#sev u are amazing!

[dreamskug]

Ivarr by @wraithsoutlaws Thank you so much! 🖤

[seer-smiles]

Hi hiizzz :D

Hiii!!!!! I'm Sybil Trawelany! :D

she/they/he and I'm 16

gender doesn't matter to me! 🩷🩷 if I love u I do!

I'm a Ravenclaw!

I love divination and potions, plz plz plz ask me about them!!

You can usually find me in the library or the divination classroom ✨✨

my hair color switches from blonde to brown a lot so don't pay it much mind!!! I have it change based off my emotions :)))

I won't tell which is which thooooooo

these r my friends!!

@pandora-opens-the-box PANDA!! my bff

@brightestrockstar Sirius!! he's friends w Lily!!

@jamie-pr0ngs-p0tter He seems cool!! friends w Sirius!!

@reg-theblack Regulus!! Super Coolio and smart

@cemetriiez BARTY! Fellow ravenclaw (totally doesn't scare me a bit)

@marls-the-mother-fucker she seems so amazing I wanna be friends 😔😔

@lily-with-one-l LILY!!! amazing and sweet person!!

@evan-therose1 EVAN, PANDAS TWIN

@d-d-dor-cas Dorcas! so so cool

@sev-darling Severus! idk him well

ooc: if you don't like my interpretation of her you can leave— I don't own any of these photos all creds to original owners

[archangeldyke-all]

Helloooo! I'm gonna try my best explaining this but I was wondering if you could write something about sevika having you between her legs and while her legs are forcing your open (hopefully that made sense) and her playing with your pussy? Or maybe even your clit and perhaps edging you thag way aswell? (I really do hope this made sense 😭)

Anyways have a wonderful day and if you don't want to write something like this thags completely fine 😋

heheheheheheheheheheheheeheh... i'm gonna combine this request with another one! hope u enjoy :)

hmmm would you ever write sevika tying reader up? 🫣🫣🫣

men and minors dni

sevika's got your back pressed to her chest, her legs wound around yours to keep your legs spread, as she gently fucks you with two of her fingers. her free hand's groping your tits and stomach, and her mouth has been sucking endless hickeys into your neck and shoulders.

she's had you like this for an hour. and she hasn't let you cum yet.

your hands are clawing at her strong arms, but she doesn't even seem to notice. she's drunk off of you, off of the sounds you're making and the weight of you pressed against her chest, the little twitches of your body when she circles your clit with her dripping wet fingers.

"sev-- please please please lemme cum, i-- ah fuck-- i've been so good for you 'm fuckin dying for it sevika, please!" you whine. sevika chuckles, her chest rumbling against your back and her lips pressing against your ear.

"'y should see how desperate you are right now. so fuckin' hot." she mumbles, ignoring your pleas. you whine and struggle in her hold, but don't get far. sevika sinks her teeth into your shoulder. "quit squirming." she growls. you relent, melting back into her hold. she smiles against the bite mark and plunges her fingers back inside you.

"sevika!" you whine. she chuckles again.

"you said i could do anything i wanted to you if i did the dishes tonight. so shut up and take it." she grunts. you whimper.

"b-but-- 'y didn't even do the dishes yet!" you whine. sevika laughs behind you. "'s no fair!" you whine again. sevika just hums in faux sympathy as she continues to abuse your g-spot with delicious little circles. you're close-- you've been close for the past thirty minutes-- and she can tell. sevika knows your body like the back of her hand, and she knows just how far she can take you before she has to pull away, cutting you off from your pleasure moments before you cum. there's tears in your eyes as you gasp. "no!" you whine. "no no, please, sev, please, c'mon!" you whine. she laughs, scratching at your thighs and ignoring your twitching clit inches away from her hand.

you aren't thinking anymore, and your hand flies down to rub at your clit. you're so close, gasping and shaking and crying as you touch yourself. sevika lets you, and for a second, you think she's going to let you get yourself off. you melt in relief, your orgasm building in your stomach, and just when you're about to tip over the edge, sevika wretches your hand away.

"wait!" you cry. she chuckles as she pulls both of your hands behind your back, wrapping her belt around your wrist and pulling it tight. you struggle against the bond, but can't break free, especially not with your bound wrists squished between sevika's abs and your back. "sevika!" you scream in frustration.

"poor baby." she says.

"i hate you!" you cry. sevika laughs.

"i love you too, baby." she says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you whine and cry against her while she strokes your hair and presses kisses to your face. "you okay?" she whispers, dropping her sultry tone of voice to genuinely check in on you. you sniffle and gather your thoughts, checking in on yourself, too.

"gimmie a kiss." you demand, turning your head to pout at your wife. she grins and leans forward pressing her lips against yours, smiling against you. "you're evil." you whisper against her lips. she laughs.

"you're amazing. takin' it so well." she says. you whimper. "you wanna cum?" she teases you. you pout and nod. "beg for it." she says, her fingers ghosting over your cunt. you shudder.

"please make me cum, sevika. i need it so bad. need your fingers-- need you to make me cum, please!"

she hums, then plunges her fingers back inside you.

you're shaking in her grip, anticipation and arousal and nerves coursing through you. "please don't stop, please don't stop, please, sevika, please, i need it!" you whine. sevika hums against you, pressing kisses to your scalp.

"y' want me to keep going?" she asks. you groan and nod. she smirks against your neck. "i'll keep goin' babe." she promises.

you sigh in relief, melting against her chest and letting pleasure course through your body. sevika keeps her word, and she fucks you until you cum around her fingers.

"f-fuck!" you scream as you finally, finally cum. it's ten times more intense than usual, all the edging having worked you up beyond belief, and you barely recognize the animalistic groans and grunts coming from your lips as sevika works you through it.

"awe, there you go honey. feel so fuckin' good cummin' around my fingers, you needed it real bad, huh?" she teases. "you're makin' a mess." she whispers, "look, look at the sheets." she grunts. you can't-- your eyes are scrunched closed and you can hardly breathe, but you can feel the puddle she's referring to under your ass.

"sevika!" you gasp out as the last wave of your orgasm washes over you. sevika chuckles, her fingers continuing to work inside you to prolong your orgasm. you start twitching from overstimulation, and your pleasure melts into discomfort and sensitivity. "w-what are you--"

"you begged me to keep going, honey, i'm just doing what you asked." she whispers with an evil laugh as she continues ramming her fingers in and out of your squelching cunt. you're writing in her gasp, trying to fight the hold her legs have on yours to close your thighs-- but sevika's way too strong and you're way too fucked out for it to be a fair fight.

"sev!" you gasp. another orgasm washes over you, completely unexpected, and sevika gasps as you start squirting.

she pulls her fingers out, only to fiddle with your clit, your cum spraying everywhere-- soaking your bodies, the bed, the wall behind you.

"holy fucking shit, i love you." sevika grunts. "you're so perfect. give it to me honey, give it all to me." she demands.

when your stream becomes a trickle, sevika grunts in disappointment and delivers a swift smack to your cunt. you gasp and shake, a tiny trickle of squirt soaking her hand, and sevika chuckles, smacking you again.

"sev!" you gasp out. she hums.

"yeah?" she asks, her fingers returning to rubbing gentle circles in your clit.

"i-i can't!" you whine, knowing that she's looking for more. she laughs.

"yes you can, y' just did. all you gotta do is lay there and take it, baby, and you're doin' such a good fuckin' job." she mumbles. her fingers dip down to sink back inside you, slowly fucking your wet cunt.

"sevika!" you whine. she chuckles.

"yeah?" she asks again.

"y-you're the worst!" you whine. she laughs.

"your cunt doesn't seem to feel the same way." she teases you. you whine, leaning your head back against sevika's shoulder, and she takes the opportunity to kiss away your tears. "you're so fucking perfect. i'm so in love with you." she whispers, like she isn't fucking you nasty with three of her fingers now. "you still good?" she asks again.

you take a shaky breath as your third orgasm starts creeping up.

"you're doing the dishes for the rest of the month, you bitch." you whisper shakily. she laughs behind you.

"anything for you, babe." she whispers, kissing your head, her fingers thrusting into you with a brutal pace. "anything."

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[shalomniscient]

sev do u have literally Any headcanons ab adela. nsfw or sfw. im begging. theres so little on this app and shes seriously the love of my life like im ceying i love her so bad

ADELAAAAAAAA i will confess i haven’t really Thought about her in a while because……. shalom……. BUT i do have SOME thoughts (shocking)

of all the sinners i feel like adela is the most inherently domestic, if that makes sense? she’s nurturing by nature (an absolutely AMAZING adela-coded song is two by sleeping at last) and if that comes at her own expense, so be it. it’s wonderfully, beautifully tragic, especially when contrasted with how chief/we feel about her. i worry because i love you vs. i don’t want you to worry because i love you dhshksskjd i’m scratching at the walls of my enclosure—

adela is so used to giving, giving, giving that when she recieves it throws her for a loop sometimes. there’s a supervision incident where we give her hand cream since her hands have started to crack due to shampoo overuse and she’s a little taken aback by it. she’ll take your hand in hers and whispers her gratitude so softly, only for you to hear. maybe you can even see the tips of her ears turning a light pink.

quality time, acts of services and physical touch are definitely adela’s top love languages. return any of these to her and she’ll feel her heart pitter-patter in her chest. maybe bring her a blend of tea she enjoys that she was running low on, or help her clean up her salon (cell?) as she closes up. if you’re feeling a little romantic, play some music on the record player and dance with her a little. she’s a little like raven in the sense she likes the idea of being romanced. she’ll rest her head on your chest and sway with you, hand in hand, and nothing else in the world will matter. in this place, in your arms, there are no worries. sometimes, it becomes difficult to leave.

but when you do leave, inevitably, to risk your life over and over again that tight knot in her chest worsens. she sees it, the strands of worry, all around her cell and her hands itch for her shears. she’ll be tense until the moment you return—and when you do, she won’t fling herself into your arms. but if you decide to pull her in anyway, hold her tightly against you, she won’t object. she’ll dig her fingers into the fabric of your coat and hold you tightly. run your fingers through her hair until she feels the tension bleed from her body. expect her to be a little more clingy after that, always wanting to ensure you’re in her vicinity, or if she can be selfish, in her arms.

adela’s kisses are gentle and tender. her lips are soft against your own, and she tastes like sweet tea and mint. she prefers to kiss you when she has you all to herself, in the privacy of her cell. she’ll loop her arms around your neck, or cup your face in her hands—she just wants to hold you close, always. she especially loves pressing butterfly kisses on your cheeks, adoring the way you flush under her touch. you mean so much to her, more than she can express in words, so she’ll be sure to show you.

[nsft utc]

adela is a huge switch to me. it’s part of her tendency to put others before herself; she’ll do pretty much anything that makes you happy. i don’t see her as a strap kinda gal, but if you want her to top you best be sure she’ll finger you until you see the gates of heaven. her fine motor skills are digustingly good and she will be sure to make full use of it. your whimpers and whines of pleasure are intoxicating to her, and sometimes she’ll become so obsessed with them she’ll have you crying tears of overstimulation as you cum on her fingers for the nth time.

but that being said, she doesn’t mind bottoming either—go down on her and she’ll give you the breathiest, sweetest moans you’ve ever heard. her hands will tangle in your hair, tugging and scratching at your scalp whenever you brush a particularly good spot. she’ll giggle a little when you come back up to kiss her and your hair’s a mess; she’ll do her best to fix it somewhat, but it’s an exercise in futility when you inevitably decide to go down and devour her again. i feel like she’s also a creamer rather than a squirter, but oh boy can she get you to squirt with those fucking fingers…

i think adela’s a little less into toys in general, preferring to go about it the more “traditional” way, if you will. but best believe she is very into lingerie. on you, on her, doesn’t matter—but she’ll definitely enjoy seeing it on you. wear something lacy and blue (her particular shade of blue) and she’ll turn the brightest shade of red before dragging you right to bed to unwrap you. if it’s a little too complex to take off she’d totally summon her shears and snip them right off—but she’ll promise to buy you a new set between sweet, breathless kisses.

adela loves, loves, loves aftercare too. she’ll spoil you rotten with it. and if she’s the one boneless on the sheets, then be sure to spoil her with aftercare. a long, warm bath after fucking each other silly is one of her favourite things in the world, and depending on how either of you are feeling, she’ll either be spooning you in the tub or be the one being spooned. in whichever case, the wind-down is always soothing and affectionate, a time just for you and her and nothing else. it’s in these quiet moments she’ll bury her face into your hair and whisper those fragile words, “i love you”.

(don’t you know? she loves you more than anything—even the fear of losing you.)

[marlene-the-queen]

🎀 literally just a girl 🎀

ur fav lesbian, marlene mckinnon!!! im a gryffindor, im 16, i play guitar, i go to all the quidditch matches, fuck with my friends u fuck with me, love uuuu

my pookies!!!

@dorcas-m3adows my beautiful amazing gf ily baby

@lilyevansoffical lilssss ily

@mary365partygirl mary ily to

@theh0tteststar siri my favorite

@remuthebooklover remus, casanova of gryffindor tower

@james-the-amazing-potter jamie! lils bf and the sweetest man i’ve met so far

@peter-knows-nothing peter ily you know everything

my gfs friends, ily all

@depressed-poets-unite reggieeee

@barty-has-a-blog barty. love getting high w you

@ros1erevan evan, bartys bf

@pandoras-nox pandora my gf-in-law

@strange-love-4evah xeno by bf-in-law

@andy-black-1951 andromeda? idk her rlly

@cissy-n0ble-blck narcissa. idk her either

@sev-snape-potions little shit

@black-never-lestrange psycho shit

rp acct! don’t like go away. dm @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy to join

[crguang]

read the violin kafka fic and OMG YOU GUYS ARE INSANE, thank u all three for allowing this fic to come to reality.

IT WAS SOO GOOD, gonna reread this like 1000 times now.

i only did the writing fr, sev came up with the bus ride all on her own cause shes that amazing and of course this AU wouldn’t exist without 🎹 anon so im very grateful because its taken over my mind… gonna be making the cutest scenarios in my head when i have music on, im sick with a nasty cold rn so it distracted me from it long enough not to moan in misery for some time. bedridden so i might as well spend my time thinking of my wifey!!

might write more little snippets of this same AU but it wouldn’t be in order/an actual series bc i dont have any strength or time for that </3 we have many ideas tho like AAAAAAA there’s so much potential for it

[piscespetals]

i love roomate sev!!! im glad i found you and your fics wow girl that was amazing! and the i love...love, you. i have that in my profile for pride and prejudice, did u see that movie? i highly recommend (the 2005 one) 🩷🩷

yes, i'm glad you recognized it :) that's my favorite version of p&p, but the 1995 comes in a close second<3

[acepedia]

BODY BUILD MASS

got  this  link  from  sev  and  the  guy  exercising  calisthenics  is  a  perfect  example  of  ace's  body  build  mass  and  how  i  imagine  it  as  well  since  calisthenics  is  amazing  for  building  functional,  full-body  muscle  but  there  is  a  limit  to  the  amount  of  sheer  mass  you  can  gain  with  calisthenics  but  to  go  further  u  have  to  eat  and  train  like  a  bodybuilder  (  which  to  some  extent  ace  does,  he  trains  like  one.  )  solely  because  ace's  body  is  all  about  strength,  endurance.  

he  needs  to  be  physically  strong  and  he  wants  to  be.  he  needs  to  be  fully  capable  of  being  a  weapon  for  whitebeard.  he's  his  son  yes  but  ace  is  also  an  animal,  a  weapon,  a  key  to  gates  of  hell  with  his  devil  fruit  and  he  can  unleash  hell  on  earth  with  his  powers  and  strength  alone. 

[enjomo-arch]

got this link from sev and the guy exercising calisthenics is a perfect example of ace's body build mass and how i imagine it as well since calisthenics is amazing for building functional, full-body muscle but there is a limit to the amount of sheer mass you can gain with calisthenics but to go further u have to eat and train like a bodybuilder ( which to some extent ace does, he trains like one. ) solely because ace's body is all about strength, endurance.

he needs to be physically strong and he wants to be. he needs to be fully capable of being a weapon for whitebeard. he's his son yes but ace is also an animal, a weapon, a key to gates of hell with his devil fruit and he can unleash hell on earth with his powers and strength alone.

and the guy next to him is just sanji < 3

[snowblossomreads]

SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE!! I can never put my comments about the smut in the comments section bc u know im about to go overboard😉😉

BUT SQUEEEEE can i just say how much I love that Rosanna is a thicc girl hahah! I just absolutely adore it because my OC (and myself haha) that I pair with Sev is also curvy and i just think it's cute bc im sure anytime they be down about their size he be like no bc he just loves their softness and they are them 😤😤

Also thank goodness Rosanna was like no sir we dont do silence in this household tell me what ur trying to say we have time :).

NOW THE SMUT GIRL 🔥🔥🤪🤪🫠 U just!!! I just!! BRRR. It was so yummy and the way u described how confident Sev was and that fireplace background. Sounds like a romance novel cover page to me 😩😩😩 I too would be whimpering at him nc HOOI BOI.And I see u Sev with that thigh kink dont hide it 😏😏

ANYWAYS AMAZING AS ALWAYS. Apologies if this comment is unhinged. Ur writing always brings out the unhingedness in me ( a good thing 🥰🥰)

Prompt: 12. Warming Fire

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: Dual (Snape, Third & OC, First)

Setting: Hogwarts

Continuation of: (pt.1) 10. Gingerbread & Peppermints, (pt.2) 11. Forgotten Gift

A/N: I’M LATE! I KNOW! SORRY LOVES! I just didn’t have a chance to finish writing this and get it posted yesterday - and now it’s nearly 9am so I’m not too many hours behind and you’ll get two fics today since it’s time for prompt 13 today too - I just, umh, gotta write it 😂👍 Anyway, here we go with the third part of this little serial RICKMAS fic - I hope you’ll nejoy it since there will finally be some SMUT and COMMUNICATION 😂👌

Oh, and it's another long fic 😅💚

Tags/TW’s: Judged By Apperance, Love, Love Confession, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Sexual Guilt, SMUT [Masturbation, Penetrative Sex, Possible Boots Kink Hinting, Body Adoration], New Emotional Experiences

Word Count: 5.3k+

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

It had been a week since the exchange in the office. A week. An eternity. Rosanna had been on his mind every minute of it, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else. Each time he saw her she looked happy, on the outside. Always smiling, always laughing and being friendly with everyone — and everyone seemed to adore her. So why did nobody see she was hurting? It was so obvious.

What he struggled to truly admit was the other thoughts haunting him though. He had no right to them, but every evening — when the school was asleep and there was no one around — he lay in bed and thought of her. The warm chocolate eyes, the smooth skin and the painted lips. The way she blushed under his gaze, her fingers fidgeting, the laugh he’d heard so many times filled him with warmth.

It had been a long time since he’d taken any pleasure. He’d relieved the pressure once in a while but there was never any pleasure involved in it. Now, when he grabbed his rigid cock each and every night for five days straight, there was pleasure. Guilt-inducing, burning pleasure as he imagined her there with him. Rosy cheeks and messy hair. Her beautiful curves beneath his hands, those full breasts weighing heavy in his palms and the sounds he’d draw out of her — that she’d draw out of him.

That Sunday morning he had woken up hard and aching — which usually never happened. His dreams had been filled with her and the warmth of her closeness. He was going mad. Drowning in his thoughts of her and what he had ruined before it ever had a chance to start. Snarling at himself about how it never could happen either way given who she was to the world and who he was.

That didn’t stop him from reaching down to grope himself though; to stroke and imagine it being her hand pleasuring him. He groaned and squeezed his cock harder, upping the tempo as he imagined her kissing his nick, licking at his lips, moaning by his ear. “Curse it,” he huffed and threw his head back, feeling a tingle at the lower part of his spine while he hardened further.

He kept stroking himself, feeling the build while everything else disappeared and only the thoughts of her remained. The feeling that she exuded, how it pulled on something within him. “Haa—” he panted while he gripped himself too fiercely, stroking frantically as the memory of Rosanna’s smile faded into the tear-streaked cheeks and he exploded just before the guilt could overtake the pleasure.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

“Miss Kindra!” called a boy I’d seen about the library quite a few times the last three or four days as I was making my way back there from a late lunch. “Mr-, Crane, was it?” I asked with a wide smile and the boy nodded enthusiastically. “How can I help you, Mr Crane?” “W-well, miss, I was wondering about a book,” he said as he lowered his gaze. He was a sweet boy, very nervous and fidgety but sweet. “I’m quite good at those,” I chuckled and he smiled nervously at me while rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, well it’s about merfolk,” he began, “and s-sirens…”

My back stiffened. My smile faltered. Not this again.

I drew a deep breath and tried to keep my calm. “Yes, Mr Crane? What about merfolk and sirens?” “I-, well I was just wondering if you-, perhaps you were-, that you—” “Mr Crane,” came the dark rumble of a voice I had been trying so hard not to think about for the past week.

Me and the young boy turned, he was suddenly stiff and quiet — seemingly terrified. “I best not be hearing you accusing Miss Kindra of being a siren,” he drawled out while towering before us both, more me than the boy despite my heels. “Professor Snape, sir, no, no, sir. Definitely not, sir,” the boy blurted out while paling under Snape’s glare while my entire body heated at being so near him once more. Reminded of the time I’d first fallen for the commanding, sneering man.

“On your way, Mr Crane,” he said with finality to his tone and the boy scurried off. “Miss Kindra,” he said with a harsh nod but his eyes were different; the coldness was gone, replaced by a dreary look of guilt — a feeling I recognised in my own heart to some degree.

He turned to leave but in the next second my hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, halting him instantly.

My heart pounded as he turned and looked down at my hand before finding my eyes. He arched a brow but said nothing while I was unable to let go. To touch him, to stand close to him again, it was overwhelming. His hurtful words still lingered in my mind but after so many years of thinking about him it was hard to simply get over what I felt for him, no matter what he had said.

Each time for the past week when I’d seen him look at me my heart had fluttered, some part of me turned even more sad at the way he was so out of reach and simultaneously had hurt me by judging my looks — like everyone else. Yet there he stood now, defending me for that very reason.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For?” “Defending me like that,” I said and withdrew my hand slowly. “Looks aren’t everything, and you should not be judged by yours.” “Or you yours,” I added to his sentence while looking up at him. The warmth in his eyes was different from the usual coldness that seemed to always linger in the dark colour.

My cheeks heated and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips under his gaze. Like a natural reaction to him, a smile unlike my usual ones that were conscious. This one was made without my permission.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said lowly and nodded curtly. “Severus,” I exhaled, “please.” “What?” “Don’t do this.” “Do, what?” he drawled while holding my gaze. “This… Please, can we-, can we talk?”

He frowned at me, his eyebrows knitting together while my stomach seemed to tie itself up in one giant knot. “My quarters?” he asked and my shoulders sank in relief before I nodded with another smile he drew from me by merely existing. It was silly, really, but I couldn’t help it. He was so different, so handsome, just perfect despite his harsh demeanour and intimidating appearance. Perhaps because of it even.

“I have matters to attend, shall we say eight?” he asked and I nodded once more, lacking words now that I knew he’d talk with me. Not that I knew what I was to say in a few hours, in his private quarters, but my entire body felt like the home of jittery pixies.

Before I had a chance to say anything he had nodded and left in his usual hurry, coat billowing behind him like an ominous thundercloud. At least he’ll talk with me, and maybe we can sort this out… Maybe…

≪⁕≫

With my heart in my throat, I raised my hand to knock while doubting my choice of clothing. The deeply green dress with long sleeves and high neck hugged my curves while my black coat framed my shoulders and accentuated my waist where it was cinched with a black string of satin tied into a bow at the side. My heeled boots — reaching above my calves — kept my feet warm but weren’t visible behind the long skirt of the dress just barely reaching all the way down.

I drew a breath and finally knocked, smoothing out my long hair quickly before trying to find something to do with my fidgeting hands. Why am I like this with him?

The door opened and there he stood, no cloak in sight but the tightly fitted frock coat neatly buttoned and his cravat perfectly situated around his neck. “Miss Kindra,” he said in that slow drawl of his and stepped aside, “come in.” “Thank you,” I said and stepped past him on slightly wobbly legs. He was the only one who managed to make me nervous, not uncomfortable but truly nervous.

“Perhaps a drink?” he asked as the door closed. “Oh, yes please, professor.” “Perhaps, Severus, will do?” I bit down on my lip, lowering my gaze and blushing — again. “Severus,” I said, feeling warm at his permission for me to use his given name even if I had already been so bold as to do so a few times before — while caught up in the moment.

“Wine, or whiskey, miss?” he asked. “Whiskey, thank you. And, umh, you can call me Rosanna, if you want to…” He nodded at that and walked further into the gloomy room. It offered me a chance to actually look at the space with its stone walls and dark furnishing. It was warmer than I had thought, making my coat a bit stifling.

So, while Severus poured our drinks I removed it and slung it over the sofa by the crackling fireplace. As I turned back he was staring at me, a glass in each hand. “I’m afraid I’m a bit overdressed,” I confessed sheepishly. Not willing to say out loud it had taken me two hours to decide what the bloody hell I was going to wear. “You look, good.” “Oh, thank you,” I said and he stepped up, handing over one of the glasses to me.

This feels surreal. I’m in his private quarters, drinking whiskey. Teenage me would have a fit. “Sit,” he said and my body jolted into action by the word while ending my thoughts. He took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, his back straight and his gaze on anything but me. It afforded me a perfect view of his unique profile though. The hooked nose, the dip of his chin, and the thin lips currently stretch to just a line.

“Severus,” I said after a moment, “are you angry with me?” He blinked and slowly turned at my words, his brows slightly knitted, forming a small line between them. “No.” I sipped my drink for the courage. “Then why do you always look at me in that way?” “What way?” he asked quietly. “That way,” I said and nodded my head towards his face before tilting it to the side, “as if you’re really angry with me, or don’t wish to be anywhere near me.” “I do not.” “Oh…” Wow, that-, that hurt.

I looked away and nibbled my bottom lip while scraping my nail against the perfectly clean glass in my hands. “That-, I did not mean it in such a way. That came out… wrong,” Severus said with an odd tone to his usually commanding voice. “What way did you mean it?” “I cannot divulge that.” “Why?” “It’s not fitting,” he sighed and gulped down half of the amber liquid in one go.

My body tightened. “Is it-, is it that bad?” I asked and he glared at me. The light of the fire danced over his features while warming the room further. “Bad, depends on your view of it.” “How am I to have a view of it if you don’t tell me about it?” “True,” he conceded but offered no more words. Maybe I should just say how I feel? At the very least I’ll get it out there and there are only two weeks left of my time here anyway. Screw it, I’ll just spill the beans.

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

Her finger tapped against the glass, she looked uncomfortable. Nervous. Why is it you are never nervous with others but appear to always be so in my company?

“Okay, so, I’d like you to listen,” she began and turned towards him slightly, sitting too straight while holding herself too still. “Go on,” he rumbled out. “I like you, Severus. I have liked you for many years now.” “Not suitable as I—” “You said you’d listen,” she bit out and he turned quiet anew while nodding for her to go on.

Rosanna drew a deep breath and Severus tried to reel in the turmoil within him, thinking about how no later than that very morning he’d pleasured himself with the thoughts of her beyond the door he was right at that moment fixating his gaze upon. He hardened at the thought and shifted on the sofa to hide it by crossing one leg over the other while leaning back and scolding is own mind and body for the direction they had both taken.

“I know it was wrong when I was younger, and nothing ever happened back then. You didn’t even remember me,” she said quietly but there was a humourless chuckle to her voice towards the end. “Either way, I thought it was perhaps just a crush. You know, like young girls tend to get when there’s a man they look up to and stuff. It feels silly to say it like this, but, it wasn’t a crush.”

“I never forgot you, there was never anyone else who came remotely close to making me feel as I feel about you, Severus.” And I assume there has been plenty, given your looks, he thought to himself wryly while watching her.

“Don’t judge like that,” she said, jolting him and widening his eyes. “I have not said anything.” “It’s in your eyes,” she said in a scolding manner. She talked to him like none other did. “My eyes?” “Yes, Severus. You’re not as good at hiding stuff as you may think.” “With you,” he muttered, but not loud enough for Rosanna to hear.

She took a drink and sighed while Severus adjusted his position as discreetly as he could while trying his hardest not to look at how her tight dress clung to the delicious curves he had fantasised about touching not many hours ago.

“As I was saying, there’s never been anyone else I’ve felt like this about. And I’m not a student anymore, I’m twenty-two and perfectly able to take responsibility for my emotions. I can’t help they were born when I was younger but they’re mine and I take responsibility for that.” As she spoke he listened carefully, endeavouring to take in every word while his body grew warmer and harder at just being close to her and that infernal sensation she radiated. He felt that choking need to hold her because of it.

“I’m sorry I’m making you uncomfortable, I understand I’m just a former student in your head even if it’s been five years and you didn’t even take notice of me in any way back then,” she continued while Severus gritted his teeth. I’m uncomfortable alright. “And now you’re tensing up and moving away from me so I understand my feelings aren’t reciprocated but—” “Not reciprocated?” “Well, yes?” “Rosanna,” he began in a quiet rumble, “you have no idea how wrong you are at this. very. moment.”

She blinked at him, confusion written all over those lovely features of hers shed light upon by the fire he’d lit to warm the room — for her sake. “I’m wrong?” she asked and he sighed while averting his gaze. “Yes.” “Look at me when you say that,” she demanded and he slowly turned his head.

He found her stiff and roughly gripping the glass between her hands. Her eyes were warm but hesitantly closed off as they met his. The way her painted lips were set in a line rather than a smile tugged at his heart. He wanted that infernal smile to come back, the mere thought of making her smile had his cock achingly hard while his eyes glanced at the way her breasts heaved up and down in time with her slightly laboured breathing. As if she was truly nervous, or anxious about what he was about to say.

“Yes. You are wrong,” he stated. “You like me in return?” Her voice was so damn quiet, uncertain. “I-, yes… I like you in return.” “Are you playing games with me, Severus? Please, I’m not—”

He uncrossed his legs, the tightness of his clothes making the bulge more than visible, and turned his body towards her while pushing himself closer. “Do you think I would ever play games like that, Rosanna?” he nearly snarled at her, leaning closer to get a mere breath away from her face. “I do not have the time, will or wish for games.”

Her eyes were enlarged, her mouth slightly agape. He wanted to grab her chin and kiss those lips, push his tongue inside that warmth and taste her. However, above all that, he wished to hold her close. Abolish that cursed feeling of hurt and loneliness that radiated from her at all times.

But he held fast, held still while her alluring scent of lavender and her filled his hooked nose with ease. Her eyes bounced between his lips, his eyes and the bulge of his pants that were too tight at that moment. A beautiful blush crept along her cheeks and the visible part of her throat while he kept looking at her, waiting for her to make the next move as he held his own uncertainties about the whole situation.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

If that wasn’t a confession I couldn’t possibly say what else would be. My throat had gone dry, my heart hammered at an insane rate while my entire body seemed to yearn for the man now seated so close I could touch him if I just leaned in, reached out. I nearly panicked.

All the years spent yearning for him, longing for him, wanting him, thinking about him — and here I was sat with the man, hearing him confess to wanting me while his body showed all the signs of it simultaneously. My own heated and tingled with want.

Nearly a minute passed in utter silence and neither of us moved. The crackling fire, our heavier breathing, the only sounds beyond my rushing pulse. My tongue darted out to wet my lips while his eyes narrowed. I could barely draw breaths deep enough.

Without averting my gaze, I placed the glass on the table. My hand trembled as I reached up, hesitating for a second before I stroked his pale cheek. His nostrils flared at the touch and my shoulders relaxed. “Severus,” I whispered and he leaned into the touch. “Rosanna,” he replied in a humming so deep it seemed to shake the very air around us.

I couldn’t resist him any longer. I reached up and took his face in both my hands before scrambling to kiss him. Plastering my lips against his so fiercely he was pushed back while I climbed him like some crazed animal, starved and desperate for the meal he was.

His hands landed on my thicker thighs, squeezing the outside as I straddled him — kissing him with all I had. A deep groan rumbled from him and I pushed myself harder into him, feeling his sturdy thighs beneath me while he opened up for me, allowing our tongues to pick up a tentative but rushed dance.

My fingers slid into his long hair, feeling the smooth strands before my fingers indistinctly latched on — gripping tightly. He moaned. It was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. It set my blood on fire as I deepened the kiss, upped the pace and felt his hands slide up my body until he grabbed my waist and pulled me tighter against him. He was so sturdy, so hard yet perfectly soft at the outermost layer of him unlike me; being all soft rolls and malleable curves which he grabbed and squeezed in what seemed to me be adoration. His touch was different from anyone else I’d ever been with.

A rush beneath my skin, a feeling of falling endlessly while being elevated. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried. All I knew was that he was the one, the only one for me. “Rosanna,” he hummed into my mouth, “tell me you want this.” “I want this,” I panted. “I want you, Severus.”

He grabbed me harder, managing to rise with me in his arms by some miracle and in the next second I was on my back, spread out on the couch with him hovering over me. One knee between my legs while he held his weight with one hand on the back of the couch, the other gripping my chin decidedly. “You have no idea… how I ache… for you,” he whispered in a drawn-out rumble before kissing the tip of my nose in the most gentle of ways only to dive for my lips before another breath had left me.

I reached for the buttons of his frock coat, undoing them with sloppy haste while he untied the sash at my waist. “Zipper,” I panted, “at the back.” His hands surged in beneath me, lifting me with one while pulling it down with the other as I undid the last of the buttons only to see another row of buttons belonging to his black shirt beneath. I nearly cursed the buttons I’d spent countless hours dreaming about undoing now that I finally had the chance to touch him, be with him, and share myself with him.

He grabbed the dress at my shoulders while I sank back down on the sofa. In one swift motion, he rose and pulled it off my body with such ease I for a moment wondered if he’d been with many women before me. That thought fizzled out when he dropped the dress to the floor and shrugged off his frock coat. I couldn’t stop ogling the man while he so swiftly undid the buttons of his shirt. His eyes never left my burning face though, despite my own roaming all over the delicious man.

“You are beautiful,” he said in a near growl as he allowed his own eyes to flow over my full body dressed in only my black lace bra with a matching thong and the high boots. Under his eyes, I felt sexy as sin — in a beautiful way. “Severus,” I breathed out as the feeling heated my core to an inferno of need. “Please,” I moaned and he smirked at me teasingly while he dropped the shirt along with the cravat. So fucking hot, I’m gonna die.

He stripped fully and my eyes bulged at the impressive cock standing at full attention with a pearl of pre-cum at its tip. The fire behind framed him perfectly and I could never have imagined the beautiful man beneath all those clothes, strapped in and hidden behind so many layers, so many buttons.

His skin was blemished with old scars, the Dark Mark marring his forearm. I didn’t have any time to reflect on it though, and I had had my suspicions yet I couldn’t find it in myself to think any less of him. He was perfect in my eyes, scars and dark past included.

He grabbed his wand, apparently not feeling the least bit of nerves standing before me in nothing at all. It was hot. So damn hot. His confidence, his posture, his everything. I wetted my lips as my eyes roamed. He flicked his wand and my underwear vanished only to appear in his hand. “Mine,” he hummed and raised them to his nose, dragging in the scent while I writhed and moaned at the sight of him taking his fill of me in every manner he wished, slowly, piece by piece.

He dropped his wand and the black lace on the table and then he was on me. “These stay on,” he hummed as his hand stroked the leather of my high-heeled boots. My hands surged up, my fingers entwining themselves with his hair anew to pull him down. Our lips smashed against one another while he snuggled in between my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him.

The tip of his cock nudged my entrance and I jerked, desperate to feel the length of him within me. But his hand nestled in between us, finding my clit with ease before he began circling it perfectly — sending jolts of pleasure through my burning body pressed down by his weight.

He kissed my neck, nibbled at my shoulder while his fingers worked their magic to soften me, prepare me for him. His thumb took over on my clit while he pushed a finger inside of me. I arched and whimpered, feeling my nipples chafe against his broad chest covered with a thin layer of black hair I wished to drag my fingers through.

“So snug,” he said by my ear, “let’s soften you for me, Rosanna.” “Severus,” I moaned, “please.” “In due time,” he chuckled while upping the pace with his hand. I moaned and tensed, feeling my orgasm build by his expert motions. It was as if he knew my body like we had been together for years. “Not yet, love,” he whispered teasingly before kissing the shell of my ear and altering the pace of his thumb. “N-no,” I whimpered as the orgasm stalled, keeping me tense but not being allowed the release my body craved at his touch. “I want your pleasure, with mine,” he growled and removed his hand, making me gasp at the lack of connection and stimulation.

He rose halfway up and gripped his cock, it was such a sight with the firelight dancing behind him and I could barely keep myself from moaning as his eyes hooked mine while he lined himself up with my soaked entrance.

He nudged me, finding the opening with ease but not pushing himself in. His jaw clenched, my body trembled for him, and he waited. “Severus!” I called out, nearly begging him with the tone of my desperate voice. “I want to enjoy this,” he gritted out. “I want to remember every second of you beneath me, writhing and needy.” His words made me whimper and he tensed.

The next second my body arched as he pushed himself inside in one swift motion. He groaned and I moaned, our panted breaths filling the air as I adjusted to his size and he seemed to enjoy every second of being buried within my heat. Holy wand.

He laid down atop me, snuggling his arms in under my shoulders before his hands gripped them harshly only to push me down while he surged upwards — taking the last little sliver of space available within me. “Haa—” “Rosanna,” he moaned as I scrambled to hold onto his neck, wrapping my arms over his broad shoulders. “Oh, oh, Severus…”

He picked up the pace, slamming into me while pushing me down to meet his thrusts. I held on, met him as best I could and tried to hold back my orgasm with all my might. His pelvis hit my clit at the tight angle with each thrust. His cock stroked the most sensitive spot within me and the way his body felt so perfect against my own had me in a daze.

“I’m-, oh god,” I moaned and he groaned. “Come with me,” he demanded as his pace quickened. “Yes, yes—” “Come, love,” he gritted and I let go with a cry as he slammed into me.

I quivered and trembled, my insides pulsing in time with his cock as his cum shot into me. The sounds that left his thin lips seemed to burn something within my very soul. Breathe life into some dark part of my heart as he moaned my name like the highest praise.

I bit down on his shoulder to quiet the crying moan being unleashed from the depths of my chest. The taste of iron mingled with my saliva and the salty taste of his skin. He squeezed me to him, making my teeth sink deeper as he cradled my head while I clawed at his bare back, needing to get closer; closer than physically possible.

My head was spinning, my body feeling oddly thrown off course by the pleasure. “Rosanna,” he said gently, “are you alright?” “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I whispered, too sated and blissed out to even realise I had slumped beneath him, one leg over the back of the couch while the other laid limply down towards the floor. “Is that so?” he mused with the softest of chuckles to his voice, I think I might die all over again with you sounding like that…

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

He had no idea what to do. Rosanna lay slumped beneath him, his entire body was simultaneously utterly relaxed and fully tense. He had only ever been with three women before, all one-night stands and meaningless. With her, it was everything and more. That she seemed so pleased — so satisfied — had him at a loss for what to say or do.

He had taken command, had undressed and displayed himself fully, had spoken words about wanting all her pleasure and been nothing like his usual self — desperate to please someone in a completely foreign way. Now he didn’t know what to do, at this point he usually got dressed and left without saying so much as a goodbye.

“Severus, that was amazing,” she breathed out while the most glorious of lazy smiles spread across her lips as she laid beneath him — eyes closed and arms reaching up to hold him around his neck. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, just wanting to be close and not knowing what the bloody hell to say when he had just had the most life-altering experience. He had never guessed just how much pleasure his body could feel, or offer another.

“Severus?” she asked and opened her eyes with a questioning expression before her cheeks took on that rosy colour he so adored. “Yes?” “Was it not-, didn’t you-, I mean—” “Life changing,” he said when she struggled to find her words. She instantly softened and the most beautiful smile stretched her lips before she leaned up and kissed him softly, gently, with care.

He sat himself up a bit and reached for her high boots with their thick heels that looked far too high yet she had walked so perfectly in them earlier. He did not quite know why he had left them on but it had been hot and he did quite like the look of her in only boots. But now, he wanted her to be comfortable, so he slowly took them off and gently placed them on the floor next to the heap of clothing and his wand. He reached for it and with a flick cleaned both of them up.

He wrapped her in his arms and shifted them around so Rosanna lay atop him instead. “I’ll crush you,” she mumbled, but he only held her tighter while his chest ached with a foreign sensation of warmth not even the warming fire a few steps away could compete with.

Rosanna snuggled in with a deep breath while he held her close, finally able to take her in his arms and drain the hurt he’d felt in her since the very beginning. She turned heavier as she relaxed fully and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Her weight grounded him, her soft body shaping itself to his so marvellously it felt as if they were one.

“Severus,” she whispered sleepily. “Hmm?” “I love you…”

His eyes widened, his body stiffened for a moment before he nearly squeezed the life out of her with his harsh hold. The sensation within him was new and overwhelmingly strong. “I think I may love you as well,” he murmured as he could not quite understand the feeling he was experiencing but it felt like it could be nothing other than that elusive emotion which had evaded him for the entirety of his life. “That’s good enough, for now,” Rosanna whispered but he could hear the smile in her voice as she hugged him back and the room fell utterly silent while his heart pounded with joy inside his chest.

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[mycelium-bf]

I feel like it's weird bc yeah there IS a canon visual representation of severus in the movies but since reading the books the movies have felt less like canon and just like something extra which I know is weird but that's how my brain is processing it

anyway whenever I think about sev or picture him in my head it's mostly my personal interpretation of him based on the books (and fanart/headcanons I've seen of book!sev) rather than him from the movies and that's why I draw him much differently from the movies too

idk it's complicated having an f/o who comes from two different kinds of media ive never done this before hfbfjdjd

[finex09]

forever pissed that the Sevdaliza and Sebastian collab literally only lasted barely 2 mins......like SIR AND MADAME, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, YOU COME BACK AND FINISH RIGHT NEOW

[moonlightdancer26]

Hello! I am a new follower of yours but really enjoy your posts. I like both Snape and the Marauders. I was wondering if u have any tips on navigating fandom spaces because of that. I know you hate James but you seem to love Remus and love Sirius sometimes (love/hate relationship?) while also being a Sev stan and I’m wondering how you do that. Hope this question doesn’t come off as strange, I’m so excited to dive into the fandom.

Hi, thank you so much!

To answer your question, I don’t really… know how I do it. I just… do. When it comes to the HP fandom, I mostly just stick with the Snapedom, Remadora shippers (which includes chill Marauder fans and Prongsfoot shippers), Ron fans, and Drarry shippers. I try to avoid negative/toxic fans and mostly hang around with fandom spaces of ships and characters I love.

I’d say just stick with the Snapedom (and some other fandom spaces you like); they’re super nice and respectful, and a majority of them—including myself—like and sometimes love Remus and Sirius (mainly Remus tho, a lot of us hate Sirius XD). I don’t know if you hate James or not, from your ask I assume you like him? If yes, then it’s gonna be harder finding other fans, but you’ll manage. I have a lot of unpopular opinions and I’m doing just fine (maybe not so much but *shrugs*). I do know someone who loves both Snape and all of the Marauders—my good friend @vegathebrighteststar (she’s great btw, you should deffo follow her <3).

and love Sirius sometimes (love/hate relationship?)

Yeah.. it’s complicated.

Hope this question doesn’t come off as strange, I’m so excited to dive into the fandom.

Oh no, your question doesn’t sound strange whatsoever. If you need any help with anything, you can always come to me!

I hope this helped you, and I hope your fandom experience is as pleasant as possible. Have an amazing day!

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HIIII. I’m gonna like try one last time to make a request cause I understand you said there’s something up with your inbox and idk if like tumblr keeps eating mine but anyways—

How about sevika with a reader who’s fucking hilarious/super nice and makes her laugh but when it comes to actually being alone with sevika they are horrible at eye contact and are like supppperrr shy and embarrassed.

Especially like during their first time together (✂️✂️), THE GIRL CANT EVEN SPEAK.

I wonder if sevika would be patient- or if she would be the one to say she’s inlove first.

Idk but it’s up to you to answer this so ofc as alwayyyssss I hope you have annnn amazing day!

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men and minors dni

you're the life of the fucking party. no matter you go, you manage to make a friend. you've always got people laughing, you've always got a funny story to tell, and you can keep a conversation with a brink fucking wall. sevika thinks you're fucking amazing, the funniest person she's ever met.

she also thinks you hate her.

when you're alone with sevika, you're completely silent.

she thinks you've got something against her, and she's desperate to make it up to you somehow.

which leads to her being extraordinarily nice to you. which only leads to you being more awkward and standoffish around her.

you can't fucking help it. she's the most attractive woman you've ever met, you just can't help how tongue tied and shy you get around her.

it takes you guys a long fucking time to figure it out.

six months-- six months of sevika being incessantly nice to you, and you basically being silent to her-- and sevika finally gets fed up.

"look-- i don't know what i did to you-- but can you please just fucking tell me so i can figure out a way to make it up to you?" she asks one night at the bar. ran just left-- leaving you and sevika to sit in the typical awkward silence that follows the two of you around.

you blink at her. "what are you talking about?" you ask. she groans.

"oh for fuck's sake! you never fucking talk to me! i've seen you hold conversations with toddlers longer than you hold conversations with me! i don't get it! what did i do to you that makes you so fucking quiet around me?" she asks. you blink again, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"y-you haven't done anything--"

"--oh bullshit--"

"--except be very attractive." you finish. sevika freezes, your sentence catching up to her. you bite your lip. "you're... incredibly hot. it... kinda makes my brain... mush." you finish.

sevika blinks at you in shock for about five seconds, before a cocky smirk ticks up at the corner of her mouth. "is that so?" she asks, sitting back in her seat and eyeing you in an entirely new light. you gulp.

"shut up." you mutter. sevika chuckles.

"oh... this is fucking amazing." she says, grinning at you.

the first time you guys fuck, you keep trying to hide your face behind your hands. sevika fucking loves it, laughing down at you and smacking your hands away as she grinds her cunt against yours.

"show me that pretty fuckin' face, baby." she says. you whimper.

"s-sev." you whisper. she chuckles.

"fuck happened to you, huh? where'd all those words go? y' were talking up a storm earlier to silco-- makin' fun of me all night long-- what happened?" she asks.

you just whine. she laughs evilly, then ducks down to press her lips against yours.

she never stops teasing you about your uncharacteristic shyness around her. ever.

even when you're trying to tell her you love her.

"w-would you stop looking at me like that?" you ask. sevika smirks. she's got you on her lap, her hands on your waist. you had told her you wanted to tell her something important, and she had sat the two of you on the couch like this, as if her thumbs drawing circles on your hips wouldn't distract you at all.

"keep going... 'we've been dating for a few months now'...?" she prompts, starting where you had left of before she started smirking at you like that.

"w-we've been dating for a while and i-i wanted to tell you that..." you trail off again, your eyes locked on where her tongue is licking across the top row of her teeth as she grins.

"that?" she asks. you sigh shakily, and sevika chuckles.

"you're a fucking asshole." you mumble. she bursts into laughter and darts forward to kiss your lips.

"ouch, babe." she says. you roll your eyes at her. "you shoulda told me that before we spent so much time together-- woulda saved you a whole lotta trouble."

"fuck off." you grunt. she pinches you hip and you huff.

"c'mon, tell me." she says. "i'll stop." she promises, miming zipping her lips shut. you roll your eyes at her and look away.

"i love you." you mumble.

sevika's quiet for a moment, and you gulp. then, her finger is under your chin, guiding you to look back at her.

she's grinning, and your anxiety melts away.

"i love you too." she says.

your stomach does a somersault, and you lean forward to bury your face against her shoulder. "oh fuck." you mumble. she chuckles, her hand coming up to rub your back.

"you're so fucking cute it kills me a bit." she says. you huff against her.

"i hate what you do to me." you groan.

"oh yeah? because last night you seemed to like it quite a--"

"shut up sevika!" you cry. she just laughs.

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Requested by Anon: ‘I hope you're still making requests 😭 i'm new on your page and I loved your works! can u write a fic wherein snape's wife is pregnant and all just fluff? huhu, and maybe when snape is with y/n while giving birth? if it's okay with u, of course. i just want some fluff since im fluff deprived 😐 [(P.S. YOUR WORKS ARE AMAZING!… P.P.S. I ALREADY LOVE U!]

AN: Eeeeee thank you ☺️☺️ and I LOVE YOU TOO!!! I’m actually lowkey/midkey/highkey obsessed with this story so I hope you all enjoy it too 😌🥰❤️!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Child birth (not detailed, not gory, but still wanted it to be a warning lol)

“Sev!” You called out. “Sev, she’s doing it again!” It took less than a minute for you to hear the quick paced steps of your husband.

His eyes landed on the comfy settee you were seated on, “How long has she been doing it?”

“She just started, love. I promise you haven’t missed a thing.” You laughed at how his shoulders relaxed. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t expect me to feel my daughter kicking through your shirt, do you?” He asked offended. At your deadpan face, he rolled his eyes, “Darling, may you please lift your shirt?”

“Honestly, Severus, it doesn’t make a difference.” You still lifted your shirt over your swollen belly nonetheless.

He chose to halfheartedly ignore you, instead paying attention to the noticeable kicks your daughter was producing. Since she’d started doing so, Severus had made sure he didn’t miss a single kick. You first found out that he was utterly fascinated by it when you’d call him each time it happened.

You’d described the odd sensation once and ever since then, you’d kept telling him how it felt - complaining more so the further you’d gotten in your pregnancy. It was cute and adorable the few couple of months, but now it was downright uncomfortable.

Though, times like now made it enjoyable.

Severus noticed your eyebrow raise and looked at you quizzically, “What?” He asked.

“Are you going to do it?” You tilted your head to the side.

He still looked confused, “Do what?”

“Don’t get cute with me. You know what.” You laughed. A quick flash of realization shown on his face before a veiled glimpse of embarrassment washed over him.

He waited until your daughter kicked once, then twice, before putting his large palm over your abdomen and lightly pressing down. You felt small flutters, similar to how it was in the beginning, before she gave a rough hit to your stomach walls. They’d just high fived each other.

Severus’ eyes lit up and a small smile covered his face. He looked up at you in utter awe, “I’ll never get tired of that.”

You smiled back at him, but yours looked tired compared to his. “Yes, well that’s easy to say when your stomach doesn’t feel like it’s constantly being hit by a stray bludger.”

“I’m sorry.” He had a look of sympathy for your pain.

You felt him taking his hands off of your stomach and you quickly placed yours over his, keeping them there. Shaking your head, you told him, “Don’t be, I like the little games you two play - despite it being at my expense. I’m just happy that she’s active.”

“Right,” Severus nodded in agreement. “That proves that she’s going to be exactly like you.”

“Hey, that could be a good thing.” You argued. “Plus, we never know, she could be like her father: holed up in the dungeons, workings on his potions for hours, and making snarky remarks at everyone.”

He rolled his eyes when you shrugged in feigned innocence. There was a sharp kick that reverberated through your stomach and it made you gasp in pain. Severus noticed and immediately got closer to you.

“What it is?” He frantically asked. “What’s wrong?”

You took a few deep breaths before responding, “I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced, though. “Are you sure? You don’t think she’s coming early, do you?”

“Not likely.” You shot that idea completely down. It was way too early for your daughter to even think about coming out, and you weren’t exactly ready for her to do so either. “Apparently, she isn’t happy with me being snippy with her daddy.”

Pride washed over Severus at the new title he’d be given - and would be called a year from now. Daddy. There was something so endearing about knowing you were going to be a parent. And while it was also absolutely terrifying, Severus couldn’t be more ready than he was.

“Mummy was just kidding, Princess,” he spoke to your belly. “She loves me almost as much as you love me. Though, she’s pretty close.” He heard your faint laugh as he continued caressing you.

Severus played a bit more with your daughter - a few more high fives, different kicks that you felt literally everywhere, and even the outline of an… elbow? He couldn’t tell and you’d told him that it was definitely a knee.

Looking up from his bended knee position, Severus noticed your sudden fatigue. He got up from the floor and sat on the couch, lifting your feet onto his lap so he could rub them. You sighed and turned to look at him with a grateful smile.

“You know,” a yawn interrupted you. “We still haven’t picked a name out for her yet.” You turned to lie on your back so that you could look at your husband.

“We’ve gone back and forth on multiple names, and each time you’ve said no.” He pointed out.

You nodded in agreement because you’d been indecisive your entire pregnancy. Whether it was food or drinks, from how many pillows you wanted on the bed to how hot or cold it needed to be, you couldn’t decide. It had been infuriating early on, but Severus had grown accustomed to it.

Though, when it came to the name of your unborn child, even you were frustrated with yourself. You wanted a name that was strong (like you and Severus) but also beautiful on it’s on (like your daughter would be). That was difficult too.

“I just want our daughter to have a meaningful name, Sev. Is that so bad?”

He made sure to tread lightly because he never knew when your mood was going to full on switch, “No, it isn’t, love. But at this point, I just want our daughter to actually have a name.”

You huffed, “What names have you picked out?”

“Not many, but I have maybe three that you might be fond of.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “How about this; you pick the middle name, and I’ll pick the first?” You wagered.

He smirked at you, “I’m not against that idea. Whichever name I pick out, that has to be her middle name, yes?” A nod was given in response. “Alright.”

“Severus, I swear to Circe, if you pick out an odd name, I’m going to hex you.” You promised.

And he knew you meant it, “Yes, darling. Trust me, I know.” He saw your eyes closing and you trying to fight it off. Knowing how much you hated falling asleep on the sofa now, he lightly tapped you awake, “Why don’t we go to the room.”

You followed him, a new wave of sleep washing over you as you walked up the steps. You’d both gotten into your spacious bedroom and he’d stripped to his boxers while you decided to forego any clothes (you claimed they made you hot while you slept).

You two cuddled close together and Severus stroked your hair soothingly, “I never thought I’d be given this opportunity.” He admitted. “Being able to be married to a woman I love immensely, expecting a child with you, hell even just getting a chance to love someone.”

You looked up at him as he spoke. You loved this man more than he knew and he deserved it. Every amount of affection, loving words, and gentle touches that you offered him. You were positive that your daughter would do the same as you and you had a gut feeling that she was going to have Severus wrapped around her little finger.

“You’re warranted this same feeling just as anyone else would be, Sev.” You kissed his knuckles, strumming your thumb over his wedding band.

He brought you closer to him as your eyes fell and your breathing evened out. In that moment, he’d made a promise, one he found himself making very often lately; he was going to protect you and your daughter until he couldn’t. He’d love both of you as best as he could and even more when that wasn’t enough. He’d nurture his daughter far better than he’d ever received from either of his parents. And he’d, without a shroud of doubt, cater to every need imaginable concerning the two of you.

Your daughter would never have to worry about being loved by her father. She’d never have to fear being yelled at or struck by him. She’d never go through what Severus had growing up.

With those thoughts in his head, he too felt himself drift off into a thankfully peaceful slumber.

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It had been three months since you and Severus both decided who got to choose which name, and in those three months, you still hadn’t chosen all but one.

Hogwarts was back in session for another long school year. New students had joined and previous students from before had been welcomed with warm greetings from you.

Your students had noticed your ever swollen stomach that not even your robes could shield, and they’d asked you a multitude of questions. Some from ‘How are you feeling?’, ‘Have you had any nasty cravings?’, and down to ‘How could you be having a kid with a greasy git like Professor Snape?’. You’d taken 20 points from Gryffindor for that.

It had been a relatively calm three months, despite what the wizarding world was currently dealing with, and for that you were appreciative. Your pregnancy had gotten progressively harder the closer you got to your due date.

You’d become more irritable as well and due to your daughter’s arrival happening soon, Severus had become a mother hen over you. He came to your every need, did almost everything for you back in your shared quarters, hardly left you alone to the point you’d have to remind him he had classes, and stayed damn near glued to your side.

As touching as it was, it was frustrating. You were a grown woman and being hovered over wasn’t something you liked or wanted. You’d dealt with that enough over the course of your childhood to late teens and you hadn’t liked it then.

Not only was that bad, but your appetite had increased along with your need for rest. If you weren’t eating, you were sleeping; if you weren’t sleeping, you were eating. You’d definitely gained a couple noticeable pounds - nothing too drastic whatsoever - and you’d spent a long day crying and being reassured by Severus that it was normal. He’d reminded you that you were carrying for another life and eating for two had caused your rise in hunger.

That had helped your attitude for the time being… until your breasts started to dreadfully ache. You didn’t want Severus touching them at all anymore and it made you sad. But if you couldn’t even wear a brassiere comfortably, there was no chance of him being able to grope you in any sexually appeasing way. 

The horrible attitude you’d accumulated because of your displeasure had become evident. Your students had come to slightly fear how quickly you went from loving and kind, to scary and irate. It was similar to their Professor Snape and they weren’t fond of it.

The children knew that your tolerance for them had gone out completely when you’d blatantly yelled at, who they assumed, your favorite student. It was a Slytherin girl - Charlotte Bell - who’d been the victim. She’d been talking to one of her housemates while you were teaching. You normally didn’t like disturbances in your classroom so no one understood why the girl thought now would be a time where you welcomed it.

You’d given her a rather harsh tongue lashing that almost made the poor girl cry - a surprise to everyone. She’d quickly apologized and stayed quiet the rest of the class. By the time it ended, she’d hurriedly gathered her things and basically ran out of the classroom, completely ignoring her friend who she’d been talking to. You wanted to feel bad, but you didn’t; if she’d been quiet and paying attention, it could’ve all been avoided.

You’d sounded like Severus recently. That thought alone made you shiver. Your husband was not the friendliest by any means and you would never treat the students so viciously, but hey, someone had to be the bad guy.

Speaking of your husband, he’d found you after your class and had been currently speaking to you.

“And you weren’t… listening.” The drawl of his voice had come to a halt at your pained expression. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

You clamped your eyes shut as a pang of pain shot through your lower back and rose until it reached the top of your spine. You needed to take a calming breath before you spoke to him and even then you were clenching your teeth. “I’m fine, love.” You replied.

He was at your side in an instant, “You absolutely are not.” He declared. “We’re going to St. Mungos.”

“No, Severus, we’re not.” You fought back. “I’ve been experiencing these for two days now, I promise I’m fine.” But the shaking of your body wasn’t helping to convince him.

“Y/n, please. We could just go there to make sure you’re alright, and when the healers confirm you are, we’ll come back.”

The offer admittedly sounded nice, but you were adamant, “Sev, my mother and sisters experienced the same thing,” you waved him off. “It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.”

Your nonchalant attitude had started to annoy him. You were no longer hunched over your desk and your shaking had subsided, so he briefly let it drop. He’d brought it up at least two more times before he left to go to his second class, but not before saying goodbye to your ever present daughter.

It wasn’t until midway into your teaching that you’d clutched your stomach and dropped your wand loudly. Your students snapped out of their studious dazes and stared worriedly at you. They’d seen how your expression looked strained and that you were cradling your stomach.

“Professor?” Your student aid called. “Is everything okay?” She’d started to get up out of her seat. It looked as if your knees were about to buckle and two of your male students had also gotten up, accompanied by a few others.

In an instant, you doubled over in pain at the feeling you’d experienced. You felt a sense of trepidation creep upon you and the only thing you wanted was your husband. You ignored all of your students voices and focused on speaking clearly.

“Go get my husband…” your voice was calm, causing everyone to still. “Now!”

Everyone ran around rampant, Charlotte and your student aid bolted to the door to get Severus. You were grateful for those two and annoyed by the freaked out expressions on almost everyone else’s faces.

You gathered them all up and quelled their worries. You’d told him that class was dismissed and they were able to go. Two of the children helped you with one neatly collecting your things while the other allowed you to lean on them for support. You just needed to make it to Poppy before anything else.

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Severus had been teaching his third years a tricky potion. One of the students had ruined their concoction and a bit of the cauldron resulting in a grating berating from Severus.

He’d made that student sit down and when everyone was finished, he’d made them write parchment long essays on the importance of precision.

The only audible sounds were quills on parchment, Severus’ angry snarls, and his slamming down of essays.

Until his classroom doors burst open and two frightened looking young ladies came running into the room.

“What is the meaning of this!” He demanded. His students had given him a headache and the last thing he needed were two more petulant children bothering him.

“We’re so sorry for barging in like this, Professor—” Charlotte quickly apologized.

The student aid nodded in acknowledgment, “But we believe Professor L/n is in the beginning of going into labor!”

Severus immediately rushed into action, left his students in his room while telling the older two to watch over them, and hastened to find you. Luckily, he’d remembered through his panic stricken blur that they’d told him you were in the infirmary.

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When Severus came frantically running into the room and rushing to your bedside, you looked at him with a confused glance. “Why are you so jittery?”

He looked at you incredulously and then to Poppy. Poppy raised her shoulders and offered him a, “She was completely fine after her third contraction. She’s been like this since.”

“I thought women were supposed to be in pain and screaming and hexing their husbands?” He looked back in forth between you two.

“Not all women,” you corrected him. “Poppy gave me a plus facile accouchement potion, so I’m not exactly in any pain.” Severus raised an eyebrow which made you roll your eyes. “I’m in mild pain, but you know the potion will last long enough to get me to St. Mungos.”

Poppy frowned, “St. Mungos?” She questioned.

“Yes?” Your eyebrows dipped in puzzlement at her look, “Why?”

She walked to your bedside and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. That gesture worried you and a quick glance towards Severus showed that it’d done the same to him.

“Dear, you won’t be making it to St. Mungos.” She spoke softly. “Your little girl is ready to make an appearance and quite soon might I add.”

“What!” You and Severus exclaimed. “No, Poppy, I’m supposed to have her at St. Mungos. Mum is the head healer for my delivery, she can’t miss this!”

Your fear had become evident and Severus held your hand as you slightly panicked. You couldn’t have your daughter at Hogwarts. Yes, Poppy was a qualified mediwitch, but was she prepared to deliver a baby? Furthermore, did she even have all of the equipment to aid in delivering your daughter?

“Poppy, is there anyway that we’d be able to get my wife there? Are you certain she has to give birth here?” Severus too had worry etched into his face.

“We’d have to get Y/n out of Hogwarts - which is a task by itself considering the stairs and long corridors; then she’d have to be outside of the gates in order to apparate. Walking isn’t exactly an option right now, I’m sorry, Severus.” Madam Pomfrey looked genuinely upset and Severus nodded.

Your lip was trembling with fear. You didn’t want to give birth here, you didn’t want anyone to deliver your baby except your mum, and you didn’t want to give birth in a student infirmary! Your emotions were all rushing to the forefront and your lip trembled in sorrow. You knew giving birth wasn’t the most joyous times, but it wasn’t supposed to be sad either.

You couldn’t take it anymore and before you knew it you had tears falling down your face, staining your supple cheeks. You didn’t even try to hide that you were sad and you welcomed the tears. It wasn’t fair!

“Darling,” you heard Severus. “Darling, look at me please.” You raised your eyes to look at him. “I know this isn’t the best situation but at least we’re somewhere with sterile equipment. And if the antiseptic smell isn’t enough, I think it’s fair to say we both know how much of a neat freak Poppy is.” He’d gotten a laugh out of you at that and a glare from Poppy that he’d chosen to ignore.

“So, are you ready to deliver our daughter?” He finally asked.

The sound of the door slamming open made everyone snap their necks to see who’d just barreled through the door.

“Mum!” You shrieked, opening your arms to receive the tight hug from her. “I didn’t think you were going to make it!”

She gave a quick hug to Severus, a smile to Poppy, and hurriedly laid out the contents of her medical bag. “As if I’d miss the birth of my very first granddaughter.” She was too giddy for an older woman sometimes. “Honestly, it’s about time someone broke the cycle. I love my grandsons, but anymore of them and I’d have gone mad.” She was rewarded with a collective chuckle from everyone.

“I’m happy you’re here now, Mum, but my water hasn’t even—” the sound of a very subtle pop and trickling liquid alerted everyone.

“Was that…” Severus blanched.

Your face mimicked his, “My water breaking? Yes, yes it was!”

Your mother jumped into action, accompanied by Poppy and Severus, and got to work.

You were told to get on one of the beds and lie back but your fear had stricken you out of nowhere. You insisted you weren’t ready and that maybe you’d all heard wrong. Your mother reassured you that you were going to be okay but that wasn’t enough, you didn’t want to hear that right now. Getting up and leaving clearly wasn’t an option now, though.

“Look at me, love.” Severus gently spoke, but when that didn’t work he delicately grabbed your chin to tilt your eyes to his. “Y/n.” That’d made you look at him.

“You’re going to do perfectly fine, darling. You’re going to deliver our daughter and she’ll join us in this disastrous world we call home—”

“Severus.” Your mother and Poppy interjected.

He looked sheepish, “Right, motivational.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Y/n, you are the strongest person I know. You’re brilliant at everything you do and you do it effortlessly,” he wiped a fallen tear from your eyes. “Our daughter couldn’t have a better mother. I think she knows that and that’s why she’s rushing to come out.”

“You really think so?” You quietly asked.

He rubbed both of your cheeks, unabashedly kissing the tip of your nose, “I know so.” He promised.

You knew that he was just trying to cheer you up, so you chose not to point out that she’d be coming out regardless of what she thought of you or Severus.

As you scooted up to the bed and breathed, you felt a contraction hit you. You let out a piercing scream at the pure agony you now seemed to be in. The previous potion Poppy had administered had now completely gone oddly enough. You knew there was a possibility it could stop working but you hadn’t thought it would be that soon.

You shook your head at the pain and grabbed onto Severus’ shoulder. He gently moved to hold your leg, subtly so you didn’t notice, but you clutched onto him tighter and cried into the column of his neck.

“I can’t, I can’t, Severus!” You sobbed. “It’s too much!”

Severus heard your constant pauses between each breath, his obsidian eyes growing two sizes when he felt your body move against his - a resounding, throaty groan escaped your throat.

“She’s pushing!” He announced, looking at both of the older women in caution.

Poppy rubbed your back while your mother coaxed you, “Come on, honey. You can do this, just a few more pushes, angel.”

“I CAN’T!” Your voice cracked as a loud wail rolled out of you.

Severus tenderly helped you to sit up and kept one hand on your back, aiding you with holding onto to him, while he carefully cradled your thigh in his other to keep you secure.

“Y/n, pay attention to me.” The deep vibration of his voice comforted you, “You’re doing wonderful, our daughter is almost here. All we need are a few more pushes… are you able to do that, love?”

Your nod was cut short at the shrill shriek you let out. The other three people in the room were positive that they’re eardrums would’ve burst if you’d gone longer, but they trekked on.

You curled almost into a ball, clutching Severus’ hand so tightly it was turning purple, and your husband leaned over your mother’s shoulder to see the first sign of your daughter.

Severus continued to watch as your mother pulled your daughter from your womb, allowing herself to hear the sharp cries her granddaughter was emitting, before placing her on your fluctuating chest. You gasped and cried tears of joy at the tiny newborn who was lying on your sternum.

Severus’ eyes darkened at the sight. In an emotion he’d never felt before. It was different, the love he had for his daughter; it wasn’t comparable to yours. It was different.

He felt as if he’d do anything for her. His chest was overwhelmed with the immense feeling of love he was experiencing. He knew he’d never judge her, always be understanding, letting her know that you and he would never forsake her no matter what happened. He’d know when to let her try her own wings. He’d always be there for her, but let her live her own life. He’d enjoy her successes, being happy because of her happiness, shortly stepping down when she did not need him and stepping up when she did.

“You feel it too?” The soft whisper of your voice rippled through Severus. The feeling of a lone tear dropping on your bare shoulder made you reach out to grab one of Severus’ hands while you cradled your daughter with the other, but your eyes never left her.

“The second I heard her cry, I felt it. The love I have for her, our daughter, is completely overwhelming and instant.” You shook your head in astonishment. “Mum always said that when you love someone, their happiness is yours; you only want to see them happy. When it comes to her, it feels like second nature already. I know that when she smiles, it’ll be impossible not to smile back. When she hurts, we’ll hurt.”

You finally moved your gaze away from your daughter and onto your husband. You saw the same emotion swirling through his dark irises that was swimming in yours. You sent him a fatigued smile and he gave you a matching one that, very unlike Severus Snape, lit up his handsome features.

“How much one loves their child cannot be calculated; there is no amount of love, it’s endless and unconditional.” Your mother cut through the peaceful silence, but it was welcomed. She walked over to your left side and stared down at her newest grandchild. “Loving you all is like breathing; I need it, I love feeling it, and crave it. Life really wouldn’t be the same. That includes you Severus.” She teased, getting a smirk from the new father.

A beat of quietness passed before your mother spoke again, “I’m proud of you - both of you. I know that she’ll love her amazing parents and that you two will love her endlessly.”

“Thank you, Mummy.” You kissed the hand that was resting on your shoulder and leaned into it when she cradled your cheek.

She stroked your hair, allowing her hand to linger, “Well, we’ll let you two enjoy being new parents.” Madam Pomfrey followed behind her after giving you both a congratulations and making you promise that she’d be able to hold your daughter. “We’ll let your father and sisters know that you’re alright. Those silencing charms may be strong but you almost tore down the walls with your screaming.”

“I was pushing out a baby, I’m sure they’ll be fine. Not to mention each one of them has done the same.” You thought for a moment before snickering, “…Well except Dad, but he had to deal with you each time; it’s nearly the same.”

Your mother gave you a soft glare, “Cheeky brat, you are.” She opened the door and you heard a flurry of questions directed at her. ‘Get back, your professors and the newest Snape are all perfectly fine!’

You laughed while Severus rolled his eyes, but your face turned serious. “We did it.” You said.

“You did.” He corrected while caressing your daughter’s full head of hair.

You shook your head in disagreement, “No, we did. You had to endure just as much, minus the birthing.”

“Yes, well, I’d do it all again if this is the outcome.” He rested his head on your shoulder.

“Me too.” You agreed.

You both sat and stared at your daughter. She was so beautiful. Aside from her raven hair and astonishingly prominent cheek bones gifted from her father, she was your carbon copy. She’d opened her eyes only once and you’d both seen that her shiny eyes resembled your e/c ones. She was almost a perfect mix of the two of you.

“Sev?”

“Yes, love?”

“We can’t call her ‘our daughter’ or ‘her’ for the rest of her life, so please tell me you’ve got a name picked out.” You looked at him amusingly.

“I’ve had the name decided from the beginning.” He countered.

You rolled your eyes, “Of course you have.” You sighed in contentment. “I’ll go first then you’ll follow up?” He nodded.

“Estelle.” You announced.

“Quinn.” He went next.

“Estelle Quinn Snape.” You both chorused. “It’s perfect.” You affirmed.

“Why’d you choose Estelle?” Severus asked you.

“It’s Latin for star, and considering how bright her eyes shine, I think it’s fitting. Our shining star…” you murmured. You spoke up now, “Why’d you pick Quinn?”

“It represents wisdom and intelligence.” He informed you. “With us as her parents, I know she’ll be nothing less than brilliant.”

“Estelle Quinn Snape - our bright star.” You both rested your heads on each other’s and just admired your beautiful daughter Estelle.

Severus kissed your neck a few times before he accepted your daughter from your outstretched hands, “Thank you.”

“For handing you Stelle?” You laughed, mindful of your sleeping daughter.

He chuckled, “No, for giving me a daughter, making me a father.” He kissed you on the lips.

You happily kissed him back, he gave the best ones after all, “Anytime.”

His ears perked up at that comment and his signature smirk played on his lips, “Anytime?”

“Don’t push it.” You snuggled under the warm cover Poppy had given you. You were fighting off every ounce of sleep that your body was craving, you wanted to keep the image of Severus gently cradling Estelle burned into your mind forever.

“Sleep,” Severus had seen you trying to stay up. “We’ll be here when you wake up, darling. I promise.”

With your daughter comfortably rested in your husband’s arms, and the two of them snuggled close and safely together, you didn’t have to be told twice.

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End Note: plus facile in French is ‘easier’, and accouchement in French is ‘childbirth’… put it together and you get plus facile accouchement (which is my creation of a wizarding epidural lmao).

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Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @lizlil @snapefiction @deniseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[mrsseverussnape]

Can I request Sev x wife reader fluff. You can decide what plot. Its just that I need some fluff after reading 'Petals' thank u. But its ok if u don't want to. 💛💛

A/N: Nothing came to my mind tbh, please be little bit more specific but i tried, hope you like it🤍🤍

Ps: Don’t question me and my duck themes pls😂 i just love ducks, that’s it💖

Characters: Severus Snape x wife!reader

Theme: fluff

A Day In The Life

The weather was cloudy and it was sprinkling rain time to time. You and your husband Severus Snape were sitting each side of your big velvet sofa and reading books in silence for a while now. But you wanted to do something else, it was saturday and you didn’t want to spend your weekend like that. Reading books together was one of your daily habits and you could do that in weekdays too. You closed your book which you haven’t been reading for a while now and crawled your way to your very concentrated husband, without taking his eyes off of the book he simply raised his arm so you could cuddle into him. You stared at the pages for couple of seconds until let out a long and dramatic sigh. Severus looked down at you, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

“What’s wrong love?”

“I am bored... Can’t we do something different and funnier?” You poked his cheek cutely.

“Like what?” He put his book down beside him then wrapped his arms around you.

You shrugged, you didn’t have the answer to his question. You two stayed in silence and thought about ideas.

“How about a karaoke and dance party of our own?” You grinned up at him but he rolled his eyes at you.

“Y/N... I assume you can guess my answer...”

“I know but i gave it a try anyways.” You chuckled softly when he kissed top of your head.

“Let’s go for a walk by the river, maybe we can see the ducks.” Severus suggested, he knew you like to go there just to see the ducks.

“And we can feed them!” You jumped up excitedly and run to your kitchen to get the seeds you bought for them. Severus smiled at you, he was amazed by the fact that the smallest things can make you so happy. He got up to wear his rain coat and the boots, soon you joined him and headed out of your small house hand in hand.

You and Severus walked to the wooded area which was not very far away from your house. The area also had a small river by the side. When you got closer to it, you heard quacks and a cheeky grin formed on your lips.

“I guess we found your best mates, darling.”

“Sure we did Sev! Come!”

You run towards the river while dragging Severus along with you. You knelt down and took the seeds out of your pocket, couple of ducks approached you when they noticed the food. You were giggling and petting the ducks, basically having the time of your life with them. Severus was standing beside and watching you admiringly. He loved how you care for the animals with your whole heart and this lighted something in his mind, unwittingly the thought escaped from his lips.

“You would make a good mum.”

“What did you say...?” You turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“I said you would make a good mum...” Severus bit down on his lip shyly.

You stood up and made your way to your husband, rested your hands on his shoulders.

“I can imagine you as a good dad too.”

Severus scoffed at your statement.

“I do honey!” You kissed his nose sweetly.

Severus pulled you closer by your waist and looked deep into your eyes.

“Let’s have a baby, darling.”