#severusxreader

[lady-severus-snape]

Headcannon #19

Give me a non traditional Severus.

🌠Severus having a hoarding problem from his father spending his coin on liquor. (Doesn't throw anything away)

🌠severus not showering for days because he has to pep talk himself into fully undressing to do it.

🌠suffers from bulimia and bouts of anorexia because of the SA in hogwarts (and probably under Voldemort, too)

🌠recovering from addiction of heroin and morphine. They were his only escape when spying placed him in high stress situations, not being able to confide in ANYONE. Plus it numbed the pain and guilt of facing Lily's death everyday.

🌠Severus secretly loves the feel of women's clothes. They are soft. They provide him with solace and peace when he wears a woman's care bears pajama set. (He also has tons of stuffies. He cuddles with a different one each night)

🌠Severus reading muggle romance novels, he imagines himself as either the giver and or reciever.

🌠Severus being a super picky eater.

🌠Severus being cold, like ALL the time even in the dead of heat in the summer.

🌠Severus being a big old teddy bear. The moment you earn his trust, friendship, and love, there is no one more loyal and protective than him. To the point that you can't even carry a single grocery bag.

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Compassion & Companion”

Professor Y/N is married to Severus Snape, which they kept private from Hogwarts knowledge until they were gonna have a child.

(Lately my stories have become short but at least I’m not dead)

Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/1346451856-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%E2%97%8B-compassion-companion-%E2%97%8B

[wompwompsad]

Always (Severus Snape x Reader) - Chapter Seven: Valentines (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1465975919-always-severus-snape-x-reader-chapter-seven?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=RandomCreator_09 In a post-Voldemort world, Y/N (you) is the newly appointed professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts following Professor McGonagall's promotion to headmistress. At 23, you are a talented Ravenclaw and former student of McGonagall, balancing the challenges of your new role with assisting Harry Potter in Auror training. Fifteen years after the fall of the Dark Lord, the wizarding world is slowly healing. Severus Snape, the esteemed Potions Master, continues his role with a lighter teaching load as he recovers from past trials. As he opens his heart to the possibility of love, the dynamics at Hogwarts become more complex with the presence of the enigmatic Gilderoy Lockhart and the scheming Dolores Umbridge. Amidst the backdrop of Hogwarts' recovery and the complexities of personal relationships, Y/N navigates the trials of teaching, healing, and booming romance. The story explores the delicate balance between professional responsibilities and personal connections in a world still mending from its darkest days. INSPIRED BY: Where Your Loyalties Lie - TheWondersMind (Please read her work. Although Slow burn ITS REALLY WORTH IT!!!) (Original story from J.K. Rowling and her book series "Harry Potter") [Updates will be every other Sunday]

[severussnaperevived]

Content: NSFW, Severus Snape, bullying, teenage Severus, SeverusXreader

You lay in your bed in your dorm room, it was only midday but you had been up half the night studying and decided to take a nap, suddenly you could hear people making a commotion and it seamed to be getting closer, you lay very still as a group of boys entered the room. You felt very uncomfortable as you were only in your underwear since it was so hot.

"Bring him in" says James as they push Severus into the room, Severus stood in the middle of the room unarmed and scared surrounded by a group of boys, "strip him" says James, Lupin pulled down his pants then removed his top leaving him in only his boxers, "Lupin you stand watch outside while I go get Lily, after this she will only see you as a freak" says James, all the boys leave the room leaving Severus in the middle scared and not sure what to do

You sit up in your bed, "are you ok?" You ask, "what does it look like" Severus replies, "come here" you say gesturing him to come over, Severus reluctantly comes to you, "I have an idea that can help you out" you say, "listening" replies Severus, "well if they think we are having some fun, you won't look bad or get in as much trouble" you say, "ok" Severus replies, you glance down at his boxers and realize the thought of getting in bed with you made him hard.

Severus goes to jump in bed with you, "throw your boxers on the ground" you say, "what" says Severus, "we have to make it believable" you say, Severus removes his boxers to reveal is huge dick you stare at it for a moment as a rush of hormones go through your body, you remove your bra and knickers.

You begin to hear noises as they make their way towards you, "quick get on top of me and pretend we are having sex" you say, Severus jumps on top of you and pulls the blanket over, you feel his dick on you, Severus begins to move to make it look like you guys are having sex, suddenly you feel a sharp pain as he accidentally slips it inside you, he looks you in the eyes to see if he had put it where he thinks he had, you put you legs over his, Severus looked at you frozen, "go on" you say, Severus begins to fuck you hard, you put you hands on his back and kiss him.

The boys enter the room with Lilly, Lily looks shocked at what she's seeing, "you brought me here to watch my friend fuck someone, you guys are sick" Lily yells as she pushes James out if the way and leaves the room the boy follow her trying to explain themselves. You two weren't bothered you had zoned them out.

You placed you fingers on your clitoris and started rubbing to make your upcoming orgasm more intense, "I'm going to cum Soon" says Severus "cum inside me" you say he looks at you and kisses you before going even faster making you begin to orgasm, he moans as he cums inside you, Severus collapses on you breathing heavily, "I still don't have any clothes" says Severus, "we will figure it out later, but for now I'm going to finish my nap" you say as he pulls out of you and you two move into a spooning position to take a nap together.

[gertrudepetronella-blog]

Motorbike

I was so inspired by this amazing art by @turpinsimp-blog I had to write this!

SFW. Implied SeverusxReader relationship but nothing explicit. Less than 1k.

‘Are you getting on or not?’

‘Coming love!’ You call out, locking the door behind you.

Severus had been on a bit of an adventurous streak lately. Which you may have encouraged just a little bit. The war had been, in a word, awful. He had given everything – almost his life too – in pursuit of the ultimate goal. To rid the world of Lord Voldemort.

You had supported him as best you could, but you had both acknowledged that a real relationship was not workable while he was living the life of a double agent. You couldn’t give up your own life too, and he hadn’t wanted you to.

When he had been dragged into the hospital ward unconscious and covered in blood after the final battle you thought you had lost him, and regretted every second of the past few years. Wished you had thrown caution to the wind and been together before it was too late. But then he had survived. And you had a second chance. Neither of you wanted to waste a single second of it.

The motorbike was Sev’s latest foray in that venture. You had been on holiday in Whitby – not the most exciting of destinations granted – but it was the one place his mother had taken him as a child, and was supposed to be a little cathartic. A biker gang had come through, parking their roaring, shining vehicles in a row along the dockside while you were sitting sharing a bag of chips.

Severus had immediately perked up, intrigued. You had always loved the idea of riding a motorbike yourself, but things such as boarding school, and war, and a complete lack of physical co-ordination got in the way. You both strolled along, admiring the variously shaped motorbikes, both attracted to the older vintage style ones with chrome handle bars, metallic paintwork, and exposed engines. You got talking with one of the bikers, and Severus being Severus was soon engaged in a detailed discussion about the inner workings of various engines, and all sorts of other details you don’t really care about. You just longed to feel the wind in your hair with the engine thrumming between your thighs.

Severus had begun scouring the vehicle listings in the local paper, eventually coming across an ad for a 1974 Honda CB750 only ten miles down the road near Harrogate. You went together to view the vintage motorbike, which was being sold by an old guy who had kept it in his shed for ten years. Everything needed replacing, but Severus haggled him down to £1,800 with a promise he would restore the bike to it’s former glory.

The next few weeks Sev was squirrelled away in the garage of your cottage working on the bike, with various bits of engine strewn around the floor. There had never been a conversation about moving in together, you just did it, buying the little grey stone cottage on the edge of the Yorkshire dales with your combined life savings. It had a cosy kitchen, an inglenook fireplace – not connected to the floo network – two small bedrooms, a downstairs bathroom with ivy growing through the cracks, and no neighbours for half a mile. It was perfect.

You got used to Severus having smears of engine oil on his shirt, greasy hair that smelled of petrol, his long fingers stained black around the nails. He looked utterly divine. The day he got the engine back together and it started with a rasping splutter, you cheered, and he smirked proudly to himself. You took a quick test drive down the lane, whooping as you held your arms in the air, and Severus revved the engine. It felt like the bike was coming back to life, clearing it’s throat, opening it’s bleary eyes to a new day.

Today is the first proper ride you are going on. Once the engine was running Severus had turned his attention to the chrome, the paintwork and the saddle. He fixed the cracked speedo, replaced the wing mirrors, sewed up the split in the leather seat, repainted, polished, and finally she was ready.

You were so excited to get going that you had forgotten your wallet, then run back in the cottage a second time to grab the two bandannas you had bought to keep the hair out of your faces.

‘Are you getting on or not?’ Severus smirks at you over his shoulder, already sitting astride the beautiful bike. The paintwork glints in the sun – metallic black with a gold and orange stripe running along the side.

‘Coming love!’ You call out, locking the door behind you and running over while tying your hair. You tie the black bandanna around his head as he scowls at you lightly, but doesn’t complain. Then you hop on the back and slide your hands around his waist, shifting to draw yourself close around his angular form.

‘I’m on! Let’s go!’ You grin into his neck as he revs the engine. It’s sound is deep and sweet now like black velvet or thick treacle.

He releases the brake and kicks off.

Your stomach flips as the bike leaps down the road, wind brushing your cheeks; the smell of petrol, leather, summer grass, and Severus’ unique scent of herbs and sandalwood filling your senses. The engine hums between your thighs, and you can see a slither of Severus’ face in the round mirror, his dark eye glinting with excitement. He lifts his left hand a moment to squeeze your arm around his waist, the corner of his mouth turning up. You kiss the ragged scar on his neck, glad of it, thankful it is only a scar.

The bike clings to the tarmac, leaning around the curves of the lane, racing up inclines and down hills. It roars and coughs and sings to you as it carries you away down the road.

You are alive. You are free. Do not waste another second. It tells you.

You do not.

[fanficsyoualwayswanted]

Imagine:

Snape being insecure and jealous because you are the most popular student in Hogwarts because of your beauty, but yet you still chose him. ~

You walked inside the Great Hall, greeting students who greeted her first, you were also being fancied by many male students such as the Weasley Twins, Cedric Diggory, and the Slytherin Prefect... You didn’t know his name because he was foul git (In your own opinion.) But, you eyes were only on one person. Just the one! Professor Severus Snape.  You sat down on the Gryffindor Table, getting some food on your plate and ate some pancakes and bacon. You loved food. No matter who takes your food, you will kill them right there and then. But, while you were eating, you were giving side glances to the Potions Professor until you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You sighed and quickly turned around to see Cedric Diggory, holding a a flower that he got from the courtyard.

“Good morning, Y/N! How are you doing?” He greeted, using his fingers to comb your hair behind your ear and slid the flower to your ear. You gave him a sincere smile, “Thank you, Cedric... I am doing well. You?” You asked kindly, fixing your gaze on Professor Snape who was continuously rolling his eyes. You sighed, knowing that he was jealous that many male students are flirting on you.

“I was wondering that you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me!” “I don’t thi-”

“She said yes! Let’s go!” Cedric shouted in the Great Hall, you widened your eyes and tried to deny but it was too late. Cedric was smart.  You looked at Severus, who was glaring at you and stood up from his chair, leaving the Great Hall with anger filled in his eyes. He quickly glared at Cedric, which made Cedric move away from the Professor, he gave you a quick smile and left with his friends. You sighed and went to your classes.

~ You debated whether you should have went to Hogsmeade. But, you did. Unknowingly, Severus Snape was following you secretly. He saw Cedric approaching you, giving a quick peck on your cheek, he smiled when you gently pushed him away. He watched how you and Cedric were 4 feet away from each other, but still... He felt insecure. Then, it was time to go home. When Severus walked a tiny bit closer to you and Cedric, he heard the conversation. “Do you want to date?” Cedric kindly asked... Severus wanted to hear your response. “No. I am in love with this man, he is everything to me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but him. But, Cedric... You will find the one! I promise.” You rejected him, but yet... Cedric accepted it and gave you a warm hug. He then left you after you asked him to leave you alone because you had to do something. Suddenly, Severus watched you as you went into a dark alleyway in Hogsmeade. He followed you, of course. “So, how long have you been following me?” You quickly turned around to face him. Severus quickly blushed and looked down from you, giving you a peck on the cheek. You giggled and brushed his hair, making it fluffy. You loved Severus so much, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Severus just missed your touch, “I don’t deserve you...” He whispered under his breath after the kiss.

“But, I do...” You answered with a smirk on your face. You kissed him, again. 

[cooking-manna]

Joven Severus Snape x Reader - Comida de piedra y alguien pide un deseo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/G1nvbJwTnab

Este es el segundo capítulo pero antes de este hay un prólogo que no resubo aquí. En él aclaro cosas actuales y futuras de la historia para enterarte de todo mejor. Créeme, no tiene pérdida x’’D Byebye Petter~

Introducción: ¿Qué pasaría si una tercera chica se hubiera encontrado con Lily y Severus de niños antes de Hogwarts? ¿Habría influenciado en algo a sus vidas? ¿Y si esa chica es una Hufflepuff mas callada que una piedra? La historia inicia poco antes del primer año escolar de esta generación, en el 1971 Como el título dice es un Snape x Lector, pero... ¿Cómo si es un hufflepuff? Si quieres ver que les lleva a unirse a pesar de sus diferencias sigue leyendo ;3

[taynuz]

Chapter 4, Christmas at Grimmauld Place

You appeared in Dumbledore’s office a moment later. Harry and Ron had been standing in their night clothes looking terrified and concerned. A moment later, Minerva came into the office with the rest of the Weasley’s. 

“(Y/N), I need you to escort Harry and the Weasley’s to Grimmauld Place then get to the Burrow to try to calm Molly down. Arthur Weasley has been attacked and I need someone there until we know what is going on.” Dumbledore turned to an old kettle on his desk. 

“You have all used a Portkey before?” They all nodded. “Good. (Y/L), please count it off.”

“Alright everyone,” You were nervous you haven’t traveled by Portkey in a long time. “One...two...three!” Before you knew it, you were whizzing quickly in the air. You looked up and saw everyone was aboard and you had hoped for a soft landing. 

The group came to a halt in a basement filled with kitchen ingredients and supplies. Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten the landing you had hoped for. It was dark but there was a small fire and a candle to help them see. Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness.

“Back again, the blood traitor brats, is it true their father’s dying…?”

“OUT!” 

The second voice made everyone jump. You caught a glimpse of a house elf scurrying away. A scruffy man came down the stairs, you had seen his picture in The Prophet a few years back; it was Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather and member of the Order. You realized you would finally get a chance to meet everyone that you would be working with to bring down Voldemort.

“What’s going on? Phineaus Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured-“

“Ask Harry,” said Fred...or George you were still trying to figure out which was which.

“Yeah, I want to hear this for myself,” said the other Weasley twin.

Harry explained his dream/vision to everyone. Ginny wanted to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital immediately but Sirius explained why they had to wait. 

“You must be (Y/L),” Sirius put out his hand to greet you. 

“Yes. It’s nice to meet you.” You shook his hand not knowing what to do next. “I should go help Molly. Dumbledore sent me to comfort her until we can go see him.” 

Sirius gave you instructions on how to get to the Burrow safely. You disapparated immediately. When you came to you noticed you were on, what looked like, a farm. The rickety house in front of you had its lower level lights on, which told you Molly was awake and probably knew about her husband. You knocked on the door and a moment later a stout, red-haired woman with a tear stained face was standing in front of you, her robe tied tightly around her waist.

“(Y/N), dear. Come in please! Thank you for coming. Let me get you something to eat,” Molly said wiping her face. “Let me just finish this letter.” She rolled up the parchment and attached it to Fawkes, Dumbledore’s phoenix. “There, now then what would you like dearie?”

You knew that she was putting on a brave face because she felt like she had to be the warm welcoming woman that you had heard many stories about. You didn’t say anything, you walked up to her and gave her s hug. You felt her bury her face in your shoulder, trying to hold back tears.

“He’ll be okay, Molly. From what I know they found him quickly and he was alive.” You weren’t the best at consoling people but you tried your hardest. You couldn’t imagine what was going on inside her head right now. Molly walked into the kitchen and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of firewhisky. 

“Nothing to do now but wait. So, tell me about yourself, dear. Dumbledore has had nothing but nice things to say about you.” You blushed as she handed you the glass. 

About an hour past, you told Molly about yourself which seemed to distract her for the moment. When she saw the time, she decided to go upstairs to get dressed. You heard a tapping coming from the kitchen. An owl was outside with a roll of parchment in its beak, you opened the window and took the roll of parchment. You ran up the stairs and gave Molly the letter. She opened it immediately then grabbed your hand. 

A moment later you were standing in a bright white room. It took you a moment to get your bearings straight and to let the wave of nausea pass; when your vision had come back into focus you realized you were in St. Mungo’s waiting room. Molly had run over to the desk and was led back into the hospital. She looked back at you to see if you were coming but you decided it was best to stay out in the waiting room, this was a delicate situation and you didn’t want to intrude. Around five in the morning, Molly came back out of the waiting room. 

 “He’s going to be fine, thank the gods. I need to get to the children. Would you mind leading? I'm an old witch as it is, now I’m an old tired witch.” 

You took her hand and disapparated from the hospital and found yourself in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. The Weasley children all stood when they saw their mother, waiting to hear the news. 

“He’s going to be alright,” her voice weak from tiredness. “He’s sleeping. We can all go see him later. Bill’s sitting with him now, he’s going to take the morning off work.” Everyone was relieved to hear the good news. Sirius called for Kreature to make breakfast but he never showed up so Sirius started making it himself. You and Harry decided to assist in making breakfast to let the Weasley’s enjoy the happy news. Molly came over to thank you all for everything you did to help her and her family. Sirius offered to let everyone stay as long as they needed, which would bring them well past Christmas. Harry pulled Sirius away to talk to him privately as you continued to make breakfast. After everyone was full of bacon and eggs, they headed upstairs for a nap before they headed to the hospital to visit Arthur. 

You finally awoke from your rest and saw trunks had arrived from Hogwarts for everyone, including one for yourself. You got dressed and met Sirius in the sitting room where he was talking to two people. One was a beautiful witch who had short, pink hair and the other was Mad-Eye Moody, who was your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor your seventh year. 

“Good to see you, Ms. (L/N),” grunted Moody, as he shook your hand roughly. “This here is Nymphadora.” The girls' hair and eyes had turned bright red at Moody’s introduction. 

“DON’T. CALL. ME. NYMPHADORA!” Moody chuckled and slapped her on the back.

 “Nah. I’m just teasing, she prefers Tonks.” You smiled and shook her hand.

“You must be (Y/N). Sirius has filled us in on some stuff but maybe after our visit you’d want to get to know each other?” Her hair had returned to normal and she leaned in as whispered, “we're sort of outnumbered.” She gave you and wink and walked over to Molly and gave her a hug. 

The trip to St. Mungo’s had been better this time around, now that everyone knew Arthur’s condition. The visit went well, the doctors said Arthur would recover nicely and he would be home by Christmas. He thanked you again for helping with Molly and the kids and said you’ll get to know more about each other in the coming months. Everyone left the hospital feeling like a weight had been lifted. When you arrived back at Grimmauld Place you helped Molly prepare dinner, that night had been much better than the prior evening and everyone could get a good night's sleep.

The next morning everyone chipped in with setting up Christmas decorations. Sirius sang carols while Fred and George set up the tree a wizard named Mundungus had brought. Tonks was hanging garland on the fireplace while Molly made lunch. You decided to go through the tree ornaments with Ginny. Hermione arrived later that night, even though she was supposed to be skiing with her parents. You heard that Umbridge was furious that you had taken Harry and the Weasley’s away from the school “without her permission” as if she was some type of authority. The thought of that vile woman made your stomach turn. The kids went upstairs and the members of the Order gathered around the fireplace to catch up. 

“So (Y/N), Sirius tells us you come from Death Eaters.” There was no beating around the bush with Mad-Eye.

“Yes my father mainly, my mother is more reserved. Ever since the night that was supposed to be Voldemort’s last, my father has been leading the search trying to find any sign of him. After the Triwizard Tournament, I had seen even less of my parents, which I didn’t even think was possible.” 

Molly passed out mugs of butterbeer. Tonks got up from her spot and ran to the door. When she returned she was followed by another one of your former professors, Remus Lupin. He had been your favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and he recognized you immediately. 

“(Y/N) (L/N). Dumbledore told me there was a new member but I never would have guessed. Great to see you, dear.”

“Likewise.” He was the first person to greet you with a hug. You weren’t sure why, but it made you feel much more welcome, like you had been a part of the Order for years.

“Who has Albus got you shadowing these days? Don’t tell me it’s Snape.” Lupin grimaced when he said Severus’ name.

“No, although Potions is where I would have liked to be. I’m the student professor of Herbology.” 

“Ahh yes, Pomona Sprout if I remember correctly. Brilliant witch, you’ll learn a lot.” Sirius looked like he was about to burst if he didn’t greet Lupin. They hugged as Molly brought over another mug for Remus. The night ended after hours of catching up and retelling stories of the early days of the Order. Tonks was a little older than you so you weren’t the only one who wasn't in the First Order. Everyone had said their good-nights and went to bed.

Christmas morning started better than any you ever had at home. There was a small stack of gifts at the foot of your bed. One had been from Molly, it was a green sweater with a big letter (Y/N/L) on the front, a pack of Fizzing Whizbees from Dumbledore, and a letter from your parents with a picture in it (this year's trip was to Bulgaria). You put on your sweater and got out of bed, eager to get to the bacon you smelled, when you heard something drop lightly on the floor. A small box in red and gold wrapping paper laid on the ground, you must have lost it in your quilt when you grabbed your presents. You opened the square box and your heart almost pounded out of your chest, you pulled the long silver chain from the box that held an emerald gemstone. It was one of the most beautiful necklaces you had ever seen. The box had no note attached and nothing to say whom it was from. You pulled out your wand and cast a Curse Detection charm, there was no sign of a curse so you put it on wondering who it could be from.

“Happy Christmas (Y/N)!” Arthur Weasley sat bruised but merry at the head of the table.

“Happy Christmas. How are you feeling?” 

“Better than ever now that I’ve got Molly’s breakfast in me, I’m telling you the food at St. Mungo’s was horrid.” He turned to talk to Sirius when an owl ran headfirst into the front door. Molly opened the door to find a package, she came back into the kitchen with tears on her face. In her hands on a jumper like yours but in red with a “P” on the front.

“No note. No explanation! Hasn’t even written to see if you’re even alive!” She burst into tears again. Fred and George had come downstairs when they heard the ruckus. They tried to comfort their mother but it didn’t seem to be helping. Lupin sent them upstairs to see if everyone was awake and took over consoling Molly, eventually she calmed down. The entire day was full of music, food and laughter; more than you could say if you were with your parents, you had never laughed so hard in your life. 

The following days had been full of pleasant conversation and amazing food. You and Tonks had a lot in common and she showed you her metamorphmagi ability, which you found fascinating. Arthur told you about his work at the Ministry, learning about Muggle products and their uses and Alastor was telling stories from his days as an Auror. The holiday break was coming to a close when Molly, Arthur, Lupin, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Mundungus, and a man named Kingsley Shacklebolt brought you into the sitting room. Sirius stepped forward.

“(Y/N), getting to know you over these past week has been a joy. I can see now why Dumbledore picked you, you are a fine witch and I think you would make a fantastic addition to our cause. So, I would like to formally welcome you into the Order of the Phoenix.” 

Everyone applauded as Sirius opened his arms for a hug. You tried hard to hold back the tears. 

“When Dumbledore asked me if I wanted to join the Order, he said ‘you will enter into a family, one that treasures your abilities and protects you to the ends of the world.’ I heard what he said but I don’t think I really comprehended what he was saying, but I get it now. I have felt more at home this holiday than I did 18 years with my actual family. Thank you so much for accepting me, I won’t let you down.” Your eyes were welling up with tears so you figured it was best to cut it there before you became a bumbling mess. After a string of hugs and welcomes you went up to your room and opened your copy of Moste Potente Potions.

The final day of break was finally here. You couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts but you didn’t want to leave your new friends. You were packing up your trunk when Tonks came in to say good-bye. 

“Mad-Eye needs me, Auror business. But I just wanted to let you know that you can always send an owl my way.” She gave you a hug and when she pulled away she saw your necklace.

“And who, may I ask, was that from?!” She let herself become a little girly and bent down to get a closer look. “It’s gorgeous!”

“I’m not sure. There was no note it was just on my bed Christmas morning. Don’t worry I checked for curses.” 

“A secret admirer? Ohh, Molly will love this! When you find out who it is you must tell me I’m dying to find out!” With that she ran out of the room, you assumed, to tell Mrs. Weasley. 

You turned back to your trunk and finished putting away your clothes. You were about to put your book away but when you turned to grab it off of your bed it was gone.

“Enjoying your new book? I can see you are more than halfway through.” 

Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the voice.

“As a matter of fact I am enjoying it. Very informative you know.” You turned around and saw him skimming through the pages. You waited for Severus to give it back so you could pack it away. “What are you doing here?”

“I had some business with Mr. Potter from Dumbledore and figured you would prefer to apparate back to Hogwarts. Only Albus, Minerva and myself may apparate in and out of Hogwarts.” Severus looked up from the book and glanced at your necklace. “Unless you would prefer to take the train.” 

“Let me just say good-bye to everyone and we can go.” You went downstairs and said your good-byes. You didn’t want to leave yet but you didn’t want to sit on the Hogwarts Express for hours either.

“See you for Easter, dear?” Molly asked.

“Absolutely! I can’t wait.” She gave you the tightest hug of everyone and went back to cleaning the kitchen.

Severus held out his arm for you to take. You looked at your feet as your hand snaked around his elbow, not wanting him to see you blush. The room spun and you landed in Dumbledore's study.

“Ah Severus, (Y/N). Good holiday? I’m hoping that everyone was gracious at Grimmauld Place?”

“Yes, sir. Everyone was friendly and welcoming. You were right about them, I have never felt more at home.” You said with a large smile.

“Well I’m glad. Now, it’s good that you are both here because I have important business for both of you. Severus, I want you to teach Ms. (L/N) occlumency as well; it may come in handy in the future.”

“Of course, Headmaster.” Snape said, hands behind his back, looking professional. Dumbledore nodded and looked over at you. 

“So, you took my advice and went with the emerald.” Snape’s face went bright red in a second flat and left the room quickly, obviously embarrassed. “It looks lovely on you (Y/N).” Dumbledore gave a playful wink and went back to his desk.

“Thank you, sir.” You left his office hoping to catch Severus in the hall but he had already disappeared. You touched your necklace and smiled as you walked back to your room.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[milktea-468]

AU!Severus x Reader - It’s Alan Dear.

Prompt: AU where Severus is a therapist named Alan (after Alan Rickman of course) who has a session with a patient with brain trauma as she (you) talks about her “world of wizardry” and other things.

A/N: This story has angst and fluff. HARRY POTTER AND ALL THE BOOKS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING OF COURSE JUST TO CLARIFY SO NUN OF YOU GUYS GET THE WRONG IDEA.

Severus sounds OOC because he’s not a wizard nor is he a potions professor with a permanent scowl on his face, haha.

Please enjoy!

There was an almost eerie sort of silence that had taken over the room as (F/N)(L/N) slept quietly under white hospital blankets. Quite honestly this was the only sort of peace this young lady would have nowadays, knowing that when she woke she would be attacked by terrible headaches and nausea and doctors poking her with what have you.

I remember during one of our sessions she told me that I was the only sane thing in her world. A very peculiar thing to say to your therapist, but her words left me down and sort of blue afterward. When I first met Ms.(L/N) it had only been weeks since her accident. Suffering from mild traumatic brain injuries and some scattered bruises on her body she was disoriented and very weak. Since she was conscious throughout most of the day her mother requested me to come in to talk about the accident, to help this young lady cope with what she had to endure.

Who she had to see die.

I stopped everything when I saw her stir in her bed. After a couple of moments her eyes opened and she looked up at me, smiling.

“Severus.” she cooed, although slightly slurred I sighed, showing her my name tag.

“Ms.(L/N) must I remind you every visit, my name is Alan,” I forced a smile. “Not Severus.”

She had given me this odd name in our second visit, and refused to call me anything else. I wondered where the name “Severus” came from in her mind.

Was it possibly due to a memory that was resurfaced after the accident?

A fellow she knew before?

Randomness?

She still looked up at me from my seated position by her bed, her (E/C) eyes looking like that of a scared doe. Before she nor I could say anything she winced, holding her head in her hands.

Another headache.

Poor dear.

“Ms.(L/N),” I said softly, concern bubbling up within me. She pulled her hands away but still looked in pain.

“(F/N),” It was one of the rare times I actually said her first name. She slowly looked up at me, still with a pained expression but not as severe.

“Why...don’t, you tell me about that school? Remember? The wizard school?” I tried to give her things her mind can latch on to, topics she had talked about before, to get her mind off of her pain just for a little. It seemed to have worked, because she broke out in another gentle smile.

“Hogwarts, Severus.”

“A-Alan, it’s Alan dear.”

This consisted of her talking about this school of “witchcraft and wizardry,” where students flew on brooms, made spells and had owls, and had instructors teach them how to be proper wizards and witches. I enjoyed her story, enjoying more how much my patient lit up while talking about her fantasy world. It made me happy seeing her like this, wanting more her to recover and start living a normal life once again. It made me wonder how she was without this brain injury. How she was before the accident. Apart of me wondered if I’d still be able to talk to her after she recovered, not as a therapist, but maybe a friend....even more possibly.

I shook my head, my mind still vaguely listening to her stories of a game called, uh something like Gobblestones? I’m not sure. But I couldn’t help but think about what I just thought. Of course my patient is very beautiful, she’s kind when she isn’t overcome with mood swings from the brain trauma, and she listens to me when I speak to her. But the thought of after she recovers? It was unprofessional and I felt a little ashamed.

Why did she remind me of L-

No, nope not going there.

No.

Nah-uh.

“Severus?” I looked up at her, not bothering to correct her as the name she gave me kinda stuck to me. Dark strands of my hair fell on my face as she watched me, grabbing on the white sheets slightly. “In my world, Severus, you’re a potions professor. You are taken for granted...and then taken from this w-world.” I see her sniffle and she begins to cry, something that makes my heart ache. I grab something for her to wipe her face and I speak up.

“You’re talking about Cedric. Your brother. He died in the car accident (F/N).” I found my voice nearly left me saying this, watching her nod her head slowly.

“I-I miss him so much...” There was still a slur in her voice but she still sounded so broken, and my heart felt even worse seeing her like this.

So I hugged her. Reaching in I wrapped my arms around her and she quickly responded, snaking her arms around my neck as she cried into my chest. She smelled clean like the hospital and she was soft in my arms. I could feel her tears stain on my button up shirt, but I paid no mind to it. When I pulled away she was much more stable, now letting out soft sniffles as I handed her another tissue and she took it.

“We can talk about Cedric if you’d like, but if you much rather prefer we can talk about the wizard world again. That way we can lift your spirits a tad, hm?”

In the rest of our session she returned to a calm state, very happily talking about her world. It was a shame that our session was already over, because even I was getting engrossed in what she had to say. It almost sounded like a whole novel, maybe two, possible seven.

I was almost to the door when she called for me again.

“A-Alan?” she called out, using my actual name this time. I actually didn’t like how it sounded coming out of her mouth, much rather liking the name she gave me. So ironically, I corrected her again.

“You mean Severus, dear.”

“Oh right, Severus....will I see you again?” she asked me, and I smiled.

“Of course. We do have another session next week (F/N). Until then, I can’t wait to hear more of your Hogwarts.” I bid her farewell and shut the door. This was when a sigh of relief and tiredness escaped me, but my smile didn’t leave my features. Gazing at her door one more time, I chuckled.

“A world of wizardry where I’m a potions professor...haha what an idea.” I found her in my thoughts for the rest of the day as I gathered my suitcase and left.

In truth, maybe there is a world like that for (F/N) out there. Maybe she’d be off better there. It all is rather uncertain, but now I know one things for certain.

The name Severus really is sticking to me now.

[lady-severus-snape]

Headcannon #4

Severus getting turned into a teal colored niffler

🌠he is a chaotic little cro-err niffler.

🌠doesn't just take shinies because of his high IQ as a human.

🌠y/n cares for him after he gets caught in a trap. He is named Kiwi after you find him demolishing an entire jar of your dried kiwi slices (little shit ate all of them, the stinker 💚)

🌠Kiwi impressing you with his skills of not only finding good shinies, but with potion ingredients and helps you avoid dark cursed items and traps.

🌠y/n gets cornered by Umbridge when they visit Grandma minnie. Kiwi hops out of his little pocket cozy and bites Umbridges ankle. Once safe back in your pocket you notice him turn into a sickly baby barf green.

🌠"Oh Kiwi....let's get you examined. For all we know the bitch gave you rabies. Who knows where SHE has been" y/n cuddled him and plopped a kiss on his head. He went rigid and turned into a weird pinky red color, steam coming out of his wittle cute ears.

🌠Severus had no idea what happened. One minute, he was walking down the street. The next, he was running in circles blindly, squeaking before picking a direction and running with it.

🌠Severus getting caught in the trap and rescued by Y/N.

🌠severus having the urge to hoard pretty shinies and then sharing them with Y/N. He had no idea who you were, but you made the best dried kiwi slices!!!

🌠Severus instinctively knew you needed potion ingredients re stocked. He would lead you to the best patch for harvesting (still didn't know how he did it.)

🌠After a death eater almost got you with a cursed dagger, he honed his skill and could now effectively pick up on even the smallest traces of dark magic and curses.

🌠When Umbridge cornered you in the corridor, Severus did what he a little niffler could do, turned into an ankle biter. He would give anything for some toothpaste and the gold muggle mouthwash afterwards. But you were safe.

🌠Severus feeling himself grow hot after y/n landed a kiss on him, in a dramatic plomb of smoke (glitter and all) he was in your arms.

🌠Y/N shocked at having the 'missing' potions master as a pet, made for a hearty chuckle. Y/N bear hugged him.

🌠the friendship grew, Severus retained some the attributes. He still would swipe the pretty shinies and left them in random spots for y/n to find. Kiwi stuck as his nickname so y/n never stopped calling him that. Y/n also always kept dried kiwi on them at all times.(It made it easier to bribe Severus to do things he didn't want to. No he didn't want to have tea with Albus fucking Dumbledore.......fine he would do it for 10 kiwi slices)

🌠sometimes Severus would transform himself back into a niffler just so he could hitch a ride with Y/N and escape Albus.

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Company in Punishment”

Student Y/N always gets detention every once a week with Professor Snape for simply being just late, which had become a normal routine for both of them.

Until one day, Snape decides to unravel the reason behind it - something that he never thought would be done, let alone deserve it himself. Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/1338777013-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%C2%A7-company-in-punishment-%C2%A7

[musicc-junkiee-blog]

My first piece of work (This will be a Snape x Student!Reader. No smut, just stirred feelings)

Okay, just a little backstory. Sparx is known to be a half-blood, mother’s a witch, father’s a muggle. She has brown, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and she’s a bit chunky. She falls for Severus by the first few moments of being in his class. Possibly, there will be a part two if this goes well :P

The first year Slytherin, a strong, curious girl by the name of Sparx Windrille, walked into her third class of the day: Potions. She had heard anout the infamous Professor Severus Snape, a brooding, strict, and oh so very sour wizard. He’s told to be a master in the Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA), but that job was told to be vexed by past experiences. Odd enough, with him being the head of her house, she had never came across this man. (Or so she remembers). Walking through the dungeon doors, she strode to the front and took a seat beside a commonly known Gryffindor girl, Hermione. They both exchanged side glances toward eachother, her own being a bit less friendly. She was told that Gryffindors and Slytherins were known enemies, and even putting aside the whole stereotype, she knew the likes of Hermione. A miss Know-It-All. Before she knew it, the class went dead silent. She looked straight ahead, and finally saw Severus, the Wizard himself. She felt her heart skip a beat whenever his deep, thunderous voice echoed throughout thr room. She studied him a moment, muttering a soft sigh. His skin, snowy pale, his hair, midnight black, shoulder length, his voice… oh heavens, his voice! She let out a shudder of breath, only to realize the room went from silent, to a crowd of sniggering.

“Miss Windrille…” his voice sounded a bit irritated, as if he had said her name before..many atimes…

Gathering her thoughts, her cheeks a soft, rosy hue, she mustered a ‘Yes Sir?’ In her most firm voice.

His brow quirked slightly, and he muttered, “What are the components used for a live potion?”

Mother of God…the one thing you didnt study! You lower your eyes, giving thr answer, “I don’t know, sir.’

Hermione’s hand had been waving in the air for minutes noe, only to remain ignored. Snape looked to the students, announcing, "Thankfully for Miss Windrille, we will not be covering the love potion for another few weeks. Now,” His eyes caught with hers, and her heart skipped yet another beat…something about this man, the way he talks, how cruel he is with his words… It intruiged her to a great deal. She never took her eyes off of him, specifically his lips, in which she drunk in every word to be murmered. Even after class, her thoughts were clouded by…him… She had to shake her head whenever lewd thoughts would come to mind. “Get ahold of yourself!” She finally growled to herself, after muttering the password that lead to the common room. She collapsed onto an armchair, shaking another thought away. “He’s just a teacher.. you need to stop…” but she couldn’t. Everything that had to do with him, voice, appearance, his aura, all interested her greatly… if only she couldn’t have been a student…

(Im so flippin sorry that it seems so…blah. I’m hoping that my writing can get better)

[salemwolfgang]

Can one of you help me find a fanfic? Its severusxreader and one specific scene i remember is the reader falling alseep in a bathtub and proffeser mcgonagall drags out the reader

[severussnaperevived]

Content: NSFW, Severus Snape, SeverusXreader, Sexual content, Student with professor

You have been waiting for the past week for the perfect moment to sneak out of your bed, you head to the girls bathroom and turn on the shower, you sit at the bottom of the shower with the hot water running over your body.

You spread your legs apart and place your fingers on your clitoris and begin to rub, your body shakes as you get more and more wet getting closer to Cumming.

Suddenly the door swings open and there stands professor Snape, he looks down at you unsure what to do, you notice a bulge forming in his pants as he tries to cover it with his cloak, you look at his face and say "I can help you with that", he looks at you in disbelief of what's happening, you stand up and turn off the water before pulling him inside, he resists but not hard enough since deep down he wants you.

You begin to unbutton his shirt as he trembles, "sir, is it your first time?" You ask he just looks at you unable to say anything, "it's my first time" you say, you remove his shirt and notice the death eaters mark on his arm, "I've got myself a bad boy, don't worry your secret is safe with me" you say as you pull down his pants and boxers in one go, you examine his dick and balls, you feel his body with your hand before pulling him into a sitting position before sitting on top of him.

You place his dick on your clitoris and rub it against you clitoris abit scared to put it inside you since it's so big, Severus begins to suck on your breasts, you feel a rush through your body as you get more horney, you have never been this horney before, you grab his dick and slowly slide it inside you, Severus groans as he enters you.

You start off slow but start to pick up speed, suddenly you hear a noise as someone enters the bathroom, "who's in here" asks professor McGonagall, you put you finger over Severus mouth while still rocking on him slowly, "it's just me, I got my period and needed to clean myself" you reply, "ok dear, please be quick then back to bed" replies professor McGonagall as she leaves the bathroom.

You pick up speed, you look at Severus, you can tell he's trying really hard not to cum to quickly, you put you mouth up to his ear and whisper "I'm about to cum all over your dick" he opens his eyes and looks into yours before kissing you on the lips, you let out a groan as you cum while still kissing him , you slow down to feel his dick twitching as he cums inside you.

You sit there ontop of him for a minute while catching your breath, he looks at you and asks "your on birth control, right?" You look at him and shyly say "no", "shit" says Severus as he realizes what he has done , he leans in in gives you a kiss before saying "tomorrow night 7pm my office for round 2."

I hope you guys liked it as it is my first time writing this kind of stuff

[severus-please]

Chapter 6 of my SeverusxReader (kind of a SeverusxOC) fic is out, if anyone wants to read it! A little fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut 💚🖤

[lady-severus-snape]

Sub head cannon post #9 from headcannon #19

Severus being a big old teddy bear. The moment you earn his trust, friendship, and love, there is no one more loyal and protective than him. To the point that you can't even carry a single grocery bag.

🌠y/n was excited to attend yule ball at Hogwarts. Grandma Minnie had invited you to attend since she hasn't seen you after your mom moved to the U.S.

🌠Showing up a few days early to surprise her.

Y/N: surprise!

Minerva: my word! Y/n! When did you get here?

Y/n: just flew in. There was room for an earlier time so I took it.

Minerva introduces y/n to everyone on staff bar Severus.

Y/n: who is that grandma?

Minerva: that is Severus Snape, potions master and Dark arts master. He is......a character.

Y/n: grouchy. He is cute though.

🌠Y/n going out of their way greeting Severus at every turn.

Y/n: Good morning Severus, breakfast is off the chain today! Them waffles are scrumpdiddlyumcious.

Y/n: hi Severus! I got us coffee, it's too people-y out today.

Y/n: have a good night Severus. Don't party too hard.

🌠Severus was annoyed as hell. Y/n was an irritating little chit. Did they not understand that he didn't want to interact with them?! Everytime he turned around y/n was right there. Being all happy, cheerful, kind, and... and....and....nice. They made really good coffee.

🌠Severus begrudgingly looking foward to seeing and talking to Y/N. They never pried into his life, or demand anything.......it was refreshing to say the least. They had a broad level of knowledge as well, from the latest potions guild article to some obscure arithmacy formula that was the 'bomb diggety' for maintaining room temperatures. Anything they were not knowledgeable on, they would sit and listen to him drawl on about it.

🌠y/n could be seen walking along side Severus in the corridors whenever possible (when they weren't spending time with grandma). The students tripped over themselves as Y/N wheezed laughed at whatever Professor Snape said.

🌠Severus smirked and felt the wall around his heart melt as Y/N was crying, laughing at the dry witty statement he made. The staff at hogwarts looking out the windows to see if the sky was falling. The first time Severus used one of Y/N slang lingo, the students thought he was possessed. Hearing y/n picking his lingo made for rumors that they 'switched' bodies.

🌠y/n sneezed several times, their arms became full of potion vials. Green for allergies, lavender for boosting the immune system (winters in Scotland are rough), fever reducer, pepper up (you looked at little pale to him), sinus decongestant, mild pain potion (he noticed you were stiff)

🌠Severus and Y/N being attached at the hip whenever he wasn't teaching class. Y/N would go hang out with him in the lab. Even if they didn't talk, severus brewed and y/n doing whatever they brought with them. Yesterday was a muggle book about the effects of maladaptive daydreaming and Autism. Severus had dibs on reading it after y/n was done.

🌠next came touches. The two always softly bumped each other with a shoulder shove. That moved to lingering touches, and lead the biggest event of all.....a hug. A truly sincere, heart warming, serotonin boosting hug.

🌠Severus and y/n became best friends, closer than even Lily was to Severus before the fallout. He talked about the major events that formed his life and the soft ones he adored. Y/N sat patiently listened, not an ounce of judgement in their eyes. When Severus showed them the faded Dark Mark, y/n caressed it and placed a small kiss on it.

Y/n: I'm happy you survived and I get to have you in my life. We can't change the past and I wish you never had to go through what you did, but if it meant that's why you're here talking to me. Im happy.

🌠Severus unable to hold it anymore crushed y/N to him and cried. Heart wrenching soul cleansing crying. Y/N hugged him back just as hard as if they were each other's life line. And they were.

🌠they were each other's date to Yule. Dancing to almost every song even after the ball ended. They got so drunk in his quarters that Severus woke wearing a bunny suit and y/n was dressed as moose. With a hangover from hell.

🌠when y/n had to return to the U.S. severus literally went through withdrawal. Rude, irritable, snarky, snappish, sadness, patience size of a mustard seed, restlessness, you name it. Gryffindor was in the negative, hufflepuff lost 3/4 of all their house points, Ravenclaw was almost in the negative, slytherin lost HALF of their collective points.

🌠Minerva firecalling her grandchild to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE visit the grounds before Severus demolished the castle! Y/N acquiring the new rage 'wizarding wireless' and showing Severus how to use it. They called, texted, and/or face timed everyday.

🌠y/n answered Severus's phone call in a teary, sniffling mess. Severus without warning shows up at Y/N living room. Y/N bawling their eyes out to him because they are going through a manic low and that bitch Becky from work said 'you're so fucking weird, and that's why no one liked them'

🌠Needless to say Y/N had to crawl on top of Severus like a spider monkey just to keep him from leaving to go murder Becky. The next shift Becky said not one word and scurried around you. Weird.

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@wandering-avian I hope I did justice to your idea. 💚💚 enjoy.