I Understand Severus To A Nearly Unreasonable Degree.

I love fanfic.net, but everyone in the reviews is SO critical. "Great story! However, you used the wrong your, so, I have to report you, call the cops, alert the HOA, and upload this onto twitter."

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.

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

Snape literally sexually assaulted him, and it even classified as sexual torture, look up the definition for that one. Bullied him, and literally for no reason, which is stated.

He even basically tried to murder him, he could've easily killed him with the prank.

But sure, James is no abuser at ALL! He's the most innocent guy out there, perfect.

Every time someone calls james Potter an 'abuser' to Snape I lose more faith in humanity

Harry: I'm so hungry, I could eat Charity Burbage.

Snape: *visibly distressed* You could eat what?

Sirius/Severus - Romance is Boring by Los Compesinos!

Remus/Severus - Space Song by Beach House

James/Severus - Crybaby by Destroy Boys

Lily/Severus - First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

Regulus/Severus - Creep by Radiohead.

Severus - Let Down by Radiohead.

James Potter the type of guy to use chatGPT to write a 500 word essay.

yeah sex is cool I guess

but have you ever had someone leave a comment with a paragraph-long review of your fanfic containing genuine praise, thorough criticism, and an in-depth analysis of all the lore hints you dropped that you spent ages intricately crafting

Severitus plot thingy (again)

Severitus where Severus recognizes abuse in pretty much anyone. He's constantly pulling Slytherins aside to talk about home life, Ravenclaws, even Hufflepuffs, but not him.

He's so desperate for anyone to notice, anyone to actually, truly care, to do something, but that never happens.

Severus assigns a detention and Harry just loses it the second he steps in. Severus makes a single comment, and Harry is completely breaking down. He's shouting, screaming, even better if he's breaking things. Like, absolutely crashing TF out, and then he storms out.

When he shows up to classes the next day, he expects to be practically murdered by Snape, but he's not.

1) An apology letter on his desk, explaining his behavior, demeanor, and offering to help.

2) He gets asked to step out, just like he does with the Slytherins.

3) Normal class period.

4) A hug/reassuring words/just a form of comfort, really.

Snirius fic thingy

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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