Drop some requests!Slytherin/Ravenclaw𖠋
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What outfits on girl they’d like, P.1, P.2:
Blaise:
Regulus (ik he is in the marauders era, but let me be):
Lorenzo:
What outfits on girls they’d like (my opinion) P.1:
Theo:
Mattheo:
Draco:
Just Mattheo commentating the quidditch match:
“DANG IT”
“AHHHHH”
“SHIT”
“oh fuck me”
“NO NO NO NO N-N-NO”
“BITCH”
“SHIT”
“YESSS”
“huh”
“LETS GOOO”
“AH”
“DAMN IT”
“ouch”
“I think that’s an exposed bone?”
“FUCKING *player*”
“STUPID”
“damn *impressed*”
“GOD DAMN IT”
“HARRY WHEN I CATCH YOUR ASS”
“C’MON MAN”
“THE FUCK YOU MEAN”
“FUCKING LORD”
“NOOO”
“oh”
“WHATEVER”
“YESSSS”
“LETS GO BITCHES”
“FUCKING LETS GOOO”
“naw man I can’t do this anymore”
“ARE YOU FOR REAL”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP”
“go higher.., go higher.., FOR FUCKS SAKE GO HIGHER!”
HOLD MY HORSES
GIRL ILYSM AHHHHH
U GOT ME BLUSHING
@deadghosy @evangelinesecondacc @leona-hawthorne
To my fav tumblr accounts 🎀
my 13 year old self, crying and begging God for a perfect body
I can’t sleep so
😫love me a good tiramisu
how does pinterest see you? search up:
~fashion
~pantone
~mood
~food
and put the first picture that shows up
mine:
tag ur moots!!!!
@batschistcrazy @julia-bonkers @girlbossblog444 @greengirllover @turnerside @ohmanareyoucereal69 +anyone who wants to join<333
The skinny life didn’t choose me, i choose the skinny life so now i $tarve myself lol
AH YES, thank you bb😫
No cus the thought of poet!mattheoxreader is making me go crazy and I am too lazy to write it myself, so…
“𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒”|| 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄
A/N: lol. I hope you like this one, and sorry if this isn’t how you imagine I write it. But I hope you like it. <3
Dear reader,
Smoking and love, both are an addiction,
A sweet poison that can’t be resisted,
The first puff of a cigarette,
Is like the first kiss,
A rush, a high, but there’s a price to be paid,
A love that consumes and takes away,
Leaves you empty, wanting more,
A desire that can’t be ignored,
Smoking and love, both are an addiction,
Hard to let go of, no matter how much you wish it,
The addiction stays with you,
A constant need to light and inhale,
The same way we fall in love and lose ourselves in the process,
Smoking and love, both are an addiction,
A cycle that’s hard to break,
But if we can, we’ll see the beauty,
Of a clear mind and a healthy body,
Smoking and love, both are an addiction,
A force that’s hard to resist,
But with determination and strength of will,
We can overcome them, and we’ll be free once again.
He sighed looking at his writing for his beloved. Ink filled hands as he held the quill. He scratched the back of his head, his messy brown curls bouncing with each itch. He didn’t care if it was late at night. He suddenly wanted to write how he felt with his two addictions in one. You and his smoking. With his poetic skills, his quill was like a sword ready to battle any paper he touched.
His love burns for you like one thousand cigarettes lighting up in one go. He hopes you endure this letter just like how you endured his craziness. He summoned an owl and let it flew away towards your dorm.
To his addiction.
We both knew.
Pairing: Mattheo x Reader
TW: black out, drugs, a little bit of angst?,lmk if there’s anything else
A/N: y’all I haven’t checked for any mistakes so, I’m sorry for that. And I recommend listening to ‘Where’s my love’ cus I was listening to it while I wrote this. So yeah.
LISTEN. TO. IT. 🤺🤺🤺
Also this is in Matt’s POV
We both knew.
I remember the first time I heard you laugh. Not the little by the side laugh. But the one, when you are genuinen.
We were both sitting at the black lake. It was night. I was telling you about the first time Theodore, Blaze and me got high. I was confused because you didn’t cover your smile with your hand. You were always covering it. But I didn’t care. Hearing you laugh so sweetly and seeing your eyes get smaller because of your cheeks, you know, it did something to me. I never felt something like that before. And I don’t mean the love part. I mean the part where I felt safe. You were, are my safe space. We would talk for hours, get high and laugh about stupid shit. Remember the time we got caught? Good for us, that we are good runners, huh? My lungs were bleeding, but it was worth holding your hand. I would gladly bleed for you again, if it meant holding your hands. Those hands, that wiped away my tears, cleaned my wounds, made me feel good, caressed my hair and baked your delicious pastries.
We both knew.
I remember how we used to play uno for hours on the ride to Hogwarts. I let you win most of the time. Seeing you get excited and laugh over me, made me feel something. We would talk for hours, trauma dump each other, without feeling ugly, disgusting or scared.
The ride back was something different. We were both quiet. You’d hold my hand and squeeze it occasionally, whisper sweet things and make me calm down. I would feel sorry for being quiet and just looking out the window every time. But I just couldn’t. Knowing that I was going back to that place, called home. It was more of a prison than home. I was in my own world most of the time. I couldn’t. I can’t.
We both knew.
I remember finding your paintings. I was looking for you, because you weren’t at class. I didn’t knew, that you were skipping classes with Pansy at the astronomy tower, because you always told me if you’d skip. I went to your dorm and looked everywhere. I was looking under your bed, when I found oil paintings. I knew you made them because of your signature at the bottom. You painted the black lake at night. Our not so secret, secret spot. We met there every morning, noon or night. It was beautiful. It had something peaceful about it. All those colors and little details, were mesmerizing and living in harmony. They reminded me of you.
We both knew.
I remember how I snuck into your dorm every now and then. It was wrong but, it felt right. Your touch made my skin feel on fire. It made me burn for you. I burn for you. Every kiss, every sound you made, it drove me crazy. You loved to tease me about it the next morning. But still.
We both knew.
I remember the time I passed out and you found me in my dorm. I don’t remember it all clearly, but your screams still echo in my head. You were horrified. You were so scared and fell on your knees. You put my head on your lap and stroke my hair while the others came running in. Draco told me, that you refused to let go of me until a teacher came. Lorenzo had to hold you back, while Tom carried me to the medical wing. They told me, that you thought that I was dying even though it was just an overdose.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw you asleep on the chair next to me. You looked not well. You woke up started crying again. We both were, I couldn’t hide it. I am sorry.
We both knew.
I remember your last birthday in Hogwarts. I bought you new paint brushes, new paint and a necklace I made myself. You were so excited and hugged me so deeply, that it made me feel alive. You used those brushes to make a painting of my eyes. It was very charming. You were very excited as you showed it to me. Your eyes got small and you didn’t hide your smile.
We both knew.
I remember explaining you with tears in my eyes. But you didn’t listen to me. You were furious, aggressive, sad and lost. I found you throwing up in the bathroom. You were grieving. I told you, that we both knew. We both knew that it was too dangerous. We both knew that we were feeling. We both knew we couldn’t.
We both knew.
We both knew it was too dangerous to be together.
We both knew that we were in love, but we were too scared to say it out loud.
We both knew that we were going to be hurt.
We both knew.
here’s the painting of the black lake and of his eyes, just try to imagine it’s his
Greetings mother,
I was send to thank your beloved and blessed hands.
with love,
Your children
LMFAO STOP HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU
Me frfr
Me when my Tumblr account got terminated (theodorenmyth) and all my hardwork went to the garbage and now I have to start all over again. Like dawg wtf did I do to get banned for not reason
Tumblr sucks ass bro tf 😭
No cus the idea of poet!mattheo is driving me insane
ghostface!mattheo final girl
I had this in my notes app for a while anyway
TW: mentions of blood, violence, murder, stalking
ghostface!mattheo, that secretly watches you change in front of the window every night
ghostface!mattheo, that can’t stop imagining you wh!mpering and tweaking underneath him, while he lines his knife on your neck
ghostface!mattheo, that will gladly call you every night, while he watches you trough the window, tho he will make sure not to make you feel uneasy
ghostface!mattheo, that will be surprised that one night, on his daily calls, you propose to him, to come by
ghostface!mattheo, that will fck you with his mask on
ghostface!mattheo, that can’t help but get hrny from imagining you ki//ing with him together
ghostface!mattheo, that will come by every night, but when you wake up, he no longer will be lying next to you
ghostface!mattheo, that hates himself for feeling good around you
ghostface!mattheo, that will carve your name into his knife
ghostface!mattheo, that will gift you the jewelry of his victims
ghostface!mattheo, that will subconsciously fall for you
ghostface!mattheo, that will show you his face, once he trusts you
ghostface!mattheo, that will go pale, when you caress his scars or hair and make him feel a little bit vulnerable around you
ghostface!mattheo, that will rush out, when you cry for him because someone is standing outside the window
ghostface!mattheo, that will rush out when you call, because you don’t feel good
ghostface!mattheo, that will go pale, when he hears you scream from downstairs because you cut yourself and can’t see blood
ghostface!mattheo, that will clean your wounds and kiss every one of them to make you feel better
ghostface!mattheo, that will k!ll your creepy neighbor that makes inappropriate comments about you and watches you from the window, only he is allowed to do that
ghostface!mattheo, that will make you feel addicted to him
ghostface!mattheo, that will plan your kill for months
ghostface!mattheo, that will make you feel safe around him
ghostface!mattheo, that will lead you into the bedroom
ghostface!mattheo, that will kiss away your tears while he holds the knife on your throat
ghostface!mattheo, that will shush and caress you hair while you treble underneath him
ghostface!mattheo, that will make your death quick so you don’t feel pain
ghostface!mattheo, that will be silent for a moment while he admires your dead body for the last time
imagine being ghostface!mattheo final girl
A/N: here’s the rest bitches, the end isn’t quite what I was planning on, but yeah
TW: SH, inclined depression
Part 3 and final of Love
6th Year: Bonds Strengthened
As the sixth year at Hogwarts began, Y/N noticed subtle shifts in Mattheo's demeanor. There were moments when his usually composed façade cracked, revealing glimpses of inner turmoil that tugged at her heart. It was during one of those crisp autumn evenings, as golden leaves carpeted the grounds, that Y/N found Mattheo staring pensively into the Black Lake.
She approached him cautiously, mindful of his tendency to withdraw into himself when troubled. "Mattheo?" she called softly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the evening.
Mattheo turned to her, a faint smile flickering across his face before it vanished into a mask of uncertainty. "Hey," he greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.
Y/N sat down beside him, feeling the chill of the evening seep through her robes. "Are you alright?" she asked gently, her eyes searching his face for answers.
Mattheo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the rippling surface of the lake. "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water.
Concern etched across her features, Y/N reached out tentatively and placed a hand on his arm. "You can talk to me, Mattheo," she encouraged, her voice a soothing whisper.
For a long moment, Mattheo remained silent, as if grappling with his thoughts. "Sometimes, it's like... like I'm drowning," he confessed quietly, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. "I try to keep it all together, but some days... it's just too much. There are things that I can’t tell anyone, Y/N, anyone…”
Y/N's heart clenched at his words. She had sensed Mattheo's inner struggle for a while now, his battles hidden beneath layers of composure. "You don't have to face this alone," she assured him softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
Mattheo looked at her then, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite name. "Thank you, but no one can help me" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Y/N smiled gently, squeezing his arm in reassurance. "I could never give up on you, Mattheo," she said earnestly. "I am by your side."
In the weeks that followed, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into Mattheo's world. They spent hours by the Black Lake, talking late into the night about their hopes, fears, and dreams. Mattheo gradually began opening up to her, sharing fragments of his past that he had kept hidden for so long.
One evening in the library, Y/N stumbled upon Mattheo poring over an old volume on Dark Arts. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his fingers tracing ancient runes on the yellowed pages. She approached him quietly, taking a seat beside him without a word.
"What are you reading?" she asked softly, breaking the silence that hung between them.
Mattheo glanced up, startled by her presence before his expression softened. "Just... trying to understand," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Y/N nodded understandingly. She knew Mattheo's fascination with the Dark Arts stemmed from a desire to comprehend the darker aspects of magic, perhaps as a way to confront his own demons.
"Sometimes, understanding doesn't come from books," she offered gently, her gaze meeting his. "Sometimes, it comes from within."
Mattheo regarded her for a long moment, as if weighing her words. "You make it sound so simple," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"It's not simple," Y/N acknowledged, her voice tinged with empathy. "But you don't have to navigate this alone. We're in this together, remember?"
A flicker of gratitude crossed Mattheo's features before he nodded slowly. "Together," he echoed softly, the word carrying a weight that resonated deep within Y/N's heart.
One stormy evening in early November, Y/N found herself pacing the Slytherin common room, her thoughts consumed with Mattheo. She knew he had been distant lately, retreating into solitude more frequently than usual. It worried her, the way he withdrew into himself whenever the weight of his past threatened to overwhelm him.
Unable to sit still any longer, Y/N made her way to Mattheo's dormitory. She found him sitting by the window, gazing out at the rain-soaked grounds with a haunted expression. Without a word, she took a seat beside him, drawing her knees to her chest as she watched the rain cascade down the glass panes.
"Mattheo," she began softly, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "Talk to me."
Mattheo sighed heavily, his gaze never leaving the storm raging outside.
“Mattheo, I know something is wrong, please, tell me, I am worried about you, and it’s breaking my heart to see you like this and not being able to help.”, Y/N says quietly.
He stays quiet for a moment, taking in the moonlight and the sound of the rain meeting the ground.
He looks at her for a brief moment, trying not to avoid her gaze.
Y/N can already see the pain and the trouble in his eyes, they look more empty than filled with life, they look hopeless, given up, and lost.
She puts her hand on his wrist to make him look at her, but she just flinches and tries to pull back his wrists.
Her face drops and she quickly rolls up his sleeve.
Y/Ns breath hitches, his wrist is covered in scars.
Mattheo stays quiet, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her face to scrunch up in disgust, knowing that she can’t see blood or wounds.
But she stays quiet, she doesn’t speak for the next few minutes, his wrist still in her hand and exposed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”, she asks him, her voice is breaking slightly.
“That’s the thing that I wasn’t able to tell.”, he says hallow and quietly.
Y/N's heart clenched at his words, the raw honesty in his voice piercing through her own defenses.
"Why?" she asked gently, her voice filled with tenderness.
Mattheo hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "It was... a way to cope," he confessed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I felt like I deserved the pain, that it was the only way to release what I was feeling inside. Or maybe it’s the only way to feel anything.
Y/N reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't deserve pain, Mattheo," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. "You deserve healing, happiness... love."
For a moment, Mattheo closed his eyes, allowing her touch to soothe his turmoil. He had never imagined someone could look at him with such compassion, such unconditional understanding. It scared him, yet it also filled him with a sense of warmth he hadn't felt in years.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything."
Y/N shook her head gently. "You have nothing to apologize for," she assured him. "You're not alone anymore, Mattheo. We're in this together."
Mattheo's gaze met hers, and in that moment, he knew he had found a lifeline in Y/N. She wasn't just a friend or a confidante; she was his beacon of hope, guiding him through the stormy seas of his past.
---
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6th Year: Y/N's Unexpected Birthday Celebration
The days leading up to Y/N's 17th birthday were unremarkable, filled with the usual routines of classes, homework, and the occasional mischief in Slytherin House. Y/N had no inkling that her friends were planning something special, especially not Pansy, who had been unusually secretive.
On the evening of her birthday, Y/N found herself alone in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in revising for an upcoming Transfiguration exam. The common room was unusually quiet, most of her housemates having retreated to their dormitories or the library.
Suddenly, Pansy burst through the door with an exaggerated huff, as if she had been running.
"Y/N!" Pansy exclaimed, breathless but grinning mischievously. "Come with me!"
Y/N looked up, surprised. "Where are we going?"
Pansy wagged a finger in Y/N's direction. "No questions! Just come on!"
Intrigued and a little apprehensive, Y/N set aside her books and followed Pansy through the corridors of Hogwarts. Pansy led her through secret passageways and winding staircases until they reached the seventh floor corridor, where Pansy halted in front of a nondescript stretch of wall.
"Close your eyes," Pansy instructed, her voice barely containing her excitement.
Y/N complied, wondering what Pansy had planned. She heard Pansy muttering under her breath, and then the cold stone beneath her fingers shifted, revealing a sturdy wooden door.
"Okay, open them!" Pansy declared.
Y/N opened her eyes and stepped through the doorway into a scene that took her breath away. The Room of Requirement had been transformed into a cozy haven, bathed in soft candlelight and adorned with green and silver decorations. Plush sofas and armchairs were arranged in a circle, a long table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and an array of drinks stood in the center, and enchanted music filled the air with a soothing melody.
Surrounded by her Slytherin friends - Draco, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and even Lorenzo - Y/N felt a rush of warmth and gratitude. They cheered in unison, "Happy birthday, Y/N!"
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and joy. She turned to Pansy, speechless. "You did all this?"
Pansy grinned broadly. "For you, of course! Now come on, let's celebrate!"
As the evening unfolded, Y/N found herself immersed in laughter and conversations with her friends, the warmth of their camaraderie filling her with a sense of belonging. Mattheo, sitting quietly beside her, watched the festivities with a small smile playing on his lips. He had helped Pansy organize everything, though his mind seemed preoccupied with something else.
Later that night, after the cakes had been devoured and the laughter had softened into contented chatter, Y/N found herself seated next to Mattheo on a plush loveseat tucked away in a secluded corner of the room. The soft glow of candlelight cast gentle shadows across his features, highlighting the thoughtful expression on his face.
"Thank you," Y/N said softly, breaking the quiet moment between them. "For helping with the party, and for being here."
Mattheo glanced at her, his eyes warm with a mixture of fondness and something deeper that he couldn't quite name. "Of course," he replied quietly. "I wanted to make sure you had a good birthday."
"You always do," Y/N teased gently. "Even when you pretend not to care."
Mattheo chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to his hands. "I'm not very good at pretending," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-deprecation.
Y/N reached out, gently nudging his shoulder. "You don't have to pretend with me," she said softly, her tone gentle yet firm. "I know you care, Mattheo. And I appreciate everything you do."
Their eyes met, and in that moment, unspoken words hung in the air between them - words of gratitude, understanding, and a growing connection that defied the challenges they faced individually.
As the night wore on and their friends continued to revel in the warmth of their shared celebration, Y/N and Mattheo remained in their quiet corner, content to simply be together. In the flickering candlelight and the soft strains of music, they found solace in each other's presence, their bond strengthened by the shared moments that bound them together.
After a few hours, they all go back to Y/Ns dorm and decide to play the game of truth or dare.
It starts off basic with Theodore asking Draco, what professor he would fire if he could, or Pansy having to ask a random student to use their toilet.
But later on the questions and dares get more interesting and unserious.
It may be because of the alcohol in their blood, or maybe because it’s two in the morning.
Questions like; ‘Blaise, what professor would you take back to your dorm for the night?’, or; ‘Lorenzo, I dare you to kiss Pansy’, which made Theodore chlench his jaw, while Pansy enjoyed seeing him jealous.
After a while, everyone was either to drunk, to tired, or both to talk.
Pansy was the only one awake and admired the beauty of Theodore before she noticed
Y/N sleeping on Mattheo’s chest.
She giggled quietly and pulled out her mugge camera, that she got from London and took a picture.
(Picture at the end)
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7th year: The necklace
Y/N is sitting quietly at the black lake, enjoying the silence and the comfort of the night.
Every time she wasn’t feeling well, one could find her here or at Mattheos, when she wasn’t to find at Mattheo’s, you know something is troubling her.
Y/N is sitting on the ground, her back pressed up against a tree, the tree where her and Mattheos names were carved in.
They promised each other to stay friends for ever that day.
She smiles slightly at the memory of it.
And then she starts crying.
Her eyes fill with tears and she can’t seem to stop sobbing. Her throat hurts and makes her feel like suffocating.
“Fuck me”, she says angrily and tries to stop her sobs.
“My pleasure”, says a familiar voice behind her.
“Shut up”, she giggles and sobs at the same time and turns around to face Mattheo.
His smirk drops as he sees her face and hears her sobs.
“What happened? Did someone do something?”, he asks her and quickly kneels down next to her.
“No”, Y/N cries softly, with a little smile on her lips.
“Then why are you crying?”, Mattheo sits down next to her and grabs her chin to make her look at him.
“It’s just..- that I am very, very angry”, she cries as her smile fades again.
Mattheo eyes soften and quickly hugs her.
“What happened?”, he asks her softly while stroking her hair.
“I-.. I am sorry, please don’t be mad..”, she says quietly in his arms.
Mattheo starts to get concerned and his mind starts to wander to the worst case scenarios.
“Did someone touch you Y/N?”, he asks her now completely serious.
“God, no.. it’s not like that..”, she says now more relaxed.
“I promise I won’t be mad, but please just tell me you are scaring me.”
Y/N crawls out of Mattheos embrace and faces him.
“I lost the necklace you bought me”, she says to him. Her face seems devastated and ashamed.
“God Y/N, i thought something happened. Don’t fucking scare me like that.”, he exhales.
“I’m sorry”, she says now with a little smile etched across her face.
“Which one was it?”, he asks her.
“The little red heart one, I loved it so much and I don’t know how I lost it, but it just wasn’t around my neck anymore.”, she whines.
Mattheo smiles and nods.
“C’mon, let’s go back, you can stay at mine if you want to.”, he says as they start to walk back to the castle.
—-
The next day Y/N wakes up in Mattheos bed, but he isn’t lying next to her. She quickly checks the bathroom to see if he is in there but the bathroom is empty.
She quickly changes and runs out of the boy’s dormitory area and looks for Pansy.
She spots her sitting in the common room and quickly walks towards her.
Her cheeks are flushed from all the running.
“Hey Pans.”, she says as she plops in the couch next to her.
“God damn, did you guys fuck?”, Pansy asks with her eyes wide open.
“What?! No! Why?!”, Y/N asks her startled by Pansy and looks at her confused.
“Well first of all, I saw you last night going to Mattheos dorm with him, and second of all your cheeks are flushed red, you smell like him, and your hair is a mess. And I don’t think I need to point out his shirt that you are wearing.”, she giggles.
“God no, I was just sleeping over at his, I swear! He is my best friend Pansy!”, Y/N laughs.
“Yeah yeah..”, Pansy says sarcastically with a smirk on her lips.
“You don’t believe me? Look, no hickeys..”, she says and shows Pansy her neck.
“Okay okay, i was joking, I believe you.”, Pansy smiles.
“But you gotta admit that he is a little bit more than your best friend, hm?”, she giggles as she sees Y/N mouth wide open and quickly runs away from her.
“Pansy I am going to kill you”, she laughs while she quickly stands up to chase Pansy.
“BUT YOU ARE NOT DENYING IT”, Pansy yells while running away.
———
On the same night, Y/N is sitting on her bed and going through the pages of her new book, that she stole from Mattheos dorm.
Suddenly she heard a knock on her door.
Huh, it’s pretty late.
She quickly stood up and opened the door, just to see Mattheo standing at the doorway, his smile seemed to reach his ears.
“Hey”, he says and steps inside.
“Hey”, smiles Y/N and sits back on her bed.
“Where were you all day? I was looking for you.”, she says as she watches Mattheo sit on the other side of her bed.
“What, it’s Saturday, which means no classes, am I not allowed to have my free time?”, he asks her sarcastically.
Y/N rolls her eyes and smiles.
“I’ve got something for you”, he says before Y/N can even start a conversation.
“Okay? What is it?”, she ask him curiously.
“Close your eyes first”, he says and grins like a little chill that’s about to get ice cream.
Y/N giggles and closes her eyes.
“Put your hands out”
Y/N does as he says.
“Now open your eyes again”
Y/N quickly opens her eyes, just to see her lost necklace in her hands.
“NO WAY”, Y/N gasps loudly.
“You found it?!”, she smiles widely.
“Yup, let me put it on for you.”, he says and Y/N turns her back towards him, so he can put it on.
Mattheo puts on the necklace while she was holding her hair out of the way.
“That’s it”, he says and Y/N quickly jumps up to look at the mirror.
“God I love you”, she says as she quickly runs back to Mattheo and hugs him.
“Thank you so much”, she says and gives him a quick peck on the cheek.
“No problem, love”
—————
Seventh Year: The Breaking Point
The pressure of their final year at Hogwarts weighed heavily on Y/N and Mattheo, each day blurring into the next under the mounting stress of NEWTs and the impending uncertainty of their futures. The bond between them had grown, but with it came an intensity that neither of them fully understood.
Y/N sat by the Black Lake, her breath visible in the cold winter air. The letter from home lay crumpled in her hand, the words etched into her mind. Her parents’ expectations were crushing, their disappointment palpable even through the parchment. She felt like she was suffocating under their demands, the weight of their hopes pressing down on her chest.
Mattheo found her there, as he often did, his presence both a comfort and a source of turmoil. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were hunched as if trying to protect herself from the world.
“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. She didn’t turn, but he saw the way her hand tightened around the letter. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “I can’t do this anymore, Mattheo. I’m failing them.”
Mattheo sat beside her, the silence stretching between them. He understood that feeling all too well—the suffocating pressure to meet expectations, to be someone you’re not. But he also knew that Y/N was stronger than she believed.
“You’re not failing, Y/N,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re doing the best you can.”
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”
He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over hers. “You are enough,” he said quietly. “To me, you’re more than enough.”
Her breath hitched, and she finally looked at him. The raw emotion in her eyes mirrored his own, a mix of fear, frustration, and something deeper, something they were both afraid to acknowledge.
Winter descended upon Hogwarts, bringing with it a sense of isolation that mirrored Y/N’s internal turmoil. The castle, usually a place of comfort, felt like a prison, its walls closing in on her. She withdrew from her friends, from her studies, and most painfully, from Mattheo.
Mattheo noticed the change immediately. She no longer sought him out, no longer confided in him. The distance between them grew, an invisible barrier that neither knew how to break. It was killing him to see her like this, to see her slipping away.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of classes, Mattheo found her in the Astronomy Tower. She was staring out at the night sky, her expression vacant.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice strained. “What’s happening to you? To us?”
She didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence. The silence was unbearable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “Please.”
She turned to him, and he saw the darkness in her eyes, the despair that she had been hiding. “I can’t, Mattheo,” she said, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much.”
“What hurts?” he demanded, frustration and desperation mixing in his tone. “Tell me, Y/N. Let me help you.”
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t help me, Mattheo. No one can.”
His own emotions surged, anger and helplessness boiling over. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to hurt? To feel like you’re drowning?” He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the scars that marred his skin. “This is how I cope, Y/N. This is how I survive. But it’s killing me, just like this is killing you.”
Her eyes widened, shock and pain reflected in her gaze. “Mattheo...”
“I’m not asking for your pity,” he snapped, his voice rough. “I’m asking you to let me in. To let me help you, even if it’s just by being here.”
She looked away, the weight of his words sinking in. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said, his tone softening. “But you have to let me try.”
The vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty, broke something inside her. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around him. It was a tentative embrace, but it was a start.
The days that followed were a struggle. Y/N and Mattheo navigated their way through their pain, their connection deepening even as it was tested. But the tension between them remained, an undercurrent of unresolved emotions.
One night, after a particularly brutal argument over something trivial, Mattheo stormed out of the common room. Y/N, driven by a mix of anger and fear, followed him. She found him in the courtyard, the cold night air matching the chill between them.
“Why do you always run away?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “Why can’t you just stay and fight?”
“Because fighting is all I know,” he shot back, his eyes blazing. “It’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“That’s not true,” she argued, stepping closer. “You’re good at so much more. You’re good at making me feel like I’m not alone. You’re good at making me feel...”
“Feel what?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Like I am worth something? Like I matter?”
“Yes,” she shouted, the word echoing in the courtyard. “Because you do matter to me, Mattheo. More than anyone else.”
The intensity of her confession hung in the air, a tangible force between them. Mattheo stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
“Don’t you see?” she continued, her voice breaking. “You’re not just a fighter. You’re my friend. My...”
The words caught in her throat, the unspoken truth hanging between them. Mattheo’s eyes softened, the anger giving way to something deeper, something more vulnerable.
“Y/N,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I’m scared.”
“Of what?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“Of losing you,” he admitted, the raw honesty in his words piercing her heart. “Of never being enough for you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she closed the distance between them. “You’re already enough, Mattheo. You always have been.”
He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her face. “Then why does it feel like we’re both falling apart?”
“Because we are,” she whispered, her tears mingling with his. “But maybe we can fall apart together.”
The kiss that followed was a desperate, anguished thing, a culmination of their pain and longing. It wasn’t gentle or sweet; it was raw and intense, a release of everything they had been holding back. As their lips met, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, bound by their brokenness.
In that moment, they found a fragile solace in each other’s arms, a tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, they could weather the storm together. The journey ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and pain, but for the first time, they faced it not as individuals, but as a united front.
And that made all the difference.
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A/N: so guys i decided to post part two of 'Love' the way i planned to. Imma post the fifth year parts and the next part will contain the 6th year, I js didn't want you to wait so long. I ain't romanticizing that shit, I js think that these are be of their past and lore, and a few of the things were also requested really often so l tried to work it out
And guys after the fourth year will be way more angst and serious things, you could say that it's going downhill from now on
TW: huge trigger warning, there will be mentions of ED, SA and alcohol, a little bit angst (I don't know if that's a trigger)
Fifth Year: The burden of Silence
The pressure of fifth year weighed heavily on Y/N. The intensity of preparing for O.W.L.s was suffocating, and she found herself drowning in expectations—her own, her parents', and those of her professors. The need to be perfect gnawed at her, and soon, she began slipping into old, destructive habits.
She skipped meals, convincing herself it was the only way to stay focused, to keep control. Her friends noticed her growing fatigue, but Y/N deflected their concern with practiced ease. Even Mattheo, with his perceptive eyes and gentle concern, couldn’t penetrate the walls she’d built around herself.
But he watched. He saw the way her clothes began to hang loosely on her frame, the way she avoided the Great Hall during meals, the hollow look in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. He tried to talk to her, but she brushed him off with forced smiles and reassurances that everything was fine.
One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N’s hand trembled as she scribbled notes. Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice filled with concern. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself.”
She looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. “I’m fine, Mattheo. Just stressed about the exams.”
“Skipping meals isn’t going to help,” he replied, his tone firmer now.
She flinched, the truth of his words hitting her like a blow. “I said I’m fine,” she repeated, but her voice wavered.
He didn’t push further that night, but his worry only deepened.
As the weeks passed, Y/N’s condition worsened. She was constantly exhausted, her skin pale and gaunt. Mattheo’s heart ached every time he looked at her. He felt helpless, desperate to do something, anything, to pull her back from the edge.
One night, unable to sleep, Mattheo decided to take a walk. As he wandered the dimly lit corridors, he found himself drawn to the kitchens. He paused when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest. It was Y/N, her face buried in her hands.
“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. “What are you doing here?”
She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
His heart broke at the sight of her. He knelt beside her, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” she choked out. “I’m so tired, Mattheo. I’m so tired of pretending everything is fine.”
“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”
She shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’m scared, Mattheo. I don’t know how to stop.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
In the days that followed, Mattheo stayed close to Y/N, watching her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She knew he meant well, but the guilt of worrying him only added to her burden.
One afternoon, they sat by the Black Lake, the cool breeze ruffling their robes. Mattheo decided it was time to confront her about her eating disorder.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, his voice steady but filled with concern.
She glanced at him, her eyes wary. “About what?”
“About what’s really going on,” he said, not backing down. “I know you’re struggling, and I want to help.”
She looked away, her hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know how to stop,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m losing control.”
“You’re not losing control,” he said firmly. “You’re just struggling, and that’s okay. But you need help, Y/N. More help than I can give.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t want anyone to know. They’ll think I’m weak.”
“You’re not weak,” he said fiercely, his hands trembling as he reached for hers. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But even the strongest people need help sometimes.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation. “What if I can’t get better?”
“You will,” he said, his voice breaking. “You have to believe that. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
The road to recovery was anything but easy. Y/N began seeing a healer, a process that was both painful and necessary. She had to confront the deep-rooted fears and insecurities that had driven her to this point. It was a struggle, but she wasn’t alone. Mattheo was there, his support unwavering.
There were days when it felt like too much, when Y/N wanted to give up. But Mattheo wouldn’t let her. He was her anchor, her constant, and she drew strength from his presence.
One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N looked at Mattheo, her eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said softly. “For everything.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his eyes warm. “I’m just glad you’re getting better.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve been my strength.”
He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You’re the strong one. You’re fighting this battle, and you’re winning.”
She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “We’re strong together.”
He reached out, taking her hand in his. “And we’ll get through this. One step at a time.”
As they sat there, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of hope she hadn’t felt in a long time. The road to recovery was long and difficult, but with Mattheo by her side, she believed they could face anything together..
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Fifth Year: Yule Ball Shadows
The Yule Ball was a spectacle of light and music, a temporary reprieve from the pressures of school. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and shimmering icicles hanging from the enchanted ceiling. Y/N, dressed in an elegant emerald-green gown that matched her Slytherin house colors, felt a rare excitement bubbling inside her as she entered the hall with her friends.
For a while, the night was perfect. She laughed, danced, and felt like a normal teenager, not the girl struggling with the weight of expectations and the shadows of her own mind. Mattheo, ever the watchful friend, had been by her side most of the evening, his presence a comforting constant.
But as the night wore on, things began to change. Y/N had separated from Mattheo to get some fresh air, needing a break from the noise and the crowd. She wandered into a quieter corridor, the sounds of the ball fading behind her.
Y/N leaned against a wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. The silence was a relief, but it didn't last long. A group of older students, clearly having had too much to drink, stumbled upon her. Their eyes were filled with a predatory gleam that made her skin crawl.
"Hey, look who we have here," one of them slurred, a twisted grin on his face. "A pretty little Slytherin all alone."
Y/N tried to sidestep them, but another blocked her path. "What’s the rush? Stay and chat with us."
She could feel panic rising in her chest. "I need to get back," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
One of them grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that."
Her heart raced as she struggled to free herself. "Let go of me!"
But they didn't listen. Instead, they laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes as she realized she was trapped.
Meanwhile, Mattheo had noticed Y/N’s absence and felt a knot of worry tighten in his stomach. He excused himself from his conversation with Draco and Pansy and went in search of her. When he heard voices echoing down a distant corridor, he quickened his pace.
The sight that greeted him made his blood boil. Y/N was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear, and those bastards were laughing at her distress. Without a second thought, Mattheo stormed over, his anger palpable.
"Get your hands off her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The group turned, sneering at the interruption. "And who do you think you are?" one of them taunted.
"Someone who's going to make you regret touching her," Mattheo snapped, his fists clenched.
One of the boys stepped forward, trying to intimidate Mattheo. "Big words. Let's see if you can back them up."
Before the boy could react, Mattheo's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. The others hesitated for a moment, then lunged at Mattheo. It was a chaotic, brutal fight. Mattheo was outnumbered, but his rage fueled him, giving him strength and speed. He fought with a ferocity that stunned his opponents, landing blow after blow.
Y/N watched in shock and horror as Mattheo defended her. She wanted to help, but fear rooted her to the spot. The fight was over quickly. The boys, now bloodied and bruised, staggered away, muttering threats and curses.
Breathing heavily, Mattheo turned to Y/N. His knuckles were split and bleeding, but his concern was solely on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I-I think so. Mattheo, I’m so sorry."
He stepped closer, wiping her tears gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault."
"But you got hurt because of me," she whispered, her voice breaking.
He shook his head. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N. Not ever."
She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her tightly, his own heart breaking at her pain. "It’s okay," he murmured. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you."
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms. Eventually, Mattheo pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Let’s get out of here. We’ll go somewhere safe."
She nodded, trusting him completely. As they walked back to the Great Hall, Mattheo kept a protective arm around her, his presence a shield against the world.
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Later that night, after Y/N had fallen asleep in the safety of her dormitory, Mattheo sat by her side, watching over her. The events of the evening replayed in his mind, and a fierce determination settled in his heart. He would protect her, no matter the cost. She was more than a friend to him, and he would fight for her, always.
