#snape headcanons

[stardust-kenobi]

The Wrong Ingredient

Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.

Word count: 4k

Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON

A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)

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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.

As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat. 

“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.

During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive. 

You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response. 

“Unfortunately, no” you breathed. 

“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.

“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work” 

“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged. 

You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you. 

Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint. 

You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.

“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation. 

“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.

“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim. 

The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.

Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?

You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.

Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.

Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.

You waited for a reaction.

And waited.

Nothing. You felt nothing. 

Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms. 

Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought. 

The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs. 

“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”

He looked up suddenly. 

“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”

You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else. 

“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.

His eyes grew wide for a moment. 

“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk. 

You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.

“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.

“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers. 

Your heart sank. What had you done?

“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously. 

Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable. 

“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.

You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it. 

“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?

“Aroused?” He questioned. 

“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too. 

“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth. 

“Professor wha-”

“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly. 

It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine. 

You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort. 

He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body. 

“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear.  You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.

“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?” 

Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now. 

“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin. 

The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched. 

“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.

“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.

“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for. 

“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you. 

“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.

“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.

Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me? 

No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position. 

“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next. 

“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.

Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew. 

Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder. 

“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery. 

“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong. 

While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong. 

He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor. 

“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words. 

“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself. 

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt. 

Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it. 

“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me” 

You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.

“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.

“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles. 

“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses. 

“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.  

You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him. 

It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.

Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke. 

“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already. 

Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over. 

“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.

His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation. 

“I need it” You struggled to form your words. 

“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust. 

“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too. 

“As you wish”

He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.

He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.

For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants. 

Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state. 

“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed. 

“More than alright” You breathed. 

“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart. 

Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.

He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly. 

“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him. 

“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. 

Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper. 

“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.

“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins. 

“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust. 

It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm. 

It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it. 

Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.

“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.

“I-I can’t” You cried. 

“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”

You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control. 

Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before.  Snape groaned lowly in approval. 

This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.

“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.

“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.

His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred. 

He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table. 

Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it. 

“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too. 

You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head. 

“I’m not” You confidently responded.

The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.

“Good” He muttered. 

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Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!

[severus-snaps]

harry's third year headcanons - snape's pov

snape wakes up most nights with recurring nightmares about the shack, about being chased, about being caught. when he's on the brink of sleep he hears howls, and startles awake. not certain whether he's dreamt them or whether they were real, and unable to sleep anyway, he paces the corridors with his wand drawn

deepest winter, where the days are short and the nights are long, he has recurring dreams where he wakes up and goes about his day - he attends meals, he teaches, spends time in the staffroom. each night it's a new nightmare - despite the hour the werewolf is loose in the halls between classes. loose in the dining hall at breakfast. it transforms and traps him in the staffroom. it bursts through the door into his lessons. it's killed the students. blood pools on the flagstones.

he should brew dreamless sleep, but he doesn't have time. there are classes to teach, and papers to mark, classes to cover, and he makes two batches of wolfsbane at a time. despite how complex and long-winded it is to make, he checks them obsessively. they have to be perfect. he has to have a spare. he wears himself down with how often he tends them, and sleep-deprived and sick and distracted with worry already, he can't stop thinking that he's missed a step. that he's added something twice. that it won't work, and it'll be all his fault.

a girl screams in the corridor between classes. he sprints to the sound - it turns out it was nothing. she and her friends had tried a hair-growing charm, and it hadn't worked as planned. it's nothing serious. he sends her to the hospital wing but not before he docks a intentionally unfair fifty points for practicing magic in the halls, because he's sick and dizzy and his hands are sweaty and his heart is racing, and he'll stay that way for the rest of the day. worse, the students laughed behind their hands at him, at his overreaction. the students are always laughing at him now, ever since lupin's boggart lesson. he's a laughing stock.

lupin is always slow to take his potion. there's a known murderer trying to enter the castle. the murderer enters the castle, twice. he makes it as far as gryffindor tower. lupin knows something. lupin is having private meetings with potter. something is wrong, but nobody is listening. everyone, from dumbledore to lupin to the students, refuses to take him seriously. why won't anyone take him seriously.

[maxdibert]

Do you think Snape had romantic feelings for Lily? What do you think about how main part of fandom associates his story only with his «undying love»?

I’m somewhere in the middle between those who think it was romantic and those who think it was platonic. I believe it was both, because the two can easily get confused.

To put it in context, I work with people who not only had terrifying childhoods and youths but, in general, pretty horrible lives. On top of that, most of these people have severe mental disorders like schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, or similar issues where severe emotional deprivation has been a major conflict in their social and emotional development. That said, one of the things I’ve learned (because my boss is amazing and pays for training courses for the whole team so we can better understand the people we work with) is that people with severe emotional deprivation tend to choose, throughout their lives, one or more individuals as their “attachment figures.” Usually, it’s just one person, though this can change over the years since these relationships often fall apart. This attachment figure isn’t necessarily someone they have a romantic or sexual relationship with, but rather someone they unconsciously choose as the object of their affection. All their emotions are directed at this person: all their attention is on them, and they are willing to do anything for them. They always talk to them, are always attentive to what’s happening to them, always worry about how they’re doing, always share everything with them, and always count on them.

But because this attachment is completely excessive and unregulated (since these people don’t know how to regulate themselves due to not having been taught, nor are they capable of forming healthy emotional bonds because of terrible role models and deep emotional wounds), it also works negatively. In other words, if you are someone’s attachment figure and suddenly stop responding to their messages, they will demand an explanation. If you hang out with other people, they will demand an explanation. If you make plans without them, they will demand an explanation. Being the attachment figure is a substitute for the emotional role model that wasn’t provided in childhood, like parents, so you’ll face tantrums like those of children feeling they’re not the center of their parents’ world. To these people, you are the center of their world, and unconsciously (because these kinds of attachments are entirely irrational—it’s super important to understand that this isn’t something they do on purpose), they want to be the center of yours. When they realize they’re not, they explode. They don’t know how to handle it because their insecurity and fear of loss and abandonment are so overwhelming that they feel they’re about to lose their attachment figure. Since they can’t control their emotions, their response is always incredibly anxious and aggressive.

With that in mind, I think that for Severus, Lily was his attachment figure. I believe that during his childhood, he saw her as his first equal (a witch), someone he could share things with that he wasn’t allowed to at home, someone with a functional and stable family, someone who treated him kindly and was good to him. I think that, because of this, she unconsciously became his emotional reference point. I think he was entirely dependent on her attention, as many people with emotional deprivation are with their attachment figures. I also think that, because this happened during his adolescence, and because she was a girl, was beautiful, and was loved by everyone, he probably confused it with love, a crush, or something like that. Let’s remember that Severus had no idea what healthy or functional romantic relationships were because the only example he had was his parents’ relationship, which was probably a complete disaster. In fact, that’s why I think he never questioned many of Lily’s attitudes toward the bullying he suffered—because in his home, the normalization of violence was justified, and contempt between partners was the norm. So, when she hinted that the bullying he endured wasn’t such a big deal, it probably seemed normal to him compared to how his parents treated each other.

In my opinion, it was both platonic and romantic, but not romantic in a deep sense—more of a deviation from the concept influenced by adolescent sexual awakening and the fact that she was the closest thing to someone he cared for. But primarily, I think Lily was his attachment figure from childhood. And as often happens in these situations, the attachment figure doesn’t feel nearly as strongly or intensely in return. It’s not reciprocal—not because the attachment figure is bad or inconsiderate, but because this is something that only develops when there are severe emotional deprivations, which Lily didn’t have. Honestly, this theory fits much better with the idea that feeling even slightly responsible for her death was something that paralyzed him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t just about being responsible for someone he might have felt romantic feelings for, but also for someone who was like a sister or even a mother to him. For people like this, the attachment figure is all those things—they are everything. And it also explains why, when begging for her life, he didn’t consider anyone else—because, in reality, no one else mattered to him. For people with attachment needs, only their attachment figures matter. This can be complex to understand for those without severe emotional traumas or serious mental health disorders, but it’s quite normal if you regularly interact with people like this.

So maybe during his adolescence, he thought he was in love, because such an intense feeling toward someone of the opposite gender is always culturally justified as romantic love under the heteronorm. And he was probably sexually attracted to her, which is super logical and normal because, well, teenagers, hormones, and all that. But if we get to the root of the matter, I don’t think it was that kind of love. I think it was actually a more platonic feeling, one of pure emotional and affective dependence on her.

[nightingale2004]

Platonic! Sevity friendship hcs

Charity had no filter as a kid. She would always say whatever popped inside her head, but as she grew up, she would start thinking it and sometimes actually say it

When she and Severus first met, she immediately introduced herself with intense confidence while Severus was very awkward and confused but introduced himself nonetheless

When she and Severus got to know each other, severus was more awkward with her while Charity saw him as strange but liked him anyway

Sev and Charity do spa days together (Charity forces him to come along, and Severus pretends to hate it)

If she and Severus ever went to a party together, Charity will drag Severus to the dance floor

Both Charity and Severus people judge and even make up stories about most of the students of Hogwarts (the rest of the Snape gang like to join in)

Charity often rants about anything and is the talker in the relationship, but whenever Severus starts talking (which is a rarity), she listens and gives her full attention, not saying a single word until he's finished

Charity compliments him a lot and always loves making him blush and bashful.

Charity and Severus paint each other's nails, do each other's hair, and gossip 24/7 (the snape gang is included sometimes, but it's mostly just charity and sev)

Charity loves messing with Severus's hair and styling it in different ways. Severus has tried to get her to stop, but she would always keep braiding it despite his protests

Every time Severus was bullied by the marauders, she would either challenge them out in the open or brainstorm ideas to cause some nonfatal humiliating "accidents"

After Lily chose James over Severus, she confronted Lily the day after and had an argument with her that quickly turned into an old muggle fashioned brawl (hair was pulled, punches were thrown, words were said and blood was spilled. Not a lot tho)

It took Severus and Aurora to pull Charity off of Lily, and the marauders were surrounding Lily (mostly James) after the fight was over

After Charity confessed to Severus on why she did what she did and beat the daylights out of Lily and tore some of her red hair out of head, severus felt oddly flattered, shocked and a little scared (he made a mental not never to cross Charity)

Charity doesn't like the Malfoys but tolerates them for Severus's sake

Charity found out about Severus's homelife due to the bruises and the look he would have before they left for Hogwarts for the new school year

Charity made a comment on how Severus would be welcomed at her home if he wanted to come over during break or if things get too tense at home

Severus knew immediately after that comment that she figured it out. He denied her request, but Charity insisted that he would keep her offer standing (he took on her offer during some breaks here and there)

When Severus told Charity of his interests and curiosities, she reacted surprisingly undisturbed to it. Which surprised Severus immensely, not just because of her casual reaction but also because she supports his curiosities and even accepts him for it and doesn't see it as evil even if he is a Slytherin.

Charity's parents were weary of Severus at first until they saw how they treated each other, which was more of a brother and sister type, and they grew to love having Severus around

Charity and Severus are gardening buddies. They both have a great green thumb

She and Sev both have their mad scientist moments when they talk theories with spells and potions and how they can create new ones or improve the old ones

Charity is one of the few people who know of Severus's personal home life but has never told another soul because sev swore her to secrecy

Charity teaches Sev how to dance. Before that, Severus had two left feet (believe it or not)

Charity always watches for Severus's health and makes sure he's eating and sleeping properly. If she finds out he doesn't, she goes completely in mother bear mode.

Charity always tries to make Severus smile or laugh. She loves his smile

Whenever she and Severus are out in diagon Alley or just shopping in general, Charity always buys something for Severus or forces him to buy something despite his protests (he loves it but never admits it)

Whenever the marauders are around, she gives them a death glare or secretly plots their murder with the Snape gang

She and Sev are also cooking/baking buddies

Sev teased Charity about her crush on Aurora before Charity and Aurora became a couple.

Sev is Charity's wingman, and Charity is Severus's wing woman

They both have a secret place where they talk about anything, do assignments, or even brainstorm new ideas

Charity secretly keeps the strand of Lily's hair as a reminder of her victory in defending Sev's honor

Charity's style aesthetic is more hippie, cottagecore, and fairycore. While Severus is goblincore, emo and academia core

[iamnmbr3]

Do you think Snape killed his father? I always sort of headcanoned that he did because we know his father treated him (and his mother) badly. Plus his father was a Muggle and Snape was legitimately a real Death Eater for a while. And Voldemort is pretty open with his Death Eaters about having killed his Muggle father so it could be something Snape might even view as a shared bond.

And killing undesirable family members to "purify" their family tree seems to be a bit of a thing among the Death Eaters. I think if he did he regretted it later. Idk. Just something I always imagined.

[eternallyseverus]

Severus Snape comforting his S/O | HC?

| Words 480 Summary: Not sure if this can be considered HC or not but well. To me these are HC of how I think Sev would be comforting his S/O.

A/N: I am not a English speaker. Also, this is my first time doing Headcanons but not sure if these can be considered as such. Please be understanding ;; Still it's something short but I hope you like it! ♥ Also, I have opened my ask, you can cask me or comment me there since I can not reply in comments!

Triggers / Warnings: Insecurity maybe? S/O is sad / upset / angry. If I am forgetting something let me know.

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Severus started to get used to comfort, love and kind words when he met you and despite of the time that has passed and all of the reassuring words and talk there is still that lingering feeling of him feeling unworthy of love

And that he is not able to comfort you or give you the love you deserve

That’s why you guided him multiple times about what you liked or disliked

Never pressured him and he went at his own pace

Still the first times he would panic trying to remember the talk the two of you had gotten in the past and going through the lists of how to comfort you

That’s why every time you arrived back from work or from anywhere and sensed something happened he would just take a few minutes to see you: if you kissed him, if you seemed off or if you seemed to feel annoyed or irritated

If he was sure that something was going on he tried to talk to himself first to convince that it wasn’t because of him

Due to his past sometimes he felt that some bad things happening was due to him and this is something he had to change that’s why he would always ask you a ‘what did happen?’

And of course you always tried to explain to him to vent out and of course to help him with the feeling of guilt. You knew he really tried.

While you were telling him what happened he would be listening to you, nodding his head leaving soft hums to let you know he cares and he is focusing on you. Only you.

Sometimes depending on where the two of you were talking he would try to comfort you by stroking your hair.

But if you were not really in the mood he would leave you be and give you your space. 

He is not good with love but he is good at small gestures that’s why he would make sure to go outside, no matter which time it is to buy your favourite snacks or to cook (if you had the ingredients) your comfort food.

Preparing a warm bath, playing your comfort movie or lighting your favourite candles would be also part of his gesture to comfort you.

He would do all of this silently not wanting to disturb you and giving you all the time needed to heal and get better.

Once you were better in the mood, you would be calling for his hugs and he would lay on bed, hugging you and reading out loud the book he is reading at that moment until you were relaxed and asleep.

And then he would smile, placing a kiss on your forehead, whispering how much he loves you and feeling his chest warm because he was able to help you in these rough times.

[aurevoiralways]

Some of my assorted Snape headcanons because I'm bored

He's one of those freaks who goes to bed late and wakes up early. Barely sleeps any. He says it's just what works best for him but he's in denial. Lol

Even though he looks like he would have freezing cold hands, his hands are warm.

He used to smoke in his late teens and early 20s but he quit the habit after he has been teaching for a few years.

Being around potion ingredients all the time makes him smell like herbs and chemicals

He snores

He's good at cooking because he had to cook for himself a lot growing up due to his parents neglecting him. He also finds it inherently easy because its sort of similar to making potions.

There are some romance novels and erotica well hidden amid all those books he has in his house. He would never admit it though.

Having grown up in the 70s, and being on the fringe of society and always being interested in darker and edgier things, I think he would have avidly followed the rise of heavy metal. I debate myself a lot on whether or not he would be interested in muggle music, or if wizard music followed the same trends at the same times as muggle music. Assuming it does, I think he would have gotten into black metal in the 80s.

I think he would be into alternative 80s music in general, probably whatever the wizard equivalent of Depeche Mode or Joy Division is.

He would also enjoy the Smiths, or again their equivalent LOL. Maybe I'm just projecting...

[billiam-shakespeare]

What if Snape's favoritism over Slytherins was only to spite Dumbledore's favoritism over Gryffindors?

[psychooomind]

Mixed Signals

Severus Snape x reader

Summary: Set between 1989 and 1998, Severus Snape and Katya Borislova attend the European Potioneers' Assemblies, where they meet and begin a pen pal friendship that confuses them both.

This is a prequel to another of my Harry Potter fanfics, The New Founders.

A multi-entry, slow-burn, colleagues to lovers, smut

You can also read it at AO3 here.

Saturday, April 4, 1993

Katya was looking at the peaceful view from her kitchen window. The night was calm, and she could see the cars passing by, small, on Komsomol'skiy Street. She loved nights like this; they gave her a sense of peace. She continued chopping vegetables when, suddenly, she heard the crackling of the fireplace and flinched slightly.

Severus Snape appeared through the Floo network, dressed in his usual black robes and carrying a bottle of wine under his arm. His brow was slightly furrowed, and Katya’s heart began to beat faster. She silently thanked him for pretending to be indifferent and not rushing to greet her.

She wiped her hands and glanced at her reflection in the window, concerned. She ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it out one more time before approaching him.

Severus, meanwhile, was taking his time to appreciate the immensity of the apartment. The photos she had sent him did not do it justice; it was truly luxurious. He walked over to the large penthouse window and gazed out at the city. He had never been to Russia before.

“It’s the Khamovniki district,” Katya said behind him. When she reached his side, she pointed to a body of water. “That’s the Moskva River.”

“Impressive,” Severus murmured.

He gave her a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the view, but it was enough to take in the essentials. Katya was wearing a black satin dress that clung to her figure. Its neckline, subtle but alluring, left him momentarily stunned. The thick straps of the dress, adorned with magical runes, it made him wonder if they were another gift from her designer friend.

“Shall I pour you a drink?” Katya asked hastily, her accent slipping through. Severus guessed she was nervous and nodded, handing her the bottle.

He listened to the sound of her heels fading as she walked away, and in a moment of weakness, allowed himself to watch her, something he quickly regretted. The dress was indeed tight.

Severus took a deep breath, trying to control the images flooding his mind. Before leaving Hogwarts, he had promised himself he wouldn’t do anything reckless, wouldn’t let his instincts get the better of him. But it felt as though Katya was laying all her cards on the table. He wondered what it would be like if he weren’t himself, if he could pretend to be someone else, someone better at handling this situation. Frustration washed over him. A part of him wanted to lose control, to take her right there against the window, while another part of him wanted to keep her at a safe distance.

He heard her footsteps returning. Control yourself, he thought.

“Thank you,” she whispered, handing him a glass of wine.

“Would you like me to take your cloak?” Katya asked.

Severus unbuttoned his cloak and handed it to her. For a moment, he felt vulnerable. Katya snapped her fingers, and the cloak floated over to a coat rack in the corner, near the front door. Above the door, there was a large tourmaline embedded in the wall.

“I see you have many protections in your home,” Severus remarked. “The door, the security wards, and…”

“I’m a woman living alone,” she interrupted. “Better safe than sorry.”

Severus nodded, though he felt Katya was hiding something. He tried, unsuccessfully, to quietly probe her mind. Katya smiled mockingly.

“I thought you didn’t do that any more,” she said, taking a sip of wine.

“Apologies, it was rude of me,” he quickly apologized, then added sincerely, “Sometimes, you’re an enigma.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied with a smile, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa. “I don’t like apparitions or unannounced visits.” They shared that sentiment. “Wizards here aren’t used to taking ‘no’ for an answer,” she explained.

Severus nodded. Was it a troublesome ex-boyfriend? A colleague at work bothering her? Whatever the source of her paranoia, a deep feeling of anger began to swell inside him. They weren’t worthy of her… just like him.

Katya sat elegantly on the sofa beside him, playing absentmindedly with her hair. She felt her bad mood rising and didn’t want to scare him away with her traumas and fears. Meanwhile, Severus scanned the living room with his dark, analytical eyes. When she moved closer to him, he stiffened. His eyes were now fixed on the bookshelf.

“How was your day?” Katya asked casually, trying to keep her tone light as she sipped from her glass.

“Interesting,” he murmured, settling more comfortably into the sofa. “There was a Quidditch match this morning. Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff won,” he commented. “Then I bought the wine in Hogsmeade. Do you like it?” he asked, fixing his gaze on her. Katya noticed how his eyes briefly strayed to her neckline and smiled inwardly.

“Oh yes, it’s very good, thank you,” she replied. “What did you tell your colleagues?”

“That I had a date,” he replied curtly. “They’ll have questions when I return. I’ve never taken a day off.”

“Never?” Katya asked, curious. “How responsible of you.”

“More like I’ve never had anything that warranted taking a day off,” he explained.

Katya nodded, and Severus noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing small diamond earrings. He sighed. She was out of his league, he thought. Glancing around, surrounded by luxury, he realized that her clothes alone probably cost more than his monthly salary as a professor. A knot formed in his stomach.

Suddenly, an electronic beeping sound came from the kitchen, interrupting the moment. Katya shot up, muttering something in Russian, and hurried towards the kitchen. Severus followed her slowly. The kitchen, like the rest of the flat, was elegantly grey with black marble countertops. The smell of garlic wafted from a small black pot on the stove.

“Do you like pesto?” Katya asked as she drained the pasta. “I didn’t ask earlier, but I can make something else if…”

“I love it,” Severus affirmed with conviction. “It smells amazing.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said, turning towards him with a big smile. “Do you think I could win you over with food, then?”

Severus snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. Katya blushed and burst out laughing herself.

Gods, how he wanted to take her right there, he thought, as he watched her cover her face, embarrassed. He felt like a hormone-ridden teenager, nervous as if it were his first time with a woman. None of his past encounters, not even during his time as a Death Eater, compared to what he felt for Katya. She was an extraordinary witch, beautiful, and unlike anything he had experienced before.

“Enough wine, Miss Borislova,” Severus said, making her glass float towards him. She gave him a look of both reproach and amusement.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said cheekily, placing a hand on her chest to stop the glass from floating away while trying to reach for it with her other hand.

Severus raised the glass even higher, and she giggled. She looked at him affectionately but, sensing the growing tension, turned back to serving the food. The cupboard opened, and two plates flew into her hands. He watched her, captivated by her movements and her body. He breathed in deeply, and the soft scent of lavender from her perfume overwhelmed him. He let himself get lost in thought.

Her skin must be so soft, he imagined what it would be like to have her on top of him… No, he reprimanded himself. Control yourself.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Severus asked, trying to regain his composure.

“Would the Potions Master care to grate the cheese, please?” she replied playfully.

He nodded, rolling up his sleeves before getting to work. He grated the cheese with precision and brought the small bowl over to the table, where Katya was already waiting, having poured more wine into their glasses. The glass table allowed him to notice that she had taken off her heels. Katya had a satisfied smile on her face.

“I know I’ve seen your tattoo before…” she commented suddenly. Severus felt a pang in his stomach. “But I never would have imagined you as the type to like that sort of thing.”

Severus realized he had left his sleeves rolled up and quickly pulled them down, feeling uncomfortable. He sat opposite her, his eyes cast down to his plate. He hadn’t told her about those three years of his life and feared that if he did, Katya would distance herself.

“I hate it,” he muttered, staring at his plate. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I got it.”

“Did it hurt?” she asked, taking another sip of wine. “What was it? A bet, a toxic relationship?” Her tone was light, teasing.

Severus let out a slightly manic laugh. Yes, a toxic relationship, he thought sarcastically.

“I was a troubled teenager,” he confided. “It was a bad crowd.”

His eyes met Katya’s, and hers were like a crystal-clear lake, ice in its purest form. Katya giggled softly.

“Troubled?” she said. “I can’t imagine it. Did you vandalize Hogwarts, fail your classes?”

“No, no… Well, yes,” he admitted reluctantly. “But I was diligent in school.”

Severus took a bite of pasta. The food was exquisite.

“Oh, this is amazing… Kat,” he said, savouring the words.

He decided to use the nickname he had reserved only in his thoughts. He had never called her that before, only using it when he saw her letters arrive by Nox. He hoped the change of subject would shift her focus.

“So, Kat?” she said with a smile while eating. “Sev it's alright?”

He laughed, genuinely laughed. First, because his attempt to change the subject had worked, and second, because it had been years since anyone had called him that.

“I suppose,” he murmured, amused.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Inside, Katya was radiating with excitement. She had spent nearly two years waiting for this moment and felt that everything was going smoothly. She wondered if Severus would make any further moves. She didn’t want to always be the one to take the leap.

“I read today that there’s been a breakthrough in the Magical Supreme Court regarding the use of blood in potions,” Severus murmured while taking another bite of pasta. “I don’t know if you’ve been following it…”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, interrupting him with enthusiasm. “Sorry, yes.” Katya chastised herself internally; she needed to stop drinking so much wine. “I saw it in the European Magical Daily…”

“European Magical Daily,” he finished for her. They both smiled.

“Incredible development, don’t you think?” she commented, cutting a piece of bread and handing it to him. “I think it will be very useful. I’ve even thought about presenting on the topic at the next assembly. The use of blood in potions could be a turning point in curing certain magical diseases.”

Severus frowned. He could imagine the faces of some purists if she dared to present such a topic at the Assembly. They would label her a dark witch.

“I think it’s an excellent idea, but I’m not sure if it’s something I would present at the Assembly,” he advised cautiously. “Some people aren’t as… open to unconventional practices.”

Katya raised an eyebrow.

“Unconventional practices?”, she questioned.

“Dark Arts,” he said plainly. “Some believe that any association with them is wrong, no matter how pure the intentions.”

“Not everything involving blood is Dark Magic, Sev,” she said, placing her hand on the table.

Sev.

“No, it’s not. But you and I might think that way. I’m not sure others would reason the same.”

“Well, then they shouldn’t be at an academic assembly,” Katya replied firmly.

Severus smiled at her determination. They continued talking about the subject for nearly an hour. Katya admitted that she used her own blood in specific potions, like protection potions. Severus also shared that some desperate witches even used blood in love potions. Katya was alarmed by this revelation, but Severus wondered silently if she had ever done it—if, irresponsibly, she had slipped a love potion into those Christmas ciders, and now they were both in trouble because of it.

While they were talking, Katya took out her wand, and with a slight movement, the dishes floated towards the kitchen, where they began washing themselves. She was about to do the same with the glasses, but Severus also pulled out his wand, and suddenly, their glasses refilled with wine, even though the bottle was empty.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still thirsty,” Katya said, amused, looking at him.

“Wine helps to quell base instincts,” he murmured, noticing how she breathed a little more heavily.

“We’re going to need more, then,” she said, leaning forward on the table, her neckline teasingly stretching.

He found her reactions incredibly amusing. It was a new feeling for him, being desired, something he hadn’t noticed in his previous encounters. Katya seemed to enjoy letting him know that she wanted him. It made him feel exposed, and he was afraid he would mess everything up.

With a sudden, abrupt movement, he ventured towards the bookshelf that adorned one of the penthouse walls. The shelves were filled with volumes, many specialising in Dark Arts, Potions, and Enchantments, as well as Muggle topics like Economics, Administration, Politics, History, and lighter subjects like poetry and novels.

Severus feared ruining the friendship they had built over the last four years. He didn’t have many friends, or rather, he had none. He had acquaintances, collages. The Hogwarts staff, who he had to interact with daily out of necessity, had formed a sort of connection: Minerva, Pomona, Poppy, Charity, Fillius, and even Albus, when he wasn’t too busy keeping an eye on him. Then there were Lucius and Narcissa, who pretended as if they hadn’t manipulated a teenager into joining a cult and invited him to galas, sent him birthday gifts, or, dramatically, named him their son’s godfather. A bold move for someone who harboured some resentment towards them. He liked them, yes, but couldn’t overlook the fact that he distrusted them. He didn’t feel comfortable with them, something that wasn’t an issue with Katya. With her, he felt at ease, able to talk about anything, and, unfortunately, he was attracted to her.

He wondered how far he was willing to go that night. He feared that if they crossed that line, he would lose the connection he valued so much with Katya. Or worse, it would start a different type of relationship between them, one in which he would have to open up more, reveal his secrets, his past as a Death Eater, a chapter of his life that still haunted him.

On the other hand, Katya was grappling with her own insecurities. Every word they exchanged made her feel more and more uncertain. Was she going too far? What would happen tonight? Sometimes she felt like Severus kept a metaphorical arm’s length between them, but in the next moment, he would pull her into his own desires, playing a game of cat and mouse.

She simply couldn’t read his intentions, or perhaps the cruel truth was that he might be gay and just toying with her. A part of her began to feel ridiculous for dressing so provocatively and for her direct attempts at flirting.

She approached him slowly. Severus was engrossed in a book on the Russian Magical Statute. Katya figured he didn’t fully understand what he was reading.

“This word…” he murmured, pointing to a title in the index. “What does it mean?”

“Zagryaznennyy,” she said. “Dirty, contaminated.” She let out a snort. “They’re absurd laws, really, from thousands of years ago.”

“What does it mean?” Severus pressed.

“In Russia, no wizard can marry a Muggle; it would contaminate pure blood,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s a bit hypocritical, really. The big families in our community don’t mix with Muggles personally, but they do work and make millions with them. Pyotr Borislov is the perfect example.”

Severus nodded slowly.

“Do you tolerate Muggles, considering you work with them daily?” he asked, surprising Katya, as she had never sensed any supremacist tendencies from him.

“I’ve seen no reason not to,” she replied vaguely, trying to hide the discomfort the question had caused her. “What do you think?”

Severus held her gaze for a few seconds before finally saying:

“I find them… tolerable,” he murmured.

Katya nodded, feeling a slight shift in the air. Severus felt it too. He didn’t quite know why he had answered that way. The truth was, he didn’t feel comfortable around Muggles; being near them made him feel like he was pretending to be someone else. He could see the change in Katya’s expression and sensed that she was judging him for how he’d answered. Perhaps his comment had given him an air of superiority, something he would hate for Katya to think of him. Severus was about to say something when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. He stood there, feeling awkward, hating himself for ruining any possible chance.

In the bathroom, Katya splashed some water on her face and changed into comfortable black pyjamas and a pair of casual shorts. She removed her jewellery and sighed, resigned. Something told her that nothing would happen that night. When she returned, Severus was still reading from the volumes in her library. Upon seeing her, he felt that she was subtly signalling him to leave.

“You look more comfortable like that,” he commented, feeling a strange mix of disappointment as he realized she wanted him to go. “I think it’s time…”

“Would you like to help me with my thesis?” she asked. “I feel like that would be more useful than trying to flirt with you all night.” She added, looking at him with a defiant smile. “You’re the king of mixed signals, Severus.”

He felt guilty, lowering his gaze. She wanted him too, but in his foolishness, he was pushing her away.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been clear.” The words came out sincerely, but also with sadness; he really did care for her. Moreover, he could see how Katya’s face fell as she listened. “Don’t think your efforts went unnoticed; I want it too… But something tells me I wouldn’t be good company beyond friendship, Kat.”

“Why do you think that?” Her question was genuine, and Severus felt she deserved an equally genuine answer.

“Because I value our friendship too much, and if you knew more about me, I’m certain you would distance yourself,” he said firmly.

Run, girl, run, he thought. Nothing good happens to the people I care about.

She sighed.

“I understand,” Katya murmured, though a shadow of disappointment crept into her voice. Still, she didn’t want the night to end like this.

“I’ll help you with your thesis if you still want,” he assured her.

She nodded, and both of them settled on the sofa, a bit tense. Katya placed a cushion between them, and soon the living room was filled with information. As Katya read and explained her thesis, Severus couldn’t help but recognize that she was a prodigy in the field. Economics wasn’t something that interested him or that he fully understood, but the young woman had a way of explaining complex subjects with clarity and practicality.

They debated for a good while about how to improve the thesis until, little by little, fatigue overcame them. Before they knew it, they had both fallen asleep, surrounded by thesis papers.

Katya woke up in the middle of the night and realized she had fallen asleep while Severus had been correcting part of her thesis. She assumed he hadn’t wanted to wake her, so, delicately, she stood up to find a blanket and a pillow to cover him. As she approached, she found him waking up, surprised by her gesture.

“Thank you, but I really should return to Hogwarts,” he murmured, his eyes still half-closed.

“Stay,” Katya insisted, not wanting him to leave. “I promise I won’t disturb you.”

There was a moment of hesitation, but finally, Severus relented, watching her intently as part of her pyjama top had slipped open, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. He couldn’t stop himself from deliberating just how much he would like to have her right there, on the sofa.

“You can use the bathroom if you like,” she said, her voice drowsy.

After a few minutes, he nodded, thanked her, and went to the bathroom, where an erection was demanding attention. With clinical precision, he took care of the situation and, when finished, felt a wave of guilt. He washed his face harshly and sat on the toilet, seething, for a few minutes.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Katya was waiting to wish him goodnight before, disappearing into her room and closing the door behind her. Severus mulled over whether he should pursue something more with her, but the closed door and her earlier disappointed expression convinced him that it would be best to leave things as they were.

He returned to the sofa and sank into it, holding the pillow and blanket that still carried her scent. He hugged them to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

The morning arrived suddenly, filling the penthouse with light. Severus woke to the sound of someone preparing breakfast. He moved towards the kitchen and watched Katya move slowly about, making coffee and neatly organizing the pages of her thesis.

“Good morning,” he greeted her. She returned the greeting without turning to face him.

Is she upset? he wondered.

“I made coffee for both of us,” she said, turning cautiously towards him. “I don’t have much to go with it, just some toast and…”

“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” he confessed. “The coffee will do.”

Katya nodded and sighed before speaking again.

“Severus…”

“Katya.”

They both smiled, and Severus gestured for her to continue.

“I’m sorry. Perhaps I’ve been… too forward for you,” she admitted, a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

“No, I’m glad I came,” he said sincerely. He noticed her hair falling over her face, creating a curtain that hid her eyes. Gently, he reached out and tucked a few strands behind her ear. “Besides, your thesis is now ready to present.”

Katya nodded quietly and sat on the kitchen counter.

“I enjoyed it too,” she assured him. “I’d love for you to stay longer. Moscow is beautiful at this time of year.”

Severus also wished he could stay. All that awaited him at Hogwarts were piles of papers to grade.

“I don’t have magical permission to be here,” he reminded her, and she let out a sigh of frustration.

As they approached the fireplace, Katya’s hand brushed against his. Severus felt that despite the complications, something in that night had strengthened their connection. Just before throwing the Floo powder into the fireplace, in a sudden impulse, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

“See you soon, Kat,” he said, his heart pounding as he stepped away.

[ensnapemysenses]

So I'm not sure if you've seen the deleted scene from gof but Snape catches two students going at it in carriage. How often do you think he's catches students? And what do you think his inner monologue is when he does?

I’ve seen and I love it! They really should have kept that scene in!

Honestly I think he catches students doing things like that pretty often. Probably several times a week. I headcannon he doesn’t get much sleep and that he roams the castle at night so I’m sure he’s stumbled upon students making out or doing more than that loads of times.

I imagine his inner monologue would go something like this:

“Fuck. What’s that noise? It better not be what I — of course it’s those two. This is the third time this week!”

“You’d think by now these numbskulls would find more secluded places for these activities. They really are just out here fucking in the halls like animals… They should be expelled. This is disgusting. I should tell Filch to clean these walls extra well tomorrow. I don’t even want to know what that substance is.”

“Maybe if I just *coughs and stomps loudly down the hall* that seems to have done the trick. I hear them running now.”

“That’s what ten students so far this week? I’m growing rather tired of giving out so many detentions.”

“I swear to Merlin if I turn this corner and those two are still here going at it I will throw them off the astronomy tower. I told them to get back to their rooms 15 minutes ago.”

“Fuck it, next kid I catch is going straight to Dumbledore. I’m tired of this shit.”

[mermaid886]

I imagine Snape standing there with a scowl while the person he has feelings for walks towards him.

As they reach out, touch his face, and give him his first kiss, he flinches and recoils but once he lets his walls comes down and realizes he can reveal his true vulnerability, he melts into it and by the time they pull away, he’s reaching out to them instead.

[severus-snaps]

Yoooo I have my second autism assessment today so please may I have some Snautistic Sneverus Snape headcanons/ideas/vibes I'll go first (whoops this got long)

Snape in the books I think rubs his lips and in the films fidgets with his fingers a lot. I like to think he also does really subtle things (or was forced into subtlety by his peers/parents' judgement) like biting his cheeks, rubbing his fingers in his pockets, stroking the fabric inside his pockets, wiggling his toes, tapping his leg, but like...multiple of these all at the same time, all the time. Low-key think he's a skin picker, too, in private (bleeding cracked fingers and open wounds nation unite), but I have no evidence for that except Vibes. Primarily searches his upper arms for blemishes and picks the dry skin on his fingers, and his hair is often greasy where he searches his scalp in private (projecting here, but maybe someone once asked him if he had fleas bc his hands were always in his hair as a kid loool)

When he's eating food he really enjoys he can't wiggle openly so he has to wiggle his toes. Secret sweet tooth and in his rooms at night he has sweets and sometimes finds himself wiggling and has to put a stop to it, just in case someone's watching, even though nobody is watching

I also feel like he's a sniffer. He'll sniff just about anything (and esp any potion ingredient) placed under his nose. He tells people it's to ascertain the freshness and quality of the ingredient. Sniffs all his food and drink (subtly). Sniffs the potions. His favourite to sniff is obviously Amortentia, being his favourite smells. He sort of enjoys the burn from the harsher smells though

Absolutely CANNOT handle bright light or the texture of anything slimy, however. Uses gloves or his wand to lift/chop/manipulate slimy ingredients, especially if they're likely to leave residue on his hands (or he makes some poor student deal with sorting out his slimy/messy ingredients as a detention; after all, you don't have a dog and bark yourself)

[maxdibert]

I’ve always thought that Snape calling himself the 'Half-Blood Prince' shows that he wasn’t the anti-Muggleborn extremist people make him out to be. Obviously, he chose the name to distance himself from his abusive father, but he still kept the 'half-blood' part, openly acknowledging his mixed heritage instead of pretending to be one of the pure-bloods. For someone supposedly obsessed with blood purity, this choice feels significant. It suggests that, at least deep down, he didn’t fully buy into the pure-blood supremacist ideology. Instead, he was reclaiming his identity on his own terms, combining pride in his mother’s magical lineage with honesty about his status as a half-blood. What do you think about the nickname? Do you think it reflects something deeper about his beliefs or identity?

I have little to add; I completely agree with you. I think it was a way (whether consciously or not) for him to claim his own status, his own political identity, within an environment where that was impossible, because by doing so, he would expose himself to rejection by the people of his own house. This is purely headcanon, but I believe Severus suffered throughout his life from the dichotomy of being a "pure-blooded half-blood." And by "pure-blooded half-blood," I mean he wasn’t considered a half-blood because one of his parents was the child of Muggles, or because both his parents were half-bloods, but because one of his parents was a Muggle. He was raised in a Muggle environment, in a Muggle household where, canonically, "his father didn’t like magic," so it probably wasn’t a big part of daily life, surrounded by Muggle neighbors and kids, with a Muggle father. The first years of childhood are crucial for establishing our attachments and cognitive development, as well as laying the foundation for the personality we will have in the future. They are the foundational pillars of who we are, and Severus spent those years in a completely non-magical environment. It’s impossible for him to separate that part of himself, no matter how hard he tried to rid himself of it once he started at Hogwarts, but especially when he began to associate with pure-bloods. He still had a Muggle side, just as I’m sure he still had behaviors, slang, and expressions typical of a boy raised in an industrial northern town. Those things can be hidden, but they don’t disappear. The fact that he called himself "The Half-Blood Prince" was a way of reclaiming this anonymously, of giving himself an identity that harmonized his two essences in a non-derogatory way, of recognizing himself as a half-blood without any negative connotations. Honestly, I believe that had he survived the war, he would have had to confront many existential crises, but one of them would undoubtedly have been accepting that duality between the Muggle and magical sides that always haunted him.

[nightingale2004]

i love love LOVE your severus snape artist au but omg what about a severus snape MODEL au?? kind of like geek girl if you’ve ever read it!! how would it go??

Severus Snape model au

(Thank you, Anon. Sorry it took so long. I've had to think about this long and hard)

Before Severus became a model, he was pretty much similar to how he was in the marauders era

He was a nerd and chemist genius and not the nicest person in school. So he was your typical loner emo outcast boy

He and Lily were best friends but were driven apart by the marauders and co

After Lily and Severus's friendship ended. He fell in the arms of models Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, who also go to school with Severus

Severus was introduced to modeling by accompanying Lucius and Narcissa to their photo shoots most of the time, and some of the clothes caught his attention

As he kept going to Narcissa and Lucius's photoshoots, he would pretend he was bored or he wanted to hang himself with a tie, but in truth, he was jealous of how Lucius and Narcissa would look absolutely beautiful in literally anything they wore and he looked like a slimy bat (marauders words not mine)

When he tried the clothes he liked in secret, he secretly loved it and imagined himself walking down the runway with those clothes and people clapping for him....but at the end of it he would thrust himself back to the cruel reality of his "situation"

Severus lives with his father, Tobias, who is an abusive drunk (both physically and emotionally)

One day after Severus was trying another one of the model outfits, Narcissa found him and immediately complimented him in the outfit.

She then had the amazing idea for him to join in on the photoshoots, but Severus immediately declined

It took a LOT of convincing from Narcissa, but she managed to grab his attention when she mentioned the pay and that he wouldn't have to show his face

Narcissa involved Lucius, and they started experimenting with clothing and styles they think would suit Severus, including makeup and masks (to hide his face)

After many, many, many tries. They finally landed on a style theme that suited Severus, which of course had modern Victorian emo goth vibe

A lot of black gloves, fingerless gloves, some necklaces, bracelets, piercings with either chains, scales, leather, and/or fake feathers. They also do dark colors (more specifically dark green, gray, and blue)

When he got prepared for his first photoshoot, he thought he looked completely different in a terrifying way when he saw himself in the mirror, but at the same time, he kind of liked his new look.

Narcissa and Lucius introduced him as 'Prince' to the photographer, and if anyone asked for his first name, Severus would answer Raven due to his clothing and his mask

When he saw the pictures, he was impressed at how unrecognizable he was, but he had doubts about people even taking an interest in him

When he got to Hogwarts boarding school, almost all the students had fashion magazines (Narcissa's influence, of course) and were looking at Severus or Raven, and almost all were incredibly impressed by the style and looks severus was wearing

As Severus continued modeling, he loved it and dressing in new clothes that suited him, but he never kept them due to wanting to keep this part of his life on the down low

His father abuses him physically and mentally and is still a drunk and the marauders here bully him senseless

When the magazine came out with more of Severus's pictures. They liked them but wanted to know who the model was, along with almost every single student at Hogwarts except for Narcissa and Lucius since they already know but Sirius on the other hand had a feeling since some features on the magazine stood out and were similar

As time went on, Severus was paid handsomely, and he would make enough money to get out of his father's place and on his own

His father eventually found out due to Severus bringing one of masks with him, and as one can imagine, what happened after wasn't pretty.

Severus also signed a contract with C.E.O Tom Riddle, who also had a contract with Narcissa and Lucius. He also made Severus super popular

But what was happening after the photoshoot was another story. But let's just say it wasn't "professional"

Severus did photoshoots with Lucius and Narcissa, along with Bellatrix and a few others whom Tom Riddle has as clients

Severus was discovered by Sirius, who didn't expose him under the condition that they stayed in their separate corners, to which they both agreed to

After a while, Severus is still a model but still doesn't show his face and remains anonymous until he decides to leave and goes into the arms of Dumbledore's company

Severus still models, and Lily works with him as an agent and also as a model but not as often, and yes, she is married to James.

He and Lily did reconnect, but Severus was still distant and kept to his side of the world, but he slowly started taking more photos without his mask

But he still goes by 'Raven Prince' to keep the modeling world and his life separate and, luckily, almost no one recognizes him

Also, Narcissa quite modeling and went into fashion design and became severus's and many other fashion designers, and Lucius still models and models his wife's clothes that she made for him

(That's all I have for now. Thank again anon. This was challenging, but I liked it, and the au. Sorry again that this took forever. Like I said, it was a challenge, and I haven't seen geek girl, which made the process longer. But I hope you all enjoy it and please let me know what yall think about this au in your opinion and your own little hcs about Model Severus)

[shiftingcauseimmentallyill]

OK SO. i have a headcanon!!! I've been wanting to discuss it with someone for ages but it seems no one has thought about it yet 😭😭 anyway here it iss:

Snape knows Scottish Gaelic or Irish Gaelic!!!

His mum's name is Eileen, which is a Scottish or Irish name (i'm leaning more towards scottish in this context bc i think the meaning is better suited for her :)) and so she was probably scottish or irish. I headcanon she spoke scottish or irish gaelic and that snape learned it in secret to honor her after her death. I like the idea of him creating some spells in it too :) lmk what you guys think about thisss!!

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Random thought of the week, since sev was a teenager in the 70s do you think he owned or looked at explicit magazines?

Good thought.

I do think he looked at some but I don’t think he owned any personally

I would think he found his fathers stash or some of his housemates (Lucius) shared theirs.

The real question is which kind would get his attention?

I have different hcs about our boi so apart of me says he was beyond uninterested (Ace!Sev), another part says he liked male model magazines (gay!Sev), and the other part was that he was interested in men and women ones alike (Bi!Sev)

Maybe that’s up for debate 🤔

The choice is yours.