Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Fractured Hearts

Words: 1165

Summary: literally it's angst...

Warnings: idk!

The walls of Hogwarts were steeped in history, but Y/N felt like she was living a different kind of history—one filled with unspoken words and the weight of unacknowledged feelings. She had always known Mattheo Riddle was complicated. A brilliant Slytherin with a charming smile and a reputation that made the bravest of hearts tremble. But beneath that exterior lay a turmoil she was desperate to understand.

It had been weeks since their last real conversation, and Y/N felt the distance grow like a chasm between them. Once, they would have spent late nights in the library, sharing dreams and fears, but now it felt like she was reaching for a ghost.

One evening, she found herself wandering the halls, the soft glow of torches flickering like the hope she clung to. She needed answers, needed to confront him. And there he was, leaning against the wall near the entrance to the dungeons, looking out into the darkness.

"Mattheo," she called, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.

He turned slowly, surprise flickering in his eyes before it faded into something unreadable. "Y/N," he said, his tone flat.

"Can we talk?" she asked, fighting the tremor in her voice.

"Not here," he replied, glancing around as if expecting someone to overhear. "Meet me at the Room of Requirement."

When she arrived, her heart raced with anticipation. The room shimmered into existence, filled with a soft glow and an array of cozy furniture. But the warmth was overshadowed by the tension that hung in the air.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms defensively.

"I haven't been avoiding you," he shot back, but the flicker of guilt in his eyes betrayed him.

"Mattheo, you've barely spoken to me in weeks. It's like you're a different person."

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, a gesture she recognized as a sign of frustration. "You don't understand the pressure I'm under."

"What pressure?" Y/N demanded, feeling frustration boil over. "The pressure to be perfect? To live up to your family's expectations? You think I don't feel pressure too?"

"It's not the same," he replied, his voice low. "You don't have the weight of my last name hanging over you."

"I'm not asking you to carry it alone," she implored. "But you need to let me in. You can't just shut me out like this."

Mattheo's expression hardened, and he took a step back, the distance between them growing. "I don't want to drag you into my mess. You deserve better than that."

"Better than what?" she shot back, hurt flashing through her. "Better than being by your side? Better than fighting through this together?"

He looked away, anguish flickering across his face. "I can't be what you want me to be. I'm a Riddle. I'm supposed to be ruthless, cold... I don't know how to be anything else."

"You're not just your name, Mattheo!" Y/N cried, stepping closer. "You're kind, and you're brave. You're so much more than what they want you to be."

His gaze finally met hers, a storm of emotions swirling behind his eyes. "And what if I fail you?" he whispered. "What if I hurt you?"

"You won't," she promised, reaching out to take his hand. "I believe in you. In us."

He hesitated, the warmth of her touch breaking through the wall he had built around himself. But just as quickly, he pulled away, the fear creeping back into his eyes. "I can't do this," he said, his voice cracking.

"Why not?" Y/N felt the sting of tears threatening to spill. "Why can't we fight together? Why can't we be a team?"

"Because I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Scared of what I might become. Scared of losing you."

Y/N's heart shattered at his admission. "You won't lose me, Mattheo. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

He looked at her, vulnerability etched in his features. "I wish I could believe that."

The air was thick with unspoken words, and Y/N took a shaky breath. "You have to trust me. Please, let me help you."

Mattheo turned away, frustration evident in his body language. "I don't know if I can."

Y/N felt her heart sink. "You can't keep pushing me away. It'll only hurt us both."

He closed his eyes, pain evident in the set of his jaw. "I need time to figure things out. I can't be the person you need right now."

"Mattheo, time won't change who you are," she pleaded. "You're worth fighting for."

He looked back at her, his gaze pained. "You don't know what you're asking."

"Then show me," she urged, desperation lacing her voice. "Show me who you are. Let me in."

He hesitated, his breathing ragged as he battled the demons inside him. But then, like a dam breaking, his facade crumbled. "You really want to see?"

"More than anything," Y/N said, her heart racing.

He stepped forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Then you need to understand that this isn't just about me. It's about the darkness that surrounds me. The legacy I can't escape."

Y/N's heart raced as she took in his words. "I'll stand by you, Mattheo. I won't let the darkness consume you."

He stepped back, shaking his head. "You don't know what you're saying. You think love can conquer all, but sometimes it just makes everything worse."

"Maybe," she replied, determination hardening her voice. "But I'd rather fight with you than lose you to the shadows."

Silence fell between them, heavy and charged. Then, in a moment of vulnerability, he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you, Y/N. I'm so afraid of becoming what I'm meant to be."

She stepped forward, closing the distance, her heart aching for him. "You have the power to choose who you want to be, Mattheo. You're not defined by your family. You can carve your own path."

He looked at her, hope flickering in his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. "But what if I fail?"

"Then we'll figure it out together," she said softly, reaching for his hand again. This time, he didn't pull away.

As their fingers intertwined, Y/N felt a spark of connection, a promise that they could face whatever darkness lay ahead. "I'm not going anywhere," she reiterated, her voice steady. "I believe in you."

Mattheo took a deep breath, uncertainty still swirling in his eyes, but there was something more—an ember of hope. "Then let's face it together," he finally said, the weight of his words heavy with promise.

In that moment, Y/N knew they had a long way to go, but for the first time, they were not alone. Together, they would navigate the shadows, and maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to the light.