#snapetober 2024

[hiancii]

The Ace of Spades

[dranna]

bullied.

For the snapetober 2024 prompt: torn

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 17: Mirror

In my "Snape survives" AU, Snape recovers from his wounds at Malfoy Manor. This is him seeing his scars for the first time.

[tricksterringmaster]

next prompt of @superfallingstars's snapetober "torn"

turned out not specifically "torn", but i've been thinking about possible dangers of creating sectumsempra and how there is a chance severus hurt himself in process one way or another.

but well. for enemies.

[sneppu]

He's a Prince but the crown they gave him is shitty at least his ribbon is a nice bright red.

works through my religious trauma by inflicting it onto snape in vaguely erotic ways

[thatsillything]

Day 4 of Snapetober: "Torn"

Thought about this for a looong time and gathered a courage

[severus-snaps]

Snapetober 2024 | Pillow

[professorsnape394]

DAY 15: Making Amends

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 🥵?

Prompt: Treat

Summary: Y/N makes it up to Snape for playing a careless prank.

A/N: Part 2 in the 'Trick' and 'Treat' prompts.

Warnings:  Mention of wet dreams. Seduction/teasing tactics.

Word Count: 1731

Credits to Gif Creator.

Severus pushed me up against the wall of his classroom, planted on hand just above my head and leaned down towards me.

I stood frozen, looking up at him hungrily, struggling to fully catch my breath.

His gaze dropped to my lips, as he licked his.

I watched on in anticipation. Slowly, then all at once, Severus captured my mouth with his, kissing me with a passion I had never before experienced.

His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned instinctively. His hand dropped from my waist, fingertips brushing along the inside of my thigh until finally his hand slipped between my legs.

“Severus.” I panted, throwing my head back onto my pillow.

I moaned his name again, touching myself as I dreamed of his hand in place of mine.

This wasn’t the first time this week I had found myself getting off while dreaming of my colleague. In fact, there wasn’t much on my mind lately besides him.

After he was forced to confess his feelings for me the other day, I was overcome with guilt for how I reacted to our disagreement. So much so I couldn’t help but expose myself for my foolish decision. Unfortunately, his good-natured attitude was a side effect of the truth serum which instantly disappeared when I told him I was the one responsible.

“You did this to me?” His soft eyes had hardened once again into a stern glare.

“It was a mistake, I admit. And it didn’t exactly go how I had planned but I was mad at you and I didn’t know how else to make you see reason.” I rambled, realising I probably should have kept my mouth shut.

“So you thought a childish prank was the answer? You almost made me lose my job.”

“I know and I felt terrible about it. Which is exactly why I came to help you.” I pleaded.

“And here I thought you came to my aid because you cared.” He sneered.

“I do care, Severus. We’re colleagues, friends even, of course I care about you.” I could see from his reaction this was not the answer he wanted to hear.

“Get out.” He demanded.

“Please, Severus. I didn’t mean know how far it would go. Can we please put it behind us.”

“I don’t want to see you step foot in my office ever again, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Severus, please.”

“I said; GET OUT.”

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Unable to get the thought of Severus out of my head, I blatantly ignored his warning and made my way down to the dungeons in the hopes of making it up to him.

For once Severus was not hiding behind his desk and instead stood watching an enchanted quill write instructions on his chalk board.

“I thought I told you to stay away, Professor Y/LN.” He said, not even turning to see that it was me.

At least he called me Professor, that’s a small improvement.

“I thought once I gave you a bit of time to cool down, we could talk about it.” I spoke softly.

“I have no desire to talk to you about anything.”

“Fine. We don’t need to talk.” I shrugged

“Glad we agree on something.”

“But let me make it up to you, I’ll take you out for dinner; my treat.”

“I don’t need your pity, Miss Y/L/N.” Severus finally turned to face me. “I do not need you to humour my affections by going to dinner with me.”

“It’s not pity, and I’m not humouring you. I want to go to dinner with you. Plus, It might be nice to spend some time with you when I’m not blinded by rage.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for myself.”

“Why don’t we see how you feel later tonight then, huh? I’ll swing back around at about 6 o’clock.”

“I will not be going to dinner with you Professor Y/L/N. I beg you do not show up here again.”

Yet another warning I chose to ignore and instead spent rest of the day getting ready for our dinner.

Not only was I hoping to earn Severus’ forgiveness but I was also hoping I would be discuss my own confusing feelings for him, provided the night went well.  

Having spent the evening getting ready with Severus’ reaction in mind, I was not disappointed by the look on his face when he opened the door to me.

Despite still holding a grudge for my misjudged prank, he could not hide the look of appreciation that flicked over my body at the sight of me. I wore a short red dress, that was just a few inches short of risky and came with a revealing neckline that bordered on inappropriate for a school professor to wear walking about the halls. I painted my lips to match the exact shade of red on my body. Severus’ eyes lingered on my chest for a second too long before dragging down my tanned legs to my crimson stiletto heels.

He swallowed and tried to regain his focus on my face, but even then, he failed to hide his erratic breathing.

“I told you; I don’t need your pity.” He snapped, fighting past his initial surprise.

“How many times do I have to say it, this isn’t pity, Severus. This is me wanting to spend my Saturday night having a nice meal with man I can’t stop thinking about.” I blurted.

“This won’t work on me.” He eyed me suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you mean.” I smiled cheekily.

Sighing, Severus gave in to the side of his brain that had a soft spot for me.

“One meal.” He agreed. “This does not mean I forgive you for what you have done.”

“Of course not.” I smiled. “Bring your coat, it’s cold out.”

Severus walked with me in silence all the way to Hogsmeade, trying his best to maintain his icy demeanour, but failed to disguise the longing glances he had when he thought I wasn’t looking.

~

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me.” I asked after we had finished dinner. While he had begrudgingly engaged in conversation with me, the stony look on his face had not budged. He leaned back in his chair; brows furrowed and folded his arms across his chest.

“You almost got me fired.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

“Fine, okay, I admit I had a small lapse in judgement, but I’m trying to apologise here.”

“Not hard enough.” He enunciated.

“Okay fine, dinner isn’t enough for you, I get it. But maybe there’s another way I can make it up to you.”

I mirrored his movements; leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. It was hard to miss the way Severus’ eyes flicked quickly down to my breasts, appreciatingly the way my arms pushed them slightly out of my dress. I bit my lip, locking eyes with the Professor. He eyed me suspiciously.

 Pointing my toe, I ran my heeled foot up the inner seem of his trouser leg, rubbing against the inside of his thigh seductively.

“What do you think you are doing.” His eyes widened at our contact.

“Don’t you like it?” I teased, conscious that my foot was nearing his crotch.

“People can see us.” He said through gritted teeth.

“That isn’t a no.” I smiled.

“It’s not funny, Y/N.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“I have never met a more infuriating woman in my life.”

“And yet you still came to dinner with me.”

Severus looked huffed, clenching his jaw harder.  

“It was hard to say no to you looking like that.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Glad to hear it.” I blushed.

The table fell into silence as the tension between us grew.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, you know.” I finally admitted now I had his full attention.

“What?”

“Since you told me how you felt. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

“Now you know how it feels to be me.” He said begrudgingly.

“I don’t know…” I trailed off. “Are you having wet dreams about me often?”

“What?” His pale skin turned scarlet.  

“Because that’s how much I can’t stop thinking about you, Severus. I’ve been touching myself every day thinking about what it would be like for you to do the same.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, losing myself in his dark eyes.

“I think we have more than outstayed our welcome here, don’t you think? I suggest we go somewhere a little more… private.”

Now it was my turn to blush, a shy smile taking over the entire bottom half of my face.

Severus led me out of the restaurant, down the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. Seeing me shiver, Severus draped his cloak over my shoulders, taking my hand in his to steady me on my feet as we rushed our way back to the castle.

Tired of waiting I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his body into mine upon entering the warmth of the castle.

“Kiss me, Severus.” I demanded.

He hesitated.

“What if someone sees.”

“I don’t care.”

Before the words had even left my lips his mouth was on me. Kissing, licking and biting his way across my neck, chest and eventually my lips. He dominated my mouth possessively, staking claim over me as his and only his.

My hands clung to his shirt, frozen in the spot where I pulled him into me, never wanting to let go. Conversely, Severus’s hands roamed my body like he had been waiting his whole life just to see how what I felt like, and he wasn’t going to miss his opportunity to touch absolutely everywhere.

Like a dream come true Severus hands found there way to my inner thigh, only this time my whole body shivered with goosebumps, and they weren’t from the cold. I gasped when I felt his fingers run along the fabric of my soaked underwear.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private.” I suggest, struggling to catch my breath.

Severus nodded, removing his hand from beneath my dress.  

As we made our way back to the dungeons, all I could think of was how I was going to make it up to Severus for what I had done to him. One thing was for sure though, it would be a treat he’d never forget.  

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[momo-t-daye]

For @superfallingstars Snapetober 2024 prompt "Garden"; toddler Draco getting some lessons in the garden from Sev

Draco thought it was downright pathetic the way Gryffindors whinged and whined about Professor Snape being scary. Professor Snape had to follow a syllabus that was Dumbledore-approved. Professor Snape didn't get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways a plant could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, Professor Snape had to teach the same lessons year after year and was probably quite bored. Severus, who DID get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways plants could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, had terrified/trained Draco out of sticking random objects into his mouth at a very early age. He might be scary, but he was a very effective teacher.

Text reads:

-and the seeds are chock-full of cyanide! Do you remember what cyanide does for us? That's right! It shuts down cellular respiration and you die from histotoxic hypoxia! But that's not all, every leaf has our old friends oxalic acid and urushiol, which can mess up your kidneys and ruin your day. Even worse, the sap is incredibly phytotoxic and the blisters will hurt for years. Isn't gardening fun, Draco?

[odetolithium]

Discovery - Snapetober Day 19

Severus discovers Harry's secret and Umbridge's torture methods.

Prompts by @superfallingstars

A short pep talk from their captain was all the Slytherins needed; their cunning and resolve was enough to win the match. Severus watched the sea of green and silver march from the changing rooms, brooms grasped in steady hands. He addressed each player, translating his expectations with a curt nod before following them to the pitch. Red and gold opponents were stationed on the grass, their new keeper inciting jeers from the stands. His sister was in the seeker’s usual spot. Minerva followed Severus’s eyes, glaring at the satisfaction dripping from his sneering face.  

“Good luck,” he smirked, turning away from the pitch. In the distance, the unmistakable shape of Harry Potter was moving away from the cheers and chants and heading in the direction of the castle. Severus was quick to follow him. 

“Potter!” 

The boy turned around as Severus approached. 

“Is there a reason you are not at the match?” 

“I have loads of homework,” he said, holding Severus’s stare. Severus raised his brow, then something caught his eye, his interest was caught on the back of Potter’s hand. A wound was healing there. It looked infected. 

“Show me your hand, Potter.” The boy’s breath caught, and he pulled the sleeve of his robe as far down his hand as it would stretch. “Potter, I am not asking. It is not a request. You have three seconds to show me, or I will look myself.” 

The first second, Potter’s gaze fell to the ground. The next second, he lifted his hand. Severus made a move to grab the sleeve. The last second, Potter pushed back his sleeve. Potter’s palm was warm in Severus’s, but the inflamed skin around the deep cuts was hot.  

“What is this, Potter?” he muttered, “who did this?” 

“Who do you think?” Potter scoffed, snatching his hand back. “And I don’t need your help. I’m dealing with it.” Clearly, thought Severus. He knew the witch responsible. A blood quill? And to use it on a student? Did Dumbledore know? 

“Your hand is infected, you need to come with me now.” 

Potter stood his ground. 

“Again, Potter. This is not a request. You will become seriously unwell if we cannot treat it. How many times has this happened?” 

“Every night for the last week,” he mumbled, looking at the wound himself. “I don’t remember how many lines I had to do.” Severus clenched his jaw, his lips tight in an anger he would direct at the evil woman later. “Potter, will you let me treat it? I cannot guarantee it won’t scar but this needs healing.” 

"Fine,” Potter muttered in response.  

Within ten minutes, they were sitting across from one another in the Potions Master’s office. Severus had taken the boy’s hand in his own and studied it under the light of his wand. Deep, angry lines hissed on his skin, there was a yellowing around each letter that needed attention. Silently, Severus cleaned the wound. Potter winced occasionally but remained rather stoic. Severus would look up into his determined eyes to assess for pain, but Potter hardly moved. When the words were saturated in dittany, they started to shy away from prying eyes, leaving a white cast along the back of his hand. I must not tell lies. 

“That should be all, Potter,” Severus reached down to a small trunk that extended as it opened, revealing rows of potions and tonics. A rounder tub that resembled an ointment was placed on the desk in front Potter. “That’s for the scarring, it should help reduce its visibility.” 

“Thanks,” muttered Potter, slowly taking the ointment. “What if I have another detention?” 

“My advice would be to stop provoking the woman, Potter. If you cannot refrain from pissing her off, I will have you in detention myself. I may not use a blood quill, but you know very well how gruelling my detentions are.”  

A shadow of a smile played across Potter’s face when he understood the sentiment behind the threat. “Thanks, sir.” Severus inclined his head pointedly to the door.  

[hazedwords]

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Five, Pillow

Headcannon

Warnings: mild cursing, my opinions

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

(This post was late - yesterday and today have been decently hectic days for me.)

Let’s start off by saying something most likely cannon: Severus does not get nearly enough sleep at all.

From juggling two jobs, having to grade around 700 students worth of paper, to being a double spy and still have time to have a mental breakdown every once in a while; Severus is stretched thin.

It’s no wonder in that one scene he pops out in his normal day robes in the middle of the goddamn night. He hasn’t slept a wink.

Oh, and to top it all off (but not really) Severus gets nightmares every time he falls asleep. He has never had one night where he has fallen asleep and stayed asleep and woken up refreshed. He will jolt awake out of fear from a nightmare.

A ‘full nights sleep’ for Severus is four hours continuously interrupted by nightmares and five cups of dark coffee in the morning.

[hiancii]

Il la voit partout

[dranna]

for the Snapetober prompt: Haunt

In dreams I see her again,

And again and again and again,

Taking her revenge.  

Emerald irises are staring, 

Staring oh so silently, unmoving while

Her blood red curls are falling, 

As the liquid fell from her veins down the stairs,

Painting my hands red. 

That merciful death circles me in,

As the amber flames suffocate my mind.

Day after day I lay to rest,

She always appears

And brings the same end.

[superfallingstars]

Snapetober Day 16: Tangle

[tricksterringmaster]

next prompt of @superfallingstars's snapetober "haunt"

it seems everyone's doing lily and severus and i won't be the exception. i've been thinking about Severus' loneliness in DH and how he had very little to hold on to. in the heart of the enemy, hated by people he was protecting, losing the only person who knew his true self. it must've been an incredible torture, and he definitely had his moments of weakness when he was alone.

so i guess i wanted to draw a gentle haunting.

[arcturus-night-star]

I know I'm late but here's a messy sketch thing for 23rd prompt "Watched" in @superfallingstars 's snapetober. Have a very stressful DE meeting where everyone thinks Severus is up to no good.