"ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ." "ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ." "ᵂʰʸ?" "ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ." After Cedric Diggory's death and Voldemort's return, 𝐅𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 couldn't face returning to Hogwarts. Cedric wasn't just her brother, he was her home. So she vanished. For a year, she ignored all their letters. Then they stopped writing. Now back for sixth year. The girl who she was once was is gone. Quieter, colder, reckless, she drinks to forget, hides from dreams, and slips out long after dark. Friendships have shifted. Secrets linger. And no one is more dangerous than 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞, Voldemort's son, the boy she should never trust, not anymore, the boy who sees more than he should. Caught between her brother's memory and the boy she shouldn't want, 𝐅𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 must decide what she's willing to lose, before the war takes it all. ⊹ sixth year, war-time Hogwarts || Diggory × Riddle || forbidden love || friends to lovers || slow burn || yearning Discontinued for now (making some rewrites)

As alliances fracture and Lucerys Velaryon's claim is called into question, Rhaenyra Targaryen prepares for the inevitable: a war that will decide the fate of the Iron Throne. But while others wait for the first strike, she looks south-to Dorne, the one kingdom no dragon has ever subdued. Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen, was sent away as a child and quietly erased from court. In Dorne, however, she was loved by its people, trusted among its courts, she has grown into something far removed from the traditions of her house. Calm, observant, and dangerously charming, Visenya does not demand attention, she commands it. When Daemon is sent to secure Dorne's allegiance, he goes for his daughter. To bring her back into a family that barely remembers her, and to persuade her to stand with them when war finally comes. Only Jacaerys Velaryon refuses to be taken in. Where she is effortless, he is bound by duty. Where she is admired, he is expected to be perfect. He challenges her, questions her, resents the ease with which she moves through a world that weighs heavily on

"ᴵ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵗ." ⁻ ᴹ "ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱⁿᵉᵛⁱᵗᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ," ⁻ ᶜ "ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ." ⁻ ᴹ "ᴺᵒ, ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘ." ⁻ ᶜ "ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ," ⁻ ᴹ "ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵒᵗ," ⁻ ᶜ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ☆ 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 was shaped long before she could choose who to become. She learned early that emotion is weakness, hesitation is fatal, and power belongs only to those who can control it. A 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 sharpened by trauma and perfected through discipline. She was convinced of dark magic, the daughter of 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 and 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌, two bound beneath the Imperius Curse. ☆ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 at only 15 inherited the title of Dark Lord after his father's failed return, the wizarding world learned to fear him. Reckless. Brilliant. A 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 crowned too young. Cassiopeia rises through the ranks not through devotion, but precision. At Mattheo's side, bound by strategy rather than love, she becomes myth before she becomes woman, executioner, strategist, weapon. They are not a romance. They are an alignment. Two apex predators intertwined. If you are looking for something soft, something redeeming, something warm, this is not that story. ✦ 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒙 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉

(UNDERGOING REWRITING!) 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 feels the future on her skin, hears it in whisper through her veins and sees it burn behind her eyelids. but knowing what's coming has never saved her. not from the darkness blooming inside her like poison. not from the shadows of evan rosier's legacy. and certainly not from herself. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 has known elle since they were young and vowed to always protect her, even if that meant putting his life on the line for the girl he loves. he would do it over and over again. but as the year passes, the girl he once knew seems to shatter right as he manages to feel her in his palms. how far would you go for love? as a war brews and bloodlines rot from the inside out, elle's visions drag her deeper into secrets that could change everything. under the skin she's so desperate to keep human, something terrible is waiting to break free. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 friends to lovers // psychopath x m.r ✦480,000+ words 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 1 in #evanrosier 11/09

Locked away beneath Riddle Manor, Emris Nott is more than a prisoner, she is a weapon, forged from forbidden magic and haunted by voices no one else can hear. A creation born of dark experiments, her power is both her curse and her cage. Mattheo Riddle, son of the Dark Lord, was ordered to watch her, to study, to control, to ensure she never escapes. But as he witnesses the girl's defiance, her quiet pain, and the fragile sparks of humanity she refuses to surrender, cracks begin to form in his obedience. In the silence between them, something dangerous takes root, a truth neither of them can name. In a world built on betrayal and blood magic, Emris must survive the darkness inside her, and Mattheo must decide whether he is his father's son, or something far more dangerous. Because when the Dead Lord's shadow falls, love may be the most powerful curse of all. He was born of darkness. She was made from it. Together, they became the Devil's Captive. ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ♱ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even my Brother couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ #𝟏 mattheoriddle - 𝟶𝟹/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 #𝟏 harrypotteruniverse - 𝟶𝟾/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

" 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧.. " ─ Forbidden romance set in the shadow of rising darkness at Hogwarts. Dahlia Mallory, a sharp-witted Gryffindor with scars no one sees, crosses paths with Mattheo Riddle-the Dark Lord's son, feared by all and haunted by what he's becoming. As war brews outside and secrets unravel within, they are drawn together by a pull neither of them can explain and a danger they can't escape. But in a world where bloodlines define loyalty and love is a weakness, choosing each other might cost them everything.

1/2 A rumor about Margot Black (or y/n) and Mattheo Riddle sleeping together when in reality, they hated each other with a passion and wanted to be as far away from each other as they could. Margot Black, a sixth year Slytherin who had suffered the tragic loss of her father, Sirius Black, and was taken into the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Mattheo Riddle, a sixth year Slytherin who'd come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because he was a burden to his father, Voldemorts plans. What happens when Margot shows the boy who she despises most her true feelings and him what he's really hiding behind all that stubbornness? ⚠️⚠️Warnings: - Trauma - Abuse - Death - Violence - Harsh Language - Smut - SA - Drinking/Alcohol - Drugs - Overdose I did NOT create the character Mattheo Riddle. The creator is Yasmine Amaro. The Harry Potter characters belong to JKR. #3 Mattheo Riddle 11/22/22🏅 #2 Mattheo Riddle Fanfic 12/27/22🏅 #1 Tom Riddle Smut 04/18/23🏅

Mattheo Riddle LOATHES Nora Rosier. In his mind, she's a stuck-up, pureblood brat with a superiority complex granted only by her (admittedly) decent grades. Nora Rosier LOATHES Mattheo Riddle. In her mind, he's an arrogant prick with a superiority complex granted by his infamous father and (admittedly) decent Quidditch skills. Neither of them can stand being in the same room with each other. Well... until THAT night. The night that resulted in a multitude of passions they didn't think they could feel. The night that both of them want to forget but neither of them can stop thinking about. During the day, they go on hating each other as usual. But at night, their bodies explore each other in ways they could hardly dare to dream. It's perfect. Until Nora and Mattheo realize that, perhaps, there's more than hatred in their passion. Perhaps there's even (admittedly) a bit of love. Dusk & Desite is a romance with enemies with benefits to lovers, forced proximity, witty characters, academic rivals, and an infamous Seven Minutes in Heaven scene. It is book #4 in the Slytherin Boys Series but can be read as a standalone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Do you dirty talk to all of your girls?" "Just the ones I can't stand."

"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" Vivienne Nott was born into power. Quiet, calculated, and dangerously observant. As the younger twin of Theodore Nott, she learned early that in Slytherin, it's not about who speaks the loudest... but who plays the smartest game. And Vivienne? She never loses. Mattheo Riddle is chaos wrapped in charm. The younger brother of Tom Riddle, carrying a name that demands fear and a reputation he's more than willing to live up to. Where Vivienne is control, Mattheo is unpredictability. Where she calculates, he provokes. From the moment they met, it was war. Six years of sharp words, calculated sabotage, and silent battles fought in corridors and common rooms. Neither willing to bend. Neither willing to break. Until sixth year. Because something shifts. Lines blur. Glances linger too long. And the hatred they've built their identities on starts to feel dangerously close to something else. But in a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal is inevitable, getting close to a Riddle is more than reckless-it's deadly. And Vivienne Nott has one rule. Never trust someone who was raised to destroy. But rules were made to be broken.