Random x Reader One-Shots

Strip-Mattheo Riddle x Reader

A/N: To those who aren't aware, in the Harry Potter fandom, Tom Riddle is a character that is actually Voldemort's son, not Voldemort himself.
So Tom and Mattheo are the sons of Voldemort and Bellatrix's (non-romantic) relationship.
This also hints towards SA, but it gets stopped before it goes into detail.
18+

Today was the day. The day set that Mattheo and Y/N we're gonna escape the vile family of the Riddles. Once Voldemort was destroyed, everyone reckoned that the wizarding world would reunite once more, but they were wrong. When most of the death eaters fled hogwarts after the battle, Tom decided to take the place of his father. And since Y/N's parents and Draco were the biggest loyalists, and they got caught and/or escaped, Y/N couldn't run. Her stomach now was heavier than it was 4 months ago when the battle finished. It was also more obvious, and no longer hideable.

Y/N got dressed and carried the knife covered by a napkin in one of the pockets in her waist apron. She took a breath before grabbing the jug of water with her shaky hand and refilling everyone's glasses. The death eaters (or at least those who were left) looked at Y/N in disgust. Going from being so high up in the ranking of wizarding families, to being a servant for the new replacement of the Lord. If the Malfoy's knew, they would somehow find a way to disown Y/N more than they already had. The only reason Y/N adhered to this life she had now was for Mattheo and the baby. That was the only reason Y/N had for staying alive. And they had to pretend it was all fake.

Y/N walked down the table, and Mattheo subtly placed a hand on her leg in reassurance, but Y/N knew not to react. As she walked off, her sweaty hand slipped ironically above the woman she hated most. "Oh god I'm so sorry," Y/N immediately fell to her knees and began to clean up the mess with the napkin, forgetting what it was wrapped around. Thankfully, all focus was on top except for Mattheo who saw the knife and looked away with a dead expression, though his heart was beating undeniably quick. He just hoped that nobody else saw the knife that had fallen onto the floor in front of everybody sat at the table.

Y/N grabbed the knife and covered it up with the napkin and tried to rush out. "I'm so sorry I'll go get another napkin."
"I'd like a word with you in private if I may."
"I need to go get another napkin."
"That wasn't a question." Tom growled and Y/N nodded, looking at Mattheo before following Tom out of the room.
"Meeting dismissed." Mattheo stated and everyone bowed slightly before leaving. God how he hated it. The formality, the bowing, the fear that people had for him only because of his father and brother. This wasn't the life for him.

"You've always had a mouth on you that you like to run. You aught to thank your father and brother for that. Your mother, not so much. She obeyed my father, did everything he said. Respected him." Tom tormented
"She feared him."
"And you didn't? You don't fear me?"
"I feared your father, you yourself feared your father don't deny it. But I have no reason to fear you."
"You don't think I wouldn't kill you right now?"
"I don't deny it. But I know you wouldn't. This child is the only hope of having a family you have left."

There was a silence for a minute until Tom spoke again.
"Strip." He said and Y/N was taken aback.
"I'm sorry... what?"
"You heard me. Strip."
"I don't see why I would need to do that."
"The knifes got to be on you somewhere, so let's find it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh you don't?"
"No, why would I be carrying a knife on me when I'm serving drinks not food?"
"I don't know Y/N, why would you be?"
"I don't have it, I'm telling you."
"Prove it. Take all your clothes off and prove it to me."

Tears stung Mattheo's eyes as they threatened to fall down his cheeks. As he listened to every single word exchanged between Tom and Y/N, his worry only grew stronger and stronger. Y/N did fear Tom now that he had the power, god forbid even Mattheo feared him. Tom was nowhere as powerful as Voldemort, so everyone had passed the worst of it. However, everyone knew how unstable Tom was, but no one knew what he was capable of. No one knew what dark magic Tom had been teaching himself in his spare time, and that's why no one dared face him.

Y/N began to strip, starting with her apron. She untied the apron from the back and let it drop to the floor. Next, she unfastened her skirt from beneath her corset and let that circle around her feet on the floor. She stared at Tom with no emotion until she caught him looking her up and down, when she furrowed her brows and clicked her fingers in toms face. Unfastening her corset, Y/N's shirt fell loose and she pulled it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear.

"Happy now? No knife." Y/N said, on the verge of tears.
"No. That's not all your clothes now is it?"
"Yes it is, I'm not getting any more undressed."
"You must not want to leave this room then."
Y/N scoffed, disgusted at toms actions and went to move her hand behind her back to unfasten her bra. In that moment, she grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it down out of her bra. She sliced her back on the way down, but her adrenaline was too high to notice.

Spinning the knife into the correct position in her hand, she went towards Toms chest, but his hand shot up and grabbed the blade. Y/N ungritted her teeth as she took a sharp inhale of shock. Her eyes dropped from Toms emotionless face and fell down to his hand that still had a grip on the blade of the knife. As Y/N tried to move it the blade wouldn't budge, so Y/N removed grip of it and let her hand drop down. And now the fear showed on her face. Her eyes widened and Tom chucked the blade to his side.

Tom took slow steps towards Y/N and she took steps back. Her breath got caught in her throat and Tom grabbed her hair with his bloody hand, and forced his face towards hers. From outside the door, Mattheo heard panicked breathing and the slam against the wall. With a breath, he spun the wand in his hand before opening the door.
"Crucio!" Mattheo shouted and Tom fell to the floor in pain. Mattheo grabbed Y/N's coat and passed it to her so she could put it on while Mattheo grabbed the rest of her clothes.

Taking her hand, Mattheo and Y/N apperated somewhere. Y/N immediately felt the cold as she looked down and realised she was by a lake in the middle of the woods somewhere.
"You could've chosen somewhere warmer my love." Y/N states and Mattheo gave her clothes to her with a raised eyebrow.
"Or I could've left you there or taken you somewhere nice and warm where you're easy to find." He rolled his eyes. When she was dressed, Mattheo placed his coat around her and she pulled it close.

Mattheo walked around 5 metres from Y/N, and placed a protective enchantment so they wouldn't be detected by anyone passing through the woods, even though no one ever did. As soon as he was done, he set up a spacious tent with a fire in the middle of an empty section and Y/N was quick to sit beside it to get warm. Mattheo sat next to her and allowed her to lay her head down on his chest.

"Is there anything else that needs doing?" Y/N whispered and Mattheo shook his head.
"Not right now. And nothing for you to do no."
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know..."
"Looks like we're living out of a tent until we do."
"If it's with you, I don't mind." Mattheo whispered and placed a kiss on Y/N's head as she began to drift off. Mattheo just stared into the fire, hoping it would at some point, give him some answers.