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eternallyseverus · 10 months

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!YOUNG Severus Snape x y/n | Drunk People do not lie

COFFEE | On AO3 here - 1595 words

Summary: Severus and you became best friends and feelings start to develop but none of you dares to say anything, not sure about your own feelings but everything is cleared out once the two of you end drunk in a Slytherin party.

A/N: I am not a native English speaker so I am sorry for any spelling mistake and if my first smut scene is too bad :D. I tried my best! Also I am not 100% happy with this one. It is intended to be a two chapters story but I am not sure if you guys will like it. :] Maybe the beginning is a bit slow because I ALWAYS HAVE THE NEED TO GIVE A CONTEXT AND A DEVELOPMENT.

Triggers/Warnings: Y/N is a she probably using female pronouns. Both are of age. Mentions of bully. Alcohol involved and hint of sex / intimacy. I think I am not forgetting anything else. :] ---------------------------------------------------- Severus and you have been inseparable since at the beginning of the seventh year he was paired with you in a potion project but it was hard, extremely hard for you to get closer to him and to be able to call each other best friends.

It was obvious why he was reluctant to let you in. People would mock him, bully him and life taught him nothing but to be defensive towards everyone and every moment in his life so the moment you started to show him kindness (since the very first minute you were paired with him for that project) he taught that it was because you needed to get a good grade so it was convenient for you to treat him like that.

But it wasn’t like that.

You heard a couple of rumors about him which you dismissed because luckily you grew up with the mindset of judging the people yourself with their actions not with the words other random people had about them.

You only found him a bit cold and grumpy but you thought that it was something normal because people are different so it might not be in his nature to be a warm person. But you were wrong about that.

The day you found him being teased in the Great Hall by the marauders, the way others laughed and didn’t do anything made your blood boil and you quickly got in the middle of their actions, threatening the entire group and not hesitating to take out your wand to duel them if needed. All of those weeks made you grow fond of Severus, of how intelligent, quiet, respectful he was. How hardworking as well and every time he looked at you, you were starting to see a hint of his kindness and some softness that was covered by layers of… something that you couldn’t quite decipher until that precise moment.

During that night the two of you went to the Astronomy Tower and he thanked you for your kindness and he broke in front of you, crying in your arms and telling you everything that he has been going through.

And you listened without interrupting him, only offering your warmth, your gentle strokes to his long hair and your shoulder so he could cry on.

Severus knew that you perhaps were different, not judging him and not treating him differently after talking about his life, about his pain, about his trauma.

Through the following weeks the cold and short answers became longer and warmer ones, gaze exchanged through the library and you dropped your circle of friends to spend more time with him.

He became even more gentle in everything: with his words, with his actions and with his small touches in your arms and hands whenever the two of you talked, worked or studied together.

It was due to that that you started to feel uneasy because Severus started to be, sometimes, unexpected with his words towards you.

“You look pretty today” or some “I just saw this flower and it reminded me of you when you smile” or even a daily “I missed you” every time the two of you met.

You reciprocated his words each time with a timid blush in your cheeks that (you didn’t know) he extremely loved and you started to feel some tingling around your body.

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Before Christmas Holidays arrived the Slytherin House decided to do an illegal party in a hidden part of the castle to celebrate the end of the year so obviously you had to go.

You begged him and with pouty lips and some kind words Severus had accepted to go with you knowing that no one would dare to say something to him if you were around.

So there you were with him. Surrounded by sweaty and drunk colleagues, alcohol floating around and loud music.

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“Stop telling me these things” you said breathlessly, the loud music making it hard for Severus to understand you.

“Tell you what?!” he said a little bit too loud due to the extra cups of butterbeer, firewhiskey and wine plus the loud music was making it difficult to understand you.

“Stop telling me these things Sev” you said again sounding a little bit annoyed. Severus didn’t hear your tone but he completely knew when you would be annoyed due to the change in your body expression.

His hand went to cup your cheek and your body temperature rose way too fast for your liking. Severus was almost in auto pilot, his desires and feelings conducting his actions and all was thanks to the alcohol.

“Telling you what? That I enjoy being around you? That you look pretty today?” he repeated some of the things he has been telling you tonight and you just nodded slowly.

“Yes, all of that Sev” you confirmed to him, getting closer and both bodies extremely closer. It was needed so your mouth could go closer to his ear so he could hear you better.

“And why would I need to stop?” He replied back to you, his mouth also closer to your ear.

You didn’t realize but he had wrapped his left arm around your hip so both of you could be positioned better but the truth was that he desired for your warmth.

“Because you make me feel things, Sev” you replied a little bit too honestly, praying that you would not make him feel uncomfortable.

Severus blinked twice and looked at you and he placed his glass of firewhiskey on a table that was on his right side.

“What… things?” he ventured to ask.

You gulped and started to speak again, slowly, trying to carefully pick your words and your hot breath tickling his neck and earlobe making him lose the left control he had in himself.

“You make me feel things, Sev. When you talk to me like this, When you hold my hand. When you look at me. I feel butterflies inside of me” you pointed at your stomach feeling silly “And make me yearn for your touch, and look good only for you” He was looking at your lips hearing everything you had to tell him. He only was able to say the last sentence

“Good only for me”

“Yes, for you” you replied back, your mouth moving slowly towards him.

“And… only me” he moved his mouth as well, this time his lips brushing softly against yours. “What you are feeling, y/n, is love” he ventured to say in a bold move. Once again, thanks to the alcohol.

“Do you think so?” you replied back mimicking the soft brushes of his lips.

“I do, because I do feel the same” and after that sentence he closed the gap and he gave you a clumsy kiss. Thin lips warm that tasted like a weird mix of alcohol but that made you have your eyes widened processing his confession and his kiss.

The music was loud and your heart was pounding, your thoughts racing trying to understand that he had the same symptoms as you do: love, desire, yearning to be touched.

Your hands wrapped around his waist and you kissed him feverishly, biting from time to time his bottom lip earning a soft moan from him.

People were glancing at the two of you, Severus kissing a girl and you kissing him. No one said anything, but it was obvious what they were thinking.

Your hand moved from his waist to unbutton his shirt and he grabbed your hand softly to stop you and then he shook his head.

“Not here, not now” he said breathlessly and pressed his forehead against you.

Your shoulders slumped thinking that maybe, just maybe, your advances were making him uncomfortable and that he didn’t like you more than to share some kisses.

“O okay Sev, I am s sorry” you stuttered, feeling shy. Maybe he was right, it was in the middle of a party but the two of you could move to the bathroom or an empty chamber?

“I am not rejecting you. I said not now and now here” he said a bit shyly and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You don’t deserve your first time with a drunk man, in a nasty bathroom or bedroom. You deserve it in a nice place where I can give you time and the sober kisses you deserve”

Severus didn’t know that these words and feelings existed inside of him. And he never thought that he had a chance to share this time of actions with someone else and more with someone who really liked that much.

But it was the truth.

He didn’t want to give her drunk kisses, quick encounters in a nasty place in the middle of parties. Not, at least, in her first time. Even if it was his first as well he only priority was her and only her.

You nodded slowly and gave him a smile. Severus stood silently looking at you and you stood looking at him.

“Wanna go on a date with me?!”

“Perhaps we can have a… date?!”

The two of you laughed after asking each other at the same time for a date. Even in your drunken state you found him the most handsome man in the entire world.

No need to confirm that indeed the two of you would be accepting each other’s date but you simply kissed him once again enjoying the rest of the night and a couple of butterbeers more that earned a huge hangover the following day.

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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 20: Handmade

Words: 308 | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

You aren’t sure what the expect when you get the letter from your boyfriend inviting you over tonight, and on such short notice, but you waste no time throwing something nice on and apparating outside of the tiny cottage he’s called home for decades. There’s a cool breeze that sweeps through the night once you arrive, dead leaves rustle across the cement ground and brush over your black leather boots as you approach the door and place a gentle knock.

On the other side, you hear instant shuffling, then the door swings open. In all the years you’ve dated Severus, you’d never seen him cook, let alone have an apron on. The sight brings a giggling burst from your lungs and he smiles nervously, whisking you in before any far off neighbors have a chance to bate an eye.

“What’re you doing?” You chirp and kick your shoes off before joining him through the dining room.

The candles set on the table don’t go unnoticed nor does the set up placemats or the herby aroma brewing throughout the cottage. He’s making you dinner and everything’s being handmade, and that brings tears to your eyes.

You soon join him in the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his upper back with a soft breath.

“I absolutely love you, Severus,” you hum against him.

The rustling of the recipe book in his hands comes to a stop and he turns in your arms. With a soft smirk, he uses the thick oven mitts to push the curls from your face before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, my dear,” he breathes softly just before the timer rings to a buzz against the countertop letting you both know that it’s now time to enjoy what he’s spent all day preparing.

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severussnapemylove · 6 months

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For @add-a-bit-of-neurospice <3 Took some editing time to get the story line right. AU, Severus and reader are childhood friends turned sweethearts. Sev doesn't become a death eater and he and reader leave Hogwarts together after graduation. Reader's dirtbag father is being troublesome. Tried to kept the details pretty neutral for the individuality of the reader. Title is from "Not while I'm around" by Stephen Sondheim.

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Not While I'm Around

You and Severus had walked away from everything the day after graduation. You'd known each other since you were nine. Inseparable friends, first in Cokeworth, then Hogwarts. You were each other's confidant and protector, you told each other things no one else knew. And you both knew exactly why neither of you wanted to set foot in your childhood homes ever again. You'd found a cheap place to live and some work. And somewhere along the way of finding your own place in the world, you and Severus had realised how much you loved each other.

Unfortunately, walking out on your old life hadn't been as easy as you'd hoped. You didn't know how your father had found your new address. But seemingly out of nowhere he had. First it had been phone calls, which lead to you unplugging the phone from the wall. Then the letters. All of which you tore up and burned without reading. You didn't care what he had to say. It would just be the same manipulative, gaslighting spew it had always been. Your breaking point was when you'd gone to the shops one day and he'd found you there. Trying to push you into talking to him, saying that you couldn't just ignore family. You felt ice in your veins and sick to your stomach. Without a word, you pushed past him and almost ran home.

When you reached your flat, you shut the door hard and locked it before leaning your weight against the wood. The sound of the door slamming drew Severus's attention away from his writing and he hurried towards you, concerned at the state you were in. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked, softly. His hands tracing your face and arms, checking for signs of harm. You collapsed against his chest, tears finally falling and he wrapped his arms around you, half holding you up as he lead you to the small couch. "What happened, Love? Tell me." You stayed curled up in his arms with your head against his chest while you cried and told him about your father cornering you in the store. He stayed quiet till you'd finished and kissed the top of your head, "It's alright, my love. You're safe now. I won't let him near you again. I promise. And we'll be leaving here soon, remember?" You started to smile a bit at the reminder. Severus had secured a job at the Apothecary in Diagon Ally, you were moving to London soon. Hopefully far enough to finally be free of your old life.

The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for a while longer, before a knocking at the door startled you both. Giving you a reassuring squeeze before getting up, Sev went to the door and checked through the peephole. As he suspected, it was your father. Sev looked back to you, "Wait there, I'll handle this." he said before opening the door and walking out, shutting it behind him and keeping your father hidden from your view.

The man looked at Severus with distain, "Who the hell are you? I'm looking for my kid." Severus fixed the man with an icy glare and said coldly, "I believe y/n has already made their opinion of you clear. Leave, now." "I'm their father, you can't keep me away." The man spluttered. "A poor excuse for one. Y/n does not want to see you. Now leave, before you find yourself turned into something unpleasant and washed down a storm drain." Knowing he didn't stand a chance against Severus's magic, your father had no choice but to relent and headed down the corridor. Still fuming but intimidated by Severus's cold black glare and the threat aimed his way.

Severus went back inside the flat, locking the door behind him and casting a protection seal on the lock just in case. His heart ached when he saw you, curled up in a ball on the couch with tears silently sliding down your face. He gently freed your arms from your folded up position and pulled you up into a tight hug, "I've got you. He's gone, he won't be getting near you. And we'll be far away from here soon." You pressed your face against the crook of his neck, feeling your stress slowly start to ebb away. You'd always felt safe with him, ever since you were a child. Things would work out right eventually, and as long as Severus was there, the ghosts of the past couldn't reach you again.

#Hope you like this :)#If you know the movie Truly Madly Deeply?#The way Jamie picks up Nina into a hug is how I'm picturing how Sev hugs #Tried to find a gif to add but couldn't find a good one #severus snape #severus snape x reader #pro severus snape #reader insert #gift fic #fanfic #AU #young severus #tw trauma

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Severus Snape Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

Sex Pollen*

Infinitely Better than Lily*

Nestled*

Snapemas 22*

Severus & Minnie Drabble feat. Teddy Lupin

My Love & Care ~kid!harry & guardian!severus

Glossy Eyes ~sub!severus*

First Time for Everything ~teenager!harry & guardian!severus

I’m Here Drabble ~teenager!harry & guardian!severus

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader*

Addicted to My Girl*

Oh and I take Recs, so hit me up with ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

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ecliptiz · 9 months

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MARAUDERS╰► PINTEREST BOARD’S

Including ➛ James Potter, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape & Peter Pettigrew

James Potter ➛

( ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏ�� - Qᴜᴇᴇɴ )

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— The haunting notes of the music filled the room, an ethereal melody that seemed to emerge from the depths of another world. The scent of coffee hung in the air, intertwining with an enigmatic fragrance, as if an ancient secret was concealed within it. A gentle breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, causing the crimson curtains to dance mysteriously, hinting at unseen forces at play.

The music player, seemingly of its own accord, played the song at a tempo that defied time, as if tapping into a forgotten rhythm from an age long gone. The lyrics, soft and almost whispered. In the midst of the room stood a figure wrapped in an red sweater – tufts of curly brown hair framed a face adorned with round glasses and a sly, enigmatic smile that seemed to hold untold secrets.

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Remus Lupin ➛

( ꜱᴛᴀʀᴍᴀɴ - ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙᴏᴡɪᴇ )

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— Crickets ceased their chirping as the haunting hoots of owls pierced the night sky. The eerie symphony of nocturnal creatures echoed through the air, enveloping the Hogwarts courtyard in an otherworldly ambiance. Bathed in the ethereal glow of a half-crescent moon, the once shrouded grassy expanse now revealed its mystical charm.

Amidst the nocturnal enchantment stood a figure shrouded in a tattered brown sweater, the sleeves rolled up to reveal weathered forearms. In his scarred hands, he clutched an ancient book whose pages seemed to whisper forgotten secrets.

A music player, seemingly out of place in this magical setting, perched silently on the ledge of a fountain. From its depths, a haunting melody filled the air, its soft voice cutting through the night like a siren's call.

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Sirius Black ➛

( Qᴜᴇᴇɴ - ʙᴏʜᴇᴍɪᴀɴ ʀʜᴀᴘꜱᴏᴅʏ )

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— The vast common room lay deserted, imbued with an eerie stillness, the only sound a faint echo of a music box's calm but rushed melody that seemed to linger in the air like a ghostly presence.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, the rain outside gently tapped against the windowpanes, adding to the ambiance of mystery that enveloped the room. The night moon cast a dim glow, its faint light seeping through the large window, casting elusive shadows upon the floor.

Party streamers sprawled haphazardly, their once vibrant colors now a faded, chaotic mess. Red solo cups lay strewn on the ground and tables, some still bearing traces of spilled alcohol, while others stood empty, their revelry long spent.

Amidst this post-celebratory scene, a solitary figure reclined on the crimson couch, his body sprawled in a relaxed manner. A black leather jacket hung nonchalantly from his shoulders, accentuating his striking collarbones. With eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar, pulled into a peaceful slumber.

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— In the heart of a breathtaking flower field, a gentle breeze danced among the vibrant wildflowers, painting the landscape with a kaleidoscope of colors. Amidst this floral splendor, a boy found his place, nestled in a flattened haven surrounded by the bloom's delicate embrace. His blonde hair swayed like strands of golden silk, mirroring the playful rhythm of the wind.

Beside him, a music player spun gracefully, emanating an enchanting melody that blended soft lyrics and ethereal instruments. The music seemed to weave a spell, harmonizing with the serenity of the scene. As the sun neared the peak of its descent, its warm rays enveloped the boy, casting a golden glow that illuminated the blossoms and breathed life into the entire field.

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Regulus Black ➛

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— In the dimly lit room, the soft caress of a breeze rustled the dark green curtains, hinting at a world beyond the shadows. A crumpled black blanket adorned the bed, while pillows lay scattered, bearing witness to an unknown turmoil that had unfolded within these walls.

Amidst the enigmatic ambiance, a haunting melody played softly, its origin concealed like a whisper in the wind. The figure of a young boy, his hair as dark and curly as the night, sat perched at the edge of the bed. His slim, pale fingers tangled together, a mystery in their own right, as they gripped his head, shielding it from prying eyes. His shoulders hunched, and subtle tremors ran through his body, like the echoes of secrets yearning to break free.

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Severus Snape ➛

( ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ - ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ )

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— Within the hushed confines of the classroom, a symphony of subtle sounds played in harmony. The occasional scratch of quills, the gentle creaking of chairs, the soft bubbling of cauldrons, and hushed whispers created an atmosphere of focused concentration.

In one corner, a boy stood, a mysterious figure obscured by long, greasy black hair that veiled his face like a curtain. His dark, intense eyes remained fixed on the bubbling potion before him, a cauldron filled with secrets waiting to be unlocked. Methodically, he stirred the concoction, his movements deliberate and purposeful as he added ingredients with quiet precision.

Amidst the ambiance of academia, a soft song played discreetly in the background, the student having sought permission from the professor. The melody floated through the air, its gentle rhythm blending seamlessly with the subdued sounds of the classroom. Soft lyrics whispered in the boy's ears.

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PROBABLY WILL Add as I go on, just things that remind me of these characters, there story’s and things.

Ps. The links are to the Pinterest board, not the song.

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haldirs-melda · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day!

As a treat I have uploaded another chapter to Ruby Red: Promise of Lucius.

Ao3

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artwork from https://reformed-deatheater.tumblr.com/

#young lucius #young bellatrix #young snape #lucius x reader #lucius malfoy x reader #snape fandom #professor snape #severus x you #severus snape x reader #hogwarts #current wip

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turvi · 9 months

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Forever

WARNING: KISSING, MENTIONS OF BULLYING

The crowd in the Three Broomsticks was slowly dying down as the clock hands ticked closer to 8:00 pm. Y/n's eyes still kept looking for Severus. Out of habit, she started picking her nails, as her breath got heavier with worry. She looked up at the sky, and a shiver ran up her spine.

She has been feeling heavy all day. Y/n had been feeling something was off. She tried to convince herself it was nothing, but her intuition told her something was wrong.

She couldn't take it anymore. Y/n got up from her seat and climbed on the Hogwarts Express, but not before looking behind her, trying to find him. Her heart broke when she couldn't find him.

Her heart palpitated as she slowly made her way to the Slytherin dorm. But Y/n stopped midway when she spotted a familiar blonde boy pacing in front of the Hospital Wing.

Y/n had never seen Lucius so distressed. She slowly walked towards him. "What's wrong?"

He flinched. Lucius was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize when she came up to him. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Go back to your dorm." His stern voice tried to hide that he was worried.

"Fine, don't tell me." Y/n pretended to walk away. As soon as Lucius got away from the gate, she beelined for the hospital wing.

As soon as she entered, the sight in front of her almost made her lose her balance. Severus lay there on the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey tended to his wounds.

His onyx eyes looked into the void. Y/n feared whatever thought was running through his head. Her heart broke when she heard him hiss as Madam Pomfrey applied a healing potion to his wounds.

Y/n held back a sob as she walked closer and more wounds appeared. "Severus." It hurt her throat to even speak. He looked up and looked paler when he recognized her voice.

"I'll be right back." Madam Pomfrey realized the couple needed a moment. Severus' eyes fluttered when he felt her warm hand on his cold one.

"I'm fine. There's no need to make a big deal about it." He retracted his hand. Instantly missing her warmth. But she shouldn't know what happened to him. She would see him for what he truly is. Weak. How is he meant to protect her when he can't even protect himself?

"Severus, please." She desperately held onto his hand, her breath shuddering as he looked into her eyes. Severus wondered why she looked in pain when he was the one with the wounds. "What happened?"

"You shouldn't be here." Severus looked away. He knew if he had looked into her eyes longer, he would break down and tell her everything. No. That would make him look weak. And she would leave him as everyone else did.

Y/n as a last resort, cupped his cheek. Her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek as she looked into his eyes again. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving you. You can push me away as much as you want. I'll fight you just to be with you."

Severus thickly swallowed. The passion in her eyes for him easily broke down the wall that he had built up over the years. His eyes were clouded with tears. "Can you please hold me?"

Y/n immediately but carefully got into the hospital bed and opened her arms for him like it was second nature. She tried her best not to cry. Severus wrapped his arms around her tightly and sobbed into her chest. Her heartbeat and warmth almost lulled him to sleep.

"The Marauders. They are still bullying me even after I stopped talking to Lily. What more do they want from me? Was it not enough for them to bully me just for existing?"

Silent tears dropped down her cheeks as his tears soaked into her skin. His body trembled, and she held him closer to her. Rage filled her heart. But couldn't leave him until she knew he was okay. Y/n started patting his head, softly humming as his breathing got normal.

"It's a lovely song." Severus weakly smiled at her. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers tuck his hair behind his ear. Her breath shuddered as her eyes took in the wounds on him. Y/n blinked her tears away.

"My mother used to sing it for me whenever I used to have nightmares. Although it sounded better in her voice." Y/n's voice was heavy with sorrow. She couldn't see him in this state.

"Hmm, but it's your voice that makes me feel at home."

There was a beat of silence as the lovers held each other, trying to find comfort in each other.

Suddenly, Severus pulled away from her touch. Y/n frowned as he distanced himself from her. "How can you love me, Y/n? You deserve someone better. You deserve someone normal. Not someone like me who is weak and temperamental."

"Sev-"

"I AM A DISAPPOINTMENT, Y/N!" Severus winced. His wounds burned as he moved further away from her. He felt it was selfish to keep her in a relationship with him. He didn't deserve her warmth and love. "The marauders are right, Y/n. I shouldn't even exist."

Y/n was at a loss for words. This is not the first time Severus has pushed her away, and this won't be the last time she fights to be by his side.

Severus flinched when he felt her arms around his waist again. How is he going to survive without it?

"You made mistakes, Severus. But you owned your mistakes too. You are not a disappointment. You are so talented, smart, and brave." Y/n held his hand, tracing the previous scar.

Severus, if you were terrible, you would not have lived with the guilt of how you were with Lily. You would not have tried to mend your mistakes. And I know it's not a small thing that will be easily forgiven with a simple sorry. But you are genuinely guilty of what you did. And you are still punishing yourself for it. So no, you are not terrible. And I'm going to be with you until my heart stops beating."

Severus turned around and hugged her tightly, ignoring the pain that was shooting up all over his torso. "Thank you for your forgiveness and love, Y/n. I don't know how I will ever repay you for being so patient and kind to me."

Y/n smirked, "You could kiss me." Severus chuckled as she wiped his tears. He looked into her eyes before he cupped her cheeks and tugged her closer. His lips clashed with hers as his tongue savored the traces of coffee and chocolate on her tongue. His hands frantically went to her back, holding her closer as he kissed her deeper.

They didn't realize when they broke the kiss until they were gasping for air. "I love you so much, Y/n." Severus desperately proclaimed.

"And I love you," she whispered against his lips. A promise that she won't let the marauders get away with this.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so now I have an excuse for my shitty writing . REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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heart-sized · 8 months

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flowers for you, s. snape

★⺌◞ : severus snape x f! professor reader

cw : slight age gap, mention of possessiveness and jealousy, none else that i know of

a/n : lmao i remember writing this long assed fic last year might as well post it + au where there is no voldy & lily potter is alive

other chapters : 001

masterlist // taglist

“how do you know when you love someone, severus?”

“i think it's when you see the beauty in ordinary things when you're with them.”

you stare at the cloudy sky. surely you have seen it several times, but this time it looks beautiful. can it be. . that you're in love ... with severus?

severus snape loathes muggles. they are the constant reminder of the brutality of his father. so of course, he's not thrilled when a muggle human is appointed as the new muggle studies professor. not to mention, you're clumsy, trip over his potions very often and annoy him to no extent. and yet he finds himself offering flowers. to you.

growing up, all that you have heard is about wizardry. the only muggle in your family and apparently the inherent disappointment, you surely aren't fond of the whole aspect. but when you are appointed as the new muggle studies professor all because of your father, you find out that probably, wizards aren't that bad.

“just because i agreed to be your partner, professor snape, it does not mean that i will keep on accepting each of your nonsensical ideologies and thoughts in my class.”

y/n l/n

“there are quite a lot of things in hogwarts that i cannot stand. however the top three things that i truly cannot stand are : you, you and you, professor y/n.”

severus snape

original characters :

— you can rename them as your own choice ♡

professor kiann y/l/n (your dad ♡)

sierra y/l/n (your mum ♡)

sara y/l/n (your sis ♡)

kyrus y/l/n (your bro ♡)

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xioyume · 1 year

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Hiya~Dear Author I'm just New in here and I got a very crazy idea for Young severus Snape when his Girlfriend is a k-pop Idol like she was very popular and Wealthy.. And her family really loves snape thanks!

Notes: Crazy ideas are the best ideas! Thank you for giving me the chance to write this, it sure is something different from what I’ve seen in the Severus Snape x reader tag and I love; I hope you like what I wrote too 💖💖

Edit notes: I’M SO SORRY! I WAS WRITING THIS BUT THEN SCHOOL GOT CRAZY AND THE HOLIDAYS CAME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT! I APOLOGIZE TO YOU AND THE OTHER ANON I OWE 😭😭

Warnings: a little bit of enemies to lovers, the Marauders being little shits, Reader’s race and ethnicity are not established but she comes from Mahoutokoro

Young Severus Snape with a K-pop idol girlfriend

If we’re being honest here, Severus probably hated you when he first “met” you (aka when he saw you entering Charms class and he didn’t even said a word to you but ok)

You were a transfer student from Mahoutokoro School of Magic and already a celebrity in your second day at school. Many people at Hogwarts (especially muggleborns and halfbloods) listened to your music and found you and your voice as if it was heaven sent

Snape, on the other hand, didn’t find the appeal. He thought you were just another rich girl who wanted to show off her wealth and have everyone like her to keep her ego high

So he avoided you; boy already had some rich kids making him miserable, he didn’t need another one who was also a famous singer

This made you sad, since he caught your attention from the moment you saw him at the Great Hall and wanted to be his friend

And you may or may have not developed a tiny crush on that tall, mysterious, and pretty Slytherin boy you always sat behind of in almost every class

When you found out about his friendship with Lily Evans, someone less closed when it came to meeting people, you figured you could get close to Severus through her. So you reached to her and developed a friendship, formally meeting Severus when she introduced both of you

You started hanging out almost everyday and your crush on the Slytherin boy only grew stronger, especially when he became nicer to you

The three of you liked hanging out in the library or in the astronomy tower, your favorite place in school to relax and free yourself from class stress

But one day, a small group of Gryffindors came up to you; you knew them from your year, but never spoke to them. You guessed they were some fans, as you were accustomed to

They told you their names and that they were “big fans” of your music, and that they wanted to share one of their hobbies with you. You were taken aback a little, but found it very endearing and decided to go with them

That went as good as you can imagine, since you found them harassing your best friends, especially Snape who was getting hexed by Sirius

You stepped in and called them out, putting yourself between the Marauders and your friends to protect the latter, while Lily made sure Sev was okay. The commotion was enough for your head of house to appear; you told them what was happening and they managed to get the Gryffindor boys away from you

After that, Severus was more protective of you; seeing how you willingly stand up for him caused something inside his body to always feel a little fluttering sensation whenever you were close

Lily realized this and made it her mission to set you up

After an incident trying to grow some mistletoe near you and purposely leaving the two of you alone whenever she could, Lily squealed of happiness when Severus told her you finally got together after a night walk to the astronomy tower and a heartfelt confession under the stars he thought was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from

Now to your family

When you told Severus you wanted him to meet your parents, he panicked. It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just thought they wouldn’t see him as an good suitor for you and make you break up with him

After so many constant reassurance, you managed to convince him do it and, during Christmas, Severus and you went to your house to meet your family

On the contrary of what Snape had in mind, your parents were very welcoming and nice to him. Your mom happened to be very invested in the study of alchemy and had various conversations with through the holidays; your dad was very grateful for the help in the kitchen he provided and around the house, getting his approval very quickly

Your baby brother was practically mesmerized by Sev, constantly comparing him to his favorite character from his book and telling him he loves him in a way that made your heart want to burst

During the train ride back to Hogwarts, Severus hugged you, thanking you for giving him the chance to have a merry Christmas and that you are the best present he could ask for

Needless to say, you shared your first kiss on that train wagon; a memory that you would always treasure

If you wish to be tagged in future works let me know, and again I’m so sorry 😭

#harry potter #harry potter au #severus snape #severus snape x reader #young severus #young severus snape x reader #severus snape x female reader #severus x you #anti marauders #anti james potter #anti sirius black #pro snape #platonic snily

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daily-hayley568 · 2 years

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I’ll Be Your Hero Tonight|Sirius Black

Pairings: Sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: Lucius malfoy isn’t that good with hints

Warnings: pureblood reader, swearing, kissing ig, underage drinking, Lucius, fake relationship, sexual harassment and assault

A/N: TYSM for 102 followers! I thought all my writing pieces would just flop

You had always been best friends with Narcissa Black. You two had always been close throughout childhood. Your parents were great friends and her cousins were always around. That included Sirius Black.

Sirius didn’t even bother to talk to you ever. You assumed he was a snob. The only ones you liked on his side was Regulus Black and his parents.

When you started Hogwarts, you were tied up with the Slytherins but you also had friends on the side of Gryffindor. Your first friend outside your little circle was Remus Lupin. What a sweetheart.

You and Remus were fast friends and you were worried sick about him always being gone. You quickly caught on to him being a werewolf. He thought you didn’t want to be friends anymore but you assured him that wasn’t the case. He said his three roommates, Sirius, Peter, and James also figured out his secret.

You got older and you hung around the marauders the same amount you hung out with your Slytherin friends. You began to distance yourself 6th year when Lucius had began to crush on you.

When you caught a glimpse of platinum, you hid in a broom closet or ran to your class. You couldn’t always escape.

“Hey, L/N.” Lucius had found you in the library. You were tightly tucked away from everyone or so you wished.

“Malfoy.” You didn’t spare him a glance from your book flipping the page.

“You know. All our friends think we’d be cute together. I uh kinda agree.”

You flicked your gaze up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He grinned, thinking he had won you over

“Cool. Narcissa thinks I’d look cute with a Hufflepuff boy too. She always says things like that.” You gave him an innocent smile. He sighed taking a seat.

Did you ask him to sit down? No. So what the fuck was he doing?

“You know what I mean.” His hand found yours placing it on top of it. He stroked it meaningfully, painfully unaware of the eyes burning into the back of his head. Though, those eyes didn’t see you drag your hand away.

“Ugh!” Sirius huffed turning back to his book being shushed by his friend, Remus.

The marauders decided they needed to study that afternoon, but the shaggy-haired boy couldn’t focus. He kept looking at you, glancing up from his book. Now he was chewing his bottom lip raw watching Lucius Malfoy try to advance on you.

“You should just talk to her.” Remus added and Sirius shot him a look before looking back at you.

“Moony, that’d be too hard.” James snickered

Sirius flipped them off with a close of his book.

That evening was the celebration of Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup. Somehow Slytherins found themselves that they were invited. Though, they weren’t causing problems so no one really minded.

You were standing by yourself at the window leaning against the wall with a small sigh of relief. You were finally alone. Or so you thought.

Lucius grinned, placing a hand beside your head. You were caged in. He had an awful musky scent which had you scrunching your nose in distaste.

“Come on y/n, why won’t you go on a date with me?”

You sighed glancing around the room before a boy with black hair caught your eye, “Because, Lucius, I have a boyfriend.”

This caused him to shoot his eyebrows up. “Who?”

You slipped out from under his arms and walked over to the marauders. “Sirius. Please, please just play along.” That’s all you could get in before you slid yourself onto Sirius’ lap.

Lucius joined y’all at the table. “Now y/n is saying she can’t go on a date with me, because she’s dating you.” The Slytherin spat pointing at Sirius.

The prankster had caught on it seems, getting himself comfortable. He rested his chin on your shoulder tenderly kissing it. “This is my girlfriend, Malfoy.”

“How! How is she dating you!?”

“I ask myself the same thing.”

You turned kissing him on the lips. Sirius could faint. His dreams being a short, fake reality for him. Your lips tasted of strawberry lip gloss. Oh lord.

“Siri,” you batted your doe eyes at him. “I’m dating him because I like him.” You shrugged. “He’s cute and so sweet to me.”

Lucius rolled his eyes, stalking off.

You went to slide off his lap but Sirius kept you planted there. “No, we gotta sell it.”

You nodded realizing Lucius was still watching you. So you got comfortable leaning against his chest letting your head lean against his. Your heart was thumping and so was his.

Hearts rattling against chests, Lucius’ eyes burning into them, their friends jaws dropped trying to remain calm, Narcissa smirking against the wall with Bellatrix and Andromeda.

“Well played.” Remus commented taking a sip of his butter beer. You frowned,

“Remus, that’s another scar. On your nose. What happened this time?” Remus sighed, consciously rubbing it.

“Clawed, I suppose.”

You sighed, comfortable with Sirius who’s face was beet red. “Siri.” You muttered playing with his fingers resting on your lap.

“Hm, love?”

“Thank you. Thank you for playing along. I know you might be frustrated all the single girls staring at us, but you’re the best.”

“I know I am.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes a smile on your face. “But no worries, darling. He should stay away from you. I’ll be your hero whenever you need me.”

After that night, it was a unspoken agreement. Whenever Lucius was around trying to advance on you, Sirius had his arm slung over your shoulders whispering jokes in your ear.

Sirius would walk with you to class, kiss you at the door to make sure Lucius noticed.

When you hung out with the Slytherins, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy always made comments about Sirius and you. You just ignored them.

You were having a blast. You had fallen head of heels for Sirius with acting as a couple, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You didn’t want to ruin this thing you had going on with your true feelings. If only you knew Sirius felt the same way.

“Sirius, you’ve got to tell her.” James said, exasperatingly. He adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“I.. she doesn’t like me that way, Prongs.”

“Yes she does!” Peter, Remus and James all said at the same time.

“Whatever.”

Well that what was happening at the Gryffindor common room that evening.

You were trying to get back to your y/h’s common room. Your tutoring session with a second year hufflepuff had run over.

You tripped over your own shoe, dropping all your books on the ground. “Fucking hell.” You muttered trying to pick up the scattered parchments and books.

“What a dirty mouth for a pretty girl.” You looked up. Malfoy, Snape, Crabbe, and Goyle we’re staring down at you. All of them but Lucius had their arms crossed. He leaned down to help you pick up your books.

“Thanks.” You muttered holding your books close to your chest.

“Why are you helping the whore?” Snape spat.

You looked up, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t call her that.” Lucius hissed, stepping forward running his hand through your hair.

“Please, don’t touch me.”

Crabbe knocked your books out of your hand again. This time Goyle pinned both arms behind your back.

Lucius stroked your jawline. Snape ripped your shirt. “Let’s see the whore for what she’s worth.”

“Stop!” You cried.

“I’ll make them stop, babygirl.” You let out a sigh of relief, “If you come back with me to my dorm tonight.” Snape moved to rip off your skirt.

“What’s going on down this corridor?” A prefect. thank goodness. And not just any prefect. Remus.

Remus, nor the rest of marauders could see you being blocked from their vision by Crabbe.

“This isn’t your hall, Lupin.”

“Well I heard someone screaming stop. I might as well make sure nothing is going on here. What are you three doing anyway.” Lucius had his hand pressed against your mouth to shut your whimpering up. Snape ripped your skirt, the fabric echoing through the hall.

“Who else is there?” Sirius called. He was worried that you didn’t return to the Gryffindor common room to say goodnight. He hated you being alone in the corridors. It’s not that he didn’t trust you but more of a protective manner.

“None of your business, Black.”

“Just a little whore who got caught alone. Her boyfriend not bothering to care.” Sirius’ brows furrowed.

“What’re you going on about, Snape.” This was James now.

You were helpless but at least your boys were here; Remus James Peter and Sirius. At least your Sirius was here.

You took the distracted moment to kick the crouched Snape in his face and he fell back on his arse with a groan. Lucius turned to the greasy haired boy but then he was screaming In pain after you bit down his hand.

“Salazar, you’re crazy!” The platinum groaned. Crabbe let go of you and you pulled Lucius by the collar.

“Treat any girl like that again, and I’ll slit your throat.” You spat dropping him to the ground. Sirius ran over to you, embracing you quickly before he turned to Lucius.

He crouched by his face, “Touch my girl like that again. I dare you.” Sirius stood slamming his foot into the boys face before hurrying you back to the common room.

Sirius covered you up with his jacket the way to the common room. He was seething with anger but always giving those soft eyes.

He sat you down on his bed and the other three scurried away. It was just Sirius and you.

“I’m sorry this happened.” Sirius sighed handing you a shirt of his and some boxers.

“It’s ok, Siri. You stopped him.” You gave him a soft smile. “You were there before anything else happened.”

“I know, I should’ve waited for you at the library.”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t have known, Sweet Boy.”

He nodded leaning forward resting his head against your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

“I just.. I love you too much to watch that happen.”

You both took a minute to realize what he said before he brought his head up with wide eyes. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that- I-“

You cut him off by pulling his collar towards you in a searing kiss. You only parted for air resting against foreheads, “Just so you know, I love you more.”

#writing #harry potter #wattpad #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #lucius malfoy #severus snape #young severus #young sirius black #fluff #sirius black fluff

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btsbabe7 · 2 years

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For you, always

Word Count: 6.4k

Pairing : slightly younger adult Snape x 8th year female student (of age adult student), (hogwarts university)

Synopsis: It’s not love at first sight, at least not for him, but being up to no good finally leads you into a fast-paced commitment with your substitute professor where you both grapple with his past demons and your affection towards him.

Warnings!: 18+, mentions of sex, brief sex scenes, unprotected sex, past trauma and toxic habits

Playlist for this story (just an overall Snape inspired playlist)

Yellow metals and beautiful stones, take my beloved and mend their bones. Take their pain, make it mine and entangle us together, until the very end of time. -Ava

She was a Hufflepuff, and he, a Slytherin.

The sounds of shuffling and hushed whispers draw your attention away from the book in your hand. Only select students had the privilege of being in the library after hours, and the two rushing towards you aren’t on that list, nor are they actual students anymore.

Their laughs echo off the walls as they fight for the chair directly in front of you. Their pants and grunts quickly turn into giggles as you pat the free chair next to you. Clearly they’re up to no good.

“Y/n!” George and Fred laugh while Fred grabs the book from your hands and waves it in the air.

“Hey!” You whisper loudly. “Give it back.”

“‘Give it back,’” Fred mocks before turning the cover to his own face. “Charms that Don’t Do Harm, eh?”

George chuckles, but you don’t find it funny. In fact, you’re quite embarrassed knowing that half the spells in there are usually for first years and would be of no help to you anyways.

“How did you two get in here anyways?” You hum and snatch the book back.

“Woods owes us one. He’s the new Quidditch coach, didn’t you know? He let us in,” Fred states.

“Plus we heard you needed some help,” George answers enthusiastically.

You toss them a glance of confusion.

“Help with what exactly?”

“Your crush of course,” they answer simultaneously.

Your cheeks burn hot.

If they knew about your crush, surely you’d be expelled.

“What crush? And how did you know where to find me?”

They both grin mischievously.

“She’s asking all the right questions, eh mate?”

George nods and Fred does the same.

“Never mind who your crush is. We don’t care about that,” Fred sighs.

George continues, “It’s about how you’ll find them in a castle full of people.”

You’re sure they can see the confusion spread across your features, which only amuses them more. Fred pulls you close while George pulls a folded piece of beige parchment from the inner pocket of his robe.

“Is this some sort of prank?”

“You haven’t heard of the Marauder's map?” They whisper and glance around to be sure nobody else is around.

You shake your head.

“First, you must swear that you’re up to no good,” George whispers and mutters the words with his wand poking into the middle of the unfolded page. Your eyes widen at the sight as the map opens; an entire map of the grounds and names of each student and professor on the property float along the page.

“Eh, see! We knew you’d like it.”

“You’ll be able to find your crush with this,” George states.

“Looks like your uncle is still in his office, it’s been about three hours,” Fred points out as your eyes fall on your uncle, Dumbledore’s name.

“And Professor Snape?” You ask curiously.

“Why would you care about that grump?” They chuckle together. “He’s always in his office for hours at a time, shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

“Anyways, you can find your crush with this,” George reassures. “We just wanted to help. Just be sure to look out for professors along the way.”

“Why would you guys want to help me?” You mutter as Fred closes the map.

“Well, Ron wouldn’t shut up about it. Apparently Hermione mentioned the likes of you having a crush and she won’t let up about it.”

Of course you had mentioned liking someone, which was an understatement in itself, but she’s your best friend. She hasn’t put together the pieces to figure out who he is, which is a relief. If it took her energy away from her studies, she usually didn’t let it bother her for long. However, if she told Ron, perhaps she’s still curious and watching for signs.

“Oh, and maybe ask Harry for his cloak,” George suggests.

They both scramble out of the chairs, pushing the map into your hands with George pushing his wand into the center again. “Just don’t forget to say that you’ve managed your mischief when you’re finished.”

“That’s the most important part,” Fred chimes in before joining his brother’s side with a smile.

“Thanks,” you mutter while carefully storing the map in your messenger bag. By the time you glance up, they’re both gone, and their echoing laugher is the only indicator that they had been there in the first place.

A full day passes and you hadn’t given the map much thought until Ron pulls you to the side after Professor Trelawney’s class Friday afternoon.

“Ronald!” You groan defensively. “I’m gonna be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts again.”

“Again? You’re the niece of Dumbledore, doesn’t that mean Snape has to cut you some slack?”

You shake your head, eyes already glancing down the emptying corridor.

“Being the niece of the headmaster doesn’t earn me special privileges, Ron.”

“Fine. I’ll talk to you while we walk then. I guess we all weren’t graced with a free period,” he chuckles while pacing next to you.

You focus on making it to class as you both round corners and rush down the corridors.

“So, what exactly is it you wanted to talk about?” You mutter after moments of silence.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, tearing away from his own thoughts. “They gave you the map, right? Fred and George?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’ve used it?”

“Well, no…”

“Bloody hell, Y/n! I thought you’d use it by now. Hermione’s been talking my ear off about this crush of yours. Says you deserve to be with someone who makes you as happy as I make her.”

You chuckle, but a frown follows.

You hoped she’d let up about it. After all, the person you have a crush on is strictly forbidden anyways.

“Well there’s that student trip this weekend. Maybe I’ll stay behind to talk to him.”

“But what if your crush is going on the trip too?” Ron asks curiously as you both round the corridor to your next class. “Students rarely stay behind if they don’t need to.”

“He’ll stay.” Ron’s eyes draw to yours, but you smile to reassure him. “I just know.”

He nods as you both come to a stop in front of the door of the classroom.

“Ron, I really appreciate the help,” you add before pulling him in for a hug. “But I’m late. Perhaps we’ll all catch up after you all return?”

“Of course,” he replies and gives you a short wave while you tug at the door and let yourself in.

You catch the teasing grin plastered on Draco’s face the moment you step inside. And the door slamming shut right against your back doesn’t help at all either, and only gains you the stares of the ten other students filling the seats of the class.

“Late,” Professor Snape scolds through clenched teeth. “Again.”

Of course this isn’t the first time you’ve been scolded by him for something against the rules.

“Surely Dumbledore’s niece has more privilege than the other students? Not showing up on time seems to be the only gift you’ve graced us with this year.”

“But I—“

“But you what?” He asks, spinning away from the chalkboard before marching down the steps and aisle towards you. “Another excuse, perhaps?”

You swallow dryly and shake your head while the other students snicker in the background.

“I didn’t think so.” Snape spins back towards the front of the room, leaving you gasping for air against the wind of his robe and the lingering smell of bitterness.

You sit down in the only seat open in the class—next to Harry of course, who looks apologetic.

You all spend an hour reading over materials, copying Snape’s potion lists that he’s scribbled across the board and testing out small spells before class is dismissed.

“Y/n,” Snape says, not even turning to glance at you this time. “Stay.”

The other students begin giggling and whispering, but you know you’re in trouble when Harry pats your shoulder gingerly before leaving. The loud slam of the door being the indicator that you two are now alone.

Professor Snape turns away from the board, places his wand on the desk and slowly walks toward you with a permanent frown displayed on his face. Your heart pounds violently under your robe, nails digging into the walnut table beneath your grip while chewing your bottom lip to prepare for your scolding. He steps right in front of you, barely giving you enough space to stand, let alone breath. His eyebrows are furrowed, but his features quickly soften as he peers into your eyes and opens his mouth.

“Detention all weekend. No trip.”

And just like that, he’s waltzing back to his desk.

“You’re dismissed.”

You can feel the wobble in your knees as you gather your book and quill and walk towards the oversized door. Once you’re in the hallway, you can feel the burning of tears forming in your eyes. You can feel the aching of your knees and weakness in your arms from embarrassment. Of course it would’ve been worse in front of your classmates, but him doing it alone felt equally excruciating. Nonetheless, your plans of not attending the class trip had become solidified, and not on your own accord.

“He what!?” Hermione groans, pacing the space between you, Harry and Ron’s legs. “He can’t do that!”

“Actually, I believe he can,” Harry sighs cautiously.

“It’s fine, I’ll just prepare for exams. Besides, I didn’t want to go anymore anyways,” you mutter, looking to Ron for backup, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hermione.

“You knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Hey!” Ron shouts defensively, sheer panic on his face. “To be fair, my mind was elsewhere.”

You reach for your best friend’s hand and pull her onto the bench beside you.

“Moine, weekend detention and missing the trip isn’t the end of the world. There will be other trips and other weekends to spend together.”

“But this is our very last year,” she huffs.

“We’ll have plenty of years together. Plenty of time to travel without the restrictions of school and professors,” you reply while tossing your head back and smiling at the purplish-pink clouds fading towards the sunset.

She rolls her eyes, but let’s out a sigh while shaking her head.

“Fine,” she huffs and pulls you in for a hug. “But I need to talk to Ron in preparation for the weekend. I just know he hasn’t packed yet.”

You nod with a giggle and she reaches for Ron’s hand before pulling him off the bench.

You watch as they step away towards the grassy area further away from you and Harry, and you wish you had the freedom to do that with your crush.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Harry asks, quickly bringing your attention back to present.

“Of course, Harry. Just promise me you guys will have fun.”

“We’ll miss you for sure,” he sighs and grabs your hands, which immediately makes you flustered. “But I promise.”

You glance down at his hands nervously, eyes focused on the way his thumb rubs over your flesh tenderly. He’s never touched you besides a casual pat on the shoulder to either get your attention or to wish you luck. So which is this?

You lean into the comfort that his hands provide and use that to muster up the strength to ask for his help.

“Harry, I uh… I actually have a favor to ask of you,” you stutter and draw your eyes up to his. “Do you think I could borrow your cloak while you’re away?”

The next morning, you’re waving and sending your friends off as they stray away from the castle with somber smiles on their faces. You know they’d rather have you with them, enjoying butterbeer and the company of each other instead of knowing you’ll be stuck in ‘Snape’s Dungeon’ all weekend, as Ron had put it. Nonetheless, you have all intentions set on making this weekend the best yet, despite the minor inconvenience of detention.

Once your friends disappear from your line of sight, you turn back towards the castle, only to find Snape lingering by one of the courtyard posts. He’s chatting with your uncle about something you can’t overhear, but you’re surprised to see his permanent frown replaced with a smirk of pure content. He catches a glimpse of your staring, naturally, but you soon come to realize that you’ve been eyeing him for much too long. Far too long for the eyes of a student to linger on a professor, that is.

Moments later, your uncle gives you a brief wave before dismissing himself and strolling back into the castle. Shortly after, once your uncle is out of sight, Professor Snape thunders toward you.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” He questions with raised brows, overlooking the landscape before his eyes fall on you. “Or perhaps you were attempting to eavesdrop on the conversation between your dearest uncle and I?”

You gulp, feeling the same wobbliness in your knees that your felt just a day before. He’s not nearly as close as he was in the classroom, but the knot in your stomach feels just the same.

“Don’t forget,” he states slyly, sporting the same smirk he had given your uncle earlier, this time in exchange for your silence. “Detention all weekend, starting at 6pm.”

6pm!? Night detention would surely be worse than morning.

You pout, but he only smirks again before twirling around and heading inside, leaving you trembling in the wake of his absence.

You fill the rest of the day with reading and some light sketching out in the empty courtyard.

You wish you had more time to watch the sunset, but with only an hour left until detention, you return to the Hufflepuff wing. You quickly strip your robe off and uniform off to shower before heading back into the common room to think while awaiting your doom.

At a quarter to six, you pack your belongings and start the long trek to Professor Snape’s office.

The hallways are eerily quiet aside from the lingering footsteps of students who stayed behind as they rush back to their dormitories. Being in the corridors and wandering the castle at night was prohibited, a violation against the school rules, except in the chance of detention, of course.

You come to halt outside the intricate wooden door of Professor Snape’s office. Drawing in your breath, you draw your fist up to knock, only for your hand to brush against nothing at all.

His eyes are on yours and once you realize, you straighten up nervously.

“It appears you are capable of being on time, even early, just not to class,” he notes sarcastically as you step into the office.

Darkness engulfs the room, except for the sunset spilling through the lattice windows to your left.

But what were you expecting from someone like him anyways? Unicorns and fairies?

Shelves and worn wooden cabinets line the walls of his entire office and house an endless assortment of bottled potions, ingredients and herbs. His desk is neat with stacks of books on potions and the works of great wizards before his time, a bundle of fresh quills front and center, potion bottles and marked up scrolls tied with twine, not to mention an array of ink bottles lined neatly in a tiny basket.

“Sit,” he demands from behind you.

You sit in the black leather chair in the corner of the room and place your bag on the floor with a bated breath.

“It’s technically against the rules to have you here this late. However, as a temporary replacement for Remus, I get to make the rules and you’ve been late three times this month alone.”

You swallow hard, attempting to take everything he’s saying into consideration while trying not to get lost in the darkness of his eyes.

“Are you listening to me?” He snaps, coming down to his knees in front of you. Anger ripping through his eyes, but it quickly fades the moment they meet yours.

Does he feel it too? Does he realize the way your core burns at the thought of him being upset and scolding you because it shows that he actually cares?

“Y/n,” he hisses slowly, making sure to annunciate each word that follows. “Whatever you’re trying to do is strictly forbidden.”

He’s within your grasp, but somehow all the years spent pondering over your feelings for him fail you. You realize, in this moment, that you’re utterly in love with him and there’s no way he can reciprocate those feelings appropriately. Even as an eighth year student and it being your final year, engaging in such behavior wouldn’t go unscrutinized.

You dry your sweaty palms on your robe after he turns away to his desk. Despite your own feelings, you thought he’d have something more adventurous in mind for your punishment, but you never expected to be sitting in silence in the corner of his office while he scribbled away on his scrolls and graded student quizzes.

It only takes an hour for your book to grow boring before your mind simply won’t stop pondering about the man working in front of you.

He’s spent his whole adult life teaching. From adolescence to adulthood, he had always been overlooked—from being placed in teaching a class as simple as Potions and never being given the full opportunity to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts until Professor Lupin had taken personal time was a simple example of that. And in the midst of it all, you remember the horrible stories Harry shared with you, and only you, about the memories Snape had once shared with him when he was in a state of pure desperation. Bullied as a kid, having his first love stolen from him, and it was no secret that Snape had become a Death Eater to finally try to find belonging amongst his peers, only to find the woman he loved dead after switching alliances. He had never been dealt the easy route in life and that led him to become bitter.

And who wouldn’t when they never received anything they deserved in life? Who wouldn’t become bitter after every choice they made, no matter good or evil, brought on constant heartbreak and pain?

You slip out the chair and leave your book behind on the leather. You can feel his eyes boring into you as you eye a single shelf of potion ingredients before he returns his attention to whatever he’s been working on.

Every groove and knick in the walnut, every particle of dust lingering between the shelf and bottles can be felt against the flesh of your fingertips as you glimpse over the assortment in front of you.

Lavender. Aconite. Dried Nerium Oleander. Snake Fangs. Horned slugs. Unicorn horns and hundreds more corked and sealed jars line the full, yet organized shelf. You can only imagine the types of potions he’s brewed in this very office and in his lifetime alone.

“Quite curious, aren’t you?”

The feeling of heat sweeping over the back of your neck causes a tingle to run down your spine.

“Maybe,” you breathe softly while lifting your fingers from the shelf and rubbing the dust between them and your thumb.

“I didn’t think a young Hufflepuff such as yourself would be interested in the likes of something so simple, yet complex as potion making seeing that you find it difficult to make it to class on time.”

“Perhaps that opinion was formed at the liberty of your own insights and not by merely observing or asking me of my interests?”

He steps in front of you with a smirk. His obsidian curtain bangs clouding the seriousness in his hooded eyes. “I’ll have you know that I take notice in the interests of all my students, believe it or not.”

Is that so? Is what you’re tempted to ask, but instead you carefully bring your trembling hand up to his cheek. The warmth of your hand radiates against his cool flesh as he leans into your touch with closed eyes. It only lasts for a moment, barely, before he’s ripping away from your touch—not disgusted by it, but disappointed in himself for letting his guard down. And to almost let his guard down after Lily failed him so many years ago would be paralyzing.

“Strictly forbidden,” he groans.

“B—“

“You’re dismissed!” He snarls, not saying another word.

You rush towards your belongings, gathering them quickly before rushing out the office and running to your dormitory with tears flooding your eyes—not for yourself, but for the pain you felt expelling from his anger.

You spend most of the night tossing and turning in silence—contemplating the reasons one would think they’re incapable of deserving love, only to come up empty-handed. It’s not long before you toss your quilts back and rush towards your bag hanging on the tattered coat rack in the corner of the room, letting out a tiny, “lumos” to illuminate the contents inside.

You plop down on your bed with the blank parchment and press your black walnut wand against it with a deep breath, swearing that you’re up to no good.

As the map reveals itself to you, your eyes search the map for your uncle first. After all, he’d be the only challenge in your way with your friends gone and out of your hair for the time being. But much to your surprise, he’s nowhere to be found on the map.

As you mediate on it, you remember Professor McGonagall stating he’d be away on business over the weekend, which allows you full range over the castle. The others professors had gone to accompany the students on their trip and the select few that stayed behind appear to be in their sleeping quarters for the night. It’s amazing, this map, the way it shows exactly where everyone is at this very moment. And as you search for Severus, it seems that he’s already on his way to find you.

You swallow hard and close the map, stating the words Fred and George had advised before stuffing it into your side table drawer with your wand before shuffling out of bed and making yourself appear more presentable in your pajama shorts.

The knock on the door is expected, but still makes your stomach flutter and your heart skip beats in your chest. You carefully open the door, only to be met with his eyes gazing straight into yours.

“I’m sorry for waking you, I shouldn’t have come,” he states immediately and turns to leave, only stopping at the feeling of your hand firmly grasping his arm.

“Stay,” you plead, equally surprised by the neediness lacing your voice.

“Y/n, it’s forbidden for a teacher to be with a student,” he replies simply in a tone so much softer than you’re used to.

He knows.

Not that your actions in his office earlier weren’t obvious enough, and Severus Snape was never one to be oblivious to subtle cues, though he sometimes chose to ignore them.

“Severus,” you mutter cautiously, “you deserve happiness. You deserve to be loved for once.”

You can hear the way his breath gets choked up in his throat before he fixates on you.

“Not by you,” he answers coldly. “I don’t deserve your love.”

But you had prepared for this. You’d spent all night playing the scenarios through your mind.

“That’s not for you to decide, is it?”

His furrowed brow softens and raises in curiosity as you lead him more and more into the room until the door is shut and locked behind the two of you.

“If anyone finds out—“

“—then we’ll be prepared,” you finish, allowing your fingertips to trace down the length of his buttoned tunic before meeting his sparkling eyes in the dim moonlight coming through the lattice windows.

His lips rush against yours and you gasp softly as he takes you in his arms and twirls you around. He hums against your lips while you quickly undo the buttons clasped against his chest. His lips don’t leave yours when he lies you back against your bed, the pine creaking lightly under your bodies as he molds himself against you. The weight of him against you feels so foreign, yet so perfect.

Moments pass and your hands find themselves tangled in the greasy thickness of his black tresses while he kisses into your neck, earning a soft moan from your lips.

The sudden coldness causes your eyes to flutter open against the dimness. He stares into your eyes, lightly stroking your curls with a sigh. You know something is wrong—something in his mind has once again convinced him that this is wrong, that he doesn’t deserve this.

He slips off of you with no words spoken and begins buttoning his tunic while you lie in discontent on your golden and black quilt.

“Severus,” you whine, but he shakes his head and draws his hand up to silence you.

You can see the torment in his eyes again and you wish you could understand it, wish you could take it all away. He walks towards the door, hand stopping on the knob as you call out for him again.

“I made you aware that this was forbidden,” he states sternly. “We’ve already gone too far tonight.”

Swallowing hard, you bite back tears as he slips out the room and leaves you alone with your thoughts of him once again.

If only he knew how much your heart genuinely yearns for him.

You’ve hardly slept at all, but finally force yourself out of bed at noon. Surely the lingering professors would soon wonder why you haven’t come down to eat yet, but all you can think about is Severus. And if your lips didn’t still tingle from the coolness of his against yours last night, you’d swear it were all a fever dream, and it wouldn’t have been your first.

You let your curls down in the mirror with a sigh. Your cheeks are hot and flustered at the thought of last night and seeing him again today knowing you’ll have to pretend nothing happened at all. And the worst part, the part that hurts like a basilisk fang to the heart, is that he still believes he doesn’t deserve any of it.

Six o’clock approaches quickly and you stand outside the familiar door with weary eyes. Your thoughts had torn you apart and exhausted you endlessly, yet you’re here, ready to try it all over again because he deserves it. You know he does.

You expect him to open the door like he had the previous night, but you’re not greeted. Though, you know he’s in his office, you had checked the map to be sure, just in case he decided not to show.

As you push inside something crunches under your shoe and you glance down to see burnt pieces of scrolls leading the way towards his desk. After closing and locking the door, you drop your bag to the floor and approach his desk with caution.

Ink pitter patters on the scrolls below the desk. This catches your attention first, then the sight of him, and it makes your stomach churn.

Severus leans against the desk with his head bowed shamefully in his palm. There’s a bottle of whiskey sitting on the desk, still clutched in his other hand. He’s drunk and he’s in so much pain, you can sense it.

You grab the ink bottle and sit it upwards before grabbing the whiskey from his hand, which earns you a loud, muffled groan on his behalf.

“Give it back, Y/n.”

Luckily, he’s not as drunk as you thought and you’re glad he’s coherent enough to remember that it’s you that’s there with him.

“You’ve been drinking?” You ask blatantly, remembering that your uncle mentioned Snape’s hatred for drinking. He mentioned that the smell of alcohol alone brewed anger within him due to his abusive father’s habits.

“Obviously,” he states and drops his hand to catch a glimpse of you.

You roll your eyes and quickly cast a cleaning spell before slipping onto the edge of his desk in front of him while capping the bottle.

“Why?”

He groans and sits up in the chair, gazing at everything in the room, except you before answering, “You think you love me and it’s simply too much to bear.”

You swallow and stare at him with nothing but seriousness sparkling in your irises.

“I don’t think,” you state sternly, waiting for his eyes to find yours before continuing. “This crush that everyone thinks I have has been so much more for such a long time. I’d be lying if I said you aren’t the only thought on my mind every waking moment. You’ve become my only thought, my only breath, my only desire. I don’t think I love you, Severus, I know I do. I can feel it, I just wish you would allow yourself to receive it.”

There’s confusion and realization in the pain clouding his deep brown eyes, but he remains silent. After all, even you had no expectations after seeing him last night. You just knew you couldn’t give up that easily.

He stands up, eyes focused on yours as his body towers over you with anxiously parted lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

A spark flickers in your eyes at the saying and he wishes you could see yourself from his point of view. He wishes you knew how beautiful you look perched on his desk with your hands nervously tugging at the hem of your skirt. He wishes you knew how crazy you drive him, almost as wild as the curls framing your face. He wishes he could tell you how you’re all he can think about, how the taste of your lips was all that engulfed his brain the moment he walked out last night, and how your touch had burned his flesh in a way no dark magic ever could. Yet, all he can do is try for you.

His hand caresses your cheek just as yours did his yesterday, and you lean into his touch with a grin.

“Y/n,” he mutters, waiting until your eyes flutter open before finishing. “If we do this forbidden act, there’s no turning back. You understand that? Understand that once we give in, we belong to each other? There won’t be anyone else that compares to you and you’ll remain the only object of my desire forever.”

Your heart almost explodes at the thought. If only he knew the amount of time your heart spent beating for him, and only him, would he be asking this?

Surely he’s noticed all the stolen glances you had given over the last four years. If only he knew the reason you were always late was solely just to be in this very moment with him, would he understand?

“Are you sure?” You ask.

He nods, staying focused on you. “But I told you, I don’t deserve your love.”

“You deserve the world,” you breathe. “I know there’s pain in letting your guard down, in letting someone back in after heartbreak. I know there will be challenges, but I’ll always be here for you, Severus, for as long as I shall live.”

“Always, for as long as you shall live?”

You nod just before his lips crash into yours.

Both of you exhale, taking each other in like you’ve spent a lifetime waiting. You can’t exactly explain how it happens, but you don’t want it to end.

You don’t want to let go of the way his hands pine into your flesh as the pants and moans that bounce off the walls only solidify your love for each other. You can’t let go of the feeling of his eyes being solely focused on you because he truly wants you to know how much you mean to him. He wants you to know he’s committed, that you are the only woman he desires. That he, in fact, loves you too and has for quite some time, despite his own attempts of trying to overlook the signs. And for the first time in months, he smiles and it almost kills you.

You grip the edge of the desk with a gasp the moment his thrusts falter. His eyes squeeze shut and his hushed pants fill your parted mouth. You’re so close that you can hardly focus.

“I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve made you have to endure,” he whispers and collapses on top of you.

You wrap your arms around him and whine as his hands grip your flesh firmly before he spills into you. You whimper at the feeling, so much warmth and unfamiliarity filling your womb that it makes your head spin.

You lie back on the desk to steady your racing heartbeat as he plops down in his chair to catch his own breath. It isn’t long before realization settles in and all you can do is smile.

“You’re the one that deserves the world,” he states, “and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to give it to you.”

You smile with closed eyes, holding onto the lingering moments of sheer ecstasy that follow your high. And you spend the remainder of your time together in each other’s arms.

The following night is your last together for awhile and you spend it in his sleeping quarters with your moans muffled under his palm.

Your eyes roll back and he smiles at you with a sparkle in his eyes, one you’ve grown all too familiar with within the last twenty-four hours.

“I love you,” you whimper as he spills inside of you again.

He slips off of you, huffing violently before collapsing beside you for the third time today.

“I’ve given your proposal some thought,” you breathe, focusing on the fire crackling in the fireplace across the room that he started to provide warmth and lighting for the evening.

He stirs next to you and you can feel his eyes on you, but he doesn’t utter a word. He remembers what he proposed to you after making love to you for the very first time, and though you already had the answer waiting on the tip of your tongue, he told you to give it some thought. You’re still young with lots of life ahead of you, but so is he, and you know exactly what you want, and it’s him.

It’s always been him.

You turn on your side, allowing your curls to freely pool over your bare shoulder blades as you trace the indentation between his brows. Your fingertip grazes down the bridge of his hooked nose and over the edge until it meets his closed lips. His eyes are closed now against your touch as shaky breathes leave his mouth.

“Severus,” you hum and caress his cheek.

He turns his gaze back to you, eyes lidded and tired, but focused with a tinge of worry flickering in their depths.

It’s only natural for him to be worried; given his history, your decision to his proposal could break him and he simply wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“I want to be with you… forever,” you breathe out.

He trembles underneath your touch, but you swear you feel his heart beating with yours, the only noise pounding in your ears as he pulls you close with a sigh of relief before kissing you slowly.

“I want to do it tonight,” you whisper against him.

“Tonight? Surely you want to wait?”

“I don’t want to wait. I’ve done my waiting, four painful years and three days of it.”

He sits up and you mirror him.

“Whatever you wish, my love.”

The two of you climb off the bed.

He slips back into his tunic as you wrap the extra obsidian sheet around your body. He meets you at the edge of the bed and takes your hand into his while leading you in front of the fireplace.

The burning embers illuminate the cracks in the wooden logs a deep, crimson red. The warmth radiates off his body as he pulls you closer, taking your left hand in between your bodies with a smile.

It’s only right that a spell bonds this until an official ceremony can take place, but as he slips a simple, gold banded emerald ring onto your finger, you realize he’s so much more prepared than you expected.

It’s absolutely gorgeous and it fits perfectly, no adjustments needed as if it had been made just for you.

You open your mouth to say something, tears of happiness flooding your vision before you’re shushed by the warmth of his lips pressing into yours. His hands caress your cheeks and he places a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you down onto your knees with him.

“The words of the spell are simple,” he breathes. “But it only works if both parties mean them wholeheartedly.”

You know you’re completely committed. You just hope he feels the exact same, despite all the times he’s reassured you.

“Together then?” He insists and takes your hands in his.

You had practiced the spell over and over again since last night, muttering the words as you watched the sun rise and sketched in the empty courtyard. It’s a simple spell, yet you know the power it holds. It would bound the two of you together forever, for a lifetime and even after death, but it was a commitment you were ready for.

You nod and squeeze his hands with a reassuring smile.

“And you want this?” You ask last minute, eyes focused on his.

“Yes,” he answers simply, no hesitation in his tone or eyes.

“Then together.”

You stare into each other’s eyes as you sit knee against knee, hand in hand in front of the heat of the crackling wood before casting the spell together with closed eyes.

“Yellow metals and beautiful stones, take my beloved and mend their bones. Take their pain, make it mine,” you both vow and squeeze each other’s hands tighter as the pain rips through you both. You can feel all the pain he’s ever felt, every heartbreak, every disappointment, every failure, and it brings tears to your eyes as each of his memories become your own, and yours, his. “…and entangle us together, until the very end of time.”

When you both open your eyes, an emerald fire burns golden around the both of you. He chuckles in pure happiness and it warms your heart and erases all doubts that had lingered.

The fire burns out after a few moments and you crash into each other, gasping loudly against each other’s lips as he lies you back and makes love to you once again. Only this time, a golden fire burns in the depths of his eyes, and an emerald green in yours.

He’s finally yours, and you his.

“Forever and always?” You gasp softly.

He carefully takes your curls into his hands and presses a firm kiss against your mouth.

“For you, always,” he breathes.

A/N: I couldn’t not write this with Autumn slowly approaching and after I diving back into researching the details of my HP house placement this weekend [after years of being placed in Hufflepuff].

It made me nostalgic and made me realize that I miss the HP world so much. Now I’m determined to rewatch all the movies and repurchase the books I lost so many years ago. And in the meantime, it only felt fitting to write something Snape related since his arc always hits me right in the feels.

S/N: A quick Labor Day weekend write (sorry if there were typos). Also, this was a jump away from my normal kpop fanfics and I’ve been on the fence about posting it. However, I can’t make progress if I’m nervous about sharing, so I’m giving in!

As always, thank you to whoever decided to read. I hope you enjoyed it! 😊

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