#snape angst

[ms-snape]

Jealous severus x reader? maybe involving lockheart

Title: Someone Like Me?

Warning: Angst, jealous severus, lockhart

Words Count: 3000+

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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]

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

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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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[halfbloodfics]

hello all! 🐍🖤

i have started, despite the crushing weight of internal embarrassment, a blog to write severus snape themed fics, headcanons, etc.

this blog is strictly 18+ and will contain adult themes. minors please do not interact.

other than that, pls send requests!

what i WILL write

- headcanons, short fics, drabbles etc

- fluff

- angst / violence

- nsfw / smut

what i will NOT write

- anything teacher/student or involving underage characters is a no go

- anything cnc, dubcon, sa is a no

- snape x male yn/oc, just cause i am not a man and idk how to write that

any trigger warnings will be at top of fics, thanks guys :) 🖤

[snapehasppfingers]

Ties Of The Past- OC x Severus Snape Fanfiction.

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-Hello lovelies! This is a new fic I have been working on and I am excited to reveal the first chapters with you! Please leave any comments and let me know what you think! Thank you for reading!

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Summary: Ixora Dedworth and Severus Snape had known each other since their schooling days at Hogwarts. Through multiple teaching positions and their involvement in the world of potioniering, they formed somewhat of a friendship. After a hurtful falling out and the second wizarding war, Ixora works in the highlands of Scotland on a scholarship grant to further her Herbology expertise. Severus in his recovery tends to the aftermath of the war, what happens when Minerva requests Ixora's help during this time?

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The kettle screamed, signaling Ixora to leave her study. In the Scottland highlands, a quaint small cabin lay amongst the thick forest. Ixroa had spent the last two years developing complex brews to further her Herbology project. The 32-year-old witch had been teaching Herbology at the French institution of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Within her teachings, however, her expertise within the field provided the opportunity for a grant to research a curtain brew with scarce Herbs involved. To her delight, she has gotten to spend her years here, in the small cabin with a woodburning stove and unlimited books. As she steeped her tea she took in the beautiful silence of the dark forest. She only had a few more months until she could complete the brewing process, the majority had been trials of error and the planting, harvesting, and care for the plants. She sighed realizing there may be a need for outside assistance. Ixroa prided herself in individuality and the independence of her life, teaching Herbology for 14 years had proven only to exercise that pride. Beauxbatons was a wonderful experience, Ixora would forever be grateful for it. However, the competition between students and staff became all too overbearing. 

The night soon engulfed her small wooden cabin, leading to her continuous research. That was until a large rustle in the leaves shook her from her trance. Quickly grasping her wand, she looked to find a brightly colored Phenoix tapping her window. Furrowing her brows, she recognized it as Dumbledores, but that couldn't be, for he had passed before the second wizarding war. Slowly she allowed the bird inside, it flapped its stunning wings and dropped the wax-sealed post. She smiled at the beauty of the bird, threw it a small owl biscuit, and opened the letter;

Dearest Ixora Dedworth, 

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I tracked you down through the professors and administration of Beauxbatons, in hopes of finally reaching you. I need your Herbology expertise at Hogwarts. I cannot explain everything right in this letter, and I realize you are in the middle of researching. Please forgive the intrusion for I only know one person who can help me through this. I look forward to your response. 

Sincerely Minerva McGonagall

Ixora stared blankly at the parchment, confusion flooding her thoughts. This was greatly unexpected, she hadn't been to Hogwarts since the Tri-Wizard Tournament over 6 years. She quickly analyzed her progress and decided to make the trip, it sounded urgent and she dearly missed her childhood school. Grabbing her quill and ink, she wrote back, telling Mirvana she could arrive within 3 days. Ixora racked her brain, she couldn't figure out what Professor Sprout couldn't help with, but the grim reality hit that she had also been lost during the war. Ixora felt the familiar feeling of guilt fill her body, she had been so immersed in her research for the main reason of escaping the anguish of her past. She had not wanted to bare the aftermath by attending the memorial. She felt lucky and the guilt of it had been eating away for her whole residence in Scottland. Shaking her thoughts the Phenoix flapped away in all its grace, leaving her to pause her work and pack slowly.

The morning sun dripped through white lace curtains, Ixora’s silver trestles messily sprawled. Stretching she held a mixture of emotions of her day, she would travel to Hogwarts today. The thought brought a small smile to her face as she washed up for the day, it had truly been much too long. Before she taught at Beauxatons, she held a position at Hogwarts as an assistant. It was close to her graduation that Dumbledore offered it to her, she mainly helped Sprout and McGonnagal. Within that time she became close friends with most of the staff and stayed another 3 years becoming the official assistant to Sprout. 

She brewed tea and started packing up her workstation, from the fertilization pots, potion cauldrons, and the mass amounts of books and paperwork scattered about. She decided on a simple emerald green cloak covering a white button-up and a midlength pleaded skirt, with her Docmartans as her tread. She sighed with emotion as she looked at the cabin once again, knowing she had been hiding from her past and the reality of the Wizarding world for far too long, but also held hope in returning to her work. Without a second glance, she grabbed Minerva's note and disapperated to the gates to Hogwarts. 

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A chill welcomed her to the grand gates, however she was not perfectly prepared for the significant damage that still lingered all over the castle. Her heart felt heavy once again as she noticed the small pockets of beauty still left. Minerva had been working on remodeling and renovations for the last months but the sadness and loss lingered. Ixora sighed in a chilled breath, this would be difficult for her to see and yet she was grateful she finally decided to come back. Minerva stood at the large oak doors with a tight smile, Ixora smiled then,

“Oh Minerva I am so sorry I have been absent, it's lovely to see you well.  I came as quickly as I could.” A small smile and a short hug followed. 

“Oh dear no worries, everyone has to mourn differently. I do apologize for taking you from your work, I do hope to hear more about it. Please follow me.” Minerva smiled and began walking through the halls, Ixora simply followed taking everything in. The grand architecture that was still standing, the cobblestone floors beneath her boots, and the views provided her with nostalgia. 

Slowly she realized they walked to the greenhouse and Herbology classroom. She remembered all her late nights and long conversation within the bright walls of the room, she was so relieved to see it was mostly still the same. While Ixora reminisced on her time, she didn't notice the anxious headmistress looking at her with uncertainty. 

“I will be honest, the reasoning behind my letter was not honest. I brought you here to ask you a very large favor.” Minerva shifted in her place as Ixoras grey eyes snapped to hers. Ixora only shrugged, secretly knowing that as well. 

“That is alright, I am here now and I wish to become more present within the community once more. What is it that you must ask of me?” 

“I need a Herbology professor, within the staggering number of students still in need of medical attention, parents’ valid hesitance to send them back or begin here. The school is losing itself, and I worry I won't be able to retain it before next year.” Minerva's smile turned to one of guilt, the older woman sighed through her frail frame looking around the room with a mourning passing her gaze. Ixora felt for her dear friend, she would be done with research soon enough. Ixora had planned to return to teaching eventually, and now the opportunity presents itself in a dire time. 

“Mini, I will gladly help. I am close to finalizing my study, and I plan to return to the realm of teaching someday. It's no trouble, and I can offer medical assistance during my stay here.” Ixora smiled sympathetically and walked towards the old witch. Minerva flashed her a grin and reached out for Ixoras's arm. 

“Thank you, my dearest Ixora. I will tell you what you may find in that infirmary may shock you. Severus has been on overtime working on potions and I know the extra support will help immensely. I have naturally been appointed headmistress, so I have been dealing with the systematic side of control.” Minerva kept her grip on Ixoras arm as she spoke. Ixora’s mind jumped to the potion master. Severus. Within her time in school, they were somewhat acquaintances and worked through many potion assignments together. Once she assisted they rekindled and formed a more adult friendship. Severus had always been civil to her, and she knew of his position within the Dark ranks. She and him had a somewhat falling out before she moved to France, but she had never truly stopped thinking of him. She had frantically been following the news to hear his name and others throughout the war. During the war, Ixora held a post at the Ministry of Magic, as a healer. She had made it a point to make sure she was involved in some way, and she only ever heard the praise of Severus Snape after. She had never heard from him again after their separation and decided to move on in trying to think or reach out to him. 

“You didn't think Severus would still be here, did you?” Minerva’s face studied Ixora’s as a knowing smirk spread to her lips. Ixora snapped from her thoughts and smiled. 

“No I did not, but I am sure we can provide more efficient care. I am sure it will be nice to see him again.” Ixora smiled even though she did not believe the words from her mouth. Minerva turned then, 

“Well let me show you to the temporary staff quarters, of course, once you are teaching you will take up the Herbology quarters. I’ll lead you to the Infirmary if you are ready of course.” 

Minerva opened the infirmary doors ever so slowly, revealing a room of pain and suffering. Ixora had to put on her bravest face, swallowing the tears threatening to overflow as she took in the room before her. Students as young as 10 years old to staff or order members as old as 50 in others, all frowning or sleeping. Ixora slowly walked past Minerva who paused her steps also taking it all in. Ixora quickly realized how much she could provide. 

“I will leave you to your expertise, know you are welcome to any materials or ingredients. I am happy you talk more with you at the feast this evening. Are you going to be alright here dear?” Minerva asked the young woman who stood looking over a 4th year- Hufflepuff who was unconscious, a deep frown taking over her features. As she turned to answer, the large doors opened, revealing a dark man carrying a basket full of tonics and potions a deep scowl etched into his face. Ixora stopped in her tracks as Severus was all too focused to notice the new person in the room. Only when he turned to give the next patient their potion did he uncharacteristically stop in his tracks. His black eyes pierced Ixora’s grey, his face held an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint. She noted his tired eyes, the wrinkles that riddled his face, and the small slivers of white in his black hair. His posture fixed as he suddenly stood tall, clenching his jaw, and grasped the basket tighter. Minerva spoke first, breaking the two adults' stunted silence. 

“Severus as I told you we have a guest to help you with recovery. I believe you remember Ixora Dedworth?” Mini smiled at the stark professor and the twitching women. 

Severus bowed his head; “Yes I believe I remember Miss Dedworth.” His tone was empty and his eyes only showed that fact more, as he quickly continued on his potion distribution. Leaving Ixora to look at the back of his cloaked figure, a small frown replaced her anxious smile. She looked to Minerva and nodded silently and watched the older witch leave them to their task. Breathing in, Ixora decided to keep quiet and start working on salves and ointments for patients. The air was suddenly tense, she huffed as she realized of course this would be their reconnection, it seemed only fitting. Shaking her thoughts she tended to the 4th year she eyed earlier, making sure to gently rub the salve over any deeper cuts and bruises. Severus gleaned at her multiple times without her knowing, noting her lack of baby fat in her face, the long well-tended silver trestles, and the way they framed her face. He would never admit it, but he always admired how well she worked with herbs and potions. They did not speak for the rest of the day, Severus only spent a couple of hours between brews, and Ixora stayed quiet making her remedies and tending to students first then the more complicated cases of adults. 

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Well, that's the first chapter! Please let me know how you feel about it, I always appreciate feedback! Thanks for reading, I plan on posting the next few chapters throughout the weekend!

[hazedwords]

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)

[ms-snape]

Omg please write an imagine in which reader and snape are in a relationship and she never calls him by his name, only nicknames and stuff like that (baby, darling, love, different nicknames, etc.) one day either the fight or he tells her off about it and suddenly she stops and calls like everyone else (Severus/snape/whatever) and only then he realizes how much he loved the way it previously was and it drives him mad trying to get her to go back without out right saying it (cause the grumpy proud man that he is😂)

Title: Grumpy Proud Man

Warning: A bit of angst

Words Count: 2000+

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The warm, golden light of the early morning filtered through the greenhouse windows, casting intricate patterns across the floor. Y/N hummed softly to herself, her hands deep in the soil of a Venomous Tentacula pot. The plant quivered slightly, its tendrils curling inwards as if it recognized her gentle touch. Herbology was her passion, and every day spent tending to the vibrant flora of Hogwarts felt like a dream come true.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled. Severus would be finishing his first class of the day soon. Her heart gave a little flutter, as it always did when she thought of him. Severus Snape, the enigmatic Potions Master, with his sharp wit and sharper tongue, was a man who had captured her heart entirely. She adored him, though he often pretended to be immune to such affection.

Y/N wiped her hands on her apron and set the Venomous Tentacula aside. She wanted to surprise him with tea in his office—a small token of her love. As she prepared the tray with precise care, her mind wandered to the first time they’d spoken. It had been over a shared interest in rare magical plants. What had started as professional respect had grown into a deep bond, though they couldn’t have been more different in temperament.

Where Y/N was warm and openly affectionate, Severus was reserved, his emotions locked behind an impenetrable wall. But she saw through it—the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, the way his voice lowered when they spoke. He loved her, even if he struggled to say it aloud.

Over the following days, Y/N made a habit of showering Severus with affection in small, thoughtful ways. She would slip into the dungeons with a fresh cup of tea or a plate of his favorite biscuits, always accompanied by a soft kiss on his temple or a playful ruffle of his hair. “My Sevvy,” she’d call him, her voice dripping with adoration. “You work too hard. Take a moment to breathe, love.”

Severus would sigh, his expression caught between exasperation and fondness. “You’re incorrigible,” he’d mutter, though he never truly pushed her away. He didn’t know how to respond to such open affection, but he found himself craving her presence nonetheless.

In the evenings, she’d join him in his quarters, curling up beside him on the worn sofa as he read through his notes. She’d rest her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his arm. “Sevvy, darling, have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Only a dozen times,” he’d reply dryly, though his lips would twitch as if suppressing a smile.

“Well, it bears repeating,” she’d say, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’re brilliant, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

These moments brought a flicker of warmth to Severus’s otherwise somber world, though he struggled to reconcile them with his own guarded nature. While he appreciated her love, he often found himself retreating inward, unsure of how to handle such unabashed devotion.

One morning, as Y/N prepared a basket of pastries to bring to the staff lounge, she couldn’t resist adding a small bouquet of flowers from the greenhouse. Severus had been particularly terse the day before, and she wanted to brighten his mood.

When she arrived at his office, she found him hunched over his desk, his hair falling in dark curtains around his face. She knocked lightly before stepping inside. “Sevvy, love, I brought you something.”

He looked up, his expression immediately guarded. “What is it now?”

She set the basket down, her smile unwavering. “Just some pastries and a little something to make your office feel less dreary.” She held out the bouquet, her eyes shining with hope.

Severus stared at the flowers, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “Y/N,” he said, his tone measured, “this isn’t necessary.”

“Of course it is,” she replied, undeterred. “You deserve to be surrounded by beauty.”

“I’m quite capable of managing without,” he said sharply, pushing the bouquet away.

Her smile faltered, but she quickly masked her disappointment. “Alright,” she said softly, setting the flowers on the windowsill instead. “I’ll just leave them here in case you change your mind.”

The tension reached its breaking point a few days later. Y/N had come to his office after dinner, her arms full of papers she’d been grading. She’d planned to sit with him while he worked, enjoying their usual quiet companionship. But when she called him “Sevvy” for the third time that evening, his patience snapped.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “must you persist with these ridiculous nicknames?”

She blinked, startled. “I didn’t think you minded,” she said, her voice tinged with hurt. “It’s just my way of showing you how much I care.”

“And I have tolerated it,” he said, standing abruptly. “But there are limits. I am not some simpering fool to be coddled with pet names.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger rising within her. “I never meant to make you feel that way. I just… I thought it made you happy.”

“Happy?” he repeated, his tone biting. “Do I strike you as a man who delights in such trivialities?”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “I didn’t realize my affection was such a burden to you.”

“Y/N,” he began, but she shook her head, cutting him off.

“No, I understand,” she said, her voice firm despite the crack in it. “If it bothers you that much, I won’t call you those names anymore.”

She turned and left, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. Severus watched her go, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar ache. He didn’t try to stop her.

The days that followed were marked by a distinct shift in their dynamic. Y/N kept her promise, addressing him only as Severus or Professor Snape, even when they were alone. She no longer reached for his hand during their quiet walks around the grounds, nor did she surprise him with kisses on his cheek when they crossed paths in the corridors. Her vibrant warmth seemed to dim, replaced by a careful restraint that mirrored his own.

At first, Severus told himself it was a relief. He valued order and discipline, even in his personal life. But as the days turned into weeks, he began to notice the absence of her usual cheer. The way her laughter no longer echoed through the greenhouse, the way her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was still kind, still attentive, but there was a distance between them that hadn’t been there before.

One evening, as they sat together in her quarters, the silence between them felt heavier than usual. Y/N was curled up on the sofa, a book in her lap, while Severus sipped his tea. The fire crackled in the hearth, but its warmth did little to dispel the chill in the room.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

She looked up from her book, her expression neutral. “Yes, Severus?”

He hesitated, the words forming and reforming in his mind. “Have I upset you?”

Her brows lifted in mild surprise. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“You…” He gestured vaguely. “You’ve been different.”

She closed her book and set it aside, turning to face him fully. “I’ve only been doing what you asked. I’ve respected your boundaries.”

Her words were calm, but there was an edge to them that made his chest tighten. “I didn’t mean for you to… withdraw entirely.”

“I haven’t,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “I still care for you deeply, Severus. I’m just… trying to be what you need.”

He frowned, leaning forward slightly. “And what of what you need?”

Her lips curved into a sad smile. “I thought what I needed was you. But perhaps I’ve been asking too much.”

Her words hung in the air, and Severus had no reply. The fire crackled, filling the silence as the space between them seemed to grow wider. For the first time, Severus realized just how much he missed the sound of her calling him “Sevvy,” of her warm laughter echoing in the stillness. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

The following week brought more moments of realization, though Severus kept his thoughts buried. One afternoon, as they worked side by side in the greenhouse, Y/N handed him a cutting from a Fanged Geranium.

“Here, Severus,” she said, her tone polite but distant. “This one’s ready for potting.”

He took the cutting, his fingers brushing hers for a brief moment. The usual spark of warmth was absent, replaced by an emptiness that gnawed at him. He watched her as she moved to the other side of the greenhouse, her focus entirely on the plants. She didn’t hum as she usually did, and the silence felt oppressive.

Later that evening, during dinner in the Great Hall, Y/N addressed him in the same formal tone. “Severus, could you pass the salt?”

He complied, the simple act feeling strangely hollow. As he glanced at her, he noticed the faint lines of exhaustion around her eyes. She was smiling at something Professor Sprout had said, but it didn’t reach her eyes. He looked away, a knot tightening in his chest.

By the time the evening ended, Severus found himself lingering in the corridor outside her quarters. He raised his hand to knock but hesitated. What could he say? That he missed her warmth, her nicknames, her unbridled affection? The words refused to form, and after a moment, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

As the days stretched on, the distance between them became almost unbearable. Severus found himself longing for the very things he’d pushed away—the sound of her laughter, the way she’d light up a room just by being in it. But his pride held him back, keeping the words locked inside.

One evening, as they passed each other in the corridor, Y/N offered him a small, polite smile. “Good evening, Severus,” she said softly.

He nodded, his throat tightening. “Good evening, Y/N.”

As she walked away, the realization struck him with full force: he’d driven away the one person who had ever truly cared for him. And though he desperately wanted to fix it, he didn’t know how. Instead, he stood there, rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.

The following night, Severus sat in his quarters, the air thick with the scent of brewing potions and the faint crackle of the fire. A small vial of calming draught sat untouched on the edge of his desk. He had been staring at it for an hour, his mind replaying the moments of their relationship, the brightness she brought, the warmth he hadn’t realized he depended on.

He set the vial aside and stood, his resolve hardening. Enough was enough. He couldn’t undo the pain he had caused her, but he could at least admit he was wrong. He pulled his cloak around his shoulders and left his quarters, his strides purposeful yet hesitant.

When he reached the greenhouse, he found her bent over a table, tending to a row of Flutterby bushes. The moonlight streaming through the glass panes caught in her hair, making her look ethereal. For a moment, he simply watched her, his chest tightening with a strange mix of longing and guilt.

“Y/N,” he said finally, his voice low but steady.

She straightened, turning to face him. “Severus,” she said, her tone neutral but not unkind. “What brings you here so late?”

He hesitated, his usual composure faltering. “I need to speak with you.”

She wiped her hands on her apron and nodded. “Of course. What is it?”

The words stuck in his throat for a moment, but he forced them out. “I… I owe you an apology.”

Her eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face. She said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

“I’ve been a fool,” he admitted, his voice heavy with self-reproach. “Your affection, your warmth… I took it for granted. Worse, I dismissed it as trivial when it was anything but.”

Her expression softened, though she still looked guarded. “Severus…”

He stepped closer, his dark eyes searching hers. “I thought I needed distance, control. But all I’ve managed to do is drive you away. And in doing so, I’ve come to realize how much I miss… everything about you. Your laughter, your kindness. Even the ridiculous nicknames.”

A faint smile tugged at her lips, though tears glistened in her eyes. “You mean that?”

“I do,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m not good at this, Y/N. I don’t know how to show love the way you do, but… I want to try. If you’ll let me.”

She closed the distance between them, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. “Oh, Severus,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You didn’t have to be perfect. You just had to be you.”

His hands came to rest lightly on her waist, his touch tentative. “You deserve so much more than I’ve given you.”

“What I deserve,” she said firmly, “is a partner who tries. And if you’re willing to do that, then that’s all I need.”

He nodded, a faint sheen of tears in his own eyes. “I’ll try.”

She smiled then, the first genuine smile he’d seen from her in weeks. “That’s all I ask, Sevvy.”

A soft laugh escaped him, and he shook his head. “You’ll be insufferable with those names again, won’t you?”

“Absolutely,” she teased, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “But only because I love you.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Severus allowed himself to smile—a small, hesitant smile, but genuine nonetheless. Together, they stood in the moonlit greenhouse, the distance between them finally bridged.

[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.