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𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day One, Warmth
Drabble - Fluff
Warnings: shaving…?
Prompt List: @superfallingstars
“______”
His voice was tired, and even deeper than normal as he called to me from our bedroom.
I don’t think Severus realized how dramatic he was being. It was the first day of fall and he was acting like our chambers had been spelled to be as freezing as the North Pole.
“____.”
He called my name again, and I sighed softly, gently placing down the razor on the side of the tub, looking down at my half shaven leg. I inspected it for any mistakes.
“In the bathroom.”
I spoke, before sudsing up my leg more and grasping the razor again, feeling the bumps in the handle design before going to run it up my leg once again.
I heard soft footsteps, and looked to the bathroom door to see Severus standing there in his sleepwear, looking down at me with tired eyes.
I smiled softly at him, holding the razor up for him to see.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
I replied, smiling at the man before turning my attention to my legs. I ran the razor up my leg once again.
I heard a sound from Severus, a grunt to be exact. I glanced towards the doorway at the corner of my eye. What I saw provoked a soft chuckle to escape my lips.
He was sliding down the side of the sink, and eventually his bottom made contact with the tiled floor of the bathroom, he glanced at me and shuffled his legs to his chest.
“Having fun?”
I asked him, concealing a grin as he glared at me.
“It is freezing in these bloody chambers.”
Severus spoke in response, running his hand on the white carpet on the floor.
“Good to know someone’s having fun.”
I replied with a giggle, making the man glare at me again, but his eyes sparkled with humor.
Eventually, I finished, and Severus handed me a towel as I stepped out of the bath. I thanked him as I wrapped it around my body.
“I do think you’re being a bit dramatic, Verus. It’s not that cold.”
I said with a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled his sleeves down his arms a bit further.
“I am not dramatic.”
He retorted, then standing up from his spot on the floor.
He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encased me.
“You feel warm.”
He muttered against my skin, his cold hand going to grasp my arm as he hugged me.
“And you are cold.”
I spoke, as he smirked and put his hand on the nape of my neck. I immediately squirmed out of his grasp, to move away from the freezing hand.
“Not funny.”
I said with a glare. He smirked and kissed me. I gently moved my hand to the side of his face as I reciprocated the kiss.
Severus moved his hand to card through my hair, gently feeling the slightly wet strands as he kissed me.
We parted our lips for a breath. I watched his lips curve into a smile that he seemed to reserve only for me.
He pecked my forehead and and walked out of the bathroom, most likely making his way to bed.
I stared into the bathroom mirror with a smile as I gently touched my lips.
Even though he was cold, his lips were still my favorite source of warmth.
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day Two, Garden
Drabble - Fluff
Warnings: none
Prompt list: @superfallingstars
Listening to children converse with one another has always been weirdly therapeutic to me. Though, I’ve never really figured out why. I have always assumed it is because of the way kids express themselves, how they show emotions. I think I admire that, and am jealous of it as well. Unbridled and uncaring, not holding back.
‘Honesty is the best policy’ as my mother used to say.
Adults are different in their mannerisms around one another, as they learn speaking the truth isn’t always the right thing. Borders and built and facades are made to hide behind. Who we truly are is hidden, and lost, left behind with the childish hopes and dreams.
I gently pressed down on the rich dirt that surrounded the large, orange pumpkins Pomona and I had been growing. The pumpkins were growing at a steady rate, and would be ready for the Halloween Feast in no time.
As I pat the dirt down, I took note of my now dirtied appearance that was sat in the grass. My overalls were caked in dirt at the bottom, my boots now taken on the color of mud around it. Luckily, my woolen sweater was left untouched by nature.
The sweater was warm, but slightly rough from being worn time and time again. The coarse feeling of the knitted wool against my skin wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it wasn’t entirely welcome either.
I patted down more fertilizer as I listened to the sounds around me. The chatter of happy students, the swaying of trees in the wind, the soft hum of an incoming rain shower, and the occasional chirp of an owl. All positive sounds I’d say.
As I listened to the environment around me, my motions stilled to tune into the sounds. I listened as the chattering died down, and the sounds of fabric and footsteps faded in the distance as if the students were scared away.
I only knew one person who could invoke such a reaction out of the students without uttering even a word.
“Gardening at this hour, _____?”
Severus questioned from behind me, looming over my crouched form as I went back to adding more fertilizer to the soil.
“Yeah.”
I replied simply, looking over my shoulder and glancing at Severus.
Wait…
I did a double take.
In his right hand, he was holding a bucket of herbs, most likely ones he had foraged from the forbidden forest. In his left, he held a thermos.
I gave him a grin, wiping off my hands on a rag Hagrid had lended me as I looked at the thermos he carried. I stood up and dusted off my overalls to the best of my ability.
“Planning for an evening excursion, Severus?”
I teased the man, looking at him.
“….”
He didn’t say anything, staying silent instead, refusing to look me in the eyes.
Suddenly, I felt the thermos pushed into my hand as Severus stepped closer to me, an indescribable expression flashing across his face.
“It’s for you.”
He said, in his deep, velvety voice.
“For… me?”
I was confused. I had known Severus for a few years now, and he was never a person to give anyone anything.
Severus looked me in the eyes, an almost determined expression across his face. His cheeks tinted with a slightly rosy color. I assumed it was from the cold, but hoped it was the cause of something else.
Severus looked eager to change the topic.
“I like your garden.”
I smiled softly, holding the thermos to my chest.
“I like it too.”
Yet, I never took my eyes off his.
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day Three, Haunt
Drabble - Fluff
Warnings: none
Prompt list: @superfallingstars
“It’s not that important… We can cancel.”
A collective gasp rang throughout the staff room.
“You can’t possibly be serious!” Minerva spoke sharply, looking at Severus with a glare she only reserved for students…and Severus annoyingly enough.
Severus loathed staff meeting days. Not only did everyone have far too many questions for their own good, Dumbledore seemed to almost relish his discomfort and prolong the meetings simply to watch him suffer.
"I for once agree with Minerva,” Aurora Sinistra declared. “You can’t possibly be suggesting we cancel the Halloween Ball because of it?”
“Indeed I am.” Severus stated, taking a sip of tea before continuing. “I highly recommend cancelling the ball, Headmaster. To host a ball a day after the Chamber of Secrets has been opened will only cause the Ministry to believe you unstable in your position.”
Dumbledore chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. That ticked off Severus even more.
“Now, now Severus. Let’s not be too hasty. The children love the Halloween Ball.” Dumbledore spoke, a smile on his face.
Severus rolled his eyes.
“Now, next order of business,”Dumbledore stated in a jolly manner, popping a lemon candy in his mouth, “who would like to set up the haunted house with Severus?”
“I volunteer.”
Severus whipped his head to the left to see who would volunteer to do such a thing with him out of all the staff members.
Of course, it was Professor ____. Severus found he didn’t exactly mind her helping him, which was unusual.
The staff meeting slowly dispersed, a few professors staying behind to sort out some last minute things as Professor ____ walked up to him.
“You ready to get your haunt on, Severus?”
She exclaimed excitedly, smiling up at him with joy as she put a hand on her hip.
“No.” He replied, already annoyed Dumbledore assigned him to do something he didn’t ask for.
“Perfect!” _____ replied, her chipper attitude unbothered by his moody and bothered expression.
Severus couldn’t control his mouth as his lips curved upwards.
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★
(Severus Snape x Reader)
Day 1: Warmth
Day 2: Garden
Day 3: Haunt
Day 4: Torn
Day 5: Pillow (headcannon)
Day 6: Roots
ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★ミ★
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day Four, Torn
Drabble - Fluff
Warnings: mild cursing
(Sorry the post is a bit late, yesterday I went to get my phone fixed, and the man who ‘fixed’ my phone, messed up my back camera. It took a while to get a refund)
“____”
Severus' weary form entered the room, his steps heavy from a long day's work. He cradled a steamy mug of coffee in his hands, the aroma mingling with the quiet hum of winter seclusion. His dark hair was unkempt, a testament to the hours spent hunched over his work, but his gaze, heavy-lidded yet sharp, found mine as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Yes?" I inquired, setting my knitting tools and unfinished project aside, the soft woolen blanket and half-knit glove sitting patiently on the coffee table next to me.
With an almost strained voice, he revealed that Minerva had requested our help in decorating for the Halloween Ball.
Though he attempted to mask it, his dislike for the task was apparent. Since our marriage, I had been the designated decorator of our home, handling all festive touches. Despite his aversion to decorating, he never complained, readily taking on the role of chef and housecleaner. His expression exuded a mixture of resignation and reluctance, but his agreement to help was evident.
“Let’s get started then. We might have some old Halloween decorations stored away," I suggested to my husband as he approached and sat down beside me. He didn’t respond; instead, he leaned against me and planted a kiss on my neck, remaining silent.
“_____” Severus croaked, his voice cracking from his long day of yelling at students no doubt. He looked at me with tired eyes, kissing me on the lips as I faced him.
He gently reached a hand behind my head, pulling me closer to him and deepening the kiss. He put a hand down on the cushion of the chair I was on to steady himself.
Suddenly, a rip of fabric rang out in the room. Severus and I both looked down to search for the source of the sound.
“Shit.” Severus grumbled.
“Shit indeed. The chair is torn!” I glared at my husband. Yet, I could never stay angry at him for long anyways.
Severus kissed me softly, gently caressing my cheek in the kiss. “Sorry love.”
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day Five, Pillow
Headcannon
Warnings: mild cursing, my opinions
Prompt list: @superfallingstars
(This post was late - yesterday and today have been decently hectic days for me.)
Let’s start off by saying something most likely cannon: Severus does not get nearly enough sleep at all.
From juggling two jobs, having to grade around 700 students worth of paper, to being a double spy and still have time to have a mental breakdown every once in a while; Severus is stretched thin.
It’s no wonder in that one scene he pops out in his normal day robes in the middle of the goddamn night. He hasn’t slept a wink.
Oh, and to top it all off (but not really) Severus gets nightmares every time he falls asleep. He has never had one night where he has fallen asleep and stayed asleep and woken up refreshed. He will jolt awake out of fear from a nightmare.
A ‘full nights sleep’ for Severus is four hours continuously interrupted by nightmares and five cups of dark coffee in the morning.
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
Day Six, Roots
Drabble - Fluff/Angst..?
Warnings: persistent reader, relationship boundaries possibly being ignored
Prompt list: @superfallingstars
(I understand how late this is… bear with me)
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As far back as I could remember, Severus had never been one for flowers. He found them messy and unpleasant, for whatever reasons.
Sure, he found use for every plant that crossed his path, from mint to foxglove. Though, he never used flowers for decoration, or ‘childish distractions’ as he called them. He was blind of the beauty they beheld, I thought I would simply have to remind him.
Of course, he never dismissed me for liking and using flowers, yet he never used them himself for anything beside potions. He pretended as if they didn’t exist.
Looking back into the very early days of our relationship, I realize that I might have pestered him too much. I asked him, many times, why he never got me flowers. I suspect it might have been the pressure I put on him, as one morning, a small lavender sprig lie on top of my bedside table.
Of course, this did not let up my interest as of why he avoided flowers so much. But of course, the answer was the same as it always was:
“They are nothing but a burden. Blooming for a minute, then shriveling up and withering.”
One dark and particularly dreary evening, Severus and I were lying in bed. His left arm over my torso as his chest was facing my back. His breath was hot on my ear as we simply lie there, enjoying one another’s company.
Then, Severus whispered into my ear softly. “Flowers remind me of my roots.”
Finally, I was satisfied with an answer.