've been at this for hours."

You roll your eyes but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "I need to finish this. Professor McGonagall is going to kill me if I don't get it right."

Mattheo snorts. "Yeah, yeah, you're the model student and all that. How about a little fun? Try that new spell we've been reading about."

You hesitate, glancing at the spellbook Mattheo slides across the table towards you. It’s an advanced transformation spell, something you'd been curious about but weren't entirely confident in.

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Mattheo's eyes twinkle with mischief, and despite your better judgment, you can't resist his enthusiasm.

You take a deep breath and mutter the incantation, wand movements precise. For a moment, nothing happens, and you start to relax. Then, a sudden tingling sensation spreads through your body. Before you can react, everything around you seems to grow exponentially.

You should have known better than to mess around with spells outside of class. But curiosity had gotten the better of you, and now you were facing the consequences. Quite literally, as a bunny.

Mattheo bursts out laughing, clutching his sides. “You’ve got to be kidding me! This is too good!” he manages between fits of laughter. You give him your best grumpy bunny glare, which only makes him laugh harder.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye as he crouches down to your level. “You’re actually kind of adorable like this.”

You hop away from his reaching hands, your pride stinging more than your small bunny body. Mattheo only chuckles, scooping you up gently. “Alright, alright, I won’t tease. Much,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Being carried around like this is both humiliating and strangely comforting. You nuzzle into Mattheo’s warm sweater, more out of instinct than anything else, which earns you an affectionate pat on the head. “See? Not so bad.”

The rest of the day is a series of mild indignities. Mattheo makes sure to show you off to the rest of your friends, who coo and fawn over you like some sort of exotic pet. You’re subjected to endless head pats and ear scratches, which you have to admit feel quite nice, even if you’d never admit it to anyone.

Despite your initial grumpiness, you can’t help but appreciate how gentle Mattheo is with you. He carries you everywhere, making sure you’re comfortable and well-fed. He even sneaks a few treats from the kitchen, laughing as you eagerly nibble on a carrot.

“Who knew you had such a sweet tooth?” he teases, watching you with amusement.

As evening falls, Mattheo takes you back to the common room. He sets you down on the couch and stretches out beside you, propping his feet up on the table. “I guess we should figure out how to turn you back before tomorrow, huh?”

You nod, twitching your nose in what you hope is an affirming manner. Mattheo grins and pulls out his wand, flipping through the pages of a spellbook he borrowed from the library. “Let’s see… Reversal spells, reversal spells… Ah, here we go.”

He reads through the incantation a couple of times before pointing his wand at you. “Ready, mate?”

You brace yourself, closing your eyes as he murmurs the spell. A warm, tingling sensation spreads through your body, and when you open your eyes again, you’re back to your normal self. Slightly disheveled and a bit dizzy, but human nonetheless.

Mattheo gives you a triumphant grin. “Welcome back, bunny boy.”

You groan, running a hand through your hair. “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever you say, bunny boy,” he says, laughing as you punch his arm playfully.

You collapse back onto the couch, exhausted from the day’s events. Mattheo sits beside you, a fond smile on his face. “You know, for a bunny, you’re pretty grumpy.”

“Gee, thanks,” you mutter, but you can’t help the small smile that creeps onto your face. “Thanks for looking out for me today, Matty.”

“Anytime,” he says, ruffling your hair. “What are best friends for?”

As the fire crackles in the hearth and the common room grows quieter, you find yourself drifting off. Mattheo’s presence beside you is comforting, a reminder that no matter what ridiculous situation you find yourself in, he’ll always have your back.

You wake up in the middle of the night, the room dark and silent. Mattheo is still beside you, fast asleep, his arm draped protectively over you. You smile to yourself, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the fire.

“Goodnight, Mattheo,” you whisper, closing your eyes again.

In the morning, the spell’s effects will be long gone, but the memory of this misadventure will stay with you. And with Mattheo by your side, you know there will be plenty more to come.

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When you woke the next morning, you stretched, feeling your muscles ache pleasantly. Carefully, you disentangled yourself from the blankets and slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him.

But as you moved, Mattheo stirred. He blinked up at you, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"Morning, bunny boy," he teased, his voice rough with sleep. "Back to normal, I see."

"Yeah, thanks for your help," you said, rolling your eyes but smiling despite yourself.

"Anytime," he replied, sitting up and stretching. "Now, let's go get some breakfast. I've got a feeling you could use some carrots."

You groaned, but couldn't help laughing. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance," Mattheo said, grinning widely. "Not a chance."