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missmeasured · 1 year

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Happy Snolidays

I tried to write a Drabble about Snape coming home for Christmas to meet your muggle family but then it got spicy on me. In this I made the reader and him have an unspecified age gap. I don’t say how they met, fill in the blank.

Warnings: Explicit: Sexy Times, Creaky Bed. NSFW

Muggle Family Christmas

As a muggleborn witch with all non magic siblings you are keenly aware of your strangeness when compared with your family. There are things about you that are just different. The way you dress is different from your siblings, the way you live, and work, but you all love the same. The family embraces you even if they can’t quite understand you. Even though it feels strange, you always dutifully come home for the holidays and embrace your muggle roots for the stay.

You started seeing Severus years ago now, this will be the third Christmas. You have always gone home for the holiday alone. Normally you exchange an owl of Christmas wishes on the day, last year you actually did exchange presents when you returned to the magical world after the festivities.

This year your family has gone all stubborn about meeting him all of a sudden. Normally they let you keep your life to yourself, after all, they didn’t really understand what you did for a living, or how your apartment could be hidden behind a wall at the back of a bookstore, so why would they attempt to understand your choice of partner?

The issue was, you didn’t worry about them meeting Severus because he was a wizard. It was because he was older than you, noticeably older. You weren’t sure what your parents would say. Mixed with the fact that he comes across so stern and silent, you felt like he would be a giant black elephant in the room, making everyone feel uncomfortable and unsure what to say.

You had asked Severus about the idea of accompanying you for the stay when you felt me might be pliable to the idea. He had you halfway undressed when you whispered into his ear that your parents had invited him to come stay for Christmas. He had returned teasingly “Ah so you are trying to butter me up with this lingerie. As soon as I untied your dress I had suspicions about what all this mauve lace was doing wrapped around you on such a cold day.”

He had said from the beginning that he was willing to do anything if it made you happy, but he knew he would not feel the most comfortable there. It was decided you would go, but instead of staying several days it would only be two days and one night. You shopped for muggle clothes for him. At first he didn’t seem to want to entertain the idea but when you pointed out he would be dressed bizarrely different than everyone else, he came around. You had bought him a wool sweater with a shawl collar, in very dark green, almost black. You also acquired a pair of plain black wool trousers, and a black mock neck shirt to go under it. When he got into the morning of your journey you salivated a little at him in it. He still had lots of layers on, he even fastened the toggle at the neck of the shawl collar, nestling the dark wool up to the back shirt underneath and there he was sitting on the end of the bed putting shoes on when you came out of the loo after brushing your teeth. You slid into his lap immediately and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for this.” you told him, kissing him on the cheek and wishing you had time for more.

When you apparated to your parents, appearing slightly down the street, you started to get very nervous. Your lover asked you why you were so uncharacteristically quite you answered “I think I might barf. I should have warned them you were so…”

“So…?” He asked with a smile.

“So much older… So… Oh god I don’t know. So…”

“You didn’t tell them I’m older?”

“No….” you admit.

“Your father is going to glare at me for two days and you feel like you’re going to be sick?” He laughs. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t be a coward.” He rings your parents bell and you want to disapparate back to safety, or turn back time and tell your parents that your are coming alone.

Your family is nothing but welcoming, although both parents and all your siblings have shamelessly crowded into the front hallway to greet him like a bunch of nosey neighbours. They offer hugs all around, which Severus looks so uncomfortable in you swear he is going to internally combust. Each member of your family makes a face at you whenever Severus’ back is turned. you can’t quite interpret the combination of pulled facial muscles.

When your father takes Severus and his armload of gifts to unload them under the tree your sister finally gets to say what’s on her mind. She presses a glass of wine into your hands as she says “I didn’t know you had daddy issues” as she quickly scurries away knowing you will kick or swat at her if she stays within reach. She giggles and helps herself to the plate of cookies safely on the other side of the kitchen island.

“He’s quite um….. tall.” Your mother adds. There isn’t a single other adjective that comes to her mind, you suppose.

“What can we get you to drink to drink there ..uh - Sev -er-us? Am I saying right?” Your dad is asking as they come to the kitchen. You want to die already and it’s been three minutes.

Drinks are given and then you go through the usual how did you meets and other questions that you should have thought of how to answer before now. When it’s finally over you all move to settle in the living room.

For some reason your sister has become the Christmas Cheer Elf this year and she has come up with all manner of Christmas games and activities. She forces you to wear a headband with a Christmas bow on your head and for the first time since you entered the house you see a little smile in the corner of Severus’ mouth. He likes your bow, he pats it gently while the others are looking elsewhere. He is not asked to wear antlers like your father and brother. Your sister is not that bold, there are three pairs of antlers but his imposing stare means his is left on the side table unworn.

There are various games including drawing on a white board, or quickly unwrapping an absurdly over wrapped and knotted box, and your brother who is wildly competitive makes sure that you and Severus never get to play on the same team, he smugly shoves you across to play with his girlfriend, who you like just fine, but you wish he would let you side beside the man you brought home. It’s a family policy that couples can’t be on the same team in games. The rule never bothered you before now, you have an absurdly strong need to protect him from your overbearing family.

The last game she has up her sleeve involves wrapping each other up like presents and Severus says he will participate only if you can be the one he wraps. This is deemed okay because clearly your brother feels that he can then wrap his girlfriend which leaves your sister wrapping your mom and dad will be called out from the kitchen to judge the results.

Severus uses magic very subtly, not outright cheating but assisting. The paper seems to curve around your body with a skill that your family does not possess. It pleats and folds under his fingers crisply, fitting into the curves of you like it was a garment seamed to your measurements. He wins of course. Your father is hard pressed not to choose his when your mother and brother and currently looking like Christmas mummies and you stand and in a paper dress and hat that is flawed only in that it is covered in snowmen.

Finally after all those activities things seem to settle down and you are able to just sit beside him on the sofa and listen to your family chat about things. You offer stories too when you can, thought it always seems odd to talk about life when yours was so different. Severus was quiet but actively listening, they could all tell so they did not fault him for lack of proffering his own.

Dinner passes without incident. The evening is pleasant enough, though you both sigh in relief together when your bedroom door is closed for the night and you are alone for the first time in hours. Severus and you curl up together in your bed, a bit smaller than the one you usually share but he insists you don’t magically expand it, he says he wants to live the muggle way for the night but you think he just wants to cuddle. You say your good nights, give him a kiss on the lips which feels some how explicit even behind closed doors and switch off the muggle lights. The bed creaks horribly as your weight moves over to the lamp and back.

Severus’ arm comes around you like you are expecting it to, after a moment in the dark it starts to move around. His hand pets up and down your waist and it’s comforting, with your eyes closed it kind of feels like you could be in his bed instead, but even this small movement makes the tiniest noise in the old springs holding up your mattress. You try to relax, try to give in the pull of sleep but that hand slides over your hip then down to your thighs. His lips press in on the nape of your neck and suddenly you’re breathing his name in a mix of arousal and scolding.

He is persistent of course, as are his lips. You find yourself panting into your pillow before he even puts his hand under your clothing. You gasp when he finally forces his way under your knickers, you were trying not to let him in. You need him to stop, but when his fingers dive in you feel the dripping wet heat of yourself, shamefully aroused for him already. “We can’t do this here” you whisper, he answers by pulling your leg up and over his legs so that he could stay in spooning position and have access to sink his fingers into you.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. I think you do want to do this here… It will help you sleep.” He whispers as he slips his fingers inside of you. He moves his hips forward, forcing them deeper inside you and making the bed creak a little all at once.

“Severus, I just need to get my wand to cast a muffling spell.” you whisper, trying to reach for the bedside table but unable to get to it the way he is holding you.

“This trip is about embracing your muggle side, darling. Muggles have to fuck their partners very quietly in their parents house it’s a right of passage.” He tells you, voice like silk slipping over your skin while he mercilessly exploits how your body is reacting to his touch. He fucks you with two fingers until you are paintings and trying to contain the very small whimpers that you couldn’t stop from slipping out no matter how much you scolded yourself into silence.

Just when you realized you were about to come apart for his skilled fingers they retreated and you were surprised to feel the bed move, and hear it squeaking as he released himself from his pyjama trousers. You were about to whisper ‘no way’, the bed was too loud. You wanted to tell him no, but he was not lying when he said how wet you were, he slipped in without difficulty, you made a noise of surprise as he filled you up. Then he shushed you. HE SHUSHED YOU in your OWN bed, when the noise was because of his cock. The audacity of him.

He keeps his hand around the front of you, fingers resting on your clit gently, he knows he does not have to do much, the pressing of his hips into yours make your body stimulate itself against his resting fingertips. Each gentle drawing of his hips back and forth makes the springs of the bed quietly plunk and squeak, they are not too loud, you think, you might not be overheard unless someone was standing in the hallway.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you? Going to send me to sleep satisfied, mmm?” He whispers to you as he starts to pump you harder. The bed begins to squeak in a way that you feel is far too loud. You try to use your hand to grab at his hips, to tell him to keep it slower, softer, but he doesn’t. “You feel so good, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me.” He whispers.

“Severus please… the bed… it’s too loud… muffle it.” You beg him.

“No.” He grunts. “Roll over onto your belly and put your fingers on your clit you naughty girl.” He growls into your ear.

Powerless to resist him, you do as he asks, the bed squeals in effort as your body weight shifts. You tell yourself that it would squeak even if you innocently had rolled over in your sleep, and the family can’t possibly be thinking it is anything more, but you can’t make yourself believe it. Severus straddles your legs, grabs your hips and pulls you up to him, pressing the head of his cock to your very wet entrance between your tightly pressed together thighs. You bite your pillow as he pushes in in this position.

He seems to have found a position he can thrust in without making the bed squeak too much. As he slowly raises and lowers his hips your body weights stay mostly in the same place and the bed is not overly loud. “You keep protesting but your body is clearly aroused by the danger of being overheard. You’re dripping around my cock.” He says into your ear.

“Oh my god…” You whisper into your pillow. Your panting begins to have a little bit of breathy grunting mixed in.

“Are you going to come on my cock like my good girl?” He asks before increasing the pace and making the bed groan as he picked up his weight to do it.

“Oh god oh god oh god oh godddddd.” You’re chanting into your pillow. There are equal amounts of horror at the increasing noise of the bed and pleasure as his faster grinding into your g spot. It is going to make you come. “I’m- I’m…” you pant but you can’t even speak. He seems to give up on any semblance of letting the noise of the bed hold him back as he grabs your hips tightly and fucks you into the mattress hard. Knowing the noise of it is indisputably sexual if anyone was overhearing it horrified you, but sound of his breathing as he approached his climax reinforced your own pleasure and then as his hot come filled you, your body spammed around it, exquisitely arousing to feel his release inside you and so naughty to have done it here.

He tried to gently, quietly, extricate himself and settle back down beside you but it was all sort of squeaky and loud and you knew there was no way you couldn’t not make the risky trip down the hall to the washroom at some point. So decided to nip it in the bud and go right away, to your horror your sister is in there filling a glass of water.

“Naughty list.” She scolds as she passes you. Your face is hot with embarrassment. After you clean up you splash cold water on your hot face and that’s when you hear it, your bloody parents in their room, a soft and subtle beat of something. You cringe and speed walk back to your room, closing your door softly and trying to find the bed in the dark, over confidant that you know your old room like that back of your hand you hit your shin off the side of the bed and hiss in pain.

Severus collects you from the side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, kissing your lips and folding you into the bed, messing up the covers horribly as he drags you into the centre of the creaky old thing. There you snog him happily, not worrying about the noise of the bed anymore as you are happy to know that you likely got away with it, as long as your sister can keep her mouth shut. Given you know for a fact how she used to sneak out of the house all the time when you were you teenagers you think the secret is probably safe.

When you finally break apart from kissing Severus says “Merry Christmas” as he pushes your messed up hair off your face. As awkward as it has been, you are happy to finally be in his arms on Christmas Eve.

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ronavorona · 1 year

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#snapecelebration2022 #snolidays2022 #severus snape #lily evans #albus dumbledore #snily #snevans #happy new year #з новим роком

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severusish · 1 year

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Alone, in the dark, and surrounded by the howling blizzard, Severus felt more at peace than he had in weeks. The more he let himself be buffeted by the snow, the more the crease between his brows seemed to melt away. He walked for some time, enjoying the crunch of the snow beneath his feet and the twinkle of the stars above. After a while, when it began to grow too dark to see, Severus raised his wand to cast Lumos… but halted himself in the act, hesitating. Steadily, he lowered his arm again and changed his mind — preferring, as wanderers often do, not to know where he was going in the dead of night.

I drew this for @snapecelebration’s Snolidays, Day 1. Prompt: Blizzard.

ID: image of Severus Snape, holding his wand high above his head. His expression is calm. His cloak, black like his clothes, is billowing in the wind. There is snow all around him. /End ID.

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snapecelebration · 1 year

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Attention Snapedom! The holiday season is upon us and we’re inviting everyone to partake in the Snolidays 2022 Fest!

A perfect chance to revel in headcanons, have Severus demonstrate your favourite traditions, and share the holiday spirit with all of us! Winter holidays of all religions and nations are welcome and encouraged!

This year, we are doing it a little differently by also doing a week for New Year’s Eve.

Therefore, the event will occur between 12-31 December.

How it works:

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

In order to help spark the inspiration, we’ve chosen a theme for each of the three weeks. We’ve also included 7 prompts for each week. You can combine several of them in one piece, skip the ones that don’t inspire you, or even create multiple works for a single prompt!

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

Either submit the post to our blog, or tag your own post using #snolidays2022 and #snapecelebration.

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

Happy Holidays!

#snolidays2022 #snapeceleration #severus snape #snape #pro snape #snape community #snape event

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ensnapemysenses · 1 year

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If Only for a Moment Longer

Pairing: Snape x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This idea came about from an ask I received from an anon with a list of holiday fic prompts! I combined two of them and came up with this! I also think it is very fitting with the prompts 'fireside' and 'snuggles' from week one of Snolidays 2022! Hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 888

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Severus stands in the castle's entrance, shivering, his robes covered in the powder of freshly fallen snow and his sack of harvested herbs slung over his shoulder like Saint Nicholas. He shimmies off his snowshoes followed by his damp outer robes and gloves, scowling at the thought of a student seeing him in his current state but knowing he must remove the soiled clothing immediately or he will be facing a rather nasty bout of hypothermia.

As excellent an excuse that would be to miss teaching these dunderheads on their last class before winter break, he would rather eat his own crusty, decade-old shoes and do a funny dance in front of the whole school than allow another professor into his classroom to cover for him. He can’t stand the thought of someone going into his classroom, teaching the students wrong, and silently judging him for the things he keeps in there.

He drifts down to the dungeons, which are slightly warmer than the freezing temperatures outside the castle, and drops the herbs off in his potion storeroom to dry out for the night. These things are best stored completely dry in order for them to retain their freshness and quality longer.

Upon entering his chambers, Severus throws his damp clothing by the fireplace to dry, then he takes a scalding hot shower. The water effectively warms him up in no time but for safe measure he wraps himself tightly in his warmest robe and settles down on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate, propping his feet up by the fire. He’s soon finding himself lost in the catalog showcasing all the spring seeds that will be for sale at his favorite shop in Hogsmeade and making mental notes for what he will use his school allowance to buy for his classroom when the time comes.

His quiet time is cut short quickly by a rather loud knock on his door. He groans, not wanting to get up he yells across the room at the perpetrator.

“Whoever you are, go away! I have no business with anyone tonight.”

“You missed the feast tonight, Severus,” the voice says. “I brought you a plate. May I come in?”

He recognizes that voice and his ears perk up at the sound.

He calls out their name. “I am in no state for visitors tonight. I am recovering from a cold.”

A lie? Not really, he is recovering from the harsh icy blizzard he just went out in for hours to forage potion ingredients. It’s only a different meaning of the word, there’s no harm done in stretching the truth. Especially in circumstances that would lead to someone laying their eyes upon him in his current vulnerable state — only his bathrobe covering him.

“Severus, I saw you outside rummaging around in the snow for merlin knows what! I know you aren’t sick yet, but you will be if you don’t eat a warm meal and get your strength up!”

Snape sighs. If that idiotic professor wants to lay their eyes upon the scene of him relaxing in front of the fireplace half naked then so be it. He’s sure it will cause them to scurry away from embarrassment and get them out of his hair quicker.

“Fine, come in.”

Waving his wand, Severus unlocks the door and it slowly creaks open. The professor slips in and almost drops the plate of steaming food on the floor.

“Never seen a grown man lounging in his own chambers before? Pick your jaw up off the floor and have a seat.” Severus gestures toward the empty space on the couch next to him.

“I - I think I should go,” they blush.

“How absurd! After all, you said it yourself, I’m about to freeze to death. Be a dear and get over here. I could use a good snuggle.”

The thing that happens next surprises Severus. He fully expected to be left alone after a few muttered apologies and embarrassed glances, but before he knows it, he is not alone on the couch anymore and the space between the two of them is no more than mere centimeters.

The plate of food remains forgotten on the entryway table as their bodies move together subconsciously to melt into one seamlessly. Severus feels every cell in his body lighting up and sending tingles down his spine, warming him in a way that the fireplace cannot. It seeps through to his very soul, bringing a new feeling of contentment and belonging to his heart. How long has it been since he’s been in such close proximity to another human? He isn’t sure.

He sighs and snuggles down deeper, closing his eyes. His hand decides to take a bold step before his mind can stop him and it delicately traces circles on their thigh as they both sit in silence.

He could get used to this – comfortable silence spent in the presence of another with the warmth of their body next to his.

The only thing that warns him of the time passing is the crackling of the fireplace and their deep slowing breaths as they both become heavy with sleep.

“It’s getting late,” he mumbles, his eyes slowly opening.

“I could stay,” they hesitantly suggest.

“Please,” Severus whispers. “If only for a moment longer.”

#snolidays2022 #snapecelebration2022 #snapecelebration #severus snape x reader #snape #severus snape #severus snape fic #snape x reader #snape fluff #severus snape fluff #ensnapemysenses

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momo-t-daye · 1 year

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They looked, Lucius thought, a bit like a two-headed monster hunkered in front of the fire with that blanket around their shoulders. They acted a bit like twins or some other two-bodied monster at times, odd for children that had to spill their blood before they could share it, but perhaps that was normal for mu- muggleborns and their ilk. Two-headed creatures never survived very long, and Lucius suspected this two-headed creature would fall apart at the age when children began to differentiate. In the morning he might be cross to find they’d managed to swap uniforms again, but tonight it was a perfect evening to spend indoors and they were alive and there could be twice as many fireplaces as usual or something like that.

Narcissa, who was permitted to watch the upperclassmen play cards by dint of the blood she shared with Andromeda, treated the entity “Evans’n’Snape” with baffled disdain. Of course Mr. Malfoy had to demonstrate a willingness to welcome those of inferior, or utterly absent, breeding if he hoped to be appointed Head Boy under the reign of dotty Headmaster Dumbledore, but Lucius rather seemed to have gone past welcoming and into outright indulgence.

Lily, for her part, was ready to toss another twelve logs into the grate and a straw effigy Severus had made to look like that Gryffindor jerk Potter. Fire was such good fun.

For @snapecelebration’s Snolidays 2022 Week 1 “White Winter” prompts “Fireside” and “Snuggles”

#Severus Snape #Lily Evans #Lucius Malfoy #Narcissa Black #snolidays2022 #snapecelebration #self-indulgent AU #my art

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lunap999 · 1 year

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Bah-humbug Mr. Potter! Snebenezer Scrooge for the Snolidays with @snapecelebration ☃️

#severus snape #severus snape fanart #snapeceleration #snolidays2022 #snape

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safeplacesnupin · 1 year

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I'm *slightly* early for the Snolidays but I couldn't help it! I'm so excited to share this with all of you!

A tender Snupin moment near Christmas. Inspired by the Snolidays 2022 prompt "Snuggles"

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snapeaddict · 1 year

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Snolidays week 2 - Giving

December 24th, 1965, Scotland

That tree was huge. That is an objective statement – it was huge from Severus’ point of view, but then again, he was five years old; but it was huge also from Albus’ point of view, who had picked the tree for that very reason (against the general opinion). Minerva had specifically stated that this year, a tree the size of the living room was forbidden. The flaw in her plan had been to prioritize momentary emphasis over her own interest, that of always setting crystal clear rules for Albus: as a result, this year’s Christmas tree took up only half of the room, much to Hagrid and the headmaster’s disappointment.

Decorating the tree was just as much of an ordeal since Albus favoured the muggle way. He chose each ornament very carefully from a box that seemed to be bigger on the inside than on the outside, and Minerva suspected that it was so, for it had been the home to every ornament the headmaster had bought or fabricated for the last sixty years. This year, however, was a special one. They had a child now, and to Severus, all of Albus’ eccentricities were not only appealing, they had been a source of inexhaustible delight and excitement for the whole month. The older man had pointed this out to Minerva, hoping to prove that his ‘Christmas antics’ weren’t exaggerated.

‘Yes, dear, and that is because he is a child’, she had responded. Nonetheless, she was the one who had insisted on letting Severus pick the tree’s colour scheme – mainly because he agreed with her that purple would look horrendous, she was the one who had brought the boy along with her at the Edinburgh Christmas Market, she was the one who had baked Christmas cookies with him, she was the one who had bought him a small Christmas hat; and she was the one who, terrified of her new role as a mum, has spent a month worrying about their choices of presents, taking all parameters into account, dreading Severus’ reaction as much as she longed to see it. The boy had never received a proper gift before, though he had four books his mother had gifted him which he cherished deeply. Minerva was a perfectly reasonable woman, and yet she could not help but worry endlessly about everything being perfect and at the same time, in accord with her educational principles. But who wouldn’t want to spoil a child who had had nothing? When they had started decorating the tree, Severus had told them candidly that he had never seen one ‘from the inside’: he usually saw them when, in the streets, curtains had been left open.

‘Minerva needs to help Pomona with something, what do you say we finish decorating the tree before she comes back? She said she would love to see the final result’, Albus told Severus, closing the door.

‘Yes, and I’m supposed to watch you’, the boy added seriously, taking out a few more Christmas balls from inside his father’s box.

Albus sat on the floor next to him to help him sort out the ornaments.

‘What do you mean, watch me?’

He was looking closely at a star he had made with salt dough as a child. It looked like it had seen better days.

Severus squinted and whispered authoritatively, perhaps in the same manner Minerva had said it: ‘no purple.’

‘You two really are in cahoots.’

‘Yes’, Severus replied joyfully and spontaneously, causing Albus to burst into laughter.

When they reached the middle of the tree, Albus had to carry Severus on his shoulders, as chairs no longer sufficed. When it was time for the top to be decorated, even the boy had to stretch his arms. They were both in the middle of a complex operation requiring a precise combination of motor skills when Minerva entered, startling Severus who dropped the tree star.

Chuckling at Albus’ acrobatic talents, she promptly picked it up and handed it back to the boy, taking control of the operation.

‘To your left, dear, yes, just a bit more – stop here – no, go back a tiny bit to the right – there, perfect!’

Finally Albus put him back onto the floor, and Severus seemed delighted to be back on his two feet. When he looked up however, he noticed that Minerva was carrying a small plant in a pot that she had just brought from Pomona’s; it was only after putting it on the table that she noticed the air of suspicion on Severus’ face. She laughed.

‘This one is very well mannered, I promise, Severus. Pomona set it would eat leftovers. It won’t steal anything. Now, why don’t you go get ready with dad? You know that there’s a Christmas feast with the staff tonight.’

‘But Poppy is gone’, the boy remarked.

‘Yes, she is visiting her family. But Hagrid is staying over the holidays this year. He said he can show you his friend bowtruckle.’

That was enough to convince him, and he enthusiastically ran to his room.

‘He’ll fall asleep while we are there’, Albus said, looking fondly at the end of the corridor where the boy had disappeared. ‘I will come back during the party and put the presents under the tree.’

‘Yes, that is what I thought we should do’, Minerva agreed.

The following morning, a sleepy Severus was brought downstairs in his mother’s arms; in the morning light the flicker of several presents, carefully wrapped in shiny paper, woke him up completely. Even the plant on the table had been decorated with a garland, and, if that was even possible, looked rather proud.

Severus loved each of the books he received, which he held like they were treasures; the tiny porcelain tea set, charmed so that it would never break or be too hot, was used to eat his own breakfast. His face lightened up when he poured a cup of tea for his parents, something which he had desperately wanted to do for a long time. Finally, the best of all gifts, a beautiful miniature cauldron which he would use to brew many ‘potions’ in Pomona’s greenhouse, was discovered with a delighted gasp. Cauldrons would always remain an easy way to please Severus – at 7 an even tinier cauldron from which he could drink had been his Christmas highlight and had become an integral part of the dinner landscape; at 27 it had been a cauldron with a triple case-back; at 37, the acceptance by the Academy of Potioneers of his latest prototype.

‘I have one last present for you’, Albus said, producing a formless package from behind his back.

The gift was huge, and Severus unwrapped it carefully, taking his time. He was gifted with a striking ability to do things very patiently and carefully, with ever-precise gestures, which was why it had taken them three days to fully decorate the tree. Well, that and its size.

Finally the boy finished unwrapping an enormous, completely purple octopus with a friendly expression and exceedingly long arms, which Albus put around him. ‘He has eight arms, and they all have a mind of their own’, the older man said softly. ‘He can hold you very tight, you see.’

Severus, like most children, recovered from his surprise very quickly. He hugged the plushy back with a delighted smile. Because it was brand new, all he could smell was the scent of the fir tree, and this odour would lull him to sleep for many years to come. ‘I love it’, he whispered, smiling contentedly.

‘He loves it’, Albus repeated in a malicious tone, leaning back next to Minerva. ‘And it is purple’.

#I wrote this two days ago but didn't get the chance to proof read it so it'll be my Christmas sniplet #It was supposed to be sad and then it wasn't #I'll publish the next bit another time #today's fluff day #He deserved better #severus snape headcanon #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #snolidays2022 #snapecelebration #pro snape #clin d'oeil to Rupert #HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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severussnape-prince · 1 year

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Snoliday Week 3: Resolution(s)

Here's my first contribution for @snapecelebration 's Snoliday!! Enjoy, and please consider leaving a comment 😊

Resolution by DancingInTheSliverGlow on ao3.

Summary/Teaser:

They're nearly at the sidewalk, when the piercing wail of an upset baby reaches Severus, and he remembers that Lily has a child.

"The child. Harry." Severus says, looking at Dumbledore. "How?"

Dumbledore shakes his head. "I do not know. Do you need help apparating? I can take you to Hogwarts, or your residence at Spinner's End…"

Severus doesn't answer. He's too busy looking around, finally seeing for the first time since he got there.

The house is in ruins. Parts of the outer walls remain, but that's it. Everything else is obliterated. The roof is completely gone, disintegrated. So is the second floor. The furniture, and whatever else she might've had in her house is shredded.

Even by magical extents, this is extreme.

And somehow the child survives?

#snolidays2022 #severus snape #harry potter #snape community #sevology #severitus #pro snape #snape #snapecelebration #resolutions #my fanfiction #dumbledore #mcgonagall #minerva mcgonagall #hagrid #baby snape #anti dursleys #anti petunia

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maria-de-salinas · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Petunia Evans Dursley/Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore & Severus Snape Characters: Severus Snape, Petunia Evans Dursley, Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Snowed In, Domestic Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, severitus if you squint, Young Severus Snape, Virgin Severus Snape, First Time, Vibrators, Falling In Love, Snolidays2022

Summary:

1981 was not Petunia's year. The day before New Year's Eve, determined to make a fresh start of it, she straps Harry and Dudley into the car and flees north--only to hit into the biggest snowstorm she's ever seen in her life.

Grief-stricken and dazed by his pivot from Death Eater to teacher, Severus Snape spends his holiday far from everyone, wandering aimlessly through the snow.

The last thing either of them wanted was their paths to collide, but when Petunia gets stuck in the snow, they'll get stuck with each other.

Finished. Will update once or twice a week until it's complete.

#a bit late on this one but it was fun #snolidays2022 #snape x petunia

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missmeasured · 1 year

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Happy Snolidays - New Years Revelations

Hello friends. I wrote a little something for theme of New Years. Prompts: Grateful, Midnight, Fireworks, Resolutions

In this story Severus is in an arranged marriage with a friend of his. I want to call her reader but she’s really more like ‘subject’ here because it’s from Severus’ POV. It’s meant to be a fake marriage, but Severus is struggling with developing feelings for his new wife.

Severus/Reader, Not spicy, Fluffy feelings. Short- 1900 words

Fuck. Severus repeated the refrain once more in his head for good measure. His stomach rumbled, he checked the clock. Midnight. Was it really midnight and he hadn’t eaten yet today? He moved to the kitchen to scrounge up something easy and immediate.

A tin on the counter beckoned to him. He popped open the snowy cottage scene lid and found the remains of the Christmas cookies. His hunger was a beast that had hibernated all day but now demanded to be fed. He held the sugar cookie in his fingers. Beautiful and sweet, like his wife. He felt bad crunching through her lovely handiwork at such speed. It should be savored. Then again savouring ‘shoulds’ was what got him into this lack of appetite.

He had promised her. He had said a fake marriage, no husbandly attentions being paid to her. They had shaken on it before they had announced the engagement. Then there was that line in the wedding ceremony. Kiss the bride. It wasn’t supposed to feel like fireworks.

Fuck. His stomach turned over, whiskey and cookies. He was going to make himself sick. He opened the fridge and there was a sandwich and a note. His lovely wife had made him a meal before she had turned in. He tore into it. Delicious and thoughtful… like his wife.

A simple sandwich should not make the ache in his heart worse and yet it did. She knew if she left the roast in its whole format he would not take all the parts out and make himself a meal and heat it up. She knew that he would be in need and so took it upon herself to slice the roast thinly, and doctor up this simple meal for when he came home hungry and in need.

Sandwich eaten, he gave himself permission to have another glass of whiskey. He went back to his study to pour it, but did not find the room welcoming. It was bitterly cold, so he went to sit by the fire in the living room, using his wand to bring the embers back to life. He sipped his drink. Intoxicating and additive…. Like his bloody wife.

He told himself he would have just enough to drink that when he fell into the bed beside her he would immediately sleep, not pine over her. He would not be tempted to slip an arm over her and pull her in. Merlin knows she only agreed to marry him because she did not want a man breathing down her neck and pressing his erection into her while she tried to sleep. She had thought he was going to be a friendly safe harbour and he had already tainted that safe harbour with his lustfulness.

He downed the last of his glass and set it down with too much momentum, it chinked loudly on the table and when he looked up toward the bedroom, worrying he might have just woken her, she stood at the foot of the stairs already, the quilt from the end of the bed wrapped around her shoulders. “Hi.” She smiled.

“Did I wake you?” He asked, kicking himself, he had most likely been careless.

“No. I think I could just sense you weren’t in the bed. Funny how quickly you get used to expecting the weight of someone there.” She laughed as she came up beside him in his chair. She looked from the glass to him. “You alright, husband?” They had begun calling each other husband and wife as a joke immediately after getting married, but now the word on her lips was starting to make him feel strange.

“Thank you for the sandwich.” Severus deflected. He didn’t like lying to her.

“Did you eat lunch?” She asked, she seemed to genuinely care.

“Forgot.”

“People are going to accuse your wife of neglecting you, looking all skinny like that. Over the holidays, no less.”

“I’m sorry I should have thought of your reputation when I wasn’t eating.” He smiled a tiny bit, he liked when she played with him.

“Brrrr!” She exclaimed with a spurt of sound over vibrating lips. “So cold down here.” Shivering, she shifted from bare foot to bare foot, trying to evade the cold wrapping around her toes. “Do you mind if I join you?” She asked.

Severus looked at the love seat, it was farther from the fire than his own seat, he almost shot up but she was moving toward him and he froze. She climbed into his lap, pulling her feet up onto the seat of the chair beside his legs and leaning back partially against the wingback and partly against Severus. She tucked her quilt in over both of their legs and nestled herself in with him with a lot of wiggling.

So many things to pay attention to at once. There was the top of her shoulder, very near his mouth and screaming to be lightly kissed. There was her bum in his lap, which he needed not to focus on or else he would end up embarrassingly aroused. Then there were her ice cold feet on the side of his thigh, which he could feel through his trousers, which slightly helped. He thought maybe he could lean into that, putting his hand under the blanket and wrapping it around a foot.

“You’re like ice.”

“I was just in bed kicking the covers off them, they felt boiling hot. They are never happy.” She answers. “That’s nice.” She added about his rubbing them.

“You’re nice. Sandwich maker.”

“It’s nothing, husband.” She says and then silence falls. They watch the crackling fire. He looks down at the shoulder under his chin. There’s a flimsy strap that he wants to push off her shoulder so he could have his choice of places to put his lips. This is the downside of drinking to fall asleep. He has had enough to have lowered inhibitions on his empty stomach and he did not need that just now that his wife has decided to deposit herself here.

She shivers again. He felt it deep inside of himself. His arms wrapped around her without thought. He helped tuck the quilt around her exposed arm on the far side, but he selfishly kept her other shoulder out, he might want that later. “Thank you.” She smiles tightly. There’s another beat of silence. “Is this okay?” She asked, examining his face.

“Of course.”

“Really okay? Because I don’t want this to be like the time we woke up with me sleeping on your chest and you say it’s okay but clearly it is not. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable. Nor was I then.”

“Tell that to your face, husband.”

“I just… I don’t know what to say. I promised you not to expect things from you. I don’t want to-“

“I know... I just wonder sometimes if we both couldn’t benefit from some occasional affection. You seem sad. I don’t want to presume my affection could help you with that. I know you didn’t pick me because you felt that kind of way about me, but a little snuggle or a hug every once and a while… as friends…”

“Do you often sit on your friends?”

“Just the one I’m married to.”

“It’s very pleasant.” He admitted, stiff as a board, rolling his neck like he could escape the tension in his body as the desirous part of him wanted to be let out.

She shifted again and rolled her head over to rest her face against his chest. She was all curled up against him, damnably cute. He was enjoying the weight of her on him, it was so soothing. The whiskey told him it would be fine to kiss her forehead. It would be friendly even. He slowly pressed his lips into her hairline, testing the waters.

When he retreated she nuzzled into him. “Thanks.” She said quietly. He wanted to ask for what, but was worried to hear the answer so he occupied himself with petting her arm in the guise of warming her. Then she looked up at him, and her eyes were very sparkly in the firelight. He reached up and touched her face, lowered himself toward her mouth and stopped himself.

“Sorry.” He breathed, letting her go and trying to look away.

“For what?” She asked.

“I almost kissed you.” He admitted in a mumble. “I’ve had a couple of glasses, it’s the whiskey…”

He felt her body move, he thought she was going to get up to go away from him, but her weight shifted only because she brought herself up and pecked him on the lips. “Sorry. I kissed you. I meant to… but I don’t have a good excuse why.”

He stared at his sparkly eyed wife and swallowed hard. He tried to think of what to say, he didn’t want to let this moment slip past but the guilt of it all immobilized him and his mouth too.

“Severus… I would like it… if you would kiss me.”

…Fuck. He thought as he pulled her up to his mouth. He was done for now. He had to face the fact he was falling in love with his wife. His New Year's resolution could only be to work to deserve her. He had not expected to find anything in this marriage at all, but there was a part of him that loved her already and that signaled something existing in himself that he had thought quite dead.

He kept waiting for her to pull away but her mouth kept parting and repositioning to try his lips from a different angle, and he was powerless to do anything but enjoy her softness. He wanted to stop and ask again if she was sure, but there was sureness in the way she pressed into him.

After several long minutes of kissing she pulled away and once more, he was confronted with looking at her. So pretty and curled up on him, and he was sure he couldn’t go back to living beside her and not kissing her.

“Do you um… want to go to bed and kiss till we fall asleep?” She asked.

He took his opportunity to kiss the shoulder he had been eyeing since she sat down. “Am I limited to until we fall asleep or may I kiss you again when we wake up?” He asked, worried about whether this was meant to be a temporary agreement to cure their mutual loneliness.

“I think that would be agreeable. If you want to, that is. No pressure.” She smiled as though she was trespassing on his kindness. Rather than him being so desperate to kiss her that he needed not to get attached to the idea unless he could do it again tomorrow.

“Take me to bed then.” He smiles softly. She hops up and the loss of her weight and warmth is tremendous, but then she takes his hand and leads him up the creaky stairs, and when they get to the bedroom he watches as she snuggles into the middle of the bed. “I’ll be right there.”

He goes to change in the privacy of the washroom, in the way that had been accustomed to for the duration of their marriage. When he was in his sleeping clothes he returned to the bedroom and found the covers being held open to him. He climbed into the middle with her and allowed his hands to slip around her again. She hummed happily as he did and it spurred him to pull her in close. Fuck… he thought as she gave him a kiss here in this bed for the first time. It was different kissing laying down, where he could feel her whole body pressed along his.

He was grateful to have her like this. Grateful to know that he did not have to rush, they had their whole lives to find out what lay beyond the kiss in the arm chair. Since it was after midnight, it was News Years day after all, he started plotting out his plans for the new year. Tomorrow morning he would kiss that shoulder again, but for tonight her lips were more than enough.

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