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—so it goes

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: you’ve always thought mattheo riddle was infuriating, until suddenly everything between you changes. between various almost kisses, whispered confessions, and years of tension finally snapping, you realize he’s always wanted you. but falling for him? that was never part of your plan, but now, you’re his to keep and his to lose.

warnings: language, just a little suggestive, height difference mentioned, tension, pining, slow-burn, a little idiots in love ad very mid writing lol

note: this came to me very spontaneously and because i thought to myself that i had yet to write a fic inspired by 'so it goes' so here it is. this fic has basically no storyline so idk what i have been yapping to make it to 5.4k words lmaooo.

Hii, could you please write a Mattheo x reader fic (just super fluffy and cute) where the reader has super cold hands all the time? Ty! x

Frozen Touch

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and my shitty writing.

A/n: Oops, hi

There was always one thing about Y/n that Mattheo found the most adorable. It was what caught his eye when they first met, she was always, and I mean it, always cold. She always had a jacket on. If she didnt then you knew it was a super hot day.

The only down side to that very adorable trait is the cold hands.

Every morning when they'd awake (let's face it, Mattheo aint sleeping alone if he got you) she'd deliberately put her cold ass hands on his lower back.

"Ahhh baby!" He'd cry out and flip onto his back and look at her.

And just like every morning she'd be giggling.

"You think that's funny?" He'd say and then sit up and get on top of her.

"What are you doing?" She'd ask between giggles.

"Giving you a reason to laugh," And with that he would tickle her sides.

"Okay, okay, stop!" She cried out unable to control the laughter.

After a few more seconds Mattheo would stop and then take her hands into his.

"How the fuck are your hands always so cold?" He asked as he cupped her hands with his own.

"I don't know, but I do love torturing you with them," She said with a shit eating grin on her lips.

Mattheo chuckled and then leaned down to give her a kiss.

Doesn't matter how many time she'd wake him up like that, he still found it adorable.

Buuuutt he did by her a pair of gloves for Christmas that year.

#x reader #reader insert #x fem reader #mattheoriddle #mattheo #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x fem reader #mattheo riddle x self insert #harry potter

「 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 」

tw: none i believe, just mature language and maybe some for family trauma?

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Full name: Mattheo Thomas Riddle.

i like to imagine that voldemort’s name actually was Thomas Marvolo Riddle, and that’s where Mattheo’s middle name comes from.

Birthday: November 20, 1979.

i just can’t picture Mattheo as anything other than a scorpio. it just makes sense to me.

Blood Status: Half-Blood.

however, i do believe this is, likely, very unknown. as we see in canon, we have plenty of reasons to believe most of voldemort’s followers were unaware of his half-blood status.

Height: 1,87 meters / 6’2’’ ft.

he’s not scary tall, but tall enough to intimidate people. however, i do picture him as a late bloomer, who only started to grow around his 16/17 years old.

⊹˚₊‧──── 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ───‧₊˚⊹

Mattheo Riddle is the boy who was born with his blood already contaminated by tragedy.

The younger son of Bellatrix and Voldemort, Mattheo was already born as the spare, in case something happened to his older brother, Tom Riddle.

One can probably imagine that the insane Bellatrix and the Dark Lord himself didn’t have kids because they dreamed on raising them in a big pretty house, with a white fence and lots of love and caring. Of course not. If anything, actually, the idea of fatherhood was repulsive to Voldemort.

However, pragmatism always outweighed his personal distaste.

Voldemort, despite all his arrogance, understood one thing very well: the immortality he so obsessively chased, was far from infallible.

Horcruxes could keep fragments of his soul tethered to the mortal world, true. But even those didn’t guarantee the survival of his body. They didn’t promise his physical presence here, among the living.

And if something ever managed to destroy his body, he wasn’t exactly fond of relying on the supposed “good will” of his Death Eaters to bring him back.

Voldemort’s reign was built on fear. And when you’re a man as feared as he was during the First Wizarding War, you can’t simply trust blind loyalty alone. Loyalty is fallible. Fear, however, is a far stronger leash.

So he needed something more. A “contingency plan”, one might call it. In reality, it was always about power.

The idea was to make his rule seem even more inevitable. And with heirs, two, I might add, he ensured the survival of his plans and his legacy, no matter what. It’s like a layered propaganda effect, making the world believe in an invincible cause.

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not that Voldemort ever planned on dying. On the contrary, even the slightest thought of leaving anyone —even if his own flesh and blood— to rule in his place was utterly unacceptable to him.

His desire for ‘heirs’ was nothing more than another form of pure manipulation. In case anything happened to his physical body, his followers would still have something, or rather, someone, to fear while he was being restored.

It was his ultimate insurance. If not loyalty, then fear would keep them in line. It would scare off traitors and keep the faithful ones desperate to bring him back, all without him lifting a finger.

Two sons. Two pawns. So if one failed, there was always the other.

And so, he sought to create a legacy not out of love, but out of strategy. A bloodline for respect. For Power.

And who could be better suited to birth his heirs than Bellatrix herself? Limitless devoted, powerful, from a famous and respected pureblood family. And most important of all: loyal without limits. She would never betray him, and she would never even question his will.

So it was done: In a cold December night of 1978, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the first born of Bellatrix and Voldemort, was born.

Not too much time later, almost a year, on November 1979, Bellatrix gave birth to 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞.

The youngest son.

⊹˚₊‧─── 𝓤𝓹𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 ───‧₊˚⊹

On October 31, 1981, Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter, and then died after he embarrassingly failed to kill baby Harry. Leaving Bellatrix alone with their two children.

it always gets me that he FAILED TO KILL A TODDLER because he tried to use THE KILLING CURSE to do it. 🥴 anyway……

It wasn’t long after, that she then married Rodolphus Lestrange. Like Bellatrix, Rodolphus was entirely devoted to Voldemort. One of his most loyal followers, one might say.

And conveniently enough, they were already promised to marry each other by their families when they were young. But with their deep involvement with Voldemort and the First Wizarding War, things were… Delayed.

But their marriage wasn’t about love.

if there was any type love involved at all, it was the obsession they both had with you-know-who.

It was the following of a plan. Almost an order. Rodolphus was previously chosen to help in the Dark Lord’s heirs’ upbringing, in case something happened, until his return.

As mother and stepfather of the Dark Lord’s heirs, their status among the Death Eaters was too elevated. That meaning, that “menil” tasks, such as torturing Frank and Alice Longbottom, were left with members at lower positions. Such as Barty Crouch Jr. and Rodolphus’ brother, Rabastan Lestrange. Which earned them both a one way ticket straight to Azkaban.

So Bellatrix Black, now Bellatrix Lestrange, along with her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, were left responsible for raising Tom and Mattheo. To make sure the boys are raised to worship their father and ready to fight when the time comes.

And growing up inside the Lestrange Manor, with his insane, unpredictable mother Bellatrix, and his perhaps even crazier stepfather, who saw Mattheo and Tom more as trophies than as kids, is definitely something that leaves marks in one’s self.

Although, to be completely fair, the first few years of their lives, the unhinged couple didn’t even have must investments on raising them at all.

The boys were passed from one trusted death eater to the other, who took turns on who would “have the absolute honor” of looking after the Dark Lord’s children for now.

Of course, with Bellatrix and Rodolphus supervising. And Merlin HELP if they ever committed a mistake.

It wasn’t until the boys got a bit older, that they started to get more directly involved in their raising.

To teach, not so precious, life lessons, like:

Emotions are weakness.

Power and Legacy are everything.

They should feel honored of having the Dark Lord’s blood running through their veins.

In the Lestrange Manor, love did not exist. There was no warmth of a family. Only the hunger of two fanatics, and two boys who weren’t seem as individuals, much less as children. Just extensions of a man they barely knew, and treated as such.

I’m gonna write more about Mattheo and Tom’s upbringing and childhood in another post ♡⸝

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When Mattheo turned 11 and got his Hogwarts letter, he was actually pretty excited.

At that point, Hogwarts meant two things for him:

An opportunity to finally be out of his house for most of the year.

A place his mother and stepfather constantly dismissed. So it probably couldn’t be all that bad.

Mattheo had spent the last few years listening to Bellatrix and Rodolphus constantly complain about how absurd it was that Dumbledore was Hogwarts’ headmaster, and how he was staining the school’s legacy with his progressive ideals and tolerance for mudbloods Muggle-borns. So honestly, if they hated something that much, it had to have some redeeming qualities. This belief got even stronger after his older brother, Tom came back from his first year at Hogwarts, complaining about how stupid everyone was there.

Raised to believe emotions and affection were weakness, Mattheo never fit inside his own house. While Tom, since a terrifying young age, thrived in mastering his own emotions, Mattheo was the opposite.

No matter how hard he tried, he always felt too much. He was too much. He couldn’t just “turn it all off” like Tom. He craved a warmth that he was never allowed to desire.

Mattheo is the one who, spent a big part of his childhood, wondering what was wrong with him, as he watched the way his aunt Narcissa and Lucius, treated his cousin Draco. Watching how the Malfoys (even if far from perfect) treated Draco with so much love.

Mattheo would quietly observe, when the Malfoys came over or the other way around, trying to understand why he wasn’t worthy of something like that.

Wondering why couldn’t have been lucky enough to be born Narcissa’s son, instead of her sadistic sister’s.

However, Mattheo had the time of his life, on the rare occasions Bellatrix and Rodolphus left him at the Malfoys’ house. While there, he liked to pretend, even if just for a little while, that he was a normal kid, part of a normal family, and let himself forget where he actually came from.

So when Mattheo finally started at Hogwarts, it was this weird mix of hope and fear that left him awake for a whole week before the classes started.

Hope that he might finally get, at least some, sense of the normalcy he’d always so desperately craved, and a chance to be away from his family.

But also fear. Fear that he’d get his hopes up only to watch them crash, that everything he hated about his household and the shadow of his last name, would follow him there.

the son of the Dark Lord you-know-who.

And unfortunately, his fears weren’t wrong.

He didn’t even need to get to Hogwarts. The moment he set his feet on Plataform 9 ¾, the rumors and gossip were already running wild.

And as if the universe wasn’t already pleased enough, Mattheo had to start at Hogwarts the same year as Harry Potter, aka, the boy his father not only tried to murderer, but also made an orphan.

You’d probably think, that having Tom starting at Hogwarts first, one year before Mattheo, earning quite a reputation in his first year, and having the “Chosen One” start the same year would take at least some of the inevitable spotlight off Mattheo.

But in reality, it was quite the opposite. With Tom already fueling expectations tied to their last name, and Harry, mr. “wizarding world hero” ,being there, people had everything they needed to craft the perfect ‘good vs evil’ narrative inside their heads.

And it didn’t matter how willing Mattheo was to make friends. Most people had already decided who he was before ever speaking to him.

Even though Mattheo had grown up constantly hearing all about his father’s ‘legacy,’ it wasn’t until he started at Hogwarts that he fully understood the weight his last name carried. The way people looked at him and whispered was enough to make reality slam into him like a double-decker bus.

And when Mattheo’s turn at the Sorting Ceremony came, it was like the whole Great Hall held its breath. Eyes carefully watching as Mattheo, in the deepest parts of his head, hoped he wouldn’t be sorted into Slytherin. Not because of the house itself, but because he was terrified of hated everything that could indicate that he was, in any way, even remotely similar to his family. especially to his father.

So when the Sorting Hat shouted, loud and clear, “SLYTHERIN”, Mattheo felt something twist painfully in his stomach.

At Hogwarts, the kids fell into three groups around him:

Those who avoided him at any cost, like Voldemort himself would come back from the dead to murder them and their families if they as much as said a “Good morning” to Mattheo.

The few ones, who tried to suck up to him because of who his father was, probably thanks to their own parents’ allegiances.

And the ones who outright bullied him.

Yes. Even though Mattheo was Voldemort’s son, he was still bullied. It ranged from nasty comments and shoves at the halls, to having his dorm vandalized and his things hidden.

So he ended up stuck between bullies, people who completely avoided him like he had dragon pox, or fake friends who only cared about his last name, which Mattheo despised more than anything. If he wanted to just be seen as an extension of his father, he could’ve stayed at home, thank you very much.

Eventually, Mattheo went from not being able to make friends, to not caring or making any effort at all.

Maybe, as much as it hurted Mattheo to admit, some of what he was taught as a kid was right: love and affection were conditional, not freely given. That people would only ever want him if he had something to offer, and to believe otherwise was weakness and delusional.

Maybe, that’s just how it’s supposed to be. He’d always been alone and survived so far. He doesn’t need anyone. (or at least he convinces himself of that)

But if that was really true, what then, could explain the gut punch Mattheo felt when he saw other kids walking around Hogwarts’ corridors, carelessly laughing, with their friends?

Truth is, Mattheo hated being lonely.

He carried this deeply buried longing (born from growing up in his cold, fucked-up family), to feel like he belongs somewhere. To be wanted, just because.

But finally eventually, Mattheo gathered some real friends.

As mentioned before, he already knew Draco, his cousin. And even though Mattheo had his own reservations about Draco’s little parade of followers and how much he liked to show off, being around him was easy. Draco wasn’t someone who tried to hide his true intentions and was, most of the time, straight up honest about who he was and what he wanted. And on top of that, Draco gave Mattheo that warmth of good childhood memories. Because at this point, practically all of Mattheo’s, already few, scattered good memories were with the Malfoys.

Eventually, Mattheo’s proximity with Draco led him to meet Theodore Nott. Theodore and Draco already knew each other before class started, because of Lucius relation with Theodore’s father, Nott sir. Theo and Draco weren’t especially close at first, but started sticking together naturally when they began Hogwarts the same year.

It didn’t take long for the group to grow with Blaise Zabini, who shared a dorm with Draco; Lorenzo Berkshire, who was also already acquaintances with Theodore before school started; And eventually, Pansy Parkinson, who started as Draco’s personal fan girl (and she will kill anyone who dares to mention this fact in the later years), but soon enough became basically one of the boys.

Together, they formed a close-knit friend group that meant more to each of them than any of them would ever let themselves admit.

But of all of them, Theodore Nott became Mattheo’s ride-or-die. They shared a special bond.

For Mattheo, Theo was a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t care less about who Mattheo’s father was.

Probably because Theo, more than anyone else, understood how shitty it was to have a monster as a father.

He was the first person to see Mattheo since the beginning as just Mattheo. Not a Riddle. Not someone’s son.

Theo became his best friend. Not that they went around the four corners of Hogwarts calling each other that. But they didn’t need to. Their bond went deeper. They understood each other in a way no one else could, because Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott share similar wounds, even if made by different people.

So if Mattheo didn’t have Tom,

who, if Mattheo ever tried to rely on, would probably only happily remind him of how weak he was for pitying himself,

he had Theo. To sympathize with his shitty situation. Because Theo is the closest Mattheo feels he ever had to a brother, even if they don't share a last name.

And just like that, all of a sudden, Hogwarts became Mattheo’s home. A place where he could be a different version of himself, surrounded by his people. Who saw the real him past his last name, and chose to stay anyway.

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Mattheo Riddle is a man of extremes. He doesn’t just feel, but embodies every emotion in the most intense way as possible.

When he’s sad, it’s an all-consuming sorrow. When he’s angry, it’s a blind, reckless rage. His excitement is electric, almost ecstatic.

It’s like he’s constantly teetering on the edge of some feeling, rarely lingering in the delicate middle ground. He either feels everything, or absolutely nothing.

There are days when Mattheo is the most outgoing person in the room. He’ll mercilessly talk his friends’ ears off for hours about literally anything that crosses his mind.

And then, there are days when he’s this sullen, brooding figure. That stays quiet for hours, just staring off into space, lost in his own thoughts, that no one else could ever reach.

And that’s because Mattheo Riddle never learned how to deal with his emotions.

Growing up in a house where any sign of emotions or vulnerability was brutally punished, Mattheo was taught to suppress everything.

And even if he doesn’t truly believe in those lessons, the trauma and the voices of his sadistic mother and stepfather still haunt his mind.

And like anything that’s forced down past its limit, Mattheo eventually explodes in the only emotion he’s ever really knew how allowed himself to feel: anger.

He lashes out.

He’s volatile, unpredictable.

And if someone’s unlucky enough to even look at him— or worse, at one of his friends — the wrong way when he’s in this state, odds are they’ll end up in the Hospital Wing.

Mattheo earned quite the reputation at Hogwarts for getting into fights.

Because of course, the son of Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort couldn’t be anything but violent, right? At least that’s what he believes.

All of this started back when Mattheo was still in his early years at Hogwarts.

Shockingly, being the son of the man who tried to murder half the Wizarding World doesn’t do wonders for your reputation and social life. So Mattheo was constantly bullied when he first arrived.

At first, he ignored it. But as he got older, his anger grew with him.

He started remembering Rodolphus’ words echoing in his head

“fear is the only thing that makes people respect you.”

And maybe part of that was true.

So the fights began.

Mattheo quickly learned that, even with the endless varieties of hexes out there, none of them, gave the same sick satisfaction and relief that a good and traditional punch right into someone’s face did.

Eventually, these fights led Mattheo to become feared at Hogwarts. And fear led to respect.

And aside from some occasional idiots who still found the courage to throw a backhanded comment at him or his friends, the bullying stopped.

However, you can’t ever fully stop the gossips and whispers around the castle about the violent, psychotic tendencies of the younger Riddle sibling. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ. ⱼᵤₛₜ ₗᵢₖₑ ₕᵢₛ ᵳₐₜₕₑᵣ.

Everyone knew Mattheo had a short fuse, and snapped easily at any sign of disrespect towards him, or especially, towards his friends.

If there’s one thing guaranteed to set Mattheo off, it’s messing with the people he cares about. protector complex runs wild fr

Eventually, everyone just knew: crossing Mattheo Riddle was guaranteed trouble.

Mattheo is also THE MOST opinionated person in the world. He has strong opinions on nearly everything and is more than happy not afraid of sharing them, even if you never asked.

And that goes for people, too. When Mattheo likes someone, he’d burn the world down for them without thinking twice. He’d do anything for the few people he truly cares about.

But when he doesn’t? It borders on petty, even childish behavior. And if you ever land on Mattheo’s bad side, good luck changing his mind. He’s like an eternal stubborn child.

At parties, Mattheo is a constant duality:

Sometimes, he is the life of the party. Walking around with that confident careless grin like he owns the place, a cup of firewhisky or whatever alcoholic drink he finds in hand.

He’ll drink and drink and drink and smoke until the world around him is hazy and people’s faces are blurry.

He talks to anyone, participates in whatever party games his friends put him up to, and flirts shamelessly. He laughs like he doesn’t have a care in the world. And for a while, he almost convinces himself that’s true.

Because the truth is, most of the time, Mattheo doesn’t actually like being alone.

He acts like he does. Pulls up his walls, wraps himself up in this cool, “i don’t give a fuck” persona. But in reality, he’d usually rather have someone by his side.

Anyone, really. Most of the time it doesn’t even matter who they are or what they are saying. Because most days, he just needs them as background noise. To distract him from the storm inside his head.

So parties are perfect! Loud and bright, a perfect temporary distraction to drown out thoughts he doesn’t want to face.

So he keeps drinking,

and drinking

and drinking... And he feels great!

Until he doesn’t.

Suddenly, it’s too much.

The noise starts clawing at his skull, the lights spinning in a sickening way, and reality begins to hit back at him at full force.

That’s when Mattheo disappears.

Slips away. One second he’s there, the center of party, the next he’s gone.

You’ll find him in some empty corridor of the castle, headphones on, eyes staring at nowhere, drunk. Hiding. On his own existential crisis.

On his loneliest nights, when that unbearable feeling of emptiness persists inside of him, he’ll let himself be pulled into the arms of some random girl chasing the thrill of a night with the “infamous Hogwarts bad boy”.

He’ll fuck to forget. Chasing to feel anything other than the void inside of him.

Not understanding that the type of connection and company he actually craves, is not sexual. And can’t be satisfied with meaningless drunk hookups.

Then it’s back to being alone again, because none of it ever lasts. (not that he actually wants to.)

So at the end of the night, when he’s all alone, in a bathroom, head bowed over the toilet, hands shaking and throwing up, that’s the only time he allows himself to truly acknowledge how fucked up everything is. That’s the only time he allows himself to fully feel.

But he doesn’t allow anyone to see him at this state. No, not even his friends. Because in this moment, it’s when he’s the most vulnerable.

And Mattheo Riddle hates showing any kind of vulnerability.

Because vulnerability was never safe for him.

In his house, it was something to be punished. A single show of weakness earned him disappointed, disgusted looks from Rodolphus and Bellatrix, and a painful lesson to drive the point home.

So Mattheo learned to keep it all in.

He struggles a lot to open up to someone.

Even to his closest friends.

He never asks for help

Because a fucked up part of him, believes he deserves the pain, the loneliness.

After all, that’s what he grew up with. On the contrary of affection and care, solitude and suffering are familiar. It feels safe, in a twisted way.

The only person he sometimes, allows to see himself in this situation,

because most of the times he won’t even give Mattheo a choice,

is Theodore.

And, on some even rarer occasions, Draco.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust the others. But Mattheo is a creature of habit. And what he is used to, is to push everyone away.

But Theo is Theo, and he is used to Draco (who surprisingly or not, can be extremely responsible when necessary).

Interesting enough, being the only one born in 1979, Mattheo is the oldest one in the group. But he is like the baby of the group. The one they watch out for, the one they worry about even when he sneers that he doesn’t need it.

And when he does accept their help, it’s only to feel extremely guilty afterwards. Convinced he is poisoning them with his darkness, dragging them down into the mess he’s made of himself.

And all this for nothing, because he considers himself not worth the effort, since him, the son of Bellatrix with the Dark Lord himself, is beyond fixing. at least that’s what he believes.

But not just in sorrows does Mattheo Riddle live! (thank God)

On top of all of that, Mattheo is actually a really great friend.

And even if he won’t ever admit it out loud, he is extremely attached to his friends.

And as ironic as it might sound for someone who struggles so much to deal with his own emotions, Mattheo is surprisingly sensitive to others around him. He’s usually the first to notice when something’s off with someone.

A shift in the way they speak, a change in their smile.

Patterns that pass unperceived by most people, catch his eye instantly.

That doesn’t mean he exactly knows what to do when he notices these things, but you can be sure he’ll stick by their side the whole day, hovering in his own awkward way, just to make sure they aren’t alone.

Because deep down, that’s what he wishes someone would do for him.

And Merlin, does he talk. Once he’s comfortable around you, good luck getting a moment of silence.

And even if this is often overshadowed by the fact that his older brother Tom, is known to probably be the “smartest wizard at Hogwarts” and as smarter brother, Mattheo is actually really smart.

Not in the “straight A’s”, “Head Boy” sense. He honestly doesn’t give a single shit about grades. He will, as a matter of fact, shamelessly skip any class he finds boring.

Like History of Magic, for example. Which makes him want to Avada Kedavra himself on the spot. The very thought of sitting still for an hour straight listening to that old professor’s voice endless droning makes him seriously consider setting himself on fire every morning he has this class.

But get him talking under the stars at 2am, cigarette between his fingers, and you’ll see how smart he really is. He can talk about literally any subject.

He loves long, deep conversations that last until the sun starts to rise.

And although Mattheo Riddle is not even a little emotionally mature (quite the opposite actually), he still is a very deeply thoughtful person.

He’s also ridiculously funny.

But if you ever tell him that, you will see him become so ridiculously smug, you’ll want to punch him.

He has the ability to make a joke out of absolutely anything, especially of his own shitty situations.

He is the king of sarcasm, and it’s basically his second language at this point. Teasing is practically his love language.

If Mattheo is affectionately tormenting you like a child to the point you want to hex him, well, congratulations! You’ve officially made it into his tight circle.

But that version of him is reserved only to his people. It’s not that he’s an asshole to everyone else. No. But he just likes to keep it to his tight group. With everyone else, he keeps his walls high, his demeanor cold. More of loner, to be honest. Partly to maintain the fearsome reputation he carefully constructed over the years, partly because that’s just how he is.

After all, a fake scary reputation is all a man has…

And oh, does he care about that reputation. He’ll scoff and say he doesn’t, but that’s only half true.

Sure, he doesn’t give a single fuck about what most people think of his actions or choices.

But the idea of anyone even glimpsing what’s beneath his scary ‘bad boy’ act?

That terrifies him. He’d die before letting the outside world know that beneath those intimidating stare,

the stare he spent WEEKS perfecting, trying to turn his soft brown Bambi eyes into this death stare.

hides a boy who would die for the ones he cares about. That the all scary and intimidating Mattheo Riddle, actually has the biggest of hearts.

It’s not that he always wanted it to be like that. Deep down, Mattheo hates that people have this impression of him. He hates to feel so misunderstood, and he hates even more that he knows that he sometimes gives reasons for people to believe that he is, in fact, at least a bit, just like his father.

But really, his whole scary guy act is just that: an armor. A carefully constructed safety measure so people don’t dare to mess with him.

An armor he has worn so well, for so long, that sometimes even he can’t tell if it’s still just an armor anymore or if this is who he truly is, after all.

But every armor has its cracks.

And for Mattheo, it’s his eyes.

And if you look at him when he’s comfortable, or too distracted to remember to pull up his mask, you’ll start to understand why he spent so much time practicing how to make his stare intimidating.

That’s because of how heartbreakingly expressive his eyes are. And if you pay enough attention, not even his rehearsed death stare, will have you fooled anymore.

So when it’s late at night, just you and Mattheo sitting by the edge of the astronomy tower, talking about life and everything else, and he is looking at you like this:

you’ll start to wonder if there ever was any real evil in him at all.

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Hobbies:

Mattheo isn’t exactly the type to have many lasting hobbies. Sure, he gets intensely interested in one thing or another from time to time, but he generally lacks the patience and focus to stick with anything for more than a month, tops.

Still, there are a couple of things that managed to stick:

Sketching:

He doesn’t even recognize it as a hobby really. But Mattheo always carries around this little sketchbook that is filled with random music lyrics that for some reason he identifies with, messy stuff he writes down when the noise inside his head gets too loud, and, of course, countless sketches and drawings.

And no, it’s not a diary, okay?!! He swears!

It’s something he’s been doing since he was a kid.

He draws to pass the time, to distract himself from his thoughts, or simply because something catches his eye. He doesn’t even realize how talented he actually is. And good luck trying to convince him to let you take a look. It’s not happening!

Collecting:

Mattheo isn’t one of those dedicated collectors. But he does have a soft spot for cassettes and vinyl records.

And he doesn’t care that it’s already the late 90s, he’s NOT switching to CDs!

He has his own Walkman that he likes to carry everywhere, along with a growing collection of cassettes.

Vinyls are a close second love, and one of his favorite things is browsing that old second-hand shop in Hogsmeade, hunting for albums that catch his interest.

Honorable mention to card games. It’s not exactly a hobby, but Mattheo really likes them!

Music Taste:

Mattheo likes music that makes him feel something.

Whether if it is a depressing lyrics or a good beat, he likes to feel it in his soul.

And he takes music very seriously.

He thinks his music taste is better than everyone else’s and will spend hours explaining why if you give him the opportunity.

He’ll shamelessly judge you based on what you listen.

Some of his favorites are:

• The Smiths (his absolute favorite)

• Radiohead

• Depeche Mode

• Billy Idol

• Nirvana

• The Cure

• Pearl Jam

He also enjoys some louder music, especially when he’s feeling angry. Some bands enjoys are:

• AC/DC

• Metallica

…and the list goes on.

and if we are not being decade appropriate, i think he would also be really into Arctic Monkeys.

Movies

Aside to muggle music, that had already became more common even among purely wizard families, especially with younger wizards, Mattheo also picked up a taste for other more underrated parts of the muggle culture. Books, comics, movies…

What Mattheo likes the most about these things is the fact they come from a completely different world, one where no one even knows about the weight of his last name. It’s a place where the weight of his linage doesn’t even exist.

Mattheo is, at his core, a manchild. So his favorite movie genres tend to be fiction and action. Some of his go-tos are:

• Back to the Future

• Star Wars

• 007

• Fight Club

• Breakfast Club

• Jurassic Park

• Ferris Buller’s day off (it’s a classic, don’t argue with him on this one).

He also has a taste for horror movies, like:

• The Shining

• The Exorcist

• Friday the 13th

• Halloween

And, though it’s not a movie, his favorite guilty pleasure is a muggle show Pansy made them all watch during a sleepover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And Mattheo got completely hooked.

(Buffy is just really badass, okay??? Back off.)

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𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔 ˙ᵕ˙:

➜ i do not own any of these characters.

➜ i do not own any of the medias used above, they were all saved from google or pinterest.

with the only exception of the lyrics gif and the picture that has blaise, pansy, theo and mattheo. i edited both of them myself. feel free to used them if you want. credit would be appreciated for the picture one because it was quite some work😅

➜ links for the dividers i used (all credits for the creators):

divider 1 @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

divider 2 @popmilky

divider 3 @uzmacchiato

divider 4 @popmilky

divider 5 @saradika-graphics

the hogwarts divider was just an image on pinterest that i removed the background. feel free to use it if you want ˙ᵕ˙

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⋆boyfriend!mattheo⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who loves you sooooo much that he’s actually willing to change his ways and become a better boyfriend person for you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who has a soft spot for you and only you. you see a side of him no one else does. not just the soft side, but also the goofy and silly side, the one who smiles and laughs at tiny first years falling over the weight of their bags

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who always complains about how he hates things that taste too sweet (basically any little snack you keep in your room) but nevertheless without fail they will all end up missing by the end of the week..

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who doesn’t like going to sleep early but he will, because you do, just so he can fall asleep next to you. and if he doesn’t fall asleep he’ll watch you laying next to him, memorising every little detail of your face (in the most non-creepy way😁)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who acts like he doesn’t care if he sees you talking to any guy, even if it’s literally in class, but when he goes back to his shared dorm his friends will literally never hear the end of it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who will by any means kill for you, even if it’s the old lady who barkeeps at the Three Broomsticks who glares at you anytime you walk in.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who pretends to hate your 2000s netflix tv shows, but every time georgina reappears every season he always has something to say about it..

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who loves to spoil you and let you have your way, even when you’re bitching and complaining his ear off, he will always do what you ask him to.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who always steals your expensive shampoo and conditioner because he thinks his simply ‘doesn’t work on him anymore’

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!mattheo who’s basically redecorated his entire dorm and bathroom so that you’ll like it more and feel more inclined to stay the night at his

#am i back? yes #will i reclaim this corner of the internet permanently? probably not😬 #completely random and off the top of my head so yeah enjoy x

ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ 3ʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʜᴇʀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴋɪssɪɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ. ғʟᴜғғ!!

ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ.

Mattheo has been in love with Y/n ever since their 3rd year, and pretty much the second they met, Mattheo fell. Hard. But he couldn't help it, i mean, the way her dimples show whenever she giggles or the way her eyebrows furrow when she's confused. He noticed pretty much every single detail of you. Your favorite subjects, favorite candy, favorite color. He didn't mean to be creepy. He was just an observing person.

FLASH BACK...

"Give me my books book!" You had muttered, trying your best to stand up to the two 5th year students who had just taken your books, holding them up, over your head. "Not a chance." One of them smiled viciously, taunting you even more by swinging the books. Then, a flash of white light came, along with someone yelling a hex at them both, instantly knocking them down like dominoes. Your books had been knocked out of their hands, landing directly infront of your feet. You gasped as someone stepped out from behind them.

Mattheo Riddle.

You knew about Mattheo but never actually spoke to him. You knew he had a bad reputation. You knew better than to speak to him.

"Uh.. thank you.." You quickly muttered, picking up your books in a rush. "You're welcome." He says smiling like he's your knight in shining amor. "I'm Mattheo." He says, extending his hand. He didn't bother mentioning his last name in front of you. He didn't want to scare you off like he scared many other kids away. "I'm Y/n." You exclaim, hesitating for a second before shaking his hand. You always believed that there's good in everyone. "Uh, so, how did you manage to knock two fifth years off their feet!?" You question, genuinely curious. "I have my ways." He smirks, leaning against a wall, flashing a cheesy charming smile to you.

Throughout the week, you would constantly bump into Mattheo, leading him to start a conversation and follow you around. You genuinely enjoyed his company. He followed you, kinda like a lost puppy.

It was Friday, and you were minding your business, studying in the libary when Mattheo suddenly popped up, sitting down next to you. "You'll never guess what just happened today!" He says. "Mattheo." You pause. "If you really want to be friends, just ask instead of following me around." You exclaim, looking at him. "Uh, okay." He pauses, clearing his throat. "Would you want to be friends, Y/n?" He asks. You nodded. "Now it's official." You smile. "Anyways, what happened?" You asked him.

Ever since the 6th year, his crush on you began to grow every time you guys hung out. He tried to give you hints, like not paying attention to any girl but you, showing hints of jealously whenever someone would ask you out in front of him. He even asked you out on valentines Day! But you mistoke it for a friends-valentines day! "Oh, thank you, Mattheo!" You smile, taking the flower bouquet from him. "This is why you're my best friend!" You exclaim, patting his back. His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Yeah.. friends." He quietly muttered.

His stomach always dropped whenever you referred to you guys as simply friends. Mattheo always yearned for you. He didn't want to be just friends. He wanted to be more. He wanted you all to himself. His fists would clenched, his knuckles turning white as he thought back to urge to slam you into the nearest wall and kiss you every time you dared to utter the word "friend."

It was Saturday, and previously Mattheo had asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me. You agreed.

So you sat at your vanity applying some blush to your cheeks, then you heard a knock at your door. You quickly jolted up to answer it.

"Hi Mattheo!" You smile. Mattheo quickly muttered a quick hello. He felt his cheeks heating up, and it hadn't even been 10 seconds. He smelt your familiar scent lingering in the air. "I'm almost ready. I just need to do my hair. Sit on my bed." You exclaim, going back to your vanity, Mattheo walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He watched as you pulled out a hairbrush and a hairtie. He saw your reflection in the mirror holding the hair tie in your mouth as you tied up your hair. His breath hitched as you finally tied up your hair and grabbed your purse. "Okay, I'm ready." You say, heading for the door.

He nodded as you followed you out. "Your awfully quiet." You state, your hands behind your back as he walked beside you. "Oh, sorry. Just a lot on my mind." He forced an apologic smile. "It's fine. I get it." You replied back.

But you don't.

Mattheo wanted to say back. You certainly did not get how hard it was for him. "And before you ask - I'll buy you a ton of chocolate frogs." He chuckled. Every time you guys would go together, you will always beg him to buy you chocolate frogs. "Thank you." You smile, angling your head to look up at him. Mattheo was at least a foot taller than you. "You're welcome." He grinned.

You two arrived at Hogsmeade, the scent of butterbeer, and freshly baked pastries flooded your nostrils.

"Where should we go?" You asked. "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?" He suggested. You nodded, grinning. It was one of your favorite places in all of Hogsmeade. You two made your way to the shop, opening the door, a bell jingled as the worker greeted you. You looked at all the food, unsure of what to pick. "Mattheo, I need help. Should I get a pumpkin pastry or sticky toffee pudding?"

"Pumpkin pastry." He replied. You walked up to the counter. "Two pumpkin pastries, please." You said, handing the lady the coins. She quickly took the pastrys from the display and then handed them to you."

"Here." You said, giving Mattheo one. "Thank you, I'm starving!" He sighed in relief, taking a huge bite, devouring the whole thing in a single bite. "You're such an idiot." You chuckled as you took a much smaller bite of the treat. "Three broomsticks next?" You questioned. He nodded, mouth still full of the pumpkin pastry.

You walk in the three broomsticks, seeing some familiar faces from school. "Hi Luna and Neville!" You greet. "Wanna see the socks i bought?" Luna asks you, holding up a pair of fluffy socks with a ladybug pattern on them. "They're so cute!" You exclaim. "Thank you!" She thanks, as she takes a sip of her butterbeer, a mustache of whipped cream appearing on her cheeks. "See you around!" You wave, sitting down at a booth next to Mattheo. Your knees practically touching. The candle in the middle of the table lit up the stone bricks around it. You looked out the window next to you, just simply admiring the scenery. The many students coming out of honeydukes with a variety of sweets in their hands.

Mattheo took this time to his advantage. He sat there, a hand placed under his chin, just staring at you, his eyes burning into you. He saw a loose strand of hair. He extended his hand and placed it behind your ear, making you snap of your trance. You gave him a quick smile. Mattheo felt his heart beating. It was beating so loud he thought you would hear it. Suddenly, the waiter came up to you guys, smiling, her hair slightly greying. "What can I get for you?" She said, gesturing to Mattheo. Mattheo placed his order of a single butterbeer. "And what can I get for your girlfriend?" She smiled. Mattheo quickly slient. His pulse rushing. "Oh, uh." You butted in. "We're actually just friends. And I'll have a butterbeer aswell, thanks." You smiled back like it was the most normal thing ever. "Oh, I'm so sorry! And sure thing." She awkwardly said, writing frantically in her notepad. "No worries." You laughed. Mattheo stared dumbstruck at you. He just wanted to slam you against the table and kiss you. But due to your cluelessness, you would miskate it as a friendly act.

"Mattheo?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. "Oh, erm. Yeah?" He said. "Are you gonna try out for Quidditch this year?" You asked him, and your knee was awfully close to his. "Probably, as long as Blaise tries out." He shurgged. "If you do, I'll make sure to come watch with one of my friends." You exclaimed, fidgeting with your bracelet on your hand. He had previously given you the golden bracelet for your birthday. It was detailed with small gems.

The same lady came back shortly with two butterbeers in her hand. She placed them in front of both of you. "Enjoy!" She murmured, walking away. You reached out for the mug in front of you, and the mug was still chilly. "Wanna go back to Hogwarts after?" He asked. "Sure, besides, I need time to finish an assignment anyway." You replied back, taking a sip of butterbeer. "Maybe we can study together?" He said, also taking a sip, his hands wrapped around the mug. "Yeahhh, like you're not just gonna copy off mine." You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. "I won't!" He promised, holding his hands up in the air.

After 20 minutes, you finally finished your butterbeer, Mattheo finished his long before you did. He carefully sipped his drink while listening to your crazy stories. Mattheo was pretty patient when it came to listening to your stories. Even if they were a little silly, he found that time to stare at you without question, but he was paying attention, he would eventually respond, and you would take that time to take a chug at your drink.

"You ready to go?" Mattheo said, getting up from his seat. "Yup." You nodded, following him out. He held the door open for you. When you walked outside, a gust of wind blowed in your face, causing the two to lose strands of hair infront of your face to blow frantically. "Shit, its cold." You said hugging yourself. You only had a thin knit sweater on. "Here, take my jacket." He said, offering you his jacket. "Thank you!" You sighed in relief, standing in front of the three broomsticks. He put the jacket over you, his smell of his colange filled your nostrils as he stood behind you.

You noticed a rather cute boy walking past you. His charming smile caught your attention as he walked with a group of his friends. "Whos that?" You asked casually, as if it didn’t matter, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, he's in Slytherin like me. I think he's a 7th year." He shurgged, but it felt like his heart had been stepped on. He hated that you were eyeing another boy when he was right there. Waiting and yearning for you, he hated how you didn't realize it.

His eyes glared into the guys head, his stupid blonde curls framing his face. He was obviously jealous of him but didn't dare utter a word. "Do you reckon he has a girlfriend?" You asked absentmindedly while he walked into honeyduked with his mates. "Probably." Was all he could say.

"Stay put, im going to ask." You quickly said before dashing off to the store entrance. "Y/n, wait!" Mattheo mumbled, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you into the nearest alleyway. His breath is hot and heavy. "Mattheo, what?" you mumbled. "I can't keep this in anymore. Look y/n, i think you're the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. I've been trying to signal to you ever since 3rd year- and my heart drops to my stomach every time you call us "just friends." I even tried to ask you out on valentines Day, and you just thought I was asking as friends!" He pauses. "Y/n..my heart yearns for you. It always has, please just understand..." he then leans in and gently kisses you. You don't respond or react. You just stand there, completely dumbstruck. Then he pulled away, his hand still on your waist. "Mattheo.." you stuttered out, reaching a finger to touch your lips. "I'm... sorry." He muttered, looking down, his cheeks red. "No, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for being so blind-" You pause. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.." you confess, kissing him again, both for your hands on his cheeks.

"Fucking hell, Y/n. You have no damn idea how long I've been thinking about doing this." He mutters in-between kisses.

A/n: I'm so sorry if this sucks, my metal health hasn't been the best. I think I might take a small break; but if you have any requests, I will do them, but I won't write any of my own ideas for a while.

This idea was really fun to write.

Knight In Dirty Laundry

Disaster strikes when you lose a sock to the washing machine, and you have no choice but to call for backup.

handyman!mattheo x reader, reader gets stuck in a washer, slight size kink?, talk of a blowjob

w/c: 827

a/n: thank you to @moscatosin for the idea and reading over it for me!! loved having this convo while we we're exactly sober 🤭😭

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12 Days of Dickmas - Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: Deciding to pass the time before your enemy heads over to work on a paired project…You lose track of time, resulting in some mind blowing fun with Mattheo👀

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, college au, enemy!mattheo, toxic!mattheo, ewb!mattheo, voyarism, legilimency, masturbation, orgasm control, degrading, dirty talk, tension, clit stim, jerking off, mutual masturbation, mutual orgasms, Mattheo controlling you with just his mind