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He would never do it, but imagine Snape stripping for you and doing a lil dance. It’s not very elegant, and he’s stiff/awkward, but it’s still sexy and alluring in his own Snapey way. He guides your hands to touch his body, and he smirks while trying not to moan too much. He’ll fuck you, masturbate for you, touch you, do whatever you want him to do because he’s completely at your service.

#dom and sub at the same time #he can do it all #snape #snape imagine #severus snape #severus snape imagine

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Snape visiting your quarters/bedroom for the first time

Y/N: No outside clothes on the bed!

Snape: But I don’t have any other garments…

Y/N: :)

Snape: D:

#could be wholesome or sexy depending on how you interpret it #snape #severus snape

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Severus' mood was declining again, which was obvious, and it always seemed to happen in frustrating waves. He was sick of it. Sick of feeling so worthless and a waste of oxygen. He didn't feel like he was truly living and merely existing hurt him more than enough these days. He was no better than the Hogwarts ghosts floating aimlessly down the halls in their endless loop of a dead life.

No matter how much he tried to do better, he never felt like he did.

Some moments he'd feel nothing, sitting in the Great Hall with a blank stare, wishing for the day to be over just so he could do it again tomorrow. Some moments were just the agonising wait for the time he arrived back in his private quarters until the dam burst, the tears flowed, and he wondered why he ever chose to live in the first place.

Every day was a different battle in his mind and he only silently begged for consistency. Waking up and not knowing how cooperative his mind would be, was his own personal hell. His mind screamed so loudly, and yet no one had the capacity to listen to it. He was sick of hearing his own self-deprecating voice and someone else's would have been a welcoming reprieve.

Recently he had been thinking about Lily and he wasn't sure why. The constant nagging in the back of his mind by his own demeaning voice always seemed to be at war with Lily's. What on earth would she make of him now? She'd pity him, surely. Possibly scold him for not even trying hard enough. He didn't know what she would think if she was still alive. Would she have even cared? What would she think? What would she say?

Why am I seeking approval from a damn dead woman?! What wretched madness has taken hold of me?!

But he could sense something different as the weeks went on. He wasn't sure what it was, or why, but he could feel a change within him that still proved quite unfamiliar. Perhaps it was the times he spent with Dawn, that made him realise certain things within himself. Or perhaps it was her who seemed to knock some semblance of sense into him. That of which he clearly needed, but to his begrudging admittance.

His inner voice was the worst part of himself, but Dawn's voice…That was something else he couldn't fathom. The way her tone gently burst through his own inner cries, comforting a part of him that he never knew needed comforting. Her voice had a strange effect, that of which exuded kindness and patience. She wasn't needlessly harsh, or demeaning. She was soft with her words, and each one was filled with so much genuine sincerity and honesty that she didn't even seem real.

She listened. No matter what he said, she listened. And she cared about the words he spoke.

She didn't lie to make him feel better, as much as his own inner voice tried to convince him otherwise. But her voice…

…Her voice had far more of a profound effect than he ever deemed it possible. And it was a strange feeling because during the moments he felt so low, he craved to hear it.

To hear her.

Oh, he was confused.

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Going through my feed and being privileged enough to witness all of the lovingly handcrafted fanart only to get jumpscared by AI images of Alan Rickman is jaring

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“Severus, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble��I know it’s been difficult keeping this a secret. Hasn’t it?”

Severus paused for a few moments, gazing wistfully into her eyes, before he finally responded with a small nod, “Yes. I suppose by keeping us a secret I wanted to protect what we have. I didn’t want us condemned for this. And your job…Our job…It was a risk we took.”

“You’re not saying you regret this?”

Severus shook his head; his eyes widened, “Dawn, no. I’d never regret this. You’ve…You’ve been the best thing that has ever happened to me. At times I still cannot believe this is true.”

With soft hands, Dawn cupped the side of Severus’ face. Her smile widened in admiration, caressing his cheeks tenderly with her thumbs, “I admire your bravery, and your willingness to protect what we have. We can face whatever is thrown our way, because now we do not have to do so alone anymore. Perhaps it is time we informed Minerva. What is the worst that can happen? We are still doing our respective jobs, regardless.”

“Th-the acolytes – “ Severus stammered.

Dawn shrugged, “We’re involved anyway, making us high on their list of targets. Our love will not deter us from our task, and our jobs. We are both far too work-focused to allow that to be affected. We adapt and we accommodate, regardless of the risk.”

“We also work in a school.”

“And?” Dawn’s gaze softened, “Allow the rumour mill to piece it together. In fact, I’m surprised we’ve managed to keep it secret for this long. Severus, I just…I just don’t want to live life this way. It’s cruel that we’ve both sought for connection with someone for so long, and whence we finally found it, now it must be silenced? We are treating it like it’s forbidden…It’s not.”

Severus’ head lowered, “I am not in disagreement. So many times, I have wished to inform Harry, but a part of me is…fearful. Since the war, people know so much of my life that it became unbearable, and I fled. The thought of having us known – “

“You’re afraid of people seeing you differently? That’s it, isn’t it?” Her thumb brushed lightly over his pursed lips, leaving a small, defeated breath to escape his lips, “Is it so wrong to openly share the good side of you? Why shouldn’t you be allowed to love, or show that love? You spent so long in the midst of Voldemort’s supporters, that you hardened your heart in order to persevere. So why shouldn’t you allow your heart to soften, and show, now? I have seen such beautiful and endearing sides to you since the time I’ve known you – why must you hide it away from others?”

As much as he wished otherwise, she was right. He was so afraid for this side of him to be known…the side he kept locked away for so long. He allowed his bitterness and anger to be his visage. His own mask. The one that sealed away his true insecurities and created an image of himself that invoked fear and discipline. But the time for that now has passed. He didn’t have to be that way anymore. He was scared out of his mind with revealing something that would shock so many, but perhaps it was time he faced another part of his life he wished to change.

He hated the vulnerability, which was why he denied himself any kind of love for so long. Because this was why he had to do it.

“…I don’t know how to.”

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I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever drawn him even looking remotely happy so here

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I love this meme sm

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Severus blinked back heavy tears and looked desperately up at the sweet face that was so patient and careful with him, “What if I never escape this? This darkness that lives in me – that takes hold of me – it keeps coming back - “ He buried his head within his hands. His voice muffled in the space between his fingers as it clawed over his face, holding it as he wept.

“Darkness doesn’t live in you, Severus, it used you, “ Her gentle touch spun slow circles at his lower back, soothing him as best as she could. Her chin rested upon his shoulder and Severus gave a heavy, defeated sigh, “You’re not that person anymore. Leave the past where it needs to be, not with you, now.”

Severus lowered his tear-streaked hands and turned his head beggingly towards her. He titled his head so that his forehead rested comfortably upon hers, and he only wanted to stay like that for as long as she’d let him. She didn’t dare move. She knew he needed this. A simple touch – a connection – that’s all he needed. She didn’t even need to speak the words and already she gave him all he ever needed.

“What do you see in me, Dawn? I cannot give you what you seek.”

Dawn’s lips twitched in a small smile, “I see many things within you, Severus. Things you don’t even see in yourself. All you see is the darkness trapped within you. But I see the light there, hidden. Masked. Your inability to let go of the past is keeping you from truly living.”

“My past is too damaging to just let it go. I’ve tried…I’ve tried…” Severus’ voice trembled again slightly; his gaze struggled to maintain against the woman’s sorrowful eyes boring within his own.

“But more freeing if you do, “ Dawn ran a pale finger softly across the man’s gaunt cheek, feeling every worried crease and imperfection of his skin as it trailed down to his haggard, stubbled chin, “I see that pain within. I see how much it is ruling your life. But you have to let go. You have to be kinder to yourself.”

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Wild, beautiful heart

"Dawn, you are the most exquisite sight for my wary eyes. How do you do it? What magic do you possess that has its soft hold upon my heart? You captivate me in so many ways I cannot fathom. Where others flee, you remain. When those cast stones, you shield me. When sharp tongues condemn me for every ghastly mistake, you soothe me with the most beautiful and kind of your words. How, Dawn? How do you do this? Sometimes I feel it may be a dream. But then I fear the thought because I do not know what man I would be without your guidance. The unwavering patience you have has been a welcome reprieve. Your mind remains open, curious, that which matches mine so perfectly. We step together like a perfect dance, rehearsed with only our souls and words that are not enough to express how I feel about you. I never knew what I sought until we entered the lives of the other. You are, my dearest...the greatest light of my life."

~ Severus Snape

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"Remember, Severus, how scared you were as I informed you were to be a father? The fear you harboured since is something I feel, too. With what I told you had happened in my past, a part of me worries what the future may hold. But aside from that fear, I see the fondness in your eyes. That quiet wish for a family despite your shadowed past, and the pain you did not want anyone else to have. You deserve to have a family, Severus. We both do...We owe ourselves that much, don't we? A future...A beautiful future, untainted by the darkness we've both fought with everything we had left. But now, you have us."

~ Dawn Rheingold

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The idea of Snape arriving at the final battle for Hogwarts has lived in my head rent free. I imagine him saying something along the lines of, “I am no one’s puppet now”, to Voldemort and then just going H A M

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"You remind me of Harry, " Severus pursed his lips, a little bitterly.

"And that's such a terrible thing? He has the right idea. Wise beyond his years, given all he's had to endure at such a young age, " Dawn responded, carefully, "We all heal in different ways. Some wounds run incredibly deep, but all wounds have the opportunity to heal with time and care. But we have to make the effort, Severus. We can only change if we truly want to and accept the help that is offered to us."

Severus clenched his jaw and looked down at his hands, which he realised were slightly trembling again. He hated when that happens. He couldn't even begin to look back at her.

Dawn lowered her voice, close to a whisper, "You have so many people willing to be here for you now. To make up for a time that caused such a frightful rift in your past. You don't have to be that person anymore. The war changed us all, that is certain. But please don't be ashamed of that. Let that change help you grow and overcome the things that were once weighing you down."

Severus quickly glanced at Dawn; his dark eyes locking that with Dawn's ocean blue ones. Her face so welcoming and filled with the warmth his life had been devoured of for so long. He appeared caught between words, struggling to express himself in a way that did not make him sound so pathetically vulnerable. Eventually, he drew in a soft breath, "…I'm afraid of who I might be now. After all this. Throwing myself back into teaching and keeping busy helps me to deal with it…I do not know if being here is beneficial for me, however."

"You made the choice to be here. Influenced by Harry and Minerva, yes, but it was still a choice of yours to make, " Dawn responded firmly, "You chose to return. To take that leap of faith and change the course of your life. To give back. To open up another pathway in your journey with an opportunity you never had before. Welcome it. Embrace it, Severus."

"You're far too optimistic."

"And you are far too negative, " Dawn closed her books and with a wave of her wand, vanished the books back to their rightful place on the hidden shelves. To his disappointment and curiosity, Severus was unable to read the titles of those books before they were sent away. She rose from her chair and clasped the back of it facing him again, "I have to go as I have somewhere I need to be…Approach me at any time if you so need my assistance. Or even company. Take care, Severus."

With a nod, Severus watched as the woman left the vicinity of the Restricted Section. Once she was out of view, he hung his head and buried it within his still tremoring hands, taking solace in the new silence he found himself in. His own head felt heavy and all he could think about was her words, and how they seemed to hit him harder than he ever imagined them to. He didn't know what he was doing, or how to deal with it all. Returning to Hogwarts had been the hardest thing he ever had to face since the months after the War had ended. But again, he found himself in the predicament in losing his way again. He didn't know how to proceed and deal with his current problems. Merely pondering them all hurt deeply, and once again, he felt inadequate and useless.

But she was right. In a sense.

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CH25 - Release

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"Severus, I see you in pain...confide in me, my love. Allow me to hold you while you weep. Allow me to hold your broken pieces together so that you can salvage the strength to mend them. Breathe. Focus. I would never leave your side, as others have. I would never leave you to the wolves to be torn apart, for I will always stand with you. I can be your shield, as you have done so for me. We'll be alright, Severus. We can overcome it all. Have our survival already proven us capable?"

~ Dawn Rheingold

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Going through my feed and being privileged enough to witness all of the lovingly handcrafted fanart only to get jumpscared by AI images of Alan Rickman is jaring

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Can you elaborate on what you mean by any hc or trait can be justified if you frame it right in the narrative?

hoo boy sorry this took me awhile to get to. first off i should say i was definitely being a bit hyperbolic in that post lol. but i'm not completely rescinding my opinion! the point i was getting at is that i think any headcanon/trait should be secondary to its reason for existing. that is, if you can come up with a thematically satisfying reason for why a character might act in a certain way, even if it could be seen as ooc, then you can make it work.

it might make more sense if i give an example (i had a specific thing in mind when making that post, so i'll use that). so i've seen a lot of posts headcanoning snape as someone who barely takes care of himself (he doesn't eat well, he obviously doesn't take care of his hair, etc). i thought this was fine, it made sense with his character, but it wasn't really doing anything for me personally. but it got me thinking about snape's habits, and i ended up coming to the opposite conclusion, instead imagining that snape actually tries quite hard to take care of himself but just kind of fails at it. which i think works if he's not taking care of himself out of self-love, but instead out of a desire to distance himself from his impoverished upbringing and to fit in with upper class, pureblood ideals. and if we frame it that way, it's really quite tragic – his self-care habits (? idk how to word it lol) are just another reason that he'll never fit in with the purebloods whose approval he wants so desperately. i'm basically summarizing this post i made awhile ago and tbh i wrote it better the first time lol so for additional context check that out

so the point is, someone can headcanon that snape eats nothing but tasteless porridge and rarely washes his hair, and someone else (me hiii it's me) can headcanon that snape delicately prepares complicated charcuterie boards to eat alone in the dungeons and tries all sorts of tonics and tinctures to make his hair less greasy (to no avail)... and even though these opinions are opposites, they both work in their own way. there's an internal logic to each of them, even if that logic is different. it just depends on what parts of the character's personality you want to emphasize and what sort of story is compelling to you.

i know this was a lot lol but i hope this answered your question! :-)

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