#snape comfort

[eternallyseverus]

Night Terrors - Severus Snape x y/n

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Summary: It's 4 am and you woke up once again covered in cold sweat. Tired of having these night terrors you seek for the comfort of Severus Snape.

A/N: I am not a native English speaker so I am sorry for any spelling mistake and if my first smut scene is too bad :D. I tried my best!

Triggers/Warnings: I think there is none other than any bad word around here and there and mentions of Night Terrors, y/n is a she. Please let me know if I missed something important. Also y/n is +18 (you can choose the age you want to, it's just she is not underage).

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It was 4 am and you woke up again covered in cold sweat. Great. Night terrors were making your life miserable and you  couldn’t understand why you were experiencing all of this.

To be honest, you kind of had an idea of why. You were drowned by deadlines and exams that were hard to meet and on top of that your parents wouldn’t stop sending you OWLs about pushing you to leave your studies in Hogwarts in order to work and help them with the family debt.

You thought about it and you almost dropped your studies but you only had 1 year left before finishing Hogwarts and you wouldn’t dare to stop having the only pleasure that was free in  your life: seeing Severus Snape.

Covered in cold sweat you took your jersey and went outside, sneaking out of your chambers and heading straight to the dungeons to enter his office. Of course he would be there, you knew.

He usually would tell you in those small moments of bonding where you assisted him after class that he also had issues when it comes to having a pleasant night of sleep.

Knocking twice on the door you didn’t wait for him to answer. 

The office was silent, only the small sound of his quill that suddenly stopped writing to meet his cold face, not surprised to see you there at 4 in the morning.

Closing the door slowly you stood in front of him.

Severus slowly left his quill on the right side of the parchment and massaging his temples he began to speak:

“What is this? More whining about the class schedule? Or is this time about the quality of the school’s potion ingredients? Or are we going to be treated to your latest theory on why Harry Potter gets special treatment from the staff?”

Your head shook letting him know that nothing like this was the reason why you were standing in front of him, wearing your cotton pajamas, accentuating every inch of your feminine figure.

Plopping on one chair besides him you sighed audibly. 

“I have night terrors and I just can't sleep”

“And you've decided I would be the best person to help you with this?” He replied in a scornful tone and he resumed grading the papers, unable to look at her eyes.

You were already too annoyed at this precise moment and you knew that visiting him wasn’t the best decision but you couldn’t bear another lecture at this hour.

“Yeah, I have decided that since I felt safe when you are around you are the best person for me to go at 4am because of my night terrors”

Severus' brows pulled together in a clear sign of annoyance being forced to leave his tasks of grading papers, for the second time, in less than 5 minutes.

He folded his arms and looked at you.

“And the nightmares you are suffering from? Tell me about them.”

You knew that this wasn’t him being really interested in what you had to say but mostly to find a reason to manipulate you into thinking that coming to him was another of your foolish ideas and that you should be going out if you didn’t want more points taken from your house.

Still you told him the truth of why you were having them at which he replied first with a laugh full of mockery.

“I could give you nightmares, you pathetic girl”. He laughs to himself. “You live a charmed life, and you have the nerve to complain about being afraid? There are plenty of people who have good reason to be afraid, young lady. You, on the other hand, cannot imagine how it feels to be at the mercy of powers against which we are helpless!”

Snape took a few seconds to reply again, raising his voice. 

“You think that is a nightmare?”

It was obvious that Severus Snape himself wouldn’t be holding your hands and saying how sorry he was for seeing you like this, of course not, but after all you at least had the small hope of him having some sort of… pity. Some soft of mercy or true for you.

But you felt miserable. Of course you did. You knew him and usually you would beg for this type of interaction if it meant to be noticed by him. But today you didn’t want this.

Slowly standing up from your seat Severus seems to take into account how his words especially affected you tonight. 

“No, girl, sit down”. He said simply, but you stood there, quiet, looking at him.

Seeing that you were looking at him with a puzzled look Severus spoke again.

“That is why you have come to me? For comfort?” He seems genuinely puzzled as well. “You think that I could possibly be a comforting person?”

You nodded slowly, still there, as if she was challenging him but the truth is that she was sensing that Severus was trying to say something more and she wanted to test her luck tonight.

“You are clearly mistaken”. He continued.  “How do you imagine that I of all people would be remotely capable of giving you comfort?” The same sneering, contemptuous tone of earlier, and then, as if he has just thought of something important, he says, even more witheringly. “And, even if I were inclined to be comforting, what makes you think you of all people would be deserving of my comfort?”

Hands balled into fists made you suppress your anger at his words. And it worked since it gave you the energy to reply to him back.

“I don't deserve your comfort, I completely know about it. I just... I just wanted to stay here. I can be silent if you... want to”.

Snape sighs.

“Stay then, if staying makes you any less pathetic”.

Pathetic. He said. Maybe I was after all. Still here even if he wanted to push me away. 

He was insulting me and still, still after all of this it was my body who moved alone, silently, going towards him. 

You don’t really know what happened. If it was the way he saw your face contorted with pain at his words, the fact that you had the courage to still fight him despite his coldness but something in Severus broke inside of him at that precise moment.

He looked at you and without showing any emotion he spoke.

“I do care for you, you know.”

Your eyes snapped quickly at him, staying silently for a few minutes. Unable to move, even unable to breath in case that you broke the spell. In case that the sound of your existence bothered him and changed his words.

But your mouth had other plans and decided to speak.

“You do?”

“Yes” he simply stated.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his simple answer but you  needed to know more.

“And what exactly do you care about me?” 

“Because, unlike many people I know, you have done very little to deserve my dislike. And there are certain qualities in you that I admire”. 

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, and sounds as if it is choking on those last words.

“The amount of courage you possess is truly remarkable”.

That made you chuckle softly at his words, a lot of butterflies starting to fly on your stomach.

“Well, you inspire me to be like that so, all the credit goes to you, sir” 

Severus gives that a short, dry, humorless laugh that could almost pass as a cough.

“Very flattering, I must admit”.

 There is a very short pause as Snape considers what he has just said before he continues in practically a whisper.

“I suppose you could say that I... feel a responsibility towards you... to keep you safe as best I can”.

You were having luck tonight, and you should have stood where you are but why not? Why not test the waters? Why not push the buttons? Why not?

“So if you want to keep me safe as best as you can... does this finally include that you will help me with the night terrors i just had?”

The contemptuous sneer is back. His voice is back to cold and harsh.

“Do you really expect me to comfort you, as though you are an infant, for night terrors?”

He laughs again and speaks even more contemptuously, mocking her. 

“If you ask so nicely, I suppose I can let you cry on my shoulder”.

At this moment you  continued walking towards him standing by his side. Him sitting on his chair behind his desk.

“If I ask nicely…” you  whispered. “Will you allow me to sit on your lap and find comfort on your hands?” and after finishing this sentence your  right hand was laying on his shoulder.

He was shocked at your words.

 He doesn't say anything, but he looks at you as if you  had suggested something that was completely outrageous and unthinkable, and as if he is wondering whether you  were being serious or making fun of him. But then... All of a sudden... the shock turns into a hint of almost imperceptible color on his face, and, as a hint of amusement enters his voice, he lets out a single "hmph", without any further words needed to explain the meaning behind it.

And also nothing else came from you as well. A slow nod that ended in your body moving slowly to sit on his lap.

It’s strange at first, the feeling of his fabric on your skin, the stiffness on his body and on yours but you try to adjust your body. 

But it feels so good. How your back is laying on his chest and your head on the crook of his neck. Silently taking into his smell. Fresh herbs. Sandalwood. It suits him.

And he felt at first that he wanted to push y/n. But then, slowly,  almost unwillingly, he moves his hand to rest on the back of her head, his thumb caressing her temple ever so softly as she starts to lean on his chest.

It was an intimate moment. A life changing one. In a couple of minutes the dynamics between the two of you had changed and the desire and prayers of you trying to get into your professor's life came true. The room was silent and only the breath of the two of you could be heard.

Severus was the first one to break the silence with a perceptible soft tone whispering in your ear. 

“Maybe you were not so pathetic after all”.

Another chuckle escaped from your lips and your hand started to toy with his fingers, feeling the rough hands of your Professor. Hands that have gone through so much. So much pain, so much hardness and difficulties.

“I am not, I am glad that you are starting to see it even if you can be this cruel with your words”

He makes a dry, humourless laugh and says in a contemptuous tone.

“That is my way of being caring, I'm afraid”.

He smiles then, a small, barely noticeable smile, as if at the memory of a secret joke, and continues in a voice so low he almost isn't even sure if he said anything.

“You have never heard me being outright insulting, have you?” 

The contemptuous sneer suddenly returns.

“Because I can be much, much crueler”.

Oh god, If he just  could say those words in another context. In his bed. Perhaps. You thought for a second, wild thoughts trying to control your  body and your mind but you quickly stopped them.

Instead, you just shook your head.

“You are right. Well, then I must be a bit special after all”.

His voice is low, but he lets out something that almost, just about, could maybe pass for a laugh. 

“Just a bit?”

A small smile appears on his mouth.

 “Not everyone can say they were only called pathetic by Severus Snape at four o'clock in the morning”.

That made you absolutely laugh. And it was unexpected. Your chest didn’t weigh as much as it did when you arrived at his office and his frown ceased and it was replaced by a faint smile.

“That 's true. And not everyone can say that they have sat on Snape's lap at 4 in the morning”

He curled an eyebrow as a quick response.

“Is that supposed to be some special honour? My lap?”

“Yeah, it is. Would you allow this to anyone?”

His sneer appears to be mixed with amusement and he lets out that single dry, humourless laugh again. It almost seems as though he finds this amusing - but he will certainly never admit it.

“No, I wouldn't. It is special just for you”.

Your hand stopped playing with his fingers and instead you held it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I wish I could be special in every single way” you whispered to him looking anywhere but his face which started to blush madly.

But he stared at you with burning eyes. And you started to feel it.

“Do you wish I could show you?” you didn’t hear anything but you would bet that he was smirking.

Your hand dropped his and this time you met his eyes, your left arm slowly rising to cup with your hand his cheek.

“Yeah, show me”

He doesn't resist when you caress his cheek. 

He is so close to you  that their faces are only inches away. 

His eyes slowly moved down to your lips. A tiny ghost of a smile curves his lips as his eyes look into yours.

 And all of a sudden, he starts to move, slowly, almost as if he is hesitating.

 His face is coming even closer to yours.

 Your faces are almost touching.

And as if all of this were happening in slow motion…

Severus just kisses you.

And the kiss is reciprocated. Slow. Timid at first but revealing a content sigh from both parts as if the two of you were wanting this for so long.

The night ended slowly and the sun slowly was rising, kisses exchanged with soft touches and small moans of satisfaction. Your lips getting to know each other with soft dances of your tongues.

He certainly gave you the comfort you were wishing for.

[knight-already]

I think what I love the most about Severus snape is that he had a hard life.

and he is jaded, he’s sarcastic, he doesn't trust easy, he was used and groomed as a child, he never felt safe where he was meant too. But that fucker 

That all black wearing, robe swishing son of a gun. 

That Fucker. He did his best for a world that just left him behind.

and I like to think that those of us who was the last man standing after the world fucked us over however and many times. 

I like to think maybe we and Severus could just finally get the fairy tale ending that comes after all that suffering.  

and you know what that happy ending is?

Just him living. happily without a cross on his back. 

with a family, who love him. who see his value. 

who want him to do nothing but just be. 

it wont hurt if he was filthy stinking rich, sitting pretty, doing whatever the fuck he wanted.

isn't that the dream? 

[kywaslost]

I have another idea!

Snape x student!reader in which the reader gets a arm broken during a quidditch match and gets helps from the professor?

Broken Bones - Severus Snape

A/N: Hey! Thanks for waiting so long for this request! Hope it turned out alright <3

It was such a tight match. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, 60-63, respectively. Harry, your best friend, was an amazing chaser, you have to admit. But you were, too. Hogwarts knew it would be a good game every time the two of you were against each other. The match had been going on for a few hours now, and everyone was growing tired. This was the longest match in a while and some of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had made their way back inside the castle at this point.

You were several thousand feet in the air, scanning over the field for the small golden snitch. Harry was closer to the ground, scanning the area around him. And then he took off, fast as he could towards the south side of the court. You didn’t hesitate to go after him. The closer you got, the clearer you could see the small golden object. It was almost as if it was taunting you, flying just out of reach of you and Harry. It was leading you over to the tower where Hogwarts’ staff was seated.

What you couldn’t see, however, was the bludger that had been hit towards you. It was too fast for you to dodge at the last second, and it knocked you forward and off of your broom. You were sent flying forward, crashing into rows of empty seats where the teachers were supposed to be but had jumped out of your way. You landed with a gruesome crack as you landed shoulder first and rolled until your back collided with a row of seats.

You choked on a cry of pain as your hand loosened its grip, revealing the snitch clutched in your hand.

“Y/N has the snitch!” you heard over the intercom. “Slytherin wins!” Cheers erupted from your house at the news, causing your ears to ring. You’d be happy, except you were in extreme pain and it dominated all of your other senses and emotions.

You felt a hand on your back, and someone gently pulled the snitch from your hand. “Where does it hurt?” Their hand brushed against your injured arm and you screamed. “Alright, you’re alright.” You opened your eyes to see your Head of House sitting behind you. His black eyes weren’t soft, to say, but they weren’t hard, either. You could tell he was trying to be comforting.

Snape snaked an arm under your knees and picked you up gently. The movement caused you to cry out in pain, and then whimper a soft, “I can walk.”

Snape glared down at you for a moment, but it wasn’t harsh. It was almost teasing. “Not with the chance you may have injured your back. I will take you to the infirmary.”

Professor Snape made sure you made it back to your dorm room safely before leaving you be. He may not seem caring and comforting, but if you were being honest, he was the reason you weren’t caught in a panic attack when you were being treated, or even making your way to see Madam Pomfrey. Your professor’s calm demeanor kept you calm as well, and you made a note to thank him once you were feeling better.

[mrs-snape5984]

There, there…

“You let me fall apart without letting go.

Then you pick up the pieces and you make me whole.”

In one of my darker nights (and there are a lot actually), I listened to “Break in” by Halestorm…crying in my misery, in which I’m feeling captured, since I’m struggling with severe ME/CFS.

I thought about the many stories, I’ve written for Severus and the other drawings, I’ve commissioned from wonderful artists, where I was defending and protecting him. But now, that I’m feeling helpless, hopeless and afraid, I needed some comfort from him.

The artwork of the incredibly talented artist @madfantasy have always cast a spell over me and I was searching for the perfect idea for a meaningful commission. The way @madfantasy can transfer emotions into art is just amazing, so I shared my thoughts and emotions…and Mani created this touching illustration for me! I’m glad, that I overcame my own shyness and requested this commission. Thank you so much for this beautiful piece of art, Mani! You brought some light into my darkness today. I’m looking at it, listening to the song and let Severus pick up the pieces to make me whole again.

🖤 Severus and Julia 🖤

[394halfbloodprince]

Severus: I just want you to know that I’ll be mean to potter if you want me to be

Lily: oh, no no, it’s fine Sev

Severus: it’s really no problem I was already planning on being mean to him

Lily: that’s okay I don’t want you to do that

Severus: (-_-)

[dranna]

yEEEEHawwwww

Lucius! Wanna get a ride you fellow my lad? he dressed up for Halloween, don’t spoilt his joy! >:(

experimenting wit colours and shapes, what you guys think ? 🤔

commissions open | Kofi | Links ~ original sketch is on my Kofi ~

[cute-lil-girl]

I am depressed...

I was rereading Harry Potter and the deathly hallows, And I read the part where Severus died I am crying, I love that man he suffered a lot and deserves love, But did he get love at last? No. And I will always have him in my heart as long as I die...

ALWAYS.

HIS PERSONALITY....

[burynr08]

Blood Ties and Betrayal: Book Four - Chapter 9

The Fourth Dragon

Severus Snape x OC

Also available on ff.net, Wattpad, Quotev, and Webnovel

[snucius]

THEY MADE HIM SO SOFT 😫.

[eternallyseverus]

Severus Snape x y/n - A rainy day

Read on AO3 here | Words 623 Summary: An imagine of how I imagine Severus in an established relationship, his s/o (it’s a she and +18) always doing silly things because she wants him to take care of her. This time it will be y/n getting wet because it’s raining outside.

A/N: This is an imagine of how I would see Severus in certain situations while in an established relationship.

I will post more stuff that I am preparing, others darker than this. And please remember I am not a native english speaker!

Triggers / Warnings: I don’t see anything that should be mentioned, if you think, please let me know.  ----------------------------------------------------

Peeking through the window of the house in Spinner’s End Severus sees y/n walking extremely slowly. Well, it’s not like she has always been fast when it comes to walking, she is always huffing and complaining at the long legs his boyfriend Severus has but this time is different.

“Why is this silly girl going so slow under the rain?” he whispered, taking into the form of your clothes getting more wet with each passing second. 

He gently massaged his temples but a small and faint smile appeared on his lips because he knew what would come first: your pouty lips ordering him to take care of you or otherwise you would get sick.

And she knew that Severus would do it over and over again.

You, on the other hand, were enjoying how the rain was pouring over you. So fresh, so different, it was a moment you took to sort your thoughts while coming back home but you took your sweet time knowing that Severus would scold you for a few minutes and then he would concede to your requests of taking care of you. Before you could raise your hand to knock on the door it opened slowly, revealing the form of your boyfriend wearing a serious expression on his face.

You quickly got on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips but he grabbed both of your wrist to stop you from doing that.

“You silly girl” he said looking at you raising his eyebrow “What do you think you are doing? Come inside now” He pushed you inside and closed the door leaving you all wet in the middle of the living room.

“How many times have I told you to stop behaving like a child and act like a woman of your age?” There he goes, lecturing you once again about your behavior but you knew that he didn’t really mean that. The reason? He was almost, almost smirking. You knew him too well. If he was serious he would be crossing his arms and looking at you without even flinching but he wasn’t.

That’s why you took the opportunity to try to run to his arms to make his clothes wet as well.

“Don’t you dare or you will sleep on the sofa” He walked backwards raising his fingers towards you trying to look scary.

“It will be you who will be sleeping on the sofa if you don’t help me with these wet clothes. I need to get some dry ones and perhaps… a bath?”

And there it was, your pouty lips looking at him knowing he wouldn’t  say no.

And of course, Severus sighed, feeling defeated, unable to fight your charms. 

“Wait here.” he simply said and he went upstairs.

After a few minutes he carried you to the bathroom in a bridal style, slowly taking off your wet clothes and tossing them on the floor.

He prepared a warm bath for you, full of bubbles and a hint of lavender, exactly as you liked it. You giggled knowing you won this time and he just shook his head, still silent but a smile plastered on his face as he finished undressing you.

You got into the bath closing your eyes at the feeling of the warm water soothing your skin and the feeling of Severus hands combing your hair.

After a few minutes basking into each other's presence and the silence he placed a kiss on the top of your head, whispering softly.

“You will be the death of me, but please, don’t be so foolish to put on risk your health” You nodded slowly, feeling sleepy and promising him that it will be fine as far as he is there to take care of you.

[iiyoshi]

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Snape is emo

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I'm obsessed with you

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[snapelynn]

Severus Snape and the Profound Slaughter

💚2.26.24💛

Chapter 13: A Ghost of a Girl

She's dead, and you killed her.

It sounded worse than it was, it had to.

It was his haphazard wand work that had emitted such a terrible noise; somewhere between an inhuman growl and the earth being split in two. His vision had gone spotty and white, and Severus realized just how hard he was squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't bear to look upon what he had done, apparently.

Useless coward

*Read the full chapter on Ao3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/27806215/chapters/136300525

FULL GIF W/ SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

[kywaslost]

It Takes a Moment - Severus Snape

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I made this into a hc. I’m still getting back into the feel of writing for Harry Potter and I don’t want to mess it up. <3

🐍Snape was never one to put up with his students’ drama and issues

🐍Of course, if something was seriously wrong with someone then he’d handle it

🐍But you were a sixth year and he figured that kids at your age were old enough to solve their own problems

🐍And he thought they’d stop bullying each other at this age

🐍Snape had heard rumors that you were being picked on but he thought it wasn’t his job to handle it

🐍As time passed, Snape began to notice how the other kids treated you

🐍You were called names, made fun of because of your best friend Harry, and students constantly added ingredients to your potions when you weren’t looking

🐍What surprised Snape, however, is how you didn’t let them get to you

🐍When your potion was tampered with, you fixed it by adding in counter-ingredients to cancel out the effects of the other unwanted ingredients

🐍Your knowledge of potions impressed Snape, and that’s why he didn’t do anything to stop the students

🐍Until he saw one of his teaching aids picking on you

🐍He caught them marking down your grades when he tasked them with grading essays and tests

🐍Mean notes were left on your papers and Snape had finally had enough

🐍It was one thing if students were messing with you, but a teacher? And adults? No.

🐍He begins grading only your assignments, praising your work as he passes back grades assignments

🐍And when students try and mess with your potion, Snape sneaks his own ingredients into their potions

🐍And you could have sworn he winked at you when you caught him

[smilingformoney]

The Nightmare

Snape x OC | Angst/Comfort

Severus wakes from a terrible dream.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut:

Severus woke in a panic, sweat dripping from his brow as he cried out for his wife. He reached out across the bed for her but - she was gone.

He bolted upright, looking around desperately. It couldn’t have been real, could it? Had she truly been taken?

“Sephy!” he called out. “Sephy, where are you? Sephy…”

He brought his knees to his chest, his breathing quick and shallow. She was gone, he had taken her, and their babies too…

Severus almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the mattress move as someone weighed it down. He looked up, and sobbed with relief when he saw Persephone sitting on the side of the bed, concern etched into her beautiful face.

“Oh, Sephy, there you are!” Severus gasped in relief as he threw his arms around her and pulled her body against his. “I thought - are you alright?” His hand flew to her stomach. “Are they okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Sev,” Persephone said softly, albeit with some confusion. “Just a bit of morning sickness, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong.”

Severus buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her lavender scent and listening to the throb of her pulse reminding him she was alive.

Persephone cradled him in her arms, holding him protectively. “Did you have a bad dream?” she asked.

Severus nodded, not looking up.

“Oh, Sev, come here. Lie down with me.”

Persephone climbed into her side of the bed and allowed Severus to cling to her, his head resting on her breast, one hand carefully cradling her stomach.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” she asked as she gently stroked his hair.

“It was so vivid,” Severus said hoarsely. “So real… he was back. He took you. I tried to find you but I was too late. He… he killed them. Our babies, he killed them.” He sobbed against her chest, tears staining her nightgown. “Then he… he killed you. I screamed and - and then I woke up, and you weren’t here. I was so frightened, Sephy. What if he does come back? What if there was something we don’t know about -“

“Shh, shh, don’t talk like that,” Persephone said soothingly. She gently took his left arm, the one that was laying over her belly protectively, and carefully turned it over to show him the bare skin. “See? Gone. It died with him.” She took his hand and softly laid it on her skin near where she had felt Ariadne squirming against her organs some minutes earlier. “We are alive, and our love is so strong that we made two of them. Can you feel them?”

Severus closed his eyes and focused. Underneath his hand, ever so gently, he could feel something moving. Then, to his surprise, he felt a kick, right on his hand.

“Does she know I’m here?” he gasped.

Persephone giggled as Ariadne kicked again. “She’s excited to meet her daddy.”

Severus moved down the bed to gently kiss her belly. “Hello, my darlings,” he whispered against her skin. Persephone felt Ariadne stop moving, as if she was listening to his voice.

“Oh, I think we found the secret to calming them down,” Persephone chuckled. “Say something else.”

Severus smirked, pressed his lips against her skin, and murmured, “I love you so much, my precious babies. I am counting down the days until we meet. I know that you are both going to be so brilliant, so brave, just like your mother and your sister. I will spend every day of my life working to give you everything you need. I love you both so, so much.”

“They like that,” Persephone smiled. “They like your voice. They’re calming down already.”

“Then I shall speak to them every day,” Severus promised. “And they will know they are loved from the moment they are born.”

He placed another gentle, loving kiss to her belly, then glanced up when he heard a sniff.

“Are you alright, my love?” Severus asked with concern as he realised she was crying. He moved back up the bed again to kiss away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

“Happy tears,” Persephone promised. “I’m just… overwhelmed by how much love you have for us. And how much love I have for you.”

“I never thought I could love a single person until I fell in love with you,” Severus said. “And now I love four. Four beautiful, perfect, incredible girls.”

“I bet they’re going to look like you, like Abbie does.”

“Certainly not. I must have given Abbie all my genes, I have none left to give. They’re going to be the spitting image of you, I’m sure of it. Will they be identical, do you think?”

“I’m not sure,” Persephone mused. “What if we end up with one of each? One you and one me.”

“There’s already a second me next door, we don’t need a third. One was more than enough; Abbie is only tolerable as she’s a better me than I ever was.”

Persephone laughed. “Tolerable?! Severus, you worship the ground that girl walks on.”

“Maybe so, but don’t tell her that, I’ll never live it down.”

“Oh, I don’t need to, she’s well aware. Now come on, let’s get back to sleep. Do you need a potion?”

Severus hesitated. He wanted to say he didn’t need it with her there, but he was still a little shaken up. Sensing his hesitation, Persephone took her wand from her bedside table and summoned a Dreamless Sleep Potion from the cabinet.

“Thank you,” Severus murmured before taking a generous gulp from the vial. As he did so, Persephone settled onto her side, her belly supported by a pillow.

“I miss snuggling into your chest,” she sighed as Severus wrapped his arms around her, gently cradling her belly protectively. “The first night after they’re born, I’m giving you a proper cuddle again.”

Severus chuckled against the back of her neck and laid a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Thank you, my love,” he said softly.

“For what?” Persephone asked, although her eyes were already closed for sleep.

“For soothing my nerves so easily,” Severus replied. “For loving me so well, and for so long. For staying by my side, and for marrying me despite all my shortcomings. For giving me three beautiful daughters. For… well, for you. I love you so very much.”

Persephone smiled. “I love you too,” she mumbled sleepily. “Now get some rest, Severus.”

He placed one more kiss on her shoulder, then settled down to sleep, resting easy now knowing that his wife and unborn children were safe in his arms.

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colored sketch, not my best work but the tip of my stylus ripped off so i had to finish it with my fingers 🫠 hoping i have another stylus somewhere

[ominousminx]

I need, and I mean need in terms of emotional, mental, and physical wellbeing, for someone to either recommend or write a fanfiction where a (preferably but not necessarily female) character comforts Snape by brushing his hair.

Like.

It could be a little ritual they do on cold winter evenings, huddled in blankets in front of a warm fire. Because you just know dungeons are particularly freezing and Severus would rather shiver than magically increase the temperature of his rooms. And we understand and respect that need for familiar discomfort so we make sure he has a soft blanket and a steaming hot drink while brushing his hair long after having smoothed out any tangles, until he is relaxed and warm and ready to be tucked into bed.

Or it could be that he had a long week so he absolutely had to be treated to a bath, after which we would of course have to brush the hair we previously washed. Perhaps after there would be some cuddling on the couch, with each reading their own book but occasionally stealing fond glances, reassuring themselves in equal measure that this mundane happiness, this little miracle of their own, will not slip from them as it had in the past.

Maybe it is a nightly ritual, woven into their shared life. Because life can be a lot and sleep rarely comes easily, but having someone who understands that and gives you space when you need it is helpful. Having someone who is there when being alone becomes unbearable, who fits into your life so seamlessly yet you can’t imagine life without, whose presence alone soothes your very being, whose caring touch brings you solace and bliss - is all you had never admitted you dreamed of and more.

It’s perfect.