(Halloween)
McGonagall:(not dressed for Halloween) While we're all sober... Creative costume, Filius.
Flitwick: (as a pumpkin) Thanks! It was a last-minute resort! Pomona's is more creative than mine! You look positively terrifying, Pomona.
Sprout: (as a doxy) Thank you! What are you dressed as, Severus?
Snape: (already wasted) Oh, myself. My horrible life choices, coupled with my pitiable childhood and the trauma I have suffered through, have sculpted me into creature even dementors fear to behold, and surpasses the terrors of any mystical or legendary beings woven into existence to limit our excursions into freely exploring the unknown.
McGonagall:
Flitwick:
Sprout:
Snape: *toasts them with whisky* Fear me, creatures of happiness and capable of pity.
(stumbles off towards refreshments table)
I made a Severus snape playlist bc the ones I found didn't give me his vibes and that made me sad, so I hope you take a moment to check it out (and tell me I have good taste in music 😽).
I really think Sev could listen to gothic music so I'll be adding to it later.
Hello luv. If it's okay could I request number 12 from the prompt list with severus snape please? Thank you!
I'm Sorry
Severus Snape x reader
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 656
Warnings: ⚠️Dolores being a witch. Bit of angst⚠️
A/N: Hi! Thankyou for requesting and for waiting so long for this. It's a bit short but hopefully that's okay. Hope you enjoy!
"Why didn't you tell me you were suffering?" Snape's voice held emotion, his concern radiating through him onto you as his hands caressed yours; He eyed the vibrant red words itched along your skin on the back of your hand. You bowed your head down in guilt, ashamed of your mistakes that caused this.
"It wasn't important." You replied, only causing his heart to swell in how you felt it was your fault. "Of course, it is, Y/N! I'm not going to let that pink prude harm you; You're all I have." The professor poured somewhat of his heart into your ears, trying to convince you that it meant something, that it was torturous for him to see you suffering, especially at the hands of staff hired at this school.
Rough fingers gently clasped your chin, raising it to look him dead in the eye; The potions room around you fading away as you stared into his deep-brown orbs. The coldness of the desk you were sitting on sent shivers up and down your spine, only making you want to lean into his touch, craving the warmness that is his body. Nerves swirled in your stomach and his gaze felt overbearing as you bit shyly on your bottom lip.
"I'm sorry Sev..." You breathe out, grasping to the only words you could find to express how you were feeling; Guilt and shame flooding your conscience. "I'm so so sorry." Tears sparking at the corners of your eyes, irises glazed in clear. You didn't want him to see you cry, so you lower your head into his chest; His smell invading your senses and filling up your lungs. Breathing into his chest, hiccups escape your throat as tears escape you're eyes.
Severus' arms clasp around your frame, holding onto you for his and your comfort. "Don't apologise, Y/N." His hand rubs up your back before settling atop your hair. "I just hate to see you hurt and to know you were keeping this from me..." He takes in a sharp breath, not daring to even finish his sentence before carrying on, "You're everything to me, I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt worse." The confession brought pain to your heart as more tears drenched his robes.
Everything was okay; He and you were fine, and in his arms everything felt alright; Even if that witch was trying to make the walls around you collapse. You removed your hands from their strong grip on the table edge and moved them to the behind of Severus' neck. Your fingers curled his black locks around in comfort, calming yourself in his embrace.
Snape: (flatly) Don't worry too much. I'm sure that somewhere, there's a really handsome, really old wizard who will fall for your charm so hard, Minerva, you'll love him right back and feel just like you're seventeen again.
