Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Holy Mary

Song Inspo: Mary On A Cross - Ghost

Word Count: 911

Y/N had always been drawn to the shadows. There was something about the way darkness seemed to hold secrets, to wrap around people like a cloak, hiding parts of them from the world. Perhaps that was why she couldn't look away from him—Mattheo Riddle, the boy who seemed to carry the weight of the shadows within him.

Mattheo was a Slytherin, and not just by house but by nature. He moved through the corridors of Hogwarts like a storm, his presence commanding attention, yet there was a darkness to him, an aggression that simmered just beneath the surface. He wasn't just brooding or mysterious; he was angry, and everyone knew it. Students steered clear of him, teachers watched him with wary eyes, and rumors swirled around him like the very shadows he seemed to inhabit. But to Y/N, Mattheo was more than the anger he carried.

She had noticed him long before he had noticed her, back in their first year. Even then, there had been something about him—something that spoke to a hidden pain, a quiet desperation that he masked with his cold exterior. She watched as he kept everyone at arm's length, building walls so high that no one dared to approach. But Y/N, with her quiet determination, saw the cracks in those walls, the moments when his guard slipped, revealing the boy underneath.

It wasn't until their fifth year that she found the courage to speak to him. They were both in the library, the late evening light casting long shadows across the dusty bookshelves. Y/N had been struggling with her Potions essay, and when she saw Mattheo sitting alone at a table, she hesitated only for a moment before approaching him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked softly.

Mattheo looked up, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to figure out her angle. But when he saw nothing but sincerity in her gaze, he nodded, returning to his book without a word. They sat in silence for what felt like hours, Y/N's presence an odd comfort to him as he worked through his own thoughts.

As the weeks passed, they began to share that space more often, Y/N quietly studying while Mattheo brooded over his books. She never pushed him to talk, but occasionally, she would catch him glancing at her, his gaze softer than the harshness he usually wore like armor. It was in those moments that she knew there was more to him than anyone else could see.

It was after one of these silent study sessions that Mattheo finally spoke to her.

"Why do you keep coming here?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

Y/N looked up from her parchment, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. "Because I like the company," she replied honestly.

He scoffed, but there was no malice in it. "You're the only one."

"I don't believe that," she said gently. "I think people are just scared of what they don't understand."

Mattheo's eyes darkened, and for a moment, Y/N feared she had pushed too far. But then, something in his expression shifted, and the anger that always seemed to linger around him faded just a little.

"You don't know anything about me," he muttered, but there was no conviction behind his words.

"Then let me," Y/N said quietly. "Let me understand."

And so, slowly, the young Riddle began to open up. He didn't do it all at once—he was too guarded, too used to keeping people out—but in small, hesitant steps, he let Y/N into the parts of himself he had always hidden away. He told her about his family, about the expectations that weighed on him like chains, about the anger that had built up over years of feeling trapped, misunderstood, and powerless. And as he spoke, Y/N listened, offering him the acceptance he had never known he needed.

Over time, Mattheo's walls began to crumble. The anger that had once defined him started to fade, replaced by a softer, more vulnerable side that only Y/N seemed to bring out in him. He still had his moments of aggression, still struggled with the darkness that lurked within him, but Y/N was always there, guiding him back to the light with her quiet strength.

It wasn't long before they were inseparable. The school still whispered about Mattheo Riddle, still treated him with caution, but Y/N didn't care. She saw him for who he truly was—a boy who had been hurt, who had built his life around that hurt, but who was capable of so much more.

One evening, as they sat by the Black Lake, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Mattheo turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions she had never seen in him before.

"Why do you stay?" he asked, his voice raw with uncertainty. "Why do you care?"

Y/N reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Because I see you, Mattheo Riddle. The real you. And I love you—not just the parts that are easy to love, but all of you."

He stared at her, his defenses crumbling completely in the face of her honesty. For the first time in his life, he felt truly seen, truly loved. And in that moment, he knew that with Y/N by his side, he could face the darkness within him and come out stronger on the other side.

As they sat there, hand in hand, with the shadows of the past fading away, Mattheo realized that maybe, just maybe, love was enough to heal even the deepest of wounds.

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