#snirius drabble

[eatinghammers]

Snirius headcanons #15 Socializing.

Sirius is the life of the party. He's talking to everyone and everything that moves. Severus hides in the corner counting down the minutes to when it's okay to leave.

If someone approaches Severus, he shoots a panicked look as Sirius. Sirius rarely comes to his rescue, forcing him to talk with someone. If Severus seems truly uncomfortable, hurt, etc, he won't hesitate to step in though.

Severus hates PDA. He hates holding hands in public, kissing, etc. Sirius on the other hand loves it. They've settled this by interlocking their pinkies.

Sirius knows no personal space unless someone tells him. Severus likes his personal space and distances himself from people.

Severus generally doesn't like loud sounds. Whether it be overwhelming, annoying, or startling, he doesn't like them at all. Severus has had to call Sirius a number of times to come pick him up because it was too loud. The first time, Sirius kinda poked fun over the phone until he saw how much it affected him.

Sirius is a social drinker. Severus records him to show him how stupid he was the next morning— after getting him an Advil, trashcan, water, etc.

[diam0w0nd]

Daisy | Starprince Prompt

As always, the young Sirius Black is bored. 

The summer afternoon stretches out like a restless shadow, and the grass beneath him feels warm and pliant. The world smells of wildflowers and dusty, golden sunshine. Voices rise and fall further up the hill — his classmates’ bickering, too far away to matter — so he lets his hands roam idly through the grass until they catch on a stray daisy. 

The little bloom looks impossibly pure up close, its tiny white petals fanned around a perfect yellow centre like a miniature sun. Its slender green stem looks lively and innocent between his calloused fingers. 

And without thinking, Sirius begins to pluck it apart. 

He loves me.

A petal flutters into his palm, and absurdly, the softness reminds him of a rabbit — one that might scamper through these weeds with long, twitching ears and a cute quivering nose. Exactly how Snape looks whenever Sirius strays too close, all skittish and quick to dart away. The image of those wide, cautious eyes sends a thrill up Sirius’ spine; a hunter picturing his prey. 

He loves me not. 

They are so large and dark they seem bottomless — like a doe’s, Sirius thinks. That hair, too, casts him in such a girlish air, long and lank and ink-black, forever curtaining his gloomy paleness. Hideous, really. Sirius tosses a lock of his own hair back, smug at the thought that his is silkier, shinier, much more voluminous. 

And yet, Sirius catches his gaze drifting to those stringy strands more often than he’d ever admit, wondering if they feel as greasy as they look.

He loves me. 

Then there are Snape’s hands, pale and long-fingered, forever smudged with ink and whatever nonsense Slytherins brew up in their dungeons. Almost delicate, until Sirius remembers the way they can gut fish and crush beetles without batting an eyelash. 

And oh, speaking of eyelashes, Snape’s are his most unfair feature — ridiculously long and elegant, casting dusky crescents across his cheekbones. 

He loves me not.

No matter. Even if his eyes are strangely entrancing, his entire face is simply a mess of angles and contradictions. That sharp nose — too large, too hooked — ought to ruin it entirely. And his mouth is much too thin, too often twisted into nasty remarks and haughty sneers. The way those lips part a second before one of those scathing insults slips out… Merlin, it makes Sirius want to lean in and — 

He loves me.

“Black.”

Sirius jolts, thinking at first that he’s conjured him up with his wild imagination. But Snape is actually there. He can tell without even looking, by the faint trace of damp wool and bitter herbs that follow him everywhere. 

“Mutilating weeds, are we?” drawls Snape, standing with his arms crossed and one brow arched in evident disgust. “Truly living up to your future career as a killer.”

Before the boy can come any closer — before those pesky eyes can read too much into him — Sirius tosses the daisy aside. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he replies breezily.

Snape’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” Sirius says too quickly, rubbing his hands on his robes as though to erase the evidence. His face prickles with heat. 

Snape narrows his eyes suspiciously, probably searching for the barb that never caught; some hidden insult that might explain the odd, breathless edge in Sirius’ tone. But eventually, he just huffs and turns away, robes stirring the grass like the wing of a brooding crow. 

And Sirius stays where he is, hands empty, heart knocking against his ribs. His gaze falls to the last stubborn petal clinging to the fragile stem, and his lips twitch into a smile before he can help it. 

He loves me not, he thinks, and for some reason, it feels more like a dare than an answer. 

[dino-cattivo]

Snirius Drabble: Haunted

I’m on the road at the moment so I wrote this on my phone. Hope I still caught all the spelling mistakes.

The rain was falling in a gloomy drizzle, painting the outside world a depressing gray. The occasional gust of wind lashed the water against the window, as if wanting to break the glass and drench the inside as well.

It didn’t have to dry this hard. The sitting room of Grimmauld Place might be dry, but the weariness had long sunk into every piece of furniture, the walls and even the floors. Everything was tainted. The people daring to step inside were no exception. Who dared to stay, try to make it home, would be overtaken by the darkness lurking within.

But still Sirius was here, no matter how many dark memories the place held, no matter how much it gnawed at his sanity, he stayed. He had nowhere else to go.

The world outside no longer had a place for him, as he was still stuck in a war that had already ended. The wizarding world was celebrating and rebuilding, but he was still in mourning, caught by the ghost of those that hadn’t survived. Those he has been unable to save, stuck in the in-between. Those he had only heard about after the war was over and the destruction of Voldemort had shaken the fundament of magic to the extreme till the Veil spit him out.

For everyone else years had passed, they had moved on from his death, had fought, built new alliances and were betrayed by others. For Sirius, only a moment had passed since he had fought Bellatrix and lost his footing.

The space he had once occupied in others' lives was gone. Harry still tried to include Sirius, but he was done with the war, wanted to be normal and start a family. He didn’t need someone who was flinching at every sudden move, who turned back to people that were no longer with them.

When Sirius was with him, Harry hurt. So to be a good godparent, Sirius let him be, only sending the occasional owl, so Harry knew he was alright. Even though he wasn’t.

All his friends were dead now. Remus being the last one to fall in the final battle. Hearing about that lose hurt. As had that Remus had found love and now had a child and Sirius had not been there to share the joy of it. He tried to visit Teddy once a week, be part of his life so he could tell him about his dad once he was bigger. But there were bad weeks when he didn’t manage to get out of bed and wouldn’t wish his presence on no one, least of all a child. So realistically speaking he saw the little munchkin once at most twice per month.

He was barely scrapping by, only kept alive thanks to the very dutiful house elf Harry had organized for him, who made sure he ate and drank at least something once per day.

Some days he asked himself why magic had deemed it so he returned from the other side. What purpose did he serve? Wouldn’t it be better if he had stayed in the nothingness, where pain didn’t exist?

He should close the blinds and move over to the fireplace and seek warmth before his thoughts got even more depressing thanks to the weather. But he didn’t. He stared into the rain as melancholy filled him.

He couldn’t, the mere five meters was too big of a distance to cover.

Instead, he looked into the rain.

Snape would have loved it. The weather would have matched perfectly with his dark vampire aesthetic.

But Snape wasn’t here to see it anymore, fallen in battle just like everyone else. Sirius shouldn’t care, should be glad that with this the Marauders had outlived their old school enemy. But he wasn’t. He caught himself thinking about the other when he least expected, his mind just coming to a screeching halt as memories overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t explain why, really. For most of their life they had antagonized each other till they landed on different sides of the war. And even when Snape had switched to their side and helped protect Harry, there had been nothing but mistrust and irritation.

Sleeping together in the aftermath of a violent fight didn’t just change things. Hate-sex was very much a thing. And what if Snape had sometimes left some Dreamless sleep during order meetings. He just wanted to make Sirius trust him, so he would drink poison without question one day when Snape had enough of him. And if Sirius played a prank on someone that accused Snape of still being a Death Eater, it had been just him wanting some fun. It was mere coincidence that it happen to get the person running his mouth.

So maybe they had moved past some of their childhood rivalry and were allays. But not friend, they were not even close to how he and Remus or even James had been.

But you didn’t get so hung up over a co-worker that you could barely tolerate. And it pissed Sirius off. How could he go days without the loss of Remus breaking him apart, but Snape crept into his thoughts every day. Even in death, the git still annoyed him.

Only he hadn’t been a git in his eyes for a long time. Calling him that, pissing him off, had been fun, but Sirius hadn’t meant it. Not in a long time.

Thinking back, it was properly his twisted way of flirting, making sure he had all the other's attention. Did he mention his childhood had been messed up and Azkaban had only made it worse? Who could blame him for being a total idiot when having a crush on someone for the first time? Or not realizing he had developed feelings until the other party had departed this world?

He was truly fucked. Especially since he didn’t know how to process his feelings with the other no longer here to scream at.

Life really sucked.

On the bright side, with everyone's death, there was no one there to judge him. Well, there was Harry. And Andy. And Ginny, since with her marriage to Harry she was now also his family and turned out to be a worse mother-hen than Molly. So maybe he was still being judged.

Maybe he should ask her for advice. Women were good with feelings and stuff right? Just because she married her first love didn’t mean she couldn’t relate to being heartbroken because the man you thought you hated all your life was actually someone you loved. Or maybe he should shove the feelings deep, deep down and never speak of it ever until he took the secret to the grave one day. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

Suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up as a shiver ran down his spine. The invisible hand of magic a heavy touch on his head. Something was happening. The old Black family magic tried to tell him something. Him, the family disappointment, because he was the last of the blacks that still carried the name.

He clumsily tried to search the magic. His heir training never went into such detail, and he was fully out of his element. The tingle in his mind got more intense as the family magic, bless its patience, repeated itself pushing him into the right direction.

Something had tipped off the wards. Which shouldn’t be possible. The only people that know about this place which he refused to get out from under the Fidelus charm, were the golden trio, Andy and Ginny, all people that had already access through the wards.

So how had someone managed to find this place? It was not as if Sirius had any human contact to anyone but them and as they were not the secret keepers they couldn’t share the location.

He should properly call for help. Or flee. That's what a normal person would do.

Instead, he was already halfway out the door, want in hand and curses on his lips. His fight or flight instinct was completely turned towards fight after spending so many years fighting a war.

Edging down the stairs, he avoided the noisy ones trying to catch the attacker unaware. All this caution was for naught as he froze, seeing the dark figure standing in the entrée way. He would have made an easy target for every curse or hex one could imagine, but all he got was a raised eyebrow.

Something he knew too well, something that had haunted his dreams for the last months. Something he thought was lost.

But here stood Severus Snape looking no worse for wear with a single red feather in his hand that reminded him of Fawkes. “Black, I see Potter’s story about your demise had been highly exaggerated.”

This fucker, as if he had any right to talk.

[morticianesbit]

Beneath Orange Skies

Non-canon compliant _*_*_*_*_

The sunset shined orange on Severus’s face. In the distance he could hear the first and second year students. Their laughter excited from swimming in the lake. The teachers had a net to separate the shallow parts from the deeper parts of the lake. This allowed the students to be safe from the magical creatures.

‘Oi! Sirius, are you coming!’

That was James Potter. Severus recognised that voice from afar. He looked at them. They were four boys in their swimming trunks. All were illuminated by the yellow and orange sky. James was fit from his quidditch practices, Peter was skinny and small, Remus had his shirt still on, and then you have Sirius. The wind gently ruffled his hair. He walked with confidence to James, there was a cheeky smile on his lips. He then rushed towards him and pushed him into the lake. He cackled as James sputtered in the water.

‘Severus!’

Severus twitched slightly. Gaius Mulciber was another person he recognized instantly.

‘Where have you been mate, we’ve been looking for you.’

Gaius sat down on the left side of Severus. On his right, Hadrian Avery took his seat

'You've been avoiding us ever since summer break. Do you want to talk about what happened at the Manor ?'

Severus tensed and it took him two seconds to respond. 'What is it you wish to discuss ?'

'The death of that muggle girl' Hadrian said as he stared at the second and first years students in the lake.

'I just think that it was an unnecessary death.'

'Was that the point of the ritual ?' Hadrian's voice was low.

'Hadrian' Gaius cut in. 'Lord Malfoy was very pleased with you Severus. A half-blood rarely falls in good graces with men like him. Are you truly going to give that up for a muggle girl?'

Severus stood up and dusted the dirt of his hands. 'I do not wish to have anything from Lord Malfoy, nor do I wish him any ill.'

Severus turned to the castle and began his walk to the entrance but Hadrian quickly got up and put his hand on Severus' shoulder. 'Severus, we are not finished’.

'Gaius and I did a lot to secure that place at the manor for you. You repay us with betrayal' Hadrian almost spat out the last word. 'You embarrass yourself by walking close to that blood traitor or that Lupin boy. How many times has Sirius hit you ? Yet you do nothing. You coward!’

‘I am not a coward!’ Severus said hotly. ‘It’s simple, you leave me alone and I leave you alone.’ He shoved Hadrian’s hand off his shoulder and walked towards the castle hurriedly.

But he was only two steps further, when he was pulled back by his collar. It is Gaius that forced him to look. ‘If you pull out, you are pulling us out with you. That will not happen s-‘

‘Severus, is everything alright!’

A few meters away, with the orange skies deepening the red in her hair and the prefects badge on her robes, Lily Evans was standing with her wand in her hand. 'Let him go Muliciber, five points from Slytherin for bullying a fellow student.'

'Oh great, your mudblood is here' Hadrian said under his breath. 'We were just having a chat Lily.’ Gaius said and Severus pushed himself out of his grip.

By the lake, some of the students were watching the exchange. James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius had stopped swimming. Sirius and James were already out of the lake and were walking towards them. ‘Do you need any help Lily ?’ James asked.

‘They’re bothering Severus’

Both Hadrian and Gaius looked at Lily and then each other. They gave Severus one more look and then made their way to the entrance of the castle. But Severus could still hear Hadrian when he said ‘we should have known that he’d run the second a red head get’s killed’.

Severus took out his wand and pointed it to Hadrian. ‘Levicorpus’. Hadrian was pulled up by something that bind his feet and he dangled upside down in the air.

‘Oh shit’ Severus heard Peter say in the background.

‘Let him go Severus’ Gaius said and took two steps towards Severus. ‘Let him go!’ He reached him and gave Severus a punch to the face. Severus fell down hard. The side of his face hurts. There were shouts and angry noises around him, but Severus could not focus on his surrounding. ‘Oi, Sirius!’ He heard James shout, and then a hand is on Severus side. ‘You okay Snape ?’ It was Remus that helped him sit up. The world around Severus moved slowly until his eyes land on Sirius being pulled of off Gaius by James.

Hadrian pulled Gaius up. Blood streamed out of Gaius’ nose and Hadrian had difficulty standing on his left leg. They quickly limped away from the group.

‘Severus are you okay?’ Lily helped him stands. She touched the side of his face where he was punched, gently. Red hair and faint freckles on her face, just like the muggle woman. Severus took a step back and hurt flashed through Lily’s face. ‘Severus please, what is going on?’ Lily asked. Her voice was high. ‘You are acting strange. You’re avoiding your house, you are avoiding me. What’s going on, please tell me what is going on!’ Lily started crying. ‘We are friends remember.’

Severus looked at lily with a frightened look on his face. The orange skies were nearly gone, there was only darkness that gradually became darker. ‘I need to go’ Severus said and his voice was faint. He turned away and walked towards the castle. ‘Severus’ Lily called out, but he did not turn around.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

HP mini-masterlist:

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Neville Longbottom ⤸

Smitten!Neville Longbottom x fem!Lupin!reader

Baby Drabble — love confession

Sweet Realities

Luna Lovegood ⤸

(awaiting requests)

Pansy Parkinson ⤸

Summary: Pansy Parkinson tormented you for years before the battle of Hogwarts and you expected that wouldn’t change when you applied for the recently added eighth year. Imagine your surprise when not only is she — and her fellow Slytherins — civil but also interested in being… friends? Format: One-shot (in progress)

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Sugar Daddy!Harry*

Poly!Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter ⤸

Temptation Is An Unbeaten Deliverance*

Bill Weasley ⤸

Keep My Heart, I’d Prefer His Head

| character x character | ⤸

Poly!Marauders x Severus Snape ⤸

Depraved Two (work in progress teasers)

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Fool for Love x Jily

[picklesonjupiter]

Title: therapy does some good

Sirius Black/Severus Snape, on ao3

Sirius caressed his body. Spoke warmly to him. Praised his mind. Held him every night, but Severus still feared abandonment. When he felt comfortable in the relationship, he lashed out. Sirius did not break it off. Instead he was attentive and offered to accompany him to therapy. Severus didn't think talking to a stranger about his feelings would help. After the third session, he accepted affection from Sirius without diminishing it with self-deprecating comments. After the eleventh session, he could talk about Lily to Harry without self-hatred and anger clouding him. After the twenty-eighth session, he accepted Sirius' marriage proposal.

[mckinnon-mp4]

unremarkable days: Sirius black is trying to be a good man, a good brother, a good person. Sirius has a steady job designing book covers for a publishing house, a flat he never leaves, and a traumatized brother who was just removed from the custody of his parents. All in all, it's wildly unremarkable.

archive tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Marauders, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Modern Marauders (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), ok so this is mostly just sirius trying to take care of a traumatized regulus, Modern AU, Sirius trying to be a father figure, to his brother who was just removed from his home, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Artist Sirius Black, Writer Remus Lupin, Young Regulus Black, Past Child Abuse, Trauma, everyone is sad, Custody Battle, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Past Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Anorexia, Eating Disorders, Domestic Violence

words: 68,843, chapters: 20/?, 

read it on ao3 here! 

i just dropped a new chapter so i’m putting out my promo post again!

[givereadersahug]

[Moodboard] Meadows || Gardening

Inspired by Meadows and Gardening

Harry Potter, Snirius

"You've gotten soft," said Sirius, handing Severus his tea. The setting sun cast a golden glow over them. "You've gotten nice," said Severus. He passed a letter from Harry to Sirius — an update on his life with Ginny and their kids. They sat in silence, observing their garden. The flowers, the trees, the vegetables and fruits. They grew into each other — their prickly ways and their sharp bites. Like their garden, they had no sense of order, but order they were.

From Gardening

Who would've known that I'll be a Snirius shipper? Seriously. I was never a Sirius Black fan. I'm not sure why. He was never in my top fav. Dare I say it, but he was near the bottom of characters I like. Then I made some friends in the fandom and I got talking to people and they share their love of Sirius with me. Which, of course, given that Severus Snape is one of my favs I have to explore the Snirius ship, right? (I'm not sure why my brain thought I should explore the character of Sirius through Severus, but who was I to judge? lol) I was still tiptoeing, unsure of where my journey would end. Somehow I decided my first fic for the ship would be Turmoil by Metalomagnetic and....then BOOM! I get it now. Sirius and Snirius and the whole-sha-bang. And then I read Second Life by Cassandra7 & nwhiker and that fic TORE me into pieces. It is one of my favorite Sirius character studies, one of my favorite Severus Snape fic, and definitely in my top tier HP slash fic I ever read. I'm a full on Snirius shipper now.

I'm still new to the ship. Still exploring. But I've wrote a drabble here and there. This moodboard is for two of my drabbles. After the turbulent school years, the war, the bickering & name-calling & fighting --- I think the two of them would've gotten close, you know? They would be the last from their year. Everyone else is dead. And, I don't know. It's a tragedy, yes, but it is also perseverance. That no matter how much bad blood was spilled, there could still be hope that things would turn out okay.

Also, the enemies to lovers trope is *chef's kiss*.

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For @hpcottagecorefest

Week Two Prompts: Columbia Blue, Meadows

[ashesandhackles]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and fic with the least amount of words.

Thanks for the tag @turanga4 <3

Most Hits: Beyond the Veil - I didn't even have to check that this Sirius x Severus saga created by @thedreamermusing far outstrips anything either of us have ever written. The power of an enthusiastic sub-fandom of a rarepair, I suppose. <3

Second Most Kudos: It's @thecat-isblogging-blog and my dark comedy/ exploration of Sirius and Remus friendship set in backdrop of OOTP - Toys in the Attic

Third Most Bookmarks: Again, riding on the power of Snirius sub-fandom: Letters to No One (the last hand on my clock) - a series of letters exchanged between Sirius and Severus.

Fourth Most Comments: Interlude(s) - series of canon compliant drabbles written for the TTB discord server's Let's Do Shots series. This was a celebration of 100 members, and written for specific prompts.

Fifth Most Words: Also Letters to No One at 4,480 words. The highest word count is for Beyond the Veil, which crosses 97k.

Fic With Least Amount of Words: it's my Ginny centric never really gave up on you, not really - where i focus on her, Harry and Tom in 220 words in medium of dreams. Written for the lovely @hinnyfied birthday.

Tagging @thecat-isblogging-blog @artemisia-black @yletylyf @lanaturnergetup @hinnyfied @somesunlitdays @merlins-sequined-hotpants @celestemagnoliathewriter

[avalonmoonshinesstuff]

Apparently Tumblr deleted my Snart -I'm only mad coz he looked like a ken doll- so... Drabble, anyone?

Severus leaned forward and touched the foggy mirror with his gloved hand. The red smear he’d applied on his lips was the first thing that stood out. So unusual because his sallow cheeks or hawk-nose would be the first on most days. He'd been reminded quite a bit of his shortcomings if his memory serves him right.

Sighing, he straightened to his full height and turned in a circle, looking at the gorgeous green silk shift and dance with his every movement. He looked good (was that even possible?). Smiling at that thought, Severus turned and reached for the door handle. He had no reason to dawdle any longer when he had a job.

The door slid open and Severus’ face popped from the slit. Still somewhat nervous, he looked around before stepping out.

Remus was holding three coffee cups and he was sipping from one of them. Dropping the other two into his companion's hands, he sighed in exasperation at how long it was taking Snape. He'd left about an hour ago, and Snape still hadn't gotten ready.

Kingsley looked up and nodded at Remus with a small smile. He shifted in his armchair to keep the other cup on the coffee table and prepared to go back down to his paper when he paused and his eyes widened in shock. And appreciation, Remus' heightened senses informed him. He internally groaned at the unnecessary information.

Almost expecting it to be Sirius, Remus turned around with a tired grin. He blinked once, and blinked a second time. Snape stood there in a green dress and thigh-high black boots. His eyes glittered as he looked around the small room, finding someone. Finally, he found whom he was looking for and his blood-red lips smiled. 

Remus' grip on his cup loosened, and scalding hot coffee fell all over his front. He gave a small grunt but kept staring at Snape. Only when Snape moved past him did Remus realise what a mess he'd made. 

A silent cleaning spell later, Remus turned around to watch Snape and Kingsley standing beside each other. Of course, he'd clean up nicely, Remus thought. The men looked like they would steal everyone's hearts the second they stepped foot in a room. Remus blushed when Kingsley caught him staring and the Head Auror smirked.

Coughing to cover his blush, Remus turned away. He heard another door open from behind Kingsley and hoped someone would take away the attention from him.

"I don't understand why I have to-"

Involuntarily, Remus' senses told him that Sirius felt something far thicker than appreciation for Snape. His mouth open and tie only half made, anyone who cared to look down would see the evidence to what Remus already knew. Shaking his head at the display, Remus walked around the others to reach Sirius.

He still hasn't noticed me.

Yanking at the tie and tugging at it excessively, Remus brought Sirius' attention to himself. Finally having Sirius' eyes glare at him, Remus whispered, "You have an important job tonight. In fact, it's the first time you have one since The Battle of Hogwarts. I hope he's not too much of a distraction for you to protect them effectively." Satisfied with his work, Remus smiled at the tie and tapped Sirius' chest. "Don't. Screw. Up."

Sirius nodded and accioed the bowl of Floo Powder and gestured towards the fireplace. Everyone got the signal. Remus gave his last speech for the day, and went through the itinerary again "Just to be sure." Finally, thank Merlin, Kingsley was satisfied with the prep and he stopped Remus' nervous ramblings. 

Still standing beside the fireplace, he watched Kingsley throw the powder and step through. As Severus' long fingers pinched some of the powder, Sirius grabbed his arm and mumbled, "All the best, Snape- ugh," Sirius gave an awkward laugh, "Shacklebolt."

He looked into Sirius' eyes and smiled, nodding his thanks. 

His heart aching, he followed after the Prince, because when has Severus not been a distraction?

[ao3feed-snape]

by picklesonsaturday 100 (self-contained) drabbles about Severus and Sirius. Words: 200, Chapters: 2/100, Language: English Series: Part 15 of My Severus Snape works Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sirius Black, Severus Snape Relationships: Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Sirius Black & Severus Snape Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Smut, Porn, Additional Warnings In Author's Note

[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.

[diam0w0nd]

Pluck | Starprince Prompt

A too-long-to-be-classified-a-drabble for the Starprince server.

The rose lies in the drawer, where he left it. 

It is a brittle thing now, crushed between yellowing parchment and dusted vials. The stem is crooked at the neck, browned petals splaying outwards like a stain of blood against his ghost-pale skin. Severus hasn’t touched it in weeks. And yet he still remembers exactly how it felt when Sirius first pressed it into his palm: soft, damp with morning dew and almost shivering from being torn from some neighbour’s garden. 

He had scowled then. Called him reckless, insolent and muttered something about leaving traces, accusing the mutt of wanting to be spotted by people that wanted him caged or dead. But Sirius had only laughed — that maddening, shameless laugh — as if he couldn’t fathom ever being caught. As if his presence, however hunted, was inevitable. As if vanishing was a fate reserved for others, never him. 

The thorns had bitten into Severus’ fingers even then. He remembers the sting, and the striking, vivid crimson — not a grand romantic gesture as one might expect, but a challenge. A flare. Because that budding flower had been wild, dangerous and alive, plucked from the earth in defiance. 

He still doesn’t know what to call what they had. Only that it was crackling fire. Two rivals orbiting ruin, clawing for each other in the dark, seething with heat and friction and the furious, aching need to be touched. Perhaps it was a mutual dare to exist; a desperate plea to be remembered by the shape of their names, etching into one another against a world that constantly threatened to erase them. 

In his youth, Severus had sworn never to give away too much of himself. Never to reveal the depths of his heart, never to hand over tenderness that might be crushed. But Sirius had given everything as though he had nothing to lose. He always had, in grins that bared teeth, in hands that bruised and soothed all at once. And that night, he had given it all to him.

So Severus, despite everything within him — despite the wounded child sobbing in the shadows, despite the furious teenager vowing not to forgive — had relented to the warmth. He let himself be held, skin to skin, pressing his ear against his ribs to count each heartbeat. He remembers it feeling steady and grounding. He remembers the brush of sheets over his bare shoulders and Sirius’ breath blooming hot and wet against his throat. The rose had lain forgotten on the bedside table, its scent mingling with sweat and candlewax. 

No one had ever held him like that before. Not like he was needed. Not like he was chosen. 

The fingers in his hair had been large and calloused, yet impossibly gentle. They had trembled as they cradled his thin, sallow cheeks, while Sirius murmured words that weren’t quite stay, but weren’t go, either. 

And he remembers believing — for a foolish, futile moment — that this, perhaps, could be the one thing that would survive against all odds. 

But all fire burns out.

He should’ve known that. He should’ve remembered that every beautiful thing Sirius Black touched was doomed to crumble into ash. 

Long after the veil swallowed him, Severus caresses the desiccated bloom. The petals shrivel dry between his fingers. One sheds into the drawer’s dust, wilting with the fragile promises they had never spoken aloud. The fierce heat of those nights is long gone, faded into cold silence. 

And yet, the scent remains stubborn and cloying, refusing to be forgotten. There, too, is a cruel kind of comfort in the sharpness of the thorns — lingering proof that once, they had truly dared to live. 

Severus closes his fist around the dead flower. 

And he lets the pain bleed into him. 

[dino-cattivo]

Snirius prompt: Flame

A drabble prompt from the StarPrince Sever. It got a bit too long for the Discord, so I will post it here and link to it. It is just something quick and fun, so there are probably some spelling errors I overlooked.

The quill scratched over the parchment, the letters an elegant cursive that Severus had spent months perfecting when starting Hogwarts, wanting to fit in with his pure-blooded peers. Even years later -  filled with many bad decisions and on the wrong side of a war - his writing is still as pristine as it had always been.

The words, though, had changed from back then. No longer were they refined and checked for every double meaning. Now they were raw and honest, baring all the emotions he usually conceals behind the shields that kept him alive while he was lying to the face of the Dark Lord. Once a year, he allows himself to let go, bare his soul, remind himself that there is a man left under the scars. It is what gives him the power to continue on, day after day, wearing a mask as he continues to be the pawn of Albus Dumbledore, preparing for the time the Dark Lord returns and war will reign over Britain once more. 

Should anyone ever read the letters, they would be surprised to learn who they were addressed to. Not his best friend, he had lost long before her death, now 13 years ago. Nor to his mother, whom he still mourns, or the headmaster holding his leash. No, the letters go to someone no one would expect, someone he should despise, since the man himself wouldn’t offer a hand if Severus were drowning. 

But here he was writing a letter to Sirius Black. A letter of hidden feelings, he was too afraid to confess during their school days, fearing rejection and prosecution. A letter of pain, as the man’s actions still made him uneasy every time the full moon graced the sky. A letter of regret for the path Severus had chosen and how late he had found his way back. A letter of apology for Severus knew Sirius was innocent - would never have betrayed James Potter if it cost him his life - but Severus was powerless to prove his innocence and set him free again. But most important, a letter of love, of longing, of desperate want. 

A pointless letter since Severus never sent a single one of them, not since he found the courage to write the first one shortly after Lily’s death and Sirius’s imprisonment, wanting to let him know that he was not alone. Meaningless since even if prisoners were allowed mail, Severus was too big of a coward to have his words read by anyone. No, he had burned it instead, and every letter since. 

Now that the man was free - even if on the run with Pettigrew in the wind - he could send it. Instead, he watched the flames in his fireplace as they ate the paper until nothing but ash remained. 

A knock on his door pulled him from his dark thoughts. The emotions fell from his face as the blank mask returned. Time for another year of surviving. 

Opening the door, he expected Albus with a special mission to fill his summer holidays. Instead, he came face to face with the person who had just filled his thoughts. For the first time, the spy's perfect mask slipped, showing his shock. 

Sirius Black pushed inside, closing the door before a passing Muggle could see him and call the authorities. What was he doing here? Did he want revenge for Severus getting Lupin fired? The loyal Gryffindor always ready to defend his friend? Or was it more personal, and he blamed Severus for the rat’s escape?

“Hello Severus,” Sirius’ words made him flinch. Not Sniviluss - the nickname the Marauders had been so found of - nor Snape. Alarm bells rang in Severus’ mind, since something was wrong. “Sorry it took so long, I had a lot going on between Azkaban, Peter, and being on the run.” A self-deprived chuckle. “This is hard. I just wanted to say. I got your letters.”

As if to prove it, Sirius pulled a stack of papers from his worn leather jacket. Severus instantly recognized his own handwriting. He shook his head, panic crawling up his throat. It couldn’t be. “I burned them!”

“Ahh, yeah. I guessed as much. And that you had no idea what you were doing.” A faith chuckle. “It’s Black family stuff. Old. A way to communicate without owls. Write the full name of a Black, think of them, burn the letter, they will get it.”

Now, Severus was fully panicking. These letters were never meant to be read by anyone, least of all Sirius. They held too much power over Severus, showing his heart and leaving him unprotected. They were a sharp blade in Sirius’ hand, the tip sitting right against Severus’ throat, a single word able to drive it into the flesh. 

Warm hands grabbed his shaking ones before he could turn tail and run, keeping him in place as Sirius tried to make eye contact. Severus was unable to endure the pity and instead suited the dirty floor under his feet. He had never gotten the stains out his father had left, no matter how many cleaning spells he threw at it.

“I wanted to say thank you. The letters, knowing someone out there believed my innocence, were what kept me going all these years in Azkaban. Without them, I doubt I would be here today. Without you, I would have given in to the Dementors long ago.” Sirius stepped closer, his boots entering Severus’ field of vision, and he gasped as Sirius’ forehead met his own. “I wanted to say so much, made speech after speech as I sat in that damn cell, and now I can’t remember any of it. I blame you. You are just so…” Severus shrank into himself,, head beating fast in fear. It was his fault. He had done something wrong.

A hand on his chin tilted up his head, and they looked eyes. He prayed Sirius was not skilled in Legilimency as his shields were in tatters right now. 

There was no accusation, no hate or pity on Sirius’ face. Just a soft smile and eyes filled with warmth. Leaning forward, Sirius pressed his lips softly against Severus’. “It is infuriating. All you do is stand there, and I feel like I can’t breathe, thinking about your lips, wanting to pull you close and never let you leave my arms again.” As if to prove his words, he stole another kiss, this one lingering longer than the first. “I answered you, you know. Every single letter I got, I wrote an answer to. Couldn’t send them back, obviously. But I just thought, if you like-” He pulled out a bundle from his other pocket, some of it paper, but some of it dirty fabric - most likely from his prison uniform. “If you want to read them. You don’t have to. I just thought that maybe you would like to know. Fuck. I swear I was good at this once. A real smooth talker. It is just. You kind of turn my brain into mush. You are pretty.” Sirius squeaked instantly, slapping a hand over his mouth as he turned red under it. “Forget I said that!”

Grabbing the letters from Sirius’ hand, Snape pressed them to his chest, a treasure he never expected to receive. Then he leaned in, stealing his own kiss from Sirius’ lips. “Shut up, you stupid man, and kiss me properly.”

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Here is a small extract from my most recent masterpiece and WIP! It’s a take on a completely depraved and chronically in love Severus Snape whose sole focus is poly!marauders.

Depravity (Extract); Part 2.

Remus drew in an exasperated breath and rolled his amber orbs while treading the few steps towards James. Severus was ever thankful for how comfortable they were in each others space, never failing to look as though they were embodiment of Lucifer’s own wet dreams created by carefully woven magic. Demonstrating his cause of unholiness, Remus cupped the back of James’ neck and trailed his fingers languidly over the skin with an effortless sensuality that could only be described as a caress; Snape watched on with rapt attention and sunk a canine into the inner corner of his lip when his mouth began to run dry.

Potter angled his head down, only to make the smooth skin under his collar more accessible to Lupin but consequently came face to bloodied face with Severus. He knew James didn’t think anything of their closeness but Severus did.

Severus did and he could feel the life James respired from his lungs escape his parted lips only to reach his own, and god forbid any one of the boys had mastered the art of Legilimency because the thought of inhaling James’ air – the oxygen he in-took, that conspired within him, and then exhaled free for him – stirred a blur of feelings previously imbedded so deeply in him he swore he felt them crawl from the burning purgatory and settle in his chest with a roaring ferocity. Ignoring the coppery taste, he sucked in a breath and allowed an ounce of visible depravity in the form of a darting tongue that gave him a deep-seated satisfaction.

[picklesonjupiter]

I'm in the trenches writing multiple dribbles about Snack to make it into this big interconnected story about them and their relationship. I'm enjoying the limited use of words. I hope people like it.