Imagines | j.m, d.m, m.r

Flinch. |Mattheo Riddle|

trigger warning: talk of abuse, trauma
word count: 704

The couple never argued.

It wasn't that they had a perfect relationship but they talked to each other. They didn't let something dwell. And most of the time the other could sense when someone was wrong anyways. They hadn't seen each other all day, just giving the other space.

Y/n was mad at the fact Mattheo was now a Death Eater. She knows he doesn't have an option but it hurts knowing he promised he wouldn't get one. She takes her promises seriously and he knows this. So he made a promise, knowing it could easily be broken. She knew it could have been but him promising gave her some reassurance.

She was sitting in her bed, a book in her hand. It was calm and quiet until her door burst open. In walked Mattheo Riddle.

"You could've knocked." Y/n rolled her eyes, shutting her book and putting in on her nightstand.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me."

"Damn, I know your mad but check your fucking attitude before talking to me like that." She spat, getting to her feet. She hated when people talked to her like she wasn't worth it.

"Oh shut up. I'm pissed!"

"And so am I! You fucking promised me!" She said, a laugh leaving her lips. She was so angry.

"But I didn't know I was gonna get a fucking mark! He said I'd never get one!"

"He's Lord Voldemort and your his son, Mattheo! Of course he's gonna make you a Death Eater. Out of everyone in the world, he's most likely to make you one." She sighed, realizing it wasn't his fault and brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing it.

"I'm sorry I fucking believed him!" He went to run a hand through his hair, causing trauma to come back for Y/n. She flinched back, her arms covering her face and the sound of glass clicking together.

It was silent.

And she didn't feel anything so she slowly pulled her arms away to be met with brown hues. But they were different. They had tears falling from them.

"You thought....you thought I was gonna hit you?" His voice cracked, his hands shaking. He never wanted to be like his father and in this moment, he felt like him.

"Not because you have, obviously! But just because when my dad got mad he'd hit me.." She looked down. He already knew the story but she had never flinched around him. She shook her head, tears filling them. "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head and walked forward slowly, making Y/n's heart break. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She just wanted him. She wanted him to know he didn't do a damn thing. He treated her better then anyone ever has.

"You're my safe place. Don't think I'm scared of you, please." The thought of him thinking she was scared of him breaks her. His arms were around her waist, holding her gently but tightly.

"I'm sorry."

"No, Theo. I am. You are right. He's your dad and you wanna believe him. I shouldn't have gotten so mad. I just take promises seriously."

"No, you had a right to get mad." He sniffled, a tear falling again. "But if I knew I wouldn't have made you that promise. I wouldn't have." She nodded against his neck.

"I know, love. I know." They held each other for a little while longer before separating and crawling into bed. They cuddled for a while until he felt her drift off to sleep. He was staring at the wall behind her. When he knew for a fact she was sleeping, tears fell down his face, replaying the moment she flinched over and over again.

Tears streamed down his face. He hated the fear she had on her eyes when she took her arms away. He pulled her tighter to his chest and kissed her hair before letting sleep pull him in to, tears still staining his face.

No matter what is in the past, it can always sneak its way into your present.

•••

I don't wanna let this book gooo😭

Goodbye lovelies..