Snapecentric

Severus: What’s that you’ve got there? And more to the point, why are you looking at me like that?

Lily (holding up a henna cone): An older Indian housemate gave it to me.

Severus (narrowing his eyes suspiciously): And what exactly do you intend to do with it?

Lily looks at him with her large, doe-like eyes.

Severus (meeting her gaze, already weakening): I won’t.

Lily: please

Severus: Absolutely not. I’ve heard that sort of thing is for girls, and I seriously doubt your artistic abilities, Evans.

Lily: Oh, come on, Sev. Henna knows no gender. I’m sure I can do a decent job.

.....

An hour later

Severus: (sighing) How much more of this are you planning to slap on me? You’ve done both my hands and my face, for Merlin’s sake.

Lily (smiling brightly as she draws the final leaf with a flourish): There. All done.

Severus: How long is this supposed to last, exactly?

Lily: Ah. About that...

Severus: What about it?

Lily: According to my admittedly limited knowledge, it’s a magical one. Should last up to three weeks. Resistant to most potions and everything.

Severus stared at her with utter disbelief.

Severus: How am I supposed to go about my business like this?

Lily: You look rather pretty, actually.

Severus (cheeks turning a faint shade of red): That was not the issue, Lily.

Lily: I did tell you it would look like a tattoo.

Severus: "Lily, I am not a girl. I am not wearing makeup. I am not wearing a dress, and for Merlin's sake, I am not pretending to be a girl."

Lily looked at him with her doe-like eyes, and sadly, Severus was not immune to that. "Please?"

What happened after that was hours of some sort of makeover. Lily didn’t have a problem with his hair because he already kept it long. She washed it, applied some potions, and dressed him in an oversized black turtleneck sweater paired with a pinstriped skirt. She added leather boots, a jacket, and some makeup.

Lily: "Let’s go to Hogsmeade. I promise no one will recognize you."

Sev: "I am not doing that."

Lily: "Come on."

Sev: "Fine… just for the sake of seeing if anyone recognizes me."

...

The Marauders were having fun walking around Hogsmeade when James noticed a girl with red hair.

James: "Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail look at that lady with Evans."

Sirius: "She looks kinda cool. Similar to my aesthetic. What are the chances she’ll say yes to a date?"

Remus: "Doesn’t seem like a good idea."

They approach the duo.

Sirius (flirty tone): "So, Evans, who's the pretty lady with you?"

For a moment, the girl almost sneered. It looked very similar to someone, though he couldn't remember.

Lily: "A friend from another city. Severina."

Severus glared at her, but Lily just looked bemused.

James: "Witch? Obviously, what would she have been doing in Hogsmeade otherwise?"

Sirius: "So, Severina, would you go on a date with me?"

Severus: "No. Let's go, Lily."

And Lily held Severus's hand, giggling and walking away.

Except each do not want to see how similar they are, pride, hate, and arrogance blinding them.

Under the cloak

That’s all thank you for your time. I appreciate your writing so much. ☺️

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA! But to be for real as much as I love Severus, I am NOT... fumbling Sirius. Both the fancast Sirius (Ben Barnes) and the actual one (Gary Oldman) are my hear-me-outs... However, my daddy issues(overinvolved) are powerful when I see Alan Rickman(luved him in Die Hard)... But here ya' go!

The Great Hall was quieter than usual during the staff Christmas gathering—most students gone for the holidays, only a handful of professors and guests lingering over mulled wine and mince pies. You sat beside Severus at the head table, his hand resting possessively on your knee under the heavy black robes, when the heavy doors creaked open.

Sirius Black strode in like he owned the place, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, hair artfully tousled even after all these years. His eyes scanned the room, landed on you… and froze.

It came in waves - that unimaginable grief. The pain that tore through the bleeding muscle, fracturing those silent screams that can only be felt in the deepest crevices of the soul.

The grief of so much lost. The grief of lives stolen and denied. The grief of a life no longer possble. The grief of scattered dreams. The grief of losing a part of yourself, disintegrated forever.

The grief of feeling you may never reach the surface.

War tore through Severus and Harry, piece by piece. Every morsel of the person thay once were, merely drifted upon the surface in hopeless shards. Both of whom only wished to trade their lives for someone else more worthy.

For Severus, his breath of life felt wasted. To Harry, living whilst some people died felt like a sin.

Peeling apart their differences, they eventually realised that they had so much more in common. Through their shared pain, they eventually found a kinship while navigating the guilt of surviving and knowing only the other could understand them.

why does he lowk look like silco or is that just me

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