#snape angst

[ms-snape]

Hi could you please write an imagine in which snaps and reader are together, reader grew up in a muggle house, didn’t go to a wizarding school therefore doesn’t know a whole lot about magic. Somehow they find out the other has powers and Snape takes it upon himself to teach her everything.

Title: Magic?

Warning: None

Words Count: 2000+

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Severus Snape was a man who kept his life meticulously ordered—every detail tightly controlled, every secret well-guarded. His flat in Spinner’s End reflected that precision: shelves lined with books on obscure topics, an assortment of jars containing rare herbs and powders, and not a single item out of place. For years, his life had been predictable, secluded, and exactly as he preferred it.

Until Y/N.

She had appeared one rainy autumn afternoon, moving into the house near his with a clatter of boxes and the faint sound of her laughter through the place. He’d paid her no mind at first, assuming she was just another ordinary muggle passing through the neighborhood. But Y/N had a way of quietly insinuating herself into his life, her warmth and curiosity chipping away at the walls he had spent years constructing.

It started with small conversations, then turned into shared cups of tea on dreary afternoons. Severus found himself drawn to her despite his better judgment, captivated by her wit and her ability to see through his sharp exterior without fear. Before long, her presence became a comfort he didn’t know he needed.

But Severus Snape was no ordinary man, and secrets like his had a way of complicating even the simplest of relationships.

The first time Severus noticed something unusual about Y/N, it was during one of their many tea sessions. She had been recounting a frustrating encounter with a nosy coworker, her voice tinged with exasperation, when the sugar bowl on the table suddenly slid toward her without anyone touching it.

Severus froze, his sharp black eyes narrowing as he watched the bowl settle.

Y/N, however, seemed entirely unaware. She simply reached for the sugar and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

The incident lingered in Severus’s mind for days. It wasn’t an isolated occurrence. As their relationship deepened, he began to notice more of these oddities.

One evening, while she was cooking dinner, she muttered under her breath about needing a spoon. A drawer across the room creaked open, and a wooden spoon floated out, landing neatly on the counter. She had stared at it in confusion for a moment before shaking her head and muttering something about exhaustion.

Then there was the time they had gotten into a mild argument. The moment her voice rose, the lights flickered ominously, and a glass on the counter shattered. Y/N had apologized profusely, blaming her clumsiness, but Severus couldn’t ignore the growing evidence.

She was no ordinary muggle.

He debated telling her for weeks, but every time he tried, the words caught in his throat. How could he explain magic to someone who had lived her entire life unaware of its existence? More importantly, how could he tell her that she might possess magic of her own?

As he hesitated, Y/N’s curiosity began to grow. She wasn’t blind to his odd behaviors—the way he seemed to know things he shouldn’t, the strange ingredients she occasionally glimpsed in his kitchen, or the books with titles written in languages she couldn’t understand.

It all came to a head one fateful evening.

Severus had been in his study, absorbed in a particularly complex potion, when Y/N’s voice broke through his concentration.

“Severus, can I ask you something?”

He looked up, his expression unreadable. “What is it?”

She stepped into the room, holding a thick, leather-bound book in her hands. His heart sank as he recognized it immediately.

“Where did you get that?” he asked sharply.

“It was on the shelf,” she replied, her brow furrowed. “I was looking for something to read, and this caught my eye. But… Severus, what is this? It’s not just a book, is it?”

He rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate. “Y/N,” he began, his voice measured, “that is not something you should have been reading.”

“Why not?” she pressed. “It’s not like I can understand half of it. But the parts I do understand…” She flipped the book open, pointing to a page filled with detailed instructions for a potion. “This talks about powdered unicorn horn and asphodel. These aren’t… normal things, are they?”

Severus stared at her, his mind racing. There was no more hiding it.

“No,” he said finally. “They are not.”

She waited, her expression a mixture of confusion and determination. “Then explain it to me. Please.”

And so he did.

Severus spent the next hour explaining everything—the wizarding world, Hogwarts, and his own role as a potions master. He spoke of magic and its many forms, carefully observing her reaction as he revealed the truth he had kept hidden for so long.

Y/N listened in stunned silence, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. When he finished, she exhaled a shaky breath.

“So… you’re a wizard,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“And you’ve been hiding this from me the entire time we’ve known each other?”

“I was protecting you,” he said, his tone defensive. “The less you knew, the safer you were.”

She frowned, her gaze piercing. “Safe from what?”

“From the dangers of my world,” he replied. “Magic is not always a gift. It can be a burden—a dangerous one.”

Y/N shook her head, her expression softening. “Severus, I understand why you wanted to protect me. But don’t you think I deserve to know the truth? Especially if…” She hesitated, her voice faltering.

“If what?” he prompted.

“If I’m part of it too,” she said quietly.

Severus’s eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”

She looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously. “I’ve always had… strange things happen around me. Things I couldn’t explain. I thought I was just unlucky or clumsy, but… after what you’ve told me, I don’t know anymore.”

He studied her carefully, his mind racing. He had suspected as much, but hearing her say it aloud confirmed what he had been reluctant to admit.

“Y/N,” he said slowly, “it is possible that you are not a muggle.”

Her eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he continued, “that you may be a witch.”

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The morning light filtered softly through the windows of Severus’s flat, illuminating the scattered remnants of the night before: a few spell books left open on the table, a candle burned low in its holder, and a single white feather resting in the middle of the room. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her brow furrowed in concentration as she waved a borrowed wand at the feather.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” she muttered, her tone deliberate.

The feather trembled slightly but refused to lift. Instead, it skidded a few inches across the wooden floor.

“Again,” Severus instructed from his chair, his tone calm but firm.

Y/N sighed, gripping the wand tighter. “I’ve said it at least twenty times. Why isn’t it working?”

“Because,” he replied, “you’re trying to force it. Magic requires control, yes, but also intention. You cannot simply will it into being. You must feel it, allow it to flow.”

She groaned, letting her head drop forward in frustration. “This is harder than it looks.”

Severus set down the book he’d been thumbing through and moved to sit beside her on the floor. His presence was steadying, his dark eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its usual edge, “no one masters magic overnight. Even the most talented witches and wizards stumble when they first begin.”

“But I can’t even levitate a feather,” she muttered, her tone tinged with disappointment.

“Progress is not measured by perfection,” he said, reaching out to gently tilt her chin so she was looking at him. “Every spell, no matter how small, is a step forward.”

She gave him a small, tentative smile, and he allowed himself a rare moment of softness, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Come,” he said, standing and offering her his hand. “Let’s try again.”

For the next hour, Y/N practiced under Severus’s watchful eye. Each attempt was met with either a subtle correction or a murmured word of encouragement. When she managed to lift the feather a few inches off the ground, she let out a triumphant laugh, her excitement lighting up the room.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, turning to Severus.

He allowed himself a small, approving smile. “Indeed, you did.”

Unable to contain her excitement, she threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him off balance. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing, his hands resting awkwardly on her back.

“You’re a surprisingly affectionate student,” he remarked dryly, though the faintest hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“And you’re a surprisingly patient teacher,” she shot back, grinning.

He shook his head, muttering something about “foolishness,” but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving ever so slightly upward.

As the days turned into weeks, their lessons became a regular routine. Severus taught her simple spells first—lumos to light her wand, accio to summon objects, and even reparo to fix the various things she accidentally broke during her practice.

But not every lesson was smooth.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N was attempting to cast a cleaning charm on a spill she’d made. Instead of vanishing, the liquid exploded outward, splattering both her and Severus with tea.

She gasped, horrified. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Severus!”

He stood there, dripping tea, his expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might be angry, but then he let out a deep sigh and flicked his wand, vanishing the mess in an instant.

“Perhaps,” he said, his tone dry, “we’ll revisit cleaning charms another day.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and to her surprise, Severus’s lips twitched in response.

Despite her occasional missteps, Y/N’s progress was undeniable. With each successful spell, her confidence grew, and Severus found himself strangely proud of her determination.

One evening, as they practiced in the dim light of his study, Y/N managed to conjure a small stream of water from her wand. She let out a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling as she turned to him.

“Did you see that?” she asked, beaming.

“I saw,” he replied, his voice quiet.

Her joy was infectious, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a fleeting kiss, soft and full of gratitude, but it lingered between them like an unspoken promise.

When she pulled back, she looked at him nervously. “Was that okay?”

Severus’s dark eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought he might retreat behind his usual stoicism. But then he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her back—slowly, deliberately, as though he were committing the moment to memory.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re remarkable, Y/N.”

Her heart swelled, and she smiled, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. “So are you, Severus.”

The weeks passed in a blur of lessons, laughter, and quiet moments shared between spells. Y/N still struggled at times—her wand sometimes sparked unpredictably, and her frustration would boil over when a spell refused to cooperate. But Severus was always there, steady and patient, guiding her with a firm but gentle hand.

One evening, as they sat together by the fire, Y/N leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you think I’ll ever be good at this?” she asked softly.

Severus placed a hand over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. “You already are.”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” he said simply.

Y/N smiled, her doubts melting away under his steady gaze. For all his gruffness and guarded nature, Severus had a way of making her feel seen—truly seen.

And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she realized that magic, for all its wonder and mystery, was nothing compared to the love they had found in each other.

[sacredsnape]

VERY self indugent fic of Sev breeding you bc I'm insane and feeling 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚. Inspired by the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUTTT

Warnings: sub!reader, soft dom!Sev, but he's also rough in a sweet way?? Praise (good girl, doing so well, etc), breeding kink, creampie, (wrap it before you tap it unless you're Sev) slight choking and hair pulling, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy, aftercare <333

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You gasped as Severus pressed your back to his heaving chest, his hand gripping your hair and pulling your head back to look at him. You whimpered pleasurably at the pain, your eyelids fluttering as Severus bore his eyes into your soul. His throbbing election pressed into your lower back, his breath hot on your face.

"Get on the bed, darling, and spread your legs," he commanded softly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head. His sweet words were juxtaposed by his unforgiving grip on your hair, but you nodded and complied with his orders.

You were already nude, your slick dripping down your legs aw you laid down. Your legs spread in an instant, allowing Severus to crawl between them and press his cock to your inner thigh.

"So beautiful," Severus murmured as he ran his large hands up and down your sides. "Your body is exquisite, my love."

You blushed at his words, lightly dragging your hands up and down his chest. "Please. Sev. Need you inside me," you begged, jutting your bottom lip out in a soft pout. "Need you to get me pregnant."

Severus bit his lip, his resolve running low as he needily rutted against your thigh. Severus loved fucking you raw, but always took caution to pull out before he came. He used to be terrified of getting you pregnant, but recently, he got off on the idea of you being visibly pregnant and everyone knowing that he had been the reason.

"Gonna fill you up with my baby," he grunted, guiding the thick head of his cock towards your entrance. You felt your heart rate quicken, biting your lip as you anticipated the delicious stretch of Severus' cock.

It stung like it did the first time you had sex together. He had slipped the head past your folds and inside you, his eyes dark as he watched your pussy swallow more of his cock.

He looked up when he heard you moan, your eyes pleading wordlessly with him to go in deeper. Severus didn't hesitate and pushed all the way in, quickly bottoming out so his hips pressed into yours.

"S-Sev," you stammered, clutching onto his biceps. "You feel so good."

"Yeah?" Severus breathed, brushing your hair out of your face so that he could see your beautiful features. Your cheeks were pink, and your mouth was agape, small pants leaving you. You looked ethereal, a specially crafted angel sent from heaven just for him to corrupt.

"Fucking hell," he hissed as he began thrusting, his pace steady. You whimpered softly, feeling dazed as his long hair hung around your face and his nose brushed against your cheek.

Severus licked up the side of your face, causing you to squirm and giggle. He took your earlobe between his teeth and pulled, his expression ravenous. Your giggles dissolved into moans, always having enjoyed pain with your pleasure.

"I want to fucking tear you apart," Severus moaned into your ear, snapping his hips faster. "I'm going to fill you up, get you pregnant with my baby."

He suddenly grabbed your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders. You squeaked in surprise and gasped when he leaned over you, stretching you out beyond return.

"Severus!" You cried, throwing your head back on your pillow. The feeling was electrifying, sending sparks straight from your core up through your spine. Severus grinned darkly, trailing a hand up your sternum before wrapping it around your throat.

"I hope our baby has your eyes," he growled, slightly applying pressure to your throat. You choked out a moan, your eyes widening at his statement. It filled your stomach with a swarm of butterflies, as Severus was the first partner you've had to love your eyes.

You gently pried his fingers off your throat to say, "I hope they have your nose." Lips lingering on his nose, you bunched a hand in his hair to ground yourself. He was thrusting harder now, sending you a little bit higher up the bed with each thrust. Your breasts eagerly bounced, and Severus' eyes were trained on them, licking his lips.

Severus swallowed a whimper, his heart pounding in his ears. Hearing you say that he wanted your baby to have his nose - the feature he hated the most - made emotion swell in his chest.

"I love you so much, angel," he husked, grabbing both of your hands in his. He pinned you to the bed and caged you underneath him, rendering you unable to move.

Severus having your body under his complete control only aroused you further. Your pussy squelched, mingling with the sounds of his hips slamming against yours. You were creating a mess all over the sheets, soaking them with your wetness and Severus' precum.

"I love you more- fuck, right there!" A sharp exhale escaped you, pulling free from Severus' constraints to wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed your forehead, pressing himself closer to you until your bodies seemed to mold together.

"What a perfect fucking pussy, so tight and warm." "Good girl, baby, you're taking me so well." "Look at you, all split open on my cock."

Severus' praise spurred you on. Your mind was hazy, your throat almost raw from each high-pitched cry and moan that left you. The feeling was surreal, his cock reaching the depots of you and hitting your g-spot.

A familiar coil began to tighten in your stomach, warning you of your approaching orgasm. Your legs were aching in the position they were in, but you held on despite feeling like you were about to snap in half.

"You're close, princess. I can feel you squeezing me," Severus stated, his thumb falling to rub your clit in quick circles. You spasmed around him, squeezing him tighter as the extra simulation made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Need your cum, please please please," you sobbed to him. "Need you so deep in my belly."

Severus was sweating and breathing heavily, his body shaking as he continued his mind-numbing tempo. He was on the verge of climax too, eager to fill you to the brim with his seed.

The coil tightened more and Severus continued his attack on your clit, never stopping until he felt you give him one last, tight squeeze.

You screamed his name as the coil finally snapped. Your orgasm knocked the air from your lungs and made your head spin, your pussy gushing all over Severus' cock and stomach.

"Fuck, baby! Shit-" Severus released a loud groan when he finally came, pumping you full of his hot seed. He painted your walls white with endless ropes of cum, leaving you barely any time to register his climax before he abruptly pulled out.

"What- OH!" You gasped when Severus roughly shoved two fingers inside your overstimulated hole, ensuring that all of his seed reached your cervix. He massaged your spongy, wet walls as he pushed his seed further up, kissing your thighs as he did so.

You felt so warm and full, gradually coming down from your peak. You watched Severus lovingly finger you as a smile tugged at your lips.

"There we go, baby," he cooed, kissing your stomach. He rubbed it afterward, imagining a baby bump there one day. He couldn't wait to have his little family with you and show the world that Severus Snape could indeed be happy.

You closed your eyes and caught your breath, listening to Severus move around you. You suddenly felt tired, your body aching for sleep. Severus left your side for a moment to retrieve a damp washcloth and a warm blanket, kissing between your eyes to let you know that he was back.

"Keep your legs open, sweet girl. I have to clean you up," Severus informed you. You nodded, bliss washing over you as he resumed rubbing your stomach. You bit your lip as Severus cleaned you up, carefully dragging the washcloth up your dripping slit before patting you dry. You were sensitive and your clit was enlarged, protruding through your lips, but the overstimulation was worth it.

Once Severus was done, he wrapped you and him up in the blanket. You snuggled against him and yawned as the drowsiness returned to your body, a protective hand resting on your stomach.

"My pretty mommy-to-be," he mumbled, stroking the side of your face. Kissing you softly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your chest.

You grinned into his hair. How you got so lucky, you would never know.

[turvi]

Rumours

WARNING: angst, cussing

Rumours have it that Severus Snape doesn't shower. There is nothing sexy about him. All the girls in Hogwarts want to avoid him like a plague, and the marauders painting him as an obsessive creep also does not help his case. Maybe that is why Y/n feels so wrong to feel attracted to the boy.

Every time she crosses paths with Severus she can't help but feel a sensation in her chest as he looks at her, she tries to tear her eyes away from the boy, but the intense look in Severus' eyes makes it difficult for her to look somewhere else or even think about something else.

But as fate would have it she was James Potter's cousin. Ironically, she is attracted to the boy her cousin picks on the most. She can't dare to look at him while her cousin is around. What if he finds out? If a random boy approaches her James comes between them and stares the boy until he leaves Merlin knows what he will do to Severus. Y/n hates how James treats her like a kid when she is only a year younger than him

Y/n is often lost in thought trying to figure out why she feels like this about Severus. What is it about his eyes that traps her?

One day as she walks to her class she was pulled into a broom closet. Her instant panic was replaced with relief when she found the same onyx eyes that has been haunting her thoughts all day. "What do you want?"

Her eyes flutter. Even though Severus was whispering it felt like his baritone voice shook every inch of her soul. Y/n somehow musters up the courage to speak up "what do you mean?"

Severus scoffed "don't act innocent. I see how you stare at me. What is it? You want to turn me into a clown as well, turn me into a toy like your cousin does that you can torment and torture whenever you feel like?"

Her heart broke. She knows his words were not targeted to her. Who would not snap like that after facing so much? "Say something dammit"

"I love you"

"Bullshit"

Y/n cannot blame him. For some reason she cannot find a reason to hate him. She is really trying to but there is a softness in his onyx eyes that makes her determined that there is more to Severus than just being a 'greasy haired creep'.

"You don't have to believe me, but I do love you. And I also know that you love someone else."

Severus groans "miss l/n you have no idea what you are talking about"

"I am not asking you to feel the same" Y/n says but her eyes tell a different story

After a few minutes silence Severus speaks again "you cannot feel for me like this. This is merely infatuation".

As he starts to walk away Y/n spoke up finally without any fear "You do not get to tell me how I feel Severus Tobias Snape"

Severus turns around. Feeling angry yet curious at the tone she picks on him "excuse me?"

A shiver ran down her spine yet she stood her ground "you heard me loud and clear I fucking love you Severus. Whether you like it or not and I am not letting someone take that from me. Not even you".

Severus was taken aback about the way this girl talked to him. He walks back towards her, his eyes looking at her intensely "and what if I never love you back" his voice lowers

Y/n scoffed "you don't get it do you"? Severus raised an eyebrow but she continues taking a step closer to him. Severus tries to look for disgust or anger in her eyes but all he finds is passion. She continues "Severus, my curse is not that you will never love me but my curse is living a life where I am not in love with you"

Severus feels his heart throb. No this is wrong. He clenched his fist hoping it is only because of the extra cup of coffee he had this evening but one look in her eyes....and there it was again.

A/N: Part 2? Maybe? REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKED THIS

Without a word he turns around and leaves. Y/n stood there and watched him dissapear in the darkness unaware of the tears that were right now falling down his cold cheeks

Part 2

[dranna]

DON’T CALL ME COWARD—

So many of you said you missed seeing feral Snape in the movies. You shall only ask and you’ll receive 😌

@polarrstormme @alwyssnpe @oldwickedsongs

[gg-neptune]

The Longing

A/N: Just a little thing

Snape x his love

The recent extension of the dock off the black lake was a wonderful addition to Hogwarts. Allowing students to sit on the water and another place to relax. Allowing for a place to calm their nerves, a place to watch the golden orange sunset fall over the pass in the mountains, over the gorgeous pine trees. A place to take a break from the stress of classes and teachers and everything allowing for a momentary break of peaceful rest. A moment to let your shoulders finally untense and for your tired legs to dangle off the edge just above the water, if you were an exceptionally tall individual your feet grazing the dark water slightly creating soft ripples in the crystal ebony water.

In the dead of night, after every student had gone to bed, the halls patrolled, even the most try hard prefects sound asleep. You could find professor Snape, just like the many students the previous hours, sitting on the edge of the dock. His head leaned against the wooden pillar, swaying his long legs slightly not minding the wetness now on shoes that an unruly student had had the displeasure of polishing only hours before. His usual stern expression graced his face but something was different. Looking behind his eyes, very closely, and only if you were familiar with him, you could see the longing.

The longing to sit on the dock, the cold nipping at his nose, a warm coat wrapped around him, with his love tucked tightly right next to him. Their arm snaked around his waist clinging to him tightly, head leaning against his chest. Hushed whispers despite the absence of other souls in the vicinity. Light laughter and giggles gracing his ear every so often, allowing a gentle smile to appear on his face.

If Severus closed his eyes and concentrated, he could feel his love cuddling him. Their warmth seeping into his bones no matter what he did to try to fight it. The longing growing more and more. Despite knowing he would never feel this love the way he so desperately longed, every night after the students had gone to bed, you could find Professor Snape, just as the students had, sitting on the edge of the dock, longing for his love. 

[pr-olvdr]

damaged

i need some snape friends. anyone wanna be mutuals ? snutuals ? that doesn't sound quite right

[mrssnivellussnape]

not my gif, creds to original owner(s)

Indiscretion

Requested by Anon: ‘ANGST PLEASE🙏’

An: you got it! I tried a different take on this one with Severus. He’s a little softer I guess. Lmk what you think!

Pairing: Severus Snape X Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, cursing

“Took you long enough.” Admittedly hadn’t been the first words you’d expected to hear. Maybe loving words, or an offer to help remove your outer robes, surely not complaints.

You softly shut the door, turning around momentarily to be sure the lock was latched. You didn’t say anything in response to his ignorant expression, though, that didn’t mean it hadn’t bothered you.

Severus took note of that and chose to change the topic, “Did you remember this time?” He asked.

You didn’t answered before pulling out the aged, yet crisp, oak-barreled wine you’d brought with you. “I made sure not to leave without it.” You supplied.

Nothing else has been said as you followed Severus to the kitchen. He’d set the table, lit candles, and there’d been a tune playing from somewhere within the walls of the house. The only thing missing was the piece you’d brought with you.

You both sat down, with Severus helping you to your seat, “How was your day?” You tried inquiring. Although, Severus hadn’t seemed as if that was what he wanted to hear.

“It was consumed by petulant children I’d rather not talk about.” Came his curt answer. “I can assume yours was spent well?” He’d noticed your expression briefly change.

Again, you hadn’t responded, except this time he wasn’t going to let the question hang in the air. He knew it hadn’t been a good one, your lack of punctuality being a factor.

“Y/n?” His voice was both stern and concerned, yet his face remained impassive.

A heavy sigh was heard across the table and you sat back into your seat, “Nick and I didn’t have the best day.” You admitted.

Severus had to keep from showing the lack of distaste he held for the aforementioned man.

Nicholas Bradbury was a man Severus wasn’t very fond of. It wasn’t due to anything other than pure jealousy. His job at the ministry hadn’t been what Severus was jealous of, no. Nor was it how much wealth he seemed to obtain. The only reasoning Severus had to back up his hatred, was the matching wedding ring you adorned on your left ring finger.

“I see.” Was his simple return.

You didn’t hold back from rolling your eyes, though, “Honestly, Severus, can we not do this tonight.” You were tired of the same tirade that would somehow inevitably be slipped in on these nights.

He could sense that you weren’t appreciative of his tone, still that hadn’t held him back. “Do what?” He countered, “Talk about how unhappy your husband makes you?”

The room felt as if any ounce of contentment that had been inside, had left. It wasn’t a blow to the face, exactly, but you hadn’t been expecting him to be so abrupt with his words. You knew Severus was tired of the sneaking and lying, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t agree.

You’d started seeing Severus amorously months back.

You two had stumbled upon each other at random on a late night out.

He’d happened to be at The Leaky Cauldron - already appearing in an intoxicated state. You hadn’t come toppling in, but you’d stumbled onto him on his way out. He’d caught you in his confused daze - not understanding how you appeared to be more inebriated than he had.

He’d felt bad, oddly enough. Your cheeks had been tear stained, and when he followed them to your eyes, they’d shown how swollen they were. You were, undoubtedly, a mess; yet something in Severus couldn’t let you go. A room for the night had been offered and despite you being frazzled and dizzy, you’d accepted.

It began as a nice gesture that had soon become a regret once the two of you were alone in the dimly lit space. The light casted off of the oak wood furniture, creating a warm ambiance within the room. The fireplace had already began to roar as it quickly started to heat the two of you.

You’d traveled over to the mirror attached dresser and had taken your outer clothes off.

You’d made note of the mysterious stranger you were now seeing in the mirror. His hair was long, as were his slender, dexterous appearing fingers. His attire was both put together, and unkempt.

He intrigued the curious part in the back of your mind, although you knew it wasn’t right, and you needed to know him.

As if his own mind had been in tandem, you hadn’t noticed he was then behind you, standing a short distance away.

The rational part of you had been gone long before that specific night, you knew it wasn’t right and you still ignored it. Whether you’d come to regret in the morning hadn’t been a thought. You had been tired of your thoughts and needed something for the moment.

At least, that had been the plan.

One night of passion turned into months of more drunken nights, slipped kisses; moans and whimpers of more.

Your secret was known, not that it could be called that, or that you’d cared. Severus had given you things - feelings, that your husband hadn’t. You had felt bad on certain occasions, and then Severus would have you forgetting once more.

Brought back to reality, “Oh, so now me having a husband bothers your?” You scoffed. He’d tried bringing it up before, but you’d negate it with the fact that he’d already known. “You hadn’t seemed to mind any of the other times we’ve been together, recently.”

“When are you going to be honest with yourself and admit that that man can do nothing for you?” His words spewed out like sounds of hatred and his face had contorted into one of disgust.

You now stood to your feet, there was no appetite left in you. You had come on an empty stomach and it appeared as though you might’ve been leaving the same way. “Where, in your mind, did you think this was going to lead to!” You shouted.

Severus couldn’t be serious; he knew you were married. There had been no plans for the future, no promises of leaving and starting something anew. The base of your relationship had been built on being sneaky and lying - hiding in the dark and only telling each other.

It was his turn to rise to his feet now, “How can you be married to a man you hate?” He was now yelling.

“That doesn’t concern you.” You countered.

Severus adamantly shook his head, “No.” he argued. “You don’t know how to love anyone but yourself. You’re a selfish woman. You’re too scared to admit to yourself who’s right for you, and who isn’t.”

“As if you’d be the one to tell me that.” Came your low words.

Your demeanor shifted and he saw how the same woman he thought he’d come to know, was now nothing short of a facade. Your eyes had taken on a dark look and your eyebrows were sat angrily.

“We were never meant for a happy ending.” You promised. “Did you think this was some kind of fantasy world? You thought I would leave my husband for a man like you?” You were stepping closer to him.

He knew how fast a person could change. He’d seen both men and women use what they have to get just what they need; it was an evil world they lived in. “I should’ve never helped you, I knew against my better judgement. You’re nothing better than what you think you are. You’ve already ruined yourself for me.”

You stormed towards the door, because no matter the rude words you’d said to him, he was right. You’d cheated on your husband, you’d stooped low and stepped out. Severus would always have a part of you.

You weren’t going to let him know, though, “What made you think I ever cared for you.” You rhetorically asked. “You’re a sad, lonely man who’s never had love. I can so easily see that. Forget how we once were, you mean nothing to me now.”

Severus went to open his mouth, looking unusually defeated. He didn’t know what to say or was expected to say - nothing according to you. He hadn’t expected the night to go as poorly as it had.

He watched as you didn’t gather your things, instead taking nothing, and leaving everything except your love.

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 7: Soft

Words: 713 | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

It’s exceptionally cold this morning, maybe because Severus had left in the middle of the night for a meeting. You hadn’t asked what it was about; though, you were more than curious about your lover’s frequent partings at dawn.

Your eyes flutter open to a ray of sunlight peeking through slips of the heavy, emerald green curtains. The sunlight illuminates a single crack across the ceiling.

With his absence and his blankets doing no justice, you toss them back and shiver towards his makeshift wooden wardrobe in the corner of his room. Severus doesn’t have much, but he never did. It was the trauma. In a sense, it had carried over from childhood or throughout the years of his life in general.

The lesson? Well, it’s simple. You can’t miss what never belonged to you.

So, with the slim pickings in his wardrobe, your palms mull over a thick wool sweater. You’ve never seen him wear it, not even once in the years you’ve been together. The wool is soft and warm against your frigid fingertips and the coolness of the space, so you settle on taking it out. Slowly removing it from the hanger, you turn towards the mirror, eyeing it against you over the nakedness of your body.

Somewhere in the rush, just the night before, you’d lost your own clothes before Severus’ hands and mouth had replaced where they’d been. And you’d look for them, but it’d be of no use. Just knowing Severus, they were probably cleaned by him long after you drifted to sleep in his bed and hanging outside to dry, knowing his need for order in even the simplest of things.

In the stillness of the morning, at least inside, you listen to the scraping of the old maple tree branches brushing against the tiny house. You listen to the whirling of dead and dying leaves spiraling in the wind before coming to a crash against the forest floor. You listen to the howling of the wind bristling through the tops of endless ascending trees.

In the house, you gaze away from the foggy mirror, not foggy from perspiration, but foggy from aging. Your eyes roam over the tattered, brownish black wallpaper. It’s peeling in the corners just a bit, revealing a grayish gold tint underneath. He had covered it all up when he’d moved here, much like you covering yourself in the softness of his sweater.

The wool fabric falls just above your knees and itches slightly against your goose-bumped skin, but you pay no mind now that you’ve been shielded from the cold.

Searching for a bit more warmth, you wander into the kitchen where the same wallpaper is peeling and reach into the cabinet for a mug. You settle with tea at the wooden table, perched in an unvarnished wooden chair. The fingertips of your left hand curl around the mug and your right ones rub into the unfinished carvings in the table top.

You watch the leaves swirling just outside the small paneled window above the old, rusting sink until the steam curling from the mug becomes too much a distraction. Just as you stand to move, the front door swings open, bringing in a gush of the cold that makes your legs tremble, then comes the heat.

“Sev,” you hum, immediately placing the mug on the table to rush towards him.

He tosses his coat on a nearby chair and kicks his shoes off before greeting you. He allows his coolness to melt into your warmth until he’s just warm enough to place his hands on your cheeks.

His eyes fall into your gaze and all the words he wants to say, the words that linger on the tip of his tongue, fall short in the exchange of gazing into each other. It’s like peeking into pieces of each other’s soul. Both your lips tremble, yearning for each other in the realization of it all. The realization being, the two of you are madly in love, no matter how mad love can be.

And with that profound realization, he brings his lips to yours, allowing them to curl against you. You’ve always found so much warmth in his kisses, so much softness there… in his touch, when he is with you.

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Quick Severus Snape Headcannon:

Despite what others believe, Severus Snape and Lily Evans passed notes to eachother in class (if they were done with their classwork) and sometimes in the library when they studied.

Severus kept all of the folded notes in a little wooden box and re-read them later on.

After a long, tiring day of teaching dunderhead students, Professor Snape goes into his office and opens up the locked desk drawer with the little wooden box in it. Once in a blue moon, the shadow of a smile crosses the grumpy professors face while he looks at the contents of the box.

(Check out my other posts if you like this Severus headcannon, I plan to add more headcannons)

[fruitandveggietango]

A pretty sad headcanon about Snape + a doodle (at first, that's how I imagined him when I first read the book, next, I can't draw crying people :( )

So

The headcanon is, that when Snape genuinely laughs (not these measured sarcastic chuckles, but completely sincere laughter) or cries, the sobs or the sounds of laughter of him are more likely similar to croaking or coughing. And because of the fact, that to Snape, these sounds are disgusting, he tries to never laugh and cry in front of anyone, so, he sometimes forgets how to do this, and when he laughs or cries, the sounds get even more raspy than they could be, so, he becomes even more awkward about himself...an endless cycle.

Bonus: when Severus first time laughed near other Professors, some of them thought,that he choked on something,and started slapping his back..it took long time for Snape to recover from this and finally manage to laugh in front of them...

Bonus x2: near Albus and Minerva, Snape is less afraid to laugh or even cry.

[littleorangecactus]

WIP’s coming soon:

Hello! I have had a list of WIP’s in my notes for close to 2 years that need to be cleared out and published. This is my list of them, if you are interested, please send me an ask and let me know what you think!

Here is a list of all of the ships I have, and a synopsis of what the fic will entail. Everything I post here, I cross post on AO3, same username. I will be doing a linked post for them when they are finished so it’s easier to access. This is list will be multi fandoms, multi media. It’s a little bit of all the things I’m interested in. I know it’s a lot but please bear with me. 

HARRY POTTER

SNARCISSA: Severus is a spy, which we all know, but what if he had help that no one knew about besides Dumbledore? What if one day Narcissa got hurt and had to be taken to the Order headquarters to be healed, leaving everyone to wonder who exactly the second spy is, and why they are there.

SNAPE ANGST: Hagrid comes rushing in to the great hall carrying a body that’s been dropped off at the gates. The woman bears a resemblance to our snarky potions master, but who they believe she is, physically cannot be possible. Who is this woman? And what does this mean for Sev?

SNARRY: Severus and Harry continue to butt heads after the war, Harry having come back for his final year. The more Snape tries to only see Potter in him, the more he realizes that they are two separate people. What is he to do with this new found attraction and knowledge?

SNUPIN: An order meeting turns upside down when Severus storms in the house, covered in blood, with a look in his eyes that no one has seen before. He is in an almost catatonic state after what LV asked Severus for this time, and the Order has never seen this side of him.

PLATONIC SNILY: Set after the end of their friendship. The bullying has only gotten worse. A treasured item from Sev’s mom gets destroyed by the boys and he completely breaks down. Lilly cannot help but come to his aid when she and the entire school witness this act, and the effects it has on Snape afterwards.

PLATONIC SNILY: Lilly is homesick, tired of fighting with Petunia over being a witch. Sev is there to comfort her after getting a rude letter. The Marauders try to be the assholes we all know they are, but Lilly isn’t having it. Cute friendship fic.

SNAPE ANGST: The order is feeling distrustful of Snape, him being late to the current meeting being held doesn’t help his side. When he comes in, he is disheveled and hurt, nothing like they’ve seen before. The Order gets an inside on the punishments DE face, and they cannot look at him the same way again. (Explicit tags for this one, trigger warnings will be posted)

BADASS SEVERUS: Final battle, Snape doesn’t go to meet Voldemort. Instead he hides in the shadows and bides his time. When the battle reaches the school grounds, he comes from the darkness ready to strike. No one is prepared for what he’s about to unleash, nor do they know where his allegiance lies.

SEVERITUS: Lilly and James have passed, leaving little Harry behind. I changed his age so he is around 2-3 here. The Order has taken him from his awful relatives, but they aren’t quite sure what to do with him now. Severus is tasked with being his guardian, which he isn’t at all happy about. Mainly my two fave boys, but there’s wolfstar and some other pairings as well.

SNEGULUS: Marauders era. Regulus and Snape centered, but the others will be here too. The marauders get to see an inside to the snakes they never thought they would get to before. Lilly and Snape are friends, regulus is obsessed with quidditch, Snape loves to piss off Sirius by dating his brother.

SNILY: this is a silly, goofy fic but I love it. Instead of the frog choir preforming, Dumbledore asked for a volunteer to preform at a ceremony for the school. Of course Lilly offers her and Sev to be the entertainment, leading to a lot of revelations. jealous James, Snape is a hormonal mess and can’t say no to his crush.

SNAPE ANGST: Severus is hurt and at the Order hideout, poppy has been called to heal him. The Order members get to see what it’s like going on a DE mission and what he sacrifices every day. Poppy/minerva as Snape’s adoptive parents bc I love my little lesbians. Lots of hurt and comfort.

Bellamione: ABO, omega Hermione, alpha Bellatrix. (I needed to write at least one of these and I have no shame in doing so.) Bellatrix is a professor at the school, with the same personality just a little less crazy. Protective Alpha golden boys, asshole Slytherin bullies. Hermione is the glue for the trio and basically runs their group.

Bellamione: They are both teachers, but completely opposite. The tensions between muggleborn and pureblood is getting ridiculous so Hermione comes up with a group activity to get them to see things from other perspectives. Sharing of cultures, cute lil fic on acceptance.

ER

I just found this show and I am obsessed. The fandom might be dead but I’m not, so buckle up.

Kerry/susan: Dr. Kerry Weaver is new to County general, and no one is enjoying her arrival. Her attitude and structured rules are driving everyone up the walls. Being such a private person, the others don’t get to see a lot into her personal life. That’s all going to change when someone from her past comes to visit and the skeletons in the closet can’t hide much longer.

Kerry/elizabeth: Mark is gone, Sandy is gone. Two broken women with their children remain behind. Can they get past their grievances and help each other, or will the past stop the future from becoming reality.

Kerry/Abby: starts off as a mentor fic, Abby seems like the only person who truly understands Kerry and her behaviors. When they are pushed together by events out of their control, will they allow the sparks to fly, or will one of them run away like they are prone to do?

platonic Kerry and Carter: John Carter is suffering and no one seems to be able to see it. No one except his boss who seems to be watching his every move. Kerry has been in his shoes and knows what he’s going through. Sometimes a little help can go a long way.

[ms-snape]

Jealous severus x reader? maybe involving lockheart

Title: Someone Like Me?

Warning: Angst, jealous severus, lockhart

Words Count: 3000+

Masterlist

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The air in the Hogwarts greenhouse was thick with the scent of soil and herbs as Y/N moved gently through the rows of plants. She had always found comfort here, among the vibrant greenery and the soft hum of magical growth. Herbology was her sanctuary, and each day she poured her heart into tending to the rare plants and teaching her students how to care for them with the same tenderness.

It was peaceful, or at least, it had been until recently.

As of late, her tranquility had been invaded by a certain new presence at the school—Gilderoy Lockhart, the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His arrival had caused quite the stir, especially among the female students and even some of the staff, but for Y/N, his constant attention was becoming more than a little uncomfortable.

At first, she had thought it was just harmless friendliness. Lockhart had swept into her greenhouse on the first week of term, his toothy smile gleaming as brightly as the medals on his robes.

"My dear Professor Y/N!" he had exclaimed, clasping his hands together in a gesture that was all too theatrical. "I must say, you have the most enchanting little space here! It’s no wonder the students speak so highly of you."

Y/N had blushed, embarrassed by the attention, and murmured something about the plants deserving the praise, not her. Lockhart, however, had waved away her modesty with a laugh that echoed too loudly in the intimate confines of the greenhouse.

"Nonsense, nonsense! I can see that you put as much care into your work as I do into my own," he said, leaning in just a little too close. "You and I, we have much in common, I think."

She had smiled politely, trying not to shrink under his overly familiar presence. She wasn’t used to people being so forward with her. It wasn’t that she was oblivious—Y/N had noticed Lockhart’s flirtations—but she simply didn’t know how to respond. Confrontation wasn’t in her nature, and she didn’t want to create awkwardness among the staff. So, she had smiled, and tried to extricate herself from his attention as gracefully as she could.

But it didn’t stop there.

Lockhart’s visits to the greenhouse became more frequent. He would find reasons to come by during her lessons, interrupting her with flamboyant anecdotes about his supposed adventures. The students would giggle or roll their eyes, but Y/N found herself growing more and more uneasy. His compliments had become more pointed, more personal, always accompanied by a lingering touch on her arm or a too-familiar smile.

"Professor Y/N," Lockhart had said one afternoon, as he appeared at her greenhouse once more, his robes billowing dramatically behind him. "I was just telling the Headmaster how much we make the perfect team, you and I. Perhaps we should write a book together! Herbs and Heroics, don’t you think? It would sell like that." He snapped his fingers, leaning toward her again.

Y/N’s discomfort had risen, her hands twisting nervously around a sprig of dittany. "I—I’m really not a writer, Professor Lockhart. I don’t think—"

"Nonsense!" he interrupted, his tone dripping with charm. "With your knowledge of plants and my experience, we’d make quite the pair. Don’t you think?"

His hand brushed her shoulder as he spoke, and Y/N stiffened slightly. She gave a weak smile, hoping he’d take the hint, but once again, she found herself trapped by her own politeness. She didn’t want to upset him, didn’t want to cause a scene, but Merlin, how she wished he would leave her alone.

Across the castle, in the dimly lit Potions classroom, Severus Snape stood over a cauldron, stirring the mixture with precise movements, though his mind was far from the task at hand.

For weeks now, he had been watching. Watching as Lockhart fawned over Y/N, as he invaded her personal space with that nauseating smile and those absurd stories. It was infuriating. Severus had always been protective of Y/N—more than he would ever admit. They had worked together for years now, and though their relationship had never ventured beyond professional, he had long harbored feelings for her that he kept buried deep inside.

He had always told himself that Y/N deserved better than him, better than someone as broken and cold as he was. She was kind, too kind for the likes of him. So, he had never acted on his feelings, content to watch from the sidelines, to enjoy the small moments when they shared quiet conversations about rare herbs or discussed the latest potions ingredients she had gathered for him.

But now, with Lockhart constantly hovering around her, Severus found his resolve crumbling.

At first, he had tried to ignore it. Lockhart was a buffoon, and surely Y/N would see through his ridiculous posturing soon enough. But day after day, Severus watched as Lockhart showered her with attention, and worst of all, Y/N didn’t reject him. She didn’t push him away. She didn’t seem to be upset by his advances.

And that was what hurt the most.

Perhaps, Severus thought bitterly, she liked Lockhart’s attention. Perhaps she enjoyed the compliments, the flirtation. Why wouldn’t she? Lockhart was everything Severus wasn’t—charming, outgoing, and confident. And while Severus could see through the man’s facade, perhaps Y/N couldn’t.

Perhaps she was falling for him.

The thought sent a cold wave of pain through Severus, and he found himself withdrawing from Y/N more and more. It was easier that way. Easier to distance himself before he had to watch her fall into Lockhart’s arms. He started avoiding her, no longer lingering in the staffroom when she entered, no longer stopping by her greenhouse to ask for ingredients. He couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear to watch her be swept away by someone so unworthy of her, and yet… someone she seemed to be accepting.

Y/N had noticed the change almost immediately.

Severus was avoiding her.

For weeks now, he had been cold, distant, and she couldn’t understand why. She had always admired Severus, despite his stern demeanor and cutting remarks. There was something about him that intrigued her, something deeper, and over the years, she had come to value the rare moments when he let his guard down, even if just for a second.

But now, it was as if he had built a wall between them. She couldn’t even catch his eye in the hallways, and whenever she tried to speak to him, he dismissed her with a curt nod or a sharp word. It hurt more than she cared to admit. She missed him, missed their quiet conversations and the way he would surprise her with his vast knowledge of plants and potions.

At first, she thought she had done something to upset him, but no matter how many times she went over their last conversations, she couldn’t find anything wrong. It wasn’t until she saw the way Severus’s eyes flickered with something close to anger when he caught her speaking with Lockhart that she began to piece it together.

Could it be… jealousy?

The thought was almost too much to believe. Severus, jealous of Lockhart? The idea seemed absurd, and yet, the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. She had seen the way his expression darkened when Lockhart was near, the way his jaw clenched whenever the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor tried to engage her in conversation.

But if Severus was upset, he wasn’t going to tell her. He was too stubborn for that.

So, after weeks of being brushed aside, Y/N decided she needed to confront him. She couldn’t take the cold distance anymore, and if he was angry with her, she needed to know why.

One evening, after a particularly long day in the greenhouse, Y/N made her way down to the dungeons. She had seen Severus slip out of the Great Hall after dinner, his usual shadowy presence retreating into the depths of the castle. She followed him, her heart pounding in her chest with nerves, but she was determined to get answers.

She found him in his office, sitting behind his desk, a quill in hand as he scrawled something into a large, leather-bound book. He didn’t look up when she knocked softly on the doorframe.

"Severus," she said quietly, stepping into the room.

He didn’t respond at first, his eyes remaining fixed on the parchment before him.

"Severus," she repeated, a little more firmly.

With a sigh of irritation, he finally glanced up, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. "What do you want, Y/N?"

Y/N hesitated, her fingers twisting nervously together. "I… I need to know why you’ve been avoiding me."

Severus’s expression didn’t change. He set his quill down, leaning back in his chair with a look of cool indifference. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Yes, you do," Y/N pressed, stepping closer to his desk. "You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now, and I don’t understand why. Did I do something to upset you?"

He let out a harsh laugh, though there was no humor in it. "Upset me? No, Y/N, you didn’t upset me. I simply have no interest in wasting my time with someone like you."

The words hit her like a physical blow, and she took a step back, her eyes widening in hurt and confusion. "Someone like me? What does that mean?"

Severus’s gaze was sharp, his voice colder than she had ever heard it. "You know exactly what it means. I’ve seen the way you prance around with Lockhart, letting him fawn over you like some lovesick puppy. Clearly, you enjoy the attention."

Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. "I—Severus, it’s not like that. I don’t—"

But he cut her off, his words laced with bitterness. "Don’t insult my intelligence, Y/N. I’ve seen how you let him flirt with you, how you blush and smile like a schoolgirl..I don’t have time for someone like you. If you enjoy Lockhart’s company so much, then by all means, continue. But don’t expect me to waste my time on someone who can’t even see past his ridiculous charm."

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, the weight of his cruel words crushing her. She had never seen Severus like this, so angry, so hurt. She opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was stand there, frozen in place, as Severus’s cold gaze bore into her.

When she finally found her voice, it was barely a whisper. "I never wanted his attention, Severus. I’ve only ever—"

"Enough," Severus snapped, standing abruptly and turning away from her. "I don’t want to hear it. If you wish to continue entertaining that fool, that’s your business. But I will not be part of it."

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart shattered and tears spilling down her cheeks. She had come for answers, but all she had found was pain.

The following days were a blur for Y/N. She avoided the staffroom, avoided Severus, and kept to herself in the greenhouse. She couldn’t stop replaying their conversation in her head, his harsh words echoing painfully in her mind. I simply have no interest in wasting my time with someone like you.

She hadn’t known it was possible to feel this hurt, this rejected. For the first time, she found herself dreading the start of each day, dreading the possibility of seeing Severus in the halls. The spark of happiness that usually came with her work had dimmed, replaced by a hollow sadness that seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

Even her students noticed the change in her demeanor, though they were too polite to mention it. She tried to hide her feelings, tried to put on a brave face, but it was difficult. Every time she passed Severus in the corridors, her heart ached with the memory of his words, and every time Lockhart made his usual visits to the greenhouse, she felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat.

It didn’t take long for Minerva McGonagall to notice.

One afternoon, as Y/N was tending to a bed of mandrakes, Minerva appeared at the door of the greenhouse, her sharp eyes studying Y/N with a knowing look.

"Y/N," she said softly, stepping into the room. "May I have a word?"

Y/N looked up, startled, and quickly wiped her hands on her apron. "Of course, Minerva."

Minerva approached her, her expression softening as she saw the sadness in Y/N’s eyes. "You’ve been rather quiet lately, my dear. Is everything all right?"

Y/N forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "I’m fine, just… busy."

Minerva didn’t seem convinced. She took a seat on one of the nearby benches, folding her hands in her lap as she spoke. "You’ve been avoiding the staffroom, and I can’t help but notice that you haven’t been your usual self. Is there something going on? Does it have to do with Severus?"

The mention of his name sent a sharp pang through Y/N’s chest, and she looked away, her hands trembling slightly as she fussed with the dirt on her fingertips.

"I… I don’t know," she admitted quietly. "I thought we were friends, but lately… I think I’ve upset him. He won’t talk to me anymore."

Minerva’s brow furrowed, concern flashing across her features. "I see. Severus can be… difficult, at times. But I know he holds you in high regard. It’s unlike him to act this way without reason."

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her voice tinged with sadness. "I don’t know what I did wrong. He said I was wasting his time, that he didn’t want to deal with me anymore. And now… now he won’t even look at me."

Minerva’s eyes softened, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm. "I don’t believe that’s true, my dear. Severus may not always show it, but he cares deeply for the people in his life. Whatever has caused this rift between you, I don’t believe it’s something you’ve done."

Y/N shook her head, her throat tightening with the weight of her emotions. "But he’s so angry with me. He thinks… he thinks I like Lockhart."

At the mention of Lockhart’s name, Minerva’s expression shifted into something closer to exasperation. "Lockhart? Merlin, that man has been more of a nuisance than I expected. But Severus should know better than to assume that you have any interest in him. He’s clearly projecting his own insecurities onto you."

Y/N blinked, surprised by Minerva’s words. "You think… you think Severus is jealous?"

Minerva smiled faintly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I do, Y/N. It’s quite obvious to those of us who know him well. Severus may not be the most forthcoming when it comes to his feelings, but it’s clear that he has feelings for you. He’s just too proud—and too afraid—to admit it."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at Minerva’s words. Could it be true? Could Severus’s coldness and bitterness be a result of jealousy?

Minerva gave her a knowing look, standing up from the bench. "I suggest you talk to him, Y/N. Really talk to him. He may not make it easy, but I think you’ll find that he cares more than he lets on."

Severus paced his chambers, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He had hurt her—he knew that much. The look in her eyes when he had spoken those cruel words haunted him, and yet, he couldn’t stop the bitterness that had fueled his anger.

It was easier this way, he told himself. Easier to push her away before she had the chance to reject him. Easier to convince himself that she wanted someone else—someone like Lockhart—than to face the truth of his own feelings.

But the truth was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

There was a knock at the door, and Severus’s heart leapt into his throat when he saw Y/N standing there, her eyes red-rimmed but determined.

"Severus," she said, her voice soft but steady. "We need to talk."

He turned away from her, trying to compose himself, but the sight of her standing there, vulnerable and hurt, made his resolve crumble.

"Y/N, I—" He paused, his throat tightening with guilt. "I’m sorry."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I don’t understand, Severus. Why are you pushing me away? Why are you so angry with me?"

Severus closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. He couldn’t keep lying to her—not anymore.

"I’m not angry with you," he said finally, his voice low. "I’m angry with myself."

Y/N frowned, stepping closer. "What does that mean?"

Severus hesitated, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He hated this—hated being vulnerable, hated exposing the raw, aching feelings that he had spent so long trying to bury. But he owed her the truth.

"I saw the way Lockhart was… pursuing you," Severus began, his voice tight. "And I thought… I thought you were enjoying it. That you wanted his attention. It hurt, Y/N. It hurt to think that you could fall for someone like him when…" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Y/N’s eyes softened with understanding. "When what, Severus?"

He met her gaze, his dark eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. "When I’ve been in love with you for years."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and vulnerable. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I never wanted his attention, Severus," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I never wanted anyone’s attention but yours."

Severus stared at her, stunned by her words. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. And then, slowly, he closed the distance between them, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her cheek.

"I’m sorry," he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for hurting you."

Y/N smiled through her tears, leaning into his touch. "I forgive you, Severus."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Severus allowed himself to hope.

[sacredsnape]

Please write about Harry's reaction after he knows his least favourite professor and his most favourite professor dating each other. Preferably shrieking shack in poa

I love this so much <3 Harry finding out Sev is in a relationship will always be one of my fave tropes.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Severus didn't listen to you after you warned him not to follow Remus into the Shrieking Shack.

You ran after your boyfriend, clutching the stitches in your side as you fought to catch your breath. Severus was steps ahead of you on the Shack's weathered stairs, his cloak billowing behind him. You skipped every other step, nearly falling flat on your face when you reached the landing.

"Expelliarmus!" Severus shouted at Remus and Sirius, their wands flying across the room. You stood behind Severus, catching your breath and reaching for your own wand tucked safely in your robes.

"Get the fuck away from Severus," you snarled at Sirius, who had started to make childish faces at Severus. "Or I'll hex your head off."

You hadn't yet noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione cowering in the corner of the room. Sirius laughed in your face and said, "You're still defending him after all these years?! I thought you'd stop once we graduated from Hogwarts!"

You pressed your wand against Sirius' throat, leaving behind a deep indentation in his skin. "I'm warning you, Black," you muttered darkly. "One more word out of your mouth, and you're toast."

Severus raised his wand and aimed it at Sirius. Harry gasped and whipped his wand out, pointing it at Severus and screaming, "STUPEFY!"

You watched in horror as Severus flew across the room and landed on the rickety old bed in the corner. The bed's canopy collapsed and fell on top of him, covering him in a thick layer of dust and debris.

"Sev!" You cried, running over to him. The trio and Remus and Sirius curiously watched you as you pushed debris off of your lover, wondering why you were so worried about Severus.

"Severus, are you okay!?" You frantically asked him, shaking him. Severus groaned in pain, his eyes fluttering open. His face was ashy, specks of dust dotting his thick eyebrows and hair. You panicked and pressed a kiss to his forehead, pressing both hands to his chest and starting to perform CPR.

"I'm alive! I'm fine!" Severus exclaimed, his voice muffled as you desperately pressed your lips to his. You weren't thinking clearly, aghast that Harry had attacked Severus so abruptly.

The others in the room were shocked and disgusted at the scene unfolding in front of them. Harry, in particular, felt nauseous watching you borderline make out with Severus.

You were his favorite professor, as you taught Divination and made the subject much more bearable and easier to understand. Severus, on the other hand, was his least favorite for several reasons, including but not limited to giving him detention for stupid reasons and embarrassing him in front of his peers.

"Baby, please get off me. I'm fine," Severus insisted as he gently nudged you away. He gratefully kissed your cheek and added, "I appreciate you checking on me, but I'm alright. My back is just hurting, and I can resolve the pain with some Dittany back in my classroom-"

A loud retching sounded from behind you. You and Severus turned around to see Harry doubled over, holding his stomach like he was about to be sick.

"I get it, Harry. Seeing Snivellus make out with his girlfriend is nauseating," Sirius sympathized with his godson, rubbing his back. You flipped off Sirius and Remus too for good measure before directing your attention back to Severus.

"Here, let me help you up." You held your hand out for Severus and helped him out of bed, brushing off and straightening his robes. Ron was turning a pale shade of green, presumably because of his broken leg, but seeing you snog Severus was also a good guess.

Hermione and Remus were the only ones who seemed unaffected by you and Severus being affectionate. They merely shared awkward glances with each other and tended to Ron.

Severus tried to hide behind you, but his imposive cloak and robes and staggering height made him stick out like a sore thumb. You gave his hand a squeeze and proudly told everyone, "Severus and I have been dating for a year, and I'm not ashamed to be with him."

Harry's knees buckled, and he sat down next to Ron before he collapsed, accidentally brushing his hand against his leg. Ron squealed in pain, and Hermione rubbed his shoulders, shaking her head in exasperation.

Severus nervously cleared his throat and spoke, "If any of you hooligans mention my relationship to anyone, you will be given a year's worth of detention."

"Even me?" Sirius asked in a smart-ass tone. Severus rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "I'd rather kill you instead, Black."

[turvi]

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

[dranna]

The Half blood prince

‘Take it… take ..it . Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and ears and his eyes.’

a quick, 1 hour long sketch ~ line arts and doodles are available on my Kofi <3

~ commissions open | prints | links ~

[gg-neptune]

Hi! Are you still taking requests? If you are, do you only do relationship fics, or other things too?

If you're willing to write angst, could you do a fic where Sev runs into his father at hogwarts (I know muggles aren't supposed to be able to be at hogwarts, but lets just pretend that they can if they have an immediate relative there), and he's scared by him, and Dumbledore realizes how bad it was for him at home, and how family doesn't always love each other?

The end can be fluffy, and if it is, preferably poppy or minerva comfort him, but I'm okay with just angst too. I know this is a lot to ask tho, so if you don't want to write this then maybe consider just giving me your thoughts on it?

Hiiiiii!!!!!! I hope this is what you were looking for when you requested this. :) I've never written angst of this type before so it might be a bit rough so if it is I apologize.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, jokes of abuse, description of panic attack,

Severus had been dreading this day for many weeks to come. It was the day where students' parents could come to Hogwarts even if they were muggles and have sort of a “meet-the-teacher” type thing. All relatives were allowed as long as they had some relation to a person at Hogwarts. Severus hated this day with his entire being. He hated the majority of his idiotic students and now has to deal with the parents? It made him internally cringe. Usually the kids would give their parents a tour of the castle or what parts they were familiar with and stop by their teachers' classrooms to introduce them.

Giving Severus a good excuse to catch up on some grading he had been meaning to do. It would be a while before his Slytherins (who were usually the first to come see him) would end up dropping by, so he had plenty of time to actually focus on grading.

After only getting through 3 essays and working on the fourth, there was a loud knock at his door. He had left it open, assuming his students would take the liberty of walking right in without bothering to knock. 

He lifted his head expecting to see a 1st year student who was still shy and polite enough to knock, only to be met with the sight of a grown man standing before him. He had scraggly hair, the whites of his eyes had turned yellow, and so had the rest of his skin, and his cheekbones were so sunken that Severus could see how tightly the man was clenching his jaw muscle.

The man simply stood there for a moment, surveying Severus up and down as if he were expecting something before he spoke in an old gruff and very familiar voice, "Well, aren't you going to greet your old man? Or did I not beat the manners into you well enough?”

It was a pathetic attempt at a joke; however, Severus' blood ran cold. As soon as he had said that first word, it was as if everything had suddenly come rushing back to him. Remembering all the lonely cold nights he had spent in his room trying to muffle his sobs so the man did not hear him and come back to his room again.

Severus stiffly stood, grasping at his wand before marching straight over to the man and jabbing it into his neck straight at his jugular. “You are not welcome here.” He tried his best to keep his voice steady, doing his best to sound strong and not weak like he did as a boy. His memories and past fear fuel him further, pushing him to be strong and to force the man out. “Get out. Now.”

“That is no way to talk to me,” the old man's voice sounded as though he had just woken up from a deep sleep and had not spoken in years. He reached toward Severus, attempting to grab his arm that was holding the wand to his neck, but Severus quickly moved his arm out of his reach and cast a stun charm.

The old man stumbled back, his body going even more stiff than previous and fell to the floor on his back. Severus stood up as tall as he could, realizing he was not a small child anymore; he could defend himself against his father now. “Who let you in?” Severus asked, his voice low and as intimidating as he could make it. 

A group of students were now watching; however, Severus chose to ignore this, knowing how his father could be; he could be unpredictable, taking his eyes off him for one second, and he could jump up and attempt to attack. A student would alert another teacher soon enough anyway.

The man never responded to Severus’ question, instead just staring him down, laying on the floor hugging for breath, not moving. Until Dumbledore came down the dungeon stairs, forcing students out of the way.

"Severus, what has happened here?” Dumbledore asked, keeping his voice calm, not wanting to alarm the students even more.

“This man has entered the castle unauthorized, sir,” Severus responded, glaring at his father as the old man's eyes lit up in anger. “He has no relation to anyone here.”

“I am his blood father! He is lying.” 

“He is mentally unwell, professor.” Severus cut him off quickly, glancing at Dumbledore, knowing if the man got up to try anything he would fail.

Dumbledore turned to the Slytherin prefect, who was standing not too far away watching the situation unfold, and said, “Please get everyone to their common room.” The prefect was quick to round all the Slytherins up and get them to their common room, and the few students in the other houses were quick to disperse to other parts of the castle.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the old man and muttered, “Obliviate.” Dumbledore then grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him up; he easily went with him, still woozy from the memory charm.

“Go to my office, Severus; I’ll take care of him.” Dumbledore smiled lightly to Severus and walked the man off to be disposed of.

Severus nodded and finally lowered his wand, pushing it in his pocket when he could no longer see the man he called his father. His hands shook, and his heart pumped wildly in his chest in an almost painful manner. He gasped for breath before remembering a student might see him and shoving his feelings back down and heading off to Dumbledore's office.

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“Was that not your father Severus?” Dumbledore’s back was turned to Severus as he tended to Fawkes.

“Yes,” Severus responded, looking at the portraits surrounding the walls. Some stared down at him; some were not there, while some chose to ignore him completely.

“Was it really that bad for you?” Dumbledore asked, turning to Severus, trying to keep his expression neutral, but a hint of guilt was present behind his features. “As a kid, now you don’t even want to look at him.”

Severus looked at Dumbledore dumbfounded. Was that even a question? What exactly did he mean? Was it that bad? 

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, was it really that bad?” Dumbledore asked, looking Severus in the eye. “Why did you never ask for help if it was that bad?”

Severus gaped at the man before him. “Why did I never ask for help?” Severus repeated. He was completely stupefied; he had no idea what to say to this.

“Help is always given to those who ask,” Dumbledore said, looking at Severus sympathetically.

Severus abruptly stood up, knocking the chair he was sitting in over, and walked out of the older man's office. Down his stairs and down to the dungeons to his office. He was almost expecting students to be crowded around his door with their parents wanting to introduce them, but luckily there was no one there. 

He threw open his door and slammed it shut behind him. He threw himself into his chair. He gasped for breath before slamming his head down on his desk. Pain shot through his forehead, and he gasped furthur. Memories of his father started to flood his head even more. The beatings, the yelling, the fighting, the screaming—all of it was coming to him at this moment in an uncontrolled manner that he could not stop. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he continually tried to suck in breath.

Severus would always be doomed to moments like this. He would always be doomed to being trapped in a whirlwind of awful memories of his past.