#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 ??????????

[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 ❤️🩷

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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 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 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 ��𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 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 𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 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 𝕣𝕖𝕔��𝕝𝕝 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 𝕔𝕝𝕒��𝕤 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?!

[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.’

[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

[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.

[megwritesriddles]

Tied to You ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 14 - Praise & Bondage. Severus has a girlfriend and he's about as shocked as anyone about it. She brings something out in him, something loving, something experimental, but also something slightly more sinister.

Tags: Praise kink, Light bondage, Fingering, Dom!Severus, Lots of praise, Good girl, Reader is referred to as a girl a LOT, Established relationship (kinda?), Getting together, Fluff, Red flags, Possessive behaviour, Unhealthy/Toxic relationship dynamic forming, Ambiguous ending (kinda).

Word count: 3.6k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: I can't write Severus as anything other than at least a bit of a creepy little freak, even though this is mostly normal and fluffy!! Again this includes a lot of unnecessary backstory to set the scene!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Being in a relationship was a very novel concept to Severus. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought would happen to him until recently. Sure, he’d daydreamed about it throughout his life to various degrees, but he’d always resigned himself to the fact that daydreams would be the closest he would get. However, you were very real. He’d known of you since the first year, being in his same year group he was bound to have heard your name a few times, whether on registers or from overheard gossip at the Slytherin table. 

He’d never thought of you very much at all until the sixth year when you were in the same advanced potions class as him. The class was much smaller than in previous years, full of only the highest achievers in the subject in the O.W.L.s and this is where he noticed you. You were on the quieter side in class, but whenever you were called on, you gave the correct answers. You were obviously intelligent, especially at this subject, which intrigued him as a bit of a ‘swot’ as his few friends called him. He liked that you cared about studying, much more than most of your peers seemed to. It was also quite obvious even by a glance that you were a pretty girl. Once he’d started paying a little more attention to you, he’d overheard many unsavoury comments about you by his peers, about what they might like to do to you. But, you kept yourself to yourself, frequently kindly (but firmly) turning down boys who tried to flirt with you. He admired that you weren’t above a little threat against the boys who couldn’t hear the word ‘no’. Despite your withdrawn nature, you were well known as a member of the duelling club, a high achieving one at that, and so often were able to threaten the boys into backing off.

All sixth year he’d silently admired you. When the seventh year began, he told himself he’d let go of it and focus solely on his studies, but he’d never been less focused in his life. All the feelings he’d harboured for Lily for so long latched themselves onto you, becoming much larger and more consuming. They felt like a frightening entity on their own, following him around everywhere he went, trying to pounce on you whenever you’d make small talk with him before class in the corridor, or seek him out for advice on your potions homework, even though you always seemed to actually know what you were talking about. He should have realised something was odd about this, but he was too blinded by self-hatred to see the woods from the trees. So when you confessed to having feelings for him, he’d initially just sat and stared silently at you.

You’d caught him in the library, as you had taken to doing often lately and asked to sit. He’d agreed, expecting another odd question about the homework but instead, you’d sat there chewing your lip. His eyes had strayed down to the sight a few too many times, no matter how he tried to control himself. He watched as the corners of your lips tugged up a little. 

“I have a crush on you, Severus,” you’d admitted with a shaky breath. He’d just blinked at you. “Well… crush sounds so juvenile… I fancy you? I have… feelings for you?” you continued on. “I just figured I ought to say something before it’s too late, you know?”

And that’s how he’d ended up in a relationship with you. He was so shocked at the time that he can't even remember what he’d said to you in response, and it was too late to ask. Whatever it was, it had clearly worked, as you had pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek and the next weekend, he was waiting for you at the Three Broomsticks. By the end of that evening, you’d been sitting in his lap and kissing him with a passion he had never even seen, let alone felt for himself, his arms around your waist, touching you gingerly. 

The entire school was baffled by your relationship. His friends and even several strangers asked him how the hell he had managed to ensnare you and he had no answer for any of them even if he wanted to, he couldn’t understand it either. One day he believes he will never be in a relationship in his life, and the next, the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts is hanging off of his arm for all to see. He’s surprised how unashamed you are, not only to be dating him but with public displays of affection. You always hook your arm around his as you walk, kiss his cheek as a goodbye, sit in his lap in the library and sneak his hand up your thigh. Sex. That’s the part of all this that seems the craziest to him because all of a sudden he has an active sex life. You’re all over him, and as much as it makes his head spin, he’s always willing to indulge you. 

The first time you’d brought him into your dorm, he hadn’t known what was going on until you were stripping him down. Of course, you’d asked him several times if you could proceed, but he had just blindly agreed because he would let you do anything. He hadn’t told you he was a virgin until after you were done, even though he knew you knew, if from nothing else, from his very speedy performance. You’d been very sweet about it, as you were about everything, and snuggled up to him, falling asleep in his arms. No one had ever felt so safe around him before. He wanted desperately to keep you in his arms forever, and when you got up in the morning, he almost held you hostage but ended up playing it off as a joke. You’d just giggled at him and told him he’d be the cutest captor in the world, which he laughed off, but the thought crossed his mind.

He was having the most sex out of everyone in his dorm, which would have been completely unfathomable only a few months ago. It surprised him how voracious you were, you’d always seemed rather meek, yet you were dragging him away at least once a day if not more. It was a surprise that he loved. You’d created a monster, a monster that constantly loomed over his time with you. He wasn’t sure how he would ever cope if this relationship ended, not only emotionally, but also having gotten used to such frequent sexual activity. There was hardly anyone else who would ever be willing to indulge him, and you loved to, which made it a thousand times better. He felt desirable to you, a feeling he’d been inadvertently chasing his entire life. He was never going to let you go. Ever. 

You didn’t seem to realise how serious he was when he told you as such. You’d giggle and peck his cheeks and tell him in a sweet little voice that you’d never let him go either, but he knew you didn’t mean it quite like he did. You enjoyed his possessive streak, loving the way his arm would slip around you when a boy would stare, marking you all over as his. As baffling as it was to everyone, there was no confusion about the fact you were taken, constantly covered in little lovebites, his hands on you whenever they could be. He’d adjust your skirts and button up your tops, softly whispering how this skin was for his eyes only now. As he gained more confidence in public displays of affection with you, he’d grip your thigh in a possessive gesture under the table, and kiss at your neck in front of others, a reminder of who left those marks there. 

Severus was always up for anything that you recommended in the bedroom, surprisingly experimental despite his rigid routines during the day. You played around often, trying new things, different dynamics, different positions, and introducing various aids. As time went on, you could tell he was coming into himself as a more dominant presence, his initial nerves and shyness wearing off as he got used to you and the idea that you truly did like him and desired him. You were happy to submit to him and let yourself go with whatever he wanted from you. Every part of him was long and lithe and elegant, exploring parts of you that had never been touched before, deep within you. He loved to watch you come undone, taking immense satisfaction in the knowledge of his effects on you, effects he thought he’d never have on anyone. He worships you in the most sinful ways, and you worship him in return. Your roommates all hate the both of you, no matter how many silencing charms you cast. 

You’re a little anxious when Severus heads to Hogsmeade alone one weekend, no matter how much he insists he’s only buying you a present. You’ve barely been apart for more than classes since your relationship began, and while you doubt he’s off cheating on you, the distance still makes you unreasonably anxious. You pounce on him when he returns, telling him how much you missed him, not spotting his smug smile against your shoulder. He rubs your back and assures you he felt similarly while he was away, which he did, he’d been desperate to get back to you, for many reasons. He gives you a little box, housing a little silver necklace that he’d gone to fetch from Hogsmeade for you. It has a little ‘S’ as the pendant, his initial, another means with which to stake claim over you. He clasps it behind your neck and you’re all smiles as you declare how much you love it. Then you notice another little bag.

“Is that for your other girlfriend?” you joke, pouting a little. He laughs, kissing your cheek. 

“No, it’s for you my love, but we have to be alone for me to show you,” he guides you up to his dorm which is currently empty, most of his dormmates now avoid the space whenever they can because of the two of you. He brings you to his bed to sit in his lap and closes the curtains around you. You giggle, fascinated to see what he’s got, already making a few mental guesses. 

Although it hadn’t popped into your head as a guess, the small spool of rope makes sense as he pulls it from the bag. He explains that it’s a soft cotton material that is both sturdy and comfortable. He doesn’t have to tell you what it’s for, you already know, and you’re willing to give it a go, the idea already exciting you a little. He can tell from the way you begin to rub your thighs together slightly. He’s become fluent in your body language over the course of your relationship, by now he’s sure he could write the dictionary. He grins at you.

“So sweet already getting all excited,” he whispers, his voice deep and silky. You love the authoritative tone he uses to speak to you when he wants to be in charge like this, it makes your thighs clench even more. “Now come on, my love, how would you like your hands tied?” he enquires softly, rubbing a hand over your thigh. After a short period of deliberation between the two of you, he lies you down against the bed and starts slowly popping open the buttons of your shirt one by one, making his way down to untuck it from your skirt. He pushes the shirt open and down, palms smoothing over your bare shoulders. You sit up for a moment to let the shirt fall away completely and so that he can reach around you to unhook your bra more easily. Once he’s pulled the bra away from you, you lie back down. “Good girl, my beautiful girl,” he praises, gently folding your shirt up and placing it onto the ground, then setting your bra on top of it. He taps your hips, urging you to lift them, gently sliding down your skirt, followed by your underwear. His need for you is mounting, folding these items a little more haphazardly before he places them on the ground by the others. He gently holds your legs apart, rubbing a hand up and down your thighs. “You like the idea of being tied up for me?” he chuckles, seeing you already glistening with want. You nod and he hums. “Aren’t you just perfect? My perfect girl,” he coos, leaning down to pepper kisses on your stomach for a moment before sitting back up. You watch him eagerly, yearning for him to give you what you want. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists and lifts them over your head, reaching for the length of rope. “Is this alright? Your arms aren’t stretching too much?”

“No, it’s fine,” you assure, watching as he starts carefully threading the rope around your wrists in figure-eights. 

“I read up on how to do this, let’s hope I get it on the first try,” he smiles down at you. You giggle in return. He fusses for a little while, adjusting and readjusting so it’s not too tight, but that you can’t slip out of the restraints either. You’re sure he’s being a perfectionist about it like he is about most things, so you wait patiently. Once he’s happy, he sits back and looks at you, in all your naked glory, lying there tied up and waiting for him. He shivers and groans. “Merlin… You look like an angel, my beautiful perfect girl,” he leans down and leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck, reinforcing several fading hickies he’s left on you before. You moan softly and squirm beneath him, pulling at your restraints without meaning to, feeling the need to touch him. You’re surprised how quickly you feel the need to use your hands and he just smirks at you. “Be good for me and don’t fight your restraints, won’t you?” he murmurs. You nod weakly, ceasing your movements and taking a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax as his lips and hands explore your body at a torturous pace. His lips kiss patterns around and between your breasts slowly, leaving a litany of little marks behind to mark his territory, his hands slowly sliding up and down your hips and waist. “Your body is absolutely exquisite, I don’t tell you that enough, my love, sculpted by the gods, all for me,” he mutters against your skin, sucking another lovebite into the side of your breast. The praise flusters you, part of you wants to argue, but you adore the idea of him truly seeing you that way, and you believe he does. He continues to press deliberate kisses across your chest, his eyes shut in prayer. His hands brush your stomach, teasing you by skimming low and withdrawing. You sigh needily and feel him nip your skin in response. “Tell me what you want,” he orders softly.

“I want your fingers inside me,” you answer breathily, writhing a little but making sure to keep your hands still. You feel him smile and nip the skin of your sternum, by your fluttering heart. 

“That’s my girl, always so direct,” he chuckles, sitting up and spreading your legs once more. He gasps softly. “Oh… you must really be liking being at my mercy, hm? Dripping wet for me,” he smiles, rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh. His genuine smile is a rarity, he’s usually so stoic and serious, that the sight of it makes you whimper for him. Oh, how crazy he drives you. “Shhh, wait like a good girl, I know you can wait, you’re more than capable,” you pout up at him and he smiles again.“Those perfect pouty lips,” he leans down and gives you a soft sensual kiss, his fingertips tracing patterns up your thigh as he kisses you. You want to wrap your arms around him, to slide your hand in his trousers, but instead, you pull pathetically at your ropes for a moment before giving up and focusing on kissing him. His fingers nudge gently at your folds, making you spread your legs further eagerly. The tip of his index finger slides up and down between your folds, gathering wetness and using it to help circle your sensitive nub. You whine softly against his lips. “Good girl, you sound so beautiful when I make you feel good,” he praises. He leisurely slides a finger into you, which you accommodate easily due to your high state of arousal. His lithe fingers reach places you’d never even realised you’d had before your relationship with him, gently stimulating the tender spongy spot within you that makes your hips buck. He adds another finger, making you gasp and moan softly. He strokes your walls for a moment, letting you adjust to the stretch, which doesn’t take too long in the state you’re in. You stare up into his eyes, silently begging him to move his fingers, he grins back at you, his nose bumping yours affectionately. “What is it, my love?” you whine at his playful innocence, he gets like this sometimes, all smug and teasing, a monster that you had created.

“M-move them, please,” you pant, tugging uselessly at your restraints. He gives you a pointed look and you stop. 

“Okay, but you have to keep being good for me, I know you can,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly withdrawing his fingers and pressing them back in. You mewl softly, digging your heels into the plush mattress. His fingers move slowly and expertly from months of memorising your body, pushing up against that tender spot with each thrust. The room fills with vulgar wet sounds and Severus finally thinks to cast a silencing spell with his free hand. You blush, both at the realisation you hadn’t been silenced, but also at the nonchalant way he does magic while moving his fingers inside you. It’s oddly hot and he feels you fluttering around his fingers. “What is it, sweet girl? What made you throb?” he enquires, kissing your jaw. You giggle breathlessly, his fingers still working you.

“Just you,”

“I’m flattered, my love,” he purrs. “You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you? My dream girl, my perfect girl,” he mumbles between kisses against your skin, his fingers speeding up, making you whimper and squirm. He sits up, his movements never ceasing, to look over you. Your hands tied sends a possessive thrill through him, the more innocent thought that you trust him like this, and the more dangerous idea to keep you like this. “Look at you,” he hums. “You look divine, all flushed and needy for me,” he punctuates his sentence by beginning to circle his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You choke out a moan, your eyes closing for a moment. “You’re doing so well, my love, good girl, you must be getting close,”

“Y-yeah,” you moan, your back arching slightly.

“You always look so beautiful when you come,” he muses, intensifying his movements. Your moans pick up, louder and more frequent, your hands tensing and untensing in the restraints, wishing to grab onto something but unable to do anything but dig your nails into your palms. “That’s it, let yourself go, be a good girl for me like I know you are,” he coaxes. “Let me feel you come on my fingers, let me feel your pussy clench,” you gasp at his lewd words, your head growing fuzzier. It only takes a few more moments and you fall apart, your whole body shivering and going warm. You cry out his name in desperation, nails digging into your palms, back arching up off of the bed. He keeps going relentlessly, feeling you clenching around his fingers, driving you to the point of near insanity, wailing in pleasure before he finally slows down his ministrations. “You were so good, my love, so beautiful, I’m so proud of you,” he leans down, kissing across your chest once more, slowly withdrawing his fingers. You whine softly, your chest heaving under his lips as you struggle to regain your breath, your heart pounding under your skin. “That’s it, calm down for me,” he soothes, kissing up to your mouth and pressing a lingering kiss to your parted lips. “How was that?”

“Yeah, good, very good,” you laugh breathlessly. He caresses your cheek, nuzzling your nose with his own.

“Did being tied up make it better?”

“In some ways, it felt more intense, more submissive than I usually am, but I did miss touching you,” you explain quietly. He nods along in understanding. “But I’ll happily do it again, I just need some recovery time,” you smile sheepishly, and he kisses your cheek. 

“I understand, my love, you’ve been a very good girl, no more tonight, my perfect girl must be tired,” he hums. He leans up and loosens your restraints, placing placating kisses on your wrists where the rope had been rubbing slightly, but he doesn’t entirely remove the rope, just gently massaging your wrists with his thumbs for a moment.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask playfully. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before fiddling with the rope again. He secures your wrists to the headboard of his bed, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “You said no more tonight,”

“I know, my love, and I stick to it, but I think I’ll keep you here anyway,”

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xoxoxo

[lilimaginebean]

jjk men in howgarts universe (fem!reader)

characters: geto, gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, itadori, megumi, yuta disclaimer: i know there exist a magic school in Japan but since we know shit about it, it's going to be based in Hogwarts

suguru geto, a half-blood wizard from Ravenclaw, is known for excelling academically, since he was the only student of his year to score all O's (outstanding) in O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. his closest friend is gojo satoru, whom he met on his dist day at Hogwarts.

at 15, he met you in Hogmeade while enjoying butterbeer with gojo. you were having it too with your friend group and he was drawn to your laughter. eavesdropping, he learned you were from Gryffindor and the same age as him

from that moment, geto started looking for you in Hogwarts and admired you from afar. he discovered you shared some classes, and decided to have small talks with you.

your interactions began only after both of you became professors at Hogwarts. as the youngest professors, you developed an academic rivalry, competing to be the students' favorite.

despite that rivalry, you spent every Friday together in Hogmeade, enjoying butterbeer and each other's company. one night he confessed that the first time he encountered you was there. you told him both of you met earlier, in the first broom flight class, where you hit him and made him fell to the ground.

due to your hangouts with suguru in Hogmeade, students suspected you were a couple. while you denied it out of embarrasment, geto confirmed those rumors. when you confronted him about it, he finally confessed his deelings. the conversation ended with a date planned for Friday, this time at his house.

you got married after three years of dating and are known as the cutest couple in Hogwarts, despite being professors. how couldn't they rank you in first place if suguru gave you flowers every morning at breakfast?

satoru gojo, a Slytherin and a descendant of the influential Gojo family, made history by winning the Triwizard Tournament twice, first at 14 and again at 19. although only students over 17 could enter, 13-year-old geto used a spell and convinced 13-year-old gojo to write his name in the Globet Fire. thanks to that achievement, he earned widespread recognition in the wizarding world.

he met you on his first day in Hogwarts, after being ssorted into Slytherin, sitting beside you at the welcoming banquet. as a year older, you freeted him with a sweet smile. he experienced love at first sight.

from that day on, he publicly confessed his feelings for you, giving you presents every time he could and using every Hogwarts event as an opportunity to ask you out. you always rejected him since you hardly knew him. at 14, frustrated by his persistence, you told him you'd date him if he completed ten nearly impossible tasks.

although gojo were initially attracted to your looks, spending time with you made him admired your personality too. on the other side, his determination and chivalrous actions to you won you over.

by the time he turned 16, gojo had only one task left: to collect a tear from a phoenix known for its elusiveness. unbeknownst to him, that phoenix was your pet, who only obeyed you. you instructed your phoenix to let gojo obtain one of her tears, so he could finally be your boyfriend.

the two of you became a couple when he was 17 and you were 18. after him winning again the Triwizard Tournament again at 19, he proposed to you. you gave him five more tasks to complete if he wanted to be your husband.

you both got engaged when he was 21 and you were 22. however, you wouldn't celebrate the wedding until both of you reach your own personal goals. four years later, you were happily married to gojo.

kento nanami, a half-blood wizard from ravenclaw, is a dedicated student who excels in every single task. recognizing his potential, geto took him under his wing, helping him becaome one of Hogwarts' most promising wizards. kento dreamed of working as an auror in the Ministry of Magic and leading a peaceful life.

struggling with herbology, you desperately sought help from your best friends, gojo and geto. gojo teased you, despite being in the same situatino, while geto suggested you ask his pupil, nanami, to tutor you.

the next day, geto introduced you to nanami, revealing he was a year younger and from Ravenclaw. he knew you were older and from Slytherin since he often saw you with gojo. you pleaded with him to be your tutor, he kindly agreed.

thanks to your study sessions with nanami, your herbology grades imrpoved, but you found yourself distracted by his good looks and demeanor. you wanted to keep your feelings a secret, knowing gojo and geto would tease you mercilessly if they found out. when they eventually did discover your new crush, gojo relentlessly called you a "craddle robber", to which you retorted by calling gim "grave robber"

geto upon learning, went to the top of the Ravenclaw Tower to encourage nanami, believing the blonde guy had a chance with you. in truth, nanami had developed a crush on you last year, after witnessing your talent in Charms, especially when you defeated Professor Flitwick in a duel. however, even if geto already told him his feelings were reciprocated, he was shy enough to even ask you out and found impossible someone like you would repair in him.

once you passed "herbology" with an E (exceeds expectations), you rushed to find Nanami to share the news. his joyful smile encouraged you to confess your feelings. he got embarrased, since he wanted to be the first one in confessing his feelings.

ten years later, you were married to Nanami, who turned into a curse-breaker. surprisingly, his classes were that good that you decided to turn into a Professor of herbology in Hogwarts

toji zenin, a Slytherin and descendant of the ingluential Zenin family, was known for his lack of academic motivation, earning only A (acceptable) grades. despite his poor reputation in academics, he excelled at Quidditch as a beater, attracting the attention of professional teams even before graduating from Hogwarts.

you met toji during a quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, where you were supporting your Hogwart's house, Hufflepuff.

while Toji aimed to hit with a bludger, he was accidentally stuck by a teammate, causing the ball to veer toward you. he managed to save you just in time. after the match, you approached him to thank him, but he initially dismissed you, thinking you were just another fan. when he noticed you left without insisting on staying, his ego was bruised, why weren't you begging for more of his time?

out of boredom he decided you would be the new girl with who he would play with. however your naiveness and sweetness made him realize he wanted more than just a casual fling. he didn't want to play longer with you.

he confessed his initial intentions, seeking for forgiveness and a fresh start. of course, your heart shattered when you discovered he was playing with you, since you were really starting to fall for him. you appreciated his honesty and forgive him.

however, you told him you couldn't be in a relationship with someone whose intentions were that cruel. hence, you asked him to give you space and told him most closest thing you could be with him is just classmates (at least, until he matured and decided to change that traits). he accepted your rejection.

in the future, toji turned into a quidditch profesional player. you ran into him accidentally when he was returning to his house and you were closing your sweet shop. he apologized again for his actions when he was a teenager, you smiled and invited next day to a coffee.

ryomen sukuna a pureblood Slythering, was raised to believe that only purebloods were true wizards. rumors at hogwarts claimed he was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and practiced dark arts, which led others to avoid him. as a result, he often spent time in the Forbidden Forest or the library.

you met him in the Forbidden Forest, where he was practicing dark arts while you were there on a dare from friends to stay for at least 15 minutes. to his surprise, instead of running away when you saw gim casting the Cruciatus Curse on an acromantula, you sat on a rock and watched him calmly.

he recognized you from the common room as a fellow Slytherin, albeit a half-blood, which he considered inferiors. while you saw him as the lonely dude who everyone was scared of. after some time, you stood up to leave but told him that his spells would be useless against a real wizard like you.

to prove it, you dared him to cast one on you, and without hesitation, he complied. you easily deflected it with the Salvio Hexia spell, leavinf a strong impression on him. the next evening you returned to sukuna's usual spot, where this time he was reading. sukuna didn't mind your presence.

as days went by, he grew accustomed to your presence, eventually asking why you chose to stay with him. you confessed that being by his side would help dispel rumors about your friendhsip and that it might stop the purebloods from picking on you for being half-blood.

following that confession, sukuna began to acompany you throughout the day, walking you to and from classes. how could anyone mock you, the only wizard to best him? if they laughed at you, they'd also be laughing at him for losing to a half-blood. at first, he excused his actions were aimed to protect his reputation. he deeply knew it was not for his reputation, but yours.

a year later, your relationship with him shocked everyone at Hogwarts; but neither of you even cared. it was just he and you, sukuna who was a master in Dark Arts and you who were the expert in Defence against Dark Arts.

choso, a half-blood from Hufflepuff, loves caring for his siblings, though it was challenging since some are in different Hogwarts houses. to spend equal time with each, he often visited their common rooms. while he is an avarage student overall, he excels in Transfiguration, earning a reputation as the best in the school.

you didn't expect to find a Hufflepuff boy lounging on the sofa in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in a book. when he noticed you, he introduced himself clumsly as Choso, a year older, who was waiting for his younger brother.

the next day, you learned that Choso was the only student able to access all four common rooms, a feat no one dared question due to his impressive spell mistery, which included turning several students into birds. intrigued, you decided to ask him about how he was able to access all common rooms. he explained that his siblings helped him access their common rooms to spend time with him. the conversation ended when his little brother arrived.

further investigation revealed that Choso had never had a girlfriend, which made you smile widely, you had a chance with him. from that day on, you flirted with him whenever you saw him, leaving Choso blushing and your heart racing. you worried he might feel uncomfortable, but he casually confessed one day how much he enhoyed your flirting.

when he finally admitted his feelings and confessed to you thanks to his brothers help, you decided to take a step foward and kissed him. he became the happiest student alive, and followed your kiss.

choso had always cherised having his siblings around, but now that he had a girlfriend, he found it harder to spend time alone without running into one of them, leading him to reconsider his earlier sentiments.

he proposed you marriage only three months after dating, you were so shocked about this action you needed to explain him you were not prepared for it yet, but that doesn't mean the end of the relationshiop. you asked him to ask you once again in 5 years, he took that literally and even had a countdown to don't forget it. that time you accepted it.

yuji itadori, a pureblood from Gryffindor, was the captain and seeker of the Quidditch team. yuji often was surrended by many students who wanted to hang out wit him, he as the sweetheart he was always accepted them. however, the only one who considered as friend was megumi.

you met yuji during your first school year on the train. nervous, he was thrilled when you sat next to him and offered a chocolate frog that your mother gave you before departing. both of you were elated when the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor, and quicklu became inseperable friends

as time passed, you both drifted apart. yuji transfromed into a bright, outgoing student, always ready to help other with a noble personality; while you preferred the company of a close-knigt group and valued moments of solitude, mantaining a mysterious and introvert personality.

you reconnected when you both became prefects. yuji's heart skipped a beat upon realizing he would talk to you again after years apart. initial interactions felt awkwards, as you both had changed. however, both of you still wanted to revive your old friendship.

within a month, you had an important conversation where you expressed that in order to be friends again, you needed to let go of your childhood bond and start anew. yuji surprised you by confessing he didn't want just a friendship; he wanted to be something more than just friends or bestfriends.

on the day he professed his love to you, he did so with a chocolate frog. instead of findinf a famous wizard card inside the box, you discovered a note asking you to officially be his girlfriend.

you ended up getting married to him when you both turned 25, he being an auror and you being a wandmaker

megumi fushigiro, a purblood from Slytherin and the son of a famous Quidditch player. although he is skill in Quidditch playing the role of seeker, he didn't feel the blood rushing and enjoyement his father told him he felt. instead, megumi prefered to do strategies to Ravenclaw Quidditch team, being part of the technical team.

attending a quidditch match, megumi had devised strategies for his team, anticipating a tough game against gryffindor. he felt confident about countering yuji, but he soon learned you were the new seeker. megumi recognized you as yuji's younfer sister, whom he often saw yuji protect. the pink haired boy adored you and frequently boasted about you.

megumi was unaware of your talent for Quidditch, until he witnessed your skills firsthand. he was surprise by your tactical abilites too, ordering and controlling all the plays of Gryffindor while playing.

as you both began attending Quidditch matches together, discussing strategies and player performances, you both started to get close. even yuji noticed this closeness, leaving you two more time alone. he was already thinking how cool it would be to have megumi as his brother-in-law.

megumi regularly attended your practices, using the excuse of wanting to help you improve, claiming it wouldnt be fun to easily crush your team. you answered him telling him he didn't have the right of saying that since he still lose to your tactics.

relationship getting that serious he invited all your family to spend Christmas with his family in his house. you agreed, without knowing how it was even possible to get all your family in his house, until you arrived in his house. that wasn't a house, that was a mansion. if you were taken aback you almost got a heart attack when you realized megumi's father was the most famous beater. megumi confessed he didn't like to brag out his father, hence he got his mom's surname, to avoid attracting the wrong people

megumi asked for your hand the day after the Quidditch champion, which your team won. he decided to do it in your house, a private place. in that way, the news would be known when both of you were ready and to not overshadow your win

yuta okkutso, a Hufflepuff half-bloof, requested to be placed in that house during sorting, wanting to honor his mother's legacy. since the sorting hat was indecesive, and the Hatstall happened, the sorting hat decided to respect yuta's will.

one day, he wasn't ready to find an unknown cat in the prefect's toilet. how did a cat sneak there? yuta decided to follow the cat. he discovered a wand in one of the toilets, took it with a tissue and cleand it. once it was clean, he turned around expecting to see the cat. however, he saw you in your human form, with a mischievous smile. you thanked him for retrieving your wand and left wondering how it ended up there.

later that day, yuta spotted you again in your cat form, wandering the corridorss. he followed you to the girls' bathroom but, respecting your privacy, waited outside. when you didn't come aout and he had class soon, he left. for the rest of the week, yuta would always followed you to try to talk to you. however you were so much in your world, you didn't realize that.

after nine days, you finally appeared in your human form in front of him. you presented yourself, you were from ravenclaw and were an unregistered animagus. you also apologized him for not repairing he was looking for you. he got embarrased and told you it was nothing.

to his surprise, you asked him out for butterbeer, wanting to thank him for his help. he accepted and that Saturday you shared the unbelievable story of how your wand ended up there. ater the date, he asled you at to show his appreciation of you inviting him. this dynamic continued throughout the year, where you or yuta asked the other out by using any excuse, just to spend time together

eventually, you married him. you turned into a Diviner and he turned into an Auror

[sunshinemarauder]

Jily Week 2024 MASTERLIST

Jily Week 2024 is officially over, and @kay-elle-cee and I are SO blown away by the response from y'all!

A quick tally of the total participation over all seven days:

FANFICTION: 63

CREATORS: 27

FANART: 19

FAN VIDEOS: 2

TWITTER THREADS: 1

Thank you all for making this year's Jily Week an overwhelming success 🥹 85 works from 27 creators is WAY more than we'd anticipated, and it was amazing to watch the Jily fandom come together and support each other's lovely works!

In case you missed it, here is our AO3 collection!

And, of course, below is the master list of all the fan content made for Jily Week and links to the Tumblr/Twitter posts (from where you can also access AO3 links). 👉

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Day 1 – Love is in the Hair

Mistle-Wow by @livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

Simple Math by @yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Auburn by @sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Braid by @ohmygodshesinsane | Tumblr

Love Is In The Hair 1 by @eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Love Is In The Hair 2 by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Something Eternal by @tedwardremus | Tumblr

Art by @tinyluminaryzombie | Tumblr

Love Is In The Hair by @drearymondays-05 | Tumblr

Hairography by @petalsthefish | Tumblr

Thread by canismajore on Twitter

after O.W.L.s by @juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr (part 1) | Tumblr (part 2)

Art by @fiendishfyre | Tumblr

swimming through sick lullabies by @gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

flower & thorn by @thequibblah | Tumblr

he cares by sunflowersamples | Twitter

How Lily and James Fell In Love by @sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Risky Business by @arianatwycross | Tumblr

Art by @constancezin | Tumblr

Day 2 – Partners In Crime

The Interrogation by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Partners In Crime by EastWindMlk | Tumblr

United Front by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Partners in Crime by @abihastastybeans | Tumblr

Video by herefromwoods on Twitter

Partners by ohmygodshesinsane Tumblr

roots of memory by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

partners in crime by tinyluminaryzombie | Tumblr

Gentle, Patient, and Devoted by tedwardremus | Tumblr

Art by fiendishfyre | Tumblr

“Just” Partners by petalsthefish | Tumblr

Chicken of the Woods by @alrightevanns | Tumblr

Shades of Mischief by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Art by constancezin | Tumblr

Day 3 – In Vino Veritas

In Vino Veritas by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Screwed by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Drunken Confessions by drearymondays-05 | Tumblr

Force Majeaure by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Liar, Liar by @annasghosts | Tumblr

Truth in a Bottle by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Art by fiendishfyre | Tumblr

Under the influence of loss by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

Art by tedwardremus | Tumblr

Art by constancezin | Tumblr

Day 4 – Flip the Script

Flip The Script by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Like Water by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

The Good Witch by petalsthefish | Tumblr

Those Who Wallow by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Simmer Until Ready by kay-elle-cee | Tumblr

A Note of Affection by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Art by fiendishfyre | Tumblr

the dance of mischief and duty by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

Art by constancezin | Tumblr

Day 5 – Matchmaker, Matchmaker

The Sound of Silence by yallofthemwitches | Tumblr

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Four Names by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Matchmaker, Matchmaker (2) by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

The Marauders’ Master Plan by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Art by tinyluminaryzombie | Tumblr

Art by fiendishfyre | Tumblr

crafting chemistry by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

Art by constancezin | Tumblr

Day 6 – Inspired By…

Inspired By…Bioshock by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

The James Potter Affair by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

The Lady of Kini by @annabtg | Tumblr

Inspired By…Titanic by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Video by @lupinflowrs | Twitter | Tumblr

Art by lupinflowrs | Tumblr

Pride, Prejudice, and Potter by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

Art by tinyluminaryzombie | Tumblr

Art by fiendishfyre | Tumblr

i’m waiting for it, that green light by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

Art by @ilikeginnyweasley | Tumblr

Art by constancezin | Tumblr

Day 7 – Continuation Station

Cervus by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

The Boy (In The Bedroom) Next Door Extra by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Echoes of Tuning Hearts (Bonus Track) by Eastwindmlk | Tumblr

when i first saw you, the end was soon by juniperpyre (a cut scene) | Tumblr

My Dog Said I Can’t Go Out With You (James’ Version) by tedwardremus | Tumblr

ripples in the water chapter by kay-elle-cee | Tumblr

Not A Bang, But A Whimper by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

but we dream in the light by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

Bewitched By You by sonics-atelier | Tumblr

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[pintrestgrl]

hihihi i saw u we're asking for requests so i was wondering if u could do maybe a theo nott x reader but it's his gf and she's stressed about exams? i'm definitely not projecting rn idk what u mean

also could i be 🦇 anon if it hasn't been claimed? 💕💕 i've been stalking ur blog atm and i love ur writing :)

hiiiii 🦇 anon !! u seem sweet ily ! but yes i can do that !!

and thank you for love on my writing, it means the absolute world to me 🥹 ily

also if you want a different plot with this idea, but containing smut pls lmk !! i’d love to write it for u !!

please enjoy !!

bf!theodore nott with stressed!reader.

this was probably the most amount of stress you’d been under in a very, very long time.

o.w.l.s were coming up, and it was safe to say that you were nervous.

you had been going bed to late after studying, and waking up early to study some more.

you didn’t mean too, but it was more then likely that you had been avoiding your boyfriend theo, as well.

you had been yet again studying, books thrown all over your desk, when you heard a knock at your door.

you were confused, not remembering any reason why someone would be at your dorm right now.

you opened the door, seeing an expectant theodore at the door.

the second you saw him, it all came flooding back to you.

you had made plans with theodore a while ago for this day, but clearly it had slipped your mind.

the minute you saw his excited eyes, you felt your own flood with tears.

you walked into his arms, collapsing into his chest and likely wetting the fabric with your eyes.

he rubbed your back, his brows furrowing with confusion by the sight of you crying suddenly.

he spoke.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, baby?”

you sniffled, pulling away and meeting his cold eyes with your own teary ones.

you spoke.

“i’m sorry. i forgot— about our plans, i mean. i was studying, and, and—”

he held your face, kissing the bridge of your nose sweetly. he’d noticed your extra studying, and how you hadn’t really been responding to his texts much.

he thought it was better not to say anything for now, though.

he spoke.

“i know. it’s fine, okay? don’t cry, bella.”

you nodded, feeling his large hands wipe away the salty tears that slipped out of your eyes.

he led you inside, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he clicked the door shut behind him.

he subtly turned off the lamp at your desk, allowing your mind to be freed from any thoughts of the upcoming exams.

he laid down with you, allowing you to rant about all your worries for the exams to him.

he listened, planting sweet kisses on your face every time you got a bit too worked up.

soon, you grew tired in his arms. shifting your position, laying on top of him as he mumbled in your ear.

“gotta quit studying so much. i miss you, bellissima.”

you nodded, humming sleepily in acknowledgment at his words.

he played with your hair for a few minutes, before hearing you whisper in his ear.

“i love you, theo.”

you said, planting a soft kiss right on top of his jaw.

he smiled softly, hand stroking your back softly.

he spoke.

“i love you too, mia secchiona.”

[cash-111]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Theodore Nott x reader

Content: comfort, fluff, bestfriend!Theo, friends to lovers, gender and house of the reader are not mentioned

Synopsis: reader is stressed by all of the school work they have and Theo won’t stand there an watch them deteriorate.

Length: short

A/N: I could write a sequel with smut if anyone were interested

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5th year had been hard, with O.W.L.s and all, but 6th? Bloody hell, you couldn’t catch a break.

It wasn’t until it was too late to change, that you realized you had overestimated your will to study and make everything fit into your schedule.

With Quidditch practice, advanced standard subjects (and don’t let the “standard” fool you, there was nothing ‘standard’ about advanced potions and transfiguration), care of magical creatures, runes, bloody arithmancy… curse your stupid self for voluntarily picking up magic math on meth.

You had considered begging your teachers to let you drop a subject once or twice, but you were no quitter, and your stubborn, pride-ridden heart would never allow that.

So now you were scrambling to get work done and sprinting between classes, earning yourself a few scoldings from the faculty.

You were so preoccupied with staying afloat study-wise, that the previous time you usually dedicated to your friends had now been turned in power-naps and more, incessant, work.

Most of your friends decided to give you time, but your best friend, Theo, just ‘could not give you up’. So, he decided to work around the problem and hang out with you anyway even with all your protests.

“Theo would you just please get out?!”

You exasperated eventually, after he would keep trying to strike up conversation or annoy you to get you to stop ignoring him.

“And where would the fun be in that, love”

He’d reply nonchalantly every time.

This time you had had enough, though, and set yourself to do something you may or may not regret the next day.

“I AM DONE WITH YOU. I do not want to play around, I do not want to hear your insufferable jokes, or look at your stupid face. Your ‘fun’ is the LEAST of my concerns. I need to get work done. GET OUT.”

You shouted, getting impossibly close to his face and poking a finger into his chest, in an effort to be as intimidating as possible.

Theodore stared down at you, unmoving and calm. A more serious expression on his face. When suddenly, he pulled you into a hug.

You tried to protest but he shushed you quickly.

“You’ve been going through a lot these weeks, haven’t you?” His voice was soft, caring. It caught you off guard so off guard that you remained silent, mouth opening and closing at intervals.

“I know everything’s been weighing on you. I just want you to take it easy every once in a while” he sighed, his hand caressing through your hair. “And I just want you to know that you don’t have to keep up with everyone’s expectations. I’m proud of you, always.”

Tears started to prick at your eyes at his words. You hadn’t realized how much the stress of everything had been affecting you. You melted into him and buried you head into his chest.

“I don’t deserve you” you sobbed “I’m sorry for how mean I’ve been to you these past few weeks.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize, love.” He kept you close to himself until you started to even out your breath again, holding you with such a firm tenderness, you almost forgot about your worries.

“Fuck, I just wish there was a way to let off steam and get away from all that bullshit…” you mumbled against him.

Theo cringed lightly at your words, his muscles unconsciously tensing.

“What?” You loosened the hug to look up at him once more. “Do you know a way?”

“Uhm”

He avoided your eye contact, a hint of pink displaying on his cheeks.

“There might be a way…”

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I just know all the Slytherins love Snape. Like yeah, he's cruel and snarky towards everyone, but to his SNAKES? That's what they call encouragement. If they didn't have Snape berating them (albeit with better intentions than when he berates others) they wouldn't have gotten House Cup 7 years in a row.

What's that? You're struggling with your potion studys? Just pull up to Professor Snapes quarters. You're a first year and you threw up during the night? Just pull up to Professor Snapes quarters!!!

Like yeah he'll be pissed at having to divert his plans just to help you out, but he'll do it. I mean, he'd say it's just because he wants to win the housecup, so he has to nurse the best out of his students... But the truly perceptive can see that little shimmer of fondness in his eyes when a Slytherin makes a near perfect Draught of Living Death, and they can tell when he's marking work if it's made by a Slytherin, because he has these eyes that look like he's scanning for every single mark he can give them.

And of course, the other heads of house feel the same about their students, Snape just happens to be the most suprising one to see patting a fifth years hair after finishing their O.W.L.s