Young Snape x Reader prompt/idea? Idk
I can’t really right so this is a scenario I made up that I just word vomited
I’ve always had a crush on snapes young actor since I was like 8 so this is js something I made up when I would daydream
Student!Reader is a ravenclaw pure blood with no strong opinions on wizards/witches with no magic parents and a lot of ravenclaw and slytherin friends
Student!Reader and Student!Snape meet on the train and click right away but don’t hang out at school as much because Lily told Snape she didn’t like reader. They’re still acquaintances until that changes due to Lily getting closer to James and Severus getting a class with Reader. Little by little they slowly start getting closer together.
Reader would like to spend more time with him but he feels a responsibility to stay with Lily all the time since she was the only one who cared to stick around with him. Reader doesn’t like the way Lily treats him and the fact she’s all buddy buddy with his bullies
Finally it’s all solidified when Severus and Lily have an argument their 4th or 5th and he calls her a mudblood. Lily starts to ignore Severus not only everytime he goes to apologize but anytime he comes near her at all. She starts to stand by and just watch James and his gang bully Snape and sometimes laughs.
Reader finds Severus crying and comforts him. Gives him a pep talk about how wonderful he is and how people make mistakes and no one deserves to be treated like he is. Finally after that they start hanging out everyday. Severus becomes good friends with Readers friends but they still usually only hang out with each other.
Reader tells people in Ravenclaw and slytherine how Lily treated Severus and people stopped talking to her, gossiping about her even. Since Reader is a pure blood that’s part of an affluent family she grew up around other affluent family kids. Overall reader was not only friends with higher influence kids but also very respected among them due to her kind and understanding nature. So a lot of these people started to look down on Lily.
Finally it all comes together when Snape and Reader are near a tree talking one day when he starts telling Reader how much he doesn’t deserve her and kind of confessing and rambling when Reader kisses him. After that they start dating, the don’t try to hide it either. They hold hands ALL the time, sometimes you find the pair snogging, other times you find Reader laying her head on his shoulder.
Lily doesn’t like this, she liked the fact Severus liked her and the attention she would get from him on top of that people she use to talk to won’t even look at her now. She tries to talk to him saying she’s ready to hear him out but by then Severus couldn’t really give a shit.
Idrk about the rest
I know not a lot of people like Snape like that so I’m just posting this for myself not really expecting anyone to see this lol
19 notes
·
View notes
Just Like Him
Mattheo Riddle x Reader (angst)
➸ summary: you and mattheo get into an argument, and in the heat of the moment you compare him to tom
➸ warnings/notes: none i think? lmk if i missed something though!
➸ requested: yes!!
————————
YOU DIDN’T KNOW what was up with him recently. Sure everybody around you was acting up, especially with the stress of exams and such coming up. Yet something seemed way off with Mattheo specifically.
He ignored your texts and calls, brushed past you in the hallways, avoided eye contact in class.
You get the point.
You had tried getting him alone on several occasions, but each time he’d ignore you or pretend he couldn’t hear you.
At some point, you began to worry. Was something going on? Did you do something to upset him? You had no idea, but you were determined to find out.
As the end of class neared, you got more and more antsy. Your potions were basically bubbling and brewing over the sides, and your hair was haphazardly strewn across your forehead. Not caring enough to take care of it, you wiped it away with the back of your hand absentmindedly.
Glancing at the clock at the end of the room, you noticed that the time ticked closer and closer to half three, which signified the end of classes for the day.
After waiting a painful 3 minutes, you quickly cleared everything off your table as your teacher dismissed you.
Grabbing your bag from under the table you threw it on your shoulder and made your way towards Mattheo. He was silently putting some books in his bag, not looking at his potions partner as they bid him goodbye and to have a nice weekend. You noticed he stayed quiet throughout this interaction, and your brows furrowed.
Sure Mattheo wasn’t always a people person, but he was practically best friends with every class partner he had, it was odd to see him ignore them.
In a weird, sinister way, you were kind of glad for this piece of information. Now you knew it wasn’t just you that he was ignoring.
Watching him rise from his seat, you inched closer to him, hoping to stop him from escaping your questions again. His eyes lifted from the ground to look at what was blocking his path.
He all but rolled his eyes as he mumbled a swift ‘nope’ and began to walk off.
You grabbed the back of his jacket, huffing at the amount of weight that you had to pull back towards you.
“Mattheo, come on,” you groaned. You were desperate to know what was up with him, and this silent treatment thing had to stop.
Hearing him give a dejected sigh you felt hope rise in your chest.
He turned to face you, swiping a hand at his face. Now that you had a good look at him, you realized how tired he looked. The usual bags under his eyes were now more pronounced, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you. Normally you’d revel in how cute he looked when he was tired - but this was just concerning.
“What’s up?” he said.
You raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?” you replied incredulously. He ignored you for almost a week and had the nerve to ask ‘what’s up’.
“What’s up is that you’ve been pushing me away and practically giving everyone the silent treatment.”
He scoffed, looking off to the side.
“This isn’t really about you.”
Now this made your blood boil. His pissy attitude was misguided, with you being on the receiving end of it. It was starting to really get on your nerves.
“Well forgive me for assuming! You haven’t talked to me in a week - I have no idea what’s going on with you.”
You tried to sympathise, you really did. However the whole ‘i don’t care’ demeanor he was giving you was really starting to tick you off.
“Can you just talk to me like a normal person? Please.” you begged.
He nodded his head towards the door, walking out to a more secluded area of the corridor. You both knew the classroom was empty, but teachers and students liked to lounge and eat lunch there sometimes, so he decided it best to leave the room.
You followed him out, staying a few steps behind him. If bringing you on a pointless adventure was what it took for him to uncover his secrets, then so be it.
He turned to face you once again, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Bullshit,” you responded almost immediately. You knew he’d come up with some stupid excuse as opposed to just talking about his feelings.
“Well what do you want me to say? I have things to do, I can’t just always hang around you.”
“Hanging around? Is that what we’ve been doing?” you said. Sure, you two weren’t completely official, but you liked to think that you were at least friends - friends who told each other things.
His eyes filled with regret upon hearing your disappointed tone. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
You looked down at the ground, holding back a scoff. You understood he was angry, but you hated when he put his walls up like this. I mean you cared about him, and you wanted to help in whatever way you could. However you didn’t get to share this thought with him as you caught a glimpse of a book on the inside of his jacket pocket.
It was a brown, leather-bound, ancient looking book. With gold letters engraved into the thick cover, you could barely make out a few words.
What you saw made you sick to your stomach.
“Dark Magic?” you whispered, almost too scared to mouth the words out loud.
Lifting your eyes to meet his, you watched as his previously droopy lids widened at your words.
You took a few steps back, feeling uncomfortable about this newfound knowledge.
He tried to step towards you and you slammed your back into the wall in an attempt to be as far away from him as possible.
“Oh God. Matt…” you said, even quieter than last time.
How could this happen right under your nose? How could you not notice him carrying this terrible book around with him? Had you failed to see it before, lying on his desk in his room, stuffed into his schoolbag every morning?
The thought made your head dizzy.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Mattheo pleads.
Your voice quivered as you replied, “I think it’s exactly what it looks like.”
He shoved the book deeper into his coat as he gave you a pleading look. All of these secrets, and now that you catch him red-handed, he wants to act innocent? Now that he has to explain himself to save his ass he will, but when you were calling and texting he had no problem airing you.
You felt manipulated and lied to. How long had this been going on? Did he lie all those times that he claimed he didn’t care about all the things his family preached?
“You’re just like-“ you started.
“Y/N, don’t.”
“You’re just like him!” you yelled, pushing your weight off the wall to lunge at him, shoving his shoulder back.
You were seething, your teeth ground against each other, and the back of your eyelids felt hot. How could he be so stupid as to lead this lifestyle?
“Why would you carry around a book full of Dark Magic if-“
He pushed you back into the wall, clasping his hand over your mouth. “Keep it down!” he said.
While he looked around to make sure no one heard, he dropped his hand down. His eyes shifted from side to side, checking every crevice of the castle to see if anyone had lingered around.
The thought of him trying so hard to hide this side of him made your throat close up. If you weren’t so angry you’d be crying by now.
“All this talk about hating the Riddle name and now you’re falling right into the family legacy,” you said, your voice feeling weak.
The look in his eyes was venomous. If looks could kill you would be a pile of disintegrated dust.
“Is that what you think of me?” he spat, angry at your accusation.
“What am I supposed to think!”
He shook his head, walking backwards from you. A part of you felt guilty, like you were being a bad friend for not supporting him through the obviously difficult time he was having, but another part of you - a much bigger part - knew that him owning that book was wrong. What possible explanation could there be for having such a thing in your belongings?
“You don’t know me, Y/N. You don’t know shit about my family; so don’t pretend like you do,” he said in a jumble.
His hands were shaking as he clenched them at his side, nostrils flaring in unison with his breath. He knew he couldn’t trust anyone, and the fact that he believed you could be different was what upset him most.
Yet nothing could compare to you accusing him of following in Tom’s footsteps, no matter how convincing the evidence was.
He had hoped you’d have more faith in him.
Turning his back on you, he made his way down the hall.
You wanted to call for him, to grab his hand and bring him back - but you knew better. You had to let him go, to let him make his own decisions no matter how bad. While his choices were in poor taste, you didn’t have the heart to report it to the Yearheads, or to even tell a single soul about what you encountered.
One thing that’d always be your kryptonite was the love you had for him. So, as you walked back to your dorm room, you decided to keep the information to yourself no matter how harrowing it might be to hold it all in.
You had to do it. For him.
- - -
537 notes
·
View notes