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ONESHOTS
Your Protector
In which secrets are revealed and feelings are shared between you and Severus one summer. comfort/fluff
Domesticity
In which you have a moment of reflection with Severus after the war. fluff
Joy Looks Good on You
In which Severus finds some sketches you had been trying to keep hidden. platonic/fluff
Nothing's Out to Get You
In which you and Severus heal from the war together, physically and mentally. comfort/healing/fluff
A View From Above
In which Severus spends New Year's Eve with you in the Astronomy Tower. fluff
The Yule Ball
In which you throw caution to the wind and ask Severus to be your date to the Yule Ball. fluff
Legilimency, and Other Secrets
In which Severus accidentally lets it slip that he can read your mind. platonic/fluff
OTHER WRITINGS
All Rickmas 2024 prompts I was able to get written here
Various headcanons here
MULTI-CHAPTER WORKS
In Another Life, We Were Golden
Things have changed since you began your time at Hogwarts. On the train ride home after graduation, your mind drifts as you think about your now-lost friendship with Severus Snape. What if you had stayed when he needed you the most? Would things have been different?
Request: Queen! Give us severus x fem reader whoâs love language is to feed him please â¨
Requested by anon
Warnings: none
There were three significant meals you can distinctly remember sharing with Severus.
The first one started out as a peace offering. Something to melt the ice that seemed to coat every word Severus spoke. You had seen glimpses of the warmth he could have, but it vanished as quickly as it came when you accidentally left your potion unstirred for too long. Severus had scrambled to save it, but there was no way to hide the char that had caked on the bottom of your shared cauldron.
Severus stormed off that afternoon after Professor Slughorn reluctantly failed you both on the assignment. Guilt swallowed you like a current in the Black Lake, and you longed to make things right.
The best way to apologize, you decided, was an almond croissant. Fragrant, still warm, wrapped inside a patterned napkin which you had nicked right off one of the dining tables in the Great Hall. In your other hand, a flask of honey tea you had made yourself.
Severus frowned as he stared at the food in your hands, as if it were poison.
âWhatâs this?â He asked. The cautious venom that laced his question indicated you had a ways to go before Severus warmed up to you, as he had done in those rare moments in class.Â
"It's... a way to apologize." You replied softly. "For the shit grade we got on the Potions assignment yesterday. I didn't mean to screw everything up, I swear. I just-"
Severus shook his head, and you briefly noticed the way the edges of his eyes seemed to soften ever-so-slightly as you rushed through your words.
"It's fine." He said tersely. "I wasn't exactly in the right mindset either. I could've done more to help."
A moment passed in silence between the two of you before you nudged your outstretched hands to Severus once more.
"I'm not hungry-"
"Please." You whispered softly. "Please take it. I'll feel really bad if you don't."
Severus frowned at you, a mix of confusion and mild amusement crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, most likely in protest, before sighing in resignation and finally accepting the food and drink you were offering him.
He brought the croissant up, sniffing it quietly in hesitation. He glanced back up at you, before ripping a piece off and extending it to you.
"If you're just going to stand there, you're going to eat too." Severus said bluntly. "No bloody way I'm eating this thing while you stare at me the entire time."
You cracked a smile at his statement, and sat down across from him. Taking a bite of the croissant, you reached for the flask of tea and poured some into the lid before setting it down between the two of you. A small token to share.
"You don't eat dinner much." You observed softly after a few silent bites together. "I rarely see you in the Great Hall."
Severus looked up at you, his eyes widenening slightly in bewilderment. "You noticed?"
You nodded in response. "Sure, I did. There's been times I've wanted to talk to you outside of class, and I never can. You're rarely there."
Severus turned his gaze downwards, and picked up the cup of tea you had left between the two of you. You noticed the way he took a sip and nodded ever-so-slightly in approval.
"You must get hungry if you skip dinner all the time." You whispered. Severus kept his gaze on the tea and took another small sip. He didn't respond right away, and instead set the lid of your thermos back down between the two of you. It might've been your imagination, but you could've sworn Severus finally responded to your question with the tiniest nod.
"Why?" You asked curiously. Severus frowned, a guarded expression filling his eyes as he finally turned his gaze back to you.
"It's better if I'm not there." He replied bitterly, breaking off another piece of croissant to eat.
You opened your mouth to reply, but then decided against it. There was fire in Severus's eyes, an anger you knew better than to question.
You didnât press him further, though the curiosity you suddenly felt seemed to burn a hole in your chest. Swallowing it down, you picked up what was left of the croissant and handed it to him.
"You eat that piece." Severus nodded to you. "I've had my share."
You frowned, wanting to protest that two thirds of a croissant wasn't nearly enough. Severus held your gaze, almost challenging you with an amused glint in your eye.
After a moment, you tore the last of the croissant in two and handed him half.
"We'll split it." You stated in such a way that left no room for him to argue. "Here."
Severus paused, as if waiting for you to change your mind and yank your hand back. You held your hand steadily outstretched, and finally he reached for the piece. His fingertips were cool as they brushed over yours.
The second time you shared a meal, you were far less cautious.
You found Severus, hunched over his desk as usual. Papers lay scattered across his desk, and a small pile of empty ink bottles was beginning to collect in the corner. His dark hair fell into his face as he pored over the assignment in front of him. A faint smell, not unlike burnt toast, lingered in the air. You assumed it was from yet another student brewing their potion wrong in class hours earlier.
âYou skipped dinner again,â you sighed, leaning against the doorframe. You didn't bother knocking anymore, Severus could recognize your presence just by the way your footsteps echoed from down the hall.
Severus didnât look up, but you hear him let out a scoff. âObservant, as always.â
You stepped into his office and around to the other side of his desk. If he wasn't going to look at you, you'd simply go to him. With a sigh, you set down a small paper bag. âYou need to eat.â
âIâm not a child.â
âNo, but you sure act like it sometimes with how stubborn you are.â you countered, pushing the bag closer to him. You caught the glare he gave you as you placed the bag over the top half of the assignment he was marking.
âYou'll find you'll be able to concentrate better if you just bloody eat something.â
"Y/N..."
"Severus."
This time, he didn't argue any further. You took the silence that followed as an opportunity to unpack the meal youâd managed to smuggle out of the kitchens: a small container of garlic roasted vegetables, a bowl of mushroom soup, and a treacle tart youâd swiped straight from the kitchens for dessert.
âIâm grading,â Severus rolled his eyes as he weakly protested your gesture.
"And I'm feeding you." You retorted. Severus looked up at you and sighed in exasperation.
"I don't have time-"
âYou can grade and chew at the same time, can't you?" You slid his dinner across the desk, the finality of your gesture leaving no room for debate. âI can even take over marking assignments for you while you eat. Give you a break you should've taken three hours ago."
He gave you a long, pointed look. âYouâre absurd.â
You just shrugged, nodding in encouragement towards the soup. âSo is starving. Now eat.â
He gave in, finally, picking up the cutlery you placed on the corner of his desk with a sigh. He always gave in when it came to you.
The third meal you shared together came after the war.
Hogwarts was in ruins. The amount of casualties that had occurred had hindered everyone's ability to begin rebuilding the school quickly. Everyone was mentally exhausted from the war, and there was a distinct feeling of change in the air â knowing that things would never go back to how they once were. A feeling of sadness that seemed to permeate through the rubble.
It bogged you down quickly.
You had come back to Hogwarts to help rebuild. Once the foundations of the school were laid back in place, you'd be teaching again too. Minerva had tried to convince you to take some time off first, that they had it under control, but you insisted. You needed something to do with your hands, some kind of outlet for your grief.
You weren't the only one, either.
You'd see Severus in the halls, quietly placing tapestries and portraits back on the walls, all the while avoiding eye contact with everyone. He was the only person who seemed adamant about not using magic to rebuild unless absolutely necessary.
Perhaps he was like you, seeking an outlet. A distraction for all the pain.
It was well past midnight one night when you finally decided to take a break. The furnishings in the Great Hall hadnât been restored yet, so you sat down on the stone floor and pulled your cloak tighter around you. Everyone had gone to bed, but you insisted on completing the cleaning up. Youâd be able to get all the furnishings and tables back in the Great Hall in the morning, and a massive part of the castle would be fully completed.
Just one all nighter. Thatâs all you needed.
You closed your eyes, leaning your head against the cold wall behind you. You couldnât afford much of a break before youâd be falling behind the schedule you so meticulously planned for yourself.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, but the faint smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air suddenly. Your stomach grumbled, and you tried your best to ignore it. Youâd eat later.
Someone cleared their throat, and you finally opened your eyes.
Severus stood above you, his expression solemn. From this angle, you noticed how his dark robes hung a little looser on his frame now than they used to. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held a warmth that felt unfamiliar to you.
âYou didnât come to dinner,â he said simply, crouching down beside you. He handed you a small plate, with a cloth draped over it.
âNo time. I want the Great Hall to be repaired for tomorrow when the students come in to help.â
Severus was quiet, but he nudged the plate towards you again. You gazed at it in curiosity for a moment, before taking the cloth off.
It was a small loaf of sourdough, sliced into quarters. A small square of butter rested on the side of the plate.
âWhatâs this?â you asked, startled.
âSurely youâve seen a loaf of bread before.â He deadpanned.
You gave a quiet laugh, then looked up at Severus again. âNo. I mean⌠thank you.â
He didnât respond right away. Instead, Severus shifted until he was sitting down beside you. His gaze grew distant as he let out a sigh.
âI was thinking about how you used to bring me food,â he said, after a pause. âYou always knew when I needed it. Even though I never asked.â
A small lump in your throat formed as you were taken back to that moment in school together.
âI felt like I was annoying you,â you admitted.
âYou were.â Severus paused, chuckling. He shook his head.
âBut I appreciated it.â His voice was low, quieter than you'd ever heard it. âMore than you may think.â
He cleared his throat, nodding towards the bread expectantly. The memories from years ago still fresh in your mind, you tore off a piece of the bread and handed it to him.
Severus hesitated, and for a moment he was that same young and wary boy you met all those years ago. It was soon replaced with gratitude, and a small smile.
His fingers brushed yours as he took the chunk of bread from you, and you felt warmth. Over your hands, as well as inside your heart.
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Things have changed since you began your time at Hogwarts. On the train ride home after graduation, your mind drifts as you think about your now-lost friendship with Severus Snape. What if you had stayed when he needed you the most? Would things have been different?
A story of what could have been, told in memories that exist only in another universe.
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CHAPTER ONE
No one could have prepared you for the immense wave of grief that crashed over you as you stepped out of your common room for the final time.
Graduation was, strangely, never much of a celebration at Hogwarts. Until now, you never really understood why there was next to no festivities for the significant day â Dumbledore treated Halloween, and every other holiday for that matter, as if it were a week-long national celebration. Food covered every visible surface of the Great Hall tables, music played from every corner of the room, and the joy in the air was always palpable.Â
With graduation though, every year it was the same: a small speech, a light lunch, and then⌠a quiet farewell.
Now that your turn had finally come to depart from Hogwarts once and for all, a part of you finally understood why Dumbledore never made much of a fanfare for graduation. Saying goodbye to the cold castle walls that had held you while you cried, watched you while you crammed in frustration for countless exams, and reverberated with the echoes of your laughs over the course of seven years was something you didnât have the heart to do. Not yet. Maybe not ever.Â
If only you could buy yourself more time.
Your suitcase weighed heavy in your hand as you walked down the corridors towards the Great Hall. The train was to leave in just under an hour, and most of the school was already making their way across the grounds to the station. Your mind wove in and out of memories as you walked, until one memory hit you so vividly, you had to stop in your tracks from the way it nearly knocked you breathless.
You stood in the corridor facing the courtyard. From here, you could see the exact spot where you first met Severus, sitting on the grass by one of the stone arches. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the way the warm air travelled softly over your cheeks just as it did on your very first day all those years ago. A few birds sang in the few trees that lined the courtyard, and for the briefest moment, you saw him there again. Eleven years old, wearing a earth-coloured jumper two sizes too big and grey socks that were torn at the cuff. He hadn't yet gotten his school robes. He had his knees curled up against his chest as he sat there, lost so deeply in a book that he nearly blended into the stone walls, if not for the waves of ink-coloured hair that kept floating gently into his face.Â
Your first friend. For a while, your best friend. And then, a stranger.Â
There was a twinge in your heart as you opened your eyes, the memory of your friend fading away. For the longest time, you told yourself what you did was right. Severus had started hanging out with the wrong crowd, and it scared you a little. Word got around that he was sneaking out of Hogwarts every weekend over the last few months to begin attending Death Eater meetings. You had never confirmed whether or not that was true, but you knew there was no way he'd ever talk to you again. Not with the way you ended things.Â
You never found any friends that understood you the way Severus did. Not really. Now that everyone was going their separate ways, the only thing you longed for was the company of your once-closest friend. Picking your suitcase up off the ground with a sigh, you continued your walk to the train station, leaving the courtyard and its memories behind you. The grounds were near empty.
In every way, you were alone. The thought weighed heavy on your heart, like dark murky water that was slowly filling you up from the inside.Â
You exchanged half-hearted smiles with the few people you encountered as you reached the station. The conversations that echoed out from inside the train cars filled your ears like the drone of bees. A part of you prayed for an accident, a mechanical error with the train, something, anything, that would keep you stuck at Hogwarts a while longer. This wasn't the way you wanted it all to end.Â
You didn't trust your voice as Hagrid took your suitcase from you to load onto the train. His warm eyes met yours as you mustered up your best smile, and he patted your shoulder comfortingly before ushering you onto the train. A wordless goodbye in his own way, and your last time seeing Hagrid. Your last train ride. Your last time at the Hogwarts station. It was all very final, and it left you with a prickly feeling in your throat.Â
And then, as if to twist the knife in even further, you saw Severus.Â
He sat in a train car to your right with a group of other Slytherins. You knew immediately that one of them was Lucius Malfoy, the white-blond hair was a dead giveaway. The other three... their names escaped you. But it didn't matter, not anymore. You no longer held a place in Severus's life. There was no room in that train car for you, and there never would be.Â
Your heart twinged as you locked eyes with Severus. You didn't pause on your walk through the train, and the eye contact only lasted a split second. But still, as his dark eyes met yours, you could've sworn there was a flash of sadness reflected in them. Regret, even.
Then again, maybe it was just you. Maybe you were projecting.
You settled in a cabin towards the back of the train, and shut the door before anyone else could come in and join you. The only thing worse than living through this slow and painful goodbye was having to spend the next few hours making small talk with another student you barely knew.Â
You hated the way you glanced at the door. As if Severus would have followed you all the way back here, as if he would have wanted to speak to you. The days of saving each other seats on the train, sharing snacks and gazing out the window as the countryside rolled on by were long over. It was a different time now.Â
Take me back.
Even the train whistle sounded melancholy as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station and began its journey back to King's Cross. You folded your arms over your chest with a sigh and leaned your head back against the seat.Â
Take me back, take me back, take me back.
The gentle movement of the train car had you closing your eyes, and soon you found yourself being lulled somewhere between sleep and an aware - yet quiet - stillness. Somewhere within, a door opened and you let yourself fall backwards into it.
Take
Me
Back.
You were hit with the most severe sense of deja vu as you looked around. You had stood in this exact spot in the Great Hall before. The owl that just flew above your head with a blue letter clutched in its talons... that had happened before too, you remembered it from some faraway memory.Â
You looked to your right and, just as your eyes landed on Severus seated at a table in the corner, you began moving before you could even convince yourself otherwise.
What the hell were you doing? You couldn't just go up and-
"We need to talk."Â
The words spilled out of you as if by force, and your blood ran cold as it all came flooding back to you.
This was a memory. The last time you ever spoke to Severus.Â
Your knees went weak as Severus looked up at you, his eyes lighting up as he tugged his textbook closer to him to allow you more room. You sat down, and your palms felt sweaty. You pressed them hard against your thighs as you dreaded what was coming next.
"Hello to you too," Severus smirked.
He's going to reach for the toast next.
Sure enough, there he went, passing you a piece of toast off his plate. Your stomach grumbled, which was odd. You remembered being so nervous that morning that you nearly felt sick. You shook your head, but inside you cursed yourself. You were hungry this time around, and you would've said yes. It felt as though you weren't in control of your body at all.
Severus shrugged, biting off the edge of the toast before setting it back on the plate.
"Is this about the Amortentia assignment?" He asked as he turned a page in his textbook. "Because like I said, I can help you study after dinner tonight. You have no reason to be nervous, it's easier than it looks."
'This isn't about Potions', you remembered replying.
"This isn't about Potions."
Shit.
This was absolute torture. You were living through the worst memory of your life, anticipating every moment while being in control of none of it. All you could do was sit back and brace yourself.
Severus leaned back a little, finally closing his textbook. "What's on your mind, then?"
Your heart raced as you braced yourself for the words that spilled out of your mouth and signalled the beginning of the end. Yet... they never came.Â
Your mind was silent.
You looked up for a moment, and for the first time you noticed the way the sunlight filtered through the window above you. Golden light cascaded downwards.Â
The sun was shining the day you ended things, you realized. It was a beautiful day, and you had no idea.Â
"...hello?"
You glanced back at Severus, who was frowning in confusion. A small smirk appeared on his face. "Today would be nice, I think."
I don't think we should be friends anymore.Â
You opened your mouth, preparing yourself for the worst. Silence, again. You raised your hand, and to your surprise you were in control of your own movements. You reached for the piece of toast on his plate effortlessly, much to his amusement.Â
As your gaze met Severus's, all you could see was the look in his eyes on the train what felt like only moments earlier. That, in itself, was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
"I just..." you whispered. "I'm grateful you're my friend."
Severus blinked at your statement, but he softened. He gave you a confused smile, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards ever-so-slightly.Â
"Merlin, Y/N, what possessed you this morning?" Severus chuckled, shaking his head. You took a bit of the toast, sighing softly.
"Nothing," you shook your head. "But I do mean it. I don't say it enough."Â
Severus smirked at you for a moment longer, before the intensity of your gaze made him realize you were serious. He nudged your foot under the table.Â
"I'm not good with this sort of thing," he admitted, lowering his gaze to his textbook. "But... it helps to hear that. A lot."
You could have sobbed right there on the spot. You thought of the words you had originally said, and you hated the thick fog of guilt that spread through your lungs.Â
"Hey," Severus gave a small huff of a laugh. "You look as though you're about to fall to bits."
"I..."Â
You fell short of words as you trailed off. You couldn't begin to describe the relief that filled you as you realized today wasn't going to end with Severus slamming his textbook shut. You weren't going to be left at the Great Hall table feeling sick to your stomach as you fought the urge to watch your closest friend sever all ties with you.Â
You had a clean slate ahead of you now, and you were determined to not fuck things up as you did once before.Â
Severus stood up, and for a split second your heart lurched as he closed his textbook. Yet, he didn't walk away. Instead, he walked around the table to your side of the bench, and sat down next to you.
"I know when you're anxious, don't try to lie to me." He murmured softly. "Will it help if I cancel my study block with Lucius? Spend more time helping you with Amortentia instead, to prepare for tomorrow?"
You nodded almost frantically. Except, unbeknownst to Severus, it wasn't about the Amortentia. You were simply grateful to be spending time with him at all.
The fact that he was giving up his other friends for you? That was almost unheard of.Â
Severus stood up, extending a hand to you. Warmth travelled up your wrist when your palms touched as he helped you up.
"Come on then." He smiled. "Let's go study."
Somewhere, unseen to any Muggle or wizard eye, a thin strand of time split clean down the middle. It diverged, and then stopped, as if to wait for the next events to unfold and blossom at their own pace. From here, you had every possibility ahead of you.
All of it, shining and golden and yours. Another chance.Â
Legilimency, and Other Secrets (Teen!Snape x Reader)
Request: Severus snape x reader. Severus use a legilimency on reader. She finds out by Severus answering something she hasn't said yet. She is little bit in shock but in good way.
Requested by anon
A/N: I've always wondered, how did Severus begin learning Legilimency? Was it always a skill he had? Was it something he did for fun in his spare time, or was it more for survival?
This lil fic goes into the lighter side of it -- what if it really did just start out as a fun lil hobby for him? hehe enjoy :)
Severus was acting strange lately.
You couldn't put your finger on it, not exactly, but there was something different about him. He seemed quieter than normal. More solemn. You saw it in the way he'd complete his assignments in the library, he'd be halfway through a sentence and then he'd abruptly stop writing. His jaw would clench ever-so-slightly, and then he'd start glaring at his parchment as if he were trying to burn a hole right through it.
"You're staring again." Severus's low voice snapped you back into reality. You blinked, folding your arms across your chest as you leaned back in your chair.
"You're doing that thing again." You retorted.
"What thing?"
"I don't know, you're staring at your assignment as if it might snap up and bite your face off any second."
"I'm concentrating." He replied slowly, picking up his quill and going back to writing. You sighed, not fully satisfied with Severus's answer, and went back to reading.
Almost like clockwork, it happened again. Mid-sentence, Severus stopped writing and stared at his assignment. You glanced up with a frown, observing the distant look that filled his eyes.
"You're doing it again, Y/N."
"So are you!" You exclaimed, only to wince a moment later as a few aggressive shushes filled the library. You leaned forward, lowering your voice to a whisper. "Severus, I swear on Merlin's beard, if Sirius is coming after you again-"
Severus rolled his eyes. "This has nothing to do with him. Or Potter, or anyone else."
"Then why are you acting so weird?"
As Severus opened his mouth to protest, you rolled your eyes.
"I've known you for seven years. You're my best friend, I can describe your routine in my sleep. Someone could break that window right over there and it still wouldn't interrupt you from writing. Don't even bother trying to tell me nothing's wrong."
You can be so stubborn sometimes.
Severus frowned, his gaze suddenly snapping up to you.
"Look who's talking." He retorted. "I'm stubborn? You're the one who won't ever let me help you with Potions, and you nearly failed the class last year because of it!"
You gaped at him as you slowly closed your book and pushed it out of the way.
Did you just...?
Severus swore under his breath and threw his quill down onto the table in resignation. He shook his head in defeat.
"Well, secret's out I guess." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair.
"What the bloody hell was that!?" You hissed. Your mind was reeling as you tried to find a logical explanation for what just happened. Severus responded with the tiniest smile.
"My latest project." He answered simply. "I was going to tell you eventually, but I wanted it to be perfect."
"Your latest project..." You shook your head in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that you've just been casually practicing Legilimency this entire time?"
Severus met your gaze, answering your question with nothing but a sheepish grin. You laughed in awe.
"Do it again." You nodded in encouragement. Severus rolled his eyes after a moment's pause.
"You have to think of something other than Legilimency first. At least make it somewhat of a challenge."
"Oh. Right." You looked down for a moment, concentrating on the first thought that popped into your mind. Something that would be hard for Severus to pick up on.
Your mind went to the Amortentia potion you had to make in class last month. One of the few things you had brewed properly. No one was obligated to share what theirs smelled like, and you decided to keep yours secret even though Severus had pestered you relentlessly about it. You never forgot its scent, though: amber and spices, something similar to cloves, and just a hint of something clean and soapy. Almost floral, now that you thought about it-
"Y/N..."
Your eyes met Severus's. His cheeks were tinged pink as he gaped at you without a word. You felt your own cheeks heat up as you looked away.
"I guess you saw that, huh?" You asked softly. Severus leaned forward, and you felt his gaze burning into you. His dark eyes seemed to glow with emotion intense enough to intimidate you. You had to look away. You were glad to be sitting down, the way he was gazing at you made your knees weak.
"It's bergamot." He whispered. You blinked, your eyes finally meeting his in confusion.
"Huh?"
"That floral scent you were wondering about," Severus laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. "It's bergamot. I found the soap in Hogsmeade during our last outing there. I had no idea you noticed it."
You pressed your lips together, looking away. You had thought it would be funny, almost ironic, to reveal what your Amortentia smelled like. Now that it was actually happening, you weren't expecting things to get this real or intense.
Severus frowned in thought for a moment, before turning his gaze back to you.
"Um, could you look at me?" He asked softly. "I want to try something. And try not to blink."
Your heart raced, but you managed to maintain eye contact with him. Your chest tightened as you felt a nudge somewhere in the back of your mind. There was a pause that followed where everything inside you felt empty, and then suddenly you smelled it. Your soap, the scent of your laundry, and the lotion you'd sometimes use. All wrapped up in one.
Severus smiled, though there was still nervousness in his eyes, as you realized what was happening. He was in your mind, sharing his own memory with you. You were experiencing everything he did that day.
"Since you shared your Amortentia with me..." He said softly as the last few scents faded from your mind. There was a gentle pressure, almost like a little bubble being popped, as Severus left your mind. "I figured I might as well do the same."
"You just went into my mind." You gasped in awe. He nodded.
"I've never done that before. I needed your permission, through eye contact, I think. I have to admit, I didn't think it would work as well as it did. But... I guess my secret's out now."
"More than one secret, I would say." You laughed to try and shake off the shock and excitement that filled your heart. It did little to make any of your feelings dissipate.
"I'll be honest," Severus spoke softly, a touch of an anxious quiver perceptible in his voice. "I'm not too sure where to go from here."
"Me neither." You admitted honestly. "We're still friends, right? Like... knowing all this, does it change anything between us?"
Severus shook his head vehemently. "I don't want anything to change. At least, not for the worse. We're still friends. Definitely still friends."
You nodded, and a thought popped into your mind.
...Maybe more?
Severus glanced up at you, inhaling sharply. He blushed almost as soon as the thought crossed your mind, and you knew that he had heard you.
18+ only for reasons obviously mentioned in title above. MDNI, please and thank you!
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
He gravitates to you immediately. Limbs intertwined, holding you close as if the world might end. Severus always needs to feel you, to have a hand on you in some way just to remind himself that you're real, that what the two of you just shared was real.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Severus doesn't really like anything about himself. If you were to ask him to pick something, I'm pretty sure he'd just frown and close himself in emotionally a bit. He's still learning how to love himself that way.
He loves your hands -- being able to lace his fingers through yours, feeling you holding him close. It keeps him grounded.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I honestly think he'd feel really awkward and uncomfortable at first about finishing with you literally right there with him. He's not used to having someone else in the room.
Once he grows more comfortable with you though, Severus would want to cum inside you. His possessive side starts to show the more he's with you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Sometimes he'll read your mind to figure out what fantasies you have and what you're willing to try. He's a bit too afraid to straight up ask you, so he'll use Legilimency on you.
You do notice it, that little nudge at the back of your thoughts that feels a little off. You know it's him, but you find it kind of sweet and hot in a way. So you keep it secret too.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
I would say Severus had a fair bit of experience after Hogwarts, during his time with the Death Eaters. He's good at the physical aspect of sex, but the emotional aspect is what throws him off.
He's not used to so many emotions at once, and the overwhelm makes him fumble a bit more than he would expect.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Having you on top. Severus is a switch but I really feel like he gravitates more towards being a sub when he's with you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's an anxious mess for the first few times with you. I feel like once he sees you laugh, or even just smile, it's enough to help him lighten up a bit and just be present with you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Since being with you, he puts a bit more effort into self-care overall but it's not a super huge focus for him just yet. He's still learning how to prioritize himself without feeling uncomfortable doing so.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Oh my god don't even get me started. Fingers lacing through yours, neck kisses, Severus murmuring your name over and over between breaths.
This man worships you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He'd only masturbate if he were desperate -- it was never something he felt he could enjoy and sometimes he still struggles with the guilt. He'd honestly much rather let that tension build up until you're able to be together again.
Be prepared to not get a single minute of sleep if that's the case ooo boy
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
One kink I think it would take Severus a while to work up the courage to tell you about is his desire to be blindfolded. To see only through touch and put all his trust in you.
One day, he'll tell you about it. But like everything else with Severus, it will take some time.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
In bed. He's much too careful to risk getting caught anywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Feeling your hands run through his hair. He's not sure why that gesture specifically turns him on so much, but he practically melts on the spot as soon as he feels your fingers.
Severus will very nearly fall apart if you tug his hair gently. It's his biggest weakness.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Nothing degrading, for either person. Hits too close to home, too many memories resurface. He's not a huge fan of BDSM either, for similar reasons.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Severus would much rather prefer to give than receive. He's still getting used to this whole trust and letting go thing when it comes to sex, and not to mention, where does he put his hands?? He's quite awkward about it when he's receiving, he overthinks everything. He's more comfortable giving, plus the sounds you make really turn him on.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual always except when he's had a particularly rough day, and you happen to visit while he's still emotionally charged.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan. Reminds him too much of his Death Eater days. He'd much rather take his time with you, because you deserve that attention and love and care.
The only time I could see him taking you up on a quickie is if the two of you were at a party, and he had had a drink or two. Enough to get his mind off the past, at least.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Depends on what it is. He's got constant fears that it'll either be triggering in some way, or he might hurt you. It would take a lot of talks and reassurance, but eventually he'll learn that you're a safe person, and you share a safe space together.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I think one or two. Emotionally, it's a lot for him. Some days, he needs the aftercare more than he needs the sex itself.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, but I could definitely see him inventing new spells to try on/with you after enough time together. Mostly on you, though. He's often finding new ways to please you beyond traditional means.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I feel like most of the time Severus does it unintentionally. He'll get too carried away with caressing your skin without realizing it, until you start quietly begging to get on with it already. He'd never admit it, but it turns him on.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's pretty quiet, the most you'd get are gasps or your name moaned softly.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Severus can get possessive, and this is also when he becomes more reckless and risky. Sex at a party in a coat closet because he saw someone else trying to make a move on you? Absolutely. Pulling you into the darkness just long enough to leave a mark on your neck, reminding you of who holds your heart? There's no stopping him. Leaning in to whisper something to you, only to bite your ear gently as both reassurance and a warning? Hell yeah.
If he can't find a way to get you alone easily after seeing someone getting too close to you, you can bet he'd keep a hand on you at all times.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Remember that scene from Order of the Phoenix? Yeah. Enough said.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Severus does have his low moments, but they're less frequent since you've been in his life. Sometimes it's almost as if his sex drive keeps increasing. He just can't get enough of you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sleep has never come easy for him, but it takes a shorter time to fall asleep after sex than it usually does. It helps if you're the big spoon, too. That extra comfort makes a huge difference.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Severus is honestly pretty bad at showing affection at first. Not because it makes him uncomfortable, but because he's just never really experienced it before. It takes a while for him to learn from your own displays of affection, but once he gets the hang of it, he's like your own personal shadow (although he still won't do PDA).
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Becoming friends with Severus as teenagers at Hogwarts would be different from befriending him as adults. I think it would definitely be easier to earn his trust if the two of you knew each other when you were younger. He'd definitely be harder to connect with as an adult, but if you continued to show that he could trust you, he'd be unquestionably loyal as a best friend.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He'd never admit it of course, but he loves it. Especially after a long day, either on the couch or in bed. He wouldn't really have a preference of how you cuddled, as long as he was able to hold you. I think it would be really grounding for him to be able to hold you in his arms, and cuddling would be something that Severus really valued.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I don't think Severus would want to settle down until after the war -- mostly to not put you in danger. He'd try his best to not entertain the idea and get his own hopes up in fear of losing everything good that he has, including you. Only after the war would he finally allow himself to consider settling down with you. He'd also take a liking to cooking, seeing how similar it is to Potions. He's good at cleaning, except when it comes to his own workspace. It's organized chaos there.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Due to events in his past, Severus wouldn't be the best at breaking up. Ideally, if he's dating someone, it's for the long run. He's made his choice very carefully and he knows it's not something he can back out of lightly. One of the only situations I feel he'd break up with you is if your life was in danger as a result of him being associated with the Death Eaters. He'd most likely disappear out of your life overnight like a ghost, with nothing but a letter to let you know the reasoning behind his decision.
I still he'd still try to look for you in the future though, just to make sure you were okay.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I feel like this is similar to the domesticity one earlier. Severus is in no rush to get married, mainly because why on earth would anyone want to marry him? It's a subject he can't seem to wrap his head around, and I think it would take some time living together in safety for him to see that he really does want to take that next step and marry you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
I know I've mentioned this in previous posts, but Alan Rickman once said in an interview that he envisioned Severus as someone who never raises his voice. I stand by that, and I think that would translate to physical touch too. He's always gentle with you, as if he's worried that at any moment, you might break.
Emotionally, it's a bit of a different story. He's still trying to learn that he's safe, and that you won't leave suddenly. Sometimes he can be colder than he means to be, but overtime you'll melt his heart.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
You have no idea how touch starved Severus is. Heâd never admit it, but he adores your hugs. He often holds your embrace for as long as he can, almost trying to memorize the way your arms wrap so effortlessly around him. He doesnât often initiate hugs, but heâd never turn away from one offered.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Severus really isn't good with this sort of thing, so you'll see this translated more through his actions than his words. Making your favourite breakfast in the morning, taking a day off to spend with you after you'd had a bad day, holding you when he sees you need comfort without you needing to even ask, that sort of thing.
He'll always respond if you tell him you love him, though it might feel foreign to him at first. He's a bit more comfortable with it if you initiate.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
Don't even get me started. Severus trusts you, but he doesn't trust other people. If he were to walk into a room and see you talking with someone else, especially if it were someone he didn't like from the start, he'd be right there in an instant. He'd place a hand on the small of your back, both to show who held your heart as well as to make sure you knew you were protected.
Once the two of you were alone, though, he'd make sure you knew you were his.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
I think it really depends on what the mood is. Sometimes his kisses are soft and reserved, as if you're made of glass and could crack at any moment, and other times it's as if you're his very lifeline.
I think he'd be quite fond of neck kisses, both giving and receiving.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
I think being around children reminds him too much of his work. Spending time with kids, and not in a teaching setting either, isn't something I can ever see him voluntarily wanting to do.
That being said, I think his heart would melt a little if he saw you with kids, if you liked them of course. He'd enjoy watching you interact with them more than he'd enjoy being with them himself.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are quiet and calm. Seveus is usually the first one awake, but he'd have your favourite drink ready to go by the time you wake up. He doesn't speak too much in the mornings, but he's content to just be in your presence. Sometimes he'll rest his hand over yours during breakfast, just to remind himself that you're real.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Whether it's sharing a drink before bed, or curling up together by the fire, I think Severus would always want to be close to you physically at night. Lots of soft touches, forehead kisses, things to keep him centred and grounded with you.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
I think if you got to know Severus as a young student, he'd share a lot with you in a short amount of time. I don't think he'd be aware of it though, given that he's never really had an outlet for all the things that happened throghout childhood.
Later on though, I think it would take him a long time to open up. It gets even more complicated when he's a double agent, because knowing too much could put your life at risk. I think you'd have to treat Severus like a riddle and use the pieces you witness to put his story together in full.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
There are only a few topics that set Severus off quite easily: his father, betrayal in general, and his commitment to Dumbledore.
He would never be angry at you though, unless it was something from the list above. Despite so many students being afraid of him, Severus does strangely have the patience of a saint... most of the time.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Severus remembers everything. I'm sure Legilimency has something to do with it, but he'll find a way to remember every detail especially when it comes to things that bring you joy, or your preferences.
He tries to forget his own past, so being able to remember details about you gives him a chance to give his mind a break from his own memories.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When he realized you see him completely. Not just as someone to mock, or something to take your anger out on, or someone to use for their knowledge.
You see him for who he is, and when Severus finally realizes that for certain, a weight seems to drop off his shoulders. He'd live in your loving gaze for eternity, if he could.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
This man would sacrifice himself ten times over if it meant protecting you, and he wouldn't think twice about it. I don't think he'd let you protect him if he found out you were trying to -- if something were to happen to you in the process, he'd never forgive himself.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
I really feel like Severus would struggle with the concept of anniversaries at first. He never had adults in his life who set good examples and had a healthy relationship with each other. To him, it might as well be a story in a foreign language.
He'd be really good at the everyday things though, and I think that's because deep down he's got a gentle heart. Seeing you happy makes him feel safe and loved.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
I think the worst one is that he would shut down in conflict. His mind would jump to conclusions very quickly, and he'd go down some bad rabbit holes as a result.
Conflict resolution isn't exactly a strength of his, and I think it would take a lot of patience to properly talk through conflict with him once the intial emotions blow over. Every fight feels like the end of the world to him, and it'll take a lot of reassurance to let him know you're not going anywhere.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
I wouldn't say he's concerned in a vanity sense, more in an insecure way. You'll never see Severus actively fussing with his appearance, but his mind would be running a mile a minute about whether he looked presentable enough to you, whether or not he was still attractive to you, that sort of thing.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Severus once scoffed at the idea of having a soulmate. He didn't think it possible to ever feel as though he were incomplete without someone, because all his life he had been made to feel incomplete as-is. The longer he spends with you, the more he finally understands what it means to be whole.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
I think Severus is really good at reading body language. If you're in an uncomfortable situation, or upset and trying to hide it, he'll know right away. You barely need to speak what's on your mind, he'll know how you're feeling just by the way you open the door when you get home.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
Very few things come to mind, but I don't think Severus would tolerate being someone who lies often. He needs stability from honesty, especially after what has happened in his past. I think he'd have a very low tolerance when it came to dishonesty in relationships.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He often struggles with insomnia, especially after the war, so I think he'd spend a lot of nights just lying awake and holding you. It keeps his mind from racing too much.
On good nights when he's able to get some sleep, though, I think the two of you might unconsciously shift so that you're the one holding him through the night. That extra comfort helps him stay asleep.
Or, that time you made a hasty decision the day of the Yule Ball.
Word Count: 3,500
Warnings: social anxiety
âFor the last time, I said Iâm not going.â
You sighed in exasperation as you followed Severus down the hall. You had to nearly run to keep up with his strides as he made his way to the library.
âCome on, Sev!â You protested. âThe Yule Ball only happens once every few years. Weâre graduating at the end of the year, weâll never have another chance like this-â
Severus scoffed as the two of you walked into the library. âGood.â He nearly spat out. âThatâs one less thing I have to worry about while Iâm here.â
You couldnât help but glare at your best friend as the two of you settled in at the usual small table in the far corner of the library. There wasnât much natural light, and despite your numerous suggestions to try sitting at another table, Severus remained adamant about sitting at this one. It was hidden out of sight and close to the restricted section, just how he liked it.
âDid you finish the Charms homework? Iâve got it next and I canât figure out the last few questions. Theyâre worded stupidly.â Severus muttered as he unpacked a stack of books from his bag. You nodded absentmindedly, passing him your textbook and three sheets of parchment containing the answers. âOh, thank Merlin,â he muttered. In turn, he handed you his potions textbook.
âHere.â He nodded. âSlughornâs got the instructions all wrong, and weâre not allowed to work in pairs. I wonât be able to help you, so copy what I wrote to prepare for Mondayâs assignment.â
You smiled gratefully for your friendâs help, and opened your own textbook to the matching page. You found it almost impossible to concentrate, however, and you found yourself doodling absentmindedly in the margins of your textbook instead.
âDonât tell me youâre still thinking about that bloody Yule Ball.â Severusâs bitter tone snapped you out of your thoughts as his eyes shifted down to gaze scrutinizingly at your drawings. You sighed, silently cursing how well he knew you.
âWellâŚâ
âLook, donât let me stop you from going.â Severus threw his hands up defensively. âYou go. Have fun or something. But donât expect me to be there tonight.â
You frowned, earning a mirrored glare from your best friend. âItâll be no fun without you.â
Severus breathed out a small laugh. âItâll be no fun with me there either.â
âSev!â
âWhat?â He asked innocently.
âIâm serious!â You exclaimed.
âSo am I, Y/N!â
You leaned back in your chair and sighed. After a moment, Severus relented.
âLook, Iâm sorry but itâs just not my thing.â He continued, his tone a little gentler this time. âYou know I hate crowds. And chances are, Sirius and his stupid cult are going to be there too.â
You couldâve sworn you saw a flash of anxiety in Severusâs eyes for a moment.
âBesides,â he continued, looking down. âWhoâd be insane enough to ask me to dance? No oneâs bothered yet, and I doubt anything will change in the next five hours.â
You hated the way he laughed bitterly at himself, shaking his head as he went back to copying your Charms homework.
You took a deep breath. This wasnât exactly the way you wanted to admit your feelings to Severus, but you didnât want to leave the conversation where it was either.
âIâd want to dance with you.â You whispered softly, shutting your textbook and sliding it to the side. Severus flashed you a halfhearted smile as he kept writing.
âThanks. But I donât need you feeling sorry for me.â
âNo,â you shook your head, frowning. You could feel your heart begin to pick up its pace, but nevertheless you continued. âI-Iâm serious, I want to go with you.â
Severus paused his note-taking, but kept his head down. You couldâve sworn the entire library heard the way your heart was racing in those few moments before he spoke again.
âYou want to go with me?â Severus asked softly, and your heart nearly broke at the disbelief that laced his tone. âWith me? And not just as friends? Am I understanding that correctly?â
You nodded, unable to form any words.
Severus blinked. âWhy?â He asked after another few quiet moments of processing your statement. âIâm not fun or anything.â
âOh bloody hell Severus,â you mutter, letting your forehead rest against the desk with a small thunk. At least this way you could hide the heat that was quickly rising to your face. âItâs not just about you being fun. Do I really need to spell this out for you?â
âYes, because Iâm afraid Iâm really not following.â
âI like you.â You managed to get out, albeit a bit muffled. âAnd I want you to be my date to the Yule Ball.â
ââŚis this why you havenât shut up about the Yule Ball nearly all week?â Severus asked softly, his eyes widening in realization. You were ready to throw yourself out the nearest window, but of course Severus had to pick the spot in the library without any.
âMerlin, yes, fine. Thatâs the reason why I keep bringing it up.â
Severus frowned as realization dawned on his face. The faintest tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks as he gazed at you.
âOh.â
Bloody hell, this was more painful than you had imagined.
âItâs fine,â you muttered hastily. âYou really donât have to go, itâs okay. I know it makes you uncomfortable, and youâve made it clear already that you donât want to go-â
âIâll go with you.â
Your eyes widened as Severus cut you off quietly.
âWait⌠really?â
He nodded. âYeah. If this means so much to you that you want me there as your date and not just your friend, Iâll go.â
Your heart raced as your best friendâs words sank in. He said yes. You were going to the Yule Ball together.
The bell signalling the end of free period chimed gently throughout the library, and Severus began packing up his books. âIâm off to Charms. Thanks again for the answers. Iâll meet you in the Great Hall at six, bottom of the staircase.â
You managed a nod, and Severus gave your shoulder a small squeeze before walking out of the library. As you packed up your own things, you couldnât help but replay the conversation over and over in your mind. Severus never outwardly admitted he liked you back, but he agreed to be your date tonight. Surely that was a good thing⌠right?
The next few hours leading up to the Yule Ball passed excruciatingly slowly. You could barely concentrate throughout the rest of your classes, and every passing minute seemed to stretch on for eternity. All you could think about was Severus. He really was going to be your date tonight.
By some long-awaited miracle, classes finally came to an end, and you soon found yourself standing in front of the full length mirror in your dorm. You smoothed your hands over your outfit nervously, shifting your body as you glanced at yourself from all angles.
You werenât used to wearing such formal clothes. The outfit you chose had initially taken your breath away when you saw it in the shop window in Hogsmeade, with its elegant gold trim. But now that it was on you instead of the shop mannequin, now that it was almost time, you were having second thoughts. Would Severus think it was good enough? Would he like it?
You shook your head in frustration, trying your best to shake those thoughts out of your head. He was your best friend! Youâd been inseparable since first year, why now of all times were you suddenly so worried about what he thought of you?
Well⌠you knew why. But you pushed those thoughts away.
With a sigh and one final tug of your outfit, you quickly slipped on your shoes and headed out of your common room towards the Great Hall. No going back now.
The corridors were filled with other students as they all began making their way down to the Great Hall with their dates. Some glanced at you briefly before continuing on. You felt exposed, and suddenly a part of you was beginning to regret going to the Yule Ball in the first place.
As you made your way down the stairs, you could spot Severus from a mile away. He had his back to you, and was dressed in all black. Unlike the majority of the other students, he wasnât wearing a suit. Most likely due to the fact that he didnât own one, and had no time to go looking for one between when you had asked him to the Yule Ball and now. But Merlin, he cleaned up nicely.
He wore a black silk dress shirt with a pair of black slacks, and had tied his hair back for the occasion. As you approached and tapped his shoulder gently, he turned around and you noticed he was wearing a simple silver chain over his shirt. You were so used to seeing him in his school robes most days, and old baggy jumpers on weekends, that this time Severus quite literally took your breath away.
Though he tried to hide it, you caught the way his eyes widened as he took in your own appearance. Severus fidgeted awkwardly with his hands, and you noticed he had even gone so far as to put on two silver rings to complement the chain he was wearing. You felt your cheeks heat up.
âHi.â You managed to get out. Severus gave you a lopsided smile in return.
âHello.â
You could feel your heart beating rapidly. In your mind this entire situation played out so smoothly, but now that you were here at the Yule Ball, with Severus as your actual date, it felt as though your brain was quickly shutting down all function. Severus nodded at your outfit.
âYou look, uh, wow.â
You pressed your lips together, looking down. âGod, itâs that bad isnât it?â
âNo!â Severus replied quickly, his eyes wide with worry. âNo, thatâs not⌠I just mean, you look really nice. Sorry.â
The awkward tension was broken ever so slightly as Severus laughed at himself, while you breathed out a tiny laugh of relief.
âIâm no good at this,â he shook his head. âSorry.â
Severus lifted a hand to drag it through his hair as you often noticed heâd do when nervous, only to pause halfway once he realized his hair was all pulled back. Instead, he crossed his arms awkwardly over his chest.
âI really like your outfit.â You said softly. You could feel your nerves slowly fading away the longer you stood here with Severus. It was a relief to know you werenât the only one who was more than a little scared. He gave you a small smile.
âI donât own a suit, so this is the best I could do.â
âItâs really nice. And I like the way you did your hair.â
God, this was your best friend, the one person you spent hours nearly every day with! Why was it suddenly so hard to just be normal?
Severus nodded towards the Great Hall, where everyone had begun to gather in the middle of the large room. âWell, should we go in, then?â
You turned your head to gaze into the Great Hall, noticing the way everyone seemed to move around as if this was the most natural thing in the world. You thought back to how a number of students gazed at you as you walked through the castle to meet Severus only moments earlier, and your stomach flip flopped. You didnât usually get this nervous, but as the first few notes from the orchestra began to play, signalling the first dance was going to begin soon, you suddenly wished to be anywhere else but here.
âAre you okay?â Severus asked gently. You could see the concern etched across his face as he gazed at you. âYouâve turned a bit pale.â
âIâŚâ
All you could think about was how this was actually happening. Severus was actually your date, and in a matter of seconds youâd have to dance together. In front of the entire school. Hell, even the teachers would be watching you two together.
It was an idea you had dreamed about, but now you felt like a coward. Everything was happening too fast.
âIâm sorry. Iâll be right back.â
Before Severus could say anything, you bolted in the opposite direction, down the hall. You heard Severus calling your name from behind, but you kept running. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you nearly crashed through the door to the bathroom, and locked yourself in a stall.
Back in the library earlier today, you hadnât realized just what your words would entail when you asked Severus to go with you to the Yule Ball. You were picturing the two of you, laughing and joking together as you stood in the corner, drinking punch and giggling whenever someone tried to dance and tripped over their own feet. You didnât think Severus wouldâve taken your offer so seriously, you had never seen him this way before. You were naive to think that everything would remain the same after so casually admitting your feelings to him.
You wanted him in a way you had never fully allowed yourself to feel until now, and it scared you. Especially since all eyes would be on the two of you tonight as well. It felt smothering.
The creak of the door interrupted your thoughts, and you tried your best to quiet your breathing. It served no use though, as a tiny knock sounded against the stall door.
âItâs me.â Severus said softly. You could see his shadow through the door. âPlease come out.â
You sighed softly, unable to find any words. Severus gave your door another small tap.
âY/N? Come on, I know youâre in there. I know somethingâs wrong. Talk to me.â
Your shoulders sank in defeat, and you opened the stall door slowly. Severus stood in front of you, his eyes filled with worry.
âIâm sorry.â You muttered, keeping your eyes on the floor. âI think Iâm having second thoughts about this.â
Severus frowned. âIs it because of me? Because I can-â
âWhat?â Your eyes widened. âNo, not at all, why would you even think that?â
The confusion in Severusâs eyes was clear as day. âI thought you wanted to go to the Yule Ball.â
âI did⌠I do, I justâŚâ You gazed up at the ceiling as you sighed in frustration, trying your best to get your feelings into words. You were hoping you wouldnât have to have this conversation in a bathroom of all places, but you knew you couldnât just leave Severus hanging like this.
âThis is all hitting me too fast,â you explained softly. âI had this idea in my head of how the night was going to go, and as I was walking to meet you, it hit me how real this is.â
âHow real what is? The Yule Ball?â
You shook your head. âNo. Us. Like this.â You gestured to the two of you, and Severus nodded slowly as he began to understand.
âI shouldnât have asked you so quickly,â you continued. âAnd then the bell rang, and we had no time to talk about any of this and-â
âDo you regret any of it?â
You frowned, noticing the intense look in Severusâs eyes. âWhat?â
âDo you regret any of it? What you said earlier to me?â
You shook your head immediately. âNo. Not at all. I meant what I said, I really did.â
Severus nodded as he processed your words. âYou really did catch me by surprise.â
You laughed softly, burying your face in your hands. âI know, Iâm so sorry. It was stupid of me.â
Severus shook his head, stepping a little closer to you. âIt wasnât stupid. Not if you meant it.â
âI did,â you whispered as you lowered your hands from your face. âI meant it.â
Severus nodded, his hands coming up to reassuringly caress your shoulders. After a beat, he glanced at you.
âIs this okay?â He asked softly. You nodded, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was an intense, almost wanting, look in your best friendâs eyes, and it made your heart race.
Severus stepped a little closer, leaving mere inches of space between the two of you. His hands travelled up to caress your face, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. You reached up, resting your palm gently over the back of one of his hands.
âRemember that time Slughorn called on you when you werenât paying attention, yet you somehow managed to provide him with the correct steps to brew Amortentia?â
You laughed softly, nodding as the memory came back to you.
âI couldnât believe the way you so smoothly talked your way out of getting points taken away. And then the sneaky look you gave me afterwardsâŚâ Severus shook his head, laughing softly to himself. âMy feelings for you changed that day, and I knew I was going to be in trouble.â
âWhy?â You asked softly.
âBecauseâŚâ the way he gently stroked your face was almost calming. âI was falling deeply for you. And I didnât think you returned my feelings, until this afternoon actually.â
You nodded slowly. âI do.â
Severus smiled softly. âYou do.â
He leaned in, pressing his lips gently against yours. Part of you knew it was coming, but you still inhaled sharply in surprise. It almost seemed to spur him on, and his hands travelled to circle your waist and pull you closer as he deepened the kiss. He smelled warm, like amber and cinnamon, and it made you smile into the kiss.
This was really happening.
Severus pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against your own, and you rested one of your hands on top of his own.
âYouâre shaking.â You whispered softly.
âYeah, because I canât believe this is happening.â He laughed softly. âAnd I canât believe we just did that.â
âYou mean how we kissed?â
âYeah.â
A tinge of pink bloomed on his cheeks. You smiled and leaned in again to kiss him once more. All the nerves you had been feeling had faded for the most part, now that you knew Severus shared your feelings.
He kissed you back with more intention this time, his lips pressing more firmly against yours. His grip on you tightened, and you bit his lip gently, testing the waters. He let out a soft moan that made your knees weak, shifting both of you without breaking the kiss once until you had your back pressed up against the cold wall of the bathroom. His hands, which were still trembling, began roaming your body, and you pulled him closer.
The sound of footsteps echoing out in the hall caused you to push him away slightly, and you threw a finger to your lips in warning as Severus let out a tiny whine of protest.
âSomeoneâs outside,â you hissed. âQuickly!â
You tugged him hastily into a stall, squeezing into the far corner. You barely breathed as the sound of footsteps grew closer. Severus kept his gaze on you the entire time, barely making a sound. The door creaked as someone came in, and you held your breath as you squeezed your eyes shut. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and the footsteps receded. You let out a relieved breath just as Severus laughed softly.
âThat was close.â
âWho do you think that was?â
âDefinitely McGonagall.â Severus whispered. âSheâs the only one who walks that fast constantly.â
As you laughed, Severus tugged you a little closer. âI realize now that this is what I wanted.â You admitted softly. âI donât really feel like dancing in front of everyone. I just want to continue this. Us.â
Severus gave you a small smirk before kissing the corner of your mouth. âSee? Now you know how I feel about the Yule Ball.â
âIf we go back will you dance with me?â
Severus snorted, rolling his eyes. âMerlin, no.â
As you raised your eyebrows, he gave you a small squeeze. âNot in front of that many people. But I found a spot on the second floor where you can still hear everything happening in the Great Hall. Iâll dance with you up there. Alone.â
You smiled softly, feeling the last of your nerves disappear completely. âDeal.â
Severus smiled at you, and your knees went weak at the tenderness in his dark eyes. He pressed one last chaste kiss against your lips, before leading you out of the bathroom.
âThis way,â he smiled as he intertwined his fingers with yours. âWeâll have our own little Yule Ball.â
You noticed the way he squeezed your hand after he spoke, and you squeezed back. This was not at all the way you thought the night would go. In fact, it was far better than anything you couldâve imagined.
May I have a teen! Sev x muggle reader fan fic please?
Absolutely! I have a full-length Teen!Sev x Muggle reader fic here if you havenât read it yet, but hereâs some more headcanons about how I feel their relationship would play out in generalđŤś
Contrary to what most people assume about Severus, heâd actually get along quite well with you compared to other classmates at Hogwarts
This was mostly due to the fact that you had no idea about the wizarding world, and therefore had no bias or knowledge of magic (or Sevâs history for that matter)
Heâd often come over to your house when he was home for the summer
His favourite pastime would be to sit with you in your room, listening to your favourite records and listening to you tell stories about your school
It lessened his anxiety quite a bit, having someone who was completely separate from the world that caused him so much pain and trouble
Youâd often ask about his school, and you noticed the way heâd smoothly skirt around your questions
At first youâd give him a bit of a hard time, but you saw something change in his eyes â he almost looked pained and scared when you asked about his friends once
Eventually you dropped it, knowing that whatever Sev chose not to speak about was most likely for a good reason
(It still never lessened the curiosity you had around where exactly he went to school. Whatever it was, it seemed terrible)
The end of summer would always be bittersweet, but the older and closer you two became, the last week of summer was almost physically painful
You almost never spent time apart, and to have to go from being together almost 24/7 for the whole summer to not at all was unbearable
Severus getting all emotional and quiet in the last few nights you spent together
He wouldnât say much, he was never good with words in the first place, but youâd never forget the way your breath caught in your throat when he interrupted you mid-sentence by throwing his arms around you in a tight embrace.
âI donât want to go back.â Heâd whisper. âI donât want to leave you again.â
Your heart nearly breaks at how fragile his voice is. The two of you just stay that way for a while, holding each other and fighting back tears.
Giving him your most comfortable hoodie to take back to school with him.
And in turn he gives you his t-shirt to wear
Him surprising you by coming back over the winter holidays
Heâd have arranged with your family to show up early at your house. When you get home from school to find Sev sitting there expectantly on your bed, itâs all you can do to not yell in surprise and tackle the poor boy to the ground
Tears of happiness, from both of you
The distance was always hard, but now that he was back earlier than you expected, you never ever wanted him to leave
Lying together on your bed, limbs intertwined, talking about moving in together one day
Severus has to hold himself back from disclosing too much about the wizarding world
Especially when you ask him what his favourite thing to do in his free time at school is
(He says âbakingâ out of panic to cover up his love of potions, itâs the closest thing)
But heâd give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant being able to wake up to you every morning for the rest of his life.
Do you have any rules or Masterlist and may I add you to my Harry Potter writers list?
I probably should have a masterlist at this point đ I donât currently have one, but one will be in the works soon!
As for rules, I donât write any student x teacher things, or anything involving romance between minors and adults. Iâm open to found-family type fics but these will be strictly platonic âşď¸
Of course you can add me to your writerâs list! Thank you for thinking of me đ
Iâm (finally!!) feeling ready to write more regularly again â Iâve got some longer fics in the works coming up, but please feel free to send in requests! Iâd love to write some headcanons for you in the meantime đŤś
I usually write headcanons as bullet lists, so theyâre more freeform and informal than the actual fics I post, but still full of lovely Snape-y things we all love đ
Send me some ideas, Iâm more than happy to write for you!
Or, that time you shared New Years Eve with a kindred spirit.
A/N: Happy (belated) holidays! I hope this season treated you well. This is a gentle, fluffy one, a hug in writing form to anyone who may find the holidays to be a struggle. Itâs not always an easy time, and Iâm thinking of you â¤ď¸
The cold night air bit at your cheeks as you nestled yourself further into the nook of the Astronomy tower. It may have been cramped, and not to mention near freezing, but it had one of the most beautiful viewpoints in the entire castle.
And not to mention the quiet. This was the only place you were able to clear your head properly.
âYouâre not off at the party with the rest of the staff.â The sudden remark nearly made you jump, despite being quietly spoken. You shifted in your little corner, looking up to find Severus standing a few feet away. He wore his trademark stern expression, but for a split second you couldâve sworn he was biting back a smirk.
âI thought you were a student, the way youâre all crammed up in there.â Severus nodded to your little corner, and this time a tiny smile did make it to his face. âI was ready to take points away and send you to detention in the morning.â
You snorted, pushing yourself up out of your corner to properly greet your coworker. While you wouldnât go so far as to call Severus your friend (heâd have your head if you did, probably), you felt⌠comfortable around him. It was more than could be said about the other staff.
âDrew the short straw and got put on patrol, I guess?â You asked, stretching your legs a little as you moved to lean against the guardrail of the tower. Severus followed suit as he settled in beside you, scoffing.
âTheyâve come to know over the years that I never attend Dumbledoreâs bloody holiday parties. Since I donât go, I get patrol duty. Itâs become⌠an unspoken rule.â
Severus paused, gazing curiously at you.
âHad I known you wouldnât be attending tonightâs party either,â he continued slowly. âI wouldâve volunteered you for patrol tonight.â
âWhy?â You retorted with a small laugh. âMissing out on the festivities now, after the fact?â
âNo,â Severus drawled. He rolled his eyes at you, but you caught the small huff of a laugh that left him. âIt would be nice to celebrate the new year in peace. Alone. Like youâre doing now.â
âWellâŚâ you thought for a moment. âYou can stay here with me. I wonât say a word, itâll be like youâre alone.â
As you looked out at the lake, you caught Severus turn to gaze at you properly out of your peripheral vision. Heat crept up to your cheeks, and you kept your gaze on the water below.
âYou went away for the holidays.â
You blinked in surprise, finally turning to meet Severusâs gaze.
âIâm surprised you noticed I was gone.â
He nodded. âBut you came back early. classes donât start for almost another week.â
Despite the constant statements, your co-workerâs dark eyes were filled with questions. You usually appreciated Severus and his matter-of-fact nature, but things were feeling⌠too close.
âMy family.â You sighed, not wanting to go into too much detail. âThe holidays are hard. I go visit because I have to, but this year was too much.â
You braced yourself for more questions, but to your surprise Severus simply nodded.
âThe holidays are godawful.â He murmured.
âIs that why you never go home for Christmas and New Years?â
Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line. Now he was the one to keep his gaze on the lake below.
âLetâs just say, Iâve burned many bridges over the years.â
You gazed at him, watching the way memories of his past left a murky darkness in his eyes. You shuffled over a bit more, instinctively wanting to provide some sort of comfort, to let him know you understood. To your surprise, Severus didnât step away.
âWant to know why I come up here?â You asked softly. Severus raised an eyebrow in question.
You beckoned him back over to your little corner a few feet away, and crouched down to the small window.
âHere, squeeze in,â you murmured, tucking your knees in and wrapping your arms around your legs. Severus glared at you skeptically.
âYouâre much smaller than I am.â
âOh, stop it. Youâll fit. Come on. Just tuck your legs in a bit.â
A ragged sigh and an unintelligible grumble later, Severus was crammed into your little spot beside you. You were surprised at how warm he was, despite the cold air that drifted around you.
âSee there? Down there, to the right?â You pointed through the window to a far-away cluster of tiny lights. âItâs a village. Right at midnight, they set off the most beautiful fireworks. From here, theyâre so small, itâs like watching them from space almost. Itâs nice, without all the noise and chaos of actually being there.â
You glanced quickly at the time and smiled. âItâll be midnight soon. Not much longer now.â
âYou canât- argh, my leg-â Severus cut himself off as he shifted positions, trying to fit beside you comfortably. Your knees knocked together and you tried your best to shuffle in further to give him a bit more space. Your hands brushed together as a result, and you fought to ignore the way your heart jumped.
âYou canât see this from anywhere else more comfortable?â He asked, his voice strained. You couldnât help but let out a small giggle.
âNo. The lookout doesnât stretch this far. If youâre lucky youâll maybe catch one or two fireworks if they go astray, but this is the only place where you can see them all.â
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, save for Severus shifting every now and then to keep his legs from cramping up as he sat beside you.
âHave you ever been kissed on New Yearâs?â You murmured softly, resting your hand against your cheek. The look of surprise on Severusâs face mirrored your own feelings as you realize what you just said. You expected Severus to scoff at you in his usual tone, but to his surprise he shook his head.
âNo. I suppose going to parties wouldâve certainly helped with that, however.â
You held back a laugh, only to let it bubble up as Severus glanced at you with perhaps the only warm smile youâd ever seen him show.
âAnd you?â
âYes,â you answered softly. âBut it was⌠odd. It felt forced. We were both drunk.â
âHow romantic.â You laughed once more at the sarcasm that was evident in Severusâs reply. âYouâre really selling the tradition from how youâve described it.â
âYouâve really never been kissed at midnight?â
âWas my first answer not clear enough?â
Despite the biting reply, there was laughter in his eyes.
âNo, just⌠Iâm surprised, thatâs all. Itâs something everyone should experience just once.â
âSo is getting hungover, but you donât see me scrambling to experience it ever again. Besides, who are you to talk? You just said your New Yearâs kiss was awful.â
âI never said that!â You protested, only to receive another signature glare. âIt was justâŚâ
Severus snorted. âCertainly wasnât good, from the sound of it.â
âOkay fine,â you sighed, running your hands over your face. âIt wasnât good. But it wasnât awful either.â
âSure, whatever you say.â
You laughed, elbowing Severus teasingly. To your surprise, he nudged you back gently.
âIâm glad it was you that found me up here.â You murmured, pulling your knees a little closer to your chest. Severus gazed at you, smirking.
âWhy? Filius or even Minerva wouldâve enjoyed this spot. At least they wouldâve fit.â
âNot that.â You rolled your eyes. âItâs just⌠youâre the only one I feel I can be myself around. Like now. Iâd never be able to talk about this kind of thing with anyone else.â
Severus gazed at you silently, his eyebrows knitting into a tiny frown as he processed your words.
âSorry. That came out of nowhere.â
âDonât apologize.â He replied softly. He didnât say anything more, but there was a comforting warmth that filled his eyes. No words were exchanged, but you felt as though you understood.
A tiny spark flashed in the corner of your eye, and you glanced out the window as tiny fireworks bloomed in the distance.
âOh.â You gasped softly. âWe missed the countdown. Itâs midnight.â
âMm. So it is.â
You turned your gaze to Severus, whose gaze was fully absorbed in the fireworks. The conversation from a few minutes earlier ran through your mind, and you leaned forward to press a tiny kiss to Severusâs cheek. He gazed at you, bewildered.
âHappy New Year.â You managed to squeak out. The shock faded from his eyes, and it was replaced by that familiar warmth as he softened. Severus dipped his head respectfully in acknowledgement.
âHappy New Year.â
The two of you sat together in silence, watching the fireworks. Then, to your surprise, Severus tapped your arm lightly.
âThis, us tonight, stays up here?â
To your surprise, it wasnât a statement. You could see there was a bit of nervousness in his eyes. You nodded.
âYes. Of course. This is our secret. Why do you ask?â
The air felt heavy for a moment as Severus paused in thought, before closing the already-small distance between the two of you. He pressed his lips softly to yours, caressing your face with both of his hands. In the back of your mind, it hit you that he was gentle and calculated in literally everything he did, not just potions. It made your head spin, and your heart race.
The fireworks were over by the time the two of you pulled away. Severus let his gaze fall away, but you caught his hands in yours before he could pull away completely. You squeezed his hands reassuringly to let him know it was okay, and he returned your action with a kind smile.
âHopefully that⌠wasnât as awful as your last New Yearâs kiss?â
You let out a giggle, and felt a rush of pure joy run through you as Severus shared your laughter.
âThat was, by far, the best. And hopefully not the last?â You added shyly.
In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you again.
As you can tell from the way we went from December 3 to 10, I had a case of work burnout :â) my apologies!!
This one is much more angsty, Iâm sorry but also not sorry đĽ˛I recently watched HP 7 which destroyed me and was also inspired by something Alan said about Snape in an interview: how he viewed him as someone whoâd never raise his voice, and played Snape as such. It got the gears turning and this came out of it. Enjoy!
A dark shadow descended upon Hogwarts after Dumbledore died.
You knew it was only a matter of time. You had seen it coming, but you never thought Death Eaters would be running the school. You never thought it would come to this.
Severus, the man who only months earlier was spending every night with you, who would kiss you passionately in darkened hallways at midnight when you were both on patrol, no longer so much as looked at you. He was Headmaster now, and you had never felt so inferior to someone you would give the world to.
Youâd try from time to time to get Severus to open back up to you. You knew it was dangerous with the Carrows around, so youâd wait until after hours before silently stepping into his office. Every time, it would end the same. Youâd receive a withering glare before Severus would turn around and leave you waiting with a sinking heart at the door.
Sometimes between classes youâd walk by his office, lingering in the doorway hoping to catch his eye. You longed to open up to him the way you two had done countless times before the darkness came. You needed him more than ever now. Yet it was as if you were invisible to him.
Your final straw was when the cheeky Irish boy, Seamus Finnigan, walked into your classroom late. He was so badly hurt from whatever punishment the Carrows had inflicted on him, you barely recognized him save for his accent, when he apologized in a trembling voice for being late.
You dismissed class early that day, and made your way straight to Severus. Your heart was racing, and your throat felt tight. You had to speak to him.
As you entered his office, you caught the way his cold and critical eyes seemed to sharpen as he watched you walk in unannounced. Your heart sunk.
âProfessor, you do not have an appointment.â Severus murmured icily. He remained at his desk, studying pages and pages of parchment as if his life depended on it.
âToo bad.â You retorted. You hated the way your voice trembled. âIâm here now. I need to speak with you Severus, itâs urgent-â
âHeadmaster.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the way he so calmly interrupted your panicked tone. âWhat?â
âYou are to address me as Headmaster Snape.â Severus corrected you, keeping his eyes on the parchment on his desk. âSurely you know that, or must I lecture you like a first-year student?â
Your breath left you with a small whoosh as you took in his words. This was how it always ended, with you in a state of despair, and Severus seemingly unbothered. In the past you would have retreated, but the fear that had been living in your veins for weeks sparked anger inside you.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You demanded, making your way to Severusâs desk. He didnât even pause to look up at you. âOne moment youâre telling me you donât know what youâd do without me, and the next you wonât even call me by my name?â
Severus didnât look up, but you noticed his hand stilled as he paused his note-taking.
âDo I really mean so little to you that youâre able to throw me away overnight?â You questioned as you now stood beside Severus. He kept his gaze down as you spoke.
âThe Carrows are wreaking havoc!â You exclaimed. âStudents are being tortured every day, punished for things they never did. Hogwarts is going to hell, and youâre hiding up here in Dumbledoreâs office playing Headmaster-â
âYou think I donât know whatâs going on?â Severusâs voice was a deathly silent whisper. His chair screeched as he stood up, towering over you. His dark eyes were unreadable. âYou think I enjoy this?â
âYouâre certainly not doing anything to stop it-â
âTell me then, what would I do?â His voice was nothing short of a whisper, but it cut through you like a knife. âSwoop in like some martyr to defend the students?â
âNo, of course not. I-â
âWhat, do you want me to save the day? Like a hero? Like Potter?â
âNo, Severus listen, I just-â
âI am running a school in the midst of a war and you want me to-â
âI want you to look at me!â You yelled, feeling tears prick your eyes. Severus flinched almost imperceptibly, but you caught the crack in his mask. Your lip trembled.
âI am so scared,â your voice shook, but you kept going. âI need you. Iâve needed you for⌠months. You told me once that I could always come to you. Yet youâve been shutting me out, and I donât know why.â Tears were flowing freely down your face now, and it seemed the longer you spoke, the more Severus softened, bit by bit. âIâve been feeling so alone. Youâre all I have now. I donât even know what that means to you anymore.â
An eternity passed between the two of you. Severus never once broke his gaze as his eyes connected with yours. He moved as if to turn away, but then stopped. And then, slowly, as if to not scare you away, he closed the distance between the two of you as he caressed your face with both hands.
âI think of you every single moment of every day.â He whispered. âIt tears me apart that I have to keep my distance from you.â
You rested your hands over his wrists, as if to hold his hands in place. You focused on his touch for a moment, afraid that if you so much as breathed the wrong way, all this would disappear.
âWhy do you do it then?â
Severus breathed a small laugh, his thumbs gently stroking your tears away.
âHogwarts is crawling with Death Eaters. If they see us together, youâre as good as dead.â
You shook your head, hating the fact that Severus was probably right.
âThatâs not true.â You answered in a small voice. âI can fight. You know that.â
âThatâs not what I mean.â Severus murmured sternly, but for the first time in months, his eyes were warm as he took in your features. âIf anything were to go wrong, and so many things have been going wrong lately⌠I cannot have you attached to me. You will be a liability. Youâre my weakness. They cannot know that.â
Severus shifted his hands away, only to gently take each of your own and hold them tightly. His hands were surprisingly warm for how cold it was in his office.
âIâŚâ he frowned, struggling for the right words. âI love you far too much to risk losing you so foolishly. And that means for the time being, during this war, I have to love you from a distance.â
You wanted to protest. Yell until you ran out of breath that it wasnât true. That you could find a way to make things work despite the chaos you were in. But you came up empty and you knew it was because, deep down, Severus was right.
âThis isnât forever.â He whispered, a feeble attempt at reassuring you. His eyes mirrored the heartbreak you felt inside. âBut for now, it is safer.â
âCan I stay with you?â You asked, your voice feeble. âJust for tonight?â
There was a flash in Severusâs eyes that had you convinced he was going to agree. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you.
âIâm sorry.â
He didnât have to say anything else. You knew.
âI love you.â You whispered, returning his embrace tightly. You closed your eyes, bringing your attention to every cell in your body, every nerve ending, in an attempt to memorize the way Severus touched you. The lingering warmth of his hands, the feeling of his fingers that were now gently running through your hair. The soft tingle of his lips against your skin.
âI love you too.â
He retreated, but his touch lingered on you like fire.
A reminder that youâd carry him with you, always.
Hiii!! I just wanted to say I really love your fics <33 sat down to read them and omg you had my heart melting, especially with the most recent post-war one about Severus and Reader healing together ;v; đđđ it was so lovely, thank you for taking your time to write them and for putting to much love into them <3! I'm looking forward to read your future works đ
Thank you so much!! Thatâs so kind of you, Iâm so glad to hear youâve been enjoying the Snape fics â¤ď¸heâs such a complex character to write, and thereâs so many different sides to him. I wanted to capture them all as best I could. Thank you for reading! đ
Iâve fallen off the boat a bit with a prompt a day in December, but Iâm doing my best to catch up! More Snape on the way for sure.
Thanks again for your kind words. Your support keeps me going đ
Snape would be an absolute dotting boyfriend. Heâd pretend to be all cold and distant but heâd listen and memorize everything; you mentioned your favorite flower, heâd surprise you with a bouquet of them. Favorite snack, bet your ass heâd make sure he always have it on hand in case you come over
YES I can totally see this! Eventually heâd warm up to you the longer you two dated, but thereâd still be some instances where he seems cold on the outside, but is most definitely very warm on the inside.
I could totally see a scenario where, if the two of you were parting ways at the end of the day, heâd walk away while trying the entire time to fight the urge to glance over his shoulder at you. Then, when he felt it had been long enough and he was certain you wouldnât turn around to see him, heâd stop and just gaze at you. Just to watch you walk away, to watch the way the light hit your hair and bounced off your clothes. And heâd allow the tiniest smile to bloom as it sinks in yet again that youâre his. This beautiful, amazing person loves him back!! What are the odds!!!
Severus Snape is actually a huge softie deep down but heâd never admit to it đ¤
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