Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Cuddles in the Common Room

Warnings: FLUFF

Summary: You get a little cold and Mattheo comes to the rescue!

Words: 821
The Slytherin common room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the green flames flickering in the ornate fireplace. It was late, and most of the house had either gone to bed or were off sneaking around the castle. Y/N sat curled up in the corner of the largest couch, a thick blanket draped over her shoulders.

She stared blankly at the fire, her thoughts swirling. It had been a rough day—one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. A sharp comment from a professor, a botched potion in class, and a group of overly loud classmates had left her feeling drained and invisible.

The warmth of the fire wasn't enough to chase away the chill she felt inside.

Unbeknownst to her, Mattheo Riddle had just entered the room. He paused when he spotted her sitting alone, her normally composed demeanor replaced by a slumped posture and distant expression. Mattheo wasn't one to pry, but something about seeing Y/N like this tugged at him.

Silently, he walked over and sat down beside her. She stiffened slightly, but she didn't look at him or move away.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. "Something like that."

Mattheo tilted his head, studying her. "You don't look like yourself. What's wrong?"

She sighed, her eyes still fixed on the flames. "Nothing. Just tired, I guess."

"Tired doesn't make you sit here looking like the world's about to end," he said gently. "Come on, Y/N. Talk to me."

She finally glanced at him, her eyes betraying the weight she was carrying. "It's nothing, Mattheo. Really. Just... one of those days."

He nodded, not pushing further. Instead, he reached for the hem of his sweater and tugged it off. Underneath, he wore a simple black t-shirt, and the sweater still carried the faint scent of his cologne and the outdoors.

"Here," he said, holding it out to her.

She blinked, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"You look cold," he replied simply. "Take it."

Y/N hesitated but eventually reached out and took the sweater. It was oversized and warm, and as she slipped it over her head, it felt like being wrapped in a comforting hug. She pulled the sleeves over her hands and let out a quiet sigh.

"Better?" Mattheo asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the crackling of the fire the only sound. Then, slowly, Mattheo shifted closer.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low, as he gently placed an arm around her shoulders.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. It's okay."

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm securely around her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was strangely calming, and she felt herself beginning to relax for the first time all day.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Mattheo said softly. "But whatever it is, I'm here. You're not alone."

Y/N closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. "Thank you," she murmured.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, the weight of her day gradually lifting as she soaked in the warmth and comfort of his presence.

At some point, Mattheo tilted his head down, his voice a gentle murmur against her hair. "You know, I don't like seeing you like this."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "Like what?"

"Like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders," he said, his dark eyes filled with genuine concern. "You don't have to do that, Y/N. Not when I'm around."

A small, tired smile broke across her lips. "You're surprisingly sweet when you want to be, Riddle."

He smirked. "Don't tell anyone. It'll ruin my reputation."

She laughed softly, the sound light and airy. It was the first time she'd laughed all day, and Mattheo felt a flicker of pride for being the one to bring it out of her.

"Promise me something," he said after a moment.

"What?"

"If you're ever feeling like this again, come to me. Don't sit here and stew by yourself. Deal?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "Deal."

"Good," he said, tightening his hold on her. "Because I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. You're stuck with me."

As the fire continued to crackle and the common room remained silent, Y/N found herself drifting off to sleep in his arms. For the first time that day, she felt truly safe. And as Mattheo rested his chin lightly on top of her head, he made a silent vow to always be there for her—no matter what.