#snape angst

[ms-snape]

Severus snape x reader. She just find ou that she’s pregnant? And didn’t know how to say it to Severus.

Title: New Hope

Warning: none... exept stressed reader I guess...

Words Count: 2000+

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Y/N Snape had never imagined that standing amidst the lush greenhouses of Hogwarts, surrounded by the vibrant life of magical plants, she would feel so utterly lifeless herself. For weeks now, she had felt a gnawing sense of fatigue, the kind that no amount of rest could cure. Her usually nimble fingers, once adept at trimming and caring for the delicate blooms and exotic roots, felt heavy, sluggish. Nausea had become a familiar visitor, creeping up on her with increasing frequency.

At first, she dismissed it as overwork, perhaps an accidental inhalation of some stray pollen or spore. But when the dizziness grew so severe that she had to excuse herself from her third-year class, Y/N knew it was time to seek Madam Pomfrey’s guidance. She wasn’t one to visit the hospital wing lightly, but something was clearly wrong.

Now, sitting on the edge of a bed in the pristine, sterile room, she anxiously awaited Madam Pomfrey’s return. The soft hum of the enchanted ceiling above, designed to soothe patients with a gentle twilight glow, did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Severus was busy in his dungeons, likely unaware that she had even left the greenhouse, and Y/N couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread building in her chest.

When Madam Pomfrey finally entered, her expression unreadable, Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Well, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey began, her tone gentle but professional, “I’ve reviewed the results of the tests I performed.”

Y/N leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. “Is it… is it serious?”

Pomfrey’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not in the way you might think.” She paused for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully before continuing. “You’re pregnant, Y/N.”

For a heartbeat, Y/N didn’t react. The word hung in the air like a foreign concept, something distant and impossible. Pregnant? She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the implications.

“You’re sure?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pomfrey nodded, her eyes warm with understanding. “Quite sure. Based on the symptoms you’ve described and the tests I ran, I’d estimate you’re about ten weeks along.”

Y/N felt the world tilt around her, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Pregnant. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. This was real. This was happening.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” she murmured, more to herself than to Pomfrey. “I didn’t even think… Severus and I… we never talked about having children...”

The weight of those words settled heavily in her chest. Severus. How would she tell him? They had been married for nearly two years now, and though their bond was strong, they had never once discussed starting a family. In fact, she vividly recalled Severus’s past comments about children—his distaste for their unpredictability, his general discomfort around them. He had always preferred the solitude of his potions lab, the quiet precision of his work. A child would shatter that carefully constructed world.

Would he even want this? Would he be angry? Disappointed?

“I don’t know how to tell him,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “What if… what if he doesn’t want this baby?”

Pomfrey’s gaze softened with sympathy. “Y/N, I can’t speak for Severus, but I do know that he loves you deeply. Whatever his feelings about children may have been in the past, this is different. This is your child. His child.”

Y/N nodded, but the anxiety still twisted tightly in her chest. She thanked Pomfrey quietly before slipping out of the hospital wing, her mind spinning with the weight of the news she now carried.

The following days passed in a blur. Y/N moved through her classes on autopilot, her mind always half-distracted, her heart heavy with the secret she held. Each evening, she would sit with Severus in their private quarters, sharing quiet meals, but the words she so desperately needed to say remained lodged in her throat. She couldn’t find the courage to tell him, not yet.

It was during one of these particularly restless days that Minerva McGonagall caught her lingering outside the Great Hall, her eyes distant as students bustled past her. Y/N had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Transfiguration professor approaching until Minerva’s voice broke through the haze.

“Y/N, dear, you look a bit peaky. Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked and forced a smile, though she could tell by the narrowing of Minerva’s eyes that it wasn’t convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just… tired.”

Minerva’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp gaze piercing through Y/N’s weak facade. “You’ve been looking more than tired lately. I’ve seen you lost in thought during meals, and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. What’s going on?”

Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. She trusted Minerva, perhaps more than anyone at Hogwarts aside from Severus. But saying the words aloud—admitting the truth—felt too terrifying.

Minerva, however, was not one to let things lie. She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Y/N, I’ve known you for many years as one of my student then as a colleague and friend. I can see that something is troubling you. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized just how much she had been holding back, how much the weight of this secret had been wearing on her.

“I… I’m pregnant, Minerva,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Minerva’s sharp intake of breath was immediate, her eyes widening in surprise. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice filled with astonishment. “That’s… well, that’s wonderful news, my dear!”

Y/N shook her head, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “I don’t know if it is. Severus… he doesn’t like children. We’ve never talked about having them. I’m terrified that he won’t want this baby.”

Minerva’s expression softened with understanding as she gently placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, Y/N,” she said quietly. “I can understand why you’re afraid. But Severus loves you. And love has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds.”

Y/N sniffled, but the knot of fear in her chest remained tight. “What if he doesn’t want it, Minerva? What if he resents me for this?”

Minerva squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Give him a chance. He may surprise you. You’ve brought so much light into his life already, Y/N, you've chnager him in so many ways. A child… it could be a new kind of hope for him.”

Though her words were kind, Y/N still couldn’t shake the lingering fear. She thanked Minerva for her support, but as the days passed, her anxiety only seemed to grow.

It was three days later when Y/N was summoned to Albus Dumbledore’s office. She had been sitting in the greenhouse, mindlessly trimming the leaves of a Flutterby Bush, when a house-elf appeared with a note requesting her presence. Her heart sank immediately. Had Dumbledore somehow found out? Did he know?Did Minerva told him?

When she entered the Headmaster’s office, the usual warm glow of the room seemed more oppressive than welcoming. Fawkes let out a soft trill from his perch, but Dumbledore himself was quiet, watching her with those piercing blue eyes from behind his desk.

“Y/N, please sit,” he said, his voice kind yet commanding.

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she folded them in her lap. Dumbledore watched her for a moment, the silence stretching on before he finally spoke.

“There is something weighing heavily on your mind, my dear,” he said softly. “I have seen it in your eyes these past few days. Would you care to share what troubles you?”

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions inside her. But this was Albus Dumbledore—he had a way of knowing, even when she didn’t want to say anything at all.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, the confession falling from her lips like a weight she could no longer carry alone.

Dumbledore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but his expression remained calm, thoughtful. “I see,” he said gently. “And this news troubles you.”

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “We all know that Severus doesn’t like children.Plus we’ve never talked about having them. I’m afraid… I’m afraid he won’t want this.”

Dumbledore leaned forward, his hands clasped together atop his desk. “Severus Snape is a man of many complexities, Y/N. But if there is one thing I know about him, it is that he values you above all else. This child may be unexpected, but love has a way of blossoming even in the most unlikely of places.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her fears still gnawing at her heart. “What if he doesn’t want to be a father? What if this ruins everything between us, everything we've built during those last two years?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with that familiar warmth as he spoke, his voice filled with the wisdom of someone who had seen more than most. “Severus has spent much of his life building walls around his heart, but you, my dear, have already found a way through those walls. This child will not tear you apart—it will bring you closer.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes once again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell him the truth. Trust in the love you share. And remember, Y/N, that life is not a series of planned events, but rather a garden full of unexpected blooms. This child is a gift—a new beginning.”

That night, Y/N finally found the courage to tell Severus.

They were sitting by the fire in their quarters, the soft crackling of the flames filling the space between them. Severus was reading, his sharp eyes focused on the text before him, but Y/N could barely concentrate on the warmth of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands clammy with nerves.

“Severus” she began, her voice trembling slightly. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes immediately locking onto hers with concern.

“What is it love?” he asked, setting the book aside.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… I have something to tell you.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Are you unwell?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…gosh this so hard to say.... I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, the words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncertain. Severus stared at her, his expression unreadable, and Y/N’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had expected him to say something, to react, but he was silent, his gaze fixed on her as if he were processing the information.

Then, slowly, Severus rose from his seat and crossed the room to her, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye-level. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of rejection, any hint that he didn’t want this.

But instead, she saw something she hadn’t expected—joy.

Severus’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. “You're carying....A child,” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “Our child.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, relief flooding her as she leaned into his touch.”I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sonner, I was so afraid you wouldn’t want this,” she confessed, her voice shaking. “I know you don’t like children, and I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”

Severus silenced her with a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

“I don't like children who aren't when they are insufferable eleven years old students...I never thought I could have something like this,” he said quietly. “A family. With you.”

Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love for the man who had once seemed so distant, so unreachable. “Are you… are you happy about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Severus’s smile widened, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes—a hope she had never thought possible.

“I’m more than happy,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m honored, I'm proud. I can’t wait to meet our child.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as the fire crackled softly in the background. She had been so afraid, so certain that this news would drive a wedge between them, but instead, it had brought them closer than ever before.

In that moment, as Severus held her in his arms, Y/N knew that everything would be all right. They would face this new chapter of their lives together, hand in hand, ready to nurture the life growing between them.

[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

[pr-olvdr]

damaged

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

[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. 

[mrssnivellussnape]

not my gif, creds to original owner(s)

Indiscretion

Requested by Anon: ‘ANGST PLEASE🙏’

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

Pairing: Severus Snape X Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, cursing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see.” Was his simple return.

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

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

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

You’d started seeing Severus amorously months back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least, that had been the plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 7: Soft

Words: 713 | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[msharkness]

Being a casual smoker where nobody but my inner circle knows about this is such a casual and fun double life.

Imagine now how comforting might this feel for Severus, smoking a cigarette in peace after he's back from a Death Eater meeting, enjoying the only harmless personna he can have. Nobody knows about this little habit of his.

Minerva suspects it but she leaves him in peace, Albus doesn't really care, Voldemort tempts him with other more dangerous vices. So this is only for him, for his tormented soul to enjoy one cigarette from time to time and dream about the life he'd have if he stayed out of it all.

Maybe it would have all been better if he listened to that blonde older boy and ran away somewhere far after graduating Hogwarts. But now it's two late and him and that older boy are now stuck in an endless spiral towards hell.

[ms-snape]

Severus goes to put his daughter to sleep and falls asleep with her in her nursery. Reader find them there. Just fluff. Thank you. I love your blog !!! 💗

Title: Little Dragon

Warning: None, just fluff

Words Count: 1800+

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The moon hung high in the ink-blue sky, casting a gentle glow that filtered through the lace curtains of Hope's nursery. The room was a delicate sanctuary, adorned with soft pastels and whimsical patterns. Tiny stars painted on the walls twinkled in the dim light, creating a magical atmosphere for the little girl who was about to embark on her nightly ritual of sleep.

Hope, a cherubic bundle of energy, was anything but ready to settle down. At just one year old and few months, she was a whirlwind of giggles and wiggly limbs, her small face framed by soft tufts of dark hair that bore the faintest resemblance to her mother, Y/n. Yet, it was her eyes—deep, captivating pools of onyx that mirrored Severus’s own���that held a certain enchantment. They sparkled with mischief and curiosity, reflecting a spirit that was vibrant and uncontainable.

Severus Snape stood in the nursery, his usually stoic demeanor softened by the gentle presence of his daughter. The quiet moments they shared often revealed a side of him that few ever witnessed—one filled with warmth and an unwavering devotion that pulsed through his veins. This evening was no exception as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Hope bounce in her crib like a spring lamb.

“Hope,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet it was barely audible above her delighted squeals. “It’s time for bed.”

The little girl giggled in response, her tiny hands reaching out toward him, as if the very idea of sleep was a distant concept, utterly unappealing. She had just discovered the joy of standing, and tonight, she was determined to showcase her new skill. With surprising strength for her age, she pulled herself upright, her legs wobbling beneath her as she clutched the bars of her crib like a seasoned explorer claiming a new territory.

Severus sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation dancing in his chest. “You’re supposed to be sleeping, not practicing your acrobatics.”

With a defiant laugh, Hope wobbled closer to the edge of her crib, her giggles ringing like tiny bells, echoing against the walls of the nursery. She was a beautiful chaos, her energy radiating warmth throughout the small room.

“Come on, my little firecracker,” he urged gently, stepping closer. The scent of baby powder and a hint of lavender wafted through the air, wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. “Let’s settle down for the night, shall we?”

But Hope was having none of it. She took a daring step back, her eyes alight with mischief, as she plopped down on her bottom, then rolled over, wiggling her tiny body as she crawled to the far end of the crib. The soft giggles continued, a joyful symphony that filled the room with life.

“Hope,” he said again, though this time his tone was softer, coaxing. “If you don’t go to sleep, how will you have the energy for tomorrow’s adventures?”

She paused, glancing up at him with an expression that was a mixture of delight and rebellion. Severus couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection. He took a seat on the edge of her crib, feeling the coolness of the wooden slats beneath his fingers as he gazed down at her.

“Do you remember the story of the little dragon who wouldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

Hope blinked up at him, her head cocked to the side, clearly intrigued by the notion of a dragon. The twinkle in her eyes danced as she listened, her tiny fingers grasping the soft blanket draped over her crib.

“Every night, the little dragon would flutter about, thinking of all the exciting things she could do instead of sleeping,” he continued, weaving the tale. “But soon, she found herself too tired to breathe fire, and her wings felt heavy, and she discovered that dreams were the greatest adventures of all.”

With rapt attention, Hope settled down a little, her brow furrowing as if she was contemplating his words. Severus smirked at her response, encouraged that the story might finally be lulling her into submission. He continued, embellishing the tale with details about the dragon’s adventures, her friends in the clouds, and the wonderful dreams that awaited her.

Yet, the moment he thought he was winning, Hope suddenly erupted into another fit of giggles, clapping her hands and bouncing in her crib, clearly unfazed by his storytelling efforts. Severus chuckled, knowing full well that he had been bested by a mere infant, a feat that felt both maddening and utterly delightful.

“Alright, little one,” he relented, running a hand through his dark hair, the strands falling into his eyes as he contemplated his next move. “How about this? If you promise to try and sleep, I’ll sit with you until you do.”

Hope’s wide eyes glimmered with excitement, and she nodded fervently, her tiny curls bouncing with each enthusiastic gesture. Severus couldn’t resist the infectious joy she radiated, and with a resigned smile, he settled back into the cushy armchair that sat in the corner of the room, a sanctuary amidst the sea of toys and baby paraphernalia.

As he leaned back, he watched her with admiration, the way her little fingers curled around the blanket, her face lit with pure innocence and determination. She was a perfect blend of both him and Y/n, an embodiment of their love.

Minutes ticked by slowly as he remained in the quiet sanctuary of her nursery, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the space. Hope, however, was not keen on surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep. She continued to wiggle and squirm, her energy unwavering as she plucked at the edges of her blanket, occasionally glancing up at Severus with wide, expectant eyes.

“Alright, Miss Snape,” he murmured, adopting a playful tone. “Let’s count the stars, shall we?”

He began counting softly, and much to his surprise, she joined in, her own tiny voice babbling along, albeit more like an enthusiastic rendition of nonsense than a proper counting session. The laughter bubbled forth between them, a sweet connection formed in the heart of the night, weaving an unbreakable bond between father and daughter.

“Let’s try that again,” he chuckled, pretending to be serious as he continued the count, only to be interrupted by Hope’s antics once more. She reached out to grab his finger, her tiny hand gripping it tightly as if he was a lifeline in a world that was far too vast and overwhelming for such a little creature.

“Alright, alright,” Severus conceded, allowing her to pull him closer, his heart swelling with warmth as she leaned against his leg, her head tilting back to gaze at him with those irresistible eyes. “I will stay right here.”

And just like that, in the midst of their playful banter, the energy in the room began to shift. Severus felt the soft weight of Hope leaning against him, her eyelids growing heavy as she clutched his hand like a lifeline.

“See? Even the little dragon needs her rest,” he whispered, glancing down to find her eyes beginning to flutter, battling the impending tide of sleep. The light in the room dimmed slightly as the moonlight cast a silver glow across her delicate features, highlighting her cherubic cheeks and the way her lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

With a soft sigh, Hope nestled against him, her small frame curling into a peaceful ball as she finally surrendered to the allure of slumber. Severus watched in awe, his heart swelling with a warmth he had never known.

He carefully shifted, cradling her against his chest, feeling her tiny heartbeat against him, a gentle rhythm that seemed to pulse in sync with his own. The room fell into a tranquil hush, a symphony of soft breaths and the occasional creak of the house settling around them.

As he sat there, enveloped in the cocoon of night, Severus couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift to Y/n. He could already picture her reaction upon finding them in this peaceful tableau. She would likely smile, her heart warmed by the sight of her two favorite people intertwined in such an innocent moment of love and serenity.

But even in his daydreaming, the fatigue from the long hours of the day began to wash over him. His eyelids grew heavy, the rhythmic sound of Hope’s breathing lulling him into a comfortable haze.

With one last glance at the peaceful nursery, Severus allowed himself to close his eyes, resting his head back against the plush fabric of the chair. The softness of the moment enveloped him, a sensation that was rare yet deeply cherished.

Unbeknownst to him, the door creaked open quietly, and Y/n stepped into the room, her heart swelling at the sight before her. There, in the soft glow of the nursery, was Severus, his expression softened in the quietude of sleep, with Hope nestled safely in his arms.

The sight was utterly enchanting. Hope’s little body, peaceful and content, was nestled against Severus’s chest, her small hand curled around his finger. Y/n felt an overwhelming rush of love at the sight, a beautiful portrait of fatherhood that captured everything she adored about Severus—his fierce love, the tenderness that often lay beneath his stoic facade, and his unyielding devotion to their daughter.

Y/n stepped further into the room, the soft creaking of the floorboards barely a whisper. She approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. But as she reached the chair, she couldn’t resist the urge to run her fingers gently through Hope’s soft hair, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, the two most important people in her life.

“Look at you two,” she whispered, her heart swelling as she took in the scene. “Such a perfect pair.”

In that moment, she understood the beauty of what they had built together—a family rooted in love, laughter, and sometimes, the sweet surrender of sleep. Hope stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained nestled against Severus, a soft smile gracing Y/n’s features.

Gently, Y/n leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Severus’s forehead, feeling a sense of belonging and peace that resonated deep within her.

As she straightened, she couldn’t help but capture the moment in her mind—the serenity, the love, the magic that seemed to permeate the very air they breathed. She turned to leave, letting them rest, but as she reached the door, she cast one last glance back at the sight before her.

“Sweet dreams, my loves,” she murmured, her heart full, as she quietly stepped out of the nursery, leaving Severus and Hope wrapped in the warmth of their dreams.

The moon continued to shine brightly outside, casting a gentle glow over the world, while inside the nursery, a soft lullaby of love enveloped the room, creating a sacred space where dreams took flight, cradled in the arms of a devoted father and his beautiful daughter.

[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

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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

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[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.

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[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.

[fruitandveggietango]

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

So

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

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

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