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theodorenmyth · 1 month

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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.

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theodorenmyth · 1 month

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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 ;

"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."

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."

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Mattheo Riddle ;

"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."

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Lorenzo Berkshire ;

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

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?"

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Draco Malfoy ;

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

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?"

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Tom Riddle ;

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."

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Blaise Zabini ;

"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?"

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.

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theodorenmyth · 1 month

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Perfect for You

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!Reader

Summary ; You are in a relationship with Mattheo Riddle, where your deep-seated insecurities and fear of abandonment lead you to strive for perfection, always putting his needs above your own. As the anxiety and pressure take their toll, Mattheo begins to notice the toll it’s taking on you. Through heartfelt conversations and Mattheo's unwavering support, you start to believe that being yourself is enough for the one you love.

A/N ; this is a codependent!m!reader requested by ANON, I accidentally posted this js a few mins ago and deleted it.

warnings); none

Word count ; 1.1k+

The dimly lit Slytherin common room was abuzz with quiet murmurs and the crackling of the fireplace. You sat in your usual corner, eyes flickering nervously towards the entrance every few seconds. Mattheo was late again, and the familiar gnawing anxiety began to build in your chest.

Ever since you had started dating Mattheo Riddle, you had developed an almost crippling fear of his absence. You always felt like you weren't good enough for him, a sentiment that haunted your every interaction. You tried to be perfect, to be everything he wanted, hoping that if you pleased him enough, he wouldn't leave you.

The door creaked open, and your heart leapt. Mattheo strolled in, his usual confident swagger making him look like he owned the place. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. He smiled, but you couldn't help but notice the flicker of annoyance in his eyes. Was he mad at you? Did you do something wrong?

"Hey," Mattheo greeted, plopping down next to you on the couch. "What did I miss?"

"Not much," you replied quickly, forcing a smile. "Just waiting for you."

Mattheo leaned back, stretching his arms. "You always wait for me. Don't you have anything better to do?"

You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. "No, I like waiting for you. I like being with you."

Mattheo's gaze softened, and he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "You're too sweet, you know that?"

You blushed, the warmth of his touch making your anxiety momentarily fade. "I just want to make you happy."

"And you do," he assured you, though his attention was already drifting towards his friends who were calling him over. "Hang on, I'll be right back."

As he walked away, the anxiety returned full force. You watched him laughing and talking with his friends, feeling an intense wave of inadequacy. You always felt like an outsider, like you had to constantly prove your worth to stay by his side.

The minutes dragged on, and your thoughts spiraled. What if he decided he didn't need you anymore? What if he found someone better? The anxiety grew into a suffocating pressure, and you could feel the onset of a panic attack.

You needed to be perfect. You needed to keep him happy. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and made your way to the group. Mattheo glanced at you as you approached, raising an eyebrow.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with curiosity.

"Yeah, I just... I wanted to be with you," you said softly, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

Mattheo's friends exchanged looks, but Mattheo simply shrugged and pulled you into his side. "Alright then. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Y/N."

You forced a smile, feeling the scrutiny of his friends' gazes. They all knew how much you adored Mattheo, and you couldn't help but wonder if they thought you were pathetic for it.

"Y/N, you're always so quiet," Pansy commented, her tone teasing but with an edge of truth. "Why don't you ever join in on the fun?"

"I just... I don't want to say anything that might upset anyone," you admitted, glancing nervously at Mattheo.

Mattheo frowned, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "You don't have to worry about that. Just be yourself."

But being yourself felt impossible when you constantly feared losing him. You nodded, trying to relax and join the conversation, but the anxiety remained, a constant companion.

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Later that night, you lay in Mattheo's bed, his arms wrapped around you. He was asleep, his breathing steady and calm. You, on the other hand, were wide awake, your mind racing with insecurities.

You replayed the day's events, analyzing every word, every look. Had you done enough to make him happy? Had you been perfect? What if he decided you weren't worth the trouble?

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. You couldn't let him see you like this. You couldn't let him know how much you struggled, how much you hurt. You had to be strong, for him.

In the dim light, you turned to look at Mattheo's peaceful face. He was everything to you, and you would do anything to keep him happy, even if it meant sacrificing your own well-being.

"Matty," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I love you so much. I hope I'm enough for you."

He stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, but didn't wake up. You sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

The next morning, you woke up to Mattheo's fingers tracing patterns on your back. You smiled sleepily, the anxiety momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, nuzzling closer to him.

He studied you for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "You seemed off yesterday. Is everything okay?"

You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with your fears. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

Mattheo's eyes narrowed slightly. "You sure? You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know," you lied, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, really."

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push further. Instead, he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," you whispered, your heart aching with the sincerity of your words.

As the days went on, you continued to put Mattheo's needs above your own, bending over backward to keep him happy. You didn't complain, didn't voice your own struggles, because you were terrified of losing him. You tried to be perfect, to be everything he wanted, but the pressure was slowly breaking you.

One evening, as you sat together in the common room, Mattheo noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the way your hands trembled slightly.

"Y/N, you need to take care of yourself," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to please me."

"But I want to make you happy," you protested, your voice cracking. "I can't lose you, Mattheo. I need you."

Mattheo's eyes softened, and he cupped your face in his hands. "And I need you, but not like this. I love you for who you are, not for some perfect version of you. Please, just be yourself."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you finally let them fall, the weight of your insecurities crashing down on you. "I'm so scared, Mattheo. I'm scared I'm not good enough for you."

"You're more than enough," he whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You don't have to be perfect. I love you just the way you are."

In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe him. You allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you were enough.

The road to healing wouldn't be easy, and the anxiety wouldn't disappear overnight, but with Mattheo by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope. For the first time, you began to believe that you could be loved for who you truly were, and that was a start.

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theodorenmyth · 1 month

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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.”

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