HIII DUDAA HAPPY HALLOWEEN ^.^ thoughts on mattheo and reader being nightwing and starfire as their costumes lowk??
nightwing!mattheo x starfire!reader.
mattheo riddle was, without question, a total nerd, and despite the fact his last name carried the dark history of prejudice against muggle-borns, he harbored an irreparable fascination with muggle comics books. however, mattheo was nothing if not opinionated—he was very clear about his distaste for the marvel comics. the overly humorous films and goody-two-shoes heroes with perfect morals irritated him. he preferred his stories darker, sharper, flawed, and for that reason, his love for DC comics was infinitely stronger and brighter. deadpool, the joker, catwoman… all antiheroes and villains with intense personalities and complex backstories—something mattheo found sorely missing on earth-616.
he dove into the world of comics after watching batman's films, and when he discovered dick grayson… it was as if he were reading a version of himself on paper. charisma laced with recklessness, charm, contradiction, and the depth beneath it all—those were traits mattheo shared; a boy born from darkness but desperate to find his own light. when he came across starfire—a fierce, loyal, and radiant super heroine—his thoughts, unbidden, turned to you.
you were still unsure about your costume for this year, feeling uncertain and uninspired, until mattheo decided to take matters into his own hands. he asked ariadne zabini—blaise’s mother and one of the most successful designers in the wizarding world, specialized in muggle fashion—to create your costumes. together, they plotted something extraordinary.
your costume was made of a sleek, purple fabric, crafted from a technological, metallic material that shaped your body and gave you both strength and elegance. the design was futuristic, with geometric cutouts and silver lines that highlighted your curves and the structure of the suit. silver gloves reached halfway up your arms, paired with long, vibrant purple stockings. upon your chest, an emblem of emeralds gleamed like a constellation. mattheo’s costume, on the other hand, was entirely black—made from a material that looked like a mix between reinforced fabric and flexible armor, something similar to kevlar—designed for both protection and mobility. the most striking detail was the blue emblem, a stylized bird stretching from chest to shoulders, and of course, the black mask covering his eyes.
when he saw the finished costumes, all he could imagine was your face upon seeing the perfectly tailored pieces—exactly your size, since he’d peeked into your wardrobe to get your exact measurements while you were asleep. though the act was undeniably sneaky, it was done with the kind of care he rarely allowed himself to show. finally, the costume dilemma was officially solved.
“mattheo!” you exclaimed excitedly as you opened the large purple box tied with a white ribbon. your costume was perfectly folded inside, and your joy lit up the room. not only was it an uncommon costume at hogwarts, but you would also be matching with him. "it's perfect." you breathed.
“do you like it?” he asked, trying—and failing—to hide the proud smile on his face. “we'll match. i’m going as nightwing,” he explained, stating the obvious. it was almost as if he were nervous about your opinion. mattheo wasn’t the type to distribute gifts—he’d never really had anyone to give them to, and his friends were just as avoidant as he was about such things—so knowing that you liked it meant a lot to him.
“i love it,” you said, throwing your arms around him before he could overthink, grinning from ear to ear. you could already picture it—casting a temporary charm on your hair to make it a bright red (or pink, depending on your mood that day), and the suit hugging your body perfectly. “i can’t wait to wear it. thank you. thank you. i love it.” you spoke between smiling kisses scattered across Mattheo’s face.
and when the date finally came, october 31st felt more vibrant than ever, the castle shimmering brighter. your metallic costume glowed under the torchlights and contrasted beautifully with his matte black one, every head turning towards you both. mattheo had to throw daggers with his chocolate-colored eyes, because the boys wouldn’t stop staring at your ass and your chest—and after a few drinks, you had to hold him back so he wouldn’t pounce on some third-year who’d just hit puberty and had the audacity to whistle at you.
of course, he wasn’t immune to the stares either. he wasn’t, even when in his uniform—naturally, he wouldn’t be free of gazes in a costume that hugged his muscles and, well, everything else. just as he felt jealous seeing people look at your body, you did too when you noticed girls eyeing his very obvious southern jewels. you, for all your amusement, were also not immune to jealousy. “there’s enough of mattheo riddle for all the girls,” he murmured in your ear, knowing it would make that adorable pout appear on your lips and your brows knit together.
you shot him a look, lips twisting into a pout that made him grin wider.
“twat,” you muttered under your breath—though the warmth rising to your cheeks told another story entirely.
