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[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.

[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]

[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

[lady-severus-snape]

This is so tender, I cried! 💚💚💚💚

Would you be able to do a Severus Snape story. One where his girlfriend is nervous about having sex with him, as she still suffers from issues she suffered at the hands of a man who thought cared about her but just wanted to abuse her. Severus completely understands and never pressures her, she tells him she finally wants to have sex with him and he takes his time with her and is gently with her due her abuser being a sadist when it came to sex and not preparing her enough. Then after they have made love, he cuddles up with her which is a foreign concept to her as her abuser just use to shove her clothes into her arms after he was finished. Severus telling her how beautiful she is, as her abuser also belittled her about her body.

if you aren’t comfortable with this idea, it is fine if you choose not to write this idea.

Title: Alchemy of the Heart

Summary: A story of transformation and healing, where Severus Snape learns that love, like magic, can mend even the most broken of souls.

Pairing: Severus Snape × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your request! 🫶

Also read on Ao3

Severus Snape never thought he would find himself in such a situation—dating a Muggle, living a life that was so mundanely normal after everything he had endured. He scoffed at the absurdity of it all as he moved about the small kitchen in his modest home at Spinner's End, preparing dinner for himself and you, the woman who had somehow wormed her way into his life, despite his best efforts to keep everyone at arm’s length.

The irony was not lost on him. He, Severus Snape, a man who had spent his entire adult life hiding behind shadows and secrets, was now standing over a stove, chopping vegetables for a Muggle dish he barely knew how to make. He was a man who had survived the war, against all odds, only to be pulled back from the brink of death by none other than Harry bloody Potter. That particular twist of fate still rankled him. Potter had used the Elder Wand to heal the wounds inflicted by Nagini, saving his life and subsequently fighting to free him from Azkaban, where he had been imprisoned for a year. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing he owed his life and freedom to the very boy he had spent years despising.

Snape grimaced as he remembered the cold, damp cells of Azkaban, the Dementors draining every ounce of warmth and hope from him, leaving only a hollow shell behind. He had resigned himself to that fate, ready to be forgotten, to fade into obscurity. But Potter had other plans, of course. The boy who lived, the boy who couldn’t leave well enough alone.

And now, here he was, living in his old childhood home, the memories of his past haunting every corner, every shadow. But there was one new element in his life, something—or rather someone—who had become an unexpected comfort in this bleak existence. You.

He had first noticed you a few weeks after his release, moving into the house next door with your belongings piled into an old, beat-up car. You were a breath of fresh air in the stale, suffocating environment of Spinner’s End. Snape had tried to scare you off at first, his usual acerbic demeanor and cutting remarks meant to keep you at a distance. But you were persistent, infuriatingly so. You would knock on his door with some trivial request—a cup of sugar, a light for your stove, a missing ingredient for dinner. And every time, despite himself, Snape would begrudgingly oblige, always with a scowl and a sarcastic remark.

But you kept coming back. No matter how cold or curt he was, you would return, flashing that infuriatingly bright smile, your eyes sparkling with a warmth that he hadn’t known in years. Slowly, despite his best efforts, Snape found himself softening towards you, your presence becoming a constant, a fixture in his life that he didn’t entirely hate.

It had started as a reluctant friendship—if he could even call it that—exchanging a few words here and there, discussing the weather or some mundane topic. But then, one evening, you had invited him over for dinner. He had almost declined, the words on the tip of his tongue, but something in your eyes, a quiet loneliness, made him change his mind. And that night, as you both sat in your small, cozy kitchen, sharing a simple meal, Snape felt something shift between you. It was subtle, a barely noticeable change in the air, but it was there, and he knew you felt it too.

From that moment on, things were different. The awkwardness that had always lingered between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a quiet understanding, a comfort in each other’s presence that neither of you could deny. The dinners became more frequent, the conversations more personal, and before long, those moments spent together turned into something more.

The first time you kissed him, it was hesitant, a brief brush of lips that left him reeling. He had pulled back, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, of regret. But all he saw was warmth, acceptance, and something deeper—something he hadn’t felt in years. And so, he had kissed you again, this time with more conviction, more certainty, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, tasting the sweetness of your lips.

But even as things between you grew more intimate, there was always a hesitance on your part, a reluctance to let things progress beyond those heated kisses, those moments of passion that left you both breathless. Snape had tried to be patient, tried to respect your boundaries, but there were times when he couldn’t help the frustration that simmered just beneath the surface.

It wasn’t until one night, after another round of heated kisses that left you both wanting more, that Snape’s patience finally wore thin. He had used Legilimency on you, a skill he had honed to perfection over the years, and what he saw left him reeling. Memories of your past, of a relationship that had been toxic, abusive, of a man who had used your body, your trust, against you. It made Snape’s blood boil with rage, a fury that he hadn’t felt in years, directed not at you but at the man who had hurt you.

He had pulled back immediately, ashamed of what he had done, of the intrusion, but he couldn’t erase the memories from his mind. He couldn’t forget the pain in your eyes, the fear that had lingered just beneath the surface, even as you tried to move on, to find happiness with him.

So he kept it to himself, burying the knowledge deep within, refusing to let it taint what was growing between you. He would wait, he decided. He would wait until you were ready to tell him, until you trusted him enough to open up, to share your past with him.

And then, one evening, as you both sat on his old, worn sofa, your head resting on his shoulder, you had finally told him. The words had tumbled out in a rush, your voice trembling with fear and uncertainty, and Snape had listened, his heart aching with every word. When you had finished, he had wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his lips brushing against your hair as he whispered words of comfort, of reassurance.

"Thank you for telling me," he had murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "You’re safe with me, always."

And that night, as you lay in his arms, Snape had made a silent vow to himself. He would never hurt you, never push you beyond what you were comfortable with. He would wait, as long as it took, until you were ready.

Now, as he stirred the pot of soup simmering on the stove, Snape couldn’t help but think back to that night, to the way you had looked at him with such trust, such vulnerability. It made his heart clench in a way that he wasn’t used to, a feeling that he had tried to bury for years but that now resurfaced with a vengeance.

You had come into his life like a force of nature, breaking down the walls he had built around himself, forcing him to confront emotions that he had long since buried. And while part of him resented it, resented the way you had made him feel again, another part of him—the part he tried to ignore—was grateful.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards behind him and turned to see you standing in the doorway, your eyes bright with affection as you watched him cook. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sight of you, so full of life, so full of light.

"You’re cooking," you said, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight as you stepped into the kitchen, your hands coming to rest on the counter as you leaned against it, watching him with those warm, trusting eyes.

"Don’t sound so shocked," Snape replied, his tone dry but not unkind as he turned back to the stove, giving the soup another stir. "I am capable of preparing a meal, despite what you may think."

You chuckled softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. "I never doubted it," you said, your voice light and teasing as you stepped closer, your hands resting on his shoulders as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "But I’m still impressed."

Snape felt a warmth spread through him at your touch, your lips against his skin sending a wave of heat coursing through his body. He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the warmth of your gaze, the affection that shone in your eyes.

But then, as quickly as it had come, the moment was gone, and Snape turned back to the stove, his hands tightening on the spoon as he stirred the soup with more force than necessary. He couldn’t allow himself to get too comfortable, to let his guard down. There was still so much you didn’t know about him, so much he was keeping from you.

You didn’t know that the man you were dating was not just a simple recluse living in a small, forgotten town. You didn’t know that the man you had trusted with your secrets, with your heart, was a wizard, a man who had fought in a war that had left deep scars on his soul. You didn’t know that the man you had chosen to love was capable of things that would terrify most people.

And as much as Snape wanted to keep it that way, to keep you safe from the darkness that had consumed so much of his life, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. He could only hope that when it did, you would still look at him with the same warmth, the same affection that you did now.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand—preparing a simple meal for the woman who had become the light in his dark, shadowed world. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had to offer.

You moved closer to him, your body pressing against his as you wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder as you watched him cook. Snape stiffened slightly at the unexpected contact, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he allowed himself to relax into your embrace, the warmth of your body seeping into his own, calming the storm of thoughts that constantly swirled in his mind.

"Thank you, Sev," you murmured, your voice soft and sincere as you pressed another kiss to his shoulder, your lips lingering against the fabric of his shirt. "For everything."

Snape swallowed hard, his throat tightening at the sound of your voice, the sincerity in your words. He wasn’t used to this—this warmth, this affection. It was foreign to him, something he had long since resigned himself to living without. But now, with you, it was becoming a part of his life, and as much as it terrified him, he found himself clinging to it, desperate for the light you brought into his world.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, didn’t trust his voice to remain steady, so instead, he simply nodded, his hand coming up to rest on yours, squeezing it gently in silent acknowledgment.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, your eyes searching his for something—reassurance, perhaps, or maybe just a connection, a confirmation that he was here, with you, in this moment. Whatever it was, Snape felt a surge of emotion rise up within him, threatening to overwhelm him.

And then, as if sensing his turmoil, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips soft and warm against his, a gentle caress that made his heart ache with longing. Snape responded almost automatically, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a desperate need that he hadn’t felt in years.

The kiss quickly grew more heated, more urgent, as Snape’s hands roamed over your body, feeling the warmth of your skin through the fabric of your clothes. He could feel the desire building within him, the need to take this further, to lose himself in you, in the warmth and comfort that you offered.

But then, just as quickly as it had begun, you pulled back, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"Severus," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly as you placed your hands on his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I… I want to be with you, but…"

Snape felt his heart clench at your words, the hesitation in your voice, the uncertainty in your eyes. He knew what you were going to say, knew what was holding you back, and it made his chest tighten with a mix of frustration and sorrow.

"But you’re not ready," Snape finished for you, his voice low and rough as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "And that’s okay, love. We’ll take things at your pace."

You looked up at him, your eyes filling with tears as you nodded, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you savored the warmth of his hand against your skin.

Snape felt a wave of emotion wash over him, a mixture of love and frustration and something else—something deeper, something darker that he couldn’t quite put into words. He wanted you, more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t—push you into something you weren’t ready for. Not after everything you had been through.

So instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin as he whispered, "When you’re ready, I’ll be here."

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in his chest, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline. And in that moment, Snape realized that maybe, just maybe, he was.

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Snape couldn’t help but think of how far he had come, how much his life had changed since the end of the war. He had gone from being a man consumed by darkness and hatred, to a man who was learning to love again, who was finding solace in the warmth of a woman’s embrace.

But even as he held you close, the weight of his secrets pressed down on him, a constant reminder that there was still so much you didn’t know about him, so much that he was keeping from you.

And as much as he wanted to protect you from that darkness, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

For now, though, he would hold onto this moment, this brief reprieve from the shadows that haunted his every step. And he would continue to wait, as long as it took, until you were ready to take that next step, to fully trust him with your body, your heart, your soul.

Because for the first time in his life, Severus Snape had something worth waiting for.

You and Severus Snape sat across from each other at the small, worn kitchen table in his modest home. The room was quiet, save for the soft clinking of spoons against bowls as you both ate the soup he had prepared. The aroma of the dish filled the air, a comforting blend of herbs and spices that seemed almost out of place in the austere surroundings of Spinner’s End.

Snape watched you closely, his dark, piercing eyes never leaving your face as you took your first tentative spoonful of the soup. He appeared calm and composed, but there was a hint of something else in his gaze—an emotion that he carefully kept hidden behind his usual mask of indifference. You, oblivious to the scrutiny, tasted the soup, savoring the warmth that spread through you as you swallowed.

To your surprise, the soup was not just good—it was delicious. The flavors were rich and well-balanced, each ingredient perfectly complementing the others. You glanced up at Snape, your eyes wide with genuine admiration. “This is amazing, Severus,” you said, your voice filled with pleasant surprise. “I didn’t expect you to be such a good cook!”

Snape’s response was immediate. He rolled his eyes in a manner that was both exaggerated and entirely out of character, the motion so unexpected that it caught you off guard. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he affected a tone of mock offense. “What did you expect, then? That I would poison you with my lack of culinary skills?”

You burst into laughter, the sound bright and clear in the small, dimly lit kitchen. “No, no! It’s just—I mean, you never struck me as the type to… well, cook. You always seem so serious, so… severe.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, but there was a glint of amusement in them that you hadn’t noticed before. “I am full of surprises, as you’ve clearly discovered,” he said dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were fighting the urge to smile.

You tried to stifle your laughter, covering your mouth with one hand as you leaned forward, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, Sev. I didn’t mean to sound so… rude. I’m just pleasantly surprised, that’s all.”

Snape’s expression remained impassive, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “Well, if you’re going to be so disrespectful about my cooking, perhaps I should refrain from ever doing it again,” he said, his tone smooth and measured, though laced with a subtle edge of sarcasm.

Your laughter died down, and you looked at him with wide, imploring eyes, your lips forming a small, playful pout. “Oh, please don’t do that! I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

He allowed the silence to stretch out, letting you squirm slightly under his gaze. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he set his spoon down and leaned back in his chair, his long, pale fingers steepled in front of him. “I suppose I can find it within myself to forgive you,” he said with mock gravity, his voice carrying that familiar, rich baritone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You grinned, relieved by the playful banter that had emerged between you two. “I promise to be more appreciative next time,” you said, your tone light and teasing.

Snape’s eyes softened slightly, and he allowed himself a small, genuine smile, though it was fleeting. “See that you do,” he replied, his voice carrying just a hint of warmth. He picked up his spoon once more, returning his attention to his soup, though you could tell he was still watching you from the corner of his eye.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, the earlier tension between you having dissipated entirely. There was something soothing about the simplicity of the moment—the two of you sharing a meal, the quiet intimacy of the evening wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

After a while, you looked up at him, a thought crossing your mind. “Severus,” you began, your voice soft and curious, “you never really talk about your past. You’ve told me bits and pieces, but… I don’t really know much about you.”

Snape’s hand paused mid-motion, his spoon hovering over the bowl. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, you saw a flash of something—uncertainty, perhaps?—in his gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual inscrutable expression.

“What exactly do you want to know?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral.

You hesitated, unsure of how to phrase your question without prying too much. “I know you were a professor—a chemistry professor, right? At a college in Scotland?”

He inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the version of his past that he had shared with you. “Yes,” he said, his voice measured. “I taught for many years.”

You smiled at him, trying to convey that you weren’t seeking to push him into sharing anything he wasn’t comfortable with. “It must have been… interesting, teaching. But I can’t imagine it was easy, especially with students who didn’t always appreciate your brilliance.”

Snape’s lips twitched at that, and he let out a soft, sardonic huff. “Indeed. Many of them were more interested in their own self-indulgent pursuits than in actually learning anything of value.”

You chuckled, imagining a classroom full of students cowering under Snape’s stern gaze, their attempts at chemistry likely met with his cutting remarks. “I’m sure you were a… challenging teacher,” you said, choosing your words carefully.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your tact. “I was effective,” he replied simply, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him with genuine curiosity. “Do you miss it? Teaching, I mean.”

For a moment, Snape was silent, his eyes distant as if he were considering your question—or perhaps reliving old memories. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more reflective. “There are aspects of it that I miss, yes. The pursuit of knowledge, the satisfaction of imparting it to those few who were truly eager to learn… But the rest… no, I do not miss that.”

You nodded, understanding that there was much more to his past than he was willing—or perhaps able—to share. You didn’t press further, content to let him reveal what he wished in his own time. Instead, you reached out and gently placed your hand over his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Sev,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his with sincerity.

Snape looked at you, his expression inscrutable, but you could sense the shift in his mood—the subtle softening of his usual defenses. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice low and almost reluctant, as if the words didn’t come easily to him.

You both returned to your meal, the earlier levity now replaced by a quiet, comfortable silence. As you finished your soup, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment—a feeling that, despite everything, you were exactly where you were meant to be, with the man who, against all odds, had become so important to you.

And as Snape watched you from across the table, his dark eyes lingering on your face, he too felt a stirring of something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years—something that, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t entirely hate.

Days later, you found yourself in a small, charming boutique nestled in the heart of town, dragging Severus Snape along with you. The place was a far cry from the dark, foreboding atmosphere of Spinner's End. It was bright, colorful, and filled with racks of clothing that seemed to almost offend Snape’s sensibilities. The air was thick with the scent of fresh fabric and a hint of perfume, and the light streaming through the windows made everything seem almost unnaturally cheerful.

Snape, however, was anything but cheerful.

He stood in the middle of the store, his tall, lean frame towering over the racks of clothing, his long black coat making him look like a shadow in a world of light. His greasy black hair hung over his pale, angular face, and his dark eyes were narrowed in a mixture of disdain and discomfort. He watched you with a glare that could have curdled milk, his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.

"You cannot be serious," he growled, his deep, monotone voice cutting through the lighthearted chatter of the boutique. "I have no interest in—"

"Oh, come on, Sev," you interrupted, undeterred by his intimidating presence as you held up a bright, turquoise shirt, eyeing it critically before pushing it against his chest. "You can't always wear black. It's time for a change, don't you think?"

Snape recoiled as if you had just handed him a particularly venomous potion. "Absolutely not," he snapped, pushing the shirt away from him as if it were toxic. "I am perfectly content with my current wardrobe, thank you very much."

You rolled your eyes, clearly unfazed by his resistance. "You can't hide in black forever, you know. It’s time to add a little color to your life, Severus."

He scowled, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of stubborn defiance. "I see no need for such frivolity. I am not one of your... fashion experiments."

You grinned at his surly tone, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you rifled through another rack of clothing. "Well, maybe you should be. I think you’d look quite dashing in something other than black for a change."

Snape’s eyes narrowed further as he watched you, clearly unimpressed with the direction this outing was taking. "This is absurd," he muttered, though there was a faint trace of resignation in his voice as he realized that there was no escaping your determination.

And then, as if to test his resolve further, you pulled out a bright pink shirt from the rack, holding it up for him to see. "What about this?" you asked, your voice filled with playful innocence. "I think pink would really bring out the color in your eyes."

Snape’s reaction was immediate and visceral. His dark eyes widened in horror, and for a moment, it looked as if he might actually hiss at the offending garment. "Absolutely not!" he thundered, taking a step back as if the shirt were about to attack him. "I will not—under any circumstances—wear pink! No! No! No way! I’d rather die before wearing that!"

You burst into laughter at his dramatic reaction, clutching the shirt to your chest as you tried to stifle your giggles. "Oh, Sev," you managed between laughs, "you’re being ridiculous. It’s just a shirt!"

"It’s not just a shirt," he retorted, his voice laced with indignation. "It’s a deliberate assault on my dignity. Pink, indeed!" He scoffed, his nose wrinkling in disdain. "Do I look like someone who would wear pink?"

You stepped closer to him, your laughter subsiding as you held the shirt up to his chest again, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of challenge and affection. "You might be surprised," you teased, your voice softening slightly as you gave him a knowing smile. "Besides, I think you’d look quite handsome in it. It’s just for fun, Sev. No one’s going to see you."

Snape stared down at you, his expression unreadable as he contemplated your words. There was a long moment of silence as the two of you stood there, the bright pink shirt still held between you, an unspoken battle of wills playing out in the air.

Finally, with a resigned sigh that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, Snape snatched the shirt from your hands, his dark eyes glaring at you with a mixture of frustration and reluctant acceptance. "Fine," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "But if I look ridiculous, I will hold you personally responsible."

You grinned, practically bouncing on your toes with excitement as you watched him disappear into the dressing room. "I’m sure you’ll look fantastic," you called after him, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

Several minutes passed, and you waited impatiently outside the dressing room, practically buzzing with anticipation. Finally, the door creaked open, and Snape stepped out, his tall, lean frame draped in the bright pink shirt you had chosen for him.

For a moment, you were stunned into silence. The shirt, against all odds, actually looked… good on him. The color, while a far cry from his usual black, brought out a warmth in his pale complexion that you hadn’t noticed before. The way the fabric clung to his lean form was surprisingly flattering, highlighting the sharp lines of his shoulders and chest.

But what really struck you was the expression on Snape’s face. He looked utterly resigned, as if he were bracing himself for some inevitable disaster, but there was also a glimmer of something else in his dark eyes—something that almost looked like amusement.

He stood there, his arms hanging stiffly at his sides, and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he clapped his hands together, his expression deadpan as he waited for your reaction. "Well?" he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Are you satisfied with your handiwork, or do I need to suffer through more of this torture?"

You couldn’t help it. You burst into laughter, the sound bright and joyful as you clapped your hands together in delight. "You look… amazing, Severus!" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you stepped closer to him, reaching out to smooth the fabric of the shirt against his chest. "I knew you’d look good in pink!"

Snape rolled his eyes, though there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips that betrayed his own amusement. "I look like an idiot," he muttered, though the words lacked any real heat. "This is precisely why I do not allow you to choose my clothing."

You grinned up at him, your hands resting on his chest as you met his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, I think you look quite handsome," you said, your voice filled with affection. "And besides, it’s good to have a little fun every now and then, don’t you think?"

Snape huffed, clearly unconvinced, but there was a softness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before—a subtle acknowledgment of the fact that, despite his grumbling, he didn’t entirely hate the experience.

"Fun," he repeated, his voice laced with irony as he gave you a pointed look. "Yes, well, I suppose if nothing else, I’ve provided you with some amusement."

You chuckled, your eyes twinkling as you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "You always do, Severus. You always do."

And as you both left the boutique, Snape still wearing the pink shirt with a mixture of resignation and reluctant acceptance, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The man who had once been shrouded in darkness, who had built walls around himself so high that no one could penetrate them, was slowly letting you in—one bright pink shirt at a time.

Later that day, after the unexpected and rather amusing shopping trip, you found yourself back at Snape’s home. The small, dimly lit rooms of Spinner’s End were a stark contrast to the bright, colorful boutique you had dragged him to earlier, but there was a certain comfort in the familiarity of the old, worn furniture and the quiet, almost melancholic atmosphere that seemed to permeate every corner of the house.

Snape, now mercifully back in his usual black attire, sat stiffly on a low stool in the bathroom, his long legs awkwardly folded in front of him, as you fussed over his hair. The small, narrow room was filled with the scent of shampoo and the faint sound of water dripping from the faucet, the only noises breaking the otherwise heavy silence.

You stood behind him, your fingers working through the tangled strands of his long, greasy black hair, your touch gentle but insistent. The hair-washing had been your idea, of course—a suggestion made with the kind of playful insistence that you knew Snape could never fully resist, no matter how much he pretended otherwise.

Snape, for his part, was doing his best to endure the ordeal with what little dignity he had left. His dark eyes were narrowed in a mixture of discomfort and irritation as he glared at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink, his lips pressed into a thin line of discontent. Every so often, he would let out a low grumble, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he shifted uncomfortably on the stool.

"Must you continue this charade?" he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he shot you a sideways glance in the mirror. "I’m quite capable of washing my own hair, you know."

You ignored his complaints, your fingers continuing to work through the soapy strands of his hair with determined care. "Oh, hush, Severus," you replied, your tone light and teasing as you gently massaged his scalp. "You’re just being grumpy because you know I’m right—this hair needs a good washing, and you weren’t about to do it yourself."

Snape let out an indignant huff, his fingers curling tightly around the edge of the sink as he tried to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. "I hardly think you’re qualified to make such judgments," he retorted, though the faint hint of amusement in his tone betrayed his true feelings. "And you’re taking entirely too much pleasure in this."

You chuckled softly, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you leaned down to press a quick, playful kiss to the top of his head. "Of course I am," you admitted, your voice filled with affection as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. "When else do I get the chance to pamper you like this?"

Snape rolled his eyes, though the gesture lacked any real heat. "Pamper," he repeated, his voice laced with irony as he met your gaze in the mirror. "If this is what you consider pampering, then I shudder to think what you would consider torture."

You grinned, your hands still working methodically through his hair, carefully untangling each knot with the patience of someone who had come to know him well enough to not be intimidated by his gruff demeanor. "Oh, Sev," you teased, your voice soft and affectionate, "I think you secretly enjoy this more than you let on. You just don’t want to admit it."

He scoffed, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he turned his head to glare at you, though there was no real malice in his gaze. "I assure you, I derive no enjoyment from being subjected to this… this—"

"Indulgence?" you supplied, your tone light and playful as you met his glare with a knowing smile.

"Humiliation," Snape corrected, his voice heavy with sarcasm as he turned his attention back to the mirror, his expression once again settling into its usual stoic mask. "But by all means, continue with your… indulgence."

You shook your head, your grin widening as you continued to work through his hair, the strands slowly becoming less tangled, less greasy under your careful ministrations. "You’re impossible," you muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words. "But that’s part of your charm, I suppose."

Snape’s only response was a low, noncommittal grunt, his fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of the sink as he tried to maintain his patience.

After a few more minutes of combing through his hair, you finally felt satisfied with your work. You reached for a clean towel, gently wrapping it around his head as you began to dry the now-clean strands with a firm but gentle touch. "There, all done," you said, your voice filled with a quiet satisfaction as you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

Snape, however, was less than impressed. He reached up, his long fingers brushing through his now-damp hair with a frown, as if expecting to find some glaring imperfection. "Are you quite finished?" he asked, his tone a mixture of irritation and resignation as he glanced at you in the mirror.

"Not quite," you replied, your eyes catching sight of a single strand of white hair near the crown of his head. Your expression shifted from playful to curious as you reached out to touch the strand, gently pulling it free from the rest of his hair.

"Sev," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement as you held up the white hair for him to see. "Look what I found."

Snape’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at the strand in your hand, his expression immediately hardening. "That is not mine," he stated flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It must have gotten mixed in with my hair somehow."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his stubborn denial, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you dangled the strand in front of him. "Oh, come on, Sev," you teased, your voice light and playful as you met his glare with a grin. "It’s just one white hair. It’s nothing to be ashamed of."

Snape’s lips pressed into a thin line, his dark eyes narrowing further as he snatched the strand from your hand, his expression one of absolute refusal. "It is not mine," he repeated, his voice filled with the kind of certainty that only Severus Snape could muster. "I do not have white hair."

You rolled your eyes, clearly amused by his adamant refusal to accept the truth. "You’re impossible," you muttered, shaking your head as you watched him carefully inspect the strand of hair, as if trying to find some evidence to support his claim.

"Impossible or not," Snape replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he tossed the strand of hair into the waste bin with a flick of his wrist, "I refuse to believe that I am… aging."

You chuckled softly, reaching out to gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against the sharp line of his jaw as you looked up at him with a mixture of affection and amusement. "Everyone ages, Sev," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth as you met his gaze. "Even you."

Snape’s expression softened slightly at your words, though he still seemed reluctant to accept the truth. "Perhaps," he muttered, his voice low and gruff as he glanced away, his dark eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had become so important to you, despite his stubbornness, despite his gruff exterior. "It’s nothing to worry about," you assured him, your voice soft and reassuring as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I think it just makes you more distinguished."

Snape let out a low, skeptical grunt, his lips curving into a faint, reluctant smile as he met your gaze once more. "Distinguished," he repeated, his tone filled with a mixture of irony and amusement. "Is that what you call it?"

You grinned, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you nodded. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with playful conviction. "And besides, it’s just one hair. You’ve got plenty of time before you have to worry about going gray."

Snape rolled his eyes, clearly unconvinced by your reassurances, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he allowed himself to relax into your touch, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you closer, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he looked down at you with a mixture of desire and frustration.

"You’re entirely too pleased with yourself," he murmured, his voice low and rough as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering on your skin.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his gaze, your heart quickening as you looked up at him, your breath catching in your throat. "And you’re entirely too grumpy," you retorted, though your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, the playful banter giving way to a sudden, undeniable tension that crackled in the air between you.

Snape’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, "you need to be reminded of why you shouldn’t push me too far."

Your breath hitched at the underlying threat in his tone, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through you as his fingers tightened around your wrist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady, insistent pressure of his arousal against your thigh, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to your core.

"Severus," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear as you looked up at him, your eyes wide and uncertain.

He met your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he sensed your hesitation, the dark intensity in his eyes giving way to a quiet, almost tender concern. "You’re still afraid," he murmured, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire as he brushed his lips against your temple, the gentle gesture at odds with the possessive grip he had on your wrist. "You don’t have to be, love."

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt the weight of his words, the quiet reassurance in his voice making your resolve waver. "I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt, of hesitation.

But there was none. Only the dark, smoldering intensity of a man who wanted you—body, heart, and soul.

"I want this," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke the words that had been on the tip of your tongue for so long, the words that you had been too afraid to say. "I want you, Sev."

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest at your admission, his dark eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as he leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a possessive urgency that made your knees weak.

You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his damp hair as you pressed yourself against him, the fear and hesitation that had held you back for so long melting away in the heat of his embrace. There was no room for doubt, no room for fear—only the overwhelming need to be with him, to feel him, to lose yourself in the pleasure that he offered.

Snape’s hands moved with a sure, practiced grace as he deftly unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers brushing against your skin as he pushed the fabric aside, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of your chest. He let out a low, appreciative groan as he took in the sight of you, his eyes darkening with desire as he reached up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the hollow of your throat, his hands moving to your waist as he slowly began to guide you toward the bed. "I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted you for so long."

You let out a soft moan at the feel of his lips against your skin, your heart pounding in your chest as you allowed him to lead you, your legs trembling with anticipation as you felt the edge of the bed against the back of your knees. "Sev," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty as you looked up at him, your eyes wide and vulnerable.

He met your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he sensed your lingering hesitation, his hands moving to cup your face as he leaned down to press a gentle, reassuring kiss to your lips. "You don’t have to be afraid," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks, his dark eyes filled with a quiet, tender concern. "I’ll be gentle, love. I promise."

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had been so patient, so understanding, even as his own desire threatened to consume him. "I trust you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you savored the warmth of his hands against your skin.

Snape let out a low, relieved sigh at your words, his lips curving into a small, tender smile as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, his hands moving to gently guide you onto the bed. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet, sincere gratitude as he leaned over you, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he slowly began to undress you, his fingers brushing against your skin with a reverent care that made your heart ache.

There was no rush, no urgency—only the slow, deliberate movements of a man who wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss. And as he finally stripped away the last of your clothing, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, you felt a sense of peace settle over you, the fear and uncertainty that had plagued you for so long fading into the background as you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

Snape took his time, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body with a slow, deliberate care that made your breath hitch in your throat, the pleasure building with every touch, every caress. He was patient, attentive, always watching, always listening for any sign of discomfort, of hesitation, ready to stop at a moment’s notice if you so much as whispered a word of doubt.

But you gave him none. Only soft, breathless moans and whispered pleas for more, your body arching into his touch as he slowly, gently, brought you to the edge of pleasure, only to pull back, teasing you with the promise of release before finally, mercifully, giving you what you craved.

When he finally entered you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust, his hands gripping your hips as he filled you completely, the sensation both overwhelming and exquisitely perfect. You let out a soft cry, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure that surged through you.

"Sev," you moaned, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and relief as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move, his thrusts slow and measured, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

He let out a low, guttural groan at the sound of his name on your lips, his hands tightening on your hips as he quickened his pace, the intensity of his movements matched only by the fierce, possessive hunger in his eyes as he looked down at you, his expression one of absolute, unbridled need.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his hips driving into you with a desperate urgency that made your breath hitch in your throat. "Mine, love. Always."

You could only moan in response, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words as you lost yourself in the sensation of him moving inside you, the steady, insistent rhythm of his thrusts sending you spiraling closer and closer to the edge of release.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he pushed you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you cried out in pleasure, your fingers digging into his back as you clung to him, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

Snape continued moving inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as the intensity of his own pleasure grew, his control slipping with each passing second. His dark eyes, usually so guarded and inscrutable, were now clouded with raw desire as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“Where do you want it?” he asked, his voice a strained whisper, rough with the effort to hold back. There was a note of desperation in his tone, a plea for your permission, your acceptance, as he teetered on the edge of release.

Your mind was a haze of pleasure, your body still trembling from the powerful orgasm he had just coaxed from you. His question hung in the air, charged with the weight of what it would mean—for him to finally claim you, to mark you as his.

“In me,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, but there was no mistaking the conviction in your words. “Cum inside me, Severus.”

A low, guttural curse escaped his lips, a rare crack in his usually controlled demeanor, as he buried himself to the hilt with a final, powerful thrust. The sensation of his thick length pulsing deep inside you sent a shudder through your body, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, holding him close as he found his release.

He came hard, his entire body tensing as he spilled himself inside you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he held you in place, ensuring that every last drop was buried deep within you. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, mingling with the soft, desperate moans that escaped his lips as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, the intensity of it nearly overwhelming him.

“Mine,” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice rough with satisfaction as he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. “You’re mine, love… all mine.”

You could only nod weakly, your body spent, your mind still reeling from the force of your own climax. The weight of his words, the possessiveness in his tone, sent a thrill through you, even as exhaustion began to creep in, your limbs heavy and languid as you lay beneath him.

Snape slowly pulled out of you, a low, satisfied groan rumbling in his chest as he watched the evidence of his claim slowly begin to seep from your body. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, the sight stirring something deep within him—something primal, possessive, and utterly inescapable.

But before you could fully process what was happening, Snape surprised you by shifting lower, his long, lean frame sliding down the bed until his face was level with your still-sensitive core. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized what he intended, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide to make room for himself.

“Sev—” you began, your voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and lingering sensitivity, but he silenced you with a look, his dark eyes glinting with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Be still,” he commanded softly, his voice a low, dangerous growl as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your inner thigh in a feather-light caress. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

You whimpered softly, your body trembling as he moved closer, his breath hot against your already oversensitive skin. You could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your most intimate areas, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure and discomfort through your body in equal measure.

“Severus, please,” you pleaded, your voice weak and breathy as you tried to squirm away, the overwhelming sensitivity making you want to pull back, to escape the onslaught of sensations that were too much, too intense.

But Snape would have none of it. His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you firmly in place as he buried his face between your legs, his lips and tongue seeking out the remnants of his own release mixed with your essence. The feel of his mouth on you, the deliberate, almost reverent way he cleaned you, was both too much and not enough, your mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

“Stay still,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a rough whisper as he continued his ministrations, his tongue lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers of pleasure racing up your spine. “Let me taste you… let me taste what’s mine.”

You gasped, your fingers curling into the sheets as you fought against the urge to pull away, the overwhelming sensitivity making every touch feel like both pleasure and torture. Your body jerked involuntarily, but Snape only tightened his grip, holding you steady as he continued to work his mouth against you, his dark eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction.

He loved this—loved the way you trembled beneath him, the way your body responded to his touch even when it was too much, too intense. He loved the way your breath hitched in your throat, the way your nails dug into the sheets as you fought to keep still, to endure the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with dark satisfaction as he continued to lap at you, his tongue flicking against your clit in a way that made you cry out, your body convulsing beneath him. “So perfect… so responsive… I could do this forever.”

You couldn’t respond, your mind too clouded with pleasure, your body too wracked with sensation to form coherent words. All you could do was cling to the sheets, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Snape continued to work his mouth against you, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of every last drop of your combined release.

“Sev, please… it’s too much,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and need as you tried to pull away, your body on the verge of another climax, the overstimulation sending jolts of pleasure and pain through you in equal measure.

But Snape didn’t let up. If anything, your pleas only seemed to spur him on, his mouth working you with renewed fervor, his hands tightening on your thighs as he held you in place, refusing to let you escape the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

“You can take it,” he growled against your skin, his voice filled with a dark, possessive hunger as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re mine, love… every part of you. I’ll make you cum again… I’ll make you remember who you belong to.”

His words were your undoing. With a final, desperate cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your second orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you breathless, trembling, and utterly spent. Snape held you through it, his mouth never leaving you, his tongue continuing to lap at you even as your body trembled with the aftershocks of your release.

When you finally came down from the high, your body limp and exhausted, Snape slowly pulled away, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched you, his lips curving into a small, dangerous smile.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a dark, possessive satisfaction as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your trembling thigh. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

You could only nod weakly, your mind clouded by exhaustion and the overwhelming pleasure that had just coursed through you. Every muscle in your body felt heavy, spent, and as you lay there, trying to catch your breath, the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your heart still pounding in your ears, as you waited for the inevitable.

You braced yourself for the cold distance that you had come to expect from your past—waiting for him to pull away, to turn his back on you, to push you away with a dismissive order, just like your ex-boyfriend used to do. The old fears began to creep back in, threatening to ruin the quiet afterglow that had settled over the room.

But Severus didn’t do that.

Instead, he surprised you. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed in beside you, and before you could even process what was happening, he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. His embrace was firm but comforting, his long, lean body molding perfectly to yours as he held you, his breath warm against your temple.

“Did you like it?” he asked quietly, his deep, monotone voice soft, almost hesitant, as if he were unsure of the answer. His hand came up to stroke your hair, his touch gentle and careful, as if he were afraid of overwhelming you further. You could feel his lips brush against your forehead in a tender kiss, a gesture that was so unexpected, so out of character, that it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the voice to tell him how much his gentleness meant to you, how much his care and concern had touched you. Instead, all you could do was lay there in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

When you didn’t respond immediately, Severus tensed slightly, his grip on you loosening as if he feared he had done something wrong. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet regret. “If I was too much… if I pressured you… that was never my intention.”

The sincerity in his words, the genuine worry that laced his tone, sent a wave of emotion crashing over you. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you had to blink rapidly to keep them from falling. The care he was showing you, the way he was so attuned to your feelings, was something you weren’t used to. Your ex-boyfriend had never asked if you were okay, never checked if you were comfortable or happy. But here was Severus, a man who had every reason to be distant and cold, holding you with such tenderness, such concern, that it made your heart ache.

You turned your head slightly, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. His dark gaze met yours, and you could see the worry etched into his sharp features, the way his brow furrowed as he waited for your response. He was genuinely concerned for you, genuinely worried that he had done something to hurt you, and the realization was almost too much to bear.

“I…” you began, your voice trembling as you tried to find the right words, but all you could manage was a soft, choked sob as the tears finally spilled over, trailing down your cheeks. “Severus, I… I’ve never…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t find a way to explain the depth of what you were feeling. But Severus seemed to understand. His expression softened, and he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb, his touch so gentle, so reverent, that it only made you cry harder.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. “It’s all right, love. You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here… and I’m not going anywhere.”

The reassurance in his words, the quiet promise that he would stay, that he wouldn’t push you away, was more than you could have ever hoped for. You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt as you clung to him, your arms wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to hold onto this moment, to hold onto the safety and comfort he was offering you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest as you tried to control the sobs that threatened to overwhelm you. “I’m sorry for crying… I just… I’m not used to this. To someone caring.”

Severus tightened his hold on you, his hand moving to the back of your head, cradling you against him as he whispered, “You never have to apologize for your feelings, not with me. And you deserve to be cared for, love. You deserve to be treated with kindness… with respect.”

The words sent another wave of emotion crashing over you, and you couldn’t hold back the sobs that shook your body, the raw, unfiltered emotion spilling out of you as you finally allowed yourself to feel the depth of what you had been holding back for so long. Severus held you through it all, his arms wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your hair as he murmured soft words of comfort, his deep voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

When the sobs finally subsided, leaving you exhausted and drained, you pulled back slightly, looking up at Severus through tear-streaked eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying. “Thank you for… for being so kind. For caring.”

Severus gazed down at you, his dark eyes filled with a warmth that took your breath away. “I care about you more than you know,” he said softly, his voice rough with emotion as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “And I will always care. You’re safe with me… always.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how much his reassurance meant to you, how much his presence in your life had changed everything. Instead, you simply leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, pouring all of your gratitude, all of your affection, into that one, simple gesture.

Severus returned the kiss with a tenderness that made your heart swell, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate care that made you feel cherished, adored.

When the kiss finally ended, Severus rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he whispered, “You’re incredible, love. So strong… so beautiful. And I’m honored that you’ve allowed me to be a part of your life.”

The sincerity in his voice, the way he spoke those words as if he truly believed them, made your chest tighten with emotion. No one had ever spoken to you like this before, had ever made you feel so valued, so loved.

“Severus,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. “I… I love you.”

For a moment, Severus didn’t respond. His dark eyes searched yours, as if trying to discern the truth in your words, and when he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a quiet, almost reverent awe. “You love me?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you repeated the words, letting them hang in the air between you. “I love you, Severus. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Severus closed his eyes, a soft, shaky breath escaping his lips as he let the words sink in. When he opened his eyes again, there was a vulnerability in his gaze that took your breath away, a raw, unguarded emotion that he had never allowed you to see before.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet, almost desperate sincerity. “More than I ever thought possible.”

The words were like a balm to your soul, soothing the wounds left by your past, filling the empty spaces in your heart with a warmth that you had never known before. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you buried your face in his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your ear.

And as Severus held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a protective, comforting embrace, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. In his arms, in his heart, in his life. And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly, deeply loved.

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- By Your Side (Still Writing, One Shot, Request, Free!FreddiexWife!Reader) 🤍🔥(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

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Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy

- Your All I See (Very short one shot, CillianxPhotographer!Reader) 🤍

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Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

- I'll fold like a Makahiya leaf (One Shot, ThomasxCulinary!Reader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏 )🔥

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- Small Heaths Songbird (Part One) - Small Heaths Songbird: Christmas Eve Special (Still writing, One Shot, Single!ThomasxOC!Reader) 🤍💀(🔥🧎‍♂️🤏)

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Jonathan Crane (Batman: Dark Knight)

- Awoop jumpscare XD (Referring to the gif)

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- It's Cuffing Season (Complete, One shot, Request, JonathanxBarista!Reader) 🔥🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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David Tennant

David Tennant

- Still Thinking :3

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Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

- Let's dance angel (Still Writing, One shot, CrowleyxReincarnatedAzi!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️(🔥🤏)

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The 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

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Cassanova (Cassanova)

- I can fix him (Still writing, One shot, CassanovaxUnclassified!Reader) 🤷‍♂️ I'm still thinking about this one

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Tony Baddingham (Rivals)

- Party's Over! (Still planning, One Shot, TonyxLadyBaddingham!Reader) Myehehehe

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- Fly High Professor McGonagall 🕊️ (In honor of Maggie Smith)

[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

[lady-severus-snape]

Oh, hands down, Severus's head game would be a mastery level. It does something to his pride and ego to see his woman a sobbing mess because of HIM, the man everyone abused and pushed to the side. Sure, the first few times, he would fumble and be awkward, but shhhiiiiii after he learns how to eat properly? Ooooh-weeeeee chile! My mans love to eat! He would make it his job. He would eat like he could live off of being his head smooshed. He would be just as happy having his face sat on as he would be brewing potions. If he dies from eating, it was a meal well done. Do you hear me?!

who eats pussy better Snape or Potter?

Potter doesn’t go down because he doesn’t know how and because he’s one of those guys who are only focused on their own dick. He’s way too cishet-macho to do that kind of thing. Honestly, the most sexually basic dude you can possibly imagine.

[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

[lady-severus-snape]

What if Severus was an animagus.....and his form was a penguin! I would die!!!!

Watching his little body waddle and he brings back pretty rocks and little fish.....my heart.

Implosion of love and affection is guaranteed.

[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]

Don't even get me started!!! Good grief the first time my Half-Blood Prince was shipped with someone I UGLY CRIED OKAY?!

do you ever fall for a fictional character so hard that when they are shipped with another character you wanna kill yourself

[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)

[madamestephanie]

Thank you for the tag, @smilingformoney! 💕

I'll bend the rules a bit and share 2-3 lines from a few

wips.

"Why don't you take off your mask?" asks the potions teacher sitting in the comfy armchair with his whiskey, the music and delighted noises seeping in from the main area. This secluded room was different by all means. He had to start stripping off her layers somehow.

"Take my mask off? Professor, requests like this have a hefty price, you know. What are you willing to offer me?" the blonde responds, taking a sip from her own drink with a smirk. [The Merchant of Dreams]

Next is from a young!SeverusXreader I've been working on

"Severus, I'm terribly sorry to burst your bubble, but you must face it already. Lily turned her back on you completely. She doesn't care anymore. It hurts, I know. And it will comtinue to hurt, but wallowing in your pain will get you absolutely nowhere." I pause for a moment when I see the curled-up teen having no reactions at all. I decide to soften my voice."Sev, how long have we known each other?"

"Twelve years, I believe." he grumbles from under the blanket.

"And did I ever lie or had bad intentions towards you in these twelve years?"

Another pause. "No."

"Then I think it's time to take a nice walk near the lake. Take your time to get up, I'll wait for you in the common room." [Always been Yours]

Gently tagging @snapeysister @mamawolfsmith87 @movievillainess721 @ravenshavenn

WIP 7 lines game

Rule: Share 7 or more lines of a WIP you've been working on.

@danpuff-ao3 thanks for the tag. Oh my. Does it count if it's not a WIP anymore, but finished?

Apart from the worldbuilding, I find myself really liking the snark in my most recent reveal, Repertum (Harry and Severus here):

"And it seems you have finally learnt some Occlumency," Snape continued, slowly dropping his hands, smirking at Harry. "How many jars of cockroaches did it take to knock that into your head?" Yes. That was Snape, alright, down to the biting humour, the hooked nose, the straight, greasy - feathery! – hair and the imposing stance in his heavy black robes. The collar was lowered, though, revealing slightly raised, keloid bite marks on the right side of his neck. And - the expression on the man's face was less malicious, as Harry had known, than triumphant - and was that - was that a hint of pride in these glittering black eyes? Well. Snape did ask. "None, considering that you managed to miss me even from that short distance," Harry snarked back. "A Healer without mental defences can't truly be trusted with confidential patient information, can they?"

Tagging, with no pressure, @renee561, @echoofawind @sniperjade @bluesundaycake @ttime42 @bintemuhammad <3

[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.