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monster-energies · 1 year

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always a woman

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary: severus snape had always fallen for every little trait of yours, you have always made his life feel like the warmest hug there is. you do everything to make him happy but now he feels its the right time to make you happy only in the best way possible.

warnings: the lightest of angsts, if you squint but other than that, all round fluff

rating: general audiences

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word count: 3048

this oneshot can be found on archive of our own

author’s note:

title's namesake: the song always a woman by billy joel

guys. she is back EVERYONE CLAP.

well i say i return but then i disappear due to writers block and creative burnout for almost a year 😐🧍🏼♀️ i would type out my authors note disappearing reasons, but i genuinely think i would be here all day BWHAHAHAH,,,,anyways this was a suggestion/request i saw on tumblr by @wtfhasmy-lifecometo : a severus snape x reader where the plot of the story is based off of the song “she’s always a woman” by billy joel… and have it all be fluff… and basically it would be severus’s pov and it would be him describing how much his wife means to him despite her “flaws” . and i've taken a bit of a twist with it but i feel it vibes with it. im going with vibes, slay. anyways i won't keep you for long so enjoy reading or whatever

no but genuinely though, thank you very much for reading !! it means a lot to me that you support my fanfics, whether you're an old or new reader of mine you are apart of the most girlboss place there is. reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. have an amazing day 💖

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“severus we can worry about your scarf later, we don’t want it to rain now do we.” you called from downstairs.

severus had been fumbling around with said scarf for quite some time. he had been rather nervous and he couldn’t entirely figure out why. then he looked over to the one thing that he had bought and had merely regretted seconds after purchasing.

it was so expensive he contemplated why he bought the final choice in the shop, but he knew.

his life was worth living from that point onwards.

once he adjusted his scarf one last time, he took it, placing it in his pocket before heading downstairs to see your face.

you had beamed and was quick to take a hold of his hand. as you opened the door, the mid-autumn breeze hit you both and a smirk hit severus’ face. autumn was always his favourite time, he loved the leaves changing colour and his ability to wrap himself in more coats and scarves. he always was equipped for the autumn and winter season.

you had both been in for a long day, however it would be a day that you both planned for ages.

neither of you were one for having long days outside, and even then you would need to recharge before you planned on stepping foot outside again. it was severus who brought the concept up, which had been very out of character for him to say the least.

what was there outside that required an entire 24 hours was beyond you. but this was your lover, and you couldn’t help but love the moments in which he found himself impulsive.

you and severus started at the local bookshop, taking in every aesthetic of the bookshelves around you. the shop had recently introduced some new animal friends, cats, pygmy puffs, and many others graced their way to the shop to keep fellow attenders company. you loved stroking and tending to every animal there as they accompanied you to your bookshop adventures.

severus hadn’t been too fond of the animals, however if they made you happy then he was happy. after going to the bookshop, severus made a visit to a small café nearby to pick up some of your favourite sweet things, you had grown suspicious once he had asked you to wait outside, as you always went in with him to pick up these delicacies. but you had shrugged it off, just severus being severus.

“ready to go my dear?” you asked. and he nodded.

you both made your way to a field, walks wit severs snape were always the best activity to do with him, a lot of your dates prior to today were always consisted of a slow journey that had no purpose, only for you both to smell the fresh air and be in one anothers presence, especially after long days where you find yourselves far apart. night walks seemed to be severus’ favourite thing, but of course you didn’t protest to that.

once you both found a perfect spot, you set up everything and indulged in your little day out you both were very much enjoying. you laid your head on severus’ lap as you eyes gazed at the beautiful view ahead of you.

you had taken out your wand, aiming it to the grass that bestowed upon you both.

“expecto patronum.” you chanted with your wand and your glowing rabbit patronus hopped around you both, surrounding you and severus in a beautiful blue wire binding you both together.

“your patronus will always be my favourite y/n.” severus said. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“i suppose i can let my one free for a moment.” he said.

he took his wand out from his inside pocket, and had it pointed to the ground.

“expect patronum.” he chanted quietly.

but much to both of your shock, nothing appeared. puzzled, severus tried again but to no avail. mumbling the spell over and over again, he smacked his wand several times on his thighs, had he really grown out of his wand?

“god forsaken piece of wood!” he muttered to himself.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his multiple attempts, tapping the wand on his lap in hopes that the magic would possibly work, your smile soon turned to small laughs, but severus happened to catch onto your little laughs.

“this isn’t funny, silly girl.” severus said, ruffling the ends of your hair before you let out more laughs. enough to make his heart melt.

“i know.” you suggested, you dug through your pockets and found a flower crown inside and put it on severus.

severus now had been bewildered by this action, turning his head slowly only for his brow to be raised, which you clearly couldn’t take seriously, and had only made you laugh some more.

“and…how is this supposed to help me?” he asked.

“trust me! it will work, try it.” you said.

severus couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly, in actuality he did enjoy the feeling.

when he tried the patronus spell once more, he saw it had taken the form of your patronus. a rabbit hopping in and around the fields.

he would always have this hint of shock that he shared a patronus with someone, it was a feeling he could never get used to. you couldn’t help but beam at his reaction.

“severus, your patronus…”

you were just as stunned as he was, neither of you had thought this would happen. your chemistry with one another had been stronger and stronger, from the moment you and severus had set eyes on one another, you had known it was nothing but destiny that had pulled you together.

severus turned to you and instantly grabbed a hold of your hands, by instinct. there was something in him that realised the moment was just right.

in fact it was more than ‘just right,’ it was perfect.

he was really going to do this now…

“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.

“y/n m/n l/n…”

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

when severus had asked you to move into his home, not a single ounce of hesitance disappeared inside of him. he hated his home, he hated that he inhabited this place.

but he had no other choice but to at least maintain what little legacy he had (if he were to call it that.)

when you had settled in, you actually didn’t seem to mind spinner’s end and it had some sort of potential to it. severus constantly asked you how things were in the house, even the most mundane things he had constantly told you that it wasn’t the best but it was the best he could offer to you.

he feared that his best wasn’t entirely good enough for you, but you always did your best to reassure him that everything in his home was fine.

one day he had left for his job and you decided to do the things that snape had always promised to do in this house. you had planned it for a while, but had to find the perfect timing and severus being away at hogwarts for the day seemed to fall perfectly in your plans.

you were in for a very long day ahead.

severus had always found the items in his home having a particular place in each room, he didn’t want anything to be changed or it wouldn’t have felt right to him. you had been very careful about that, you put everything into boxes so that they could be taken out later, and got round to deep cleaning the house from top to bottom.

severus had neglected the deep cleaning process, always at the back of his mind however, he never done so.

how could severus live like this? was all you could think about. considering how much neglect he had received from his father, that would have been one of the many factors.

once the deep cleaning was complete, you went to organize all of his books, they had a comforting feeling in your grasp. you took a note of how severus organized his shelves and followed it down to the point.

you had wanted to make this place at least worth coming home to for him. you had seen how miserable severus had lived his life and it hurt you to see that.

as the day went on you had been putting in the finishing touches of the house. you had rearranged the furniture slightly and as you had placed severus’ knick-knacks all over the house, it made you hope that he appreciated all you had done.

suddenly you heard the keys jangle outside and you bustled to the front door, quick to open it.

“sev! you’re back.” you squeaked slightly, shoving your entire body in his arm and peppering kisses all over his lips.

severus had been shocked at the sudden affection, he had never felt that he deserved such a thing.

“i’ve got something to show you.” you said excitedly.

you took his hand and there was where you showed him the house. a mixture of emotions wavered in, as you showed him all of the little details of the newly arranged home, severus couldn’t decipher the feelings he had in the moment.

you had shown him the ground floor of the house, the kitchen and the tiny hallway and then the living room.

his chair had remained the same, by the fire place. the bookshelves looked…new. for a fact he had known that the books on those shelves were nowhere near new.

you had been talking about the newly arranged desk, picking up some of his favourite quills here and there.

but severus said nothing.

that deadpan (with the added shock) expression remained, as you looked up to your lover you could tell he was going to explode at any second.

you frowned as you put down the quills, “i’m sorry…” you mumbled, walking past him and going upstairs. closing the door on the bedroom you shared, you cried quietly to yourself as you slumped on the floor.

then the door slowly opened again, through your glossy tears you saw severus.

he then did something you almost never saw him do before, he pulled you into his arms. it had been awkward at first but you warmed up to his touch, new tears dripping down your face.

“i’m so sorry…i should have asked you, it won’t…it won’t happen again.” you mumbled.

“why are you apologizing?” severus asked.

“because, i ruined your house. i thought it would be nice to give you something nice to come home to. but you don’t like it.” you sniffled.

you did all of that for him?

“why would you think i wouldn’t like it?” severus asked again.

“because you like everything to be the same. you don’t like changes, i did too much.” you said.

if anything, severus had liked the changes you made in his home. it felt like he had stepped into a completely different place and he grew to like it.

“darling…i do love it. you’ve done the one thing i wished i could do to this home, you have no need to be upset.” severus reassured.

that made you hug him even tighter, he could only smile only to himself. you both got up and continued your tour of the newly decorated home, rambling about the tiny items that meant a lot to the pair of you.

you even had dinner freshly made, and so you both sat on the floor by the fireplace, with plates of lasagne at hand. of course you made it and severus did in fact love your lasagne. you listened to severus talk about his day, it warmed your heart that he was able to open up to you. that he felt accepted enough by you to talk not only of the past but the present also.

you had both finished your foods and now you had been in one another’s arms, staring intently at the fires crackling in between the woody piles. from time to time, you had exchanged small kisses but they were the ones that always made the moment even more special.

“how long do you think you’ll stay with me y/n?” severus asked.

“well…for as long as we want, unless you wish to have me around. i don’t want you to be bored of me” you answered.

“how could you say that? y/n i couldn’t get bored of you. not in the slightest.” severus replied, with zero hesitation.

it shocked him how easily the words seemed to flow out of his mouth, it would take him months, hell even years to say that to someone but with you it seemed to be so easy.

and it was.

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settling in at spinners end was like any other place for you. you seemed to enjoy the dark aesthetic of the small town, how it seemed to be secluded from everywhere else in england and everyone seemed to be in their own little bubble but yet everyone knew everyone.

you had lived there for a year at that point, you had wanted to go outside. you knew a forest that wasn’t far away from the home, it had been heavily raining over the last few days. you seemed to enjoy the aftermath of the heavy rain.

“severus!” you called.

you slid into his office, his head shot up.

“ah you are clearly dressed. get your coat, we are going outside.” you said as you then disappeared.

severus seemed to enjoy when you took control of the day, he enjoyed how different every day was. with no hesitation he grabbed his coat and his scarf and joined you downstairs at the front door.

you took hold of his hand and lead him outside, you held a basket on the other hand as you then handed severus the other side of your wired earphones.

“y/n you know i will never get used to your modern traditions.” severus said.

“oh come on sevvy, you can listen to music at the palm of your hands! just this once, pretty please.” you pleaded.

severus grabbed the earphone and put it in as he then found himself listening to some classic rock song.

“it’s my favourite song.” you said.

the song in question was from a classic rock band. he was not entirely well versed in music, nor did he have an interest in it. but it was that moment something switched in him, the rhythm of the song seemed to catch onto him.

you squeezed his hand a little tighter as the music played.

“you’re enjoying it!” you squeaked slightly as you noticed severus humming along to the song.

severus only smirked and pulled you closer as you paced closer to what looked like a forest. you were the one person that would convince him to have music in his life. severus never understood the concept of it and why people enjoy it so much, but whenever music was played around you his whole life seemed to change.

there was always a song he would associate with you, which made him appreciate you more and more by the second.

“i found the perfect spot.” you said once you arrived.

you both entered deeper into the forest until nothing but the top of the trees was all you could see once you looked up.

severus looked around the spot you mentioned, serenity was you could feel. you were at peace with him.

with every second severus was with you, the more entranced he was. oh how your hair swiftly followed the breezes of the spring time winds, and when the sun slowly followed after you had looked nothing but a piece of art to him.

you were always his work of art.

“oh severus look!” you called and got up instantaneously.

severus sat up slightly, only to have his eyes on you. his gaze not leaving you, he was loved undeniably.

you sat right next to him and there you had picked up a small rabbit.

“oh severus! look at its ears, its adorable.” you squeaked, stroking the rabbit that had sooner or later, gained your trust.

severus looked to the furry animal, stroking it slowly.

you tried to let the rabbit go.

but it later came back.

you let it go back to its home, but not even five minutes later it would come back to you and severus. even making its way to severus’ lap and sleeping.

“i think it likes you.” you giggled.

it was quite adorable you thought. severus becoming a father of a rabbit within five minutes of your date together.

you enjoyed severus softening slightly at the sight of animals, seeing him tend to a stray rabbit was something you didn’t see everyday, but perhaps this would mean something for the both of you later in the line of your lives.

you scoot to severus, resting your head on his upper arm, then slowly wrapping his arm around you, you both took in the scenery, soft breaths escaped your lips as parts of the sunlight hit the forest bestowed upon you.

you felt like you spend an entire life time with him if you could.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.

“y/n m/n l/n…”

“will you marry me?”

you couldn’t decipher the question and then it dawned on yo.

severus wanted to marry you. someone out there was willing to marry you.

tears flooded your eyes and dropped from your face, as you couldn’t see severus through your hazy vision of your sobs.

“yes…of course i’ll marry you.” you replied.

choked sobs escaped severus, putting the ring on you and embracing you into his arms and spinning you slowly.

“we’re going to get married.” you said barely louder than your normal voice.

“we really are.”

severus didn’t want to let you go in the slightest.

and it was in that moment that you were undeniably in love with severus snape.

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ijustssnappe · 2 years

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Snovers Assemble: The Sequel

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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Heyyyy! For the writing asks I’m curious about 4,10, and 13 !

Hey, bestie!! Thank you for the ask!

4. What is your favourite genre to write for?

10. In which of your stories would you like to live?

13. What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?

ANSWERS

4. I LOVE horror/thriller!! I’ll dabble in the occasional fantasy but it’s mostly scaryish stuff!

10. I wrote an adorable fantasy fic about how my parents met that I’d love to live in! Unfortunately it was years ago and it was in a notebook that I lost, but if anyone wants details about it lmk! (If the good people WANT…I might redo it and post it on wattpad when I’m done with the story I’m currently writing👀)

13. Don’t over detail. If it doesn’t contribute to the plot then leave it out! (This is one of my bad habits so I keep this in the back of my mind when writing) and since I write horror, I saw advice that said if you feel like your idea is classic horror, at least give it a nice plot twist or something that makes it unique! (At first I found myself writing stereotypical horror and I didn’t feel like my stories were creative, so this piece of advice really helped me too!)

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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| 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 | Lucius Malfoy

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Lucius takes "revenge is a dish best served cold" literally

I highly recommend reading part one before continuing on with this story.

Warnings/Contents: dom/sub relationships, food play, daddy kink, thigh riding, choking, spanking, mentions of collars, spit kink, degradation, overstimulation, some praise, and ✨aftercare✨

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8K

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As you approached Lucius, he patted his thigh, signaling you to take a seat. You hesitated for several moments, but at the sound of him clearing his throat you quickly did as you were told. Lucius held you by your waist and adjusted you so your legs dangled off to the side, your ass firmly pressed against his crotch.

His hands ran along your exposed thighs. Again, you cursed yourself for your choice of attire. Although it didn’t seem like Lucius minded. He was busying himself with running his hands all over your body. Your anxiety faded away slightly. This just felt like a typical day being Lucius’ pet. He often called you to his office on stressful days so he could, as he put, “take the edge off” Usually that just involved small stuff so he could get right back to work. Though Lucius seemed more handsy than normal tonight.

“You’re so tense pet. What’s got you so worried?”

He whispered the words right into your ear. Punctuating his sentence with a squeeze of your upper thigh and a nibble on your sensitive earlobe. He chuckled at your shocked gasp and continued touching you all over. His hands eventually fell on your chest as he cupped your breasts through the chiffon fabric.

“Such a lovely dress.” He paused to leave sloppy kisses along your neck. “Such a shame I won’t get to see you in it again.”

Before you could open your mouth to question him, Lucius grabbed the neckline of the dress and pulled it apart at the seams. It ripped down the middle, exposing your breasts to him. He continued to rip apart the dress until it laid in strips on the floor. The show of strength sent a rush of heat to your cheeks and your core.

“Much better, don’t you think princess?” He hummed.

You were now sat in Lucius' lap completely naked. This was a dangerous place to be right now especially after last night’s events. There was no telling what he would do to you. Lucius loved punishments, the harsher the better. It’s why you never acted out. Though on the few occasion you did, you weren’t able to walk properly for days following the incident. Tying him to the bed and edging him for who knows how long, now that had to be at the top of the list of worst behavior.

“Answer me.” He brought his hand down on your thigh. You jumped in his hold and attempted to get to your feet, but he had snaked an arm around your waist to hold you in place.

“Yes sir. Much better.” You squirmed in his hold, desperate to get away.

“Stop your squirming little girl. You aren’t going anywhere.” He tightened his hold on you, but you continued to kick at him to try and escape. “Oh princess. This won’t do.” He tutted and flipped you over in his lap so your ass was presented to him and your head hung off his legs.

He ran his palm over the curve of your cheeks, stopping to squeeze them in his hands. You whined out at his harsh grip. “Crying already? Pathetic slut. I haven’t even gotten started.” He chuckled and brought his hand down against you. You were expecting a spanking, but nothing could have prepared you for the pain.

Lucius loved to slap your ass with his rings on. He even turned them around sometimes so your soft flesh would receive the imprint of the serpent from the silver ring he always wore. Lucius continued the punishment without pause. Sometimes he focused on one side before switching to the other. Smacking your ass in rapid succession or with slower more powerful ones. By the time he stopped, tears streaked your face. He rubbed his hands over the sensitive skin in soothing circles. “That’s what misbehaved little girls get. They get their ass spanked by daddy. Have you learned your lesson, pet?”

“Yes!” You called out, attempting to raise your head and meet his eyes. Another smack. You howled out in pain.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good girl.” Lucius helped you sit back up on his lap and you hissed once pressure was put on your aflame bum. No position you tried alleviated the pain and the last thing you wanted was to squirm around again.

Lucius unexpectantly reached out and tweaked your nipples, He laughed at your reactions and continued to play with them, switching back and forth between each breast. While rolling your hardened buds in between his fingertips he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you dearest.”

“Thank you, sir.” You panted, focusing on the building pleasure from his harsh touches. Lucius pulled you close so your back was pressed up against his chest, his left thigh in between your legs. Then he snapped his fingers and an ice cream cone appeared, topped with a swirl of vanilla soft serve. Lucius reached out to grab it and when you stuck out a hand to take the cone from him, he held it out of your reach.

“Ah ah. I’ll hold it little one. You just come here and lick it.” He whispered in your ear as he brought the cone close to you. Was this his game? Embarrassment? Lucius watched your every move, clearly enjoying the show. Your hesitant kitten licks and how you had to strain to keep yourself balanced on his thigh.

When you tried to use your hands at all, he would use his other hand to pull them behind your back. Since Lucius held the cone, it was difficult to eat the ice cream in a clean or graceful way. Especially since he barely spun it around, so the excess often spilled.

A few drops of the vanilla custard dribbled down your chin and landed on your breasts. Lucius was quick to use his tongue to clean up after you. Licking a stripe from the corner of your mouth down to your chest. Leaving a wet trail in his wake.

“You taste delicious my pet.” He purred in your ear. His filthy words were mixed with more sucking and biting against your neck. It became more and more difficult to focus on the ice cream in front of you so of course, a bigger mess was made.

“Dirty girl.” He rubbed the spilled ice cream into your skin. The cold raising goosebumps all over your body. You whimpered and ground yourself into his thigh. “I give you an innocent little snack, and all you can think about is getting fucked. Am I right?” He tutted.

“Y-Yes sir.”

He tipped the cone so it dripped all over your body. Everything felt cold and sticky but Lucius made sure to lick up anything that spilled, moaning against your skin as he did so. Clearly enjoying making a mess of you. He suckled the spilled dessert off your nipples for some time as you bit back whines. It felt too good to be considered revenge.

You knew it would come. Some type of punishment. He wouldn’t give in so easily especially after last night. Lucius grabbed your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks as he forced you to look up at him. His grey eyes had darkened with lust. “Open your mouth.”

Your body froze in fear. When you didn’t immediately obey his orders, he squeezed your cheeks harder, which forced your lips to part.

Lucius then took a final lick of the ice cream, then turned and spat in your mouth. “Swallow it slut.” He clamped his hand over your mouth until he felt you swallow.

“Good girl.” He stroked your cheeks gently before releasing his hold. His hands returned to exploring your body now that they were free. His arm returned to your waist and pulled you even closer to him. He bounced his knee which only increased the growing pressure between your legs.

Lucius’ hands eventually made their way up to your throat and he wrapped his fingers around it. “Sweetheart?” he hummed, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Where is your…” He punctuated his sentence by squeezing your throat. Your air was instantly cut off and you choked in his hold. “Collar?”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. Your collar. The one you were never supposed to take off without explicit permission. Yet you had, just for your shower, and since Dobby rushed you out of your room- that’s what you felt like you had forgotten earlier.

“‘m sorry Lucius-”

“That’s not my name slut.” He bounced his knee again and you cried out. His hands tightened their choke hold. “So disappointing.” He pressed a kiss under your eye, right over the tear that had slipped out.

“I thought you were my good girl.” His mocking tone made your cheeks burn. He dropped his hands from your throat and man handled you until you faced him once again, still straddling his thighs.

“I am! I’m your good girl. I promise sir.” Tears streamed down your cheeks. You never wanted to disappoint Lucius.

“Then prove it.” Lucius leaned back with his arms behind his head and watched you expectantly. “Make yourself cum on my thigh little girl.”

You stared at Lucius for a while, dumbfounded. He couldn’t be serious could he? But the look in his eyes was not a playful one. You reached up to steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders, but he only batted your hands away.

“Keep them behind your back doll. Wanna watch you struggle.” A cocky grin spread across his handsome face.

With your hands behind your back, you timidly rocked your hips back and forth. The expensive material of his trousers brushing up against you in the most delicious way. Lucius watched you with an almost bored expression. You tried to put on the show he desperately craved, but his face gave no sign to how he was feeling about your performance. Although, his growing bulge and way he gripped the armrests of his chair gave you a few hints.

You kept rutting against his thigh, but it wasn’t enough for you to finish. You brought a hand from behind your back to caress your clit, but Lucius grabbed you up by your wrist and slammed it against the armrest.

“What part of hands behind your back don’t you understand, whore?” He barked.

“‘m sorry sir.” You sobbed. He kept his hold on your wrist “You will be baby. Keep moving. Show Daddy how desperate you are.” He cooed at you which only added to the humiliation you were already experiencing. Lucius knew just how to push your buttons.

“Pathetic little girl. You’ve ruined my trousers with how needy you are. You’ll have to be punished for that too.” He ran his other hand down your back until he reached your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his large palms. “Keep moving.” He added when he felt your thrusting falter.

Eventually you found the right angle and were able to grind against him in a way that stimulated you perfectly. Sparks of pleasure traveling up your spine. Your head fell against his shoulder and a series of needy cries tumbled from your lips. Lucius chuckled as he finally released your wrist. You wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck.

“You close princess?” He ran his hands over your back. Gently assisting you in moving your hips. You could only manage a choked out “yes” which joined the other pathetic sounds he tore from your body.

You pressed harder against his leg as your thrusts became sloppy and erratic, obviously nearing your release. There was a small voice in the back of your mind crying out that he wasn’t going to let you finish, so you were desperate to tip over the edge before he could stop you.

“Sir please.” You panted into his neck.

“Please what?” He bounced his knee again, making you shudder.

“Please sir, I-I need to cum.”

Lucius pretended to think about it for a moment. A long agonizing moment where you had to fight off the overwhelming need to finish.

“Go ahead darling. Cum for me.”

With those simple words, you fell over the edge. Relief washing over you as you called out his name. Lucius stroked the back of your head gently as he encouraged you to be loud for him and keep moving your hips.

Once the pleasure subsided you started to slacken in his embrace. He steadied you and bounced his knee again. You hissed at the feeling. “Good girl. You were so good for me.”

You keened are the praise and nuzzled your head into his neck. Closing your eyes and starting to relax. “Now darling, I want you to be a good girl and cum for me again.”

Your eyes shot open, and you struggled in his hold. “Lucius- I mean sir. I can’t.”

Lucius chuckled. “You don’t have a choice baby.” He held onto your waist and forced your hips to continue moving against him. You were so overwhelmingly sensitive that the material now rubbed up against you almost painfully.

“You didn’t really think you would get off so easily did you?”

You mewled and lulled your head back as the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm built in your stomach. “Dumb baby. Look at you. That’s twice now you’re going to cum on my thigh. Grinding on me like a bitch in heat."

He leaned forward to nibble on your ear lobe. Chewing gently on the soft skin as his nails dug into the sore flesh of your bum. You had gone fairly limp in his hold. He was making you rut against him. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to approach, and Lucius gave you permission to finish. You screamed his name and arched your back as the feeling shook your body. Soaking his trousers even more with your release.

Thinking your punishment was now well served, you started to try and climb off his lap, but Lucius held you close still. “Again baby.”

You violently shook your head in protest, but Lucius brought his hand down to stroke your clit and you collapsed into his hold as he made you finish for a third time.

He readjusted you on his lap so he was able to access your soaked entrance. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you which instantly made you cum again. You couldn't tell where one finished and another started anymore. He fingered you till you clenched around him for a fifth orgasm. You were a fucked-out mess at this point. Your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead and your legs felt like jelly. You wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

Lucius stuck his fingers in your mouth, and you lazily sucked on them all while he whispered praise in your ear. “One more time Y/N. You can do it.”

He laid you over his desk and parted your legs so he had full access to your oversensitive heat. He spent ages licking, biting, and sucking anywhere he could reach till your body shook with the telltale signs of another climax. Your sixth and final orgasm. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you struggled to catch your breath. Your cunt still throbbing from the overstimulation.

You barely registered Lucius scooping you up and bringing you back to your bedroom. Once there, he laid you out on the sheets and ran a cool rag over your body until you were thoroughly cleaned up. He helped you sit up and brought a glass of water to your lips so you could stay hydrated. As you sipped the water, he ran his hand over your back soothingly.

“You were so good for me today my love.” He pulled the duvet over your naked body and brushed the baby hairs away from your face so he could stare lovingly into your eyes. “I’m so proud of you Y/N. My good girl.” He pressed several sweet and tender kisses against your lips. He did this till your shoulders relaxed. A whimper escaped you when he slid into the bed. Your body felt like it was on fire and feeling his bare skin against your own was a bit uncomfortable at first. “I hope you learned your lesson baby.”

“Yes sir.” You scooted closer and rested your head against his chest. He resumed his gentle strokes along your back and you sighed appreciatively.

“Good. I don’t want to have to punish you again over something as trivial as wearing your collar.”

“Collar?” A pang of fear swept over you, ruining the relaxed state you had drifted into. You wanted to jump up and confront him, but Lucius held you in place, cuddled up against him.

“Of course darling. That’s why I punished you today.” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could hear the taunting smirk gracing his lips. “You didn’t honestly think a tad bit of overstimulation would be your punishment for last night did you, princess? Oh no. I have much much worse things planned for that my dear girl. Just you wait.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

There will be NO part 3 for this work. It was meant to end on a “cliffhanger”

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clockworkviridis · 2 years

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Chapter One

A Professor!Severus x Student!Y/N fanfiction

Summary: Y/N is suffering from a severe migraine. Professor Snape heals her.

Warning: Vivid descriptions of pain

Categories: Angst and fluff

Thank you @insomniacaesthetic for letting me use your posts as reference for the post format!

A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction. I’d really appreciate if I could receive some criticism of my writing. Also, if you’d like me to write something Severus-related, leave me a message. I’ll try my best to fulfill your request. Enjoy!

Wild clanging bells echo in Y/N’s throbbing head. She tosses and turns under her sheets praying for the night to end — which she finds herself doing a lot lately. Ironic, because come the end of the night and the dawn of a new day, she would in turn pray for the day to end. It’s a cruel cycle, Y/N thinks. A cycle she sometimes considers ending.

The alarm clock rings and Y/N wakes up with a start. A sigh escapes from her mouth. Yet another sleepless night. She drags herself out of bed and performs her morning routine, a strong and steady pain throbbing from temple to temple.

Y/N, among the crowd of fellow H/N students, marches out the common room, towards the Great Hall for breakfast. She does not have an appetite, but a sliver of hope tells her that a little bit of food could help with the pain.

And that sliver of hope turns out to be false. The torment intensifies to the point where her vision is clouding and a ringing noise is increasing in volume, despite the meal she has eaten. Every clatter and sound of chatter in the Great Hall feels like nails on a chalkboard. She can no longer take the volume.

With her eyes glued to the stone floor, Y/N pushes the glances of her schoolmates past her and hurries out the Great Hall, towards a secluded hallway in the hopes of silence and calm.

Her vision blacks out. The ringing noise gets louder and louder, it’s deafening her. She covers her ears and tears drop from her eyes under all the pain. Why is this happening to me? She questions to herself. She collapses into a shuddering heap, gripping her head between her legs praying for the pain to end before a tap on her back jolts her up.

“Ms L/N,” a familiar voice erupts between the high-pitched ringing. She stares up at the source of the voice in the hopes of clearing up her vision, to see a figure looming over her. “it’s Professor Snape. Let me help you.”

Professor Snape? Y/N cannot believe it.

Severus gently grabs Y/N’s trembling arm to sit her up.

“It hurts,” she manages to whimper through clenched teeth. He opens a mysterious vial that he had retrieved from the pockets of his robe.

“Shh, this will help. Open your mouth.”

Y/N hesitates, but eventually complies. The professor drops a droplet of turquoise blue liquid into her mouth.

Her tastebuds are bombarded by a sudden outburst of bitter peppermint flavour, before all of a sudden, the pain comes to a halt, leaving her stunned at how fast the potion has kicked in.

Severus’ eyes are locked on Y/N’s as he analyses her reaction to the potion. His brows furrow as he notices her beginning to zone out, boarding a train of thought…

Y/N cannot believe it. Professor Snape… cares about her? She has always had the impression that he only showed concern to his favourite students, like Draco Malfoy and his friends, but nonetheless, she has always had this strange affinity for him; he’s an amazing teacher. He knows how to discipline his classes, command respect, he knows his stuff. But she has always been curious about the layers behind his inconspicuous personality. ‘Why does he seem so stoic? Why does he never smile? Why does he always seem so… sad?’ - are some of the questions she can’t help but ponder over. At times, when lessons get too boring, she likes to come up with random backstories she thinks would suit her professor. She likes to imagine the most absurd scenarios, like Professor Snape being a vampire, or a superhero like in those muggle stories - which would perfectly explain why he seems as if he’s always hiding something. More realistically, maybe he was neglected as a child and learned to prevent his feelings from bubbling up to the surface. Perhaps he was severely bullied as a teenager. Or maybe, Professor Snape lost someone very important to him after a misunderstanding and is now haunted by guilt as he is constantly reminded of i-

“Feeling better?” intereupts Severus, an edge to his tone. Y/N realises that they had been staring at each other for the whole time, their noses a quill’s length away.

As he stands up, breaking their prolonged eye contact, she stutters, “Y-yes! Yes, I feel better.” Her cheeks red, seeing as he seemed to be bothered by how long she took to respond. There’s a tingly feeling in her heart as she attempts to internalise what just had happened, this strange interaction with her favourite professor.

“The Draught of Peace. Ask if you need a vial.” And with that, his cloak billowing behind him, Severus swiftly turns to walk away, leaving Y/N alone in the remote corridor.

Severus speed-walks through the corridors, his body stiff as his mind is elsewhere. His heart is pacing. Legilimency can sometimes be a curse.

Y/N grabs the wall to pull herself up. Slapping her forehead, she cringed at how poorly she handled the awkward situation and worried about what her professor thinks about her now. She didn’t even thank him.

A bell rings throughout the castle, signalling that it is time for the first period. Y/N rushes back to her common room to retrieve the materials for her first class - a quill, a roll of parchment and a cauldron.

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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If you wanted a link to that tiktok here it is.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTd9vHhPw/

This creator has made many many videos if you scroll through their page in response to SEVERAL of people begging them to be more sensitive. Warning: these videos can be quite upsetting tbh.

Wow.. just wow.

I’m genuinely upset about this, thanks for the warning; their videos really are upsetting. :(

I know I can be pretty aggressive and insensitive sometimes, but this person really takes the cake. When will that person stop making the nazi and racism comparison? There’s literally Snape fans in the comments telling them to stop and how offensive it is, and that idiot really used “I’m a mixed person” as an excuse for what they’re doing.

@insomniacaesthetic I’m so glad you and other Snape fans are calling that person out for this, thank you. Their behaviour is disgusting.

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ao3feed-snape · 2 years

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Courage and Bravery

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/loRzdT42M

by InsomniacAesthetic

Professor Snape takes out his hatred for Gryffindors winning the house cup on a student he caught wandering the halls

Words: 4404, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Severus Snape

Relationships: Severus Snape/Reader, Severus Snape & Reader, Severus Snape/You, Severus Snape & You, snape reader

Additional Tags: Hogwarts, Top Severus Snape, Teacher-Student Relationship, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Public Humiliation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence, Desk Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Choking, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Name-Calling, Verbal Humiliation, Degradation, Forced Eye Contact, Forced Orgasm, Praise Kink, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Skirts, Slytherin Harry Potter, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Potions, Amortentia Potion (Harry Potter), Spanking, Non-Consensual Spanking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/loRzdT42M

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monster-energies · 2 years

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you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary: when the exams season takes a full force, you are doing everything that you are expected to. or rather feel obligated to do. one day severus finds you in the library and all your exhaustion and emotions are let out and you just need someone to tell you everything will be okay...

warnings: platonic teacher/student relationship, panic attacks, implications and actions of burn out and emotional meltdowns, angst

rating: teen and up audiences

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word count: 6717

this oneshot can be found on archive of our own

author’s note:

title's namesake: lyrics from the song matilda by harry styles

hey besties ! long time no see....again ( lets see how many times i say that LMAO ) i passed second year, got rejected from a job, travelled outside london for the first time and collected rocks. theres your authors note update SKVCVJJDJKVJD

i've been in a HUGE writing rut HOWEVER, i do want to keep writing and put out fics i love. and september and autumn is approaching which is my favourite season and i really hope i get to do this whenever i can.

i was sent anonymous request that read: "hiiii!! can i request a comforting fic where severus comforts fem! reader bcs she's having a mental breakdown and burnt out over school works since reader's now on her seventh year and some of the subjects are getting harder and harder. tysm 💚💚" and i very much resonated with this request ( because second year burnout got me LOL ) so to whoever sent this request, thank you !! this request really challenged me as i rarely write platonic relationships but i do love me a challenge so YES !!!i hope you enjoy this oneshot !! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <333

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another academic year was soon making its finish. but there was one thing blocking a hogwarts student to their freedom.

it was the exam season.

undoubtedly it was a time that burdened many students, keeping them up all night practising endless charms and endless potions.

you were no stranger to such a routine. in fact it was something you had been accustomed to all your life.

you had pretty high expectations for yourself and did not wish for those standards to go any lower. with the upbringing and your family reputation, there was no room for error.

studying and education pretty much inhabited your life, at first you loved it. then again. who wouldn’t? the concept of a routine, wearing posh (to some extent) uniform, going through the same halls everyday. not many people had this sort of life and for you, it was a privilege beyond belief. it was really chance to romanticise your life, and you didn’t know anyone outside the wizarding world who had the comfort to do that.

but all of that that came at a cost, with your parents being educators in the wizarding world. there was clearly no room for error.

you had to be perfect at every cost.

the more you had that thought linger over you every day, the more you hated studying, you hated being confined to you and your thoughts and a quill and some ink and answering things that were only right or wrong, no inbetween.

with the pressure of the newt exams, and leaving hogwarts, there was so much to think about.

and there was so much that only you, a mere human being can take.

as you were in your seventh year, there was a lot at stake, wizarding internships you’ve taken, the amount of studying you would have done, how you were perceived.

oh you took that to a different level, you knew how much was on the line.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

your day had been nothing short of horrible. you had overslept and left you no choice but to hurriedly get your uniform on and scurry to your class without any breakfast. leaving you in an unkempt state, nothing like how you would usually appear. you had transfigurations first, you thought of how you had been forgetting something and you couldn’t figure out what it was. but that was then professor mcgonagall reminded you, you were missing your cloak. you forgot it at the dorms, and you couldn’t go back to get it.

so you sat in your class, embarrassed at the fact that your professor had called you out like this in front of your entire class.

after an assortment of classes, you had one inconvenience after another happen today, and you weren’t in the mood for this at the slightest. and it was really starting to get under your skin, you didn’t want to see anyone you knew at all, then again…were you really close with anyone in this school?

so you had gone into the girls bathrooms and quietly sobbed to yourself, you were lucky moaning myrtle wasn’t around at this time…that way she wouldn’t have pestered you. not that you didn’t like her, but she was like a house fly, always around and never really leaves you alone.

you had one class left, potions with professor snape.

it had been one of your favourite classes until today. you had been dreading going into such a tense class, especially with someone like professor snape. not to say you were both on bad terms as teacher and professor, he actually tolerated you.

after the day you had, where everything had been going wrong, you could think of millions of other places to be in rather than potions.

you couldn’t focus at all, you had found yourself freezing up at each ingredient you had used up. were they even the right ones?

you didn’t even realize that your cauldron’s mixture had been bubbling until an explosion occurred, ruining your already ‘incorrect’ uniform and the cauldron breaking apart.

the classroom left in complete silence. did you fail at a potion? you failed at something and the whole class and the potions master were left stunned.

“5 points from slytherin.” professor snape bluntly announced, much to the dismay of your classmates.

once professor snape had announced the assignment for his upcoming class, your fellow peers had left however, you froze.

severus was about to start putting everything away but hadn’t realised until now… you were the only one left.

“miss l/n. class is over. you are free to leave.” severus said.

you shot up, tears brimming your eyes as you approached him eye to eye.

“please sir, let me start again. i can perfect this potion…i know it like the back of my hand.” you stammered out.

“given your lack of participation in the class and your failure to create the potion, i cannot let you do so.” severus said.

you felt your heart sinking, severus glided away from you continuing to clear up his classroom. but suddenly he turned around to find you dropped to the floor.

“y/n!” he called.

you could only hear your quickened breathing, your urge to speak halted by your hyperventilating. severus was about to berate you for not leaving his class, but the second he saw your vulnerable state…all his guards broke down.

“miss l/n, do you know where you are?” he asked.

“p-potions!” you uttered.

“good, do you know what you’re going through right now?”

you instantly shook your head, your breathing instantly getting worse, sweating bullets and your hyperventilating soon turning into gasps of fear.

this was never something you had to go through, you couldn’t handle yourself in this moment.

that was until you felt your professor take your hands and held them tightly between his own.

“y/n…i need you to focus, only on my voice and nothing else. you have to breathe, take deep breaths in…and out…like this.” severus said. he slowly begun to demonstrate the deep breathing and you shortly followed suit.

once your professor found you capable of taking deep breaths on your own, he slowly stopped but his hands still grasped yours.

“there we go...how do you feel?” severus asked.

you only shrugged, you had twitched your lips to at least try and say something but you couldn’t say anything.

you looked to your professor and he gave you a small nod. “i don’t know…professor.” your hoarse voice croaked.

severus helped you up and grabbed a nearby chair, dragging it opposite to his desk and guided your timid body to the chair. “please have a seat.” he said.

you watched him fill up a glass of water in a cup and handed it to you.

“you’ll need it y/n, no point in hesitating now.” he said.

“if you wish to tell me anything, you have the opportunity to do so. but…if you would like some time, to calm down, garner your thoughts…i won’t kick you out.” severus assured.

upon giving you the choices, severus knew you weren’t going to tell him straight away. so he sat, marking some first year assignments. the scratchings of the quills, the bubbling of cauldrons soothed you in a way. you liked staying in professor snape’s classroom, an all round ambience that always satisfied you and made it a safe place for you.

after what felt like hours, you couldn’t let your thoughts be an additional company in this already eerie classroom.

“i had a bad day, professor.” you said.

severus perked up, putting his quill away and all his attention went to you. “how bad? on a scale from zero to ten?” he asked.

“nine and a half.” you admitted.

“quite high rather than your usual days.” severus replied.

you softly laughed at his remarks, and you nodded.

“all of the things that never entirely go wrong…went wrong today. i overslept, and i couldn’t find my cloak. i then i was late for transfiguration and got point deducted. i’ve had such horrible lessons and some pathetic first year spilt their juice all over my books as i was studying. and this class went so badly, i just…i just want today to be over.” you choked up, your tears dropping onto your uniform as you tried to wipe away your tears.

never once did severus ever see you cry. your professor had been stunned to see you in such a vulnerable state, since nobody had the courage to do so.

he didn’t know what to do.

severus was never a caring person but perhaps he could try.

“miss l/n, y/n. you know none of this is your fault, i assure you that things will get better.” severus said.

he couldn’t help but mentally cringe at his words.

“will they?” you asked, wiping away your tears.

severus nodded. handing you a napkin, and with a tinge of hesitance you took it, wiping your face rather than ruining your uniform.

he couldn’t help but think, maybe he could trust one his students? just this once.

“my classroom and my office will always be open for you. should you require my services, i will make sure i can accommodate any of your needs.” severus replied.

your eyes glimmered for a split second, you slowly begun to realise your days were moulding into the same thing everyday but this made it different.

to know that one of your teachers was trusting you and had planned on supporting you through anything a student would need, it was reassuring to say the least.

“thank you professor.” you said, with a small grin to your face.

your professor did nothing but hum slightly.

“now…how about we re-do that potion from today’s class?” severus offered.

“that sounds like a perfect idea!” you replied.

you instantly shot up and grabbed a nearby cauldron as your potions making session commenced.

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since that potions class, you felt as if you could never forgive yourself for having such a horrible day of classes. you didn’t want to be seen as a failure, especially when both students and staff alike thought very highly of you.

you had been queen of the school, you were the ones that people would look up to.

you had been put into advanced potions classes as your success, you had been expected to achieved nothing but outstanding in not just one subject but all of your subjects.

there was a word you had always slowly despised. and it had to be ‘expected.’

you wished for that word to never exist, it burdened you. weighed you down endlessly and you had no choice about it. it never came to mind until recently.

once classes were over everyday, you had taken yourself to the library to study. you practically lived and breathed it by this point, you rarely spoke to any of your classmates and found yourself very isolated without you even knowing.

as you got older, you realized that your studying was supposed to be normal, something that the wizarding world (again) expected of you. you had been drowning in your education for normalcy and it exhausted you greatly.

severus had been no stranger to your thoughts. you had been greatly open about your exhaustion and if anything he was the one you trusted.

you always went to him whether it be for advice, to get away from the usual hustle bustle of the break and lunch periods and even after classes you always found yourself staying at his class or his office.

besides from that, you never seemed to interact with anyone else these days. you didn’t know it, but slowly you isolated yourself from your classmates.

you had your regular transfiguration class, well it wasn’t regular to you. you had gotten a few questions wrong today, to which professor mcgonagall had called you out for. you hated when professors felt the need to call you out for your mistakes, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

and the mistakes seemed to pile on throughout the day. you were almost grateful you didn’t have potions today. had severus seen the state you were in, you would have broken down at the seems.

you entered the library, your safe haven when everything had gone horrendously wrong. you had taken varying books from the shelves and found your favourite spot, the spot in question had been near a spiral staircase, and by a clear window where sometimes, the moon would shine down on you during your study sessions.

it was truly one of your casual magics of your day.

but today was far from it.

a wave of exhaustion hit you as you slumped at your desk, opening multiple books and trying to scribble down whatever felt normal to you. whatever felt right or wrong, but you couldn’t. the longer you sat, the more drained you became.

hours, weeks, months to study for a piece of paper all to get another piece of paper that determined your future.

you were drained.

all those years of your privilege of education weighed on you. and you couldn’t help but slump over your arms and cry.

your tears dripping onto your work.

you never truly realized how lonely you were.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“oh severus, you’re lucky i caught you! a word? if i may?” minerva asked as she caught severus right on time.

severus nodded and followed minerva. what could she possibly want?

“i’ll cut straight to the point and won’t stop you from going to your night shift. but have you spoken to miss y/n l/n as of late?” minerva asked.

now that he was thinking about it, he hadn’t seen you all day. he didn’t have his advanced potions class much to his dismay, as they had been the saving graces of his week.

“no i haven’t. i didn’t see her at all today! she isn’t in any trouble is she?” he asked, his brow cocked upwards naturally.

“oh no no, she isn’t. however i have been concerned about her as of recent months. she hasn’t spoken to any of her classmates. nor her teachers in quite a few months. i really worry that the newts are getting to her.” she said.

perhaps it had something to do with minerva being quite harsh on her seventh years, perhaps it was because you wanted to get good grades. but your reasonings were beyond her.

“so naturally you decided to approach her head of house?” severus said. minerva only nodded.

“i know how much those slytherins of yours look up to you! especially her, and believe me she is by far one of a kind. but please make sure she’s okay!” minerva said.

severus agreed, and they had both part ways. he made sure that no students were dawdling around in the corridors and much to his surprise it was awfully quiet, but of course he had known where students had been skiving off. he was hogwarts alumni himself.

once he deducted as many points as he possibly could and escorted the students back to their respective common rooms, he then went and checked the library. it would usually be quiet, however due to the oncoming examinations it was busy, however the library was closed for the night. but it wouldn’t harm him if he inspected.

quiet.

how it should be prior to the exam season.

there hadn’t been many students in the library, except there was one. all the on the top, he climbed up the spiral staircase ready to scald whoever it was. but before he could go any further, he had heard…crying. he grabbed his wand and mumbled the lumos incantation.

his face dropped slightly as he quietly reached the top floor. your books laid out all over the table, he could hear your sniffles, your body trembling slightly. he couldn’t help but frown, you were a spitting image of him in his youth.

he could remember the countless nights in which he spent all night studying because he had nobody to go to anymore. nothing fulfilled him at that time and his education was his only way out.

“y/n?” he called.

you jolted up, startled by the light that alarmed you more than anything. the sight of you was shocking to severus, he hadn’t seen you in such a state. your blood shot eyes, your dried tear stains like snail trails and your pool of tears riddled all over your books. you could see on severus’ face he was disappointed, and that got you in a complete panic.

with a wave of his wand, everything had disappeared from the table. all your personal belongings had been moved to severus’ office, for the time being.

severus knelt to your level and gently put his hand on your arm. “i think its time we had a chat.” he said.

you followed him all through hogwarts, down the spiral staircase and into the dungeons where his office had been next to his class.

severus let you enter his office and you sat opposite his desk. severus sat opposite you, he didn’t have that normal expression, it was a look of worry.

“y/n…is everything okay? some of the professors have raised some concerns. they just want to check in on you.” severus asked.

his words lingered but his voice soothened you, his words were enough for you to sob. all your emotions let out in this small office, and severus couldn’t help but frown.

he didn’t speak, severus pulled a chair and wrapped you in his embrace. never before had he been this caring towards any of his students, he would never have hugged a gryffindor to comfort them from their turmoil.

he let you cry all you needed. it hurt him greatly that one of his best students had been holding such emotions. he slowly took off his cloak and wrapped it around you, having noticed how cold you were.

after some time had passed, he slowly let go of you and you took out that napkin he gave you all those months ago and you wiped your tears on them.

“any better?” severus said. you nodded, “now then…whats got you like this?” he asked.

after a pause, you had fiddled with the hems of your jumper avoiding eye contact with your professor.

“i’m so exhausted professor. i just want this school year to be over. all my revision is going so wrong, and i can’t study. i’m so tired of everything, everything is the same professor. i wake up and i go to my classes and i answer the same questions and then i get them wrong…and i know everyone’s going to laugh at me because they know me and they think i’m a failure, all my teachers don’t even acknowledge that i’m here and i hate it. i’m so…so alone, and i just can’t… i can’t do this anymore.” you rambled, you tried not to burst into tears again, but it was inevitable that such a thing would happen as you found yourself crying once more.

“oh y/n…” severus mumbled.

it shattered him knowing this was happening to you, severus knew you had come to him because he was the one who made your school days better, he knew what it was like to be the gifted but burnt out child and he didn’t want that to happen to you.

“it’s going to be so difficult these few months, i know how you feel and believe me…i understand. quite possibly more than you know.” he said.

“not many people know this, but i was in your shoes when i was at school. everything you are feeling is valid and if you need my assistance in anything, i would be more than happy to do so.” severus continued.

you nodded, a teary smile appeared to your face.

severus only hummed slightly, getting up and going to the counter, grabbing the old kettle filling it with water. you sat there, wondering to yourself. how foolish you were to drain yourself to such lengths, the guilt hanging in the air like a puppet.

you heard footsteps as severus slowly returned with a mug of hot tea. “thank you…” you mumbled.

severus returned to his seat, picking up a few papers and writing in them. you watched him carefully as you sipped the tea he made. it was peppermint. much to your surprise, it was your favourite kind of tea.

“professor, what were you like at school?” you asked.

severus looked up, a shy smile appeared to your face, but it quickly disappeared. he sighed softly, you needed someone to talk to. he put his quill down and got up, rummaging through a box he had at his shelves. he had picked out a few things, nothing that you could decipher what they were.

he placed them gently at the table, you peered over and took a good look at the photos.

“is that you?” you said, pointing to the school year group photo. severus nodded, “i’m surprised you of all people can recognize me.” he said.

“well you do have quite a distinctive appearance…in a good way of course!” you reiterated.

severus half heartedly laughed, not many people in his life managed to do that. but you did, perhaps this was a new feeling for him.

“no need to emphasise, i know you didn’t mean it like…that. but yes, i was a student here much like yourself. 1971 until 1978, i was exactly like you…” he started to say.

should he even continue?

he did.

“my studies were the only thing that could get me away from the reality i lived in, the world was too harsh and i had nobody to call home. not even my own father wanted to make the effort, so my head was always down in my endless books. i…was alone. and i still am, the people i once loved are long gone and the people i have grown to despise may not be around, but their presence still lingers…” he continued.

he had been pacing left to right by his desk, looking at the stained glass window. he could remember all the faces of those who hurt him, those who even tried to kill him. he was surprised how he even survived not one but two wizarding wars.

“i experienced everything you are currently feeling in his moment, the constant exhaustion and the fatigue. reading the same contents over and over again until you tire yourself out, having nobody to go to because you’re alone…so lonely.”

sympathy was all you could feel. you frowned upon listening to him, how could he think he think this way?

“well i don’t think you’re alone sir, you have the other professors…you have me.” you said.

severus look up slightly. the hint of realization at your words, he had you. no he didn’t.

“you? don’t be ridiculous, you’ll leave…like every other student and you’ll be glad you got rid of your pathetic potions professor.” severus snapped.

you both looked at each other, yours with worry and the latter with sheer regret.

“my apologies, i shouldn’t have said that.” severus said.

but what came was unexpected for the potions master. he heard to cup being placed quietly, and then he saw you at his side, looking at him with no shame and with that smile on your face you said…”no one should ever be alone, not even you professor.”

his heart filled with warmth, how could you be so caring and kind at your lowest moments? that was something that astounded him.

“thank you y/n…your words are greatly appreciated.” severus said.

you both sat down back at his desk, where the silence was no longer dreary for the both of you. it was calm.

“i have something for you.” severus said.

you perked up a little bit, curious to know what your professor had in store or you.

as severus looked through his desk, he then picked up a book. it was the advanced potions making book you were using, he placed it in front of you.

“professor, that’s yours…i can’t take that from you!” you stated shocked that he would hand yo something personal. not only to borrow but to even keep!

“y/n i insist. you are one of my model students, your future is bright beyond belief. i learnt a long time ago, never put your prized possessions in the wrong hands. i am making the right decision here, this is something i want you to keep. and you needn’t worry, i have many a copy from this book.” severus insisted.

he was right! he had many copies from this book, he preferred the second and first editions of the book he had stuck by for so long and it had become a routine for him to annotate them the exact way he would have when he was a student.

“well, if you would really want me to keep this, then thank you. that means a lot to me.” you said, your true smile coming back to you.

“you’re welcome.” severus answered.

severus hadn’t even realized how long they had been in his office, but it was certain that it had been way past midnight. but the potions master couldn’t care less. even he could break the rules just this once, if it meant making positive memories for his favourite student.

he hadn’t smiled in years, listening to you talk about your interests, your future, it really intrigued him.

upon hearing how your parents were educators in the wizarding world, he found out where that stress and pressure came from. for him, it was the house. when his mother died, his father had completely taken over. the only spark that lit up the snape household was no more, his father was quick to put that out in an instant.

the smile on your face turned to a frown once you mentioned the stresses you were under, what would they think of her now? skiving off at night to hang out with her potions professor?

severus could read you like a book, he knew there was doubt in you. you were getting cold feet about leaving hogwarts, the exams, being pushed out into the wizarding world. it was all dawning on you.

“if this will be of any reassurance…i want you to know, there is absolutely no pressure for you to be perfect. whether it be in grades or how you wish to be portrayed at this school, its all entirely up to you and your future is in your hands. if in the case things…don’t go accordingly, i will make sure you go on the path you rightfully deserve.” severus said.

it was a lot to promise from him, but he figured he can push some buttons, and pull some strings if things failed. to which he was certain they won’t, but there was no harm in thinking ahead.

“now, i think its high time you got some rest madam.” he scalded slightly. as he looked to his clock and finding out it was way later than expected.

“yes professor, i’ll head back to the dorms.” you said, getting up and heading for the door but was soon interrupted but the clearing of his throat.

“oh, your cloak sir.” you said.

“keep it.” he replied.

“but you never-”

“don’t worry about that. i have spares. i came to give you this.” he answered.

he then handed you an invisibility cloak. “i want the invisibility cloak returned tomorrow.” severus added.

you looked to him and nodded. “thank you professor snape. i won’t ever forget this, not one bit. i never told you this but, you truly are my favourite teacher here.” you plucked the courage to say.

you then did the unthinkable, you gave severus a hug. he didn’t really know what to do, nobody had admitted to saying that before. his arms slowly wrapped around your back and patted it gently, once you both let go you left his office.

he felt a tear escape his eyes, he wiped it away and then looked at the door. he never realised how much of an impact he had on his students, until now.

you solidified that even he mattered in a place like hogwarts.

you made him feel so important.

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the empty dorm.

you couldn’t believe that everything was over, you got the grades you desired and you knew what you truly wanted the moment you stepped out of hogwarts.

you slowly realized that you didn’t tell professor snape about your grades. you left the empty dorm, and sped walked down the spiral staircase. the smile on your face grew wider upon entering to cool dungeons, you knocked on the door of professor snape’s office as you beamed at being in the presence of your potions master.

and then the door opened.

“y/n.” severus said.

“hi professor.”

“what brings you here? the train will be leaving soon.” he replied.

“i just wanted to take a look around one last time.” you answered.

he then made some space for you to come inside the classroom, you took a good look around at every table, every cauldron.

all the potions that were on the shelf, all the ingredients. the candle lit classroom bringing you true happiness and then you looked to your professor.

you thought of all the good memories you made with him. it was truly funny. you had spent the most time with him, more than any other teacher. you remember how excited you would always be to go to potions class. everyone would ask you why you would be happy to see someone as grouchy as professor snape, and it was a question that had many many answers.

but you just did. you liked it.

you then rummaged through your bag and handed him a piece of a paper. a transcript of your grades.

“i never showed you did i?” you said.

severus shook his head, you watched him unfold the paper and there he saw the grades. outstandings with a few exceeds expectations, he saw the outstanding grade in potions and a smirk on his face. he looked to you and nodded approvingly.

handing you the paper back, that small twitch in his lips grew a little wider this time.

“you’ve done me very proud y/n.” severus said as he patted your shoulder lightly.

you had a smile that lit up the whole class. hearing your favourite professor say that meant the world.

you hadn’t heard those words in a very long time.

“go on y/n. the train is waiting.” severus said handing back your results.

“oh right…” you said, wiping away a single tear. before you left the potions class, you turned back to professor snape….one last time.

“thank you professor. for everything.” you said.

severus nodded. “it was a pleasure knowing and teaching you.” he replied.

you smiled tearfully, severus saw you almost breaking apart and that was the last straw for him. he glided to you and gave you a tight hug.

“you’re off to do great things y/n, i know it. and i’m so proud of you.” he said.

you were going to miss him.

the greatest teacher you had ever known.

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it had been years upon teaching you. severus had yet to find a student that can match what you had, he had been going through diagon alley when all of a sudden, he had seen a long que at one of the book stores. he then saw your name in the window.

next thing he knew, he saw your name on the building.

he didn’t bother lining up, he had barged past people and entered the shop that had your name on it.

a brochure on the table’s entrance that read: ‘y/n’s corner. for all your wizardly needs.’

“excuse me, have you seen miss l/n? i believe she owns the shop.” he asked.

“oh she’s not here at the moment.” one of the workers said.

and there he stood.

not bothering to move from the shop

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“y/n, thank goodness you’re here. some git barged into the que and he isn’t leaving the shop! its 6 o’clock, we have to close now.” the worker said.

“right…well, you can go home. i will close the shop tonight, okay?” you said.

the worker nodded and went to grab their things and left.

the worker took one look and left, flipping the label from open to closed. severus watched the worker leave, and then back at the shop, and there he saw you.

“hello professor.” you said.

your grin wider than ever as you approached him and gave him the longest and tightest hug. he was taken aback at first but warmed up to your touch.

you stayed like that for quite some time before eventually one of you let go.

“its good to see you again y/n.” severus said.

“oh we’re finally on first name basis now!” you replied.

“it’s nothing but 4 years since you left. you can call me severus now.” severus answered.

“well…severus you haven’t aged at all, not since the last time i saw you.” you teased, testing his name out on him and needless to say it was a perfect name for him.

“i see you’ve made a name for yourself. your shop has everything.” as severus changed the subject he continued to look around the shop, he sat down at one of the chairs and watched you pt everything back into its places.

“i took a year away from education, making this shop felt like my true calling. obviously i would like to go to university but this shop keeps me going. oh if you’d like the tour, books and all your educational essentials are on the second floor, all your magical needs are on this floor here and the bottom is my favourite place, the café.” you said.

severus got up and took a good look around, the vials of potions and ingredients labelled at the bottom. he put them back and made his way to the second floor where you had been sorting out the books.

what caught his eyes was your name on one of the books.

“you’ve been writing?” severus asked.

you perked up from one of the shelves and stood by severus, by the time you had stood next to him he felt something completely brand new.

his heart had skipped a beat when you were in his presence, you picked up the book and flipped through the pages.

“i write a bit of everything, i think its going to be the one of the many things i love for a very long time.” you asked.

severus couldn’t have been more happier, while he didn’t show it he was happy that you had made a name for yourself in the wizarding world.

you grabbed a marker and slipped a piece of paper into the book, handing it to him with a smile.

“here. its on me.” you said.

“are you sure? i’m capable of paying.” he asked with a brow raised.

“i insist.” you replied.

he looked to the clock, it had been getting late.

“well…i appreciate this y/n, i’ll be heading off.” severus replied.

“will i be seeing more of you?” you asked.

“perhaps you will.” he answered.

you beamed, as you both went to the bottom of the shop you felt something warm grow inside you. it was like you were back at hogwarts, staying in his class after your day has ended. talking to him about your day and he would listen.

before you and severus parted ways once more, you grabbed a hold of his hand, both your eyes glistening at one another and then you pressed a kiss to his cheek. it was quick but it was enough for severus to be completely stunned. he had a tighter grip on the book you gave him, his pale complexion suddenly turning a tint of red as he gazed at you.

“i’ll see you around, severus.” you finally brought yourself to say, leaving to go back to your job.

as much as it shocked him, he couldn’t leave. he watched you from afar and then slowly, begun to walk away.

he then looked to the book.

he apparated back to spinners end, once arriving at his home, he sat down in his arm chair and read the book you gave him. it was fiction of some sorts, he rarely read fiction. not since he was a child. but as he continued reading he could practically envision you at your desk, writing away with that grin on your face and was very much drawn in at every word you wrote.

once the story had been over he saw the acknowledgments page he continued to read.

many people in my life had expected a lot from me and i’m certain dear reader, that if you picked up this book you would feel the same. i hope this piece of fiction gave you happiness, or you hold it in a special place in your life whether it be publicly or privately. my biggest dedication goes to the first person who ever saw such potential in me. severus snape.

my potions professor at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. anyone who knows him well understands how much of a tough nut he is to crack but with myself in particular, he was truly the kindest of people. he supported me constantly in my seven years at hogwarts and helped me realize that the people who ‘know’ what’s right for you are the ones who want you to do so much in such little time, but severus snape never expected me to be a certain person. his presence in his classes made me feel safe, when it was just myself and him helping me out in potions, he made it a safe environment for me to succeed and i couldn’t be more fortunate to have met a teacher like him.

so to severus snape, thank you for all you’ve done.

his brows furrowed as his eyes glazed over the acknowledgment. over and over, moment by moment his heart turned warm. but then he realized that wasn’t the only thing you left him, he unfolded the letter. the letter you gave him.

hello severus,

i think by now you must have finished the book. i wouldn’t be surprised if you did. i know how powerful your memory can be and your ability to retain information always astounded me, even as a student.

i wanted to give you this letter as a sign of my appreciation. i wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me in my time at hogwarts. i know i’ve definitely had my low moments, you have seen this first hand. but nonetheless, i just wanted say thank you.

thank you for being one of the best teachers at hogwarts, no wonder that you’re the best potions master in the wizarding world.

thank you for always helping me be a good student and also a good person. you helped me understand that whatever outcome i have in my grades and in my education, it doesn’t reflect on who i am as a person. i never knew what that was until you brought it to my attention all those years ago.

thank you for everything you’ve done for me at hogwarts.

you were always my favourite professor and you still are. i hope you hear that often these days.

thank you once again.

signed, y/n l/n.

he read the letter once more before gently placing the book and letter at the table by the fireplace, his eyes welled with tears as your kindness slowly begun to sunk in.

he hadn’t heard anyone tell him anything from what you wrote in that letter, and he was more than grateful he had heard it from you.

severus would never have known, but he knew it was certain.

you would be perfect for him…

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i’ve gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary: with severus snape taking full force of harry potter's occulmency lessons, he wished he was anywhere except near the boy who lived, but when a heated lesson forces old memories back into severus' mind, he doesn't seem to take them well. will he let you in with open arms ?

warnings: HEAVY ANGST !! self harm, self doubt, lots of hurt/comfort, this includes references to snape’s worst memory from order of the phoenix, very anti-marauders/anti-james potter so don’t start making arguments about my fic please.

rating: mature

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word count: 6067

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author’s note: title's namesake is lyrics from the song meet me in the hallway by harry styles.

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okay hi long time no see. university had me at the throat and i had zero motivation to write zero fiction. thats literally the reason why there's been a huge gap in my fanfics, nothing whacky like the typical ao3 author. just uni.

i didn't want to write something half arsed and post it, especially when i have this long ass break so i will be living and laughing and luvvin xx or whatever.

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no one ever really saw the true severus.

there was never a chance for him to show how he truly felt about things, which was until he met you. you had been nothing short of an acquaintance to him, someone who worked with him. how he met you was like any other person, you had taken up the defence against the dark arts post, a job he had always been rejected of by dumbledore. but you seemed to be much different, you looked as if you knew what you were doing as you continued to teach at hogwarts.

you seemed to be a natural at teaching such an extreme subject. but once everything unravelled, how your parents used to be death eaters, you had no choice but to protect yourselves from them. you were quite closed off at first, but meeting severus changed you also, making you just a bit kinder in life.

after he had finally brought the courage to confess his true feelings to you, you admitted to liking him back and exchanging some of your own feelings to him. severus only wanted nothing but to make you happy, and happiness you brought him.

he was on cloud nine whenever he was around you, even at the slight mention of you from his students or colleagues would bring his attention in an instant. he truly was lucky upon meeting you, through the confides of his own chambers he was safer with you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

he never entirely considered sharing his private quarters with someone, but now that you were with him, and rightfully you weren’t going anywhere, there was no point staying apart for this long.

severus decided he was going to ask you today, but at what time? should he wear a new suit? that would be ridiculous, he didn’t have the time to do so.

he had been lingering around in the hallways, waiting for your class to end. he heard the scraping of chairs and the chatter amongst students, he managed to catch a glimpse of some of his seventh-year potions students, who for some had been quite fortunate to have advanced classes from him which made him smirk to himself. he was to have that advanced potion class at the very end of his schedule.

he then made his way into your classroom, sneaking up on you before he found way to you, wrapping his long cloak around your body, placing small kisses on your face.

“hello, their professor, what may i do for you?” you asked, a smile beaming on your face as you turned to him returned his kisses, placing yourself at the edge of your desk.

“your hands.” you pointed out. his brows raised slightly, the moment he looked to his fingertips severus had noticed there had been a light tremble to them. you took his hands and squeezed them slightly.

“you have no need to be scared around me anymore.” you reassured; severus’ lips twitched slightly. oh he was very lucky alright.

“i understand that y/n...i happen to not be so on edge whenever you’re near.” severus said, his thumb stroking your knuckles, that resplendent smile of yours yet to fade away.

“actually, i have a question to ask you.” he said. you perked slightly as your hands were still woven with his.

“you do? what do you have to ask me sev?” you asked.

severus simply couldn’t forget the question, the most important question to him (other than a marriage proposal of course.)

“well, we’ve been…together for some time. and i...i just. would you like to move into my quarters?” severus blurted.

you blinked slightly. severus’ brows furrowed, his expression saddening as you had yet to say a single thing.

he had willingly prepared himself for you to say no, but once he looked up and saw that loving smile of yours, relief washed over him.

“you know i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for months, of course i will.” you replied, getting off the ledge of the table, reaching to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss.

severus’ hands cupped your cheek and your neck as your kiss lasted perhaps a little more than five seconds.

“you weren’t going to say no?” severus asked.

“why would i ever decline such a thing my dear. i’d be more than happy to move into your chambers tonight, tomorrow…but don’t count on me waking up early.” you answered.

he had felt a weight being lifted upon asking you that, and he couldn’t wait to have you around his quarters.

“gather your things, you can move in tonight.” severus said, his fingers dwindling at your hair as he looked at your beaming face, you pulled yourself into severus’ arms as you were excited beyond belief at his answer.

letting go from his grasp, you both stood there for a while admiring one another, both your thoughts pondering at how fortunate you were to have one another.

he stared intently at your eyes, how they wavered in varying directions as you gazed lovingly at him.

“you have a class soon sev.” you pointed out to him before he quickly snapped out of it and was about to leave to continue his lessons that were planned for the day. but you were quick to grab his hand and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“i love you. i’ll see you tonight.” you spoke.

“i love you, my dear y/n.” severus said, before the let go of your hands and left your class.

with his cloak billowing behind him as he made his way back to the realms of his potions class, a small smirk appeared to his face. he truly hadn’t been this lucky in years, it was as if every thought he had of the past had disappeared and whilst he never revealed his emotions, he truly was on cloud nine.

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the night was upon you both, you and severus had finished classes for the day. a spring in your step occurred as you almost sprinted to your quarters to gather all your things from your chambers in boxes. you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open it and there he was.

he peered over your shoulder to see you had already packed everything. “sometimes y/n you forget you are a wizard.” severus said, waving his wand and in an instant all your things had disappeared.

“they would have transported to my quarters by now.” he said.

“okay okay, no need to show off.” you teased playfully slapping his chest as you took his hand made your way down to the spiral stairs to his quarters.

you opened the door and to no surprise, your belongings had arrived right in front of you both. “merlin how many clothes does one need?” severus asked completely taken aback at the mound of clothes you had owned.

it seemed as if you had something for every occasion you picked up some of the boxes and unpacked some of your clothes. you went into his bedroom and had noticed that even severus did his part in settling you in his chambers. you arranged your clothes in the wardrobes and drawers he had prepared, then you put your shoes next to his own pairs. once the clothes were organized, you saw severus had arranged your belongings all around his. your work next to his and all your prized possessions around the chambers.

“you seem to know your way around making a room look very cosy.” you said, it looked like he knew your vision and it felt right for the both of you.

knowing severus never felt like home with his own family, he did everything he could in order to make his chambers look like a place that his teenage self would love to be in.

“did you manage to settle into the bedroom?” he asked. you nodded, you lead him into the bedroom and had saw all your clothes and your personal belongings right there.

“i think we deserve a little bit of rest don’t you think?” you suggested, sitting at the edge of the bed. severus followed suit and sat beside you, he shifted around slightly looking over at his night shirt that had been hanging inside the wardrobe.

“oh, you want to get changed. i’m sorry about keeping you from doing that hold on.” you said, getting a hold of severus’ night shirt and handing it to him before you left and shut the door on him.

severus hadn’t ever met anyone that respected his boundaries or his limits, the fact that you put him first was something he was beyond fortunate for.

he hadn’t ever been fond of getting changed in front of anyone or revealing his body of any sorts. not since the day that wretched james potter and his little clique bullied him relentlessly in losing his one friend he had when he was at school. that didn’t matter anymore, why on earth would that memory resurface now? when he seemed to be at a position where he was most content with himself?

once severus finally got changed, he opened the door as an indication for you to finally come inside. you went inside and got into the bed with severus, laying down together severus had found himself staring at the ceiling, deep in thought as he finally let you into his quarters.

“it’s saturday tomorrow, am i mistaken?” he asked.

you peered over your watch and looked at the small calendar that sat on your bedside table. “yes, it will be.” you spoke.

severus only hummed, shifting himself to the other side of the bed. his eyes glaring at the door, but his gaze was soon averted to you as you peppered kisses all over his cheek and his neck left somewhat bare. you could only see a smirk on his face as he pulled you into his arms and you laid on his chest, his heart softly beating against your ear.

“would you care to do something you enjoy tomorrow, my dear?” he offered. you nodded with a grin to your face.

“what would you like to do sev?” you asked.

“my darling y/n i insist you pick what we do tomorrow.” he said. you couldn’t but giggle and kiss your lover.

your lips lingered on for just a while longer, severus’ scent clung onto you as both gazed into each other’s eyes once you pulled away.

“how about we go to that little pond you showed me? then we do little to nothing of importance and just read to one another, how does that sound?” you suggested.

“that seems like the perfect plan y/n.” severus answered.

you smiled more at his response, nuzzling your head into his chest and a deep chuckle emerged from his lips, kissing the top of your head.

“you’re perfect y/n. my angel.” he murmured under his breath.

you were nothing but perfect to him.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“can we just rest? we’ve been at it for hours!” the young boy harry potter exclaimed at severus, trying to make his way to the door to hurry out.

severus had no choice but to teach harry potter the art of occlumency, lord voldemort had returned and had to do all he can to protect the boy, despite his intense grudge.

“the dark lord isn’t…resting.” severus said, taking a glimpse into his eyes, grimacing instantly at how potter menacingly looks familiar to his bully. unfortunately, the bully just so happened to be his father.

“you and black you’re two of a kind, sentimental children. forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. well, it may have escaped your noticed, but life isn’t fair. your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently sought to it.” severus said.

“my father was a great man!” harry defended.

“your father was a swine!” severus exclaimed.

grabbed a hold of his jacket, almost flinging him onto the other side of the classroom but before he could continue with his lesson, he saw harry had taken out his wand.

“legilimens.”

“protego!”

it had all happened so quickly and yet it was all too late for severus snape, his past slowly unravelling in front of the boy who lived.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

the art of legilimency and occlumency is unlike any other type of magic. it was nothing like looking at memories through a pensive, where you can see the whole story.

it can only let you see the snippets of a person’s timeline. who they were before the moment, why they had become the human they were today? unfortunately for severus snape, every day seemed to be a horrible memory for him.

nothing ever seemed to go correctly for the poor boy and even when he was in the place where he should have escaped from reality, not even that seemed to heal him from all the torment he had to go through.

but nothing could ever leave his mind, that was his worst memory.

unravelled at the seams.

“come on, moony, padfoot. expelliarmus!”

his memories unleashed, he saw his wand being flung 12 feet in the air and falling on the grass. the marauders and a few students giggling at this interaction mocking him relentlessly. severus always felt on edge, he felt defenceless against them, and it was all because of a friendship he had.

the only friendship he had.

“nice one, james.” sirius cheered.

after countless incantations of hexes from james, severus found himself flipped upside down, struggling to keep himself composed in this moment.

severus had the constant urge to spit out varying hexes at james but theres was certainly nothing he could do about it, especially when he was upside down.

“scourgify!”

severus heard but he couldn’t do anything as pink soapy bubbles streamed from snape's mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him. the chemical bubbles drooling out of his mouth, he had been suffocating physically and emotionally.

“leave him alone!”

“take the curse off him!”

he could recognize that voice anywhere, that was lily evans. he had heard james sighing deeply and muttering the counter curses, letting him go of the magical hostage he was put under.

“you're lucky evans was here, snivellus-” james sneered.

“i don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!” severus snapped, but his eyes instantly widened, instant regret washed over his face as he turned to lily who was too stunned to speak.

“fine.” she said. “i won't bother in future. and i'd wash your pants if i were you, snivellus.”

“apologise to evans!” james screeched, his wand pointed directed to his neck.

“i don't want you to make him apologise.” lily shouted, approaching james as she looked to the two boys, fighting like 2 toddlers. “you're as bad as he is.” said she, rolling her eyes and glaring darts at severus.

“i could never call you a you-know-what!” james had admitted, however severus couldn’t seem to read his tone, he didn’t know if this was complete sarcasm or whether he was being genuine with his words. only one thing for certain was that james potter was a menace and a bully, and he would have done it again had opportunity knocked.

after being scalded by the young girly, she turned on her heel and hurried away.

a silence occurred in the field, severus’ guilt more unbearable than ever but james simply couldn’t care less as he reverted all his hexes and spells back onto the slytherin boy.

“right. who wants to see me take off snivelly's trousers?” james suggested, the smirk on his face never leaving.

he heard the chants and cheers of the students around him, snivellus greasy.

that was all he heard.

“snivellus greasy.”

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“enough…enough!” severus yelled, his voice deepening by the second. harry taken aback at the thoughts he had seen.

harry had shifted around to see whether he was left back into reality, but once he turned to the front, he saw severus right in front of him, jolting slightly in his steps and almost knocking a few of his vials over, one empty vial however had smashed right onto severus’ hand as he went to grab the boy, his hand bleeding over the shards of glass that stuck to his hand.

it really was something out of a horror movie and harry had no words to describe the moment.

“having fun?” severus’ voice growled, before grabbing a harsh hold of his shirt.

“you’ve been enjoying yourself…haven’t you?” severus sneered, his teeth grinding on every word.

“i haven’t-”

“amusing man your father was.” severus sneered, before flinging the boy who lived onto the ground.

“you will not tell a single soul what you saw.” severus demanded harshly.

“i wasn’t going-”

“and your lessons are at an end.” severus monotonously added.

“get. out.” severus said. but harry had been frozen this entire time.

severus turn, his cloak swiftly following after, but it wasn’t as smooth or blissful like his demeanour, his brows furrowed with rage as he grabbed the boy, bashing his head to the wall.

“i don’t want to see you in this office, again! now. leave!” severus exclaimed.

letting go of the boy, harry had rushed out, shaken up by the encounter that he had with severus.

severus leaned to the shelf, his bloody hand drying up slowly as more blood trailed all over his hands.

tears swelled in his eyes, glaring at the table riddled with vials and cauldrons. by now they had been nothing but a blur, grabbing his wand and waving multiple silencing charms, his arms swiped the whole desk empty as screams of trauma left his voice. his cloak and frock coat torn to tiny pieces that matched the varying shards that flew all over the room.

severus’ eyes darted towards every shelf and took down everything on there in fury, with his sobs morphing into screams he felt powerless in his own life, not even he could control the fate that had remained of him.

his childhood filled with nothing but hatred from his father, whilst his mother sat there helpless, and all bruised up and not able to feed him. his father being nothing short of a monster. he remembered lily; she was so happy with him.

telling her that she was a wizard and they promised that they were going to be the best of friends.

at hogwarts.

that was supposed to be a place that he could get away from, but even then, hogwarts managed to haunt him every day he was there.

no matter where he went, he always got the short end of the stick, he always had a dark cloud raining all over him and it drained him constantly.

this was the last straw for severus snape.

his screams were deafening in the potions class, his pained voice rang throughout the entire room as the tears soon flooded his entire uniform.

severus reached for his sleeves, tearing them up more than it already was and grabbed his wand, pointing to his arm.

“sectum….sempra!” he hissed out, waving his wand in the directions he wanted, his arms filled with fresh scars, dripping all over the concrete ground. he chanted his own spell once more at his arms, and more blood appeared on his arms where the dark mark was.

he swore to himself he was never going to return to that time in his life, his worst moment and he still failed horribly.

he failed.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“oh harry! there you are. have you seen professor snape anywhere?” you asked

“yes, i think he’s…in his class.” harry gulped.

you took a closer look at the young boy, he had been sweating bullets, and looked almost dehydrated.

“harry, are you okay? don’t tell me you and professor snape had another argument again.” you said.

“no! what makes you think that? i’m fine professor l/n!” he said in a hushed manner and hurriedly walked away.

that was very odd of him. no doubt harry would have come out of severus’ classes quite heated and angry from whatever argument he would have from the potions master, but this was odd. you continued to walk in the direction of severus’ class. but the sounds of glass muffled in the distance.

your eyes widened as you sprinted towards the door.

panic written all over your face.

once you opened the door, you saw the state of the potions classroom and there stood severus, hunched over at his desk, trembling at the seams.

“severus…” you called softly, his face twisted towards your direction, you feared what he had done or what was he going to do.

“you shouldn’t be…here. leave! leave now!” severus screamed his voice getting louder at every word.

manically throwing anything within his proximity, turmoil of emotions rushed into the man as he approached you, pointing his wand at your neck but you couldn’t do anything as you had backed up against the wall, his hands gripping at the fabric of your clothing as the tip of his wand poked at your neck and yet all you could do was panic.

“severus what are you doing? please stop!” you exclaimed.

“you cannot be here, get out now!” he shouted.

“severus it’s me! sev…don’t! it’s me, y/n.” you shrieked in an instant. severus paused for a moment, he took a glimpse in your worried eyes as he dropped his wand down.

a long tense silence commenced between you two, severus slowly walked toward his desk and slumped himself on his chair, completely drained.

you frowned, but the second you took a glimpse of all of his injuries you didn’t hesitate to help him instantly. you looked into his cupboard and there you saw a muggle first aid kit; you couldn’t help but think of how severus said it would be silly to have such a thing. you had magic, why would you need some silly muggle hospitality?

you picked up a nearby bowl, filling it up with water. you sat by severus and saw how much you would have to take care of.

but it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

you had cleaned up every wound he had on his arms, which made severus wince at how harsh the pain was. he tried so hard not to show you how hurt he was, but you could see through it, and it saddened you.

“it’s okay sev, i’ll be done soon.” you comforted him as you continued to treat his fresh scars. you then bandaged his arms and made sure the bandages weren’t too tight for him.

“why?”

you perked up at severus’ voice.

“why do you insist on helping me?” severus croaked.

it almost shocked you that severus would ask such a question.

can a man that has done so much, a man that has the world on his shoulders not be helped?

did he really think he was not loved?

it made you laugh slightly, which made severus perplexed. and yet he was so certain you were laughing at him.

“i just want to help you.” you answered.

severus eyes spoke a million words, insisting you continue.

“you always help me in everything that i’ve done here. you know how to pick me up when i’m sad or i’m not in the most…charitable of moods. it’s only fair that i do the same with you severus.” you spoke.

“please…look at me.” you pleaded.

severus looked into your eyes, as they filled with small tears.

“there is always someone who will cherish you and care for you, no matter what the situation. that just so happened to be me. how long have we been together, and you always cheer me up? hm? you are simply the highlight of my day, waking up in your arms, being given affection from you and all the kind things that you do for me is more than enough. i’m certain that all that you do is going to be for a good cause. and i hope you know how much you mean to me, severus.” you spoke.

your hand was cupped at his cheek, you pressed a kiss to his forehead as you then let go of him slowly

“please take care of yourself my dear. i’ll be in our quarters when you’re ready.” you said.

severus enjoyed those two words together.

our chambers.

yes, it felt just right.

“i will.” he muttered to himself, sympathetically you smiled at him before you left to go to the private quarters.

severus grabbed his wand and reversed all the mess that was made. he looked to his torn clothes, and the bandages that you did. his mind instantly screamed for you, waiting for you to come back.

you were what he needed, you helped him let go of his past and he yearned for you always.

severus’ tears occurred once more, the one person he loved dearly still stood by him. once the mess had been completely reversed, he left his classroom to go to his chambers.

he saw you idly reading a book, he approached you and took a hold of your hand lifting you into a warm and tight hug.

“thank you...” severus mumbled.

you only smiled and hugged him even tighter.

“you’re welcome severus.” you replied.

never had he felt so understood and respected more than he did now, you trusted him more than he could ever comprehend.

and that was the key to severus’ heart, right there.

it was you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

you had been waiting for severus for quite some time, you wanted to unwind a little bit with him and what better way than to relax by your favourite pond with him.

you had been reading one of severus’ favourite book to keep you company, knowing him you knew he liked to take his time with his appearance. doing each button one by one, on each sleeve that he had on his clothes.

it had been quite warm in the recent days so you sported one of your summer dresses. your eyes lifted themselves from your book and there you saw severus, approaching you slowly as his cloak followed him.

“there you are! i was worried you’d couldn’t find our pond.” you said smiling blissfully at severus.

“i’m severus snape. i never get lost.” he said, with a tinge of pride in his tone.

you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. you’ve always seen severus to the likes of mister darcy.

pride and prejudice had always been one of yours and severus’ favourite books.

even as a child, all the way through to current time, it was a book you simply couldn’t put down. whether it be jane austen’s writing style or your hypnotising hyper fixation on fitzwilliam darcy, you always found the opportunity to read such a book.

severus had shared such similarities to mister darcy, both are unconventionally attractive. while some may not be considered beautiful in today’s society, you found them beautiful on the inside and that was what mattered to you. in fact, both were deemed morally grey (or ambiguous), well severus’ intentions would always be made clear in the end. however, mister darcy’s intentions were never entirely revealed to the poor bennet girl, who believed was being led astray.

both were very much mysterious, but then again you always followed the leads of man with very little to know about. somehow both severus and darcy seemed to see you as nothing more than an acquaintance, however you knew that your version of pride and prejudice, neither of you saw one another as true enemies, nothing short of a friendly rivalry between the pair of and it was all in good spirits.

you had slowly begun to snap out of your comparisons between your lover and fitzwilliam darcy, your hand slowly grasping at the woven basket.

“i made you your favourite.” you said, opening it to reveal cupcakes.

“i knew you had a sweet tooth, and dark chocolate just so happens to be your favourite.” you revealed.

severus would never in a million years admit to anyone that he enjoyed something sweet here and there, but dark chocolate happened to be his favourite. something in its taste felt just right, it wasn’t too sweet nor was it too bitter, the sight of the cupcakes you made was enough to make his mouth water.

taking a small bite of the cupcake he had taken from your grasp, he felt calm. for once he felt certain of himself.

you scooted closer to him and found yourself resting on severus’ arm. he winced harshly which made you instantly get up.

“i didn’t hurt you did i?” you asked worriedly. “oh god i must have, i’m so sorry!” you apologized in a panic.

“y/n, no no! you don’t need to be sorry. it just so happens to be the aftermath of the events last night.” severus replied.

then you slowly realized.

you didn’t check up on severus this morning, before you went and prepared for this little day out you planned.

“how are they?” you asked.

severus’ serene and calm feelings sunk slowly.

“your injuries…i brought some spare bandages in case i needed to re-do them.” you spoke.

you took a hold of his hands and stroked them ever so gently in your grasp.

“its okay. you’re safe here.” you reassured.

severus only sighed, rolling up his sleeves and the bandages revealed themselves. you undid them and there you saw his scars. they had begun to heal ever so slowly.

“the healing spell could have finished this easily.” severus mumbled.

“well…we were tight on time and emotions were quite high.” you admitted.

once you had put the new bandages over severus’ injuries, severus was quick to roll his sleeves down. severus did nothing but worry over the last 24 hours, he hadn’t felt this anxious in years.

you could see the worry in his eyes, to say it concerned you was an understatement. you took a hold of his scraped hands, stroking them softly with your thumb.

“you needn’t worry about your scars. they shape you and show how far you’ve come and how much you have left to give.” you reassured him

severus’ tense body slowly relaxed within your grasp. he truly was grateful for you, his hands slowly let go of yours and cupped your cheek.

he kissed your forehead.

then his lips trailed to the bridge of your nose.

next was your cheek, which made way for him to kiss your jaw.

and finally…your lips.

you both exchanged slow and tender kisses. savouring every single moment with your lips. the bitterness on severus’ lips capsulated you and moved yourself further as you both wanted to share such an intimate moment with one another.

his other hand slowly slithered to your waist, caressing it gently with his fingers which left you yearning for more.

his thumb slowly stroked your bottom lip, you knew severus was always one to tease but it was one of those moments you would cherish.

you then brought the cupcakes and the book you had been reading a little closer, so that they were in severus’ proximity.

“reading pride and prejudice, again my sweet girl?” severus asked.

your smile grew wider upon mentioning of the book. “i just can’t seem to put it down.” you admitted.

you handed the book to severus, flipping to the page you had been reading.

“and this just so happens to be your favourite page.” severus said.

you rested your head on severus’ chest, his voice sending shivers down your spine listening to him read.

“in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.” severus read.

then there was silence between the pair of you. nothing but the birds tweeting, the sound of the pond’s water flowing slower than a turtle, the quiet breeze that your hair shortly followed.

“you really like that line, don’t you?” he said.

“it just truly captures mister darcy at his finest.” you said before taking a bite out of one of the cupcakes you picked up.

“you haven’t touched your cupcake.” you noted, severus looked down to find his cupcake only having one bite.

he then picked it up and slowly bit into the sweet delicacy, he had been filled with warmth the more bites he took. he truly was at a loss at how fortunate he was to have you; it was truly what he needed after the hectic events of last night.

“hey…sev?” you called to him softly.

he looked down to you as you brought his attention to you, “what are you thinking about?” you asked.

“you.” was all he said.

“who else would i be thinking about? i often feel as if i don’t voice my appreciation for you.” he admitted.

whilst he was a person who was never on top of the social pyramid, some of the things you had done for and with him would have him speechless, severus couldn’t find the words to tell you how much you had meant to him, so he was often left quiet and unable to voice his true feelings.

but whether he had been silent as a rabbit or as loud as a falcon, you loved him for who he was.

“the things you do for me…you are selfless. so selfless, putting myself first before you. and merlin…you are so perfect. so perfect, you still stay with me after all this time.” severus said.

it flattered you greatly, but you had yourself frowning at his doubt.

“you really are something off a classic book. with the way you speak and how beautiful you are to me.” you said as you giggled softly.

“of course, i stay with you always. you really are the one i love. you do so much for me. but you don’t see it sometimes. but here i am…to let you know of that. you, my sweetheart are everything and more. you are so deserving of love severus. i hope you know that i’ll be there to remind you of such. everyday.” you said.

severus’ eyes had been screaming of love, as your expressions filled with bliss and happiness made him feel content.

his hands were placed at your waist as he pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. you did nothing but smile more and more, his bitter scent was so appealing to you as you rested your weary head on severus’ chest.

“oh…is my poor dove tired?” severus asked.

you only nodded, feeling the weight of your eyelids droop heavier. you could do with a nap, after singlehandedly teaching all those students of yours. sometimes you didn’t realize how much hogwarts had required of you.

his fingers made small circles at your back as you didn’t move from the position you were in. severus smiled, for once. not a small smirk, but a smile that beamed ever so blissfully.

“come on y/n, i think you should rest somewhere more comfortable. can you stand for me princess?” he asked.

you only mumbled something that had seemed reminiscent of the word ‘yes’ so you slowly got up as severus put everything in the basket and lifted you in his arms and using his wandless magic to send the basket to the quarters.

“you might need to hold on tight my dear.” he spoke.

you had both apparated to the chambers you shared, he had placed you in the bed and tucked you in, he had slowly followed suit.

“is it naptime?” you mumbled.

severus chuckled deeply; you were perfect for him. “yes, now close your eyes sweetheart. i’ll be here once you wake up.” severus answered.

you buried your head into his chest as he then kissed the top of your head. his mind pondering about you, you were the true gift for him.

he wanted to cherish you if he could, and if you were happy being with him then he didn’t object.

you really did love him.

“rest well, my y/n. i love you.”

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| 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | Lucius x Reader

Summary: Lucius Malfoy is a dominant man. He doesn’t beg or ask for pleasure, he takes it. What happens when his favorite pet catches him off guard and ties him to the bed? Revenge.

Warnings/Contents: dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, rope play, edging, oral sex, and a bit of humiliation.

Category: Smut

Part 2 here.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was a little past 3:00pm. You had been tidying up your bedroom for the past few hours. Though it didn’t require much work, the house elves usually cleaned up after you whenever the room was empty. Once you finished remaking your bed, you flopped back onto it and started reading a random book that Lucius insisted you to read. More like ordered if you’re being honest.

You were in the middle of an intense scene in your novel when the familiar crack of someone aparating into your room pulled you from the pages. It was the house elf, Dobby.

“Yes Dobby?” You groaned as you slammed your book closed. It started him at first, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Dobby has come to escort the young mistress to Master Malfoy’s study.”

The annoyed expression on your face turned into one of fear. You knew Lucius was going to get payback for your little games last night, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“Did…did he say what for?”

“Master Malfoy only said for Dobby to bring the young mistress to his study and quickly. Master never told Dobby what for. “

“I see. Okay Dobby just let me get changed.”

You swung your feet off the bed and made your way over to the walk-in closet. It was filled with an assortment of clothes. From ornate ball gowns to lacy lingerie. Lucius loved to spoil you with the finest things. You were flinging through the garments when Dobby’s nervous mumbling caught your attention.

“Is something wrong?” You raised a questioning brow at him. His bandaged hands fidgeted with the hem of the filthy pillowcase he wore.

“Just master requested the young mistress quickly.”

A twinge of sorrow for the house elf crept up inside you. “Yes okay. One minute.”

You closed the door of the closet, leaving Dobby and his anxieties outside of it as you snatched a random dress off a hanger. It was a simple yellow baby doll dress. It looked similar to a night gown. It wasn’t your first choice, and if you weren’t worried about Dobby getting punished you would’ve spent more time trying to pick out something a bit…longer.

Sure, Lucius said he didn’t plan on taking his revenge for quite some time, but you didn’t want to expedite the process by wearing something too enticing. Although you didn’t own many clothes that Lucius didn’t find enticing. After all, he was the one who picked them out.

Dobby was relieved when you exited the closet and hastily crossed the room to the door. You knew you were forgetting something but didn’t want to stop and have to witness the elf smashing his head in your doorway as he has done many times before.

He led you through the hallways of Malfoy manor. You dragged your fingertips across the beautifully patterned wallpaper as you padded along the equally as extravagant carpet that laid over the marble floors. Turning corners and passing moving portraits or tables which held sculptures and trinkets until eventually you arrived outside the doors of Lucius’ study.

Dobby knocked apprehensively on the double wooden doors. When Lucius gave permission to enter, Dobby twisted the golden doorknob and let you pass him into the room. Before the elf could join you in the study, Lucius made a shooing motion at him from behind his desk and he apparated away. Leaving you alone with the blonde-haired man.

Lucius eyes raked up and down your body. Taking in the sight of you. Finally, he stared into your eyes. His expression intense. A lump began to form in your throat. What could he have possibly called you in for? Your thoughts were racing as you tried to pinpoint a reason why he would request your presence that didn’t have to deal with last night. Nothing came to mind.

•

Last night, Lucius was in your bedroom as he commonly was after dinner. He was lazily stroking your body as he admired how the new lingerie set he purchased looked on you. You were straddling his lap and ordered to remain still while his hands explored.

It was a difficult task considering he spent what felt like years caressing your skin. Never getting close to where you needed him most. He teased you for ages like that. When he finally felt content that he riled you up enough, he gave you permission to move freely. Immediately your lips crashed onto his and you ground your hips roughly against his own.

He almost never let you be on top, and you doubted he would let you for much longer. So you decided to take advantage of your temporary power to formulate a plan. Oh, how wrong you had been to do so.

When Lucius seemed to busy himself with removing your bra, you pressed against his chest and pretended to busy yourself in kissing his neck. In reality, you were attempting to retrieve your wand from the nightstand. As he pulled the straps from your arms, you slid the wand under a pillow. Far enough for Lucius not to notice but close enough for you to grab later.

“You seem distracted, pet” he hummed in your ear. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing sir!” You answered quickly. Taking great care to avoid eye-contact so he couldn’t use legilimency on you. “Just thinking about how much I love to please you, Master.”

Lucius didn’t seem convinced, but before he could question you further, you lowered your head to kiss around his chest. When he brought his hands to your shoulders, you had to stop yourself from celebrating. Everything was going according to plan.

You sat up and closed your hands over his own and brought them down over your breasts. He smiled and cupped them appreciatively.

“Lovely. And all mine.” He gave them a rough squeeze. Which almost made you drop the wand you had snuck under the pillow to fetch.

It was now or never.

Firmly clutching your wand in your left hand, your right hand flew out to encircle Lucius’ wrists. You shoved them against the headboard and shouted “Incarcerous!”

Thin cords shot out of the end of your wand and tied themselves around Lucius’ wrists. Securing him tightly to the headboard before he could react. He was now at your mercy.

You stumbled off his lap and stood up to admire your handiwork while you covered yourself with a lace shawl. He wouldn’t be able to escape. His wand was well out of his reach and you weren’t going to release him. Not yet at least.

“Untie. Me. Now. Pet.’ The words came through gritted teeth. You refused to look at his face. It was no doubt red with rage. Lucius was not a submissive man. He needed to dominate and never had he allowed anyone to restrain him.

“Nope! It’s my turn to be in charge.” You giggled innocently. This infuriated him more.

“Not funny. Untie me now and I won’t punish you…as severely.” He tugged violently against his bonds.

“That wouldn’t be very fun now would it, Lucius?” Using his name might’ve been too far. But you couldn’t help yourself. You finally had the upper hand. You knew once you released him from the ropes, he would spank you till your ass burned red, and whatever else he could think up. So you decided to indulge in as much mischief while you were able to.

“Oh, just you wait little girl. You will regret everything you’ve done here tonight.” He snarled.

“I haven’t even started the fun part yet so hold your threats, sir.” You approached the bed again. Twiddling your wand between your fingers.

Lucius glared daggers at you. If looks could kill, you’d definitely be dead right now. You pointed your wand at his feet and restrained them to the corners of the poster bed. He gave a few test tugs and found they had no give. He was left spread eagle on top of the duvet. You smirked as you observed him. A trace of fear crossed his face only momentarily before being replaced again with fury.

“C’mon princess. Be a good girl and untie Daddy. You don’t know what you’re doing. My silly baby doesn’t know how to take charge.”

“That won’t work!” You tried to say it confidently, but your voice wavered. He smirked in triumph. You shook your head and tried to regain your focus. Though you couldn’t deny the small voice inside of you that was begging you to listen to him. You pushed that feeling away and returned your sights back on the cocky man in front of you.

You sat your wand far away from him and returned to your position on his lap.

“That’s a good girl. Go ahead. Remove the ropes.”

“Oh, did you think I came over here to untie you? How mistaken you are Mr. Malfoy.” The smirk fell from his face. He tried to pull at his restraints once again, but it was all in vain.

“Then what?” He spat. His gentle façade faded into unbridled rage.

“What do you mean what?” You ran your fingers down his exposed chest. Enjoying the feel of his firm skin against your fingertips.

“What have you done this for? Restrained me. Surely not to just stroke my chest.”

You tapped your finger against your chin as you pretended to think of a response. His patience was wearing thin, and you planned to push him over the edge. When he opened his mouth, probably to scold you, you cut him off.

“I was thinking a taste of your own medicine. A walk inside my shoes if you will.” You wiggled your brows at him humorously. His face was stone cold.

“Do as you please my pet. Just know, you cannot keep me tied up forever. When you release me, which you’ll have to do, I will make you pay. It could be tonight, or tomorrow, or even days from now. I’ll wait till you least expect it to exact my revenge.”

You tried to shake off the words, but the threat of his wrath weakened your resolve. Maybe you should untie him.

No! You were in too deep. If you untied him now it would have all been for nothing.

You had been dying to make Lucius beg for you for so long. He was always the one in charge. Always the one making you beg for him. To be fair, that was the dynamic you agreed upon when you willingly became Lucius’ pet. Though just this once, you wanted to have some power over the usually calm and collected blonde. Even if he made you regret it for the next several months.

Cold grey eyes followed your every movement. Eager to figure out what you had planned. You didn’t intend to keep him waiting long. Since he was tied up, you had to use magic to remove the last of Lucius’ clothes. When he was finally fully exposed you took your spot in between his legs.

Gliding your hand over his tense thighs, purposefully avoiding the areas he wanted you most. His face gave no signs of interest. He was putting on a brave front. Though his expression remained emotionless, you could tell from his body language that your gentle caresses were working him up. His eyes were pinched shut.

Using this opportunity to catch him off guard, you leaned down to give the smallest of licks across the swollen tip of his length. His eyes flew open, and he bit down hard on his lips.

That wouldn’t do. Lucius was usually pretty quiet while intimate when he wasn’t rattling off sinful sentences in your ear. Tonight, you hoped to change that. You wanted to make him loud as possible.

You ran your tongue from the tip down to the base of his cock. Never lingering long enough to provide any sort of relief.

“Pet, if you do not stop teasing me I-“

“You’ll what? You’re at my mercy Lucius. I’ll do as I please.”

You returned to your ministrations between his legs. Sometimes stopping to nibble on his thigh. Which definitely pissed him off. You decided to push him further. You wrapped your lips only around the tip of his length, which after minutes of teasing felt like heaven to him. The taste of his pre-cum heavy on your tongue.

He hissed at the gentle sucking you started. Never going further than the tip. It was divine torture. You craned your neck up so you could look into his eyes. Something he usually loved to have you do while he choked you with his cock.

He groaned at the eye contact. His head lolled back against the headboard, hands straining against the ropes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting slightly desperate. He didn’t know how much longer he could go before he caved in. He tried bucking his hips unsuccessfully to get you to take him further in your mouth. It only made you dig your nails into his thighs.

When he finally seemed a bit more subdued, you took in more of his length. Bobbing your head up and down slowly. Savoring the feeling. You noticed it was much harder to figure out what to do when Lucius’ hand wasn’t gripping your hair and shoving you up and down on him. He was definitely right when he said you didn’t know how to take charge. But you would die before you admitted that tonight.

Lucius’ fists were clenched. His nails digging so deep into his own hands he was sure he was drawing blood. No doubt he longed to force you down fully onto his cock. Make you gag and choke on him entirely. Especially after your back talk. You decided to offer him some sort of relief and took as much of him down your throat as you could. Using your hands on what you couldn’t.

This earned you a series of moans as a reward. You kept up this pace for some time, only pulling off to catch your breath. He was nearing his climax. You could tell from the rapid rising and falling of his chest. You planned on bringing him right to the edge.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, something you knew he loved, and swirled your tongue around the head of his shaft. A string of swear words left Lucius’ parted lips as he still tried to buck against you. He was so close.

When his thighs tensed again, you pulled off the head with a small pop. He actually whined at the loss of your warm mouth. You darted your tongue out to give a few kitten licks to his tip then pulled back right before he could finish.

Lucius growled. Anger was bubbling inside his chest at your denial of his pleasure. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you stifle your laughs at his frustration.

“You’re going to fucking regret this so badly once I get my hands on you little one. Oh, I’ll make you pay for this.” His threat lacked the domineering tone from earlier. He was losing the battle.

“Are you really threatening the person who you need to help let you come? Tsk tsk Lucius.” His anger faded for a moment but quickly returned. “If you beg for it, I’ll let you come.” He jerked his head to the side and turned up his nose, his jaw clenched. Silently saying he would do no such thing.

“Suit yourself.”

And so you began again, teasing, sucking, biting, and anything else you could do to bring him to the brink of climax. Only to stop right before he tipped over the edge and let pleasure consume him. You weren’t sure how long you edged him, but around the fourth time of being denied his release he began to show signs of giving in.

Sweat glistened on his forehead. His long blonde hair, which was usually so perfectly styled and neat, was sticking up in multiple places. He was also being more and more vocal. More than he had ever been before. Though his eyes still held a determination to beat you.

Finally, after denying him for the eighth time it happened. His pleas sounded like music to your ears.

“Please Y/N.” He said so softly, you almost missed it.

“What was that?”

“PLEASE Y/N” he screamed. “Please let me come. Please. Please. You win. Just please.”

A grin spread across your face. You won. You were happy to oblige and lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock once again. He whimpered at the contact. When he neared the edge again, you looked up into his eyes. He looked terrified. Scared you would deny him his release again.

You considered it for a moment, but immediately shot down the idea. He did what you wanted. He deserved to finish. When he came, he made the most beautiful sounds. His cries of pleasure echoed around your bedroom. The moans made you blush as how obscene they sounded.

Thick hot ropes of come spurted down your throat and you happily swallowed every last drop. Lucius went limp in his bonds after finishing.

•

“Reminiscing about last night are we, pet?”

Your eyes widened. Lucius was running his hand over the snake ornament atop his cane. The rings on his fingers clicking against the metal.

That bastard use legilimency on you!

Your knees suddenly felt incredibly weak. You regretted coming down here. You especially regretted your choice of outfit. Though you knew the latter was redundant. You could’ve worn full body armor and that wouldn’t have stopped Lucius from tearing into you.

Lucius stared at you for several moments, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze. A knowing smirk on his lips.

“Come here kitten. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He raised his hand in a come-hither motion. You swallowed thickly. Your legs felt like lead.

“I won’t ask again.” He banged his cane on the floor, causing you to jump.

With great difficulty you made your way over to him. Staring down at your feet as you crossed the floor. It felt like walking to the gallows.

What could this man possibly have in store for you?

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| 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 | Snape x Student!Reader

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"Can I have an angst request like some sort of unrequited love and regret????? Like sad but had an happy ending"

Warnings: student reader, unrequited love, mentions of Lily, Alcohol/being drunk

Category: Angst

Song: Drunk by Ed Sheeran

Misc: All credits to the artist for the image.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was the night of the Halloween feast. Students were slowly streaming out of the great hall still laughing and chatting loudly, clearly buzzing with excitement from such a good night. You were no different. Having exited the great hall with your friends, still sipping on your spiked butterbeer. Fred and George had passed around a flask filled with something they said, “Guaranteed to have you absolutely hammered in no time.” Sure enough, it didn’t take long for you to lose yourself in the festivities.

After downing your first drink, you ended up dancing rather provocatively on one of the tables. You only got down after Professor McGonagall took off an absurd number of house points. Plus, Fred had yanked you down to rejoin everyone. The night had ended way too soon for your liking. You were still very drunk and wanted to keep the night going. However, no one else seemed too keen on the idea. So here you were now, wandering the castle long after curfew, trying to work off the last bit of energy you possessed.

You had managed to wander down to the dungeons. It was quite the difficult task for you to not fall down the stairs in your current state. You weren’t sure what encouraged you to drag yourself to the dungeons at this moment. Perhaps you were subconsciously hoping to bump into your favorite professor. He loved to wander at night as well, and all too often had he caught you sneaking around the castle after curfew. Sometimes you did it on purpose, desperate for him to give you a detention so you could be close to him. It seems though that he had started to catch onto your excitement at being caught. These days you tended to spend your detentions cleaning something without magic as Filch supervised.

As you neared his office, you saw the unmistakable flickering of candlelight from the crack under the door. He was awake. Taking great care to make your footsteps heard, you passed by his door multiple times. Waiting, practically begging, for him to bust out of the door to assign you a detention. When he didn’t arrive, you pressed you ear against the door, hoping to catch the sound of his footsteps. Instead, you heard glass shattering and a shout of anger.

Without thinking, you pushed open the door and entered his office. Snape’s back was to you. He was hunched over his desk, fingers digging into the wood. Shards of glass scattered at his feet along with the things that were held within them. His shoulders were rising and falling quickly as if he were out of breath. Snape pulled his wand from his sleeve and shouted “Reparo” as he pointed the tip at one of the piles of glass. The pieces flew up onto the table and reformed themselves back into a goblet.

With his other hand, he reached over and grabbed an ornate crystal decanter filled with amber liquid and poured it into the repaired cup. His thin fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass and hastily brought it up so he could drink it. Without warning, you let out a loud hiccup. Your hands lazily flew to your mouth, but still being intoxicated they missed their target.

As soon as the sound left your lips, Snape spun around. His cold dark eyes bore into your glossy ones. “What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here.” His voice wavered. Obviously trying to keep his volume low, but a calm Snape was even scarier than a shouting one.

“m’ sorry.” You slurred. “Just saw the light on. Thought I’d come check it out.” Another series of hiccups punctuated your words.

“You thought you’d come check it out.” He mocked, still gripping the stem of the glass. “Miss L/N my office is not some corridor for you to wander into. You do not have permission to be in here now get out or it’ll be another detention.” He turned his back to you again and then downed the contents of his glass.

“Okay.” But instead of heading for the door, you stumbled over to a chair by the fireplace and seated yourself. You kicked off your shoes and propped them up on a nearby table, hands behind your head, “Detention it is.” You smirked.

His shoulders visibly tensed. Then he poured himself another drink and drank it just as fast. “I have no tolerance for your cheek tonight.” He turned to glare at you, but it softened when he saw how flushed you were. The effects of alcohol still burning through your body. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Just as much as you, Snape.” You said, a little too flirtatiously.

“Professor Snape.” He corrected you instantly.

“Yea whatever. Can I have a glass of whatever you’re drinking over there? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You winked at him.

Snape was dumbfounded. Never had a student been so bold towards him. Though it couldn’t be too surprising given the state you were currently in. The logical part of his brain was screaming at him how bad of an idea it would be to do as you said, but he found himself pouring you a glass before he could worry about the implications. It was October 31st, the anniversary of Lily’s death and you were a welcome distraction from his thoughts. An annoying distraction but a distraction, nonetheless.

“Thanks” you mumbled and brought the glass to your lips. It burned as it slid down your throat and warmed your body entirely. You hummed in pleasure as you finished it, holding it out for a refill. Surprisingly, Snape obliged.

This was truly dangerous territory. Here Snape was, in his office alone with a student, giving her alcohol. He should be sending you back to your dorm. Taking house points and assigning detentions for being out past curfew and drinking, but he didn’t. Here you both were, sitting in silence and sipping fire whiskey.

“So why were you smashing stuff?” Your filter was long gone, and you wanted answers.

“That’s none of your business.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“Oh c’mon” you groaned. “Stop being such as tight ass. You already gave me whiskey. What’s a little secret sharing too?” You were on your feet now, walking towards him, in what you hoped was a sultry way. Snape backed up against his desk, determined to put distance between you.

“I think I should cut you off.” With a wave of his wand, your glass of whiskey vanished.

“Hey!” You huffed and mumbled, “Asshole.”

“What was that Miss L/N?” He stood up straighter and crossed his arms.

“I called you an asshole!” Now it was your turn to turn your back to him. You made your way back over to your chair but before you could reach it, his hands spun you around and shoved you against the wall. His face inches from yours. His expression full of rage.

“Clearly, I’ve been too lenient with you Y/N. You think you are special? You think we are friends, and you can speak to me like that? I am your professor. Nothing more.” He spat.

The words hurt more than you liked to admit. You had always had a crush on your potion’s professor. But hearing him say out loud that he was nothing more than your teacher, brought on a wave of emotions you used to fight. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

For a moment, Snape felt a twinge of regret. The words he spoke were harsh, but they were the truth. It was clear you thought you could get away with things others couldn’t, and that was probably because he usually let you. Times when he should have assigned you a detention but chose not to. Whenever you messed up in class, he never scolded you as he done with others. You had clearly mistaken his kindness for weakness and promptly decided to take advantage of it. All too often he caught you wandering the corridor after curfew, almost begging to be caught. Whenever he did catch you, you never appeared to be worried or fearful like other students did. You always seemed…almost giddy?

Regret gone, he was now furious. This is what he gets for showing kindness to someone. He was only kind to you as he felt that you were one of the only students who seemed to take an actual interest in his lessons. Now he realized this was all so you could use him. Now here you were, on the day of her death of all days, to tease and gloat at him. He had been drinking to forget, but now with you here taunting him. He was reminded of his school days.

He stood staring at you, but it was difficult to focus on his expression as tears blurred your vision. How could you have been so stupid. Did you mistake his kindness for something more? Snape was always nicer to you than your peers. You thought that maybe it was because deep down, or at least hoped, it was because he harbored feelings for you. The same feelings you had for him. It was now obvious he didn’t return them. Even as you struggled to accept this, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating rapidly as he closed you in against the wall of his office. His angry puffs of breath, fanning your face smelled strongly of whiskey.

Your head was still fuzzy, judgment still very impaired from all the liquor you had consumed tonight. You kept imagining pressing your lips against his. After all, they were only mere inches from your own. The idea kept replaying itself in your head over and over, until eventually your body acted on its own accord.

Your hands moved up from where they were resting at your sides and entangled themselves in the hairs at the base of his neck. Then you pulled him towards you to smash your lips against his. Tears were still flowing down your cheeks as you kissed him desperately. You had dreamed about kissing him for years, and now that it was happening you didn’t want it to stop.

Snape felt like someone had stunned him. He didn’t move at first when your lips came down upon his. Through the anger, he seemed to forget who was standing in front of him. He imagined it was Lily. He began to return the kiss, just as passionately as you were. His hands tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss.

When his tongue brushed against you bottom lip, you did not deny him access to explore your mouth. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. His left hand gripped your waist firmly, the other cupped your cheek. Your hands remained at the base of his neck, keeping him close, hoping this moment of bliss would never end. You raised your hips off from the wall to meet his own. He groaned and started to pull away from the kiss. You both were panting. His eyes were closed in bliss as he seemed to reminisce in the taste of your lips. Slowly he opened them, but instead of being filled with lust as you had expected, they immediately filled with fear. His hand fell from your cheek, and he quickly pushed himself away from you. Leaving you against the wall and breathless.

“What. What’s wrong?” you panted. When you started to step towards him, he held out a hand. You stilled immediately.

Snape was disgusted with himself. He had gotten lost in the moment. He had just used you to satisfy a need he never go to fulfill. He had never felt so guilty. Turning his gaze away from the floor and back to you, the feeling only intensified. You looked so lost and hurt. With your wide eyes and swollen lips. How did he let this happen? At the time he had enjoyed it, but only because he was picturing…her. He was imagining you were Lily. Now, looking at you with tears threatening to fall, he regretted every second. You weren’t Lily. He didn’t care about you, but now he had given you false hope that he may have.

“That.” He paused, then looked you straight in your eyes. “Can never happen again.”

You went to open your mouth to argue but he cut you off. “I mean it. It was a mistake. A stupid one. I should have never let it happen.”

You felt your heart shatter in a million pieces. A mistake? That didn’t feel like a mistake. He was the one who stuck his tongue in your mouth! Now he wants to call it a mistake. You felt used. You wanted to yell at him, shout, cuss, and call him every name you could think of. Longed to pull out your wand and hit him with the worse hex you could imagine. Yet you remained immobile, a lump in your throat, face burning with rage and embarrassment.

You refused to let him see you cry anymore. Shoving him out of the way you made your way to the door of his office. Your feet felt as heavy as your heart. As you threw open the door, he called out to you.

“Miss L/N!”

In a brief moment of hope, you turned around convinced he had changed his mind. Begged silently that he would run across the room to kiss you again. To confess he felt the same as you did.

“Let us not…tell anyone what happened here tonight. Okay?” He shifted his weight from side to side, eyes focusing on the flames dancing within the fireplace.

“Unbelievable.” You sobbed. Then rushed out of his office, slamming the door behind you. The sound of shattering glass ringing in your ears as you ran back to your dormitory.

As the door rattled the walls of his office, Snape sank to the floor in front of his desk. He hugged his knees to his chest and buried his head in his lap. Thousands of emotions were running through his head all at once. Regret, fear, and most of all shame. He regretted kissing you and was terrified you were running to Dumbledore’s office to give him a play by play of tonight’s events. The shame was overpowering all other feelings. He had enjoyed the kiss far too much for his liking. Perhaps he was just touch starved and lonely, but even now he longed to kiss you again.

He knew this was the liquor talking, but he couldn’t deny that he wished he had indulged in the feeling for a few more moments. The feeling of being wanted, even if it was by someone he didn’t want. Without standing up, Snape reached up to his desk and pulled down the decanter of whiskey and drank from it directly.

“I’m pathetic.” He choked out in-between sips of whiskey. “Willing to touch a student cause I miss a girl who never loved me.” He rolled his eyes and slammed his head back against the desk.

‘Perhaps I should go find L/N’ he thought. He missed your taunting now that he was alone. He would much rather argue with you than deal with his inner demons tonight. Taking a hearty swig of the whiskey, he let out a satisfied sigh. Almost as if the heavens had answered his prayers, the door creaked back open. You stepped back inside his office. You had forgotten your shoes but seeing the state of him concerned you.

Snape was sprawled out on the floor. The glass bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. His eyes were glossy and bloodshot. You rushed over to him, worried he had fallen or hurt himself. You dropped to your knees next to him. His head lulled over, a dazed look on his pale face.

“Professor!” You whisper-shouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Are you ok?”

His lips were parted ever so slightly. He spoke barely above a whisper, “Stay. Please.” His free hand clutched the fabric from your costume.

“Sure. Of course.” You readjusted yourself so you were sitting down next to him. To your surprise, Snape lowered himself to lay his head down on your lap. The inky black strands of his hair tickling the exposed bits of your thighs. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore your accelerating heartbeat.

He knew it was wrong. He was technically using you, and he would come to regret it in the morning after he sobered up. Just right now he needed to feel something, anything, besides heartbroken. So, he allowed himself to relax in your presence. Allowed himself to feel a little love. Love he desperately needed.

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