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Hi! I hope you're okay! I loved what you wrote, and I have a question: how would the Slyterin boys react to a girl kissing them out of nowhere (maybe as a dare)? I'm dying to read more of your fanfics. I'm a huge fan of the enemies/tension...❤️ We love you!

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react part three

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : enemies with tension ( he wants you )

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : blaise zabini, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ warnings : none

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ note : TYSM I LOVE YOU TOO!! im so happy you are enjoying my posts 🫠 i love making them for you and i hope you like this one!

⠀ ⠀ ┊scenario : request — It started as a stupid game in the Slytherin common room — someone’s bright idea to play truth or dare after curfew. The fire crackled lazily, casting warm shadows across green stone walls, and you were already regretting letting your friends rope you in. You’d handled every truth and dare thrown your way with a smirk — until that one.

“I dare you,” Pansy said, eyes glittering mischievously, “to kiss the one Slytherin boy you can’t stand.”

The room went quiet. You could feel their gazes flicking between you and him — the one you argued with in class, traded insults with in the corridors, the one whose smirk always made your heart beat faster no matter how much you denied it. He was lounging across the room, perfectly relaxed, as if he’d been waiting for this exact moment. That same infuriatingly confident look on his face that said go on, then.

And before you could think better of it — maybe it was pride, maybe adrenaline — you stood, crossed the room, and grabbed him by the collar. The kiss was quick, impulsive, a spark of something you didn’t have time to name. When you pulled back, the room erupted in gasps and laughter — but all you could focus on was him, and the look in his eyes that said the game had just changed.

Blaise Zabini

He blinks once, twice—then that slow, knowing smirk slides into place. “So that’s how you ask for my attention now?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s heat behind it. When you try to pull back, his hand ghosts over your waist, stopping you. “Careful, amore, I might start thinking you actually wanted to.”

Tom Riddle

For a full second, he freezes. No one touches Tom Riddle uninvited—ever. But when you step back, breathless, the sharp edge in his gaze softens into something darker. “A dare?” he repeats, voice silk-smooth. “How disappointing. I was almost convinced you’d finally given in.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Next time, don’t hide behind excuses.”

Mattheo Riddle

You barely finish pulling away before he laughs, that reckless, boyish grin lighting up his face. “Merlin, you’ve got guts.” Then he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath on your lips again. “Thing is, sweetheart, you can’t just do that and walk away. I think it’s only fair I get a turn.”

Draco Malfoy

He goes completely still, eyes wide for a heartbeat before he covers it with a scoff. “You— you kissed me?” His cheeks are tinged pink despite the smug tilt to his chin. “If this was some kind of joke, it’s a bloody effective one.” Then, quieter, so only you can hear: “Because now I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.”

Theodore Nott

Theo doesn’t say anything right away. He just watches you, that lazy smirk curving his lips while his thumb brushes his jaw. “Didn’t know you were that bold, sweetheart.” There’s a glint in his eyes—half-amused, half-hungry. “But next time you do that…” he leans closer, voice dropping to a murmur, “…don’t run off so fast.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

He looks stunned for a split second, then laughs under his breath, the sound low and warm. “A dare, huh? Guess I should be flattered.” His teasing smile softens when he catches your embarrassed expression. “Relax, darling. I won’t tell anyone.” He pauses, gaze lingering on your lips. “Though, for the record… you didn’t have to be dared.”

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࣪⠀⠀🐍⠀⠀ ׅ　theodore nott ☠︎

fic teaser

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : innocent hufflepuff x dirty minded theodore

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : y/n + theodore nott mentions of the other slytherins (mattheo, tom,enzo,draco pansy, blaise, daphne)

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ warnings : self deprecating behavior, alcohol, fights, partying, smoking, smut, rough, ropes, corruption kinks, size kinks & probably more

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ setting : halloween party in the slytherin house common room & slytherin dorms

Y/N is a kind-hearted and highly popular Hufflepuff girl at Hogwarts, admired by students from all houses for her warmth and friendliness. She is often perceived as “perfect"—her cheerful demeanor, excellent grades, and stellar Quidditch skills contribute to her reputation. However, beneath this façade, she grapples with the pressures of maintaining her image and the need to fit in with her peers.

Theodore Nott, a discreet and enigmatic Slytherin student known for his sharp wit and quiet confidence, crosses her path. Everyone in the school knows of him and his group of close friends—fellow Slytherins who are often seen as mysterious or violent. Yet, despite his notoriety, few truly know Theodore on a personal level. Y/N begins to wonder if their interactions are purely superficial or if there’s potential for more meaningful connections beyond reputations.

Will they see past the labels and discover each other's true selves? Can their burgeoning friendship—or perhaps something deeper—survive the pressures of their societal images?

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who should i write about

tom riddle

mattheo riddle

theodore nott

lorenzo berkshire

draco malfoy

Voting ended onOct 15, 2025

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THEO WINS!! new halloween fic coming soon

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who should i write about

tom riddle

mattheo riddle

theodore nott

lorenzo berkshire

draco malfoy

Voting ended onOct 15, 2025

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react part two

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : dating

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : blaise zabini, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ warnings : no major warnings , some slides are slightly nsfw insinuating dom/sub dynamics (not much)

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ scenario : you call them “good boy” after they help you with something

TOM RIDDLE

He looks at you like he’s trying to decide whether to be offended or intrigued.

“Good boy?” You smirk. “You were.”

There’s a long, heavy pause—then that slow, dark smile appears. You look at him slightly worried that he may overreact but instead, he moved closer circling you like a predator. Stopping in front of you. “Curious— no one has been bold enough to speak to me in such a way before“ he spoke in that deep low voice that sent chills down your spine. His hand moved to trace a finger along the curve of your jawline. “Yet I find myself— intrigued by the way you say it” your heart skipped a beat as you stared up at him. That dangerous smile made your knees weak. “Say it again love and I'll show you just how good I am”

MATTHEO RIDDLE

He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise as he stared at you, as if his brain had just malfunctioned. His gaze was intense and fixated, revealing a mixture of shock and admiration. Before you could even process what was happening, he was suddenly right in front of you, his hands gently resting on your waist as he dropped to his knees with a slow, deliberate motion.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and strained, betraying how deeply affected he was by the simple praise. Even he hadn’t expected to be so impacted by such a small compliment “You're a good boy,” you repeated softly, your hand gently running through his messy, tousled curls, fingers tangling gently in the soft strands. Mattheos’s resolve crumbled entirely as he looked up at you, his expression vulnerable and seeking reassurance. For the rest of the day, your usually cold and reserved boyfriend was unusually clingy, his usual composure replaced by an uncharacteristic tenderness and dependence.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Lorenzo blinks at you in confusion, then bursts out laughing. “Did you just call me—?”

You nod innocently. He shakes his head, still chuckling, cheeks a little pink. “Don't let anyone hear that I have a reputation—“ he said softly as he moved closer to you gently wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into a hug. “—but I like it when it's you saying it”

You smiled softly and hugged him back. For the rest of the day, he was discreetly hoping you'd say it again.

BLAISE ZABINI

Blaise tilts his head slightly to the side, a subtle smirk spreading across his lips, which curl into that smooth, knowing smile that never fails to unsettle. “Damn right I am,” he states proudly, confidently. This boy is undeniably so cocky that his attitude persists for the rest of the day, impressing and irritating those around him.

“Y/n... can I get a chocolate frog? You know, since I'm a good boy,” he asks smugly, voice dripping with playful innocence. You roll your eyes, but with a gentle sigh, you hand him the shiny, wrapper-covered chocolate frog. “You're going to make me regret it, aren't you?” you reply, your tone light and teasing. Blaise smirks and bats his lashes innocently, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You started it,” he says softly, his smile widening as he clearly enjoys this.

THEODORE NOTT

Theo goes quiet. A faint smile flickers before he hides it behind his hand.

“You can’t just say stuff like that.”

He pretends it’s nothing, but you catch the little dimple when he looks away. The next day, he does something small and helpful—then side-eyes you and murmurs, “Well? Aren’t you gonna say it again?”

DRACO MALFOY

He freezes like you just hit him with a spell. His ears turn pink instantly, and he clears his throat, trying to act unaffected.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.”

The way he stumbles over the words ruins his composure completely. He’ll roll his eyes and mutter something about you being insufferable, but later? He’s 100% thinking about it, replaying the tone in his head like it’s a secret.

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࣪⠀⠀⠀ ׅ　fake texts ⚔️

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : enemies with tension

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : blaise zabini, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

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࣪⠀⠀🐍⠀⠀ ׅ　slytherin boys ☠︎

react part one

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : enemies with tension ( he wants you )

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : blaise zabini, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ warnings : none

You're at a lively Slytherin house party, the music pulsates through the dimly lit common room, and drinks flow freely as everyone relaxes and makes mistakes. That's when you see him—the guy who gets on your nerves more than anyone else. He's the one you love to tease and annoy just to see his reaction, even though you know you shouldn’t want to feel this way. The flickering green lights catches his sly smile as he turns his gaze toward you, igniting a mix of irritation and undeniable attraction within you.

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Tom Riddle

The room goes quiet the moment he notices.

Tom doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. But you can feel his gaze, sharp as a curse. It cuts through laughter, through the bass, through you.

Every instinct says you should stop. But you don’t. You want him to react. You want to see that perfect mask crack.

And when you finally jump down, he’s waiting — still, composed, terrifyingly calm.

“Enjoyed yourself?” he asks softly.

You shrug. “Jealous?”

He steps closer. Too close. His breath ghosts your ear. “No. Just deciding what to do with someone who doesn’t know when to stop tempting me.”

And when he leaves, your pulse doesn’t slow for a long, long time.

Draco Malfoy

At first, he laughs — that smug, cruel sound he uses when he wants to get under your skin. But the second your hips move to the music, that laugh dies. His eyes flick up, and suddenly he’s not mocking. He’s watching. When another boy whistles, Draco’s jaw tightens so hard you can see it from across the room.

He storms closer, his voice low and sharp. “Get down before someone else gets ideas.”

You smirk, tilt your chin. “What do you care, Malfoy?”

His hand catches your wrist — not rough, but firm enough to pull you off balance. “Because I’m the only one allowed to look at you like that.”

And then he’s gone, like he didn’t just admit something he’ll deny tomorrow.

Mattheo Riddle

It’s his idea. His dare. His grin.

“Go on, doll. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts.”

So you do it — because you never let him win. The music pounds, the room spins, and for once you have the upper hand.

Until someone says your name — the wrong person, the wrong tone — and suddenly Mattheo’s grin is gone.

He’s at the edge of the table, eyes dark, voice low enough only you can hear. “You made your point. Get down.”

You laugh, teasing, “What’s wrong, Riddle? Didn’t think I’d actually do it?”

His hand closes around your ankle, heat and warning all in one. “I didn’t think I’d have to watch someone else enjoy it.”

And for a second, you can’t breathe — not because you’re scared, but because you suddenly want to know what it would feel like if he didn’t let go.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He’s laughing, shouting your name, telling everyone to move aside like it’s a show. You roll your eyes, but he’s glowing — that big, reckless grin lighting up the room.

Then someone says something crude.

It’s instant — the switch. His grin fades. His eyes snap toward the guy, voice low and dangerous. “Say that again.”

You freeze. He doesn’t. He steps onto the table beside you, facing the crowd, one hand on your waist. “If you’re going to stare, you better remember whose eyes she dances for.”

He means it as a tease, but there’s something burning behind it. Something that says he’s not joking anymore.

Theodore Nott

Theo’s sitting back, pretending to be bored, cigarette between his lips, eyes half-lidded. But you can feel him watching. Always watching.

When someone offers you a hand to steady yourself, Theo’s chair scrapes the floor — loud. Dangerous. He doesn’t speak until he’s standing right below you, looking up with that lazy half-smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Careful, princess. Fall from there and I might not catch you.”

You lean down just to taunt him. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

He takes a slow drag, exhales through a grin. “I don’t.”

But later, when you almost lose your balance, he’s already there, hand around your thigh, steadying you before anyone else can move.

Blaise Zabini

He doesn’t cheer. He doesn’t speak. Just watches — that slow, dangerous kind of stare that feels like a touch.

When you spin, his gaze drags up your legs, your waist, your throat — unhurried, deliberate. It’s infuriating.

So you smile sweetly and wave at someone else, just to see if he’ll react.

He’s in front of you before you can blink. “Play that game and ill have to remind you who you belong too.”

You tilt your head, all innocence. “You jealous, Zabini?”

He smirks, but it’s sharp. “No, sweetheart. I’m possessive. There’s a difference.”

And the way he says it makes your stomach flip.

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