#snape drabble

[missmeasured]

Smutty Snape Drabble…

Somewhere in a Victorian era AU you’re married to Snape. Your pregnancy has begun to show and you are confined to the house, lest anyone be reminded a woman has ever had sexual intercourse by seeing your unholy roundness.

You find yourself wondering what is wrong with society that they have confined you to the house that contains the husband who made you this way in the first place. For if they only knew that your wicked husband is now abusing your confinement by ravishing you repeatedly, with absolutely no chance that the deed was intended for procreation, practically thrice per day.

Oh to visit the shops, to get out of these walls, to hear the gossip as it happens rather than from delayed friends retellings. But no, no shopping for you, your husband’s hands are on your shoulders again. A tell tale sign. An attempted seduction is imminent. You want to roll your eyes but your body and your brain are at odds lately.

Too slow to waddle away from his spritely speed, you must face the demon head on. You know he will speak to you, to use his best weapon against you the voice that comes from the devil himself. You must keep moving, don’t let him touch you or you are done for. His voice manages to stop your escape as it always does. His gentle fingers on your face seal the deal.

You are a little sore still from this morning’s sins, and yet already when his lips meet yours your body is too eager to do it once more. How dare he make you feel so out of control? You wonder, all thoughts exiting your head except the feeling of his hand pulling yours steadily up the stairs.

You normally would have had an innocent social outing, taking tea and walks in the park but your confinement to protect the eyes of the innocent from the your new shape had damned you to this instead. It was all you really had to pass the time these days. Then again even when you’ve had social calls from those close to your husband, such as the Malfoys and their friends in tow, your husband cares not for socializing and is too quick to send them away if he has already made up his mind that he would rather have you.

You wonder if he enjoys starving you of the attention of others, to rely solely on his bursts of affection for your daily social interactions. Does he want you desperate to receive his cooed honeyed words? You will never be truly sure. The only thing you are sure of is that you have many weeks left of being a prisoner in your marital bed, and your husband seems to like to much the hormones that have turned you into an eager slave. You worry he will not let your belly stay empty for long.

[4m0r1m]

The Grin He Waited For

SUMMARY: Everyone just wanted to see her smile. He falls donw and gets a whole laugh out of her. How's that even possible??

PAIRING: james potter x reader

A/N: I'm really sorry foir making you guys wait so much foor another fic but I'm really getting stressed because of my finals. This is gonna be a little short but anyways I hope you like it!!

There was a certain type of warmth that clung to James Potter like a second skin—relentless, golden, loud. It was in his laugh, in the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, in how he practically bounced with energy when he walked into a room. James Potter didn’t enter places. He arrived. And whether you wanted to or not, you noticed.

You, however, were the opposite. Reserved. Quiet. Often mistaken for being rude, when in truth, you just didn’t see the need to exhaust energy on everyone. The Marauders, in particular, were always exhausting. Endearing, sure. But exhausting.

Sirius was chaos incarnate. Remus was observant and gentle, though a bit too fond of offering unsolicited advice. Peter tried too hard to be funny. And James—James was infuriatingly delightful. You didn’t like how easily he drew people in. You didn’t like how your chest warmed around him. But most of all, you didn’t like that no one could seem to make you smile… yet he managed to make you feel lighter just by being in the same room.

It had become a bit of a game. The others tried it all—Sirius with his pranks, Remus with his kindness, even Peter with his bumbling commentary. Each attempt to crack your stony demeanour ended in failure.

James never tried. Not once. He just carried on, laughing with Sirius, throwing apples at Peter’s head in the Great Hall, launching into Quidditch monologues that made absolutely no sense to you. And somehow, that made him more charming.

You had grown used to their presence in your orbit. Somehow, you were part of their strange little group, even if you didn’t speak much. You were the one who didn’t laugh. The one who rolled their eyes. The one who, by all accounts, simply existed alongside them.

Until the day James fell.

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It was a Wednesday evening. Rain battered against the windows of the Gryffindor common room. A fire crackled gently in the hearth, filling the room with a low amber glow. You were curled up in an armchair, a blanket draped over your lap, eyes flicking across the pages of a thick book.

Sirius was doing impressions. Remus was half-listening, scribbling notes for an assignment. James and Peter were arguing over who would win in a broomstick race through the Forbidden Forest—James was, as usual, full of confidence.

“I’m telling you,” James was saying, hopping onto the arm of the sofa with one leg swung over, “if I’d had my broom that day, I’d have made it through that thicket in under a minute. Easy.”

Peter snorted. “You’d have flown straight into a tree.”

James puffed out his chest. “I’m nimble.”

You didn’t look up, but you were listening. You always listened when James talked, even if you pretended not to.

“I could do a flip right now and land on my feet,” James announced proudly.

“Go on, then,” Sirius egged, his grin wicked.

With the kind of misplaced confidence only James Potter possessed, he launched himself off the armrest with a ridiculous twist—

—and faceplanted directly into the carpet.

There was a thump, followed by a sharp “oof!” as he groaned into the floor.

The room fell silent.

You looked up.

And for the first time in a very long while… you snorted. Not a polite giggle. Not a stifled chuckle. A full, unfiltered snort.

Everyone’s heads whipped around.

“Did you just—?” Sirius blinked.

“Oh my god,” Remus murmured, eyes wide.

Peter looked like he’d seen a ghost.

But James… James was still lying flat on the rug. Slowly, he lifted his head, cheeks squashed and hair sticking out in all directions.

He met your gaze.

And then he smiled. That smile. Soft, genuine, adoring.

“There it is,” he breathed, as though he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. “The laugh.”

You felt heat crawl up your neck, eyes dropping to your lap. You tried to hide it—too late. The room erupted into laughter, but James’s voice was the only one that lingered in your ears.

That night, the teasing was relentless. Sirius looked ready to throw a party. Remus gave you a smug little nod. Peter kept whispering, “I thought you were incapable.”

But James didn’t say a word.

Not until later.

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You were heading back down to the common room for a forgotten quill when you saw him sitting by the fire alone, glasses skewed, legs stretched out, a book open but unread in his lap.

He looked up as you entered.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You paused, unsure. “Hey.”

A beat passed. The fire crackled.

“I wasn’t trying to make you laugh,” James said, voice low and sincere.

“I know.”

“I mean—Sirius has a bet going, and the others are obsessed with seeing you smile, but me? I just wanted… I dunno. For you to want to laugh. For yourself.”

You looked at him, surprised. “You’ve really been waiting for that?”

He shrugged. “Not like… obsessively. But yeah. Kinda. It’s a good sound. Worth the wait.”

Your chest tightened in a way that was unfamiliar. Warm and aching and sweet all at once.

“James?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for falling on your face.”

He laughed. “Anytime.”

You turned to leave, but then paused. You glanced over your shoulder, met his eyes, and let a small smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

Not a snort. Not a laugh.

But a smile.

And James Potter lit up like the sun was rising just for him.

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The next day, Sirius tried three times to prank Filch just to impress you. Remus offered you a muffin he definitely hadn’t baked himself. Peter knocked over a goblet of pumpkin juice onto Snape’s robes.

You didn’t laugh.

But across the room, James caught your eye.

You smirked.

And he smiled back like it was a secret only the two of you shared.

You supposed, in a way, it was.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝) || Severus Snape ||

A/n: I low key love Snape (idk leave me alone) Au where he only saw Lily as a sister, survived the war thanks to the Reader ( the girl he always loved )

-and Harry is a professor here like he should have been.

Severus Snape had endured many things in his life—war, betrayal, incompetent students, Harry Potter’s entire existence—but nothing could have prepared him for the utter chaos that came with bringing a one-and-a-half-year-old into his classroom.

And yet, here he was.

You had come down with a rather nasty bout of illness and was currently confined to his quarters at Hogwarts, leaving Severus with no other choice but to bring his son, Elias, with him to class. He had considered leaving the toddler with Minerva, but the mere thought of McGonagall indulging Elias’ every whim sent an unpleasant shudder down his spine.

So, there he sat. At his desk. Resigned. With his son.

Elias sat happily in a conjured high chair beside him, swinging his little legs while munching on a biscuit, blissfully unaware that he had just become the single greatest distraction Hogwarts had seen in years.

The students were losing their minds.

From the moment they entered the dungeon, every single one of them froze, eyes going wide before they exploded into whispered squeals and awed whispers.

“Oh my Merlin, is that—?”

“Professor Snape has a baby?”

“He’s so cute!”

“I never thought I’d see the day—”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose as a Hufflepuff girl audibly gasped, clutching her friend’s arm in excitement.

“If anyone so much as utters the words ‘adorable’ or ‘precious’ within my vicinity,” Severus drawled, rubbing his temples, “you will all be scrubbing cauldrons until next Christmas.”

A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand and without being called upon exclaimed. “But sir, he is adorable."

Severus glared. “Detention.”

“Worth it.”

Elias, as if sensing he was the center of attention, turned his head, blinked at the students… and then let out a tiny, delighted giggle.

The entire class melted.

Several Gryffindors gasped audibly. One Slytherin put a hand over her heart like she had just witnessed something life-changing.

Elias, pleased with the reaction, clapped his little hands together and giggled again.

Severus exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling like it might give him strength but as if his day could not get possibly worse.

Enter: Professor Potter

The moment the door to the classroom swung open, and in strolled Harry Potter, now a professor himself, his grin far too wide for Severus’ liking.

Harry took one look at the situation and immediately let out a low whistle.

“Well, well, well,” Harry said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Now this is something I never thought I’d see. You, Snape, forced to bring your baby to work.”

Severus glared. “Spare me, Potter.”

Harry ignored him completely and walked right up to Elias, who beamed at him.

“Hey there, little man,” Harry said, ruffling Elias’ dark hair. “Having fun driving your dad mad?”

Elias giggled again and held his arms up, clearly expecting to be picked up.

Harry immediately complied, because who could ever deny such a cute baby.

Severus scowled. “Put him down, Potter.”

Harry grinned. “Oh, come on, Snape. It’s not my fault your son clearly likes me more.”

Elias, as if to confirm this, gently patted Harry’s face, then turned toward Severus and—with the biggest, most innocent smile possible—said: “Dada funny.”

The entire class burst into laughter.

Severus closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose.

You owed him for this. So much.

By the time class was over, Severus had accepted his fate. His students had spent more time cooing at Elias than focusing on their potions, and Potter had not let him hear the end of it.

As the last student left, Harry still grinning like an idiot, Severus stood, plucking Elias from his high chair.

“You,” he muttered to his son, “are a menace.”

Elias snuggled into his father’s shoulder, completely unfazed.

Severus sighed, running a hand through Elias’ messy dark curls. He was exhausted. But somehow… he didn’t mind.

When you were finally better, he was going to pretend this entire day never happened.

Harry, unfortunately, would never let him and it seemed that Dumbledore wouldn't either.

Severus Snape had endured an entire day of humiliation.

Students cooing over Elias. Harry’s endless teasing. McGonagall smirking at his suffering. Even you, his own wife, had laughed yourself into a coughing fit when you had heard about what had happened in his classroom.

Surely, surely, he would find some peace in the Headmaster’s office.

Severus swept inside, Elias still clinging sleepily to his robes, and collapsed into the chair behind the desk, letting out an exhausted sigh.

That’s when the chuckling started.

Severus froze.

Slowly, too slowly, he turned his head toward the portraits lining the walls.

And there, in his grand frame, sat Albus Dumbledore, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief behind his half-moon spectacles.

Severus sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No,” he said flatly. “Not you too.” A headache already forming.

Dumbledore merely smiled. “Oh, my dear boy,” he said, his voice far too pleased. “How could I possibly resist?”

Severus glared. “This is not a spectacle for your amusement.”

Dumbledore’s portrait chuckled. “Severus, I have watched you suffer through many things in life. But this—” he gestured dramatically toward the sleeping toddler curled against his father’s chest—“this is by far the most entertaining.”

Severus scowled craddling his son against his chest as his gaze looked away from the large portrait.

“I must say,” Dumbledore continued, his eyes twinkling brighter than ever, “I never imagined I would see the day where Severus Snape was reduced to being a walking bed for a sleepy child.”

Severus gritted his teeth. “If you are quite finished—”

“Oh, not yet,” Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Several of the other portraits chuckled in agreement, some nodding along.

“You know,” Dumbledore mused, resting his chin on his hand, “if dear Elias does end up in Hufflepuff, I do believe Minerva will never let you hear the end of it.”

Severus groaned. “Enough.” Fingers running through his hair.

“Perhaps a yellow scarf for Christmas?”

“I am leaving now.”

“A badger plush in his Hogwarts trunk, perhaps?”

Severus stood abruptly, shaking his head in pure exasperation. “I refuse to participate in this absurdity.”

Elias stirred in his sleep, mumbling softly, before letting out a content sigh, his little fingers gripping onto Severus’ robes even tighter.

Dumbledore’s grin widened.

Severus looked down at his son, his scowl softening for just a fraction of a second. He let out a long suffering sigh, then turned one last glare at the portrait.

“You are insufferable,” he muttered.

Dumbledore beamed. “And you, my dear boy, are adorable.”

Severus left immediately.

As the door slammed shut, Dumbledore’s portrait chuckled again, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

“Ah,” he mused, leaning back in his chair. “That was deeply satisfying.”

[eatinghammers]

Snirius except Sirius is trying to win Severus over in the stupidest ways. Just being absurdly down bad for him. While James' is chasing Lily, Sirius is actively chasing Severus. Literally.

He shows up to his house in the summer, luckily his Dad's away, singing a terrible love song with flowers.

Flying class, which I suspect is pretty similar to PE, he's claiming Severus to be on his team. The marauders are absolutely admonished by his sudden interest, but somehow supportive.

There's random love notes, flowers, gifts, etc.

Severus thinks this is all one big prank on him, one he's not gonna fall for and Sirius is literally so down bad for him.

[sunskisser]

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.

[princesevsnape]

Baby Fever (Severus Snape x Reader)

Prompts: “I need a hug” , “I want a baby”

Prompt List

Word count: 532

A/N: Soft!Sev. He deserves so much love and I feel like under that cold, hard exterior there is a softer side to Severus.

Severus stormed into the chambers that the two of you shared. You were already there sat in your armchair reading a book.

“What’s wrong Sev?” You asked, concerned by the angry look on his face.

“Just a stressful day darling.” He said, his whole demeanour changing as soon as he saw you.

“Can I help in anyway?” You asked, closing your book and placing it down on the table.

Standing up from your seat you slowly walked over to Severus. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder you whispered “I’m happy to do anything you need.”

Severus turned to look at you. “Now you mention it I do need a hug.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around him. Severus leant down and rested his head on your shoulder as you held him.

All his stress melted away the minute you held him. Stroking his hair you said “I mean it Sev. Anything you need I’m happy to help.”

“I know darling. I just need you. That’s all I need right now. Just to be held by you. To know I’m loved. I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. I don’t deserve you.” He said pulling you closer to him.

“Sev let’s sit down.” You said.

The both of you sat down on the edge of the bed. You took both his hands in your own. Looking in your eyes Severus finally let out a smile.

“Severus. You do deserve me. You have done so much for me. You protect me. You love me. And that’s enough for you to deserve me.”

“I don’t though. Not with all the bad things I’ve done in the past.”

“For Merlin’s sake Severus. You’ve changed. You’re not that person anymore.”

“I changed for you. Because I wanted to be with you. I changed because I love you.” He admitted.

“I know you did. And you’ve more than made up for what you did in the past. You’re a good man now Severus. And you deserve my love. And you are loved. More than you know.” You said placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I want a baby.” He suddenly blurt out.

“What? I thought you hated kids.” You said.

“I do. Well not all kids just some of the kids at this school. But I want a baby with you. I want to prove to you that I’m a changed man.” He said.

“Sev you’ve already proven to me that you’re a changed man.”

“I know but I want to start a family with you. I want there to be a little version of us.”

“Are you sure Severus? Even knowing that one day you will have to go back and do the Dark Lord’s work? Knowing you will have to pretend like you’re on his side again?” You asked.

“I’m sure. Plus it will make me feel better about having to do his bidding again. Knowing I’m doing it to protect you and our child. Knowing I will always have you and our child to come back home to.” He admitted.

“Then put a baby in me Sev.” You said a huge smile on your face.

[teacup-gathering-itself]

21 year old Severus Snape waking up to an eleven year old slytherin quietly calling his name from the doorway outside his personal quarters. He throws on a robe and stumbles to the door, bleary eyed and thoroughly exhausted.

“Yes?” He manages to get out, praying to every higher power that he won’t need to actually contribute energy into a human conversation at this ungodly hour.

“…Sir…I—I frew up”

[wolfwind3]

Eloquent

“... Even put a stop in death.” Severus cursed and turned away from the mirror. He had worked so hard to get rid of the stutter, but now he was mixing up the words? He couldn't do anything right.

He paced around the room, muttering to himself. “Stopper in, stopper in, put a stopper in…”

The words lost all meaning before he finally stopped and turned back to the mirror.

He didn't look like a professor. He was as small and skinny as ever, and much too young. But he had no choice. He straightened and began again. “You are here…”

[x-junwrites-x]

A Bath for the Soul(Severus Snape x Reader)

Tw: none

(POV: First person)

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“Darling.” He mumbled lowly, handsome nose pressing into my shoulder softly. I mumbled, eyes remaining closed as I laid back against his bare chest. He shifted slightly in the water, arms tightening around my middle as he pressed me closer to him in the bath. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”

I sighed through my nose, tilting my head to rest against his. He kissed the crown of my head, humming when my hand tightened for a second around his thigh.

“It’s so comfortable though.” I murmured softly, blinking my eyes open. The candles lit around the tub gave the perfect amount of light as the atmosphere continued to remain calm and soothing.

“I’m glad you think using me as your personal pillow is comfortable.” He snarked without any real sharpness, earning a huff.

“Well, you are quite comfortable.” I teased, tipping my head to kiss the side of his neck. His hand lifted out of the water to trace up my throat, cupping my chin to tilt my head. His dark eyes fell to my lips, the flickering flame reflecting in them. He pressed closer, breath ghosting over my skin for a tense moment before we were kissing. I hummed, feeling the way the arm around my waist gripped onto my side in desire. I parted from him, his eyes flickering down to my lips before I was shifting to rest our chests together. His arms loosened enough for me to move, the water in the tub sloshing slightly

“You’re so beautiful.” His rich voice murmured, eyes gazing down at me lovingly. I smiled gently, fingers cradling his face and moving some of the wet hair out of his eyes.

“You think so?” I asked gently, his arms winding around my waist like they belonged there. I suppose they did.

“Of course,” He said, nose brushing my own as he closed his eyes, “You’re mine.”

My chest warmed, my eyes turning to crescents as I peppered his face with kisses. A deep rumble of a chuckle escaped him as I did, his hands tightening around my waist.

“What would I do without your little kisses, hm?” He murmured, his onyx eyes fluttering open. I smiled softly. They held something soft, though tired.

“You’d probably crumble away.” I teased, his face tipping into my hands.

“Highly doubtful.” He drawled, leaning back in the tub. My eyes flickered over the way his chest expanded as he breathed deeply, my legs slipping forward to straddle him as he readjusted himself. My fingers splayed over his chest, feeling the thrum under my fingers of his heart. His hand reached to wrap around my wrists softly, bringing one of my hands up to press against his mouth.

“I love you.” I whispered, watching the way his dark eyes fixed on mine.

“And I, you, my dear,” He murmured.

We stayed in the bath until we were prunes, the two of us helping the other stand as the water drained from the tub.

It wasn’t every day he had enough time for a long bath, restoring the feeling of longing for one another after the tedious school year was over. Now, with the summer stretched out in front of us, we would have time again to spend with one another unabashedly.

[lilmarshie]

Cuddles | S. Snape x Professor! Reader

- Severus loves spending time with you after his classes, cuddling you, it helps him to relieve any stress that he may be feeling.

- You are a Professor at Hogwarts and had met Snape during your second year of teaching.

- He is enamored by your presence and enthusiasm for your students.

- You are the light and life of every room that you may enter.

- Severus’ cuddles are gentle, his hands smooth, and his body a soothing sensation against yours.

- His body was significantly cooler than yours but he had a ton of blankets that were thrown haphazardly on his bed.

- The fire roared in the teacher dormitories giving you both an extra bit of warmth.

- Snape whispered sweet words into your ear as you snuggled up together.

[echostalker]

Lily's Ghost That Haunts Them

Ron:*Standing in front of Harry with a broken leg, mangle arm from being bit and ready to throw down* You wanna go bro? You wanna go down?! I can take you! Kick your arse! You wanna kill Harry? Y'all got to kill us all! Come at me you lily-white, ugly arse-

Harry:*panicking, trying to get Ron to sit and off his broken leg* Oh fucking Merlin! Ron! Ron! No bad Ron! *Struggling* Calm down please!

Ron: No balls, nipples hanging, skinny twink!

Sirius: *having multiple horrifying flashbacks to when Lily Evans starting fights in righteous anger over her friends all throughout Hogwarts with James Potter trying to calm her down in a panic*

Sirius: Welp…I lived an okay life.

Ron: I don’t need a bloody wand to-

Hermione: *covering her face in embarrassment and fear* Shhhh Ron, no, please! Stop egging the bloody serial killer! Ronald!

Ron: *lets out a scream as he tackles a shrieking Sirius*

Remus/Severus/Peter: *Flashback to when 4’9 first year Lily taking on a guy twice her height and weight….and winning* Bloody fuck…

[forestofwillow]

The concept of falling in love while fighting a war was one rooted in controversy. With so much at stake, was it foolish to allow measly emotions to cloud your judgment and impact your ability to perform? Preferring to wait until it's all over to find your happiness, if you make it to the end that is, preventing both parties from the heartbreak of what could be inevitable? Or should one cling to every moment of joy they can get their greedy hands on because you never know when it will be your last?

But one chooses to fall in love, just as much as one chooses to breathe. Even when the world around you has crumbled and shattered, leaving the dust of sorrow in its wake, your heart still yearns for another against your will.

And Severus yearned for Hermione.

As he stared into her eyes, watching a single tear roll down her cheek he had to wonder if they would be sealing their fate if they kissed goodbye? Destined to make their fatality come true?

Or would he live the rest of his life mourning that final instance of intimacy, that last chance to commit the topography of her body to his memory–a memory that was fading away, soon to be forgotten amongst the ghosts of his past?

He could see the same questions swirling in her honeyed eyes, their indecision hanging thickly in the air. Each choice solidified something they didn't want to think about. All they wanted was right in front of them.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

would you be able to do like 19-20 year old snape x reader?? they’re both young professors at hogwarts and obviously virgins and i was wondering if you could write about their first time lol- there’s not enough content of young professor severus lol

A/n: Of course! ( i also gotta get on the other smut i promised 😩)

Both are the same age ( mid 20's ), Severus was never in love with Lily ( she was like a sister to him)

It was after curfew, and the dungeons were quiet.

You hadn’t meant to linger this long in Severus Snape’s office — and he hadn’t asked you to leave. The two of you sat across from each other, a shared pot of tea now cold between you, conversation trailing off into a heavy, loaded silence.

His dark eyes kept returning to your lips.

You noticed. But you didn’t move away.

“I, ah…” Severus cleared his throat, fingers twitching at the edge of the table. “I’m aware this is… unprofessional.”

“So am I,” you whispered, and something fragile cracked in the air.

He stood so abruptly his chair scraped back, but he didn’t pace. He hovered. Staring at you like he didn’t know what to do — what was allowed. And you, heart thudding, reached for his hand.

“Have you ever…?” you asked softly.

His fingers curled around yours. “No.”

A breath. “Me either.”

His shoulders dropped. His face twisted — not in disgust, but relief. And then, he leaned down. Kissed you like it was a confession. Careful. Starving. All breath and hesitation and hidden want. His hands cupped your face like you were glass, like he couldn’t believe this was real. And then he kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue brushing your lower lip with a groan like it had been building in him for years.

You clung to him. His hair, his robes, the lean strength of his body as he pulled you flush against him and guided you to his quarters just down the corridor. It wasn’t glamorous — sparsely lit, tidy, private — but it felt like stepping into his world.

And then you were in his bed, his hands trembling as he pushed your robes from your shoulders. Your name left his lips like a spell.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whispered, touching his face. “You just have to be here.”

That undid him.

He kissed down your neck, along your collarbone, hands exploring like he couldn’t get enough — reverent, unsure, but trying. When you pulled his shirt off and laid back for him, his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely, voice barely a whisper.

“You are too,” you said, and he blinked like he didn’t believe it. Like no one ever had.

When he slid between your legs, you felt his cock brush your thigh — thick, hard, leaking. He groaned low, his hips twitching as he tried to hold back. His hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he looked down at you, eyes dark with nerves and want.

“I don’t want to hurt you."

“You won’t.”

He kissed you again as he slowly pushed inside — the stretch was unfamiliar, but he kept whispering your name, pausing every few seconds, shaking from the effort of holding back.

“Gods,” he groaned as he sank in fully. “You feel—fuck. You feel incredible.”

You cupped his face, fingers sliding into his hair as he began to move — slowly, deeply, like he was savoring every second. There was nothing fast or frantic about it. Just the sound of your moans, his soft curses, your bodies moving together for the first time.

“Severus—please,” you whispered, and he broke.

He began to thrust faster, your slick sounds echoing in the quiet room, his name falling from your lips like worship. You felt him shaking above you, trying to last, but you were right there with him.

When you came, it was with a cry — your cunt pulsing around him as he groaned and came too, cock twitching inside you, hips pressed tight against yours.

Afterward, he didn’t move for a long time.

Just buried his face in your neck and held you like you were the only real thing he’d ever touched.

“…I’ll never forget this,” he murmured.

Neither would you.

The fire had burned low, casting shadows across the stone walls. A single candle flickered on the bedside table, illuminating the tangle of limbs beneath the covers.

You stirred first.

Not from discomfort, but warmth — the slow awareness of Severus’s body still wrapped around yours. One of his arms was draped over your waist, fingers splayed across your stomach as if holding you in place even in sleep. His breath was soft against your shoulder, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep rest.

You turned just slightly, careful not to wake him, and took him in.

In sleep, he looked so much younger. The harsh lines of his face were softened, the worry smoothed from his brow. His dark lashes rested against pale skin, and his lips — slightly parted — were still kiss-bitten from the night before.

Your chest swelled with something tender and aching.

He hadn’t said much after. Just held you like a lifeline, like he was afraid you might disappear. You’d curled into his chest, and in the safety of his bed, sleep had eventually claimed you both.

Now, in the golden stillness of morning, you let yourself study him. The curve of his throat. The faint scar on his shoulder. The way his hand twitched against your skin, even in dreams.

You didn’t realize you were smiling until he stirred.

His brows knit together as he blinked awake, eyes unfocused and slow. Then he saw you. His gaze sharpened — startled, almost panicked for a beat — until your hand reached up to touch his cheek.

“I’m still here,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to will himself to believe it. His hand slid from your stomach to your ribs, then up to your back, pulling you closer.

“You didn’t… regret it?” he asked, voice hoarse from sleep.

You shook your head gently. “Not even for a second.”

His eyes opened again — something breaking open in him. A relief he hadn’t dared hope for.

He leaned in slowly, hesitantly, like he was still asking permission.

You met him halfway.

The kiss was nothing like last night’s — not hungry, not desperate. It was soft. A brush of lips, a shared breath. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“You should know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t… share myself.”

“I know,” you murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Me either.”

And then you just laid there — in the quiet, in the light — tangled in each other like you’d done it a hundred times before. His hand slipped back down to your waist, holding you close. Your fingers lazily traced the planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath the skin.

“You’re warm,” he murmured against your hair, sounding more surprised than anything.

You smiled. “So are you.”

For the first time in years, Severus Snape felt like he wasn’t alone.

And neither did you.

[eatinghammers]

Snirius headcanons #9

Can you tell that I'm obsessed w/ them??

Sirius is very openly clingy. He'll actually say it out loud. He'll hang off Severus, hug him from behind and awkwardly shuffle while he's trying to do stuff, etc. Meanwhile Severus is very inwardly clingy. It took Sirius forever to understand, he thought Severus maybe didn't actually like him or love him. Severus will stare at him, ask him questions to make him stay in the room longer, etc.

Backtracking off the last one, Sirius gets clingy more often than Severus and for different reasons. Sirius gets clingy because he missed him, because he wants to spend time together, or because he's bored, and it's at least once a day. Meanwhile, Severus gets clingy whenever he's upset, had a bad day, feeling insecure, etc. He's only in a mood like that where he feels clingy once in a while.

Sirius "YOU FUCKING WHAT NOW?!? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!" Black x Severus "You never asked, last week." Snape.

Severus is a spy, so obviously he can keep up a good facade, an amazing facade. I think it took a year or two, but Sirius picked up on the little changes that depicted his mood. Whenever he's anxious, his eyes dart around the room. Whenever he's mad, his lips go thin. Etc etc.

The first time his friends came over after they had become a serious relationship, he warned them not to tease, belittle, nothing regarding Severus. (Only he can do it- playfully) James said one word and he was out the door. It became a very firm rule.

Sirius bites Severus randomly, and he says nom nom while doing so. He'll show up to work with bite marks and everyone thinks he got some last night, he didn't, Sirius was just biting him.

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 21: Crisp Air

Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.

Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.

“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”

You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.

You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.

“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.

He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.

You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”

He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.

“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.

“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”

“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”

You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against the goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.

“Y/n?” He breathes.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.

In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.

“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.

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[princesevsnape]

Severus X Reader

Summary: your best friend who is in love with you, gets extremely jealous when other men flirt with you

Prompts: “What do you want from me?” , “You’re my best friend and I love you”

Prompt List

A/N: More Snape requests please 🙏

Severus absolutely loathed Gilderoy Lockhart for more than one reason. The first being how cocky and arrogant he was. The second being how he shamelessly flirted with you every chance he got. You his best friend. The woman he loved.

You and Severus had been best friends since you were students at Hogwarts. And then you both became professors and while you remained best friends he fell in love with you. So seeing Lockhart flirting with you, made him jealous.

At night time Severus was doing his usual patrol of the castle to make sure no students were out of bed after curfew. But what he didn’t expect to see when he turned a corner was Lockhart flirting with you and you actually enjoying it. The smile on your face and blushing of your cheeks made Severus’ heart hurt.

“Y/N I need to talk to you!” Severus said angrily.

“What’s wrong Severus?” You asked looking at him confused.

“Come with me. And Lockhart leave her alone” He said grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.

“What’s going on?” You asked worriedly.

Severus didn’t say anything as he just kept dragging you with him, until he got to his classroom. He opened the door and pushed you inside the cold, dark room. Severus waved his wand so the lights flickered on.

“What is wrong with you Sev? I was talking to Gilderoy and you drag me away. What the hell is going on with you?” You asked.

“Don’t say his name!” He said angrily as he slammed the door to his classroom shut.

“What do you want from me Sev? You need to stop acting this way. You’re constantly giving me mixed signals. You say we are best friends, but then you get all protective and possessive when someone flirts with me. It’s like you don’t want me but no one else can have me.” You said frustrated.

“That’s because no one else can have you. You’re my best friend and I love you.” He said taking your hand in his.

“This is what I mean Severus. You say I’m your best friend but you love me. This is sending me mixed signals.” You said pulling your hand out of his grasp.

“Y/N. I’m trying to tell you I love you. But you’re also my best friend. I want to be with you. But I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But I also couldn’t imagine a better situation. Being in a relationship with your best friend. The person who knows you better than anyone. The person you know better than anyone. The person who knows what makes you tick and what makes you happy. The person who knows what you hate. The person you can truly be yourself with. Yes you are my best friend, and yes I am in love with you.” He said before slowly reaching up to caress your cheek.

“Severus I…”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He said before you could get your words out.

“I love you too Severus. I have for a long time, and I also couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. The only reason I let Lockhart flirt with me all this time was to try and make you jealous. I knew there was something more between us, and I just needed to be sure. I’m so sorry.” You said.

“Well mission accomplished darling. But from now on, you’re all mine, and only I can flirt with you.” He said.

“Deal.” You said smiling.

Severus smiled back before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.