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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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Hey bestie <3 what's up? I started relistening to MCGA and tkc (because audiobooks help me sleep and stuff) and I just love Fierrochase and the Walt-Anubis-Sadie relationship so much, so could I get some fluff of either ship if you're okay with that? Love ya <3 - Autumn

HAIRCUT - FIERROCHASE

ੈ✩‧₊˚ FANDOM: riordanverse

ੈ✩‧₊˚ FORMAT: long/short fic

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: alex and magnus threatening eachother, alex insulting magnus’ hair, swearing

ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUMMARY: alex cuts magnus’ hair

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“Magnus, come on! Your hair may be the most rattiest shit i’ve ever seen. Just let me fix it!” Alex whined, throwing hairbrushes at her boyfriend.

Magnus attempted to dodge them, occasionally getting hit. “Alex, my hair is fine! I just need to wash it.”

“How long has it been since you washed it?”

“That’s not the point.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed into a glare. “Magnus Chase, if you don’t let me fix that ass nest right now, I’m going to make sure your in more pain than when you died.”

Magnus sighed. “If I let you fix my monstrosity of hair, will you let me sleep?”

Alex nodded.

“Alright, fine.”

Alex’s glare turned into a joyful grin. “Great! Follow me.”

“Step 1: Washing the damn thing.” Alex declared, pushing Magnus’s head over the side of the tub.

“If I drown, I’ll kill you.” The blonde grumbled, defensively crossing his arms.

“Shut up.”

Gently, Alex’s fingers massaged Magnus’s scalp, scrubbing all the dirt and other gross stuff off of it.

When she finished, she sat him up and roughly squeezed the water out with a towel.

“And? How do you feel?” She asked.

“Better..” He mumbled, not even daring to make eye contact with the green-haired shapeshifter.

“What was that?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, Magnus could feel her condescending stare.

“Better!” He shouted, getting up and running away.

“Come back! I’m done yet! Let me brush it!”

“Step 2: haircut.” Alex said, sitting her boyfriend down in a chair.

Magnus protectively threw his hands over his newly-washed hair. “I still don’t see the point of this. My hair’s fine!”

Alex sighed loud and dramatically. “Maggie, sweet, sweet Maggie. That mess is the equivalent of your dear mom taking your shit in her hand, throwing it on your head, and calling it hair.”

The blonde rolled his eyes. “Fine. Go ahead.”

Alex pulled her garrotte out of her pocket.

“Oh, please don’t tell me your using that.” Magnus complained, slightly scooting away.

Alex rolled her eyes.

“Listen, If I wanted you dead right now, you would be.”

“That’s comforting.”

Without warning, Alex began to cut away the pieces of hair, making it 100% better.”

“Can I see it now?” Magnus asked for what felt like the 100th time to the girl.

“Oh my- no. I have to brush it again.”

Magnus groaned loudly.

“Step 3: the reveal.”

Slowly, Alex unfolded the blindfold she forced over Magnus’s eyes.

After a long sigh, Magnus look in the mirror.

His annoyed expression melted into one of surprise and happiness.

“Alex, this is-”

“Perfect? Amazing? Great? The best?”

Magnus grinned and laughed. “Yes, all of those.”

He turned around and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for doubting you. You have a gift with that… thing.”

“It’s called a garrotte.” She glared, before her gaze softened. “And, your welcome.”

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rosexxi · 9 months

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Hi! I love your FANFICTION so much you’re my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do Mattheo or Theodore x fem! Reader based on the song exile and she has a crush on him but refuses to believe he likes her (he’s so in love with her guys-) but she just feels so alone even though she has friends. Don’t feel pressured at all to write this!

Stargazing 💫🌃

Mattheo knows just what to say and what to do to cheer you up

a.n // tysm for the kind words angel!! it means so much 🫶 I haven't written in a while, so sorry if this is sucky :/

fluff // m.r x slytherin! reader

"y/n? y/n?"

Pansy's harsh tones cut through the silence that had previously filled your mind, bringing you back to the conversation that was happening around you. You were sat at your usual table, a snug booth, in the corner of an otherwise very crowded Three Broomsticks, with your best friends Pansy and Daphne. It was a cold night, a chill that nipped at your red nose, indicated that the colder seasons were growing. The autumn chill that crept through the cracks of the closed door, made you shudder, wrapping warm in your thin sweater and wool gloves, tightening your grip on your mug of hot chocolate. You had clocked out of the conversation some time ago, too preoccupied with the clock on the wall to care about your friends' boy troubles. Whatever argument it was that Pansy and Blaise had had again.

"Sorry what were you saying Pansy?" you mumbled.

She squinted her eyes at you, as though studying your face, "That doesn't matter. Are you ok? You're incredibly quiet." she stated as she took a sip of her butterbeer.

You shrugged. To be honest you weren't ok. You felt awful like there was this terrible weight on your shoulders, like you were trapped behind some invisible door. You didn't know if it was due to the weather, or simply because of yourself, but no, you weren't ok.

"I'm fine," you eventually sighed out, "just tired. I think I'm going to head back to my dorm." you weren't lying. You were tired. Tired of the school year, tired of seeing your friends busy in relationships whilst you fell behind. Just tired. So you collected your things and made your way back to the Slytherin dorms, flashing a smile as you did to ensure your friends wouldn't worry.

"Hey y/n, is everything alright?" came a familiar voice. You looked up from your feet to see Mattheo Riddle leaning against the stone wall leading up to Hogwarts, a lit cigarette in his hand.

You looked up at him confused until he pointed to the tear that had fallen from your eye.

"Oh." you simply stated as you wiped it away, "I didn't even realise."

"What that you were crying? Must be having a shit day." he stated.

You bit your lip. You hadn't realised how bad you were feeling until Mattheo had said it, and now it was taking everything in you to not cry in front of the schools bad boy. Well, you say bad boy but you always liked Mattheo, he was always nice to you and seemed to notice things a lot more than others did, so it was no surprise he caught you having a bad day. Others may have viewed him as aggressive and brash, but you always seemed to get the side of him that was much softer and gentle. It led to you quickly developing a little fancy to the boy. A harmless crush you had explained to Daphne and Pansy, when they had caught you flirting with him in Charms. Harmless in the sense he spoke that way to any girl and would never actually develop anything more with you.

"Heyy, don't start crying on me pretty girl, what's the matter?"

Pretty girl

it took everything in you not to melt into his arms, instead everything seemed to pour out, the awful feelings of tiredness and sadness that loomed over you, the irritancy you felt towards your friends that just groaned about their boyfriends, the irritancy you felt towards school. He just listened, occasionally taking a smoke of his cigarette, but maintaining eye contact throughout.

"I get it," he simply stated when you had finally finished, "It's hard when complex humans experience complex emotions. I hear you love, that feeling of loneliness when you're not actually alone. That feeling of emptiness whilst you're surrounded by your exhausting friends. I have it too, probably worse, Draco never does stop complaining. It's probably because you're overwhelmed, take a breather, you deserve it. But you don't have to keep it in."

"I don't?" you sniffled.

He shook his head, "I'll listen. Look I have detention now, but I'll find you later yeah?" he said, tilting his head to look you up and down, "You're freezing y/n."

He took off his hoodie and helped you put it on, "Let me see a smile."

You smiled up at him as best as you could, "beautiful" he muttered before he walked into the castle, making sure to smile back at you as he did. If only you knew he continued his smile well into his detention with McGonagall.

The Slytherin dorm was barren and quiet, for most students were still in Hogsmeade. Deciding to take advantage of the empty common room, you sat down in front of the fireplace, allowing the heat to warm you up.

Mattheo's hoodie was warm and smelt like him, and you couldn't help but smile as you cuddled into it. It was interactions like these that had you thinking your feelings for Mattheo were mutual. It would never last long, you always knew the truth. Mattheo simply didn't like you back and you were fine with that. Why would he when he could have any girl he wanted, one who preferably didn't cry to him when he simply asked if they were ok. But despite that, your talk with the boy, lead you to feeling in better spirits than before.

It wasn't long before Draco, Mattheo and Theodore came back from detention.

"McGonagall definitely has something against me, detention for the fourth Saturday in a row?" exclaimed Mattheo aggressively, as he threw his tie on the sofa. You turned to see the angered boy pull out a cigarette as he leaned against the fireplace. Upon seeing you, his gaze seemed to soften, as he gently exhaled smoke.

"You shouldn't scrunch your face up in anger so much Mattheo, you'll lose your charming good lucks." smirked Draco from the sofa.

"It's his good lucks that get him in trouble. If he had stopped flirting with Lavender maybe he wouldn't've gotten detention again." Theodore chimed in.

Your heart sank. Of course he was flirting with Lavender, the boy would flirt with anything that had legs, everyone knew this, especially you.

"Shut up I wasn't flirting," he said as he flicked something at the two teasing boys, "Besides Lavender's not my type." he shrugged as he sank to seat himself facing you. He smiled at you before turning his attention back to his two teasing friends.

"Yeah don't worry we know who your type is." they sniggered.

You rolled your eyes. You knew Mattheo would never like you. You knew of his multiple girlfriends and "situationships" that he flaunted around the castle. But still, you had hoped that when he said he would come to find you later, he didn't mean he'd come with his boyish friends to brag about his girl of the day. You got up and made your way to your room.

"You two just can't keep your mouths shut can you?" Mattheo questioned the two boys.

"Hey don't blame us, if you're so in love with her than just man up and say it," complained Draco, "Instead you do our heads in."

"I'm trying ok." Mattheo grunted.

"Try harder, it's been six years already and she still doesn't know."

"She must know a bit. I try to make it obvious, I'm nice to her." he simply stated.

Draco let out an obnoxious laugh, "You're so dense, Mattheo. That's not enough. You think being nice is enough, you can't flirt with loads of girls and expect y/n to think you fancy her."

"I know, I know," he grumbled as he got up, painfully aware of his behaviour the past few years, "I'll take to her see soon."

Mattheo left the common room, deciding a walk around the castle was good for his thoughts. He knew he probably flirted too much with other girls even though it meant nothing, but that was simply because it was all he knew. See, Mattheo knew his reputation was right. He was brash and awkward with his emotions, so feeling love towards you was an obstacle he didn't know how to overcome.

You hadn't spoken to Mattheo much over the rest of the weekend, and decidedly so, for you knew that seeing him would probably put you in a worse mood. But come Monday you started feeling in higher spirits, even engaging in boy talk with your best friends.

"But Mattheo likes you y/n, he called you pretty girl and love." Daphne had said when you told her of your interaction on the way to Transfiguration. You shook your head, "He says that to everyone Daph. He doesn't like me, why would he. He probably felt bad that I was moping around Hogsmeade, it was undeniably out of pity."

She shook her head and tried to come up with a million reasons as to why Mattheo must be in love with you. Even evidencing small interactions and late night conversations that had occurred over the years at Hogwarts.

"Look Daph, I like Mattheo and I am ok with liking him from a distance, he doesn't like me back, he can't, and that's fine." you finally said as you reached the classroom.

The lesson began, and at around 15 minutes, Mattheo strolled in. You rolled your eyes at his lack of respect and watched as he took a seat next to you.

"You look like you're feeling better." he whispered.

"I am better than before." You simply replied, turning to smile at him. He returned the smile and shifted his attention to the lesson.

Half away into the lesson, Lavender slipped Mattheo a note. You rolled your eyes at the boy again. Were them two a thing now. You liked Lavender. You didn't, however, like her that much for Mattheo.

"Are you two together now?" you voiced your thoughts.

"What? Who? Me and Lavender?" Mattheo whisper shouted, clearly taken aback, "No," he simply stated, "couldn't be further from the truth."

The lesson seemed to last longer as you stared at the clock. Eventually five minutes remained and as you packed away, Mattheo slid you a note.

'Astronomy tower at 9'

Before you could question him, he had left the classroom, leaving you highly confused.

"You came." Mattheo said softly, when you eventually arrived at the astronomy tower slightly after 9. You contemplated if you should come, but after encouragement from Daphne, who seemed more excited about the invitation than you, how could you not show up.

"You asked me to."

He was sat on the balcony, and as you neared towards him, you saw that he was sat on top of a plaid blanket, amongst pillows and a few lit candles.

"What's this for?" you asked, barely above a whisper. He didn't reply, instead he simply patted at the space beside him. You did. You both sat in silence for some time until he finally spoke.

"You're wearing my hoodie."

You nodded, "It's cold."

"It is," he agreed. The silence fell again and you saw Mattheo akwardly rub at the back of his neck, "When I was younger, I had insomnia, and whenever I was awake, I'd always go our tower, you could always see all the stars." he paused to take a hit of his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he gathered his thoughts, "You were sad. I thought if the stars brought me peace they'd do the same for you."

You admired the boy in the moonlight. The boy who everyone described as brash and reckless, seemed vulnerable and innocent as you stared at him, admiring how the moons reflection traced his features, making them appear softer. His brown, heavy eyes were fixated on his fingers as he fiddled with them, and above his eyebrow was a cut, no doubtly from a fight.

"You did all this? It's beautiful, the sky, the stars." you replied. You didn't know how to reply, to be entirely honest, you had never seen Mattheo this way.

He nodded, "It is beautiful." he agreed as he finally turned to meet his brown eyes to yours. Though you would describe his eyes as dead and tired, they looked full of life as he looked at you.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his intense gaze, "What is the sky or me?"

"You of course." he smiled.

You raised your eyebrows at him, "yeah? bet you say that to all your girls. You bring them here too?"

He shook his head aggressively, "never brought any girl here other than you and I'd like to keep it that way."

You nodded your head at him, though part of you still didn't believe him. He seemed to notice this as he continued speaking,

"And, I don't have multiple girls despite what the other boys say."

"You were literally just flirting with Lavender, and I've seen you with other girls."

"Lavender was helping me with this. She comes up with her boyfriend, and was telling me when was the best time."

"Oh." was all you could say.

"Yeah oh. And I might flirt with other girls but it means nothing, it's never meant anything." he took his gaze off of you and back to the sky.

"Why not?"

"Because," another exhale of smoke, "They're not you." he simply stated. As though it was something so incredibly obvious.

"Me? What do you mean?"

"God y/n, you're not always the brightest. You couldn't tell I like you, a lot."

You raised your eyebrows in shock. Was Mattheo Riddle confessing to you. Under the stars aswell you might add, how romantic.

"Me? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I tried," he shrugged "I was nicer to you, tried to pay more attention to you, but when you didn't say anything I just figured you didn't like me back."

"Mattheo. How was I supposed to know? You act like that with most girls."

He shifted in his seat to properly face you, discarding of his cigarette as he did.

"Now you know," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss you. But you stopped him, holding your hands up to prevent him.

"And you're being serious, Mattheo? Because if I'm just another girl to you, then I don't want it."

"You're not y/n, god how could you be, you're perfect. I've been wanting you since I first laid eyes on you in first year. You're everything I need and everything I want. I love you y/n, I genuinely thought I couldn't have made it more obvious. And when you didn't say anything, i got embarrassed like a stupid boy and turned to other girls but they mean nothing, now please can I kiss you."

But you didn't let him. Instead, you threw yourself at him, pressing your soft lips to his, taking his hair into your hands, doing what you've always wanted to.

You could feel him smile into the kiss, deepening it, and bringing up his hands to rub circles into your waist.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, he pulled you into his lap and turned his attention back to the sky.

"The sky really is beautiful. Thank you for bringing me." you whispered as you played with his hands.

"It is, and you're welcome. Wanted to bring you for a while, when I saw you the other day looking all down knew I had to finally do it. Can't have my pretty girl feeling down."

There it was again, pretty girl. You had to stop yourself from melting into him again.

"I like it when you call me pretty girl," you smiled, "Do you still suffer from insomnia?"

He nodded nonchalantly, facing you as he flashed an out of character toothy grin, "Kind of. I think I'll sleep just fine tonight, though."

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