Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Presents!

Warnings: fluffy!

Summary: about fluffy time of them wrapping presents together, opening their stockings, and presents! Supper fluffy!

Words: 827

The gentle hum of holiday music filled the cozy room, mingling with the scent of spiced cider and evergreen. Snow cascaded softly outside the frosted windowpanes of Mattheo Riddle's family manor, adding to the magical atmosphere. The fire in the hearth crackled warmly, its amber glow painting the room in soft hues of orange and gold.

You sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a roll of shimmering wrapping paper unspooling in your lap. Mattheo sat opposite you, his dark curls falling lazily over his forehead as he focused on cutting a piece of the same paper. His usual sharp demeanor was replaced by a rare softness that made your heart flutter.

"Are you sure this is how it's supposed to go?" Mattheo asked, holding up a slightly lopsided gift. The paper was crinkled in places, and the ribbon looked as though it had been tied by a house elf after too much butterbeer.

You laughed, a sound that immediately drew a smirk from him. "You're doing great, Mattheo. Really. But maybe... let me fix the ribbon."

He rolled his eyes playfully, handing you the package. "I'll admit defeat this time. You're the expert, after all."

With delicate fingers, you retied the ribbon into a perfect bow. "See? Easy."

Mattheo leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm as he watched you work. "You make everything look easy," he murmured, his dark eyes filled with an adoration that made your cheeks warm.

Before you could respond, a loud crinkle of paper brought your attention back to him. He was now attempting to wrap another gift—a small box—by bundling it in paper and securing it with far too much Spellotape.

"Okay, that is not how it's done," you teased, reaching over to take the box from him.

He held it out of your reach with a mischievous grin. "I thought it had... character."

"It looks like the box fought back and won," you giggled, lunging for it.

Mattheo caught your wrist gently, pulling you closer. "Fine, you win. But only if I get to help with the next one." His voice was low and teasing, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The two of you spent the next hour wrapping gifts together. Mattheo's attempts gradually improved, though he still insisted his messy, tape-covered packages were "charming." By the time you were done, the pile of presents beneath the Christmas tree was dazzling, adorned with shiny bows and glittering paper.

As the night deepened, you both collapsed onto the sofa, the warmth of the fire seeping into your skin. Mattheo handed you a stocking embroidered with your name, his own already sitting on his lap.

"Open it," he urged, his eyes glinting with excitement.

You reached into the stocking, pulling out an assortment of small but thoughtful gifts: your favorite candies, a tiny book of poems, and a delicate charm bracelet. Each item made your heart swell with love.

"Mattheo," you whispered, touched by how much care he'd put into each choice.

He shrugged nonchalantly, though a faint blush crept up his neck. "I just wanted to make sure you liked it."

"I love it," you said earnestly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Your turn," you added, nudging his stocking toward him.

Mattheo grinned as he dug into his stocking, pulling out small trinkets that reflected his personality—an enchanted quill, a set of silver cufflinks shaped like snakes, and a box of the rich dark chocolates he loved. But his favorite gift was at the bottom: a leather-bound journal embossed with his initials.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice hushed as he thumbed through the blank pages.

"You deserve it," you replied simply.

The final moment of the evening came when you exchanged the larger presents under the tree. Mattheo handed you a beautifully wrapped box, and when you opened it, your breath caught. Inside was a necklace with a delicate pendant shaped like a star, its tiny diamond center catching the firelight.

"Mattheo..."

He reached over to clasp it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. "Now you can always have a bit of light, even when it's dark."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you hugged him tightly.

In return, you handed him your gift—a sleek, enchanted watch that displayed not just the time, but also the phases of the moon and constellations.

"It reminded me of you," you said softly.

Mattheo smiled, his expression unusually tender. "It's perfect."

The rest of the night was spent tangled together on the sofa, basking in the warmth of the fire and the glow of each other's love. The gifts were wonderful, but the real treasure was the quiet, shared joy of being together in the most magical season of all.