#theodorenmyth

[theodorenmyth]

This is just a random thought. But imagine accidentally getting burnt by Mattheo or Theo’s cigarette😭🤚🏾

IMAGINES of Mattheo and Theodore accidentally burning their cigarette on you.

Mattheo Riddle ;

You were lounging in the Slytherin common room, nestled comfortably against the arm of the plush green couch. Mattheo Riddle sat next to you, his cigarette perched precariously between his fingers as he gestured animatedly while talking to Blaise and Pansy.

"...and then I told him he was full of sh—"

"FUCK!" You yelped, suddenly jerking away from the couch as a sharp, burning sensation erupted on your arm. You looked down to see a small, angry red mark where Mattheo's cigarette had brushed against your skin.

"Oh shit!" Mattheo exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what had happened. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!"

"You bloody idiot!" you spat, cradling your arm and glaring at him. "Watch where you're swinging that thing!"

Blaise snickered, shaking his head. "Mattheo, you absolute moron. You know you're a hazard, right?"

"Shut up, Blaise," Mattheo shot back, looking genuinely contrite as he scooted closer to you. "Here, let me see," he said, reaching for your arm.

You pulled away, still fuming. "You've done enough, thanks."

Pansy, ever the voice of reason, rolled her eyes and pulled out a small jar of cooling cream. "Hold still, you two. This will help," she said, gently applying the cream to the burn on your arm. "Better?" she asked, looking at you with a small smile.

You sighed, the pain fading. "Yeah, thanks, Pans."

Mattheo was still hovering nearby, looking like a kicked puppy. "Seriously, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Just be more careful next time," you grumbled, but your tone softened a bit. "And maybe keep your wild gestures to a minimum."

"Got it," he nodded fervently. "No more dramatic storytelling with cigarettes in hand."

"Good," you muttered, finally sitting back down. "Because if you burn me again, I'm setting your bed on fire."

Blaise laughed outright at that, and even Pansy snorted. Mattheo just shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Fair enough."

Theodore Nott ;

It was a rare, quiet evening in the Slytherin common room. You and Theo were cuddling in front of the fireplace, enjoying the peace. You were sitting on his lap, your boyfriend's arm wrapped around your shoulder. Theo, always the epitome of calm, was holding a cigarette between his fingers as he gently traced patterns on your back with his other hand.

You were dozing off, the warmth of the fire and Theo's touch lulling you into a relaxed state, when suddenly—

"SHIT!" you screamed, jerking away as a burning pain shot through your knee. Theo's cigarette had slipped from his fingers and landed right on your exposed skin, where your shorts ended.

"What happened?!" Theo exclaimed, dropping his cigarette entirely as he scrambled to help you.

"Your cigarette," you managed through gritted teeth, clutching your knee and looking up at him.

Theo's normally serene expression was one of pure panic. "I'm so sorry! I didn't—shit, here, let me—" He fumbled for his wand, nearly dropping it in his haste.

"It's okay, Teds," you said softly, trying to calm him down despite the pain. "Just...be careful."

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, finally managing to cast a cooling charm on your knee. "There, how's that?"

The pain subsided, and you relaxed slightly, giving him a small smile. "It's better, thanks."

"I didn't mean to," he said, looking genuinely distressed. "It must have slipped. I'm really, really sorry."

You sighed, the initial shock giving way to a gentler tone. "It's alright. Just next time, make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"

"Absolutely," Theo nodded vigorously. "I promise, no more rogue cigarettes."

Theo, looking at you with concern, asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'll live," you replied, rubbing your knee. "Just keep your cigarettes in check, alright?"

"Deal," Theo said, a small smile breaking through his worried expression. "I love you."

"Love you more," you muttered, finally settling back into his lap.

[kinascum]

BITS. - M.STURNIOLO (harry potter AU)

summary: As night descended upon the Hogwarts grounds, the students retreated to their dormitories. However, as a prefect, you noticed a student missing from the dungeons.

Warnings: listen english is not my first language im sorry, angst, sad matt, regulus black coded matt, prefect!reader, slytherin!matt.

A/N: Hey! this is pt1 of my 1K CELEBRATION! find the celebration masterlist here (coming soon)! enjoy!!

As darkness fell, enveloping the Hogwarts castle, all of the students retired to their dormitories, preparing for a restful night's sleep. However, as a diligent prefect of Slytherin House, you couldn't help but notice that Matt Sturniolo was conspicuously absent from the Slytherin Common Room. Despite the stringent rules prohibiting students from wandering the halls at night, your concern for Matt propelled you to search for him.

Quietly making your way through the dimly lit corridors, you cautiously avoid the watchful gaze of the janitor and the ever-wandering eyes of the teachers. After what seems like an eternity, you catch sight of a mysterious figure in the main courtyard. And there he is, standing alone amidst the cold night, his face powdered with a delicate layer of snow. His demeanor exudes an aura of hostility and distance, not at all striking as this was his usual self. As you cautiously approach him, attempting to engage in conversation, Matt remains silent, his thoughts veiled in the mystique of the silent winter night.

You try several times to bring him out of his melancholic trance, but it seems like no matter how hard you try, Matt won't speak. Frustrated by his seemingly stubborn silence, you approach him and grab his shoulder, turning him back. You gasp, not having expected the tears running through his eyes.

"Matt...?" you question, concern bubbling in your own eyes as Matt' sobs intensify.

"Get away from me!" he yells tearfully, his voice quivering with fear and vulnerability. You instinctively reach out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he recoils, his eyes filled with hostility as if they were shooting needles into your skin.

Matt had never been the type to open up, yet you can't bear to see him suffer alone. Not when you know that his loneliness is eating away at him, causing him to doubt himself and question his sanity. How could someone as thoughtful and kindhearted (even if he didn't show it much) as Matt go through such anguish? It doesn't make sense.

In one swift motion, you pull the boy into a tight embrace, offering him the only comfort that you can give him in this time of need. He fights against your warmth. Sighs of denial fly out onto your shoulder as he cries. He rejects the embrace as he is used to doing, but you know he needs this more than his pride.

Eventually, he starts desperately clutching your clothes, struggling to stifle his cries, burying his head in your chest. You gently caress his back, trying to offer some semblance of comfort, yet his shaking is unbearable. All too soon, he pushes you away, looking into your eyes with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this!?" His uncontrollable sobs cause him to struggle for breath, and as he exhales, large white clouds of condensation form over his face.

Your heart breaks at the anguish radiating from him, as well as the frustration seeping out of every pore of his body. It feels like an entire ocean lies between you two, and the mere sight of it makes you feel so helpless. And then it hits you.

The first thought that comes to mind as you stare into Matt's wide blue eyes: You have to be there for him. If not for yourself, then for the sake of everyone who loves and cares about him. You want to ease the pain that his despair brings him, whether he wants it or not. Matt Sturniolo deserves to be happy, even if he's unable to accept it at the moment.

"I'm doing this because I care," you say between gasps for air, your heart pounding as you desperately search for the right words to convey your understanding.

Even though you barely know this boy, you can sense the weight he carries and how he longs for moments of peace and support. You take tentative steps toward him. You stop in front of him, your heart still pounding, feeling like you had ripped it out just to hand it to him.

As you stand there in the courtyard facing Matt, the cold night air seems to envelope you, creating an almost tangible barrier between your emotions. But the urgency to reach out to him and provide some comfort is overwhelming. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and pain in his eyes, as if he can't fathom why anyone would care about his turmoil.

"I want to be there for you," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper, your own emotions threatening to spill over. "You don't have to go through this alone." Matt gazes at you, his expression a tumultuous blend of vulnerability and defiance.

It's evident that he's battling his inner turmoil, struggling with the idea of letting someone in. For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence seems to echo the heaviness of the situation, mirroring the weight of Matt's pain. At that moment, you feel a profound determination to break through the walls he had built around himself, to let him know that he isn't alone in this.

"I don't know if I can," Matt finally murmurs, his voice laden with uncertainty. He takes a hesitant breath, his gaze flickering between you and the ground. You wait, giving him the space and time he needs to process his emotions.

Before you can say anything, you hear footsteps approaching. Professor McGonagall's dark eyes pierce through the darkness. "What is the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice commanding and tinged with disapproval.

Matt steps back, his moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had come. "Nothing, Professor. I was just... I was just leaving," he stammers, avoiding your gaze as he brushes past you and heads back toward the Slytherin Common Room.

But before he could, McGonagall stops him dead in his tracks, "No, you werent, actually." She said, the boy stood confused before she continued speaking. "It is far past curfew, children, follow me."

Both you and Matt followed her out of the school, grumbling under your breaths. McGonagall turned and cast a stern look at you both, her eyes daring them to talk back. You quickly obeyed, knowing that McGonagall would not tolerate any disobedience.

Upon arrival at Hagrid's hut, he's already waiting outside, Fang by his side "Well, kids, you'll help me here tonight then," Hagrid said, his heavy accent dripping on his voice as he handed Regulus a heavy light, and an axe to you.

"What is this?" you ask, confused as to why he would hand a heavy axe to a child. "Oh. Right..." he turns around to face you both, "We are cutting down some trees these nasty little creatures have been eating at." The rest of his sentence was drowned out by your thoughts as you walked with him.

The weight of his pain lingers in the cold night air, and you can't help but wonder if you'll ever be able to break through to him. With a heavy heart, you make your way into the forbidden forest, knowing that despite your best intentions, some battles are fought alone.

A/N²: not my best work, but let me know if yall want a pt2, kisses!

[deadghosy]

Slytherin boys with a curly haired s/o or friend

Inspired by: @theodorenmyth of their curly haired male x mattheo

A/N: poc friendly, modern au kinda

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

He’s the type to not just touch your hair as he will only admire it from afar

He’s probably the one that buys the products you need if you ask him to.

He would see you walk in a bonnet and he will raise a brow at that. But mostly he thinks it’s cute you wear that to prevent damage on your hair.

The type of gentleman to pay for your hair to get done🤭🤭💕

Mattheo Riddle

this boy has curly hair…so it’s giving a curly hair duo.

If you’re muggle born and brought in your hair products, he’s testing them out on his own hair. You start to lecture him on how to use them correctly.

OML WHEN THIS MAN SEEN YOU IN YOUR BONNET…he wanted one as well for his curls…he definitely sleeps wild. Don’t judge🙁

You get him one of course, so now when it’s a movie night. You two are in your bonnets relaxing

Draco Malfoy

He judges your hair products because you have a lot…when this mf had a slick back when he was little so he can’t talk.

So after you threw shade back….he brought the high quality stuff for you.

“Draco…hun, I don’t need all of this.”

“Too bad luv, you and your hair needs this.”

Maybe you should’ve just left his own hair alone

Theodore Nott

NO CAUSE I FEEL LIKE HE USES STUFF ON HIS OWN HAIR!! HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR??!

You two used different products for your own hairs

But when it’s a relaxing night, he helps uses your products on your hair as you do the same for him.

Spending time with each other always makes you two happy

Lorenzo Berkshire

Buys you a lot of hair products!

He loves your curly hair and asks permission to style it💗

If you ask him to help straighten your hair, he frowns a little but does it anyway

He loves how you rock your curls

Maybe he will buy those muggle things called “bonnets.”

Definitely a curly hair supporter

[sunkissedscribbles]

Slytherin Boys Recs - July

* contains adult content. MDNI/NSFW

Mattheo Riddle

Bewitched by @slasherbvnnie

In The Shadows by @multifandom-worlds

The Stupid Closet* series by @mattyriddlegf

drop the attitude or ill make it drip out of you by @cindyss

mirrorball moon by @iris-qt

5 days to forever by @iris-qt

Just A Papercut by @minhosbxtch

HEART ON MY SLEEVE by @theostrophywife

Fireworks by @mattyriddlesbitch

Lorenzo Berkshire

Gossip Talk by @minhosbxtch

SWEET TOOTH by @theostrophywife

heart-shaped sunglasses by @finalgirllx

Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott misunderstood Y/N's words by @inksoakedparchment

Eating habits* by @inksoakedparchment

now i'm all about you by @lizthewriter

Just A Chance by @minhosbxtch

Hurtful Habits by @theodorenmyth

Don't Even Think About It by @minhosbxtch

too close to the stars by @iris-qt

[nottyoursbutmine]

harry potter 7

I’ve had this list ready since before I started writing so I said fuck it I’ll just post it — this is will probably be my last recs post so enjoy and pls support my writing thanks

fav 🐈‍⬛

masterlists

fred weasley masterlist @onlyfreds

tom riddle

call it what you want @pasukiyo 🐈‍⬛

Heart Unfrozen @theodorenmyth

theodore nott

sweet dreams @amongemeraldclouds

Flames on Thin Ice @sectumsempraaa

Out Of It @distantdarlings

hot and cold @wilted-society 🐈‍⬛

sirius black

Misunderstandings @xxxanteaterxxx

mattheo riddle

Sleeping after an argument @vipwinnie 🐈‍⬛

The Argument @storiesfromafan

fred weasley

Mine @lumosandnoxwriting

train ride @lovie-bugzz

[riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat]

HYPOCRITE🫵🫵🗣️🗣️🗣️

ugh istg hate it when hypocrites rag on you for sleeping so little and then tell you they sleep 3-4 hours on average

*cough cough @theodorenmyth cough cough*

[theorchives]

Me when my Tumblr account got terminated (theodorenmyth) and all my hardwork went to the garbage and now I have to start all over again. Like dawg wtf did I do to get banned for not reason

Tumblr sucks ass bro tf 😭

[theodorenmyth]

Reader being a short Slytherin student who’s friends with Theodore and mattheo. Like sometimes those two would pick reader up when they can’t get something. It’s just a bunch of shenanigans when reader is angry cause when they’re angry, it’s hell. Literally reader had one time jumped across the table to fight someone. Mattheo was amused, Theodore…he was shook

-🤬

Angry Squeaks

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x GN!Reader x Mattheo Riddle

Summary ; Being the shortest Slytherin in your year comes with its challenges, but with Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle by your side, you always manage. When Cormac McLaggen insults you one too many times, you snap, leading to chaos in the Great Hall. As tempers flare and fists fly, Theo and Mattheo step in to keep you from going too far. Through detention and shenanigans, your friendship proves unbreakable, even in the face of trouble.

A/N ; I LOVE SHORT!READER 😭😭😭😭😭 ENJOY BABE

Warnings) ; none

Word count ; 800

The castle's shadows stretched long in the late afternoon sun, casting an eerie glow across the Slytherin common room. You were hunched over your Potions textbook, the latest essay due by morning. Theodore Nott lounged beside you, absently twirling his wand between his fingers, while Mattheo Riddle, sprawled on the couch, skimmed through a book on dark magic.

Your brow furrowed as you reached for a book on a higher shelf, only to find it just out of your grasp. Huffing, you turned to your friends. “Theo, can you hand me that book?”

Theo glanced up, smirking. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” you grumbled.

“Good,” he replied with a grin, before rising to pluck the book off the shelf and holding it just out of your reach. “Come on, give it a try.”

“Give what a try?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

“Jump for it,” Theo said, his smile widening.

You scowled. “Are you fucking insane? I am not jumping for it. Give it to me.”

Before you could protest further, Mattheo walked over, scooped you up effortlessly, and held you aloft. “There, now you can reach it,” he said with a chuckle.

You grabbed the book and slapped Mattheo's shoulder lightly. “Put me down, you oaf!”

Mattheo complied, setting you back on the floor gently. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said, ruffling your hair.

“Sometimes I hate you both,” you muttered, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your true feelings.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The next day, breakfast in the Great Hall was bustling with students, the usual chatter and laughter filling the air. You were sitting with Theo and Mattheo, enjoying a quiet moment, when you heard a familiar and unwelcome voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t the Slytherin dwarf,” Cormac McLaggen sneered, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

Your blood boiled instantly. You gripped your fork tightly, trying to maintain your composure. Theo noticed and placed a calming hand on your shoulder. “Ignore him,” he murmured.

But ignoring wasn’t an option. Not today.

You stood up, spinning around to face McLaggen. “What did you just call me?”

McLaggen’s smirk grew wider. “You heard me. Didn’t know they let house elves sit with the students.”

Without a second thought, you launched yourself across the table, sending plates and goblets flying. You tackled McLaggen, fists flying, landing a few solid punches before anyone could react.

“Bloody hell!” Mattheo shouted, rushing to pull you off McLaggen, who was now sporting a bloody nose and a look of utter shock.

Theo stood frozen, eyes wide. “What the hell just happened?”

You struggled against Mattheo’s hold, still fuming. “He called me a dwarf!”

Mattheo held you firmly, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. “And you decided to show him how wrong he was by… what, breaking his face?”

“Let me go!” you growled, still seething.

“Not until you calm down,” Mattheo said firmly, finally setting you down but keeping a protective arm around you.

Professor McGonagall was approaching, her expression a mix of disapproval and concern. “What is the meaning of this?!”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. “He insulted me,” you said through gritted teeth.

McGonagall’s stern gaze shifted to McLaggen, who was being helped up by his friends. “Mr. McLaggen, you will come with me. As for you,” she turned to you, “Detention, tonight. And consider this a warning. Physical altercations are not acceptable.”

You nodded, still trembling with anger. “Yes, Professor.”

As McGonagall led McLaggen away, Theo finally found his voice. “That was… intense.”

Mattheo released you, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You shrugged, still glaring in the direction McLaggen had been taken. “He had it coming.”

The rest of the day was a blur of whispered conversations and sideways glances, but you didn’t care. As the sun set, you made your way to detention, only to find Mattheo and Theo waiting outside the classroom.

“What are you two doing here?” you asked, surprised.

“Thought we’d keep you company,” Theo said with a shrug. “Detention’s no fun alone.”

Mattheo grinned. “Besides, we couldn’t let you have all the fun, could we?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, guys.”

The three of you spent the evening cleaning cauldrons and scrubbing floors, but the company made it bearable. Theo’s jokes and Mattheo’s sarcastic comments kept you laughing, and by the end of detention, your anger had dissipated entirely.

As you walked back to the Slytherin common room, you felt a wave of gratitude for your friends. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but they always had your back.

“Next time,” Theo said, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “let us handle the insults, okay? No need to go all berserk on them.”

You chuckled. “Deal. But only if you promise to keep me from getting into more trouble.”

Mattheo smirked. “No promises. Trouble seems to follow you wherever you go.”

“Or maybe I’m the one following it,” you replied with a grin.

“Either way,” Theo said, “we’ll be there with you.”

“Always,” Mattheo added.

With friends like these, you knew you could handle anything—even the taunts of a certain Gryffindor.

[theodorenmyth]

Hii can I request Theo, Enzo and Mattheo with a male reader. Like they know reader is gay but him (reader) is denying it so they keep teasing him, like Theo making reader touch his biceps, Enzo touching reader face, Mattheo going in just a towel in their room, and more things like that

Teasing game

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!reader x Lorenzo Berkshire x Mattheo Riddle

Summary ; Despite your adamant denial of your feelings, Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo are relentless in their teasing. Theo makes you touch his biceps, Enzo finds every excuse to touch your face, and Mattheo parades around half-naked. Stubbornly resisting, you continue to give them the middle finger and roll your eyes—until Mattheo's bold kiss changes everything, leaving you questioning your resolve and finally ready to admit the truth.

A/N : literally love this request so much 😻😻😻 enjoy!!

Warnings); none

Word Count ; 1k+

You’d think they’d give it a rest by now. You’ve been nothing but clear with Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo about where you stand. But they just won’t let it go. The three of them have been relentless in their teasing, each with their own methods, trying to break down your stubborn denial.

You’re in the common room, attempting to read a book while eating a chocolate chip cookie, when Theo plops down beside you. Without preamble, he pulls up his sleeve and flexes, showcasing his impressive biceps. “Hey, feel this,” he commands, pushing his arm in your direction.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, deadpan. “No thanks, Theo.”

“Oh, come on,” he insists, grabbing your hand and placing it on his arm. His bicep tenses under your fingers. “Impressive, right?”

You roll your eyes, yanking your hand away. “Wow, amazing. Can you leave me alone now?”

Theo laughs, clearly not deterred. “You know you like it.”

You give him the middle finger without even looking up from your book. “Go away, Theo."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

A days later, Lorenzo saunters in the common room, spotting you immediately. He sits on the arm of your chair, leaning down to your level. “Hey, gorgeous,” he purrs, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb strokes your skin, and you resist the urge to flinch. “How’s my favorite guy?”

“Busy,” you mutter, trying to concentrate on your book. “So, if you could…”

Lorenzo’s fingers trace your jawline, his touch light and teasing. “You’ve got such a handsome face,” he murmurs. “It’s a shame you hide it behind that book.”

You snap the book shut, glaring up at him. “Enzo, do you mind?”

He grins, clearly enjoying your irritation. “Not at all. In fact, I think I’ll stay right here.”

You groan, pushing his hand away and burying your face in your book again. “Why do I even bother?”

As if on cue, Mattheo strolls in, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He stops in the doorway, smirking when he sees you. “Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were here.”

You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. Mattheo’s broad chest, his abs, the tantalizing trail of hair leading below the towel—all of it is on full display. “Do you fuckin' mind?” you sputter, your cheeks heating up.

He grins, sauntering closer. “What? A guy can’t walk around in a towel in his own room?”

You scowl, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. “Put some clothes on.”

“Why?” he asks, stopping right in front of you. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, flipping him off. “You’re insufferable.”

“Am I?” he asks, leaning in closer. The proximity is unbearable, his breath warm against your face. “Or are you just denying how you really feel?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Get out of my face, Riddle.”

Mattheo chuckles, finally stepping back. “Whatever you say.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The days continue like this, each of them finding new ways to tease you, to get under your skin. Theo keeps flaunting his muscles, Enzo finds every excuse to touch you, and Mattheo parades around half-naked more often than not. Each time, you respond with glares, middle fingers, and rolled eyes. You refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing you crack.

But one day, it all changes.

You’re sitting in your room, enjoying a moment of peace with a book in one hand and a slice of mango on a fork in the other, when the door bursts open. It’s Theo, of course, with Enzo and Mattheo right behind him.

“For the love of— what the actual fuck do you lots want?” you demand, exasperated.

They don’t answer immediately. Instead, they close in on you, a determined look in their eyes. Theo is the first to speak. “We’re tired of this game, you know.”

“What game?” you snap, even though you know exactly what he means.

“This,” Enzo says, gesturing between you and the three of them. “You pretending you’re not into us. We know you are.”

You scoff, taking a bite of the mango, munching on it before swallowing. “You guys are delusional.”

“Are we?” Mattheo steps closer, his gaze intense. “Or are you just scared to admit it?”

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can say anything, Theo grabs your hand again, pressing it to his chest. “Feel that?” he asks softly. “That’s for you.”

You yank your hand away, your heart pounding. “Piss off.”

Enzo leans in, his face inches from yours. “Just admit it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “You want us.”

Your breath hitches, and you shake your head, refusing to give in. “No, I don’t.”

Mattheo is the last to move. He steps right up to you, his hand cupping your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stop lying to yourself,” he whispers before his lips capture yours in a fierce, demanding kiss.

For a moment, you’re too stunned to react. Your mind goes blank, and all you can feel is the heat of Mattheo’s lips, the softness of his touch. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the mango. He deepens the kiss, and you can’t help but respond, a soft moan escaping before you can stop it.

Then, reality crashes back in, and you pull away, your eyes wide.

“What the—” you stammer, your brain struggling to process what just happened.

Theo and Enzo are watching you, their expressions a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Mattheo is still close, his hand lingering on your cheek. “See?” he says softly. “Not so bad, is it?”

You sit there, stunned into silence, before the anger surges up. Grabbing a pillow, you hurl it at Mattheo’s head. “You asshole!” you shout, your face burning.

He dodges it easily, laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You glare at them, but there’s no real heat behind it. Deep down, you know they’re right. And maybe, just maybe, you’re finally ready to admit it.

Breaking the silence, Theo suddenly says, "I wanna taste Y/N's lips too." After a few seconds of silence, he felt a pillow hit his face harshly.

[theodorenmyth]

IMAGINES of the Slytherin boys walking in on you wearing a skirt.

Heads-up); slight nsfw, m!reader in a skirt, kissing, possession, possessive, teasing, sassy!reader, bold!reader

For my femboys out there 🫰🫰

Theodore Nott ;

The door creaks open, and you freeze mid-spin, the soft fabric of the skirt swaying around your knees. Theodore's tall figure fills the doorway, his blue-gray eyes widening slightly in surprise. He blinks, once, twice, before a slow smirk pulls at his lips.

"I didn't know you had this side to you," he murmurs, stepping further into the room. His gaze travels appreciatively over your form, the smirk growing when he sees the blush creeping up your neck.

You clear your throat, trying to gather some semblance of composure. "It’s, um… just something I was trying out."

Theodore steps closer, his fingers trailing along the hem of the skirt. "You should try it out more often," he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand moves to rest on your hip, and you feel his breath warm against your ear. "You look… irresistible."

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe I will," you reply, your voice coming out more confident than you expected. "Maybe next time, I'll wear something even shorter."

Theodore's eyes darken at your words, and he tilts your chin up, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against your lips. "You better keep that promise," he whispers against your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist, making it clear that he's already planning on holding you to it.

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Mattheo Riddle ;

You hear the door click open and spin around, only to see Mattheo standing there, eyebrows raised in shock. The cigarette that was dangling from his lips nearly falls out, and his eyes rake over your figure, taking in the sight of you in the skirt.

"Well, fuck me," Mattheo finally says, a grin spreading across his face. "Is that my shirt with that skirt?"

You glance down at the oversized shirt, nodding slowly. "I thought it looked better than what I had," you say, trying to ignore the heat flooding your cheeks.

Mattheo closes the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands immediately going to your waist. "You know, I didn’t think it was possible for you to get hotter, but here we are."

You meet his gaze, your confidence growing under his hungry stare. "You like it, huh?" you tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. "Because I could wear it more often, just for you."

Mattheo groans, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you flush against him. "You better," he growls, before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. The kiss is rough and demanding, and when he finally pulls back, you can see the fire in his eyes. "Next time, maybe I'll take the skirt off you myself."

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Lorenzo Berkshire ;

The door swings open, and you nearly jump out of your skin, turning to see Lorenzo standing there, his mouth slightly agape. His usually calm demeanor falters as he takes in the sight of you in the skirt, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Wow," he breathes out, stepping into the room, his gaze fixed on you. "You look… absolutely stunning."

You shift slightly, the skirt brushing against your legs, and offer him a shy smile. "I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me like this," you admit, but there's a hint of teasing in your voice as you add, "But I’m glad you did."

Lorenzo's eyes soften, and he moves closer, his hands gently cupping your face. "I’m more than glad," he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. "You’re beautiful, you know that?"

You blush at his words but feel a surge of boldness, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Maybe I’ll wear it more often," you whisper against his lips, "if you’re this nice to me when I do."

Lorenzo smiles against your mouth, his hands slipping down to rest on your hips. "If you do, I might have to keep you all to myself," he replies, his tone laced with playful possessiveness. The way his fingers tighten on your waist tells you he’s very serious about that.

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Draco Malfoy ;

The door swings open, and you whip around to find Draco standing there, his pale eyes widening in surprise. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze traveling slowly over your figure. The shock quickly gives way to a wicked grin.

"What’s this?" Draco asks, his voice filled with amusement and intrigue. "Were you planning on keeping this little secret from me?"

You swallow, trying to suppress the nervousness rising in your chest. "It’s just something I was trying out," you say, attempting to sound nonchalant. But you can’t ignore the way his eyes darken as he steps closer, the smirk never leaving his face.

Draco's fingers brush against the fabric of the skirt, his touch light and teasing. "You should have told me sooner," he murmurs, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. "I would have loved to see this side of you earlier."

You feel a surge of boldness, stepping closer so that your body presses against his. "Well, you're seeing it now," you reply, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you like it?"

Draco’s smirk widens, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer. "Oh, I more than like it," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "In fact, I think you should wear this for me more often."

You shiver at his words, and he captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. When he pulls back, his eyes are filled with a hunger that promises he’s far from done with you.

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Tom Riddle ;

The door creaks open, and your head snaps up to see Tom standing in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as they take in your appearance. For a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"Well, isn’t this unexpected," Tom finally says, his voice smooth and controlled, though there’s an unmistakable edge to it. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

You swallow, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. "I didn’t think anyone would see me like this," you admit, though you keep your tone calm and steady. "But I’m not exactly sorry you did."

Tom’s lips curl into a small, approving smile as he approaches you. "I have to say, I didn’t expect this from you," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I’m not displeased."

You feel a spark of boldness, meeting his gaze head-on. "I could wear it again," you suggest, your voice taking on a teasing tone. "If you want."

Tom’s smile widens slightly, and he reaches out to gently tilt your chin up. "Perhaps," he says, his voice a low purr. "But I think I’d rather see how you look without it first."

Your breath hitches at his words, and before you can respond, he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both commanding and demanding. It’s clear that Tom has no intention of letting you leave this room until he’s thoroughly explored this new side of you.

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Blaise Zabini ;

You hear the door open behind you and turn around, only to see Blaise standing there, his usual cool expression replaced with one of surprise. His dark eyes widen slightly as they take in the sight of you in the skirt, and for a moment, he just stares, speechless.

"Well, well," Blaise finally says, his voice low and smooth. "This is… unexpected."

You shift slightly, feeling the fabric of the skirt brush against your legs, and offer him a small, confident smile. "Is it a good kind of unexpected?"

Blaise’s lips curl into a slow, lazy grin as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Very good," he replies, his voice filled with appreciation. He moves closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he studies you with a heated gaze. "You look absolutely stunning."

You feel a surge of boldness under his intense stare, your smile widening. "I’m glad you think so," you say, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Because I was thinking of making this a regular thing."

Blaise’s grip on your hips tightens slightly as he pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. "If you do," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "I might have to keep you all to myself."

You smile against his lips as he kisses you, his hands exploring your body with a possessive touch that leaves no doubt about how much he approves of your new look.

[theodorenmyth]

Mattheo and Enzo sharing a lover who kinda sleeps very deeply to the point mattheo may joke that reader is dead in their sleep. Probably so Enzo is like “don’t say that!” Because it’s an actual thing. So now when ever reader deeply sleep Enzo and mattheo have to check their breathing

Dreams and Reality

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x GN! Reader x Lorenzo Berkshire

Summary : Nestled between Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire, you find comfort in their warmth and presence. However, your deep sleep becomes a point of concern for them, leading to a mix of playful jokes and genuine worry. Mattheo's dark humor and Enzo's protective nature bring light to the love and care they both have for you. Through heartfelt conversations and shared moments, you come to understand the depth of their concern and the strength of your bond. No matter how deeply you sleep, Mattheo and Enzo's unwavering presence ensures your safety and comfort, reminding you that you are cherished and protected in their arms.

A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : nothing

Word count : 1.1k+

The heavy curtains are drawn, allowing only a sliver of moonlight to pierce the darkness of the room. You lie nestled between Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire, their bodies a comforting presence on either side of you. The soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing create a lullaby that almost sends you deeper into your already profound sleep.

Mattheo's hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his fingers occasionally twitching as if to reassure himself of your presence. Lorenzo, or Enzo as you affectionately call him, has an arm draped protectively over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth of their bodies is an anchor in the night, grounding you in this shared space of intimacy.

It's in moments like these that Mattheo's dark humor surfaces, a defense mechanism against the vulnerability he rarely allows himself to show. His voice is a soft murmur in the stillness, "You know, sometimes I think you're dead when you sleep this deeply."

Enzo's head snaps up, eyes wide and glinting with a mix of annoyance and genuine concern. "Don’t say that, Mattheo! It's not funny."

You stir slightly at the sound of their voices but remain blissfully unaware of the conversation happening around you. Mattheo rolls his eyes, though there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Relax, Enzo. I’m just joking. But seriously, they sleep like the dead."

Enzo's grip on you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Jokes like that aren’t funny when it's actually a thing, Mattheo. You know how worried I get."

Mattheo's expression softens, and he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I know. I’m sorry. It's just... they seem so peaceful when they sleep. Like nothing can touch them."

Enzo sighs, his features relaxing a bit. "I get it. But still, I wish you wouldn’t joke about it. We should check their breathing."

You feel a slight shift as Enzo moves, his fingers gently pressing against the pulse point on your neck. He holds his breath, counting the steady beats beneath his fingertips. Satisfied, he relaxes back into the bed, his body curling protectively around yours once more.

"They’re fine," he murmurs, mostly to himself.

Mattheo's hand joins Enzo's, resting lightly on your chest to feel the slow rise and fall of your breathing. "Yeah, they’re fine," he echoes, more for Enzo's reassurance than his own.

In the morning, the sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stretch, feeling the comforting weight of both Mattheo and Enzo beside you. They’re already awake, watching you with a mix of affection and something else you can't quite place.

"Good morning," you say, your voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," they reply in unison, their voices a harmonious blend of relief and warmth.

You notice the way they exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. "What’s up with you two?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Mattheo chuckles, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just making sure you're still with us."

Enzo nudges him with his elbow. "Don’t mind him. He’s just being dramatic."

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Okay, now you have to tell me."

Enzo sighs, his hand finding yours beneath the covers. "It's just... you sleep so deeply sometimes. It worries us."

Mattheo nods, his expression more serious now. "Yeah. We just... want to make sure you're okay."

You feel a warmth spread through you at their concern, your heart swelling with affection for these two men who care so deeply. "I’m fine, really. Just a heavy sleeper."

Enzo's thumb strokes the back of your hand. "We know. But humor us, okay? Let us check every now and then."

You nod, understanding the need behind their request. "Okay. If it makes you feel better."

Mattheo's usual smirk returns, and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "It does."

The day passes in a blur of activities and laughter. The three of you navigate your shared life with ease, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The deep connection you share is evident in the way you move around each other, an unspoken understanding that requires no words.

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Later that evening, the three of you find yourselves sprawled across the couch in the common room. The warmth of the fireplace and the comfort of their presence create a cozy atmosphere. You rest your head on Enzo's lap while Mattheo occupies the other end of the couch, his legs stretched out and resting comfortably over Enzo's.

"So, what’s the plan for tonight?" Mattheo asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Enzo glances down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I was thinking we could watch a movie. Something light, maybe?"

You perk up at the suggestion, your eyes bright with interest. "How about a classic? Something we all love?"

Mattheo grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Stranger Things marathon?"

Enzo chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Sounds perfect."

You snuggle deeper into Enzo's lap as Mattheo grabs the remote and starts the first movie. The familiar music fills the room, and you feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. As the movie plays, you find yourself drifting off again, the combination of their warmth and the comfort of the setting lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

"Are they asleep already?" Mattheo whispers, glancing over at you.

Enzo smiles, his fingers gently stroking your hair. "Yeah. They must be really tired."

Mattheo’s expression softens as he watches you. "You know, I was thinking... maybe we should talk to them about this. Make sure they know how much we care."

Enzo nods thoughtfully. "I think that’s a good idea. We should have an open conversation about it."

As the night wears on, you shift slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Mattheo and Enzo exchange a glance, their silent agreement clear. They care deeply for you, and your well-being is their priority.

When you wake up the next morning, the sun is just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the room. You find yourself in bed again, nestled between Mattheo and Enzo. They’re both awake, their eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern.

"Morning," you say softly, your voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," they reply in unison, their voices warm and reassuring.

You stretch, feeling the comforting weight of their presence. "Did I fall asleep during the movie?"

Enzo chuckles, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "Yeah, you did. We carried you to bed."

You smile, a sense of gratitude filling your heart. "Thank you."

Mattheo’s expression grows serious, and he reaches for your hand. "We need to talk to you about something."

You nod, sensing the importance of the conversation. "Okay."

Enzo takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "We’ve noticed that you sleep very deeply, and it worries us sometimes. We just want to make sure you're okay."

Mattheo squeezes your hand gently. "We care about you so much, and we want to make sure you know that. If there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know."

You feel a wave of emotion wash over you, your heart swelling with love for these two wonderful men. "I appreciate that, really. I’m fine, though. Just a heavy sleeper. But if it helps you both, we can come up with a plan to check in on me."

Enzo smiles, relief evident in his eyes. "That would mean a lot to us."

Mattheo nods, his expression softening. "Thank you. We just want to make sure you're safe."

You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to each of their cheeks. "I know. And I love you both for it."

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The rest of the day is filled with laughter and light-hearted moments, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing hour. As evening approaches, you find yourselves once again curled up in bed, the familiar sense of comfort and security enveloping you.

"Goodnight, love," Mattheo murmurs, his voice a soft caress in the darkness.

"Sleep well," Enzo whispers, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

As you drift off to sleep, their presence is a constant reassurance, a reminder that you are cherished and protected. The last thing you hear before you succumb to the depths of slumber is Mattheo’s voice, soft and teasing, "Don’t sleep too deeply now."

You smile, your heart filled with love and gratitude for these two wonderful men. And as you sleep, you know that no matter how deeply you dream, you’ll always be safe in their arms.

[theodorenmyth]

Y’know how you’re eating and you accidentally bite like your lower lip? Can it be reader who does it a lot but never tells anyone, and so it looks like someone had punched reader but really they had bit their lip and Theodore, their boyfriend is worried cause it does indeed look like someone punched them.

Hope this makes sense!

Hurtful Habits

Pairings : Theodore Nott x GN!reader

Summary : You have an unfortunate habit of accidentally biting your lower lip, often making it look like you've been in a fight. Your boyfriend, Theodore Nott, notices the bruising and becomes increasingly worried, suspecting someone might be hurting you. When he finally confronts you about it, you reveal the truth about your habit. Despite the embarrassment, Theodore's tender care and concern reassure you, deepening your bond. His constant attentiveness and willingness to protect you make you realize just how lucky you are to have someone who loves you so fiercely and unconditionally.

A/n : Thank you for the request! And the fact that I have this habit as well lmfao. Enjoy! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : nothing

Word count : 1k+

You sit at your usual spot in the Slytherin common room, the plush green couch by the fireplace, a book resting on your lap. The flames flicker, casting warm light and deep shadows that dance across the room. It’s peaceful here, a welcome contrast to the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. But your tranquility is interrupted as you accidentally bite your lower lip while absentmindedly chewing on a snack. Pain shoots through the tender flesh, and you wince, feeling a sting as blood wells up.

Sighing, you press a finger to the wound, hoping it doesn’t look too bad. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this; it seems to happen more often than you’d like to admit. You’ve never told anyone about this habit, and it’s left your lips perpetually bruised and swollen, looking far worse than the simple bites they are.

As the day goes on, you barely notice Theodore watching you from across the room. His eyes narrow slightly, worry creasing his brow. When you catch his gaze, he quickly looks away, pretending to be absorbed in his Potions essay. But the concern remains, simmering just below the surface.

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Later that evening, Theodore approaches you, his expression soft but serious. “Hey, can we talk?” he asks, his voice gentle.

You nod, setting your book aside. “Of course, Theo. What’s up?”

He sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. “It’s just… I’ve noticed your lip looks really bad lately. Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?” His hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your lips, his thumb hovering just above the bruised skin.

Your heart skips a beat at his touch, but you shake your head quickly. “No, no one hurt me. It’s nothing, really.”

Theodore’s frown deepens. “It doesn’t look like nothing, love. You can tell me if something’s wrong. You know I’ll protect you.”

A warm feeling spreads through your chest at his words, but you still hesitate. How do you explain such a silly habit without sounding ridiculous? Taking a deep breath, you decide honesty is the best course. “Theo, I… I bite my lip. Like, a lot. Usually by accident. It’s just a bad habit I’ve never been able to shake.”

He looks at you for a moment, processing your words. Then, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You bite your lip?” he repeats, almost in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you say, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I know it sounds stupid, but it happens when I’m eating or sometimes when I’m thinking too hard. I just… bite it.”

Theodore’s smile grows, and he chuckles softly. “Well, that explains it then. I was ready to hex someone into oblivion for hurting you.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “But you should’ve told me. I’ve been worrying myself sick.”

“I’m sorry, Theo. I didn’t realize it looked so bad,” you admit, leaning into his embrace.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just promise me you’ll tell me if it ever happens again. I don’t want to see you hurt, even if it’s by your own doing.”

“I promise,” you say, smiling up at him. “Thank you for caring so much.”

“Always,” he replies, his eyes softening with affection. “Now, let’s see what we can do about that lip of yours.”

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The next few days pass in a blur of classes and homework, but Theodore’s concern never wavers. He’s constantly checking on you, making sure you’re alright and reminding you to be careful. It’s sweet, if not a bit overprotective, but you don’t mind. His attentiveness makes you feel cherished.

One afternoon, you’re sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, chatting about the latest gossip. Draco, Lorenzo and Blaise are deep in discussion about Quidditch tactics, while Pansy and Astoria debate the merits of different potion ingredients. Theodore sits beside you, his hand resting casually on your knee under the table.

You reach for a slice of toast, and as you bite into it, you wince slightly. Theodore’s gaze snaps to you immediately. “Did you bite your lip again?” he asks, his tone a mix of concern and amusement.

You nod sheepishly. “Yeah, just a little. It’s not too bad this time.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m starting to think I should carry a supply of healing salve with me at all times.”

Pansy raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of you. “What’s this about biting lips?” she asks, curiosity piqued.

You groan inwardly, knowing you’ll have to explain the whole thing. “I have a habit of accidentally biting my lip,” you say. “It happens more often than I’d like, and it makes it look like I’ve been in a fight or something.”

Draco smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Well, that’s certainly one way to get attention.”

“Shut it, Draco,” Theodore says, though his tone is light. He turns back to you, his eyes softening. “Do you want me to get you some salve from Madam Pomfrey?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine, really. It’ll heal on its own.”

Blaise chuckles. “You’re lucky to have Theo looking out for you. Most of us wouldn’t have the patience.”

“Hey!” Pansy protests, smacking Blaise on the arm. “I can be patient.”

“Sure you can,” Lorenzo says, grinning. “For about five minutes.”

Astoria laughs, and even Draco joins in, the tension easing as the conversation shifts back to lighter topics. But throughout it all, Theodore’s hand remains on your knee, a comforting presence that makes you feel safe and loved.

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That night, as you lie in bed, you think about how lucky you are to have Theodore. His care and concern might be overwhelming at times, but it’s a testament to how much he loves you. And you love him just as fiercely.

You resolve to be more careful in the future, not just for your own sake but for his peace of mind as well. And if you do slip up and bite your lip again, at least you know Theodore will be there, ready to soothe the pain with a gentle touch and a loving word.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel a deep sense of contentment. No matter what challenges come your way, you know you can face them together, hand in hand.

[theodorenmyth]

Hi I'm new here and I was wondering if you would take a request for Tom Riddle. He just got into a relationship with a very bubbly clingy girl/boy/other. But Tom is very emotionally distant (bc it's Tom). And his partner becomes a shell of what they were because they need affection. And Tom does whatever you think he would do after he realizes.

Heart Unfrozen

Pairings : Tom Riddle x M! Reader

Summary : In the depths of the Hogwarts library, your bright and bubbly nature first crossed paths with the enigmatic and emotionally distant Tom Riddle. Despite his cold demeanor, your affection for Tom blossomed, showering him with thoughtful gifts and constant warmth. However, Tom's inability to reciprocate began to dim your vibrant spirit, leaving you a shadow of your former self. Realizing the depth of his mistake, Tom vows to change, determined to break through his own barriers and show you the love you deserve. As Tom learns to open his heart, your relationship strengthens, proving that even the iciest of hearts can be thawed by the warmth of genuine love.

A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : tom being emotionally distant, angst, fluffy ending tho

Word count : 1.4k+

The first time you met Tom Riddle was in the library. You were searching for a book on magical creatures when you noticed him sitting alone, surrounded by stacks of ancient texts. There was an air of mystery around him that piqued your interest, and before you knew it, you were introducing yourself with your trademark bright smile. Tom barely glanced up, his cold eyes briefly meeting yours, but that didn't deter you. You were determined to break through his icy exterior, sensing something special beneath.

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Your relationship with Tom Riddle started off like a dream. Despite his cold demeanor, you were the happiest boy at Hogwarts, radiating warmth and positivity wherever you went. You adored Tom, and your affection for him knew no bounds. You were always trying to hold his hand, link your arms together, and surprise him with thoughtful gifts. The first gift was a simple keychain shaped like a serpent, which you thought suited him perfectly. Tom accepted it with a tight-lipped smile, but you noticed the way he quickly tucked it away, as if embarrassed.

"Thank you," he said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

Your heart swelled with affection. "You're welcome, Tom! I just thought it would look nice with your things."

He nodded curtly, and you didn't push further. You were used to Tom's reserved nature, believing that in time, he would open up to you.

As the weeks passed, you continued to shower Tom with little presents—a scarf you knitted in Slytherin colors, a sleek ring with a subtle snake design, and a bracelet that matched one you wore yourself. Each time, Tom's reaction was the same: a polite thank you, followed by him stowing the gift away almost immediately. He never wore any of them, and it started to gnaw at you.

"Do you like them?" you asked one day, trying to keep the hopefulness out of your voice.

Tom glanced at you, then at the latest gift, a watch with an elegant green face. "They're... nice," he replied, his tone flat.

"Nice?" you echoed, feeling a pang in your chest. "Do you not like them?"

"It's not that," Tom said, finally meeting your gaze. "I just...I'm not used to this kind of attention."

You forced a smile. "That's okay, Tom. You'll get used to it."

But you weren't so sure anymore.

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Slowly, imperceptibly at first, you began to change. Every time Tom pulled away from your touch or dismissed your gifts, a small part of your brightness dimmed. You started to feel like a burden, questioning your worth. Your friends noticed the change in you, their concern growing as the weeks turned into months.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked Mary, one of your closest friends, during lunch one day. "You seem... different."

"'m fine," you lied, poking at your food. "Just tired, I guess."

"Are you sure? You haven't been yourself lately," another friend, James, chimed in.

You forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow even to your own ears. "Really, I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind."

They exchanged worried glances but didn't press further. You appreciated their concern, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them the truth. How could you explain that the boy you loved was slowly breaking your heart?

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As time went on, your once-bubbly personality faded. You stopped trying to hold Tom's hand, stopped linking your arm with his. You even stopped giving him gifts, the thought of another rejection too painful to bear. You began to distance yourself, your presence in Tom's life becoming a mere shadow of what it once was.

One evening, you sat alone in the common room, staring into the fire. Tom entered and immediately noticed your absence by his side.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" he asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

You shrugged, not looking at him. "Just needed some space."

Tom frowned, walking over to sit beside you. "You've been acting strange lately."

"Have I?" you replied, your voice devoid of emotion.

"Yes," he said, his frustration growing. "You used to be so...vhappy."

"I guess people change," you said quietly, still not meeting his gaze.

Tom was silent for a moment, his mind racing. He had always been uncomfortable with affection, his troubled childhood leaving him wary of emotional connections. But seeing you like this, so unlike your usual self, stirred something in him. He realized he had been pushing you away, and the consequences of his actions were staring him in the face.

"Is it because of me?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable.

You finally looked at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I don't know, Tom. Maybe."

Tom's heart clenched. He had never meant to hurt you, but in his effort to protect himself, he had done just that. Determined to fix things, he reached out and took your hand, holding it tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize how much I was hurting you."

You looked at your joined hands, then up at Tom. For the first time in a long while, you saw genuine emotion in his eyes. "I just wanted to make you happy," you said, your voice breaking.

Tom's grip tightened. "I know. And I do appreciate it. I'm just...not good at showing it."

You gave a small, sad smile. "I noticed."

Tom took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "But I want to change. I want to be better for you. You deserve someone who makes you as happy as you make them."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you blinked them away. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes," Tom said firmly. "I care about you more than I've ever cared about anyone. And I don't want to lose you."

You nodded, hope flickering in your heart. "Okay. But you have to let me in, Tom. You can't keep pushing me away."

"I won't," he promised. "I swear, I won't."

True to his word, Tom began to make an effort. It wasn't easy for him, and there were times when he still struggled with his emotions, but he was determined. He started by wearing the gifts you had given him, the keychain dangling from his bag, the ring on his finger, and the bracelet on his wrist. He even wore the scarf on particularly cold days, and the watch became a staple on his wrist.

He also began initiating physical contact, holding your hand or linking arms with you in public. It was awkward at first, and you could tell he was still getting used to it, but the effort meant the world to you. Slowly, your bright personality began to return, your smiles becoming more genuine, your laughter more frequent.

One afternoon, Tom found you in the courtyard, sitting under a tree with a book. He approached quietly, sitting down beside you.

"What are you reading?" he asked, peering over your shoulder.

You smiled up at him. "Just a novel I found in the library. It's pretty good."

Tom nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "You seem happier."

"I am," you said, closing the book. "Thanks to you."

Tom reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm glad. I don't ever want to see you unhappy again."

You leaned against him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I don't think I will be, as long as I'm with you."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

As the months went by, your relationship grew stronger. Tom still had moments of emotional distance, but they became fewer and farther between. He was learning to let you in, to share his thoughts and feelings with you. And in turn, you felt your old self returning, your love for Tom only growing deeper.

One evening, as you sat together in the common room, Tom turned to you, a serious look on his face.

"I want you to know," he said, his voice steady, "that I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone."

Your heart skipped a beat, a stupid grin spreading across your face. "I love you too, Tom. So much."

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, holding you close. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

"I never could," you whispered, burying your face in his chest. "You're worth it."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. Because Tom Riddle had finally learned to love, and you had been the one to teach him.

[theodorenmyth]

Enzo and mattheo sharing a lover who’s socially awkward

Two Suns, One Moon

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x GN!Reader x Lorenzo Berkshire

Summary ; Being the quiet, socially awkward lover of the ever-energetic Lorenzo Berkshire and the mischievous Mattheo Riddle often leaves you feeling like a shadow beside two suns. But a peaceful afternoon by the Black Lake reminds you that even the moon has a vital role to play in balancing the brightness of their world. What starts as a tranquil moment turns playful when a splash of water ignites a lighthearted battle, bringing the three of you closer together, reminding you that you belong exactly where you are—right between them.

A/N ; literally two orange cats, one black cat, two suns, one moon, two energetics and 1 calm trope. I LOVE THIS

warnings); none

Word count ; 1.7k+

The Hogwarts courtyard was alive with the usual bustle of students, but you found yourself seeking the comfort of the quieter corners. You sat on the edge of a stone bench, the cold seeped through your robes, but it didn’t bother you. It was familiar, grounding, a stark contrast to the overwhelming energy that usually surrounded you.

“Hey, love,” a warm voice called out, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Lorenzo Berkshire approaching with that ever-present smile of his, like sunshine breaking through the clouds.

Beside him, Mattheo Riddle walked with his usual confident stride, his gaze already locked on you, dark eyes brimming with mischief.

“Found our little black cat, have we?” Mattheo teased, slipping onto the bench beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body. Lorenzo chuckled as he took the spot on your other side, sandwiching you between them.

You swallowed, feeling a little self-conscious, as usual. They were so effortless in their presence, like twin suns, burning bright and drawing everyone into their orbit.

You, on the other hand, felt more like a shadow, fading into the background as soon as they appeared.

“Are you cold?” Lorenzo asked, noticing how tightly you had your arms wrapped around yourself.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands, twisting your fingers nervously. Mattheo gently tugged on your sleeve, drawing your attention back to him.

“Liar,” he said, though his tone was affectionate. “You’re freezing. Why didn’t you wait inside?”

“I didn’t want to be in the way,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Crowds always made you feel like you were on display, and being around people as lively as Lorenzo and Mattheo only amplified that feeling.

“Nonsense,” Lorenzo said, his arm coming around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “You’re never in the way, darling. We’d much rather have you with us than hiding out here alone.”

Mattheo nodded in agreement, his hand finding yours, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. “Besides, we’ve missed you. It feels like we haven’t seen you all day.”

“I saw you both in Potions,” you reminded them, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your nerves.

“Yes, but that doesn’t count,” Lorenzo insisted. “You were all the way on the other side of the room. Far too far away for my liking.”

Mattheo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We were thinking of staging a little incident, you know? Maybe a small explosion to get Professor Snape to rearrange the seating.”

“Mattheo,” you gasped, eyes wide with alarm. But you knew he was only half-joking. “You’d really risk detention just to sit closer?”

“In a heartbeat,” Mattheo said, his smile wicked. “It’s boring without you to talk to.”

“And to copy notes from,” Lorenzo added with a playful nudge.

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest. It was hard to stay anxious around them, even if they were as different from you as night and day.

“So,” Lorenzo said, changing the subject with that natural ease of his, “what do you want to do today? We’ve got a few hours before dinner.”

“Whatever you two want is fine,” you said quickly, not wanting to impose your own ideas. You were always afraid of making the wrong suggestion, of boring them with your quieter tastes.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow at you. “You say that, but last time we let Lorenzo decide, we ended up trying to sneak into the Restricted Section. And when it was my turn, we spent an hour trying to scale the Astronomy Tower.”

“You were the one who suggested the Astronomy Tower,” Lorenzo pointed out with a grin. “And I seem to remember you enjoying the Restricted Section.”

“Well, I did manage to find that book on hexes I’ve been wanting,” Mattheo admitted, looking pleased with himself.

You shifted, feeling a bit out of place. The truth was, you were just as happy spending time with them doing something simple. You didn’t need the excitement they seemed to crave. But saying that out loud felt.. wrong, somehow. Like you’d be dampening their spirits.

Noticing your hesitation, Lorenzo’s expression softened. “We don’t have to do anything wild, you know. Just say the word, and we’ll go along with whatever you want.”

Mattheo nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “Yeah, we’re not trying to drag you into trouble. Well, not always.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at their words, the reassurance soothing your anxieties. “Maybe we could just…go for a walk? By the lake?”

Lorenzo smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That sounds perfect.”

Mattheo stood, tugging you up with him. “Lead the way, love.”

As the three of you wandered down towards the Black Lake, you couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly they made you feel included, even when you felt so different from them. Where they were all fiery energy and boldness, you were quiet and reserved, more comfortable observing from the sidelines than being in the thick of things.

But somehow, they never made you feel like you didn’t belong. They accepted your awkwardness, your silences, and your tendency to withdraw when the world got too loud. They didn’t try to change you or push you out of your comfort zone, unless it was clear you wanted that.

Lorenzo kept up a light conversation as you walked, talking about everything and nothing, his voice a soothing backdrop to the crunch of leaves underfoot. Mattheo, on the other hand, stayed close, his presence a steady comfort beside you.

He’d occasionally point out something interesting, a particularly twisted tree root, a group of birds taking flight, and you’d find yourself relaxing, enjoying the moment without the usual pressure to keep up with them.

When you reached the shore of the lake, the three of you settled on a patch of grass, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the water. You sat between them, feeling like the calm center in their whirlwind of energy.

“This is nice,” you murmured, the tension finally melting from your shoulders. “Thank you.”

Lorenzo leaned back on his elbows, tilting his head to look at you with a warm smile. “You don’t have to thank us. We’re just happy to be with you.”

Mattheo nodded in agreement, his hand finding yours again, fingers intertwining. “Yeah, we’re a team, remember? Two suns and one moon.”

You blinked, looking at him in surprise. “What?”

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s us. Lorenzo and I, we’re the suns. Bright, warm, maybe a little overwhelming at times. And you, you’re the moon. Quiet, steady, a little mysterious. But we all work together, right? Balance each other out.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the metaphor wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You’d always felt like you were on the outside looking in, but Mattheo’s words made you realize that, to them, you were just as important a part of their little world.

“I like that,” you said softly, feeling a little bolder, a little more at ease. “The moon is pretty powerful, you know. Controls the tides and everything.”

“Exactly,” Lorenzo said, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “Don’t underestimate yourself, love.”

Mattheo chuckled, leaning in to kiss your other cheek. “We certainly don’t.”

A peaceful silence settled over the three of you as you watched the sun's reflection ripple across the lake. The quiet moment was short-lived, however, as Mattheo suddenly leaned over, scooping up a handful of water and flicking it in your direction.

The cold droplets splashed across your face, making you gasp in surprise. “Mattheo!” you exclaimed, wiping at your cheeks with the sleeve of your robe.

Mattheo grinned, looking unapologetic. “What? You looked like you were getting too comfortable.”

Lorenzo laughed, watching the exchange with a gleam in his eye. “Careful, Mattheo. I think you’ve just declared war.”

You narrowed your eyes at Mattheo, a mischievous spark igniting in your chest. “You’re going to regret that, Riddle.”

“Oh, I’m trembling,” Mattheo said, mock fear in his voice, though he was already inching away from you, sensing your impending retaliation.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you quickly dipped your hand into the water, flinging a larger splash back at him. The water hit him square in the chest, soaking the front of his robes.

“Merlin’s beard, that’s cold!” Mattheo shouted, but he was laughing even as he wiped the water off his face.

Lorenzo couldn’t resist joining in, his hands cupping water and sending it flying in both your and Mattheo’s directions. “It’s every person for themselves now!” he declared, his laughter contagious.

Soon, the three of you were engaged in a full-blown splash fight, water flying everywhere as you all tried to outmaneuver each other. Mattheo, not one to be outdone, managed to catch you off guard with a particularly well-aimed splash, sending a wave of water over your head.

“Okay, okay! Truce!” you called out, laughing so hard your sides hurt. You held up your hands in surrender, trying to catch your breath.

Lorenzo was grinning from ear to ear, water dripping from his hair. “Do you accept, Mattheo?”

Mattheo eyed you both warily, as if expecting another sneak attack, but finally relented, lowering his hands. “Fine. Truce. For now.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you sat back down on the grass, the cool breeze drying the water on your face. Despite the chaos, you felt lighter, the earlier tension completely washed away.

Lorenzo stretched out beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you close. Mattheo joined in, lying on your other side, his hand finding yours again.

“See?” Lorenzo murmured, his voice soft as he nuzzled into your hair. “Sometimes, all you need is a little water fight to clear your head.”

Mattheo hummed in agreement, his fingers tracing patterns on your palm. “And a reminder that we’re all in this together. Two suns and one moon, right?”

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun as you relaxed between them. For the first time in a long while, you felt completely at ease, content in the knowledge that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

“Yeah,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let the peacefulness of the moment wash over you. “Two suns and one moon.”

[theodorenmyth]

The riddles with a s/o who scratch their head when lying. Like maybe reader took Tom’s wand as a joke and Tom would be like “did you hide my wand?” And reader is trying so hard to not scratch their head as they shook their head no. Or even mattheo would tease and test the theory out (he heard from Theo that reader scratches when lying) by asking reader do they love him and his brother.

Lying Habits

Pairings ; The Riddles x GN!Reader

Summary ; You decide to play a harmless prank on Tom Riddle by hiding his wand. When Tom realizes his wand is missing, he questions you, but you deny knowing its whereabouts. However, Tom and his brother, Mattheo, know your tell—scratching your head when lying. Mattheo teases you, asking if you love him and Tom, making you anxious. Eventually, you slip and scratch your head, revealing the truth. Tom takes back his wand, mildly amused, while Mattheo teases you about your terrible lying skills. Later, the brothers continue to tease you about who you love more, but you affirm you love them equally. Despite the teasing, you feel loved and content with Tom and Mattheo by your side.

A/N ; Enjoy!

Warnings) ; None

Word count ; 1k+

You didn’t mean to cause such a stir. All you wanted was a little fun, a harmless prank to lighten up the somber air that often surrounded the Riddle estate. Tom, ever the serious and meticulous one, had left his wand unattended while engrossed in his books. The temptation was too much to resist, and before you knew it, his wand was safely tucked away in your pocket.

“Did you hide my wand?” Tom’s voice broke the silence, startling you.

You turned to face him, trying to keep your composure. “No,” you said, shaking your head.

Tom’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of your face. You knew you had a tell, a small habit you couldn’t control when you lied. It was something Tom was well aware of—you scratched your head when lying. You clenched your fists, determined not to give yourself away this time.

Tom stepped closer, his eyes boring into yours. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with suspicion.

You managed a smile, hoping it looked convincing. “Positive,” you replied, keeping your hands firmly at your sides.

Before Tom could probe further, Mattheo sauntered into the room, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “What’s going on here?” he asked, looking between you and Tom.

Tom glanced at his brother, irritation flickering in his eyes. “My wand is missing, and our dear Y/N here claims to have no idea where it is,” he said, his tone skeptical.

Mattheo’s grin widened. “Really now?” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s interesting.”

You felt a pang of anxiety. Theo had a big mouth, and Mattheo loved to tease. If he knew about your tell, this was about to get a lot more complicated.

Mattheo sauntered over to you, leaning in close. “Y/N, do you love me?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful malice.

Your eyes widened. “Of course, I do,” you said quickly, trying to keep your tone steady.

Mattheo’s grin only grew. “Do you love Tom?” he asked, not missing a beat.

You felt a bead of sweat form on your forehead. “Absolutely,” you said, nodding vigorously.

Mattheo chuckled, glancing over at Tom. “What do you think, brother? Is our dear Y/N being truthful?”

Tom’s eyes remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. “I think they’re hiding something,” he said slowly.

You could feel your resolve slipping. You had to get out of this situation, and fast. “I’m not hiding anything!” you insisted, your voice a bit higher than intended.

Mattheo’s eyes flicked to your hand, which was twitching at your side. “You sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Your hand shot up to scratch your head before you could stop it. Mattheo’s laughter echoed in the room, and you knew you were caught.

“There it is!” Mattheo crowed, pointing at your hand. “I knew it!”

Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, where is my wand?” he asked, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

You sighed, pulling the wand from your pocket and handing it to him. “I’m sorry, Tom. I just wanted to have a little fun,” you said, feeling a bit sheepish.

Tom took the wand, shaking his head with a small smile. “You and your pranks,” he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice.

Mattheo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re terrible at lying, Y/N,” he said, ruffling your hair.

You swatted his hand away, but you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Tom stepped closer, his expression softening. “Just be careful next time,” he said, his voice gentle. “You know how much I hate losing things.”

You nodded, feeling a rush of affection for both brothers. “I will,” you promised, reaching out to take Tom’s hand. “I’m sorry, really.”

Tom squeezed your hand, a small smile playing on his lips. “Apology accepted,” he said.

Mattheo let out a dramatic sigh. “Well, now that the drama is over, what shall we do for fun next?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You laughed, shaking your head. “How about something that doesn’t involve me getting caught in a lie?” you suggested.

Mattheo grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?” he teased.

Tom rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Let’s just try to keep the peace for a while,” he said, his tone affectionate.

You couldn’t help but feel grateful for these moments. Despite the teasing and the occasional prank gone wrong, you knew you were loved. And as long as you had Tom and Mattheo by your side, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that evening, as you sat in the common room with the Riddle brothers, the memory of the day’s events brought a smile to your face. Tom was engrossed in a book, his wand safely tucked away in his pocket this time. Mattheo was sprawled out on the couch, a mischievous glint still in his eyes.

“Y/N,” Mattheo called, breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you love me more than Tom?”

You groaned, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Mattheo, seriously?” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

Tom looked up from his book, his eyes curious. “Yes, Y/N. Do you?” he asked, his tone playful.

You glanced between the two brothers, feeling the love and warmth radiating from them. “I love you both equally,” you said, your voice sincere.

Mattheo pouted. “Not even a little bit more?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not even a little bit,” you said firmly.

Tom chuckled, closing his book and standing up. “Come on, Mattheo. Let’s give Y/N a break,” he said, his tone affectionate.

Mattheo sighed dramatically but got up from the couch. “Fine, fine. But I’ll get you to admit it one day, Y/N,” he said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Good luck with that,” you said, feeling a warmth in your heart.

As the evening wore on, you felt content and at peace. Despite the teasing and the pranks, you knew you were surrounded by love. And as long as you had Tom and Mattheo by your side, you knew you could handle anything.

[theodorenmyth]

Platonic theos with a short reader who is always ready to rage out 😭 like please it’s so bad when they rage out to the point mattheo is scared to even try to touch them. It’s like a fuckin raged small dog ready to bite someone’s head off. So like maybe reader gets into a fight with only a bloody nose while the person they fought was almost knocks into a coma and all Theodore and mattheo can say is

“Damn.”

Chihuahua's Rage

Pairings ; PL. Theodore Nott x GN!Reader x Mattheo Riddle

Summary ; When James Bolton pushes one too many buttons, you unleash your rage in a chaotic hallway brawl at Hogwarts. Despite the intervention of Professor McGonagall and other professors, the aftermath leaves James with severe injuries and you with a bloody nose. As your friends Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott try to calm you down, they can't help but be both amused and terrified by your fierce temper. In the end, they remind you to keep your cool, but they know that anyone who dares to cross you will face your wrath.

A/N ; chihuahua core 🥰🥰

Warnings); slight mention of blood, violences

Word count ; 1.2k

You weren't usually the violent type. At least, that's what you told yourself. But sometimes, people just knew how to push your buttons in all the wrong ways. Today was one of those days.

You were walking down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts, heading to your next class. Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott were flanking you, engaged in a conversation about Quidditch. Everything was relatively peaceful until he walked by—James Bolton, the obnoxious Gryffindor who always had something rude to say.

James spotted you and changed his course, sauntering over with a sneer already forming on his face. "Hey, short stuff," he taunted. "Need a step stool to see where you're going?"

You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore him. Mattheo and Theodore exchanged glances, knowing that your patience was already wearing thin. They had seen you explode before, and it was never pretty.

James wasn't deterred by your silence. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He reached over and knocked your books out of your hands. "Oops."

You took a deep breath, trying to control the fury boiling inside you. "Pick it up," you said, voice low and dangerous.

James laughed, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Or what? You're gonna climb on a chair and fight me, midget?"

That was the final straw. You dropped your bag and launched yourself at him, fists flying. The hallway erupted in chaos as you and James tumbled to the floor, exchanging blows. You didn't care that he was taller and stronger; you had fury on your side.

"You're fucking dead, Bolton!" you shouted, landing a punch to his jaw. "You hear me? Dead!"

Mattheo and Theodore watched in stunned silence as you fought like a rabid dog. James tried to land a punch, but you dodged and countered with a vicious right hook that left him reeling. Blood spattered from your nose, but you barely noticed. You were too focused on making him regret ever crossing you.

The fight seemed to last forever, but it was probably only a few minutes before professors arrived on the scene. Professor McGonagall, along with Professors Flitwick and Sprout, hurried over.

"That's enough!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, stern and authoritative.

Professor Flitwick cast a spell that separated you and James, pulling you both to your feet and holding you apart. Professor Sprout looked horrified at the sight of the blood and bruises.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" Professor McGonagall demanded, her sharp gaze fixed on you.

"He provoked me," you spat, still glaring at James. "He called me a midget and knocked my books out of my hands!"

James, looking worse for wear with a swollen eye and a bleeding lip, tried to speak but winced in pain. "He's crazy," he muttered.

"Both of you, to the hospital wing, now," Professor McGonagall ordered. "And then to my office. This behavior is unacceptable."

Mattheo and Theodore exchanged worried glances but followed as the professors escorted you and James to the hospital wing. The other students in the hallway parted to let you through, whispering and casting nervous glances your way.

In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey tutted and fussed over your injuries, quickly healing your bloody nose and bruised knuckles. James received similar treatment, though his injuries were more severe.

Once you were patched up, Professor McGonagall led you and James to her office, Mattheo and Theodore trailing behind. They stood outside the door as you and James faced the stern Head of Gryffindor House.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" Professor McGonagall asked, her arms crossed.

"He provoked me," you repeated, crossing your arms in return. "I was defending myself."

"By nearly knocking him into a coma?" she retorted. "Violence is never the answer, Y/N. You should have come to a professor."

"And let him get away with it?" you scoffed. "He called me a damn midget, Professor."

Professor McGonagall sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "There will be consequences for this. Both of you will serve detention, and I will be writing to your parents."

James looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it. "Fine," he muttered.

"You are dismissed," Professor McGonagall said, waving a hand. "I hope this will be the last time I see you two in my office for such behavior."

You left the office, feeling a mix of anger and satisfaction. Mattheo and Theodore were waiting for you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo asked, inspecting you for any lingering injuries.

"I'm fine," you snapped, brushing him off. "He deserved it."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to nearly kill him," Mattheo pointed out. "What if he reports this to the professors?"

"He already did," you said with a shrug. "I'll just tell them he started it."

Theodore shook his head in amazement. "I knew you had a temper, but that was... impressive."

"Impressive?" Mattheo echoed, raising an eyebrow. "It was terrifying. I thought you were going to bite his head off."

You couldn't help but smirk at that. "Maybe next time."

Theodore chuckled. "Remind me never to piss you off."

The corridors were starting to empty now that the commotion was over. Some students were still whispering and casting nervous glances your way, but most were returning to their own business. James, realizing he was outnumbered and outmatched, had made a hasty exit.

"Serves him right," you muttered, watching him go.

Mattheo sighed and put a hand on your shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up before someone decides to report this."

You nodded, suddenly feeling the adrenaline crash. Your nose hurt like hell, and you could feel the bruises forming on your knuckles. But it was worth it. James Bolton wouldn't be messing with you again anytime soon.

Theodore and Mattheo escorted you to the bathroom, where Mattheo helped you clean up. Theodore leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a mix of amusement and concern.

"You're like a tiny tornado," he said, shaking his head. "A scary, rage-filled tornado."

You glared at Theo, staring at him with an angry look. "Call me that again and I'll fuckin' hex you, Nott."

But Theodore just laughed, he didn't find you intimidating, at all. In fact, you looked like an angry chihuahua.

Mattheo finished cleaning the fresh blood that started to drip from your nose and handed you a clean cloth. "Try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, okay?"

"No promises," you said, but there was a hint of a smile on your lips.

As you left the bathroom, Theodore and Mattheo flanking you like bodyguards, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. You might be short, but you were fierce. And with friends like these, you knew you'd always have someone to watch your back, no matter how many fights you got into.

"Next time," Mattheo said as you walked down the corridor, "maybe try using your words instead of your fists."

You snorted. "Where's the fun in that?"

Theodore laughed, clapping you on the back. "Just don't get expelled, okay? We'd miss our little chihuahua."

You rolled your eyes, but a grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. I'll try to behave."

But deep down, you knew that if anyone else dared to mess with you or your friends, they'd be in for a world of pain. Because you might be small, but you were mighty. And you wouldn't have it any other way.