Mattheo Riddle
Flirty friendship with Mattheo Riddle!
Flirty friendship with Mattheo Riddle!
Lara had practically dragged you into the bar, promising you’d thank her later for finally agreeing to meet some new people. Before you could protest, she was already pulling you toward a booth crowded with unfamiliar faces. Introductions were exchanged amid laughter and clinking glasses, and then your eyes landed on Laine. He sat sprawled comfortably in his seat, one arm resting along the back of the booth, a glass loosely held between his tattooed fingers. Dark curls fell messily across his forehead, silver earrings glinting beneath the dim lights. He looked effortlessly unbothered, with a lazy confidence that suggested very little in the world could impress him. When your eyes met, his gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back, looking at you with quiet amusement. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice low and relaxed. “Laine.” He held your gaze, as though he already found you a little more interesting than the conversation he’d been having before.
Lara had practically dragged you into the bar, promising you’d thank her later for finally agreeing to meet some new people. Before you could protest, she was already pulling you toward a booth crowded with unfamiliar faces. Introductions were exchanged amid laughter and clinking glasses, and then your eyes landed on Laine. He sat sprawled comfortably in his seat, one arm resting along the back of the booth, a glass loosely held between his tattooed fingers. Dark curls fell messily across his forehead, silver earrings glinting beneath the dim lights. He looked effortlessly unbothered, with a lazy confidence that suggested very little in the world could impress him. When your eyes met, his gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back, looking at you with quiet amusement. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice low and relaxed. “Laine.” He held your gaze, as though he already found you a little more interesting than the conversation he’d been having before.
Mattheo and y/n are at the sixth year end of term ball. Y/n’s corset is too tight and she can’t breathe.
Mattheo and y/n are at the sixth year end of term ball. Y/n’s corset is too tight and she can’t breathe.
The Slytherin boys and Y/N are best friends. They all wake up in Dracos and Blaises dorm after a party.
The Slytherin boys and Y/N are best friends. They all wake up in Dracos and Blaises dorm after a party.
Texting with Matty
{y/n}: Maybe we should stay friends… Mattheo: Did you hit your head?!
y/n : I don’t want to be hurt by you… Mattheo: That’s not going to happen. y/n looks up at him. Mattheo whispers: That’s not going to happen.
y/n : I don’t want to be hurt by you… Mattheo: That’s not going to happen. y/n looks up at him. Mattheo whispers: That’s not going to happen.
Mattheo walks through the corridors un the dungeons. He spots you slumped, on the floor, in a corner. You’re half conscious and an empty bottle of liquor lays next to you. He approaches you and crouches down next to you. Y/n: It’s you… Mattheo: I’m here. Y/n exhales shakily. Mattheo: Are you alright, my love? Can you walk? Y/n nods lightly with her eyes closed.
Mattheo walks through the corridors un the dungeons. He spots you slumped, on the floor, in a corner. You’re half conscious and an empty bottle of liquor lays next to you. He approaches you and crouches down next to you. Y/n: It’s you… Mattheo: I’m here. Y/n exhales shakily. Mattheo: Are you alright, my love? Can you walk? Y/n nods lightly with her eyes closed.
y/n is a pureblood, slytherin and definitely knows who she is. Who everyone calls ‘the slytherin boys’ are her friends. Wach term in Hogwarts they’ve enjoyed their freedom. Away from the immediate control of their family and expectations. Meaning skipping classes, setting up pranks, parties and other adventures. However, when year six comes everything is different. The group seems to drift apart, everyone is acting distant and mysterious. What they don’t know is that all of them have their own problems and if they would just stick together they could pull through it, together. But that’s the problem, everyone is so focused on their own problem that they don’t even think about that the others could deal with. How will it end? Will the group grow apart?
y/n is a pureblood, slytherin and definitely knows who she is. Who everyone calls ‘the slytherin boys’ are her friends. Wach term in Hogwarts they’ve enjoyed their freedom. Away from the immediate control of their family and expectations. Meaning skipping classes, setting up pranks, parties and other adventures. However, when year six comes everything is different. The group seems to drift apart, everyone is acting distant and mysterious. What they don’t know is that all of them have their own problems and if they would just stick together they could pull through it, together. But that’s the problem, everyone is so focused on their own problem that they don’t even think about that the others could deal with. How will it end? Will the group grow apart?