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She/her | 20 | Slytherin | Aries | Harry Potter Stuff
summary: your rival sees you've been hurt and the only question is "Who?"
warnings: only language I suppose
part 2 part 3

You sat curled up on the couch closest to the fire, you arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Injured cheek was stinging, and faint traces of spells still shimmered faintly along your skin. You were usually good at brushing off the cruel words or petty fights from others, but tonight, it had all caught up to you. You stared at the fire, eyes distant and glassy. You hated being so weak.

“Merlin, is there another ghost here?” The voice, low and smooth with a sharp edge, cut through the quiet like a blade. You didn’t need to turn to know it was Mattheo Riddle. You both had a really strange teasing-ship, eager to leave the last word by each other. But not always.

“Not now, Riddle,” you muttered, not even sparing him a glance.

Mattheo, unfazed, walked closer, his steps soft but firm against the stone floor. “What’s this? Already giving up?” His tone was teasing, but when he stepped into the light and saw your face, the smirk dropped from his lips.

He stopped abruptly, pure fury boiling in his veins, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto your cheek. A faint, red mark ran along the tender skin, evidence of a poorly aimed hex. And -bloody mess- your forearms. You tried to hide them in your lap: bore faint scratches and burns. Mattheo stepped closer, following his anger the flames back there in the fireplace flared up furiously, scorching the stones outside. The glasses of the underwater windows started to temble, and you looked around with anxiety in your eyes. The whole common room was vibrating with energy. Was he...?

“Who the fuck did this?” he demanded. His voice low and sharp, and shivers run down your body but you didn’t respond. You were rivals but not enemies, you didn't want him to get in serious trouble because of it. You kept your gaze firmly on the fire, your lips pursed. The flames behind him weren't calming. Mattheo moved closer, crouching in front of you. He tilted his head, trying to catch your eyes, but you avoided him stubbornly. As soon as his hands were on the sofa, it started to vibrate. “Hey, love” he said again, this time softer, but with an undeniable edge. “Who?” Your heart sank at the nickname. You knew that he used the most popular one, because he didn't use to call someone pet names. But even though your heart accepted and loved it.

“Let it go, Mattheo,” you whispered, your voice tight.

“Let it go?” he repeated, his anger started to pop up again, and hands grabbed the material of the sofa even harder, “Do I look like the kind of person who would let it go?” you didn't answer. He clenched his jaw and stood up. Stubborn girl. He walked around the sofa, his fists clench and unclench and he can nothing to do because talking wasn't his best part. So as all the parts of humam relationship when you are raised in blood and crucio. He couldn't and didn't want to express himself by words. But there was definitely one thing he did perfectly. Mattheo frowned. He sat down in front of the sofa again, piercing into your eyes and now you couldn't look away. You studied his eyes, actually so soft and so tender, despite his personality. When..something touched your thoughts like a feather. You almost gasped at the insight, not having any will to take your eyes off of his. Click. Click. Mattheo turned his head to heels clicking sharply against the stone. The touch disappeared leaving you suddenly empty. Pancy paused when she saw the two of you, then her gaze flicked to your face and injuries.

“Piece of bird shit” Pansy groaned, her voice laced with irritation as she crossed her arms. She turned her attention to Mattheo. You tried to wave her away before... “Archie Waters from Ravenclaw. The fucker didn’t know when to stop.”

Mattheo stood up so fast that you flinched, startled. His entire demeanor shifted with satisfaction and predatory grin, his fists curled tightly, showing the veins protruding on his arms. His usually cool, dark eyes were blazing with fury.

“Where is he?” Mattheo asked, his voice deathly calm, though the storm brewing beneath the surface was evident.

Pansy shrugged, a small smirk playing on her lips as if she already knew what was coming. “Probably still skulking around the library like the coward he is.”

“Mattheo, don’t—” you started, reaching out to grab his wrist, but he shook you off.

“Don't anyone fucking dare” he growled, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment. The intensity in his gaze made you breath catch. His feral eyes - you never have seen him so angry. “Stay here.” With that, he stormed out of the common room, his long strides purposeful and his fury palpable. You stared after him, stunned. Pansy sat down next to you, crossing her legs as she watched Mattheo disappear. The flimes finally got its normal form.

“Archie’s in for it now,” Pansy said with a grin, leaning back. “Riddle doesn’t take kindly to anyone messing with what’s his.”

Your head snapped toward her, you felt your cheeks flushing. “I’m not his...”

As to respond you all three windows' glasses shattered into pieces with a deafening crash, covering the floor. You jumped on your seat but the magic of the castle held back the waters of the lake.

. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

“I’d like to remind everyone that physical altercations will not be tolerated,” McGonagall finished her speech, her voice carrying a mixture of authority and irritation. She was really angry. “I won’t name names, but I trust that certain individuals involved will take this as a warning. This is Hogwarts, not a dueling ring.”

As soon as the professor took her leave, your gaze darted to Mattheo, who sat lazily in the back corner of the classroom, arms crossed and an infuriatingly smug smirk tugging at his lips. Students around him were whispering and throwing quick glances at him. He cared not at all. His dark eyes locked onto yours almost immediately, and you felt your chest tighten under the weight of his stare. He has only a scratch on his nose, only some dried blood on his knuckles. But you knew since the breakfast that Archie Waters was in hospital wing. They had to invite his parents.

Mattheo tilted his head slightly, as if daring you to say something. There was no remorse in his expression—only pride and a dangerous sense of satisfaction.

When the lesson ended, you rushed to catch up to him in the corridor, your steps quick and determined, “Mattheo” you called, voice sharp. He didn’t stop, forcing you to grab his sleeve and pull him aside. “What happened?”

He turned to you, his smirk softening into something darker, more controlled. “What had to” he said simply, his voice low and steady.

“You didn’t have to put him in the hospital wing!” you hissed, trying to keep you voice down as students walked past. Has he already get a detention?

Mattheo shrugged, leaning casually against the stone wall. “He deserved worse.” Your cheeks flushed, frustration warring with a strange warmth that bloomed in you chest. Protection. “You can’t just—”

“I can, and I did,” he interrupted, his tone softer. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he looked down at you. His eyes -Merlin his eyes- gently touched every inch of your face, where yesterday there were red marks.

You couldn't breathe, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why do you even care?”

For a moment, his guarded expression faltered, but then he pursed his lips, eyes became cool again and he looked to the side with a strange irritation, “Because,” he murmured, his voice rough, “I do.”

Before you could respond, he straightened, his usual nonchalant demeanor slipping back into place. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do. And if you want some words go and read books, love.” He brushed past, leaving you standing in the corridor, your thoughts a chaotic mess. Your heart again responded to the nickname drowning in nagging pain.

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞™ (𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥)

WARNINGS: downbad!mattheo x slytherin!fem!reader, SFW, english is not my first language. not proofread | fluff ☏

SUMMARY: Mattheo Riddle has a full-system shutdown when you shyly wave at him in the Three Broomsticks. After mumbling something about the weather (??), the Slytherin boys decide intervention is absolutely necessary. Thus, Operation: Matty Falls in Love™ is born.

Spoiler: it’s already working. Spoiler 2: Mattheo wants to vanish into his scarf.

WC: 1.4K AN: Just a silly little draft of an idea I had a few months ago. sorry for the super late post! I've been extremely busy with uni.

hiiii, if it's still open could i get a pairing?

i'm 5'3 with dark brown wavy hair and brown eyes. i also have freckles across my nose and cheeks.

i'm a slytherin

i like being around others but im usually quiet when im around them. i have a dry sense of humour.

i like reading and psychology, probably my favorite class at hogwarts would be care of magical creatures cause i love animals

i like olivia rodrigo and gracie abrams

i have anxiety in loud places so holding hands with someone grounds me so psychical touch is my love language

i like going on movie dates or walking outside

lastly i love the mean to everyone but me kinda thing

thanks love!! 🫶

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This is just screaming out to me rn

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle

tyyy love 🫶

wrecked

summary: you get into an accident with Rafe's car

words count: 1.3k

warnings: car accident, Topper and Kelce🥸, protective Rafe

You didn’t want to take Rafe’s car at first. He usually was the one who drove you whenever and wherever you needed, insisting that he felt calmer about you being okay. But he was busy from an early morning at work, and you really didn’t want to disturb him, even if you desperately needed to go. 

Also, he didn’t mind you taking his car, even allowing you to practice on his favorite one. He just wanted you to be careful. Though you were always hesitant, not wanting to scratch it or accidentally break something, because you knew how much Rafe cherished his cars. 

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

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“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life” at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

—-

After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

“more than anything else”

Hii! I love love love all of your finnick fics! Could I please request a fic where reader is also a victor from an earlier game and she is in an established relationship with Finnick. They both get reaped (not the same district) for the 75th games and reader gets critically hurt in the part where the cornucopia spins. Like she falls into the water after maybe being injured and she can’t swim, so Finnick has to risk everything to save her life.

I’m really looking for like a hurt/comfort with a seriously injured reader and Finnick going through hell to save her because he cannot imagine a life without her in it.

Thank you so much if you’re willing to write this or something like it, feel free of course to change anything to your liking!

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two souls, one heart | f. odair

summary: finnick refuses to lose the love of his life. your inability to swim complicates things, especially when the cornucopia begins spinning.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: pre-established relationship, heavy angst, drowning, death, bone fracture

notes: thank you so much!!! i really enjoyed writing this, shed a few tears but still enjoyed it lmao. listen to 'beginning of the end movement v' by the newton brothers on repeat for the full experience <3

this actually killed me, i love it sm 😭😭🫶

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Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw! reader
Based on this request 🫶🏽
Summary: You’re just as confused as everyone else when your mortal enemy wakes up fully convinced that you’re the love of his life. (Spoiler alert: literally no one else was surprised)
word count: 5.2k
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It was cold and windy and wet as you stepped off the quidditch pitch, rain soaking you to your core. Thank Rowena you didn’t have to play an actual match in this weather. No, that honor went to the Slytherins and Gryffindors and you did not envy them at all, regular practice was enough for you.

As you make your way back to the locker rooms you see students and staff already beginning to fill the open stands and shake your head with pity. No amount of drying or warming charms were going to make it a comfortable match to sit through.

Just as you're about to turn into the locker rooms you feel yourself jerk back as a green robed shoulder slams past you, nearly knocking you off your feet.

“Watch it dolcezza,” a familiar voice slurs over the rain, condescension dripping from his words.

UNTIL I FOUND YOU

Coriolanus Snow x fem!Reader

Synopsis: When the 18 year old Coriolanus Snow recieves the news that he has to mentor a tribute in order to claim the Plinth Prize, he expected everything but not a shy girl from district 12 to claim his heart.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Lucy Gray does not exsist in this (I´m sorry), some things might not fully add up to the movie plot ´cause I only saw it once and that was two days ago, use of Y/N, it´s implied that the reader is shorter than Coryo, small swearing, simple inhumane Hunger Games topics

Reblogs and requests are always welcomed <3 (just like pointing out grammatical mistakes :))

݁ .Boyfriends Enemy!Theo taking an interest in you

warnings: flirting, reader in a establish relationship, no smut (yet)
a/n: i just need to write something about him, he lives in my head rent free. also feel free to send thoughts about him <3
Navigation; m.list; r.r; bf's enemy!theo

The corridors were mostly empty this late in the evening, the distant hum of students in their common rooms fading into silence. You had just finished helping Professor Sprout with some extra Herbology work—something Cedric usually did with you, but tonight, he had Quidditch practice.

You didn’t mind walking alone. At least, you didn’t until you heard the footsteps behind you.

Slow. Measured. Unrushed.

You didn’t turn around immediately, but you felt it—the way someone was watching you. Following you.

Then came the voice. Smooth, smug, and entirely too amused.

"You shouldn’t walk alone at night, tesoro. Dangerous things lurk in the shadows."

You sighed before turning. "Theodore," you said flatly, crossing your arms. "Shouldn’t you be off somewhere making Cedric’s life miserable?"

Theodore leaned against the wall a few paces behind you, hands shoved into the pockets of his robes, looking entirely at ease. He was always like this—calm, confident, like he had already won whatever game he was playing before anyone else even realized they were part of it.

"Now, now," he tsked, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between you. "You wound me. Maybe I’m here for you

You rolled your eyes. "I highly doubt that."

"Really?" He tilted his head, considering you with that sharp gaze of his. "You’re Diggory’s little prize, aren’t you? Always holding his hand, sitting pretty in the stands during his matches. A perfect little girlfriend."

Something in his tone made your skin prickle—not exactly mocking, but curious, like he was picking you apart, trying to figure something out.

You lifted your chin. "Is there a point to this, Nott?"

He stepped closer. Not enough to be threatening, but just enough that you could smell the faint trace of cologne on him, something dark and expensive.

"You’re feisty," Theo murmured, his lips twitching. "I like that."

Your stomach did something annoying, and you hated that you even had a reaction at all.

Unfortunately, Theo noticed.

His smirk widened just slightly. "Oh," he drawled, eyes flicking over your face like he was committing this moment to memory. "I think I’m going to have fun with you."

You huffed, shaking your head. "If this is your idea of fun, you need a new hobby."

Theo chuckled, low and deep. "Oh, tesoro" he murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your cheek, "I think you’re my new hobby."

You froze.

And then, just as quickly as he’d appeared, Theo took a step back, his smirk firmly in place.

"See you around," he murmured before turning on his heel, walking away like nothing had happened.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

reblog's & comment's are appreciated

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Anonymous asked:

wait maybe best friend!mattheo (or theodore) to boyfriend!mattheo. like his traits when he's your best friend and in love with you until you start dating and yk

bsf!mattheo to bf!mattheo

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d actually try to sabotage anything you had going on with guys you liked in your year because he liked to annoy you, but really subconsciously he hated the idea of you being someone else’s girlfriend

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d flirt with you as a “joke” but would love how you’d get all flustered and annoyed

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d actually listen to all the tea you’d tell him, and he’d literally ask for more

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d automatically hate girls that you’ve had the slightest problem with, or have had the slightest problem with you

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d treat your room as his own and would pull up to it whenever he wanted AND without knocking🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d only do extra studying just to spend time with you alone in the library

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d slowly fit you into every aspect of his daily routine, so much so his friends take notice

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who got proper defensive when draco slightly hinted at mattheo having crush on you

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d start acting weird and awkward around you only because he’d consciously acknowledged that he may actually like you

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d get caught lacking staring at you in every lesson by his friends

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d low-key enjoy getting shipped with you by all his friends

˖ bestfriend!mattheo who’d never even been scared or nervous to talk to a girl, especially if it was you, his best friend, but still had to muster up courage to ask you out

˖boyfriend!mattheo who is still his goofy self because really he’s only dating his best friend, so why should he ever need to act normal around you ever again?

˖boyfriend!mattheo who knows your most ticklish spots, and never fails to try and tickle you in front of everyone during dinner

˖boyfriend!mattheo who reluctantly shares his food with you, because after all you are his girlfriend

˖boyfriend!mattheo who always ends up distracting you during your study sessions in the library (we know what kind of distractions im talking about right?..🙂‍↕️😏)

#is it too late to say happy new year?🫣🫣

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Dirty Fucking Mind - M.R.

Speak of the Devil…and the Devil shall appear

Your luck was fucking awful.

You had come to the Restricted Section with a singular purpose: find the book on alchemy you’d been dying to get your hands on and get out. Simple. In and out. No one would know. But, as usual, your unfortunate timing had yet again fucked you over.

Because you weren’t alone.

You stilled, fingers hovering over the spine of an aged, leather-bound tome, as you caught sight of him. Mattheo Riddle.

He moved between the towering bookshelves like a shadow, deliberate and silent, his sharp gaze scanning the rows as if searching for something just out of reach. But what caught your attention—what made you pause, breath hitching—was the way his lips moved. Barely audible, murmuring a language you had heard before but couldn’t immediately place.

And then it clicked. Parseltongue.

Your brows lifted in mild surprise. You recognized it as clear as day, though your understanding of it was... lacking. A fault of your own negligence, really. Your grandfather—one of the few remaining Blacks to still wield the gift—had tried to teach you, but you’d been too stubborn to care. Maybe if you’d listened, you would have known exactly what Riddle was searching for now.

As he stretched, reaching for a book just out of reach, the fabric of his shirt pulled taut over his forearms, the flex of his muscles making the veins in his hands stand out, and fuck—had he always been this strong? The thought hit you suddenly, unwanted, unwarranted. You imagined those hands on you, wrapped around your throat, pinning you down as his body pressed between your legs. How deep would his cock—

You about done, princess?

Your stomach plummeted as the voice echoed inside your mind. You recognized it instantly, it was Mattheo’s. shit. shit. shit.

U'r amazing 🥵

PARSELTONGUE AND LEGILIMENCY IS SUCH A THING TO ME.

almost as hard as Mattheo's strong arms

snape hearing noises and banging from an empty classroom and barging in...

...only to find mattheo and reader play-fighting with some stuff they found while they were supposed to be cleaning

s: ...

r: ...

m: ...

s: ...20 points from each of you.

m + r: *scoffs of disbelief and protests*

Silence between songs-Theodore Nott

Summary: You toss and turn in bed, sleep hovering out of reach. You decide to leave the dorms and take a walk late at night, your path crosses Theo’s as he was smoking outside. Your words dance between humor and vulnerability beneath the stars.

TW: Fluff, suggestive content, smoking.

I toss and turn in my bed, my eyelids burnt with sleep but I couldn’t bring myself to doze off no matter how tightly I wrapped the warm blanket around me, sleep just hovered out of reach. My mind wouldn’t quiet- thoughts unraveling and tangling again, looping endlessly. After what felt like hours of restless tossing, I give up, the sheets suddenly felt itchy and too heavy for my liking, I sit up stretching my arm towards my phone on my night dresser, a soft pop following.

I let out a quiet whine and squinted my eyes at the light of the cracked screen illuminating my face, the clock marking 2:30 AM. Mentally sighing at all the early classes I’m obligated to attend in a few hours. I put the phone down and turned to my side, putting an extra pillow between my thighs, getting in a comfortable position and hopefully- eventuallly fall asleep.

Nope.

I slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath my feet, and pulled on a thin cotton hoodie. My head spun around in all directions making sure no one is awake. I quietly opened the door and peeked my head out, the corridor unnervingly empty as I stepped outside, closing the door behind me as softly as I could and started walking, letting the quiet of the night press against me, hoping that maybe the darkness would untangle what I couldn’t.

The castle seemed otherworldly at this time of night, almost haunted or abandoned, the absence of loud students left the corridors hollow, echoing with the distant hum of forgotten sounds. A stillness that feels almost dystopian, yet oddly serene. and it looked even more breathtaking during the night than the morning. I hurriedly walked to a spot I’m familiar with; south of the castle, giving me an ethereal view of the great lake.

I patted the grass making sure it was completely dry before sitting down. My lungs expanded with air as I fluttered my eyes shut. It was crisp and pure, untouched by the weight of the day. I brought my knees to my chest, using them to prop my chin on as I continued to admire the night. The lake shimmered beneath the pale moonlight, its glassy surface fractured only by the soft stir of the air. Mist hovered like ghostly breath above the water, silver threads unraveling into the dark. At that moment felt as if I was the only person that existed, and everyone else had vanished into thin air. That feeling was short lived as I heard a sudden rustling behind me, my head snapping to the direction of the sound.

A tall figure stood in the distance, a face I couldn’t quite distinguish the features of due to the darkness. I sat frozen underneath the dim haze of the moonlight, my gaze fixated on the dark silhouette as my heart pounded and my mind raced with excuses to save myself from trouble, assuming it was a professor. The figure seemed like a shadow cut from the night itself- dark and still, my eyebrows furrowed at the smoke that curled around it like ghostly ribbons, then he pushed himself off the wall and stepped into the light, the world softened around him.

His head fell back softly as his lips formed an ‘o’ blowing smoke out of his mouth, dark eyes catching the faint gleam of the stars above. His face was sharp yet impossibly gentle, and a quiet intensity radiated from him, not threatening but rather comforting, like the hush before dawn. He brought his gaze down, locking eyes with me, and I suddenly felt the hairs on my body stand up at his energy. His soft brown hair fell over his forehead as his hand lifted the cigarette to his mouth again, the ember flickering briefly before he smiled- a subtle, knowing curve of his mouth. He walked towards me with such effortless grace, stopping right next to where I sat.

My neck cranking up at him, studying his face. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, and my brows slightly furrowed with confusion. “No.” I hesitantly said before bringing up a hand to tuck some stray hairs behind my ear. He crouches down plopping right next to me, I watched his face as he did so, softly flicking his cigarette to let the ash fall down on the grass before he took another drag. The smoke lingered in his mouth for a little before turning his face the opposite way to blow it out.

His left leg was extended on the grass while he mimicked my pose with the other one. I fiddled with my hands in my lap as I scrunched my nose at the coppery smell of the smoke, choking my breath with an acrid burning. He notices and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, flicking it to the ground and stomping on it. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking at me. “Yeah, the smell just bothers me a bit.” I answered, feeling vulnerable next to him. “I apologize.” He said, before reaching his hand to pluck a small flower off the ground. His sight fixated on it for a few seconds, then he handed it to me. “Here, consider this a token of my apology, it smells better than the cigarette.” He smiled.

My hand slowly reached to his, our fingers grazing as I took the flower in my own, and brought it up to my nose, closing my eyes and taking a whiff of its ambrosial scent. He continued to look at me and softly smiled when I looked back at him. “What?” I asked, amusement entangling my tone. “Nothing.” He said, shaking his head and averting his sight to the lake in front of us. “I’ve never encountered someone else here at this time of night.” He quietly spoke. “I couldn’t sleep.” I responded.“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked. “Sure.” I pondered before answering. His face slightly fell, as I looked back at him “Oh, I don’t actually have a penny.” He disappointedly said. “What, didn’t think I’d say yes?” I asked, smirking. “Didn’t really think that one through.” The stranger responded, laughing at himself.

“And you thought it was a good idea coming out here instead, all alone?” He asked, turning to me and resting his chin on his hand. I let my eyes fall on every feature on his face before answering him. “Did you?” I said. He kept quiet for a brief moment before cracking a contagious little smile at me.

“You’re in Snape’s class, correct?” I nod my head affirmatively at his question, realizing I never paid enough attention to the people I shared my class with, always arriving groggy to his sessions, being the first one to gather their stuff and head out the door as soon as he dismissed us. “You didn’t answer my question.” I said, looking straight ahead of me, admiring the ethereal beauty of the view. “What?” He asked, shifting his position. “Did you think it was a good idea? You sneaking out here all alone, i mean?” I ask again, turning to lock eyes with him. “I take my chances.” He spoke. “So do I.” I shot back. He smirked, not breaking eye contact, and dusted his hand on his jeans before extending it towards me. “I’m Theo.”

The skin on his hand felt rough to the touch but warm and comforting all together, and I averted my sight from it up to his eyes as our hands touched for longer than they should have. My lips curling up in a soft smile as I let my hand fall on my lap again, my body abruptly shuddering at the sudden drop of temperature, and Theo seemed to notice as he swiftly took off his black leather jacket. “Here, this’ll keep you warm.” he said, inching closer to me and draping it on my shoulders, our faces coming dangerously close. He let it fall on my body with a small thud of its fabric, and didn’t let his face inch back for another few seconds, looking at mine as if it’s the last time he’d get the chance to look at it, studying it and memorizing each freckle and scar on my skin. His scent engulfed me, laced with white musk, spearmint and a faint bittersweet smell of cigarettes.

On cue, my phone buzzes loudly with a low battery notification and snapd us back to reality. I hurriedly grab it, silencing it in annoyance. My headphones still connected to it, all tangled up, and my hands subconsciously flew to them in an attempt to detangle them, growing impatient as they somehow seemed to tangle even more than before. He quietly observed me before speaking up, “Let me help you.” His hands fell on my lap, grabbing my phone and detangling the cords. His presence was effortless, like he belonged to the night itself. He handed me an earphone while putting the other one in his ear- “Here, pick something good.” He said, a playful smirk curving his mouth. His voice was low, threaded with quiet amusement, but his eyes were warm, steady. I scrolled through my playlist, and as the music hummed between us, I fell back onto the grass, “What are you doing?” Theo giggled over the music. “Stargazing.” I simply said, before speaking again, “Come on, Orion’s Belt is visible tonight. Lay down, I’ll show you.”

He let his back rest on the grass next to me, our shoulders brushing. I let myself sneak little peaks of his face here and there, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His skin looked divine underneath the moonlight- his face sculpted by angels, I wondered how I had never noticed him before, he was strikingly beautiful, the type to haunt you for weeks after just gazing at him. For a while, we just watched the sky breathe, and he let me eat his ear off rambling about numerous stars and constellations. “You seem to love astronomy.” He softly said, looking at me. “No way! How’d you know that?” I sarcastically said, earning a laugh from him. “I don’t know, just a wild guess.” He said. “I just think it’s interesting. An infinite number of planets and galaxies yet we’re the only ones known to exist. It’s so lonely, but so beautiful.” I sighed, the soft glow of the stars illuminating my skin. “Yes, it is.” He said as he looked at me intently for a minute, then slowly turned his attention back to the sky above.

I found strange comfort in his presence. His breathing could still be heard over the music, and it soothed me. It was as if we were the only ones alive at that moment.

Then, without warning, he turned his head toward me, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my mouth. “I was hoping you’d pick a better song,” he teased, but before I could respond, his hand slowly brushed my cheek, and he dipped his head down to mine, looking at me for confirmation- to which I slightly nodded, and he wasted no time to capture my lips in a gentle yet certain kiss. The taste of spearmint and cigarettes faintly lingered on his lips, fogging my mind. He was dangerously addictive, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me closer, like he couldn’t bear the distance between us for a second longer, earning a low whimper from me. “Don’t let the whole castle know now, will you darling?” He jokingly said. I felt empty and needy at the abrupt lack of touch, and snaked my arms around his neck, impatiently kissing him again.

His lips crashed against mine, hungry and desperate, yet somehow achingly gentle. My hands found his chest, then slid up to his shoulders, while he sneaked his under my shirt, resting it on the dip of my waist. His skin felt cold on mine, grounding me even as everything else spun. The kiss was heat and softness all at once — a quiet breath tangled with urgency, his mouth moving over mine like he was tasting something he’d been craving for far too long. And still, beneath the fire, there was a tenderness — a quiet promise in the way his fingers pressed into my skin, holding me like I was something precious.

We pulled back from each other, nothing but the sounds of our breathing being heard. My heart still raced while he let his thumb run along the supple skin of my jaw. He dragged his finger down to my neck, sliding it down the center of my chest, stopping at the waistband of my pants, slightly tugging on it. I subconsciously inched my face closer to his, craving his touch. “You’re really beautiful. Too pretty for me to ruin you right here, anyone can pass by and see just how much of a good girl you can be.” He whispered. My eyebrows furrowed in arousal at his words, “please”, I pleaded.

He turned to lay on his back grabbing my phone, unlocking it with a swift slide of his finger, and dialing his number before saving it as ‘Theo’. “Call me next time you have trouble sleeping, yeah?”

Part 2?

TO ALL THE BOYS IVE LOVED BEFORE’ AU!
important; 𖦹 fluff. ❀ angst. ✶ smut.

ㅤ────── LOVE LETTERS this, love letters that. they’re meant to be given to someone you have deep, undeniable feelings for. to make them smile, maybe even bring a tear to their eye. but what love letters don’t do is vanish into thin air and stir up chaos. five love letters… to the same friend group? look, they’re attractive, no one can blame you. but the moment they all find out? game over.

introduction

⤷ ꒰ theodore’s letter ꒱

⤷ ꒰ blaise’s letter ꒱

⤷ ꒰ lorenzo’s letter ꒱

⤷ ꒰ draco’s letter ꒱

all works m.list.

… coming soon.

OOOOOH I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH

༘⋆📼˚ೀ⋆。˚💔Friends to lovers with Mattheo❤️‍🩹🎧⋆。 °⋆

⋆˙⟡ Mattheo noticed first. Suddenly he needs to touch you just a little longer, to stare more intensely, to feel your presence - obligatory.

⋆˙⟡ He becomes more aggressive to anyone who dares to tell you something offensive. He gives a quiet glare at anyone who looks at you too long, his presence always felt, even when unspoken.

⋆˙⟡ Something dark curls in his chest, and his jaw clenches before he can stop it when your boy friends appear too close to you, when they make you laugh in a way that wasn't him.

⋆˙⟡ He starts finding excuses to be near you—grabbing your wrist instead of just calling your name, leaning in when he speaks, brushing his fingers along yours when he passes you a quill, always placing his hand on your lower back when walking through crowds.

⋆˙⟡ His teasing changes. It becomes softer, more intimate. He doesn’t just mock you; he provokes. He learned years ago what makes your cheeks warm, what makes you roll your eyes, what makes you hide your smile behind your hand. He uses it shamelessly.

⋆˙⟡ And you shiver and blush even unaware of it yourself. And Mattheo is so satisfied as never.

⋆˙⟡ You never thought much of it at first—never considered the possibility. Mattheo is your best friend, the one constant in your life. The idea of him being more is something you never allowed yourself to entertain.

⋆˙⟡ Although you confessed to yourself that looking at him when he reads the book, darts out his tongue to wet his lips is more than a thing to you. So you secretly throw glances at him in the dark common room.

⋆˙⟡ Until you caught him staring too. A lot. Looking at you—not with amusement, not with mischief, but raw, heavy. And for the first time, it terrified you when the suffocating feeling stirred in your chest.

⋆˙⟡ After that, everything changes. Every touch, every glance, every moment alone crackles with something unspoken. You studied.

⋆˙⟡ You begin to notice his confident -in any situation- look. His beautiful smile and the reflection of candles shining in his eyes. His strong forearms, long fingers drawing absentminded circles on your hips during friendly gatherings. His warm breath when he rests his head on your shoulder, and his so hot lips when he accidentally brush them over your neck.

⋆˙⟡ You tell Pancy multiple times that nothing inside you tightenes at the sight of his tense muscles and firm chest when you catch him shirtless after a shower or Quidditch. She sees your greedy stare.

⋆˙⟡ That's how you fall. Hard. Gradually, uncomfortably. It hits you all at once—when you catch yourself tracing the veins on his hands, when his low voice so close sends goosebumps over your body, when the thought of him, so warm, tender, reckless and seductive belonging with you makes your breath catch.

⋆˙⟡ You run away then, overwhelmed with emotion, into the cold hallway. Everything inside you is seething with realization. You are so afraid of losing him by letting your feelings take over.

⋆˙⟡ And that is where he finds you. He turns you to face him, his fingers digging into your jaw and cheekbones, lifting your eyes to him. His gaze is naked, absorbing every emotion you have. You grab his forearms, for some reason constantly apologizing. But he only smiles: "You feel it too. You do."

⋆˙⟡ And when you finally kiss, when your fingers fist into his shirt and his hands grip your waist like he’d been starving for you—only then do you open for him. He had been yours long before you had even thought to be his.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

mattheo riddle. ☆

a “leave class, i miss you, baby,” text was the only thing that it took to have you raising your hand and telling snape that you needed to leave to go to the “restroom”.

you got up and left your books, not even realizing that you probably wouldn’t come back by the end of class messing around with mattheo. you didn’t care, though. you’d take the admonishing from your professor if that was what it came to.

but of course, you knew where you’d both end up: locked in some abandoned closet in a secluded hallway with your legs wrapped around mattheo as he pounded into you against the wall.

“you don’t even know the half of what you do to me, y/n,” mattheo moaned softly in your ear. undoubtedly, mattheo was whipped. his friends would tease him all the time about it. you just couldn't help but to adore his little obsession for you, though.

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