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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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Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details. 

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard. 

Broussard? 

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one. 

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely. 

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here? 

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there. 

It would just be a quick trip. 

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do. 

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road. 

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants. 

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.  

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him. 

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened. 

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament. 

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less. 

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately. 

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had. 

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’  

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this. 

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.” 

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free. 

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip. 

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there. 

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth. 

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair. 

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause. 

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs. 

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault. 

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.  

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees. 

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times. 

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed. 

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!” 

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath. 

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more. 

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him. 

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down. 

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.  

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her.  Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning 

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them 

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound.  Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants. 

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair. 

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤

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[monster-energies]

you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own

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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

rating: teen and up audiences

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word count:   6717

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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.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

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.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

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.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

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

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“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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[severussnapemylove]

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 :)

#ask #severus snape #harry potter universe

[darkhairedmenrule]

I would just like to say a few things:

1 I loveeeeee fic writers, you all have my heart

2 if you reply to a comment I made? You take time out of your day to reply to little old me? I squeal like a 6 year old getting candy. It feels like I’m talking to a celebrity fr

I just want to thank every fic writer/ author that is on here. You all deal with a lot and sometimes ( more than sometimes) I think you don’t get the recognition you deserve. I can’t speak for anyone else but reading fanfics have helped me a lot. They have helped me kinda discover what and who I want to be, and they help me deal with topics that are hard to talk about irl. So once again, thank you all. Thank you for dealing with hate anons along with all of your own personal lives, issues,etc. Whether you are a big blog or a small one, I love you all the same. In my mind we all hang out like old friends, sharing lemonade( or another drink ofc) and sitting around telling stories about the fictional characters we love. Im sorry for the long ramble I just want people to understand what they mean to little old me

Im tagging some blogs that I really want to thank but in all reality im grateful for every writer/ author that I read fics from( and even the ones I don’t read)❤️❤️

@angrythingstarlight @navybrat817 @plus-size-reader @morvantmortuary @ezrasbirdie @babbushka @bonky-n-steeb @deepperplexity @hannibals-favourite-meal @slothspaghettiwrites @scuttle-buttle @the-wayward-rose @safarigirlsp @bibli0thecary

There are so many writers/ authors that I didn’t tag but still love! Also if I offended you by tagging you please let me know, it was not my intention!!

#I’m not sappy I swear #don’t ask me why I felt the need to say this I just did #I love you all sm

[ao3feed-snape]

RICKMAS 2022

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jrPcpCR

by DeepPerplexity

LAST CHAPTER IS THE PROMPTLIST! GENERAL TAGS - EACH FIC IS TAGGED SEPARATELY!

 RICKMAS is a celebration for Alan Rickman and all the characters he has portrayed. I started with Snapemas 2020, then it became Rickmas in 2021 and now I'm continuing the newly created tradition of celebrating through December with 24 fics! If you head over to Tumblr to find more Rickmas content search for #rickmas2022 and I'm @deepperplexity there as well!

I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, to allow fans to connect and build the fandom further. There have been so many rumours about the Rickmaniac fandom dying, the Snapedom dying, there not being a fanbase for certain characters etc., but I must be in completely different circles from those who think that because I only see everything growing and growing - WHICH I LOVE! So, let’s build our fandom universe further this December!

Words: 4084, Chapters: 3/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Sweeney Todd (2007), Die Hard (Movies), Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Severus Snape, Hans Gruber, Colonel Brandon, Judge Turpin, Reader

Relationships: Severus Snape/Reader, Hans Gruber/Reader, Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility)/Reader, Judge Turpin (Sweeney Todd)/Reader

Additional Tags: Rickmas, Rickmas2022, Christmas, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Shameless Smut, Graphic Description, xmas, Reader-Insert, Short & Sweet, Found Family

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jrPcpCR

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape

[ao3feed-janeausten]

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'AUSTEN Jane - Works' #Jane Austen #fanfic #fanfiction

[mrssnivellussnape]

!FOR ANYONE WHO’S WORK IS BEING STOLEN!

I’ve been informed that there is a page on Wattpad (@mono_rm_love) who is stealing posts and only crediting the writers by saying ‘credits to the owners’ which is by no means credit at all considering the poster is saying ‘thank you’ to anyone who compliments the story (as if they’re the one who wrote it!)

This is the book the stolen fics are inside of ⬇️ ( @deepperplexity I’m tagging you just in case you needed the exact book too (I hope that’s okay!))

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x you #severus snape x y/n #snape x y/n #snape imagine #snape fic #snape smut #snape content #snape love #snape community #pro snape #anytagsthatpertaintoSeverusSnape

[snapefiction]

Snapefiction - Masterlist

A/N: Hi There! That's my Masterlist which will include all my published Writings so far. I hope you enjoy it! Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. 

If you don't want to miss my posts let me know and I´ll add you to my Taglist! :)

(GIF Rights belong to @byaseashore​)

                            Masterlist

to be continued. (last update. April.03)

        Snapemas Challenge 2020

A/N: I wrote those for the Snapemas Challenge 2020 by @deepperplexity​. You can find the original Post here!

Mistletoe or The Bells - (Severus Snape x Reader)  The Weasley Twins hex Severus and Y/N! There's only one way to get rid of it.

Christmas Card - (Student!Severus x Student!Reader) Severus gets surprised by an unexpected Christmas Card and couldn't be happier about it!

Smiles - (Severus Snape x Teacher!Reader)  Severus is mean to Y/N a young new teacher at Hogwarts which makes her wonder what she could’ve done to upset him this much.

Snow - (Severus Snape x Spouse!Reader)  Y/N usually loves Christmas and the whole Spirit of it but this year they can't quite get right into it. Thankfully Severus is there to help them.

Memories - (Severus Snape x Teacher!Reader) About how Severus and Y/N meet, fall in love and how Severus finds Ways to make all those Memories permanent.

Christmas Food - (Severus Snape) After he survived the Battle of Hogwarts he wasn't expecting to getting tricked into having Christmas Dinner with some Friends of the Order.

Ice Skating - (Student!Snape x Student!Reader)

Pt. 2 of Christmas Card , Severus finally gets to know who wrote him his special Christmas Card and eventually goes to his first date ever!

Snowballs - (Best Friend!Snape x Best Friend! Reader) Severus is having a Snowball fight with his Best Friend Y/N.

Fever - (Severus Snape x Potions Assistant! Reader) Y/N is the new Potions Assistant to Potions Master Severus Snape. Packed with a lot of work she won't even notice how she catches a heavy Fever right before Christmas which makes Severus worry about her.

Slippery Slope - (Severus Snape x Muggle! Reader) NSFW SMUT In one of the coldest Nights of the Winter Y/N slips on her stairs, loses her keys and needs help from her Neighbour Mr. Snape. Only to leading to things getting smutty ...

Lanterns - (Severus Snape x Spouse! Reader) Since Severus had become the Headmaster he had changed. Now he urgently wants to meet his Spouse only to tell her something of high importance.

Gingerbread House - (Severus Snape) Severus has been stressed out lately only to be surprised by a Gingerbread House from one of his Students.

Christmas Present - (Severus Snape x Teacher!Reader) After a long time of secretly liking each other Severus and Y/N finally get closer as they reveal each others Christmas Presents.

                             Writings

Valentines Day  - (Severus Snape) Severus is deeply in love while celebrating Valentines Day.

Someone who appreciates me - (Severus Snape x Reader) Years after the Battle of Hogwarts Severus is getting matched up by Minerva against his will.

A pinch of her Luck - (Minerva McGonagall) The Story of how Minerva McGonagall on how she grew to become friends with Student!Severus Snape.

Caught - (Severus Snape x Reader)

Severus admitted that he might have cheated on Y/N.

Phases of the Moon - (Severus Snape x Orphan!Y/N Flitwick)

As Severus reaches his darkest times he suddenly finds a Friend. But where will it lead them?

             Antidote - Severus Snape x ?

Prologue

#1 Tableware and Tears

                     Requested Work

A/N: This is a collection of all of my requested written Work so far! If you want to suggest an Idea you can use my Prompt list! as help or just send it to me over here! The rules for a request are also at the End of my Prompt list. I can't wait to hear from you! :)

Pregnancy Reveal - (Severus Snape x Reader) Y/N reveals her Pregnancy on Christmas through a Present!

Flirting at Work - (Severus Snape x Wife!Reader)

Severus visits his Wife at Work taking his Chance to flirt with her right away.

Admitting his Feelings - (Student!Snape x Slytherin!Reader)

Headcanon, Severus has to finally admit his Feelings for his Slytherin Friend.

Break up and Make up - (Severus Snape x Reader) Y/N and Severus Relationship has failed. As they have broken up Y/N tries to move on. Still struggling with old feelings she is about to marry someone else until Severus tries to win her back.

I miss you - (Dad!Snape x Child!Reader) Y/N admits to their Dad that they miss him since he has been back working at Hogwarts.

                             Writing Recommendations

I also wrote a Post about Fic Recommendations. You should definitely check it out and send those Writers some love. Over Time I will continue to add more to the Post. :)

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I do not own those Characters nor the Wizarding World. Sadly.

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 7. Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

Pairing: Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

Continuation of: 6. Sleigh Riding

A/N: Since I wrote this yesterday and have it ready I'm not gonna hold out on you darlings so early morning posting it is today! So, let’s dive right back in with the nicest man you have ever met, but that’s not where we start today… I hope you are ready for a little bit of hurt before the comfort arrives… 👀💚

Tags/TW’s: Bruises, Wrongful Punishment, Classicism, Confessions, Fluff, Kissing.

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3.9k+

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‘You’ll be working out of sight, wench’ were the words the butler had spoken before slamming the door to your little nook with its cold stone walls and rickety bed with a straw mattress and a too-thin blanket last night. After you had worked long into the dark hours, scrubbing pots and wiping counters in the large kitchen abandoned by the other staff members.

You bent your fingers, the red and blue stripes over your hands ached and throbbed. The lines made from a thin whipping stick stood out like tea stains on a tablecloth. But you didn’t cry now, you had cried yesterday but no more.

You dressed in your usual maid attire, a black dress with a white apron tied around your waist and pinned just above your chest. You tucked your hair into a white bonnet and tied it at your neck, cinching it tightly with trembling fingers from the hurt and the cold. There were only three candles for light and warmth in your little windowless room but at least you were not by any outer wall, those rooms were even colder than your own and reserved for those working the stables and grounds.

Colonel Brandon’s sweet smile and gentle grey eyes flashed in your mind, you shook your head — not wanting to think about the nice gentleman so unlike those you served. You knew it would be trouble, now take your punishment and don’t let it show, Y/n, you told yourself and straightened before leaving the room to start your newly acquired chores extending your day by several hours for the foreseeable future.

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As you scrubbed the kitchen floor, down on your hands and knees making them ache and turn redder by the second, the door flew open. “Y/l/n!” came the shrill sound of the head housekeeper, Mrs Louvé. Your head shot up and you rose as quickly as you could. “Yes ma’am,” you said as you straightened and wiped your hands on your dirtied apron. “Come with me, now,” Mrs Louvé said harshly and you jolted into action following her rapid pace.

You took the servant hallways, the killing stairs with too high steps, and eventually ended up outside one of the attic doors. “You need a dress,” she said with a snippy tone and flailed about a piece of paper in her hand. “I do?” you asked, dumbfounded. “Yes, silly girl, you cannot visit the colonel in this state! And gloves too!” she said as she yanked the door open, revealing more killer stairs, but your mind was on the three words ‘visit the colonel’.

“Come along,” Mrs Louvé sniped and gathered her dress to climb the deadly stairs. You followed in confusion. “I am to visit the colonel?” you asked while you climbed with care. “Yes, did you not hear me, girl?” “Yes, yes I did Mrs Louvé,” but that doesn’t explain anything.

A little while later the head housekeeper found a dress in one of the many chests. It was nothing special to anyone usually wearing fancy gowns and the like, but to you, it was truly a pretty piece of clothing. The light green satin with white lace details, the wider skirt and the sleeves stopping midway down the forearms with a frilly of white lace were truly pretty. “I’m to wear this?” you asked. “Yes, we’re not dressing the cat, are we?” Mrs Louvé scoffed and shoved the dress into your arms.

“Take a bath, fix that mane of yours and get dressed. Wear these too,” she added and handed over a set of white satin gloves that would reach to your elbows, meaning none of the markings on your hands would be visible. You gawked at her back while she strutted away and began climbing down the horrible stairs.

I’m to meet him again?

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The simple sleigh you had been riding in stopped right at the front doors of Delaford Estate. Your stomach was tied up in knots while your heart seemed to run rampant within your chest, hidden behind the ill-fitting dress constantly not made for your body but cinched tight enough to look decent.

Unable to stop thinking of Lord Billington’s last words to you about not ruining their reputation with the upstanding man you were to meet. You didn’t know why the colonel had called for you, or why he wished for your company. However, you couldn’t deceive yourself regarding the joy you felt at seeing the man once more — dressed more properly this time too.

You drew a deep breath while clambering out of the too-high sleigh, made for transporting goods rather than people, and walked towards the large steps and the towering entrance door while the sleigh pulled away; leaving you alone.

The doors opened as you took the last step up. “Miss Y/l/n, welcome,” a finely dressed butler said with a smile. You smiled back at him and curtsied, the man was above you in station after all. “Good afternoon,” you said quietly while trying to work past the lump in your throat as he stepped aside to allow you entrance into the grand hall beyond. The deep mahogany colours, the polished marble floor and the beautiful pieces of art welcoming visitors took your breath away for a moment.

“Colonel Brandon awaits in the grand hall,” the butler said. “I shall take you to him, miss Y/l/n.” “Thank you, sir,” you said and followed the man, doing your utmost not to look around too much. But the estate was in splendid condition, and there was a sense of calmness resting over it that soothed something within you, warming and comforting. And the staff you passed weren’t rushing, they appeared collected and happy. It made you tug on the silky fabric of your gloves which hid your punishment for inconveniencing the man yesterday.

You entered through an arched doorway and stopped. It was a magnificent room with a giant wall of windows, on one side an enormous fireplace with a roaring fire, on the other, a grand piano polished to a shine and there, slightly off towards the side of it, he stood. Colonel Brandon. Your heart did a little flip when seeing him.

“Miss Y/l/n has arrived, my Lord.” You stepped forth as the butler announced your arrival. “Good afternoon, Colonel Brandon,” you said as you curtsied deeply. “You’re here!” came the happy voice of Annie as she rounded the piano, you hadn’t seen her crouched behind it. “Miss Hatchet,” you said and smiled at the child who positively beamed at you while running up. Her pale pink dress flopped around her legs while her golden curls bounced around her face.

“Can we have the cookies now, uncle?” she asked and the both of you looked towards the straight-backed man dressed in bronze-coloured clothes with polished black boots on his feet. The black silk cravat around his neck was pinned with a small golden pin. He was a stunning man, his singular features only making him more handsome.

He smiled tightly at the girl and nodded, “We can.” “You’re going to love Mrs Mender’s cookies,” Annie said and took your hand, leading you toward a small sitting area by the fireplace while you glanced back towards the colonel. He appeared to watch you most carefully, his grey eyes soft but piercing. It made your cheeks heat.

“Come on, uncle,” Annie said while plopping herself down on the sofa, leaving you to stand awkwardly by the table — fighting the urge to serve the two. “Please, miss Y/l/n, have a seat,” said the colonel as he appeared next to you. “Thank you, sir,” you said and took the seat next to Annie while he sat down in one of the two cushioned chairs opposite you. “Tea?” he asked and you scrambled to grab the teapot.

But his hand shot out to stay you. “No, no, you are my guest, miss. Allow me,” he said and your eyes widened while you retracted your hands before he had a chance to actually touch the silk covering them. “Sir, it is not—” “Proper? There is none but us here, and to have a lady serve tea as the honoured guest would be rude, no?” he said while tilting his head and smiling towards you. Those thin lips looked too inviting and you had to hold your breath not to gasp at your own thoughts.

So, you nodded and allowed him to pour the hot drink into the beautiful china you had never dared consider drinking out of until the very moment he turned the ear of the cup towards you. “I want chocolate milk,” Annie said while Colonel Brandon poured tea into his own cup. “Certainly, little princess,” he said and the way he seemed to dote on his niece was charmingly sweet.

She snagged a cookie and you all fell into a stiff silence, or perhaps it was only stiff to you. It was hard to tell while you could hear your own pulse run amok. You sipped on your tea while the colonel watched you. Something about how he looked at you made you feel different, as if you should straighten your back and show your best side. It was ridiculous how warm your palms had become and how hot the air seemed all of a sudden.

“Have a cookie,” Annie said and pointed to the silver tray filled with Christmas cookies and other sweet treats you had never had before. “Please, help yourself, miss,” said the colonel and you obliged, slowly reaching out to take one of the smallest cookies that looked the least fancy, the least expensive. “Not that one,” Annie exclaimed, “take the big one.” “Annie,” Colonel Brandon scolded, his voice a bit darker than before. “What?” she asked with her mouth full of cookie crumbs. “Miss Y/l/n is perfectly capable of choosing her own treat.” “But—” “No.”

Annie sulked for a moment but then shrugged herself out of it, all while your hand was halted mid-air above the cookies while you looked between the two until Colonel Brandon smiled with encouragement towards you and you took the small cookie you had been aiming for, feeling utterly misplaced and unsure of yourself.

“Tell me,” Colonel Brandon began, “how did things turn out yesterday?” You swallowed the absolutely delicious cookie you had in your mouth and folded your hands atop your dress. “I’m afraid I do not know what you mean now, sir,” you said in earnest. “That butler appeared quite aggravated.” “Oh, I’m quite alright.” “Is that so?”

Something about those gentle but piercing eyes made your breath hitched before you managed to swallow and nod. What else were you supposed to do? Inform the nicest man you had ever had the pleasure of meeting who also appeared to run a happy household and be loved by children that you had endured hand-lashings and gruelling work at his insistence to take you home in his sleigh? I think not.

“You have gloves today!” Annie suddenly exclaimed from beside you, oblivious to the exchange between the adults in the room. “I do, do you approve of them? I’m no lady, so I’m not sure how proper they are?” you said even if you knew, having dressed fine ladies for the last two years. “I think they look fancy,” she said with a beaming smile before she snagged yet another cookie. “Your stomach will hurt,” you cautioned gently but the child scoffed and Colonel Brandon chuckled.

You turned to look towards him, the sound was just so beautiful coming from him. “No need to worry, miss Y/l/n, Annie is quite capable of eating more cookies than what is deemed healthy,” he said and your cheeks heated anew. “Sweet of you to care for my tummy though, isn’t it uncle?” she said and the man nodded before setting down his cup. Once more you felt out of place but it wasn’t truly uncomfortable, just new and uncharted territory.

“Annie, go fetch Mr Bracket,” he suddenly said and the child beamed at him before bolting out of the room so fast you barely had time to react. “Miss,” Colonel Brandon said and you turned your attention to him, “my niece thinks you are a nice person,” he continued and you softened at the words. “I usually do not care for children, I must confess,” you said sheepishly and he nodded. “But she is quite the honest delight to be around,” you continued and he smiled gently at you. “She is indeed,” he said thoughtfully and you tilted your head. “Something the matter, sir?” “She is in my care, her parents having succumbed to pneumonia a mere month ago,” he replied and you stiffened. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” you said truthfully.

A moment passed while the colonel watched the fire dance in the hearth. “I fear I am doing a poor job,” he said quietly. “She has not smiled, before yesterday.” “Yesterday?” you asked. “Yes, upon meeting you. She became the child I have always known her to be and has not been quiet about you since then.” He chuckled and looked at you. “She even scolded me for not taking you home with us yesterday, sulking in her room like the child she is that you were left with that, well, less than good-natured butler.” He appeared almost embarrassed by his own words, looking you up and down as if he didn’t know where to place his eyes.

“I do not know what to say, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed while you looked at the sweet man before you that had your insides in a twist over his gentleness and care, even for a child not his own. “I must confess myself to be, at a loss,” he continued. “At a loss, sir?” “Yes, Annie is not the only one—” “Found him, uncle!” came the voice of Annie followed by rushing footsteps in two different strides.

You both looked over, seeing Annie followed by the butler you had been greeted by carrying a violin. You wished she had been a moment longer, curious about what the colonel had been about to say.

“My Lord,” Mr Bracket said and the colonel stood. “Annie, will you do the honour?” he asked and she nodded vigorously. The butler followed the child towards the piano where she sat on the stool, looking utterly at home at the big instrument. “You play, miss Hatchet?” you asked and she nodded. “We will play, and you will dance with my uncle,” she beamed out while all colour left your face. I cannot dance, you thought as your body stiffened.

“Miss Y/l/n, will you do me the honour?” Colonel Brandon asked while stopping next to you, holding out his hand for you to take. “I-, sir, I cannot dance,” you said while lowering your head, feeling less than adequate. “Not to worry, I shall lead you,” he simply replied. “You need only follow.”

You gulped down a breath while the music, some soft carol, began to play. Just a piano and a violin filled the space with soft sounds. “Come,” he urged and you reached out your hand tentatively. He took it gently but sturdily, making your sore skin hurt just a smidge but you managed to hide it.

He took you in his arms, telling you to rest your hand upon his shoulder while he placed his own at your waste, shooting fire through your entire body at the close proximity and gentle hold. He was such a gorgeous man, and so good-natured and kind. He was truly unlike any man you had ever met. But, up close, in his personal space, you felt a slight sadness within him. Something hidden.

“Now, you begin with your left, and then follow my lead.” “Sir, I really must protest—” “Here we go, miss,” he interrupted and spun you off. But you didn’t trip or falter.

He lead you with expert grace, it felt as if your body knew what to do a second before he asked it of you. A natural leader, a commander, a colonel. You could scarcely believe it, but you were dancing with a colonel at a fine estate clad in a real dress with silky gloves and your hair nicely ordered. No servant bonnet or pinned apron. No flat working shoes or duster in your hand. It was magical, and unbelievable.

“You are a natural,” he said and you blushed under his sweet gaze, wanting to impress the man who made you feel so different. But then he grasped your leading hand a bit harder to spin you out and you winched, biting down on your bottom lip and cinching your eyes closed for a second.

“Y/n?” he asked, your name sounding beautiful in his baritone voice, at the same second you tugged your hand free by instinct. The glove slipped and remained in his grip, baring your damaged hand with the purple lines looking most gruesome in the bright room.

He drew in a harsh breath as you stepped back, clutching your naked hand to your chest, attempting to hide it while you felt nauseating fear for what he was thinking grip you. “Your hand-, what happened?” he asked as he stepped closer, your silky glove still clutched in his hand. “I told you, it was not proper for me to ride in your sleigh, colonel. I told you,” you nearly whispered out while sadness took hold of your heart. Reality taking hold once more.

He was not a man for you, no matter that he made your heart sing and your body warm. You were a measly maid while he was a colonel. You did not belong in his world, as he did not belong in yours.

The music stopped and silence descended. “I did not think—” “We are not the same, colonel,” you interrupted despite how rude it was. “If there is a mistake, an impropriety, you are not to be blamed or held responsible, it befalls me. The punishment is always mine to bear.”

Your words made him stiffen, his eyes widening with something akin to horror as realisation seemed to dawn on him; he was the cause of your damaged hands. “There should be no punishment,” he said with a dark voice that did not suit the gentleman you had come to know him as. “But there always is,” you said quietly. “Please, sir, return my glove so I may leave.” “No.”

You stiffened and looked up at him. “No?” “I am not sending you back to that house to be harmed,” he said as if it was a declaration of the utmost importance. You wished his words to be true, that he would ask you to remain, with him. No matter how silly it was. You felt at home by his side despite everything telling you how wrong it all was. How out of place you were in his world of ballroom dancing and sweet treats to take delight in.

“Uncle, what’s happening?” Annie asked quietly, confusion in her bright voice. “We are asking miss Y/l/n to stay with us,” he simply stated but his eyes never left you. “We are?” she asked with sudden joy in her voice. “Because you love her, uncle?”

The look he gave you was that of mortification and worry, of wishing and inner battling. You knew that because you felt similar about your feelings for him. “Annie, you errant child, you do not speak like that,” he scolded. “But you said so yesterday!” “I did not,” he grumbled while his cheeks turned pinkish. “Yes you did, you said she was the prettiest woman you had ever seen and she wasn’t even dressed properly or ordered. That your taciturn heart was happy when she talked—” “Annie, enough,” he interrupted and the child had the decency to fall silent while he looked ever more sheepish. His shoulders crept towards his ears before he reacted and forced his back to straighten under your shocked gaze.

But your heart fluttered, your body turned soft and warm while your hands fell to the sides of your body. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to speak while he averted his gaze for a moment, as if he needed to collect himself.

“I made your heart happy?” you asked quietly, not quite able to use your voice fully. He looked towards you, and nodded. “You did-, do.” “I-, my heart-, I feel as if it sings when I’m with you, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed and it was the strangest conversation in history. Confessing to wanting the impossible and hearing it being mutual.

He blinked at you, looking at a loss for words for a moment. “I will not send you back to the Billington Estate,” he said quietly. You nodded. “What do you wish to do with this maid then, sir?” you asked while he slowly began stepping towards you. Your stomach filled with butterflies. “You are no longer a maid,” he said as he stopped a single step from you. “You are,” he continued while reaching for your bared hand, “to be mine. A colonel’s wife, Lady of Delaford Estate.” “You do not know what you are saying,” you breathed out, sure you were dreaming. “I assure you, the short time I have had with you is all needed to know you are the one for me.” “Colonel…” “Christopher,” he corrected and your knees weakened as he raised your battered hand to his thin lips and planted the gentlest of kisses atop it.

The suffocated giggles of Annie and strangled chuckles of Mr Bracket could have been heard, if you had not been so occupied by the sound of your own pulse raging or the drumming song of your heart when Christopher straightened and tugged you closer. You heard receding footsteps but were to occupied by the man holding you to take full notice of the others leaving the room.

“This is insanity, Christopher,” you whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Say it again,” he murmured while his hand landed at the small of your back, holding you even closer. “This is insanity,” you whispered. “Say my name, Y/n…” he asked gently. “Christopher.” “I never thought my name could sound so… wondrous.” “I never thought my heart could sing.” “Or mine be happy…”

You closed your eyes, taking in the overwhelming emotions you finally dared let lose within you now that he had told you in earnest that he wished for your hand in marriage — despite everything that ought to have kept you parted.

Christopher released your hand and grasped your chin most gently, tilting your head while you opened your eyes and were met by his joyous ones. “Beautiful,” he said and it felt like the highest praise.

Then his lips graced yours, a soft connection that kicked up a storm within you as the taste of him reached you. His warmth seeped into your flesh and a moment later you became lost to the sensation of him while the fire crackled and the tea turned cold next to the most delicious treats you had ever had the fortune of tasting. Still, they had nothing on the taste of his thin lips.

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A/N: Can't belive it's already been a week worth of RICKMAS, feels a little crazy that we're here again sharing love throughout December. Feels like it was only a month or so ago I started with Snapemas… Time truly flies. Gosh. BUT I'M LOVING THIS MONTH! 😍🤭👏❤

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[chaos-caffeinated]

When do you think you will be updated intracacies of sex? Wanna say fantastic writing. I look out for this fic every day. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Kudos 💞💞💞💞💞

🥺🥺🥺 I feel so honored to receive your ask, so honored man 😭😭.

And to answer it, most likely today in the evening PST or tomorrow (know I am writing ahead so I can be ahead of my procrastination, but I am working on it 😤👌🏼👌🏼).

Thank you for your ask because this just pushes me to continue and not leave my story half-finished, if it weren't for Deepperplexity, I would not be obsessed with Judge Turpin 🥺😭👌🏼.

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MILLLIIEEE!!! I've left you for dead in the inbox sorry (even though I'm constantly blowing your phone up 😉) Here are some answers : D

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

Ummm all of them. JK (allegedly). But I would go with Entangled Hearts for this one even though I know how small the pupper fandom is LOL. I'm just happy that anyone is enjoying it because I love those two idiots and chaptered fics are hard for me to write.

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

Is this a way to get me to say you because if it is, well I hope you like your ego stroked it's you! I can't for get my other lovely friends like @renee561 and @deepperplexity!

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I thought long and hard about this and truly do not have an answer 🤣 so I'm sorry. Please feel free to send in another ask though 😘)

#it's millie!! #hiii millie! #ask games

[insomniacaesthetic]

hello it is i,, your favourite bestie 😼😼😼

for the fanfic asks,, i would love to know your answers for numbers 5, 14, 19, 25 and 27 if thats good with you :D 💞💞

Hello bestie 😼

5 - most popular fic this year

My most popular pic this year was surprisingly A gift for you Severus. The one fanfic I wrote in a sleepy haze all in one night. A literally ramble that I write from 12am-7am

14 - a fic you didn’t expect to write

Literally none of them but as I just mentioned a gift for you severus was a late night ramble based on a daydream I couldn't get out of my head. I did not expect to publish it let alone for so many people to like it.

19 - any new fics to start next year

I have lots planned for 2022 😼

25 - a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

I literally have the worst memory in the world and remember almost nothing I've ever read but if we are only talking long fics and not one shots, I would say Broken Silence as that's the only long term fit I have read this year 😅

27 - favorite fanfic author of the year

I have tons of people I frequently read on Tumblr! I don't read a whole lot on ao3 anymore but ill tag my favs.

@monster-energies

@snapesmoonlight-deactivated2021 (where did you go bestie ☹️)

@deepperplexity

Theres more but I honestly can't remember anyones names rn sorry if I missed you but I still ly <3

[monster-energies]

i’ve gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary:   with severus snape taking full force of harry potter's occulmency lessons, he wished he was anywhere except near the boy who lived, but when a heated lesson forces old memories back into severus' mind, he doesn't seem to take them well. will he let you in with open arms ?

warnings: HEAVY ANGST !! self harm, self doubt, lots of hurt/comfort, this includes references to snape’s worst memory from order of the phoenix, very anti-marauders/anti-james potter so don’t start making arguments about my fic please.

rating: mature

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word count:   6067

this oneshot can be found on archive of our own

author’s note: title's namesake is lyrics from the song meet me in the hallway by harry styles.

so....im back....again 🕺🏼✨

okay hi long time no see. university had me at the throat and i had zero motivation to write zero fiction. thats literally the reason why there's been a huge gap in my fanfics, nothing whacky like the typical ao3 author. just uni.

i didn't want to write something half arsed and post it, especially when i have this long ass break so i will be living and laughing and luvvin xx or whatever. 

this includes references to snape’s worst memory from order of the phoenix, very anti-marauders/anti-james potter so don’t start making arguments about my fic please.

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i hope you enjoy this oneshot, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💕💕

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no one ever really saw the true severus.

there was never a chance for him to show how he truly felt about things, which was until he met you. you had been nothing short of an acquaintance to him, someone who worked with him. how he met you was like any other person, you had taken up the defence against the dark arts post, a job he had always been rejected of by dumbledore. but you seemed to be much different, you looked as if you knew what you were doing as you continued to teach at hogwarts.

you seemed to be a natural at teaching such an extreme subject. but once everything unravelled, how your parents used to be death eaters, you had no choice but to protect yourselves from them. you were quite closed off at first, but meeting severus changed you also, making you just a bit kinder in life.

after he had finally brought the courage to confess his true feelings to you, you admitted to liking him back and exchanging some of your own feelings to him. severus only wanted nothing but to make you happy, and happiness you brought him.

he was on cloud nine whenever he was around you, even at the slight mention of you from his students or colleagues would bring his attention in an instant. he truly was lucky upon meeting you, through the confides of his own chambers he was safer with you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

he never entirely considered sharing his private quarters with someone, but now that you were with him, and rightfully you weren’t going anywhere, there was no point staying apart for this long.

severus decided he was going to ask you today, but at what time? should he wear a new suit? that would be ridiculous, he didn’t have the time to do so.

he had been lingering around in the hallways, waiting for your class to end. he heard the scraping of chairs and the chatter amongst students, he managed to catch a glimpse of some of his seventh-year potions students, who for some had been quite fortunate to have advanced classes from him which made him smirk to himself. he was to have that advanced potion class at the very end of his schedule.

he then made his way into your classroom, sneaking up on you before he found way to you, wrapping his long cloak around your body, placing small kisses on your face.

“hello, their professor, what may i do for you?” you asked, a smile beaming on your face as you turned to him returned his kisses, placing yourself at the edge of your desk.

“your hands.” you pointed out. his brows raised slightly, the moment he looked to his fingertips severus had noticed there had been a light tremble to them. you took his hands and squeezed them slightly.

“you have no need to be scared around me anymore.” you reassured; severus’ lips twitched slightly. oh he was very lucky alright.

“i understand that y/n...i happen to not be so on edge whenever you’re near.” severus said, his thumb stroking your knuckles, that resplendent smile of yours yet to fade away.

“actually, i have a question to ask you.” he said. you perked slightly as your hands were still woven with his.

“you do? what do you have to ask me sev?” you asked.

severus simply couldn’t forget the question, the most important question to him (other than a marriage proposal of course.)

“well, we’ve been…together for some time. and i...i just. would you like to move into my quarters?” severus blurted.

you blinked slightly. severus’ brows furrowed, his expression saddening as you had yet to say a single thing.

he had willingly prepared himself for you to say no, but once he looked up and saw that loving smile of yours, relief washed over him.

“you know i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for months, of course i will.” you replied, getting off the ledge of the table, reaching to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss.

severus’ hands cupped your cheek and your neck as your kiss lasted perhaps a little more than five seconds.

“you weren’t going to say no?” severus asked.

“why would i ever decline such a thing my dear. i’d be more than happy to move into your chambers tonight, tomorrow…but don’t count on me waking up early.” you answered.

he had felt a weight being lifted upon asking you that, and he couldn’t wait to have you around his quarters.

“gather your things, you can move in tonight.” severus said, his fingers dwindling at your hair as he looked at your beaming face, you pulled yourself into severus’ arms as you were excited beyond belief at his answer.

letting go from his grasp, you both stood there for a while admiring one another, both your thoughts pondering at how fortunate you were to have one another.

he stared intently at your eyes, how they wavered in varying directions as you gazed lovingly at him.

“you have a class soon sev.” you pointed out to him before he quickly snapped out of it and was about to leave to continue his lessons that were planned for the day. but you were quick to grab his hand and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“i love you. i’ll see you tonight.” you spoke.

“i love you, my dear y/n.” severus said, before the let go of your hands and left your class.

with his cloak billowing behind him as he made his way back to the realms of his potions class, a small smirk appeared to his face. he truly hadn’t been this lucky in years, it was as if every thought he had of the past had disappeared and whilst he never revealed his emotions, he truly was on cloud nine.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

the night was upon you both, you and severus had finished classes for the day. a spring in your step occurred as you almost sprinted to your quarters to gather all your things from your chambers in boxes. you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open it and there he was.

he peered over your shoulder to see you had already packed everything. “sometimes y/n you forget you are a wizard.” severus said, waving his wand and in an instant all your things had disappeared.

“they would have transported to my quarters by now.” he said.

“okay okay, no need to show off.” you teased playfully slapping his chest as you took his hand made your way down to the spiral stairs to his quarters.

you opened the door and to no surprise, your belongings had arrived right in front of you both. “merlin how many clothes does one need?” severus asked completely taken aback at the mound of clothes you had owned.

it seemed as if you had something for every occasion you picked up some of the boxes and unpacked some of your clothes. you went into his bedroom and had noticed that even severus did his part in settling you in his chambers. you arranged your clothes in the wardrobes and drawers he had prepared, then you put your shoes next to his own pairs. once the clothes were organized, you saw severus had arranged your belongings all around his. your work next to his and all your prized possessions around the chambers.

“you seem to know your way around making a room look very cosy.” you said, it looked like he knew your vision and it felt right for the both of you.

knowing severus never felt like home with his own family, he did everything he could in order to make his chambers look like a place that his teenage self would love to be in.

“did you manage to settle into the bedroom?” he asked. you nodded, you lead him into the bedroom and had saw all your clothes and your personal belongings right there.

“i think we deserve a little bit of rest don’t you think?” you suggested,  sitting at the edge of the bed. severus followed suit and sat beside you, he shifted around slightly looking over at his night shirt that had been hanging inside the wardrobe.

“oh, you want to get changed. i’m sorry about keeping you from doing that hold on.” you said, getting a hold of severus’ night shirt and handing it to him before you left and shut the door on him.

severus hadn’t ever met anyone that respected his boundaries or his limits, the fact that you put him first was something he was beyond fortunate for.

he hadn’t ever been fond of getting changed in front of anyone or revealing his body of any sorts. not since the day that wretched james potter and his little clique bullied him relentlessly in losing his one friend he had when he was at school. that didn’t matter anymore, why on earth would that memory resurface now? when he seemed to be at a position where he was most content with himself?

once severus finally got changed, he opened the door as an indication for you to finally come inside. you went inside and got into the bed with severus, laying down together severus had found himself staring at the ceiling, deep in thought as he finally let you into his quarters.

“it’s saturday tomorrow, am i mistaken?” he asked.

you peered over your watch and looked at the small calendar that sat on your bedside table. “yes, it will be.” you spoke.

severus only hummed, shifting himself to the other side of the bed. his eyes glaring at the door, but his gaze was soon averted to you as you peppered kisses all over his cheek and his neck left somewhat bare. you could only see a smirk on his face as he pulled you into his arms and you laid on his chest, his heart softly beating against your ear.

“would you care to do something you enjoy tomorrow, my dear?” he offered. you nodded with a grin to your face.

“what would you like to do sev?” you asked.

“my darling y/n i insist you pick what we do tomorrow.” he said. you couldn’t but giggle and kiss your lover.

your lips lingered on for just a while longer, severus’ scent clung onto you as both gazed into each other’s eyes once you pulled away.

“how about we go to that little pond you showed me? then we do little to nothing of importance and just read to one another, how does that sound?” you suggested.

“that seems like the perfect plan y/n.” severus answered.

you smiled more at his response, nuzzling your head into his chest and a deep chuckle emerged from his lips, kissing the top of your head.

“you’re perfect y/n. my angel.” he murmured under his breath.

you were nothing but perfect to him.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“can we just rest? we’ve been at it for hours!” the young boy harry potter exclaimed at severus, trying to make his way to the door to hurry out.

severus had no choice but to teach harry potter the art of occlumency, lord voldemort had returned and had to do all he can to protect the boy, despite his intense grudge.

“the dark lord isn’t…resting.” severus said, taking a glimpse into his eyes, grimacing instantly at how potter menacingly looks familiar to his bully. unfortunately, the bully just so happened to be his father.

“you and black you’re two of a kind, sentimental children. forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. well, it may have escaped your noticed, but life isn’t fair. your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently sought to it.” severus said.

“my father was a great man!” harry defended.

“your father was a swine!” severus exclaimed.

grabbed a hold of his jacket, almost flinging him onto the other side of the classroom but before he could continue with his lesson, he saw harry had taken out his wand.

“legilimens.”

“protego!”

it had all happened so quickly and yet it was all too late for severus snape, his past slowly unravelling in front of the boy who lived.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

the art of legilimency and occlumency is unlike any other type of magic. it was nothing like looking at memories through a pensive, where you can see the whole story.

it can only let you see the snippets of a person’s timeline. who they were before the moment, why they had become the human they were today? unfortunately for severus snape, every day seemed to be a horrible memory for him.

nothing ever seemed to go correctly for the poor boy and even when he was in the place where he should have escaped from reality, not even that seemed to heal him from all the torment he had to go through.

but nothing could ever leave his mind, that was his worst memory.

unravelled at the seams.

“come on, moony, padfoot. expelliarmus!”

his memories unleashed, he saw his wand being flung 12 feet in the air and falling on the grass. the marauders and a few students giggling at this interaction mocking him relentlessly. severus always felt on edge, he felt defenceless against them, and it was all because of a friendship he had.

the only friendship he had.

“nice one, james.” sirius cheered.

after countless incantations of hexes from james, severus found himself flipped upside down, struggling to keep himself composed in this moment.

severus had the constant urge to spit out varying hexes at james but theres was certainly nothing he could do about it, especially when he was upside down.

“scourgify!”

severus heard but he couldn’t do anything as pink soapy bubbles streamed from snape's mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him. the chemical bubbles drooling out of his mouth, he had been suffocating physically and emotionally.

“leave him alone!”

“take the curse off him!”

he could recognize that voice anywhere, that was lily evans. he had heard james sighing deeply and muttering the counter curses, letting him go of the magical hostage he was put under.

“you're lucky evans was here, snivellus-” james sneered.

“i don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!” severus snapped, but his eyes instantly widened, instant regret washed over his face as he turned to lily who was too stunned to speak.

“fine.” she said. “i won't bother in future. and i'd wash your pants if i were you, snivellus.”

“apologise to evans!” james screeched, his wand pointed directed to his neck.

“i don't want you to make him apologise.” lily shouted, approaching james as she looked to the two boys, fighting like 2 toddlers. “you're as bad as he is.” said she, rolling her eyes and glaring darts at severus.

“i could never call you a you-know-what!” james had admitted, however severus couldn’t seem to read his tone, he didn’t know if this was complete sarcasm or whether he was being genuine with his words. only one thing for certain was that james potter was a menace and a bully, and he would have done it again had opportunity knocked.

after being scalded by the young girly, she turned on her heel and hurried away.

a silence occurred in the field, severus’ guilt more unbearable than ever but james simply couldn’t care less as he reverted all his hexes and spells back onto the slytherin boy.

“right. who wants to see me take off snivelly's trousers?” james suggested, the smirk on his face never leaving.

he heard the chants and cheers of the students around him, snivellus greasy.

that was all he heard.

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

“snivellus greasy.”

 ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“enough…enough!” severus yelled, his voice deepening by the second. harry taken aback at the thoughts he had seen.

harry had shifted around to see whether he was left back into reality, but once he turned to the front, he saw severus right in front of him, jolting slightly in his steps and almost knocking a few of his vials over, one empty vial however had smashed right onto severus’ hand as he went to grab the boy, his hand bleeding over the shards of glass that stuck to his hand.

it really was something out of a horror movie and harry had no words to describe the moment.

“having fun?” severus’ voice growled, before grabbing a harsh hold of his shirt.

“you’ve been enjoying yourself…haven’t you?” severus sneered, his teeth grinding on every word.

“i haven’t-”

“amusing man your father was.” severus sneered, before flinging the boy who lived onto the ground.

“you will not tell a single soul what you saw.” severus demanded harshly.

“i wasn’t going-”

“and your lessons are at an end.” severus monotonously added.

“get. out.” severus said. but harry had been frozen this entire time.

severus turn, his cloak swiftly following after, but it wasn’t as smooth or blissful like his demeanour, his brows furrowed with rage as he grabbed the boy, bashing his head to the wall.

“i don’t want to see you in this office, again! now. leave!” severus exclaimed.

letting go of the boy, harry had rushed out, shaken up by the encounter that he had with severus.

severus leaned to the shelf, his bloody hand drying up slowly as more blood trailed all over his hands.

tears swelled in his eyes, glaring at the table riddled with vials and cauldrons. by now they had been nothing but a blur, grabbing his wand and waving multiple silencing charms, his arms swiped the whole desk empty as screams of trauma left his voice. his cloak and frock coat torn to tiny pieces that matched the varying shards that flew all over the room.

severus’ eyes darted towards every shelf and took down everything on there in fury, with his sobs morphing into screams he felt powerless in his own life, not even he could control the fate that had remained of him.

his childhood filled with nothing but hatred from his father, whilst his mother sat there helpless, and all bruised up and not able to feed him. his father being nothing short of a monster. he remembered lily; she was so happy with him.

telling her that she was a wizard and they promised that they were going to be the best of friends.

at hogwarts.

that was supposed to be a place that he could get away from, but even then, hogwarts managed to haunt him every day he was there.

no matter where he went, he always got the short end of the stick, he always had a dark cloud raining all over him and it drained him constantly.

this was the last straw for severus snape.

his screams were deafening in the potions class, his pained voice rang throughout the entire room as the tears soon flooded his entire uniform.

severus reached for his sleeves, tearing them up more than it already was and grabbed his wand, pointing to his arm.

“sectum….sempra!” he hissed out, waving his wand in the directions he wanted, his arms filled with fresh scars, dripping all over the concrete ground. he chanted his own spell once more at his arms, and more blood appeared on his arms where the dark mark was.

he swore to himself he was never going to return to that time in his life, his worst moment and he still failed horribly.

he failed.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“oh harry! there you are. have you seen professor snape anywhere?” you asked

“yes, i think he’s…in his class.” harry gulped.

you took a closer look at the young boy, he had been sweating bullets, and looked almost dehydrated.

“harry, are you okay? don’t tell me you and professor snape had another argument again.” you said.

“no! what makes you think that? i’m fine professor l/n!” he said in a hushed manner and hurriedly walked away.

that was very odd of him. no doubt harry would have come out of severus’ classes quite heated and angry from whatever argument he would have from the potions master, but this was odd. you continued to walk in the direction of severus’ class. but the sounds of glass muffled in the distance.

your eyes widened as you sprinted towards the door.

panic written all over your face.

once you opened the door, you saw the state of the potions classroom and there stood severus, hunched over at his desk, trembling at the seams.

“severus…” you called softly, his face twisted towards your direction, you feared what he had done or what was he going to do.

“you shouldn’t be…here. leave! leave now!” severus screamed his voice getting louder at every word.

manically throwing anything within his proximity, turmoil of emotions rushed into the man as he approached you, pointing his wand at your neck but you couldn’t do anything as you had backed up against the wall, his hands gripping at the fabric of your clothing as the tip of his wand poked at your neck and yet all you could do was panic.

“severus what are you doing? please stop!” you exclaimed.

“you cannot be here, get out now!” he shouted.

“severus it’s me! sev…don’t! it’s me, y/n.” you shrieked in an instant. severus paused for a moment, he took a glimpse in your worried eyes as he dropped his wand down.

a long tense silence commenced between you two, severus slowly walked toward his desk and slumped himself on his chair, completely drained.

you frowned, but the second you took a glimpse of all of his injuries you didn’t hesitate to help him instantly. you looked into his cupboard and there you saw a muggle first aid kit; you couldn’t help but think of how severus said it would be silly to have such a thing. you had magic, why would you need some silly muggle hospitality?

you picked up a nearby bowl, filling it up with water. you sat by severus and saw how much you would have to take care of.

but it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

you had cleaned up every wound he had on his arms, which made severus wince at how harsh the pain was. he tried so hard not to show you how hurt he was, but you could see through it, and it saddened you.

“it’s okay sev, i’ll be done soon.” you comforted him as you continued to treat his fresh scars. you then bandaged his arms and made sure the bandages weren’t too tight for him.

“why?”

you perked up at severus’ voice.

“why do you insist on helping me?” severus croaked.

it almost shocked you that severus would ask such a question.

can a man that has done so much, a man that has the world on his shoulders not be helped?

did he really think he was not loved?

it made you laugh slightly, which made severus perplexed. and yet he was so certain you were laughing at him.

“i just want to help you.” you answered.

severus eyes spoke a million words, insisting you continue.

“you always help me in everything that i’ve done here. you know how to pick me up when i’m sad or i’m not in the most…charitable of moods. it’s only fair that i do the same with you severus.” you spoke.

“please…look at me.” you pleaded.

severus looked into your eyes, as they filled with small tears.

“there is always someone who will cherish you and care for you, no matter what the situation. that just so happened to be me. how long have we been together, and you always cheer me up? hm? you are simply the highlight of my day, waking up in your arms, being given affection from you and all the kind things that you do for me is more than enough. i’m certain that all that you do is going to be for a good cause. and i hope you know how much you mean to me, severus.” you spoke.

your hand was cupped at his cheek, you pressed a kiss to his forehead as you then let go of him slowly

“please take care of yourself my dear. i’ll be in our quarters when you’re ready.” you said.

severus enjoyed those two words together.

our chambers.

yes, it felt just right.

“i will.” he muttered to himself, sympathetically you smiled at him before you left to go to the private quarters.

severus grabbed his wand and reversed all the mess that was made. he looked to his torn clothes, and the bandages that you did. his mind instantly screamed for you, waiting for you to come back.

you were what he needed, you helped him let go of his past and he yearned for you always.

severus’ tears occurred once more, the one person he loved dearly still stood by him. once the mess had been completely reversed, he left his classroom to go to his chambers.

he saw you idly reading a book, he approached you and took a hold of your hand lifting you into a warm and tight hug.

“thank you...” severus mumbled.

you only smiled and hugged him even tighter.

“you’re welcome severus.” you replied.

never had he felt so understood and respected more than he did now, you trusted him more than he could ever comprehend.

and that was the key to severus’ heart, right there.

it was you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

you had been waiting for severus for quite some time, you wanted to unwind a little bit with him and what better way than to relax by your favourite pond with him.

you had been reading one of severus’ favourite book to keep you company, knowing him you knew he liked to take his time with his appearance. doing each button one by one, on each sleeve that he had on his clothes.

it had been quite warm in the recent days so you sported one of your summer dresses. your eyes lifted themselves from your book and there you saw severus, approaching you slowly as his cloak followed him.

“there you are! i was worried you’d couldn’t find our pond.” you said smiling blissfully at severus.

“i’m severus snape. i never get lost.” he said, with a tinge of pride in his tone.

you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. you’ve always seen severus to the likes of mister darcy.

pride and prejudice had always been one of yours and severus’ favourite books.

even as a child, all the way through to current time, it was a book you simply couldn’t put down. whether it be jane austen’s writing style or your hypnotising hyper fixation on fitzwilliam darcy, you always found the opportunity to read such a book.

severus had shared such similarities to mister darcy, both are unconventionally attractive. while some may not be considered beautiful in today’s society, you found them beautiful on the inside and that was what mattered to you. in fact, both were deemed morally grey (or ambiguous), well severus’ intentions would always be made clear in the end. however, mister darcy’s intentions were never entirely revealed to the poor bennet girl, who believed was being led astray.

both were very much mysterious, but then again you always followed the leads of man with very little to know about. somehow both severus and darcy seemed to see you as nothing more than an acquaintance, however you knew that your version of pride and prejudice, neither of you saw one another as true enemies, nothing short of a friendly rivalry between the pair of and it was all in good spirits.

you had slowly begun to snap out of your comparisons between your lover and fitzwilliam darcy, your hand slowly grasping at the woven basket.

“i made you your favourite.” you said, opening it to reveal cupcakes.

“i knew you had a sweet tooth, and dark chocolate just so happens to be your favourite.” you revealed.

severus would never in a million years  admit to anyone that he enjoyed something sweet here and there, but dark chocolate happened to be his favourite. something in its taste felt just right, it wasn’t too sweet nor was it too bitter, the sight of the cupcakes you made was enough to make his mouth water.

taking a small bite of the cupcake he had taken from your grasp, he felt calm. for once he felt certain of himself.

you scooted closer to him and found yourself resting on severus’ arm. he winced harshly which made you instantly get up.

“i didn’t hurt you did i?” you asked worriedly. “oh god i must have, i’m so sorry!” you apologized in a panic.

“y/n, no no! you don’t need to be sorry. it just so happens to be the aftermath of the events last night.” severus replied.

then you slowly realized.

you didn’t check up on severus this morning, before you went and prepared for this little day out you planned.

“how are they?” you asked.

severus’ serene and calm feelings sunk slowly.

“your injuries…i brought some spare bandages in case i needed to re-do them.” you spoke.

you took a hold of his hands and stroked them ever so gently in your grasp.

“its okay. you’re safe here.” you reassured.

severus only sighed, rolling up his sleeves and the bandages revealed themselves. you undid them and there you saw his scars. they had begun to heal ever so slowly.

“the healing spell could have finished this easily.” severus mumbled.

“well…we were tight on time and emotions were quite high.” you admitted.

once you had put the new bandages over severus’ injuries, severus was quick to roll his sleeves down. severus did nothing but worry over the last 24 hours, he hadn’t felt this anxious in years.

you could see the worry in his eyes, to say it concerned you was an understatement. you took a hold of his scraped hands, stroking them softly with your thumb.

“you needn’t worry about your scars. they shape you and show how far you’ve come and how much you have left to give.” you reassured him

severus’ tense body slowly relaxed within your grasp. he truly was grateful for you, his hands slowly let go of yours and cupped your cheek.

he kissed your forehead.

then his lips trailed to the bridge of your nose.

next was your cheek, which made way for him to kiss your jaw.

and finally…your lips.

you both exchanged slow and tender kisses. savouring every single moment with your lips. the bitterness on severus’ lips capsulated you and moved yourself further as you both wanted to share such an intimate moment with one another.

his other hand slowly slithered to your waist, caressing it gently with his fingers which left you yearning for more.

his thumb slowly stroked your bottom lip, you knew severus was always one to tease but it was one of those moments you would cherish.

you then brought the cupcakes and the book you had been reading a little closer, so that they were in severus’ proximity.

“reading pride and prejudice, again my sweet girl?” severus asked.

your smile grew wider upon mentioning of the book. “i just can’t seem to put it down.” you admitted.

you handed the book to severus, flipping to the page you had been reading.

“and this just so happens to be your favourite page.” severus said.

you rested your head on severus’ chest, his voice sending shivers down your spine listening to him read.

“in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.” severus read.

then there was silence between the pair of you. nothing but the birds tweeting, the sound of the pond’s water flowing slower than a turtle, the quiet breeze that your hair shortly followed.

“you really like that line, don’t you?” he said.

“it just truly captures mister darcy at his finest.” you said before taking a bite out of one of the cupcakes you picked up.

“you haven’t touched your cupcake.” you noted, severus looked down to find his cupcake only having one bite.

he then picked it up and slowly bit into the sweet delicacy, he had been filled with warmth the more bites he took. he truly was at a loss at how fortunate he was to have you; it was truly what he needed after the hectic events of last night.

“hey…sev?” you called to him softly.

he looked down to you as you brought his attention to you, “what are you thinking about?” you asked.

“you.” was all he said.

“who else would i be thinking about? i often feel as if i don’t voice my appreciation for you.” he admitted.

whilst he was a person who was never on top of the social pyramid, some of the things you had done for and with him would have him speechless, severus couldn’t find the words to tell you how much you had meant to him, so he was often left quiet and unable to voice his true feelings.

but whether he had been silent as a rabbit or as loud as a falcon, you loved him for who he was.

“the things you do for me…you are selfless. so selfless, putting myself first before you. and merlin…you are so perfect. so perfect, you still stay with me after all this time.” severus said.

it flattered you greatly, but you had yourself frowning at his doubt.

“you really are something off a classic book. with the way you speak and how beautiful you are to me.” you said as you giggled softly.

“of course, i stay with you always. you really are the one i love. you do so much for me. but you don’t see it sometimes. but here i am…to let you know of that. you, my sweetheart are everything and more. you are so deserving of love severus. i hope you know that i’ll be there to remind you of such. everyday.” you said.

severus’ eyes had been screaming of love, as your expressions filled with bliss and happiness made him feel content.

his hands were placed at your waist as he pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. you did nothing but smile more and more, his bitter scent was so appealing to you as you rested your weary head on severus’ chest.

“oh…is my poor dove tired?” severus asked.

you only nodded, feeling the weight of your eyelids droop heavier. you could do with a nap, after singlehandedly teaching all those students of yours. sometimes you didn’t realize how much hogwarts had required of you.

his fingers made small circles at your back as you didn’t move from the position you were in. severus smiled, for once. not a small smirk, but a smile that beamed ever so blissfully.

“come on y/n, i think you should rest somewhere more comfortable. can you stand for me princess?” he asked.

you only mumbled something that had seemed reminiscent of the word ‘yes’ so you slowly got up as severus put everything in the basket and lifted you in his arms and using his wandless magic to send the basket to the quarters.

“you might need to hold on tight my dear.” he spoke.

you had both apparated to the chambers you shared, he had placed you in the bed and tucked you in, he had slowly followed suit.

“is it naptime?” you mumbled.

severus chuckled deeply; you were perfect for him. “yes, now close your eyes sweetheart. i’ll be here once you wake up.” severus answered.

you buried your head into his chest as he then kissed the top of your head. his mind pondering about you, you were the true gift for him.

he wanted to cherish you if he could, and if you were happy being with him then he didn���t object.

you really did love him.

“rest well, my y/n. i love you.”

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[vsilas]

Hi! How you doing? Remember that i ask you for deep Severus fanfic? so... i read everything lol happily waiting for The Pauper Prince update! This time i want to ask if you have Severus x Reader fanfic for recommendation? i'm inspired on student Hufflepuff or Slytherin that suffers with anxiety or bully and Severus is the same idiot but became protective idk ( i'll probably sketch something) i speak to much omg

Hi!! I’m glad you liked my recommendations! Unfortunately, I don’t read Severus x Reader fics, it’s just really not my thing. However, might I point you to @deepperplexity @violet-knox and @bush-viper-cutie, who might be able to point you in the right direction (or might even something like that already written)? It’s a cute idea, and you should make it into something if you feel like it! Cheers

[meganlpie]

30 Days of Positivity April 19th

Day 19 is here and with it:

@deepperplexity This blogger is freakin’ incredible! They write some of the best Severus Snape fics I’ve read! They don’t write just Snape, but I haven’t had a chance to read any of their other writings yet. Also, SUPER SUPPORTIVE OF OTHERS! They are consistently reblogging the works of others. Also, ALWAYS read their tags. They can be hilarious and I find myself trying not to laugh too loudly. They make me smile and I know they make others happy too.

@a-girl-who-loves-disney This girl. I love her, okay. She is absolutely an encouraging soul. She is always supporting and encouraging writers/artists. I swear half the fics I read, she reads and comments on. She’s also been supportive of me personally, making requests and commenting. She is also such a joy to talk to. While I know she goes through personal things, she doesn’t let it affect the way she communicates with others. She does her best to let people know how much she appreciates them, just as we appreciate her. 

#30 days of positivity #april19th