There's A Difference

There's a Difference

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Mattheo thinks he is not worth it and thinks he will hurt y/n because of his past but y/n doesn't think so shes ready to take a risk

w/c: 924

You shouldn’t love me.

Mattheo’s voice was laced with a mix of defiance and resignation as he spoke the words that had been haunting him for weeks. The dim light from the torches cast flickering shadows across his face, accentuating the hard edges of his jaw and the turmoil in his dark eyes. He stood just a few feet away from you, his usual confidence faltering as he forced himself to look away.

You crossed your arms, refusing to let him slip away so easily. “Well, why not?”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder as if he could find an escape route hidden in the stone walls of the Hogwarts corridor. The silence stretched, thick with the weight of everything unsaid, before he finally turned his attention back to you. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, one that he rarely let anyone see.

“I’m not worth it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “All I’m going to end up doing is hurting you.”

You could hear the sincerity in his words, the fear that drove them. But you weren’t one to be easily scared off, especially not by Mattheo Riddle. The boy who was always so confident, so untouchable, now stood before you with all his walls down. You took a step closer, refusing to let him push you away.

“Is that a promise,” you challenged, “or are you just afraid?”

The question hung in the air between you, daring him to confront the truth he was trying so hard to deny. Mattheo’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled with the emotions he usually kept locked away. No one had ever called him out like this before. He was used to people either fearing him or idolizing him, but you… you were different. You saw right through his carefully constructed facade, and that terrified him more than anything.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “But that’s all I know how to do. It’s in my blood, Y/N. It’s who I am.”

You shook your head, refusing to accept that as the end of the conversation. “That’s not who you are, Mattheo. It’s who you think you have to be. There’s a difference.”

His eyes searched yours, looking for some sign that you understood the darkness he carried, that you knew what you were getting yourself into. “You don’t know what you’re saying. My father… the things I’ve seen… the things I’ve done…”

You took another step closer, until you were standing directly in front of him, your eyes locked onto his. “I know who you are, Mattheo. I see the way you fight against what you think you have to be. I see the good in you, even if you don’t.”

His breath hitched, the walls he had spent years building up around his heart beginning to crumble under the intensity of your gaze. For a moment, he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, you were right. But then the fear crept back in, reminding him of all the reasons why he had to keep you at arm’s length.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice shaking, “I can’t let you get close. If something happened to you because of me…”

You reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I’m not afraid of you, Mattheo. I’m not afraid of what could happen. What scares me is the thought of you shutting me out, of you letting your fear dictate your life.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as if drawing strength from your words. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Maybe,” you replied softly, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “Or maybe I just see something worth fighting for.”

Mattheo’s eyes fluttered open, and in that moment, the battle within him finally reached its peak. He could keep fighting against his feelings, pushing you away until you had no choice but to give up on him, or he could take the risk and let himself be vulnerable, let himself love you the way he so desperately wanted to.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Mattheo closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, as if he was pouring all of his fear, his hope, his love into that single moment. You responded immediately, your hands sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if you could hold him together by sheer force of will.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, but the tension that had been hanging over you was gone, replaced by a sense of calm that neither of you had expected.

“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you,” Mattheo said quietly, his forehead resting against yours.

You smiled, your heart swelling with a fierce determination. “Then we’ll hurt each other. But we’ll also heal together.”

He let out a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. “You’re too good for me,” he whispered.

“Maybe,” you teased, a smile playing on your lips. “But you’re stuck with me now.”

Mattheo chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was worth it after all.

Angst with a happy ending >>>>>>

speaking my truth guys

When Laughter Fades

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Mattheo takes things too far with his "banter" and didn't notice y/n's feelings of hurt and anger until one day she decides to speak up and Mattheo has to change to keep the relationship steady

Authors note: Sorry anon for the wait this was randomly so hard

Word Count: 1070

Mattheo Riddle loved pulling pranks. They brought him joy and amusement, especially when his favorite target, Y/N, was involved. She usually laughed along with him, but he didn't realize how close he was to crossing the line until today.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and the Slytherin common room was buzzing with students enjoying their free time. Y/N was seated at a table, diligently working on an essay for Potions class. Mattheo, ever the prankster, watched her from across the room, a devious idea forming in his mind.

He slipped out of the common room and returned moments later with a small enchanted box. Inside it was a jinxed snake that would leap out and hiss at whoever opened it. He approached Y/N's table with a casual grin.

"Hey, Y/N, I found this weird box in the Room of Requirement. Want to see what's inside?" he asked, holding out the box to her.

Y/N glanced up, raising an eyebrow but smiling. "Sure, Mattheo. Let's see it."

As soon as she opened the box, the snake leaped out, hissing loudly. Y/N screamed, knocking over her ink bottle in the process. Ink splattered all over her essay and her robes. Her face paled, and then flushed with a mix of fear and anger.

"Mattheo, what the hell!" she shouted, her voice trembling.

Mattheo's grin faltered. "It's just a prank, Y/N. It's a fake snake, see?"

He picked up the snake, which had now returned to its inanimate state, and showed it to her. But Y/N wasn't laughing.

"Just a prank? Look at my essay, my robes! This isn't funny, Mattheo. You always do this, and I'm sick of it!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at him.

"Y/N, I didn't mean to—" Mattheo started, but she cut him off.

"That's the problem, Mattheo. You never mean to, but you always end up hurting me. Maybe you should think before you act."

With that, she turned on her heel and left the common room, leaving Mattheo standing there, guilt and regret washing over him. He watched her go, the weight of his actions sinking in.

Days passed, and Y/N avoided Mattheo. The usual spark in her eyes was gone, replaced by a guarded, wary look. Mattheo's heart ached every time he saw her, knowing he had put that look there. He had to make things right, but he didn't know how. Apologies had never been his strong suit.

One evening, after searching for Y/N around the castle, Mattheo finally found her in the library, sitting in a secluded corner. Her face was buried in her arms, and she looked up as he approached, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.

"Y/N," he said softly, approaching her table. "Please, can we talk?"

She looked up, her expression weary. "What do you want, Mattheo?"

"I want to apologize. I was an idiot, and I took things way too far. I never wanted to hurt you, but I did. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"You always say you're sorry, but then you do it again. How can I believe you this time?"

"I know I've messed up," he continued, "but I promise I'll change. No more pranks, no more teasing. I care about you, and I don't want to lose your friendship."

Y/N stood up, her frustration boiling over. "You care about me? You have a funny way of showing it. Every time I start to trust you, you pull another stupid prank. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"

"Y/N, please, I never meant to hurt you. I just thought it was all in good fun."

"Good fun? Fun for who, Mattheo? Because it's not fun for me. It's humiliating and cruel."

Mattheo felt his heart sink. He hadn't realized just how much pain he had caused her. "I... I didn't see it that way. I thought we were just playing around."

"Playing around? This isn't a game, Mattheo. These are my feelings. And every time you pull one of your 'pranks,' it feels like you're saying my feelings don't matter."

"I'm sorry," Mattheo said, his voice breaking. "I really am. I don't want to lose you, Y/N."

She sighed, her anger giving way to exhaustion. "I don't know if I can trust you again, Mattheo. You've hurt me too many times."

"I'll prove it to you," he said desperately. "I'll show you that I can change. No more pranks, I swear. Just give me a chance."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and doubt. "Alright, Mattheo. But this is your last chance. If you hurt me again, we're done."

He nodded fervently. "I won't let you down. I promise."

In the days that followed, Mattheo made good on his promise. He was attentive, considerate, and kind. He helped Y/N with her studies, brought her favorite snacks, and most importantly, he listened. But he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that things weren't the same. Y/N was more reserved, her laughter less frequent, and Mattheo feared that he had caused irreparable damage.

One night, as they sat by the lake, watching the sunset, Y/N broke the silence. "Mattheo, do you ever think about the future?"

He glanced at her, surprised by the question. "Sometimes. Why?"

"I've been thinking a lot lately. About us, about everything that's happened. I want to trust you, but it's hard. Every time I see you, I remember the hurt."

Mattheo's heart clenched. "Y/N, I promise I'll never hurt you again. I care about you so much."

She turned to him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and sorrow. "I want to believe you, Mattheo. But it's going to take time."

"I know. And I'm willing to wait, to do whatever it takes to make things right."

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, a small gesture of trust. "Thank you, Mattheo."

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's presence, Mattheo knew that this was his chance to prove himself. The road to healing would be long and difficult, but he was determined to show Y/N that he valued her far more than any prank or joke. He would cherish her, protect her, and make sure that her laughter returned, brighter and more genuine than ever before.

Show You How Much I Care

Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Summary: Little things Lorenzo does to show y/n how much he cares

w/c: 1069

Lorenzo Berkshire, the charming and enigmatic member of the Slytherin crew, had always had a knack for reading people. Yet, when it came to Y/N, a girl who seemed to shine with an inner light, he found himself captivated. Unlike many others at Hogwarts, Y/N was genuine and kind, navigating the social landscape with refreshing authenticity. Lorenzo admired her from afar and, over time, felt a growing desire to show her how much he cared.

The Care Package

One day, after overhearing Y/N mention her struggles with schoolwork, Lorenzo decided to help. He discreetly gathered a selection of books and notes that could aid her studies. Alongside these, he added a few of her favorite snacks—a small detail he had picked up from observing her during meals.

That evening, Y/N returned to her dormitory to find a basket waiting for her. Inside was a note written in Lorenzo's neat handwriting:

"For the times when things get tough. Take care, Y/N. - Enzo"

Y/N felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks as she read the note. She had always seen Lorenzo as the laid-back, cool member of his group, but this thoughtful gesture revealed a depth she hadn't expected. It was a small act, but it showed that he had been paying attention and cared about her well-being.

The Potions Class Incident

During a challenging Potions class, Professor Snape assigned the students a complex potion requiring precise timing and careful handling. Y/N, who generally enjoyed Potions, found herself unusually nervous, fumbling with the ingredients. She glanced at her notes, trying to recall the exact sequence, but her anxiety clouded her memory.

Lorenzo, at the next table, noticed her distress. He watched as she hesitated, holding a vial of powdered unicorn horn uncertainly. Understanding the importance of timing, Lorenzo quietly tapped his quill on the edge of her table, a subtle signal they had developed for moments like this.

Y/N looked over, catching his eye. Lorenzo gave a slight nod, glancing at the clock. She understood and added the powder just as the potion turned the right shade of blue. Lorenzo continued to help subtly, passing her a vial of powdered moonstone when she realized she was running low and mouthing a reminder about the temperature adjustment.

As the class ended, Professor Snape evaluated their potions. He paused at Y/N's cauldron, inspecting the brew with his usual critical eye. "Adequate," he muttered, a rare compliment from him.

Relieved, Y/N turned to Lorenzo as they packed up. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I was so nervous."

Lorenzo smiled, a warm, reassuring look in his eyes. "You had it. Just needed a bit of confidence."

Y/N couldn't help but smile back. His quiet support had been comforting, making her feel seen and valued.

The Herbology Lesson

Later, during a particularly tricky Herbology lesson, Y/N struggled with a difficult plant. Lorenzo, who had a surprising knack for Herbology, noticed her frustration and stayed behind after class.

"Need a hand?" he asked, offering a friendly smile.

Surprised, Y/N nodded. Lorenzo patiently guided her through the process, showing her the correct technique. Under his calm guidance, the plant responded, and Y/N felt a wave of relief and accomplishment.

"Thanks, Lorenzo," she said, grateful for his help.

He shrugged modestly. "Anytime. Can't let you struggle alone."

As the days passed, Y/N couldn't help but notice all the little things Lorenzo did for her. He'd save her a seat in the library, offer to carry her books when they were headed in the same direction, and even conjured a small bouquet of flowers during a particularly rough day. These small acts of kindness were so thoughtful and consistent that she found herself wondering why he was doing them. Was it just his nature, or was there something more?

The Astronomy Night

Knowing Y/N's love for the stars, Lorenzo planned a special surprise. One clear night, he invited her for a walk. They ended up at the Astronomy Tower, where he had set up a blanket and a small telescope.

As they lay under the stars, Lorenzo pointed out constellations and shared stories. His effort to create this moment touched Y/N deeply, revealing a thoughtful and caring side she had come to cherish.

"Lorenzo, this is wonderful," Y/N said, moved by his gesture. "Thank you."

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve it."

Y/N felt warmth spread through her. She hesitated, then asked the question that had been on her mind. "Why do you do all these things for me, Lorenzo?" she asked softly, turning to look at him directly. "You've been so kind and attentive... it's more than anyone's ever done for me."

Lorenzo paused, his expression thoughtful. He met her gaze, his eyes sincere. "Because you matter to me, Y/N," he began, his voice gentle but firm. "I've seen how kind and genuine you are, and I admire that. I wanted to show you that someone appreciates you for who you are, not just for what you do or what house you're in. And... because I care about you. A lot."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I know I'm not the best with words or grand gestures, but I believe in showing my feelings through actions. That's why I wanted to show you how much I care, in my own way. Whether it's helping you in Potions, making sure you have what you need, or just spending time together like this. It's all because I want you to know you're special to me."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words. There was a sincerity in his voice that made her believe every word. She felt a mix of emotions—surprise, joy, and a deep warmth she couldn't quite describe.

She reached out, taking his hand. "I had no idea," she admitted, her voice soft. "But... I'm glad. I appreciate everything you've done. It means more than you know."

They sat there, hand in hand, under the vast night sky. Lorenzo's quiet, thoughtful actions had finally come to light, revealing the depth of his feelings. It wasn't about grand declarations or dramatic actions; it was about the little things that showed he genuinely cared. And in that moment, under the stars, Y/N realized just how much Lorenzo meant to her, too.

In too deep

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

A/n: Slight smut just a little bit

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo Riddle share an intense and passionate night by the Black Lake at Hogwarts, as the moonlight and their unspoken desires bring them closer than ever before.

The moon hung low over the Forbidden Forest, casting a silvery glow over the tranquil surface of the Black Lake. Y/N found solace in the quiet evenings by the water, away from the prying eyes and the incessant chatter of the castle. Tonight, however, felt different. The air was thick with anticipation, as if something—or someone—was lurking just beyond the shadows.

As Y/N dipped their toes into the cool water, they almost didn't notice the figure approaching from the darkness.

"Enjoying the night, Y/N?" a low, velvet voice drawled.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. There, standing just at the edge of the trees, was Mattheo Riddle. His presence was magnetic, pulling them in with an invisible force. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his intense gaze was fixed on Y/N.

"I didn't expect to see anyone out here," Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Nor did I. But it seems we've both found ourselves in need of some... solitude."

Y/N couldn't tear their eyes away from him. There was something about Mattheo that was both dangerous and alluring, a combination that made their pulse quicken. He moved closer, the distance between them shrinking with each step.

"What brings you out here?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

"Needed some air," Y/N answered, feeling the intensity of his gaze. "And you?"

"Needed to clear my head," he said, his eyes never leaving theirs. "And it seems I've found a distraction."

Y/N's breath hitched as Mattheo took another step closer, his proximity overwhelming. "Mattheo..."

"Shh," he whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from their face. "I've been thinking about you, Y/N. I can't get you out of my mind."

Y/N felt a shiver run down their spine at his confession. "What do you want from me?" they asked, their voice trembling.

"Everything," he murmured, his hand trailing down to cup their cheek. "I want to drown in you. I can't wait any longer."

Before Y/N could respond, Mattheo's lips were on theirs, claiming them with a fierce hunger. The kiss was intense, filled with the pent-up desire and longing they had both been hiding. Y/N wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him closer as they lost themselves in the moment.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace. Mattheo's hands roamed over Y/N's body, memorizing every curve and contour as if he were afraid this moment would slip away.

"You're intoxicating," he breathed against their lips, his voice rough with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, their heart pounding in their chest. "Then don't stop," they whispered, their voice filled with the same desire.

Mattheo groaned, his lips trailing down their neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I've wanted you for so long," he confessed, his breath hot against their skin. "I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't," Y/N urged, their own desire matching his intensity.

In the moonlit night by the Black Lake, they gave in to their desires, the cool water lapping at their feet as they explored the depths of their passion. Each touch, each kiss, brought them closer, their connection deepening with every passing moment.

"Mattheo," Y/N gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot just below their ear. "I need you."

His response was a low growl, a primal sound that sent a thrill through Y/N's body. "You have me," he whispered, his hands sliding under their shirt, fingers grazing their skin. "Right here, right now."

Y/N arched into his touch, their own hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel his skin against theirs. Mattheo's lips never left theirs, the kiss growing more urgent, more desperate. When Y/N finally succeeded in removing his shirt, they ran their hands over his chest, savoring the heat and the hard planes of his body.

Mattheo's hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Y/N's pants. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"Yes," Y/N breathed, their answer immediate and unwavering. "I want you, Mattheo."

With a growl of approval, Mattheo's hands worked quickly to undress them both, their clothes discarded carelessly on the shore. The cool night air kissed their bare skin, but the heat between them was all-consuming.

As they sank to the ground, the soft grass beneath them, Mattheo hovered over Y/N, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands exploring every inch of their body. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours," Y/N affirmed, their voice breathless with anticipation. "All yours."

Mattheo's lips claimed theirs once more, and then he was everywhere, his touch igniting a fire within Y/N that they had never known. Each kiss, each caress, drove them closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

When Mattheo finally joined with them, the world seemed to shatter and then reassemble, everything more vivid, more intense. They moved together, a rhythm as old as time, their passion a force of nature. Every thrust, every moan, brought them closer, the connection between them deepening with each passing second.

"Y/N," Mattheo groaned, his voice rough with need. "I can't... I can't hold on..."

"Don't," Y/N gasped, their nails digging into his back. "Let go, Mattheo. Let go with me."

With a final, desperate thrust, they both fell over the edge, their cries mingling in the night air. The world seemed to explode around them, their pleasure a blinding light that consumed everything.

As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies still entwined, Mattheo pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice filled with a fierce, possessive love.

Y/N smiled, their own heart echoing his sentiment. "And you're mine," they replied, knowing that this night had changed everything between them.

Under the watchful gaze of the moon, Y/N and Mattheo had found each other, their souls entwined in a dance of desire that neither of them could resist. And as they held each other close, they knew that they were in too deep, but neither of them wanted to be saved.

The first rays of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Y/N awoke to find themselves nestled in Mattheo's arms, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool morning air. For a moment, they simply lay there, savoring the closeness, the serenity of the moment after the storm of their passion.

Mattheo stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Y/N's gaze. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he tightened his hold on them. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, their own smile matching his. "Last night..."

"Was just the beginning," Mattheo finished for them, his eyes darkening with promise. "I meant what I said, Y/N. I can't get enough of you."

Y/N felt a blush creep up their cheeks, but they didn't look away. "I feel the same," they admitted softly.

Mattheo's smile widened, and he leaned in to capture their lips in a slow, tender kiss. "I'm glad," he whispered against their lips. "Because I'm not letting you go."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and they wrapped their arms around him, holding him close. "I don't want you to," they confessed, their voice filled with certainty.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away. In that moment, there was only Mattheo and Y/N, their love a fierce, unbreakable bond.

And as the sun rose over Hogwarts, casting its golden light over the Black Lake, they knew that their journey together was just beginning. They were in too deep, but neither of them wanted to be saved. They had found each other, and that was all that mattered.