tired of dodging every desperate girl in the castle, mattheo riddle solved his problem with a reckless lie: he told everyone he was strictly off the market, completely smitten, and wrapped around your finger. overnight, your life turns into chaos—half the girls want your head on a spike, and suddenly every ambitious boy at hogwarts is itching to steal riddle's girl right out from under his nose. when you finally corner him in the shadows to demand an explanation, he just leans in with that infuriating, lazy smirk, entirely unbothered. "relax, you're welcome. now play along, pretty girl."
mattheo riddle shows up at your door with blood on his knuckles and begs you to swear he spent the entire night in your bed when a classified Ministry crime sends the Aurors hunting. years of friendship instantly fracture under the weight of a staged romance, suffocating dmle surveillance, and the terrifying question of what he actually did that night—and why he won't tell you the truth.
gryffindor can have the quidditch cup, so long as the boys come back to the dungeons furious. victories make the slytherin boys boisterous and boring. defeats bring them back to the dungeons soaked in mud, out of breath, and dangerously unhinged—looking for somewhere soft to bury their bruised pride and reckless hands. naturally, the girls stopped letting them win. open romance
dating draco malfoy is a competitive sport, and you play dirty. you fight like sworn enemies, obsess like lunatics, and drag the entire common room into the blast radius… because why have a healthy relationship when you can cause a scene instead?
astoria is pregnant, but the father isn't draco. it’s your husband, theodore. you, theodore, draco, and astoria share an arrangement built on unbreakable trust and fierce loyalty. but while draco and astoria easily built a nursery, you and theodore have spent three agonizing years battling unexplained infertility.
mattheo riddle would do anything to be near you—even if it means borrowing your boyfriend’s face via polyjuice potion. but as his quiet visits grow longer, the disguise starts wearing thin.
it's 3:30 am. theodore smells like another woman. the antique china is in shards across the floor. and you're caught in a vicious cycle you can't escape. the rest of the slytherin boys are begging you to leave him… mostly so they can take his place. theodore knows it, and he loves proving them wrong.
rule number one of the pact: strictly platonic, zero catching feelings, just two hot best friends skipping the dating scene to raise a kid together. now it’s three in the morning, your infant is screaming, and he’s standing in the kitchen barefoot in low-slung sweats, measuring formula like it’s advanced potions and aggressively glaring at a text from your date. you're supposed to be just roommates splitting burp cloths. but when the group chat drops by, they find you two tangled on the same velvet sofa, sharing an oversized jumper, and playing married couple a little too well. you swear you're just mates. he swears you're just mates. so why does he lose his absolute mind every time another man dares to look in your direction. CHOOSE YOUR OWN LOVE INTEREST
it’s 2am, the slytherins are playing the middle-button predictive text game, and mattheo riddle’s keyboard won’t stop auto-filling your name into his sentences. the middle button never lies the group chat has zero mercy and mattheo is officially fighting for his life.
your new split-dye hair just triggered draco malfoy's deepest psychological complexes. you look exactly like his mother. the boys are shamelessly into it. the girls are absolutely losing it. and draco is begging to charm the bleach right out of your head.
Post-Hogwarts peace is utterly ruined when a thoroughly bored Narcissa Malfoy decides Draco’s entire friend group is her personal romantic restoration project—one mandatory Sunday roast at a time. Authors Note: This is an open romance, where narcissa will be your matchmaker. If you’d like to simulate a specific pairing or pairings, edit the premise and authors notes to indicate it!
he gives you the world in the daylight, but his truest act of devotion is taking away your need to think at all. after months of gentle pleading, your relentlessly doting husband finally agrees to the ultimate test of trust. a completely negotiated surrender. a beautiful, weightless compliance. the imperius curse. choose your husband
5 years ago you found out you were pregnant by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Trouble is, his father found out first and he sent you away with a strict warning to never return. Draco and Narcissa had no idea why you left. Draco was broken, but eventually found love again and got engaged to Astoria Greengrass. However, upon the death of his father he discovers something insidious and he cannot marry Astoria in good conscious until he finds out what happened to you.
pansy was your best friend, your ride or die, your sister… right up until mattheo dumped you without warning and walked into the great hall holding her hand days later. after graduation, you spent two years rotting in self-imposed exile, choking on the ghost of the girl who knew you better than anyone alive. now you're finally stepping back into london's suffocating pureblood circuit, but the crowd is too small, the memories have teeth, and running into the two people who betrayed you the most is inevitable. do you find love somewhere new? do you find it with mattheo again? do you find it with pansy? do you make your way back into both their arms? the choice is yours, and choices need to be made once you step foot across the great divide. based on the song “the great divide” by noah kahan
Slytherin / Bridgerton AU “Dearest Gentle Reader, It has been brought to this Author’s attention that the Magical Ton has returned to London for the start of the 1814 Season. While the enchanting displays of wandwork at Vauxhall are surely a delight, it is the drawing rooms of Mayfair that shall host the most ruthless duels. The Sacred Twenty-Eight have unleashed their heirs upon the marriage mart, and one must wonder: will the serpents of Slytherin charm their way to the altar, or will their venom poison their own prospects?" — Lady Skeeter’s Society Whispers, 22 March 1814 The formidable pureblood families of Britain turn their attention to the most terrifying battlefield: the London Season. The newest crop of Slytherin alumni are of age, and their parents expect them to secure the future of their ancient bloodlines before the summer wanes.
In a Hogwarts consumed by war, Theodore Nott isn't interested in playing the hero. He's interested in keeping you safe—by any means necessary. A dark, atmospheric Seventh Year romance about possessive devotion, silent promises, and finding an anchor while the world burns down around you. based off the hozier song “nfwmb”
what happens when two slytherins decide they want the exact same thing? they compromise. mattheo rules with a sharp edge. theo balances him with sweet praise. together, they have hatched a plan to pull you into their orbit completely. you’re outmatched, outnumbered, and exactly where they want you.
"dad, who was that guy helping mum carry up the groceries?" sharing custody with mattheo riddle was supposed to mean moving on. instead, it turned every doorstep into a high-stakes standoff where one ruined glance could burn down two years of stubborn pride.
By day, you’re just one of the inner circle. By night, you’re @theslytherinsiren: the faceless OnlyWitches sensation whose tasteful, silk-and-shadow shoots have the entire pureblood elite in a chokehold. The Gringotts vault transfer logs never lie.
being raised at malfoy manor means draco is your best friend and strongest ally, but that hasn't stopped him from spending the entire social season torpedoing every single suitor who so much as breathes in your direction. he gets to flirt with half the sacred twenty-eight, but the second a polite wizard asks for your dance card, draco suddenly invents ten different family emergencies. your godfather, lucius is placing bets on how long the bachelors last, your godmother, narcissa is actively scheming behind draco's back, and you just want to get through one gala without a hopelessly jealous, deeply pining draco accidentally dumping pumpkin juice down your date's robes. open romance
things he lost today: the quidditch cup, his private journal, his dignity, and the ability to look you in the eye without his ears turning violently red. in which the slytherin seeker completely throws the quidditch cup against gryffindor to save you from a rogue bludger. CHOOSE YOUR OWN LOVE INTEREST before the story begins you will be able to choose who the story is centered around. no need to edit premises or authors notes, it’s woven right into the narrative!