I'm a big overthinker, a big dreamer and a grumpy (and slightly evil) characteres apologist. I want to write my view on many characters and topics on this blog, just to share my thoughts every once a while.
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⤿ Mattheo riddle, angst!
synopsis : It has been a long time since mattheo left hogwarts. All he could think about now, was you, and it was killing him.
It's been a long, long time since I've memorized your face
How many years had passed? He stopped counting after the first one. For how he was feeling, it could have been two just like twenty. His days were just a blur now, his thoughts and memories lost in the hours he passed trying to survive, trying to live through what he had done. Through what he had become.
It had been four years, exactly. Four years since he left that place. Three years since the war ended. Two years since he managed to run away, managed to elaborate what happened.
Two of his friends died that night. His most closed ones. His parents died. Not that they had ever been present, but now that void was louder, and more real. He lost everything.
If he only knew how much lonelier he could've been, he would've appreciated those moments at hogwarts a lot more. But it was too late. There was no possible way of turning back. No second chance, no happy ending, no plot twist. Everything he had disappeared in just one night. The only family he had, the only people he ever trusted, the only girl he ever loved.
He never had much, but he got robbed of everything that reminded him of being human, of being alive.
He was numb.
He wasn't sad, wasn't angry, he wasn't even hungry anymore.
He felt nothing.
Sometimes, when the nights were too long, when sleep never came, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander off to different nights.
He remembered when he used to smoke with Theo and hear gossips from Lorenzo. When he had to pretend to get annoyed at hearing them complain about girls but secretely smiled for his friends happiness. When he used to smile at the mere thought of her face. When he used to draw her eyes just in case he couldn't see them for more than one day, in order to never forget her.
The sketchbook he always used to carry around was burnt in that castle with many other things. His drawings and everything he ever wrote were now gone, alive only in his memories.
Those nights were the only moments in which he managed to feel again. Sadness, regret, anger. But it was still better than nothing.
"She's still alive, somewhere"
Those were the only words he said. Words he repeated like a mantra. Words that kept him focused on the present, on what he had to do.
He stopped speaking, stopped interacting with anyone. Not that anyone would have ever interacted with him.
He was a monster, he was just the only thing the dark lord left on this world. Rubbish.
He was sure he should've been the one to die that night. Not Lorenzo. Not Theodore. It should have been him.
But it would have been too easy, and life had never been easy or condescending for him.
No, he couldn't escape from himself that easily. He had to live through all of this before.
He couldn't die without saying goodbye.
After all, he was the one that left. He was the one that got away without telling her. He was the one that shut her off.
And now it was eating him alive.
The only decision he took for another person was the one that brought him there. The one that destroyed him completely.
He wanted to stay, he wanted to tell her he loved her, to promise her he would have been better for her, good. But he knew he couldn't. He knew the genetics would have taken over him. He couldn't promise her something he wasn't able to mantain.
So he left. He left and never came back.
But now too many years passed, too many nights regretting that decision. Too many days wandering who would even miss him if he just ended everything.
Too many hours since he last saw that pair of eyes he loved so much.
Yeah, he had to at least say goodbye.
And i won't stay very long, but you are the life i needed all along.
When the witnesses found the pale body under the small bridge, they instantly understood who it was. Curly dark hair, scars scattered all over and a mark on the left arm. And even though the mark was now damaged with all the times he tried to cut it off, everyone who lived through that tragedy could recognise it.
What those people couldn't comprehend was how angelic the features they saw were. Everyone knew how the son of the dark lord looked like. But no one had ever seen him like that.
No one who was still there, at least.
Because Mattheo Riddle died at peace. He died with venom in his vein and a relieved smile on his face.
The investigators will never understand why. They will wonder and formulate hypothesis but nothing ever came near the truth. Mattheo wasn't scared, he wasn't running away from anyone. He hadn't any debt. He just wanted to die. He wanted to reunite with his friends. He wanted to stop being himself. He wanted to escape.
And now, for the first time in his whole life, Mattheo Riddle was finally at peace with himself.
He managed to say goodbye.
And the investigators will never find the letter.
Because the letter had never been sent.
i do
love you.
Hello my love,
You'll never receive this letter, and it's not because i won't send it.
For the first time in my life, i was ready to tell you everything. Everything i felt, everything that ever happened inside my head when you were around.
I would have told you that you made my day better just by smiling at me at breakfast. That your voice calmed me down even when everything seemed to go against me. That your hair were the softest thing i ever touched. That my hands trembled when they were near you because i was so afraid of ruining something so pure and fragile as you.
I would have showed you my drawings, every single one of them just for you to realise they were all inspired by you.
I'm smiling right now, you know? I haven't smiled in a long long time, since the last time i saw you. But now, i do. I'm smiling because i remember your words. Writing my thoughts off is better than bottling them up, but i never listened to you, didn't I?
I know, i was a dickhead.
But i was wrong. I could have been better with you. I could have been present, i could've tried. You made me good.
And i should've let you.
But now it's too late my love.
Because you're gone too. You, who were the only thing that kept me on this damn earth. You are gone too.
I will take this letter with me and i will read it to you. Because this time, i'm not letting you go.
I do love you.
With all of me.
And in every lifetime, i want to keep you near. I want you to make me good.
See you soon, my sweet girl.
-Mattheo
i do
love you.
a/n : i'm so sorry. This turned out darker than expected.
And yeah, they're all dead. But hey, now they're all together!
𑣲.ᐟ what an unexpected couple!
my new fave couple and their respective instagram feeds
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allie : the popular hufflepuff golden girl with a big soft spot for her loser boyfriend (Or the only boy who managed to get on her account.)
mattheo : the slytherin loser who couldn't care less about how his feed looked like until she came along. Now it's full of her photos (and who can blame him, when his girlfriend is a walking goddess).
a/n : can you tell i watched off campus and got obsessed with it? no?
Allie Hayes my woman my inspiration. And it doesn't help me that she's also so much like me. I was inspired by her and had to make a character.
My thoughts on the character: I feel like the idea of this character is actually so cool. The son of the dark lord, who attends the same school as the boy who survived his father. I mean, the layers of this character are multiple, he would be probably one of the most complex characters of the whole Harry Potter universe. But unfortunately, since i discovered his existence, i saw many many people minimizing him, making him just another hot slytherin boy, toxic, evil, who likes to fight, who hates everyone, who would have soft spots, who would be worse than his father and so on. I just feel like he is much more complex than just "an evil slytherin guy who likes to throw fights", he's just much more layered.
So i started to make an idea of him. I read many headcannons, finding some good ones and some very bad ones. I read many takes on his backstory and read some (many, like, really a lot) stories.
So this is how i see Mattheo Riddle.
Hobbies, interests and exterior
Firstly, how would he present himself?
I don't personally see Mattheo caring about his looks, It's certainly not one of his priorities, It's not like people would change their mind about him because of how he dresses. But, the uniform is a statement, isn't it? And Mattheo is pretty good at making statements. The first (and probably only) thing Mattheo really wants people to know about him is that he is not his father. He is not Tom Riddle, and will never be.
So, if Tom was a perfect, smart and charming student during his school years, best believe Mattheo is going to be the complete opposite.
He keeps his uniform messy, always crumpled, shirt never fully bottomed, tie always loose, different shoes, his robe most of the times forgotten. He doesn't do it for attention, he just hates the idea of fitting into the standards, of following precisely the rules. (it wasn't always like this, for his first years, Mattheo really tried his best. Hogwarts was an escape from his life, and he wanted to make the best out of it. But soon enough, he discovered what everyone thought about him, how people already had a bad view of him due to his last name, how no one ever tried to give him a chance. So he stopped caring).
Mattheo shows up late at class, he speaks whenever he wants to (which is not often, but always unrequested), says whatever comes to his mind, and if he doesn't enjoy that class, he's not paying attention. He's smart, but not academically, he's the type of guy who finds a way out of any situation, who solves fastly any type of problem, but please, don't ask him to learn the preparation of a potion by heart, because he won’t be able to do it (and he wouldn’t want to).
Then, what are his hobbies and interests ?
Mattheo likes to be alone. He learned to be alone at a very young age and he enjoys being with himself. It’s not that he doesn’t want, deeply, to make connections, he desperately wants, but he can’t, he’s not able to, especially with people at Hogwarts. Mattheo soon discovered that Hogwarts couldn’t become his home, no one wanted him there, and he didn’t feel like he fit into the school either. So he decided to make Hogwarts his quiet safe place. (That’s how he found his best, and only, friend, Theodore Nott. When he stopped searching for friends, when he started to accept that he wasn’t going to find the things he desperately craved for in that school, he found a real friend).
Alone, Mattheo wandered through the entire castle, that’s how he got to know it better than anyone. And alone, he started to develop some hobbies to spend all that time he had. Since of course, doing homework was not contemplated.
He draws, he likes it, and he's good at it. When he is attending a boring class, when he finds himself at a social event he doesn’t want to be at, or when he is alone beside the lake, he draws anything he found inspiration in.
He loves nature, especially animals. Animals are quiet, they don’t judge, and they sense how someone really is beyond the appearances. He loves animals, he has a huge soft spot for them, he’s not particularly good with them, since he doesn’t really know how to be gentle, (how could he have learned it?) but he tries his best in oder to never scare them. I can see Mattheo silently adopting a Thestral. He would be one of the few students who could see them, and he would notice them instantly in second year. He was fascinated by them, he found them intimidating but yet so pretty. He would go to the forest and feed him, sit near him, draw him, spend time with him. So with that being said, his favorite subjects to draw would be animals and landscapes.
He would be a huge music nerd. Muggle music too. He probably discovered randomly, by reading a book about muggle studies in the library or by overhearing some conversations by some muggle-borns in the corridors. The fact is that he would be obsessed. He would have earphones on for hours, and he would listen to music while doing everything. His favorite genre? Hip Hop
Eminem, Ice cube, Snoop dog, 2Pac, Gorillaz, Dr Dre, 50 cent.
They give him energy, and he loves the beats.
About sport, I don’t personally see Mattheo as a fan of Quidditch, but i think he would play in the team. He would be a beater. It’s a way of letting out his inner anger, his force, without lashing out directly on no one. It’s therapeutic, almost. Through the years, he develops a real interest in the sport, being a bit collaborative with the team too.
I also feel like Mattheo has this habit of zoning out. Growing up alone with his psycho mother, i feel like he naturally developed a huge fantasy. Mattheo had his magic and his fantasy to keep him company in the nights where he was alone and afraid, while his mother was doing salazar knows what out there. He zoned out a lot as a kid, and this habit remained as a teenager too. Once he sat in the hidden spot he chose for the day, after a long morning of listening voices and rumours about him, of avoiding every possible encounter with someone who would have made his anger come out, he would just stare at the horizon, earphones in, zoning out to not face everything that happened that day. It was his way of creating, even for a fraction of second, another life, another world to live in.
He likes reading, because books wake up his fantasy, but he never finishes a whole book. He just leaves them half unread, and he changes to the next. He loves reading stories, he likes to get lost in other worlds, but he just can’t stay too focused on one thing for a long period of time. His brain refuses it, he gets frustrated, angry, and he completely loses interest in whatever he was doing before, even if he was really enjoying it.
His personality
Let's start with saying that mattheo's personality is pretty complex, and that it has changed rather dramatically from his first years at hogwarts to his last years.
Mattheo grew up without his father, of course, but this didn't stop his father figure to be omnipresent in every aspect of his life. He was constantly reminded of who is father was, of what his great father did and how he was the heir of his project for the wizarding world. His mother praised his father continuously, but Mattheo soon aknowledged that all these great things his father did weren't so great after all. And soon enough, he became horrified of both of his parents.
How did he discovered it? Well, by experiencing them on his skin. Because yes, Mattheo grew up with his mother, so his father couldn't really reach him, but when your mother is Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's most loyal deatheather, you don't get that different of a treatment.
Mattheo was raised to be a weapon, he should've been the perfect heir. Bellatrix believed that the best way of learning for his son was to feel everything directly. How could you learn a defensive spell against an unforgettable curse without knowing how that curse felt? How could you know what you are casting towards someone without seeing, or better, feeling it on yourself?
Mattheo knew how to defend himself, how to hide, how to survive a cruciatous curse, how to throw an unforgettable, All before knowing how to read properly. He knew what it was like to see someone die in front of your eyes before knowing how it was like to have friends.
But it was never enough for his mother. After all that sacrifices, Mattheo remained a failure to her. A disappointment for his mother and a stranger for his father.
So, when the letter arrived, Mattheo was more than eager to start school. He had the opportunity to create for himself a different life, one that didn't involve his mother, one in which he could feel like a normal kid.
Mattheo was a silent kid, he was reserved, closed off and slightly intimidating. He had this straight, diffident and weirdly strict expression for a kid and the other kids on the train were a bit reluctant to approach him. But someone did, and when those kids on the train started to joke and laugh with him, he felt some warmth in his chest that he never felt before.
When Mattheo was sorted into Slytherin, he made everything he could to ignore his cousin, Draco (Because Mattheo didn't want people to know who his parents were, he didn't want to be Bellatrix's son, Draco's cousin, or worse, The dark lord heir, he just wanted to be Mattheo, something he, unfortunately, never got the opportunity to be) and he spent time with other Slytherin kids.
In first year, Mattheo made some friends. He never trusted them fully, because after all, he never told them who he really was, but he wasn't alone, and he knew that he could spend time with those people if he wanted to laugh, or feel normal.
The fact is that Mattheo wanted to be alone, too. Not completely, he loved the feeling of having friends (well, at least until he realised they weren't his friends, not really) but he learned how to be alone at a very young age, and it was familiar for him. He enjoyed being with himself, because that's what he knew. He spent all those years staying with himself, he needed that time alone at hogwarts, too, like oxygen. That's why it hurt when everyone distanced themselves from him, but not as much as it could have hurt someone else.
But hey, everything was going great for those first years!
Well, at least until his precious father returned as a memory of his sixteen years old self and showed to none other than Harry Potter his name, his real name. The one Mattheo used to go by. Riddle.
When Dumbledore announced Voldemort's real name, everyone froze. Thousands of eyes were suddenly pointed on Mattheo, all mouths shut, except for some older students, who were far from scared, they were angry.
And if someone had the nerve to say the words everyone were thinking of, asking if it was the same last name, the explanation was given to the students before Mattheo could defend himself. Yes, Mattheo Riddle was in fact the son of the Dark Lord.
From that moment, everything went downhill for our little Mattheo.
Not only his "friends" stopped talking to him, they were suddenly scared of him. People started to treat him like he was some sort of monster. And we all know how it goes with monsters, either you're too scared of them, acting paralized, waiting for them to kill you, or you hit them before they can hit you. And towards Mattheo, students had the same feelings.
The younger ones were too scared to even look at him. They avoided his gaze, they whispered stories in the corridors, they kept their distance, afraid that a wrong word would have sent them in the infirmary. The older students were intimidated from his last name, but not by him. For them, Mattheo was still a 12 years old kid. And soon, for them, fear became anger, and anger became hatred.
Older students started to bully him, because he wasn't a kid anymore, he was only the weak extension of his family. Bullying Mattheo was the best way for them to release the hate they felt towards his father and all the horrible things he did.
Mattheo didn't know how to act at first, he felt hurt, dissapointed, but not really surprised. Deep down, he knew that his "legacy" would have come for him at Hogwarts too. After all, he couldn't escape from who he was.
So, when those students started to pick on him, he tried his best, really, he kept quiet, he swallowed the responses he had for them, he ignored them. But then, they started to push him in corridors, to encircle him alone in the garden, and when they tried to fight him, Mattheo snapped.
Because when you're raised by a psycopath mother who spent all of your childhood torturing you to teach you how to fight properly, well, your body acts before your mind even has the possibility to stop it.
You think Mattheo wouldn't be able to hurt a fly? Then you thought wrong.
And no, Mattheo didn't react physically, because he knew he couldn't win that way, he was still a young kid against a group of teenagers. Mattheo reacted impulsively, his instincts flew to his wand, and his mouth spoke the word he learned to pronounce perfectly.
"Crucio."
In that monent, his mind snapped back to reality, and he froze. He looked at the friends of the guy on the ground, one by one, as they slowly retreated with a look of horror, and then he dropped his wand, sitting down.
They were right, after all, he was just like his parents. He couldn't escape. He was a monster.
That, is how Mattheo gained his reputation.
From that moment, Mattheo became the most feared and respected guy at school, secretely hated by everyone.
In third year, he associated with Draco, even if he didn't stand his cousin, he was still the only one who didn't treat him entirely as a monster. He started to follow his cousin, he bullied people with him, acted superior, but he knew, deep down, that it was wrong, that he had no right to act superior. he felt horrible, for what he did, for what he said, for what the other students thought of him.
In fourth year, he distanced himself from Draco. He couldn't really stand him, and he felt more and more wrong in acting that way. He became more silent, more reserved, lonelier. With the news of the Triwizard Tournament, the attention shifted, and he was no longer the main attraction of the school. Harry Potter was a champion, and the students were too focused on Harry, Cedric Diggory and the Yule ball for caring about him.
Mattheo wasn't happy, but he finally felt less like his father that year. He thought that maybe, that year, he could have had some peace. Maybe make some friends with people from the other schools.
He almost did.
Almost.
Because then, Harry Potter came back from the last quest with the corpse of Cedric Diggory, shouting how Voldemort was back.
Mattheo threw up. Not for Cedric, even if he stared at that body with horror. No, he wasn't a stranger towards death, it didn't shock him enough to make him throw up. He threw up because he believed Harry, and he felt his life collapsing.
From that moment, everything changed. Because not everyone believed Harry, people were too scared to believe that the Dark Lord was really back, but everyone thought that in Hogwarts, there was only a person capable of doing such horrible things, and that was Voldemort's son.
If Mattheo was feared and hated before, now he felt like he was the Dark Lord, not just his son anymore. After the fourth year, Mattheo realised that no matter what he did, he was the heir of Voldemort.
And if you think that from that moment he started to act like it, that he took pride in this information, well, you're wrong.
Mattheo hated his parents, both of them. He hated his father for who he was and his mother for how she raised him. But must of all, he hated himself. Mattheo swore to himself that no matter what he did, he would have never became like his parents. No matter how much of a shitty person he felt he was. No matter how explosive, angry, violent he became, he would have fought all of his life to never become that evil. From that moment, Mattheo swore to himself that he would have died rather than helping his father with his plan.
That is how Mattheo changed.
He was still silent and closed off. But he became rebellious, he started to hate rules, to break them silently, to follow his own morals. He hated bullies, he hated arrogants and spoiled brats. He stopped putting effort into things. He did the less he could to pass the year. He spoke whenever he wanted, however he wanted. He didn't care if he hurt people with his honesty, it's not like someone bothered of being empathetic with him, so why would he be?
After that, Mattheo met Theodore. They became friends almost instantly.
Theodore was quiet, creepily quiet, but Mattheo felt comfortable in that quietness. Theodore observed everything, he noticed details, he knew things about people without speaking to them. He was perfect for Mattheo. Theodore noticed, he noticed how Mattheo was actually struggling, he noticed Mattheo's emotions, he noticed, but he never spoke about it. He just acted for the situation, and Mattheo liked him for that.
With Theodore, Mattheo didn't have to pretend, he could be in his own thoughts without being alone, he could speak his mind without seeing a disappointed face in return. With Theodore, Mattheo felt like being himself was enough.
Mattheo wasn't nice, he was direct, he could be pretty rude, he had anger issues and an explosive personality. He was reckless, impulsive, sometimes a bit crazy. He was stubborn and he pushed everyone away. He negletted many of his emotions and he didn't knew how to deal with them. But somehow, he managed to find someone who liked him, someone who enjoyed being his friend, someone who didn't abandom him when he saw his dark mark, someone who believed him.
Because altough Mattheo is complicated, he is loyal. Once he found his real friends, Mattheo was ready to go to war for them at any given time. And that is something you don't find everywhere.
Well, those were my thoughts about my traumtised boy. I was thinking about making another post about his relationship with other students. Especially Harry, because i think their dynamic would be pretty complicated and interesting.
Anyway, i hope you liked my portrayal of Mattheo and i hope i didn't write anything too out of character, it's just the way i personally imagined him at Hogwarts.
Yo, thank you so much for all this, esp since I’m writing a fic currently for him, dude I feel like everyone writes him so strangely when he is that complex. You are a real one. This will help me organize my thoughts for him easier so I will use you as a reference.
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⤷ do i look like...him? , asl brothers, angst!
synopsis : all three brothers looked for each other for all of their lives, but somehow, they always managed to see themselves in the wrong people.
i thought i saw your face today
but i just turned my head away
He just looked so much like him, didn't he?
No, he was just seeing things.
It wasn't the first time either way. If he had to be honest, it happened quite often, but this time...
No.
His head was messing with him again, he was sure. It was just another guy with blonde, wavy hair.
Sabo was gone. And he had been gone for a long time.
It couldn't be him, it couldn't be real.
He still had Luffy, and Luffy was certainly there. He couldn't get distracted by a mere thought.
Besides, he didn't even know how Sabo would have looked like if he had him right in front of him, they were just kids after all. Too many years passed since they last saw each other.
He turned his gaze away.
He had to find his brother, he had to find Luffy.
But his head uncounsciously wandered... maybe, if he was still alive, Sabo would have looked like that now.
I just see the memories as they come
As they come
Too many years passed. Too many.
He felt almost embarassed at how emotional he was getting, but he couldn't help it.
That longing, empty feeling in his stomach was abruptly washed away at the only sight of his face.
His little brother.
He was there, alive, right in front of him.
Well, more specifically, right on top of him, hugging him to the point he almost couldn't breathe.
Luffy was crying, loudly. He had always been the emotional type, ever since they were little kids.
He smiled, if only Ace could see this reunion, he would have made fun of both of them, being so pathetically emotional.
But it didn't matter, because the hug was real, the tears were real, this comfort and sadness he felt were real. And those were the only things he could focus on.
But… what was that sadness? What was happening?
Why couldn't he look at Luffy anymore? Why was he tearing up? Why did his heart ache so much?
He dared to look again.
Luffy got tall, and strong, his face was still scarred, his hair messy, his skin tanned, and his expression… he was still the same Luffy, but there was a glint in his eyes. A different one. One he already knew.
It was the same glint Ace had. Determined, confident.
He had to take a breath. He had to calm down, he had to be strong for his little brother. He couldn’t break down like that.
But it was getting difficult.
He looked so much like him.
I thought this place was heaven-sent
But now, it's just a monument in my mind
Ace's will was now in Sabo's hands.
He couldn't be more happy.
There was no one better than Sabo who could have taken that fruit.
He learned to use those powers in an instant. It was like Ace's will had chosen him personally.
His heart jumped, and tears welled up in his eyes. For a fleeting moment, it felt like his big brothers were there, together, with him.
Watching him from afar, protecting him, encouraging him.
He could have sworn Ace almost materialized near Sabo.
Or maybe that was just his creative imagination.
He wished they could have been together, all three of them, just like the old times.
Sometimes he dreamed of a different time, one where they could listen to each other's adventures from themselves, without having others tell them. One where they’d gather together with their respective crews to eat, drink and laugh.
But then, he’d always wake up.
For now, for what the present had to offer, seeing Sabo like that was enough.
He looked so much like him.
a/n : well, i'm sorry. I just love ansgt.
Also, i know i asked you what you would have liked to read but i wanted to write this, so enjoy!! i will post the other things in order of what you'd like to read more!
I might turn loser! mattheo x popular! hufflepuff into a somewhat series; in the same way i write for law based on different songs of a playlist i made.
Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, child of Rome, or, the perfect sweet boy from a 90s movie.
Some thoughts about my poor understimated boy because i have to express myself about him
First, we were robbed of seeing Jason before his memory loss. Camp jupiter Jason Grace i will forever mourn you
He's so husband material i swear
He's not boring at all??? He was just introduced badly. Percy had all the time to introduce himself to us, that's why we all love him. He was the main character for five books. In Heroes of Olympus, we don't have one main character, we have seven. But in Son of Neptune, Percy stole the show, resulting as the main character, so why couldn't Jason do the same in his own book? (don't get me wrong Percy is my second favorite i love that man, but Jason just has a special place in my heart)
My boy was having an identity crisis while he should have introduced himself to us. How can we get to know Jason if Jason himself doesn't know who he is?
The worst part? Even when he remembers something about his past (because no, I'm not forgetting how he doesn't gain all his memories back) he doesn't really have place to express himself until the last book of the serie.
Because in Blood of Olympus we get to see a bit how strong Jason is, what his personality is due to, his past, his choices. But why waiting for the last book? When people already decided that he was just a boring, white blonde guy. (Even if unfortunately it seemed, he still is my boring white blonde guy)
(Don't get me started of Frank too because that boy was literally so funny and sweet and yet he is so overlooked, i feel pretty maternal towards Frank)
a/n : I had these thoughts in my drafts for MONTHS so why not post them while continuing my pinterest boards serie?
Also, i don’t remember where i got these dividers when i first started the post, so if the person i took them from sees this post, please tell me! 🙏🏻
When i say i dislike blonde men never ever am i talking about the awesome Flame Emperor.
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a/n : (never talking about my man jason grace either, they are my only two exceptions. ) I miss this blonde man (and my grumpy emo man) i can’t wait to finish whole cake island to see him again😭
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nerdy! loser! mattheo riddle x popular! maneater! hufflepuff girl
forget about your badboy, fuckboy, popular Mattheo.
Welcome nerdy, loser with almost no friends, sarcastic and slightly unhinged Mattheo Riddle. <3
a/n: Saw this video on tik tok who showed this trope and instantly thought of my version of Mattheo Riddle with a funny popular golden girl who is slightly a maneater.
“The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you. What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you.”
Mattheo knew the world. Or at least, that’s what he told himself every night before going to sleep. Every night, after the glances, the whispers, the creeping feeling of slowly becoming the copy of his father, he reassured himself. Mattheo knew the world, and with knowing the world, you know how to live in it. How to survive.
Mattheo knew how to survive. He survived everyday, despite everything. He was still standing, still there. But he had no idea what living meant. He didn’t even know the difference between those two things. He desperately wanted to believe that there wasn’t one, but those concepts were polar opposites.
Mattheo discovered at a very young age that the world he lived in was ugly. He couldn’t really grasp the concept of beauty. And when he eventually understood what beauty meant, how it was supposed to look, to feel, he instantly understood that it wasn’t anything that could help him. He didn’t need it. He was raised with horror, he felt almost comfortable in the dark and ugliness that surrounded him.
While he watched the people who surrounded him in the corridors, he felt a mixed sense of disgust and envy towards them. A huge part of him wanted to laugh, laugh at how stupid they were, how naive, how carefree. Carefree. How could they laugh at the world? Smile in front of the sun like the world would have smiled back?
The other part of him, the one deep rooted in his unconscious wanted to smile at the sun too. He wanted to believe that life would have smiled back at him, that it was that easy. But it wasn’t, it had never been for him. No, Mattheo couldn’t just smile. He knew too much. He was too smart to get caught in that trap.
Beauty wasn’t something he needed to know. It was useless, a waste of his precarious time.
But, what he saw in those eyes, when they fell on him that sunny day, so bright and devoid of anything bad he ever saw in all of his life, was so close to everything he ever imagined beauty could be.
If he had to describe what beauty was, he had to somehow describe her eyes.
They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul. He had never met a soul that kind. He was sure.
It wasn’t that he had never seen her before, but he never paid attention. He never focused, never thought someone could be interesting enough to catch his attention.
But her eyes were.
Mesmerising was probably the right word for it.
But how could he reach out? What did he have to do?
He didn’t know, and he felt so stupid, so naive, just like the people in the corridors he always laughed at. He felt completely lost. Lost in that brightness that he never believed could exist, in that beauty that changed his brain chemistry.
Now that he knew what beauty what supposed to look like, he understood why he had never seen it before. He couldn’t stand it. He would have destroyed it, he came from that dark and ugly world, he couldn’t fit there, next to her.
He wanted to save her. Save that brightness that managed to light up his dead heart.
And he succeeded. She was just a memory now, nothing more. Put with all the memories of his early adolescence years of Hogwarts. But she was the only memory he never lost. No matter the curses, the pain, the horrors, her memory couldn’t be lost.
Because thanks to her, Mattheo managed to really get to know the world.
A/n : if you already couldn’t tell from all of my law posts, I have a thing for writing inspired by songs (and for angsts😛). Hope you like this lil Matt Drabble! I wanted to get back to him.
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here below, you'll find all my works of Trafalgar Law based on different songs
꩜ : drabbles ❄︎ : one-shots 𖤐 : serie
৻ꪆ.ᐟ BAILE INoLVIDABLE ( angst! ) 𖤐❄︎
⤿ If Law could have put into words just how much she made him feel alive, everything would be different now. But feelings have never been his thing, and between speaking or dying, he will always choose dying.
৻ꪆ.ᐟ Lover, You Should've Come Over (angst! with a happy ending) 𖤐
Part two! of BAILE INoLVIDABLE
⤿ coming soon...
৻ꪆ.ᐟ Me Gustas Tu ( fluff! ) ꩜𖤐
{Could be read seperately or as part of BAILE INoLVIDABLE as a flashback from law's pov}
⤿ Law has always been a morning lover, using that time to calm down his racing mind. But lately, he found out a certain company was more efficient than everything he ever tried.
৻ꪆ.ᐟ Apocalypse (fluff!) ꩜𖤐
{Could be read seperately or as part of BAILE INoLVIDABLE as a flashback from her pov}
⤿ coming soon...
৻ꪆ.ᐟ Choking on Flowers (fluff!) ꩜
⤿ I don't mind, it happens all the time. (Or, dealing with traffy’s unhealthy nights habits)
