First edit, chat. Ofc it's Snirius? What ELSE would it be?
(It's also on tiktok, which is why the watermark is different.)
(ARGHH, I ONLY JUST NOTICED THE LAG (Pretend it isn't there 😔))
Baby Harry, like 1-3 MAYBE 4. Point is, he's really young, Voldemort isn't back, and Severus had been tasked with watching over him. He constantly says he hates watching over the baby, says he doesn't want to at all, says he feels nothing for the boy.
Of course, being a spy, he has to attend death eater meetings. Per say one of the members found out about Harry, and now to "prove his loyalty" he has to bring him in. He thinks it's going to be fine, maybe a couple of harsh words, but nothing bad.
He's mistaken (of course) and has to watch as Harry is mistreated. Up to you to decide HOW mistreated. Maybe it's a couple of slaps, I prefer crucio.
Extra angst if Severus is 'invited' to join, and has to harm Harry.
James Potter the type of guy to use chatGPT to write a 500 word essay.
I NEED trans Severitus fics rn. Think about it.
The whole pantsing thing has a whole new meaning. Nicknames like Snivellous, which imply that Severus is less of a man, makes way more sense. It's the 60's, so bullying makes sense. Greasy hair? Yeah, he doesn't want to shower and look at himself.
Matter of fact, make Harry trans too. Severitus.
Harry gets found out to be Harriet, which leads to teasing. Maybe they all just kinda thought the boy who lived was just an androgenous baby? Doesn't matter. Someone cuts up all of Harry's 'boy' clothes. Bad hairstyles? Yup, that's just Harry. Ron asking if Harry is really the girl who lived, and Harry just lies and says that he's not the girl who lived, he's the boy who lived. Finding out his dad bullied Sev for being trans? GUESS WHAT!?
Anyways, let them bond over dysphoria and stuff, Severus gives him pointers, like, don't bind with bandages, bind with sports bras or stuff, hairstyle stuff, dysphoria stuff, etc.
I NEED IT, I'M GONNA EAT IT OM NOM NOM.
"One day I am gonna grow wings."
Harry - I will get out of this place if it's the last thing I do, I will get better even If I have to claw off my own flesh.
Snape - I'm going to die, maybe then my soul can escape.
Harry: do you have a toe fast?
Harry: row fat
Harry: row cat
Harry: town cast? Town. Tow?
Harry: Toe
Severus, deeply concerned and exhasperated: Do I need to call an ambulance? Did you hit your head today?
Starprincechaser except it's James and Sirius competing for Severus and Severus could not care less.
Sirius is constantly walking him to class, giving unsolicited answers to tests and such (that are also probably wrong), handing him a jacket whenever it's cold out, etc.
James glares at Sirius while this happens, doing the same the next day (probably different favors), and every day, they meet up with each other and are both like, "hah! I'm his favorite now!"
Meanwhile Severus is so confused, probably staring at a wall, questioning all of his life choices.
Snape: You're an insufferable child.
Harry: but you love me!
Snape: You're still insufferable.
Severus is a like an overprotective girl dad to Harry and I will die on this hill.
Harry: Dad, this is my girlfriend!
Awkward silence ensues.
Snape, looking the girl up and down: What are your intentions with my son?
Girl: Isn't this supposed to be reversed—
Snape: My house, my rules.
Harry: Seriously! She's fine—
Snape: I wasn't taking opinions, now, what are your intentions—
Cut to a very brutal interrogation scene.
I understand Severus to a nearly unreasonable degree.
"But he joined the death eaters!" Okay? And? His father was a muggle who was terrible to him and others, if there was a military hate club, I'd join too! I hate the military for no reason, purely because of my dad, so, given that he actually had a reason, it's understandable.
"But he's mean to students!" Bro, I would've been fired years ago for child mistreatment, I'd be throwing desks, shouting, etc— hell no.
"But he just walked over James' dead body!" Cool, and I would've taken a selfie, like?? Iconic king?
I hate it when people say "Ao3 doesn't need an algorithm, you're just lazy!" Because, like, yeah? I'm lazy because it's a HOBBY. And I'm not saying a built in algorithm, but an on and off option would be nice! Either way, if you're going to judge me for saying that, than for the love of all that is good, stop judging me for reading on different sites that have some sort of algorithm.
Whenever whumpee is freaking out because of something, the only way to calm them down is by saying they're a good pet and patting their head.
Caretaker desperately trying to tell them that they're not a pet, that they don't need to be good, but Whumpee just isn't having it.
Definitely had a breakdown about how they think they're a bad pet, they're clawing, sobbing, on their knees, begging to be told they're a good pet, maybe even lifting caretakers hand to pet their own head, trying to convince them that they're a good pet.
Ties their hoodies super tight because they need the feeling of a collar, even though they have scars from their last one, they need it because they don't know what else to do.
Whenever they mess up, they bash their head against their fist, or scratch at their skin till blood draws, etc.
Whumpee running into Whimper and is told they're a bad pet, and Whumpee spirals.
Caretaker snapping at them one time, and saying they're a bad pet, even though they're desperately trying to break that mentality, and Whumpee just goes silent, stone cold. They drop to their knees, begging for forgiveness, maybe they're even rolling around, gripping, pulling their hair.
🚨THE ONES FOLLOWING THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE, THE PROMPTS BELOW HINT AT SA, STARVATION TACTICS, AND INCLUDE DISORDERED BODY IMAGES!!!🚨
Whumpee gaining weight or something about them is off, maybe they have a pimple or their nails aren't clean, something minuscule, but they rush out of the room, dropping to their knees and sobbing, begging for forgiveness, saying they'll fix it, and caretaker is just confused.
Whumpee scarfing down whatever food they get because they're worried about being a bad pet and not getting food.
Caretaker (romantic) thought Whumpee was better, or pretty much better, so they take it a step further, making out, stuff like that, and Whumpee hates every second, but they're terrified of saying no, but halfway through they just start sobbing, apologizing and begging caretaker to stop, who does, immediately.
Backtracking off of the last one, maybe Whumpee has some serious scarring in those areas because of Whumper, so when they get to that point, Whumpee has to warn Caretaker, but when they see it all, they just kinda cry and hold onto Whumpee.
Whumpee spending hours in front of the mirror, searching for pimples, weight gain, body hair, literally any imperfections and getting rid of it because they need to be the perfect pet.
Whumpee is having a hard day and is currently sobbing or something, so caretaker is carrying them to bed, or maybe they just grab their shoulder, but Whumpee freaks out, hysterical, rolling on the floor, begging not to make Whumpee do that stuff again.
Caretaker having a bit of a rough day, so Whumpee thinks it's their job to make them feel better, so they take off their clothes, silently crying, and caretaker has never been more confused in their life.
James is really late when coming home, and Severus being who he is, is immediately spiraling- angrily. He's cursing himself out, convinced he is doomed to be just like his mother and marry a complete jack off.
Meanwhile, James comes home with a stuffed bat he found, flowers, and chocolates because he felt like Severus wasn't feeling too great that morning.
Harry: I'm so hungry, I could eat Charity Burbage.
Snape: *visibly distressed* You could eat what?
1506 words.
Story summary: Teasing Severus goes way too far. They tell jokes about his father, his looks, his house, his style, literally everything. Usually, he could handle it, but now he can't. He runs off from their laughter and collapses into the floor, clutching his chest and sobbing. His sobs turn into a panic attack, and Sirius finds him. Originally, he pokes fun at him, but soon he realizes just how badly it affected him, and he helps him through it.
Ships: Snirius (snack)
Additional information: Set in the marauders era, somewhere after 4th year
Percents??: hurt 60% comfort 30% romance 10% maturity PG-13, it's nothing too bad.
Cw: Swearing, insults, teasing, minor violence, panic attacks.
Tw: Bullying
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He couldn't escape their words, their cruel actions. Remus laughed as James picked him apart, piece by piece. He laughed at his hair, the texture and color of it. He scoffed at his body in general, bony and lanky, his features jagged and rough, abrupt and pale. His eyes, dark as coal. He teased him about his father, drunken and stinky whenever he showed up near his family, which made him want to cry even harder. He ranted about his voice, how it was deep but still nasily. He judged him for taking an interest in the dark arts, for liking potions, and for not even showing up to quidditch matches. Sirius laughed and joked about him in general, performing mocking acts in front of his friends. Eventually, when Peter mentioned his interests again, he couldn't handle it. They laughed as he rang off.
He didn't know where he was running, but he trusted his legs to get him somewhere safe. Tears blurred his vision, their teasing voices filling his head. Eventually, his breathing speeds up. The quick breaths got to him, causing him to lean against a wall. His black robes caught on the designs engrained in the oak walls slightly, but the friction quickly dissipated as he slid down the wall. His knees were brought up to his chest, arms hugged around them. His books and bag were scattered beside him, papers flown about carelessly. Suddenly, he heard a voice, raspy and dramatic, a teasing tone to it.
"Jeez, drama queen." The words, however a considerably less harsh intent and tone as the previous ones, still hurt.
"Really living up to the name Snivellous, eh?" He outstretched his hand, shooing him away.
"Go.. Go 'way," he rasped out, trying to conjure up a barky tone, but he couldn't manage to.
"Oh- oh, so you're like- like actually freaking out?" His voice dropped the mocking tone, the harsh intent, just minor shock and concern. Severus' hand gripped his chest, still trying to create a snapping time through his unease and gasps.
"I-.. I said- said go away!" There was a bit of an involuntary pleading tone to his words, one that tugged at the empathy in the others heart.
"No. I'm not leaving you to pick up my mess right now, just deal with it." He kneeled down, trying to get the distressed man to look at him or something. He grabbed the man's hands, which were pulling at his hair.
"I said-.. said go away!" His voice contained a bit of a snarl, but it wasn't strong. His head was bobbing slightly and black dots clouded his vision. His hand was placed on the calm ones chest.
"Just follow my breathing." Severus' fingers curled around the fabric, maybe a feat of desperation, trying to keep the touch close, or perhaps an act of dominance, trying to prove to himself that he was still totally in control, but he wasn't. He was completely at the mercy of his own panic, and that thought terrified him more than any teasing, pranks, or bullies could.
However, it was probably the fact that he hasn't had a proper hug since he was eight, and having been so long, he yearned for any physical touch he could get, even if it came in hits or shoves, which could also be why he was quite literally clinging onto him,. although he would never admit his to his thirst for human contact.
"Seriously, you're going to pass out. Just breathe." He managed to suck in a ragged, short breath, but it wasn't as speedy or shallow as the others that came before it. He bit back a sob, but some of it escaped, coming out in the form of a pathetic cry.
"Seriously, go- go away."
"No, not happening. Like I said, deal with it." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, presenting his anger in whatever exhausted format his body could. Although, he couldn't lie, the hand lightly gripping his wrist, his hand pressed against his chest, warmth piercing through the layered robes and dress shirt, was quite relaxing.
"Just look around and tell me something green." He looked around, his obsidian eyes tracing the corridor, searching for anything with a hint of emerald.
"My.. tie." Sirius nodded.
"Something red." His eyes shifted down.
"Your tie." He couldn't lie, his breathing had gotten a bit better. Sirius placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder, which made him practically melt. His shoulders instantly dropped from their perched position. He let out an uncontrollable hum of contentment.
"Something brown, Sniv." The nickname snapped him out of his dazed and possibly content state, rewinding all progress done. He snapped his shoulder away, tugging his hand out of the other's grip.
"Go- go away!" He slammed his hands over his ears, similar to a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't care. He just needed him to leave him alone, the harsh truth shining through the curtain. When the hand reached out again, he jerked back.
"Go away!" His panic mixed with fear, and it wasn't a good concoction. Angry, rage-filled huffs mixed with panicked breathing, hot tears of anger and panicked sobs escaping him. He shook, whether that was the cold air of the late fall rushing in through the open windows, or the anger surging through him, sending rushes of adrenaline to spike through his veins, or the panic and sadness of the hurtful words. Sirius reached out again, grabbing his wrist.
"I said- said leave me-.. me alone!" His breathing was evidently getting worse, proven by the pauses and steamers in his sentences. However much it hurt to turn away comfort, he knew it would only hurt more once the kindness was proven fake.
"No, I'm not going! You're going to deal with this!"
"I know- know you're just doing this to-.. to talk about me with your-.. your stupid friends! You're just going to- to laugh! Leave me-.. me alone!"
Sirius was done verbally fighting with the man, arguing about a point that wouldn't change from either side. He grabbed the other's wrist and pulled him into a hug, which caused the other to freeze, stunned by the sudden act of kindness.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, especially when you're like this, that was... excessive. Just let me help you." He couldn't fight with himself anymore, giving into the touch. His body relaxed. As if on cue, he heard the thumps of footsteps, a duo, laughing. He recognized those voices far too well. He instinctively peered over his shoulder, anxiously trying to find them, where they were so he could know which way to run, but of course, they had chosen hallway left and backwards from him. He tensed up as he heard them laugh, shouting his nickname from afar.
"Hey, Padfoot, hugging Snivellous? That's gotta be a new low," James bellowed.
"Aw, we go too far?" Peter called out in a baby voice, obviously mocking Severus. Sirius however, was not laughing. He had just helped him calm down to a reasonable degree, and now he was getting wound up again.
"Fuck off," he barked. James laughed a bit.
"What did you say?"
"I said fuck off, James. Just leave him alone for one damn minute! He's having a hard time." With a scowl present on his face, he tightened his grip on Severus and glared at James, who scoffed and toddled off, probably to go tell Remus and laugh about Severus, but that didn't matter.
"Just keep breathing, you're doing great." He kept it steady before it got ragged again.
"No, don't start up again, everything's alright." While his tone was harsh, the arms wrapped around him weren't. Severus was promptly exhausted, a headache already making its way into his head.
"Are you okay, now?" Severus nodded, quickly pulling away from the embrace and backing away.
"I'm-.. I'm sorry for how I acted earlier." Severus nodded.
"I'll- I'll tell the guys to lay off. See you around, I guess, Severus." And with that, the curly haired man left, but not without a glance over the shoulder to see Severus picking up his books, wiping his face dry off all the tears he cried.
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Idk how to end fics, so deal with this ig, chat.
I don't ship Harrymort or tomarry, I just don't really like proships, but if that's your tea, go for it.
What I would like to see more of though is Voldemort realizing Harry's a horcrux so he's just like "Guess I'm a dad now??" And just like, adopts him?
Bonus points if it's around the age of six or seven
SUPER bonus points if there's hurt/comfort w/ happy ending.
Super duper bonus points if Voldy loses his mind against the Dursleys.