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blaise's banquet | songfic - affection BETWEEN FRIENDS

Blaise and you never spoke about what was happening. It was better this way, going about it without forcing a spotlight onto your problems. The routine beginning, the late nights laying on the floor, always starting with light chatter and ending up with empty bottles scattered everywhere along with your clothes.

There was no cohesive plan to whatever this arrangement, it was just a way to fill the loneliness in you both, that refused to be admitted. Blaise an only child, and while his mother never abandoned him unlike the mysterious disappearances of his father figures. He felt like a dragon. Surrounded by unimaginable wealth. Guarded, cold, beautiful but truly alone.

It was too easy to drown silently by the swarm of older siblings and all their dazzling achievements that came before you. What was the point when it everything had already been done. It was just easier to pretend you didn't belong, weren't truly related. A forgotten treasure that hid at the bottom of the sea, buried underneath the shipwreck.

The two of your limbs tangled together like puzzle pieces, with kisses that softened the wounds just enough to help stop the bleeding. The nights in each arms were never enough to heal the emptiness carved out of your hearts, that didn't matter you only needed a little bit of affection.

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when Blaise’s gf gets sleepy, there’s no stopping her from napping — even at a party.

It doesn’t matter that usually you’re the life of the party, ready to go crazy and keep Blaise entertained all night with dancing and kisses. After an exhausting week of school you wanted nothing more than to skip tonight’s gathering and head to bed.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to fight it off, chugging drink after drink to try buzz yourself awake but it only lead to a quicker collapse. Where you lay now, in the lap of Blaise, your head on his shoulder, arms looped around his neck. you nuzzled closer to him ignoring the boom of the speakers still blasting while he rubbed your back.

Blaise whispers softly to you, repeating his gentle phrase, “babe you don’t have to stay.. we can go to bed.”

And you mumble back the same silly ramble of half sentences for the fifth time, “mm’ok.. awake, comfy,” adjusting yourself on him like a cat getting comfortable. He rolls his eyes lightly humming a soft mmhm of sarcastic agreement.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s feeling your chest slow as your breathing settles. Because despite the loud sound, you’re listening to the soft rhythms of Blaise’s chest rumble as he continues chatting with his friends. it’s soothing, as is his laugh, his breath tickling in your ear like a goodnight kiss. Enjoying the warmth of his hands that caresses you, switching to play with your hair in that comforting tender way.

you know eventually Blaise will carry you up to bed like the gentleman he is, but for now, you know that you’re perfectly content here, as long as Blaise keeps holding you, you’ll rest just fine.

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embracing the fear

Who knew the guy you're fooling around with had a heart and would be the one to make you feel better about your new braces 🩵 [request linked]

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It was impossible to pull your eyes away from the indisputable vivid, red circle highlighting your inevitable doom. A week from today at the ripe age of eighteen the appointment you never thought could happen, would arrive.

Curse your orthodontist! who gave you everlasting hope that you had avoided the teenage horrors of needing braces.

Curse your parents! for respecting the art of muggles and the highly skilled occupation of their friends who offered to give them a discount.

Curse the ridiculously hot guy! who's taken an interest in you and who will surely flee the scene once he sees the metal traps aligning your teeth.

The frustration bubbles violently beneath your skin, exhaling out in an exhausted sigh. You shove the appointment sheet deep into the black hole of your robe pocket hoping to forget all about the tragedy.

Only to jump at the approach of none other than said boy, Mattheo.

He slides in beside you on the Slytherin bench, elbow nudging into your side happily, "Mornin." He flashes a wide amused grin at your startled surprise, "scare ya did I?"

You roll your eyes, dropping your hand clutched to your chest, "Please as if."

He snorts, plating himself some breakfast and a cup of black coffee. The rest of the group settling themselves around the two of you, the table roaring louder with chatter.

"So what you got there?" He raises a brow, eyeing your pocket.

Taking a bite of your syrupy drenched waffle, you way the choices of how to direct the conversation.

Deciding for blunt rudeness, you huff, "It's none of your business."

"But i'm trying to make it mine." He hums.

You scoff at the arrogance, wondering what the hell you see in him again and he grins watching the way your eyes narrow lost in a thought, the subtle scrunch of your brows showing your displeasure.

A quick gaze over his features; glimmering eyes full of mischief, a mop of curly brown hair softly framing his face, with a grin so wickedly charming it could make the darkest of wizard's swoon.

It's easy to remember why, but that doesn't mean you're about to open up vulnerably to him.

"Well, stop." You give him a sharp pursed smile and avert your attention back to your waffles.

Mattheo knew something was bothering you beyond his nagging and took your snappiness with no offense. That wasn't a part of your agreement, and he had no plan on meddling with female moodiness.

But when it dragged on throughout the week, Mattheo's mood soured to mirror your reflection. Long gone was the girl who teased him, flashing him a flirty smile in the hall. Who could take his playful jests and never missed a week diving under the sheets beside him.

A part of him felt pulled to check up on you despite the consequences that might unravel. Never had he ever wondered the halls towards the girls' dormitories with an ounce of care that was flourishing inside him now.

He didn't do feelings, or check-ups on girls he was casually seeing.

And yet the absence of your smile, had pulled at his heartstrings like an idiot in love, puppeting his legs to stride towards your presence.

He walks the hall promptly, with a lack of apologies for passing-by students caught in his path. His hair was still damp from the post-practice shower, water drops dripping down his neck, a lasting souvenir of his impatience to catch you before curfew.

He knocks with a sharp thud, a little harsher than intended releasing a heavy weighted breath. He needed this to be resolved as soon as possible, feeling out of place with an odd sense of unfamiliarity lingering over his shoulders like an unwelcome shadow.

Usually, the two of you expended your time by just kissing and doing other intimate activities. Perhaps he truly only cared because he hadn't been laid in a week, and your moodiness was causing serious cock blocking for him.

It was all very odd, and he just wished you'd open the damn door already—

"Hey?" You greet him with wet hair that matches his, a towel stills scrunched in it to dry the droplets. Your eyes glaze over his unaccustomed-for visit with concern, yet there's a fondness that glimmers in seeing him.

"Hey." Mattheo nods, his eyes surveying you head to toe with his own touch of concern. The edges of his lips curving sideways with partial relief, "Shower?"

"What?"

He coughs clearing his throat, "I meant you also had a shower?"

You try not to snort at the ridiculous question, raising an amused eyebrow. "Yeah. And?"

Mattheo's eyes narrow with judgment at your tone, rolling them back with sass. "Nothin. Just an observation."

"O-kay?" The tension building between you is not at all how he planned for this to go. Why is everything so weird?!

His lips form a tight line, taking a deep breath to control his anger at the situation. "I just wanted to see you, aight. To you know….” Merlin could that have sounded any closer like a clingy boyfriend.

You raise a brow curious at this new wave of affection spurting out of him.

"—to ya know, fuck." He adds, shoving his hands deep in his pockets trying to commit to the lie. It doesn't stop the wave of surging panic rolling over him like a tsunami at his uncharacteristic lack of charm.

Yet somehow it works, as you roll your eyes, a peak of a smile finally bringing the warmth back into your face, and you reward his ludicrous reasoning with a desperately feral kiss.

He groans at the connection, the reuniting of your lips wandering over his for the first time all week. He hates how needy he feels with the sudden feel of your soft lips. His hands are on you in a flash, cradling your face as he walks you backwards, falling further into the intensity of the kiss, lips moving in a rhythm only you two can feel.

The two of you fall onto your bed, bodies sliding together creating a friction of heat, his hands getting lost roaming the feeling of your body he sorely missed.

He hums pleasurably, as you caress his neck with eagerness. Planting assertive kisses along his neck, and finally when he's replenished oxygen back to his mind, does he grunts softly your name to grab your attention back to his original goal.

"I lied."

"What?" You pull back with confusion.

"I mean— I want to talk." He mumbles gently touching your shoulders and rolling you off him to the side.

A tinge of embarrassment overcomes you by your animistic instincts and you purse your lips.

"Relax, it's not bad." He senses your discomfort, shifting onto his side to face you, "I just noticed somethings been bothering you all week."

You sigh at the redirection of conversation, "I'm fine, Matt."

Mattheo shakes his head, "Cut the bullshit. I hate people who beat around the bush."

"It's nothing really, just a lot on my mind this week."

"Hm but ain't that the point of me?" He quips playfully, shooting you a flirtatious grin.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh again falling back into the softness of your bed. "It's stupid."

Mattheo watches, and the noose around his heart tightens with distress. "Come'on try me." He's well aware that by allowing you to open up toys the line between casual and something else, but it's eating at him to stay in the dark.

You ponder the worse that could happen by telling him the truth. Eyeing him with scrutiny and feeling a warmth surround you by the charmingly pleading look he's pulling.

"Promise you won't laugh if I tell you?"

Mattheo's eyes flash with intrigue, his lips stretch devilishly, "Me? I'd never."

Your eyes squint playfully mad, "I'm being serious."

"Go on then. I promise I won't laugh." He sighs dramatically, "Easy!" His elbow gives as he's yanked to lay beside you. No way are you telling him the honest truth with him gawking at you like an animal in a zoo.

The ceiling now the centre of your attention, allows the bubble of nerves to hit the surface and spit from your tongue with a speed Mattheo has never seen.

"Merlin! Slow down Women, you're like a chipmunk on speed right now." He cackles deeply amused, his eyes crinkling further when you shoot him a look.

You repeat your doom impending braces dilemmas again, only to be interrupted by the impatient boy.

"—Why can't you just use magic?"

"My parents are against it."

He raises a brow not understanding fully, "So, you're an adult?"

"So I still stay with them till school is over. And besides they don't really like the idea of fixing them with magic."

Mattheo tilts his head trying to spot imperfections with your teeth and falls short. "Nothing even looks wrong with you."

"Thanks for the observation, Riddle."

"Just saying it how I see."

You shove him playfully, struggling to hide the heat attempting to burn its way up your cheeks. "Anyway, I'm getting them put on this weekend."

A silence falls over the two of you, the ceiling now a favourite of your attention. Unwanted thoughts from the week swarm your mind, the anxiety buzzing in your stomach, you might puke.

Loud, stomach-churning laughs of shame that echo across the stone walls upon your arrival back showcasing the new accessory. Nicknames that will follow you for the rest of final year.

And then there was Mattheo.

The uncertainty of what he'll think. Will he still find you attractive…want to kiss you—"ow."

You rub at the sore spot on your forehead, frowning at him. "The hell?"

He grins unbothered by the flick, "You were in your head."

"No shit. Were you even listening to anything I said?"

He nods, "Course I was. And I think you're overreacting."

"What I didn't—"

He hums, turning his body over to face you. There's an annoyingly smug I-am-so-smart look that you wish to slap off his face. "Didn't have too, I can read you. And you're being stupid."

"Hey!"

"Come on. Why on earth do you think you'd be any less with something on your teeth?"

"I-"

"Yeah, you're being stupid and whatever reason you have conjured up in this big cute lil brain." He leans closer tapping your noggin, "You're hot now and you'll look just as good after your torture."

"It's not tor—"

"Whatever." He captures your lips once again, swallowing any further complaints with the tip of his tongue.

"So lets see. Give us a smile." Mattheo greets you outside your dorm room, untucking his arms from his chest. How long as he been standing threre?

You shoot him an unappreciative glare at suddenly being all up in your space, though it feels nice to see a familiar face. You grunt pushing past him into your room, hearing his footsteps follow behind.

He snorts, “Hello? What your just not gonna talk to me?”

Ignoring the boy further, you throw off your sweater, before yelping as he tackles— knocking you down onto your bed. A merciful attack, his fingers digging playfully into your sides in an effective tickle that has your wriggling letting out a forced laugh.

He grins back, admiring the flustering spreading over you and finally capturing your adorable smile. Your eyes crinkle as you smile authentically, cheeks brimming with radiance that makes Mattheo's heart stutter with difficulty.

His eyes zoning in on the new accessory covering the rows of your teeth, a pretty blue glistening back. You retaliate, slapping a hand over your mouth insecurely, his brows flicker displeased and he pins your wrists to the bed with a hand.

Your lips remain pursed stubbornly and he cocks a brow at your difficulty.

"Fine have it your way." He jabs at your sides again spurting out another happy laugh.

“Mattheo!” You squirm in between jabs, struggling to keep your mouth closed.

"Aw, those are cute." He compliments, a hand grabbing lightly at your jaw for closer inspection. You try to pout and he squeezes your cheeks together briefly, grinning in amusement. "I like them."

"Quit starring." You mumble.

"You quit it." He leans down quieting you with a kiss, releasing his hands to rest them instead on your hips. His tongue flickers over the wires getting to feel out the new ridges, humming in curiosity. Only before his fingers ram into your sides again in another torturous tickle attack, "Now, lemme see that cute smile again."

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pretty in pink

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The forbidden nickname slips from your tongue before you can bite it, and you're quickly met with one of Mattheo's predictable glares. To add to your death wish, an escapable fall of giggles leaves you, cascading out after one another, struggling to find the seriousness in his dissatisfied glower.

Having spent honestly a concerning amount of time dealing with the boy you're swiftly approaching, you’ve begun to pick up on his facial tells. With ease, you can spot the humor lurking behind the depths of darkness his brown eyes express, to know he's not mad. 

Mattheo's casual stride meets you halfway, and he exhales a bemused huff. His tone is light, holding a little warning, arching a brow as if to say seriously? "Thought, I told you not to call me that in public."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you got all embarrassed." You grin with playful intent, reaching up to pinch his cheek and failing, due to the absence of fat to grab on his chiseled face. He jerks his head regardless, grabbing onto your wrist with a gentleness one would use when dealing with a naughty child. The lack of insincerity doesn’t go unmissed by him finding your sarcasm cute, and he drops his arm, sliding it comfortably around your waist, manoeuvring you against the wall.

"Mmh, I can just smell the sincerity reeling off of you." He comments incredulously, his hand waving in a whiffing motion, a smile tugging making his dark and grim face light with warmth that has you mirroring him, and he chuckles. "What are you after?"

Beaming wider with utter charm, "What, can't I just want to say hi to my favourite guy?"

It means nothing really, but Mattheo's heart swells with pride at the title. He remains composed, because this is normal. Flirty, playful little banter you throw at one another out in the open before you slip away together, intensifying the moment into blurs of heated desire and sex.

It's the nature of your relationship, not entirely fitting under the basis of friends with benefits but holding more compassion and amiability towards each other than generic fuck buddies. 

You're definitely Mattheo's favourite girl. He won't admit that though.

He hasn't come to the full conclusion on whether it's because you're so chill and aloof, down for whatever, or the lighthearted and frisky essence of your personality that makes everything more enjoyable.

His eyes lower, shifting to one of disbelief, scoffing out a response. "No, you're a menace. A sweet pain in my ass." His lips pull between his teeth as he holds back more of his amusement.

"Actually I haven't done that yet," you shoot back, eyes gleaming with mischief as you try not to laugh. "But I could totally invest in a strap, if that's your thing suddenly."

His expression drops, leaning closer to whisper warningly, "Hilarious. But the only pain in the ass I’m interested in, is when my cock is splitting yours in half.”

There's a hitch in your breath, as you hum in agreement, "So vulgar Mattheo." You tug his tie closer to close the proxmity.

He grins, "Mm you like it." His hands lower, sliding under your skirt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. 

He notices the shift in your breathing, and feels a sense of pride for seeing you get a little flustered. It wasn't often someone of your bold and brashness had their feathers ruffled outside the bedroom, making those special shared moments an honour in Mattheo's eyes. “So you got a proposition or just here to bug me like you usually do?” 

You roll your eyes with extra dramatics at the tight schedule, "Matter of fact I do."

Mattheo eyes you, shifting his hands to glide along your waist curiously. "Alright, i'm all ears sweetheart."

"Actually, I want it to be a surprise." You grin fluttering your lashes in hopes of winning him over with an added flare. "A birthday surprise."

He rolls his tongue over his lip, "Birthday?"

You nod with a grin, far too cheeky to be innocent. "Sooo, will you let me get my brithday wish…matty." Your plead dripping from your lips, captivating him like a siren of the sea.

It grabs him by the balls, and he hates to admit how much he loves the submission. His lips lean closer to yours, his breathing suddenly ravenous with the need to have you. "When's your birthday?"

You grin tilting closer with invitation, "Tomorrow."

He matches your energy, eyes flickering between the spark in your eye and the swollen plump of your lips, "Alright i'm in."

Mattheo never knew what to expect when it came to you. Your unpredictability was a breath of fresh air among the sea of sheep. The twists and turns of your personality had him hooked from the first kiss when his head slammed into the wall so hard he bruised, to the shapeshifting ability your eyes changed with a blink. Mesmerizing him with a warmth that burned the longer he gazed like staring at the beauty of the sun.

And then there was your voice that wrapped around him like velvet, drowning him pleasurably under the weight of your sensual pleas, only to win back the moment with an arrogant diss leaving him hot and breathless.

But left in the dark, Mattheo has no clue what sinful direction you have chosen and just how badly he had signed over his rights when he arrived at your dorm that night.

“This is so not what I had in mind," he mumbles narrowing his eyes, spotting the fuzzy pink handcuffs laid on your bed, wrapped in a perfectly in a ribbon.

"No?" You tease.

He scoffs out a laugh, the sass falling from his lips with an extra ease of agitation. "Surprisingly, no."

You snort, flashing him a wide grin highly amused, "That was funny."

He rolls his eyes, his lips twitching struggling to contain his smile at your adorableness. "Glad someone is having fun."

"Relax," Your arms wrap around his waist, running your fingers up his back in a flirty caress. "I'll go easy on you."

He eyes the way your lips can't contain the overexcited smile, knowing you're completely full of shit, "Sure you will, brat."

With a quick shove you push him playfully onto the bed, crawling in between his spread legs. "You know you're supposed to be nice to me today." You press a kiss along the base of his neck, humming in satisfaction when his eyes close tilting his head back, elicting a soft sigh. "Are you going to be nice?"

He grins, beaming at the tease, his voice rolling out in a lower octave. "You're about to torture me, I think i'm being plenty nice."

You nip at his neck in retaliation and he grunts, his arms close around you head crashing your lips down for a kiss. All protests are swallowed by his lips with a deep moan, the two of your lips engulfing one another like you're trying to merge together. Your tongues battle it out for dominance, which you'd usually submit too allowing him to take the lead.

But it's your birthday and you're in charge tonight.

Your lips meet his with a rougher edge, unpeeling his arms, you pin his forearms to the bed dominantly, turning the kiss messy with your eager tongue.

"Mm…so bossy." He purrs against teeth and lips, jerking his hips a little at the growing uncomfortability.

His legs widen creating further space for the warmth of your body, sliding his knee subtly between your thighs. Sure, he's happy to play along with your vision, but he's not going to roll over like a dog and submit without a little fun.

You moan, grinding deeper with more enthusiasm quickly getting lost by the heat forming below. It's not fair how wet you already are just from a few kisses and the playful banter. One look at Mattheo tells you he's smugly aware of this fact like it comes with your instruction's manual.

You eye him warningly as he lays looking too gorgeous for his own good under you, with the full audacity to smirk back with feigned innocence.

He needs to be cuffed immediately.

In a hurry you push his shirt eagerly discarding it, closing the distance again your hands tug in his hair with animalistic impulse. Biting at his lip with triumph when he groans from your movements. "i think you're breaking rules already."

"Not doing nothing you dont like." Mattheo quips before smashing his lips back on yours. The move works as intended, distracting you back into the blur of heighten passion. His hands shove your shirt efficently exposing your tits as he finds relief in grabbing at them.

"Hey—"

He grins with cheek, his lips already wrapping around a bud sucking proficiently, drawing from you a sweet whine. The sound shoots through his bloodstream like a electric current, as your back arches trying to push away from the thrilling sensation. His arms clamp around your waist keeping your still while he continues devouring you like the feast you are. "ngh—mattheo." You whine spluttering as his teeth graze your skin in a playful nip, before lathering his tongue over your sensitive nipple to soothe it. Pressing sloppy kisses to the thick flesh of your cup, he scatters an array of markings as his own souvenirs.

He can feel the heat burning under your body, the warmth of your breasts soft like silk and presses himself heavenly between them. He moans pressing his fingers further onto the dip of your back enjoying the way you wriggle sensitively in response.

He loves how little it takes to turn you on, knowing you're impatiently sitting there trying not to get carried away humping his knee like a needy slut.

Your hands finally press down hard on his shoulders to break the contact; Mattheo leans back sluggishly with a clouded look in his eye and the prettiest glistening lips. You can't help yourself, cupping his head, you lean into lap at the extra spit dabbed on his lip, Mattheo entirely hypnotized by how your tongue flicks out to lick the edge of his smile.

Inhaling like he's just found himself inside his favourite sweet store he moans with a deep rumble, "You're a fuckin sight you know."

His compliment ignites a heat within you, crawling its way up the surface of your skin, spreading a raging itch through your bloodstream making you want to fluster with the need to hide.

The satisfied look he's shooting is quick to snap you out of it. You clear your throat as if to swallow the oozing submission lingering on your tongue. "Cute." You comment undermining his flattery, clambering off him and refocusing on the goal at hand unzipping his pants.

Mattheo cocks a brow finding amusement in your sudden dryness, his eyes dipping with a pause of confusion that perhaps you're referring to something else...

He's blinks, startled by the promptness you have him stripped bare. A woman on a mission. "Fuck—"

"Up."

Mattheo not one to usually feel insecure when naked. He’s proud of the body he’s sculpted, worked hard over the years for it, each muscle cut to his liking, and yet with the seriousness you're gazing down at him he feels hot, exposed and in foreign territory. He can't help the way his cock twitches at your tone, like it following the command instead of him.

For once he listens without any backtalk, scooting back till he bumps against the headboard, kicking his shoes off along the way. His heart accelerates racing a mile per minute completely compelled by the way your eyes drink him in. Without the need for instructions, he's draping his hands through the bars of the metal taking his position for the night.

You arch a pleased brow at the notion, tutting seductively at how good he's suddenly being. Mattheo swallows, goosebumps tickling inside his skin like a bug under a microscope. Nothing could steal his attention, captivated by the sultry, lustful look you're giving. A predator locked on its next victim caught in the trap. Except he's no victim, he's right where he wants to be.

His chest pounds, breathing unevenly with trepidation, like an bomb counting down the minutes. You smile amused, perching yourself on his burly thighs, finally cuffing his hands to the bar, pretty tits exposed in his face.

Mattheo groans, releasing a sharp hiss the warm air tickling your skin. His voice coming out low and hoarse as he begins, "So..."

You grin trekking soft kisses down his neck, delicate fragile kisses that alert all his senses. Down his jaw you pepper him with a gentleness, before planting a chaste kiss on his pretty parted lips.

His cock twitching needlessly with every delicate press of your lips, it flexes harder upright with anticipation against his rigid abdominals. The kiss turns rougher, your lips meshing together like a fiery dance, tongues tangoing creating a ferocious heat. Your moans harmonizing together like a duet in a song, till you're both pulling back panting for oxygen.

A line of spit strings from your lips and you let it drop down, landing on his straining tense cock. Your eyes dip watching as you smear the liquid around, licking the side of your lip clean alluringly.

He grunts, his head tilting back with relief, "Oh god."

You pump your hand meticulously, keeping your strokes controlled and steady drinking in how his cock seems to relish the familiarity of your hand. The movements are slow, indolent, your eyes sparkling captivated, lost in a daze by the slick arousal of pre-cum already coating him. Mattheo grunts un-appreciatively, exasperated at your leisurely pace, huffing to conceal a needy whine as you play with just his tip.

His brows pull together in need when you drop another glob of spit adding unnecessary lubrication, hips jerking upwards trying to fuck himself. Heat swelts up your neck, suffocating you in pleasure as you watch him lustfully. The way his eyes are watching your every move with eyes nearing an unnatural shade of darkness. Flickering between the tortuous delicate caress of your hand, to the sway of your tits at every jerk, up to your swollen-bitten lips.

Mattheo smirks catching the desire in your eyes, "baby." He laughs smugly taunting you as he tilts his head mockingly, "i know you want to."

You refuse to look down again not wanting to give into his satisfaction and squeeze his cock harder at the attitude.

Clangs of metal rattle under Mattheo's uneasy twitching, he utters another delectable sound, whispering a strangled ‘baby’ battling to endure the tantalizing teasing you’re inflicting upon him.

You don’t appreciate his impatience and tug harder on his tip, earning a husky grunt from him. “Be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you.” Your tone edges on dominant, dropping lower with a hint of warning.

He feels his cock twitch in the warmth of your hand, the emphasis of your warning spurring him on. "Fuck- you sound so sexy when you talk like that." Biting into his lower lip, desperate to contain any further sounds that could tip him past the point of needy and exposing the pathetic mess he's beginning to feel. 

Each stroke of your hand is like a nightmare on loop, the sluggish of your movements, the small, tiny squeezes stimulating his sensitive and reddening tip. "Fuck— gonna." His head jerks back, his breathing coming out heavy, eyes closing in pleasure as he releases a spurt of cum along his torso.

Your lips wrap around your fingers, sucking off the dripping excess that spilled on your hand, relishing in the twitch of his stomach and the spike in his breathing.

A deep groan exhaling him, "I love when you do that, c'mere."

Obliging to his command you lean closer sharing the taste of his cum on his tongue. Your hands sliding over his arms, squeezing, groping his muscles letting your nails dig in to ground yourself, while slowly grinding against his soaked cock. Sensitive whines rush through his eardrums pulsing down to his cock, the damp fabric slipping to the side catching skin to skin contact.

"Merlin— fuck you're so wet." He groans nippin at your ear as you lean against him, head dropping. "You want me to make you feel good? You wanna cum yeah?"

He's working every angle of his dirty talk to try and convince you to crack, to end his suffering because he's not sure how much longer he can wait without having your pussy. He swears he's losing his mind listening to every little mewl that exhales from you. Knowing at this point, you need this as badly as he does.

"Uh huh," you whine pathetically, pumping his cock you align yourself above him, thong pulled to the side. Slowly, you drag the head through your slick folds, moaning softly as the tip presses against your pulsating clit. "Need your cock so bad."

Fuck. Mattheo sits watching eyes glistening with desire, his chest heaving, getting just a brief taste of what he's craving as his cock slips inside every few rubs before popping back out. He inhales sharply, feeling like his sanity is about to snap at any second, his knuckles clamped turning white. It's a miracle his hips haven't just lifted and started thrusting up into you yet. "Baby— fuckin use me, it's all yours."

You don't need to be told again before you sink down, feeling the stretch of him full you. A deep moan exhales, symphonising between the both of you at the connecting sensation. Metal rattles as he flexes his hands, trying to grasp for anything drowning in the pain of not being able to touch you.

The air fills with the smell of sex, as your hips find their rhythm riding him at an impatient pace it's making Mattheo lose his breath. Uncontrollably, his hips buck, thrusting up deeper inside you, and your head falls forwards muttering approval to him.

"That's it…fuck look at you." Mattheo grunts, a thin layer of sweat clinging to his skin, his muscles contradicting over and over as he grips the metal with a brutal force. Hands splayed on his chest, they mould into him, hips rolling harder trying to keep up with his vicious force whining as his cock squishes against your cervix.

"Look at me." He demands, your head lifting in obedience with the little strength you have left, locking contact with him. With the way he's repeatedly hitting your g spot, your whines have become desperate, bordering on crying with heavy tears clouding your eyes. Mattheo soaks it all up, praising you, "taking me so well—fuck! that's it, squeeze my cock baby."

The metal groans under his strength, his eyes watching as your tits bounce, listening to the pitch increase in your cries as he grunts thrusting his cock so far up, you shake in your release.

He groans in response, panting raggedly in his own need to let go. and with how your pussy is pulsing around him, the warmth of your juices soaking his cock, he ruts, spilling his release deep within you moments later.

Mattheo huffs a defeated laugh; his sweat kissed chest heaving as he catches his breath. He dips his head to connect his lips with you once more mumbling with a satisfied smirk, “Happy fucking birthday."

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All the small things

mostly fluff w/ some making out; set in a collage!au mattheo and you spend valentines keeping it casual because that’s all you two need. about 1k happy v day lovelies!

The ambiance of your bedroom radiates under the warm glows of lamps, the darkening of the clouds outside unable to disturb your peace. With only the romance spilling from the pages of your book and and the sounds of soft music to keep you company, it’s heaven sent.

Except. It’s missing the last puzzle piece, your special boy.

It’s not his fault he works long hours into the night, after a day full of university classes. You’re not mad at him, never — well never for long. Just the absence of him on Valentine’s Day while other couples canoodle and snicker sweet pet names at one another laughing at their inside jokes, it makes your heart grow fonder for Mattheo.

The clock calls to you, glancing at it again with hope only for your eyes to widen with delight at how quickly times already ticked by.

Beep. Beep. Bee—beep. Beeeeep.

Bounding up from your bed, the fictional romance instantly discarded — sorry Evangeline. It’s your time — you race to the window at the familiar car honks, cheeks brimming as you cup the glass peering out into the night.

The awaited look you give makes Mattheo laugh, from his car adoring your smushed face up agaisnt the glass. He grabs his things quickly at the shift of the curtain, knowing he has little time to hide his presents before you bet him to the entrance.

Careful to not drop anything he opts for a half run, the light drizzle decorating his jacket as he protects the pizza box. The door swings open before he can even consider how to knock and he jumps tightening his grip on the items.

“Women— you almost scared me half to death.”

You laugh, eyes filtering over his overflowing stance, “Sorry! Hi!”

Mattheo chuckles, eyes crinkling with warmth feeling his tiredness lift at the sound of your laugh. Just a second in your presence and he’s replenished with fully rested energy. “Hi baby. Sorry I’m late, had a bit of a late special order.”

You shake your head dismissing his apology, leading him down the hall he’s walked a dozen times. The small spaces begins to bloom to life, the aromas of pizza escaping the box add a touch of homeliness.

“Special order?” You ask with a playful brow raise, moving to stand in front of the delicious food.

“Yeah, but first c’mere.” His hand reaches out behind your head, and he ducks, leaning down for a welcome kiss. As always he tastes like the hint of smoke the lingers on his jacket, mint and freshly baked dough. You can’t get enough of him letting your lips freely dance away in rhythm with his.

He hums with satisfaction, though it’s barely scratched the surface of his desires. He grins pausing for a breath, with your lips pressed to one another, “thinkin about this all day. Missed these pretty lips.” He plants a softer kiss, “missed you.”

A laugh of full giddiness leaves you, flattered as always by his affectionate words. You kiss him back harder, making him groan and slide his hand down to grip your waist. The wall behind you offering full support for the weight of his body pressing against you, kisses growing hungrier under your consent.

At the reminder of his unavailable hand still holding the flowers, he pulls back with bated breath. His lips pulling into a smirk, pleased by the matching expression you mirror.

“Happy valentines, got these f’you.”

Your eyes follow, drawn to the beautiful crafted bouquet of pink and white flowers smiling bashfully. Accepting them you sniff the petals, stomach swarming with a flutter by the gesture. “Aw Matty thank you! These are gorgeous.”

“Nothing but the best for my girl.” He grins proudly, doting another soft kiss on your forehead.

The rain grows with intensity, pelting the concrete though it’s hardly of concern to the two of you inside, overstuffed with pizza, a little wine and laughter to keep you warm.

Your small place has risen with heat, with Mattheo finally discarding his hoodie and cap leaving his curls flattened. Perched on his lap, you lean down over his relaxed state on the floor, his biceps on display stretched out behind his head. Your fingers thread through his hair attempting to relive it, but Mattheo has other plans.

His hands drift under your loose hanging shirt, brushing up underneath it caressing your back. Relishing in every shiver that racks over your body, he grins to himself as you pretend to ignore how he’s affecting you.

Your own hair droops and he pushes it to the side taking the opportunity to kiss along your neck. That seems to tickle you further, wriggling around with small breaths and his hands grasp your hips tighter to hold you agaisnt him. Before he slides them lower to appreciate the curves below.

“Matty..” you sigh teasingly, tilting your head to eye him.

He doesn’t retract, caught up in the taste of your neck. Sweet like oozing honey he licks over every love bite to soothe the irritated skin.

You laugh, cupping his jaw to re-advert his attention just to have your lips stolen in a kiss. Open and obsessed, his lips rush to capture the heat and need of yours. His hands squeeze your ass for a reaction you give instantly, a moan harmonizing your own desire.

“You always sound so pretty,” he murmurs dreamily voice deep with a husk, rolling the two of you over with ease. He hovers himself above, arms outstretched with the veins on full display, he gives you a grin watching the heave of your chest.

The way your eyes glisten with flattery and heat, lips swollen now caught between your teeth under his gaze. It’s the prettiest sight and he takes his time to let himself be mesmerized by the vision of you.

You smile when your eyes meet, and his heart stutters, exploding with his own pet butterflies that can’t seem to fly away. Even after all this time the feeling to be all yours never dimmers.

He leans down to kiss you again, your moans colliding together in harmony at finally closing the distance, expressing the love growing between you.

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omfg im SPAMMING your mattheo master list and you pick the best pictures of him for your banners

just wanted to say so <3

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Mattheo is late for his bedtime, and your cat is not happy about it.

an: this is so self-indulgent because this is my cat every night, in fact she did it while I was editing this and it cracked me up. wc: 550

"Matty…Gonna come to bed soon?" You ask, peering around the door once again, having left bed for a quick trip to the bathroom.

His head lifts from the distracting reason for his absence. A really godamn good book. You're happy to see he's indulging his time so heavily into literature but it's late and you're missing him under the covers.

"I'll be there soon, promise." He smiles up at you reassuringly, before his gaze drops back down.

Time ticks by slowly and gently you drift off to sleep again, with only the soft purrs of Mabel to keep you company.

That is till she also grows needy of the lack of Mattheo.

Leaning back as if he had become one with the armchair, Mattheo's head stays buried in the engrossing novel. He doesn't notice the small felines soft patters of paws across the wooden panels, slowly approaching to sit in the open archway.

A small cry leaves her, so faint it tickles his eardrum like a ghost whispering.

The book lowers, and his eyes search for the victim — taking in Mabel's stern look, paws neatly pressed together, eyes wide and solemn staring back at him with a purpose. It's bedtime.

Mattheo smirks, amused. "I'm coming Mabel." Yet his eyes betray his words as they flicker back down to the descriptive words capturing him.

The burn of her unimpressed stare down, pricks at his neck, his eyes flickering back to her every few minutes, watching as her little paws stomp as she readjusts impatiently.

At the ten minute mark, Mabel meows again, a higher whine of protest.

He hums in acknowledgement, a kid trying to bargain with his mother extra time on a video game. "Last page promise." He mutters back to her trying to ignore the prickle burning behind her everlasting contact. Their eyes met again briefly as she moves closer, "promise..promise…"

Mabel shows no regard for his false assurance, planting herself right by her feet for the ultimate attention spot. Because how dare she be distributed from her slumber only to find a member of the family is missing from the warmth of their bed. Does he even know how much you miss him? All alone. With no cuddles? What kind of monster has he become.

She meows again, and then again —a long list of her complaints that has Mattheo guilt-ridden instantly.

"Alright, I'm coming." His hand reaches down to pet her in compromise, before he stretches with a yawn and begins the walk down the hall. "Coming?" he calls out for her softer nearing the bedroom, Mabel follows with a pep in her step still chirping.

She makes her way happily up onto the bed, her long ranting spew of meows growing louder in her satisfaction. She walks over your stomach, shifting you awake. You mumble a hello to her, reaching out for a pat as she plonks herself back into her rightful spot.

The bed dips, Mattheo crawling in to join the space too. You roll into him, whispering in the dark "Yay, you're here too."

A warm feeling sparks within him, smiling to himself he pulls you closer into his body. "Yeah, I was commanded — manipulated really." He jokes, enjoying how you snuggle further into him.

You laugh sleepily, "Good. We were missing you."

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tysm @revesephemeres for helping me with this idea! 💓 I get so shy giving my opinion and I kind of just went on bit of a ramble. Also HOW CUTE IS HE 😖. All characters are aged up, 18+ mdni. Fem reader

I think there’s versions of Mattheo when it comes to nsfw, and that depends on whether you’re a fling/one night stand (aka in carousel) or in a relationship with him, but there’s also a lot in common between both.

Regardless of the situation, I think Mattheo is always a biter. he’s territorial, loves leaving little marks behind like a branding, or souvenir. i think with flings it’s a good way for him to kiss without having to kiss too much as well. Since kissing can be so intimate. but when he’s in love with u, he’s switching so much between your neck, to lips, to down your chest, along — in between your thighs.

I think he’s into being bitten back as well, he FROTHS his neck being attacked. Tilting his head back to offer more to you, and panting delicious little murmurs and grunts. This goes so hand in hand with hair pulling…

I stand by him always loving his hair pulled, gripped or tugged. Not to mention the messy sex hair is one of his favourite hairstyles to rock the next morning, his hair ruffled in a few different directions curls so unruly.

I do believe he likes softer caresses in his hair after the deed as well but probably only would admit and allow that if you’re in a relationship.

I joke a lot in fics that Mattheo is a bit of a masochist, and I do think he likes a bit of pain. But I go back and forth about how he would react if u asked or just slapped him suddenly. I think naturally he’d react hurt and a bit angry, it bringing out some triggers. but on the other hand if u did it by accident during foreplay I could kind of see him letting out a moan and being like oh yeah do that again.

Mattheo doesn’t gets shy very often, and so I always imagine him being vocal. especially when he’s on the edge of insanity, eyes rolling back, hands gripping your hips like he’s trying to magnet you to the bed. he’s experienced enough to know girls/guys go feral for his deep husky voice and uses it to his advantage.

I think in most scenarios he’s a dom, he likes being in control [aka in caught up in relaxation] he likes channeling his anger if not through his fists, through his thrusts. through his hands that hold your wrists together, or behind your back. it’s nice to be superior in a way that’s not for once feared. You want this, and he thrives off that.

I can’t really see Mattheo being a sub unless he’s so into the person. Aka, hardcore crushing, the biggest SIMP or you’re the love of his life. I think he sees it as a weakness, and the idea of handing over that control does sit well with him. And so just like in don’t be so underestimating, he only decides he likes it when he least expects it.

that’s not to say he doesn’t let you take control without bondage, aka letting you spoil and please him with kisses. I feel like Mattheo just loves kisses and being touched. HES ONE OF THE POSTER BOYS OF TOUCHED STARVED. again takes him sometime to let you allow him to just relax, he’s so use to bring in control even with pleasure.

in terms of the actual ✨deed✨ I don’t think mattheos too fussy about where he does it. He likes a bed, but he also likes standing especially if it’s a quick fuck with a one night stand, fling etc. not too big on eye contact if he’s not like into you, doesn’t want it to be too intimate.

HE will absolutely bend u over, I do believe it’s one of his fav positions. whether dating or not.

I stand by the broom closet blowjobs YEOW. So hot. And perfect for a boy who needs to let off some quick steam.

vice versa too, Mattheo ain’t afraid to go down anywhere anytime. that man is OBSESSED with your pussy. For his women he is a munch, he just loves giving pleasure. That boy knows how to use his tongue and he’s so very aware, with a smug little smile after the spew of whimpers you let out. He also relishes in letting you taste yourself on his lips 🫠

Mattheo is a sweet soul at heart and I agree very much with @redeemingvillains, hc about his mother. Similar to Theo in how that’s where they get taught kindness and love and without her around that part of them is often neglected in their personality. But with patience and care, the right partner will bring it back out of them with love.

this is absolutely shown in matty’s after care, which I only see him doing for a friends with benefit or relationship. he’s quick to check you’re okay and don’t need anything. sometimes I like to imagine he’ll go the extra mile to run a bath, but a lot of times it’s a warm cloth or a spell and then he’s snuggling back into you for cuddles.

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won’t let you drown

summary: life after your brother's death is hard. It's nice to see someone still cares even while buried under their own guilt. mattheo riddle x fem!reader.

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The Ministry’s meddling in Hogwarts tainted your tongue with a bitter taste, one that didn't belong. An acrid presence filtrating its way around the corridors, artificial like Umbridge's condescendingly bubbly personality. Things were odd, and they had been since the night of the third task of last year's Triwizard Tournament. The night your brother was murdered.

The following summer drifted by in a blur, the voices of familiar family and friends merging together outside the confinements of Cedric's bedroom walls. His room became the only place to bring you any sort of calm in the new nightmare you were living. Buried beneath the safety and comfort of his blankets, you spent your break ignoring the condolence letters and disturbing headlines highlighting the newspapers.

Freak accident, Fudge had called it slandering Cedric's death. Insulting Harry's inability to stay out of the spotlight, branding him a liar and Dumbledore insane to believe him.

You weren't sure what to believe. Never had you not trusted Dumbledore's word, and Cedric had always liked Harry. There felt no need for him to lie.

But the topic of whether Harry was a liar or not — if Lord Voldemort was truly alive again, wasn't exactly a priority. You didn't want to think about it, about the possibility that Cedric was killed for just being in the way.

Upon your return to school however, it became unavoidable to escape the circulating whispers. Gossip at Hogwarts had always spread like wildfire, and your classmate's curiosity about Cedric's death had only amplified over the summer. The attention consumed you, like a deadly disease that once made you glow with confidence. It had always made you thrive being in the limelight, an angel of kindness. Cedric and you had shared that trait and the popularity that came with it.

But now the spotlight, shone bright and intense burning up your wings to reveal the fragile creature of skin and bone you had become.

The dock at the black lake was always a favourite spot of yours. The water enticed you like a sailor to a siren, lulling you with the prosperity of tranquillity. It had always been peaceful, quiet and lately reserved as the days turned colder. The perfect escape away from the gossip infecting the school, and not-so subtle eyes.

The water is colder, as to be expected in the middle of October with the leaves cracked and withered as they fall to the ground. It's cold enough to pierce your skin, like thousands of small needles but only for a second as you adjust to the lake's temperature. Your feet swish off the dock, disturbing the calm of the water's composure with ripples that project outwards. The sting numbs eventually, bringing a sense of relief to the rest of your body.

Cedric had never liked the water the way you had, remembering his frustration in revealing the clue for the second task to you. Course, he had no trouble figuring out a solution with the bubble-head charm and returned first — one whole minute before the time limit! Your heart aches at the memory, recalling the brilliant boyish smile upon his face. Cho Chang wrapped around his arm, the light of pure pride and happiness glimmering in his eyes.

Sucking in a shuddering breath, the usual onslaught of tidal wave pain surges pushing at your defences. You chant softly to oneself. Don't cry, don't cry, don't— but it's too late. The first tear stings in the corner of your eye, and your lashes rapidly flutter trying to evaporate them. You don't want to cry — it's all you did these days. Like a broken damn you crack, bursting with emotion unable to control yourself to stop.

Your chest pangs— aching woefully against the familiar squeeze of the coil, the knot tightening further indelibly. Fingers turning pallid under the force of your own deathly grip, your stomach twists with nauseating shudders that forcibly shake your body forwards, wishing for anything to be back in the comfort of Cedric's bedroom.

The water calls to you again, like a remedy. The need to fully submerge underneath the lake, to allow the cold to soothe you in ways no human seems capable of. Reassuring you with its predictability in everything it does. The only stability that seems to remain among the nightmares. It greets you like a friend, wrapping its own blanket of warmth as you slip of the dock, alleviating temporarily your pain with the bubbling reminder you're alive.

As one should always, Mattheo minds his business in his path back towards the viaduct bridge. The air was cool, enough for his hands to be buried inside the pockets of his coat. A woollen green scarf snug around his neck, his curls shifting against the morning breeze.

He couldn’t sleep, again. If he ever could, it was becoming a rarity these days. Opposite to the amount of morning meanders along the woods he'd concluded. Ironically Mattheo hated the cold and yet it swept through his mind like a helpful house-elf, dusting out the persistent and uninvited sensations. Allowing Mattheo his first breath of air without a noose pulling on his neck.

Ignoring his own rule his steps slow to a halt, interest peaked as he passes the black lake dockside, eyes stuck on the figure sitting over the edge. He shivers noticing the pair of shoes removed, offended by the chill invading his layers of warmth as if his own feet were immersed in the icy waters.

He should keep moving, not like he cares about the lunatic who wishes to get hypothermia, but something catches his eye. It's only for a flash that he recognizes the swift of your hair before you disappear off the edge.

The hell is she thinking?!, he panics, the wooden panels groaning with anguish under the pace he sprints on top of them. Shoving hastily his coat and boots off, watching stunned with dread as you submerge quick by the weight of your clothes, moulded to your body. There's no time to think before he's diving in after you.

The water embraces Mattheo in a deathly hug, the cold seeping into every pore and fissure like an uninvited house guest. It clings, grasping onto him as if trying to pull him further down into the depths of darkness. His limbs ache with pain, fingers turning white in stiffness while his heart freezes in shock. He had never been good in the water, the cold never a friend to him as he splashes disastrously reaching for the surface.

Fingers grip his arms with their own struggling strength, and his head arises back out into the crisp October day. Mattheo chokes, spluttering in his rapid inhales of much needed air, coughing like a child. His head feels faint, pounding like an old bell as his surroundings begin to restore with clarity. His brows furrow, caught between a scowl and bewilderment at the absurd idea it was to help in the first place, desperate to rid the burning sting piercing his skin.

Mattheo lifts himself from the water, before pulling your own drenched body up onto the deck. His hero arch quick to deflate when he catches you blinking back the droplets the dangle from your lashes. There's barely a shiver that racks through your body unlike Mattheo's whose teeth have begun chattering — as if to you the lake was tempered like a hot bath instead.

“THE hell w—was that about?” he spits with a rising temper stuttering slightly, hastily reaching for his wand to cast a warming spell over both of you. His eyes are narrowed with confusion meeting your wide-eyed ones, stunned like you're starring directly at a ghost. Which you may as well have been, Mattheo's recent presence in your life had become nearly as absent as Cedric.

"Mattheo?" You say his name unbelieving him to be truly before you, nevertheless soaking wet just as you are.

His curls once buoyant and coiled lay flat to his forehead, the colour lost in the saturation gleaming a near midnight black. His eyes clouded with fatigue, burying that warmth you once remember. His jaw shifts under your scrutiny, forcing the lump of regret, not his intention to yell at the grief-stricken girl he had an ever-growing crush on.

"I—" Mattheo begins his attempt at an apology, halting at the curve of your lips, a burst of laughter blooming out of you like fresh flowers at spring. It’s loud and free, and it reminds him of your old self. The girl from the ball, who kept trotting on his feet. Who drank too much fire whiskey from his flask. Who pressed your forehead to his making his body run hot before you booped his nose with yours pulling back with that same elated laughter.

His brow arches an unsure smile of his own forming, but you're still laughing. Clutching yourself like you can't breathe. Mattheo watches a little alarmed, that splash of panic re-surging down his back. “Hey— oh fuck. Are you going into shock from the cold?” His hands grab your sides with urgency.

It's happening so fast, the happiness warming your insides — it's an odd feeling. It's nothing like the cold you've grown so close to. It's cozy and joyous and it makes you feel completely lightheaded. For once someone isn't treating you like a fragile piece of China. He's yelling and he's clueless, and it's kind of adorable.

You finally turn away from him to exhale a deep breath, relief and reality flooding your senses. "I'm sorry — I'm okay."

Your eyes meet his again, the touch of his hands still at your sides and the warmth burns again. It flurries up you like a rushing river spreading the infectious feeling to the base of your neck and you smile again bashful at the concern he's expressing. "That felt nice."

His eyes reveal that he doesn't quite believe your reassurance as he responds, "What the laughing or the winter dip?"

"Both." You nod squeezing out the excess water from your hair onto the deck with a splat. "Though it's not quite winter is it."

Mattheo rolls his eyes unbelieving the tease coming from the situation, "Doesn't mean your sane for plunging in fully clothed. I don't know what you were thinking... " His eyes drift over your form, taking you in properly as one does art.

Except this portrait's vision is smeared, repainted over with lifeless colours. Eyes bordered by hollow circles suffering under the weight of exhaustion. His hands continue subconsciously rubbing, tending to your vulnerable state, oblivious to the ease its also bringing him.

"It's his birthday today."

The answer slithers out as a whisper. One he wouldn't catch had he not been giving you his full attention.

He's quick to figure out who you're referring too and it makes all the guilt, temporarily forgotten beneath the water re-emerge. The wall fortified around memories of that night, fracture as pieces chip until they crumble and break free.

The wailing ring of your scream deafening his ears, shoulders knocking as you push past him rushing to reach Cedric’s dead body on the pitch. The band stalling, as people realize he’s not moving — the celebrations switching to agony.

No one else seems to have noticed him as he stands frozen in the crowds clinging onto Potters words. He’s not thinking about you like he should, or your brother unmoving on the ground.

Consumed by the fear and shock of what soon awaits him.

Holidays for Mattheo were never perceived the same as most of his classmates. Time for bonding, families coming together to celebrate the joyous occasions. But he's since stop wanting that — he lies to himself. He no longer cared about the absence of his family, finding his own version of home within the castle walls. Focusing on that feeling and forcing out the lingering thought of family fantasy with each return to his foster care.

But the summer following the "tragedy" — as the paper put it — Mattheo was moved to live with his cousin. It was hard to ignore the future that was unfolding before him inside the claustrophobic house. His family wore smiles though tightly lipped, with whispers of apprehension that soaked into the walls of the cold and hollow Manor.

A part of him wanted to cling to the hope that Potter was wrong, nothing more than a wannabe liar relishing in the spotlight. It wouldn't be the first time. But then the itch begins, festering away under his skin until he's spiralling unable to think of anything but that night. The underlying truth that he knew who had returned.

His guilt only grew in the return to school, staying clear of you in any way possible. He didn't want to bring you further pain, feeling the weight of responsibility for his families' relations.

Mattheo never stopped watching though, unable to force his eyes not to look for you. He watched from afar, a guardian angel that wasn't allowed to interfere. Though if he was an angel his path was already led astray.

He shifts uncomfortably brought back to reality, as you continue speaking. “No one will talk about him with me — and I'm afraid-d…” you choke struggling to push the words off your tongue. “I don’t want people to forget about him.” You sob out. Gone is the laughter, the sun hidden behind the immediate downpour.

“No, no people won’t forget about him.” His arms wrap, bringing your head to bury into the shelter of his chest trying his best to offer comfort. He's in unfamiliar waters now, never consoling anyone. The way your body is shaking with uneven breaths, as more tears fall — a heart retching sound pulls unlike any he's heard before as you wail in despair.

Witnessing your pain brings him nothing but remorse, the vibrations of it ricocheting into the atrium of his heart. Its unbearable, and yet he's reminded it's nothing to the tenfold you are experiencing. His arms instantly tighten around your delicate frame, clinging with desperation to piece you back together. 

His fingers thread through your hair, cradling you with a patience he's never possessed before, whispering tenderly with barely any strength. He tries to calm your breathing, his chin resting at the crown of your head.

Uncontrollably, his mind spins the same thought like a broken record; I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. His vision blurs, and his grip tightens around you, the one thing anchoring him from drowning in his blame…

"It's not your fault."

The hoarseness of your voice knocks him rigid, the realization he had spoken aloud. He keeps his head lowered, eyes still closed tight trying to tear apart your conviction to find any hidden deception in your tone. "I didn't mean—" He whispers apologetically, his throat closing up unable to finish his sentence.

"I would never blame you." You continue, voice so raw it burns to even whisper. Cupping his jaw, you sit inching closer, chests rising only fingertips apart.

His eyes open finally, and with it an unsought tear escapes, dropping to join your own stained cheeks. He's never cried in front of anyone, and while you'd not one to judge — he feels a new level of self-pity. Swallowing down his embarrassment in exposing a weakness, he looks away uncomfortably. The water doesn't look so bad anymore.

He chokes out a rejected laugh that fills the silence with his disbelief. "I don’t even know why I'm here."

You hand falls, trying not to be bothered by his sudden efforts to distance. His words don't offend you though, knowing Mattheo rarely shares bits of himself. There's a comfort that swarms you, despite the unintentional exposure of his vulnerability he's not really running away. “I'm glad that you are though.”

"I don't understand—" He starts, shaking his head with frustration, turning to look you dead on. His gaze is perplexed struggling to grasp where your anger is — he's certainly feeling angry for you but then he deals with every situation with temper. Your face tilts, contorting into confusion rather than resentment and he asks the lingering question, "But don't you hate me?"

"Hate you?" A deep frown falls over your face, finding the suggestion ridiculously absurd. "What? Why? You didn’t do anything."

“If what Potter said is true, which I think we both know it is." He doesn’t know if he can utter the next words out loud, not even having admitted it to himself yet. "My father—"

"—is not you." You snap sharply.

No longer are your eyes filled with anguish, lit with a defiant fury that burns so intense Mattheo shivers. But its familiar. Reminding him of the girl who he once saw yank Cedric's ear despite him being a foot taller than you. The girl who made a first-year cry after screaming at them for ruining your crammed Charms Essay. The girl who drunkenly accused him of hiding her wand tucked in her hair.

He sighs, deeply and gives you a sad smile. "It doesn't matter; it doesn't change how I feel."

"No." Shaking your head, you repeat, "No. Please don't ever blame yourself." Grabbing his hands with the same strength you wish to convince him; you squeeze them tightly. Sniffling as you do, thinking of Cedric again and the terrifying feeling his hands last felt in yours. That version of cold was never your friend. "I'll hate you truly, if you do."

That would be easier. He's quick to believe before he scolds himself, swallowing down the bitterness of the lie. He doesn't want you to hate him. Not after he's beaten himself blue for months, creating a reality that was built on an insecurity.

The weak thought disappears the longer he gazes at you, held with immense sincerity. Like his presence has always meant more than he knows, that maybe you had missed him equally as he had been secretly missing you.

Mattheo doesn't know if he can ever allow himself forgiveness when the weight of Cedric's death weighs him down so heavily tainted by his blood. He knows nothing in his life has ever been easy, but trying for you seems possible under your caring gaze.

"I don't want you to hate me." He whispers earnestly, "I missed you a lot." He words of penitence won't fix the damage done, won't erase your pain. Knowing it's his own fault for keeping himself from you, bailing like a coward when you perhaps needed him most.

“I’m not the one who went away.” 

He deserves that. "I know and I'm sorry." Tenderly he brushes back a strand of hair, still wet to touch. It doesn't go as elegantly as he envisioned, his fingers knotting between and he tries not to laugh at the timing. He notices the small twitch of a smile struggling to hold back, a sign that things between the two of you might be okay.

His fingers slide behind the base of your neck, cupping it gently and meeting your eye with a look of determination. "I won't go again. I won't let you drown anymore."

It's one of the few promises he's ever made, hardly anyone in his life worthy of them. Rubbing softly as if to ensure his word, he flashes a smile not seen by the sun in months. “Even if I can't swim."

an: eeeeh omg she finished a fic! only took like a month (womp womp). big, humongous thanks to @acourtofchaos for proof reading and letting my indecisive ass bother u love u always, and @viperify who had to listen to me complain 24/7 for the entire month your support means the world to me. but also, just all my moots, i swear i have the loveliest support system! thank you for reading! feel free to leave behind any love ᥫ᭡