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Could I maybe request snape having to babysit one of the professors child because they suddenly got sick and maybe the baby just finds interesting, especially his nose

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Severus Snape x Reader's!Child Words: 2.1k Summary: Severus Snape is fantastic at brewing potions. He is an excellent Legilimens. What he is not, however, is a babysitter. He didn't like children. The smaller the worse. So what is he supposed to do when he suddenly has a baby thrust into his hands? A/N: Thank you so much for this idea, I really enjoyed writing this one. However, I did not want to go OOC with Snape, so I hope I did it justice and I hope it turned out okay. Please let me know how you liked it.

Sniffling and repressing a cough, you took your seat on the staff table at the Great Hall. Your eyes were swollen and you could feel how red and raw your nose was from all the tissues you had used the whole night. You were the spitting image of misery. The complete opposite could be said for the nine-month-old little boy, that now sat contently on your lap and was playing with a spoon he had just found. His little babbles and laughs rang in your ears and, even though usually those were the best sounds in the world, you whished for them to stop, because they made your head hurt. You tried to block out everything around you, just desperately trying to somehow survive the day. Deep in thoughts you did not realise that Minerva had taken her seat beside you and was staring at you in concern.

“Why aren’t you in bed Y/N? You don’t look like you should be sitting here”, she asked and startled you. “Oh, good morning Minerva. Well, I still have classes, right? And what am I supposed to do with him?”, you asked your voice sounding weak and raspy, while indicating to your son, who was contently chewing on his spoon, drooling over himself in the process. “Nonsense.” With one swift motion your son was swept away from your lap. “You go to bed and rest. I’ll take him for you, don’t worry. And the students…well, let me assure you they will survive without you for one day. We’ll find a substitute for most classes and the others just have to be cancelled.” You had to admit, you did not dare to talk back to the head of Gryffindor house. She had the ability to make you feel like you were a student yourself. Thanking your colleague and giving your son a quick kiss on the forehead, you left the table to retreat to your personal chambers.

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Minerva had to be honest. It had seemed like an easy decision to take over the baby from Y/N for the day, but boy she was tired now. At nine-month old, the little boy was starting to discover the world, crawling over the floor, grabbing everything to his left and right. And to be held up high by somebody, just was not his plan at all. So, when lunch time rolled around, she was glad to reach the staff room. There she could let the baby down on to the floor, without having to worry that he would get into student’s school bags, eat anything that was not safe or anything else. After setting the baby down, she fell into the nearest chair close by. Being occupied with the little boy, Minerva had not registered, that there was another person in the room. “Having fun?”, came a cold, snarly voice from the other end of the room. Severus stepped away from a shelf and sat down next to the older teacher. With s slightly disgusted look on his face, he looked down at the baby.

The only answer he got was a small huff. Watching the child, trying to put everything he got into his mouth, only showed him again, why he would never want children of his own. It was disgusting. He drooled over everything and Severus had to quickly grab his bag of the floor to prevent the little by to put on of its straps into his mouth. “I really do not know how Y/N is doing this! I mean, he is sweet, but he just does not stand still for one second. I could not concentrate on my teaching today. I feel like the only thing I was doing, was chase him around the classroom and prevent him from eating everything!” Severus had to admit, that Minerva’s voice had not sound this tired in a long time. She just had finished her sentence, when she had to spring up again, grabbing a bottle of butterbeer away from him. She picked up the baby boy again, trying to distract him.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, and a second later the head of a seventh-year Gryffindor appeared in the door. “Excuse me Professor McGonagall, but there was an accident in the common room, you should really come!” To be honest, even though she did not want to know, what exactly had happened, she was happy to have an excuse to leave the baby. With an eager thrust, she handed the boy over to her bewildered looking colleague and hurried out of the door. “Just watch him for a second, will you!”, she shouted at Severus, after she was already out of sight. The baby was just as bewildered as the dark-haired teacher. Both of them made no sound or movement. Severus held the small child in his outstretched hands, as far away from himself as possible, not knowing what had just happened. And the baby had been caught off guard by the change of hands, that he still looked at the space, where his former caretaker had just vanished.

Still holding the baby as far away from him as possible, Severus walked back to his seat. He would not take care of this baby, he had papers to grade. And even if he wanted to babysit, which he didn’t, he didn’t even know what to do with a baby. He sat the infant down and seated himself at the desk. Maybe if he ignored the boy, he would busy himself with something. But to his annoyance, the baby seemed to have taken a great interest in the all-black figure. “Shoo. Go play or chew or whatever it is you do”, Severus mumbled as the child pulled himself to his feet, holding on to the chair that the potions master was sitting on. He tried to ignore the babbling that came from below, but as the babbles grew into shrieks, Severus had no other option, but to pick up the child.

With a disgruntled look he stared at the little boy, who was wiggling in his arms. How could anybody want something like this. All it could do was drool, snatch things away and be terribly obnoxious. The little boy gave him a smile and presented him a single tooth on the lower row of gum. “What? You think I’m funny? Listen boy, I will not start to play with you, so you better stop- Do not touch me!” The little boy had started to make grabby motions towards Severus face and was trying with all his might to reach the teachers large nose. “Oh, so that what is so funny, is it? My nose?”, Severus hissed and glared at the boy, you did not seem to be bothered what so ever by the unfriendly tone. His nose was a sensitive topic for Severus. It had been the starting point of a lot of mocking and bullying when he had been younger and to think that already a baby would make fun of him for it, infuriated him. Still the boy tried to get a hold of it, so Severus had to grab his hands and push them away from his face.

For the first time, the baby started to fuss in an unhappy way and small wails began to escape him. “Don’t you start crying now!” But it was to late, big tears gathered in the eyes of the child and made their way over his face as he began to wail. “Good Godric, how to I turn you off?” Severus did not know what to do. He had never even held a baby before this moment. What was he supposed to do? It was not like he carried baby toys with him at all times and Minerva had not left anything for the boy behind. Searching for anything that could distract the little boy, Severus eyes landed on a cabinet to his right. In there, he stored some of his lesser used Potion supplies and some of the other teachers stored back ups in there. With the crying boy in his hands, he opened one door and took a look inside. There was an old cauldron and a few empty vials. Maybe he could distract the boy with that.

He sat the baby on the ground, only for the wails to increase. Severus could feel how the headache was starting to form, he had to act quick now. He took the cauldron and the vials out and sat them before the boy. Instantly the crying stopped, as the baby inspected the new things in front of him. After he looked at everything for a moment, he starred up at Severus questioningly. “Well…go ahead. I’m not going to play with you, so you better do it yourself. Just try and not put the vials into your-“, but he stopped midsentence. Babbling happily, the little child had already put one of the vials into his mouth. “Great. Y/N will owe me a new one. I’m not going to touch that anymore.” Having been successful in distracting the little boy, Severus went back to his grading. Every once and then, he looked at the child. Even if he did not like it, he was in charge of him now, so he better did not get hurt or he would never hear the end of it.

Severus had to admit to himself, that the child seemed to be quiet taken with the self-made potion kit. He was pouring non existing liquid from the vials into the cauldron and made stirring motions with his hand, when he had finished. Maybe there was some hope for the boy. However, the distraction only lasted for about ten minutes. The boy had crawled back over to where Severus was sitting and began to pull out one of his potions book out of his working bag. “Definitely not. You will not touch this with your dirty little hands.” Severus snatched the book away rm him and regretted it in an instant. The wailing and crying began again. Sighing, Severus picked up the baby and settled him onto his legs. “Okay, you may take a look at it but I will flick the pages.” What was wrong with him? Was he really suggesting to read a book to this child?

“Okay, so what do we have? AH! This is Asphodelus. This is useful if you want to make a paste for wounds, you know. You can also brew it into tea, but you have to be careful because it can be poisonous. And of course, it is part of the Draught of Living Death.” Without trying to take the book from his hands, the little boy seemed to listen to every word Severus told him. After his caregiver had stopped talking, the boy turned in his seat to take a look at him. “What? You want to read more?”, Severus asked the boy in a tone of surprise. He was not used for anybody to be this interested in hearing him talk about potion ingredients. “You know, maybe you are not that bad after all. Maybe I should read you some of these third-year essays, so could see the number of morons I have to teach. Some of their answers would make you laugh, believe me!”

For the next half an hour, Severus continued to read the book at the little boy. Every now and then, the baby would babble and laugh, nearly as though he was agreeing with what Severus was saying. And even though, he would never admit it out loud, Severus was enjoying himself as well. It was not often that somebody found what he was saying interesting, that it was a baby of all people was not ideal, but it was a start. The door to the staff room opened in a swift motion and Minerva McGonagall strode into the room. As soon as she had closed the door behind her and her eyes found the baby on Severus’ lap, she stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly a smile formed on her face. “Oh how sweet! Are you enjoying your time with him Severus?”. She asked delighted, though he was able to detect a mocking undertone to it.

“Absolutely not!” “Oh I have to tell Y/N, maybe you could watch him for her the next time!” “I do not like this child and I definitely will not look after him again!” The boy in his lap started to wiggle impatiently, he wanted to continue reading the book. He again, turned towards Severus and, before he could be stopped, had grab his nose and sequel in delight. “Oh, it seems that he likes you”, Minerva laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him. The baby’s grip on his nose tightened and the giggles increased. “Traitor”, Severus mumbled under his breath, as he tried to prey the little hand from his face.

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ghostsprettymama · 1 year

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Plot: Voldemort's children Attending Hogwarts? What is dumbledore thinking? Perhaps he's trying to get them to go against their father?

Warnings: Angst,violence,mentions of sui,child endangerment,harrypotter, M x F reader. all stufent characters mentioned in this part are minors so no smut. only fluff.

Pairing: Harry potter x Voldemorts daughter ! reader

WORD COUNT: 3,565 words 19,378 characters

STUDENT CHARACTERS IN THIS PART ONCE AGAIN ARE MINORS. DO NOT SEXUALIZE, POTRAY SEXUAL OR DISPLAY ANYTHING SEXUAL TORWARDS THEM .

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“Y/n?” your cousin draco woke you up. You slept in the malfoy manor due to your parents orders, well Bellatrix convincing your father Voldemort for you to stay Somewhere safe..

you got up, it was still nighttime.” You think Hogwarts will like you?” the little boy asked. you thought realistically, you were a pessimistic little girl.” no. They fear my parents and I look alike them. Seeing me would send them to their ancestors..” you said getting up.

“What about the potter, we can make him our friend!” said Draco, oh He's so optimistic, you loved it. You hugged your cousin. “I admire your optimism Draco, but I am potter repellent.” you sighed.

The tales of harry did seem cool to you. You just didn't like how these common folk stretched it.

“What's your father like?” Your cousin asked. You two went into the living room sitting by the fire, he wanted the story again.

you smiled, you two were both 11 yet you acted like his older sister. “My father is the strongest dark wizard there is, my mother following behind! No wizard or witch dares to utter his name or...” you used a cloaking spell re- appearing behind him. “HE KILLS THEM!” you said, a magical hallucination of your father behind you.

Little Draco screamed as you ended your spell hugging him. “It’s fine draco. No matter who or what it is ill protect you” you promised him.

Narcissa Malfoy came in, crossing her arms “Children we must leave for Hogwarts soon. Why are you not packing?” she smiled.

“Sorry, mama Y/n was just telling me stories,” Draco said going back to your shared room.

Just as you head out, Lucius stopped you. “You do remember your plan for this year correct.” He asked you, you weren't scared of the Malfoys.

If anything they feared your father, and if you failed. That equals your father's rage. “Befriend potter,” you said. “Good” he released his grip on you as you went to the room packing.

HOGWARTS EXPRESS

You walked with pride Besides the Malfoys, everyone knew who you were. You looked at potter with a smile, he smiled back. he looks kind, i hope to enjoy befriending him. molly held him pulling him back and whispering in his ear " do not mind that cursed girl, she is not to befriend" she protected harry

HARRY POV

When I locked eyes with that girl, something in me clicked instantly,I moved when molly whispered in my ear since the sensation was irritating, and I looked at molly shaking my head.

"no.. she's not cursed.." I said furrowing my brows, I defended the girl as if I knew her for life. when I saw mollys reaction being shocked I shook my head and turned back around and she was gone.

HOGWARTS EXPRESS

HARRY POV STILL

I saw the girl again with a blonde boy and the girl I had saw earlier performed a trick which made the blonde boy smile, then they looked over talking and pointing, I was so confused. I looked at my new friend Hermione asking her a question "Hermione who is she?" she turned her head immediately raising an eyebrow.

her eyes widened like her eyes were about to pop out. "That's Y/n Lestrange riddle.. shes like the opposite of what you're stereotyped to be.. but I personally don't believe in such buffoonery. im, not gonna assume shes bad off of tales and neither should you" she lectured.

"oh now she coming over-" I said

"Y/n Riddle, my full name is Y/n Lestrange riddle. what's yours" Her sweet eyes smiled but not her mouth, how odd. "Harry potter," I Said shaking her hand, she didn't patronize me or treat me horribly.

"I wanna be your friend can I?" She asked me. "yes! of course," I said happily. "can my cousin draco come? or you guys can move to our cart it can fit lot of people" She said optimistically.

We moved to her cart, we had lots of conversations and eventually, ron warmed up to her.

HOGWARTS

y/n pov

Harry walked in with my hand in his, draco holding my other, they did this since i almost fell off the boat.

"I could've sworn I saw something!" I protested and they sighed in sync. Draco looked at me with a concerned look.

"You act like a suicidal pigeon!" he smacked me on my head and i rubbed in pain.

we sat at tables getting called one by one,Dumbeldore and snape looked at me, i know who snape is because he works with my dad.

i wave and he nodded, i was gonna sit by harry but the tall ginger twins sat where i was going to.

"sorry the seats taken" the one on the right said "kick rocks" the other said.

I felt rage consume me and im sure they could tell by my eyes, i just wanted to be by my friend. i shook my head sitting across from the trio, draco taking the space between me.

"Fred dont be rude!" ron hit his arm, and got scowled by fred. "yeah dont be rude to the evil princess!" George said, i was upset.

"Im not a princess .im the same as you. a normal person. royalty isnt as it seems but it seems itd feed both of your egos." i said , sitting across from harry with draco. turning to the man who stood up. he looks like a grandpa.

He gave a speech but i felt eyes on me. i squeezed dracos hand and he squeezed back three times. calm down its alright. thats what the squeezes meant.

"We have a two students here . yes theyre Harry potter and Miss Y/n Lestrange Riddle. treat them as your companion and not enemeys against eachother. At hogwarts we all are all equal" Dumbeldore looked at Fred " and we will not discriminate because of parents or what they did. children are not their parents, you all are here to become amazing witches and wizards, act like it."he sat back down.

Soon each teacher introduced themselves giving speeches but i spaced out,my owl rested in my lap, i loved her dearly. if anything happened to her id wreck havoc. Soon everyone but me Got sorted.

Then it was my time. i walked up as eyes were on me. i did what my mama said and held my head high, i stepped with delicate grace.

"i heard her mother put her through intense training"

"her father treats her like a war machine... they dont even celebrate her birthday"

"they taught her everything but to be a child."

I payed no mind to whispers that didnt know a thing. Lucius taught me not to associate with fools who speak out their rear ends. I sat down in the chair, when the hat was placed on me it seemed to have a crisis.

"You are tricky...a child filled with so much passion,charisma, Knowledge and promise. so friendly yet turned away by all but her kin and a promising boy." the hat asked me a question.

everyone fell silent when i said my answer. "What do you see in your future" it said. "Rebelling against evil and protectong my friends from those who hurt them. no matter who." i said.

I saw dumbeldores smile in the corner of my eye.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat, Draco looked upset, harry,hermione and ron clapped along with the twins who suprisingly clapped.

you sat by them , draco glared at you as if you werent related to him anymore.. that hurted.

we headed to dorms, you tried to speak to draco but he turned his head away from you, you shrugged. " i dont get it." you said " get what?" Hermione tilted her head. "Draco.." you frowned.

"Maybe hes temporaily upset. " hermione held your hand with a smile "its okay to let them be mad. focus on being with your friends the rest of your hogwarts life!" she said hugging your arm.

LATER

i sat in the common room with fred,Ron,George and harry. they were playing games while i looked out the window, i already completed my first task what else.. i bit my lip.

"whats wrong now?" harry said sitting beside me,i shook my head. "youre at hogwarts! have fun with us" harry said pulling you to wizards chest.

"Fair warning im not easy to beat," Ron said. you smiled, he underestimated you, you had played against many people while your dad worked including your siblings. speaking of them, they walked in sitting behind you.

"You have siblings?" Fred asked " two sets of twins in gryffindor hm" George replied to his twin. you and Ron battled with chess, he almost had beaten you if you didnt move right, but you wanted him to win, you purposely lost.

"Hey no fair you lost on purpose" Ron said,you felt your sibblings hands on the your shoulder. "do it again." Miles said in your ear,Max was at the other ear.

"Do what Riddles do and beat those who challenge them."Max said and you listened,you werent under imperius, you jusf feared them.

You moved with skill and non perdictable actions. the game ended in a matter of sections, they smiled "Thats our sister." max and miles said hugging you then heading to their rooms.

You calmed down looking at the four,all of them showed concern. "what was that" said fred. " nothing" you got up going to your room.

Harry pov

"Shes an odd fellow" Ron said laying on the couch, he ate chocolate frogs."Shes not strange.. when i saw her at the train i saw something different then what you see.." I hugged my legs to help me think.

"Ooh what are you fated lovers!" George joke making ron choke on his chocolate frogs. "Dont be ridiculous were too young for that stuff and i doubt she ever would feel like that" i rolled my eyes heading up to sleep.to my room

WEEKS LATER.

I had the weirdest dream, about a stone. maybe i can ask Hermione about it. we were in spell castings class, Y/n and draco were across from me.

She was having trouble with casting spells, when she looked at me , i froze. i shook my head showing her the correct motion.

She did it suceeding, when she showed draco i saw his smile, when he looked at me though. it was a scowl.

When class ended i pulled my friends aside going to the library,ron huffed only having food on his mind right now.

"I could be eating some amazing food right now harry" said ron, i rolled my eyes. "a dream i had about a stone.. it was crimson red.. and shined and i think i need to find it.." i said .

Y/N pov

" harry are you speaking of the sorcerers stone?" you asked him, ron sat on a desk near me while hermione searched a book. " i cant find it." hermione said flopping down.

blue = y/n

pink = hermione

red= ron

white= harry

"we have to tell someone"

"who can we not trust"

" maybe our friends? like the teachers or... i have no actually what about you ron"

"i dont know ask y/n"

you knew who you couldnt trust, you cant trust them or throw your cousin under the bus, you choose someone you couldnt care less for. "snape."

"why him?"

"hes gonna embarass us and think im just trying to rebell agaimst my father! plus hes weird!"

"i think hes alright even though he looks like hes constantly suffocating "

"you mean his double chin ron??"

" a what?"

"oh my god"

"i know who we can tell"

"who"

"Professor Mcgongall!" you said. you immediately ran to her class, when we arrived everyone said stuff at once.

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"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT CHILDREN one at a time.. y/n first" She said looking at you, directly in your blue eyes to sense a lie.

"Harry had a dream about the sorcerers stone...and that my dad was gonna take it .." you said, looking at her in the eyes. you had her convinced almost.

"I don't know how you found out about the Stone, but rest assured, no one can possibly steal it, it's too well protected." she said sitting in her chair.

"its getting late off you go to sleep." she said dismissing the gryffindors "But- "off you go!" she said, she looked at your eyes which flashed with rage. nobody was listening to your friend.

"Fine. if you wont trust us then youll see what happens" you stormed off, Mcgonagal sighed shaking her head.

NO ONES POV

"Potter" she said as everyone but harry left.She took harrys hands in hers " On behalf of y/n. do not let go of that girl no matter what. she is a pure soul that is a key to the future.. i dont believe shes out of her fathers control, but please, never let go of what you have." she said

Harry nodded, not understanding but he nodded.He quickly followed behind his friends reaching for Y/ns hand. the two 11 year olds naturally had such a close bond their bodys automatically did this.

they waited in the gryffindor common room for every staff and student head to sleep. then came neville

"I cant let you do this! not with her, her parents-

"Lumos Maxima Muffliato " y/n said doing the motion hitting neville with it as he fell asleep.

hermione looked surpised high fiving y/n " im proud of you remembering what we studied!" she hugged the other female with a smile.

"cmon !" harry ran, to a mirror, ron knew what he was doing but the other two didnt.

They came to a door, Y/n pinched her nose “Eugh it smells like wet dog..” she said gagging “maybe because a dogs in there” Hermione said opening the door.

The Quartet entered seeing the massive, The lestrange child flinched seeing how huge the mutt was. “I dont think we should.. It could attack us..” Said y/n. “Its asleep.. “ ron said. Hermione spotted the self-playing instrument.

“The harp! Its playing and it makes the dog sleepy.. But how do we...” Hermione tried to find a way. “C'mon!” y/n pulled Hermione in the boys following.

“it has horrid breath” Harry said,y/n snorted at him. “Y/n,Ron help me move the Paw” Harry said moving to the dog. “Why me? Why not Hermione and Y/n??” Ron said “Just move the paw!” he said rolling his eyes.

you two did just that. When fully moving the paw, a trap door was revealed. “I’ll fall first- dont fall unless i give you a sign” said Harry. “ what if something bad happens,” Said Hermione. “Then you two have to leave,” Y/n said.

“Wait why just us” Ron looked at y/n confused.” because im going down. First TAH TAH!” the little girl jumped down without warning.

“Bloody hell- did she just-” Ron was in shock. “she's strong! She’ll be okay” Hermione replied. “Wait. Did it get quiet..” Harry said “the harp... It

Stopped playing” the now trio turned around as thick globs of drool leaked down to the floor. “JUMP.” he said as soon as he turned around jumping down.

The two followed having common sense in not wanting to die. The dogs attacked the door ripping it apart.

The four kids were now in slimy vines that slithered around” stop moving idiots! Its devil's snare, relax yourselves and stop moving! Itll only kill you faster” hermione said "kill us faster???? NOW I CAN DEFFINENTLY RELAX THANKS!" ron yelled while struggling. hermione listened to her own orders relaxing, the vines would snap and she sunk down.

"Hermione?! Y/n where are you!" ron said "Im with her! just relax trust me." Hermione said, harry listened while ron struggled, falling down, joining the duo. "HARRY" ron said in pure anguish.

"youre here!" hermione said to harry and he nodded looking at y/n. "is ron- not here?" hermione paced around trying to think of something "i know this spell from herbology..." hermione tried to remember" is it Lumos Solem?" Y/n asked in curiousity " umm.. My aunt narcissa taught me that.." Y/n added on.

"Yes! brilliant y/n thank you so much!" she hugged y/n "now say it with me!" hermione said aiming her wand at the snare.

"Lumos Solem!" the two aimed up at the devils snare , it released ron shriviling up. "good thing we didnt panic!" ron said"good thing those two saved you." Harry corrected. Y/n and hermione heard something "what is that?" hermione asked . "sounds like wings.." Harry said as he approached the sound, oppening the doors and his friends following behind.

"wow... i never saw bugs like these in books" Hermione said " neither have i..in any of the forbidden books my mother made me read either" y/n seemed amazed looking at them " thats because theyre keys..and i bet one of them fits that door" Ron said, the qauret walked, coming across a broom. "whats this all about.." hermione said. " i dont know.." the ginger boy replied. they went to the door as harry potter looked at the broom. "strange.."

"Alohomora!" Hermione said and the door didnt budge "worth a shot." ron said, hoping to brighten the mood.

"maybe one of those keys fit... but how would you get to it?" Y/n said

"the broom!"

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"Harry dont tell me you came to look at yourself.." Y/n said jokingly,Harry looked at Y/n trying to see if she understood, she nodded, both of them looked in the mirror seeing different things.

Y/n saw the truth, havoc. her by her fathers side . fire was everywhere on hogwarts, then screaming and crying she was over rons body screaming. she pointed her wand at herself and harry did the same action. "Avada Kedav-" someone pulled her away from the mirror.

Her crimson eyes returning to their regular colour ,she looked at Professer Quirrel holding her hostage with fear as she still was shaken. "THE STONE BOY." a voice said.

Y/n Pov

"father?" y/n said trying to squirm put the flimsy teachers grip. "turn around. and let go of my child" he released you turning around taking his turban off.

a face in the back of his head.

Harry flinched"oh my god.." . Y/n backed up infront of harry automatically defending him.

"my girl, bring me the stone, dont you want me to be proud of you?" Your fathers disgusting mutilated face said in the back of his head. "no." y/n said "what?" "I SAID NO." " who taught you that word! you know better then to say it to me" your dad spat venom at you

"are you guys really- "SHUT UP POTTER" you both said in sync, god damn you were your fathers child, Y/n turned to him .

Quirrel got closer to Y/n and she tried to cast a spell on her father “P-petrifi- “ she attempted but the man smacked you out of the way.

“Give me the stone boy, and join me, you wont have to die” Voldemort father sounded promising. “NO.” he shouted at Voldemort.

“Dont make it harder on yourself! GIVE ME THE STONE BOY OR SUFFER A CRUEL DEATH.” he said as Quirrel chokes him out, Harry panicked not being able to breathe, his hands gripped Quirrels,burning him. The touch had burned quirrel he’d release the boy letting go.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” He said dropping into his own pile shriveling away. Y/n couldn't believe it, Y/n got up shaking the pain off, She walked to harry hugging harry making sure he was okay.

Then everything went black.

HARRY POV

I woke up in a infirmary bed, i opened my eyes to see y/n resting beside me,Dumbeldore came in with the stone looking at me. "I dont get it..." i said looking at Y/n.

"Get what potter?"Dumbeldore said sitting by his side, opposite of y/n"I just met her.. not to long ago and she protected me from him.. her father, she failed and know she couldnt yet she did.. and when i look at her i feel like i should stay close and hold her hand like we never should be seperated...I feel like i know her more then anyone like were connected somehow.." he said his eyes moving to dumbeldore and he nodded.

"Can i say something you might not believe Harry?" dumbeldore said with a smile. "Of course sir.." Harry said. "The sun and the moon at first were strangers, yet with one look they felt as if they forever knew eachother. their souls were bound together destined as soulmates.. but many things came between their love. on many adventures the moon protected the sun blindly no matter who it was, she knew she couldnt live without the sun, because they were bounded together by a phenomenom. When by fate two are born, their souls are bounded since their life which is set in stone, depend on eachother." he said.

"but i dont get it.." Harry said "i dont love her?? i barely know what that is" he said confused "Soulmates arent always Romantic dear potter. now rest up. you have class first morning tomorrow!" he laughed walking out

"hes confusing..." Harry said his hand rested in Y/ns hair. "you are like the moon now that i think of it..but why protect me when you cant protect yourself.." Harry sighed.

"Us..? soulmates? is that some tale dumbeldore got from a book.."

" i wouldnt mind if we were ." y/n said suddenly causing harry to jump. "when were you- "ive been awake" y/n said opening her eyes. " soulmates can be platonic harry, dont fret i wouldnt be with you for .. yawn. a milllion years"

"yeah right."

The end.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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ellecdc · 2 months

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A Man With a Plan (prologue)

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

A/N: Hello! I've been stuck in my head about the idea of a whimsical reader (think Luna Lovegood) after reading the many sweet writings of other writers on Tumblr (specifically @ moonstruckme)! I totally ship a character like this with Remus because I feel like Remus has a tendency to overthink and get stuck in his own head and a character like this would be a breath of fresh air for him and balance him really well. Please note: whimsical does not = stupid! Rather, quite smart but people find her odd and reduce this to lack of intelligence. This is my little prologue, a sort of soulmate-esque AU - what do we think? Do we like this idea? Would we read it???

CW: swearing (cuz it's Remus 'Werewolf McSwearWolf' Lupin's POV, duh)

If there was one thing people ought to know about Remus John Lupin, it was that Remus was a planner. At any given point, it would be safe to assume that Remus had a plan.

As would be typical of Remus Lupin’s luck, however, most of his plans got fucked to shit.

Example A:

As a child, Remus planned to grow up to be a wizard like his da, or a nurse like his mum. That plan was fucked to bits just before his 5th birthday when Fenrir Greyback damned him to a life of lycanthropy and a side serving of prejudice.

Example B:

Remus Lupin planned to never be accepted to Hogwarts on account of his previously stated damnation. That plan also went sideways when an owl dropped a letter into his porridge on the morning of his 11th birthday, containing an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Remus’ da told Remus it was likely a mistake and they would rescind the offer once they learnt of his lycanthropy. Once again, plans were nullified when headmaster Dumbledore himself showed up on the doorstep of the Lupin Cottage after not receiving a response from them.

Example C:

Once he confirmed his acceptance to Hogwarts, Remus Lupin planned to be completely invisible throughout his time at school. This meant: no embarrassing himself, no bringing attention to himself, and absolutely, under no circumstances, would he make friends.

Of course, as should have been expected, this plan was fucked upside down and backwards seven ways to Sunday when the likes of James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black set their sights upon him.

Though Remus Lupin did have a plan, he was still just a boy. He’d been homeschooled his entire life due to being unable to explain his absences to muggle teachers as well as his scars/injuries from every full moon, and the village kids were quite fearful of the scarred boy. All this to say; he’d never had friends before.

So, sue him for relishing in the interest these boys seemed to have in him.

No matter: Remus could handle this. “How?” You may be wondering. By a plan, of course!

Remus Lupin would allow these two (and Peter who went about befriending the boy in a much gentler way, so let’s make it three) friends, and planned to ensure that they never learned of his lycanthropy. He’d only just made friends; he wasn’t about to lose them.

Of course, Sirius being the nosey fucker he is, James being the doting mother hen he is, and Peter being far too perceptive for anyone’s good – that plan was fucked to shit as well.

Remus, then, planned then to never let anyone else ever learn his secret again.

That plan was once again fucked by none other than Sirius Black and his unfortunate ‘prank’ on Severus Snape that could have cost Remus and Severus both of their lives, or at the very least, their lives as they knew it.

Remus Lupin then planned to never forgive Sirius Black for that horrible, thoughtless prank.

Remus was admittedly not all that sad to say that this particular plan was shot too, though he ensured Sirius suffered at least a little during the process of his forgiveness.

So, as he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in September of his 7th year listening to his friend’s wax poetic about their different love interests or conquests that they had made over the summer (i.e., James’ love for Lily, Sirius’ many hook-ups, and Peter’s enthusiastic support of them both), Remus made yet another plan.

Remus John Lupin planned to never, ever, fall in love.

Moony, it would seem, had other plans.

Continue to the first chapter here.

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cursedmoon-doll13 · 10 months

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If It Serves You.

(Headmaster!Severus Snape x Reader)

Cw: Non/Dubcon + Aftermath, Afab Reader, Dark-ish Snape, Unprotected Sex, Powerplay, Sex as Bargaining, Facefucking, Crying, Fingering, Creampie, Begging, Degradation (use of slut) and Praise, Reader calls Snape ‘Headmaster,’ Former Student Reader, Mentions of Torture/Child Abuse, Denial of Feelings.

READ WITH CAUTION

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: As a professor of Hogwarts, your past ambitions, your fragile hope and unrelenting diligence have all led to nothing. Now, you are powerless beneath the rising force of He Who Must Not Be Named and his army of Death Eaters. The only thing left you have to give is your pride; your weak and vulnerable body.

Or, you beg the new headmaster to show mercy to your students in exchange for sexual favours.

Dividers by @/saradika

Of course, there was no pressing need to check and recheck the potions’ storage. Certainly no need to catalogue it twice. You did almost it out of instinct, or force of habit. Yes, It’s healthy to maintain a routine, including routine inspections, just like- just like-

“Professor ___,” comes a gruff voice from behind. In your nervous state, you imagine it is a Carrow, and freeze in panic. “Why are you here?”

You whirl around. No. It’s Professor Slughorn.

“Oh,” you straighten your robes. “Horace. I was just taking inventory.”

“Were you? I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.” He says brusquely.

“Of course, of course you can.”

Your voice carries the same placid, appealing tone with which you’ve used to calm your pupils. You wince at the sound of it. Then, his expression loosens. Not immediately, but little by little, settling into the creases and wrinkles of stress and age. His walrus moustache droops into a familiar frown.

“I’m… I’m very sorry, ___,” he says. “Whenever I leave my storage unattended for too long, I take this terrible notion that some very bright and brilliant student is going to brew a polyjuice potion. Heh.”

His laughter rings rather hollow.

“Yes, those were my thoughts exactly,” you concede, heaving a sigh. “It would be so simple. Not for all of them, but some of our best could do it. And then they would make a reckless attempt at escaping, or even try to impersonate one of those Death…”

You stop yourself, and peer carefully into his face.

You’ve noticed how Horace has visibly deflated, how he has lost his colour over the past few months. How could you not? You would never accuse the Slug of being slovenly, but you’re well aware that beneath all the powder his eye-bags are as sunken as yours.

“It is unfortunate that one of my… One of our best…” It seems that he cannot finish his sentence. Nonetheless, you know who she is.

“It’s a very unfortunate thing,” Professor Slughorn mutters idly. “Very unfortunate…”

He’s fiddling with a ring on one liver-spotted finger. His lips purse periodically, as if a throb in his temple is threatening to burst.

“Horace, It’ll all be alright,” you try to reassure him, knowing you cannot guarantee this.

The only response you receive is a distant nod. He does not stop fussing over his ring. Then, he turns abruptly stony again:

“Well, then,” he says. “You’d best be on your way.”

He dismisses you as curtly as he would a student, but you don’t protest. You know that when you leave, he will pacify his anxiety with a sleeping draught.

As you exit the dungeon and traverse the silent halls, the early winter chill rattles straight through your bones. It seems that Hogwarts grows colder each passing day; colder and emptier. Even when teaching, your classroom is as quiet as death.

Alchemy has never been a popular elective, and now you are down to very few students. Some had also disappeared completely over the Summer, mostly those without Pureblood status or families to support them… You try not to ponder too deeply on it. For their sake - and perhaps also for your own - you keep it together.

Yes. You must stay stubborn and strong. Especially considering what you are about to do now.

You shiver in your thin robes outside of the Headmaster’s office. The griffin sentinel glares haughtily down at you, and for a second you fancy it alive, judging you guilty for some crime. Thinking this, You glance this way and that, wary of onlookers.

But all of the students are asleep; or at least, they should be. Most of your coworkers have also retired for the evening. You here stand alone.

You take a deep, shuddering breath.

“Sugar Quill.” Your voice echoes eerily.

The griffin does not budge. The new headmaster has changed the password, of course. You suspected as much, but it was still worth attempting.

“Amortentia,” you try next. No response.

You shift, acutely aware of how ridiculous you must appear; a Hogwarts professor stumped by a statue.

“Polyjuice. Veritaserum. Bezoar… Asphodel.”

Nothing.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” you huff, already spiked with tight, uneasy tension. “It was so much easier when Dumbledore…”

A low, heavy rumble breaks your train of thought as the spiral staircase emerges. You quickly mount it and climb upwards, boots clattering on the rising stone. It gives way to a large study lined with bookshelves.

You’ve made it into Dumbledore’s office.

Except it is no longer his. You must remind yourself of this fact often, and each time it stings, like a tiny pricking thorn ingrown into the heart. The study is far draughtier than you remember; devoid and bereft in the absence of Fawkes.

No, Albus is not here. Instead, what scowls over at you from behind the Headmaster’s desk is the unmistakable face of Severus Snape, and he does not appear pleased to see you.

“Kindly inform me why you are in my office.” His voice is slow and measured, but you can sense the venom lurking underneath.

“I don’t remember ever giving you the password,” he continues, alighting from his chair. “Or have you picked up that nasty eavesdropping habit from one of our pupils?”

He spat that last word as if it was a curse.

“No, Severus,” you say quickly. “I guessed it.”

Severus. Or Professor Snape. But now…

You think you catch him pale ever-so-slightly, or perhaps that is the dim lighting of the room, casting dark, creeping shadows across the floor. While there has never been a cordiality or warmth to your relationship, you recognise that you have been spared the worst of his barbed hostility.

Before now, that is; now, the distance between you is far too great.

“Did you now?” He sneers.

In response, you draw up, mindful not to appear challenging as you tip your chin.

“I’m here because I have a proposition for you,” you announce clearly. “I hoped you would be reasonable and hear me out.”

Snape’s eyes narrow icily and suddenly you are in his Potions class again, overseen with strict authority. One wrong move, and the concoction will spoil and poison you. His black robes billow as he approaches, expanding like the hood of a cobra.

“There is nothing you could possibly offer me,” he says, folding one shrouded arm over another. “And so there is nothing to discuss. Leave.”

Your nerves are strung so tight, you can’t help but object: “The Carrows are far too cruel in their methods! Too brutal. The students-”

“Are very fortunate to have been granted mercy by the Dark Lord,” Snape interrupts, and you swallow thickly. Of course, you could not have forgotten the festering dark mark that now itches underneath his robes, writhing and serpentine.

“But it isn’t enough,” you say, throat sandpaper dry. A rush of urgency floods your system. Now. It needs to be now, before you lose your courage.

(A gash on the cheek, a row of dark-purplish bruises and welts, a swollen eye, whippings and burns, scars from chains, all so frightened, but brave still.)

“If you agree to grant my students your protection,” your voice falters. “I will give… Myself to you.”

The silence that follows is agonising. His expression is indecipherable; taut and stiff. You’re beginning to think that maybe you weren’t transparent enough.

Your trembling hands drift towards your top buttons, and you start to undo them bit by bit.

“Stop,” Snape orders.

At this, you freeze. Your heart plummets starkly into your intestines. Oh. You hadn’t even considered that he would - or could - reject your offer. You fear you may have tipped the bubbling cauldron over and left it melting through the carpet. As you linger numbly, Snape’s tongue darts between his lips. Light flashes behind his stern black eyes.

Perhaps he’s considering it, perhaps…

“Come here,” he says sharply. You obey.

Shuddering in the winter chill, you watch the slow bob of his Adam’s apple, the twitch of his lids as his gaze dips steadily downward�� Snape’s forefinger comes to brush the fabric from your shoulder, his knuckle grazing your collarbone, and your pulse quickens anew.

“I’ll do anything,” you plead. “Please, Severus.”

“You will refer to me as ‘Headmaster,’” he corrects.

“Headmaster…”

You suck in a shaky breath. Standing this close to him, you can make out the lilac rims of his sunken eyes and the worry lines on his forehead.

He’s tired… The thought springs to mind, unbidden.

The hand that tends to the rest of your buttons is not rough, but the coldness of his touch makes you flinch. Snape pulls down your outer robes in one swift motion, and you can’t help but gasp. Your nipples perk from the chill, skin prickled with goosebumps. Underwear was unnecessary, and though you knew that from the start, you are stripped so quickly it still leaves you cringing. He moves to fondle your breasts, and your breathing shallows. You stare desperately towards the floor, towards some old, faded tea stain.

“Fall on your knees, ___,” he tells you.

You kneel quickly in front of him, and he moves to cup the nape of your neck. You don’t need to be instructed; you do your best to steady your hands and unfasten the button over his crotch. You nudge out his dick, and see that he’s already half-hard.

Before he changes his mind, you spit into your palm and use it as lubricant as you get to work jerking him off. You can feel him watching you, silent and still. This situation is completely wrong, all wrong, but the awkwardness of it is almost juvenile.

“___,” he calls above you. You stiffen. You know that cautionary tone. “If you have enough cheek to wag your tongue at me, you can also use it for this.”

You nod faintly, licking your lips. Of course, you should have prepared for this, too, but you have barely even steeled your nerves. Hesitant, you lean forward and run your tongue along the shaft, tracing a vein. Your movements are practically mechanical; dispensing small, kitten licks over the tip, continuing to stroke him. This is now a kind of out-of-body experience for you, the sort of bizarre circumstance you can only encounter in a very strange dream.

But then, Snape decides your next course of action for you, clutching your jaw and muffling your whimpers as he sinks into your mouth.

A teardrop falls softly onto your chest, and it only occurs to you now that you’re crying. You gag out a sob as the tip of Snape’s cock hits the back of your throat, unable to prevent loose spit from dribbling down your chin. Above you, his breath hitches.

“Open your eyes,” he demands.

You didn’t know you had closed them; squeezed them tightly shut. You peek up at his pale face.

His pupils are blown wide, almost entirely black. Snape forbids you to keep eye-contact with a firm grip over your head, and you gag again as he rocks his hips. You clutch his thighs for purchase while he fucks your face, tears streaming down your cheeks. For distraction, you try to focus on him, and his pleasure-stricken expression lulls you in like hypnosis; the tightness of his lips, his dark brows slightly furrowed, the minute twitches in his jaw.

Snape’s thrusts begin to stutter, but he tightens his hold on you and forces you to take all of him. He drags in a sharp intake of breath, and warm, slightly bitter cum pools onto your tongue.

“Swallow it. All of it.”

You gasp for air, gulping it down hastily.

“You'll be getting used to the taste of me. Stand.”

Snape urges you up and steers you over to his table. Before you can blink, you’re whirled around and caged against his desk. The edge of it cuts harshly into your naked thighs, and you yelp. You can feel his long black hair sweep over your neck, a sensation that is almost ticklish. Snape yanks down your robes and they fall limply around your boots. Now, you are truly exposed, shivering and naked. The only source of warmth is his body heat pressed into your back, the starched, dark fabric of his clothing.

His cool hand dips around and feels down your stomach, and your breath hitches as Snape unexpectedly plunges several fingers into your pussy. You shock yourself with how slick you are, mortified at the way he tsks behind you:

“Little slut. Is this what you’ve always wanted?” Snape hisses into your ear, spreading the pads of his fingertips over your labia, teasing your clit.

“Yes!” You choke out.

“Yes, Headmaster,” he pinches your clit warningly and it feels like an electric shock.

“Yes, yes Headmast- ah…!”

He starts to rub in rough, merciless circles, and you immediately try to stifle a cry against your wrist. Snape rips it impatiently from you.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I can feel how wet you are.”

It’s surely not the truth. Surely, you tell yourself...

One long, deft forefinger slips into your slit and pumps steadily in and out. You let out a soft moan, unable to resist the quivering thrill that coils in your abdomen. You didn’t realise he would even try to prep you, and, against your will, you feel some of your fear dissipate.

“You think I didn’t notice, did you?” He scoffs. “Always so desperate for my attention, always clamouring for a better grade.”

Memories of your seventh year at Hogwarts resurface and spiral dizzily in your head. The newest, youngest professor, but strict and competent, and—

Dark, sweeping cloak, black hair, black eyes…

I even once wished I could brush away the strands…

Then he retracts his fingers, slowly, torturously, You hate how you yearn for his touch in its absence, how you crave the buzz to smother your discomfort.

Snape bends you cleanly over the polished table, your still damp breasts pressing into the hardwood. He traces a long, thin finger down your back, tracing languidly across your spine; you could almost believe his touch is tender. Almost. Instinctively, you try to turn your head to face him, but he denies you with a firm hand gripping the base of your neck. You whimper as he lathers cold precum on your thighs, positioning his straining dick over your entrance:

“…Or was it praise you were hoping for?” His voice is low and subdued. Snape’s breath fans over you, and for a moment you falter.

No, of course you don’t expect—

No, not from Professor Snape. Only your best was acceptable. To elicit a nod of approval, or even a commending glance, you couldn’t possibly hope—

“Headmaster, I— I only ever wanted you to…”

“Beg for it,” his tone sharpens again.

Snape slips the tip of his cock inside your folds. But then, he stops, and does not move. You are trapped between his desk and him, left pitiful and squirming.

“Headmaster,” you say weakly. “Please.”

“Please what, ___?”

You grit your teeth, still bristling at the indignity of it all. But you know that, whether he’s enjoying himself or not, Snape has the patience to wait this out.

“Please, fuck me!” you plead.

You gasp as he grips your thighs and slides himself in further with a lewd, wet sound. Your walls stretch around him as you adjust to his length. He groans softly and rolls his hips, sinking deeper into your cunt, until you’re utterly full of him.

Despite it all, it feels sinfully good, but his movements are so sluggish that you can’t help but whine pathetically into the wooden table.

“And what exactly is it that you’ve always wanted?”

What I always wanted, when I was in Potions class…

“For you to p-praise me, Headmaster.”

In an instant, you realise this is true. Deep down, you have always hoped for his sole attention… And now he’s invading that dark, primordial world in between, spurring on those secret and forbidden desires you should never have conceived.

Snape slowly pulls out, dragging every inch of his cock, and then snaps his hips back in, briefly hitting that sweet, sensitive spot that has you seeing stars.

“Please!” You add, letting out a shrill moan.

“And do you? Do you want this…?”

He mutters so quietly, it almost sounds like he’s begging you. Snape’s pace is set now, rocking powerfully into you as you fill the air with loud, desperate whimpers.

“I do!” You breathe, mind-numbingly uncertain.

But it doesn’t matter anymore if you want it or not; the sensation is so overbearing and so ruthless, unforgiving and unfair, just like him. You’re barely cognizant of the arms that curl around your naked waist, almost embracing you, until they provide cushioning against the sharp desk.

“You take me so well,” he murmurs, “So well.”

Your head spins, threatening to give up on you completely. You could never have predicted such a drastic change in demeanour. The way he’s treating you now is so different from his earlier cruelty; his affectionate caresses might be almost loving.

“So tight, so good for me…” He groans again, heavily, and the vibrations thrill up your spine as he spears you on his dick. “You’re doing perfectly.”

He kneads the soft flesh of your thighs, sighing blissfully. You can feel the spiking thrum of Snape’s heartbeat, the soft touch of his lips on your neck, kissing reverently over your shoulder blade. You wish you could just see the expression on his face, if you could only see Severus for one moment…

“Headmaster,” you pant, craning your head.

“Don’t,” he says hurriedly. “Don’t look at me.”

Snape doesn’t relent, forcing you firmly in place with a hard squeeze on your shoulder. There’s something thick and vulnerable in his voice that you can’t place, but all you can respond with is a needy cry as he speeds up, angling his thrusts just right. You can feel the familiar shock of pleasure coiling up in your belly now, surging from how deep he reaches.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you like this, aren’t I?” He snaps without warning, bursting with emotion again. You can only nod frantically in response.

“Yes, yes, Headmaster!” You sob, your eyes stinging with tears again.

Snape’s movements only grow stronger, his breathing heavier and huskier. His fingernails are digging small, half-moon indents into your skin. You don’t try to stifle the wanton moans that spill from your lips anymore, clawing for purchase at the wood.

“___… When you cum, you cum for me.”

Uncontrollably, you arch into the table. Your leg is cramping up from the exertion, muscles pulled taut, and you’re going to, you’re going to—

Your orgasm drowns the rest of your thoughts in static, white, hot bliss that smothers you. Snape shudders and moans as he buries himself to the hilt, pumping you full of his seed. His black cloak sweeps over you as he pulls out, far too soon, leaving you quivering and dripping with his cum.

The last, mangled strands of lucidity swim hazily in your mind. It takes a moment for you to remember why you were here at all.

After a few seconds, he releases you from the confines of his desk without a word. You bend down and hoist the ring of fabric up past your hips again, though your skin is sticky and damp. After a deep, shaky breath, you dare to glance at Snape.

There’s a thin sheet of sweat beading his forehead. Snape helps you pull your robes over your shoulders. He silently fastens your buttons back up again for you, and his touch is surprisingly gentle. You don’t rebuff him. Your hands are trembling enough as it is.

“Promise me that you’ll…” You halt.

Your vision is still blurry, but you could swear he looks like the old Severus. Not the figurehead or the professor, but the man. The Severus you once knew.

There’s a strange look in his eyes that you don’t understand, and maybe you never will.

You’re so dead tired you can barely drag your feet back to the staff’s living quarters. You wake Minerva— or, no, she is already occupied by her usual routine of restless pacing, tugging at her tartan dressing-gown. While she does interrogate you a bit crossly, you can tell she empathises with your ‘insomnia.’

After that you gulp down a contraceptive and stumble into bed, boneless and weary. You don’t cry at all, though you feel that you probably should.

In a way, you’re glad that Minerva doesn’t appear concerned or worried for you. That means she hasn’t found out. There was a persistent paranoia in the back of your mind that she had, that Minerva had seen or heard or sensed it somehow.

You wonder if she’d feel disgusted, or if she would simply pity you. Maybe that would be worse.

You flick your wand and flush out the light.

No. No one needs to know what you’ve done.

A month passes. The grip of winter releases its hold, and spring emerges in its wake, fresh and pure. It’s as if you can finally breathe again.

You hope that you do not imagine the way your student’s faces regain some semblance of warmth. You hope you do not imagine the unmarred bodies, mercifully free from wounds. You also hope that it is not their own schemes or plans that embolden them.

They should leave those matters to you.

Somehow, it feels like the nightmare is almost over. But not yet. Not yet. You still await your orders, and nurse lofty dreams of freedom in your heart.

When night falls, you strip off your underclothes and climb the spiral staircase once more. It is not excitement that tightens your chest, but it is also not dread. Perhaps something else you also do not understand, and cannot afford to think of now.

Headmaster Snape is standing by his desk. You realise he’s been waiting for you. He has that strange, mystifying look in his eyes again.

He offers you a hand.

“Come here,” he says.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Chipper and Pleasant - S.Snape

Summary - When she got overwhelmed with the baby, Y/N went to who she knew could help, her husband Severus.

Pairings - Severus Snape x Wife!Reader

Warnings - Stress of a baby, use of Y/N, female reader, Snape is a girl dad

Author's Note - It took a bit because I've been so busy but she's here.

Based off this request from an anon! Thank you for the request!

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The Hogwarts students only knew Severus Snape as a cold-hearted professor whose class was near impossible to pass. Even the other professors thought he was a hard ass but most of them had known why he was such a hard ass as well as cold. There were, however, only a small few people who truly knew Severus, one of them being his wife Y/N.

They had gotten married right out of Hogwarts, Severus never really understanding how love can change a life until he met her. And don’t even get him started on when his daughter was born. Even the students had noticed a slight change in attitude from the professor. They were never able to connect the dots until one day a woman and a baby walked through the great hall during dinner.

Y/N was having a hard time soothing their daughter, no matter what she did she couldn’t get the baby to stop crying. She was desperate and knew that Severus was the one that could calm her in a minute. The wailing of a baby made Severus’ head lift, knowing that it was his baby. He quickly got up and rushed over to his overwhelmed wife, gently taking the baby from her.

“Is she hurt? Are you hurt? Are you girls okay?” Severus rushed out as he cradled his daughter, looking both of his girls over.

“She just won’t stop crying Sev, no matter what I do she just won’t stop. I was just trying to clean the house and she started and I tried to feed her but nothing-”

“Okay, it’s okay love. Relax, take a breath,” He soothed his wife quickly before turning his attention to the baby in his arms. He noticed a tooth poking out from her gums, another right beside it. “I see the problem here. I have just the thing you need, my sweet girl.”

“What is it? She’s okay?”

“Her teeth are coming in, she’s hurting. I had a draught made up and ready for this. Come with me.” The couple was quick to leave the great hall, the second they left the students started to gossip about the scene they had just witnessed. Dumbledore allowed the students to discuss before interrupting.

“May I have your attention please,” He waited for the great hall to fall silent once more, “Thank you. I ask that you allow Professor Snape to tell you about what you have just witnessed rather than start rumors. He will tell you so do not push him to answer questions.”

The next morning, Severus had taken his daughter with him to his first classes to let his wife sleep for once. The baby was sleeping peacefully in a portable crib next to his desk. “Good morning, students. There are a lot of rumors going around so I’m going to debunk them. That woman is my wife and this baby is my child. Simple as that, let’s get on with the lesson.”

The day went by quite quickly, the couple being the main talk of the whole school. Everyone was surprised that Snape was a major softy when it came to his girls. They had never seen the broody professor smile so much, let alone ever. They had never heard him speak gently or with a shred of happiness until his girls showed up. They had started a petition to get his family to stay at Hogwarts with him because he turned out to be so pleasant with them around. The potions master turned out to be a happy man with his family who was there to stay with the go ahead from the headmaster. Severus Snape was no longer known as the broody and cold professor but now the chipper and pleasant professor.

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smilingbluetiger · 6 months

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Hogwarts Talks

(Dad Severus x Y/N)

Snape's child: *Watches the animated Sleeping Beauty. Maleficent appears on the screen

Maleficent: *she resembles a big bat in appearance

Snape's child: *looks at the screen

Snape's child: *looks at his father's robe left on the chair

Snape's child: *points at the screen

Snape's child: it's DAD!

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serverusslaype · 6 months

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just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

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himegureisu · 1 month

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Hiii! Just got home from a horrifying midterm exam. It went horrible, none of the questions were even in the lesson plan. Although it did give me an idea for this request :')

It's practically universal knowledge that Snape is a 'terror prof' (iykyk) at Hogwarts — his standards are high, he's very particular with essays and it's practically expected that every major exam, tears will be shed in and out the classroom with the amount of curveballs he throws at you.

(I'd feel like he'd be the type to have a True or False exam with choices like: True, Partially True, Partially False, False, and if none is applicable write the correct answer and all of it is situational)

He's married to the reader and they're both teachers, so they help each other on their loads. Much more efficient that way. One night after a particularly hard-hitting major exam in the semester, reader encounters tear stains and snot and a few drops of blood from a nosebleed on one of the exams (witnesses this once lol) and decided to confront him husband about it. Thank you! I hope this isn't too specific ;w;

Questions and Answers

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

A/N: I'm sorry you had a horrible exam day and thank you for preventing me from pulling my hair out of frustration because my Notion page was not cooperating when this request came through. I hope you enjoy this! 💖

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“Severus, darling, why do your exam papers have at least two different types of fluids on them?” your fingers flip through the unfinished stack, your eyes scanning them.

This was the thirty-fifth test paper from his pile that you graded. His second-year tests were stained by a range of substances you curiously identified through a spell.

Did he truly not notice them?

“There’s a combination of either snot, sweat, tears, or,” you paused, taking one of the papers you already graded, to present to him. His dark eyes highlighted by the round reading glasses made for a rather attractive sight but focus, “On the rare occasion, blood,”

“Oh,” he simply said, looking up at you, “And?”

“Is that all you can say?” you frustratedly run a hand through your forehead as you sit on the edge of his desk causing him to stop, “What are these questions even? It’s a major exam for second years, not OWLs or NEWTs, Severus. My head hurts not only from the answers but also the questions,”

“If they can’t answer then they’re not competent enough to proceed to the…” his sentence undone by the beginning of your ramble, an attempt to explain why his methods were not feasible.

“Can you imagine the physical, mental, and emotional drain that major exams cause to students? You can reminisce on your time as one if it helps but it’s not good and then to be brought to this level of inquiry as if they were taking a mastery,” you explained, “There isn’t even a 50-50 chance to get the answer right only 25 because you decided that it would be better if there would be four very similar but distinct answers to the multiple choice questions and not a chance of redemption for those who don’t know the question if the said answer is one they needed to correct. I can better understand your students’ frustrations from this version of your exams,”

“To adjust the exam would mean that there would be a lower level of understanding…”

“That’s the point though since they’re just building the foundation of what they know for potions!” you exclaimed, “If it were a muggle game, Severus, it should be easy, medium, and then hard but your exams are hard, hard, and then hard on every level. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but…”

“Sev, imagine this,” you sit on his lap, cupping his cheeks for him to focus on you as you say, “Imagine a child, our child, a little boy or girl coming home to us in tears because of a similar test that they’d taken on that day,”

“It would be different. They would be ours,” he grumbled, pulling you in closer to bask in your warmth, “We wouldn’t teach them to be like that,”

“Sev, just imagine!” you sighed exasperatedly, his face buried beneath your chin, “Your little girl coming home in tears crying for us wanting a hug because of an awful exam day,”

His breathing was in sync with yours, trying to understand your reasoning. His imagination slowly conjures a little girl in your image. Her face was stained with big fat crocodile tears, a snot-filled nose, and books slung defeatedly on her arm. His heart tightened at the image of it, protectiveness surging from within.

No one was allowed to make either of you cry.

“Can you imagine?” you softly asked, running a hand through his hair, as he mumbled, “Yes,”

“Can you change the way your tests are written?” you silently prayed that he would, he breathed in and faced you to answer, “Fine, and you’ll help me,”

“I expect as much,” you smiled.

As you were about to get off his lap, his arms quickly pulled you back and in doing so, caused the chair to stumble a bit from the force. His nose on your hair, breaths warm, and hug unwilling to let go.

“Sev?” you glance back to see his darkened gaze, “What is it?

“Do you want children?” he asked, it wasn’t something both of you discussed in depth before, “I realized that after four years of marriage, we didn’t elaborate on our expectations on that particular topic,”

“If we’re blessed with children, then I’m happy,” you informed, tracing the contours of his face. No matter how many times you’ve seen him it’s like there’s another new thing to catalog in your mind, “If not, then I’ll be happy having you all to myself,”

“I don’t know if I want children,” he admitted, and you kissed his cheek, “We’ll get there when we get there, Sev, for now, don’t think about it,”

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seriouslysnape · 3 months

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Morning Shift

Dad! Severus Snape x Mom! Fem! Reader x Baby Tags: Fluff. Sev being a good dad. Reader getting rest she deserves <3. Baby being a cutie. Word Count: 2.0k "I didn't mean to oversleep."

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It was quite rare for you to have the chance to sleep in.

Even before the baby was born, you were pretty much up and going by dawn every day. It made you feel more productive to get up early and get the day started before the sun even had the chance to fully rise.

An occasional Saturday or Sunday would roll around where neither you nor Severus were in any rush to get up and moving. Those were during the slower weeks of the year, usually during the summer when Severus wasn't teaching and your work wasn't as demanding.

But after the baby was born, those occasional lazy weekend days had become pretty much obsolete. The mornings and nights had become less hectic as your newborn transitioned into an infant, and she was on somewhat of a sleeping schedule. However, when the baby was up, so were you.

Severus gave his fair share of helping out with the baby at all times of the day, but typically, Severus tended to her the most in the evenings. Severus usually fed her dinner, bathed her, and prepared her for her early bedtime.

It wasn't intentional really, but the two of you fell into a routine where you handled the mornings, the two of you rotated off during the day, and Severus handled the evenings/nights. Severus would help anytime when needed, but for the most part, that was the best arrangement.

On one particular weekend morning, however, the routine was different.

Severus awoke to a quiet house. There wasn't the sound of his wife stirring in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for him and the baby who would no doubt be babbling for her breakfast.

He felt a presence in the bed next to him, a gentle warmth coming from it as well. He was surprised to see you were still asleep, bundled up in the covers as comfortable as could be.

The warm glow of the newly risen sun beamed through the windows of the bedroom, spilling over your back that was facing the glass. He watched you only for a moment, pushing some stray hairs from your eyes and pulling the covers higher on you to keep you toasty.

It made his heart swell to see you getting some extra rest on your day off, and he made it his mission to let you sleep as long as possible. He was more than happy to be on baby duty that morning and a change of routine was a bit exciting.

The clock on his bedside table read 7:12 a.m. which did alarm him briefly. It was twelve minutes past the baby's usual wake up time, which meant either she was getting some extra sleep as well, or she was storming mad that no one had come to pick her up to begin her day.

Severus was quiet as he crept out of bed, his footfalls quiet as he exited your bedroom to enter the baby's room just next door. Severus always left the baby's nursery door slightly cracked in the event the baby needed something during the night or woke up earlier than usual.

He pushed the door open gently, a burst of sunlight painting the hallway. The room was perfectly warm for a January morning, a vast difference from the bitter cold on the outside.

He glanced at the crib, seeing some movement in the crib. She was squirming excitedly, happy that someone was finally coming to get her up for the day.

She was awake, but not agitated in the slightest that no one had come to get her yet. She was content to lie in her crib for a little while, the charmed mobile above her crib keeping her entertained. She couldn't have been awake for very long, considering it was only a few minutes after her usual wake up time.

Severus approached her crib with a gentleness that few knew he possessed. His dark eyes, so often narrowed with sternness, softened when they gazed upon his child.

"Good morning, darling." He smiled, reaching down to pick up the cooing baby.

His daughter smiled back at him with a sleepy grin and sluggish eyes, but held an expression of confusion as to why her mother wasn't there to wake her like usual.

"Not expecting me this morning, hm?" He asked, which only returned a yawn from his daughter. "We'll let Mum sleep in this morning. She deserves it."

The eight-month-old only babbled in response, mouthing at Severus' shoulder through his T-shirt. You and Severus were pretty sure she had some teeth coming in based on the fact that she wanted to chew on everything.

Usually you dressed the baby as the first step of her morning routine, but it was the weekend so she would more than likely be home for the majority of the day. Severus opted to leave her in her pajamas for now, which she had no protests with.

She was rather clingy today, her tiny hands grabbing for him to pick her up again once she was dressed. She knew that if anyone in the world would pick her up whenever she wished, I was Severus.

Severus struggled with leaving her when she wanted to be picked up. You had been telling Severus for the last month or so that it is indeed okay to let her sit on her own as long as she's being supervised. She was beginning to work towards crawling, and you knew the only way she was ever going to learn to crawl was if she had the chance to be on the ground.

But Severus couldn't resist his daughter's grabby hands and beaming eyes. He spoiled the little girl, and he just couldn't tell her no.

He whisked her down the stairs, smiling at her giggles when he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Severus knew it was time for breakfast, and he knew that she was going to get fussy if he didn't get her fed soon. He slipped her into her highchair, her legs wiggling as she squirmed with anticipation.

"What would you like for breakfast, princess?" He asked, only receiving an interested stare in response. "I know you like eggs...and I think Mum picked up some fruit yesterday."

Severus turned and surveyed the inside of the fridge, studying its contents to make a decision. She was getting impatient, whining and babbling for Severus to hurry up. She was on a specific schedule, and her late wake up time had her about fifteen minutes behind.

Severus went with his suggestion on the premise that eggs and fruit were a safe option. She wasn't terribly picky, but since this wasn't her usual routine, he figured giving her something that he knew she liked was best.

Severus selected a few eggs from the fridge, deciding to cook them all and divide the portion appropriately between himself, you, and the baby. He knew it wouldn't be long before you were up, so he got started on getting a pot of coffee brewed as well.

With a wave of his wand, the stove ignited and began cooking the eggs in a pan while he worked on getting some fruit mashed up for her.

"Strawberries or a banana?" He asked her, who was more interested in dancing in her chair than picking which fruit she wanted.

Severus was certain that she hadn't eaten strawberries before. He took a chance and went with the strawberries, retrieving a few and getting them smushed enough to be suitable for baby consumption. He plated the eggs once they were cooked,

He pulled up a chair to her highchair, holding the tiny baby spoon and bowl in his hand to begin feeding her baby spoonfuls of her breakfast.

She made a noise of approval with the strawberries, barely even swallowing before motioning for more. For an eight-month-old, she was a fantastic eater and would try nearly anything.

Your daughter giggled, her eyes sparkling with the sight of her dad in front of her. Severus couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings. This was a side of him that no one else got to see, a side reserved only for his precious little one.

He felt so incredibly lucky to have a child. He felt even more blessed to raise her and love her in the ways he never was. He wasn't a perfect father by any means, but he made it his personal mission to never give her a reason to think of him as a bad father.

When her noises slowed and she hesitated to take any more bites of food, Severus stopped feeding her and began cleaning up. Slowly but surely, she was fed to satisfaction -- and Severus managed to fill himself up by getting bites in between feeding her.

Her face and shirt was painted with stains of sticky red from the strawberries, but she was happy as a clam and not at all concerned about the fact that she would most certainly need a bath.

Severus stood at the sink, letting her entertain herself while he arranged the dishes to be washed. When she gave a particularly joyous squeal, he knew that she had spotted something that she liked.

You were up now, standing in the doorway of the kitchen just freshly awake.

"Good morning, you two." You spoke gently, still clad in your sleepwear from the night before.

Severus turned, grinning at you with a small pink tint in his cheeks.

"Good morning, darling. We've just had breakfast." He smiled at you, his wife who he adored so dearly.

"I see that. You should've woke me up," You said. "I didn't mean to oversleep."

"Nonsense, darling. You needed the rest, and I am perfectly capable of taking on breakfast," He said. "I...assumed eggs and fruit were a safe choice."

"Oh, yeah. That's perfect," You approached the highchair, using your fingers to swipe some of her bed head hair to the side. "Looks like the strawberries were a hit." You laughed, noting the stains of red on her pink pajama shirt.

"Yes...sorry about that, my love." He blushed.

"I needed to do laundry today anyways," You smiled, not irritated in the slightest. "She'll be grown out of it soon."

A slight pang in Severus' chest made him go quiet for a moment. She was growing so fast that he couldn't even believe it. In four short months, she was going to be a year old. To think that it had been almost a year since she was born completely blew his mind. Next thing he knew, she would be starting her first day at Hogwarts and getting sorted into her House.

For now, he was enjoying her infant stage of life. Just as he had cherished the newborn phase, and how he would the toddler stage and beyond.

"I say it's time for a bath." You lifted her from her highchair, laughing again at how sticky she was.

"I can handle it," Severus said, turning the sink faucet off. "Might as well finish her morning routine."

"Are you sure?" You asked, feeling a bit guilty that he was taking on your usual morning duties.

"Absolutely," He grinned, taking her from you and turning his attention to her. "Mum will read you your bedtime story and put you to bed tonight. Does that work?"

She only hummed, clearly content with the arrangement they had going on today.

"Thank you, Sev." You said, thanking him for being so attentive and letting you sleep in for a bit.

"Oh, darling, it was nothing," He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you have breakfast and coffee while I get her ready for the day?"

Sure enough, Severus had a plate and a cup of coffee ready to go for you, a charm casted to keep the coffee hot and the food warm.

"The day where we have nothing planned?" You grinned, and Severus chuckled.

"Exactly."

And to Severus, a Saturday with nothing to do was perfect. In a lot of ways, nothing was everything when you and the baby were around.

His family (albeit small) was everything he ever needed.

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Daddy Duties.

Severus Snape x Reader

wordcount: 640

warnings: Fluff, Minor errors. (Severus is a good daddy <3)

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C/N- Child’s Name - Y/N- Your Name

Severus stood at the front of his classroom, his wand in one hand and a stack of essays in the other. He had just finished lecturing his fifth-year Slytherins on the finer points of potion-making when he heard a small voice calling out to him.

"Daddy!"

Severus turned to see his three-year-old daughter, C/N, toddling down the aisle between the desks. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her curly hair was tied back into two messy pigtails.

"C/N" Severus said, his voice softening with his eyes glued on her. "What are you doing here?"

"Bumblebee sent me!" C/N said, grinning up at him with her toothy smile. She was referring to Dumbledore.

Severus sighed inwardly. He glanced to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of his classroom, smiling. He had been so busy with his work that he had forgotten that you had asked him to watch C/N while you were called away to business.

"Well, you can't be here right now," Severus said, setting down his essays. "I'm teaching."

"But I want to stay with you," C/N said as she wined.

Severus hesitated. He couldn't very well send his daughter away, but he couldn't exactly have her in the classroom either. He looked around the room, searching for a solution.

Finally, he had an idea. He conjured up a small, cushioned chair and placed it at the front of the room near his desk.

"You can sit here," he said, lifting her up and placing her in the chair. "But you have to be very quiet and still. Daddy is teaching a class."

C/N nodded solemnly, her big brown eyes fixed on her father. Severus picked up his wand and resumed his lecture, keeping a watchful eye on his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

For a while, C/N was content to watch her father teach. She sat quietly in her chair, her small hands folded in her lap, as Severus droned on about the proper way to brew a healing potion. But then she grew restless.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "I'm bored." Severus could hear the nearby students giggling at the toddlers sudden outburst.

Severus sighed. "You have to be patient, C/N. Daddy will be finished soon." He mentioned, striking a stern smug toward the students to silence them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose. "But I don't like potions," she said, sticking out her bottom lip.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "You don't?”

C/N shook her head. "It's boring."

Severus couldn't help but smile. "Well, what do you like then?"

C/N thought for a moment. "I like unicorns," she said, her face lighting up.

Severus chuckled. "Unicorns?"

C/N nodded vigorously. "Can we talk about unicorns?"

Severus glanced at his class, who were all staring at him with varying degrees of amusement and confusion. He cleared his throat.

"It seems we have a new topic for today's lesson," he said dryly. "Unicorns."

Severus spent the next half hour discussing the mythology and symbolism of unicorns with his daughter, much to the amusement of his students. C/N listened, occasionally interrupting with questions. When the lesson was over, she clapped her hands in delight.

"That was fun, Daddy!" she said, beaming up at him.

Severus smiled, feeling relief wash over him. He had managed to keep his daughter entertained and had even taught his students something new.

As class was shortly dismissed, Severus paced over to C/N holding the toddler in his arms as he held her close.

He placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face. His daughter made him feel vulnerable at times. But he always embraced moments like these.

“Thank you, Daddy.” C/N smiled as she pressed her forehead against his chest.

“You are more than welcome, My sweet,” Severus replied, feeling a smile creep on his lips.

He would do this again without hesitation, just for his daughter.

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snowyslytherinowl · 9 months

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Joyous Nightmares - Part 1

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Nothing heavy, but there are some mentions of death. Angst and nightmares are also featured. This is my first fanfiction for Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2 | Part 3

*GIF isn't mine

Severus has had nightmares for as long as he can remember. As a child, he dreamt of his parents arguing and his father hitting him when drunk. Then his nightmares focused mainly on his rejection from Lily, and Potter and Black bullying him. Sometimes they would trip him in the hall, causing his trousers to fall off, and other times Potter would make him kiss the ground and eat the dirt while Lily watched. As he grew older, he dreamt of Lily’s death. After the Second Wizarding War, he relived his near-fatal attack by Nagini almost every night. But about a year after the war ends, Severus starts to have nightmares about a much different topic.

Severus is sitting on his bed when he hears crying. He walks down a hall in a house, one that looks much different than the one in Spinner’s End, to the source of the crying: a baby. He opens the door at the end of the hall and sees a small infant flailing around the crib. Gingerly lifting the baby from the bed, he cradles the baby in his arm and places their head on his shoulder. He doesn’t know why or how, but he knows that the baby is a girl and that she’s his daughter. He gently bounces her up and down and sits in a rocking chair.

“Hush now. Daddy is here,” he whispers and kisses her forehead. “You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you.” He holds the little girl closer to him, and soon she falls asleep in his arms.

Severus wakes up in his bed in his private chamber at Hogwarts. Although he has dreamt of much more horrific, much more gruesome things, this dream leaves him feeling immensely worse. He has been bullied and seen death in the real world, so seeing it in his mind’s eye at night is no different than experiencing it. But dreaming of cradling his own tiny baby girl? That leaves him with a gaping hole in his heart, a hole he cannot mend because he will never have a family. Pathetic, greasy-haired Severus, forever condemned to loneliness.

He pulls the covers back up his chest, turns on his side, and closes his eyes. No matter how much he tosses and turns that night, he can't fall asleep until dawn.

XXX

Several nights later, Severus has a similar dream.

He’s back in the same house. With a quick peek through the window, he can tell that this house is in the countryside with its green, sprawling valley. Severus turns to the little girl in the highchair, who is now eight or nine months old. He dips a spoon into a jar of baby food and tries to feed it to his daughter, who purses her lips and turns her head.

“Do not be picky. This is delicious,” he says and puts the spoonful of baby food into his mouth. No, he was lying about the delicious part. “Perhaps it does not taste good, but it is good for you. My Half-Blood Princess must grow to be healthy and strong.”

Even though his daughter giggles at her nickname, she still refuses to eat the food. “Fine. I did not want to fall into temptation, but you are forcing me.”

Severus takes a small cauldron from the cupboard, which is no bigger than a large bowl. He puts the jar of baby food and spoon into the cauldron and uses his wand to make steam rise from the cauldron. He swirls his wand over the cauldron, pretending to stir it, and casts a fake spell of gibberish words.

Severus’s daughter breaks into a giggling fit and bounces up and down in her high seat. Severus can’t help but smile and laugh at her joy. He uses his wand to lift a spoonful of baby food from the cauldron and towards the little girl, who finally opens her mouth and eats.

He never thought himself much of a fatherly figure, but these joyous nightmares have made him realize how desperately he wishes to have a family of his own. Every time he visits Hogsmeade, he stares at the small children accompanying their parents at shops or playing in the playground. Even though he doesn’t show much love to the people around him, he somehow knows that he would shower his own child with love and affection.

Severus decides not to go back to sleep. There are two hours until he must make his way to the Great Hall and he still has essays to grade. Anything to get his mind off the baby, though a small cauldron in the corner of his room ensures that the hole in his heart remains open.

XXX

Over the next few months, Severus has dreams about his child almost every night. In every dream, he watches her grow up, even if it’s by a month or two. Nothing particularly profound happens; they merely participate in average daily activities. Once he dreams that she plays with a toy wand set that emits tiny colorful sparks. Another time she sits on his lap as he reads to her and wrestles his hair from her tiny fingers. That one makes him feel especially pained as he’s always felt insecure about his hair, and he can’t imagine a baby happily playing with it.

After a particularly hard day of disciplining dunderheads and spilled potions, another person joins his dreams.

Muggle baby strollers are quite the invention, Severus thinks as he pushes his sleeping daughter around the main square of the nearest town. Stores here display all types of clothes, as well as chocolate boxes and snack bags; however, he doesn’t see anything suitable for his wife’s birthday.

Finally, Severus spots a beautiful dark green pendant through a jewelry shop’s window. An idea pops into his mind about how he can transform this simple Muggle pendant into something enchanting for his wife.

He buys it, then spends the rest of the day locked in his study working on magically connecting the pendant and a journal. He charms the pendant to heat up and display messages Severus writes in the journal. This way, Severus can send short messages to his wife no matter where he is. “I love you,” he writes in the journal and watches it slowly appear on the green gem.

“What do you think?” he asks his daughter when he enters the living room. She giggles and grasps the chain of the necklace, which Severus takes as a yes.

“One day, I will give you one of your own, my Half-Blood Princess.”

A wife. A wife whom he loves. A wife that loves him, too, even if he has no proof to support his theory. A wife who he loves enough to have a baby with. A wife who he knows he will never have.

Since he started having these joyous nightmares, he has recognized that the existence of a wife would appear at some point. Though when she finally does, he’s caught off guard. He thought that as an adult, he would finally grow out of the nervous, insecure person he was as a child. But he’s thought wrong; a fist squeezes his heart as he thinks about how lonely and unlovable he is. His hand wanders to the pillow on the other side of the bed as he imagines a wife lying beside him. He wishes that he could hold her, kiss her, and love her. But who would ever be attracted to his oily hair and sallow skin, or not be appalled by his deeds as he served the Dark Lord?

Tears have threatened to spill after waking from his past dreams. This time, though, the tears overtake him and sobs wrack his body.

XXX

Steps sound from around the corner. Severus prepares to berate the student he catches, but he stops short when he spots you. “Hi Severus, you can go to bed. It’s my night to patrol the corridors, remember?”

Severus doesn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter. But out of the few people he can rely on, you are one of them. You frequently eat lunch with him and sit beside him for meals. You’re always there for him to talk to, though you aren’t pushy. He appreciates you more than you likely appreciate him.

“I know,” he says a little too harshly. “I thought I should help since I could not sleep.” Do not want to sleep is more like it, he thinks.

You don’t take offense to his harsh tone. “That’s nice of you. Are you having nightmares, perhaps? Are the ghosts in your dreams giving you too much grief?” You give him a gentle smile and Severus feels a warmth spreading over his body.

“I consumed too much caffeine,” he lies.

“Don’t I know the dangers of drinking too much tea before I go to bed.”

You two patrol the corridors as he listens to your stories of catching students out of bed and making fools of themselves in class. He rather enjoys being in your presence, a warm welcome from his joyous nightmares.

It seems too soon when your patrol is over and you head in different directions to return to your chambers. Determined not to fall asleep, Severus spends the rest of his time until breakfast grading essays. He has never physically seen his dream wife; he only writes to her or prepares dinner or breakfast for her. Unfortunately, his eyes feel too heavy and he eventually succumbs to sleep.

It’s a beautiful day and Severus chases after his daughter, who runs through the valley outside their house. He finally catches up with her when she drops to the ground, picking at something. “I got you!” he yells after he grabs his daughter and lifts her into his arms.

“Daddy!” she giggles and presents him with the flowers she has picked. “For you!”

He takes the bundle from her dirt-stained hands and smiles down at her. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He places her back down on the ground and kneels beside her. “How about you pick some for Mummy?”

“Okay!” His daughter runs around a little more until she picks the largest flowers in the valley and gives them to her dad for safekeeping. He lifts her back into his arms and walks towards the house.

In the distance, he can see a woman by their house. He knows that it’s his wife, but the light from the setting sun and the shadow from the house blocks him from seeing her features. Severus uses one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun glaring into his eyes and tells his daughter, “Wave to Mummy!”

Severus checks the time and jumps to his feet. He strains to discern the identity of his dream wife based on his memories of the dream but to no avail. He arrives at the Great Hall, takes his seat beside you at the High Table, and attempts to compose himself as he digs into his food. Why are you living under the delusion that this dream woman is a real person? Severus tells himself in his mind. If you ever see what she looks like, she will be an imaginary woman who only lives in your head.

For a split second, Severus peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and imagines you as his wife blinded by the light from the sun. Deciding that it’s a dangerous path to take, he snaps out of it and goes back to nibbling his toast.

You catch him looking at you and you ask, “Are you alright, Severus? You look like you didn’t get any sleep!” Oddly, he enjoys the concern in your voice and the furrowing of your brows.

“I am fine,” he brushes off, but you’ve already poured him coffee and waved your wand at it.

“Take this. It should get you through the rest of the day.” Severus grunts thanks and takes a sip. Normally, coffee makes him feel shaky and nervous as he unwittingly recalls his joyous nightmares. This coffee tastes different; it's sweet and makes him feel like he will stay awake and alert for the rest of the day.

You talk to each other about your plans for the day until you finish your food and stand from your seat. “I’ll see you later!” you call from behind. For some indiscernible reason, Severus is looking forward to that.

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