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mbk-writes · 8 years ago

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I love your Snape story that you wrote so I decided to request! Maybe reader is a Seventh year Gryffindor, and they've always excelled at potions, like making potions just clicked with them from the first class they had. Snape is conflicted once reader gets older because they spend more time in the potions room practicing and Snape develops feelings? And he doesn't know what to do because age gap and the fact that they're Gryffindor but then one day reader just kisses him? Smut maybe? Thanks! :)

(I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!)There she was again, he thought, always honing her skills. You were at the bench in the dungeon classroom, your eyes quickly scanning the book beside you and finely chopping the ingredients with a sharp knife. You scooped up the bits of dried batwing and mugwort, tossing them into the gently simmering liquid in the cauldron. You could not feel his eyes on you but he was watching.The dark haired Potions Master pretended to look busy, a book in front of his prominent nose as he sat at his desk, but he would peer over the leather bound edges to watch what you were doing. He remembered your apprehension on the first day you were in his classroom, and now you were weeks from graduating. But instead of slacking off like most of the other students, you were here hard at work. He couldn’t help but admire your drive, figuring it must be tough to forgo time with your friends to be here. Surely a talented and beautiful Gryffindor witch like yourself had plenty of friends. He stopped himself briefly, looking back to the words in his book as he silently chastised himself for thinking you beautiful. Very unprofessional.

"I think I got it, finally!“ you exclaimed, a smile stretching across your face as the cauldron bubbled with a faint gold glow emitting from the top. One of the most difficult potions to make, Felix Felicis, also called Liquid Luck. You had been working on this potion for months. It was the toughest potion you could legally make in this class, and even then Professor Snape had to fight Dumbledore to let you attempt. Your hands were shaking slightly, the excitement and nerves getting to you for the final check by your professor. You smoothed down your gold and crimson tie. Severus heard your excitement and set his book down, lurking over as only he did to your position. You watched his intent, dark eyes as he examined your cauldron, taking the spoon in the pot and gently ladling the liquid to look at its viscosity. It shimmered in the lamplight. "This looks correct,” he murmured as he continued to study it. But instead of pride in raising such a fine pupil, why did he feel more melancholy than usual? You bit your lip, eyes wide and looking up at the taller man. “I hope so, I know I have to wait and let it settle until tomorrow but all the work is done. My final project,” you said, a little bit of half-sad sigh to your voice. You knew this would mean no reason to come back and bother the Professor like you had throughout your career at Hogwarts. Sure, you loved potions, they just made sense to you, but you also admired Professor Snape and wanted him to be pleased with you.

You worked hard for 2 years before you got that first half-smile out of him for a successful project; no easy feat for a Gryffindor. “Indeed,” Professor Snape responded, his dark eyes quickly evading yours, “you make come back for your potion and to clear your belongings out any time tomorrow. I will be here.” The man then turned on his heel and exited the classroom to his office, the large wooden door closing loudly behind him. You watched the door a moment and then quickly gathered up your notes and other belongings, taking another look at the cauldron with the shimmering liquid. Looking briefly again at the door, you procured a small vial, spooning just a small amount of the potion into it, corking it and stuffing it in your pocket. You checked the door once more. Nothing. You bit your lip as you quickly hurried out, back to your dorm. Severus did not hear you leave but knew you must have gone by now as he leaned against the oak door separating him from the classroom. His face with its typical grim demeanor, he walked over to his desk, slumping down into the chair with a sigh. Tomorrow would more than likely be the last day he would see you in this private setting and somehow that was upsetting to him. He grit his teeth hard, cursing himself silently for behaving so ridiculously. He had seen students come and go before and he had never given any a second thought. So why could he not get you out of his head? The man slammed his hands down onto his desk with slight force before opening a compartment in his desk, bringing a shot glass and a slightly dusty bottle of firewhiskey out. This is my punishment he thought to himself, pouring himself a full shot of the liquor. He damned himself for you being on his mind when he knew he could not be further from yours as he knocked back the drink. The strong burn clawed at the back of his throat. This was going to be a long night.You sat on your bed, gazing out the window. The sun was hanging lower in the sky as you watched all the students on the lawn shooting off fireworks from the tips of their wands, dancing, laughing. There was a party going on before graduation, food, games. You held the vial up to the light and watched it shimmer. This is all you had. Rolling over onto your back with a deep sigh you held your arm outstretched looking at the vial. Maybe there was something you could do before the school year ended. Before you left for good. But you figured that would take a lot more than a bit of novice-brewed liquid luck to accomplish. You sighed once more, quickly burying yourself under your covers and drifting off to sleep, still clutching the vial. Severus did not have as peaceful of a night. The hallways were dark and the cold seeped through the cracks in the dungeon walls as the older man clumsily slammed down the shot glass. Only a small amount of the amber liquid still sloshed in the large bottle. He could feel his body numbing and his brain feeling fuzzy. Sure, it dulled the aggravation but his mind kept traveling back to you. Your intelligence. Your beauty. He never meddled in your affairs or knew too much about you outside of the classroom, he knew it would only disappoint him. He knew you must have somebody special. Probably a seeker on the Quidditch Team or something. He grumbled as he continued to fight even having thoughts like that. It shouldn’t matter to him whether or not you have somebody. It shouldn’t matter that you had the prettiest eyes and the softest smile and how he adored the way your face lit up when you did something correctly. He put his head down on his desk, his dark hair spreading out over his belongings. “What am I going to do,” he slurred out, to himself before falling asleep in a drunken haze.The sun peeked through the shades as the dawn rose over Hogwarts castle.You awoke with your hair plastered to the side of your face, groggy from the long night’s sleep. Your brain snapped into action as you realized you no longer held the vial and scrambled through your bedding, relaxing when you found it intact just underneath your pillow. “The vial itself is lucky,” you smirked a little to yourself. Getting ready for the day you brush out your hair and get dressed, your fingers running over the glass vial every few moments, just making sure it’s there. You adjust your red and gold tie before hopping down the stairs and out into the halls. You could feel your nerves tightly wound, and your hands were clammy from fear. This will be it, you thought. You tried to eat some breakfast at the Great Hall, a spread of toast, eggs and assorted pastries and other delights all laid out for the graduating class. But you couldn’t eat. Your stomach was in a knot thinking about Professor Snape and seeing him for the last time before getting your degree. You looked up in case he had come in for breakfast, but his seat was absent. You nibbled a little toast before giving up and leaving. You did not want to go to him so early in the day but bit your lip when you hesitated. It was now or never. You could not stall and put it off or it’d be too late. Confronting him now was the only way. Besides, you shrugged to yourself, if everything goes as bad as you think it will you have the rest of the day to drink and cry. Before you had time to procrastinate any more about it, you realized your feet had carried you to his door. Your fingers curled tightly around the vial as your eyes narrowed slightly in determination. Enough for an hour, if it works, that’s all you’d need. You uncorked the small vial and chugged. The nervousness faded slightly as you felt the magic of the brew wash over you, but the possibility of it being incorrectly made and killing you painfully also weighed on your mind. You knocked on the door, figuring it’d be better to die in the classroom than in the hallway. “Come in,” the deep voice reverberated through the door.You gulped and entered, looking up at the tall man clad in black standing by your bench. His eyes locked with yours a moment and you could feel your heart swell. He paused and let your eyes linger in his, capturing your face to his memory before looking down at your belongings.“I organized everything,” the man almost mumbled, touching the top of one of your potion books gently, “I did not like the mess on my table,” he lied. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammered out, the anxiety creeping back in, “I should have come by sooner.” “No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, gritting his teeth for saying that. “It was something to do, anyway. I finished inventory last week.”“Right,” you said looking down at your feet. You moved to be beside him and began piling your books into your satchel that had been slung over your shoulder. You stuffed the books in and paused with your hands slightly clenched. It was now, or never. You had Felix Felicis on your side. You could do this. You could try. “Is something wrong-” Professor Snape began to ask as he noticed your pause but was interrupted with your soft lips upon his. You could feel your adrenaline rushing through your body as you finally felt what you had had been imagining nearly your entire school career. You meant it only to be a brief kiss but got carried away, lingering on his lips. Finally, you pulled away and gazed up at the older man, studying his slightly-lined face and dark eyes for any expression. Your lips quivered as you attempted to speak, unsure what he was thinking. A small smile crept across his lips as his hand reached out to cup your face tenderly and leaned in to kiss you again. That jolt coursed through your veins again as your lips connected once more, pressing harder against the man’s body and stretching your arm around his shoulder, your other arm pressed against his warm chest.You parted your mouth slightly, gently caressing the tip of his tongue with yours and felt both the warmth of his body against yours and the heat coursing through your bloodstream. Suddenly, he pulled away and you looked up at him slightly worried. His arms wrapped around you firmly he pressed his forehead against yours. A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest.“Well, it is safe to say your potion was a success,” Severus murmured with a smirk to his lips but your blood ran cold. “W-what?” you stammered out, your face flushing. How did he know you used the liquid luck for this to happen? Was this all a ruse? “Your Felix Felicis. It worked perfectly,” his dark eyes looked into yours, slightly puzzled about why you looked so frightened. Suddenly, he doubted saying anything. Maybe he should have kept it a secret and just had enjoyed it until it ran out. The smile disappeared from his face as the giddiness ran out. “I may have tried some, before you got here,” he said quietly and looked down as he let you go from his embrace, “I had hoped that it would help me… With you.” Severus suddenly felt very ashamed, looking away. He began to feel that, while it was a luck potion and not a love potion, it seemed he had cheated the system. In his mind, he quickly tried to come up with an apology, or how to even begin apologizing for violating a student of his like this because of his own ridiculous obsession with her over the years.

As he scrambled for words with the guilt weighing his brain down he heard a light giggle that turned into an uproarious laugh from the young woman beside him. Perplexed, he looked at you, searching for an explanation for the joy stricken across your face. “I took some right before I knocked on your door,” you looked up at him, guiltily, a shy smile across your face, “seems like that six months of work wasn’t necessary after all.”You saw the relief wash over the older man’s face as he chuckled and embraced you once more, his warm scent infiltrating your nostrils. Your giggles subsided as he lifted your chin delicately in his fingers. “I suppose we need to stay together until it wears out,” a small, devilish smirk ran across his face, “just to be sure, of course.” You grinned and nodded, “Obviously,” you concurred as his lips met yours again with an intense passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth and making you tingle all over. His arm wrapped around the small of your back as he pressed your body closer to his. It was the end of your time at Hogwarts but the start of a new, exciting journey.

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dwaynepride · 8 years ago

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Closing The Distance

Prompt: Can I request an Olivia Benson x reader oneshot where reader realises she’s got feelings for Olivia so starts trying to avoid her (which is difficult as they work together) hoping that the feelings will go away. Olivia notices and gets worried/upset and eventually asks the reader what’s wrong and she confesses?

Requester: justalonelyfangiirl

Words: 1,790

Warnings: None

“I got coffee, everyone!”

Carisi’s voice sounded like an angel’s when he said those words. The day had been long and hard, forcing all the detectives at SVU to push themselves to the limit. Meaning, they drank copious amounts of coffee.

But God bless Dominick Carisi. He strolled into the precinct with a smirk on his face, carrying large cups of coffee with both hands. Rollins was the first to stand, taking one of them from the cup holder before letting Carisi hand out the rest of the coffee.

He handed one to you, giving a wink. “You look like you’re havin’ a rough day. I made sure your coffee is how ya like it.”

You gave Carisi a scoff, bringing the coffee up to your lips and taking a sip. He was right; the coffee is exactly how you preferred it. “We’re all having a rough day, Carisi.” You corrected, giving him a look.

He shook his head, leaning up against your desk. “I know, I know. But you just look worse off than the rest of us. Somethin’ on your mind? Ya know you can talk to me about anything. I won’t tell a soul…”

Carisi kept talking, but your attention drifted away as the door to Benson’s office opened up. Olivia padded out, her eyes scanning the squadroom. When her gaze landed on you, it felt as if your heart skipped a beat and you looked down to the floor or your desk or up at Carisi. Anywhere except Benson.

As luck would have it, she padded over to your desk. Her eyes were on you as she approached, and you were afraid she would try to talk to you, but Olivia looked up to Carisi at the last second. “Did I hear someone say ‘coffee’?”

“Ya sure did!” Carisi replied gleefully, handing the Lieutenant a cup. “Figured everyone needed a pick-me-up.”

Benson smirked a little. “You were completely right. Did Fin get some?”

Beside you, Carisi straightened up immediately. “Musta forgot.” He said with a small smile. “I’ll give it to him right away.”

On the inside, you wanted to grab Sonny and yank him back just so you wouldn’t be alone with Olivia. But he walked away, looking for Fin. And you were left alone with the Lieutenant. Should you say something? There wasn’t much progress on the case. Nothing to report…

“How’s the coffee?” Olivia spoke up.

You glanced up at her question, and immediately regretted it. She was watching you, both hands clutching the cup of coffee. Her hair was a bit messy and tussled; a testament to how hectic the day had been. Bags under her eyes. The way she stood suggested she was tired. But Olivia still looked damn good. It made your throat close up. “Good.” You managed to reply. “Carisi knows what kind of coffee to get.”

For some reason, this made Benson laugh. And it didn’t help the situation, at all. You had to remind yourself to breathe. “Yeah. He does.” She replied, and the smile never left her lips.

The two of you sat in silence for a while. You took a special interest in your coffee cup, making indentions in the Styrofoam with your nails, while Olivia shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally, she took a breath, and you looked up when you heard it. “After the day’s over, maybe we can get some dinner?” She asked off-handedly. But her hands clutched the coffee cup a little tighter. She was nervous. “I’m starved. I’m sure you are, too, so…?”

You opened your mouth to reply with some sort of an excuse, but it’s as if God was watching the awkward interchange and decided to grant you mercy. Your phone began to ring, resulting in making both you and Olivia jump in surprise. After glancing towards the phone, you looked up to Olivia with an apologetic look. “I should take that.”

“Yeah, no, go ahead! We all have work to do.” Benson rushed out, and before you could say anything, she spun around and receded back to her office.

It turns out that the phone call was only a friend, but you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that they called, even if it was to tell you how pretty the sky was. It was already hard enough working with Olivia Benson; every time she came near, your heart would clench and your stomach would knot up painfully. It was difficult to breathe, much less speak. And every day, it seemed to get worse. The last thing you needed was to be alone with Olivia for dinner.

As you hung up the phone, your eyes drifted over to Olivia’s office door. It’d be so entirely easy to go in there and accept her offer for dinner. You might even have some fun. But that would be unprofessional. Even if it was an innocent dinner, it would be so much more for you.

So you turned your attention back to your computer and continued working. Sonny was a little disappointed when he realized you let his coffee go cold. You just didn’t have the stomach for it anymore.

Rollins dropped an icepack into your lap before plopping down on the bench next to you. “We should have called for back-up.” She grumbled, rubbing at her sore knuckles.

You glanced at her through the corner of your eye before placing the icepack on your shoulder. The perp pushed you hard into a brick wall; it was a miracle you didn’t hit your head and pass out. “Hey, we got him, didn’t we?”

“Only barely.” Your partner replied in a flat tone. “Could’ve been a lot worse. I wouldn’t be surprised if Benson came in here and yel-“

Just then, the door was roughly thrown open, revealing a very worried, yet very angry Olivia Benson. Rollins straightened up, preparing herself for a scolding about going in without back-up and what if you were killed and you should be smarter than this. You merely looked down to the ground, unwilling to look the Lieutenant in the eye.

“How are you two holding up?” She asked, and her shoes came into view as Olivia came closer to the bench.

Beside you, Amanda shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Good, all things considered.” She replied before lightly nudging your arm. “Though, I think Y/N got the worst of it.”

You forced a smirk on your face, only barely looking over to Rollins. “It’s no big deal, really…”

“No big deal.” Rollins echoed in a sarcastic tone. “You’re lucky you didn’t hit your head. Coulda been a lot more ugly.”

“Listen, Amanda,” Olivia cut in, and your stomach knotted up at the tone of her voice, “can you give us a minute?”

Damn. The last thing you wanted was a chat alone with Olivia. Your hands began to wring together as Rollins stood up, nodding to Olivia on her way out. Half of you wished she would stay. And your eyes squeezed together as the door closed.

Silence stretched between the two of you as Olivia came and sat next to you on the bench. Her leg grazed yours just slightly, but when was the last you’ve actually touched her? Even just a brush when you two are walking down the hall? You couldn’t remember. And that’s why the brushing of your legs felt like a bolt of electricity.

You heard Olivia inhale sharply, but she cleared her throat. “I’m glad you’re alright, first of all.” She mumbled. “Rollins is right; it could have been a lot worse.”

There was a lump in your throat, making it difficult to speak. “I’m fine.” You murmured out.

Once again, the silence overtook anything that either of you wanted to say. Beside you, Olivia let out a low sigh. “Look, I’m not sure what I did to make you not like me. But being a part of the squad means communicating, and-“

“You think I don’t like you?”

Instantly, Olivia turned her head to examine your profile. Her eyes were a little wide in surprise, and for a moment, she wondered if she had mistaken what you said. But then you turned your head and hesitantly met her eyes. There was an initial wave of anxiety, but riding on that was a rather pleasant warm feeling. It was nice to look her in the eye. “What?” Was the only thing Olivia replied with.

Your eyebrows quirked up with sympathy, and a nervous half-smirk was copied by Benson. “I don’t hate you, Lieu. I don’t know why you think I do.”

“You barely look at me these days, much less talk to me.” Olivia replied with a wider smirk.

Her eyes were always so intense; especially upon learning that you didn’t hate her. So intense that you had to once again look away to the floor. Maybe it was time to be honest. Maybe it was time to spill everything. To clear the air between you and your Lieutenant. The words were caught in your throat before you took a deep breath, settling your nerves. This was for the best. This was for the best…

“It’s hard for me to be around you, Liv.” It felt odd to use her name like this, but the conversation was a little too intimate for her last name. “I…feel things that probably aren’t very appropriate between two detectives. And I thought distancing myself might fix it, but that didn’t really work out.”

After what you had just confessed, you turned your head away from Olivia, scared to look her in the eye and see what you might find there. Shock or anger. Maybe even disgust for having feelings for a higher-ranking detective.

But you jumped when you felt her hand grip your knee, and your head turned just slightly so you could see her through the corner of your eye. “They say distance makes the heart grow fonder.” She said softly. “And I think it works both ways.”

You blinked once. Was that a double meaning? Your shock made you turn your head back to look at Olivia. The gentleness of her smile made your heart swell with affection. “Does that mean-?”

Olivia Benson took a chance. Risking both her friendship with you and probably her career. But she leaned forward and carefully delivered a soft kiss. It was a little hesitant, in case you wanted to retreat. But there was an explosion of fireworks behind the kiss that instantly had you hooked. Olivia felt so much better than you ever thought she would.

And when you immediately began kissing her in return, she smiled against your lips. “I means that we should probably close the distance.”

#law and order svu imagine #law and order: special victims unit imagine #olivia benson x reader

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