jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heโs walking with his friends.
โYou know what, guys, Iโll catch up with you after.โ
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heโd shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
โWhatโre we talking about?โ Heโd sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heโd simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
โWonderful. letโs head to class, yeah?โ
Heโd pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
โWho the fuck was that, hm?โ, โhe was practically eye-fucking youโฆgive me five good reasons why i shouldnโt have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.โ
Heโd be furious, but heโd also know that youโd never choose some other guy over him, so heโd soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
โYouโre mine, princess,โ heโd loosen his grip, kissing you softly. โSay it.โ
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnโt know.
He doesnโt necessarily stop walking, but heโd definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnโt leave, heโd tired of waiting, saying โfuck itโ, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heโd just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heโd practically take over the conversation because heโs literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youโd kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heโd just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
โAinโt no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.โ Heโd murmur against your lips. โlet that be known, right now, forever, always.โ
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heโd see you laughing and smiling heโd be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnโt want to intrude so heโd just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heโd know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heโd try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youโd quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heโs overthinking.
Heโd smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
โWho was that guy, darling?โ
Youโd tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
โDonโt worry enz, no one could ever take your place.โ
Heโd blush, trying to play it off. โSorry love, I know youโre my girl.โ
Youโd take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. โOnly yours baby, forever.โ
Mattheo Riddle.
โWho the fuck-โ
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnโt even have to turn around to know heโs there, youโd be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youโd already know exactly where this was heading, but youโd also know there was no attempting to stop him because itโs pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youโd simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
โIs this fucker bothering you?โ
Unable to help it, youโd smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
โNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-โ
Heโd heard more than enough.
โStudy notes? Yeah, I donโt fucking think so,โ
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heโd reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heโd hiss:
โBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youโll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?โ
Not interested in the response, heโd shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itโd been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youโd already know, later that night, heโd be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heโs fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heโd smirk at you. โSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?โ
Youโd just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heโd spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereโs no fucking way that heโs-
Doesnโt bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youโd know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatโs when youโd attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heโd just shrug, smirking down at you before heโd finally acknowledge the guysโ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
โMove along,โ heโd say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. โThis oneโs fucking taken.โ
As soon as he got you alone heโd be damn sure to remind you that youโre his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
โAVADA KEDA-โ
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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ft.ย harry j. potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, tom m. riddle, cedric diggory, regulus a. black + bonus: sirius black
warnings.ย might be ooc but who knows? slight suggestive, house neutral, use of 'gorgeous' but it can go for any gender. established relationship, quite long, oblivious reader (we love it), flirting, insecurities (boys)
a/n.ย so obsessed with them... song was inspired by jealous girl by lana del ray. oh and also an edit of draco LMAO // experimenting with the format, thank you to my sister for dragging me back into my hp phase.
spotify playlist ; ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐๐จ๐ฒ
๐๐ผ๐, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ป๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ, ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ...
harry j. potter
๐ผ๐ต ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐.
he probably saw someone standing beside you for a bit too long, way too long for his liking anyways.
or maybe how his hand was around your waist but he wasn't touching you, it was just lingering in the air.
maybe some random person hitting on you which, harry isn't surprised about since you are quite literally gorgeous. both in and out.
but what he IS surprised about is how this boy has the audacity to flirt with you!!!
harry side eyes them so hard. not you of course, you never do anything wrong <3
he was sitting with his friends, ron and hermione, you were meant to be sitting with him but your friends were begging for you to stay and he didn't mind, really, so you were off but within a few minutes a boy from ravenclaw decided that this was the perfect time to flirt with you.
at first he didn't understand what was happening, but when he saw him placing his ugly and dirty hands on your thigh while laughing way too hard at, what he assumed was, your joke, and saw how he looked at you, something clicked in his head.
harrys' first instinct was to rush towards you and that boy, push him out of the way and grab ahold of your arm and bringing you some place else. anywhere but there.
he trusted his instinct and did so. hermione attempted to grab his arm to sit him back down but failed. ron cheered his bestfriend on but stopped when hermione shot him a look.
harry rushed there, like speed walked over there. your friend group, you and the boy all whipped towards a very obvious angry harry.
you smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend but it faltered when you noticed how.. tense and mad he looked.
he pushed the ravenclaw boys' arm away to which he recoiled and gawped at him.
"what do you think you're doing, potter?" he sounded very offended and honestly, harry could care less.
harry didn't respond straight away, rather, looking between him and you. but every time he stared at you and saw how worried you looked he eased a bit. just a bit.
"you. stay away from them." harry stated bitterly before wrapping his arm around your waist and ushering you someplace else with you waving goodbye to your friends with a sheepish smile.
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐๐. ๐๐ผ. ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐. ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐๐.
he's gripping onto your arm tightly and you wince, he notices this and stops immediately.
but still drags you somewhere else and you notice how he's pouting and he looks so adorable :(((
you have to stop yourself from smiling from his cuteness <3
when he finally stops dragging you and stops at a somewhat secluded place you question what was wrong and he sighs.
he explains how that " stupid and ugly git" was straight out flirting with you and you're appalled!!
and he's pouty and all when he's explaining to you about his behaviour, holding your hands as he spoke which was quite adorable.
you reassure him that you love him (and will always) and you'd stay far away from that 'nasty boy'
๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ.
harry plays little.. games on him using his invisibility cloak. when you around of course! he loves it when you smile and giggle from seeing the ravenclaw boy get doused with a green slimly substance that reeks of dung.
he pulls on his cloak, places many devices on his cloak or his clothing that makes him smell.
throughout the whole year, the ENTIRE years of staying at hogwarts he will hold a grudge against him. no buts and ifs.
he does not appreciate it when someone flirts with somebody who they know is taken. know is the keyword.
๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ.
harry is used to getting attention, he has gotten publicity ever since the word of him surviving the dark lord spread like wildfire.
but he still has insecurities, like everybody. sometimes he feel that he is a burden to you, all the hate and constant questioning and invasion of privacy you're getting all because of him.
when he sees him flirting with you he can't help but feel his heart burn and ache in pain. maybe you're better off without him.
but all his worries and negative thoughts fade away as soon as your hand gently and tenderly cups his cheek, as soon as you reassure and tell him that you only love himโhis worries? gone. his doubts? where?
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ด๐น๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ.
before you were dating he was by your side or near you, giving you/everybody excuses for why he was so close to you all the time
and now that you're dating? yep, no personal space! unless you need it of course.
but ever since you have been hit on he is watching you AND him like a hawk, ready to pounce and swoop right in when he's in your vicinity.
and you understand him, so he's more than happy when you allow him to keep an eye out for you (he always did but oh shush)
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ๐ณ
harry always tried to show off his skills, ever since he laid eyes on you. and this didn't change at all when you two got together and it didn't change when that boy flirted with you
it instead, fueled his need to show off, only for you though
whether it be doing flips and tricks on his firebolt, letting you go on it while he rode it, letting you see new spells he learnt from his teachers (pretend you aren't surprised) and so on.
he shows you all the secret passage ways to go into hogsmeade and sneaks you in with the both of you two under his invisibility cloak.
he just wants to let you know that he loves you so much more than that git.
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป.
harry wont outright say that he's jealous but wont deny.
he thinks that it's silly. really? him? the boy who lived, the boy who faced the dark lord, voldemort, was jealous all because of his insecurities being triggered by some boy? no. way.
he will try to hide his red and annoyed face when you both lock eyes, making excuse that he was simply hot when it was literally snowing.
he acts like it's nothing, he hides his feelings from you, he really doesn't want to but sometimes people just don't know what to do with their feelings
it may lead to him breaking down in front of you. pull him into a hug, let him rest his head on your chest as you soothe his hair and reassure him.
๐ช๐ต๐? '๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐'๐บ ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐, ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐, ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐
ron weasley
honestly! have you seen him in gof (goblet of fire)? this guy gets ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐.
he clenches his jaw when he sees some random guy from slytherin come up to you as you're studying with your friends and just.. stand there, next to you
he hasn't done anything yet but ron knows better. harry notices how tense and agitated his bestfriend is and follows his eyes and that's when he saw a guy from slytherin talking to you, staring down at you in awe .
oh, oh. harry knows what's up now. he nudges hermione who was writing down notes from their previous lesson. she looks annoyed at first but after looking at ron before looking at you, she understands what's happening and smirks.
"ron, don't you think you should grab y/n now? you wouldn't want him to snatch them up do you, now?"
he only grunts in response and grumbles angrily before (after harry cheered him on with a grin) standing up and stomping towards you, well, more like the boy really.
"oooh, well look who it is! a weasley! what? are you here to.." his voice trails off as he makes eye contact with you. you're giving him a stern, mother look.
he bites back his words and glares at ron. "why- i can't talk about him now?" "shut it, go away, i want to be with my boyfriend now."
you can hear him mumbling something along the lines of "i can't believe this!" and "dating a weasley? they're mad!"
while the boy is walking away you could see ron smiling proudly. "yeah that's right, im her boyfriend, skedaddle you git"
๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ป, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ด๐ผ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ.
ron gets jealous very easily, and often.
all the constant teasing whenever he's around you, all the snickers he gets when he walks by with your arms looped with you as you two stroll through hogsmeade, make his head swarm with insecurities.
but naturally, it goes away when you state that you already have a boyfriend and point at him or when you straight out say that you're proud that he's your boyfriend, poor or not.
it makes him proud. he pulled someone like you, so good looking, kind and not afraid to let everybody know that you two are together.
his doubts? gone.
his heart thumps against his chest when he hears your words and it instantly reassures him, a proud smile spreads across his face as he pulls you into a hug, not caring about the stares that your friends are giving him.
๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐, ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ.
ever since getting together he has felt insecure, his status and looks.
sometimes he doubts himself, how could someone like you, ever like someone like him? poor, either average or not-so-good grades and... poor..
when he sees you talking to someone that is richer than him, much more handsome and whatnot his heart cant help but pang in pain.
you're much better off without him.
he beats himself too much honestly :((
so when your eyes lock with his and when he sees how you break into a big smile, when he sees you running towards him and jump into his arms, everything seems to fade away like it was never there to begin with.
just like harry, ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป.
ron will never admit that he's jealous. unless he gets really irritated from the constant flirting and his insecurities, then he may lash out and confess his jealousy/feelings.
he'd change topics whenever you bring it up.
"hey ron?" "yes.... love?" you can hear the worry in his voice but carry on, "do you like ever get jealous? because i feel like that one time-" "aaaaah yes, look! the owls are here!" he looks up and points at nothing.
"ron, baby, there's nothing. i think you ought to get some glasses like harry, right harry?" you quirk your brows and eye harry who lifts one finger up as he chews faster before replying, "oh yeah, definenetly."
draco malfoy
mmm yes, ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ.
the second he laid eyes on both you and the guy sitting next to you he's already plotting a plan to murder the boy.
maybe not murder but who's gonna stop him?
the worst bit was that he KNEW who it was!! it was his friend!! betrayal is what it is.
bombASTIC side eye. like he's side eyeing him so hard.
if looks could kill they'd be on the floor already ;(
draco was fine with him honestly, he was in his house and they all hated the same people.
but as SOON as he sees him sitting extremeeeeely close to you, the liking of him goes away, literally any positive feeling that he had about him is gone
not only that but he'll ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐
๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ, yes, you heard me correctly, or, saw..
he goes into the library to flip through all the dark art/magic books and everybody is looking at him because he NEVER comes into the library, unless you're there of course or when you're dragging him there to study and whatnot.
goes to professor snape as well.
"professor.. may i ask, what are one of the hexes you can bewitch on someone? .... the horrible ones, just for research sir"
honestly snape does not care and tells him, if only he knew...
and so while you're by his side just rambling about your next class he secretly pulls out his wand which is covered by his cloak, and points it to the victim and proceeds to hex him
the stinging hex
yeah.... now the 'poor boy' is literally howling in pain.
sigh, ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐..
"my father will be hearing about you!" or, "come close to y/n again and you will be met with something an eye has never seen before!"
draco, im pretty sure that your father is sick of you complaining to him about some 'brute'
and if he's nice enough, he won't hex them, he'll just warn them that he will hex them within a few weeks <333 lovely, isn't it?
๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ it's kind of scary, for everybody anyways.
he's not thaaaat clingy but when he's jealous? yeah... a WHOLE different person.
head on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his hand pressed against your back as you two walk in the hallways, so so touchy.
๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐๐๐, he tries his HARDEST to ignore you but every time he forces himself to turn the other way when he sees you waving at him with your bright and stupid smile, his heart aches.
he hates it, he doesn't want to ignore you but he's so petty.
but don't worry! it wont last forever as he gives in with your pretty face.
"ugh, you and that stupid face of yours... and no i am not calling you ugly."
๐๐ณ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป'๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐, ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป'๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐
tom m. riddle
ooouu he's fighting the urge to just crucio this person right now, he's a ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป, not to you of course, you're his cute little ball of sunshine!
unless you're not.. but! you're still so cute and bubbly (even if you aren't but shush, you are to him!!)
but alas, he can not. he would expelled if he did or worse, go to azkaban.. and of course he doesn't want to leave his cute lil lover
but it wouldn't hurt to do it secretly right...?
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ #๐ญ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐น. like WAY more hugs and pda than usual
and people (thankfully) get the hint and strays away from you.
tom always has his arm around your waist and you're practically hip to hip every day, walking through the halls, going outside, going to hogsmeade and etc.
he's keep his hand on your shoulder to make sure that everybody knows that you're his. also because he likes it there :)
hands intertwined forever!! loves the feeling of your palm against his, loves to tell the difference between your hands to his, if yours is softer, smoother, calloused, etc.
while you two are walking through the hall (hip to hip) and he *can just* sense that there's a person right behind you who has their eye on you, he slowly turns his head around but not enough for you to notice and just side eyes them like damn
๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐น! he has quite an ego but not an abnormally large one. he knows he's not ugly and never doubts himself.
(and he makes sure that you aren't doubting yourself!!)
so he never gets reaaally jealous or doubts himself when he sees someone eyeing you suspiciously.
he can control his temper but sometimes he lets some actions slip. for example: clenching his jaws and eyeing the soon-to-be-hexed-victim and not taking his eyes off of them.
and when his temper goes off the radar? now you've gone done it.
good luck, you'll need it.
๐๐ผ๐บ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐.
but not a toxic type of possessive although many people would believe him to be, but he's not!!
he would never dream of hurting you mentally or physically. he'd try to.. lets say 'mark' you.
giving you his jumper/jacket even when it's not cold, secretly giving you a few spritz of his signature fragrance on your cloak when you're not looking or distracted, giving you a few of his jewelry that he loves dearly.
just wants everybody to know that you're his :)
if you're in a different house than his he will make sure to ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ on how they should not touch you inappropriately, talk to you nicely or else, NEVER help you for assessments UNLESS you ask them, he wants to help you himself!!
tom is one clingy baby
cedric diggory
oh our precious boy :(
๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐!! he trusts you to the MAX, he knows that you will never leave him for some git guy who you barely know
cedric is pretty popular in hogwarts so that mean that everybody knows that you're his lover (unless you or he wants to keep it a secret but why would he?? he would be proud to have someone like you!)
but when cedric does get jealous... it's not so bad actually!!! he's never that jealous. well not jealous to the point where he despises them for his whole life and give them death glares, good god, never.
but when he sees a guy that he doesn't really like talking to you and leans too close to you, it pulls on his heartstrings and he hates it.
inside he's thinking "now why would you do that?! you have the AUDACITY to talk to my one and only!!!"
walks over to you two and smiles innocently and asks if you want him to walk you class as the next lesson is starting soon, you nod cuz?!?! how could you say no to your pretty boyfriend?!? and so you get up and leave the poor guy sitting beside you and hold onto cedric's arm and you two are off to class <3
๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐, i mean he can be protective when he needs to but he knows you can handle your problems by yourself. you're strong after all.
but after seeing you hang out with that guy he makes sure to subtly let them know that you're already taken (shouldn't he already know??)
swapping scarves, making sure to be by your side all the time, his hand on your waist, giving you his fragrance so that you could use it all the time (and then the guy sniffs the air and he's like "why do you smell like cedric?")
๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ฏ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ but somehow the boy just doesn't get it!!
when he asks you for help in potions class cedric butts in and offers to help him instead of you, and you don't miss the pout on his face as he turns away.
he tries to show off his skills in quidditch to which you only smile at before cedric shows up and proceeds to just make the guy look like he was a joke.
and everybody including cedric and you notices how red and angry he looks like.. calm down
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ถ๐, ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐, ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ผ๐ป. for the other boys it may take them forever to talk to you about it, but cedric? only takes about a day or so, depending on how much the boy is bothering you.
when you're away from the pestering boy and your friends he pulls you aside and talks to you about what he thinks about the guy and how he's feeling.
you understand his words and nod along, agreeing with what he said. "i'll keep your words in mind, if it makes you more comfortable i could maybe talk to him about it? maybe ignore him?"
cedric is more than happy when you do ignore him/talk to him about it.
and at the end of the day and from that very day he walks by you and cedric with a scowl and a red face.
๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐, ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐, ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐
regulus a. black
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐ด๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ. regulus always had to give everybody death stares, even if it wasn't intentional. but to you? his gaze softens, his face seems to rest, his body relaxes and his heart starts to beat fast.
so there is, without a doubt that he will give everybody death stares and dirties except you.
and it didn't change when you two got into a relationship.. like at all... so when he sees somebody stare at you for too long (over 8 seconds) he walks over to you, passing the person and giving the most death glariest of them all.
and of course they turn their head around and pretend to focus on their work.
"mm oh yes.. this and that..." and then they stop muttering once they feel that regulus is away but when they turn to look at you once more they see regulus sitting right beside you, and even though his head is turned to face you, with a soft smile on his face, they can see that regulus is glaring at them at the same time.
scary.
๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ซ, the bar is FILLED.
before you two started to date he would always be within you vicinity, some may say that it was creepy or stalker behaviour but he really just didn't want you to be bullied by his fellow slytherin so called "friends"
and the first time he saw them bully you he immediately decided, right there and then, to ignore them for the rest of his life, never help them with their homework or even interact with them. not when they hurt and outright said many hurtful things to your face.
he would be sitting beside a large tree, pretending to do his work in his book while watching you like a hawk
and when regulus sees his ex-friends or somebody/a group of people walking up to you that he deems suspicious he's quick to mutter a jinx and watch the scene unfold
many people that were around that area burst out laughing from seeing someone with jelly-like legs, and best of all, you were laughing as well!!
so you can best believe that regulus will always be there for you, jinxing whoever dares to mess with you and making sure no teachers can do a counter-curse.
๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐๐๐. just a little bit...
but he won't ignore you on purpose forever you know, he's not that mean and petty. but when he's feeling VERY jealous then he may just give you the cold shoulder, for 10 seconds aprox, or less.
๐ฎ๐ต ๐๐ฒ๐, ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐. "i will jinx you. don't make me." "come near y/n ever again and my wand might just be in my hand and i may just accidentally flick my wand, that is coincidentally pointed at you, and 'accidentally' jinx you! or worse, hex."
he even uses his house as a threat.
"as you know.. my house is slytherin, and if you didn't know, most slytherins as the people say, are death eaters. so watch yourself now. come close to y/n and don't be surprised if the dark lord appears in your room."
๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ด๐๐น๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ฎ๐๐.
he's not the type to overload you with hugs and pda, unless you like it, but when he knows and SEES that somebody is trying to flirt with you he is a whole different person.
one day you woke up, got ready, said good morning to your friends and went out of your common room where you saw your boyfriend standing right in front of you
"oh my word", "good morning, love. lets go eat now hm?" he slips his arm around your waist and keeps you close.
he's more affectionate than usual and you are not complaining.
bonus: sirius black
first of all, how dare you. you dare try to flirt with MY lover??? A for effort i guess.
๐ต๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐๐น๐ ๐ถ๐'๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ. ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ'๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐.
image this, you and sirius are sitting beside each other, hands intertwined s he kisses your forehead while on the other side sits a very lonely, miserable and jealous person who attempted to flirt with you. your side is all sunshine and rainbows while theirs are... quite the opposite.
:))) they love their life
the reason why they flirted with you was to try to maybe swoon you but of course failed as you had a boyfriend whom you love very much.
their face is all red and hot when they spot you and sirius being all cute, snogging each other with smiles on your faces, fists clenching by their side before storming offโpushing people away who stood in front of them.
just like the others ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ. a silly protective type of guy? he won't try to be intimidating or scary, okay maybe he transformed into his dog form and scared them but that was only one time!
but maybe a jinx there and there will help them get the idea. or maybe his arm around your waist will do.
๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ป๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ.
sirius is never serious (heh heh did you get it?) unless somebody crosses the line or if he feels that they are a threat to you or the relationship.
his jealousy levels are at a 3/10 but once he you know, sense that they have ill intentions the levels SPIKE. so like.. 13/10.
when you two are walking through the crowded hallway and he spots the person walking towards your area sirius is quick to change sides and leads you away from them <3
๐ฏ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐ต? not to you though, to the person.
"why, aren't you a lonely thing? do me, no... us, a favor and leave will you? you're sort of ruining our moment here."
note: if you would like to be added to the harry potter taglist pls just ask me!!ย dont be shy
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liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!
another note: ah yes, procrastinating at its finest. life has not be treating me well ngl... anyways i hope the new addition (the gifs) look well, i want my content to be nice and presentable to you guys <3 the reason why i said sirius was a bonus was bc i uhm, kind of forgot him... and that i didn't want to add him in the picture bc im lazy like that. sorry it was short also added regulus!!! yayyy
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Slytherin boys x reader (kinky shit vol.1)
lowk embarrassed because this is from my shortlived unhinged wattpad era, but here you go (i didnโt want this to just rot away in my google docs drafts), vol.2 in case youโre interested
Warnings: overstimulation kink, sexual content, no plot, mdni, yk the drill, not proof read
Mattheo Riddle:
He enjoys it so much when you continue to suck him after he just came down your throat. His tip is always hypersensitive, and he turns into a groaning and swearing mess when you swirl your tongue around it. Although he tries to control it, the occasional whimper slips through too. The feeling of pain and pleasure combined makes his swollen dick twitch in your mouth and come extremely quickly.
โFuck princess, only you can make me feel like thisโ
Tom Riddle:
He will almost always tie you up, either to the headboard, or arms behind your back. After he comes inside you, he knows that youโre still sensitive.
Since he himself is too, heโll shove three fingers in you and watch as you squirm and whimper from the overwhelming sensation. Your insides are barely able to handle the immediate penetration and start to feel like theyโre twisting. Heโll either tell you to beg for release or for him to stop. โUse your words, dollโ/โYouโre such a fucking slut for me, you deserve whatever I do to youโ/โBeg for it you desperate slutโ
You always come a minimum of three times, and he will make sure that you can barely walk afterwards. The control that he has over you just turns him on all the more.
Theodore Nott:
After you finish, heโll tell you to finger yourself and to come once more. He enjoys having the power over you and you being obedient. Of course you do what he wants, painfully so and during it, heโll control your speed and the amount of fingers. โGood girl, doing whatever I tell her toโ/โSuch a good girl for meโ/โCome on, I know you can do itโ
You also love all the praise, so you always make sure to put on a show for him.
After the pleasurable torture you put yourself through, he always gives you sweet aftercare.
Blaise Zabini:
He especially loves it when you ride him. Normally he wants both of you to come at the same time, but sometimes he tells you to control yourself a little after he came already. Then, after he came, heโll tell you to keep going at his own expense, and watches you as you use him for your own pleasure. Every time you clench around him a moan slips out as he goes completely insane from the overstimulation on his already exhausted cock. It makes him feel incredibly turned on, to be at your mercy and to be used. Yes princess, use me all you wantโ/โAll this is yoursโ/โFuck you look hot on top of meโ
Enzo Berkshire:
Overstimulation is one of his biggest kinks, so any way, shape or form of it is always extremely welcome. You make sure to do it to the point where he is completely out of breath and can only whimper under your control. After doing it, you sometimes wrap your hand around him and jerk him to come once more. At that point heโs already a moaning mess and his dick is consistently red and leaking. โPlease can I cum?โ/โYou make me feel so goodโ
Instead of your hand, you also use your mouth sometimes. You deepthroat him for maximum pleasure and you feel his hips bucking and begging for renewed release.
Draco Malfoy:
For him it involves a bit of temp play too, but after both of you finish heโll get a few ice cubes to drag out your post-orgasm pleasure. Heโll slowly drag them along your hardened nipples, all the way to your clit, holding the cube in place there. The sudden change in temperature always brings out uncontrollably loud moans from you and makes you squirm around. As soon as you move too much, heโll shove one cube inside you, which causes you to melt into a whimpering mess. โBad girls need to be punishedโ/โYou look so pathetic, barely being able to stay stillโ
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Crushing on You || Slytherin Boys
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: none
contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire
summary :: cute little loser things they do because theyโre so down bad for you. inspired by the fucking masterpiece that is ONE DAY ONE NIGHTTTT AHHHHHH by bts ofc. some of these might be creepy but I think theyโre cute
DRACO MALFOY
Itโs always an enemies to lovers for him, he literally cannot get crushes on someone unless he hates their guts
Probably cause he got daddy issue but meh, weโre not solving that today
He HATED your guts, he has literally thought of getting a hit-man on you before
Youโre his rival in every single aspect, even more than Harry is
Academics, youโre better
Athletics, youโre better
Clubs and community, youโre WAY better
He hates you and makes fun of you every single day and time he gets the chance
Even worse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all come to defend you which makes him even more mad
But overtime, his aggressive staring and cursing under his breath turned into admiration
It all started when one day during Quidditch practice, some annoying 3rd year thought it would funny to mess with Dracoโs broom
He ended up malfunctioning during practice, almost speeding into the walls of the school at astounding speeds
But luckily, you came just in time and yanked him off his broom, letting his broon get destroyed into the castle. But he was unharmed and was wrapped securely in your arms
From then on, heโs had a huge crush on you and all of his hatred turned into admiration
His aggressive stares were a bit softer and his insults had a hidden compliment in it
Everyone thinks that maybe he just feels bad and is finally regretting how rude heโs been to you, which is kinda true
Heโs always watching over you, kinda like a stalker (because he is one)
He learns your daily routine, your favorite foods, clothing brands, makeup products, skincare routine, everything
Goes as far to hire and pay different students to watch after you if heโs busy
Somehow, you never notice and just think that people are nosy
He takes his research really far though, like straight up creepy
Draco gets his hands on all of your medical history, every single thing about you
He learns what your allergic too, what your rising sign is, how much you weigh at every check up
When he finds out that youโre anemic, he crushes up pills and sneakily adds it to your food to make sure youโre healthy
Does this with other things too, like Vitamin C, iron pills, etc etc etc
But in the end, it helps you a lot and makes you feel much better
And it makes him happy to know that youโre better because of him
One day, you get asked out by none other than Harry Potter
Instantly, Draco is enraged and everything in his sight is going to die a painful death
He feels betrayed by you despite treating you like utter shit for so many years
Not the mention heโs also gotten with maybe two or three other girls
He plans to ruin your date and he succeed
He burns Harryโs outfit, posses someone to spill hot tea on you, and even goes as far to sneak food youโre allergic to into your food
The date ends with you crying back to your dorm and Harry beating himself up
From this, Draco is happy and prepares to come and play knight-in-shining armor for you
But once again, he sees Harry comforting you and giving you a tight hug
Draco is literally about to kill Harry for this, cause ainโt no way he just did ALL of that for Harry to swoop in again
โYou canโt take her! I loved her first! I love her more than your stupid four-eyed could ever!โ He shouts at Harry
So yeahโฆ. He just confessed out of rage
TOM RIDDLE
Never ever EVER will he get caught lacking for someone
This man keeps all of his lovey dovey feelings to himself, bro literally got a diary ๐ญ
But when he saw you, and just like all of those dumb movies heโs seen, he was instantly love struck by you
He never knew that this was possible, heโs instantly disgusted with himself and does his best to the diminish the crush
But it wonโt go awayโฆ youโre just perfect in every way
Heโs so frustrated that he genuinely thinks of just killing you
But, thank GOD, he decides to not kill you and just become a stalker ๐
He finds out your entire schedule and walking path just so he can get small glimpses of you
Whenever you see him or make eye contact with him, he looks at you like you killed his entire family and heโs coming for revenge
But heโs actually drooling and hearing the most beautiful classical piano in the background
He sees you as a god/goddess that blessed him with your presence
Tom has always seen himself as the chosen one, the one given enough power to destroy and fix the world
And he sees you as his future Queen to the brand new world he will make :) kinda romanticccc
Finds all of your social media and stalks it for hours
He makes one of those fake burner accounts that looks like a bot
So when he follows you, you think nothing of it
But in reality, heโs watching you in depth
Bro finds your SPOTIFY and YOUR AO3 ACCOUNTโฆ Thatโs how crazy he is
He made an entire playlist of every song youโve ever posted and mentioned
He listens to it daily :)
Honestly, heโs just like me fr
Heโs just a lil crazy and wants to know EVERYTHING about you
If you ever come up to him or are assigned partners, oh my god heโs gonna act so cold
Acts like he hates your guts and despises your existence
But in reality, heโs gonna thank every single religious figure out there for blessing him with allowing him to be in your space
MATTHEO RIDDLE
When he first saw you, he thought you were fine as hell
He was just trying to get into your pants
But when he tried to make a move, you scoffed and shoved him away
Instantly, he was attracted to you
Heโs only been rejected like twice, and both times it ended with them begging on their knees for him
He was about to do the exact same thing to you
Unlike the others, heโs the only one that shows it and actively makes a move
Constantly flirts with you, no matter the time or day
Kinda like Filipino courtingggg ๐คญ
Finds all of your classes and walks you to all of them
Even though you want to walk with your friends, he wonโt let you and always pulls you away from them
He skips his classes constantly just so he can be with you and flirt with you more
Even if you keep rejecting him or even slap him, he wonโt stop. He loves when girls play hard to get
Sends you flowers, theyโre a little bit ugly, but itโs the thought that counts
Sends you chocolates and stuffed animals to the point where a whole section of your dorm is dedicated to the pile of 65 stuffed animals youโve received
He canโt really write poems or love songs, but he sends you little drawings that are barely readable
He makes little stick figures to represent you guys, one thatโs super tall with abs (him) and another one that has hair and a triangle body (you)
Although you can barely understand his chicken scratch drawings, it makes you giggle from how stupid they are
Sometimes itโs him fighting off dragons, or you drowning and he saves you, or him being a rich king and youโre his queen
Never ever gives up on you, no matter what
Will fight off every single competition he has, he doesnโt care if they end up paralyzed
One time, someone older than you guys by one year tried to ask you out
Because he was a grade above you guys, he thought Mattheo wouldnโt fight him
But nopppeeee he was dead wrong, Mattheo sent him to the hospital wing repeatedly for a whole month
Even though the poor guy learned his lesson, Mattheo was mad that not only did he have the balls to ask you out but to also doubt Mattheoโs strength
Surprisingly, he cares a lot towards your friends as well and never leaves him out of the picture which is sweet
If you get a 100 roses from him (an almost daily occurrence), then heโll get your best friends a small bouquet of 10-12 roses in return
If you get a huge chocolate box of the most expensive chocolates, then your friends get a small little wrapped box of a few chocolates
Itโs really sweet and it makes your friends see that heโs actually pretty cool and sweet
Definitely goes around and lies to people by saying you two are dating
Eventually, everyone is fucking tired of you guys and basically sees you as a couple
One day, your friends say theyโre gonna have a girls day and ask you to meet them at this nice restaurant
But surprise! The girls lied, you got all dressed up for nothing :(
But surprise again! Mattheo pops up. Your friends set you up with him to help you two to finally start dating
THEODORE NOTT
Heโs had plenty of one night stands, weird situation-ships, and more but with you, heโs never had that
Youโve been his friend for ages, before he got hot and ripped
And he appreciated you a lot for that, he felt like he could finally be himself with someone
Over the years, heโs slowly gotten more and more comfortable with you
When he was going to bed, he thought to himself โI wouldnโt mind marrying (y/n)โ
He smiled as he said that, about to sleep until his eyes shot wide open as he repeated what he said
โI wouldnโt mind marrying (y/n)??!???!!?โ
When he realized he likes you, heโs a complete idiot
Normally with girls, heโs super smooth and charismatic - but thatโs only because heโs trying to get into their pants
With you, you knew all his tactics and how awful of a person he can and HAS been over the years
Youโve seen him cheat, yell, and sometimes be borderline abusive to his past girlfriends
He starts to worry about how you perceive him and wants to make sure he seems like a good option
He becomes so awkward around you, itโs painful
Starts to be way nicer to you than he ever has been and becomes a lot more chivalrous
He takes off his jacket and shields you from rain, if anyone teases you heโll get really defensive, he spoon feeds you at times, always pays for your lunch and dinner
Even goes as far as to take you on shopping sprees with no limit - even if you say no heโll just keep track of everything you look at and buy it for you
Gets you flowers every week and always excuses it as โthis is what best friends always doโ
You two are basically datingโฆ just without an official title
Heโs TERRIFIEDDDD to ask, heโs literally had break downs over his fear of you rejecting him
Please just confess to him yourself, Iโm not sure when heโll get the balls and confidence to do it
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
Heโs the most sane out of all of them all ๐ญ
Literally the one line from Taylor Swift, โin a world of boys heโs a gentlemanโ AHAAAAHHHHH
He gets a crush on you after you two are partnered for a long term project
Loves how smart and dedicated you are, it inspires him to be the same way
Sometimes he purposely acts dumb just so that youโll help him
Always pays attention to the small details and everything you do
Spoils you ROTTEN omg
Will take you out to go shopping with him and he whips out his black card and casually drops 25k just on clothes and makeup for you
He loves the feeling of spoiling you, makes him feel like your future husband
Praises you for everything, even the bare minimum
โWoah! I like your outfit!โ And youโre literally wearing the required school uniform
He wants to date you and call you his own, but he knows heโs a fuck boy deep down
Every time heโs dated a girl, heโs ended up breaking up with them because he canโt commit or just straight up cheating on them
Heโs very confident that he could change and be better, but he wants to be perfect before he dares you
Because he sees you as perfect :โ) and you only deserve the best
You help motivate him to become better, even though you didnโt know you did
Starts going to the gym, works harder in school, tries to be more nice to everyone
Eventually, heโll get the guts to ask you out for the Yule ball but heโll keep saying youโre going as โfriendsโ
But one day youโll overhear him and his group talking about how fat of a crush he has on you
They all tease him and call him a simp, loverboy, everything
But when he sees that youโve been listening the entire time, heโs so reddddd
Tries to hide his face and runs away, he avoids you for a little bit
Heโs so so so scared of not being good enough or even ruining his relationship with you
Heโd genuinely be okay with just being your best friend for all his life whilst loving you, even though it would hurt him so badly
Please just accept this boy ๐ tell this man heโs enough and that you love him
read more here! :D
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Omg I have a THEODORE NOTT request for you
Super duper angst hurt comfort
Theoโs dad basically hurts the reader and sends her back to Theo as a warning to stay away from such mudbloods and its just heart wrenching guilt and hurt and tending to her wounds through treat
Song: Half a Man by dean lewis perhaps?
I already have.
โฉTheodore Nott x Reader (request)
Summary: The one where Theo has the one person he loves the most hurt by his worst nightmare. Alternatively: He thinks heโd rather die than see you in pain.
A/N: I DID MANAGE TO DO IT BY TODAY!!! Iโll be responding to the next few requests soon. You said comfort but didnโt specify a happy ending ๐บ
Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, blood.
Theodore Nott never expected to fall in love.
It seemed rather bleak for him, to be honest. He didnโt have the time to think about love when he was too busy wrapped up in navigating the life he had ahead of him.
One couldn't blame him though. With his family as the only example of what love could be, he certainly didn't have a good impression.
Theodore couldnโt recall a single time when he had seen his father treat his mother with kindness or respect.
Let alone love? A truly laughable notion.
Theodore's father had not shown a single ounce of love to his wife, or Theodore. Even on that godforsaken day when Theodore had witnessed his mother die, his father had simply delivered a swift strike to his face and told him to โman up.โ
So to put it simply, The absence of love in his family cast a shadow over his perception of relationships, making it difficult for him to fathom the idea of falling in love himself.
Then you came.
You came, and god, Theodore doesn't remember how he lived without you. It wasnโt a whirlwind love, a sort of fell fast and hard, rather you entered his life like a slow and steady rain, seeping through the foundations of Theodore's life till you had consumed them completely, crumbling them down against his own will.
It rained, and you became the quiet storm, soft yet unyielding.
Love came like the easiest thing when he met you. It wasn't foreign, or a distant concept; instead, it felt like the most natural and effortless occurrence in Theodore's life. Love with you was as simple and uncomplicated as breathing, a seamless rhythm that he hadn't known was missing until you came along.
You were more than shocked when Theodore admitted he didnโt think he could ever fall in love. The boy, who loved you as though he was born to (he argues he was), who would so tenderly kiss your forehead and hold your hand, not capable of love? The one who would leave his coat for you during the winter months and bring a spare scarf because, he knew you were stubborn, and he was worried you'd get sick, not deserving of love?
You kissed him deeply and made him swear he'd never think of that ever again.
You reminisced on Theodore like some sort of lovesick fool separated by war from their lover, though it was merely only the summer holidays. Whilst Theodore would want nothing more than to come with you, his father demanded his presence back at home. You knew little about Theodore's mother, and even less about his father. Anything leading up to a conversation about them would simply result in Theodore immediately redirecting the conversation, becoming a tad more guarded for the next day or so.
Itโs not that he didnโt trust you, because he wholeheartedly did. He would place his beating heart in your hands even if you had a knife in the other, for he trusted you that much.
No, in fact, it was the very opposite. Theodore knew you, and he refused to let you ever get involved in that part of his life. He swore he would never let his father even lay his eyes on you.
He would have loved for his mother to have met you. He doesn't remember her that well, but he's sure, some sort of instinctive feeling within him, that she would have loved you.
You had been back in Hogsmeade a mere 2 days before school had started, to stockpile on some supplies for school.
Students were permitted to start returning to Hogwarts three days before school began, and you would always go back early, valuing having the near-empty castle. It meant you could settle back into a school routine comfortably, and have some time alone before school resumes.
It also gave you time to do stuff for Theodore. You didn't know much about what went on at his house, but assuming from the way heโd come back absolutely exhausted with bags under his eyes, you figured it wasn't good.
It seemed to be the same routine almost every time you'd come back - he comes over to your dorm (luckily for you, all your dormmates essentially lived in their boyfriend's dorms, as they were all friends with one another, so you had it all to yourself 99% of the time). Heโd kiss you hello and wordlessly take off his shoes and jacket. Youโd lie on your bed and heโd come lie on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He would rest his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat soothing him, as he listened to you talk about your holidays till he fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time, unburdened by his worries.
Heโd sleep, and you'd trace the furrow of his brow. You ached for the ability to just, alivieate him of everything he carried so close to him. But you knew that healing was a long journey, and you'd be there for him on the way.
You wander around a little bookstore, finding a book for you and Theodore to read. You paid for the copy, turning to leave the shop when you bump into a man.
You quickly offered a polite apology, even though his cold gaze and disdainful demeanour sent a chill down your spine.
Those eyes. They were oh so familiar to the very striking eyes of the boy you so loved. Come to think of it, the hair was the same too. Was thisโฆ..
"Watch where you're going, girl," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain
You clenched your jaw, swallowing the anger that threatened to surface. Keeping your composure, you replied evenly, "I apologize if I inconvenienced you, sir."
His eyes then flickered to the books in your hands, a sceptical look crossing his face. "You are a student at Hogwarts? What year?" he sneered.
You took a deep breath before responding, "Final year, sir."
Seeing an opportunity to shift the dynamics, you gestured towards Theodore's family resemblance. "You must be Theodore's father. The resemblance is striking."
His eyes narrowed, and he asked with an air of suspicion, "How do you know Theodore?"
You hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest. "We're dating."
Theodore's father raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and derision on his face. "Dating, are you?" he scoffed. "Tell me, girl, who are your parents? Perhaps I've heard of them."
A small smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, responding. "I doubt you would know them. They're Muggles."
His expression darkened, and a look of pure contempt appeared on his face. "Muggles? Muggles?" He snarls, taking a step closer to you.
Theodore's father's face contorted with disgust, and his voice dripped with venom as he continued, "You, a pathetic Muggle, dare to pollute my son's bloodline? You're nothing but filth, tarnishing the Nott family name with your presence."
You felt a surge of anger and fear. This is what Theodore was trying to keep from you. That his family were prejudiced against your very existence.
Without warning, he roughly grabbed your arm, his grip tightening painfully. The pain shot through you, and you winced.
"Listen closely, Mudblood," he hissed, tightening his hold. "You're nothing more than a passing fancy for my son. If you have any sense, you'll sever ties with him before you bring further shame upon yourself."
Without a second to let you answer, he releases his grip on you, spinning on his heel as he storms out of the store. It takes you a second to recuperate and process what the fuck had just gone on before you turn and quickly dash out of the store, trying to catch a glimpse of his father. Sure enough, you spot him disappearing down a narrow alley.
Before you can stop to think, you chase after him, shouting as you do.
โHey!โ You snap, closing in on the distance.
Theodore was correct in one thing. He knew you well. And he knew that if you ever knew of his father, youโd get involved.
His fatherโs long black cloak billowed behind him, disappearing down a narrow alleyway that seemed to swallow his wrath. Fueled by a mixture of hurt and anger, you hurried after him, determined to address the injustice he had just unleashed.
Desperation laced your anger-fuelled shouts as you closed the distance. His brisk pace showed no signs of slowing, and as you reached out to grab his arm, the narrowness of the alley made it easy for him to turn around swiftly.
"How dare you touch me, you wretched Mudblood!" he hissed, his eyes ablaze with hatred.
Before you could react, he unleashed a hex.
It hit you with an intensity that sent a shockwave of pain radiating through your body. The force of the curse flung you backwards, and you collided with the cold stone wall, gasping for breath. A searing pain radiates throughout your body, and you cough, looking down. It was akin to some sort of slash, as though he had hit you with an invisible thing, a clean cut on your thigh, and arm. You see a drop of blood drip down onto your skirt and, dazed, bring your hand up to your face. You feel something wet, and when you pull your hand back it has a crimson red glistening on your fingertips, and-
oh.
There was a cut on your face too.
As you steadied yourself, you felt the searing pain intensify, a burning sensation spreading from the point of impact on your arm. Theodore's father approached with a malevolent satisfaction etched across his face. He looms over you, glaring down at you.
"You'd do well to heed my warning, Mudblood," he sneers, his voice low and menacing. "Stay away from my son, or next time, the consequences will be even more severe."
He cast a disdainful glance at your injured form before straightening up, his dark cloak billowing as he walked away without a second thought.
You took a deep breath, shuddering as you braced your palms against the cobblestone floor of the alleyway. You push yourself up, wincing as you try to ignore the throbbing pain in your body as you gingerly get up.
You gather your scattered belongings and look around, seeing nothing but the near-empty village. Summoning every ounce of strength, you began to limp back towards the castle, the weight of humiliation pressing down on your shoulders.
You felt exposed. The idea that Theodore had hidden such a massive thing from you, made you feel all the more humiliated.
You keep your head down and soon enough appear at Hogwarts. It doesn't give you the happiness it usually does, rather you just want to go back to your room and change, and sleep.
It was at this moment that you were rather glad that you decided to come back early, for you can only imagine the looks you'd get if it was packed full of students.
Exhausted, and simply just over it, you make your way up to the dorm. There are only two other students you spotted on the way, but they were far too busy snogging the daylights out of one another to notice you.
It reminded you ofโฆ
Theodore.
How would you face Theodore? Did you want to face Theodore?
No, you resolved, you didnโt. You couldn't comprehend keeping such a key detail from someone, let alone the person you loved. Why he did that to you, youโd never understand.
You unlock your dorm room door, dropping your bag at the door, You look up and to your utter confusion, see Theodore sitting on your bed. He looks up at you, the smile on his face very quickly replaced with a deep frown.
He gets up, and-
oh.
Never mind.
You did want to be near him.
You really wanted to be near him.
It was stupid really. You didnโt feel like crying at all, but the second you saw Theodore, that feeling very quickly resolved into the urge to bury your face into your chest, and not stop.
So you did.
Theodore's arms envelop you, and he holds you impossibly tight. He swears every sob that comes from you chips away at his being and he soothes you, rubbing your back as he holds you.
Theodore can count the number of times he's felt pure anger on one hand. Sheer rage. The type that consumes you from the inside out. Once when he was 8, and his mother passed away. He remembers hearing his father disregard the whole thing with such cruel indifference he felt as though a fire was blazing him from the inside out. As with many young wizards his age, he did not know how to control this magic.
He ended up setting fire to the library that day.
The second time, in 1st year, when Alicia Thornsby had made a cruel remark about Theodoreโs home life.
โWell, my mother said that Theodore must have a horrible holiday. What, with his father being-โ She starts, but she didnโt get to finish.
The teachers couldnโt comprehend under what vindication a child learnt a stinging hex strong enough to permanently mar the skin of the girl, but it was the first and last time anyone dared utter a word against Theodore.
That was the 2nd, and last time Theodore had felt unbridled rage, in his 18 years of life.
That was, until today.
Because, the sight of you, with blood on your cheek, sobbing into his chest, was enough to reignite that dormant flame of anger within Theodore.
โWho?โ He manages to utter, voice strained.
You remain quiet, the silence punctuated by the occasional sniffle as you remain hidden in his chest.
He pulls back, lifting your chin. Your eyes are fixated on where the once-dried blood had washed onto his shirt, and he is fixated on you.
โWho?โ He emphasises again, his eyes flickering down to the cut on your face. He runs his finger gently along the cut, and when he watches you wince he pauses, a flicker of pain crossing his face. The sight of you wincing, even at his gentle touch, shatters something within Theodore.
You hesitate before you speak, but ultimately, the words slip out of your mouth.
โYour father.โ
The weight of those two words, "Your father," hung in the air, and for a moment, Theodore felt as if the very ground beneath him had crumbled.
His eyes widen momentarily, and he can't speak.
No, because there's a horrible feeling of fear, guilt, regret, perhaps a combination of all three, and it's lodged in his throat. Itโs almost suffocating him, he can barely breathe, and it's constricting his airways.
The image of you, the person he held dearest, broken and bloodied, collided with the nightmare he had feared for years. He couldn't comprehend the cruelty his own flesh and blood had inflicted upon you, someone he cherished beyond measure. He speaks, and his voice is so heartbreakingly soft, a mere whisper weighed down by the burden of the truth that unfolded before him.
โI'm so, so sorry.โ He utters, as though he prompted the hand that came down to hit you.
He believed he did. Because it was only by association, that you had been hurt by his father. That was why you were hurt, right?
His fault. All his fault. All his fault.
He has to take a deep breath and force himself to calm down and think.
Think.
His first priority was you. Always you. He leads you down to your bed and forces you to take a seat on the edge. You watch him as he disappears into the bathroom, reemerging with a damp washcloth in his hand. He kneels down in front of you, hesitating as he slowly lifts the hem of your skirt upwards slightly. He catches a glimpse of the gash on your thigh and that horrible feeling remerges again.
He gently wipes the cloth over the cut, leaning down to press a kiss on your skin. He mutters a few words, and with a small sharp pinch, the skin on your thigh begins to stitch up slightly. Not enough to fully heal, but to ensure it would in the future.
You donโt question how he knows exactly how to heal these wounds.
You know.
He does the same for your arm. Every second he stares at the cut, he feels his resolve shatter further and further, till he can tell whether he wants to cry or ensure the murder of his father with his own hands.
His hands come up to your face, and he lets out a shaky breath. He is ashamed to even look you in the face,
His own reflection of guilt and regret is etched into his features. He keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand, tending to the wounds inflicted upon you by the person who Theodore swore would never even set his gaze on you.
The room is filled with an anguished silence as Theodore continues his ministrations.
As he tends to your injuries, Theodore's mind is a battleground of self-recrimination. The echoes of your sobbing, the memory of your blood on his shirt, haunt him like a relentless ghost. "I'm so, so sorry," he whispers again, the words heavy with remorse as if he could somehow atone for the sins of his family.
With each stitch on your wounds, he feels the seams of his composure unravelling.
When he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, the vulnerability in his eyes is palpable. The shame he feels is evident.
You muster a weak smile, a hand coming up to cup his face. Your thumb brushes against his cheek lovingly as you speak, your voice calm.
โIt's not your fault,โ
He wants to cry.
It is. It is his fault.
Theodore pulls you into an embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth of his embrace is both comforting and suffocating, a paradox of love and guilt; a conflict that threatens to tear him apart.
As Theodore lies down with you, the weight of his guilt still hangs in the air. He holds you as if trying to shield you from the world. He utters words of apology, repeating the words like a mantra.
โI love you.โ
But amidst the soothing cadence of his voice, there's an undercurrent of resolution. The conflict within Theodore reaches its zenith, and a painful decision emerges. He knows he can't risk his father ever hurting you again. The love he feels for you clashes with the harsh reality of his future.
Theodore's grip tightens for a moment as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments of solace. Yet, with a heavy heart, the decision he has to make is almost clear.
โIt isn't your fault. Don't apologise.โ You whisper, curled into his arms.
โIt is. It's all my fault. I got you involved in this,โ He utters, as though the admission is poison on his tongue.
โIโm not a good person. I have a horrible family, and heโll want me to do horrible things, and Iโll have to do them.โ He admits, voice breaking.
โNo, you donโt. Iโm here. I love you, Theodore. I wonโt ever leave, and I swear you wonโt deal with that alone.โ You repeat, voice laced with conviction.
โI'm beyond help. Donโt give your heart to me.โ He croaks.
You lift your head up from where it was resting, eyes gazing directly into his. You remain silent for a beat, then two, before you speak.
โI already have.โ You respond.
Theodore should feel relief at those words, but he doesn't. Rather, he feels sick. Because he canโt, he won't risk you getting hurt again. He kisses you and pulls you back in, laying next to one another as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, if only for one last night.
Because there was only one thing Theodore could do to make sure his father would never hurt you again.
He had to leave you.
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Revenge? | M.R
Plot: Your bf cheats on you, what happens next ๐
(TW: NSFW)
It was preposterous. Absolutely unbelievable. You stood there watching as your boyfriend- soon to be was ex making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, which of course you obviously shouldโve.
Your blood boiled as you walked up to him, grabbing him by the collar and ripping him away as roughly as possible. You werenโt just mad, you were furious. How could he do this to you? โYou fucking pussy. You quite literally couldโve just ended things with me you prick. Iโm so done with you.โ Not giving him any more chances or pity apologies you walked away, once out of the room you ran to your dorm.
Later that night
A much needed crying session later you heard a harsh knock on your door. Without getting up or knowing who it was you whispered a charm and unlocked your door, to your surprise it was Mattheo Riddle. โY/n, you do know thereโs a such thing as a silencing spell, donโt youโ His eyes had a piercing gaze for a moment before he finished examining you, his face fell slightly yet he fixed his demeanor, slowly stepping inside and closing your door.
โEither youโre blasted, or you were crying, so which one is it.โ He said blatantly sitting down on a chair near your bed. โFuck off Mattheo, you donโt even talk to meโ You flipped over in bed, annoyed at the unwanted intrusion of your privacy. โIf you didnโt want me in here you wouldnt have opened the doorโ He sent a small smirk your way despite you not being able to see it. โIn my defense I didnโt even know it was youโ
You both sat there in silence before you reluctantly turned back over to face him, โWhy havenโt you left yetโ You sighed deeply rolling your eyes looking at him. โIf youโre really just gonna be a bitch I can leaveโ He rolled his eyes in return, beginning to stand up. Without thinking you held your arm up grabbing his instinctively โDonโt go, Iโm sorry.โ You quietly apologized causing him to slowly sit back down.
You removed your hand from his and to break the awkward silence you spoke, โMy boyfriend, well I guess now my ex boyfriend cheated on me. I literally caught him making out with her openly in publicโ I scoffed still dumbfounded as to how oblivious I was. โWhat an ass. Iโve seen him, youโre too hot for that anywayโ. His words made your cheeks blush slightly so you attempted to hide it by stretching.
โI just canโt believe he played me like thatโ I looked back at him, โYou know, we could get some revenge and have some funโ He winked at you and smirked. โAnd what exactly would this revenge entail?โ I cocked my eyebrow at him curious yet intrigued. โWell we could act like weโve been dating this entire time, pretend weโre finally โgoing publicโ, and by that I mean we full send it by making out in front of Parkinson and tell her skanky ass weโve been together so she can spill it to the entirety of this school.โ
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I mean the plan obviously needed some major readjustments and weโd need to come up with a story but it honestly could work. โAre you gonna say something or am I just gonna sit here and look like an idiot who came up with an awful planโ He shook my head in his hands catching my attention.
โYes.โ I looked him in the eyes. โWe could make out tomorrow then, but you know, I could use a bit of practiceโ he said nonchalantly , you were still making eye contact so there was no way for you to ignore this, your face was getting hotter by the second, no telling how red you were visibly. โCome on sweetheart, I have a feeling you need the practice too, donโt you?โ He smirked.
No thinking needed you just nodded your head yes, and just as thoughtless as it was for you to nod your head, he immediately launched towards you and connected your lips. A soft moan left your lips as soon as you felt his tongue enter your mouth, attempting to fight for dominance in the kiss and failing miserably. His hand came up and softly squeezed your throat causing another soft moan to escape, you covered your mouth instinctively but he ripped it away replacing it back with his lips.
Keeping a grip on your neck he parted your legs with his left arm and rested his knee between your thighs, purposefully rubbing against your heat. More small moans were coming out and you could feel him getting hard against your stomach. He leaned closer to your ear, kissing and nibbling a bit before whispering, โBe careful amor, if you keep moaning like that I might just have to fuck you alreadyโ
His knee never stopped rubbing against you, and you were more turned on in this moment than any time with your ex. You didnโt want this to end, even if he wouldnโt continue with your plan afterwards. โThen do it Matt, Fuck me.โ You looked at him and gave the best fuck me eyes You could. With zero hesitation he yanked your pants down discarding them across the room followed by your underwear. You started quickly taking your shirt off as he himself got undressed.
All of this happened in what seemed like under a minute, before your lips were back attached to eachother and he was rubbing his tip up and down your soaking entrance. โFucking hell Y/n, I knew you were hot but I didnโt think youโd have this pretty of a fucking pussyโ He began to speak but it turned into more of a moan as he sunk himself deeper and deeper into your dripping cunt. โFuck, and youโre drippingโ He moaned once fully inside.
You couldnโt help but let out a loud moan, needing to adjust to the big size. He looked so hot above you too, especially being able to see his abs from your angle โOh my god! Please keep goingโ You looked at him, already needing and begging for more. โShit youโre so perfect. Iโm going to ruin this fucking pussyโ He whispered the silencing spell quickly before he began to harshly pound into you. Louder moans than before began filling the room as his aching dick fucked in and out of you.
He pulled out and got off of the bed, yanking you to the edge and flipping you onto your stomach. โPut your ass up for me princessโ He smacked your ass harshly making you moan, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at that. You were scared he mightโve wanted to do anal, yet you obliged nervously arching your back. Without warning he slammed into you, definitely hitting your cervix. A pain and pleasure induced moan left your lips and that only fueled his fire.
He kept going at a relentless speed, your eyes began rolling back and you couldnโt hold back any noises even if you tried. You felt yourself starting to unfold, your stomach tying in knots as your release inched closer. โIโm so fucking close Mattheo fuck fuckโ You could barely get your words out, they were more like whimpers and screams. โCum all over my dick, Iโm not done with you yetโ He slapped your ass which sent you over the edge.
You were seeing stars, your body was beginning to shake as he pounded into you, his arm reached under and began rubbing over your previously teased clit, it was already swollen and sensitive and you couldnโt control anything. Tears started to roll down your face as you came all over his dick, tightening around him making him moan more and more.
Your body collapsed down but he picked you up by your hips and kept going, his thrusts got slower but they were still deep and consistent. The overstimulation was driving you insane, it was something you didnโt know you needed. He pulled out and flipped you back onto your back. โIf im going to cum, and if itโs going to be because of you, then I need to see your gorgeous face and these amazing fucking titsโ He smirked at you and slowly thrusted back inside of you before grabbing your boobs and putting your left nipple in his mouth sucking and pinching the other.
Your walls clenched around his dick once again, and you felt another orgasm coming, this time it was more bearable yet you were still so overstimulated and turned on you were a moaning mess. He started speeding up and picked his head up to look at you, his hand stayed on your boobs massaging them and pinching your nipples but he was close. Even though itโs your first time together you could tell.
His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, he threw his head back moaning and throwing around curse words, with a few more hard thrusts you felt his thick cum coat your walls and as he pulled out slowly the warm substance dripped out slowly. โFucking hellโ You sighed completely laying back exhausted. โSo, we still on for the plan?โ He winked.
I rly hope this is good but tbh the more I read it the more I donโt like it ๐ญ๐ญ
Also! I feel like lowk this would be a good mini story/ series? Like the actual revenge and such, maybe them getting into a relationshipโฆ who knowssss. But itโs only a thought Iโd need your feedback!!:)!!
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Hey!! Idk know if you are taking requests right now but can you write a Theo x Hufflepuff reader imagine where the reader is always telling him to make friends from other houses. He finally does make friends but with a beautiful Ravenclaw and starts spending more time with her. The reader starts feeling insecure and ignores Theo. He soon realises that she is ignoring him and talks to her.
Btw I love your writing and can you please tag me if you do write it?
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Theodore Nott x reader
Warnings: Swearing, allusions to sex but no sex.
Description: The reader wants Theo to make more friends but when he does, she becomes insecure about their bond.
Sorry this took so long to get out, I'm in the middle of my final exams of high school so I don't have much time. I enjoyed writing this one. Thanks for the request @orphicmortala
โItโs sad, Theo, youโve got, like, no friends!โ You said as you tried your best to remember how to tie your yellow tie.
โWhat do you call Malfoy, then?โ Theo asked from the bed.
โAn accomplice,โ you replied with that unique snark that Theo loved about you, โYou need friends from other housesโ Friends that arenโt just me.โ You added those final words hastily before he could open his mouth in protest.
Theo rolled his eyes and beckoned you over. His hands glided over the folds of your tie with expertise, undoing the mess of a knot youโd created in order to do it up properly and perfectly. When he was done, he looked up at you with his gorgeous, oceanic eyes and the corners of his mouth where both his beautiful lips connected turned upwards. You uttered your thanks quietly as you resisted the primal urge to just not go to class at all and instead spend the whole day with him. Your mind wandered off to imagine being stuck between Theoโs checkered emerald sheets, but you brought it back to reality.
Fending off your lustful desires as well as a nun would, you bid adieu to Theo and hurried out of his room and the Slytherin common room. On your way out, you dodged the teasingly crude jokes and names that Theoโs friends tossed towards you and told Pansy that she was no better than yourself (youโd seen the way she snuck out of that empty classroom after Draco a couple days earlier, her hair and clothes all dishevelled and her thighs rubbing together uncomfortably).
The whole day, Theo dwelled on your words. While you werenโt exactly dating or in a relationship, he always found himself bound to your every word and every whim. You seemed to dictate his life in a way that you certainly shouldnโt, but he couldnโt help but listen to you. So, in Arithmancy, he didnโt sit next to Blaise as he usually did, instead electing to sit with Lisa Turpin, a Ravenclaw girl heโd seen you talk to a few times.
She looked at him in confusion, โDid you need something?โ
He withheld the instinct to say some snide remark and instead replied, โI thought Iโd make a new friend today.โ
โOn some random Tuesdayโฆ in our Sixth year?โ Her face contorted to expose her obvious disgust.
โMerlinโs cock and balls, Iโm trying to be nice, Turpin!โ Theo frowned and picked up his bag to go sit elsewhere.
Turpin grabbed his wrist as he stood up and her lips made a thin line as she pulled him back down to the seat. Her brows knitted together like a homemade sweater and she breathed out a sigh of defeat.
โNo, itโs okay, sorry,โ she said, โSit here if youโd like.โ
Over the next week, Theo made some serious efforts to get to know Turpin despite his friendsโ obvious, loud verbal opposition. After that first Arithmancy class, Blaise had practically torn him to shreds with his massive speech on house loyalty and the horrible impact that you were clearly having on him. Daphne had recited the same speech her mother had given to her on her first day of her first year at school about how interrelations with students from the lesser houses was a gateway drug to blood sympathy (sheโd given him the same speech when he started his little thing with you). And Pansy, Merlinโs beard, Pansy was furious.
Pansy had constructed this whole idea in her mind that you hated that Theo was talking to Turpin. She called it โcheatingโ which Theo had adamantly disagreed with. He wasnโt having sex with Turpin, in fact, he had absolutely zero romantic interest in her. He barely even liked her. The only thing the two had in common was Arithmancy and every time they hung out they talked about it until there was no more Arithmancy to talk about. It was, quite frankly, boring. Turpin was boring.
โItโs emotional cheating,โ said Pansy in a huff as she and the others started towards the Great Hall for Monday breakfast.
โEmotional cheating?โ Theo asked skeptically.
โYes, Nott, emotional cheating,โ she nodded, โAnd itโs hurting Y/nโs feelings. Thatโs why she hasnโt spoken to you all week.โ
His gaze snapped to focus on Pansy whose black eyes were ablaze with the feminine rage of a girlโs best friend, โHow do you know she hasnโt spoken to me all week?โ
Pansy smirked, her honey red lipstick bright against her pale skin, and shrugged. She knew you hadnโt spoken to him all week because you wouldnโt shut up about it. In Divination on Wednesday afternoon, youโd all but assaulted Pansy with questions about Theoโs newfound interest in Turpin. All of which Pansy had no helpful responses to.
โIs he flirting with her?โ You asked.
โMaybe, I donโt know, itโs not like they sit with us,โ said Pansy, struggling to focus on the crystal ball with all your chatter.
โWhy not? Why donโt they sit with you? Are they trying to be private?โ You pushed almost frantically.
โUh, possibly? Honestly, I just think he knows we donโt like her,โ she explained.
โWhy donโt you like her? Is she a bitch?โ You frowned and then quickly added in a judgmental tone, โOr are you just being blood supremacists?โ
โIs she a mudblood?โ Pansy stopped working to stare at you.
You smacked her hand and she hissed, โI donโt know her that well. Donโt say that.โ
When Theo and his friends finally arrived at the Great Hall, he searched the tables for your face. While most people usually stuck to their houseโs table, you were a social butterfly and loved to flutter from table-to-table to talk to all of your many friends. Sometimes he wondered how you werenโt a prefect despite your popularity and the respect the younger years gave you. His eyes found Turpin first and she beamed and waved him over, but he blatantly ignored her. Pansy and Daphne watched on with delight as the girl cringed with embarrassment and turned back to her meal with bright red ears.
A spot of h/c hair floated above a robe lined with yellow and he abandoned his friends to go to you. You were standing at the end of the Hufflepuff table (not an unusual place to find you, but your favourite table was always the Slytherin one), and you were utterly consumed by a tale you were sewing for your housemates Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletchley.
โY/n,โ Theo spoke and his deep, smokey voice tore you straight out of your conversation, โCan we talk?โ
Your eyebrows quivered and your blinking sped up as you took his appearance in for the first time all week. You hadnโt gone so long without speaking to him in at least three years (you got into an argument in your third year about the petrifications) and hearing his voice and seeing him so close was like throwing a former alcoholic into a sea of wine. There was nothing you wanted more than to indulge in him. But Hannah and Justin were glaring at him like hawks, or guard dogs, whichever was more intimidating.
โUm,โ you glanced back at your friends and Hannah shook her head slightly, sheโd never much liked Theo, โSure.โ
Hannah rolled her eyes and whispered something barely audible to Justin. Something about a โlove-fucked pushover.โ You ignored her. Theo took you to a pair of seats far from any prying ears and held your hands in his.
โYou know I donโt like Turpin, right?โ He said quietly.
You scoffed, โYeah, right. And thatโs why you spent all week with her.โ
โI spent all week with her because you told me to!โ He laughed with salt that spread itself over your wounded heart.
โDid I just? Because I really donโt remember saying โHey, Theo, you know how I like you so much? I actually want you to go talk to another girl,โโ you said sarcastically.
He held back a grin as best he could but the amusement glistened in his eyes and on his rosy, mole-spotted cheeks. His hand came up to your brow and massaged the frown out from between your eyebrows as you fluttered your eyelashes at him in the way you knew made him melt inside.
โI wanted to make friends for you,โ he told you with that soft, romantic tone he used in bed.
โDonโt,โ you ordered, โYouโre Theodore Nott, you arenโt supposed to be friendly.โ
For the first time in a week, he got a good look at you. He hadnโt realised how much he missed the sight of your h/l h/c hair and the way it framed your stunning face so perfectly that you appeared to have stepped right out of a portrait. He hadnโt realised how much he missed how your eyes, an elegant e/c and perpetually glossy as if always on the verge of tears, examined every centimetre of his face. He hadnโt realised how much he missed doing your tie up for you until he saw it tied like a bow around your neck.
โIโm friendly to you,โ he said as his hands pulled at the end of the tie and it fell apart over your chest.
โAnd thatโs all you need, I think,โ you whispered pleasantly and pressed a loving kiss to his lips as he looped the tie around itself twice and pushed the end through the gap, tying it perfectly.
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A Green and Silver Ring (Mattheo Riddle x Reader)
An arranged marriage between you and Mattheo, one that might lead to something beautiful
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I know I haven't posted in a long time but I have a plan trust the process. Also, this is me coming out and saying that I love Mattheo Riddle and he's amazing
Warnings: Swearing, bad and manipulative parenting from both Mattheo and readerโs parents, a lot of misogyny (a bit from Mattheo but he gets better by a lot and itโs not that bad), arguments, Tom isnโt Mattheoโs brother and Tom is a creep, arranged marriage, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, greek mythology reference, talk of kids, needing kids to carry on family lines, and kids. Mistress is the feminine term for master (so reader isnโt Mattheoโs side piece when I refer to her as mistress), old timey talk a bit, reader is a bookworm
From the desk of Ginevra
My dearest friend,
My parents have informed me of your engagement. I was ecstatic, yet surprised, when I heard the news. I was of the assumption that your parents were allowing you to choose your husband as your family line is secure in your brother and his wife. Yet, once I learned who your husband-to-be is, I was trepidatious.ย
My thoughts are with you, my darling friend, and I pray for you to write to me the moment you get my letter.ย
I hate to break the news, but you and your fiancรฉ are the talk of high society. Never before have two such families been intertwined. Even I have had to scold my brothers for their gossip. They seem to forget that our families are close friends.ย
I do not ask why your parents have made such a decision. I know they are intelligent adults and surely must have a motive, but I admit that I am blind in that regard. Your engagement seems sudden and unwarranted to me. When questioned, my mother sighed and said I would understand when I grew older. My mother continues to baffle me. I have borne two children and a third on the way! If I am not mature now, I better gain some knowledge quickly.ย
Always remember that I am by your side. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you. I am sure Harry will agree.ย
I love you, my friend.
Ginny
From the office of Lorenzo
Miss. L/n,
I believe weโve never been formally introduced. Iโm saddened to say that this letter is as formal as weโll get - at least until your wedding. I am sure you must be taciturn and mercurial as of now. My father has told me much about you and I believe weโll make excellent friends and confidants in our hectic world.ย
Youโre to be my new half-sister, arenโt you? My relatives and friends are petulant to meet you.ย
Before any rumours (either about myself or your fiancรฉ) hit your ears, Iโll put a rest to them. Bellatrix, your fiancรฉโs mother, had an affair with my father. They produced me and in return, I have the privilege of being your fiancรฉโs half-brother.ย
Being a bastard child, Iโm no stranger to being ostracised and ridiculed. To be blunt, Iโm sure that you will be ostracised alongside me and I believe that is one reason we can connect.ย
For rumours of my half-brother, I simply say this: do not fear him. He relishes in the consternation he places in other people, yet when he heard he was to marry you, I saw panic in his eyes like no other. It seems the tables have turned. He is hesitant to be wed, but you are not the problem. He simply doesnโt want to have the responsibility of anotherโs life on his. Your fiancรฉ is used to belittling people - not supporting them as a husband should.
Any questions you have about your fiancรฉ and my half-brother (whom in case I didnโt make clear, are one and the same), refer to me without any qualms. I am eager to meet you and hopefully make your transition into the Riddle family smoother.
I am well aware you have also lived your life in the upper echelons of society. But, as Iโm sure you know, there are multiple circles in our complicated community. The L/ns, the Weasleys, and the Potters, for example, have grown their fortunes truthfully and innocently. They have earned the respect of their people and those whom they employ. The Riddles, Blacks, and Berkshires, on the other hand, have climbed the ranks in unconventional means and by skipping a few rungs on the ladder. They thrive and make their living on the terror and duress they cause those under them.
Iโm looking forward to making your acquaintance.
Lorenzo Berkshire
P.S. I hope I havenโt scared you off.
From the office of L/n
Daughter,
Youโll be pleased to hear the engagement has gone through. Your mother and I met your fiancรฉ last night. He seems like a nice man. He will be able to provide for you. His family is influential.
We will return home late tomorrow evening. You will depart for Riddle Estate in a week. Begin packing.ย
Your father
From the desk of Ginevra
Y/n,
You worry me with your lack of communication. Usually, you canโt wait to gossip with me. We have such fun at dinners and balls, yet with the most important aspect of yourself, you donโt respond. Iโm simply worried, my friend. Are you alright? I can envision you curled in your bed, not letting anyone, even your nursemaid, into your room. Please do not let your impending marriage affect your state of health. It will turn out alright. Everyone I know (even me!) had apprehensions about their marriage. And with everyone I know, it turned out alright.ย
Misters Sirius and Remus visited Harry and I the day before last. They came to see James and Albus, but I know there was a hidden reason as well. They know of our friendship and came to ask if the rumours are true. As much as my husband adores them, Sirius in particular can be prone to gossip. The pair tittered and tsked when I told them of your fiancรฉ. Sirius wishes to distance himself from his family, and I know he has pre-existing thoughts of the Black family, and by extension, the Riddles.
Sometimes I take a moment to gaze at the family tree upon my drawing room wall. It is full of interconnected lines and squiggles that sometimes, it makes my head hurt! The web of family ties is complicated and if weโre not somehow related already, I know that we will be once your marriage takes place. It seems the Black family spreads its roots into the Weasley family and the Riddle family- the latter of which youโll soon be synonymous with.
Give yourself some grace. Your fiancรฉ falls far from the tree; I am sure of it.
Please write to me. I need to make sure my closest friend is doing well.ย
Best wishes,ย
Ginny
P.S. Hermione wishes to inform you that, from what sheโs heard, your Mr. Riddle is quite attractive. I have yet to hear any of the rumoursย myself, but at least your husband will be pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it will make the marriage more bearable.ย
***
Mattheo strode leisurely through Riddle Manor. It was one of the many estates his family owned, and it was soon to be officially his. Just as soon as he married the L/n girl.
The manor was spacious, which Mattheo couldnโt help but detest. How was he and a wife supposed to fill this void of empty rooms and dark halls? He knew servants and cooks would move in, but they wouldnโt occupy the dozens of upper rooms that were vacated.ย
For a brief moment, Mattheo couldnโt help but envision a set of children running around the halls. One of the children would run up to him, shouting, โPapa! Papa!โ Mattheo would scoop the child up, grinning, and would carry them to their room. The room would be bright and cheerful, and maybe, just maybe, you would be sitting on a settee, cradling a newborn or helping an older child with their school work.
But for now, the room was dark and uninviting and he had yet to meet his future wife. He had seen a portrait of the L/n family and while they were in lavish, colourful clothing, Mr. and Mrs. L/n seemed cold and stoic - just like his parents. The children, an older son and younger daughter (whom he presumed to be you), seemed kinder and by their body language, Mattheo could tell that the two siblings were close.ย
Mattheo slowly made his way down the hall. There were three wings of the manor; two were residential and the other was designed for taking guests. The East Wing - in which he and Miss. L/n would stay - was also fit with an office for him. He was expected to take over half of the family business once he got married. The West Wing would remain empty for now, sans for a large library and the furniture in the bedrooms.ย
The boy knew that his bride was to arrive later that day. She would stay at Riddle Estate until the end of the week. Just three short days before they were to be wed in name. Mattheo would move into Riddle Manor tonight, giving servants time to wipe the dust off of tables, shine the silverware, and fluff the pillows.ย
Mattheo walked the halls of his new home. His mind was devoid of any thoughts. Perhaps it was simply because he was always numb. Even when he heard of his engagement, Mattheo didnโt make a fuss. He didnโt remember thinking anything. Nothing such as โOh, I canโt wait to meet her!โ or even, โI canโt believe mother and father are arranging my marriage! She better be obedient.โย
No, Mattheo had thought nothing of the sort. He had spent his childhood quietly observing his father and mother, noticing the amount of fear they could inflict on people just by silence. You didnโt have to be loud and dramatic to be powerful. You simply couldnโt be afraid to follow up on your promises - however deadly they were.ย
The only question Mattheo had asked when Bellatrix informed him of his engagement was, โand what do we gain from the L/nโs?โ
Bellatrix had shot him an callous and apathetic look. โDo not ask questions you neednโt the answers to, boy.โย
Mattheo had glowered, but shut his mouth.ย
As he neared the foyer, Mattheo couldnโt help but think how marriage was a component in all aspects of his life. When he got married to the L/n girl, he would inherit a portion of his fatherโs estates, company, and wealth. Mattheo chucked to himself. Maybe he shouldโve gotten married sooner.
***
โPray tell, why werenโt you here when she arrived?โ Bellatrix snarled as she gripped Mattheoโs arm. Her nails dug into his suit as she dragged him towards the drawing room.
โI was busy,โ Mattheo replied harshly. Love was not a thing that came instinctively to his family.ย
โDoing what? Planning your suidide?โ Bellatrix scoffed. โI would march to the Underworld and choke Hades to bring you back.โ Mattheo glanced down at his mother, hesitantly surprised. But he knew better than to raise his hopes and dreams. โWe need this contract with the L/nโs,โ Bellatrix continued and Mattheoโs jaw ticked. Of course. She didnโt love him; she never had. Her son was purely business. He shouldโve known better.
โMaybe if you would tell me what the L/nโs provide for us,โ Mattheo pulled Bellatrix back before she threw open the door to where you were. โThen I would be more complacent.โ
Bellatrix sneered. โYou think youโre smart, boy. You think you have everything figured out in that pretty little head of yours. But remember: youโre nothing without the Riddle family name backing you up.โ She paused and licked her lips. โBut if you must know,โ Bellatrix sighed, giving into Mattheo. โThe L/nโs just came into some veryโฆ lucrative land that we could gain from if you marry Miss. Y/n L/n.โ
Mattheoโs eyes flickered to the drawing room door. After a moment, he asked, โis that her name? Y/n?โย
Bellatrix stared at him, aghast. โYou didnโt bother to learn her name?!โ She scoffed. โWith a son like youโฆโย
She pushed open the drawing room doors and Mattheo trudged after her, muttering, โat least I know her name now.โ
You had been waiting for seven minutes and thirty nine seconds in the drawing room of Riddle Estate, the trackage of time dependent on the old grandfather clock standing ominously in the corner. Its pendulum swung back and forth continuously as its second hand ticked by. Mrs. Riddle had left seven minutes and thirty nine seconds ago to fetch her son.ย
While the room was perfectly clean, not a speck of dust on even the highest chandelier, it was still a cold and morose room, yet oddly epochal. The wood was the darkest mahogany you had ever seen and the lights cast odd shadows on the dark green wallpaper that had inlays of gold.
Your teacup that you were trying to hold steady was filled with a sad excuse for tea. There was a ring of gold around the mouth of the teacup. On the table beside you, a notch that looked as if someone dug a knife into the surface caught your attention. It was the little things like this that you noticed when you had nothing else to do. Your mind was trying to distract you.
The door then swung open and there stood your fiancรฉ, his stare daring you to oppose him.
โUh,โ you stood, your teacup and saucer still in hand. You quickly placed them on the table, right over the knife nick. โY/n L/n,โ you introduced yourself. You bowed your head in an informal curtsy.ย
Mattheoโs eyes flickered over your face. โMattheo Riddle,โ he said coldly. His voice was practically velvet. You didnโt mean to look him up and down, but you couldnโt help it. He was to be your husband, after all.
Mattheoโs hair coiled at the end and his eyes were just as dark as his curls. His nose had a scarred cut on it that looked as if it was just beginning to heal. Your fiancรฉs cheekbones were practically sculpted from marble and for a moment, you believed that the gods had simply breathed life into a statue. Did this make you Pygmalion and Mattheo Galatea?
If it werenโt for their lethal eyes and stern posture, perhaps more would be friendly to the Riddles.
Mattheo spoke, โyouโre to be my fiancรฉe.โ It wasnโt a question.ย
โYes.โ You had the urge to add โsirโ at the end, but you bit your tongue.ย
Bellatrix hissed something to Mattheo and thrust a small object into his hands. Mattheo rolled his eyes and stalked towards you. โMy family ring,โ he grumbled. He held out an intricate silver ring with three bands interweaving. A green jewel cut into a thin diamond shape sat steadily in the middle. โIt has been in the Riddle family for generations. Itโs tradition to pass it down to the wife of the firstborn son. And now that is youโฆโย
He trailed off and handed the ring to you, it laying flat on his palm. You took it from him, trying to minimise contact with Mattheo. You nodded in thanks and slid it into your ring finger.ย
It seemed too concrete to fathom.
Mattheo stared at the ring on your finger. A muscle jumped in his jaw. โMyโฆ wife,โ he murmured halfheartedly.
***
Three weeks had passed since the wedding and it was as if you had never gotten married in the first place. Yes, it was unsettling to wake up in a bed that wasnโt your own next to a man that you were supposed to call your own. But other than necessary, Mattheo had hardly uttered a word to you.
In the three weeks you had stayed there, you had seen Mattheo a total of twenty eight times, including mornings and nights when you were forced to sleep in the same bed.ย
Your mornings, afternoons, and nights were all incredibly boring. You took long meals, pushing your food around. Sometimes you just sat by the window and watched the wind blow bits of grass and dirt past the window. The servants were still extracting the dust between the couch cushions and you tried to stay out of the way, but it only made you feel more isolated.
Mattheo was holed up in his office day in and day out. He had now inherited a large portion of his fatherโs company and Mattheo was determined to uphold the honour bestowed upon him. He had drafted contracts, sold and bought land, and even hosted a few dinner parties for his associates.ย
You detested the dinner parties. Thankfully, Mattheo had yet to invite you to one - hell, he had yet to speak to you about the dinner parties. You had learned of the first dinner party when you had wandered downstairs one late evening because you were thirsty. You had stared at the group of strangers, all dressed in elegance, as they stared back at you in your night clothes. Not saying a word, you had sighed and returned upstairs.
You hadnโt been eager for the marriage, but wouldn't it befit Mattheo to show some affection? Or at least acknowledge your presence?
While you had continuously tried to get your husband to open up to you, his answers had been short and venomous.
It had been a long, monotonous day for you. You had returned to the master bedroom about two hours earlier than you normally would have if you were at home.
With the wealth that you came from, the opulence was sure to be evident, but you had underestimated the Riddle familyโs prestige. When Mattheo had first shown you your shared bedroom, you had to allow a flicker of surprise break through your facade. The bedroom was larger than any room in your old home and had a large bed in the middle. The lamps on the bedside table were always dimly lit and the design of the room was the same as the rest of the house - dark and bereft of love and care.ย
Your hair had been brushed enough, but you kept brushing simply for something to do while Mattheo finished up in the bathroom. Mattheo walked out of the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist. His curls were plastered to his forehead and a bead of water ran down his sternum.
Your eyes flickered to his figure through the mirror, taking in the dips and curves of Mattheoโs muscles as he silently got ready for bed. You tore your gaze away, berating yourself.
You built up your courage and tried to think of a conversation starter. You commented, โmy parents wrote to me today.โ After no reply from Mattheo, you continued, โthey asked me when we would give them grandchildren.โ You set your hairbrush down and stared at Mattheo through the mirror, looking for some sort of reaction.
Mattheo hummed noncommittally and put on some sleep pants. He used his towel to begin drying his hair. โIt would be behoove us to produce some heirs,โ he spoke. His tone was dismissive, as if children were nothing more than an obligation or duty to fulfil.
โRight,โ you muttered, knowing that an uninterested reaction was all you were going to get out of him.ย
You stood and moved towards the bed. โGoodnight,โ you whispered, turning off the bedside lamp and tucking yourself into bed. Mattheo was still putting on his nightclothes and had yet to get into bed.
As you turned off the light and got into bed, Mattheo finished drying himself off and slid into his own pyjamas. He sat down beside you, but didn't bother turning off his own lamp. Instead, he laid against the headboard, reading a book. "Goodnight," he finally mumbled, not even looking at you.
You curled into your blanket. After a moment, you asked quietly, โwhat book are you reading?โ
He looked at you over the top of his book. "None of your business," he replied curtly.
You simply uttered, โokay.โย
Mattheo felt an unwanted and unusual feeling root itself deep in his stomach. He scoffed and said sarcastically, "fine. Go ahead and keep asking questions all night long if it amuses you so." He opened his book again and pretended to read.
A longing and lonely pang resonated in your chest at his harsh words. You didnโt respond and instead turned your face into your pillow. You had known that your marriage was to be loveless, but it still hurt at every unspoken word. Perhaps, if you had been five years younger when you married Mattheo, your spirit would still be alive with the juvenile belief that you could stand up to him.
Mattheo huffed and his gaze turned up to stare at the wall ahead of him. โIf youโre so miserable, then why donโt you just leave?โ he snapped, not even bothering to hide his bitterness. โI am sure your family would simply love to have you back.โ He flipped another page in his book, not even bothering to look at the printed words.
โI never said I was miserable,โ you answered quietly, even though Mattheo knew it wasnโt true. Perhaps, though, you believed it to be true. You took a steadying breath, closing your eyes.
Your husband smirked and leaned against the headboard. โWhat do you call your attitude, then? Why are you so downtrodden and defeated? Surely, you canโt blame me for being frustrated by it.โ He knew that he should be taking account of making you feel this way, but he still tried to justify his behaviour.ย
โGoodnight,โ you reiterated.ย
Mattheo sighed dramatically. โWhatever,โ he grunted. He closed his book, threw it on the nightstand, and turned off his lamp. The room was encased in darkness except for the dim moonlight coming through the window. He shifted towards the edge of the bed, making sure a noticeable gap was between the two of you.ย
He thought back to your conversation. โWhy donโt you just leave?โย
It was too late now to apologise.
***
Mattheo let the door swing shut behind him, returning to Riddle Manor after an outing with friends. He glanced around, waiting for a servant to take his coat, but no one answered. An eyebrow cocked, Mattheo slowly walked up the stairs, hearing you instruct the servants on something, every other sentence of yours either containing, โpleaseโ or โthank youโ. Up on the landing, he found you directing a servant who was pulling a rack of your clothing. โWhat the hell are you doing?โ he demanded. โHave you lost your damn mind? Are you trying to send a message or something?โย
โYouโve made it perfectly clear that you have no interest in me, so Iโm trying to make this marriage as civilised as possible,โ you said diplomatically. โI believe that if I move to the West Wing and leave you in the East Wing, it will benefit our marriage.โ
โWhat exactly do you hope to accomplish with this piteous attempt at attention?โ he asked rhetorically. โDo you think itโll make me want you more?โ He stuck his tongue in his cheek, grinning incredulously. โYouโre delusional if you think thatโs even remotely possible.โ He stepped closer to you, towering over you with anger in his eyes. โThis is not some game, L/n. This is marriage. Youโre stuck with me whether you like it or not.โย
โIโm aware that weโre married, Riddle,โ you retorted. โAnd donโt refer to me by L/n anymore. I am now a Riddle - just like you. However, I am not going to live in a state of constant sorrow and dejection. Having a wing of the mansion to myself may help.โย
Mattheoโs jaw tightened as he stared at you, irritated by your resistance. โFine,โ he growled. โBut donโt expect me to come running after you when you decide you want attention. Youโre on your own now.โ He turned away from you and walked into his now solo bedroom. โJust remember - this is your choice.โย
You felt your anger inflate. โI thought you would like this!โ Your voice rose and you tugged a hand through your hair. It was the first time in your marriage that you had fought back. โI have done everything I can to please you, yet nothing is enough for you!โ Your voice turned desperate. โWhat do you want from me?โ
He stopped in his tracks, turning around with surprise and disgust on his face. โDammit, Y/n! Donโt yell at me like that!โ His voice thundered, stepping towards you. โI never asked for any of this! I didnโt ask for a wife or for you to try so hard to please me! All of this is ridiculous.โ His hand slashed through the air to make a point. โAll I want is some space. Space to figure out what the hell I want. But letโs make one thing clear: I donโt care about you.โ
โAm I not giving you space?โ Your fists clenched at your sides. โI am moving out of the bedroom and out of your way. Yet, you erupt at me and get angry over nothing! You send me mixed messages and I donโt know what to do.โ
Mattheo took a breath, trying to regain control over his emotions. โI am not erupting! Lord, you are so sensitive!โ he snapped, running a hand over his face. โCanโt you listen for once? I am not sending you mixed signals. I am trying to figure out my place in this unorthodox situation weโre in.โ
After a beat of silence, you asked firmly, โdid you talk about me?โ After seeing a flicker of confusion on his face, you clarified, โwhen you were out with your friends, did you talk about me? Did you rant about how annoying I was? Did you complain about marriage?โ
His lips parted before taking a breath. โYes, I talked about you,โ he admitted begrudgingly. โI complained about how frustrating I find you and how frustrated I am with my parents for arranging this senseless marriage.โ
โWhat did they say?โ you insisted. โDid they sympathise? Did they laugh at me? Did they add fuel to your fire by commenting about howโฆ how โneedyโ and โsensitiveโ I am?โ
Mattheo made a low sound in his chest and rubbed his temples, frustrated by your persistence. โThey agreed with me, yes. A few believed that you are too emotionally attached and sentimental. Others chalked it up to the pains of an average marriage.โ
Your anger flared up and you said, โLet me tell you this: I never wanted marriage either. But I at least tried. I tried to be a nice and loving wife and a kind human.โ You turned on your heel, marching out of the bedroom and towards the West Wing.
Mattheo watched you go, an unwanted feeling of guilt washing over him. He sighed and walked over to the window. โFuck,โ he muttered under his breath. โWhy is everything so damn complicated?โ
For the next couple of weeks, you stayed true to your word. You avoided Mattheo and his office and stayed in your wing of the mansion. After a week or two, you decided to explore the mansion, stumbling upon a magnificent library. You inhaled in veneration when someone cleared their throat. Mattheo stood behind you, raising an brow. After a silence, you said recalcitrantly, โyou never told me that Riddle Manor had a library.โ
He smirked at your thinly veiled hatred, amused despite himself. โWell, now you know,โ he said dryly. โItโs a perk of living in a Riddle household.โ He walked over to a bookshelf and began browsing for a book he required for a contract that was being drafting. He showed no sign of embarrassment or discomfort at your presence. โYou may use it whenever you want. But donโt expect me to join a book club or anything juvenile.โ
โI would never dream of it,โ you said sarcastically. You step further into the library and canโt help but gape at the vastness. You trailed your fingers over the book spines, breathing in the smell of old books. You crouched down to examine a series of poetry titles. โI can read any of these?โ you asked hesitantly.
He nodded and leaned against the shelf behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. โFeel free to read whatever you would like. Theyโre here for the entire household. Well, the servants donโt have time to read books, so in a Riddle household, the parents and children use the library the most.โ Your hand faltered over the titles. โIf you find something that catches your eye, go ahead and take it. I wonโt stop you.โ There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he wished to know what topics and books piqued your interest. You hummed quietly, not fully acknowledging his words. You were already picking up a book and leafing through it. Mattheo watched you for a moment, his eyes softening briefly.
Everyday, you returned to the library. It was an escape from the walls of your room and the walls that Mattheo had put up around his heart.
Eventually, the servants recognised your routine and began to start a fire in the fireplace to keep you warm. They moved a loveseat in front of the fire that you gratefully used. You devoured the poetry collection, including Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe, and started on the classics. Every once in a while, Mattheo would come into the library, but he wouldnโt talk. He simply took a book and returned to his study. Sometimes, you wondered if he remembered you lived in the mansion with him.ย
Mattheo found himself frequenting the library more often, looking for books he had never needed before. A swell of pride filled him whenever he saw you by the fire, knowing that something in his home brought you such comfort. He still refused to speak to you, maintaining distance and ignoring your existence, but he found himself increasingly drawn to your presence.ย
One day, on a whim, he decided to take a risk and left a stack of his favourite books on the table next to your chair. That afternoon, you found the stack of books. You smiled despite yourself, though you didn't make any comment to Mattheo. You picked up the first book, sat down in the chair, and began to read.
A week later, Mattheo was hosting a dinner party for his associates. He didnโt say a word about it to you, though you heard the servants preparing for it. You decided not to go, opting to stay in your safe haven of the library.ย
After an hour or so of faint music, you heard the door to the library squeak open and your head whipped up. You saw one of Mattheoโs friends, Tom, enter and look around. He spotted you and his lips curled up into a smirk. โSo youโre the wife weโve heard so much about?โย
Your stomach clenched and you replied, โI guess so.โ
Tomโs smirk grew wider as he took in your terse response, enjoying your obvious discomfort. He approached you with a lecherous gaze in his eyes before asking, โand how do you find life as Mrs. Riddle? Are you enjoying yourโฆ arrangement?โ His words dripped with sarcasm, not believing for a moment that you and Mattheo were married for love.
You stared at him. โIt has its perks,โ you said simply.
Tom laughed derisively at your response, not convinced by your nonchalance. โAnd what are those perks?โ he asked, moving closer to you. โExtravagant gifts? Luxurious vacations? Or simply the privilege of being married to such a powerful man?โ
You squared your shoulders. โI am powerful without a man,โ you said sharply. โI do not need a man to determine my worth and prowess.โ
Tom scoffed. โReally? How exactly did you become powerful on your own?โ he asked, challenging you. โI find it hard to believe that you could ever achieve anything significant without the backing of a powerful husband behind you.โ He leaned in closer, grinning.
You closed your book with a snap. โThe L/n family,โ you said, talking of your maiden lineage, โhas had control over many estates and affairs for decades. Without Mattheo Riddle, I wouldโve inherited half of it, second only to my brother. I wouldโve had four auspicious companies at my ready disposal, capable of doing most anything. So, yes, sir, I would have been momentous without him.โ
Tomโs smirk faded as he recognised your family name. He remained undeterred, however, stating, โthat explains why your husband was so eager to marry you. He must see you as a valuable asset to his business empire.โ
As you opened your mouth to retort, the door banged open and Mattheo strode into the library.
Mattheo had noticed Tomโs absence from his party, but when it became too long to be excused as a restroom break, Mattheo had asked his brother, Enzo, if he had seen where he had gone. Enzo had smiled a small smile and whispered, โTom went to the library. Where your darling wife stays hidden.โ
Mattheo saw red.ย
He barged into the library, a deadly, lethal, and borderline possessive look deep in his eyes. When he saw Tom flanking you, Mattheoโs expression darkened and his hands clenched into a ready fist. โWhat the hell are you doing here?โ Mattheo demanded, his voice low and dangerous. โThis is a private wing of my home - not some place for you to bother my wife.โย
Mattheo moved closer to you, placing himself between you and Tom as if to protect you from further harm.ย
Tom quickly stepped back and placed a confident demeanour on his face. โI was simply having a conversation with your lovely wife here,โ Tom gritted his teeth.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, showing clearly that Tom was lying and intruding. You saw Mattheoโs eyes flicker down to you, his eyes softening reassuringly before snapping back to Tom, malice in his gaze.ย
โDonโt lie to me,โ Mattheo snapped at Tom. โThereโs no need for any sort of interaction or conversation with my wife unless I am present.โ Mattheo placed a hand on the top of your chair, his fingers gripping it and his bicep flexing slightly to warn Tom.
Tomโs eyes flicked with something you hadnโt seen before: fear. Fear commonly associated with the Riddle name. He adjusted his collar and straightened his posture. โOf course, Mr. Riddle,โ he said bitterly.
You raised a brow. โI think itโs time for you to go now,โ you said, your face stoic. Tom bowed his head slightly before exiting the library. You didnโt look up to meet Mattheoโs eye. You murmured, โyou didnโt have to do that. I had it covered.โ
Mattheo watched Tom until he completely left the room before turning to look down on you. His voice was threatening, โyou may have been able to handle Tom, but I wonโt tolerate anyone disrespecting or harassing you while youโre under my roof. Consider this a warning - if anyone tries to cross you again, they will regret it.โย
โPerhaps you should tell your coworkers that. Not me,โ you replied.ย
Mattheoโs expression was cold. โFine. I will,โ he growled. โI will not sit idly by and allow anyone to disrespect my wife.โ He let go of your chair and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. As if in a business meeting, he said, โAnd consider this another warning: if you continue to act so stubbornly, I wonโt hesitate to remind you of your place in this marriage.โ
โMy place in this marriage is your wife!โ you cried out, finally standing up. โYour equal! Something you seem to forget until itโs convenient for you. Or until another man threatens yourโฆ your property! I doubt you see me any differently than this house or your assets.โ
Mattheo grabbed onto your arm tightly, pulling you close and leaning down so his face was inches from yours. โDo not ever speak to me like that. You are not my equal - you are my wife and I decide what is best for both of us. If you cannot accept that, then you should reconsider your place in this marriage.โ He released your arm and turned away from you, striding towards the door. โI suggest you reflect on your behaviour,โ he added icily, leaving the room without looking back.
After he left the library, you let out a scream of frustration. You shoved the pile of books that Mattheo had carefully curated to the floor. They tumbled down, book after book, covers opening and pages bending. Tears pricked at your eyes as you examined the scene.ย
You slumped into your chair, the fire in front of your crackling softly, emitting a calming warmth.
Eventually, you fell asleep in the chair, tear stains on your cheeks. In the morning, you woke to the serene morning light filtering into the room - a vast contrast to your mood. The fire had dissolved into crackling embers. Tucked on top of you was a thick blanket and the stack of books that you had pushed over had been re-piled and stood majestically atop the table.
You sighed, knowing you should thank the servants for taking care of you and cleaning up.ย
After you walked to the kitchen, your footfalls heavy, you thanked the servants, who were finishing preparing breakfast. They exchanged glances and one piped up, โMaโam, while we appreciate the sentiment, we didnโt do that. We werenโt aware that you were still in the library. We believed you had retired to bed before the social last night.โ They paused and then added, โhowever, Mr. Riddle didnโt go to bed. He was in his study until morning light.โ
โOh,โ was all you could say. You bid them an awkward goodbye before entering the dining hall.ย
Mattheo was already seated at the head of the table, his expression exhausted and distant. He didnโt acknowledge you when you approached, focusing instead on the uneaten plate of food in front of him.ย
You sat down opposite him and muttered, โthe servants informed me that you blanketed me last night and cleaned up the books.โ You hesitated and finally said, โthank you.โ
Mattheo looked up briefly, his expression unreadable, but he didnโt respond directly. โIt was necessary,โ he said simply. โYou should not be cold and uncomfortable in your own home.โ He doesnโt make any effort to engage in conversation beyond that. Something was weighing heavily on his mind and he seemed preoccupied by it.
You hummed in response. Eventually, you stood and whispered to your husband before walking out, โyou are not as cold as you want to seem. You neednโt keep the facade up with me.โ
Mattheo looked up briefly before returning to his food. His expression relaxed, but he didnโt respond.
***
Later that day, Mattheo sat in his study as he always did. A knock came from the door and he glanced at the clock. It was a bit early for lunch to be delivered, but he announced, โcome in.โ
The door creaked open and your head peeked into the room. Mattheoโs brows furrowed - not with malice, but with scrutiny. You entered and sat in one of the two seats next to his fireplace. Silently, you cracked open a book you had brought and began to read.ย
Mattheo watched you intently, his gaze never wavering as he took in every detail of your face. He tried to find any acrimonious intent behind your actions, but you looked so peaceful. He found himself noticing the details of your face and your beauty as the fire cast warm highlights on your eyes. โWhat are you doing?โ he asked eventually, his voice holding an armour of needed suspicion.
โReading,โ you said simply.ย
Mattheo frowned, not convinced by your answer. Why would you read in his study after the way he had been treating you? He leaned back in his chair, his work forgotten. โIsnโt there something more important that you could be occupying your time with?โ he challenged.
โNot particularly,โ you responded. โYouโre in charge of the companies and estates. I have nothing to do. I thought I would accompany you. You must get lonely in a study by yourself.โ
Mattheo narrowed his eyes, but ultimately nodded slowly. โAlright,โ he agreed after a moment. โBut donโt think I will stop working simply because my wife is here.โ His posture grew taut as he began looking over documents again. โThis is still my office and I expect you to behave accordingly.โ
โIโm simply reading,โ you murmured, a smile inching its way up your lips.
Henceforth, a routine was established. Every morning, you would knock on Mattheoโs study door, usually an hour or so after he began working. There was rarely conversation, the silence being broken by Mattheoโs scratch of a quill or you turning pages, occasionally being disrupted by the loud crack of a log in the fire.
One day, you had finished your book (it was an excellent book, one from the pile Mattheo had recommended) and stood to go retrieve another one. At the sound of your footsteps leaving his office, Mattheoโs head darted up and he suddenly asked, โwhere are you going?โย
You paused and turned back to him. โIโm to get a new book. Unfortunately, as wonderful as this one was, it had an ending like all books do.โ
Mattheo frowned and a hint of vulnerability broke through his exterior. โGet a servant to do it,โ he offered.ย
โWell, I donโt know which one I want,โ you counted, raising a brow in a smirk.
He huffed and shook his head, returning his eyes to his documents. He grumbled, โI will commission the servants to build you a small bookshelf for my office. You can keep your books there.โ You stood, watching him for a moment, admiring him until his gaze snapped up. โWell, go get your book,โ he said sharply. โโฆ but hurry back,โ he added in a mumble.ย
You finally smiled at him before exiting and Mattheo gazed at the place you once stood, trying to memorise how your lips curled up and your eyes crinkled when you smiled.
He rather liked it when you smiled.
***
โAre you alright?โ
You sniffed and laughed. โYes, yes. Iโm being foolish.โ You wiped some tears from your eyes. โMy book is very good.โ
Mattheo chuckled lowly. โAnd what made you cry, hm?โ
โA daughter and father interaction,โ you replied quietly.ย
โWas the father cruel to the daughter?โ Mattheo laughed tersely, shaking his head at his documents. โAre your feelings not strong enough to withstand their wrath?โ
You frowned at Mattheo, setting the book down. โNo,โ you corrected slowly. โThe father was being kind to his daughter. He was supporting her and loving her; as a father should.โ There was a pause as Mattheo looked up at you. โI know that the Riddles are a harsher family - Iโve known ever since I knew I was to marry you. Butโฆ but are you alright?โย
You felt absurd asking the question. Yet, when Mattheo couldnโt meet your eye, a wistful sadness blanketing the room, you felt as if you shouldโve asked the simple question weeks earlier.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then Mattheo turned in his chair so his back was facing you. "I'm fine," he finally answered, his voice rough and strained. "I am used to dealing with it, I suppose." Despite his insistence that he didn't need anyone's pity or concern, your words seem to have affected him more deeply than he wanted to admit.ย
โMay I ask a question?โ you asked softly.
Mattheo hesitated for a moment before nodding, his eyes never leaving the window as he spoke. "Ask away," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He then cleared his throat and said, "but I wonโt give a warm and fuzzy answer."ย
There was a pregnant pause in the air as you gathered your courage up and suddenly thrust your fears upon your husband. โIf we ever have children, which weโre somewhat expected to,โ you added hurriedly. โI donโt want them to grow up in a household where they feel as if they have to vie for love or attention. And I donโt want me to be the only one giving them attention.โ Mattheo turned his head so his face was angled toward you, but his eyes could still stray to the window if need be. โIf we have kids, can you promise that youโll love them? Even if you donโt love me?โย
Even though your voice was steady, Mattheo knew of the vulnerability deeply rooted within you.
He nodded cautiously, his expression serious. "I promise," he said firmly. "I may not love you, but I will love our children unconditionally. They will never have to compete for my affection or feel neglected. I may not be a fond father, but I will provide for them and protect them as best I can." A protectiveness filled his veins just at the thought of something happening to his future children.ย
You nodded once, a sad smile on your face. โPerhaps weโll have a big family. Enough children to start a sports team.โ You smiled at the thought, laughing lightly.
Mattheo smiled, despite himself, imagining a large brood of children running around the manor. It was an oddly appealing idea, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. "We'll see," he said noncommittally. "I'd rather have lots of sons; they'll carry on the family name and ensure my legacy continues." He turned back around and attempted to focus on his work.
โAnd daughters too.โ You frowned, staring at your husband, even if he wouldnโt spare you a glance. โDaughters can carry on the family name just as well as sons.โ A muscle in your jaw ticked.
Mattheo scowled at your defiance, his eyes narrowing slightly. Why hadnโt you just fallen into line? "Fine, daughters too," he reluctantly agrees. "But make no mistake, they will be raised to be strong and capable like their brothers. The Riddle name demands nothing less."ย
โAnd the sons can be soft and caring and sensitive,โ you said firmly, crossing your arms. โI thought we agreed that they wouldnโt have to vie for affection. I thought we agreed that they wouldnโt have needless competition in their life. I donโt want them to grow upโฆ like, wellโฆ you.โ You finally uttered the words that had been hanging off your tongue dangerously.ย
Mattheoโs expression hardened as he clenched his fist tightly. "Fine!" he snapped. "They can be whatever the hell you want them to be! But don't expect me to sit back and watch while they become weaklings and failures. We need to teach them to be strong and ruthless like I am." He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair in the process.
You jump up after him, crossing towards him. You whirled to a stop in front of him, jabbing a finger towards his chest. โListen here, Riddle. Just because someone is kind and vulnerable doesnโt mean theyโre weak!โ You growled, โand just because you grew up like that, does not mean thatโs the type of household I am going to have.โ
Mattheo stepped forward and his hand flew up to grip your wrist. His eyes blazed with anger, but then something changed in his expression and he took a step back, looking surprised at his own reaction. "You're right," he admitted begrudgingly. "I shouldn't have assumed that being vulnerable meant being weak." He ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, yet resolute in his decision. "But don't expect me to be a pushover either. I'll still teach them to be strong and independent."
โStrong and independent are good qualities,โ you conceded. โBoth for the boys and girls.โ
"Agreed," he said. Mattheo straightened his cuffs and cleared his throat. "Our children will be taught to be strong and independent, regardless of gender. They will know that they are loved and valued by both of us, equally." He held out his hand to you, indicating that the argument was over - for now at least. "Deal?"ย
โDeal.โ You shook his hand defiantly. It was a business deal, but a good deal at least.
Mattheo exhaled and brushed past you. โIโm to a meeting,โ he informed you. It was a simple comment , one that was an offhand remark, but to you, Mattheo had just let you into his life. It was something he had never done before. Even if it was just a response to where he was off to, it was a window into his life. A life that now may have enough room to hold you.ย
Mattheo paused when he reached the door. โI never knew the way I grew up was wrong until I saw other families. I saw the parents bending down to listen to their children instead of hushing them. I saw parents comforting their children after scraped knees, not pushing them to the kitchen for some rubbing alcohol. I saw parents beaming when their child could plunk out the simplest of tunes on the piano. No one else got berated for being out of rhythm or playing a D instead of an E. I never saw another child get slapped by their parents or scolded as harshly as I was. It was around then I realised that something was wrong. But what was I to do about it?โ
Words dried in your throat. You wanted to cry at his words, but you felt dried out. How could someone treat their child like that? It explained so muchโฆย
Your husband was a fragile man, you were just realising. And he was trying to pick up the pieces and present them to you in the only way he knew how.ย
"The stars remind me of you,โ he said quietly, the change in conversation sudden. โI mean that in the best possible way.โ His voice was the softest and most tender as you had ever heard it. You hoped he would keep speaking the melodies that made your heart sing in tune.ย
โHow so?โ you asked, afraid to break the plane of existence that you and Mattheo were carefully standing on.
"They are so beautiful, yet so far away. I may see them, but I can never touch them."
***
The servants didnโt know what to do. The master and mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle, seemed to be at a ceasefire. The cooks lamented at how they had seemed to be doing so well. The maids thought they were destined to doom from the start. The butlers gossiped about Mr. Riddleโs letters to a Mr. Tom, terminating their long-term partnership. The scullery maid still had hope that the husband and wife would come to their senses and live a happy life.
It perplexed the servants when the mistress requested to move her belongings back into the master bedroom and the master looked on, a soft smile on his lips. It confused the servants when the Mr and Mrs began taking meals together and talking in hushed tones late into the night. And it bamboozled the servants when, one summer afternoon, the Lord of the household stood from his desk, cautiously moved to his Lady that was reading by the open window, and asked her to accompany him on a walk. She had accepted.ย
There was to be a dinner party, this time hosted at Mr. Draco Malfoyโs manor, that Mr. Riddle was expected to attend. Per usual, the master didnโt invite the mistress, but she was content to stay home. A maid briefly heard the madam whisper to her husband, โhurry home, please? I donโt like it when youโre away.โ The maid had scurried away before she could hear the reply.
Mattheo returned home that night, just before the sun was setting. He climbed the steps, unbuttoning his cuffs and loosening his tie. The soft glow of light was still shining under your shared bedroom - something he still hadnโt gotten used to - and Mattheo couldnโt help but smile.
โWhy are you still up?โ he asked quietly when he entered the room.
โYou promised to be home early and I wanted to see you before I go to bed,โ you reminded him, a small book in your hands.
โRight, right.โ Mattheo chuckled and shook his head, slinging off his tie and jacket.
โHow was the dinner?โ
Mattheo hummed noncommittally. โNot the worst. A couple of my good friends, Theo and Pansy, were there to help alleviate the pain of socialising. Butโฆ I found something odd happening.โ
โAnd what was that, husband?โ Mattheo took a moment to relish in the way that word curled off your tongue effortlessly.
โI found myself wishing you were there. Nay,โ he quickly corrected himself. โI wished I was here with you.โ
โOh?โ Your eyes flickered up towards Mattheo, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. โWhyโฆ what do you mean by that?โ
Mattheo began to unbutton his shirt and moved towards his closet. โWell,โ he admitted, mumbling to himself. โI simply mean that instead of having to socialise with people who are too tightly wound and whose only intent is to take my money,โ he chucked his belt into his closet and rolled up his sleeves, โI would rather be at home with my darling wife.โ
A smile inched up your lips. โReally? Tell me more about this darling wife of yours.โ
Mattheo hummed, stepping towards the bed. He crawled down on the bed, leaning on his forearms to lean up towards you. โMy wifeโฆ Iโve come to care deeply about her. She is a beautiful, elegant woman, one who has a fiery tongue about her and an intelligent brain that even I cannot rival. She always seems to get her way, even when I try to fight back. Itโs as if my wife has a command over me that I have willingly submitted to. And I am not ashamed to say so.โ He lightly caressed your arm, sending a trail of goosebumps up your skin.ย
โYou must be careful, Mattheo,โ you uttered. โThat sounds an awful lot like love.โย
Mattheo brought his eyes up to meet yours, the sting of tears building up behind them. His voice cracked as he said, โthatโs the first time youโve called me by my name, Y/n.โ
Your lips parted in shock. โI- I didnโt realise. Iโm sorry-โ
โDonโt you dare apologise,โ Mattheo demanded before reaching up to pull you into a kiss.ย
His lips were soft and meaningful against yours, hungrily trying to gather every ounce of love from you. His kisses were feverish at first, his strong hand coming up to cup your jawline, his fingers just teasing behind your ear, before his lips slowed. Mattheo was a starved man and he wouldnโt let anyone take away his only solace. He shifted so he could be closer to you, gently taking the book from your hands as you surrendered yourself to him. Your hands found his silk shirt, gripping it in your fists. He placed the book on the nightstand and moved so he was hovering over you, never once letting a second go by without feeling your skin against his.ย
Mattheo slowly, achingly pulled away from you and his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. โMy darling, my love, my life,โ he murmured, dragging a knuckle down your cheek. โI apologise for everything I have ever done or said that made you feel inferior. I would be happy to kneel for you in front of my associates and family members - just to show them how much power you have over me.โ He took a breath before persisting, โI was foolish. I was incompetent. I didnโt realise how much love I held for you. It is, and always will be, only you. I will promise you this: you will be the only woman I ever touch, the only voice I ever want to hear, the only skin I will ever caress, and the only eyes I ever want to see. I will wake and fall, every morning and night, thinking of you. You are the other half of my heart, for it is you who I love. I will place the galaxies and stars in the night sky for you. If you are ever unhappy, my love, I will not rest until I see you smile again. If you are ever mad, my love, I shall smite whatever upsets you, even if it is I. And I would die a happy man if you could give me only an ounce of what I give you.โ
Your breath shook and you swore Mattheo had injected ambrosia into your veins for you were sure your blood was singing with the love that was filling your soul. โI wrote a letter to your mother today,โ you offered quietly, as if your mere words could ever compare to the love poem Mattheo had just gifted to you. โAnd I thanked her.โ Mattheoโs eyes flashed with confusion. You continued, โI thanked her for birthing such a wonderful husband and for raising him. I know you u wish to renounce your family, but as of now, I want to thank them with all my heart. Mattheo, I love you.โ
โAnd I you,โ Mattheo whispered, bringing his forehead down to rest on yours. His nose bumped against your cheek and he couldnโt contain his grin anymore. โHow did I ever get so lucky?โ he mumbled.
You laughed lightly. โLuck? Fate?โ
Mattheo shook his head and his nose brushed light curves over your skin. โNo, my wife. Simply love. Pure, unconditional love.โ
***
The house was bright, the curtains pulled as far open as they could be. Some servants scuttled around, holding laundry or preparing for dinner. Meanwhile, Mattheo strode leisurely through the halls, smiling lovingly as his nephews chased each other through the halls. โWhat do I say, boys?โ he called after them.
โHave fun, be safe, and donโt get caught!โ they yelled back before running around a corner.
Enzo jogged after them and grumbled to Mattheo, โitโs not your duty to rule them up.โ
โAs their favourite uncle, yes, it is.โ
โYour wife is in Andromedaโs room,โ Enzo told his brother before sprinting off after his sons. Enzo wasnโt usually at Riddle Manor, but today was a special day. It was Orionโs birthday.
Mattheo chuckled to himself before Orion raced up the steps, panting. โPapa! Papa!โย
Mattheo grinned widely and scooped Orion up. โAre you alright, hm? Whatโve you been up to?โ
โAunt Pansyโs carriage just pulled up!โ Orion bounced in Mattheoโs arms, beaming.
โAnd youโre not even dressed,โ Mattheo stared at Orion, pretending to be stunned. โWhereโs your mother, Ori?โ
โSheโs helping Andy get dressed,โ Orion announced. Mattheo nodded and carried his son to his daughterโs room. โMum!โ Orion cried out, seeing Y/n standing behind Andromeda, knotting her hair into a braid.ย
โOh, my darling,โ Y/n tied Andyโs hair up before crossing to Mattheo and taking Orion from his arms. โAre you excited for your birthday?โ
Orion hummed excitedly and wiggled down from Y/nโs arms. He darted to Andromeda and wrapped himself around her in a tight hug. Andromeda grumbled, but allowed him to cling to her as she finished her hair and rouge.
Mattheo took Y/nโs hand and pulled her back toward him, nudging his nose against hers. โLook at that,โ he murmured, reaching down to play with the silver and green ring on your finger. โMine.โ He pressed a kiss to your temple. Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion from your children, he backed you up and caged you against the wall in his arms. โSeven years with you and two beautiful children to show for it.โ
โHey, mum? Whereโs my- eugh!โ Andromeda turned around and reeled back from the scene in front of her. โFor the love of Salazar, please get a room!โ
โWe are in a room.โ Mattheo smirked, glancing up from the crook of your neck.ย
โArenโt you two, if I'm doing my calculations correctly, nearing thirty years old?โ Andromeda tsked and rolled her eyes.ย
โYou believe that simply because weโre getting older, Iโm going to stop loving your mother?โย Mattheo chuckled before pressing a light kiss to your jawline.ย
You shivered and tucked your face into your husbandโs chest. โMatty, spare the poor children,โ you chastised lightly. โWhat do you need, darling?โ you turned towards Andromeda.
โYou used to call me that,โ Mattheo whined. He stepped back from you, letting you out of his embrace.
Andromeda sighed and asked, โwhere is my white shawl? Itโll go well with the dress Iโm planning to wear to Orionโs party.โ
โWhy does it matter what you wear to Orionโs party?โ Mattheo asked, puzzled.ย
โBecause Albus Potter is going to be here,โ you said as if it were obvious.
โHarry Potterโs son?โ Mattheo asked incredulously. โThat scumbag?โ
Both you and Andromeda ignored Mattheo and Orion left the room at the sound of Aunt Pansy entering the foyer and shouting out for her favourite nephew.
โYour shawl should be in the library,โ you answered. โOri was using it as a blanket yesterday.โ
Andromeda sighed and turned towards the door. โHe needs to stop taking my things. Just last week he stole my candelabra so he could read in the dark. Perhaps you should accelerate his schooling. Heโs getting bored, you know.โ
โWeโll raise our own son, thank you, Andromeda,โ Mattheo raised a brow. Andy huffed and and flicked her dress out behind her dramatically, exiting the room. Mattheo turned to you and said, โthey get that from you. The love of reading.โ
โYes, but they get their flair for the dramatics from you. And lest us not forget, you keep fuelling our love of literature by buying more books and expanding our library,โ you countered.
Mattheo hummed. โโTis true. But how could I live without spoiling my wife and children?โ He whirled you around in his arms and pressed a long kiss to your lips. โSpeaking of children, what would you think of expanding our family?โ
You let out a laugh. โYou simply like the act of making a bigger family.โ
โI love my children too,โ Mattheo defended.
You reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his face. โYes you do,โ you smiled up at him. โYou love your family very much.โ
โAlways.โ
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arguing with slytherin boys / pt.2
ft. Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo
warnings: curse words, mentions of abuse, addictions
Theodore Nott
You wanted to help Theo, really. His smoking wouldn't have angered you if he wasn't going through two packs in a day. It was genuinely hard to express your concerns without sounding like a parent or authority figure. But as you attempted to have yet another โserious conversationโ with him, you initially thought it was heading toward success. Turns out you just misunderstood his mocking tone as softness and surrender.
โAh, so you care about me? Answer me, amore, are you my mother? Then tell me, why do my habits piss you off that much?โ he advanced towards you, slowly cornering you until your back met the cold wall. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to pretend it's a nightmare, hoped for it to end sooner and start again. But it was real, and Theo barely controlled himself โAm I not good enough for Ms. Perfect? My โaddictionsโ shouldnโt worry you, canโt you understand?โ His fist landed just an inch away from your face.
Tom Riddle
You decided to drop in and check on Tom since he hadnโt been talking to you for a few weeks now. He was busy working on some project. You made a cute lunch and even drew his portrait with watercolor. You couldnโt contain your excitement as you hurried to his room. What will be his reaction? Did he miss you too? Reality hit harder than you couldโve ever imagined. He eyed you and things in your hand with a little to no interest.
โJust how many times did I tell you not to disturb me? Not to meddle in my business? I donโt need it," he stated firmly. His words rang in your ears, and you didnโt listen much as he continued, โI was right, in the end relationships proved to be troublesome trivia. It was nice to know you. But now, leave.โ
Mattheo Riddle
Youโve been avoiding him for the last few weeks after hearing rumors about his ties to dark organizations and massacre in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Now, he was confronting you. Canโt really escape when heโs towering right above you in the middle of a dorm room.
โAre we even dating at this point? โCuz i feel like Iโm a fucking joke to you, not a boyfriendโ Mattheo calmly stood in front of you, staring at you with eyes full of hatred โLittle bird told me youโre afraid of me. Why, is it because my surname is Riddle? I thought you werenโt that dumb like others to judge me on my family relations which I donโt give a fuck aboutโ he spat out the last words. His lips curled in disgust as he shoved a box full of your gifts and memories into your hands, leaving you dumbfounded in the solitude of your room.
Lorenzo Berkshire
The last few weeks have been tough for every seventh-year at Hogwarts. Tables were cluttered with heaps of homework and essays, and an unhealthy number of coffee mugs in common rooms werenโt surprising anymore. Amidst this academic crisis, your boyfriend was the most affected one. He had to maintain his top spot, not for himself but for his parents.
You were genuinely worried about him and tried to help him unwind a bit, but he consistently refused and distanced himself even more. When you suggested going to Hogsmeade, he suddenly snapped, growling in frustration
โJust fuck off. I have a lot to manage, and you're being a burden right now. Canโt you spend a minute without me?โ He kept ruffling his hair and rubbing his temples in annoyance. โI need a breakโ He didnโt care to explain what break he needed and didnโt even look at you as he left the common room in a hurry.
a/n: yes, i like making people suffer and yes thereโll be part 2 with Draco, Blaise and Regulus
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slytherin boys reacting to their darling being from Ravenclaw?๐
SLYTHERIN GUY'S REACTION TO YOU BEING IN RAVENCLAW | โงโบใ
Pairing : (Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo , Draco) x reader
Note : tysm for requesting i hope you like it , Hufflepuff is next ๐บ๐ป๐บ๐ป
Warning : not proofread, my jokes lmao
MATTHEO RIDDLE
Being with Mattheo is like living in a perpetual comedy sketch. Every time you dazzle him with your Ravenclaw wit, he can't help but playfully roll his eyes and joke about feeling like a first-year struggling with a broomstick. "Seriously, babe, how do you do it?" he'd exclaim, his amusement clear in his eyes. "You've got more brainpower than a room full of Hogwarts professors, and here I am, struggling to remember which potion turns a mouse into a snuffbox."
Despite his self-deprecating humor, you can see the genuine admiration in his eyes, knowing that he's completely smitten with your cleverness. And hey, if being the smart one in the relationship means you get to see that adorable look of amazement on his face, then maybe being a Ravenclaw isn't so bad after all.
TOM RIDDLE
Tom, on the other hand, is a different story altogether. With his competitive nature and Slytherin pride, he can't stand the thought of being outsmarted by anyone, especially his own girlfriend. Every time you happen to know something he doesn't, he's quick to brush it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Oh, so you think you're the expert now, do you?" he'll say, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "Just remember who's supposed to be the genius in this relationship."
Despite his competitive edge, you can't help but find it amusing how seriously he takes it all. After all, who knew that trivia night with your boyfriend would turn into a high-stakes battle for intellectual supremacy?
THEODORE NOTT
Theodore, on the other hand, couldn't be more different. He absolutely adores your cleverness, finding your sassy remarks and witty banter completely irresistible. "My darling beauty with brains," he'll say, flashing you a charming smile. "You keep me on my toes, love, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
With Theodore, every conversation feels like a game of verbal chess, with each witty comeback and clever remark only adding to the sparks flying between you. And hey, if being a smartass means getting to see that adorable grin on his face, then sign you up for Ravenclaw house forever.
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
Lorenzo, with his laid-back demeanor and sharp sense of humor, finds your intellect both amusing and slightly irritating at times. "Do you ever turn that brain off, or is it just permanently stuck in overdrive?" he'll tease, though there's a fondness in his eyes that tells you he wouldn't have it any other way.
Despite his occasional annoyance, you know that he secretly loves your quick wit and sharp mind, even if it means enduring the occasional eye roll or sarcastic remark.
DRACO MALFOY
And then there's Draco, the epitome of Slytherin arrogance and charm. While he may grumble about your Ravenclaw intelligence, secretly, you know he's secretly impressed by your cleverness. "Bloody hell, can't you dumb it down a bit ?" he'll joke, though there's a hint of genuine awe in his tone. "But hey, I guess it's better than having a girlfriend who thinks Quidditch is a type of biscuit."
With Draco, every conversation feels like a battle of wits, with each snarky remark and witty comeback only adding to the undeniable chemistry between you. And while he may be a bit of a brat at times, you wouldn't have him any other way. After all, what's a little friendly rivalry between Slytherin sweethearts?
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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons
authorโs note: based on a request i received. i am feral.
- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.
Draco Malfoy.
Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.
You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.
Sitting next to him, you couldnโt help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.
Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.
Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--
because, undeniably so, heโs at his fucking sexiest when heโs pissed.
As Pansyโs chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.
Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.
Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.
You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and youโd try not to smirk.
Thrilled, youโd inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.
Heโd shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.
His reactions would fuel your fire, and youโd keep going, grazing over his crotch, and heโd groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and thatโs when heโd had enough.
Shifting his hand, heโd grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong youโd almost squeal. A silent warning.
Heโd lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as heโd whisper, โyouโre lucky I have some dignityโฆbut keep it up and Iโll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.โ
your grin would be unmissable, and youโd only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.
Blaise Zabini.
Blaise was literally just eating. And thatโs all it took.
Thatโs all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.
Heโd been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.
You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.
You couldnโt help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.
And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didnโt falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.
If anything, it intensified.
Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldnโt explain.
The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.
And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
But then, with his typical Zabini composure, heโd go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.
As you dared to inch higher, heโd seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, itโd seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.
At this point, youโd be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.
But then, as youโd get close to his crotch, dangerously close, heโd lean in, his voice so deep itโd send chills down your spine.
โYou better stop.โ
Youโd grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. โOr what?โ
โYou just wait until I get you alone, babygirlโฆโ heโd smirk, wetting his lips. โIโll get you back real fucking good.โ
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.
Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.
Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldnโt keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.
All class heโd stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasnโt doing anything wrong.
By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.
And youโd do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.
Youโd shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.
โSo, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?โ
Youโd inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.
As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, heโd freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though itโd just grown two legs and spoke to him.
Youโd grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as heโd slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.
โI-uhโฆheโs, heโs good-โ heโd stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. โThorough.โ
โOh, thorough, huh?โ Youโd tease, grin widening. โWhy donโt you elaborate on that?โ
His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.
Heโd be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldnโt dare stop you, playing it off until he couldnโt take it anymore.
Then heโd lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.
โMy dorm, right now.โ Heโd practically beg. โI fucking need you.โ
Mattheo Riddle.
Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.
Because โteasingโ, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.
Youโd attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time youโd found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.
Mattheo never failed to let you know that heโd take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.
โDonโt poke the dragonโ or โlet sleeping dogs lieโ ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.
and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.
And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.
First one being that youโd slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.
Even though youโd made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, heโd somehow still managed to โforgetโ.
And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didnโt have time for morning sex.
Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.
You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. Heโd instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.
Youโd inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.
Mattheoโs jaw would tighten, so much itโd genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.
But then, heโd grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.
Youโd be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; โI need you so fucking bad, Mattyโฆโ
Heโd snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.
โYouโre going to regret this, princessโฆโ heโd mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. โCanโt keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?โ
Youโd increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and youโd know he wasnโt bluffing.
โI should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for meโฆ.โ
Youโd smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. Heโd drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.
Theodore Nott.
You were fucking bored.
So unbelievably bored that you werenโt sure how much more of it youโd be able to take.
The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzoโs mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.
Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.
It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.
In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.
โSo, what are we planning on doing this weekend?โ
As Theo looked up, youโd instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.
โCanโt speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,โ heโd murmur, leaning in for a kiss.
Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.
As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, youโd smile as he slowly pulled back. โOh, yeah? And what might that be?โ
Thatโs when youโd put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.
Heโd spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and youโd gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.
heโd smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;
โYouโฆyou, and you againโฆโ
Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and youโd just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.
Tom Riddle.
If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.
You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,
but after heโd spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished heโd drill something else into you, instead.
And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.
In between bites of food heโd ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when youโd undoubtedly get it wrong, heโd sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.
But no matter how many times heโd repeat it, it didnโt fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.
To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tomโs big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-
Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.
Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,
As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,
โCan you repeat that part for me again, Tom?โฆโ youโd murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. โSilly meโฆI donโt think I heard you correctlyโฆโ
Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first heโd try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck heโd left off.
But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, heโd groan, slamming the book shut.
โFor Merlinโs sake, youโre a needy little slut, arenโt you?โ Heโd hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.
โLetโs go before I bend you over the fucking table.โ
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blood and cuts โฐ m. riddle
summary: matthรฉo gets into (another) fight, and youโre there to clean him up
pairing: mattheo riddle x reader
warnings: mentions of mild injuries, nothing else rlly?
notes: hi!! this is the tiniest little blurb ever but iโm down horrendous for mattheo n i think itโs cute so iโm posting!! i also spelled his name as matthรฉo (pronounced ma-tay-o) bc i headcanon him as french lmfaooo - anyways!! enjoy!!
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you look at matthรฉo with a soft sigh. โagain?โ his handsome face is spattered with blood and cuts, and thereโs a dark bruise forming around his right eye. tentatively, you step forward, taking his face softly in your hands. you roll his head gently from side to side, intently assessing the damage. another sigh. โi wish youโd stop fighting every person who looks at you wrongโ
matthรฉo grins in that devilish way he always does, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he immediately follows it with a soft swipe of his thumb, gathering the small smear of blood heโd left in his wake. โwould you believe me if i said he deserved it?โ
โthey almost never deserve it, thรฉo.โ
he shrugs, settling his hands on your hips. โi tend to disagree.โ then heโs tugging you swiftly against him, coaxing an involuntary little squeal from your throat. โi honestly think you wouldโve swung on the poor git if youโd been there.โ
you roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands around to the back of his neck. โtell me about it while i clean you up, hm?โ
matthรฉo grins at you tenderly, leaning forward to kiss you again. this time, he lingers a little longer, and you can taste his blood on your lips when he pulls away. โdealโ
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Them watching you get ready <3
Slytherin boys x reader fluff headcanons (warning:delulu asf)
the collage isnโt the best, but at least you have all 6 faces now
Itโs date-night, but you seem to be taking quite some time to get readyโฆ
Tom Riddle:
Letโs be honest for a second and admit that if you were taking your sweet sweet time, heโd curse at you because everything has to go according to his schedule (i even doubt that heโd do the whole โdate-nightโ thing, but thatโs a separate issue)
Heโd turn more impatient by the second and barge into your dorm/bathroom without knocking
Tom would rush you so badly and keep telling you to hurry up while rolling his eyes
While youโre doing your makeup heโd pick up each product with disgust and tell you that you look just fine
When you tell him that you need more time, he tells you that there wouldnโt be a date anymore if you didnโt follow him, besides heโd lecture you on your poor time management
Eventually he drags you out with him and dryly compliments you like โsee, i told you you look goodโ (but innerly he enjoyed that you put in effort and wanted to look good for him, even if it took some time)
Mattheo Riddle:
He wouldnโt rush you when you tell him you need more time, instead heโd take advantage of watching you get ready
When you choose your clothes, heโd encourage you to do a little fashion show for him and he would tell you that you looked perfect in every single one
He would tell you to choose a short and tight dress though, we all know why ;)
During make-up he is totally one of those guys who say โitโs all the same shadeโ, and in reality itโs like maroon and bright red
As a joke heโd also apply some of the products, but wipe them off immediately because he feels too emasculated
When you ask him if you could do make-up on him some day heโd simply reply โsure, but then i would get to do whatever i want with youโ
Draco Malfoy:
When you offer him to watch you get ready, since you still arenโt done, he immediately accepts
Draco totally loves seeing you get ready too because during your relationship he has spoiled you so much that half your closet/vanity is basically from him
Since he grew up close to his mother, he has actually spent a lot of time in his childhood going to barbers/salons/boutiques with her
So from that he has gained excellent taste, even helps you with styling your hair, and helps you pick out accessories
He knows how long this stuff can take, so he just takes the time to make you feel beautiful and confident, showering you with compliments and pecks โyou look so good in the things i buy you darlingโ/โyou are always so gorgeous and sexyโ
Theodore Nott:
He wouldnโt mind that you were not on time, the date started the second he saw you, so you getting ready was just time that you could spend together too
You are afraid it takes away the surprise factor at first, but itโs not a big deal to him
When you start to change into different outfits, heโs always there to help you undress/unzip the dresses, taking the opportunity to smoothly move his hands down your body
That would just eventually turn into a makeout session though, you just couldnโt resist when he was being that touchy and ravishing too
It takes quite some time for you to actually get ready in the end because he always distracts you in the process, but in the end you would both have had a fun time
Blaise Zabini:
Heโd be quite chill and sit on your bed when you tell him to wait, just watching you get ready at your vanity
He would maybe be a little bit annoyingโasking you every three seconds if you were ready to go, and he would say โyou literally look the same as always, whatโs the point of all thisโ
Eventually he liked watching you more and more though, notice the difference, and carefully pay attention to everything you did
Heโd learn to appreciate both your natural and โfull-glamโ beauty and just observe you with interest
As soon as you were done heโd immediately kiss you (ruining your lip-combo sadly) and his lips would be stained, and heโd be smiling, fascinated by your beauty
Lorenzo Berkshire:
When you tell him to wait outside, heโd respect that at first, but would grow impatient eventually
So, he goes up to you and tells you that he would like to be a part of the process
Opposite to Mattheo, heโd actually be down to you putting make-up on his face for fun (heโs fully convinced that he could pull anyone with or without makeup)
To be honest, he didnโt care much about what you put on because you looked hot in his eyes either way, but he knew the more interested he acted the more appreciative youโd be
Looking at you with puppy-eyes at all times is his specialty, and when youโre finally done he looks at you like youโre an angel fallen from heaven
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Celebrity Crush|| Slytherin Boys
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: suggestive jokes (all)
contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire
summary :: you're either friends or enemies and they see you freaking out over your celebrity, making them jealous. they search them up only to find out that the celebrity looks almost exactly like them
alternative :: your celebrity crush looks nothing like them
DRACO (enemies)
Your group just watched the newest movie that came out
Ever since then, you couldnโt stop gushing about how hot the villain was
Although the villain was an awful person, you still went on rants about how fine he is
Your friends kept laughing at how out of pocket your jokes were
โI can fix him I swear, just give me a chanceโ you grieved as if someone died
"I'm gonna get on all fours and start hitting my chest like a gorilla if he keeps looking this fine" you said with passion, not scared of the whole school hearing you
Draco, despite not wanting to say it, was extremely jealous as he gripped his fork extra hard as he heard you
He was a dick, why didnโt you like him? Maybe he wasnโt hot enough? Heโs always been slightly insecure about his appearance
The second lunch ended, he ran to the bathroom and secretly looked up the actor
But as he looked at himโฆ he realized he wasnโt too far off from the actor
Their faces were almost completely different but, they both had short bright blonde hair, cold blue eyes, always wore green, and had similar body types
From seeing that, he smirked to himself and got an ego boost
He goes to sleep with a fat ass grin on his face
He wonโt directly say the actor looks like him, but heโll know it deep down
TOM (friends)
Although Tom could stand being around you, he wished he could mute you out
You two were studying together in his room
Orโฆ he was studying while you kept replaying the same edit of some random celebrity
โHe could take my eggs and eat it like skittlesโ
Tom has literally killed and tortured people but he still widened his eyes slightly at your comment
He felt a small bit of jealousy, but he wasnโt sure if it was because he was scared of losing his only friend or because he liked you
(Itโs because he likes you but heโs not that emotionally aware)
Tom has always been nosy, so he tilted slightly to see your phone
Thatโs when he saw a man with pale skin, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair
But beside those basic attributes, he also had the same nose as him along with a resting bitch face
He doesnโt show it, but on the inside he felt much calmer
It gave him a small sense of hope that maybe one day, he could actually be seen as attractive by someone
No one has ever confessed or even liked Tom romantically throughout his whole life due to his insane hobbies
He sleeps a little bit better with the thought that maybe someone could like him
And he really hopes itโs you :)
MATTHEO (enemies) (I made this so long on accident... whoops)
You two clash constantly due to Mattheoโs class clown behavior and your goody-two-shoes attitude
He was always cracking mean jokes and bullying your friend group since you were kinda nerdy
You despised him and have beaten his ass multiple times (with magic) but he still doesnโt learn his lesson
But that's mainly because he thinks it's hot when you beat his ass and yell at him
Once again, he was walking towards your group to pick on you guys once more, especially you
But thatโs when he heard you freak out over some random character
At first he thought it was just some lame anime character, that's how you usually are
But when you start showing your friends the photo-card in the back of your phone, he realizes itโs a real person
Instantly, he's pissed and jealous of a stupid piece of paper
He stalks you until you repeat the celebrities' name so he can google him and ruin his career
But once he looks up the idol, he sees that he also has dark curly hair with deep brown eyes
He actually researches and tries to learn about the idol more so he can take note on what you like
That's when he learns that the idol is known as a funny and protective person, just like him
He giggles to himself and decides to be insanely cocky
He prints out a photo of himself in the same pose as the idol, rounds the corners, and even puts his own signature on the back
The next day, he hands it to you and is smirking to himself
But... surprisingly... you didn't know it wasn't the idol????
You smiled widely and freak out, you thank him and quickly put it in the back of your phone case
From that, he smiles insanely widely. Not only at how cute you were from freaking out, but by also knowing he's on the back of your phone without you even knowing
THEODORE (friends)
He's always known you were a fangirl but it was normally for weird things
You've had a few celebrity crushes over the years, but it's never been this extreme before
"GOD I WANNA LIVE IN HIS TOILET!!!" You shouted as you stared at a photo of the celebrity
Theo never understood how people got so attached but he was curious
How hot was this guy for you to like him THIS much? and why was he so jealous?
Theo has always been confident in his looks since he pulls bitches left and right
But, for some reason, he's suddenly strongly craving your validation
He asks you to show him the celebrity, only to see an almost exact clone of himself
Light fluffy brown hair, green eyes that were the same shape as his, thick brows, and a strong jaw
Theo smiles lightly and shakes his head, you perceived it as him making fun of your crush
You hide your phone from him and proceed to watch a pile of edits of this man on loop
Although he didn't get the hype of being a fangirl, he supported this one
He researches the celebrity during his free time and tries to become more like him slightly
Of course, he doesn't change anything drastically
But he might get the same shirt or shoes as him
LORENZO (rivals?) (can you tell he's my favorite?)
You and Lorenzo were constantly at the top of your charms class within the entire school
Both of you have constantly gone head to head with each other just to compete for first place, only to tie for it together
There was no hatred or extreme feelings, just a fun rivalry that was oddly flirtatious at times
While you were in the library with a few friends studying, you suddenly start slamming your fist on the desk
Lorenzo was often in the library in order to check out new books to read in order to beat you
He looked over, worried that something bad happened
But all he saw was you on the floor, as if you melted, with your phone held high showcasing a man
He was curious as to how you got to the floor so fast despite banging on the table only 2 seconds ago, but he didn't care
Many people in the school shipped you and Lorenzo, but you both always denied it in order to not make it awkward
But, Lorenzo has liked you for ages. Despite that fact that he's a fuckboy, he would give up everything just to kiss you
"I would save his nail clippings and make a necklace out of it" You said in a harsh whisper that made all your friends hold back a laugh
Lorenzo was shocked, he's never seen you be so vulgar
He felt slightly hurt, not only by the fact that you were freaking out over some celebrity but also because he's never seen you act like this with him
"The things I would do for this man is un-ex-plain-a-ble" You aggressively whispered as you slammed your fist on the desk again
The librarian came around and told your whole group to shut up, which made Lorenzo happy
He decided to do his usual routine, he walked up to you and flicked you on the head as a joking gesture
You wince and hold your forehead, that's when he looks at your phone and sees the name of the celebrity
He repeats the name over and over and over and OVER in his head until he gets to his dorm and instantly searches him up on his phone
That's when he sees how similar he is to the celebrity
At first, he was doubting it since he didn't want to be cocky
But he told Theo and Theo instantly agreed, saying the celebrity looks just like him
Sharp jawline and cheekbones, fair skin, soft light brown hair, brown eyes, and even the same body build
He smiled to himself, feeling a bit of self love for himself from seeing how similar he is to your favorite celebrity
He's always been slightly insecure of his body build due to most of the guys in Hogwarts being buff as shit while Lorenzo was slightly more lean
But seeing the celebrity be called the heart-throb of the year made him really happy
After he knows all of this, he's much more confident around you and even finds subtle ways to bring up how he knows your type
Uses this as evidence against you to make you blush during petty arguments
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Iโm here.
โฉMattheo Riddle x Reader
Summary: The one where Mattheo is spiralling and he needs a way out. He doesnโt expect to find it right in front of him. Alternatively: He doesnโt realise he is loved, by you.
A/N: Riddles ๐ค Internal Monologues. Iโve postponed a smut to write this because my heart belongs to angst. REQUESTS ARE OPEN ๐ป
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Child abuse, Substance Abuse, Unhealthy Family environments, Depression. This is quite a heavy read.
Mattheo liked to think of himself as an independent person. It wasn't of his own volition, of course. He didn't exactly have the most supportive home environment. From the day he turned up to Hogwarts after the summer holidays, with scuff marks on his shoes, ragged clothing, hunger gnawing at his insides like a ravenous beast and a bruise spattering the left side of his face, he learnt that the world would not show mercy on him. No, Mattheo had to do it on his own.
He did indeed feel grateful for his friends, who didn't need to utter a word in their support. It wasn't hums of sympathy or pitying looks. It was them brushing off his back when he fell, it was saving the work for him when he had rough evenings, it was pouring him a coffee when he sat down for breakfast without saying a word. Their friendship was not reflected in their words, no, for words were futile. It was in their actions. And Mattheo would be eternally grateful for them.
But even then, it was he who was surrounded by so many, who felt the most alone.
He couldn't ever speak of his issues, he didn't think he ever could. His friends loved him, but not in the way unconditional love came. It need not be romantic, no, Mattheo was not a fool. He didn't care for that when he could barely get himself together. But his deepest secret was not his family's past, nor was it the hidden bruises under his uniform.
Rather, it was that Mattheo simply, had the most terrible, incredibly human need, for love.
For the sort of love that would let you look at the most broken down, raw parts of a person, and still speak of them with reverence.
It tears at your skin. It digs its claws into your feeble skin, and it pulls, It tugs, and it screams. It bares its teeth, it etches its name into your soul. It feeds on you, it consumes you, it hurts you. It bleeds in front of you.
It bleeds, yet it does not cower under the weight of its own vulnerability, because it knows you love it. You lean down, and you cradle it as though it was the most delicate thing on earth. It shrieks in your arms, it continues clawing at you.
You hold it. You are not afraid.
It bleeds, and it makes you bleed with it.
Itโs ok.
You'll clean it. You are not afraid.
It was, in its purest form, an ugly thing. Ugly, yet so undeniably beautiful. His heart could only ache, and clench at the thought of such an unconditional love. The idea that someone could see him for him, see Mattheo for Mattheo and not for his father, or for his friends, or for his loud, raucous persona that he put on, or his unhealthy habits.
But how could someone see Mattheo for himself, when he himself didn't know who he was?
He wondered what the rest of his life held for him, often. Sprawled out on his bed, a near-empty bottle of Odgensโ fire whiskey loosely clutched in his hands. His hands are cold; they never warmed.
He always had this feeling in his throat. A sort of suffocating weight, a pain that restricted him. It made it hard to swallow, and even harder to speak.
People would think he'd be out partying. Maybe getting with a girl. With his friends.
It's not that he didn't do that. He did. But it got to a point where the face of one girl blurred into another, he couldn't tell his mornings from evenings. Floating on a high that would sink into an undistinguishable low, one and the same.
He never slept. Whilst they didn't outwardly question it, his friends would jibe and jeer at him, assuming the bags under his eyes were due to his late-night rendezvous with another girl.
Would they look at him differently if they knew it came from nightmares?
He couldn't sleep, because every time he closes his eyes the depths of his mind torment him with images from his past.
His fatherโs hand comes down, cruel and unforgiving. The bruises mar his skin, but it became the norm. The purples and greens became akin to home more than anything else he had.
In his dreams, his legs do not reach as far as they do now. His calloused hands are smooth once more, and his eyes are wide and honest.
He is young once more, and it does not bring him ease.
He seeks out his mother, he yearns for comfort. She does not give it to him. He is met with the harsh sound of a slap resounding, and his cheek starts hurting. He's confused, and then-
Oh.
Right.
His eyes close, and they open again. He is now looking in the mirror, and he is back to the way he is now. He is standing there, and he cannot tell why he is. He looks the same, yet somehow unrecognisable. Mattheo knows himself well, but right now he feels as though there is a stranger in front of him. That can't be him, he thinks, but he has the same faded scar on his right eyebrow, and his jaw is clenched in the same way. His nose is slightly crooked from when he tried to mend his broken nose at the age of 8.
He meets his eyes in the mirror, and they stare back at him. There isn't that familiar gleam of exhaustion. There isnโt sadness, yet he isn't relieved to see it. He looks in the mirror, and he sees himself. He sees his father reflected in him.
He is watching, and a child approaches him. He is young, as Mattheo was. He barely manages to walk over without stumbling. He looks up at Mattheo - the one in the mirror. Mattheo looks down, but he does not see the kid next to him. He stares back at Mattheo in the mirror, and his reflection is looking down at the child. His stomach starts to hurt. His insides churn, and the reflection raises a hand. The child looks up at him, the same way Mattheo looked up at his mother. The hand comes down, and the harsh sound of a slap resounds throughout the room. The child cries. Mattheo's cheek hurts.
He wakes.
Gasping, sweat clinging to his forehead. His body is freezing, and his mind is reeling. His heart is pounding frantically, and he throws the blanket off him, rubbing a hand over his face as he groans.
He couldn't sleep, He was terrified of trying to do so. His eyes flicker over to the clock on his wall.
2:00 am.
Every time he shuts his eyes, he sees the child looking up at his reflection in the mirror. He sees his reflection raising its hand. In the silence, he hears the sound of the slap, he hears the cries of the child. It mingles with his own, he cannot not tell whose is whose.
He gets up, slipping his hoodie on. His movements are groggy because even if his mind couldn't sleep, his body still needed it.
Then again, one more night of resorting to drinking himself to sleep and he wouldn't be sure if he would wake again. His feet lead him to your room before his mind registers it. He doesn't know why he's standing outside your door, but you were his friend. Perhaps, a closer friend than the rest of them. He knew you'd be up, and he needed to not be alone right now.
Mattheo was a very independent person most of the time, but now was not one of those times.
That terrible, incredibly human need comes back again.
His hand rests on the doorknob, the cool metal still warmer than his own skin. He hesitates, but he pushes the door open.
Your door was always open for him.
As he expected, you were awake. Stretched out on your bed, propped up on a few cushions as you read a book. Your eyes flicker up as you look over at Mattheo, the confusion on your face very quickly fading as you see the state he's in.
You do not say anything, and he is grateful. You put your book to the side. You do not slide over to the side and offer Mattheo a spot next to you like you always do. You instead, continue looking over at him. Instead, you open your arms. You do not say anything, and you beckon him over.
He does not move immediately. He gazes at you for a second and once again, his feet move, and he gravitates towards you before his mind can even compute what heโs doing. The mattress squeaks slightly under your combined weight, as he comes over. He lowers down onto you, his head resting on your chest as he wraps his arms around your midsection. You cradle him as though he was the most delicate thing on earth. His cold skin meets yours, and its intransigence wavers.
He warms, and it is the most beautiful feeling.
He clings to you, as though trying to merge his existence with yours, afraid you'll slip away.
You hold him.
โI'm here,โ You whisper.
It doesn't take long after that.
His head is hidden in your chest. Your fingers card through his brown curls.
You hold him.
He weeps.
You hold him.
You do not let go. He cries, and he cries till his throat is dry, and your shirt is soaked. He cries, and not once does your hold on him waver.
You are not disgusted by him. You do not look at him differently. It is amidst those tears that he comes to the realisation that he did not have to search very far. He is not just seeking comfort; he's holding onto the love and acceptance he's always craved. The raw, unfiltered emotion takes him by surprise, and he lets it wash over him. He did not cower under his own vulnerability any more, no, for his vulnerability is both liberating and overwhelming.
His sobs gradually subside, and your hold only loosens slightly when his body no longer shakes with the weight of his emotions. The feeling in his throat is gone.
He doesn't look up at you, but it's okay. You still look at him the same way. Your lips press a tender kiss against his messy hair lightly. His arms wrap around you tighter. You both remain silent. You donโt need to speak the words, because Mattheo knows.
Everything would be okay, if only for tonight.
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A manโs best friend | T.N
(tW: NSFW , sex toys)
Iโve talked about how Theo is the Master worshiper , but this time id like to say how much he loves using toys on you in bed.
If he had to choose between using a vibrator on you or a condom for safety heโd choose the vibrator no hesitation, but letโs be real he wouldnโt use protection with you anyway.
โIt just feels so much better when I get to feel you gripping me with your wetness, dolcezzaโ
His head game is already top tier. Heโs an absolute munch for you and that added with a vibrator, itโs drives you absolutely insane. He loves it. Knowing your orgasms are at the palm of his hand, he could overstimulate you, tease you, let you cum, or his absolute favorite, make you beg for it.
Usually he teases you till your clit is swollen and sensitive, best time for his mouth to suck on it in his opinion. Watching your body contort in all sorts of ways, making the most lude faces that only heโll ever see.
Donโt even get me started on when he found out you had a dildo. He was shocked; absolutely couldnโt believe that his girl would keep this from him. why? Not because he was jealous, no thatโs not why, but because he couldโve been using it on you the entire time. He embraces your pleasure, maybe even a little more than you do.
Your dildo wasnโt exactly matching to your boyfriends rather large.. package;) Making you tell him how much better his dick would feel, โGo on troia, beg for my cock. You know itโll feel so much better than thisโ.. โCosรฌ sporco per meโ (so dirty for me).
His eyes would watch over your entire body intently, enjoying every second of seeing you use it on yourself. It mightโve taken some convincing for you to agree however seeing you in this vulnerable, pleasurable state, it drove him insane.
Some of your best sessions happened with sex toys, and if youโre wondering he would only ever use a fake pussy, but that is only if you brought the idea up first.
Thereโs been a few times he felt especially dominant, sticking the dildo onto the mirror and forcing you to suck it as he pounds into you. Watching to make sure you take all of it because, โIf you can take me, you can take all of that, be good for me principessaโ. Heโd watch the drool fall from your mouth as your eyes rolled back, still sucking on it just to please him.
Believe me, everything you do with him sexually will always end up as something you reminisce on later. Everytime will be memorable and he makes absolute sure of it.
This is meh and the ending is kinda rushed :,)
Iโve just had a lot of random ideas recently so i hope u all enjoy me putting them out ๐ Alsooo my requests are open!! I wonโt take them all BUT i will take all the ones that spark my imagination and interest so hopefully thatโs the majority!!
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