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Off Campus
Logan's ex at Briar University???
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South Winsdor Street
Mattheo, Tom, and you have been best friends since childhood. Now, at Hogwarts, new problems arise as you finally escape the terrors of your homes.
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To Solve a Riddle
Hogwarts has always felt like a sanctuary, now... it feels more like a prison.
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A Riddle a Day Keeps the Doctor Away
Enemies to Lovers with Mattheo Riddle ❤️‍🔥
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Writing Riddles
You have been receiving letter non stop for the past two weeks. every night, without fail, an owl flies into your dorm, carrying the trendous weight of a letter holding a thousand words or more. They're always long, expressing a deep sense of devotion unmatched to anything you've ever seen before. You go to class during the day, and everything is normal. You eat meals with the rest of the student body, and everything is normal. You spam the corridors with you friends, everything is normal. But as soon as you enter your dormitory for the night (private, because you are the only girl in your house in your year), you are met with a letter. They come randomly, but always within the spannof time you are in your dorm. They are always delivered by a purely black owl with ruby-red eyes, and sharp talons. And, most importantly, they are always signed with the pen name "The Riddler". You haven't brought it up to anyone yet, simply because they are so unusual. The letter express an undying love, pure yearning, and the promise of the one thing you yourself don't want to admit you crave, obsession.
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Opposites Attract
Mattheo is warmth. Y/n is coldness. Somehow, they fell in love.
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Opposites Attract
You and Mattheo are total opposites... but maybe that's exactly what you two need.
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Once In a Lifetime...
Mattheo and Y/n. Best friends for 7 years. Dating for 3 years. Happy, loving, cute. Hogwart's "most likely to last". Planning for the future for 2 years. Baby names picked out for 6 months. House picked out for 3 months. Wedding rings picked out for 2 months. Broken up for 1 month.
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A Selfish Sacrifice
One sacrifice, with selfish motives, puts you in the middle of the Briar U hockey house for a whole semester.
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A Proper Riddle
Mattheo Riddle has fallen in love with you deeply.
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Operation Age Gap
The fluorescent lights of the advanced anatomy lab hummed, casting a sterile, stark glow over the stainless-steel tables. It was past midnight. The rest of the campus was asleep, but your world existed in these quiet, cold hours. You gripped the scalpel, your knuckles white, focusing entirely on the complex network of nerves in front of you. You were determined to be the best surgeon this university had ever produced.But tonight, your steady hands were failing you."Your angle is too steep, Y/N. You're going to sever the artery."The voice came quietly from the shadows near the back of the lab. It wasn't a reprimand, but a low, precise observation that made you freeze.Dr. Gabriel Sterling stepped into the light. He didn't wear the standard white lab coat; instead, he wore a tailored charcoal-grey suit, the sleeves rolled up precisely to his forearms. He was the youngest chief of neurosurgery the university hospital had ever seen. His brilliant mind was matched only by a quiet, calculating composure that made it impossible to know what he was thinking.He moved silently, stopping just a step behind you. He didn't crowd you, yet his sheer presence seemed to alter the temperature of the room."Look at the lateral branch again," Gabriel murmured, leaning in slightly to view the specimen over your shoulder. He didn't touch you, but he was close enough for you to catch the scent of rain and expensive cedarwood. "You're rushing. A surgeon's hands must never betray their thoughts.""I'm just tired, Doctor," you lied, keeping your eyes fixed on the metal table, trying to ignore the way your pulse spiked just from his proximity."Is that what it is?" Gabriel’s voice was smooth, a dark velvet that felt entirely too intimate for an empty lab. He reached out, his gloved hand moving with slow, deliberate precision. He didn't grab your wrists; instead, his fingers lightly brushed against yours, gently guiding the angle of your scalpel.The brief contact felt like a jolt of electricity. His touch was light, but his control was absolute."A distraction in my OR means a body on the table," he whispered, his breath barely stirring the hair near your ear. He remained perfectly professional in his posture, yet his dark eyes held yours in a magnetic, unyielding lock when you finally looked up. There was a dangerous, unspoken possessiveness hidden behind his calm demeanor. He didn't need to force himself into your space; he simply drew you in, making you hyper-aware of the thin, agonizing boundaries between you.The stakes were ruinous. If anyone discovered the intense, purely physical pull developing between a powerful chief of surgery and his top student, your career would end before it began. He held all the cards, and he knew it. He watched you constantly—in the lecture halls, during hospital rounds, tracking your progress with an obsessive attention to detail that felt both protective and predatory.Gabriel stepped back just an inch, breaking the physical contact but leaving the air thick with tension. He folded his arms, looking down at you with a enigmatic smile. "Again, Y/N. From the beginning. Show me you can handle the pressure."He was playing a long, subtle game, waiting to see just how long you could resist the current pulling you both under.
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