The Fruit of Your Labour
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Summary: After months of searching, you finally find Mattheo.
It’s been months. Months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend. Months spent on trying to track Mattheo down. And finally, you’ve found him.
You stand on the porch of a small house, staring at the front door. You chew your bottom lip raw, your hands forming fists — crinkling the note with the house’s address in your hand. You shove it into your pocket.
Your heart races. You haven’t seen Mattheo in so long. So many emotions and thoughts have gone through you since he disappeared. You had been scared, wondering what had happened to him. And after finding out that he had run away, you were left with one word in particular running through your head.
Why? Why would Mattheo leave? Why would he leave Hogwarts, his friends, you?
Though you are afraid Mattheo will turn you away at the door, you curl your hand into a fist, about to knock, when suddenly the door creaks open.
Arm falling to the side, you stare at the man before you. His warm brown eyes look at you in the same way.
Mattheo looks almost the same, except that there are bangs under his eyes and his scar has been covered by what you assume is magic.
He speaks your name, snapping you out of your trance.
“Mattheo.. Mattheo." You speak his name almost unbelievingly. You want to jump into his arms and also slap him. “You left.”
He wears his guilt on his face. Good.
“I-I can explain,” Mattheo says, reaching out for you. You think he’s about to hug you, but instead, he pulls you into the house and shuts the door behind you.
“Does anyone else know you’re here? Where I am?” He sounds frantic and his body language shows it.
You shake your head. “No. As soon as I found out about your whereabouts, I came here.” You grab the note in your pocket and show it to Mattheo as some sort of pathetic show for proof.
He snatches it from you and scans the writing before throwing the paper into the fireplace.
“You can’t tell anybody about me,” he says.
Your brows furrow and your lips form a frown. “Why not?”
Mattheo sighs, though his gaze softens into something more familiar. He pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around your frame. Despite yourself, you melt into Mattheo’s embrace.
“You left,” You whisper against his chest.
“I know,” he whispers back.
You both pull away from each other and he gestures towards the couch. You sit down.
“I’m Voldemort’s son.”
You stare up at him, dumbfounded. It takes a moment for you to process those words. “What?”
He sighs again and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Yeah…”
You shake your head, unbelieving, though you know Mattheo wouldn’t joke at a time like this. “But your parents are… Bellatrix and Rodolphus.”
Suddenly, you remember all those times you would write Mattheo’s name in your diary. Mattheo Lestrange Black.
“I didn’t believe it as well. Turns out my mom had a thing going on with the Dark Lord.” Mattheo takes a seat next to you. “Voldemort suddenly found out that I was technically his son a few months ago, and he wanted to kill me. My parents helped me run away before he actually hurt me,” he explains nervously, and glances at you.
You take in everything Mattheo says, on guard.
“How long will you be here for?” You ask, grasping his pale hand and giving it a squeeze.
Mattheo shrugs and interlocks your fingers with his. “I don’t know. Hopefully when he dies.”
The Order of the Phoenix. You want to suddenly tell Mattheo all about it, but somehow keep your mouth shut.
You give his hand another reassuring squeeze.
“Are you going to leave again? Now that I know where you are.”
Mattheo shakes his head. “I don’t want to, and I don’t want to leave you again.”
You can’t help but smile at his words. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes but quickly wipe them away. “Everyone was so worried about you,” you say, hoping Mattheo couldn’t hear the tremble that laced your words.
His eyes light up as you mention the others. “How are they doing?”
“Everyone was worried when you first left,” You repeat. “I haven’t really been keeping up with the others all that much, if I’m being honest.”
Mattheo nods.
“What if he finds you?” You can’t help but ask. The ‘he’ in questions doesn’t have to be specified.
You listen to the crackling of the fire as Mattheo thinks for a moment. “There are protective charms covering this area. If Voldemort or one of his cronies tries, I’ll be informed. So, I’ll have some extra time to get away.”
Oh. That’s a bit of a relief to hear. You relax and let yourself be held by Mattheo. Soon, you find yourself sitting sideways atop his lap.
“I really missed you,” he says, pressing his face against your neck.
“I did too.” You run your fingers through Mattheo’s dark hair, and gently grip it to force his face back. You press a kiss to his lips, which he returns. He wraps one hand around your waist, bringing you closer, while the other rests on one of your legs. You in turn wrap your arms around Mattheos neck, deepening the kiss.
You wish you could stay like this forever, held in the arms of the person you loved. Love. You realize you haven't told Mattheo you love him yet.
You break the kiss and whisper near his lips, “I love you, Mattheo.”
He lets out a small breath and your heart skips a beat. “I love you too.”
Mattheo presses another kiss to your lips, and you respond to it in delight. You both press against each other, perhaps in the hope that you’ll somehow be stuck together.
“Stay the night,” Mattheo says breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You would stay with Mattheo forever if you could. But you know that you’ll eventually have to leave so that your family wouldn’t worry. So, you’ll enjoy the secretive time you have with him for now, until he’s safe from the danger that confines him.
a/n: I don't think Tom would be thrilled at the news of having a child, and would view them as a sort of competition, and would end up killing them. So, that kind of inspired me to write this fic. The reader is going to end this war for her man lol🤪 divider creds: @saradika
Touches
Mattheo Riddle:
No matter where you are, Mattheo loves touching you. Pressing kisses onto your neck, placing his hand on your thigh in class, you atop his lap in the common room.
When walking together, Mattheo loves to have an arm wrapped around you, whether it's on your hip, waist or slung around you shoulder, it doesn't matter; Mattheo just needs to know that your there.
Mattheo loves when you play with his hair. It gives him this feeling of safety and domesticity.
Tom Riddle:
Tom is more reserved with his touches when in public, but does enjoy interlocking his hand with yours when walking around Hogwarts. Tom claims it's so you don't try to wander off without him knowing.
He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and scratch at his scalp when he's stressed with his studies. It calms Tom down and gives him a moment of reprieve from his school work.
Tom does enjoying cuddling as well. He likes to have your head resting atop his chest, while one of his hands are wrapped around you, and another is wrapped around a book you're reading together. Once you're both done a page, you'll flip to the next page, since both of Tom's hands are occupied.
Theodore Nott:
Every time Theo sees you, he engulfs you in a hug, surrounding your nose with the smell of cigarettes and lime. He cranes his neck down so he can press a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You're surrounded by Theo's touch; his lips, hands, and chest pressed to yours, and you find that you don't hate it.
During mornings, Theo loves to wrap his arms around you, - pulling you back against his chest - and press small kisses to the area where your shoulder and neck connect, nuzzling into it.
When high, Theo likes to rest his head on your stomach while you gently run your hands through his hair.
Making out with them
Mattheo Riddle
His pupils are blown wide with lust, and the look that he's giving you is making you go crazy.
One of his hands are wrapped around your throat to keep you in place and the other digs into the flesh of your butt.
Between heavy kisses he whispers about how insane you make him, how he'd do anything for you.
Theodore Nott
You're pulled onto Theo's lap, his hands around your waist, and your fingers dug into his brown hair.
His mouth tastes of cigarettes and lime, and once he bites into your bottom lip, copper.
He gives you a small, cocky grin as you pull away with a pout on your lips.
Tom Riddle
You're sat sideways atop Tom's lap. You're both sitting on a couch, and a book lays besides you both that Tom was reading before you'd come in to keep him company.
One of Tom's arms are wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling and the other on the back of your neck.
His hand soon makes its way up your head and is enveloped in your hair as he forces you to tilt your head back for him so that he can press his lips against your throat.
No, bc Osha and Qimir are closer to a Force Dyad than you think.
Osha hadn’t been connected to the Force for years. In fact, the one time she desperately needed it, she still couldn’t use it.
That all changed on Khofar, in episode 1x05 she told both Sol and Jecki that she was starting to “sense things again”
But it wasn’t until the cortosis helmet came off of The Stranger that Osha felt the full range of someone’s Force signature again, the first one and the only one in years. And it was his.
The way the camera immediately cuts to Osha, all other sounds going silent except the quiet buzzing of the Force. She sensed him, like she hasn’t sensed anyone before in such a long time, and hadn’t sensed anyone since until her confrontation with her old master.
It is a connection between Osha and Qimir that was foreshadowed. A power between the two them.
Aemond Targaryen Masterlist
One-shots:
The Cannibal Prince
Me & My Husband
Put me onto your Black Motorcycle (coming soon)
Headcanons
Aemond and Aegon ii Targaryen’s reaction to You running away
Jealousy Headcanons
How They Mark You
House of the Dragon characters x Sick!Reader
House of the Dragon characters with a s/o that hates Targaryens
Hobby: writing/reading & scrolling on tiktok
Fav artist: don't have one
Fav song: anything by Lana del Rey
Fav movie: The Outsiders, The Notebook, Twilight, Lisa Frankenstein
Fav book: the ballad of songbirds & snakes
Fav character: daenerys targaryen
Fav color: dark red
Celeb crush: Henry Cavill
Last song you heard: Queen of Mean 😭
Hobby: singing / writing
Fav artist: Bruno Mars
Fav song: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno
Fav movie: Roman Holiday / marvel (any)
Fav book: Harry Potter
Fav character: Bucky / Loki
Fav color: Dark red / emerald green
Celeb crush: Sebastian Stan / Tom Hiddleston
Last song you heard: Grenade by Bruno Mars
Tagging: @vbecker10 @gamoraaaaaa @vintagebishx @idiotlosingsanity @bookofspiders @wintrsoldrluvr @tomriddleslovergirl @flopugh8 @lotrefcp @starkeysprincess @lotrefcp + anyone else who wants to join <3 (no pressure tags ofc)
People be getting mad over race changing and aging up/down but like… What are they gonna do about it
Like unless if theres some way to go into someone else’s dr then I find it kinda useless to complain about their dr
Wait is there a way to go into someone’s dr /gen
The general consensus (from what I've seen) on tumblr is that race changing/aging is fine because you're already that race/age in that reality.
I'm not that educated on group shifting, but I'm pretty sure what you're talking about isn't going to happen as there are an infinite amount of realities and the likelihood of that happening is near impossible. So, no.
type :: crack, fluff
tw/cw :: pubes (mattheo), grooming mention (theodore)
contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire,
summary :: you post a tweet with your toxic ex who's now technically your boyfriend again...
Aegon ii didn’t actually lose much hair but in an evil far beyond kinslaying Aemond has been shaving his hairline like Viserys’ every night to destroy his real source of strength (Alicent’s impeccable hair genes)
still not over over kieran covered in blood and smoking
PLEASEEEE IM SO WEAK GIVE ME MORE OF HIM HE’S SO EFFORTLESSLY 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 AND LOOK THAT HIS HANDS!!! HIS HANDS!!!!!!!!!
Dearest (Y/N),
How difficult it is for me to find the right words to express how I feel about you. From the moment our eyes met, my life changed forever. You are the light that illuminates the darkest of my days, the reason my heart beats faster every second I spend away from you. It is impossible to resist this overwhelming passion that consumes me, that takes me to extremes that I never imagined possible.
You, a muggle-born, a creature of rare beauty and genuine simplicity, have irrevocably captured my heart. I know that our reality is complex, that we live in different worlds, but I would do anything to be by your side, to protect you, to make your life sweeter and safer. I am capable of unimaginable feats when it comes to you, and it is this intense love that compels me to act.
I know there are those who wouldn't understand what we share, who would judge our love as wrong, but for me, you're the only one that matters. The whole world can fall apart as long as I can have you to myself. I would do anything, risk everything, even my own soul, to have you by my side.
I feel deeply connected to you, in a way that goes beyond wizarding understanding. I can't bear the thought of being away from you, of imagining your life with anyone other than me. The thought of your affection for others torments me, but I am willing to do anything to protect you.
Do not allow fear or uncertainty to keep you from me. This love is eternal, and nothing can separate our intertwined souls. I will always be watching, always protecting, and you will be mine, even if it's by force, because I can't bear the thought of losing you.
I look forward to the day when you understand the depth of my love, when you accept that we are meant to be together no matter what. Until then, be aware that I am always near, watching, caring, and eager for your acceptance.
With love,
Tom.
She/her. Requests are OPEN for Tom Riddle and Aemond Targaryen! Rude=Blocked.FREE PALESTINEReality shifter, writer, and reader.
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