#O.W.L.S.

[person25]

Barty you will always be a ravenclaw with pathetic daddy issues to me🫶

[otrtbs]

real talk tho, what the fuck are the hogswarts class schedules and why are they so hard to figure out ??????????

[tarrarre]

I really believe the secret to academic success is thinking "WWHM" (What Would Hermione Do) and then doing it

[marvelgirlstories]

This is my first fanfic (posted on Tumblr)! Hope you like it. I will welcome suggestions to make it better ❤️

Have fun! 🥰

George Weasley x reader (female)

Comfort

350 Words

Warnings: Bit of bad language, crying

Lots of fluff ♥️

You were in the library, studying for a test. Yes, O.W.L.s were happening and you had potions tomorrow. Of course you were nervous as fuck, because you were terrible at potions. Suddenly someone hugged you from behind and you squealed. You were so concentrated, that you didn't find someone behind you. "George", you groaned. You didn't mean to be rude but you've been sat at the same table for hours and you were really tired. "Hey, gorgeous. Grumpy are we?", he asked, as he moved you round so you were facing him."Sorry.I've just been studying so much for potions and..." You trailed off as he hugged you again. "Hey, it's ok", he said rubbing circles on your back, knowing how stressed you were. "You're coming with me", he said lifting you up out of your chair. "But my work and..." He cut you of with a sweet kiss. Then, leaving your stuff behind l, he snuck you into his dorm.

Luckily there was nobody there. When you were there he set you down on his bed. "Now love, what's the matter?", he asked. Your heart melted at the simple question. He could tell there was something wrong. "I know you are hiding it, please tell me.", he added. And that sentence was the last straw. You broke. Everything that was on your mind came out, even if it made no sense at all. George, being a loving boyfriend, simply held you through your tears. After a while, when you had said everything that was on your mind, he pushed you back on the bed but never let go of you. "Don't worry, love. It will be all over in a couple of days and we can relax. You should get some sleep" "Don't leave me", you said. "Of course not, gorgeous"

You fell asleep very quickly and slept in his dorm the whole night. George made sure you were asleep before saying goodnight, pulling you in and after kissing your forehead, he fell asleep too.

Let's just say that after a good night's sleep you aces the potions O.W.L. with an E (Exceeds Expectations).

I hope you liked it. Sorry, it's so short. I am open for requests if anyone wants anything ❤️🩷

[spellboundscroll]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒪𝒲𝐿𝓈: 𝒯𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 (𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤) 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒��𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔. ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤!

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℍ𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕤. 𝕋𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤-𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤. 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤, 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝. 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟-𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥-𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪. 𝕌𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝔸 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥. 𝔽𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤. 𝕌𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕟-𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕟��𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕁𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕖𝕤!

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝔼𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤-𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕟-𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩. 𝔼𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕌𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤.

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤. 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕’𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕤' 𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤. ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣.

𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕤 (𝔻.𝔸.𝔻.𝔸.) 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝-𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕁𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔻.𝔸.𝔻.𝔸. 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖.

𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤; 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤.

𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔, 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕤. ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕤—𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘—𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥.

𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜, 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝔹𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆𝕎𝕃𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝. 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!

[ask-magical-total-drama]

Would it be rude of me to ask what the 6th and 7th years o.w.l grades were. And I don’t mean how many they got I mean like for example did they get an A in transfigurations or an O in D.A.D.A

Yeah, that's a lot of different grades for a lot of different people. Try picking someone and—

I GOT O's IN EVERYTHING!

We know, Courtney.

[iamgayforyourmom1510]

he got 12 O.W.L.S for a fucking reason

Barty: Shower thoughts Barty: If 666 is evil then 25.806975801127 is the root of all evil Regulus: Do you have a fucking calculator in your shower?!

[childofsquidward]

Books I Read In 2022 (and by read I mean actually liked)

Heartstopper, Vol. 1 by Alice Oseman

"You're just gonna assume they're a she?"

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Okay, yeah, it took me forever and a half to finally read this - leave me alone. I don’t know why, but it was so hard for me to rate this book (maybe because it’s the first book and more often than not, my ratings for books definitely change if I end up re-reading them). It’s such a sweet, simple love story on the surface, but once you get deeper into the story there’s a lot more to it.

My personal favourite art moments even though I know nothing about art:

Charlie’s face the first time he ever sees Nick, right before their eyes meet. I never knew that ‘awestruck’ could be captured through art in such a way, I don’t know how else to describe his face.

The panel with Charlie’s anxiety over why Nick’s talking to him (given his friend group and the fact that he’s a popular guy who’s a year older) did hit a little too close to home. (Middle school was not kind to me and absolutely gave me a complex, no follow-ups.)

I love the art on page 21 where Nick’s asking to be friends; there’s ink dripping from his hand and you can see leaves forming from the ink droplets - it’s just good art.

I love the broken panels on pg. 71 as kind of like a way to emphasize Charlie’s inner struggle where on the one hand he’s healing after having befriended Nick, but he’s still getting texts from Ben basically harassing him and doesn’t know how to end that relationship. 

Their first kiss was actually perfect, it’s one of the sweetest first kiss moments I’ve ever seen, I adore them - Alice Oseman all my love to you for the art behind that kiss.

I loved seeing their journal entries at the end!

Favourite moments in general, in no particular order (I think):

Nick noticing Charlie more and more with each new thing he learns - first that he’s such a fast runner and then he plays drums too.

Nick punching Ben.

“Sorry!” // “You know, you say sorry a lot.” - One of my favourite NickxCharlie moments actually, I feel like this type of dialogue can even be considered as its own trope where you have a people pleaser prone to apologizing for things that are not their fault who meets someone determined to not let them be used by others and lift them up.

“I fell for a straight boy… haha…” - oof, I felt that ‘haha’ in my soul

Tori popping out from literally the beyond to tell Charlie that she doesn’t think that Nick is straight is very in character and big sisterly of her.

Not the ‘am i gay’ quizzes! Been there dude, right after I saw Michelle Trachtenberg in Ice Princess, it was a whole thing.

The hug after they won the rugby match!

A good old ‘their eyes find each other from across the crowded room’ moment.

A bisexual man having a crush on a lesbian once upon a time is a canon event I fear.

Everybody hates Harry Greene but still showed up to his birthday party, that’s so funny actually. I mean, I would’ve showed up too - he’s rich rich. That party location is what some people save up to have their wedding at, truly. (the art for it was gorgeous) 

Tara is so real for immediately liking Nick because he told off Harry at his own birthday party, I can’t wait to see how this friendship develops!

General Thoughts:

I love how they tease each other!

Well, I understand rugby now, so thank you Nick.

I love the teachers, especially Miss Singh!

Sai is my favourite of Nick’s friends so far, Otis seems chill too (when he doesn’t accidentally stereotype). Christian probably means well.

Fuck Ben Hope (omg Nick hit him again)

[bennersaysitsfoodtime]

I am at an O.WL.S retreat right now if you don't know what that is it is basically just learning about nature with a trip to the boundarie waters at the end through 4-H. And this therian(I will call them this because I don't want to accidentally dead name them in the future) brought their masks here and thus annoying boy stool it twice and took it(just the elastic thankfully) and that is all that I know that happened I am pissed on their behalf and really tired goodnight.

[rosie-posie1313]

Draco Malfoy Fic Recs I 🐍

New Beginnings by @sapphicwhxre

Not Really Mine by @gobletofweasleys

Draco Malfoy Masterlist by @iliveiloveiwrite

Do You Know? By @omg-imatotalmess

Worthy by @thegryffindorprincess

Possessive by @potterlyimagines

Shake On It  by @avnkin

Wardrobe Malfunction by  @avnkin

It’s Only Quidditch by @adorerdraco

New Me by @fanfics4all

I don’t have a name for this by @delilahsroses

Whole Lot of Red by @adorerdraco

Not My Type (Like You) by @adorerdraco

You by @socontagiousimagines

Im here by @adorerdraco

Two In A Bed by @thegryffindorprincess

Being Draco’s Best Friend and Crush Would Include by @mellowsobri

Not What It Seems by @avnkin

SHE by @ginnyweasely

Skin  by @mirclealignr

Ravishing by @afeb

saccharine sunshine. By @thepuffyeyedpuff

looking at the moon, but seeing you by @rekrappeter

you don’t love me the way you love her by @theshiningg

Bored  by @malfoysstilinski

Draco Malfoy Oneshots Masterlist by  @Sapphicwhxre 

Draco Malfoy Masterlist by  @iliveiloveiwrite

Ravenwood by @will-on-the-internet

I Am Home by @afeb

dating draco malfoy would include… by @reidsmalfoy

Demanding Little Thing by @nebulablakemurphy

Potent by @baby-blossoms

sweatshirt by @badfvith

Distractions and O.W.L.S by @adorerdraco

Not Funny by @pufflyhallows

Not Funny by @somenewsarah

My Moon by @afeb

Dating Draco Malfoy would include.. By @essenceoflumos

engraved  by @dracowars

Kiss It Better by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics

sweet mornings  by @scvrllet

Stargazing by @scvrllet

in her debt by @mirclealignr

Bad Faith  by @nebulablakemurphy

Betrothed by @somenewsarah

Close by @dracoscene

Connections by @randomoutsiders

YOU AND ME  by @dracoscene

back off  by @scvrllet

Spoiled  by @wondernimbus

four a.m by @malfoysstilinski

two sworn enemies by @wondernimbus

Yours and Mine; by @occlumencyneville

Healing Heart by @adorerdraco

the greatest seducer by @youralwaysandforever

Beautiful Ghosts by @missdawnandherdusk

Scars by @fuckingjimin

The Basilisk by @coffee-imagines

My Son by @miamlfy

Masterlist  by @socontagiousimagines

Happy Memories; by @occlumencyneville

Something There by @wizardwritings

Protective by @daydreaming-away-reality

Amortentia by @elena-reina

everything you didn’t say by @wondernimbus

Breaking point  by @wondernimbus

The bet by @shysneeze

Umbridge; by @occlumencyneville

Battleground by @wondernimbus

another summer morning by @wondernimbus

Rita Skeeter by @drac-ho

Fake kisses by @harrysweasleys

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include.... By @siriusly-lovely

Drowning  by @wreckofawriter

Maybe  by @wondernimbus

Words hurt  by @elena-reina

[marauder-misprint]

More James Potter pleasseeee. I'm literally begging. I've never loved a fanfic more, but you only have the one of him :_(

I'm glad you loved Broom Polish! Here is a second James fic! I promise I'm trying to write more for him ❤︎

Crossword

James Potter x fem!reader

567 words

cw: fluff

“I need a five letter word for arrogant…” you say to no one in particular as you do the crossword in your Daily Prophet. 

“Oh, that’s easy,” Marlene says, leaning over your shoulder to look at the puzzle. “James. J-A-M-E-S.”

“What’s up, ladies?” James asks, perking up at the mention of his name. 

Sirius, Remus and Peter go quiet as James turns his body more toward you and Marlene. Marlene gives him a saccharine smile.

“Five letter word for arrogant,” Marlene says. 

Lily chokes back a laugh as James gasps. The boys are also holding laughter. 

“Am not!”

“Just a suggestion,” Marlene replies with a shrug.

“What about cocky?” Mary suggests.

“Or lofty,” Lily adds. 

“Proud?” Remus pipes in.

You hum as you look over the puzzle. 

“Sadly, it’s going to either Mary or Lils. I have a ‘y’ in the down,” you announce. “But for the record, all of those words are synonyms.”

“Even James?” Marlene teases, still smiling that sickly sweet yet knowing smile. 

You reflect that smile. “Even James.”

James scoffs as he turns back away from you. The girls around you are reduced to giggles as the boys return to the conversation that was interrupted, although the other boys seem just as amused as the girls. 

After breakfast, everyone heads to classes. You take up the back of the group, having taken a few seconds longer to shove your paper into your bag. You’re shocked when James falls into step with you rather than intermingling among the rest of the group, namely Lily who was at the front of the group.

“You don’t really think I’m that arrogant, do you?” he asks, keeping his voice steady but low. He sounded confident but not wanting the others to really hear him.

You give him a sideways glance.

“So what if I do? It’s warranted.”

“Is it?”

“I’d say you’re pretty damn conceited. And it was Marlene who suggested it first.”

James sighs. “You hurt me, love.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself then, James.”

“But I’m great!”

“What makes you so great? Convince me.”

“Might be a prefect but I am Quidditch captain. And I’m great at Quidditch. You’d know that if you went to a match.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been to matches.”

“So you know I’m the best on the pitch,��� he says with a nod. “And I’m bloody brilliant. E’s and O’s on my O.W.L.s.”

“Which surprised us all.”

“I earn a bunch of house points too!”

You snort a laugh. “You lose more than you earn. Don’t forget that!”

He smiles down at you. “Only in the most entertaining ways though. You have to admit that you enjoy our pranks.”

“Only when they don’t actually harm someone.”

James shrugs in a way to say ‘if that’s what you think.’

“Oh!” he exclaims, stopping in his tracks which causes you to stop in yours to give him a confused look. “I’m also sexy and an amazing kisser.”

You cross your arms over your chest. The group didn’t notice that you two had stopped walking and continued on their way to class. 

“There’s that conceitedness, James. You can’t just declare yourself sexy and an amazing kisser.”

“Hm… Care to prove me wrong?” he asks, glancing around the hallway before pulling you into a closet. “I have an eleven letter phrase for a good place to snog.” (broom closet)

[sadnymi]

Alibi.

Slytherin boys x reader ( platonic) , Theodore Nott x reader ( not so platonic)

Summary: Summary: You accidentally got yourself involved in some Slytherin boys' drama.

I was deep in the forest, kneeling on a bed of pine needles, my hands clasped in prayer. The air was still, the only sound was the whispering of leaves above. I was right in the middle of asking for some divine intervention in my life when, out of nowhere, something heavy crashed into me from behind.

I was flattened to the ground with a shriek, my thoughts of divinity abruptly replaced with panic. "Merlin's beard! What in the name of—" I twisted around, ready to fend off whatever forest creature had decided to tackle me.

But it wasn’t a creature. It was Theodore Nott, one of the Slytherins. And he was bleeding. Profusely.

He groaned, clutching his side. "Sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Sorry? You're bleeding all over me!" I squealed, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy and I was too flustered.

"Calm down, will you?" he said, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who looked like they'd been in a fight with a hippogriff and lost. "It's just a little blood."

"A little blood?" I shrieked again. "It looks like you were stabbed! Wait, were you stabbed?"

He winced. "Yeah, probably. Can you stop screaming? You're making my head hurt."

"Stop screaming? You literally fell out of nowhere, bleeding to death on top of me! Of course, I'm screaming!" I finally managed to wriggle out from under him, kneeling beside him in the dirt. "Who did this to you?"

He groaned again, his face pale. "Don't know. Didn't exactly stop to ask."

I fumbled in my bag for my wand, hands shaking. "Okay, okay, just... just hold still. I’m going to try to stop the bleeding." I pointed my wand at his wound, but then my mind went blank. "Uh, what's the spell again?"

Theodore groaned, but this time it sounded more exasperated than pained. "Episkey. It's Episkey."

"Right, right," I muttered, feeling my face heat up. "Episkey!" The wound didn't heal completely, but at least the bleeding stopped.

Just then, we heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned, ready to scream again, and out stumbled none other than Mattheo Riddle, his face splattered with blood.

I let out another scream, louder this time. "What is it with Slytherins and blood today?"

Theodore winced. "Can you stop screaming? You're going to attract every creature in this forest."

Mattheo, looking a mix of annoyed and amused, glanced between us. "What in Merlin's name is going on here? Why are you screaming?"

"That's what I want to know!" I said, throwing my hands up. "First, he crashes into me, bleeding all over, and now you show up looking like you’ve been in a bloodbath."

Theodore groaned again, trying to sit up. "Mattheo, could you do us a favor and not kill her with another heart attack? She's already a mess."

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Calm down. This isn't my blood." He knelt beside Theodore, checking his wound. "How bad is it?"

Theodore waved him off. "Don't worry. The boy who did this is already dead. I killed him after he stabbed me."

My eyes went wide, and I started to hyperventilate. "You killed a boy? You actually killed someone? Oh my God, we're all going to Azkaban! I was just praying, and now I'm an accessory to murder! What if they find the body? What if they use Veritaserum on us? I can't go to Azkaban, I haven't even finished my O.W.L.s! Oh God, oh God, oh God—"

Theodore, clearly at the end of his patience, slapped his hand over my mouth. "Can you please stop talking for one minute? You're not helping."

I kept mumbling behind his hand, my eyes wide with panic. He glared at me. "Why can't you just shut up for once?" He looked at Mattheo. "A little help here?"

Mattheo smirked, watching the scene unfold. "You seem to have it under control, Theo."

"Seriously," Theodore grumbled, pulling his hand away. "We're in the middle of a forest, I'm bleeding, and she's having a meltdown about Azkaban. Can this day get any worse?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I was just praying for some divine intervention, not a bloody crime scene!"

"Well, you got it," Theodore said dryly. "Now help me up, and let's get out of here before something else happens."

As we struggled to get Theodore to his feet, I couldn't help but mutter a quick prayer under my breath. "Please, if anyone's listening, just get us out of this mess."

Theodore chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Just as we managed to get Theodore to his feet, the forest seemed to come alive with movement.

From the shadows emerged a group of masked men, all dressed in ominous black cloaks. My heart sank. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered.

Theodore groaned. "What now?"

Mattheo's eyes narrowed. "This day just keeps getting better."

I had a full-blown breakdown. "Who are they? What do they want? Why is this happening?" I shrieked, clutching Theodore's arm as the masked men closed in.

The leader of the group, his voice muffled by the mask, pointed at me. "Grab the girl!"

I promptly hid behind Theodore, using him as a human shield. "Why me? I don’t even know what’s going on! I was just praying! Praying! I didn't ask for this! Why would anyone want to grab me? I don't know anything! I'm not important! I was just trying to—"

The leader looked slightly puzzled. "You must be important if you're here."

"What?" I spluttered. "No, this is just some weird punishment because I sneaked out of Hogwarts! I was having a terrible week and needed some divine intervention, so I came to the forest to pray for guidance and peace and—"

"I don't give a fuck," the leader snapped, gesturing to his men. "Grab her!"

The masked men advanced, and Theodore stepped in front of me. "No one will touch her," he said, his wand raised despite his injury.

Mattheo mirrored his stance, wand also at the ready.

I peeked out from behind Theodore, still rambling. "Seriously, this is all a misunderstanding. I was just praying because I failed my Potions test, and Professor Snape looked like he wanted to turn me into a newt, and then my cat got sick, and I just needed some clarity in my life, so I thought, 'Why not go to the forest and pray?' But then Theo crashed into me, bleeding everywhere, and now you guys show up looking like Death Eaters on a budget! This is just a cosmic joke, right?"

The leader looked exasperated. "Shut her up."

One of the masked men tried to grab me, but Theodore and Mattheo both fired off stunning spells, sending the attacker flying back.

Theodore turned his head slightly toward me, his eyes serious. "You need to stop talking now."

I nodded, clamping my mouth shut, but my mind was still racing. "This has to be some kind of punishment," I whispered. "Why else would this be happening? Maybe I angered a forest spirit or something."

Theodore rolled his eyes. "Or maybe it's just bad luck. Now, please, stay quiet and let us handle this."

The leader, looking frustrated, signaled for the rest of his men to attack. "Get them all!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying silently. "Please, let this be over soon. And if we survive, I promise I'll never sneak out of Hogwarts again. Or pray in the forest. Or—"

Before I could finish my desperate plea, a figure appeared from the shadows and stabbed the leader in the chest. The leader collapsed, revealing none other than Lorenzo Berkshire, better known as Enzo, looking out of breath and slightly bewildered.

"Sorry, guys," Enzo panted, wiping the dagger on his sleeve. "There was this dragon—well, maybe it was a big bird. Hard to tell in the dark.“

Mattheo and Theodore wasted no time, seizing the moment of confusion. They grabbed the nearest masked men and swiftly dispatched them with a combination of spells and physical blows. The remaining attackers fled into the darkness, clearly not eager to meet the same fate as their leader.

Enzo, looking around at the chaos, spotted me and raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute. Is this Y/N from Charms class? What are you doing out here?"

Before I could launch into my explanation, Theodore sighed and muttered, "Here we go again."

"I was just praying," I began "Well, I had the worst week ever. First, I failed my Potions test, then my cat got sick, and I just thought maybe if I could get some peace in the forest—"

Theo turned looked me dead in the eyes then slapped his hand over my mouth, his expression one of exasperated patience. "I swear, if I hear one more word about praying or forest spirits... or Potions tests or your cat, I'm going to lose it."

I gazed up at him, ready to argue, but then something struck me. His eyes. They were a striking shade of blue, filled with intensity and a hint of something softer, something...beautiful. I blinked, momentarily speechless.

Enzo, clearly amused by the whole situation, leaned over to Mattheo. "Is she always like this?"

Mattheo smirked. "Pretty much."

Theodore, still holding his hand over my mouth, looked at me with a mix of annoyance and something else I couldn't quite place. I nodded slowly, my panic subsiding slightly as I got lost in those mesmerizing eyes.

Finally, Theodore removed his hand, and I took a deep breath, determined not to start rambling again. "Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

"Thank Merlin," Theodore muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Enzo clapped his hands together. "Alright, now that we've got that sorted, how about we get out of this forest before any more dragons show up?"

As we started to move, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Enzo, there's no dragon out there, you idiot!"

Enzo turned to me. "And how do you know that?"

"Because dragons don't just wander around the Forbidden Forest chasing random students!" I snapped. "They’re kept in the Dragon Reserve, or did you sleep through that part of Care of Magical Creatures?"

Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what about that time Hagrid smuggled a baby dragon into his hut? Ever thought about that?"

I scoffed. "That was a one-time thing! And it wasn't even a fully-grown dragon, it was a Norwegian Ridgeback hatchling! There's a huge difference!"

Enzo crossed his arms, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, maybe it was an escaped Ridgeback, then. You can't rule out the possibility."

I threw my hands up in frustration. "Escaped Ridgeback? Do you hear yourself? The chances of running into a dragon in the middle of the night are practically zero! You're more likely to find a Blast-Ended Skrewt out here than a dragon!"

I opened my mouth to retort, but Theodore swiftly grabbed me and pulled me away. I couldn't help but look at his strong, albeit bloody, hand on my waist, leaving a bloodstain on my skirt.

As I glanced from his hand up to his face, I couldn't resist commenting, "You've got a pretty good grip for someone who was just stabbed."

Enzo and Mattheo burst into laughter, and Theodore shot them a deadly look. They quieted down, though still wearing amused expressions.

Theodore leaned in close, his voice low and intense. "You will not say a word about what you saw tonight, understood?"

His proximity made my breath hitch, and I felt my heart race. Dirty thoughts flitted through my mind, and I mentally pleaded, Please, God, I didn't mean to have them. You shouldn't have made him that pretty if you didn't want me to have them.

"Y/N," Theodore said, his voice breaking through my reverie. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

I blinked, snapping back to reality. "Uh, yes. No talking about tonight. Got it."

He brushed the dust from my shirt and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture sent a shiver down my spine.

"You two need a moment alone, or can we get moving now?" Mattheo said.

Theodore shot him another glare. "We're moving."

Enzo, called after us. "Hey, Y/N, if you see a dragon on the way back, be sure to let me know!"

I shot him a glare over my shoulder. "If I see a dragon, I'll make sure it eats you first!"

[sleyu]

DATING JAMES POTTER INCLUDES . . .

PAIRING: JAMES POTTER X READER

GENRE: FLUFF & SMUT

If anyone is boyfriend coded, it's James.

James is so desperate for your attention. It’s fully up to you how you would react to the stunts he’d pull and all the nonsense he’d say for you to spare just a mere glance at him, but as soon as you do, he’s not shutting up for days. So much so, you’d find Remus on his hands and knees, begging to give James a chance so that he could finally study in peace.

When James falls in love, the person he is infatuated with and the things in relation to them is the only thing that remains in his mind.

‘Ugh,’ he thinks, ‘Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is an eye sore.’ But wait, ‘Y/n loves pink. I ought to bring her here next time.’ He thinks.

James, contrary to what he makes himself out to be in front of his friends before meeting you, abandons any sense of his pride and ego when it comes to his girl.

Before falling in love with you, James would scoff and snicker at couples around Hogwarts, at people holding hands, cheeks flushed and eyes starry-eyed, as they’d walk together in Hogsmeade.

Meeting you, falling in love with you—finally making you his—made him love every corny, cheesy aspect of being with someone, completely endeared and left sheepish by their every breath and movement.

During ’ O.W.L.S. or any test for that matter, one could steal a glance at James, only to see him absentmindedly writing down your initials with a heart right beside them on his parchment, looking almost bored at his otherwise empty paper.

Anytime he would find himself stuck on a question, he would sigh happily, putting his quill down and all his focus on you, trying to find you sitting in the exam hall, smiling in amusement at the look of determination on your face.

James being in love means him attempting to look for your face during every quidditch match, upon every win, and during every loss, trying his best to search for your reaction. All he wants is for you to see him in his glory, and no amounts of pats on his back or the cheers he receives from crowds compare to the feeling of your thumb caressing his cheek, or your hands softly patting him on the head, telling him how proud you are of him and how you couldn’t take his eyes off him.

James finds it tough to admit and often struggles to communicate it, but he needs your praise. He needs you to tell him that he did good, that he looks handsome, that he’s brilliant for his latest prank, and that no one else compares to him. Of course, it’s an ego boost for him, but behind his egotistic front is a vulnerable, questioning man who doubts himself often, wanting nothing more than to prove himself to you.

‘Did I do good, love?’ he’d ask, desperation seeping from his honey-like voice, as though he’s unable to wait for your answer, fearing the possibility of your displeasure. ‘Please tell me I did.’

Of course, this manifests in your sex life. James needs praise always and rarely ever incorporates degradation into his lovemaking. He not only tells you how pretty you look for him, how good you feel wrapped around his leaking cock, but also begs you to be vocal, to communicate your pleasure and to tell him that you only belong to him and that no one else could make you feel as good as him.

‘Need you to tell me, baby—fuck! Wanna make you feel good—wanna make my good girl feel good—god.’

‘Tell me—tell me you love me. Say it again—need to hear it again,’

James begs that you leave a kiss mark on his cheek for ‘Good luck,’ right before a quidditch game.

The mandatory uniform for Gryffindor Quidditch matches is James’ jersey. Nothing fuels his pride and his absolute enamour for you more than seeing his last name plastered across your chest and back, proudly and visibly displaying your support for him and only him.

After a big win, you can expect to be fucked in the jersey. James swears he’s never cum faster than he has when he took you from behind and watched as your back arched; the name, ‘Potter,’ printed upon your trembling body as though it was a mark of ownership and loyalty.

Dating James means that he’s treating you as though you’re made of glass. Gentle touches and grips to your waist as the two of you walk in the school corridors, and adoring coos when he sees you slump against him, tired from a long day.

‘My poor angel. Always working so hard, yeah? C’mon, I’ll take care of you.’

He’d rather die than hear you call him by his name. To James, calling him by his name means that you’re treating him as though he were any other person when he isn’t. He needs to hear the affection laced in your words. The soft, gentle mumble of ‘baby, darling, Jamie, honey,’ is all he seeks to hear from you and he practically crumbles against the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek when you refer to him by a pet name.

‘James,’ you sigh, exasperated. Your boyfriend furrows his eyebrows, ‘That’s baby to you!’

During the summer, he’d insist you attach a photo of you with every letter you send him, whether it’s you on vacation or simply in your room, he has to get his fill of you.

He’d spend so much money on little trinkets for you, little items he would pick up from the sneaky Marauders Hogsmeade trips.

Sirius would huff as James pulled him into a stationary shop, ‘James, can we please stop making pit stops? We have 30 minutes left.’ James shook his head, grinning to himself as he picked up several pretty pens he reckons you’d love, ‘Need to supply the missus with gifts, Pads.’

James would be so happy once you begin warming up to the Marauders. His favourite people loving his favourite person? It’s his dream come true and as soon as he sees you bickering with Sirius, having long and insightful discussions with Remus, and casually hanging around Peter, he knows he’s going to be with you for a very, very long time. He’ll make sure of it, he decides then.

James would most certainly carry your bag as he drops you off to class. The first time he attempted in doing it, the two of you were tugging your bag for five minutes, arguing with each other about who would carry the pound of weight on your shoulders. He won, much to your dismay, but a surge of warmth bursts through him the first time you hand your bag over to him mindlessly, without him asking or fighting you for it, as though you had expected him to do it. He treasures these moments in your relationship where he begins to realize that habits between the two of you are beginning to grow and that you both are becoming used to being such an integral part of each other's lives.

He constantly tells you that you’re his everything and that all he does is for you and only you.

Study dates with him are entirely pointless as they never lead to actual studying as James cannot survive five minutes without your undivided attention on him. What do you mean you have to read a textbook for an hour? No periodic breaks to kiss your boyfriend or to coo at him? The only way actual studying will get done is if you promise him a kiss for every correct answer he gets—but we all know where that’s leading to.

He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ in the relationship. He would probably say it very quickly as he had known he loved you before the two of you dated, but he’s entirely fine with you wanting to take your time in dissecting your feelings for him.

Until you say it back, with every night and morning kiss, every departure before class, he’d whisper a giddy, ‘I love you, darling,’ to which you’d smile bashfully. Once you do say it back, he’s smiling like an idiot for two weeks straight. He would be almost annoying about it, like a child on Christmas Day. He’d tell you that he loves you repeatedly only to hear you say his four favourite words: ‘I love you too.’

[sun-kissy]

heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!

yes, of course!! and thank you ♡

beautiful | j.p.

tw: fluff

snape!reader, james potter x reader

A frustrated sigh escapes Severus’ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lily’s body from where you’re laying on her lap as she laughs.

O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.

The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.

Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lily’s flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.

Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.

“If mother hadn’t instructed me to take care of you,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, “I would’ve tossed you into the black lake already.”

Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “You love me.”

“Lies.”

“You bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!”

“That was merely because-”

Your brother’s rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.

You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.

A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.

That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.

He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.

But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.

It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?

What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didn’t have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.

So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lily’s lap. “What?”

James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. “Y/n, I um… I asked if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?”

You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?

“But you like Lily!” you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. James’ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. “Lily? You think I like Lily?”

You were sure you’d get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. “So, you don’t like me, Potter?”

He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. “Redhead, you’re cool and all. But Y/n….” His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.

Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.

“Me?” you question slowly, suspiciously. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. “You like me?”

James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks he’d wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and he’d wait forever even if you said no.

Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.

You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brother’s hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. “Shut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.”

Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.

You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.

“Yes,” you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

“Yeah?” he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. “Alright, then. I’ll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He beams at you, and it’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen a person look before. “Bye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.”

James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.

A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.

You turn back to Severus, afraid of what you’d find. He’s gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.

“I’m sorry. If you’re not okay with it…”

“No. You are not going to bail out on him,” he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. You’re a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?”

You nod helplessly.

“And if what you want is Potter,” he sneers, “Then Potter it is. Just don’t expect me to play nice.”

A small smile graces your lips. “Thank you.” You know he’d understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.

You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, “Yes, yes. You’re welcome.”

Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. “This is awesome.”

“You’re just glad he doesn’t like you.”

“Am not!” she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.

You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe you’d give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.

[marvel-snape-writes]

just an idea - a situation where you have never referred to severus by name (only professor snape), and him going feral for you when you do say it in a one on one setting, if you catch my vibe 🙈

Watch Your Mouth

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuutty

3.7+ words

Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you enjoy it! 🫶

The marking of his students’ papers was growing monotonous and never-ending for the Potion’s Master. Even now cursing himself for the way he would always insist on himself to go through each and every paragraph of potion ingredients with a fine tooth comb. He muttered to himself as his eyes skimmed the text, then his eyebrow arched as he found himself impressed with a particular piece of work. He completed his first pile of books and then moved onto the next, huffing as he pushed one pile away and brought one closer.

A knock sounded upon his classroom door whilst he opened the first student’s book and his eyes briefly glanced over to it.

If they really want me, they’ll knock again, he thought to himself.

They did.

He exhaled slowly, almost irritably, and looked up properly this time, speaking loud enough so that his voice would carry to the door, “Come in,” He then mumbled under his breath, “If you really must.”

“Sorry to disturb you, Professor,” The voice spoke as a tall, dark haired woman entered the room without a moment of hesitation, “Oh, marking in your dinner hour?”

“My students appear to apply fifty fifty to either of the following; they simply lack common sense and therefore I need to doublecheck their pathetic attempts at stringing a sentence together or they host a little too much knowledge in that their writings are so… pointlessly long when they really could have summed it up in one or two paragraphs,” Snape spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone, “Either way meaning that I have to spend endless hours doing this.” He gestured toward the several piles of student books.

“And I assume your face tells them all that without you having to open your mouth.” She bit her lip to hide a grin.

Snape remained silent, jotting down something with his quill as he glanced back and forth over the written text in front of him.

“Nice candles in this dark dungeon, Professor,” She commented as she glanced around at the many lit candles scattered about the room, “Have you got enough of them?”

“They are to ward off unwanted visitors.” Severus replied bluntly.

“Oh, you don't need candles to do that.” She mumbled under her breath, her eyes still looking around the room.

“Was there something you needed from me, Miss Eleanor, or have you just come here to simply distract me from my work?” Snape asked in a flat tone, growing irritated by watching Eleanor wandering around his dungeon classroom.

“I just thought I'd drop by…” She was now behind him, “Since you have barely acknowledged my existence since… that night.”

“Forgive me if I have been a little invested in finding out exactly what level my fifth years are at prior to them taking their O.W.L.s.” He fought not to break character, though her words did cause a slight stir in him.

“You say the word and I will leave you be,” She placed a hand on his shoulder, “Relax, Professor.” She said with a gentle squeeze over his cloak, knowing full well he was the last person to relax in a situation like this, especially not on command.

Snape huffed quietly under his breath and pushed the books to one side, staying quiet for a few long moments until he felt Eleanor’s hand leave his shoulder, “Alright!” He spoke rather louder than intended, “Alright, I am sure this marking can… wait.” He turned his head to look up at her stood at the side of him.

“Wait for what?” She played dumb.

“What ever it is that you came here for.” He spoke in an oddly timid tone, almost as if there was a hint of fear within it.

“And what do you think I came here for?” She bit her lip, now standing with her hands on her hips.

“Do not play games with me,” Snape warned dominantly as he stood up, facing her, “I cannot stress how much I urge you to not-”

“Not play games with Professor Snape, hm?” She finished his sentence for him, her head now tilted upward as he towered over her.

“Let… me… finish,” He emphasised each word more than the last, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, I know how you like to finish, Professor…” Her lips curled into a smirk, “In my mouth.”

Snape’s throat suddenly became very dry and he hoped his face didn't look as warm as it felt. His hands both balled into fists and he struggled with how to respond, blinking hard as his mind helplessly transported itself back to that night. When he dared to look at her again, this wasn't helped by her saying,

“I can still feel the marks of your fingers on the back of my neck…” As she reached over one of her shoulders and lightly rubbed her fingertips back and forth over the red raised skin on her neck that his frantic fingers had caused whilst trying to hold her head in place that night.

“I… did not…” He cleared his throat sheepishly, trying to push down the knowing that her words’ effect would very soon show itself in his trousers, “D-Did not invite you in here to… to make mockery of me… in my own classroom…” It was as if trying to string a sentence together was suddenly a huge task.

“And, yet, you do not ask me to leave… Severus.” She spoke in a tauntingly seductive tone.

Though the way she had spoken would've made anything sound appealing, it was her calling him by his name that caught him off guard. Not once had she ever addressed him as anything other than ‘Professor Snape’ or just simply ‘Professor’, not even during that night. He didn't know if it was the shock of her calling him by his name and the knowing that she would be slightly afraid of how he would react to not being addressed by his usual title, or whether it was the intimacy of her now speaking to him on first name basis — something only those who he really let in would do in confidence.

His lips were still parted in brief shock as their eyes met again and he felt his heartbeat throb in his throat, urging him to respond to her new daring confidence of calling him by his name for the first time. He raised one of his large hands and cupped her cheek in it, both of them now as eager as each other for their lips to be pressed together.

“Do not think I forget how you pleaded,” She breathed against his lips, now standing on her tiptoes and placing her hands against his chest to secure herself in order to deliver a more firm kiss to his lips, “How you begged, Severus.”

“Watch your mouth.” Severus snarled against her lips, kissing her harder.

“What, watch my mouth now?” She asked in between kisses, “Or when it's filled with your cock?”

Severus felt a shiver down his spine and into the pit of his stomach. His cock jolted in his trousers, earning a shaky breath from his lips. Both of their eyes opened briefly, but the look on Severus’ face took Eleanor’s breath from her completely; she had never seen such want mixed with such a furious expression. Before she even had chance to question what was on his mind, it was soon answered for her when his lips crashed back down on hers at the same time his hands gripped her hips.

“Oh…” She gasped but it was barely audible, hearing a load of clattering on the floor whilst eagerly kissing him back and then quite literally allowing him to sweep her off her feet and place her on his desk.

Once upon it, arms snaked around his neck, it became rather apparent that he had swept all of his marked and unmarked books to the floor in one desperate motion. His hands switched to her thighs and he lifted them up, gesturing for her to hook them around his waist as they devoured one another’s lips.

“Mm.. are you sure you don’t want me on my knees again, Severus?” She spoke quickly in between kisses, her fingers tangled in his black hair whilst his were frantically trying to grab at the buttons of his trousers.

“No,” He answered almost immediately, popping the button and pulling down the zipper of his trousers desperately and inhaling shakily against her lips, “I’m going to fuck- you- senseless,” He emphasised each word with a harder kiss to her lips each time and then speaking lowly against them, “I suppose you’ve earned it.”

“Oh, earned it, have I?” Eleanor grinned, lightly grazing her fingernails against the nape of his neck and kissing him with parted lips as he began to whimper into her mouth, “Is this what a girl has to do to ‘earn’ Severus Snape’s cock?” She dug her nails in a little harder, “Just suck him off a few times?”

“That’s certainly a good start, Princess.” Severus growled against her lips, reaching under the hem of her skirt and tearing her underwear down her legs as their tongues tangled.

“I’m no fucking Princess, Severus.” Eleanor tugged at his bottom lip and dipped her hands into the front of his open trousers, repeatedly caressing her fingertips back and forth over his hardened length straining against the material of his boxers.

Severus hissed from the feeling and narrowed his eyebrows, already feeling precum seeping into the material as Eleanor practically jerked him off through them with the pressure she was now applying with her palm. If this had been the first time they had ever gotten intimate with each other, that would have been enough to get him off completely, and he hated that she was aware of that, too. Now he had built somewhat of a resilience to her touch, mainly her lips, causing him to last more than all of three pathetic seconds. Still, he didn't quite fancy his chances with the aroused state she had managed to get him in, in impressive timing.

“Enough.” He spoke lowly, pushing his own hand now between her legs, “In my classroom, you are whatever I say you are.”

Eleanor’s hand returned to her side and her legs parted more the higher his hand traveled, eventually gasping when she felt his fingertips lightly brush against her. She instinctively leaned up to press another kiss to his lips, purring against them as he continued to circle his fingertips.

“That’s right…” He whispered against her lips, “Just because I haven’t fucked you yet, doesn't mean this doesn't belong to me.”

“Fuck… me, Severus.” She gasped shakily, wrapping her legs around him and trying to bring him closer with her heels against his bottom. One of his fingers pushed inside her and curled each time she pleaded for him, making him smirk against her lips when she began to moan.

Without barely a second thought, he removed his hand completely and pushed her legs further apart, fumbling in the crotch of his underwear before thrusting himself forward in one, heavy motion. Eleanor gasped in pleasure and Severus gritted his teeth, exhaling shakily as he repositioned his hands on her thighs. Their eyes met for a brief moment before their lips smacked back together, desperately kissing one another as his desk began to move beneath them from his movements.

“Fuck, how do you feel even bigger than you do in my mouth…” She breathed against his lips, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Severus didn't answer. Instead, he bit down on her bottom lip harshly and earned a small squeal, speeding up his thrusts as he gripped onto her thighs harder. He pulled her a little further off the edge of the desk and moaned against her lips from the feeling of her legs tightening around him.

“Wh… where are we going?!” She gasped when she felt Severus lift her, now holding her around him as he spun them both around, “What’s this, a change of scenery from your desk to your board?” She asked through a muffled laugh as her back thudded against the display board fixed to the wall at the side of his desk.

“If you’re not a Princess, then don't expect to be fucking treat like one.” He grunted, pinning her against the board with his hips as his arms secured themselves around her.

“Mm.. yes, Professor.” Eleanor grinned and snaked her arms around his neck.

Her lips gradually parted as Severus’ relentless hips continued to slam upward against hers, her head falling slightly and her lips landing upon his neck. She suckled on the skin briefly before breaking the contact to gasp in pleasure from the impressive motions of Severus’ somewhat questionably inexperienced hips.

“Christ, if I’d have known you’d be this good to fuck, I'd have done it weeks ago…” Severus grumbled, feeling his cock pulsating in delight with each movement.

“Too much time spent with your cock in my mouth, hm?” She teased him, lifting her head so she could kiss his lips.

“I…” Severus swallowed hard, the images of her knelt in front of him now flooding his brain.

“This mouth?” She kissed him again, “How does it feel to kiss the mouth that has contained your cock so many times, hm?”

“Sh—Shut up.” He grunted.

“Do my lips taste of—”

“I said…” Severus butted in, inhaling sharply though clenched teeth. Though, he did think about it, only for a short while before their lips were pressed against one another again, “Shut. Up.”

Eleanor began to rock her hips down against his, creating a slight banging noise against the wall as the board behind her began to hit against it with each movement. The beads of sweat began to gather upon Severus’ forehead as they continued to kiss and moan in sync, surprising Eleanor at how quickly her orgasm began to approach. Unaware of how close Severus was, she squeezed her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his bottom and urging for him to keep going, as if her world would stop if he did.

“O-Oh, Prof…” Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she squeezed them shut, “Severus!” She half cried out in pleasure as her climax fell victim to his thrusts before he clasped a hand across her mouth in an attempt to quieten her, “Sev, Sev, Sev…”

“Mm… yes?” He asked wearily, pressing their lips together but growing dizzy from his own orgasm fast approaching and Eleanor continuing to address and moan at him by his first name certainly not helping.

“Do you enjoy the taste of your own cock against my lips?” She asked, smirking tauntingly against his lips.

Severus broke the kiss immediately and pulled back, now pressing his lips so tightly together that they turned white. He stopped moving his hips, careless of whether he was cutting the ride of her orgasm short, and unhooked her legs from around his waist, making her feet land back on the floor.

“On your knees,” He glared darkly, “Now.”

“Severus…” Eleanor inhaled shakily, her eyes daring to look up into his black ones.

“Knees.” He terrifyingly emphasised it this time, grumbling under his breath, “I want to cum.”

Eleanor nodded quickly and began to kneel in front of him, almost afraid that she would reach her orgasm again just from the way he was speaking to her. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently and parted her lips, flattening her tongue for him as their eyes met. Severus stepped closer to her and cleared his throat, glancing down at his angrily red length still glistening with the remanence of Eleanor’s orgasm, also a droplet of precum threatening to drip from the tip and land upon her tongue.

“Good girl,” Severus exhaled deeply once Eleanor had leaned forward to push the tip of his cock into her mouth, gently suckling on the head tenderly whilst making sure to massage her tongue against the underside.

“Mm, mm…” She made soft noises each time more pushed into her mouth, feeling his hands beginning to entangle themselves in her hair.

Severus’ head gradually tilted back more and more as his length slipped further into her mouth and he gripped her hair slightly tighter when the tip of his length touched the back of her throat. Eleanor raised one of her hands and wrapped it around the base of his cock, starting to bob her head back and forth over him and following the movements of her head with her fist.

“Now…” Severus exhaled shakily, trying to talk through the moan taunting his lips, “I ask you a similar question, you little brat…” He felt his breath hitch from her actions, “Do you enjoy the taste of my cock with you splattered all over it?”

Before Eleanor even had a chance to reply, he swatted her hand away from him and firmed his grip on her head. Eleanor gazed up at him with a willing expression and tightened her lips around him, the head of his length now lingering in her mouth as she teasingly traced the tip of her tongue back and forth over the leaking slit. That bolt of pleasure was enough for Severus to begin thrusting himself back and forth into her mouth, throwing his head back with painfully quiet shouts of bliss; afraid he would bring too much attention to his classroom if he did so, but unsure how long he could keep himself quiet. One of his hands slipped to the back of her neck and his fingertips began to re-raise the reddened lines on the back of her neck again.

“Fuck, fucking… fuck,” He grunted, his hair covering his face now as it whipped in time with his thrusts, “Agh!”

Eleanor’s eyes began to water from the force of his hips and the constant bounce of the tip against the back of her throat each time. Thankfully, she was used to his liking of her mouth, so his size wasn't that much of a surprise.

His hands began to tremble, hers now pressed against his thighs to keep herself still, and he felt the all-too-familiar warmth in his stomach rapidly begin to rise. His moans caught in his throat and he suddenly stopped his hips, leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth again and weakly gesturing down to her;

“Fu… fucking make me cum…” He could barely speak, his toes already curling in his shoes in anticipation.

Eleanor immediately obeyed his command as if it was second nature at this point and began to suck on the head whilst her hand frantically pumped up and down his entire length. It wasn't long before his cries of, “Oh, oh, oh-!” quickly developed into sticky warmth landing on her now flat tongue. She gazed up at him with heavy eyes and watched as his face screwed up in pleasure, hands shaking madly in her hair as he struggled to grip onto anything from the ecstasy now coursing through him.

“E-Eleanor, ugh!” He whimpered, now stumbling back slightly and catching himself with his hands weakly gripping the edge of his desk.

“Mmmh…” Eleanor gradually slowed down the movements of her fist but continued to wiggle her tongue against the sensitive ridge, making him twitch madly from the sensitivity of it.

“I-If I open my eyes and find that you have not had the decency to swallow what you caused, I shall have to put a stop to these… encounters.” He spoke still out of breath, leaning back against the desk as his heavy eyes opened.

He was met with the sight of Eleanor still on her knees and licking her lips before they settled into a proud grin, their eyes meeting. The sight alone sent a shiver down Severus’ spine, and he feared his cock would never soften if that image was forever in his mind.

“I hope this has allowed the encounters to continue, then.” She bit her lip, getting to her feet.

“It does make my dinner hour go rather quickly, and my students’ markings may suffer, but…” He sighed softly, watching as she stood.

Eleanor began to nonchalantly tuck him back into his underwear and fasten up his trousers, arching a brow as she looked up at him again, “But?”

“I suppose I can make an acceptation for something like this to take place again.” He replied in a calm tone, trying to ignore the feeling of her hands upon him still and trying to distract himself by looking at the time, “But, I am afraid I am going to have to ask yourself to leave my classroom… for now, at least.”

“Don’t strain yourself, Professor…” Eleanor jokingly rolled her eyes and fixed her dress properly, walking over to the door, “It is not good for a man of your age.” She giggled.

“Actually…” Severus spoke, his footsteps evidently close behind her and making her silently fear a loud verbal repercussion of her daring words. She stopped at the door and turned around to face him, raising her eyebrows, “Drop ‘Professor’. I liked it when you called me ‘Severus’.” He admitted.

“Oh?” Eleanor smirked, “I couldn't tell.” She spoke sarcastically.

“I would tell you to watch your mouth, Miss Eleanor, but I am actually rather fond of doing that myself.” He swallowed hard, his lip twitching.

“Mm…” She grinned, placing her hand on the door handle, “Have a good rest of your day.”

“And you, too.” Severus nodded.

“In fact, one more thing…” Eleanor quickly turned around and bent down, picking up the torn underwear that had been carelessly tossed to the floor from before and then standing up straight again. Severus’ eyes narrowed and his breathing suddenly quivered when he felt her finger push into the waistband of his trousers, then underwear, pulling it away from his skin slightly and tucking her underwear into the front of them, “This way, I can always be wrapped around your cock… Severus.” She spoke in a seductively smooth tone, quickly pecking his lips.

Severus barely had time to take a breath before she had left his classroom, let alone form a response. Instead, he watched her leave from the doorway; once again on his own, once again counting down the seconds until their next encounter, and once again visibly aroused.

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My Valentine (James Potter x Fem!Reader)

James Potter x Fem!Reader

wc: +3,4K

cw: fluff, mentions of sex (no smut), corniness.

Summary: When the reader leaves her workplace in a fuss of a certain Friday, Sirius Black offers to give her a ride without mentioned James’ Valentine plans.

Back at Hogwarts, Fridays felt renewing, a sense of freedom etched into the nippy breeze of the castle’s gardens as the students roamed around the many secret passages. Some snogging, others finishing the last details of a party, some hanging out with friends, and very few stuck at the library to study whatever subject was making their life miserable.

You loved it. Every single moment of your life in Hogwarts was ingrained in fond memories in your mind. It didn’t matter the O.W.L.S or the N.E.W.T.s, if you had the chance, you would do everything all over again.

However, once in real life, adulting through many different jobs and a rent to pay, Fridays had become an excuse to loaf on the couch and rethink all of your decisions up until then. You would still go for a couple jars with your friends and boyfriend from time to time, yet the lack of energy and the built up tiredness of an endless week always left you drained. 

That’s why when Sirius Black presented himself at your workplace on a Friday, you almost snarled at him. It had been a hideous day. Everything that could go wrong went wrong and you didn’t have time to eat anything during your break, not that you had had a break anyway. Alas, you just wanted to arrive home and rot in your couch while you debated whether life was worth it or not. 

“Nice to see you, too.” Sirius rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest while he leaned on his bike.

“What are you doing here?” you asked tiredly, trundling towards the handsome man.

“Thought you’d need some fresh air.” He shrugged his shoulders, his characteristic crooked smile making its way onto his face.

You shook your head, sighing tiredly. “What I need is to make my way to bedfordshire.”

“Fun, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

Sirius just chuckled, which made your skin crawl. In any other situation, you would have been thrilled to see your friend. However, you weren’t in the mood for his unabashed teasing. 

“Claws in, princess. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” Sirius said, pointing to his bike with his head. Although, an old couple that was strolling just next to him snapped their heads in alarm and scandal at his words. 

“Well done, Black. Scaring our elders,” you grumbled, your eyes drifting from the staggering couple back to the dishy man before you, who had grabbed a helmet for you. Somewhat miffed, you put on the helmet he was offering you before mounting the bike, your chest pressed to his back. There was no point in fighting Sirius, too wayward to accept a ‘no’ for an answer. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Don’t spoil the surprise.” Sirius grabbed the handlebars and a clamorous snore started the bike.

“Is James there or some- AHH!” 

You gripped Sirius’ waist as tightly as you could as he accelerated the bike, turning it invisible before lifting it onto the air. It didn’t matter how many times you had ridden with him, your stomach still churned funnily. 

Your surroundings were blurred, the only neat thing being Sirius’ covered in leather back. What you supposed were trees and roofs passed before the corners of your eyes in undefined shapes and uncoloured forms. Time lost its purpose, hidden in the haze of your mind after you stopped counting the seconds it took the bike to land. You considered begging Sirius to stop, yet your voice was stuck in the knot that had formed on your throat to thwart your breakfast from spilling all over London. 

After your self-perceived eternity, Sirius lowered the bike to the nearest road. It took everything in you to not splatter all over the asphalt, your head dizzy and limbs numb. If you had any strength left, you were to be chained in Azkaban for the murder of the Black family heir. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Sirius cackled, hoisting you by the waist after a misled step. “James gonna think you’re hammered. Aren’t you overkilling ‘t a bit?”

“You’re-” you took a deep breath, gasping at the lack of oxygen in your system. “You’re t-the fucking w-worst.”

“That’s the best you can do?” Sirius howled in laughter again, placing one of his arms around your waist to saunter who-knows-where.

You gave him a pointed look. “I’ll fu-cking kill y-you.”

“I’m so scared,” he mocked.

It took you a little while to get your head back on its place, Sirius never letting go of you. Your eyes drifted to the foliage that encompassed the horizon, the peaks of the trees impending over the mystical lake. Everything was colourful, tones pink and orange as the sun hid behind the ivy-like bushes at the far point of your sight. You wished James was there to witness it with you.

All the stress and back pain was left behind, only solemnity and enchantment on your countenance. You could feel Sirius’ heavy stare on you, still forcing you to keep walking over the softened grass. By the feeling of it, it had rained the day before.

“This isn’t London,” you observed dumbly, cheeks warm when Sirius scoffed.

“No way, Sherlock.”

“Where are we?” your gaze chased the many details composing the picture of the valley, searching for the man you actually wanted to be with.

“Always so eager.” Sirius' voice was laced with mocked flirting, finally stopping before a wooden cottage that somehow you had missed in your first inspection.

“Is this where you murder me and they never find my body?”

Sirius laughed mirthlessly. “Hilarious. C’mon, go in.”

You had already climbed a couple of stairs but, at his words, you pinched your brows and looked back at him. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I’ve been suggesting your boyfriend a threesome for donkey’s years, but I don’t think today’s the day, hot stuff.”

You ignored his unabashed confession, although your belly flipped against your will, and rolled your eyes. “Is James there, then?”

Sirius placed his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, and he blew a couple of rebellious dark tufts away from where they had fallen before his sculptured face. The wind was waving his hair like a wave tide, so smooth you ached to twist your fingers on it. You had to seriously consider the threesome offer with James. “That’s for you to discover. I was just your ride, not your confidant,” Sirius offered you a cheshire smirk. “Although, maybe another time, you could ride my d-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go in. Thanks, Sirius!” you bursted out, and the last thing you heard before closing the door behind you was his melodic laugh. 

You sighed in relief, you were sure you wouldn’t have survived any more teasing, any less before his scrutinized stare. Suddenly, the smell of just-baked muffins hit your nostrils, and your mouth watered involuntarily like a pavlovian experiment. 

Following its trail, you paddled around the wooden floors, any survival instinct forgotten in the back of your mind, the only thing present was the need to taste those goods. You missed the hanging t-shirt from the door next to the kitchen, and the scattered shoes all over the flatweave rug in the living room. 

Cooking on the stove was the burly, naked back of your very much dishy boyfriend. Now in the kitchen, the pleasant smell of the sweets mixed with the salty one of whatever he was stewing. You observed the muscles of his back, contracting at his every move, and if your mouth was already watering, now you were drooling like a horndog. The light of the sun drew patterns in his body, illuminating his tanned skin in orange hues, like liquid gold. And the grey sweatpants hang lowly on his hips; your head was light and not from the motorbike ride exactly. 

Sensing your burning stare, James turned around and his mouth stretched in a saccharine smile, so bright it overshadowed the sunset painting the sky outside the window. His eyes wrinkled by the corners, irises gleaming at the sight of you. Your heart fluttered, and the butterflies in your stomach flew violently. It didn’t matter how many times you had witnessed this sight, it always made your knees wobble. 

In a fussy, you pranced towards his awaiting arms, opened just for you. “My darling,” he said, voice laced in honey, brushing his head on your hair, sniffling lightly much to your embarrassment and amusement. “Did you have a good ride? I know how Sirius can be.”

You hummed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and soaking on his natural scent: warm, sandalwood, cologne. You roamed your hands absentmindedly over his back, feeling him up but feigning innocence at his snort. “Hectic,” James snickered, reverberating in his chest against your own. “He’s a prick. But it wasn’t that bad. Not if I get to have you like this.”

“Aww, aren’t you a sweetheart,” James cooed, his palms caressing up and down your back softly. “Or a perv, if your hands have any say in this.”

“You just had to ruin the moment,” you groaned, and James laughed again, kissing the top of your head in apology.

“You can feel me up as much as you want, my love. My body’s yours.” 

You wanted to groan again, he was so corny your cheeks must be scorching against his shoulder and neck, yet the tingling of your fingertips and the drumming beating of your heart proved you wrong. 

Pulling your head away from your hidden haven, albeit reluctantly, you looked up at him again. James had this thing where his eyes alone showed the very deep of his soul even behind his glasses, and the caring light pouring out of his irises had your head turning and whirling. Damn, you were very much in love with him.

“Where are we?” you asked once your hazed mind walked out of the fog enough to realize you still didn’t know the place, and you scouted your surroundings once more.

James’ eyes followed your motion and his smile stretched even more if it was even possible. “I may or may not have rented this cottage for a romantic weekend.”

Your heart did a flip, and you were sure you were looking back at James with as much passion and adoration as he was. If he didn’t know by now how besotted you were, the proof laid before him. “James,” you said, voice soft and whispery, conveying what words could not say.

“I take it that you like it.” His grin grew impossibly wide. He leaned down, about to kiss your lips, but the squelching sound coming from behind him made him gasp and drop you from his warm hold, much to your sorrow. “Sorry, my love, this is why I couldn’t go get you myself. I wanted to cook you a nice dinner,” he giggled nervously.

Upon his sudden sheepishness, you cooed and hugged him from behind, your arms surrounding his waist and palms pressed against his toned abs. “That’s so considerate, Jamie.” You kissed his shoulder blade, goosebumps forming on his skin much to your delight, and then you placed your head against the spot you had just shown love to. “What are you cooking?”

“Surprise!” 

“James, I can smell the muffins,” you deadpanned.

You could imagine the childish pout forming on his lips, and you got confirmation when he spoke again, tone muffled by his pursed lips. “Then I’ll give you another dessert.”

You snorted, nuzzling your cheek against his soft back. “Oh, yeah? You’ll have time to bake another dessert?”

“No need to elaborate it much, darling. You sitting on my face is my favourite meal after all.”

Your cheeks were ablaze, a pulsing heat setting between your legs. Undeterred by your timid countenance, he snickered, turning around to hoist you from your waist and sit you on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

The bespectacled man roamed his honeyed eyes all over your body, gnawing at his lower lip menacingly. “You know.” His finger teased the collar of your working shirt, fiddling with the first button, and you felt yourself gulping. “Maybe we could skip dinner after all. I’m hungry for something else,” he drawled, sounding drunk in the lust emanating from his body.

You considered it, though there was not much to ponder about. Your hot, sexy boyfriend was offering you an evening of fun and who were you to refuse? Just when you were about to agree, half lidded eyes focused on his pretty face, your stomach rumbled, the sound almighty in comparison to the quiet tranquility of the cottage. James blinked twice, looking bemused, until comprehension hit him like a gunshot and he beamed, face brightening in streams of laughter so ablaze you felt like the sun was setting you on fire.

Much to your embarrassment, James nuzzled his nose against yours, all previous promise of pleasure forgotten in his teasing gaze. “At least my efforts won’t go to waste,” he snickered, pecking your lips in ample adoration, a wide smile still stretching his mouth. His askew, curly hair tickled your forehead, sending you into a fit of giggles. “You set the table while I finish this up?” he asked, voice sugarcoated. 

You nodded, bounding down from the counter with his help. You scouted around the kitchen in search of plates, serviettes, cutlery and wine glasses, quite lost in the new environment with a very different setting compared to your own kitchen. After opening the fifth, marbled cabinet, you finally found the round plates James had asked you for, and little by little you set the table under the humming tune your boyfriend was entrancing you with, his low voice drumming violently in your chest. 

Considering it finished, you went back to James shirtless form, who was plating an enticing beef stew, covered in what seemed to be blackberry compote. What surprised you the most was the lack of magic use in the whole process. James had really outdone himself.

“All done?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on his right bicep, hoping he didn’t see through your act of touching for the sake of touching.

“Uh-ha.” His tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth, teeth gently biting down in concentration. “Finished! C´mon, sit down, I’ll bring the food.” You opened your mouth to complain, but he lifted a single finger against your lips, smiling menacingly at you. “Nah-ah-ah, love. Let me pamper you, yeah? For me?” They should really carry out a study of how fast this man went from unabashed to puppy -stag?- eyes, a throbbing pout drawn on his gorgeous facade that melted you from inside out. When you sighed in defeat, his characteristic smile made its way back to his lips. “Atta girl.”

Warmth bursted from the pit of your stomach, flowing like a fluent river to the rest of your body. If he continued like that, dinner wouldn’t be what you sucked into your mouth the following minutes. 

With a slight stumble, you made your way to the table by the dinning room. Now that you had time, you took the chance to observe in thoroughness the cottage you had entered without paying much attention to it. The walls were composed of rounded, dark wood, giving path to pointed and high, wooden ceilings, from where simple and rustic lamps hung and lighted the room in dim brightness. They reminded you of James, always so warm and dazzling. The hearth by the couch thawed out the chilling atmosphere from the outside world, gleaming cozily and drawing patterns on the cushion of the sofa, back to the wall in front of it. 

Then, James jigged down the corridor with two plates in hand, placing them leisurely on yours and James seats, him sitting in front of you. With a flicker of his wand, two red candles appeared on the table, and the lamps turned off, the room only lit by the romantic fire of the red wax. 

“Wow.” To say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement, and you suppressed a smile at the contrast of the elegant dinner against your still very shirtless man. “What’s all the romance for? I mean, I’m not complaining,” you quickly said, raising your hands and signaling at nothing in particular. “But why today?”

James chuckled, hiding behind one of his hands much to your disappointment. His smile should be hung on all the walls of a museum. “Can’t a man spoil his Valentine rotten?” The flickering light of the candles reflected on his glasses, giving his teasing stare a more mischievous contenance. 

You blinked, taken off guard. Valentine? It couldn’t be Valentine’s Day already, could it? Your brain worked in rumination, scavenging for the date on the calendar. That week you had two meetings, a report to deliver, grocery shopping on Wednesday… Oh. There was a pink, huge circle around the 14th on the calendar in your kitchen, marked by you, which only made the matter worse. How could you have forgotten it?

At your decimated expression, James chuckled again, the legs of his chair lugging against the wooden floor. “Aww, c’mere, lovey.”

Without much thought, you pranced towards his open arms. James took your hands and sat you in his lap, staring down at you with so much love your breath stuck in your lungs. Unable to do much more at the moment, your mind hazy and body numb, you passed your arms around his shoulders and pecked his cheek repeatedly. His chest reverberated in giggles much to your pleasure. “Happy Valentines, Jamie,” you murmured against his mouth, lazily kissing him. He hummed in appreciation, returning the kiss with the same loiter. 

His glasses pressed uncomfortably against your cheek, though you didn’t mind. There was nothing in the world you loved more than him, and his lips were enticing enough to fight the slight pricking of his metal frames. 

Your fingers intertwined with his curls, while the other hand caressed mildly the nape of his neck. His hands, however, were roaming your body like a starved man, proving so when he deepened the kiss, tilting his head more to the right. Your breathings were erratic, his tongue asking for permission, and you opened your mouth willingly. Both your tongues danced in your mouth, his exploring the warmth of yours as if he had never been graced entrance before. It was wet, passionate and so overwhelming.

Pulling away slightly, James looked at you with half-lidded eyes, a string of saliva still connecting you both. His glasses were lopsided from the make out session, and his dark curls askew, giving him a lovesick countenance. “Let’s do something,” he purred, and your heat pulsed. “We’ll finish dinner; then we take a romantic, warm bath to the candlelights; and then you let me eat you for dessert. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you sighed breathlessly, kissing him urgently once more. Your left hand caressed the three-day stubble growing in his cheeks and jaw, and his hands squeezed your hips.

A daunting feeling crested from your stomach to your chest, settling on your heart. James was yours. The realization of it, even if you had known for years, only increased the tide of love ripples turning into waves crashing against your feelings. “I love you, James.” It was sincere, and the jaunty smile James gifted you, eyes filled with adoration, was proof of the sentiment.

“I love you, too, my love.”

It was a magical night, to say the least. James fulfilled his promise and you ended up witnessing sunset in his arms, your bodies naked against each other, only covered by a thin blanket while the sun rose in technicolour lights brushing the cristaline water by the lake. 

The rest of the weekend was spent undertaking water activities such as paddling in a boat, swimming and splashing, and making love by the shore in the solitude and romance of the woods. 

By the time you had to leave the cottage and go back home, long forgotten was the awful day at work and the stress of mundane life. All you had in your mind and heart was James and your love for him. Although, deep inside you had a fishbone stabbed for having forgotten Valentine’s Day. However, James didn’t seem to mind as he walked you into the warmth of your shared haven, his arm lazily propped over your shoulder in a protective stand. 

Late at night, both of you cuddled up on the sofa, a book left behind in your lap. It was then that your conversation with Sirius that Friday afternoon came back to you. James turned in alarm at your gasp, raising his brows in expectation.

“Can we have a threesome with Sirius?”

James’ mouth hung half-open, his brows now narrowing in confusion. “What!?”