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black-amortentia · 5 months

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Such a Fall of Snow | Frost - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, just fluff, barely proofread so please excuse mistakes!

This is my story for week one "Frost" of Snolidays 2023! I decided to take all the prompts together and use them to inspire one little story.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Anticipation for Christmas buzzed in the air of the Three Broomsticks, and the Hogwarts faculty were falling under the spell of merriment. Even the unsettling presence of Severus Snape couldn't dull the smiles of the teachers gathered for drinks. His presence earned a few surprised glances. No one expected Snape, of all people, to attend. They would never guess the real reason.

He was here for you.

Severus sat at the end of the table. Easy to slip away when the time came, and he could only have one person sit beside him. The only person he wanted beside him.

Minerva looked at you a few times, almost as if she was sorry you sat next to the most miserable man in Hogwarts. She didn't know you were exactly where you wanted to be. You and Severus were masters of discretion, after all.

You practically ignored Severus as you joked with your fellow professors. But underneath the table, your knees touched. That little shared warmth, the bit of intimacy that was your well-kept secret.

Three butterbeers in, you were happily enjoying the festive air. Severus had been nursing the same glass of wine since he'd arrived, sporting the same unamused look. He could never admit to the joy your smile conjured within him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Severus tip the wine glass back, draining it. He set it down quietly. Severus's warm hand found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Firm. Lingering. His signal that he was about to make his escape.

Then he was gone. You tried not to shiver at the absence of his warmth at your side. No one else noticed that he’d left, his preference, of course, and you didn’t call attention to it.

Quite some time passed, you weren’t sure how much, while you enjoyed making merry with your fellow professors. Soon, you had enough of their company. There was someone else you were eager to spend time with.

After making your own excuses, you rose from the table, rosy-cheeked and cheerful. Outside, the buildings lining the streets of Hogsmeade cast a warm glow onto the frost-covered lanes. The door shut behind you, muffling the hum of noise from the pub. The hush of cold, quiet darkness filled your ears.

"You took your sweet time," drawled a voice behind you.

With a little gasp of surprise, you turned to see Severus standing in the shadow of the pub. His pale face was the only thing you could see at first, his black cloak blending in with the darkness.

"I was having fun. Just because you loathe the company of everyone around you…"

"Not everyone."

Severus fell into step beside you as the two of you set off for Hogwarts. His cape billowed, a shield against any prying eyes who might look this way. He walked close to you, the back of his hand nudging yours but making no move to grasp it.

Always holding back.

"Not that anyone would know," you commented.

There was this side to Severus, a side he let no one but you see. You couldn't pinpoint what you'd done to earn the privilege, suspecting it was a dozen little things since you'd become colleagues. “Severus ‘Humbug’ Snape has a reputation to uphold.”

You blamed the playful words on the butterbeer.

His eyes flashed at your jest. “I prefer to keep my business private. That is not a crime.”

You watched him from the corner of your eye. You knew there was more to it than that. Severus kept a tight leash of control over his emotions at all times, even moments like this when it was just the two of you. You respected him too much to question him, which he appreciated. It was one aspect that made this thing brewing between you work so well.

“Come on, let's take the long way back. By the Forbidden Forest.”

The path was dark, seldom used, unlit. Private. By now, you knew it like the back of your hand, the number of times you and Severus had used it.

The flush of the drinks you had in the pub was wearing off, the chill of the dark night raising shivers over the bare skin of your neck. Few high collars in your wardrobe, something you were coming to regret.

“You’re cold,” Severus commented, noticing the slight change in the way you stood.

He unwound his black scarf from his neck and wrapped it around yours. Severus's hands lingered over your skin as he moved, the brush of his fingertips sending a different kind of shiver through you. The dark woolen fabric, still warm from Severus’s own body heat, settled comfortably against your skin. His scent wafted from it, tickling your nose.

Even though Severus finished wrapping the scarf around your exposed neck, he wasn’t ready for his hands to leave you. They made a home on your shoulders, light and ready to flee at any moment.

Your voice was soft when you thanked him, meeting his dark gaze as it bore into yours. You knew what you wanted. You guessed he wanted the same. Your lips parted as you looked up at him, your subtle invitation. Severus accepted.

His lips came down on yours, gentle yet fervent, knowing what he wanted and somehow afraid to take it. Your mouth moved against his, drawing him deeper into the kiss, hand clutching the front of his robes. His control slipped just enough, and he let himself claim you. A soft nibble on your lower lip made you gasp, and the resulting exploration of his tongue made your knees tremble.

In the shadow of the Forbidden Forest, your only witnesses were the creatures that dwelt within. None of them bothered you, and your kiss with Severus intensified, his hands finding your waist and hip, pulling you flush against him.

You run out of breath first and lean back, but Severus’s kiss simply moves down your neck. After he elicited some delicious noises from you, nibbled a small mark on you that you’d have to hide later, he finally came up for air. Severus cupped your face in his hand, staring into your eyes. The only sound you heard was that of your racing heart and Severus’s labored breaths.

“I wonder if anyone has noticed we’re missing.” Your words broke the silence, and Severus bristled slightly. “Should we head back?”

“We could stay a little longer.” Severus’s voice was barely audible, almost as if he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t ready to let you go.

Wrapping your arms around Severus, you laid your head against his shoulder. He stiffened at first, and then you felt him relax under your touch. His arms tightened around you, cradling your head, stroking your hair. He exhaled, a seldom heard sound of contentment, his breath ruffling a stray lock by your forehead.

Even as white dusted your clothes, stark against the black robes and black scarf; even as the fresh snowfall covered the tracks you made earlier, Severus did not let you go.

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snapecelebration · 5 months

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The Snolidays are back!!

The holiday season is upon us and we’re inviting everyone to partake in the Snolidays 2023 Fest! A perfect chance to revel in headcanons, have Severus demonstrate your favourite traditions, and share the holiday spirit with all of us! Winter holidays of all religions and nations are welcome and encouraged!

How it works:

Art, writing, headcanons, meta – we’d love to share all of your creations with the rest of the fandom.

In order to help spark the inspiration, we’ve chosen a theme for each of the four weeks leading up to Christmas: ‘Frost’, ‘Lights, ‘Preparations’, and ‘Festivities’.

We’ve also included 7 prompts for each week. You can combine several of them in one piece, skip the ones that don’t inspire you, or even create multiple works for a single prompt!

Don’t worry about tackling the themes in order, or about being late. In fact, if you have older winter-related works you’d like to show the Snapedom again, go ahead and send them in!

Either submit the post to our blog, or tag your own post using #snolidays2023 and #snapecelebration.

Don’t be shy about sending us any questions or requests you might have regarding the event.

Happy Holidays!

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decaypepper · 5 months

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Liked some of the themes for #Snolidays2023, so here we go with butter beer.

Hey, professor Snape, not so grumpy anymore, huh?) A little bit of comfy Snape, because we all need one sometimes, don’t deny it.

Nothing like that first sip

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momo-t-daye · 4 months

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“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got your scarf?" “The little asshole was whinging about being cold,” Sirius shrugged, unconcerned by the chilly evening air. “I thought he might gag himself but no luck yet.” “Huh,” said James.

“I still think it’s just a marketing ploy,” the little asshole swathed in woolen scarves said thoughtfully. “Everyone knows he doesn’t sell firewhiskey to students and his butterbeer is near rancid, but once you’ve hiked all the way up here to check out the goat it’s almost a waste of time to not buy something.” “A giant goat is quite the statement given his, ah, past legal entanglements,” Narcissa said with the sort of obvious delicacy that teetered dangerously close to turning suggestive. “It really must be seen to be believed and the last few have hardly lasted any time at all.” “It looks so flammable,” Lily Evans gushed, bubbling with malicious anticipation. The best thing about the magical world, Lily maintained, was the sheer number of holiday traditions that eventually included lighting something on fire. Her mother’s nerves had never been up for a proper Bonfire Night and Cokeworth’s Catholics weren’t the type to celebrate it either.

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got MY scarf?" “Because Evans said it was cold and you gave her your scarf to be gallant and she then handed your scarf over to him” Sirius replied, without any worries over his best friend’s apparent memory issues. “Right,” said James.

“He’s bound to have put up some anti-arson charms on this one after the fiasco with Dumbledore’s pet phoenix last year and inexplicable triple lightning strikes the year before,” Severus scoffed. “If it’s properly phoenix-proofed— and I doubt the rest of Hogsmeade would allow him to put another goat up that wasn’t properly phoenix-proofed— we’d need a miracle to burn it down without being caught.” “We’ve got the blessings of tradition with us, Sev,” Lily replied. “Can’t you see? The goat must burn again!”

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got Remus’ scarf?" “Because I was foolish enough to take my scarf off inside and Snape picked it up and put it and just looked at me when I asked for my scarf back,” Remus interjected, slightly bitter at his ignoble defeat. “Gosh,” said James.

“Twice is hardly sufficient grounds to claim a tradition,” Narcissa opined. “Three is a far more magically significant number.” “So you’re saying it’s up to us to ensure the sacred fires once more hold back the darkness!” Lily said, full of pyromaniacal resolution. “I say it’ll take planning and proper intelligence gathering, neither of which I’m inclined to do while my mouth still tastes like something died in the Hog’s Head butterbeer barrels,” Severus sighed. “Let’s stop at the Three Broomsticks, Potter will buy us all a round of the special seasonal cinnamon spiced butterbeer, and we’ll work on preparations back at school.”

“Hey,” said James Potter. “Why hasn’t Snape got—” “Unlike you all, I know better than to leave my clothes and stuff unattended in Snape’s vicinity,” Peter interrupted, smugly snug and cozy. “Oh,” said James. It really was quite cold.

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For an assortment @snapecelebration's Snoliday 2023 prompts

#Severus Snape #Snolidays2023 #Snapecelebration #self-indulgent AU #Lily Evans #Narcissa Black #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #Snolidays #my art #ficlet

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wellpresseddaisy · 5 months

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The Head of House Therapy Circle and Needlework Club

Severus slipped into the staff room after dinner. He clutched his work bag in cold hands—would he be welcome? He’d refused the invitation for years, preferring to spend the evening with Charity or with his Slytherins. He should make an effort to integrate with the other house heads, he supposed.

But…

Steeling himself, he crossed the room to the circle of chairs around the fire. No matter how strange it felt walking into the Senior Staff Lounge, he had as much a right to be there as anyone else.

“Oh, Severus, you joined us!” Pomona exclaimed, setting down her embroidery and bustling to him. “Come, come and sit. We have a place right be the fire for you—those dungeons are so perishingly cold these days. And Minerva even braved…er, what was it again?”

“Tesco.” McGonagall replied so drily that Severus had to bite his lip.

“Oh yes, such names they have in the non-magical world. Well, she brought several packets of the most interesting biscuits and we have some lovely hot tea. Filius was just telling us about some horrendous editor he’s been forced to work with on his latest monograph.” Pomona prattled him to a comfortable chair.

McGonagall, who sat just across from him, gave him an incredibly droll look from behind Pomona at the ‘most interesting biscuits’ remark. He forgot, sometimes, that she’d lived in the non-magical world. He never wanted to be the sort who forgot where he came from.

He let their conversation wash over him as he sorted out his projects. Da’s would be easy—he could do that kind of cable work in his sleep. Likewise the scarf Da asked him to make for his mate Tom. He’d been a good friend to the family since they met so many years ago. Severus pulled that one out, thick and warm as anything in burgundy wool. It wasn’t a difficult pattern as knitting went.

Nan’s Christmas jumper would have to wait until he returned to his rooms. He’d finally found a pattern for a copy of that ‘I’m a luxury few can afford’ jumper that Nan loved so much on Princess Diana.

“Editors,” Pomona picked up the conversation as if it hadn’t been interrupted. “Are perfect ghouls. Did I tell you about the one that wanted the entire section on the propagation of the Bounding Spike Shrub gone? Said it would only encourage people to try. They should try. The bloody thing is about to disappear from our moors.”

“Er, yes, Pomona. I believe we heard about it at the time,” Filius replied gently. “Mine feels that an entire monograph on Cheering Charms is too limited in scope. They simply won’t understand that that’s the whole point. No one has done work just on Cheering Charms in nearly two hundred years! We’re woefully out of date.”

“Are these freelance editors or with particular houses?” Severus ventured, never looking up from his stitching.

“Mine’s a submissions editor with Draycott House. A shame, really, as they’re so well-regarded in academic publishing and Oxford and Cambridge won’t touch a ‘schoolteacher’s manuscript’,” Filius sighed over the last.

“I was with Halston’s. They do the Herbology journals,” Pomona added.

“Have we ever looked at setting up a publishing house out of Hogwarts?” he asked hesitantly.

“A…Severus, that’s a brilliant idea!” Filius nearly jabbed himself with a tapestry needle.

“It would be doable, I suppose.” McGonagall spoke slowly. “If we work with freelance editors and go about it carefully.”

“There are quite a few researchers I know who haven’t the full credentials who are doing really interesting work. And it might be a good way to introduce that sort of academic work to our NEWT students. A student journal would be just the thing!” Pomona set her embroidery down carefully.

“I thought…” Severus trailed off when he realized everyone had stopped to look at him.

“Yes?” McGonagall prompted.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. We could even publish our own teaching materials. I know most of us set a text and use it mostly as reference.”

“That has long been my own experience,” McGonagall agreed. “The Transfiguration books on the market are useful guides, but they haven’t been updated or weren’t really meant as textbooks. Foundational learning as scattered notes from lectures is not the same as an authoritative text one can reference.”

“It would be lovely to have properly illustrated texts for Herbology. Filius, would you be able to see how much a binding press might cost? I saw one of them at work on holiday last year. We needn’t get a very large one yet. Freelance editing is really quite affordable.” Pomona produced a notebook and scribbled something down. “One of my former Hufflepuffs runs a paper mill. I’ve made a note to inquire about appropriate paper and potential costs.”

Severus stared at the ruthless efficiency of Pomona Sprout.

“I’ll write for a catalog,” Filius promised. “I think I know of a manufacturer. A Ravenclaw with a real passion for mechanical things.”

McGonagall caught Severus’ eye and smiled thinly.

“You get used to them,” she promised, sotto voce. “Organizing everything is how they have fun. Biscuit? I got the chocolate caramel digestives and Hob Nobs.”

Severus took a Hob Nob, still feeling a bit unsettled at how quickly that went.

“Now, we’re all dying to know what Mayhew is after with those pamphlets he’s spreading everywhere.”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “He’s trying to bring back the Protectorate and Puritan rule. It has caused no end of disruption in the SCR since he refuses to room with ‘filthy papists’ and ‘heathens’. I’ve had to give him his own room lest he comes to a sticky end. He’s managed to alienate every other student in the House.”

The other three stared at him.

“And here I thought my Ravenclaws’ experiments were difficult to handle!” Filius chuckled.

“At least he has a purpose in life,” McGonagall laughed. “Have another biscuit, Severus. I think you need them more than we do.”

McGonagall, Severus thought, wasn’t so terrible when you were her colleague. He took another biscuit.

“This is why we shouldn’t go about naming children Redemption-in-His-Name. What on earth is the matter with John or Charles or Vikram or something normal?” Pomona shook her head and took up her embroidery again. “You’ll have to keep us updated on his progress.”

“I…er, yes,” Severus answered.

“Who has a galleon on Moore—the Ravenclaw one in fifth year—making it to the end of the year without having a breakdown and who has a galleon on a breakdown?” Pomona asked cheerfully.

Severus looked to his knitting and willed his heart to stop pounding so. He’d done it. He’d had an actually pleasant conversation with the other house heads and no one disagreed with him or behaved rudely.

Perhaps he really could make a place for himself here.

#snolidays2023 #snolidays woolen #severus snape #Severus isn't quite certain he belongs yet #set somewhere in 1985 or 1986

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postmariannizm · 4 months

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snily fic for snolidays!

I'm late, but I'm here. I have a small snily self-indulgent delight.

#snolidays2023 #snapecelebration2023 #severus snape #severus and lily #snape and lily #lily evans #marauders era #pro snily #snily #snily fic #cokeworth

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cailynwrites · 5 months

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Sock Snowmen by @givereadersahug - a Podfic

Day 5 of a Very Pairy Podfic Christmas

Another @givereadersahug fic, this time Snarry! It's mostly just a cozy little kidfic that will leave you swooning for babysitter Severus. Definitely lighter than our Day 1 fic, Warmth by the same author.

❄️Sock Snowmen❄️ by emeraldlove Rating: Gen Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Cookies, Christmas Decorations, Soft Severus Snape, Cute Teddy Lupin Length: 4:59

Listen on AO3

#verypairychristmas #hp podfic #podfic #snarry #harry potter #severus snape #teddy lupin #snolidays2023 #snapecelebration2023 #cailynwrites podfic

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maraudersaffair · 5 months

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Title: The Forbidden Encounter Author: @maraudersaffair Pairing: Severus/Harry Rating: Explicit Content: Student/Teacher Relationship, Eighth Year, First Time Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Hurt/Comfort Summary: “Are you possibly interested in—in—shagging me, sir?” Notes: Written for week one of Snolidays <3

Read here on AO3

#snolidays2023 #snapecelebration2023 #snarry

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drwhoisginnyholmes · 5 months

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#severus snape #hermione granger #snapecelebration2023 #snolidays2023 #week 1 #frost #darkness #snowfall

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rosie-love98 · 4 months

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All Snape Wants For Christmas:

(I own nothing.)

Long story short, Severus Snape and Constance Hardbroom (1998 "Worst Witch") secretly married in 1984/1985-1987. Their son, Nicholas (the future Nick Hobbes of "Weirdsister College") would be born on Bonfire Night-November 5th, 1986. Naturally, his very first Christmas would be a month later. Unfortunately, with Dumbledore needing to go away, Snape had to look after Hogwarts during the holiday. But as this was during "The Gift Of Gratitude" during "Hogwarts Mystery", Snape's Christmas might not have been a total bummer.

@yaviae @tinyvoidwinnerpeach @theworstwitch @theworstwitchforever @snapeaddict @snonions-and-cream

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black-amortentia · 4 months

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Forgotten Nor Forsaken | Preparations - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, just fluff and some making out, I let Severus be happy for five minutes, I tried to edit better but I was in a hurry so please excuse mistakes!

This is my story for week three "Preparations" of Snolidays 2023! Though all parts can be read independently, I think I have a fun little narrative going. You can read Week One and Week Two, if you like.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Glittering baubles, tiny fairy lights, and silvery ornaments covered the tree in the Great Hall. You were doing your part, levitating glowing glass balls, so they were dispersed among the green boughs. You keep glancing through the hall, hoping to glimpse the pale face you’d come to appreciate, but there was no use. Severus cared little for Christmas, after all.

Maybe you would just have to take the preparations to him.

Carrying a plate holding two festive cookies, you made your way down the stairs to the dungeons. The familiar path to the potions classroom was gloomy as ever, the stone passages resistant to the application of holiday cheer. Much like the man who called the domain home.

Severus didn’t even look up when you waltzed into the classroom. He could sense your presence now, trained himself not to react due to the clandestine nature of your relationship. Though you earned a raised eyebrow when you shut the door, locking it with a wave of your wand.

His lips twisted into a scowl when you set the cookies in front of him, interrupting what he was working on. “What are you doing?”

You came up behind his chair and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “Bringing some Christmas cheer to the person who needs it most.”

“I’ve no need of cheer,” Severus grumbled. “Not sure what the point is of it all.”

“It’s supposed to be a time for gratitude. Togetherness.”

A scoff. “Grateful? For what?”

You cupped his cheek with one hand, turning his face to yours. Severus’s dark eyes meet yours, softening slightly when he looked at you. “I wish you would talk to me.”

There was so much Severus seemed to hold back. Like he just couldn’t open up to you all the way. You couldn’t help but think he would be happy if he could unburden himself to someone. Couldn’t he trust you that much by now?

“It is difficult to find joy in these miserable days when so much that was joyous in my life has been lost to me.”

Moving to kneel in front of his chair, you took his face in your hands. “Happiness hasn’t completely forsaken you, Severus. If you would just let it in.”

A flurry of emotion ran through his eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

“No. I suppose it wouldn’t be.” You took out your wand again. “Maybe I have a different tradition you’ll find more appealing.”

With a swish of your wand, a little sprig of mistletoe appears above your heads, bobbing in the air. You gave Severus a little grin, which he returned with a smirk. A tug on your hands brought you into Severus’s lap, his arms circling your waist.

“Now this is some holiday cheer I see value in.” His voice was low before his lips claimed yours.

Severus’s kiss was hungry and heated, stealing your breath away. His arms enveloped you, squeezing you tightly against his solid chest. You grasped his shoulders to steady yourself, going weak at the relentless movements of his mouth.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, Severus’s hold didn’t loosen. His intense, dark eyes bored into yours. Your thumb stroked gently over his sallow cheek. Severus turned his head, pressing a kiss to your palm that made your heart flutter.

“I think you need to get out of this dark dungeon of yours for a while,” you whispered in his ear. “You know where to meet me.”

You pressed one more kiss to his lips before hopping off his lap. You snatched one of the cookies from the plate, chewing it thoughtfully as you climbed the stairs out of the dungeons.

Minerva caught your eye when you stopped off to fetch your scarf and gloves. “Where are you off to?”

“Just a walk. The grounds are so lovely with all the snow.”

“Alone?”

You forced a light laugh. “Who would I go with, Minerva?”

“Hmm…” the older woman muttered with a click of her tongue.

You tried not to falter as you wrapped your scarf around your neck. Surely Minerva didn’t know? Of course, if anyone was shrewd enough to see what you and Severus were hiding, it would be the headmistress.

But you wouldn’t give her anything to aid any suspicions she might have. Maintaining your nonchalance, you followed your usual path out of the castle, cheerfully greeting students and professors along the way.

The little clearing outside the Forbidden Forest had become a haven for you and Severus. Secluded and peaceful, the trees bore witness to countless moments of tenderness and passion between the two of you. Severus would never follow you out directly, but you suspected he had his own sneaky ways out of the castle. There was no telling when he would appear, and you only had a little time to prepare for your plan.

Footsteps crunching in the snow alerted you to Severus’s approach. You crouched among the evergreens, well hidden, watching him scan the clearing for you. He called your name, confusion lacing his voice. When his back was to you, you struck.

A wet splat echoed in the clearing, an explosion of white stark against Severus’s black cloak. Severus whirled around with a glare, preparing to yell at an unruly student. Instead, he was met with the sight of you stepping out of the trees, covering your laughter with your hand.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You summoned me out here for this buffoonery?”

“Afraid you’ll lose?”

That had the intended effect.

Cold bloomed on your shoulder as the snowball fell apart on impact. The smirk on Severus’s face was familiar, but the playful twinkle in his dark eyes almost stopped your heart. You quickly kneeled down and scooped up another handful of snow, determined to take advantage of the moment.

No sooner did you lob the snowball at Severus before one hit you square in the chest. The game was on.

Once quiet and still, the clearing became unrecognizable. The sound of your combined laughter filled the air. The blanket of snow that had covered the ground was in shambles. You were so hurried and uncaring in your movements that you stopped taking the time to form snowballs, flinging handfuls of loose snow at each other.

Doubled over with laughter, your fingers frozen, clothes damp, you were just about to surrender. Severus bent over to scoop up more flakes of ammunition,. He slipped on a patch of ice and went tumbling backwards.

With a little gasp, you hurried over to him. “Severus? Are you all right?”

When you drew close enough, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down on top of him.

“I win.”

His hands gripped your waist, and you found yourself entranced by his face. Eyes glittering brightly, cheeks flushed, lips curled up in a genuine smile. It was the first time you ever saw him so truly and unashamedly happy.

Your faces were cold as you fell into the kiss, but you hardly noticed. Instinctively, your hands went to Severus’s hair, though your woolen gloves prevented you from running your fingers through it properly. Severus held you closer against him, deepening the kiss. One hand squeezed your waist, the other skimming up and down your back.

You pulled away, licking your lips and raising your eyebrow at him. “Sugar cookie?”

“I didn’t want to waste it.”

You were tempted to make a snarky comment about the happiness of the holidays. Even if you were willing to ruin the moment, Severus pulled you into another kiss before you could speak. His claim on your mouth would not let up anytime soon.

You stayed in each other’s arms for a while; the heat blooming between you staving off the wintry air. You let the rest of the world fall away, content knowing that maybe you’d finally brought some honest joy into Severus’s life.

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snapecelebration · 5 months

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The Snolidays are upon us! ✨

The theme for the first week of December is “Frost”, and the prompts are (in no particular order):

Anticipation

Butterbeer

Woolen

Snowfall

Darkness

Humbug

Forbidden Forest

As a reminder, the themes for the following weeks are: Lights, Preparations, and Festivities.

The themes and prompts are meant strictly as a source of inspiration, so feel free to combine them however you like! For example, a single piece could cover prompts from different weeks.

We’re excited to see all of your creations, whether they be art, fanfic, headcanons, meta - including works that feature ships!

Happy Holidays! 💚💚💚

#snolidays2023 #snapecelebration2023 #severus snape #pro snape #snape #snape community #snape event

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black-amortentia · 5 months

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Despite the Darkness | Lights - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, hints of seasonal depression, just fluff, barely proofread so please excuse mistakes!

This is my story for week two "Lights" of Snolidays 2023! Like last week, I decided to take all the prompts together and use them to inspire one little story. This is a follow up to my story for Week One, and I think the next two weeks will all follow the same narrative.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Winter days grew shorter and shorter, and it seemed like you spent less and less time with the warmth of the sun. Darkness rarely bothered you, but sometimes it just felt like too much. Tonight was one of those nights, you thought, alone in your quarters.

Wand out, you conjured a string of tiny magical lights, threading it around the room. Meant to add a touch of cheer, the blinking lights only reminded you of the holiday blessings that seemed so far away. Standing back to admire your handiwork with the lights, you heaved a weary sigh.

"Something on your mind?" Severus drawled from the doorway.

You looked up, surprised by a visit from the potions master. He didn’t visit often, lest he be seen by one of the other professors. "No, just a little out of it. What do you need, Severus?"

His black cloak swirled around him as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him. "Just you."

You smiled at the softness that crept into this voice. Your Severus, not the man he still showed everyone else.

"What’s this?"

"Fairy lights." You shrugged. "Something to cheer me up."

Severus’s eyebrow raised ever so slightly. "I wasn’t aware you needed cheering up."

"Just in something of a mood. It’ll pass."

A shudder of hesitation ran through Severus, and then his hand clasped yours. Your heart skipped at his fingers around your skin. His other hand withdrew his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. The dying fire roared with new life, filling your office with light and heat.

"Oh! This should be warm now." You flicked your wand, and a small cauldron warming over the flames levitated from the fireplace to your desk. "I made hot cocoa. Do you want some?"

"Sure." Severus spoke as if he were indulging you, but you caught a spark in his eye. You always felt pride in your little victories of learning something he allowed himself to enjoy, even if he hid it well.

Cocoa in hand, the two of you sat in front of the hearth, backs against your desk. Wrapping your fingers around the warm mug, you took a sip of the cocoa. You scrunched up your nose, causing Severus to raise an eyebrow in amusement. He almost smiled, even.

"Missing something."

"Such as?"

"Cinnamon!" You grabbed a small pot of the spice and stirred a pinch in your mug.

Though Severus seemed unsure at first when you offered it to him, he followed your lead and added some to his own drink.

"Thank you for coming to Hogsmeade last week. I enjoyed having you there." You tilted your head, letting it rest on his shoulder."

He tensed, an automatic response, but then relaxed. His arm skated up your back, hand landing on your shoulder, fingertips gently squeezing. "I enjoyed seeing you smile, and knowing that I was cause. In part, at least."

You sat like that for a while, watching the fire, sipping cocoa. The rhythm of Severus’s breathing soothed you, his thumb stroking your arm. Finally, the cocoa was gone, and the feelings weighing on you were too heavy to ignore. Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked at the man in front of you.

"Severus?"

He turned to look at you, your noses almost touching. "Yes?"

"Do you believe in miracles?"

"No."

The answer was quick, no hesitation.

You faltered. What had you expected? Some romantic words proclaiming you his miracle? Maybe.

Severus searched your eyes, his expression changing when he finds what he’s looking for. The words remained unspoken; they didn’t need to be said aloud. Severus couldn’t give you what you sought, not yet. Your eyes darted back to the fire, unable to meet his any longer.

Despite this, he wasn’t ready to let you go. His arm tightened around your shoulder, drawing you close.

"That does not mean," he began, the low timbre of his voice resonating through you. "That I intend to take the goodness in my life for granted."

He tilted your chin up with a single finger until your gaze met his. The fire cast flickering shadows across his face, but his eyes burned with an intensity all their own. They dropped briefly to your lips before returning to capture you in their depths.

Severus’s lips claimed yours, passionate and hungry as his fingertips traced your jaw. Your hand crept up his shoulder, inching into his hair. Severus leaned into you, meeting no resistance as he laid you down on the floor. You pulled him against you, his body covering yours.

Kisses trailed down your neck, breathy sighs drowning out the crackle of the fire. The flames painted your shadows on the walls as Severus chased away your cold and darkness with the warmth and light he showed no one else.

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A Shower of Sparks | Festivities - Snolidays 2023

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, fluff and maybe a little angst because FEELINGS, I finished and edited this through a migraine, so please forgive any failings!

This is my story for week four "Festivities" of Snolidays 2023! This is the final part, and we get to see a little more from Sev's POV this time. Though all parts can be read independently, there is a bit of a story linking them all together.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Although half the students had gone home for the holiday, the Christmas feast was elaborate and mouthwatering as ever. Roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice, and a variety of other delights. The Great Hall filled with a hum of conversation instead of the usual cacophony, which was bittersweet to Severus. While less noise was less likely to give him a headache, it made his conversation with you more likely to be overheard. He would have to be careful of his words.

Being careful around you had grown increasingly difficult.

Not that you had noticed. Severus was always a master of his emotions, even when you were alone. You thought nothing of his silence, pulling him into your conversation with Professor Sprout.

“What about you, Severus? Do you miss spending time with your family during the holidays?”

“No.”

A quick, terse answer, as usual. It was a part of your subterfuge, making a show of how Severus was just as impatient with you in front of everyone. Though this interaction served as a reminder that you knew nothing about Severus’s family. If you thought about it, how much did you really know about him at all?

Under the table, Severus’s hand found your thigh. The perpetual chill of his hand seeped through your clothes, his hand just resting there. A few soft movements of his palm stroking up and down. At first, you thought he was simply in a hurry to be alone. When you saw him take a bite out of the corner of your eye, you realized he hadn’t finished his meal. You reached for the jug of pumpkin juice, brushing his shoulder with your own.

When the feast wound down, Dumbledore approached his owl lectern. “As another successful Christmas draws to a close, I invite you all to assemble outside on the lawn for a final Christmas surprise.”

The hall erupted into murmurs of surprise and curiosity. You shared glances with your fellow teachers, but it seemed this surprise was for faculty as much as for the students. None of you had the foggiest.

As people filed out of the Great Hall in, you fell into step beside Severus. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”

Severus slowed his steps, allowing others to fetch hats and scarves and scurry outside. Neither of you spoke until you were alone.

“Yes?” Severus drawled. His hand went to your waist, eager to touch you while he had the opportunity.

“This seems like the perfect time to give you this.” You withdrew a small package wrapped in brightly colored paper. Severus raised an eyebrow as you presented it to him.

He faltered, looking down at the object between you as if it would bite him if he moved too quickly.

Gifts? Severus knew it was Christmas, but he had not expected there to be an exchange of gifts. Severus wasn’t even sure when he’d last received a gift.

“Don’t just stare at it. Open it before someone catches us.”

Severus pulled apart the wrapping paper, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor when he saw what was within. A pair of soft, black leather gloves with an elaborate design of a snake embossed on the back. Severus was speechless. His lack of response brought a smile to your face. You had hoped to surprise and impress, and it seemed to succeed.

“I have nothing for you,” he said quietly.

You waved your hand. “I don’t care about that. I just saw these and thought you might like them.”

Severus stared down at the gloves, coming to his senses and pulling them on. He’d been wrestling with his feelings for you, struggling to understand what he wanted, what he could have with you. Wondering what you truly felt for him. Surely you didn’t care deeply for him. He wouldn’t deserve it, even if you did.

Your relationship had grown deeper over the holidays, but this gift made it clear. You really did care. Enough to keep him in your idle thoughts, enough to bring him gifts and cheer, even when he thought he did not want such things.

There was something Severus knew you wanted, something he hadn’t been able to give you. Out of fear, of a desire to protect you, he held back. Severus wasn’t sure if he could do that any longer. Maybe the best thing he could give you in return was a piece of himself.

“My mother.”

“Hm?” You turned to him, questioning, as you retrieved your scarf.

“You asked earlier if I miss my family during the holidays. I miss my mother.”

You paused your movements, your hand darting out to take his. This was the most Severus had ever opened up to you, and you would not take that for granted. “I would love for you to tell me about her.”

Footsteps down the hall caused the two of you to break apart. You flicked your wand, vanishing the wrapping paper on the floor, and busied yourself with your scarf.

A few Gryffindor boys walked past, heading for the lawn. “I think Snape’s trying to catch someone under the mistletoe. Only way he’s getting a kiss,” one of them joked, not as quietly as he seemed to think.

“Hold your tongue, McLaggen, or next time it will be house points,” Severus snapped, his voice dripping with malice. He shot you a disparaging look, driving his point home.

Frowning, you ducked your head, stung by his cruel tone. Severus preferred to keep things private, but sometimes it felt like he didn’t want the relationship at all. Staying secretive, holding you at arm’s length, sometimes pushing you away. Even those times when you were alone together, when he showed you the side of himself he kept hidden from everyone else, Severus felt closed off. You always respected him and knew he had his reasons, but sometimes it left you wondering.

What exactly were you to Severus Snape?

With the moment you were sharing thoroughly ruined, you finished bundling up. “Don’t want to miss the surprise,” you commented, following the students out to the lawn.

But your eyes said it all. All the hurt and uncertainty contained within your gaze. Severus picked up on your emotions, but his Legillimency confirmed it. Flexing his fingers in his new gloves, he followed silently after you.

Severus had once ruined the most important relationship in his life by saying the wrong thing. Was he on the path to making the same foolish mistake?

The lawn was dimly lit, students and teachers milling about. Severus stood just behind your shoulder, black cloak concealing his movements. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together. His breath lifted your hair when he whispered your name. “Perhaps we can speak later?”

You squeezed his hand gently in return. Severus didn’t hear your whispered response. He had come to a realization. If this continued, he could put you at risk. Severus had seen the Dark Mark on his arm growing stronger. He couldn’t let you be a weakness, or let you fall into danger because of him. No matter how much you meant to him, it would be selfish to keep you without telling you the truth. A truth he could never tell you.

But he couldn’t keep you at arm’s length forever. Severus knew he would lose you. Sometimes he already felt you slipping away. You deserved more than a man who only gave you part of himself. Would it be better to end things now, before he made it more painful for both of you?

Severus had to decide.

A sharp whistle pierced the air. The crowd fell silent, looking to the sky.

A crimson firework shot up over the turrets with a trail of golden sparks, exploding in a massive sphere of red and gold that lit up the night. The sparks became a red and gold Gryffindor lion in a ferocious roar. When it faded, a similar display followed for each of the houses and finally the Hogwarts school crest hovered above the sky.

While everyone watched the skies, Severus watched you. Eyes sparkling in the light of the fireworks, lips curved into that smile he delighted in. The way you held his hand in the darkness, sharing the moment together, even in secret.

Severus decided.

With a swift tug on your arm, Severus turned you around and pulled you against him. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, hand snaking around to the small of your back. Forgetting all about the fireworks, you leaned into Severus. You didn’t care if someone saw you, just as Severus didn’t seem to.

There was something different about this kiss, though you couldn’t put your finger on it. It somehow held more than your past intimate moments. More emotion, intent, care, more of everything Severus. When you finally broke away, he held your gaze, eyes filled with a resolve you’d never seen before.

“I love you.”

Severus’s voice was barely a whisper, and you felt the words more than you heard them. It didn’t diminish their strength in the slightest.

“Sev…”

“I have many things to tell you.”

Severus could never tell you everything, but he could tell you some things. You deserved all the truth he could afford.

“I want to hear all of it.” Maybe you weren’t expecting the story you would hear, but it didn’t matter. Nothing would change your mind - or your heart. “I love you, too, Severus.”

Abandoning the fireworks, Severus led you back to his quarters. He had every intention of giving you the truth he owed you, but maybe after one more kiss.

A reminder of what he would fight for in the times ahead.

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