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Don't Be Shy
Title: Don't Be Shy
Pairing: Young!Snape x Young!Fem!Reader (ALL CHARACTERS OF AGE!)
POV: Third, Snape
Setting: Severus’s dorms, End of Seventh Year.
Theme: Drunken shenanigans with smutty goodness and praise 🖤
Inspired by: THIS fanart of Young!Snape by @simper-maximus who gave me permission to write a fanfic for it 🥰
A/N: So, hello there, it’s been a hot minute - hasn’t it? 👀🙈
As some of you know my life is CRAZY atm, not only with work but we’re moving and all that goodness as well so I’ve been inactive for a while here even if I’ve done my best to log on and try to add to our lovely community.
However, I saw this fanart of our young Snape yesterday (do check the post linked above and give it some love) and just felt inspired. So here’s a little smutty goodness of our beloved Snape at an age I rarely write - you know me loves, I want our dungeon bat on the more mature side but this young Snape just made my fingers itch. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😘
ABBR.: Y/N - Your Name
Warnings: Ejaculation, Climaxing, Masturbation, Alcohol Consumption, Provocative Language/Actions, Slight Fluff, Slight Aftercare, Praise, Shame, Praise Kink, Inexperienced!Snape, Experienced!Reader, Confident!Reader, Kissing, Oral Sex, Stripping.
Word Count: 2.2k+
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The sound of Moon Rage filled the room, the band’s hypnotic tunes with its edgy female singer easily overpowered any other sound. Or, perhaps, he was simply drunk and couldn’t filter out the loud sound of the record player.
Why he’d accepted your request to meet up, why he’d allowed you to smuggle alcohol into his room, why he’d agreed to you locking the door while whispering about the others being at the unauthorized graduation party by the abandoned greenhouse and not returning for hours to come — well, he couldn’t answer any of the sluggish thoughts that sneaked through his usually overcrowded brain for a few seconds.
It was quite desolate at the moment though. Only one thought echoed through the haze of alcohol after the questions fizzled out, you. The way you danced between his bed and wardrobe at the furthest left side of the room. Your hips swayed, and your hands skimmed atop your clothes. Your skirt hitched up, your slightly too-small shirt revealing every single curve of your upper body and the dangling of your tie across your chest was as hypnotic as the music.
He couldn’t believe you were there. Singing about being touched, humming about feeling like you could breathe under the sensual caress described in the song. You were magnificent in the dim candlelight. And he was hard. His cheeks flushed. His hand squeezed the fabric of his robe spread out on the couch from where he had an uninterrupted view of you.
You spun around — a new song filling the room with an even more sensual beat — and he blushed deeper as you smiled at him. You seemed less affected by the alcohol, or you were a more experienced drinker. The entire situation was new to him. Everything about it was so wholly new on every level and he barely knew what to do with himself.
You swayed your hips as you moved closer, he tensed and you smirked. Your eyes were alight with something he could only describe as mirth. Mirth and warmth. He was warm all over too, his cock strained against his trousers and jerked as your eyes darted down to it. Embarrassment filled him as you watched his tented pants with the highly visual outline of his erection intently.
“Like what you see, Sev?” you asked with a purr to your voice he’d never heard you speak with before as you dragged your hands up along your thighs, hitching the hem of the skirt up along with the motion — baring your black knickers. You moved differently, showed a new side to you he hadn’t ever even imagined you had. You were so sweet, so pure, so gentle normally. How could he not have noticed this side of you that made his heart hammer and pound so harshly yet your control was also comforting — it baffled him but his body was alight and too strung up for him to think further on it.
His fingers squeezed the fabric within his hand harder, his heart drummed as he watched your fingers trail up along your sides while tugging up the shirt before you unbuttoned it. The black bra matching your knickers came into view as you dragged it off and threw it on his bed while his breath caught in his throat — nerves coiled within him but the alcohol wouldn’t allow him to panic.
Severus gulped while it felt as if his cheeks were on fire, his cock nearly ready to explode. No, don’t-, hold it, don’t—
“Sev?” you asked, interrupting his frantic thoughts. “Don’t you like me? Don’t you like what you see?” you continued with a shy smile but your tone, it wasn’t uncertain or worried about his answer. You sounded confident, sounded perfectly aware of what he was thinking.
“I-, I do,” he confessed — his voice slightly pitched despite it having become much darker over the last two years — as you moved your hips in a figure-eight. The way your stomach moved along with that motion, how your breasts bounced ever so slightly, and how you smiled almost wickedly at him had him in a twist of want-corded tension and he had never experienced sensations as strong as he now did.
“Won’t you show me, Severus?” you asked as you undid the button and zipper of your skirt, shimmying out of it. He gulped and panted while his cock jerked and his balls drew up, his body begging for release.
He’d dreamt of your body. He’d jerked off in the shower with the fantasies of your touch and moans. You had overtaken every whim of his hormone-riddled body, for over a year. A year of torture watching you from afar, knowing he’d never have a chance with someone like you. Someone so perfect.
“Y/n, please…” he exhaled while his body began to tremble with the restraint of not coming. But you merely tilted your head while keeping up your seductive dancing.
“Be good for me, Sev…” you said just loud enough to be heard over the music as you moved yet another step toward him. The gloomy dungeon-like room with its green and silvery shades felt too hot.
Your bare skin glistened with a slight perspiration, little beads of salty water glittering in the low light that his mind screamed of wanting to lick up. His cheeks turned hotter still, his hand moving up to his mouth to contain his tongue and the involuntary moan slipping out.
Your eyes moved down to his trousers again, your gaze focused wholly on the pulsing erection he couldn’t do anything about while he watched you with a mixture of shame, need, and pure horniness while he squeezed the robe tighter in his hand, pressing his hand to his mouth harder as he moaned again when you stroked your breasts through your bra. Don’t come, don’t come… By Merlin, she’s so beautiful…
“Don’t be shy, Sev…” you hummed as you unclasped your bra. “Be a mess for me, like I am for you…” you continued as your breasts were exposed and he gasped while you toyed with your pebbled nipples. He groaned and sank into the sofa further, straining in every manner possible. You threw your head back with a moan and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
The sweet moan you let out made him sag as his trousers were stained with his cum, bleeding through the fabric while he closed his eyes as little tears lined the edges of them. He was so embarrassed, so relieved, so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself as his cock kept pulsing, squirting wave after wave of cum sticking to his cock, underwear, and trousers. How embarrassing… How do I ever look you—
“You’re so beautiful like this, Sev. All messy and bothered, all flustered and so cute…” you said, again interrupting his thoughts while the last tremor left his body and his cock softened in the mess he’d made — that you’d made of him.
He jerked as your hands landed on his knees, making him open his eyes only to find you between his legs with the most beautiful look of satisfaction, with want and pride in your eyes as you looked up at him. The shame he’d felt a second ago vanished as your hands stroked up along the inside of his thighs with nothing but glazed hunger in those inviting eyes he’d often daydreamed of.
“You did so good, Sev. I’m so proud of you for holding out so long. Such a good boy,” you said with praise and reassurance in your voice that did things to him he couldn’t explain or understand.
“I-, I’m a mess,” he said, feeling his heart race as your fingers began undoing the button of his trousers with a smirk as you glanced up at him through your lashes.
“Just how I want you,” you whispered with that tone of praise again. “A mess for me, with that sweet look of surrender… Makes all my fantasies of you pale in comparison.”
He felt elated, assured, and wanted when you spoke to him like that. It was wholly new to him, new territory and unknown terrain. It felt good. He felt so good under your hands, viewing, words, and voice. He felt good, and hearing you fantasised about him as he did about you eased a little knot in his stomach.
But then your hands were pulling down his soiled trousers, tugging down the waistband of his underwear until his spent cock became visible and he had to look away from you. Embarrassed by the mess, triggered by the salty smell of his own cum as it wafted up.
“Let me clean you up, sweetie,” you said and he jolted. Before he had time to ask what you had meant, your hand grabbed his cock gently and your lips encased the slack member a second later.
The heat of your mouth, the look of your head moving between his legs made his eyes widen and his body erupted in a shocked burning. His heart instantly thundered, his pulse roared in his ears as he watched you lick up his cum, sucking and licking his cock with tender care.
He jerked as your tongue swiped the crown.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” you praised as he began to harden anew.
“Y/n,” he panted as you encircled him again, “p-please,” he protested with need and confusion. He’d never been able to get hard right away after coming before.
“Hush, sweetie, let me taste you,” you said softly before he felt the hand you’d had on his thigh disappear.
You moaned around him and he jerked within your mouth, throwing his head back as he stiffened. You began stroking at his root while your tongue teased and swirled around the tip. He tensed as pleasure soared through him in an entirely new way, his last climax still loomed over him.
He looked down at you, feeling hot beyond belief as he watched you suck his cock while pleasuring yourself — all while being between his legs, on your knees yet in control of everything. I’m dreaming, I’m drunk and dreaming, he tried to convince himself but the sensations were too real, too palpable, too perfect for his head to be able to conjure such a dream.
You panted around him, moaning and humming while he watched you work yourself up further. The entire room began spinning around him while his hands squeezed the robe beneath him, the music and sounds of you invading him, the feel of your touch overwhelmingly perfect, the smell of your arousal and his cum mixing and mingling in the air.
His hips jerked as you suckled him. He watched you hollow your cheeks and never before had pleasure erupted so violently within him. He moaned, feeling self-conscious about the way his body was jerking and tensing, how he was burning up and desperate for a second release but terrified he wouldn’t be able to despite how good you made him feel.
You moaned around him, your rhythm faltering while your hand tightened around his root. Your movements turned erratic — hasty and needy. His own breath hissed out between his teeth as he felt his balls draw up.
“Come for me,” you moaned around his cock. “Be good for me,” you exhaled before sucking harder.
“Please-, please I can’t—” His words were interrupted as you moaned and shook between his legs, climaxing hard while still sucking his cock with vigour.
The sight was beyond his understanding, beyond his brain’s capability to comprehend in its beauty and he came. Hard. Moaning loudly while spurting a single string of cum into your mouth while his lungs nearly froze up at the warmth exploding within him.
“So good,” you said while removing your mouth but still gently stroking his cock through the pulsing. “You’re so good, Sev. Such a pretty sight, such a sweetie coming for me twice.”
The praise hit something within him he couldn’t touch, your words made him feel so good he could barely stand the sensation — so at odds with anything and everything he had ever felt. He wanted you to say such words to him again. He wanted to be good for you, make you praise him, make you look at him like you did in that exact moment. Sated and happy. You were so beautiful to him, so perfect, and he wanted to be touched by you over, and over, and over again.
“You’re mine now,” you said with a sweet smile, showing that side of you he’d fallen in love with while watching you from afar.
“Y-yours?” he asked as a fresh blush crept over his skin, heating his chest and cheeks.
You giggled and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Yes, mine. I want you, Sev.”
“Yours…” he said in a quiet murmur, trying the word while you watched him expectantly. But it was hard for him to even imagine that what had just happened had, in fact, actually happened.
“Severus,” you began as you rose up fully on your knees, “I want you. And I know you want me, so I’m going to make you feel good enough to accept that. Okay?” you continued and his eyes widened but he nodded and you smiled that sweet smile he loved seeing your face marked by. Then your lips were pressed against his and he melted under the taste of him and you. He wanted you to make him believe you too, so he’d let you try…
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A/N: It’s almost 1 am as I finish writing this, I wrote it in one single sitting right after I got the artist’s permission to write a fic for their art and gosh… This became way longer than I had thought, and bit more “adult” than I’d planned at first but I blame that on me usually writing for older Snape and it’s the middle of the night atm 😂👍 But damn, this was fun and enjoyable to write. I hope you had a good time too, dear reader 🙈😘🖤
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For the Fanfic Writer Q&A 🥰
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🫐 Multi-chapter or one-shots?
I like reading both, personally I prefer to write multi-chapter — even my one-shots are part of a bigger story. That’s why I don’t do a lot of Snape x reader one-shots, bc I just need more context 😅
🍍 Rarepairs? Yea or nay?
People can ship what they want, if someone wants to write Snape with Ludo Bagman or whoever they can go for it. I don’t even ship him with canon characters at all so the only ‘rarepair’ I’d write is Snephy (if that counts 😂)
🍉 Favorite trope? What’s a cliche that you just love?
Answered here
🍎 Past tense or present tense?
Reading, I don’t mind. Writing, definitely past tense — I’m not sure I’ve ever written in present tense, it’s just not my style.
🍋 Fluff or smut? Or both?
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Rickmas day 16: keep warm
18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged, @deepperplexity
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)
I pulled my cloak tighter around me as I patrolled the dungeon. Why it was so cold down here I would never know. Severus was already waiting for me at the end of the hall, holding the door open. I smiled as he raised an eyebrow at home.
“and just like that my shift is over.” I laughed as I walked over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in to kiss him. “Why dumbledore insists on nightly patrols when there are no students staying the holidays always amazes me.” Severus nodded as he smoothed his hands down my sides.
“I asked him once. Something about making sure the castle was still secure. I don’t know.” Severus said as he ghosted his nose down my jawline. “You look cold.” I nodded against him and pressed my nose against his throat. “Ah!” Severus hissed as he pulled back. “You’re freezing!” I nodded.
“it’s freezing down here in case you didn’t notice Severus.” I teased. “I’m just about ready to turn into an icicle.” Severus pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled me into his chambers.
“well then we’ll just have to warm you up.” He smiled at me. I laughed as he pushed my cloak off. “And find a way to keep you warm.” We set about undressing each other, stealing kisses as we went. Before long I was buried under the blankets of Severus’ bed, Severus laying on top of me. He had slid into me as soon as the blankets hit his back. “Fuck.” He breathed out as I ground my hips against his.
“sev. Please.” I whined, watching a drop of sweat drip down his nose. Severus leaned down to kiss me, moaning as I lifted my hips to meet his.
“So close.” Severus moaned. “So damn close.” I nodded and buried my head in his shoulder. “(Y/N).”
“Severus I can’t…” I groaned. I held onto him tightly as my orgasm washed over me. Severus moaned as he twitched in me.
“fuck. (Y/N).” He breathed out as he came. We laid there, sweaty bodies stuck together as we came down from our highs. “Told you I would keep you warm.” Severus teased when he had caught his breath.
“I don’t know sev.” I laughed as he rolled onto his back, pulling me to his chest. “I can already feel the chill setting back in.” I winked up at him as he groaned and his hands started to explore again.
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Day 4: Sharing
Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader
Summary: In where Severus is reminded that it's almost the first Christmas he and [Y/n] will be sharing and he goes to try and make it special
Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff fluff and more fluff
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: And in something totally different once again! Here is a short little fluffy fluff about Snape and his almost first Christmas with his beloved [Y/n]. (See @deepperplexity i do know how to use the prompts in non unhinged ways are u proud of me 🤣🤣?)
The streets of Hogsmeade was filled with the bustling crowds of witches and wizards doing their holiday shopping as Christmas rapidly approached meaning that people were in a tizzy trying to purchase gifts for their loved ones.
And of course a treat for themselves.
Cheer and glee were on the faces of almost all of those who were bustling about spreading warmth in the cold air with just their attitude. All except one person named Severus Snape, who seemed to have had enough of people bumping into him as he tried to maneuver his way as swiftly as possible away from the crowd.
He should have known when he went out looking for a present for [Y/n] that he would face the tiring challenge of people. Yet he had been so caught up with preparing for the coming semester and his own experimentations that he had lost tracked of time.
And when she had brightly told him that she was excited that they would be sharing their first Christmas together in only a few days he realized he had proverbially dropped the ball.
On the outside he was his calm and collected self, agreeing with her as he was truly looking forward to sharing the holiday with someone other than himself. There was a small part of him that hated to admit that it in the past it was a bit lonely seeing all the people merrily celebrating.
Even when the Hogwarts staff tried to romp him in to their holiday shenanigans he was quick to get away not at all wanting to be invested in whatever they were up to. It was a way of punishing himself, as someone like him didn't deserve to have fun. Didn't deserve to have happy things because of what he had done and what he had caused.
[Y/n] though was having none of it when she came into his life. And he was grateful for it.
But he digressed.
That was on the outside, calm and collected as he usually seemed now and days. On the inside though he was quickly listing the things that he knew she adored and began to make a plan.
Oh yes, he would do his best to make sure the first Christmas they spent together was as lovely as his [Y/n].
First was to her favorite bakery where he was unsurprisingly met with a large line of people queuing up and waiting for their turn as it seemed that everyone had the idea to come at the same time.
An annoyance absolutely, but at least no one dared to talk to him while they were in line as he glared at anyone who seemed to want to make conversation. 20 minutes had passed and he had secured her favourite treats which included some pumpkin pasties that had extra holiday flavour in them as he had been told.
He had no idea what that meant.
A few cinnamon rolls that were topped with an abundance of sweet cream and a few more savory mini pastries that he knew she fancied.
Next was a trinket store, that she always gazed at when they walked passed though she never went in, only saying she didn't need more knick nacks laying around.
Well it was Christmas and what was wrong with a few more especially if the were useful and brought her joy.
So he went in expecting to find nothing yet he ended up coming out with a set of colour changing ink and quill, a trinket box for her little collection of rings and earrings in that played music while opened and also could sort the items for her. That aspect he found interesting thinking about what charm was placed on it to get it to do so.
And also he may have bought some dusty looking spellbook that he had never seen before which intrigued him along with self labeling potion bottle that showed what ingredients were in it.
Huh who knew that shop had so many things.
Pleased with his purchases he barreled his way through the crowd ready to finally be at home exhausted from all the pushy witches and wizard.
Walking quickly to an alley way off the beaten streets of the village he took inventory of what he had making sure nothing was crushed or missing. Once he made sure everything was where he wanted, he apparated silently back home where [Y/n] was sitting in his wingback chair reading.
Well, that was until he suddenly apparated into the middle of the sitting room.
"Severus Snape! Merlin's beard!" she shrieked almost tumbling out of the chair being startled half to death by him. "I thought you told me no one can apparate in and out of the house? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
His lips turned upward in a smirk at her words as he watched her get up from her seat and stalk up to him with a small pout.
"Hm yes I do remember telling you that," he answered matter of factly, leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead causing her to grumble, "though I may have left off that I'm the exception. I did live here for years after all."
Pressing his lips against her forehead in a chaste kiss, he moved down and kissed her nose, before hovering over her lips waiting for her to move.
"You're the worse you know that," she mumbled shaking her head before closing the distance and kissing him showing him that she wasn't angry just startled.
"Mhm."
He kissed her softly before moving to her cheek and kissing her there making her giggle as he pulled away.
"Your lips are so cold darling here go put all those bags away," she started pausing only when she saw the amount of bags and being yet again surprised. He said he was going out potion ingredient shopping and from the looks of it he had bought the whole stock of them. "And I'm sure it'll take you a while Severus did you go on a shopping spree without me?! Oh never mind I'll make us some tea it should be done by the time you've sorted it all out!"
Without another word she was off leaving Severus with a pile of bags not even suspecting that most of the things were for her.
When she had come back out of the kitchen tea floating behind her she was surprised once more when she found a plate full of her favorite snacks sitting on the little table in between her chair and Severus'.
He had paid her no mind when she had come back, acting as if he was reading the new book her had purchased yet he was keenly aware of her presences. It was only when she had sat the tea down did she take a look at all the snacks that were waiting for them.
"Severus?" His name came out shyly as she wandered to his side making him put his book down and turn to look at her.
"Did you buy all of those for me?"
Her eyes twinkled in the warmly lit room and he nodded.
"Mhm I passed by the bakery you always go to and decided to stop by," he answered coolly as if he hadn't been squished in the shop when he got in. "Hopefully this is a good festive start to our almost first Christmas together?"
Grinning at him, [Y/n] leaned over the arm of his chair to plant a kiss on his cheek overwhelmed with excitement as she skipped over to her own seat. Plopping down she poured them both some tea and happily partook in one of the pasties groaning happily at spiced pumpkin filling.
"It's an excellent start darling," she beamed. "Thank you!"
A rare smile, well not so rare for her, appeared on Severus' lips at how happy she looked as she bit into the treat and he felt as happy as she looked at the thought of the cheer to come. It was nice to share such a time with her thought before going back to his book and relaxing in the ambience of the warm room and his warm love.
A/N: see i am capable of using the prompts normally! see you guys on day 7 prompts! (she's taking a little break to avoid writing angst 😌)
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December 19: Hope
Severus Snape x Reader
Severus was left comatose by Nagini's attack. You've been by his side ever since. Holding out hope he would come back to you.
(We've been drowning in fluff. Here's a touch of angst for day 19 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas 2023.
It had been eight months. Eight months since you’d found Severus’s body in the boathouse, since you had found the faintest traces of life still clinging to him. Eight months since the healers at St Mungo’s had declared that he was in a deep coma, from which they couldn’t wake him.
You had visited him every day, many times falling asleep in the chair by his bed in the middle of the night. The healers had long since become used to your presence. They didn’t ask you to leave anymore when visiting hours were over.
Those times when you were away from his side, you were helping Harry to clear his name. It had not been easy. While few were willing to argue with the young hero of the Wizarding world, making them truly believe that Severus Snape was truly a hero took some pushing. But you had done it.
December 19th. Over eight months. The hour was late, and you were by his bedside as always. You had put some holly garlands up around the room. It was believed that holly offered protection against dark magic. You had even whispered to the holly as you set some on the table by his bed, “Please bring him back to me.”
You were sat in a char besides his bed, as you were every night, reading out loud from another book. You knew Severus had a secret liking for muggle classics, it was something you shared.
You heard the door open quietly and turned to see Zelah, one of the healers, enter the room with a cup in her hands.
“Thought you could benefit from some tea, dear.” She said, setting the cup on the bedside table. You smiled, tiredly, and thanked her. You and Zelah had built a friendship over the months, “How are you fairing?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” You answered, rubbing at your tired eyes, “I’m scared.” You couldn’t voice your deepest fears, that he wouldn’t ever wake up, saying that out loud felt like manifesting it into existence. Just the thought of it made your insides churn and heart ache with pain so sharp you wanted to scream.
Zelah put her hand on your shoulder, “You have to hold onto hope. We still don’t know how he survived. Something’s keeping him holding onto life. You can’t loose hope. I know he can feel you here and something tells me it’s helping.” She gave your shoulder a squeeze, “I have to do my rounds. I’ll check in later.”
“Thank you, Zelah.”
After she left, you put the book down, eyes too tired to read anymore. Leaning forward, you took Severus’s hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his fingers before settling your joined hands back on the bed. “I will never give up on you, Severus.” You said, your voice cracking with gathering tears, “And you have fought so hard. But I need you to win one more fight. I need you to wake up. I need you to come back to me. We’re finally free, Sev. We can make a life now, we can go home. And I’m not going home without you. So you have to wake up.” Tears were slipping down your face. Things would not end like this. Not after everything he’d been through, after everything you’d been through together.
You laid your head down next to his hand, your eyes drooping. Almost asleep when you felt it.
Severus’s fingers tightening around yours.
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Hope who reads this enjoys it!
I have some nice fluff and comfort due for Severus tomorrow, but I had to do this one.
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always a woman
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pairing: severus snape/reader
summary: severus snape had always fallen for every little trait of yours, you have always made his life feel like the warmest hug there is. you do everything to make him happy but now he feels its the right time to make you happy only in the best way possible.
warnings: the lightest of angsts, if you squint but other than that, all round fluff
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title's namesake: the song always a woman by billy joel
guys. she is back EVERYONE CLAP.
well i say i return but then i disappear due to writers block and creative burnout for almost a year 😐🧍🏼♀️
i would type out my authors note disappearing reasons, but i genuinely think i would be here all day BWHAHAHAH,,,,anyways this was a suggestion/request i saw on tumblr by @wtfhasmy-lifecometo : a severus snape x reader where the plot of the story is based off of the song “she’s always a woman” by billy joel… and have it all be fluff… and basically it would be severus’s pov and it would be him describing how much his wife means to him despite her “flaws” . and i've taken a bit of a twist with it but i feel it vibes with it.
im going with vibes, slay.
anyways i won't keep you for long so enjoy reading or whatever
no but genuinely though, thank you very much for reading !! it means a lot to me that you support my fanfics, whether you're an old or new reader of mine you are apart of the most girlboss place there is.
reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.
have an amazing day 💖
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“severus we can worry about your scarf later, we don’t want it to rain now do we.” you called from downstairs.
severus had been fumbling around with said scarf for quite some time. he had been rather nervous and he couldn’t entirely figure out why. then he looked over to the one thing that he had bought and had merely regretted seconds after purchasing.
it was so expensive he contemplated why he bought the final choice in the shop, but he knew.
his life was worth living from that point onwards.
once he adjusted his scarf one last time, he took it, placing it in his pocket before heading downstairs to see your face.
you had beamed and was quick to take a hold of his hand. as you opened the door, the mid-autumn breeze hit you both and a smirk hit severus’ face. autumn was always his favourite time, he loved the leaves changing colour and his ability to wrap himself in more coats and scarves. he always was equipped for the autumn and winter season.
you had both been in for a long day, however it would be a day that you both planned for ages.
neither of you were one for having long days outside, and even then you would need to recharge before you planned on stepping foot outside again. it was severus who brought the concept up, which had been very out of character for him to say the least.
what was there outside that required an entire 24 hours was beyond you. but this was your lover, and you couldn’t help but love the moments in which he found himself impulsive.
you and severus started at the local bookshop, taking in every aesthetic of the bookshelves around you. the shop had recently introduced some new animal friends, cats, pygmy puffs, and many others graced their way to the shop to keep fellow attenders company. you loved stroking and tending to every animal there as they accompanied you to your bookshop adventures.
severus hadn’t been too fond of the animals, however if they made you happy then he was happy. after going to the bookshop, severus made a visit to a small café nearby to pick up some of your favourite sweet things, you had grown suspicious once he had asked you to wait outside, as you always went in with him to pick up these delicacies. but you had shrugged it off, just severus being severus.
“ready to go my dear?” you asked. and he nodded.
you both made your way to a field, walks wit severs snape were always the best activity to do with him, a lot of your dates prior to today were always consisted of a slow journey that had no purpose, only for you both to smell the fresh air and be in one anothers presence, especially after long days where you find yourselves far apart. night walks seemed to be severus’ favourite thing, but of course you didn’t protest to that.
once you both found a perfect spot, you set up everything and indulged in your little day out you both were very much enjoying. you laid your head on severus’ lap as you eyes gazed at the beautiful view ahead of you.
you had taken out your wand, aiming it to the grass that bestowed upon you both.
“expecto patronum.” you chanted with your wand and your glowing rabbit patronus hopped around you both, surrounding you and severus in a beautiful blue wire binding you both together.
“your patronus will always be my favourite y/n.” severus said. you couldn’t help but giggle.
“i suppose i can let my one free for a moment.” he said.
he took his wand out from his inside pocket, and had it pointed to the ground.
“expect patronum.” he chanted quietly.
but much to both of your shock, nothing appeared. puzzled, severus tried again but to no avail. mumbling the spell over and over again, he smacked his wand several times on his thighs, had he really grown out of his wand?
“god forsaken piece of wood!” he muttered to himself.
you couldn’t help but giggle at his multiple attempts, tapping the wand on his lap in hopes that the magic would possibly work, your smile soon turned to small laughs, but severus happened to catch onto your little laughs.
“this isn’t funny, silly girl.” severus said, ruffling the ends of your hair before you let out more laughs. enough to make his heart melt.
“i know.” you suggested, you dug through your pockets and found a flower crown inside and put it on severus.
severus now had been bewildered by this action, turning his head slowly only for his brow to be raised, which you clearly couldn’t take seriously, and had only made you laugh some more.
“and…how is this supposed to help me?” he asked.
“trust me! it will work, try it.” you said.
severus couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly, in actuality he did enjoy the feeling.
when he tried the patronus spell once more, he saw it had taken the form of your patronus. a rabbit hopping in and around the fields.
he would always have this hint of shock that he shared a patronus with someone, it was a feeling he could never get used to. you couldn’t help but beam at his reaction.
“severus, your patronus…”
you were just as stunned as he was, neither of you had thought this would happen. your chemistry with one another had been stronger and stronger, from the moment you and severus had set eyes on one another, you had known it was nothing but destiny that had pulled you together.
severus turned to you and instantly grabbed a hold of your hands, by instinct. there was something in him that realised the moment was just right.
in fact it was more than ‘just right,’ it was perfect.
he was really going to do this now…
“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.
“y/n m/n l/n…”
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
when severus had asked you to move into his home, not a single ounce of hesitance disappeared inside of him. he hated his home, he hated that he inhabited this place.
but he had no other choice but to at least maintain what little legacy he had (if he were to call it that.)
when you had settled in, you actually didn’t seem to mind spinner’s end and it had some sort of potential to it. severus constantly asked you how things were in the house, even the most mundane things he had constantly told you that it wasn’t the best but it was the best he could offer to you.
he feared that his best wasn’t entirely good enough for you, but you always did your best to reassure him that everything in his home was fine.
one day he had left for his job and you decided to do the things that snape had always promised to do in this house. you had planned it for a while, but had to find the perfect timing and severus being away at hogwarts for the day seemed to fall perfectly in your plans.
you were in for a very long day ahead.
severus had always found the items in his home having a particular place in each room, he didn’t want anything to be changed or it wouldn’t have felt right to him. you had been very careful about that, you put everything into boxes so that they could be taken out later, and got round to deep cleaning the house from top to bottom.
severus had neglected the deep cleaning process, always at the back of his mind however, he never done so.
how could severus live like this? was all you could think about. considering how much neglect he had received from his father, that would have been one of the many factors.
once the deep cleaning was complete, you went to organize all of his books, they had a comforting feeling in your grasp. you took a note of how severus organized his shelves and followed it down to the point.
you had wanted to make this place at least worth coming home to for him. you had seen how miserable severus had lived his life and it hurt you to see that.
as the day went on you had been putting in the finishing touches of the house. you had rearranged the furniture slightly and as you had placed severus’ knick-knacks all over the house, it made you hope that he appreciated all you had done.
suddenly you heard the keys jangle outside and you bustled to the front door, quick to open it.
“sev! you’re back.” you squeaked slightly, shoving your entire body in his arm and peppering kisses all over his lips.
severus had been shocked at the sudden affection, he had never felt that he deserved such a thing.
“i’ve got something to show you.” you said excitedly.
you took his hand and there was where you showed him the house. a mixture of emotions wavered in, as you showed him all of the little details of the newly arranged home, severus couldn’t decipher the feelings he had in the moment.
you had shown him the ground floor of the house, the kitchen and the tiny hallway and then the living room.
his chair had remained the same, by the fire place. the bookshelves looked…new. for a fact he had known that the books on those shelves were nowhere near new.
you had been talking about the newly arranged desk, picking up some of his favourite quills here and there.
but severus said nothing.
that deadpan (with the added shock) expression remained, as you looked up to your lover you could tell he was going to explode at any second.
you frowned as you put down the quills, “i’m sorry…” you mumbled, walking past him and going upstairs. closing the door on the bedroom you shared, you cried quietly to yourself as you slumped on the floor.
then the door slowly opened again, through your glossy tears you saw severus.
he then did something you almost never saw him do before, he pulled you into his arms. it had been awkward at first but you warmed up to his touch, new tears dripping down your face.
“i’m so sorry…i should have asked you, it won’t…it won’t happen again.” you mumbled.
“why are you apologizing?” severus asked.
“because, i ruined your house. i thought it would be nice to give you something nice to come home to. but you don’t like it.” you sniffled.
you did all of that for him?
“why would you think i wouldn’t like it?” severus asked again.
“because you like everything to be the same. you don’t like changes, i did too much.” you said.
if anything, severus had liked the changes you made in his home. it felt like he had stepped into a completely different place and he grew to like it.
“darling…i do love it. you’ve done the one thing i wished i could do to this home, you have no need to be upset.” severus reassured.
that made you hug him even tighter, he could only smile only to himself. you both got up and continued your tour of the newly decorated home, rambling about the tiny items that meant a lot to the pair of you.
you even had dinner freshly made, and so you both sat on the floor by the fireplace, with plates of lasagne at hand. of course you made it and severus did in fact love your lasagne. you listened to severus talk about his day, it warmed your heart that he was able to open up to you. that he felt accepted enough by you to talk not only of the past but the present also.
you had both finished your foods and now you had been in one another’s arms, staring intently at the fires crackling in between the woody piles. from time to time, you had exchanged small kisses but they were the ones that always made the moment even more special.
“how long do you think you’ll stay with me y/n?” severus asked.
“well…for as long as we want, unless you wish to have me around. i don’t want you to be bored of me” you answered.
“how could you say that? y/n i couldn’t get bored of you. not in the slightest.” severus replied, with zero hesitation.
it shocked him how easily the words seemed to flow out of his mouth, it would take him months, hell even years to say that to someone but with you it seemed to be so easy.
and it was.
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
settling in at spinners end was like any other place for you. you seemed to enjoy the dark aesthetic of the small town, how it seemed to be secluded from everywhere else in england and everyone seemed to be in their own little bubble but yet everyone knew everyone.
you had lived there for a year at that point, you had wanted to go outside. you knew a forest that wasn’t far away from the home, it had been heavily raining over the last few days. you seemed to enjoy the aftermath of the heavy rain.
“severus!” you called.
you slid into his office, his head shot up.
“ah you are clearly dressed. get your coat, we are going outside.” you said as you then disappeared.
severus seemed to enjoy when you took control of the day, he enjoyed how different every day was. with no hesitation he grabbed his coat and his scarf and joined you downstairs at the front door.
you took hold of his hand and lead him outside, you held a basket on the other hand as you then handed severus the other side of your wired earphones.
“y/n you know i will never get used to your modern traditions.” severus said.
“oh come on sevvy, you can listen to music at the palm of your hands! just this once, pretty please.” you pleaded.
severus grabbed the earphone and put it in as he then found himself listening to some classic rock song.
“it’s my favourite song.” you said.
the song in question was from a classic rock band. he was not entirely well versed in music, nor did he have an interest in it. but it was that moment something switched in him, the rhythm of the song seemed to catch onto him.
you squeezed his hand a little tighter as the music played.
“you’re enjoying it!” you squeaked slightly as you noticed severus humming along to the song.
severus only smirked and pulled you closer as you paced closer to what looked like a forest. you were the one person that would convince him to have music in his life. severus never understood the concept of it and why people enjoy it so much, but whenever music was played around you his whole life seemed to change.
there was always a song he would associate with you, which made him appreciate you more and more by the second.
“i found the perfect spot.” you said once you arrived.
you both entered deeper into the forest until nothing but the top of the trees was all you could see once you looked up.
severus looked around the spot you mentioned, serenity was you could feel. you were at peace with him.
with every second severus was with you, the more entranced he was. oh how your hair swiftly followed the breezes of the spring time winds, and when the sun slowly followed after you had looked nothing but a piece of art to him.
you were always his work of art.
“oh severus look!” you called and got up instantaneously.
severus sat up slightly, only to have his eyes on you. his gaze not leaving you, he was loved undeniably.
you sat right next to him and there you had picked up a small rabbit.
“oh severus! look at its ears, its adorable.” you squeaked, stroking the rabbit that had sooner or later, gained your trust.
severus looked to the furry animal, stroking it slowly.
you tried to let the rabbit go.
but it later came back.
you let it go back to its home, but not even five minutes later it would come back to you and severus. even making its way to severus’ lap and sleeping.
“i think it likes you.” you giggled.
it was quite adorable you thought. severus becoming a father of a rabbit within five minutes of your date together.
you enjoyed severus softening slightly at the sight of animals, seeing him tend to a stray rabbit was something you didn’t see everyday, but perhaps this would mean something for the both of you later in the line of your lives.
you scoot to severus, resting your head on his upper arm, then slowly wrapping his arm around you, you both took in the scenery, soft breaths escaped your lips as parts of the sunlight hit the forest bestowed upon you.
you felt like you spend an entire life time with him if you could.
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.
“y/n m/n l/n…”
“will you marry me?”
you couldn’t decipher the question and then it dawned on yo.
severus wanted to marry you. someone out there was willing to marry you.
tears flooded your eyes and dropped from your face, as you couldn’t see severus through your hazy vision of your sobs.
“yes…of course i’ll marry you.” you replied.
choked sobs escaped severus, putting the ring on you and embracing you into his arms and spinning you slowly.
“we’re going to get married.” you said barely louder than your normal voice.
“we really are.”
severus didn’t want to let you go in the slightest.
and it was in that moment that you were undeniably in love with severus snape.
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Will you ever add a Multiple Accounts Option so one doesn't have to log on and off to switch but merely press "Accounts" and switch between them? (Not talking about different blogs under the same account but 100% separate accounts. Would also greatly help with recieving notifications if you can be technically logged in on several accounts.) Thank you for your hard work and sorry for adding yet another ask to the giant inbox 😅
Answer: Hey, @deepperplexity!
Great minds. As it happens, we actually did this in a Hack Week last year, and it’s a sure thing that we would love to make this a reality. But there is, alas, a problem.
And that problem is in fact the big difference between account switching vs blog switching (more agency to secondaries). Right now, we find ourselves in a tricky position where we are ‘equally’ far off from either solution—but choosing one over another closes off some paths. This is partially why previous efforts in this direction have not gone any further.
Both approaches have cons and pros and require careful thought. For now, we hope to have a decent discussion on the matter before making any decision. In short, we will get back to you on this: whether here at WIP or at @changes.
Best,
—Joanna and Julia
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Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a part of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
This seemed fun and it was hard to pick dialogue that had no context or names haha
??: “What the hell did you guys get me into!”
??: “Come on! Do it. It’ll be fun”
??: “You could stand to loosen up a bit”
??: “We’re all going to embarrass ourselves, so why not you as well!”
??: “What you’ve got to lose?”
??: “My pride and dignity, for one thing!”
??: “So, nothing really!”
no pressure tags :) @yan-senna @sevsnapes @deepperplexity @yellowbadgermole @iobsessoverfictionalmen and anyone else that wants to do this <3
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Hii! I'm currently in a serious snape mood and I was wondering if you had any fic recs that's snape-centric? Preferably without any pairing or one that's a reader insert? Severitus is fine too??? Thanks!!!
Hi there! Off the top of my head, Musicmelis on AO3 has some really great Severitus stories. Mostly Sev becoming Harry's guardian but there's a couple with bio son Harry. And most are without a romantic pairing for Sev and have great character focus and growth for both Sev and Harry.
@deepperplexity Has an awesome collection of Severus x Reader fics and some solo Severus fics.
Trying to think of some more that are specifically Snape-centric and coming up blank at the moment. If I think of more, I'll add them in the comments.
Hope you like these :)
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Title: Beg, My Sweet
» Part 3 of Rolled Sleeves [Part 1 | Part 2]
Pairing: Snape x Fem!Reader
POV: Second, Reader
Setting: Hogwarts, Potions classroom, late evening
A/N: Hi there darlings 🙈🥰
It's been a while, huh? Last time we left you and Severus in quite the state... And, I did receive some wishes for another part of this story so now that I had an absolute craving for writing some Sev-Smut I jumped right back into this story 🤭👏 I hope you've been doing well and that you're excited to read some more! 🖤
🖤 This chapter is dedicated to @snowblossomreads 🖤
Tags/TW’s: Sub/Dom, Bondage, Physical Restriction, Submission, Penetration, Fingering, Light Aftercare, Orgasm Denial, Slight Breath Play, Ownership, Collaring (This is not tagged as BDSM since it does not follow the rules, restrictions, or etiquette of BDSM.)
Word Count: 3.1k+
Recap: ...The groaned moan he let lose sent you over the edge and you quivered, your muscles were spasming while your inner walls clenched around the maddening void.
You whimpered and closed your eyes despite not wanting to do so as his glorious face set in soft lines of pleasure was there for you to witness while everything felt out of order, misplaced and toppled over within you. Your world was being rocked in the most profound, life-altering manner. All with just his unbelievable control, his domination executed in a way more perfect than you could ever have imagined. The pleasure in your soul rivalled that of your convulsing body in the throws of ecstasy.
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Your heart roared, and every inch of you ached in pleasure while you starved for his touch. You were locked in his magic and the tight hold of your hair, unable to move a single muscle while you felt your insides writhe with the need to physically convulse on the outside. No more than a shudder managed to rake through your muscles in a visible manner though.
“Little one,” Severus said and you looked up at him in a daze. His hand stroked its way from the back of your head to your cheek before the back of his fingers graced your heated skin gently. His cock still rested semi-erect within your messy mouth while your dripping cunt cried for him.
“Such sweetness,” he said calmly while his finger stroked away a salty tear before he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and swallowed the remains of his cum.
“Professor,” you exhaled in a whimper, like the needy little sub you were for him.
“You’re still breathing,” he said, almost with disapproval in that baritone voice of his. “Perhaps, I have not done well enough. Perhaps my cum is not enough to drown you, little one,” he continued and your eyes widened ever so slightly at the darkness within his as he nearly smirked.
He flicked his wand and you inhaled deeply with a gasp as the restraint disappeared. You slumped forward, barely having enough time to reach out your hands before you would have crumbled face-first atop the cold stone.
Severus crouched before you and you managed to raise your head a second before his chilly hand grasped your chin, his rough fingers harsh against your skin yet it felt like he held back — his fingers softer than what they could have been. But, you were too enamoured by the way his eyes sought to devour you to fully notice the care in his hold — the offer of support in it.
“You have no idea what despicable things I wish to do to you, my sweet,” he said in half a growl bordering on a murmur.
“P-professor,” you said quietly while your eyes flicked between his. “Sir…”
“Stand,” he simply ordered and released you while straightening up to his full height, towering above you with those arms still on display by the rolled sleeves.
You tried to rise, tried to force your shaky legs to obey but the need in your flesh, the desperation flooding your veins left you a mess on the hard floor chilling your burning skin. You panted and pushed yourself upwards, forced your legs to straighten while you reached out a hand to stabilise yourself with the desk you’d gripped so fiercely but a few moments ago when he’d first rolled up that white shirt and wrecked you instantly.
“Stand,” he demanded while your quivering legs had nothing on the ache in your core. I-, I can’t…
“Little one,” he whispered right by your ear, startling a gasp out of you. “Disobedience displeases me, greatly, my sweet…” The severity of his voice, the rumbling demand within the tone, sent a shiver along your spine. The control he spoke with caused havoc to shake you within.
You pushed against the desk and stood up, your legs like noodles beneath you yet you managed to remain standing with your eyes hooking on the buttons of his vest.
“Good,” he said, and that one word made you feel things not suitable to name out loud. “Now, let’s see how well you hold up,” he continued and your hands grasped at something wrapped around your throat. You could feel it yet there was nothing there for your fingers to claw at despite the cinching sensation.
You gasped for breath, only half able to breathe while your fingers scratched at your throat and adrenaline shot through your veins.
“You will never come to harm in my care,” Severus said before he stepped back from you. “Feel it,” he commanded and your fingers stopped clawing, they simply rested around your constricted throat while he looked at you with something you could only describe as boundless want.
As you allowed the sensation to fully develop, to be sensed without panic, you discovered you could breathe with deliberate effort.
“Accept it,” he said silkily, his eyes raking your body — lingering on your exposed breasts still sticky with his cum.
“S..Sir,” you managed to squeeze out and his lips lifted in half a small smile, he looked approving of your small voice and you relaxed further as his control shined in those onyx eyes seeking to drown you in dark want.
He flicked his wand. Buttons scattered and seams ripped. Your clothes fell away from your body while your hands were raised above your head before invisible bonds held them in place.
Your eyes widened as something wrapped around your ankles and forced your legs to part. Your soaked cunt was fully exposed to the cold air yet it offered no reprieve from the burn within you. Your breathing turned shallower, you struggled more and more to fully fill your lungs but the thing around your neck wasn’t the issue. The smirking man with a cosmos of pleasure in his eyes was.
The invisible bonds of magic around your ankles and wrists tightened and stretched you into an X in the middle of the classroom. The fumes of the cauldron made the air thick and your brain turned muddled as your body ached and screamed for his touch — as it had done for longer than you could truly bear now that he was so close.
Severus moved closer, each step an ominous thud while your hands clenched and your knees buckled under your need. The light sound of wood against wood forced you to focus your eyes, his wand lay abandoned atop the desk next to you while his fingers undid the buttons of his vest. Your already shallow breathing turned ragged.
“For such a long time, you have taunted me,” he said in a harsh drawl. “Flicking with your gaze, biting that lip of yours,” he continued while laying the garment next to his wand. “Strutting about the castle with that body clad in far too tight clothes. Lowering your gaze when meeting mine in such a tormenting manner.”
“Sir,” you exhaled.
“Quiet,” he demanded while he tugged loose his cravat and undid the first button of his white shirt.
You bowed your head under his harsh command, softening your shoulders as he took full control of the situation and your body. I’ve dug my heart’s grave, you thought in defeat as you realized there was more than your submission offered here and you had no idea if there was more offered by him than his dominance in this one little moment. Your physical nudity suddenly meant very little when you felt exposed beyond measure as his eyes traversed every part of you — you could feel his viewing of you on a soulful plain.
“I have been patient, kind to let you pass by time and time again,” he said when his hand stroked your cheek calmly. How you wished that touch to be elsewhere.
“No more,” he declared and your head jerked up, your eyes meeting his instantly as he stood so utterly close. “Accept it,” he demanded while you felt the thing around your neck squeeze in pulses matching his tone.
You tugged on the restraint when his hand left your cheek.
“Please,” you whimpered while your peaked nipples grew too taut, your core too achingly empty, and your skin too starved of his chilly touch.
“Beg, little one,” he said. “Beg, for me to touch you as my entire self has begged for you to crumble under my fingertips.”
You moaned and whimpered as he stepped even closer, if you inhaled as deep as when the buttons had popped your breasts would have graced his chest. But there was no chance for you to do so.
“Beg, my sweet,” he demanded and you whimpered while your thighs attempted to close, to rub against one another and offer your clit some friction, but you were bound too tightly.
You sought his eyes, sought to watch him devour you without a single touch but his harsh gaze forced you to bow your head. To surrender.
“Please,” you whispered. “Please, Sir… Please, touch me. I-, I beg you…” you whimpered while tears began to drip from your chin.
“My sweet…” he said quietly but there was no touch to be felt.
“Sir, please, please, oh please,” you whimpered while your body burned and quivered under his glare.
You gasped as something materialized around your throat. The pressure, the squeezing, ended and something thin and cold laid itself against your skin.
“You are mine,” he whispered and kissed the shell of your ear. “Now feel just what I do to things under my fingertips, in my grasp.”
His hands stroked up along your sides, the chill of his skin sending instant goosebumps all over your body while you jerked your head up. Meeting his gaze, your breath faltered despite the freeing of your airways. The pride shining in his eyes had you on the verge of crumbling.
“My good girl,” he mused when his hands cupped your heavy breasts, his thumbs toying with your nipples in slow circles deriving a suffocated moan from you.
You whimpered and moaned as his hands abandoned your breasts, moving down along your hips until he slides them in between your parted thighs. Your body jerked, your head throwing back of its own accord as he pushes them further apart. His fingers skimmed the outside of your folds, sending jolts of burning pleasure through you as you tugged on the restraints.
“My sweet, such need you are utterly drenched in,” he mused with the hint of a chuckle as his finger skimmed your seam in a shallow manner.
“Haaa—”
“You have caused me such trouble, such sleepless nights,” he said quietly, the drone of his voice as shallow as his fingers grazing your aching clit.
“Please, please,” you whimpered and he cupped your cunt but stilled as you tensed all over.
“Quiet,” he said as his hand hardened. “I wish to enjoy this. Your whimpering makes my cock weep,” he declared with such severity in his voice one could have thought he spoke of life and death.
“I-, I’m s-sorry, Sir,” you stuttered between gasps as the tip of his finger entered you and you saw stars.
“Look at me, little one,” he said and your eyes fluttered for a moment before you managed to find his. “Good girl,” he praised and your heart soared when his hand softened and his finger dove deeper.
He tortured you, leisure strokes only egging you on further. He turned you into a panting mess — your chest too tight, your skin set aflame, your nerves and muscles tangled up into unyielding knots of desperation and need. The room filled up with your heaving breaths, your suffocated moans and whimpers as his fingers played you perfectly. Two inside you while his thumb moved over and around your clit in measured motions perfect for torture of the sweetest, damnedest kind.
“Look what you do to me,” he said and your eyes lowered only to see his cock looking hard to the point of pain while it rested in his hand. “I’ll have you squeeze me dry while you come, little one.”
“Sir…” Your breath caught in your throat and you whimpered as his hand abandoned you.
“Beg, my sweet. Beg, and I shall let you come,” he said with finality and demand.
You begged. You begged through a choked breath for him to make you come. You begged for the pleasure, begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you. The next second the magical bonds around your wrists moved, pulled you forward and down while Severus moved behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist — holding you up while his warm cock nested itself between your cheeks behind.
He leaned forward as you were stretched in the same direction. The buttons of his shirt shimmied over your bare back before his weight landed and he squeezed your midsection gently.
“Say my name,” he whispered.
“Sir?” you asked in a whimper while his cock situated itself between your buttocks.
“Say my name, little one. Not Sir, not Professor, my name,” he demanded.
“S-Severus.”
“Fuck.”
“Severus…” you exhaled quietly and he groaned while his cock pulsed against you as you relaxed. Feeling his name roll off your tongue in a warm caress of affection for the man holding you, who made you tremble and burn while your heart ached for him.
“Your wet cunt has been in my dreams,” he confessed while the myriad of fantasies and dreams of him you’d had swirled like a haze at the back of your mind — not measuring up to reality in the slightest.
“Yet, you far outweigh any conjuring of my dark mind, my sweet. Let us see if that dripping cunt milks me dry as fast as I believe,” he hummed, and despite his confession — the declaration that you held control and power over him — his control far outweighed any and all things at that moment. His entire body was stiff and still, only his slightly quicker breaths and solid cock hinting at his excitement and you rejoiced at it — his control the exact thing you had always dreamt of, always needed, always wished for.
His body straightened behind you and you were jolted out of the relaxed haze when the tip of his cock moved down along your seam until he pushed at your opening. You jerked as he began to slide in, feeling your insides strain to accommodate his girth.
“Haaa—” Your body tensed as he kept pushing.
“You are perfection,” he groaned as he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you up and pulling you back while he pushed forward.
Once he was halfway, your soaked walls yielded and he slid in without hindrance. A hissed breath left him while you moaned and pushed back even more, hanging on the bonds around your wrists to offer support as he claimed you fully.
“Perfection,” he groaned.
“Please, please let me come,” you moaned as sweat dripped from your eyebrows and nose. You were at your limit. Crossing every line you’d ever reached before.
“No, your pleasure is mine to gift.”
He withdrew and slid back in, a slow pace started as he tortured you with leisure and steadiness. Each stroke was a hellish touch of pleasure. Each thrust deliberate and calculated, each hardening of his fingers, each motion within his full control. You were beyond turned on, beyond the point of breaking as tears mixed and mingled with your sweat and there was nothing holding your trembling body beyond him and his magic.
“You are doing so good,” he praised, his breathing harder than before.
“Please, Severus,” you said as he upped the pace, thrusting into you with vigour a second later. You moaned as his cock filled you perfectly, his once chilly fingers now warmed by your contact and gripping you harder.
“Say my name,” he demanded through clenched teeth and you said it like a choked blessing. Your orgasm was kept at bay by his control of your body, the lack of his allowance for it to happen.
Your entire body turned rigid as he upped the pace to a pounding, a relentless claiming that had you screaming out.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come, sweet one.”
There was no world. No stars or air. The oceans and heavens turned to nothing as your orgasm rocked your entire existence. There was nothing but his throbbing cock and your shaking body. Nothing but his groans of pleasure and your screams of ecstasy. Nothing but your muscles’ spasms and the absolute bliss of pleasure crashing over you — drowning you.
You couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t form any words or sounds as you sagged like a ragdoll within his grip.
“Such a good girl,” he praised while he pulled you against his body. “My sweet little one,” he said with reverence in his baritone voice but you were barely aware of it. The pleasure, the exhaustion, the tension leaving your body too consuming. The only sensation allowed beyond the pleasure making you lax was that of his strong body holding you harshly.
“Little one,” he murmured with his nose buried in your hair, “let me care for you.”
You were barely aware of the bonds disappearing, his firm arms hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, before the swaying of his steps nearly lulled you to sleep. A creaking sound reached your ears before a light thud and you were laid down atop something soft.
“Let’s clean you up,” he said quietly by your ear and in the next second you felt all moisture and stickiness disappear. “You did so well,” he continued while you felt something heavy drape over your body. You wanted to open your eyes, to view him and talk with him and be with him but you were wholly incapable of moving a single muscle. You held on to consciousness by your thoughts' nails alone.
The mattress beneath you dipped, the heavy cover was lifted and you were suddenly in heaven as chilly, naked skin with a soft dusting of hair pressed against your back. You snuggled closer with what little energy you had and Severus kissed your exposed neck. The light thing around your throat that had first been cold was barely there to be felt any longer, acclimated to your body temperature.
“You are mine, for all time to come, little one.” You hummed at his words as the world fell away when he stroked the thing around your neck with tender fingers before kissing your shoulder only to draw the cover up all the way while pulling you as close as you could possibly be. You had never felt contentment in such a way before. Heaven had nothing on the feeling of being in his arms, sated and held with gentle strength.
“To think all I had to do was roll up my sleeves for you,” he chuckled while you lay on the brink between sleep and wakefulness. “Had I known, you would have been mine months ago. My sweet one. How I would have begged for you…”
You drifted away in a velvety bliss none could ever measure up to while his hands and lips caressed all your aching muscles and pleasure mingled with the hurt you wished to experience all over again.
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Rickmas day 8: rosemary for holly
18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity
warnings: swearing
warnings: swearing, snape is emotionally stunted
I stood watching Severus dig through the box of Christmas decorations, a scowl etched on his face. He was muttering to himself, occasionally pointing his wand in the box and muttering a summoning spell.
“dammit.” He groaned and pushed the box away from where he was seated. “Where the fuck is it?”
“where is what?” I asked as I fully stepped into the room. Severus looked up at me and frowned.
“The holly. My mother…” he broke off, turning to stare at the box. “She always put holly out. Always. But I can’t find any.” Severus kicked out at the table, watching it move an inch. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Over a little piece of holly.” He laughed as he looked back at me.
“you aren’t losing your mind.” I assured him as I sat down next to him, a hand on his back. “It’s a family tradition. Something you hold dear. It makes perfect sense.” I rubbed his back as he put his head in his hands.
“what am I going to do? It’s too close to Christmas to try to find it in the shops and I can’t grow any. It takes too long. There’s no way to get back to hogwarts to go through my stores…” Severus trailed off.
“and besides that holly is better used for potion making rather than decoration.” I finished for him. Severus nodded and sat back to lean his head against the couch. I looked at him carefully. “What about rosemary?” I asked. Severus turned to look at me.
“Rosemary?” He asked. I nodded. “Use rosemary? For holly?” I nodded again.
“holly has meaning at Christmas. And rosemary has it own meanings.” I tried to reason. Severus nodded.
“it could work.” He breathed out. “Although…I don’t know where I’d find…”
“I do.” I said with a smile. “Come on.” I held out a hand and Severus took it, letting me pull him up. We walked into the kitchen to the tiny garden I had been cultivating in the window while he was at hogwarts. I grabbed the little planter with rosemary and presented it to Severus.
“you’ve been growing this…” he said, staring at the plant in his hands. “While I’ve been away?” I nodded.
“I needed something to do. And it’s useful in both cooking and potions.” I shrugged. “I…” Severus cut me off, planter clattering on the counter as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss.
“fuck.” He breathed. “I love you.” I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I love you too.” I smiled at him. “What…” Severus kissed me again.
“rosemary means fidelity and remembrance.” He whispered against my lips. “Remembrance of my mother. Me. Those we’ve lost. And fidelity.” He kissed me again.
“What about fidelity has you so worked up?” I giggled as I pushed his hair back.
“loyalty. Faithfulness. To me. Supporting me.” Severus leaned his head against mine. “Everything I wanted as a child but never got in this house. Something I only dreamed of at hogwarts instead of mistaking it for being used. (Y/N) darling, you’ve given me everything I could ever ask for.” I cupped his cheeks as he gazed into my eyes. “I love you more than you could ever imagine.” Severus kissed me deeply again.
“I love you too.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Let’s go hang this up.” I grabbed the planter and his hand to pull him back to the living room. “And then we can go test that fidelity.” Severus laughed as he followed my lead.
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Sunlight
Summary: In where Severus receives a small yet lovely gift from his wife on his birthday.
Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader
Tags(s)/Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving) and Fluff
Word Count: 2.2K
A/N: And in a non-unhinged Snape story ^_^! Look I know his bday isn't till January but if you believe, his bday can be every day LOL. This lil short was inspired by a rare wholesome idea that me and @deepperplexity chatted about (love you dear 🥰🥰🥰)
Of course, though I had to add something spicy into it bc well you know me.. Anyways please enjoy and let me know how you like it!
There had been some sort of mild surprise when Severus had awakened on his 70th birthday to find that his hair, once an intermingling of black and white strands had turned fully white seemingly overnight.
The change hadn’t been immediately noticed well because honestly, he had been more interested in the more pleasurable way he was being woken up. Which was with the lips of his wife wrapped deliciously tight around his cock as she enthusiastically mouthed at his hardened shaft before she was taking him into her mouth with fervor.
Even though he had been fast asleep just moments ago, this was more than enough to fully wake him in both senses as his hand trailed down and his fingers looked for [Y/n].
His hand was met with her own as she gave it a little squeeze before she was coming up for air, the hungry look in her eyes was barely visible due to the lack of lighting from the curtains still being drawn.
“Good morning,” she purred before she was leaning back down and sucking at the tip of his cock, tongue swirling in his leaking slit and lapping his seed up right before taking him almost completely in her mouth in one go.
A loud groan filled the air of the dimly lit room as his hips canted upwards burying his cock deeper down her throat from the sudden burst of pleasure that flooded his veins. His head fell back against the pillows as she held his hand, his thumb stroking the top of her hand as she continued.
“Oh my love that’s it, use that wonderful mouth of yours. So beautiful,” he panted as he felt himself already close to release.
She moaned a noise of contentment at the praise as she raked her nails lightly against his thigh, feeling the quiver of his muscles as she swallowed around him enjoying his noises of pleasure. He wasn’t going to last long as he felt his cock begin to throb incessantly at the attention it was receiving from his wife and it wasn’t before long that his fingers were tightening around the bed sheets as his limbs began to tremble and stiffen at the impending orgasm.
A few more well-time sucks here, another languid lick there and [Y/n]’s mouth was being filled with a salty liquid that she greedily drank as Severus shouted her name before letting out a prolonged moan as he emptied himself in her mouth.
Once she was sure she had lapped everything up, she gave his cock one last gentle squeeze and a kiss, causing Severus to shiver as he ran his fingers through his hair, groaning quietly at his morning call.
“Happy birthday to you~,” [Y/n] sang playfully as she crawled up towards him, damp lips pressing against his softly and letting out a faint sigh as he kissed her slowly, the taste of his spend still lingering as he did so.
Fingers stroked her bare hips as their lips languidly met each others. Little rumbles came from Severus' chest as [Y/n] would nip his bottom lip playfully, and quiet squeaks left her own lips when he would bite back.
It wasn’t before long she was letting out a giggle as she pulled away from him causing him to arch an eyebrow as she shimmed out of his hold and out of bed her body still on display.
“[Y/n]?”
“Meet me in the kitchen in twenty!” Was all she responded with as she grabbed her robe that had been tossed haphazardly on top of a chair from the night before. Wrapping it around her and securing it she turned and gave him a wink as she scampered out of the room, a soft tune being hummed from her lips.
By the time she was already out of earshot, Severus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he ran his fingers through his hair. Head flopping back down into the pillow as he let the buzz in his body calm.
Almost exactly after twenty minutes passed he did appear in the kitchen, hair still a mess and a bit of sleep still in his eyes as he was more interested in what [Y/n] was up to. And that’s where the change would be noticed as he saw the twinkling awe in [Y/n]’s eyes as she placed the last plate down on a beautifully decorated table and came up to him when he entered the kitchen.
At first, he was confused as she stared at him as a child would at their new toy. Mouth slightly agape in a smile, eyes wide as she went to play with a few loose strands that were in his face before she whispered in a barely contained amazement,
“Severus your hair! It's gorgeous!”
Not having glanced at himself in the mirror when he woke up, as he had gone to find [Y/n] after her wake-up call he was of course even more puzzled as she continued to play with his hair, a squee leaving her as she pecked his lips.
“Ohh! Happy birthday, darling but I think the lucky one is me today! Merlin, Severus I never thought you could become even more handsome but I was wrong!”
“Love what are you talking about my hair is the same as yesterday albeit less combed considering the early present you decided to give me.”
Her smile instantly grew at his words before she let a raucous laughter burst from her lips while she also tried to speak.
“Well I'm sorry dear I had to get breakfast ready for you but also the same? Severus! Did you not even look in the mirror yet? Unless you’ve been using the color change charm on your hair all these years then I suggest you take a peak.”
Now this had him frowning as [Y/n] gently nudged him back in the opposite direction as he was still utterly perplexed at what she had said.
Her tinkling laughter was still audible as he padded into the hallway, making a beeline for the bathroom to see what in the world she was talking about.
However, when he did finally see what she was going on about he had to say that he was slightly taken aback about the sudden color change, due to it being...well sudden of course. One day there was just a light smattering of white strands in his mostly dark hair that he would fuss about whenever he saw more of them show up.
But now that it was just white as snow, he was surprised that he wasn’t more annoyed by it than before. There was a simple acceptance of it. He didn’t allow himself to ponder it much longer as he went back to join [Y/n] in the kitchen and a bright smile on her face as he came to join her at the table.
They ate, basked in each other’s presence, chatted about the plans for the day, and finally when finished [Y/n] happily gave him a beautifully wrapped present that contained an assortment of rare potion ingredients that she had been able to get imported for him.
"That’s not all though!” He remembered her preening at him, the soft crow’s feet in the corners of her eyes visible as she smiled brightly warming him in every way as she pulled away from the hug he had engulfed her in and opening her palm to show him what she was holding.
A deep purple piece of satin was in her hand that seemed to gleam in the morning light that streamed through the windows and danced on the walls.
“Oh and what is this for?”
“Don’t be silly Severus, you know exactly what this is for. How many times have I seen you fuss at your hair when you’re working on something? You think you would put it up more often with that brilliant brain of yours but here I am, or rather here is something that will do it for you!”
There was only a playfulness in her tone as she scolded him while handing him the smooth piece of fabric.
“I thought it be a good gift, had it charmed so that it ties itself and doesn’t come loose until you tug on it. Try it darling.”
Taking another curious look at the fabric he did as he was told, sweeping his hair into a ponytail and lifting the ribbon towards his hair, and to his surprise, it indeed slipped from his fingers like it had a mind of its own and in a second he could feel his hair being pulled and secured.
“A lovely gift indeed, though I wonder how much of it is a gift for you as I know you have a penchant for pulling my hair down when you get in a mood.”
There was a little smirk on his features as she grinned back at him while wrapping her arms around his waist and snaking one arm up to loosen the fabric. As she had said after a gentle tug it easily came loose and so did the long white strands of hair that framed his face and tickled hers a little as he leaned his head down.
“What can I say Mr.Snape my deviousness knows no bounds when it comes to you.”
“And I would have it no other way love.”
That was the day his hair had turned white which if he was being honest was not a day he had ever thought he would ever see considering his more hazardous youth.
But he was more than grateful to be able to see it after all those years of being shunned. Years of heartbreak, pain, and suffering at the hands of others and even at his own hands. He was happy, ecstatic even if he didn’t show it to be here celebrating it with his doting wife whom he had also been lucky to meet decades ago.
The one person whose presence and love felt like sunlight coming through a glass pane on a cool fall day. Warming him gently, with her adoration and kindness that he had so needed after years of neglect.
That birthday was also the day he had received his favorite gift as simple as it was. Each day afterwards he would wear the ribbon, picking it up from its place on top of a velvet box that it came with and tying back his hair that had grown towards the middle of his back.
He had toyed with the thought of cutting it as he did many years ago, but the doe eyes that [Y/n] had immediately shown him when she begged him not to was what had saved the strands.
And now with the ribbon his routine slightly changed, which sounded silly to say. Whenever he knew he was about to be up to something that would benefit from not having hair in his face the ribbon was the first thing he reached for.
Whether it was potion making, taking notes, or cooking meals for him and his love the ribbon was in his hair. And with it, it also felt as if [Y/n] was sitting beside him even on days when she had to leave the house and he was left to his own devices.
Such a simple gift yet it meant the world to him.
And so it became a trend that whenever it was time for a gift-giving occasion he would find himself saddled up with a new ribbon from [Y/n]. From the color to the style of the ribbon, there was always a variation, something that made it a little different from the last.
‘Just in case you want to switch it up.’
As she had smartly said when she had given him his second one. Yet even as his collection grew, the love for the first one grew with it. While the other ones were just as finely made and maybe even richer in style and fabric, the first one with its beautiful purple sheen was still ever his favorite.
When [Y/n] asked him about it as she watched him take it off one night she was met with silence as he made himself comfortable. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and brought her close to his side as a soft noise of contentment escaped both of their lips as she cuddled close and looked up at him waiting for an answer.
Looking down at her with dark eyes that were always so gentle when they were on her, he spoke,
“I think it’s because it reminds me of our love darling. No matter how much time has passed or how much it has endured day in and day out it keeps it shine. Never dulling, never fraying. I’m truly quite fond of it.”
The light that was in her eyes seemed to brighten as she lifted her hand up to finger through the white strands that framed his face. A smile was offered up to him as she leaned up to bump her nose against his, nuzzling it gently as she stared at him.
“Oh Severus.” Her whisper was tender, and soft like the touch of his fingers that went to hold her side. “I love you, darling.”
“As do I [Y/n], as do I.” He answered back to her, eyes glinting with adoration as he pressed their lips together gently in the dimly lit room that felt warm with affection and care that would always be there for them both.
A/N: Long white-haired Snape is 👌👌👌 Like it's just an image I love so much. His hair tied up as he sits with his wife in their cottage just being cute together. It makes my heart hurt and wobble yet also tight with happiness. Anywhose thanks for stopping bye and reading
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Day 16 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas prompts
December 16: Keep warm.
Severus Snape x Reader
A couple days late this one, but life and work happened. Back on schedule now and time for some Professor Snape love.
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December at Hogwarts was a delightfully peaceful time. School was out for the holidays, only a handful of students were staying over Christmas and they had been content to entertain themselves around the castle.
Severus was using the time to catch up on some personal research projects, as well as restocking the school’s medical supplies. The common cold had been making its rounds of the school towards the end of term, depleting Poppy’s supply of pepper-up potion.
He set a cauldron aside over a low flame. It would need to simmer untouched for a day before he moved onto the next step. He stretched his tight shoulders, realising he’s spent most of the day inside his lab, and headed to the kitchenette in his chambers for some tea.
As he waited for the water to boil, his eyes were drawn to main room of his chambers. The living area was decorated with holly and pine garlands, a Christmas tree stood in one corner, decorated with shining ornaments. White Christmas candles dotted the room around the garlands. It gave the room a warm and cozy feel to it. Once, he wouldn’t have bothered with trivialities like Christmas decorations. That was before you’d joined the staff of the school. Before that stubborn, beautiful energy of yours had chipped away at his emotional walls and wrapped around his heart. You’d brought softness and simple joy into his life, pulling him bit by bit out of his shell. He still had his reputation as the fierce bat of the potions class, but with you he had started to enjoy the life he lived in a way he never could before. Which included you decorating your now shared living space with holiday cheer.
His eyes were drawn to the tree again. Some of the ornaments were older, reused since your childhood or collected along the years. Some were new, Severus had bought some of them, not having any childhood trinkets of his own to add but learning how to build something new with you.
He was snapped out of his musings by the stove top kettle boiling and he was finishing making his tea when the main door opened, and you hurried inside. Severus looked up and just blinked a few times at the sight of you. You were bundled up in a wool hat, scarf and gloves…and his black winter coat.
The overcoat, which was already wide in the shoulders and long on him, absolutely swamped your smaller form, reaching down to the floor and the sleeves falling past your hands.
You set a basket by your feet and after you tugged your hat and scarf off you noticed Severus watching you. Smiling, you headed across the room towards him.
Severus couldn’t contain his rumbling chuckle and his dark eyes were sparkling with humour.
“What are you laughing at?” You asked s you reached him.
“Just the sight of you in my coat. Looks like it’s trying to eat you.” He answered, still smirking. He couldn’t help it, you looked adorable.
You huffed, “Gotta do something to keep warm out there, it’s bloody freezing now. It was this or there’d be a human shaped ice sculpture on the road to Hogsmeade.”
Severus pulled you in towards him, deftly undoing the buttons on the coat and slipping his arms under it and around your waist. “We can’t have you freezing, can we.” He said, “Now, what can be done to keep you warm now you’re home?”
You grinned up at him and snuggled in closer to his chest, “I can think of a few ways.” You leaned up, brushing his warm lips with your cool ones.
Severus’s life had changed so much since you’d entered it. And he was grateful for every moment.
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Reader is trying not to freeze in this and I'm writing it on a 37-degree day (98 Fahrenheit) Ahh the southern hemisphere.
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pairing: severus snape/reader
summary: when the exams season takes a full force, you are doing everything that you are expected to. or rather feel obligated to do. one day severus finds you in the library and all your exhaustion and emotions are let out and you just need someone to tell you everything will be okay...
warnings: platonic teacher/student relationship, panic attacks, implications and actions of burn out and emotional meltdowns, angst
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author’s note:
title's namesake: lyrics from the song matilda by harry styles
hey besties ! long time no see....again ( lets see how many times i say that LMAO ) i passed second year, got rejected from a job, travelled outside london for the first time and collected rocks. theres your authors note update SKVCVJJDJKVJD
i've been in a HUGE writing rut HOWEVER, i do want to keep writing and put out fics i love. and september and autumn is approaching which is my favourite season and i really hope i get to do this whenever i can.
i was sent anonymous request that read: "hiiii!! can i request a comforting fic where severus comforts fem! reader bcs she's having a mental breakdown and burnt out over school works since reader's now on her seventh year and some of the subjects are getting harder and harder. tysm 💚💚" and i very much resonated with this request ( because second year burnout got me LOL ) so to whoever sent this request, thank you !! this request really challenged me as i rarely write platonic relationships but i do love me a challenge so YES !!!i hope you enjoy this oneshot !! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <333
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another academic year was soon making its finish. but there was one thing blocking a hogwarts student to their freedom.
it was the exam season.
undoubtedly it was a time that burdened many students, keeping them up all night practising endless charms and endless potions.
you were no stranger to such a routine. in fact it was something you had been accustomed to all your life.
you had pretty high expectations for yourself and did not wish for those standards to go any lower. with the upbringing and your family reputation, there was no room for error.
studying and education pretty much inhabited your life, at first you loved it. then again. who wouldn’t? the concept of a routine, wearing posh (to some extent) uniform, going through the same halls everyday. not many people had this sort of life and for you, it was a privilege beyond belief. it was really chance to romanticise your life, and you didn’t know anyone outside the wizarding world who had the comfort to do that.
but all of that that came at a cost, with your parents being educators in the wizarding world. there was clearly no room for error.
you had to be perfect at every cost.
the more you had that thought linger over you every day, the more you hated studying, you hated being confined to you and your thoughts and a quill and some ink and answering things that were only right or wrong, no inbetween.
with the pressure of the newt exams, and leaving hogwarts, there was so much to think about.
and there was so much that only you, a mere human being can take.
as you were in your seventh year, there was a lot at stake, wizarding internships you’ve taken, the amount of studying you would have done, how you were perceived.
oh you took that to a different level, you knew how much was on the line.
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your day had been nothing short of horrible. you had overslept and left you no choice but to hurriedly get your uniform on and scurry to your class without any breakfast. leaving you in an unkempt state, nothing like how you would usually appear. you had transfigurations first, you thought of how you had been forgetting something and you couldn’t figure out what it was. but that was then professor mcgonagall reminded you, you were missing your cloak. you forgot it at the dorms, and you couldn’t go back to get it.
so you sat in your class, embarrassed at the fact that your professor had called you out like this in front of your entire class.
after an assortment of classes, you had one inconvenience after another happen today, and you weren’t in the mood for this at the slightest. and it was really starting to get under your skin, you didn’t want to see anyone you knew at all, then again…were you really close with anyone in this school?
so you had gone into the girls bathrooms and quietly sobbed to yourself, you were lucky moaning myrtle wasn’t around at this time…that way she wouldn’t have pestered you. not that you didn’t like her, but she was like a house fly, always around and never really leaves you alone.
you had one class left, potions with professor snape.
it had been one of your favourite classes until today. you had been dreading going into such a tense class, especially with someone like professor snape. not to say you were both on bad terms as teacher and professor, he actually tolerated you.
after the day you had, where everything had been going wrong, you could think of millions of other places to be in rather than potions.
you couldn’t focus at all, you had found yourself freezing up at each ingredient you had used up. were they even the right ones?
you didn’t even realize that your cauldron’s mixture had been bubbling until an explosion occurred, ruining your already ‘incorrect’ uniform and the cauldron breaking apart.
the classroom left in complete silence. did you fail at a potion? you failed at something and the whole class and the potions master were left stunned.
“5 points from slytherin.” professor snape bluntly announced, much to the dismay of your classmates.
once professor snape had announced the assignment for his upcoming class, your fellow peers had left however, you froze.
severus was about to start putting everything away but hadn’t realised until now… you were the only one left.
“miss l/n. class is over. you are free to leave.” severus said.
you shot up, tears brimming your eyes as you approached him eye to eye.
“please sir, let me start again. i can perfect this potion…i know it like the back of my hand.” you stammered out.
“given your lack of participation in the class and your failure to create the potion, i cannot let you do so.” severus said.
you felt your heart sinking, severus glided away from you continuing to clear up his classroom. but suddenly he turned around to find you dropped to the floor.
“y/n!” he called.
you could only hear your quickened breathing, your urge to speak halted by your hyperventilating. severus was about to berate you for not leaving his class, but the second he saw your vulnerable state…all his guards broke down.
“miss l/n, do you know where you are?” he asked.
“p-potions!” you uttered.
“good, do you know what you’re going through right now?”
you instantly shook your head, your breathing instantly getting worse, sweating bullets and your hyperventilating soon turning into gasps of fear.
this was never something you had to go through, you couldn’t handle yourself in this moment.
that was until you felt your professor take your hands and held them tightly between his own.
“y/n…i need you to focus, only on my voice and nothing else. you have to breathe, take deep breaths in…and out…like this.” severus said. he slowly begun to demonstrate the deep breathing and you shortly followed suit.
once your professor found you capable of taking deep breaths on your own, he slowly stopped but his hands still grasped yours.
“there we go...how do you feel?” severus asked.
you only shrugged, you had twitched your lips to at least try and say something but you couldn’t say anything.
you looked to your professor and he gave you a small nod. “i don’t know…professor.” your hoarse voice croaked.
severus helped you up and grabbed a nearby chair, dragging it opposite to his desk and guided your timid body to the chair. “please have a seat.” he said.
you watched him fill up a glass of water in a cup and handed it to you.
“you’ll need it y/n, no point in hesitating now.” he said.
“if you wish to tell me anything, you have the opportunity to do so. but…if you would like some time, to calm down, garner your thoughts…i won’t kick you out.” severus assured.
upon giving you the choices, severus knew you weren’t going to tell him straight away. so he sat, marking some first year assignments. the scratchings of the quills, the bubbling of cauldrons soothed you in a way. you liked staying in professor snape’s classroom, an all round ambience that always satisfied you and made it a safe place for you.
after what felt like hours, you couldn’t let your thoughts be an additional company in this already eerie classroom.
“i had a bad day, professor.” you said.
severus perked up, putting his quill away and all his attention went to you. “how bad? on a scale from zero to ten?” he asked.
“nine and a half.” you admitted.
“quite high rather than your usual days.” severus replied.
you softly laughed at his remarks, and you nodded.
“all of the things that never entirely go wrong…went wrong today. i overslept, and i couldn’t find my cloak. i then i was late for transfiguration and got point deducted. i’ve had such horrible lessons and some pathetic first year spilt their juice all over my books as i was studying. and this class went so badly, i just…i just want today to be over.” you choked up, your tears dropping onto your uniform as you tried to wipe away your tears.
never once did severus ever see you cry. your professor had been stunned to see you in such a vulnerable state, since nobody had the courage to do so.
he didn’t know what to do.
severus was never a caring person but perhaps he could try.
“miss l/n, y/n. you know none of this is your fault, i assure you that things will get better.” severus said.
he couldn’t help but mentally cringe at his words.
“will they?” you asked, wiping away your tears.
severus nodded. handing you a napkin, and with a tinge of hesitance you took it, wiping your face rather than ruining your uniform.
he couldn’t help but think, maybe he could trust one his students? just this once.
“my classroom and my office will always be open for you. should you require my services, i will make sure i can accommodate any of your needs.” severus replied.
your eyes glimmered for a split second, you slowly begun to realise your days were moulding into the same thing everyday but this made it different.
to know that one of your teachers was trusting you and had planned on supporting you through anything a student would need, it was reassuring to say the least.
“thank you professor.” you said, with a small grin to your face.
your professor did nothing but hum slightly.
“now…how about we re-do that potion from today’s class?” severus offered.
“that sounds like a perfect idea!” you replied.
you instantly shot up and grabbed a nearby cauldron as your potions making session commenced.
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since that potions class, you felt as if you could never forgive yourself for having such a horrible day of classes. you didn’t want to be seen as a failure, especially when both students and staff alike thought very highly of you.
you had been queen of the school, you were the ones that people would look up to.
you had been put into advanced potions classes as your success, you had been expected to achieved nothing but outstanding in not just one subject but all of your subjects.
there was a word you had always slowly despised. and it had to be ‘expected.’
you wished for that word to never exist, it burdened you. weighed you down endlessly and you had no choice about it. it never came to mind until recently.
once classes were over everyday, you had taken yourself to the library to study. you practically lived and breathed it by this point, you rarely spoke to any of your classmates and found yourself very isolated without you even knowing.
as you got older, you realized that your studying was supposed to be normal, something that the wizarding world (again) expected of you. you had been drowning in your education for normalcy and it exhausted you greatly.
severus had been no stranger to your thoughts. you had been greatly open about your exhaustion and if anything he was the one you trusted.
you always went to him whether it be for advice, to get away from the usual hustle bustle of the break and lunch periods and even after classes you always found yourself staying at his class or his office.
besides from that, you never seemed to interact with anyone else these days. you didn’t know it, but slowly you isolated yourself from your classmates.
you had your regular transfiguration class, well it wasn’t regular to you. you had gotten a few questions wrong today, to which professor mcgonagall had called you out for. you hated when professors felt the need to call you out for your mistakes, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.
and the mistakes seemed to pile on throughout the day. you were almost grateful you didn’t have potions today. had severus seen the state you were in, you would have broken down at the seems.
you entered the library, your safe haven when everything had gone horrendously wrong. you had taken varying books from the shelves and found your favourite spot, the spot in question had been near a spiral staircase, and by a clear window where sometimes, the moon would shine down on you during your study sessions.
it was truly one of your casual magics of your day.
but today was far from it.
a wave of exhaustion hit you as you slumped at your desk, opening multiple books and trying to scribble down whatever felt normal to you. whatever felt right or wrong, but you couldn’t. the longer you sat, the more drained you became.
hours, weeks, months to study for a piece of paper all to get another piece of paper that determined your future.
you were drained.
all those years of your privilege of education weighed on you. and you couldn’t help but slump over your arms and cry.
your tears dripping onto your work.
you never truly realized how lonely you were.
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“oh severus, you’re lucky i caught you! a word? if i may?” minerva asked as she caught severus right on time.
severus nodded and followed minerva. what could she possibly want?
“i’ll cut straight to the point and won’t stop you from going to your night shift. but have you spoken to miss y/n l/n as of late?” minerva asked.
now that he was thinking about it, he hadn’t seen you all day. he didn’t have his advanced potions class much to his dismay, as they had been the saving graces of his week.
“no i haven’t. i didn’t see her at all today! she isn’t in any trouble is she?” he asked, his brow cocked upwards naturally.
“oh no no, she isn’t. however i have been concerned about her as of recent months. she hasn’t spoken to any of her classmates. nor her teachers in quite a few months. i really worry that the newts are getting to her.” she said.
perhaps it had something to do with minerva being quite harsh on her seventh years, perhaps it was because you wanted to get good grades. but your reasonings were beyond her.
“so naturally you decided to approach her head of house?” severus said. minerva only nodded.
“i know how much those slytherins of yours look up to you! especially her, and believe me she is by far one of a kind. but please make sure she’s okay!” minerva said.
severus agreed, and they had both part ways. he made sure that no students were dawdling around in the corridors and much to his surprise it was awfully quiet, but of course he had known where students had been skiving off. he was hogwarts alumni himself.
once he deducted as many points as he possibly could and escorted the students back to their respective common rooms, he then went and checked the library. it would usually be quiet, however due to the oncoming examinations it was busy, however the library was closed for the night. but it wouldn’t harm him if he inspected.
quiet.
how it should be prior to the exam season.
there hadn’t been many students in the library, except there was one. all the on the top, he climbed up the spiral staircase ready to scald whoever it was. but before he could go any further, he had heard…crying. he grabbed his wand and mumbled the lumos incantation.
his face dropped slightly as he quietly reached the top floor. your books laid out all over the table, he could hear your sniffles, your body trembling slightly. he couldn’t help but frown, you were a spitting image of him in his youth.
he could remember the countless nights in which he spent all night studying because he had nobody to go to anymore. nothing fulfilled him at that time and his education was his only way out.
“y/n?” he called.
you jolted up, startled by the light that alarmed you more than anything. the sight of you was shocking to severus, he hadn’t seen you in such a state. your blood shot eyes, your dried tear stains like snail trails and your pool of tears riddled all over your books. you could see on severus’ face he was disappointed, and that got you in a complete panic.
with a wave of his wand, everything had disappeared from the table. all your personal belongings had been moved to severus’ office, for the time being.
severus knelt to your level and gently put his hand on your arm. “i think its time we had a chat.” he said.
you followed him all through hogwarts, down the spiral staircase and into the dungeons where his office had been next to his class.
severus let you enter his office and you sat opposite his desk. severus sat opposite you, he didn’t have that normal expression, it was a look of worry.
“y/n…is everything okay? some of the professors have raised some concerns. they just want to check in on you.” severus asked.
his words lingered but his voice soothened you, his words were enough for you to sob. all your emotions let out in this small office, and severus couldn’t help but frown.
he didn’t speak, severus pulled a chair and wrapped you in his embrace. never before had he been this caring towards any of his students, he would never have hugged a gryffindor to comfort them from their turmoil.
he let you cry all you needed. it hurt him greatly that one of his best students had been holding such emotions. he slowly took off his cloak and wrapped it around you, having noticed how cold you were.
after some time had passed, he slowly let go of you and you took out that napkin he gave you all those months ago and you wiped your tears on them.
“any better?” severus said. you nodded, “now then…whats got you like this?” he asked.
after a pause, you had fiddled with the hems of your jumper avoiding eye contact with your professor.
“i’m so exhausted professor. i just want this school year to be over. all my revision is going so wrong, and i can’t study. i’m so tired of everything, everything is the same professor. i wake up and i go to my classes and i answer the same questions and then i get them wrong…and i know everyone’s going to laugh at me because they know me and they think i’m a failure, all my teachers don’t even acknowledge that i’m here and i hate it. i’m so…so alone, and i just can’t… i can’t do this anymore.” you rambled, you tried not to burst into tears again, but it was inevitable that such a thing would happen as you found yourself crying once more.
“oh y/n…” severus mumbled.
it shattered him knowing this was happening to you, severus knew you had come to him because he was the one who made your school days better, he knew what it was like to be the gifted but burnt out child and he didn’t want that to happen to you.
“it’s going to be so difficult these few months, i know how you feel and believe me…i understand. quite possibly more than you know.” he said.
“not many people know this, but i was in your shoes when i was at school. everything you are feeling is valid and if you need my assistance in anything, i would be more than happy to do so.” severus continued.
you nodded, a teary smile appeared to your face.
severus only hummed slightly, getting up and going to the counter, grabbing the old kettle filling it with water. you sat there, wondering to yourself. how foolish you were to drain yourself to such lengths, the guilt hanging in the air like a puppet.
you heard footsteps as severus slowly returned with a mug of hot tea. “thank you…” you mumbled.
severus returned to his seat, picking up a few papers and writing in them. you watched him carefully as you sipped the tea he made. it was peppermint. much to your surprise, it was your favourite kind of tea.
“professor, what were you like at school?” you asked.
severus looked up, a shy smile appeared to your face, but it quickly disappeared. he sighed softly, you needed someone to talk to. he put his quill down and got up, rummaging through a box he had at his shelves. he had picked out a few things, nothing that you could decipher what they were.
he placed them gently at the table, you peered over and took a good look at the photos.
“is that you?” you said, pointing to the school year group photo. severus nodded, “i’m surprised you of all people can recognize me.” he said.
“well you do have quite a distinctive appearance…in a good way of course!” you reiterated.
severus half heartedly laughed, not many people in his life managed to do that. but you did, perhaps this was a new feeling for him.
“no need to emphasise, i know you didn’t mean it like…that. but yes, i was a student here much like yourself. 1971 until 1978, i was exactly like you…” he started to say.
should he even continue?
he did.
“my studies were the only thing that could get me away from the reality i lived in, the world was too harsh and i had nobody to call home. not even my own father wanted to make the effort, so my head was always down in my endless books. i…was alone. and i still am, the people i once loved are long gone and the people i have grown to despise may not be around, but their presence still lingers…” he continued.
he had been pacing left to right by his desk, looking at the stained glass window. he could remember all the faces of those who hurt him, those who even tried to kill him. he was surprised how he even survived not one but two wizarding wars.
“i experienced everything you are currently feeling in his moment, the constant exhaustion and the fatigue. reading the same contents over and over again until you tire yourself out, having nobody to go to because you’re alone…so lonely.”
sympathy was all you could feel. you frowned upon listening to him, how could he think he think this way?
“well i don’t think you’re alone sir, you have the other professors…you have me.” you said.
severus look up slightly. the hint of realization at your words, he had you. no he didn’t.
“you? don’t be ridiculous, you’ll leave…like every other student and you’ll be glad you got rid of your pathetic potions professor.” severus snapped.
you both looked at each other, yours with worry and the latter with sheer regret.
“my apologies, i shouldn’t have said that.” severus said.
but what came was unexpected for the potions master. he heard to cup being placed quietly, and then he saw you at his side, looking at him with no shame and with that smile on your face you said…”no one should ever be alone, not even you professor.”
his heart filled with warmth, how could you be so caring and kind at your lowest moments? that was something that astounded him.
“thank you y/n…your words are greatly appreciated.” severus said.
you both sat down back at his desk, where the silence was no longer dreary for the both of you. it was calm.
“i have something for you.” severus said.
you perked up a little bit, curious to know what your professor had in store or you.
as severus looked through his desk, he then picked up a book. it was the advanced potions making book you were using, he placed it in front of you.
“professor, that’s yours…i can’t take that from you!” you stated shocked that he would hand yo something personal. not only to borrow but to even keep!
“y/n i insist. you are one of my model students, your future is bright beyond belief. i learnt a long time ago, never put your prized possessions in the wrong hands. i am making the right decision here, this is something i want you to keep. and you needn’t worry, i have many a copy from this book.” severus insisted.
he was right! he had many copies from this book, he preferred the second and first editions of the book he had stuck by for so long and it had become a routine for him to annotate them the exact way he would have when he was a student.
“well, if you would really want me to keep this, then thank you. that means a lot to me.” you said, your true smile coming back to you.
“you’re welcome.” severus answered.
severus hadn’t even realized how long they had been in his office, but it was certain that it had been way past midnight. but the potions master couldn’t care less. even he could break the rules just this once, if it meant making positive memories for his favourite student.
he hadn’t smiled in years, listening to you talk about your interests, your future, it really intrigued him.
upon hearing how your parents were educators in the wizarding world, he found out where that stress and pressure came from. for him, it was the house. when his mother died, his father had completely taken over. the only spark that lit up the snape household was no more, his father was quick to put that out in an instant.
the smile on your face turned to a frown once you mentioned the stresses you were under, what would they think of her now? skiving off at night to hang out with her potions professor?
severus could read you like a book, he knew there was doubt in you. you were getting cold feet about leaving hogwarts, the exams, being pushed out into the wizarding world. it was all dawning on you.
“if this will be of any reassurance…i want you to know, there is absolutely no pressure for you to be perfect. whether it be in grades or how you wish to be portrayed at this school, its all entirely up to you and your future is in your hands. if in the case things…don’t go accordingly, i will make sure you go on the path you rightfully deserve.” severus said.
it was a lot to promise from him, but he figured he can push some buttons, and pull some strings if things failed. to which he was certain they won’t, but there was no harm in thinking ahead.
“now, i think its high time you got some rest madam.” he scalded slightly. as he looked to his clock and finding out it was way later than expected.
“yes professor, i’ll head back to the dorms.” you said, getting up and heading for the door but was soon interrupted but the clearing of his throat.
“oh, your cloak sir.” you said.
“keep it.” he replied.
“but you never-”
“don’t worry about that. i have spares. i came to give you this.” he answered.
he then handed you an invisibility cloak. “i want the invisibility cloak returned tomorrow.” severus added.
you looked to him and nodded. “thank you professor snape. i won’t ever forget this, not one bit. i never told you this but, you truly are my favourite teacher here.” you plucked the courage to say.
you then did the unthinkable, you gave severus a hug. he didn’t really know what to do, nobody had admitted to saying that before. his arms slowly wrapped around your back and patted it gently, once you both let go you left his office.
he felt a tear escape his eyes, he wiped it away and then looked at the door. he never realised how much of an impact he had on his students, until now.
you solidified that even he mattered in a place like hogwarts.
you made him feel so important.
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the empty dorm.
you couldn’t believe that everything was over, you got the grades you desired and you knew what you truly wanted the moment you stepped out of hogwarts.
you slowly realized that you didn’t tell professor snape about your grades. you left the empty dorm, and sped walked down the spiral staircase. the smile on your face grew wider upon entering to cool dungeons, you knocked on the door of professor snape’s office as you beamed at being in the presence of your potions master.
and then the door opened.
“y/n.” severus said.
“hi professor.”
“what brings you here? the train will be leaving soon.” he replied.
“i just wanted to take a look around one last time.” you answered.
he then made some space for you to come inside the classroom, you took a good look around at every table, every cauldron.
all the potions that were on the shelf, all the ingredients. the candle lit classroom bringing you true happiness and then you looked to your professor.
you thought of all the good memories you made with him. it was truly funny. you had spent the most time with him, more than any other teacher. you remember how excited you would always be to go to potions class. everyone would ask you why you would be happy to see someone as grouchy as professor snape, and it was a question that had many many answers.
but you just did. you liked it.
you then rummaged through your bag and handed him a piece of a paper. a transcript of your grades.
“i never showed you did i?” you said.
severus shook his head, you watched him unfold the paper and there he saw the grades. outstandings with a few exceeds expectations, he saw the outstanding grade in potions and a smirk on his face. he looked to you and nodded approvingly.
handing you the paper back, that small twitch in his lips grew a little wider this time.
“you’ve done me very proud y/n.” severus said as he patted your shoulder lightly.
you had a smile that lit up the whole class. hearing your favourite professor say that meant the world.
you hadn’t heard those words in a very long time.
“go on y/n. the train is waiting.” severus said handing back your results.
“oh right…” you said, wiping away a single tear. before you left the potions class, you turned back to professor snape….one last time.
“thank you professor. for everything.” you said.
severus nodded. “it was a pleasure knowing and teaching you.” he replied.
you smiled tearfully, severus saw you almost breaking apart and that was the last straw for him. he glided to you and gave you a tight hug.
“you’re off to do great things y/n, i know it. and i’m so proud of you.” he said.
you were going to miss him.
the greatest teacher you had ever known.
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it had been years upon teaching you. severus had yet to find a student that can match what you had, he had been going through diagon alley when all of a sudden, he had seen a long que at one of the book stores. he then saw your name in the window.
next thing he knew, he saw your name on the building.
he didn’t bother lining up, he had barged past people and entered the shop that had your name on it.
a brochure on the table’s entrance that read: ‘y/n’s corner. for all your wizardly needs.’
“excuse me, have you seen miss l/n? i believe she owns the shop.” he asked.
“oh she’s not here at the moment.” one of the workers said.
and there he stood.
not bothering to move from the shop
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“y/n, thank goodness you’re here. some git barged into the que and he isn’t leaving the shop! its 6 o’clock, we have to close now.” the worker said.
“right…well, you can go home. i will close the shop tonight, okay?” you said.
the worker nodded and went to grab their things and left.
the worker took one look and left, flipping the label from open to closed. severus watched the worker leave, and then back at the shop, and there he saw you.
“hello professor.” you said.
your grin wider than ever as you approached him and gave him the longest and tightest hug. he was taken aback at first but warmed up to your touch.
you stayed like that for quite some time before eventually one of you let go.
“its good to see you again y/n.” severus said.
“oh we’re finally on first name basis now!” you replied.
“it’s nothing but 4 years since you left. you can call me severus now.” severus answered.
“well…severus you haven’t aged at all, not since the last time i saw you.” you teased, testing his name out on him and needless to say it was a perfect name for him.
“i see you’ve made a name for yourself. your shop has everything.” as severus changed the subject he continued to look around the shop, he sat down at one of the chairs and watched you pt everything back into its places.
“i took a year away from education, making this shop felt like my true calling. obviously i would like to go to university but this shop keeps me going. oh if you’d like the tour, books and all your educational essentials are on the second floor, all your magical needs are on this floor here and the bottom is my favourite place, the café.” you said.
severus got up and took a good look around, the vials of potions and ingredients labelled at the bottom. he put them back and made his way to the second floor where you had been sorting out the books.
what caught his eyes was your name on one of the books.
“you’ve been writing?” severus asked.
you perked up from one of the shelves and stood by severus, by the time you had stood next to him he felt something completely brand new.
his heart had skipped a beat when you were in his presence, you picked up the book and flipped through the pages.
“i write a bit of everything, i think its going to be the one of the many things i love for a very long time.” you asked.
severus couldn’t have been more happier, while he didn’t show it he was happy that you had made a name for yourself in the wizarding world.
you grabbed a marker and slipped a piece of paper into the book, handing it to him with a smile.
“here. its on me.” you said.
“are you sure? i’m capable of paying.” he asked with a brow raised.
“i insist.” you replied.
he looked to the clock, it had been getting late.
“well…i appreciate this y/n, i’ll be heading off.” severus replied.
“will i be seeing more of you?” you asked.
“perhaps you will.” he answered.
you beamed, as you both went to the bottom of the shop you felt something warm grow inside you. it was like you were back at hogwarts, staying in his class after your day has ended. talking to him about your day and he would listen.
before you and severus parted ways once more, you grabbed a hold of his hand, both your eyes glistening at one another and then you pressed a kiss to his cheek. it was quick but it was enough for severus to be completely stunned. he had a tighter grip on the book you gave him, his pale complexion suddenly turning a tint of red as he gazed at you.
“i’ll see you around, severus.” you finally brought yourself to say, leaving to go back to your job.
as much as it shocked him, he couldn’t leave. he watched you from afar and then slowly, begun to walk away.
he then looked to the book.
he apparated back to spinners end, once arriving at his home, he sat down in his arm chair and read the book you gave him. it was fiction of some sorts, he rarely read fiction. not since he was a child. but as he continued reading he could practically envision you at your desk, writing away with that grin on your face and was very much drawn in at every word you wrote.
once the story had been over he saw the acknowledgments page he continued to read.
many people in my life had expected a lot from me and i’m certain dear reader, that if you picked up this book you would feel the same. i hope this piece of fiction gave you happiness, or you hold it in a special place in your life whether it be publicly or privately. my biggest dedication goes to the first person who ever saw such potential in me. severus snape.
my potions professor at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. anyone who knows him well understands how much of a tough nut he is to crack but with myself in particular, he was truly the kindest of people. he supported me constantly in my seven years at hogwarts and helped me realize that the people who ‘know’ what’s right for you are the ones who want you to do so much in such little time, but severus snape never expected me to be a certain person. his presence in his classes made me feel safe, when it was just myself and him helping me out in potions, he made it a safe environment for me to succeed and i couldn’t be more fortunate to have met a teacher like him.
so to severus snape, thank you for all you’ve done.
his brows furrowed as his eyes glazed over the acknowledgment. over and over, moment by moment his heart turned warm. but then he realized that wasn’t the only thing you left him, he unfolded the letter. the letter you gave him.
hello severus,
i think by now you must have finished the book. i wouldn’t be surprised if you did. i know how powerful your memory can be and your ability to retain information always astounded me, even as a student.
i wanted to give you this letter as a sign of my appreciation. i wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me in my time at hogwarts. i know i’ve definitely had my low moments, you have seen this first hand. but nonetheless, i just wanted say thank you.
thank you for being one of the best teachers at hogwarts, no wonder that you’re the best potions master in the wizarding world.
thank you for always helping me be a good student and also a good person. you helped me understand that whatever outcome i have in my grades and in my education, it doesn’t reflect on who i am as a person. i never knew what that was until you brought it to my attention all those years ago.
thank you for everything you’ve done for me at hogwarts.
you were always my favourite professor and you still are. i hope you hear that often these days.
thank you once again.
signed, y/n l/n.
he read the letter once more before gently placing the book and letter at the table by the fireplace, his eyes welled with tears as your kindness slowly begun to sunk in.
he hadn’t heard anyone tell him anything from what you wrote in that letter, and he was more than grateful he had heard it from you.
severus would never have known, but he knew it was certain.
you would be perfect for him…
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