Hi, I have a Snape x reader imagine idea, absolutely no pressure to write it! Basically you know how extroverts “adopt” introverts? Imagine reader finds Snape one day after the marauders bully him and helps him and since then befriends him, he doesn’t really notice them getting closer and closer but slowly they become inseparable (in my head reader is a bit like Luna Lovegood, this eccentric person and also a very strong witch and everyone knows she’s powerful). They become a couple and when they graduate Snape tells her he wants to join the death eaters. Reader refuses to join with him but also refuses to leave him and they stay together and maybe when he becomes a double spy it’s because she convinces him to join the order and she becomes his only confidante and they stay together through thick and thin.
pairing : severus snape x fem!reader
summary : as in the request
it started on a quiet autumn afternoon by the black lake. severus snape sat under a tree, his knees pulled to his chest, his robes dirtied from yet another cruel prank by the marauders. his hands trembled slightly, clutching the remains of his tattered dignity.
your voice was soft, lilting with that peculiar air of curiosity that always seemed to follow you around. severus stiffened, turning to see you standing a few steps away, your colorful scarf and slightly mismatched socks making you look like you’d wandered out of a dream.
“what do you want?” he snapped, though his voice was quiet, almost hollow.
you didn’t flinch. instead, you crouched down to his level, your eyes wide and filled with an odd sort of warmth. “you’re hurt,” you observed, as if stating a fact about the weather.
“it’s none of your business,” he muttered, curling in on himself.
you didn’t move for a moment, just watching him with that calm, unshakable gaze. then, to his utter confusion, you sat down beside him, crossing your legs and setting your bag on the ground.
“sitting,” you replied simply, pulling out a small tin from your bag. “this is for bruises. my mum taught me how to make it. it works wonders.”
he stared at you, utterly baffled. “why are you helping me?”
you tilted your head, considering the question. “because you look like you could use a friend,” you said finally, handing him the tin.
he wanted to scoff, to tell you to leave, but there was something disarming about the way you said it—so matter-of-fact, as if befriending him was the most natural thing in the world.
“everyone needs someone,” you interrupted, your voice gentle but firm. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. i’ll just sit here.”
you didn’t ask questions or demand answers. you simply sat beside him, your presence as soft and unintrusive as the breeze.
at first, severus was wary of you. he expected you to lose interest, to wander off like everyone else eventually did. but you didn’t. every day, like clockwork, you found him. whether it was in the library, by the black lake, or during potions class.
you didn’t push, didn’t pry. instead, you spoke about peculiar things. how bowtruckles had favorite trees, how you’d once charmed your socks to glow in the dark, or how you believed the castle walls whispered secrets at night. your eccentricity was as baffling as it was endearing, and though severus never admitted it, he found himself looking forward to it.
it was slow, the way you wove yourself into his life. at first, he tolerated you, unsure what to make of your persistence. then, he grew used to you, your presence becoming a quiet comfort. before he knew it, he was waiting for you, scanning the corridors for a glimpse of your familiar scarf.
one winter afternoon, as snow blanketed the grounds, you found him hunched over his potions notes in the library. without a word, you slid into the seat across from him, placing a steaming cup of tea in front of him.
“you looked cold,” you said simply, unwrapping your scarf and draping it over your chair.
he stared at the cup, then at you. “why do you keep doing this?”
you blinked, tilting your head like you always did when you were thinking. “doing what?”
“this.” he gestured vaguely between the two of you. “being… kind.”
your expression softened, and for the first time, he saw something serious beneath your usual whimsical demeanor. “because you deserve it, severus,” you said quietly. “whether you believe it or not.”
he didn’t know how to respond to that. so he didn’t. he sipped the tea instead, the warmth spreading through him in more ways than one.
by the time seventh year rolled around, you were inseparable. you had a habit of linking your arm through his as you walked to class, chattering about everything and nothing. he had a habit of saving you a seat in the library, even if he’d never admit he did it on purpose.
one evening, as you both sat by the black lake, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you turned to him with a soft smile.
“you know, you’re my favorite person,” you said, as casually as if you were commenting on the weather.
his breath caught, his heart stuttering in a way that both terrified and thrilled him. he didn’t respond right away, his gaze fixed on the rippling water.
“you’re mine too,” he finally murmured, so quiet he wasn’t sure you’d heard. but the way your smile widened told him you had.
after graduation, things grew more complicated. when severus told you of his plans to join the death eaters, your heart broke.
“you don’t have to do this,” you pleaded, your hands gripping his. “you’re better than this, severus.”
“i’ve already made my choice,” he said, his voice tight, his eyes avoiding yours.
you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “then so have i,” you said firmly.
his gaze snapped to yours, panic flickering across his face. “you’ll leave?”
“no,” you said, your voice soft but resolute. “but i won’t follow you there. i’ll stay with you, severus, through everything. but i won’t let you lose yourself.”
it was your unwavering loyalty that saved him in the end. when he came to you, broken and hollow after lily’s death, you held him as he wept, your whispers grounding him in a way nothing else could.
“join the order,” you urged him one night, your fingers brushing through his hair. “help them. help yourself.”
“why do you care so much?” he asked, his voice raw.
“because i love you,” you said simply.
and just like that, he realized you had been his light all along. the one person who saw him, who stayed, who believed in him when no one else did.
through every trial, every storm, you stood by him. and for the first time in his life, severus snape dared to hope for something more.
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