"Tonight, I'm in the hands of fate
I hand myself over on a plate now /
Come, pull my strings, watch me move
I'd do anything, please (I'm yours to keep)."
—Behind The Wheel - Depeche Mode
The red glow of your bedroom lights illuminates Mattheo's sharp features as he grins at you beneath the crimson hues.
(You'd insisted they're romantic. His mouth had been too busy to disagree.)
The relationship between you is still new; the giddiness of falling for someone lingers over your every interaction. His kisses sprout butterflies in your stomach. His smile knocks the breath straight from your lungs.
It's that very same smile that has your heart thudding with a nervous beat as his hand snakes around your neck and glides under your hair like it belongs. His thumb, left free, rubs circles into the side of your throat. His grip is firm; it makes you feel safe and secure in a way you never before knew anyone could.
Mattheo pulls you into a kiss, your lips brushing together—once, twice, more; so chaste it makes your heart melt. When he finally pulls back, his dark eyes are sparkling with playful joy, ruby-red from the luminance.
It's the most gorgeous sight you've ever seen.
"You know," he murmurs, swiping his thumb up and down your neck, "I keep thinking how pretty you would look covered in hickeys." His grin turns predatory as he leans in at an angle and turns your neck in the direction of his hand, leaving your throat exposed to him. He begins to press firm kisses on the skin, each one slow and deliberate.
"Don't you dare," you breathe out in warning, even as goosebumps rise on your skin from the sensation. Damn him, and his soft lips, and his sultry grin, and absolutely everything else about him.
He sucks on the tough skin, his lips light enough to create a vacuum but not quite rough enough to leave marks. "I won't, pretty girl, don't worry," he hums in reassurance, though he's already found a new spot to worship with his attention. He licks a stripe up your neck, his tongue hot and wet. "But maybe one day..." His teeth graze on your skin, nip teasingly to wind you up as he continues, "One day, when we're all alone and no one's around to see..."
Your breath hitches in your throat, and your mind grows hazy from lust at even these simple gestures. He sucks a little bit harder, enough to leave a red mark that would fade by the next morning. You gasp quietly as he continues, "One day, like maybe on our honeymoon..." He punctuates the statement with another nip, but you barely notice it.
Honeymoon? He was already thinking about a honeymoon? You freeze, swallowing the lump in your throat as you listen to his seductive drawl.
"One day," he repeats, "I'll cover every inch of your body with my marks, until you're red and purple everywhere I can reach. Then, finally, everyone who ever looks at you will know that you're mine."
It's a hauntingly possessive statement for a relatively new relationship, but you can't hide the heated shiver it sends down your back. And you definitely can't hide your quiet moan when he goes ahead and sucks a love bite into your neck anyway.
At least he had the decency to do it where you can hide it with your hair, you manage to think before you kiss him senseless.
p.s.—welp, my first post. big thank you to @puddlesoffrogs for the beta read, as well as my irl editor E. and huge thank you to everyone who put up with all my stubbornness in the pursuit of peer pressuring me to post my first fic/drabble, lol. love you all <3
WOOP WOOP you did it! Proud of you and happy to have helped 🫶👏 this was deliciousssss — mattheos possessiveness sneaking out, his hold on us mentally and psychically HANDS ON OHR THROAT, LIPS ON OUR NECKS, HIS VOICEEEE
"You know," he murmurs, swiping his thumb up and down your neck, "I keep thinking how pretty you would look covered in hickeys." His grin turns predatory as he leans in at an angle and turns your neck in the direction of his hand, leaving your throat exposed to him. He begins to press firm kisses on the skin, each one slow and deliberate.
Honeymoon? He was already thinking about a honeymoon?
bahahah I love the way he’s so deranged in the sexiest way, like he’s just a yearner at heart realllly. what it’s only a new relationship pssssh he’s looking forwards a real planner 😍 that’s bf material !
pizzaaaaaaaaa as if reading it for me TWICE wasn't enough 😭🩷 I'm cackling fhekrjrjfh biggest whore that side of the Atlantic fr
you're so right, the light was actually green bc of all the green flags he's omitting!!!!! soooo dedicated, so future oriented, he's the perfect husband 👀👀👀
sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar
Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be special but what happens when everyone forgets except for one person?
Tags: hurt/comfort, it's reader's bday, Golden Trio slander, Ron being Ron, Mattheo to the rescue, happy ending, not really proofread, I can barely keep my eyes open so we'll blame that lol
A/n: Happy Birthday @theladyriddle 🥳 Surprise! I know you wanted me to come over to the dark side so here I am and I brought you cake🎂. I hope you like it and well if you don't😅 just forget about this story all together. Happy birthday so much and I love you! Ps: I'm sorry for lying to you when I asked for help with that one story😬
Today was an ordinary day. A day just like yesterday, tomorrow, and the day after that. A day in a week with your elbows buried deep in parchment paper and textbooks. Two assignments due in Charms, one in History of Magic, and a group project in potions.
Just an ordinary day.
It also was your birthday.
You had woken up, eager for the first time in weeks. For birthdays, you and your dorm mates go BIG. As soon as the birthday girl falls asleep, silencing charms thrown up before decorations happen. Streamers, balloons, and presents. Everyone is awake long before the sun comes up, breakfast brought up by a house elf. It was the greatest thing to ever happen.
Imagine your surprise when you wake up and find it bare and dead. Lavender and Parvati still fast asleep in their bed, snores coming from behind their curtains. Hermione's bed made perfect and empty.
You attempt to shove down the disappointment bubbling in your stomach. Did they-
You shake your head, dispelling the thought. There was no wast they forgot your birthday, right?
You quickly get out of bed, rushing through your morning routine. You were quite certain you forgot a step, and you knew for a fact that you almost sprayed your perfume into your mouth instead of your mint breath spray.
Maybe they have a surprise waiting in the Great Hall. Maybe Lav and Parvati were decoys and they were going to decorate once you're gone. That has to be it. Has to be because you couldn't bring yourself to imagine the alternative.
It happened. The worse case scenario actually happened.
They forgot.
Each and everyone of your friends forgot today was your birthday. Every time you saw one of them in the hallway or a classroom, you waited, holding on to the slightest sliver of hope that remained.
Yet nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And to add salt to the wound, Harry asked for the date during Transfiguration. Not even registering when you said it.
Pushing the cold potatoes around the plate, you look between your friends as they talk to each other. Not only did they forget your birthday, now they excluded you from the conversation. The pit of despair in your gut swirls.
How..how could they-
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asks, mouth full of food. Hermione scolds him for talking with his mouth full, smacking his arm.
"Are you okay though? You have been rather quiet today. If it's your studies, I can create you a timetable to help."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. You couldn't take this any longer. You stand up, storming out of the Great Hall.
Each of their birthdays, you made sure it was special. That they felt loved and appreciated. And this is how they repaid you.
Some great fucking friends they are.
Ever since your first year, you have found comfort in one other spot besides your dorm. The alder tree hidden behind the quidditch pitch. A place all to your own, that kept you sane from end of year exams to yule ball date failures.
"What's got your tail in a knot, little lion?" You look up, surprised to find the Slytherin Prince casually lounging on the branch above your head.
You must have been so in your head you didn't notice him. You quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks as you stand up, not wanting to add fuel to his taunts.
Mattheo Riddle, slytherin in your year. He was vicious, mean, and cruel. You once saw him knock a poor first year's book straight out of their hands. Seriously who does that?
"Not in the mood Riddle. Not today." You call over your shoulder as you walk away. Maybe Hagrid was in his hut. Surely he did forget.
Cold fingers wrap around your wrist, bring you to a stop. "What's wrong?" You shake your head, probably looking a bobble head with how much you have been shaking it.
"What's it to you? Going to tell all your friends that you found me crying. Fuck off." You spat, attempting to pull your arm from his grasp yet his grip tightens.
"Tell me." You press your lips into a thin line, tears lining your vision. Why wouldn't he just leave you alone? He looks around, curls bouncing around before his unusually warm eye fall back onto you.
"Come with me." He says, before dragging you back towards the castle. Your eyes wide n, a single tear slipping down your cheek. "Wait what?"
You died. Died of loneliness or maybe hypothermia from sitting out in the cold. But either way, you were dead.
The sight in front of you felt like a fever dream. The Mattheo Riddle whisking a batter, holding a conversation with a house elf as if they were old friends.
As for you, you sat perched on the counter where Mattheo placed you. Physically placed you. Picked you up, and told you not to move.
Not that you could even if you wanted to. This sight, has left you frozen.
"What are you making Riddle?" He flashes you a smirk. You noticed the flour dusted across his cheek. The way his smile seemed easy and warm unlike any time you had ever seen him smile. Wait have you ever seen him smile. Smirk, sure. But smile. Never. Mattheo clears his throat, winking at you. "Just you wait. You'll see."
"Now open your eyes." You listen, deciding it would be better to cooperate while being held hostage in the kitchens when he told you to sit a the table and close your eyes. A small gasp falls from your parted lips at the sight.
A messy lopsided cake sat on the table. Your name barely legible in icing still there and a single candle.
You look up, meeting his eyes. "What? What is this?" Mattheo rolls his eyes. "What does it look like?"
"But why?"
His cheeks flush, the scar across his nose more prominent, a shade darker. "Don't most people want cake on their birthday? If you hate it, then give it to Potter or Weasley." You shake your head, standing up. "I love it. Tha-thank you."
Your friends didn't remember your birthday but the guy who you fought endlessly with remembered and made you a cake?
A tear slips down your cheek as you pull him into a hug. "Thank you Ridd- Mattheo." He pulls back, cupping your cheek. His thumb brushes the tears away. "Happy birthday little lion."
"You didn't have to walk me back. I'm a big girl Riddle." Mattheo chuckles, elbow bumping into yours. "Back to Riddle, huh?" You shrug, the corner of your mouth twitching.
"What? You think because you remembered my birthday when all my friends forgot that our relationship would change?" His eyes widen as the toe of you come to a stop just short of the Fat Lady. "I mean.."
You couldn't do it any longer, letting go of the laugh bubbling inside. His shoulders sag in relief. "Of course it changed for me. I just didn't want to assume-" He cuts you off by take your hand into his, slowly brining it up to his lips.
"Please assume." He mumbles before his lips brushed against your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
A throat clears behind you. You turn, finding Harry, Ron, and Hermione glaring daggers at the boy who was still holding your hand.
"Step away from her Riddle." Harry growls, pushing up his glasses before taking a step forward.
Mattheo smirks, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand. This time his eyes never leaving Harry before letting your hands drop back down but still interlocked.
"Mattheo, please don't." You whisper, eyes focused solely on him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at your so called friends right now. "He's not worth it." He turns to you, his face softening instantly.
"Traitor!" Ron shouts, pointing directly at you as he steps into the space beside Harry. "Is that why you have been off today? Hiding out with this snake?" Your head snaps up, tears brimming your lashes. You look to Harry and Hermione yet neither say anything, nothing defending you. "How long have you been sleeping with the enemy?"
You laugh dryly, sounding similar to a villain in one of those muggle films. "You have no right. No right to judge me. Not when he is the only one in this bloody castle who remembered my birthday." The trio pales, sharing a panicked look. "What? No we couldn't." Hermione steps forward, apologizing with pointless excuses. "Still doesn't explain him." Ron doubles down, still trying to make it seem like this was all your fault.
White hot anger pulses through your veins, thundering inside your ears. "And to answer your earlier question Ronald, since tonight." You yank Mattheo down by his tie, catching the flash of surprise in his eyes as you smash your lip against his. His hands come up to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. It was messy, desperate, teeth clashing type of kiss.
You pull back first, in desperate need of air. Your heart raced as you look into those honey brown eyes. "Wow." Mattheo nods, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "Yeah wow."
"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to bed." You turn back,heading straight for the staircase. "Our dorm is here." Hermione reminds you. Scoffing, you roll your eyes. You throw the fakest smile you could spread across your flushed cheeks over your shoulder. "Didn't say I was going to my bed did I, Granger?"
You turn to Mattheo who was looking like you strung each star personally by hand. "You coming?" Mattheo grins wickedly. "Absolutely." He turns to the trio, bowing. "Thank you really. Wouldn't have gotten her if weren't for you. So thank you."
10. Dream pet? Ok, I wouldn't actually keep one as a pet, but if I could I would have a baby (that would then get big obviously) tiger. Tigers have been my favorite animal for so long. Jasmine is my favorite Disney princess, and I always found myself a little jealous that she had a pet tiger (Rajah my beloved). Though, if I had to choose another one, I would choose a penguin because before tigers, penguins were my favorite (and they still are). Oh and lastly I want a bird (like yours!) I saw one a few months ago at the pet store when my mom and I had to stop there for something, and he or she was so sweety baby <3
Ok enough rambling on that question haha!
26. Share one outlook you have on life: I'm not entirely sure this is an outlook (maybe it is) but life is really about the little things. Sounds cliche, but if you wait around for only big, grand things to happen, and view those things as "things that make life worth living" then you will miss out on a lot.
I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE
I am a PASSIONATE commenter on fanfiction, but sometimes it slows down my reading because I don't want to read if I don't have the mental energy to leave the long comments I want to
Still, as an author, I know even a short note can mean the world.
So, I put together a little guide with different “levels” of comments, so it’s easier to leave something without overthinking!
listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.
Guys. Guys. The current count of fics is at like 40+. The current count of total works including drabbles and headcanons is over 80. I know I'm taking a while but dear lord grant me leniency pls
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