#c; severus

[severass-snape]

Dirty Freak - OPEN

Alone in the school yard... when wasn’t he alone. Severus bit his bottom lip, holding back angry tears. How could Lily still love James? Why wasn’t Severus good enough for her? 

The boy fell to his knees, punching the ground in a moment of rage, of weakness. He told himself he’d wait for Lily to get tired of James, hoped she’d see James the way he did. 

‘Dirty freak’ The words echoed in his head as though James had said it just yesterday. Severus lifted his fist before slamming it into the dirt. His heart was pounding so hard, it felt as though the entire castle thrummed in time, but alas, it was just his own heartbeat in his ears. His vision blurred as he disassociated, envisioning all of the things he could have done differently to win the red haired woman over, thinking of all of the things wrong with himself. Tears clouded his vision, forcing him back into reality. 

Before a single tear could drop, he jerked his body around, holding his wand firmly pointed at the person before him. Though his eyes were watery, there was a look of pure hatred easy enough to see to whomever had stumbled upon him. 

[antoninxdolohov]

@severus-sncpe

Antonin was in the woods, practicing some non verbal magic and showing Severus how it’s done to make him a stronger wizard. His fingers moving slowly and the water in a ball continued to gently move in the air until he flexed his fingers and the water exploded into ice shards. “It just takes concentration, Severus.” He looked back to the other. “You need to see the spell in your mind and remember what it felt like to have the magic rushing through you when you spoke those words. When you get really good at it you can duel using no words.”

[imagincation]

@surely-jasper-would (Lily and Snape)

“As strange as this place may be, they do very well at throwing carnivals, don’t you reckon?” She questions the other when she hears nearby footsteps, she doesn’t even know who it is, but when she turns around, the familiar face makes her expression change to one of anger now flashing in her eyes. “Severus..” She whispers and backs up quite a bit. “Why are you here?”

[lyssa-turner-blog]

Alyssa turned around, looking up from the book in her hands “Sorry, here.” She extended her hand with a smile.

[prestigiousrosier-blog]

evan rosier & severus snape ( @severssnpe )

[lionheartmarlene]

Agliophobia

meme | @severssnpe

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

“Hold still.” The words are probably unnecessary, Severus is a smart and capable man and it’s unlikely he needs to be reminded that one is being treated, one sits still. But Marlene was never really one for healing spells, she was always so focused on fighting, on being on the offensive. Healing came after the fighting and with the way that Marlene charged into every battle it was safe to refuse that she rarely thought that she would come out of them.

This is not a well organised healing station such as those that tend to pop up in the Order Headquarters after a mission or a battle. This is crouching in Marlene’s flat, Severus’ back propped up against the edge of her sofa and her hands pressing desperately against the wound because it just won’t stop bleeding. This is not her forte, she can lead but she cannot heal. She can injure but not deal with the consequences of her own ideas of heroism. 

“I’m sorry.” It’s a flash of teeth in a barely there smile and a loss of pressure as blood sticky hands scrabble for where she dropped her wand on the floor, but it’s genuine and as close to a smile that he’ll get until she’s certain he’s not bleeding anymore. Words of spells and swear words mix unintelligibly as she tries to remember how to cast the right healing spells whilst ignoring her own pain that her body is screaming at her to deal with. Blonde hair sticks to her face and any attempts to move it away only dirties it further with streaks of sticky red. It’s probably Severus’ but it may well be Marlene’s.

It’s longer than it should be before she finally sits back, letting her legs give out so she’s sprawled instead of crouching. He’s at least not bleeding anymore. The rest of the injuries aren’t so pressing and she can at least breathe before treating them. It’s then that he wonders if the others got out okay, where they apparated to. She had been too focused entirely on getting Severus out with her when she’d noticed that he was injured to give orders or check on progress.

Weary legs carry her up and over to her owl, sending it to Sirius’ flat for some kind of assurance before she’s back next to Severus, leaning her back against the sofa.

“So, tea?”

[avgvstvsrookwood-blog]

location: fifty-five bar date: 6 february time: late evening @contritum-coluber

The spin class had been one of the most bizarre things Augustus had experienced, but it was so quintessentially appropriate to his relationship with Snape that he didn’t question it. And he figured if they were going to truly go for it, and have a grand night out, they might as well have started with something as bizarre as a bloody spin class. True to his word, Ambrose had been there the whole way, jumping around the whole time.

If it had been his choice, after that, he would’ve gone home, gotten cleaned up, maybe meditated a bit, before even dreaming of going out, especially to a place like where he was taking Snape, which promised to be crowded with bougie twats who thought they were too good for a place like the Riddle.

If it had been his choice, he wouldn’t be going out. Facing temptation square in the eye.

But tonight wasn’t about what he would normally do. That was clear from the beginning. [A spin class?] And with the creeping and constant anxiety that the past years weeks had brought, a night out with Snape was what he needed.

[A night out with Snape was what he needed to get into trouble, to undo all of the work he had put in to stay where he was the past five years.]

And so they came to a stop in front of an upscale bar, still wearing the same clothes from the class, still more sweaty than was probably socially acceptable for a bar like this. “Compromise. Classy enough to feed you well, trashy enough to get you right bevved as quick as humanly possible. And they’ve even got a veggie burger. Everyone’s happy, even Ambrose,” he said, giving the dog in his arms a scratch on the head. “Although, they might think we’re here to rob the bloody place, coming in looking the way we do.”

[lionheartmarlene]

31st December, 1981 Spinner’s End

@severssnpe

Despite thoughts to the contrary, Marlene did not keep constant tabs on every member of Janus. She tended to know where they were staying, but her involvement in their lives ended there. She needed them to be loyal to the cause, or as loyal as they could be when they were those who found solace in no other groups and were, in some cases, actively lying to the people around them.

But when she apparated into the street she knew Severus Snape to be living in, she had little to no consideration as to whether or not he had plans for the holiday. Her head had been hurting all day, swirling with half formed plans and the stress that she’d begun to associate with merely breathing in and out. Although they had perhaps, not been the greatest of friends during their school years, Marlene had come to rely on his presence in Janus even if she never spoke it out loud. In a way, she trusted him more than any other member that had come to them from the Death Eaters and occasionally she wondered if it was because she saw more of herself in him than she would care to admit.

She knocked on the door, her hood still up over her face to prevent anyone who might have been in the area from recognising her. It would be rather difficult to explain her presence at a house where a known Death Eater (to the Order at least) resided.