Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Untouchable Pt.1

Song Inspo: My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Word Count: 995

Mattheo Riddle was used to keeping secrets. Being a Slytherin taught him that some things were better left unsaid, hidden beneath layers of pride and cunning. But this–this was different. This secret slowly gnawed at him day and night, threatening to unravel the careful control he had over his emotions. Because, despite his best efforts, Mattheo Riddle had a crush on his best friend's twin sister, Y/N.

The three of them had grown up together, practically inseparable. They were the perfect trio: Mattheo, the clever strategist; Theodore, his loyal and outgoing best friend; and Y/N, the sharp-witted, beautiful girl who was always one step ahead of them both. But as the years passed, something changed. Mattheo began to notice the way Y/N's laugh made his heart skip a beat, how her presence seemed to brighten the darkest corners of the Slytherin common room.

He tried to push it aside, to focus on his studies, Quidditch, and the never-ending, ever-present rivalry with Gryffindor. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts always drifted back to her. It was a maddening distraction, one that he knew he couldn't afford to entertain. After all, Theo was his best friend, practically a brother. What kind of friend would he be if he let himself fall for Y/N?

But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The more he tried to distance himself, the closer they seemed to become. Theo, oblivious as always, would drag him along to study sessions or causal strolls around the castle with Y/N. And each time, Mattheo felt his resolve weakening.

One evening, the three of them were sitting by the lake, the setting sun casting a golden glow across the water. Theo was busy skimming stones across the surface, while Y/N sat beside Mattheo, her legs tucked beneath her as she read a book. It was a peaceful moment, the kind that made Mattheo's heart ache with a mixture of contentment and longing.

"Matty," Y/N said suddenly, breaking the silence. She closed her book and turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "You've been quiet lately. Is something on your mind?"

He hesitated, unsure of how to respond. How could he tell her the truth? That every time he saw her, his chest tightened with a mixture of joy and fear? That he couldn't sleep some nights because he was too busy imagining what it would be like to be with her?

"No," he lied, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about the Potions essay we have due next week."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "You know you can talk to me, right? About anything..."

Her sincerity cut through him like a knife, and for a moment, he considered telling her everything. But then he glanced at Theo, who was still occupied with stone-skimming, and the weight of their friendship settled heavily on his shoulders.

"I know," he replied, his voice softer this time. "But really, I'm fine. Just tired."

Y/N studied him for a moment longer before nodding, though a flicker of concern in her eyes made him feel like the worst kind of liar. She stretched out her hand, placed it on his, and gave him a comforting squeeze, a gesture so innocent yet so potent that it took all of Mattheo's willpower not to pull her into his arms right then and there.

As the weeks passed, the weight of his feelings became harder to bear. He found himself avoiding Y/N whenever he could, throwing himself into Quidditch practice and surprisingly, his studies, anything to keep his mind off of her. But it was no use. She was everywhere, in every corner of his mind, and the more he tried to deny it, the stronger his feelings grew.

One day, as he was heading back to the Slytherin common room after a particularly grueling Potions class, he heard footsteps behind him. Turningaround, he saw Y/N hurrying to catch up, a determined look on her face.

"Mattheo, wait," she called out.

He stopped, his heart pounding as she approached. There was something in her eyes, something that made his stomach twist with anticipation and dread.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" she asked, her voice tinged with hurt. "Did I do something wrong?"

Mattheo opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. This was it. The moment he had been dreading, yet longing for. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized that he couldn't keep hiding forever. He had to tell her the truth, no matter the consequences.

"Y/N," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "you didn't do anything wrong. It's just... I've been trying to sort out my feelings. About you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across her face, and Mattheo felt a flicker of hope ignite in his chest.

"Feelings? Me?" she echoed, her voice soft.

Mattheo nodded, taking a deep breath. I know I shouldn't. You're Theo's sister, and he's my best friend. But I can't help it Y/N. I think I've been in love with you for a long time."

For a moment, Y/N just stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, to his immense relief, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch his cheek.

"I've been waiting for you to say that," she whispered, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions.

Mattheo's heart soared, and before he could stop himself, he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he never wanted to let go. In that moment, all the fear and uncertainty melted away, leaving only the warmth of her in his arms and the knowledge that, somehow, everything would be okay

Theo might not understand at first, and there would undoubtedly be challenges ahead. But as Mattheo looked down at Y/N, her face flushed with happiness, he knew that he was willing to face whatever came their way.

Because for her, he would risk it all. 

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I'm sorry for the long chapter, I'll try to make the next part shorter. 

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