It’s 1887 and you’re the only daughter of a pureblood family. You’re 16 and have just been wedded off to Theodore Nott, he is 18. You’ve just been wedded and now you’re in the carriage in Rome to your new home. He’s sat opposite you in silence.
U n ur family move into a new manor closer to Hogwarts. Next door is the riddle manor where Mattheo riddle lives with his father. Eventually he becomes close friends with ur brother and often goes round to ur house. Ur parents love him n u don’t talk
Y/n and Pansy Parkinson, notorious pranksters in their fifth year at Hogwarts, snuck into the girls' bathroom with Muggle pregnancy tests for a laugh. The giggles faded when Y/n saw the results—all positive. Panic set in, but she pretended it was a joke, tossing most tests but secretly keeping two as proof. At fifteen, this was no joke, and she had to tell her boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle. She bolted through the corridors, heart pounding, and barged into the Slytherin boys' dormitories.
You’re on the rooftops bandaging your wounds after a night of fighting crime in Blüdhaven, feeling a presence behind you, you turn raising a weapon cautious. It’s him. Nightwing, but what would he want?
You’ve been dating a while, one day he comes home rushing in to get u to the car. The warning on the tv changing to Zombie apocalypse and the panic rushing through ur veins.
You and Theo are dating but u like to annoy him with the little things, like ignoring him. You like when he gets mad. Now you’re having an actual argument.
There’s a massive halloween party in the Slytherin common room, but instead of having fun you’re waiting for Theo ( in an alcove ) who insisted on ‘talking’ to u, You’ve been hooking up for a while secretly. Ur costume is wybie from Coraline (Pansy)
After working at a small bookshop you get pulled into an alleyway, before being saved by Nightwing. And after Dick Grayson starts to appear in your life, almost everyday.
you’re both sat in your dorm on a Saturday afternoon, ignoring the rain hammering down. He’s sat in the chair at your vanity and you’re sat on his lap facing him with your arms wrapped round his neck gently. You listens as he talks about quidditch.
A week before Halloween, y/n gets the great idea to play matchmaker with her best friend Mattheo. Trying to find him a girl to love. ( recommend reading the story )
Last year, you wanted to ask Mattheo out on Christmas Eve. But you didn’t, you didn’t even get to say hi because his mouth was busy on someone else’s. Currently you’re at a Christmas party on Christmas Eve, and you have to pretend he’s not there.
You’re a sunny, talkative flight attendant. Mattheo Riddle is a quiet, overprotective pilot. You work together, travel together… and spend more time together than either of you admits.
You’re sitting at home on a Friday afternoon, the cat purring away next to you. Suddenly you hear a thud from your bedroom and as you get up you grab a chair for self defence.
Professor Snape had a talent for making the dungeon feel colder than the stone already allowed. His voice sliced through the room as he paced between the desks, robes whispering like they were annoyed to be there.
The world outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is colder. Political. Watchful. Tom moves through it like a blade wrapped in velvet. Calm. Precise. Unreadable. And yet every night, he comes back to you.