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Under the cut is my masterlist and rules/guidelines for requesting! Thank you to anyone who reads my fics, I appreciate you! ♡
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Rules & Guidlines:
Who I write for: Draco Malfoy (I will add more in the future!)
What I write: Angst & Fluff, Headcanons, Drabbles, & Oneshots. Very occasionally, I may write smut which will always be noted on this masterlist with an asterisk * and indicated as 18+ Only on the fic itself.
What I don't write: Anything involving domestic violence between romantic partners or SA. Please do not request anything of this nature; thank you.
MASTERLIST
Drabbles
Sleepy Smiles (Draco x Reader)
Heavy rainfall, soaked clothes, and a warm embrace (Draco x Reader)
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author's note: just a silly little post about what I personally think each boy's aesthetic would be.
TOM is dark academia.
blazers, houndstooth vests, tweed jackets, oxford shoes, classic white button ups, plaid trousers, tortoiseshell glasses, and tailored coats.
REGULUS is light academia.
white billowy shirts, wingtips, slim fit trousers, uni jumpers, suspenders, silk button downs, argyle vests, and family heirloom necklaces.
MATTHEO is soft grunge.
tattered band tees, classic chuck taylors, faded flannels, shredded black denim jeans, leather jackets, cargo pants, beat up doc martens, and chunky rings.
THEO is indie skaterboy.
oversized patterned jumpers, carhartt jackets, vintage graphic tees, baggy jeans, chunky chain necklaces, high top vans, beanies in every color, and tote bags.
DRACO is old money.
tailored suits, perfectly pressed dress shirts, italian leather shoes, silk pocket squares, neutral turtlenecks, expensive wristwatches, dark dress pants, and family heirloom rings.
BLAISE is preppy athleisure.
rugby shirts, cricket sweaters, new balance trainers, fleece sweatpants, puffer jackets, monogrammed socks, functional fanny packs, and bucket hats.
A "the moment they realized they were in love with you" scenario with Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, & Mattheo Riddle.
A/N: Yay!! I am so excited to be sharing these little scenarios. I'm planning to do many more, so if you enjoy please let me know! This is my first time writing for Theo & Mattheo, so please be gentle with me! P.S. No, I will not stop naming fics after Taylor Swift songs lmao. 💚
Warnings: Brief mentions of familial trauma/dynamics, getting high, and a bruise.
DRACO
Draco invited you over to a dinner at Malfoy Manor, one that all of his extended family would be attending; this was to be your first time meeting not only his parents, but every wretched relative. As the pair of you approached the grand doors, hands interlocked, Draco took a deep breath, fidgeting with his tie. With the way he behaved, one might assume he was meeting your family. In the hours prior to your arrival, as you’d both gotten ready side by side in your shared bathroom at his flat in London, it had become evident that he was far more nervous about the dinner than you, despite being the guest.
Draco knew very well what his family could be like, the silent judgment, nay, evaluation you were about to unknowingly undergo. The unforgiving eyes of his kin would be on you all night, sizing you up, determining whether they deemed you worthy of him and the status any potential marriage would afford. Of course, he didn’t really care what any of them had to say about your worth. No, he was nervous for another reason; he feared they would scare you, the only truly good and perfect thing in his life, away.
As the door swung open to a grinning Narcissa, Draco watched as you easily fell into a greeting, kissing his mother on each cheek without him needing to facilitate an introduction. The rest of the night followed the same pattern, you charming his family members with your bright, easy smile; your poised, elegant manners; your kind heart, and quick wit. During the main course, as you regaled his father with a story of your time spent interning at the Ministry, you had him laughing, an honest to Merlin, full bodied laugh. Half-way through dinner, his mum leaned in to whisper her approval.
“She’s a keeper, Draco,” she insisted, “so lovely.”
The night drawing to a close, you and Draco departed into the chilly, November air; snowflakes kissed your nose, your hair, as the pair of you made your way down the long carriage way headed towards the gates.
“So,” he began, pulling you closer into him with the arm that was interlocked with yours, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, “what did you think?”
“I had a great time!” you affirmed, “I don’t know why you were so worried, everyone was so welcoming. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.”
“Well, I suspect that’s because you’re, well–you,” he chuckled, eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, “it’s impossible not to love you.” Stopping in your tracks, you turned to face him, waiting for him to meet your eyes.
“Draco Malfoy,” you said, incredulously, tone light in case it had just been an unconscious choice of word, “did you just imply that you love me?”
Pausing a beat as his eyes explored your face, his heart fluttered; he’d never been more sure of anything in his adult life. He loved your kind-heart, your compassion, your ability to see the best in everyone, most especially when it wasn’t deserved; he loved the way you made him want to be a better person, the way you put him at ease, the way you made him feel as though he was truly worthy of love.
“Yes, I did,” he reiterated, “I do love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Draco,” you returned, heart skipping a beat as his lips met yours in a warm, loving kiss.
THEO
Speedwalking into the Slytherin common room, you bee-lined to a floppy brown mop of a head, buried deep into a pristine copy of Advanced Charms. Hovering above your boyfriend, Theo, you crossed your arms, smug smile spreading across your face as he finally glanced up from his book.
“If the intel I’ve received is correct, then I may have just secured us an even better hideout than the astronomy tower,” you announced; closing his book, he raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so?” he questioned, skeptical but amused at your enthusiasm; that Slytherin ambition that held so true in you apparently extended to scouting out the best places to get high or spend an intimate moment alone with one another.
Nodding, you wiggled your eyebrows in question, “Care to come find out?”
Glancing at the clock, he noted the time; curfew began hours ago. He certainly wasn’t about to let you sneak out alone, not that he would ever turn down a chance to spend time with you anyway.
“An adventure with you, tesoro mio?” he crooned, “there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
Traversing further and further away from the castle across the pitch black grounds, nothing but lumos to light the way, Theo followed your lead. Chuckling, he shook his head from his place a few steps behind you, watching as you marched determinedly onward.
“Are we there yet?” he teased. Though he was genuinely beginning to wonder where exactly you were taking him, and hoped that wherever it was would be worth the hike; at least the astronomy tower was inside the castle, less distance to cover, less chance of being caught. Slowing down, you extend a hand towards him; he laced your fingers together as he waited for you to continue.
“Almost,” you assured, “look, just ahead of us.”
Theo glanced out as far as the light from his wand would allow, confused; the only notable structure in sight was the…whomping willow. The brunet stilled, causing you to be pulled back despite your continued movement; halting, you turned to face your boyfriend.
“Please tell me the bloody whomping willow is not our destination?” he entreated, the hand that wasn’t holding your own scratching the back of his neck.
“Well–not exactly,” you returned, chewing your bottom lip nervously.
“Are you mad?” he questioned, but was quickly pulled along, his feet betraying him as he followed you towards the murderous tree.
“No, you’ll see,” you assured, now mere meters away from the monstrous plant.
“Duck!” you shouted, and he obeyed, just in time to avoid the swinging branch leveled straight at his head. He followed your lead, crawling the remaining distance across the grass before pressing hard on a knot at the tree’s base. All at once, the swinging arms paused, rendered immobile. Before he could register all that was unfolding, he watched you disappear into a tunnel entrance near the roots. Sighing, pleading silently with Salazar to give him strength, he descended into the unknown. Surfacing into an old, dirty home, Theo’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Where are we?” he asked, taking in his new environment; while way dirtier than he would have liked, the house was relatively intact, and with a bit of spellwork to make it livable, it would truly serve as a nice hideaway.
“The Shrieking Shack!” you exclaimed, excitement overflowing as you bounced slightly at the realization, “I can’t believe it was true.”
As he watched the wave of pure elation move through you, he felt a tug at his heart; he watched as you donned the most beautiful, bright smile he’d ever seen, tangentially aware that you were speaking to him, but he didn’t hear a word. Overcome with the realization that had been slowly building for weeks, finally, in this small, precious moment he knew without a shadow of a doubt. He loved you.
“Theo?” you called, head cocked to the side, drawing his attention back after he’d failed to keep up with the conversation.
Sauntering over, he gripped your jaw, lips crashing into yours in a kiss so passionate that heat spread across your skin, a flushed glow following in its wake.
“I love you, cuore mio,” he confessed against your lips, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Dazed by the kiss, stunned by the words he’d just spoken, you blinked, gathering your thoughts.
“I love you too,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, “so much.”
MATTHEO
As you exited the Potion’s classroom, the devilish smile and big, brown puppy dog eyes of your boyfriend, Mattheo immediately caught your attention. Directly across from the entrance to the class, he stood, one foot up against the wall as he leaned his weight back into the stone, arms crossed. Unable to hide the lovesick smile that spread across your face, you ran over, dropping your bag as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his chest; chuckling, he kissed the hair at the crown of your head.
“Miss me?” he teased, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes.
Nodding, a closed mouth smile still plastered on your face, you clocked the freshly formed bruise on his cheekbone; he’d not had it the last time you saw him, which was dinner the night before. Mattheo’s absence in your first three classes of the day had not gone unnoticed, but was frankly, not all that unusual. Releasing you, he kicked off from the wall, leaning down to grab your bookbag; he slung it over his shoulder as he possessively interlocked your fingers, guiding you down the corridor towards the staircase.
“Anything exciting happen in class today?” he asked, making conversation as you navigated the castle, heading in the direction of the Great Hall for lunch.
“No, of course not, you weren’t there,” you laughed, quickly pulling Mattheo away from running into a group of third years in his path, his eyes were trained solely on you, “I’ll let you copy my notes, and we can work on the potions assignment together later.”
“What would I do without you?” he pondered with a dreamy, sing-song voice.
“Be expelled, likely,” you quipped; he scoffed, feigning insult.
“Don’t get any bright ideas though,” you joked, “even if you got expelled, I’d just have to do something heinous so we could be Hogwarts rejects together. I’m here to stay, Riddle.”
All at once, time stopped; the students traversing the corridors seemed to be moving in slow motion past him, a warmth spread through his chest, and he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of his face. A quiet understanding settled in, like a light switch had been flipped in his brain, you loved him, and at once, he was certain he loved you too.
Through all his tumultuous ups and downs, wanton mischief, and very real familial melodrama, you had been there; no judgement, no attempt to change him against his will, just a quiet acceptance, meeting him where he was at, knowing his heart, seeing his potential.
“I hope so,” he finally answered, “because I’m not letting you go.”
Glancing around, not wanting such a vulnerable moment on display in front of his classmates, he pulled you into an empty broom closet.
“Mattheo! What’re you–,” you protested, only to be cut off by his rushed words.
“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he admitted, hand pressed to the wall beside your head, those pretty brown orbs boring into you with such intensity it made you a little weak in the knees. Hands slowly slinking around his waist, feeling the hard muscle of his abdomen, his back, you pulled him closer into your body.
“Well, I hope you are,” you spoke earnestly, biting your lip before you continued, “because I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, as I am that I love you.”
Plush lips met yours in a hungry kiss; allowing his lips to do the talking, he’d always been best at expressing himself in physical acts, more so than words. His lips brushed yours ever so lightly as he reluctantly pulled away. After a few beats, neither of you sure what to do or say next, you broke the tension.
“Now that we’ve established we’re in love,” you suggested, “let’s get out of this dusty broom closet and into the Great Hall before our friends eat all the best stuff.”
Chuckling, he peaked the door open, peering around to ensure you wouldn’t be seen before ushering you out, and into the rest of your lives together.
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From someone who only recently got into him. I could be wrong, since I can't trace back his roots much. Some of these are inspired by other writings, Marcus Lopez in Deadly Class, and my own bot usage.
I wrote this in about 5 minutes. Just a warning.
Mattheo is, of course, reserved around those he isn't close to. He tends to act cold, and will go as far to make himself seem threatening if he feels like it (whether that's actually true or not is your interpretation).
If he does something kind for someone without being asked, he prefers to let it go unmentioned.
"Thanks for getting that for me." "Yeah, yeah, If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Scorpio, Scorpio, Scorpio! This is the one time I'll assign my star sign to a character because it fits him so well, along with his face claim being a Scorpio as well.
Mattheo loves The Smiths. There is no arguing there. This is definitely Marcus inspired, but it is just so nice.
He wears black almost exclusively. It is just his go-to and fits his general vibe. If he must, he'll go for a neutral-toned checkered flannel or jean jacket when it gets cold.
Mattheo has immaculate handwriting. Like, people look at his work and can't help but stare because they're surprised at the quality of it.
He drinks black coffee in the mornings, and that's it.
Does get into a lot of fights. And he wins all of them. However, unlike what others may think, he tries to give someone a chance to out themselves from a potential fight before he goes in.
Loves the horror genre. He talks up paranormal horror as the superior subgenre but will sit down and enjoy just about any kind.
He is a Resident Evil fan (Resident Evil 1 came out in 1996, so this is for slightly more modern au's).
His closest friends are Theo and Blaise, but he gets along well with Enzo and has an okay relationship with Draco.
He is knowledgeable and a strong critical thinker but doesn't care much about academics. Besides Defense Against The Dark Arts, he is really talented at Potions.
'Claims' people. His icy demeanor is rather tough to break; once he lets you in, it's like a switch is flipped, and he's more possessive and protective than anyone could've anticipated.
Has a mean jealous streak. This has been known, lol.
I think he prefers cats - but honestly, I see him being hesitant towards pets. He is still sweet toward them and would be a love bug with a pet of his own, but I can see a pet approaching him, and he wouldn't know what to do at first, haha.
Mattheo is sarcastic to his core. Shows his affection through teasing. But he can be quite serious and good at knowing the right words to support someone when needed.
Slight NSFW implications - incredibly dominant, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind that's not his preferred mode 99% of the time.
To see Mattheo's sweet side is a real treat, but he keeps that part for whom he adores the most.
His love language is physical touch and its not even close. If he falls for you, he'll always make sure to be touching you in any way that is possible at that instance.
A "the moment they realized they were in love with you" scenario with Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, & Mattheo Riddle.
A/N: Yay!! I am so excited to be sharing these little scenarios. I'm planning to do many more, so if you enjoy please let me know! This is my first time writing for Theo & Mattheo, so please be gentle with me! P.S. No, I will not stop naming fics after Taylor Swift songs lmao. 💚
Warnings: Brief mentions of familial trauma/dynamics, getting high, and a bruise.
DRACO
Draco invited you over to a dinner at Malfoy Manor, one that all of his extended family would be attending; this was to be your first time meeting not only his parents, but every wretched relative. As the pair of you approached the grand doors, hands interlocked, Draco took a deep breath, fidgeting with his tie. With the way he behaved, one might assume he was meeting your family. In the hours prior to your arrival, as you’d both gotten ready side by side in your shared bathroom at his flat in London, it had become evident that he was far more nervous about the dinner than you, despite being the guest.
Draco knew very well what his family could be like, the silent judgment, nay, evaluation you were about to unknowingly undergo. The unforgiving eyes of his kin would be on you all night, sizing you up, determining whether they deemed you worthy of him and the status any potential marriage would afford. Of course, he didn’t really care what any of them had to say about your worth. No, he was nervous for another reason; he feared they would scare you, the only truly good and perfect thing in his life, away.
As the door swung open to a grinning Narcissa, Draco watched as you easily fell into a greeting, kissing his mother on each cheek without him needing to facilitate an introduction. The rest of the night followed the same pattern, you charming his family members with your bright, easy smile; your poised, elegant manners; your kind heart, and quick wit. During the main course, as you regaled his father with a story of your time spent interning at the Ministry, you had him laughing, an honest to Merlin, full bodied laugh. Half-way through dinner, his mum leaned in to whisper her approval.
“She’s a keeper, Draco,” she insisted, “so lovely.”
The night drawing to a close, you and Draco departed into the chilly, November air; snowflakes kissed your nose, your hair, as the pair of you made your way down the long carriage way headed towards the gates.
“So,” he began, pulling you closer into him with the arm that was interlocked with yours, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, “what did you think?”
“I had a great time!” you affirmed, “I don’t know why you were so worried, everyone was so welcoming. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.”
“Well, I suspect that’s because you’re, well–you,” he chuckled, eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, “it’s impossible not to love you.” Stopping in your tracks, you turned to face him, waiting for him to meet your eyes.
“Draco Malfoy,” you said, incredulously, tone light in case it had just been an unconscious choice of word, “did you just imply that you love me?”
Pausing a beat as his eyes explored your face, his heart fluttered; he’d never been more sure of anything in his adult life. He loved your kind-heart, your compassion, your ability to see the best in everyone, most especially when it wasn’t deserved; he loved the way you made him want to be a better person, the way you put him at ease, the way you made him feel as though he was truly worthy of love.
“Yes, I did,” he reiterated, “I do love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Draco,” you returned, heart skipping a beat as his lips met yours in a warm, loving kiss.
THEO
Speedwalking into the Slytherin common room, you bee-lined to a floppy brown mop of a head, buried deep into a pristine copy of Advanced Charms. Hovering above your boyfriend, Theo, you crossed your arms, smug smile spreading across your face as he finally glanced up from his book.
“If the intel I’ve received is correct, then I may have just secured us an even better hideout than the astronomy tower,” you announced; closing his book, he raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so?” he questioned, skeptical but amused at your enthusiasm; that Slytherin ambition that held so true in you apparently extended to scouting out the best places to get high or spend an intimate moment alone with one another.
Nodding, you wiggled your eyebrows in question, “Care to come find out?”
Glancing at the clock, he noted the time; curfew began hours ago. He certainly wasn’t about to let you sneak out alone, not that he would ever turn down a chance to spend time with you anyway.
“An adventure with you, tesoro mio?” he crooned, “there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
Traversing further and further away from the castle across the pitch black grounds, nothing but lumos to light the way, Theo followed your lead. Chuckling, he shook his head from his place a few steps behind you, watching as you marched determinedly onward.
“Are we there yet?” he teased. Though he was genuinely beginning to wonder where exactly you were taking him, and hoped that wherever it was would be worth the hike; at least the astronomy tower was inside the castle, less distance to cover, less chance of being caught. Slowing down, you extend a hand towards him; he laced your fingers together as he waited for you to continue.
“Almost,” you assured, “look, just ahead of us.”
Theo glanced out as far as the light from his wand would allow, confused; the only notable structure in sight was the…whomping willow. The brunet stilled, causing you to be pulled back despite your continued movement; halting, you turned to face your boyfriend.
“Please tell me the bloody whomping willow is not our destination?” he entreated, the hand that wasn’t holding your own scratching the back of his neck.
“Well–not exactly,” you returned, chewing your bottom lip nervously.
“Are you mad?” he questioned, but was quickly pulled along, his feet betraying him as he followed you towards the murderous tree.
“No, you’ll see,” you assured, now mere meters away from the monstrous plant.
“Duck!” you shouted, and he obeyed, just in time to avoid the swinging branch leveled straight at his head. He followed your lead, crawling the remaining distance across the grass before pressing hard on a knot at the tree’s base. All at once, the swinging arms paused, rendered immobile. Before he could register all that was unfolding, he watched you disappear into a tunnel entrance near the roots. Sighing, pleading silently with Salazar to give him strength, he descended into the unknown. Surfacing into an old, dirty home, Theo’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Where are we?” he asked, taking in his new environment; while way dirtier than he would have liked, the house was relatively intact, and with a bit of spellwork to make it livable, it would truly serve as a nice hideaway.
“The Shrieking Shack!” you exclaimed, excitement overflowing as you bounced slightly at the realization, “I can’t believe it was true.”
As he watched the wave of pure elation move through you, he felt a tug at his heart; he watched as you donned the most beautiful, bright smile he’d ever seen, tangentially aware that you were speaking to him, but he didn’t hear a word. Overcome with the realization that had been slowly building for weeks, finally, in this small, precious moment he knew without a shadow of a doubt. He loved you.
“Theo?” you called, head cocked to the side, drawing his attention back after he’d failed to keep up with the conversation.
Sauntering over, he gripped your jaw, lips crashing into yours in a kiss so passionate that heat spread across your skin, a flushed glow following in its wake.
“I love you, cuore mio,” he confessed against your lips, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Dazed by the kiss, stunned by the words he’d just spoken, you blinked, gathering your thoughts.
“I love you too,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, “so much.”
MATTHEO
As you exited the Potion’s classroom, the devilish smile and big, brown puppy dog eyes of your boyfriend, Mattheo immediately caught your attention. Directly across from the entrance to the class, he stood, one foot up against the wall as he leaned his weight back into the stone, arms crossed. Unable to hide the lovesick smile that spread across your face, you ran over, dropping your bag as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his chest; chuckling, he kissed the hair at the crown of your head.
“Miss me?” he teased, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes.
Nodding, a closed mouth smile still plastered on your face, you clocked the freshly formed bruise on his cheekbone; he’d not had it the last time you saw him, which was dinner the night before. Mattheo’s absence in your first three classes of the day had not gone unnoticed, but was frankly, not all that unusual. Releasing you, he kicked off from the wall, leaning down to grab your bookbag; he slung it over his shoulder as he possessively interlocked your fingers, guiding you down the corridor towards the staircase.
“Anything exciting happen in class today?” he asked, making conversation as you navigated the castle, heading in the direction of the Great Hall for lunch.
“No, of course not, you weren’t there,” you laughed, quickly pulling Mattheo away from running into a group of third years in his path, his eyes were trained solely on you, “I’ll let you copy my notes, and we can work on the potions assignment together later.”
“What would I do without you?” he pondered with a dreamy, sing-song voice.
“Be expelled, likely,” you quipped; he scoffed, feigning insult.
“Don’t get any bright ideas though,” you joked, “even if you got expelled, I’d just have to do something heinous so we could be Hogwarts rejects together. I’m here to stay, Riddle.”
All at once, time stopped; the students traversing the corridors seemed to be moving in slow motion past him, a warmth spread through his chest, and he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of his face. A quiet understanding settled in, like a light switch had been flipped in his brain, you loved him, and at once, he was certain he loved you too.
Through all his tumultuous ups and downs, wanton mischief, and very real familial melodrama, you had been there; no judgement, no attempt to change him against his will, just a quiet acceptance, meeting him where he was at, knowing his heart, seeing his potential.
“I hope so,” he finally answered, “because I’m not letting you go.”
Glancing around, not wanting such a vulnerable moment on display in front of his classmates, he pulled you into an empty broom closet.
“Mattheo! What’re you–,” you protested, only to be cut off by his rushed words.
“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he admitted, hand pressed to the wall beside your head, those pretty brown orbs boring into you with such intensity it made you a little weak in the knees. Hands slowly slinking around his waist, feeling the hard muscle of his abdomen, his back, you pulled him closer into your body.
“Well, I hope you are,” you spoke earnestly, biting your lip before you continued, “because I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, as I am that I love you.”
Plush lips met yours in a hungry kiss; allowing his lips to do the talking, he’d always been best at expressing himself in physical acts, more so than words. His lips brushed yours ever so lightly as he reluctantly pulled away. After a few beats, neither of you sure what to do or say next, you broke the tension.
“Now that we’ve established we’re in love,” you suggested, “let’s get out of this dusty broom closet and into the Great Hall before our friends eat all the best stuff.”
Chuckling, he peaked the door open, peering around to ensure you wouldn’t be seen before ushering you out, and into the rest of your lives together.
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