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Masterpiece of Chaos ft Pumpkins

Slytherin Boys + Pansy x fem reader(platonic)

Summary: The Slytherin group attempts to crave some pumpkin..

w/c: 892

a/n: Sorry for being inactive just being doing so much work :(

The Slytherin common room was a mess. A fun, chaotic, Halloween-infused mess. Pumpkins were strewn everywhere, seeds were flying through the air, and the infamous Slytherin gang had gathered for what they thought would be a simple, civilized pumpkin carving. Oh, how wrong they were.

“Alright, everyone has a pumpkin?” Draco Malfoy asked, brushing imaginary lint off his pristine Slytherin sweater. He cast a sidelong glance at Y/N, who was fiddling with a knife in a way that made him distinctly nervous.

“Got it, Malfoy. Relax.” Y/N winked, gripping her pumpkin. “Though, I don't know if this one's up for the job. It looks... weak.”

Across from her, Blaise Zabini snorted. “That’s because you picked the smallest one, Y/N. You always have to be difficult.”

“Oh, shut it, Zabini,” Pansy Parkinson cut in, rolling her eyes while scooping out pumpkin guts with way too much enthusiasm. "Some of us appreciate the aesthetic of a dainty pumpkin."

“Dainty?” Lorenzo Berkshire chuckled, flinging a handful of pumpkin seeds across the table, hitting Blaise square in the face. “A pumpkin is supposed to be terrifying, not cute.”

“I’ll show you terrifying!” Pansy shrieked and launched a chunk of pumpkin guts at him. It splattered against his shoulder, and for a moment, the room went silent.

Then chaos erupted.

Lorenzo grabbed a handful of the mushy innards and hurled it back at Pansy, but missed and hit Draco instead. Draco’s eyes widened in horror as slimy pumpkin flesh dripped down his hair. “BERKSHIRE!”

“Oh no.” Theodore Nott, who had been quietly carving intricate designs into his pumpkin, tried to stifle a laugh. “You’ve done it now.”

“Malfoy looks like he’s going to hex someone,” Blaise said with a lazy grin, lounging back on the couch as if he was watching a Quidditch match unfold.

“Are you insane?!” Draco shouted, standing up with his wand in hand. His usually neat hair was now a tangled mess, plastered with pumpkin gunk. “You absolute twit!”

“Come on, Draco,” Y/N teased, leaning on her pumpkin as she carved a wicked grin into it. “It’s Halloween. Lighten up a little. You're the prince of Slytherin—what's a little pumpkin slime?”

Draco shot her a glare, but Y/N just smirked in return. She had that way of softening him up, and she knew it. Still, he wasn’t going to let Lorenzo off that easily.

Suddenly, Mattheo Riddle, who had been suspiciously quiet up until now, stood up and flicked his wand. With a sly grin, he levitated an entire pumpkin—unhollowed and huge—toward Lorenzo’s head.

“Duck!” Blaise yelled, but it was too late. The pumpkin hit Lorenzo with a resounding thud, toppling him over onto the floor.

The room erupted into laughter, Theodore nearly dropping his pumpkin as he doubled over.

“That’s what you get for messing with Malfoy’s hair!” Mattheo said, high-fiving Draco, who looked a bit more pleased now that his tormentor had been avenged.

Lorenzo groaned from the floor, rubbing his head. “Bloody hell, Mattheo. That thing could’ve killed me!”

“Consider it revenge,” Draco said smugly, flicking a bit of pumpkin off his sleeve.

“Can we actually focus on carving for five minutes without someone throwing a pumpkin?” Theodore said, still chuckling as he went back to carefully slicing a detailed crescent moon into his pumpkin.

Y/N tilted her head at Theodore’s intricate work, impressed. “Theo, you’re putting us all to shame with that. How are you so good at this?”

Theodore gave her a sly smile, not bothering to hide his pride. “I don’t rush. Unlike the rest of you idiots.”

“Oi!” Pansy protested. “Mine’s coming out beautifully.” She held up her pumpkin, which was… well, it was something. It had a crooked smile and slightly uneven eyes, but she looked proud of it nonetheless.

“It looks like it’s been hexed,” Y/N deadpanned, trying to suppress her laughter. “In a good way, I promise.”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Pansy huffed, though a small smile played at her lips.

“Alright, enough chatting,” Draco said, trying to reassert some control. “Let’s get serious. I want these pumpkins done before midnight.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Draco, it's pumpkin carving, not a N.E.W.T. exam. No one’s going to mark us on this.”

“I’m just saying,” Draco replied with a flick of his wand, igniting the candles inside his own perfectly carved pumpkin. It had sharp, elegant angles—just like him. “I expect quality work. We are Slytherins, after all.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes but grinned, placing his arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Leave it to Malfoy to turn Halloween into a competitive sport.”

Y/N snickered, leaning into Mattheo slightly. “I mean, it wouldn’t be a Slytherin event without a bit of competition.”

“And sabotage,” added Blaise, nonchalantly flicking his wand to levitate Theodore’s pumpkin knife just as Theo was about to make another precise cut. The blade jerked sideways, leaving a jagged line across the delicate design.

“ZABINI!” Theodore bellowed, glaring murderously at Blaise.

Blaise just laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oops?”

Theo shook his head, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to repair the damage.

By the end of the night, the Slytherin common room looked like a pumpkin massacre. Seeds were stuck to the walls, there were at least three pumpkins with completely illegible carvings, and everyone was covered in pumpkin bits.

But as they sat back, admiring their chaotic handiwork, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Sure, it was a disaster, but it was their disaster.

“Well,” Draco said, surveying the room with a grudging smile, “it’s not the worst thing we’ve ever done.”

Y/N laughed, throwing an arm around him. “It’s a masterpiece of chaos, Malfoy. Just admit it.”

And for once, Draco didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a small, rare laugh, joining in the revelry of his unruly, pumpkin-splattered friends.

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West Coast

Theo Nott x fem reader

a/n: Literally having writers block and i am sick send requests pls

w/c: 1067

The salty tang of the sea hung in the air, mingling with the chill of the evening as the waves crashed against the cliffs. Theodore Nott stood at the edge, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Somewhere far away, the world he once knew continued without him. Hogwarts. The war. The expectations that came with being a Nott. But here, on the west coast of Wales, the weight of his name seemed to slip away, carried off by the ocean breeze.

He could still hear her laugh.

Y/N. A name he wasn’t supposed to remember, let alone whisper in his thoughts. But here she was, lingering in the empty spaces between his breaths.

“You never belonged in their world,” she had told him once. Her voice had been soft then, but there had been fire in her eyes, the kind of fire that made him feel seen. Seen in a way no one had bothered to before. Y/N had always known too much, her gaze cutting through his indifference, her touch burning through his carefully crafted walls.

Theo had fought it at first. The feeling of being unmoored, of losing control around her. He had tried to keep his distance, tried to be the cold, untouchable boy everyone expected him to be. But it was futile. Every time she looked at him, every time she smiled that half-smile of hers, it felt like the ground was shifting beneath his feet.

“You're like a storm,” she had said once, fingers trailing over his jaw. “Beautiful. Dangerous.”

He had laughed at that. Dangerous? Maybe. But beautiful? No. He wasn’t one of the golden ones, like Draco or Blaise. His beauty was quieter, buried under shadows and secrets, something only she had ever seemed to notice.

And now he stood here, miles away from everything, and still, he couldn't shake her from his mind.

The memory of her burned like wildfire.

It had been during one of those nights when everything felt too loud—his bloodline, his future, his past—that he had shown up at her door. Hogwarts had been on the edge of war, tension crackling in the air like static. And somehow, amidst all the chaos, he had found his way to her.

“Theo?” Her voice had been soft but filled with surprise.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not when words didn’t feel enough.

Instead, he had kissed her. Roughly. Desperately.

He had expected her to pull away, to tell him he was being reckless, but she hadn’t. Instead, she had kissed him back with the same intensity, her fingers threading through his hair, grounding him in ways he hadn’t realized he needed.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she had whispered against his lips, but the words held no conviction.

“Tell me to leave, then,” he had murmured back, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. “Tell me.”

But she hadn’t. She never did.

You’re feeling hot at the show, I’m feeling hot to the touch.

On the nights they were apart, Theodore found himself haunted by the way she made him feel. It was electric, the pull between them. A love that felt as dangerous as it was beautiful. He could still see her, the way she danced barefoot on the sands during their late-night escapes from Hogwarts. The world always faded away when it was just the two of them. The blood, the war, the expectations of their names—it all disappeared when she was with him.

But it couldn’t last. He knew it. She knew it.

“People like us don’t get happy endings, Theo,” she had told him one night, the light from the fire reflecting in her eyes as they lay under the stars.

“People like us don’t follow rules,” he had replied, fingers brushing against hers.

The rush, the fire, the wildness—it was everything.

Even now, with his feet on the rocky cliffs and her miles away, he could still feel her, like a pulse beneath his skin. A memory, yes, but more than that. Y/N was alive in him, a reminder of the boy he could’ve been if things had gone differently.

But they hadn’t.

Theodore turned, walking back towards the small cottage he had rented out, the one that overlooked the sea. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting everything in hues of gold and crimson. It was beautiful in a way that made his chest ache, a reminder of all that he had lost, and all that he couldn’t keep.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking of her. The way she looked at him with defiance and softness all at once. The way her laughter had been loud, but her love had been quiet, gentle, slipping into the cracks of his heart when he hadn’t been paying attention.

I can see my baby swinging. His Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up.

He had chosen the war in the end. Or maybe it had chosen him. His name, his father, his birthright—there had been no escaping it. Theodore had walked a path set before him long before he had met her. And she had known. She had known and still loved him.

But loving someone like him came with a price.

The cottage was empty when he stepped inside, the silence ringing in his ears. He moved to the window, staring out at the waves that crashed against the shore, his hand pressed against the glass.

Would she still remember him?

The nights had been theirs once. Full of stolen moments, whispered secrets, and love that tasted like rebellion. But in the end, it hadn’t been enough. The war had swallowed them whole, and when it had spit him out on the other side, Y/N had been gone.

She had always been too good for his world.

Now, he was just a boy on the edge of something vast and lonely, yearning for a love that felt like sunlight slipping through his fingers.

And as the sky darkened, Theodore closed his eyes and let the memory of her wash over him. The wind whispered her name, and for a brief moment, he could almost feel her beside him, her fingers brushing against his skin like they had so many nights before.

But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing but the sea.

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Exactly What I Needed

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask <33

w/c: 945

a/n: Why is medical school so hard?? literally, i am rotting in bed with assignments everywhere send requests

You’d always known Theo wasn’t the type to openly crave affection. He had his moments—fleeting as they were—where he’d pull you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that told you he needed you. But for the most part, his love was quieter, tucked into stolen glances or the brush of his fingers against yours in passing.

You didn’t mind. You loved him enough to make up for the gaps he left behind. That’s why you didn’t think much of it when you reached out to him one evening, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he sat at his desk, papers and textbooks scattered around. You nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the side of his neck. "How’s it going?" you asked gently.

His body stiffened in your embrace, and without warning, he pulled away. "Can you not?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You blinked, taking a step back, confused. "What?"

Theo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I just… I need space, okay? You’re being… clingy."

That word felt like a slap to the face. Clingy. The air between you shifted immediately, and you pulled your arms close to your chest as if trying to physically protect yourself from the impact of his words.

"I didn’t realize I was bothering you," you said quietly, feeling a tight knot form in your stomach.

"Well, you are," Theo snapped, his irritation flaring. "I’m already stressed enough without you hanging off me every second."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Okay."

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out of the room, feeling the sting of tears prick at the back of your eyes. You couldn’t believe how cold he’d been. And worse, how easily he had brushed you off as if your affection was some sort of burden.

For the next few days, you gave Theo exactly what he asked for—space. You stopped greeting him with hugs, stopped reaching out for his hand, stopped slipping into his side on the couch when you watched TV together. The house became a strange, quiet place, filled with a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge. Theo was so focused on his work that he didn’t seem to notice at first, but then something shifted.

At first, it was subtle. He started glancing over at you during meals, as if expecting you to say something, to touch him. But you didn’t. You kept your distance, heart aching every time he looked at you with those confused eyes. Then came the moments where you’d walk past him in the hallway, and his fingers would twitch, as if he wanted to reach out but couldn’t figure out how.

It wasn’t until a few nights later, when you climbed into bed without saying a word to him, that Theo realized something was really wrong. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep as the weight of his own actions pressed down on him.

He turned to you, his voice soft, hesitant. "Y/N?"

You hummed in acknowledgment, still facing away from him.

There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Have I… have I done something to upset you?"

You swallowed hard, the rawness of your emotions rising in your throat. "You told me I was being clingy. I’m just giving you the space you asked for."

Theo flinched at the reminder of his harsh words, guilt flooding his chest. He had been so wrapped up in his own stress, so overwhelmed by the pressure he was under, that he hadn’t realized how cruel he’d been. And now, here you were, doing exactly what he’d asked, and it was killing him.

"I didn’t mean it," Theo said quietly, his voice strained. "I was stressed, and I took it out on you. But that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have said that."

You stayed silent for a moment, your heart pounding as his words sank in. Part of you wanted to forgive him, to turn around and let him hold you like he always did when he realized he’d messed up. But the hurt still lingered, and you weren’t sure you could just brush it off like it hadn’t happened.

"You can’t just say things like that, Theo," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It hurts."

He shifted closer to you, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. "I know. I’m sorry." His thumb rubbed small, apologetic circles against your skin, and you could hear the regret in his voice, thick and heavy. "I don’t want space from you. I need you. I always need you."

Your breath hitched, and you finally turned to face him. His eyes were soft, filled with a kind of vulnerability that Theo rarely showed. It tugged at your heartstrings, and despite everything, you could see how much he wanted to make it right.

"I’m not just something you can push away when things get tough," you said softly, but firmly. "I’m here because I love you. But I can’t keep putting myself out there if you’re just going to shut me down."

Theo’s face crumpled slightly, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I know," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I promise I’ll do better. I don’t want to push you away."

You stayed there for a moment, the two of you breathing in sync, the tension between you slowly easing as the apology hung in the air. His arms wrapped around you then, gently this time, like he was afraid you might slip away if he held you too tight.

After a few moments, you let yourself melt into his embrace, allowing him to pull you back into the warmth you’d missed. "I missed you," Theo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I’m sorry I made you feel like you were too much when you were exactly what I needed."

You exhaled softly, your head resting against his chest as you felt his heartbeat against your cheek. "Just… don’t do it again."

"I won’t," he promised, his voice resolute. "I swear."

And for the first time in days, the distance between you began to fade, replaced by the quiet comfort of knowing that you were still the most important thing to him, even when he didn’t always know how to show it.

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first i wanna say i love your writing<3 if you’re taking requests i was wondering if you can do a theo calling the reader clingy because he’s stressed, then reader completely stops being “clingy”/ affectionate and he realizes he messed up and tries to make it up, if that makes sense? you can end it how ever you want!! again love your work ♡ ♡ ♡

Hii thank youu <3 yepp, heree sorry it took so long

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Memories of Friendship and Suprise

Slytherin boys and Pansy x fem reader (platonic)

Summary: Its my birthdayy today so decided to make a fic about y/n having a surprise birthday

w/c: 1010

The dungeons of Hogwarts were typically cold and unwelcoming, but tonight, the Slytherin common room was filled with warmth and anticipation. The usually dark space was transformed, decorated with shimmering green and silver streamers, flickering candles, and a massive banner that read "Happy Birthday, Y/N!" hanging above the fireplace.

Pansy Parkinson stood in the center of the room, directing the final touches with a sense of urgency. Draco Malfoy lounged on a nearby sofa, twirling his wand lazily, but with a smirk that showed he was pleased with their work. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were hanging the last of the enchanted decorations, while Mattheo Riddle leaned against the wall, watching everything unfold with a thoughtful expression. Lorenzo Berkshire was fussing over a magnificent cake, ensuring every detail was perfect.

"Is everything ready?" Pansy asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Relax, Pansy," Draco drawled, his smirk widening. "Y/N won’t suspect a thing."

Pansy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. "It just has to be perfect."

"It will be," Blaise assured her, adjusting a flickering candle on the table. "Y/N’s going to love it."

As the clock neared midnight, they all took their positions, ready to surprise their friend. The lights dimmed, and the room fell into a hushed silence as the door to the common room creaked open.

Y/N stepped inside, looking tired from a long day but instantly confused by the darkened room. "Hello?"

In an instant, the lights flickered on, and the room erupted in a chorus of cheers.

"Surprise!"

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as they took in the decorated common room and the grinning faces of their friends.

"Oh my god, you guys!" Y/N laughed, clearly touched by the effort that had gone into the surprise.

Draco was the first to approach, handing over a small, wrapped box with a smirk. "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

"You didn’t have to do all this," Y/N said, though the smile on their face showed how much they appreciated it.

"Of course, we did," Pansy said, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. "It’s your birthday, and we wanted to make it special."

As everyone settled into the cozy room, with the fire crackling warmly, Pansy clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.

"Alright, listen up! Since it’s Y/N’s birthday, I thought it’d be nice if we each shared a memorable moment we’ve had with her. What do you think?"

Y/N blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. But they couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through their chest at the idea.

"Who wants to go first?" Pansy asked, looking around.

Draco Malfoy, ever confident, spoke up first. "I’ll go," he said, his smirk turning into a genuine smile as he looked at Y/N. "Remember our first Potions class together? Snape paired us up, and you practically saved my skin. Goyle’s cauldron had exploded, and I was ready to hex the entire class until you figured out the antidote. I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for that."

Y/N chuckled, recalling the chaotic scene. "You were so annoyed. I thought you were going to curse the whole dungeon."

"I might have," Draco admitted, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But you managed to calm me down. That’s when I realized you were someone I could trust."

Blaise Zabini was next, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Y/N, do you remember when we snuck out to the Astronomy Tower to watch that meteor shower? Filch almost caught us, but you were the one who pulled me behind that tapestry just in time."

Y/N grinned. "How could I forget? My heart was racing the entire time."

"Exactly," Blaise said, shaking his head in admiration. "You were so calm under pressure. That’s when I knew you were someone special."

Theodore Nott spoke softly, his voice almost shy. "There was a day when I was having a really rough time, and you found me in the library. You didn’t say anything, just sat with me. It was exactly what I needed, and I’ve never forgotten that."

Y/N smiled warmly at Theo. "Sometimes just being there is enough."

"It was more than enough," Theo said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Lorenzo Berkshire leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "Remember when we pranked the Gryffindor Quidditch team? You came up with the idea to charm their robes to flash neon pink."

Y/N burst out laughing. "They were furious!"

"Best prank ever," Lorenzo declared. "And totally worth the week of detention we all got."

Mattheo Riddle, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke. His voice was low, almost hesitant. "There was a day after I had a fight with my father. I was by the lake, and you sat with me. You didn’t ask questions, just stayed there. I’ve never forgotten that."

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on Mattheo’s arm. "You needed a friend."

"And you were there," Mattheo said simply, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering light of the fire.

Finally, Pansy spoke, her voice filled with affection. "Y/N, from the moment we met in our first year, you’ve been like a sister to me. We promised to stick together no matter what, and we have. I wouldn’t have survived Hogwarts without you."

Y/N felt tears welling up in their eyes as they looked around at their friends. "Thank you, all of you. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had."

Draco smirked, trying to hide the sentiment in his expression. "We had to make sure it was memorable."

"And it has been," Y/N replied, their voice full of emotion. "I’m so lucky to have you all in my life."

As the night continued, filled with laughter, stories, and the warmth of their friendship, Y/N knew that this was a moment they would treasure forever. In the heart of the Slytherin common room, surrounded by the people who had become their family, Y/N felt truly at home.

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The Strongest Weapon

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary: based on this ask <33

w/c: 1344

The cold wind whipped through the corridors of Hogwarts as you made your way to the Astronomy Tower, your heart heavy with worry. Mattheo Riddle, the boy you had come to love, had grown distant, a shadow of the person you once knew. His usual charm and warmth had been replaced by a chilling detachment, as though something dark was gnawing away at his soul.

You found him at the top of the tower, staring out at the night sky. The stars glittered like distant, unreachable hopes, casting an eerie light on Mattheo's tense features. His dark curls were tousled by the wind, but he didn't seem to notice. He was lost in thought, his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. You could feel the weight of something terrible pressing down on him.

"Mattheo," you called softly, stepping closer. He didn’t turn to face you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. "Please, talk to me. I’m worried about you."

He remained silent for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was cold and distant. "There’s nothing to talk about."

Your heart ached at his words. This wasn’t the Mattheo you knew—the boy who had once made you laugh until you cried, who had held your hand when you were scared, who had whispered sweet promises of a future together. This was someone else entirely, someone shaped by the darkness you feared.

"There is," you insisted, taking another step forward. "You’ve been distant, withdrawn. I can see that something’s wrong. Whatever it is, we can face it together."

Finally, he turned to you, his eyes dark and stormy, filled with an inner turmoil that sent a shiver down your spine. "You wouldn’t understand," he muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. "This isn’t your fight."

"Is it because of your father?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. The very mention of Lord Voldemort made your blood run cold, but you couldn’t let fear stop you. "What has he done to you?"

Mattheo’s expression hardened at the mention of his father. "He’s given me a choice," he said quietly, his voice filled with a mix of anger and despair. "Join him, or suffer the consequences. There’s no escaping him. Not for me, and not for you if you stay with me."

The words hung heavy in the air, each one a knife to your heart. You had always known that Mattheo’s lineage was a curse he bore in silence, but you had never imagined it would come to this.

"You don’t have to follow him," you said desperately, reaching out to grasp his arm. "We can leave, Mattheo. We can run far away, somewhere he can’t find us. We’ll figure it out together."

He shook his head, pulling away from your touch, his eyes filled with a painful resignation. "You don’t understand. If I refuse him, he’ll kill me. And if he knows about us, he’ll kill you too. I won’t let that happen."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the agony in his expression, the internal battle he was fighting between the person he wanted to be and the person his father was forcing him to become. "But what about you? What happens when you lose yourself to him? I can’t lose you to that darkness."

His eyes softened for a moment, and you saw a flicker of the Mattheo you knew and loved. But it was quickly replaced by a cold determination. "I’m doing this to protect you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I love you too much to let him take you away from me."

Before you could respond, a cold, sinister voice echoed through the tower, making your blood run cold.

"Ah, young love. So fragile, so naive."

You spun around to see the shadowy figure of Lord Voldemort himself emerging from the darkness, his serpentine face twisted into a cruel smile. His presence was suffocating, filling the room with an aura of pure evil.

"Father," Mattheo said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

Voldemort’s cold, red eyes flickered to you, and his smile widened. "I see you’ve been distracted, my son. This… attachment is making you weak."

Mattheo stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body. "She’s not part of this," he said firmly. "Leave her out of it."

Voldemort chuckled, a sound that sent chills down your spine. "On the contrary, she’s very much part of this. You see, Mattheo, love is a weakness, and weaknesses must be eliminated."

Before you could react, Voldemort raised his wand, his movements quick and deliberate. "Crucio."

The curse hit you like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through your body. You screamed, collapsing to the ground as the agony ripped through you. It was as if your very nerves were on fire, burning away every thought, every hope, every dream.

Through the blinding pain, you heard Mattheo shout, his voice filled with desperation and rage. "No! Stop it! Please, stop!"

But Voldemort’s twisted smile only grew as he watched you writhe in agony. "Do you see now, Mattheo? This is what happens when you allow yourself to care. It makes you vulnerable, and vulnerability is death."

The curse lifted, leaving you gasping for breath, your body trembling violently. You felt Mattheo’s arms around you, holding you close, his hands shaking as he tried to comfort you.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice broken. "I’m so sorry…"

But Voldemort wasn’t finished. He stepped closer, his wand still raised, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You have a choice to make, Mattheo. Join me, and she will be spared. Refuse, and watch her die."

Mattheo’s breath hitched, and you could feel his internal struggle, the war raging inside him. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with pain, and you knew what he was thinking. If he joined Voldemort, he would be lost forever, consumed by the same darkness that had taken his father. But if he refused, you would pay the price.

"No," you whispered, your voice weak but determined. "Don’t do it, Mattheo. Don’t let him control you."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he cradled your face in his hands. "I can’t lose you," he said, his voice cracking.

"You won’t," you said, forcing yourself to smile through the pain. "We’ll find another way. We’ll fight this together."

But the decision was already made. Mattheo stood slowly, turning to face his father, his jaw set in a hard line. "I’ll join you," he said quietly, his voice filled with a bitter resolve. "But only if you spare her."

Voldemort’s smile widened, a cruel, triumphant expression that made your blood run cold. "Very well," he said, lowering his wand. "But remember, Mattheo, this is only the beginning. Love will not save you in the end. It will only destroy you."

With a flick of his wand, Voldemort disappeared into the shadows, leaving you and Mattheo alone in the tower, the echoes of his words lingering in the air.

Mattheo collapsed beside you, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. You reached out, your hand trembling as you gently touched his arm.

"It’s going to be okay," you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But deep down, you knew that nothing would ever be the same. The darkness had claimed a part of Mattheo, and you didn’t know if you would ever be able to bring him back from it. But you would try. You would fight for him, for the love that still burned between you, even in the face of the overwhelming darkness.

As you held each other in the cold, empty tower, you made a silent vow to yourself: you wouldn’t let Voldemort win. No matter what it took, you would find a way to save Mattheo, to bring him back to the light.

Because love might be a weakness, but it was also the strongest weapon you had.

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Hi love!

First off I wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing!! If you are still looking for requests, I was wondering if you could write something with Mattheo about how he ends up following after his father’s footsteps (either by choice or force…whichever you decide!) and the reader ends up getting hurt because of it but maybe with a happy ending? I’m a huge sucker for angst but cannot emotionally handle things without some comfort in the end 😅 thank you so much for taking the time to read this! You are absolutely wonderful 💛

Helloo anon, Thank youu, ofc i can

You can find it here sorry for the wait <3

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Quick Realizations

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always known everything about everyone—except his own feelings. When a playful conversation turns into an unexpected confession, Mattheo realises he might like you more than just as a friend.

w/c: 1287

a/n: send in requests pls I have no clue what to write about

To no one's surprise, Mattheo knows almost everything.

For example, he knows that he's your best friend.

He knows that you prefer studying by the Black Lake rather than in the library, that you secretly adore Herbology even though you complain about the dirt, and that you like sneaking out after curfew just to wander the castle halls at night. He also knows that Pansy has been in a better mood since Draco complimented her new potion-brewed perfume, and that Theo's been practicing his wandwork more than usual because he's been trying to impress a certain Ravenclaw in Charms class.

Simply put, Mattheo knows everything about everyone.

"And then what did she do?" He leans back against the stone bench, casually tossing a stray pebble into the lake, watching as the water ripples outward.

"We just talked afterward," you shrug, watching as a pair of first years try to coax the Giant Squid to the surface. "It was nice catching up with her; it's been a while."

"I bet. She's a nightmare," Mattheo chuckles, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth as he speaks. He chews thoughtfully for a moment before glancing over at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh!" Your eyes brighten as you recall something, turning to face him.

You can't help but burst into laughter when you see his face, but you quickly compose yourself, keeping your smile in check. "She also said the funniest thing—she said that she thought you had feelings for me!"

His eyes widen in surprise, his jaw dropping ever so slightly. "That's ridiculous."

"I know, right?" You snicker, adjusting your scarf as a cold breeze sweeps across the grounds. He joins you in laughter, the idea of liking you as more than a friend clearly absurd to him.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

But as your laughter dies down, his smile falters.

"Theo, what do I do?!"

His roommate sits at a desk in the Slytherin common room, poring over a detailed Quidditch strategy diagram. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he plans out moves for the upcoming match against Gryffindor.

"Just tell her."

"I’ll hex you into next week."

"If it’s between you being a miserable pain in my arse and getting hexed, I’ll take the hex, mate," Theo mutters, not bothering to look up from his plans.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow. "Why are you so sure you’re going to get hexed?"

"Because I’m associated with you," Theo replies dryly, finally glancing up from his Quidditch strategy with a smirk. "Help me out first, and then curse me later. C'mon, don't be stingy."

"I literally already gave you advice, just tell her how you feel."

"One small problem with that."

"What now?"

"I—" Mattheo opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words. He eventually settles on giving Theo an innocent smile. "Well, I actually don't know if I like her like that? It was an in-the-moment realization kind of thing, but now I'm just confused—"

Theo lets out an exasperated sigh, tossing his quill aside and turning fully to face Mattheo. "Are you serious?" He glares at Mattheo, disbelief etched across his face. "She can’t even brew a simple potion without asking for your help, and you’re practically useless in class if you can’t sit next to her! You two have the most ridiculous relationship I’ve ever seen!"

Mattheo crosses his arms, frowning. Theo sighs again, rubbing his temples. "...Respectfully, of course."

"Talk rubbish about her again and I'll jinx you into a toad. I'm serious."

"That’s literally my point."

"That doesn’t mean you get to be mean! Take it back!"

Theo bites back a retort, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "For someone who’s so observant," he says slowly, "you know nothing."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Mattheo’s eyes narrow, suddenly on the defensive.

"Well," Theo shrugs nonchalantly, "I’ve noticed that Comrac McLaggen has been showing a lot of interest in her lately. He might even confess soon, who knows? Maybe even today."

Mattheo stares at Theo, completely stunned by the revelation. His mind races as he processes his friend’s words; Theo can practically see the exact moment the realization dawns on him. Like a flash, Mattheo jumps to his feet.

"Theo, I’ve got to go! Good luck with the Quidditch match!"

"Gryffindor's not going to know what hit them."

But before he can finish, Mattheo is already out the door.

The key to your dorm unlocks itself, and right on time, Mattheo bursts through the door, slightly out of breath, his hair messier than usual from the wind.

"What’s this—?" You barely get the words out before Mattheo grabs your shoulders, his eyes wide as he searches yours for a moment before blurting out, "I like you."

You blink, taken aback by his sudden confession, but he doesn’t give you time to respond before he continues.

"I was going back and forth with Theo, and honestly, he messed with my head a bit, but I’ve come to a decision, and I know I like you. So don’t even think about dating Comrac, he’s a decent bloke and all, but he’s not right for you. And besides, if you dated him, you'd have to deal with his mates, and that sounds like a nightmare."

You knew who Comrac was, but you stay silent to let him continue speaking. Mattheo was always the more talkative one between the two of you (he’s also the one with the warmer smile, which is funny because his hands feel like ice against your sweater).

His hands move from your shoulders to your arms, and he swallows nervously. "I’m usually not this anxious around you, y'know," he admits, words tumbling out in a rush, "normally I feel at ease talking to you, but right now I feel like I’m going to pass out."

"Did you run here from the common room?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Mattheo!" You soften instantly, placing your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he sighs in relief. You frown at his recklessness, "You know how much running through the castle exhausts you. Why didn’t you just use the Floo network?"

"I just really wanted to see you." He pouts, opening his eyes to look at you with a vulnerability that makes your heart melt. "Like I said, Theo really messed with my head."

"I’m going to jinx him."

"Please do."

"And Mattheo?"

"Hm?"

It’s really sweet, actually—how he’s forgotten about his whole reason for coming here. But you can’t blame him too much; he’s just dashed through half the castle after battling his own nerves, and every hero deserves a reward for their courage. Especially Mattheo, who more than deserves a happy ending, and you couldn’t be more thrilled to give one to him.

"I like you too, by the way. Theo may be a little meddlesome, but he’s got great intuition; I was actually about to head to your dorm to tell you."

He gasps. "But running exhausts you!"

You smile sheepishly. "I guess I just really wanted to see you."

His jaw drops for the tenth time that day, and he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his head into your neck, murmuring against your shoulder. "I love you, I love you, I love—"

"I love you too." You smile because you do love him. He’s been your best friend since first year, your partner in crime through every adventure, the boy you admired before you even understood what admiration was. "Since you’re here, want to watch a movie? I’ve got that Muggle DVD player you’re always curious about."

"Absolutely!"

As he hums to himself, cutting up some Honeydukes sweets for your impromptu movie session.

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One More Chance

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Y/n stumbles upon Mattheo while going to the library after they broke up but Mattheo wants One More Chance in their relationship

w/c: 832

The dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts were quiet, the echo of footsteps bouncing off the ancient stone walls as Y/N made her way towards the library. The evening was drawing in, the golden light from the setting sun filtering through the narrow windows and casting long shadows. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, more out of habit than need—after all, it was late autumn, and the chill had only just started to creep in.

As she turned the corner, she nearly bumped into someone. Y/N took a step back, her breath catching when she recognized who it was.

"Mattheo," she greeted, her voice coming out steadier than she felt. She hadn't expected to run into him, not here, not now. Her pulse quickened, memories she had tried so hard to bury threatening to resurface.

Mattheo Riddle stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his robe, his dark eyes watching her intently. There was a glimmer of something—mischief, perhaps?—that danced behind his gaze, something that had always drawn her in. His tousled curls and easy smirk were as infuriatingly attractive as ever.

"Y/N," he replied, his voice smooth, carrying a hint of surprise that he didn't bother to mask. "Fancy running into you here."

She stiffened slightly, unwilling to let herself be swayed by the familiar charm in his tone. She had built walls around her heart since they had parted ways, and she wasn't about to let him chip away at them again.

"I was just heading to the library," she said coolly, sidestepping him. "Excuse me."

But Mattheo moved too, blocking her path. "In a hurry?"

Y/N sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "What do you want, Mattheo?"

He tilted his head, studying her as if trying to unravel a mystery. "I just wanted to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about," she retorted, keeping her tone brisk, despite the way her heart thudded in her chest.

"Is that so?" Mattheo mused, not moving an inch. "You don't still have feelings for me, do you?"

The question caught her off guard. Heat rose to her cheeks, but she forced herself to meet his gaze with a sharp glare. "Oh, why would I? We broke it off for a reason, didn't we?"

Mattheo's smirk faltered, replaced by a more serious expression. His eyes softened slightly, and for a moment, the bravado dropped. "We did. But it doesn't mean it was easy. Or that it didn't matter."

Y/N felt her resolve wavering, memories of late-night conversations, shared secrets, and stolen kisses flooding her mind. She had convinced herself that ending things was for the best, that they were too different, that he was too reckless and she too cautious. But the truth was that she had never really let go of him.

She shook her head, determined to keep her emotions in check. "It doesn't matter anymore, Mattheo. We made our choices."

He sighed, his posture relaxing as he leaned back against the wall. "Maybe. But I can't help but wonder…if we made the right ones."

Her heart clenched at his words, but she forced herself to stay firm. "You can't change the past."

"Maybe not," he conceded, "but the future? That's still up for grabs."

Y/N bit her lip, torn between the desire to walk away and the pull of what could be. The chemistry between them had always been undeniable, a spark that never quite fizzled out, even after they parted ways.

"Why are you saying this now?" she asked, her voice softer, almost vulnerable. "What's changed?"

Mattheo looked at her with a seriousness she hadn't seen before. "I realized that letting you go was a mistake. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I can't shake the feeling that we gave up too easily."

She stared at him, unsure of what to say. Part of her had hoped he would say something like this, while the other part was terrified of reopening old wounds. "Mattheo…"

He stepped closer, his voice low, earnest. "I'm not asking for everything to go back to the way it was. But I am asking for a second chance. To see if we can figure this out, together."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up into his eyes. She saw sincerity there, a glimmer of the boy she had fallen for mixed with the man he was becoming. The future was uncertain, but as she stood there, she realized that maybe, just maybe, it was worth taking the risk.

"Alright," she whispered, barely believing her own words. "One more chance."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Mattheo's face, one that made her heart skip a beat. "One more chance," he echoed, his voice filled with promise.

And as they stood there, in the quiet corridor of Hogwarts, it felt like the beginning of something new—something that had been left unfinished, but was now ready to be written.

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You're Not Your Father

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Mattheo doesn't believe he makes y/n feel safe because he's Voldys son and y/n makes him see that Mattheo is not like Voldy

w/c: 1289

Mattheo Riddle stood in the dimly lit corridor, leaning against the cold stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes, usually so intense, softened as they met mine. I approached cautiously, my footsteps echoing in the quiet until I was close enough to see the faint worry etched on his face.

"I make you feel... safe?" Mattheo repeated, his voice gruff and filled with disbelief. He balked at the idea, furrowing his brow. "You're sure? Me?"

I smiled, a small, gentle curve of my lips. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but I held back for now. "You seem all gruff and angry, Mattheo, but you do honestly care about me. At least it feels like you do."

His jaw tightened, and he looked down at the ground, a heavy silence settling between us. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to reconcile what I was saying with the image he had of himself. How could he not see what I saw? To him, he was nothing more than the son of the Dark Lord, destined to carry on his father’s legacy. Darkness had always been his identity, his fate.

"You don't understand," he muttered, frustration and desperation lacing his voice. "I’m not the kind of person who makes anyone feel safe. I'm not... good."

My heart ached hearing him say that. I knew he believed it, but I couldn’t let him think that way. I took a step closer, refusing to let him retreat into the shadows. "I know who you are, Mattheo. I know who your father is. But you’re not him."

His reaction was immediate—he recoiled slightly, his eyes narrowing as if my words had struck him. "I'm his son," he snapped back, anger flaring. "I have his blood, his darkness. People fear me because of him—because they think I’ll become him."

His voice was filled with a raw anger that made my chest tighten. But beneath that anger, I could hear the fear, the doubt. He was so used to being seen as a threat, as someone to be feared, that he couldn’t comprehend the idea of being anything else.

"But you’re not him," I insisted, my voice firm but gentle. I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached out to him. My fingers brushed against his, and I could feel the tension in his body. "You’re not defined by him, no matter what anyone says. You get to choose who you are."

Mattheo shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, but his voice wavered, the conviction in his words faltering. "I can’t be anything but this. It’s in my blood."

I could see the war raging inside him—the fear that he was doomed to follow in his father’s footsteps, that darkness was his destiny. But I refused to let him believe that. I took another step closer, my hand gently intertwining with his. He didn’t pull away, and that gave me hope.

"You’re not your father, Mattheo," I whispered, my voice filled with all the emotion I’d been holding back. "You’re your own person. You have a choice. And I see you—the real you."

For a moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes searching mine as if trying to find some hint of deception. But there was none. I meant every word. I saw past the cold exterior, past the reputation he carried like a shield. I saw the boy who cared, who was capable of so much more than he gave himself credit for.

Slowly, he exhaled, the tension in his body starting to ease. "Maybe," he started, his voice barely above a whisper, "maybe you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I could be that person."

I smiled, a small tear slipping down my cheek as I closed the distance between us. I reached up, gently cupping his cheek in my hand. He leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, as if he was allowing himself to believe it too.

"You don’t have to be anyone else," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "Just be you. That’s enough for me."

For the first time, I saw something in Mattheo's eyes that I hadn’t seen before—hope. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. And as we stood there, in the shadows of the castle, I knew that maybe, just maybe, I could be the light he needed to guide him out of the darkness he had lived in for so long.

He opened his eyes again, and for a moment, we just stood there, locked in a silent exchange that spoke louder than any words ever could. I could feel the heat of his skin against my palm, the subtle tremor of his breath as he struggled to hold onto the fragile hope I’d offered him. It was as if he was standing on the edge of a precipice, torn between stepping back into the safety of the darkness he knew so well and daring to reach for the light I held out to him.

"You don’t understand what it’s like," he finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Every day, I feel like I’m fighting against something inside me, something that’s always trying to pull me under. It’s like there’s this darkness in my blood, in my very soul, and no matter how hard I try, it’s always there, waiting to take over."

I tightened my grip on his hand, my heart breaking for him. "You’re stronger than you think, Mattheo," I said softly. "You’ve been fighting that darkness your whole life, and you’re still here. That takes strength. You’re not alone in this fight anymore. I’m here with you."

His eyes widened slightly, as if the idea of having someone by his side, someone who truly cared about him, was something completely foreign. "Why?" he asked, his voice barely more than a breath. "Why would you want to help me? I’m... dangerous. I’m the son of Voldemort, Y/N. I’m not someone you should be around."

I shook my head, feeling a fierce determination rise within me. "You’re not your father," I repeated, my voice steady. "You’re Mattheo. And I see you. I see the person you are, not the person you’re afraid you might become. You have a good heart, no matter how much you try to hide it. And I’m not going to walk away just because it’s hard. I’m not afraid of you, Mattheo."

The silence stretched between us again, thick with unspoken emotions. I could see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he struggled to accept what I was saying. But I also noticed something else—something that made my heart swell with hope. For the first time, he looked like he wanted to believe me, like he was daring to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could be something more than his father’s legacy.

Tentatively, he lifted his other hand to cover mine, holding it against his cheek as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality. "I don’t know how to be anything else," he admitted, his voice trembling. "But I want to try... for you."

I smiled, my heart swelling with a mixture of relief and love. "That’s all I ask," I whispered, my thumb brushing gently against his skin. "Just try. I’ll be here every step of the way."

And at that moment, as we stood together in the shadows, I realised that we were both finding something we hadn’t known we were looking for—a sense of safety and belonging in each other.

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Endless Again

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: A love that has turned into a cycle of fights and makeups. Y/N reflects on how they first met and how their love blossomed, but also how things started to go wrong

w/c: 931

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound like a gunshot in the stillness of the room. My heart seized in my chest, every beat echoing in the silence that followed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Not again.

I sank onto the couch, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me, crushing the breath from my lungs. How many times had we been here? How many times had I watched him walk away, only to come back like a storm I couldn’t escape?

“You just made the worst mistake, and you’ll regret it, darling,” rang in my mind, a cruel reminder of the endless cycle we were trapped in. Every time we fought, every time we tore each other apart, I swore it would be the last time. But it never was. I always let him back in, clinging to the hope that maybe this time would be different.

But it never was.

“’Cause once you give and then you take, you’ll only end up wanting…”

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots as if the pain could distract me from the chaos inside my head. Mattheo had always been a mystery, an enigma wrapped in shadows. From the moment we met, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of his dark, brooding presence. But that same intensity that set my soul on fire was slowly burning me alive.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the memories that flooded my mind. The way he looked at me when we first met, as if I were the only person who existed in his world. The way his touch could send shivers down my spine, making me feel more alive than I ever had. But with that passion came a price—a never-ending cycle of love and destruction that left me shattered every time.

The first time we broke up, it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving nothing but a gaping wound that refused to heal. He had come back, whispering apologies and empty promises, and like a fool, I let him in. We’d always been stronger together, I told myself. But now, as I sat alone in the suffocating silence, I wasn’t so sure.

“Was everything you ever said, was everything you ever did… true?”

The question gnawed at me, consuming every rational thought. Had anything between us ever been real, or had we just been fooling ourselves, clinging to a love that was as toxic as it was intoxicating? I had always wanted to believe that I knew him, that I was the one person who could see past the walls he built around himself. But now, I wasn’t so sure.

The door creaked open, and I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. Mattheo stood in the doorway, his expression hard to read. He was always so composed, so controlled, but tonight, there was something different in his eyes—something broken.

He stepped into the room, the tension between us palpable. “I’m sorry,” he said, the words barely audible, as if they were choking him.

“And I can’t get you out of my brain…”

I stared at him, my mind racing, desperate to find the right words. But what could I say? That I wanted to believe him? That I wanted to believe that this time, his apology meant something? But deep down, I knew the truth. We were going in circles, trapped in a cycle we couldn’t break free from.

“Mattheo,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep hurting each other like this. It’s tearing us apart.”

His eyes flickered with something—guilt, regret, maybe even fear—but he didn’t move closer. Instead, he looked away, his jaw tightening as if he was fighting back everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. “I know,” he murmured, his voice raw. “But I don’t know how to stop.”

The silence between us was suffocating, every second stretching into eternity. I wanted to reach out, to pull him close, to tell him that we could figure this out, that we could find a way to make it work. But I couldn’t. Because I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself anymore.

Without another word, Mattheo turned and walked out the door, leaving it to close softly behind him this time. I stood there, staring at the space where he’d been, my heart shattering all over again.

“But I just keep on coming back to you…”

I wanted to scream, to cry, to tear the world apart because it felt like that’s what was happening inside me. I had given him everything—my heart, my soul, my very being—and yet it was never enough. We were never enough.

But as much as I wanted to believe that this was the end, deep down, I knew I was already waiting for the next time he’d walk back into my life. Because no matter how much it hurt, I couldn’t imagine a world without him in it.

“I never thought that I would see you again…”

The tears finally came, hot and relentless, as I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Maybe this was the end. Maybe this was the last time. But even as I thought it, a part of me knew it wasn’t. Because love like ours didn’t just end—it destroyed everything in its path until there was nothing left.

And maybe that was the worst part of all.

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theo nott x harrys twin based off of scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo where like since shes a slytherin people dont rly like her and are rude and she and harry dont talk at all and she lies to theo saying shes ok but he finds her diary and finds out everything and he comforts her

You are NOTT Nothing

Theo Nott x fem reader

w/c: 1371

Being Harry Potter's twin sister meant living in his shadow, but being sorted into Slytherin meant living in isolation. I’d spent years pretending the whispers and the cold shoulders didn’t bother me, but the truth was, it hurt more than I could ever admit. I was the black sheep, the one who didn’t fit in Gryffindor like everyone thought I should. And worse, I wasn’t even accepted by my own housemates.

I could feel the stares on my back as I walked through the common room. The Slytherins watched me with narrowed eyes, some with curiosity, others with disdain. I wasn’t one of them, not really. I wasn’t the sharp-tongued, cunning Slytherin they expected. I was just Y/N Potter, the oddity.

But the worst part was that Theo was part of their group—the popular ones, the ones who ruled Slytherin with confidence and charisma. Theodore Nott, with his quiet intensity, was different from the others, but he was still one of them. He spent his time with Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, and Lorenzo, the group that everyone either feared or admired.

I always felt out of place around them. Draco’s sharp wit, Pansy’s biting remarks, Blaise’s aloofness, Mattheo’s mischievous grin, and Lorenzo’s easy charm—they all made me feel like I didn’t belong. And Theo? Theo was the only one who ever seemed to notice me, the only one who looked at me without judgment. But even then, he was distant, part of a world I could never touch.

I’d gotten good at pretending it didn’t bother me. I’d perfected the art of smiling and nodding, of pretending everything was fine when inside, I was crumbling. I didn’t let anyone see the real me—not even Theo.

I’m scared of my own guitar, of all the things it says I am, I scribbled in my diary one night, reflecting on the lyrics that had been running through my mind. The song reminded me of how terrified I was of the expectations placed on me, how scared I was of not living up to them, of not being enough. Of all the things I know I’m not, I added, my heart aching with the weight of the words.

It’s like the strings know the truth, even when I lie to myself, I wrote, feeling the familiar lump in my throat. I hated how vulnerable I felt, how every time I tried to express myself, it felt like I was revealing too much. I’m scared that if I play, everyone will hear what I’m trying so hard to hide.

One day, I was sitting in the library, tucked away in a corner where no one could see me. I was supposed to be studying, but my mind was elsewhere. My diary lay open in front of me, the pages filled with my fears and frustrations, the things I could never say out loud.

Just as I was about to write something, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly closed the diary, my heart racing as Theo rounded the corner, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his eyes searching mine.

I tried to smile, but it felt forced. “Theo. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you,” he replied, his gaze flickering to the closed diary on the table. “I... I found your diary in the common room the other day.”

My heart dropped. “You read it?”

He nodded, his expression pained. “I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but... I couldn’t just ignore it. Y/N, why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling?”

I looked away, shame flooding through me. “Because you’re part of their world, Theo. You’re with Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and the others. You wouldn’t understand.”

He stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. “I’m with them, yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I’ve seen how they treat you, how everyone treats you. And it’s wrong. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. “You don’t get it, Theo. I’m not like them. I don’t belong here, not in Slytherin, not anywhere. I’m just... nothing.”

Theo’s expression hardened, and before I could react, he reached out and took my hand in his. His touch was gentle, but there was a strength in it that made my heart skip a beat.

“You are not nothing,” he said fiercely. “You’re Y/N Potter, and you’re more than just Harry’s twin. You’re brave, and strong, and you’ve been dealing with more than anyone should have to. I hate seeing you like this, and I hate that you feel like you have to hide it from me.”

The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, and I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” Theo insisted. “You never were. You mean something to me, Y/N. I know I’m part of that group, but I’m not like them. I care about you, and I want to help you.”

I took a deep breath, the words bubbling up in my chest, words I’d been too scared to say out loud. But looking into Theo’s eyes, I knew I could trust him. I had to let him in.

“I’m scared, Theo,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of my own thoughts, of what they say about me when I’m alone. I’m scared that I’ll never be good enough for anyone, not for Slytherin, not for Harry, not even for myself.”

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten, his eyes softening as I continued.

“I’m scared that if I open up, if I let anyone see who I really am, they’ll hate me. I’m scared that I’m not strong enough to be who everyone thinks I should be. I’m scared that I’m nothing, Theo, that I’ll never be more than just the shadow of someone else.”

Theo stepped closer, his other hand gently cupping my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “Y/N, listen to me. You are not nothing. You’re not a shadow, and you’re not alone in this. You’re everything that matters to me. I know it’s hard to believe, but you’re worth so much more than you think. And you don’t have to pretend with me. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I stared at him, my vision blurred by tears. “But what if you see all the things I’m scared of? What if you see me for what I really am, and you realize I’m not worth it?”

Theo’s thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “I already see you, Y/N. And I promise you, you are worth it. Every fear, every doubt, every single thing you’re scared to show, I’m here for all of it. You don’t have to hide from me. I’m not scared of who you are. I’m not going to run.”

Something inside me broke, the walls I had built up around myself crumbling as I let out a sob, stepping forward into his arms. He held me tightly, his embrace warm and secure, and I let myself fall into it, let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone after all.

“It’s okay,” Theo murmured, his voice soothing as he stroked my hair. “I’m here, Y/N. You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to be scared. I’ve got you.”

I clung to him, my tears soaking into his robes as I let out everything I had been holding back. Theo held me through it all, never letting go, never pulling away. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t alone, like I wasn’t just the shadow of someone else.

I had Theo, and in that moment, that was enough.

[rosesareredrosa]

Easier to Hate

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Based on this ask thank you anon <33

a/n: Might do a part 2 maybe they end up together???

w/c: 900

The echoing corridors of the Ministry of Magic were a far cry from the stone walls of Hogwarts, yet they held an air of familiarity that you found unsettling. You never imagined that after leaving school, you’d be working in the same department as Theodore Nott—the one person who had managed to make your Hogwarts years both challenging and infuriating.

You had always been at odds. As a Ravenclaw, your pride in your intellect and your drive for success had clashed spectacularly with Theo’s Slytherin cunning and ambition. He was sharp, relentless, and always seemed to find a way to undercut your achievements, often with a smirk that made your blood boil. But beneath the rivalry, there had been something else—a tension that neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge.

Now, years later, you found yourself standing outside your new office, staring at the nameplate next to the door: "Theodore Nott."

Before you could knock, the door swung open, and there he stood, looking as though no time had passed. Tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes that still held that same unsettling intensity. But there was something else there too—a shadow, a heaviness that hadn’t been there before.

“You’re late,” Theo remarked, his tone clipped. There was no smirk this time, just a weariness that surprised you.

You stepped inside, forcing a smile. “Some things never change, do they?”

His lips twitched, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “No, I suppose they don’t.”

The first few weeks were exactly what you expected—tense. You and Theo fell back into your old patterns, arguing over nearly every detail of your work. It was exhausting, but you told yourself it was better this way. It was easier to fight with Theo than to deal with the mess of emotions that had lingered between you since Hogwarts.

One evening, after a particularly heated argument over a case file, you snapped. “Why do you always have to be like this? Why can’t we just work together for once?”

He froze, his expression darkening. “Because working together with you means admitting that I care.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings. Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his confession pressing down on you.

“What are you talking about?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Theo looked away, his jaw clenched. “You don’t get it, do you? All those years at Hogwarts, all those fights—it wasn’t because I hated you. It was because I didn’t know how to deal with what I felt.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “What are you saying?”

He finally met your gaze, and the raw emotion in his eyes made your heart ache. “I’m saying that I was a coward. I was afraid of what you made me feel, so I pushed you away. I thought that if I could beat you, I could ignore it. But I couldn’t.”

The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of his words suffocating. You had spent years convincing yourself that Theo was nothing more than a rival, someone to compete with and defeat. But now, faced with the truth, you realized that the anger, the frustration, had always been masking something deeper—something you had been too afraid to confront.

“Theo…” you began, but your voice broke.

He shook his head, stepping back as if the distance could protect him. “It doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re different people, and this—whatever it was—it’s too late.”

The pain in his voice cut through you like a knife, and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You had always been proud of your ability to stay composed, to never let anyone see how deeply they affected you. But here, in this moment, all those defenses crumbled.

“Maybe it’s not too late,” you said, your voice trembling. “Maybe we just need to stop pretending we hate each other.”

For a moment, you thought he might agree, that the years of bitterness and regret could be washed away by this confession. But then he looked at you, his expression hardening.

“It’s easier to hate you,” he said quietly, and the words felt like a slap. “Because if I don’t, then I have to face the fact that I’ve wasted years fighting against the only person who ever really challenged me, who ever really mattered.”

The silence that followed was unbearable, heavy with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. You wanted to tell him that you felt the same, that you had spent years burying your feelings because it was easier than dealing with the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate you.

But before you could speak, Theo turned away, his voice hollow. “Let’s just get back to work.”

And with that, the moment was gone, the chance for anything more slipping through your fingers like sand. You watched him retreat into the safety of his desk, the familiar walls of professionalism rising up between you once again.

As you sat down to work, the ache in your chest only grew, a reminder of all the things left unsaid and all the years wasted on a rivalry that had been nothing more than a mask for something far more complicated.

You both continued to work together, but the air between you was different now—thicker, tinged with the unspoken regret and the weight of all the missed opportunities. And as much as you tried to focus on your work, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had lost something precious, something that might never be found again.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the tension between you only grew, you found yourself wondering if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late after all. Maybe there was still a chance to turn things around, to let go of the past and build something new—something real.

The only question was whether Theo was willing to take that chance with you, or if you were destined to remain enemies.

[rosesareredrosa]

Hi boo I just found your profile and i love your stories 💚💚 since i saw you mentioned not knowing what to write, can i request a post-hogwarts enemies to lovers with theo? If it’s maybe can be ravenclaw!reader and they used to buttheads all the time during school but now have to work tgt. Thank u in advance if you end up writing this!

Hiyaaa love, tysmm ofcc I love a good enemies to loves <333

Here it is

[rosesareredrosa]

Shields of the Heart

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask thank you anon <33

w/c: 1.2k

The chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts raged around you, the once-familiar corridors now echoing with the sounds of battle—shouts, screams, and the crackle of spellfire. Your heart raced as you sprinted through the castle, searching desperately for your friends, praying that they were safe.

You rounded a corner, skidding to a stop as your breath caught in your throat. There, standing amidst the dust and debris, was Theo Nott. His sharp features were drawn with worry, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on you.

"Y/N!" he breathed out, his voice a mixture of relief and fear.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the shadows of a nearby alcove. His grip was firm, protective, as he scanned the corridor for any signs of danger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. "You should be with the others, somewhere safe."

"I couldn’t just leave," you whispered, trying to steady your breathing. "I had to make sure you were okay."

Theo's expression softened, but there was still a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Y/N, this isn’t your fight. You shouldn’t be risking your life like this."

"But it is my fight, Theo," you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Everything I care about is at stake here. I won’t stand by and do nothing."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination. "Then stay with me. I’ll protect you."

You looked up at him, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. In that moment, with the castle crumbling around you and danger lurking at every corner, you realized just how much Theo meant to you. He wasn’t just a friend or an ally; he was someone you couldn’t bear to lose.

"Together then," you said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

Theo nodded, his grip on your hand tightening as he pulled you closer. "Together," he echoed, a promise in his voice.

The two of you moved as one, navigating the chaos of the battle with your wands at the ready. Theo was constantly at your side, his protective nature evident in every move he made. He deflected curses that came too close, his focus unwavering as he ensured your safety.

Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed through the corridor. "There they are!"

Before you could react, a jet of green light shot toward you, but Theo was faster. He yanked you out of the way, both of you tumbling to the ground as the curse missed you by inches. You gasped, your heart pounding in your chest as you scrambled to your feet, Theo pulling you behind him.

A Death Eater stepped out of the shadows, a cruel smile twisting his lips. His wand was raised, his eyes gleaming with malice as he advanced toward you. "You think you can protect her, Nott?" he sneered. "You should have picked a better side."

Theo’s jaw clenched, his body tense as he positioned himself between you and the Death Eater. "You won’t touch her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The Death Eater let out a harsh laugh. "Brave words for a traitor," he spat. Without warning, he flicked his wand, sending a barrage of curses your way.

Theo reacted instantly, raising his own wand to cast a powerful Shield Charm that absorbed the brunt of the attack. But the force of it still sent you both staggering backward. Theo’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as he shot a glance over his shoulder.

"Y/N, stay behind me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to steady your breathing. But the Death Eater was relentless, his attacks growing more vicious with each passing second. You watched as Theo fought with everything he had, his focus entirely on keeping you safe.

Then, in a moment of desperation, the Death Eater fired a particularly deadly curse, one that even Theo’s Shield Charm couldn’t fully deflect. The force of it sent you both crashing to the ground, your back slamming against the cold stone floor.

Pain shot through your body, but before you could even register it, Theo was there, pulling you into his arms and shielding you with his body. "Theo!" you gasped, panic rising in your chest as you saw the determination in his eyes.

"I won’t let anything happen to you," he whispered fiercely, his voice trembling with emotion. He pushed himself to his feet, pulling you up with him as he faced the Death Eater once more.

With a snarl, the Death Eater raised his wand to strike again, but this time, Theo was ready. His movements were swift, almost a blur as he cast a stunning spell that caught the Death Eater off guard, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

For a moment, there was silence, the Death Eater lying unconscious on the floor. Theo’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he turned to you, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, filled with worry.

You nodded, still shaken but grateful beyond words. "Thanks to you," you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached out to touch his arm.

Theo exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing slightly as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his head resting against yours as he closed his eyes. "I’m not letting you out of my sight," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Not for a second."

You held onto him, your heart swelling with a mixture of relief and something deeper, something that had been growing between you for a long time. In the midst of the battle, with danger all around, Theo had been your shield, your protector. And you knew that no matter what happened next, you would face it together.

After a moment, Theo pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. "We need to keep moving," he said, his voice steadier now, though his gaze was still intense. "There could be more of them."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I’m ready."

As the two of you turned to leave, you caught sight of a figure moving in the shadows behind Theo. Your heart leapt into your throat as you realized another Death Eater was aiming directly at him.

“No!” you shouted, pushing Theo out of the way just as a curse shot toward him. You quickly raised your wand, blocking the curse with a hastily cast Shield Charm. The Death Eater snarled, clearly angered by your intervention, and launched another spell at you.

This time, you were ready. With a flick of your wand, you deflected the curse back at him, sending him stumbling back. In that moment, Theo was on his feet again, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and admiration as he joined you in the fight. Together, you disarmed the Death Eater, forcing him to retreat.

Breathing heavily, you turned to Theo, who was staring at you with an intense, almost unreadable expression. “You saved me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you either,” you replied softly, stepping closer to him.

Theo’s hand found yours, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his grip strong and reassuring. “We’re in this together,” he murmured against your hair, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “No matter what.”

You nodded against his chest, feeling the strength of his resolve and knowing it matched your own.

[rosesareredrosa]

Hello! I really love your work 😍 you mentioned about sending requests in so I wondered if you could possibly write something about Theo and reader during the battle of Hogwarts and him trying to protect the reader? I hope this makes sense im sorry English isn’t my first language!

Hiii anon, thank you <33 dw it makes sense ofc here it is <33 Hope you like it