midnights. [Mattheo Riddle x reader]

~10~

~ December 28th ~

I was sitting on Mathias's bed and fidgeting with a drop-shaped Emerald stone on a golden chain that Mattheo got me for Christmas. My leg was bouncing anxiously. "Where is Theo? I have not seen him since last night's dinner," I heard my cousin say and sighed, "He wanted to stay alone for a few hours. I should go and check on him," Mathias just looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

You may believe that I am a terrible girlfriend, but he would not let me get close to him.

"Mattheo? Care to finally explain what is going on?" I questioned him silently. Theo was not in the bedroom, so when I saw a slightly opened bathroom door, I walked in there. He stood leaning against the sink and his messy curls fell on his deep brown eyes, which were filled with pain. I traveled Mattheo's upper body with rage in my gaze, "Your father did this to you?" I exclaimed nodding at the scars, that he even flinched and took a step back. "No no no, I am so sorry for that, love," I ran up to him and hugged him firmly, "Y/n..." Theo stammered out, "Come on, tell me".

The two of us sat down on the bed and Mattheo showed me his Dark Mark, it was shifting, "Voldemort wishes for my presence at the Malfoy Manor. I have to leave today," there was a pause of silence, "Does it hurt you?" I quickly asked him, "It seems like a thousand tiny needles are moving under my skin at the same time," I gently put my hand on it and saw quite a relief in Theo's look.

"Alright, then I am coming with you. I will not let you stand before him alone," Mattheo's eyes widened at those words, "You can not, baby. I promised myself to protect you from Voldemort's sight with all my might," tears rolled down his cheeks, but he tried to smile anyways, "Promise me that you will not come after me, Angel. Please?" he begged me.

~ MATTHEO'S POV

"Mattheo, my boy... We have been waiting for you for a long time," Father's gruesome voice filled the main hall and he motioned to the seat opposite of him on the other side of the table "I have a new task for you. You see, Draco failed to accomplish it, so I trust you on this one, my son. You need to kill Albus Dumbledore", "And how he is still alive after that?" I asked sarcastically. Some of the Death Eaters observed me with a shock and I proceeded with, "Alright. Well, I will not do it," Bellatrix Lestrange chimed in, "What is with a sudden change in attitude, boy?" Oh my lord, how much I hate that woman.

"Bring her in!" Voldemort's shout echoed loudly and the double doors opened revealing one of his puppets holding Y/n Hope in his grip tightly with a wand pressed to her throat, "I am assured that you will reconsider your choice," he stated with a devious laugh, "Keep Y/n Hope out of this," I felt my blood boiling up with fury. "Calm down, darling. Do not worry, everything is under control," she winked at me, "You should have listened to me, love. What control are we talking about? Do you understand in what situation you are right now?" I yelled the second question out, clutching my head. Y/n began grinning, "Theo, you do not know me too well just yet," and mouthed a "Watch me".

I looked at her with an indescribable expression on my face, when she hardly stomped on a Death Eater's toe and threw him to the wall next to them with her wandless magic. "Imitantor Pupulus," Y/n Hope Mikaelson whispered some sort of a spell with no emotion, carefully scanning my father's every action. She reached into the pocket, took her wand out, and broke it. Voldemort did the same thing. A few Death Eaters stood up from their seats, so she ripped out the heart of the one who was creeping from behind her, "Who is next?" they sat down again.

"Brutal, I like her. Where did you find this girl, Mattheo?" never letting go of the deep eye contact that I held with Y/n, I said, "This is one of the many reasons why I love her so much. This girl would sacrifice everything she has for the people that she cares about, always and forever," my smirk grew wider. "You should join us, in that case, both of you will be free to go, my dear," Father told Y/n Hope and I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh because I kind of felt what her answer was going to be, "Oh my god, why are you still talking?" she rolled her eyes, "Perhaps, somebody has a napkin on them?" Y/n examined her destroyed manicure, "I might need a bag of popcorn for this tragicomedy".

Many footsteps could be heard approaching and all of the Mikaelsons strode into the hall. "Now, what will happen if you do not let our kids leave this place peacefully," Niklaus went on when he got everyone's full attention, "I have not come here to fight you. Not at all. This is to be an execution," most of the witches and wizards around the table raised their hands in defense, so with Elijah's nod, "We are waiting for you, son," I grabbed Y/n's hand and walked away. "Have a nice evening, ladies and gentlemen," Kol closed the doors with a sarcastic bow.