Heya!! I really enjoyed My Love and Care, so I was wondering if I could make another request? Could you do 37 and 7 with guardian!Severus and teenager!Harry?
Maybe Harry is sneaking out to a party/friend's house wearing a skirt, and Severus catches him on the way out. Harry is mortified, and Severus immediately thinks that someone is forcing Harry to wear it so he's fiercely protective. After a very embarrassed Harry explains that no one is forcing him, a very awkward Severus just pats him on the head, tells him to be safe/no alcohol/return by curfew. After Harry leaves, Severus wonders how he could have ever thought that raising teenage!Harry would be easier than raising kid!Harry.
My apologies if that was too detailed 😅 You don't have to stick to all the details; feel free to deviate or just use it as a general guide.
Thank you!!
@severussnape-prince
Heyyy anon, @severussnape-prince! Of course! I’m so glad you enjoyed My Love and Care! This sounds intriguing and fun (; Hope you like it! Plot changes ahead, obviously... But, here’s Severus catching teenage Harry sneaking out and wearing a skirt:
First Time for Everything~ teenager!harry & guardian!severus
Warnings: just fluff really, and lots of awkwardness, mentions of clubs, implied illegal clubbing
Mommy…Master List
Severus Snape Master List
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Prompt List
#37 “What are you wearing...?”
& #7 “I didn’t know you were into that...”
Enjoy (:
It was the summer before Harry’s sixth year, and his birthday was coming up. Fred and George had decided that they would take him “clubbing” as they called it, basically a muggle party location for nights.
But he couldn’t tell Severus. This was essential. He would flip out.
So, late on Harry’s birthday, when he had said good night to Severus, he quickly got dressed. He had recently found a bloody awesome black, fake leather long skirt, which he thought he could wear. It was a muggle club, who would care?
He put on his outfit and was grabbing his wand to then sneak out the window, when Severus came in to check in on him. Harry froze in place.
Oh fuck.
Severus was just as stunned as Harry was. But not for the same reason as Harry...
“What are you wearing...?” Severus warily questioned, deeply concerned that someone had forced him to as some sort of prank or something... Harry didn’t say anything, he just blushed in embarrassment and fear of what Severus would do about his sneaking out. Harry’s silence seemed to validate Severus’ concerning assumptions...
“Who is forcing you to wear that?” Severus protectively demanded, pointing to the skirt. He looked furious. He was furious. He was furious that someone would make Harry, his kid, wear a skirt.
Harry was shook. That’s what he cared about...? “Um...” Harry couldn’t anything substantial out, he was too stunned from almost being caught and for what Severus had just said.
Again, Serverus took Harry’s silence as an acknowledgement of his fears. “I swear to god, Harry, I will have some harsh words with whomever is making you dress up like that...” Severus continued in a furiously protected manner.
Harry was desperately trying to explain, without getting into too much trouble for what he was actually trying to do... “No! No one!” Harry blurted out.
Severus’ face screwed up in confusion. Harry continued in embarrassment, “I found it the other day at a muggle shop and I’d thought I’d try it...”.
Now it was Severus’ turn to be stunned and completely embarrassed. His face turned beet red from his mistaken assumption and guilt about it. For a minute, they just stood there in silence.
Harry hesitantly continued, “The Weasley’s invited me to celebrate my birthday... Is it alright if I go...?”
With that, Severus snapped back to reality. “Oh, Of course! Uh... be safe.” he awkwardly patted Harry’s head.
Harry’s flushed with red embarrassment yet again from the awkward gesture, but he knew that Severus meant it well.
As Harry got his stuff together and was preparing to leave, Severus just kinda stood there trying to process what had just happened. Before Harry left, Severus looked at him with seemingly genuine curiosity, “I didn’t know you were into that...?”
Harry just shrugged, “Yea.”, as he walked out the door, leaving poor Severus still pretty stunned from what had just happened.
How had he grown up so fast? And why the hell did he expect parenting a teenager to be easier than a child??
Wand still posed against your neck he dragged you back to the abandoned house. Only when you were safe inside, having cast a protective charm on the place, did he release you. Spinning on your heel you brought your palm up to his cheek swiftly, the sound of you smacking him ringing out against the silent night. “That was for acting like a pig,” You sniffled, pride wounded.
And then, you grabbed the front of his robes, lips slanting against his, all teeth and tongue. His hands stalled just above your hips, unsure of what to do next. “And that, was for saving my life,” You panted.
Too concerned with your safe arrival it went unnoticed by all in the order, including yourself, that for the first time since he was a schoolboy, Severus Snape was a little bit flustered, and a whole lot starstruck.
You wished that you could say the days after your rescue had been peaceful and filled with bliss. In reality, you found yourself overwhelmed during the day and terrified during the night. Molly was darling and you appreciated her to no end, but you were growing weary of the questions and constant attention. When she realized you weren’t fond of answering her prodding inquiries, she pretended as if nothing was wrong. You were glad for it but you caught her long glances and pitying stares.
Sirius tried to be helpful too, having more insight on what you might’ve been through than Molly, but his attempts also fell flat. His best idea was to coax you to eat, encourage you to put the weight that you had lost from being withheld from food and water for all the time that you had been tortured and on the run. You wanted it to help but you had no appetite, but the demons in the back of your mind made your stomach churn with memories you wanted to forget.
It all came to a head one night when Arthur had joined you all for dinner. He was a bit too boisterous, a bit too excited. He was a fun and loving man and you never wanted him to change, yet the way he slammed his silverware down on the table as he told another joke you weren’t quite listening to startled you and his long and deep laughs unsettled you, reminding you of the taunting you had endured.
Your hands began to shake and you felt your heart begin to pound relentlessly. You stood, hands quivering and face pale as you looked apologetically to the friends in front of you. “Excuse me,” You squeaked, leaving no other explanation as you ran upstairs, finding the room that Sirius was allowing you to stay in “for as long as you needed” he had said.
Severus watched with what appeared to be boredom but deep beneath the surface he felt some...concern. Ever since you were a first year in Hogwarts, Severus had been able to see a fire within you, it seemed as if current events had been steadily stomping that fire out. It caused an ache in his chest where he hadn’t thought one possible.
“Oh dear,” Molly sighed beside him, worrying at her apron as she began to gather dishes. “The poor dear,”
“No use in pitying the woman,” Severus vocalized.
Molly ground her teeth together, rounded cheeks flushing red. “She’s been through-”
“I didn’t say she hasn’t been through difficult and unspeakable things,” Severus remarked, taking no time to apologize for his interruption of Molly’s oncoming scolding. “But pitying her will not take that away. Y/N needs space,”
Severus bristled, his steely gaze locked on his old tormentor. “I shall be turning in for the night. The meal was filling as always Molly,” He chose his words carefully, knowing the balance in grimmauld place was an unstable one. The rest of the order let him retreat in silence, keeping their mouths closed, lips pressed together in thin lines.
Severus took the room across from yours, lingering in the hall for just a moment. He heard nothing and assumed you must have fallen asleep despite the horrors that were clearly plaguing you. You had opened his eyes to something new that he had never considered before: opening his heart again. Your kiss had left him rattled to say the least.
He told himself it was simply out of relief and appreciation but you always had a kind word for him, a sympathetic smile, when everyone else in the room only had cold shoulders and clipped sentences. You were objectively, a pretty woman. He could appreciate the shape of your body, the lilt of your voice, the edge to your wit. You had intelligence and nerve but you didn’t use it to ground others beneath your feet. Your kindness was given freely.
Which is why it had begun to pain him, pondering of the weight of your torture and how it must be eating away at you. He would take your struggles and burdens onto his own shoulders if he could and that is how Severus knew you had captured his heart. It had been decades since he had cared for anyone other than himself.
Being unable to rest, Severus took out a book and settled against his headboard for the night, his readers slipping over his nose as his head started to nod some time after ending the seventh chapter. The words blurred on the page but suddenly snapped back into focus as he heard a scream that melted into a whimper and ended with a cry. He was at full attention now as your senseless pleas and screams rang from your room.
Had you begged and cried in a similar way when you had been tortured? Severus couldn’t bear the thought of it.
Climbing from his bed he padded across the room, rough wood floors creaking beneath his feet. It seemed your cries didn’t only wake him, for when he opened his bedroom door he found Tonks and Remus peering out of their bedroom with bleary and sleep glazed eyes.
“Should we wake her?” Tonks asked, looking between Severus and her husband, a yawn tugging itself from her lungs. Remus gave Severus a long look as he closed his bedroom door behind him, taking a step forward to your room.
“I can help her,” He explained as the werewolf continued to eye him wearily.
“I thought she needed space,” Remus had an argument resting heavily on the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, your voice rang out clearly, “S-severus please, help me, I’m so scared.... so scared.... They’re coming!” It seemed you were still dreaming but you had spoken. It seemed you wanted Severus.
Taking small pride in this, Severus tried to give Remus a reassuring look that appeared more like a sneer. The couple retreated back to their room as you continued to cry out into the night. Opening your door slowly, Severus surveyed the room, turning on a small lamp that stood in the far corner of the dusty bedroom. It cast a warm glow over the room that hopefully wouldn’t bee to strenuous on your eyes.
You tossed and turned in your covers, the sheets spinning themselves around your legs and your pillows having fallen to the floor. You whimpered, pressing your face into your mattress as your imagination brought up something despicable to you. Your cheeks were stained with the clear tracks of your tears and Severus prodded himself to approach you.
“Y/N,” He spoke clearly and sternly but it seemed you couldn’t hear him. “Y/N, you are only dreaming,” He tried again, hand resting gently on your shoulder as he shook you awake, the sudden and foreign rocking waking you in a panic as you shot up. Severus stepped back quickly and narrowly avoided your forehead colliding with his.
Your breaths were coming out sharp and quick and your head dashed from side to side rapidly, taking in your surroundings. You relaxed some when you realized you were in grimmauld place, safe from any death eaters that may want to harm you. “Oh god,” You cried out, dropping your head into your hands before your head popped up a second later, eyes finding Severus’ as if you were surprised to see him there. “Please tell me you were the only one I woke,”
“Then I would be lying to you,” Severus answered honestly and you grimaced, guilt filtering through you. “They don’t mind, it’s understandable that you haven’t been sleeping well,”
“And you? Do you mind?” You had to asked, wiping at the remnants of your tears that had crept past your eyes while you slept.
“If I was asleep when the commotion began, it might have caused some upset,”
“Why weren’t you asleep?”
“Why did you call out for me?” Severus asked instead, eyebrow raised and lips pursed in curiosity. Heat crept up your neck in an obvious blush and Severus liked the rosy color on you.
“I don’t remember,” You lied. You were fixed with a pointed stare and your defense crumbled. “Because you saved me, I feel better around you. You arrived in my time of need, when you’re around it feels like no one can hurt me,”
Your honesty, however slow coming, was without filter and Severus could feel his stomach flip in a pleasant way. You felt safe with him.
Sitting at the end of your bed, Severus set a steady hand on your knee and you seemed to appreciate the gesture, a small smile working it’s way on your lips. “Would you-” He began but clammed up as you continued to look at him. Shaking his head, he decided to abandon his proposition.
“Would I?” You prompted, voice still shaking from your wicked nightmares but you were starting to tease again and Severus took that as a positive sign.
“Would you- That is to say-” Severus stumbled, cheeks now rosier than yours.
“Yes I would like you stay with me,” You finished for him, hand reaching for his.
“Then I will stay,”
You held tight when he intertwined your fingers with yours as he maneuvered your bed, laying on his side and holding his arm out straight in front of him as you pressed your back against his chest that was rising and falling with slightly quickened breaths.
You kept his hand in yours and pulled his arm to rest across your waist and wrap around you. Severus relaxed and tugged you tighter against him, legs tangling with yours. “Is this only because I was the one to your rescue? If it had been someone else-”
“I didn’t want it to be anyone else,” You said simply, not leaving room for argument and too exhausted to say more.
It was all Severus needed to know as he kissed the back of your neck in a shy show of affection, the both of you drifting off into a long and peaceful rest. You dreamed of a hooked nose and inky hair while he dreamed of floral shampoo and a kind smile.
It went unsaid even as Severus crawled into your bed the next night, and the night after that- and many more nights to come- but you were both a little bit starstruck and certainly falling in love.
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