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Harry has been living with Snape as his legal guardian for a while, and whilst he hasn’t been punished, clear rules haven’t been set either. Harry has not a single instance of survival instincts in his body, so he decides to start pushing boundaries with pranks(rip Severus I’m so sorry)

Now, knowing what he knows about Severus and his background with bullying, alongside Harry’s own background with it, he doesn’t want to do anything truly mean spirited. He also knows that Severus really likes his space organized and clean, so nothing that creates loads of mess either. He kept running into dead ends until Hermione gets back from her summer holiday in America.

She has obviously told him all about her trip, including visiting a southern style barbecue restaurant. There she had something “that cannot and should not legally be considered tea and is a disgrace to the people who enjoy tea everywhere in the world.” It was apparently a cold tea(?!) with heaps of sugar(?!?!). It was perfect for Snape.

The next couple of days were spent planning. Sev had to start brewing for the infirmary restock before the term started, which means he would be pretty busy. Harry graciously and innocently offered to help with cooking meals so Severus could focus on his invaluable work that Severus provides to all of the students and staff.

His brewing was almost entirely complete, and working tirelessly for an entire week had him exhausted. He was grateful for Harry’s Potter’s continued help with housework, although he felt slightly guilty for essentially being exactly like the monsters who had housed him previously. He had also felt guilty for his continued suspicion of the boy. He had been slightly too helpful, not complaining once, but every so often he would catch Harry smirking while staring at him.

His final potion was done and just needed to cool. He felt the bone deep exhaustion creeping in more and more, no longer be held at bay by the laundry list of tasks he had to complete. Merlin’s hairy fucking balls he needs tea, a drink, and a nap in that order. The sound of a door opening makes his head snap up; he sees Potter enter with a barely concealed smirk.

Harry: “Hello sir I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits since your brewing is done.”

Snape is automatically suspicious, spy’s instincts and whatnot but he decides to say screw it and drink the tea. He earned it and he was about 80% sure that Potter was over the horrendous way Severus had treated him. He lifted the mug to his lips and reveled in how nice the warm, smooth, and slightly bitter the drink in front of him was about to feel.

He parts his lips and welcomes the taste of his favorite, except the taste was all wrong. Why was it cold? Why did it taste like it had enough sugar to give a horse type two diabetes??? He spit it out immediately and started coughing.

Harry had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was desperately holding back peels of laughter.

Harry: “What’s the matter sir? Is the tea not to your liking?”

Severus: “That! That should not be considered tea! It is awful I can feel my blood sugar elevating!”

Harry: “It a new style of tea I’m experimenting with, it’s from the southern United States.”

Severus started laughing, honest to god full bellied laughs. This was so ridiculous; he was so tired, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t bring himself to get angry like he should’ve been.

Harry on the other hand was absolutely freaking to fuck out.

Harry: “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, I broke Snape! What do I do??? HEDWIG, HELP I BROKE SEVERUS”

This obviously made Severus just laugh harder, and he was having indescribable amounts of joy seeing Harry freak out.

In What a Step Back (after two steps forwards) Snape discovers the scar on Harry’s hand during an Occlumency lesson.

All it would take would be a large man to hug him tenderly for him to just absolutely lose it.

I’m just gonna leave this here…

I really thought they were going to become the Illustrator and Author.

I really thought that's why all the books in the shop were made blank.

I really thought God wasn't going to actually exist in a true form, and instead be a kind of omnipresent power of creation.

I really thought that they were going to have their forced-proximity-making-up-with-each-other as they were required to work together to write the new Book of Life.

I really thought that they were going to choose *their* humanity and not a new one.

I really thought they would still be themselves at the end.

I really thought the moral of the story was that the humanity they had was worth protecting, and that life itself (whether mortal or otherwise) was beautiful and inherently important.

I really thought this story was about a love that transcends.

The show was always about Azi and Crowley taking the humans over their side - and sometimes even over each other. Standing up for humanity was what brought them together despite being on opposite sides.

And now with s3, they once again gave up their own happiness (and existence) for humanity being able to live - and freely, so. Without a war between heaven and hell raging over their heads. Without a god having their lives planned out and decided already.

It was always about free-will and protecting the humans. About sacrificing for a race that had no one in their corner.

Azi and Crowley‘s love for each other stems from their shared love for humans and the world. From all the thousands of years partnering up in to be a shield over the humans‘ unsuspecting heads.

HOW can you say that?!?!?! HOW can you sit there and watch Asa say “scrumptious” and “tickety-boo,” bring out the hot cocoa, and then watch Anthony absolutely GEEK OUT over the universe and point out the NIGHTINGALE while they hold hands under the night sky — and then look me dead in the eyes and tell me that’s not them?!?!?!

Dean: *inconsolable and not leaving Cas’ side as his angel is carted into the emergency room with a stab wound to the chest.* Cas? Cas just hold on okay? We’re almost there.

Cas: *slipping in and out of consciousness, currently human much to his dismay* Dean…

Dean: Yeah it’s me. I’m here, always gonna be here.

Nurse: Sir? We need to take him into surgery.

Dean: Yeah, okay yeah, let’s uh, let’s go to surgery.

Nurse: I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you any further than this point.

Dean: Fuck- right. Of course. Just, god take care of him yeah?

Cas: *barely awake eyes closed* Want Dean to… stay.

Dean: I’ll be right outside angel. Right here. *he kisses Cas on the forehead right before they cart him away*

Nurse: It’ll take a few hours, but we’ll do everything we can for him. Would you like to move to the waiting room?

Dean: *eyes not moving from the door Cas just went through* No I uh, I promised him I’d stay here.

Nurse: ….alright i probably shouldn’t let you just hang around here but since you’re the boyfriend-

Dean: -Husband yeah.

Nurse: since you’re the husband, if you move out of the immediate path of the door I’ll let you sit here.

Dean: Thank you. I want to be here the second he’s out.

*5 hours later*

Cas: *waking up in a hospital bed with wires in his arms and a numbed pain in his chest* …Dean…

Dean: *sitting in the chair right beside him holding his hand* Cas? Cas! Oh thank god, you had me scared for a minute there buddy.

Cas: You didn’t leave.

Dean: Course not. I’ll never leave you again.

Cas: Did you have to pretend to be my boyfriend again?

Dean: *laughing* actually they assumed boyfriend, I corrected them.

Cas: *suddenly sad* you told then we were friends.

Dean: No, I-

Nurse: *walking in* Oh good, you’re awake. Your husband here hasn’t left your side for one minute. I bet he’s overjoyed to see you alert again.

Cas: *whispering to no one really* Husband.

Dean: *whispering to Cas* Husband. Sounds right doesn’t it?

*nurse checks a few things then leaves*

Cas: It does sound right.

Dean: we could, you know.

Cas: What? Get married?

Dean: Yeah, I mean, like, as friends obviously. Just friend-husbands, nothing gay-

Cas: *grabbing Dean by the face and pulling him in for a slow, gentle kiss* Yes. I’ll marry you.

Mulciber: *internally* There he is, he’s here, my favourite person in the world, the love of my life. god, I just want to stare at him and hold him for the rest of my life