Reblog if you’ve ever read a fic that stuck in your mind far after the time you first read it. a fic of any length or genre that meant as much to you as any book. reblog to remind a fic author that their fics have permanence in their readers’ minds ❤️❤️
I love post canon fics where Snape survives, and then he finally meets up with Harry again and it’s like
Harry: I finally respect you as a person, and I am grateful for everything you have done. We could not have won without you and your sacrifices, so thank you.
Tags and warnings: post-war Snape, bodypositive Snape, mention of physical injuries, emotional traumas and unhealthy behavior, bad grammar
Summary: Severus survived after the war and learns how to eat. Let him cook (literally)
Author's note: It's my first fanfic, and my first long text in English. I just wanted to give our favorite dungeon bat some comfort and love 🥺
Special thanks: @faceless-creature for the amazing fanfic idea ❤ @severus-snaps for the gorgeous artworks ❤ Our lord and savior Alan Rickman for everything ❤
The war was over. The Dark Lord was defeated. The horrible wound on Severus' neck and the eerie dark mark on his forearm became nothing more than a pale scars.
Finally, Severus could just exhale and relax. The burden of saving the world fell down from his shoulders.
Severus suddenly realized, how little he knew about his own body. He was a teacher, a potion master, a death eater, a double agent... But before all, he was a human, a living being. Severus neglected his basic needs for a too long, he almost forgot how it feels to be... alive.
Back then, Severus had used to drain himself to exhaustion. It was normal for him to drop almost dead at the couch in the staff room instead of proper sleeping, or to quickly shoving random snacks in his mouth instead of the actual food.
Severus learned to neglect his needs in his childhood, when his family couldn't afford a rich food, comfortable bed and even fitting clothes because of the poverty. Severus carried these habits in his adulthood as well. While wearing the identical black robes wasn't a problem, ignoring the hunger and tiredness in favor to the workaholism obviously wasn't good for him. Severus always had something more important to do, as he thought... Now, Severus himself was a top priority.
Now, the things were changing. And Severus was changing too.
At first, it was a blancmange. Minerva brought this dessert to Severus at St. Mungo's to cheer him up, when his throat had recovered enough and the medwitches allowed him solid food. Severus swallowed the first spoon quickly, but then he stopped, realizing that there was nowhere to hurry. He could take his time, laying in the hospital bed and healing after Nagini's attack. Severus took the second spoon, now slowly, focusing on his sensations. He felt the velvet creamy texture, pleasant cool temperature, delicate almond flavour... The simplest dessert was something mindblowing for Severus, and quickly became his favorite.
After discharge from the hospital, Severus learned how to cook. It wasn't much different from potion brewing - just mix various ingredients together and see what will happen. Slowly but surely, Severus got used to the new feeling... the satiety. Instead of hollow emptiness in his stomach or annoying cramps from eating too fast, Severus felt a pleasant fullness after meals, finally allowing himself to relax and enjoy the food.
After the long years of neglect and ignorance, his body finally got a proper nourishment. A much needed comfort.
Eventually, Severus noticed that his clothes became a bit too tight, especially on his waist... He looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he couldn't count his own ribs anymore. Severus' body had changed.
His face had a healthier color and a softer features, no more sallow paleness, no more deep dark bags under eyes, no more razorsharp cheekbones. His chest and abdomen obviously became softer as well, getting some flesh on them. Severus tried to suck his plump belly in to fit his old clothes, but it didn't work. Then he surrendered and adjusted his robes magically, loosening them to breathe freely without a risk to strain the seams. Severus had to cast the same spell on his trousers too, since his thighs got thicker because of both the rich comforting meals and the long strolls on the fresh air to unwind his mind.
Severus' silhouette in the mirror looked wider and heavier, a stark contrast to his previous slender frame. He sighed and patted his paunchy middle, feeling very self-conscious. He was afraid to be ridiculed, laughed at... But instead, Severus received only love and support.
"I'm glad to see you recovering, Severus," Minerva the headmistress gently smiled to greet him in her office.
“Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.”
Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Gymnastics - 260 words
“I think you’re reading too much into this,” Sirius mutters as he flops onto the bed, burying his face in the sheets and jostling James and his laptop in the process.
“You’re not reading into it enough. He literally asked you out on a date.”
Sirius lets out a small whining huff. “We’re just getting food,” comes the muffled response. “Me and you go for food together all the time, it doesn’t mean he like likes me.”
"No, it means you're both head-over-heels in love with each other and he's the only one who's worked up the guts to actually do something about it," James corrects. “Have you seen the place he’s taking you? I don’t take you out to fancy romantic restaurants, that’s exclusively for people I want to bang.”
Sirius pokes his head out of the pillow, pouting like a petulant child. “So he only wants me for my body?”
“The mental gymnastics you’re pulling to avoid this are astounding. He’s probably at home doodling Remus Black as we speak.”
“Lupin-Black.”
“What?”
The pout shifts into a dopey, lovesick grin. It makes James want to whack him over the head with a pillow. “We’d double-barrel our names.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re both insufferable," James mutters, kicking Sirius in the ribs to make him get up. "Go get ready for your date so you two can make goo-goo eyes at each other without bothering me.”
Sirius reluctantly slides off the bed, slinking out to his own room, with one final protest of “Not a date!”
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