❛               ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed             ❜   ━━  @antonindoloxv​​​​  .

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙷𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙳  𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽  awakening  was  the  fact  that  he  was  not  in  his  own  room  ━━━━━━  vision  still  addled  by  sleep  took  a  few  seconds  to  realise  that  while  not  in  his  own  house,  the  room  he  was  in  was  no  less  familiar.  The  next  thing  was  the  body  next  to  his    ;    big  and  much  stronger  than  his  own,  and  yet  Severus  felt  nothing  but  serenity  rush  through  him.  Mind  no  matter  how  sleepy  aware  that  with  Antonin  he  was  safe  ━━━━  no  matter  where,  no  matter  how,  if  he  was  with  Dolohov  he  would  be  fine.  Slowly,  much  slower  than  on  a  normal  day,  Snape  allowed  himself  to  embrace  wakefulness    ;    despite  imagining  that  he'd  enjoy  spending  a  lazy  morning  with  his  lover  in  bed,  he  also  knew  he'd  feel  guilty  if  he  broke  his  routine.  Though  perhaps  here,  he  had  a  newer  one  ━━━━━━━━  after  all,  he  was  about  to  rise  up  to  make  breakfast,  something  he  hardly  ever  did  for  himself.

As  a  spy  of  his  caliber  would,  Severus  untangled  himself  from  his  lover's  arms  and  blankets  without  much  noise  or  movement    ;    allowing  Antonin  to  remain  asleep  for  a  little  longer.  Making  his  way  to  the  russian's  kitchen,  Severus  had  his  mother  in  mind  and  so  he  decided  to  share  some  of  his  favourite  foods  with  Antonin  ━━━━━━  feeling  rather  light  and  emotional  in  the  chilly  winter  morning.  The  mechanics  of  getting  started  on  the  breakfast  came  easily  enough    ;    filling  up  the  kettle  with  water,  setting  it  aside  to  boil,  summoning  the  ingredients  from  his  own  pantry  onto  the  counter  and  getting  on  with  the  making  of  the  soy  milk,  preparing  the  fillings  for  the  steammed  buns  and  frying  the  yóutiáo.

Severus  opted  for  a  mix  of  sweet  and  savoury,  stuffing  some  of  the  buns  with  ground  pork,  eggs  and  vegetables,  and  others  with  vanilla  custard,  honey  and  sugar.  As  a  child,  his  mother  hardly  had  the  money  to  indulge  him  in  a  healthy  breakfast,  but  she  often  made  him  dòujiāng  yóutiáo  ━━━━━━━━  soy  milk  with  fried  dough  sticks  ━━━━━━━━  and  he  held  a  fondness  for  this  dish  ever  since.  It  reminded  him  of  home,  of  comfort,  especially  when  he  heated  up  the  milk    ;    sharing  this  side  of  him  with  Antonin  was  another  step  into  a  growing  relationship.  Another  vulnerability  he  was  giving  the  other  man,  trusting  him  not  to  use  it  against  him.  Once  everything  was  done,  Severus  put  everything  on  a  tray,  his  mug  of  jasmine  tea  steaming  as  well  as  Anotnin's  coffee    ━━━━━━━━  he  had  prepared  quite  a  lot  of  food,  but  the  other  man  did  eat  more  than  him,  so  he  figured  it  would  be  okay.

( @antonindoloxv​ ) asked : ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞  —  Antonin & Severus

Severus chuckled softly, leaning over to press his lips to the man's cheek in response to those words. He'd always known Antonin was a sharp one, for all that the other had been a few years ahead of him back during their own Hogwarts days. They'd not had much interaction until Severus joined the Dark Lord however, which was when he'd truly come to appreciate the man's wit, power an inventiveness. That they get to share this life now in such a manner is more than he could ever have allowed himself to imagine.

"I never doubted." He replied playfully, a mannerism his students would no doubt be exceedingly shocked to know he could display. It was a pity that none of those children had the spark that he looked for during his teaching, the potential to become truly great in his field. Should he find one, Severus had long since decided that student would become his apprentice… As things were, Hadrian and Draco showed the most promise, but their true passions lay elsewhere, more the pity.

"I appreciate you helping me with this, Antonin." He hummed, deciding to lay down the notebook and his quill for the time being. He'd been working on the fine-tuning of that ritual for what was probably several days in a row now, and Antonin's help on the runes section of it had finally gotten him unstuck, but the project could wait one evening, could it not?

Instead he rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around his lover to press another kiss to those lips, having to lean up slightly due to Antonin's bloody tall stature.

Never say to a werewolf make yourself pretty if you don’t want him show up at a death eater meeting. Sure he was invited but they expected the shabby looking werewolf, with long greasy hair and well looking like he slept in a dumbster for a month.

No he came there, his hair shaved,not entirely but still shorter than it used to be, his bear almost shaved. He would never shave it completely, he looked like a freaking old lady without it. Some pants, a dress shirt and a vest. Not sure how he found these clothes in his size but nobody asked questions.

Well this wasn’t his dorm room he realized, which would also explain a lot of things like why it didn’t smell of Chinese take out or the axe bodyspray his roommate tended to overuse. Unless his roommate had a girl over but as he looked closer, even in his hazy drunken brain, he saw that was not the case. Their room was clean enough but this was most definitely a different room and it was just very female. Huh.

“I got kicked out.” He answered with a small shrug but didn’t move from where he stood like an idiot. He had been in his Yaxley’s room hanging out, drinking with the rest of the boys and playing video games until they all got kicked out for being too loud on a weekday and headed back to their own dorm rooms. But it would seem Antonin had taken a wrong turn somewhere or missed his own door. “Sorry I woke you?”

When she’d heard the door open, she’d automatically assumed it was Marlene, who had forgotten her keys again, and was probably going to bring home some bloke she met at the pub later. The smell of alcohol had, in her mind, confirmed her suspicions, until she realized Marlene had texted over an hour ago, letting her know she wouldn’t be coming home that night.

And so here she was, staring at the man who’d entered her room, trying to judge if he was a threat or if this was some mistake. She’d like to hope it was an accident, but considering what time it was, and that she was alone, she didn’t have the luxury. 

Things could have gone worse.

The definitely could have gone worse.

New Years at the Lestrange Manor was like a nightmare for Finch.  He tried to stay as close to Antonin as possible, but simply being back in such a hellish place did a number on the young man.  He did all that he could to avoid Rabastan, and did a fairly good job until the end of the night came and it was time to say their goodbyes.

Finch could feel himself breaking again as the man verbally harassed him before Antonin joined them (never touching him; he had learned that lesson).  The change was subtle and could easily have been mistaken as Finch being tired.  

He crashed on the floor at the foot of Antonin’s bed rather than the nice little nest that had been growing by the fireplace.  He didn’t wake up at his normal time.  Usually by the time Antonin woke up, Finch was kneeling at his bedside.  Instead, the man found him curled into a tiny ball in the same spot he fell asleep at, a decent distance from his comfy bed.

He bared his teeth at him and moved to crowd up in his personal space. All 6′4 of him and stared down at the boy with the blankest face he could muster and burning eyes. “And why should I not tell him?  You’re not especially doing a good job, Malfoy. You’re just like your father.” he sneered the last part out. If that didn’t get him to work harder, then there was absolutely no hope for the boy.

Draco managed a couple steps back, wanting to keep space between himself and the other wizard. He’d learned he didn’t quite like being around most Death Eaters, despite being related to a good few. Despite having the mark burned on the inside of his forearm. It was meant to be a way to make up for his family’s failure but... well he wasn’t doing very good himself. Still, he tried to keep his face just as even as Antonin’s, though his brows furrowed together slightly. Fear showing despite his best effort. 

“ No...it’s nae ye.” he muttered and waved his hand absentmindedly. “ Ah just...” he looked down, feeling his stomach flip as he heard the others harsh words. He glared at him. 

“ Ah’m nae tryin’--” he paused and let the other man finish his ranting before looking grim and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“ Ah had an encounter wit Greyback!” he finally snapped over the other’s voice. “ Nae that ye care, ye twat!”