Severus Snape Imagines

Darling of mine

You hummed a soft song under your breath as you were ironing one of your husband's many white button ups. Heavy rain was falling on the windows and the fireplace flicked with its orange flames.

Severus was reading a book on his usual chair in the living room. Your eyes wandered over at him, examining his every move, how his dark eyes travelled over the words of the page, or how his skilled fingers turned the page over, you loved the way his black hair fell on his face as he read and he did nothing to take it off his eyes or the way his toes scrunched now and then, trying to feel the warm of the fireplace as he wasn't wearing any shoes like normally.

"You are staring, dear." Severus said without glancing up at you, you giggled slightly and said, continuing to iron his shirt "I'm not staring, love. I'm admiring." you said.

You heard a deep chuckle from your husband "And what are you admiring, Mrs. Snape?" he asked. This time, it was your turn to smile at him as you put your elbows on the ironing board and said, with your hands on your chin "How handsome my husband is."

He shook his head and fixed his gaze back to the book he was reading while you resumed the ironing.

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When you were almost done with his shirts, suddenly, you positioned the hot device in a way it could rest and it wouldn't burn the last shirt you had to iron for your husband and walked towards the kitchen to check something you put in the oven a couple of minutes earlier for dinner.

But seeing as it still needed more time in the oven, you closed it and put the miten on the kitchen's counter as you were going to use it later.

You were a wizard-born or in other words, a squib. You were never able to do any kind of magic and for years you felt angry at yourself for not being like your parents, who were both wizards.

That changed when you met Severus, you never left the wizarding world and he met you in your small shop in Hogsmeade as you sold rare plants that the Potions Master usually needed for his concoctions.

He showed you that sometimes magic could be a burden as it is also a responsibility and you taught him how you did things without magic.

The both of you eventually fell in love and married and you couldn't be prouder to call him your husband.

There were days in which you felt out of place or like a nuisance to him but Severus always comforted you and he told you every time that he needed you as, in his words, he said 'you keep me sane'

It made you laugh so much when he said that but it was true. You were his everything, his precious angel he needed to protect and love.

You returned to the living room, resuming your previous activity, which was ironing. Severus followed you with his eyes, not interested in the words his book had anymore as he was now admiring his beautiful wife.

He admired not only your beauty but your dedication to him and to your marriage. For Severus it meant a lot more the things you did as you did them without magic, meaning you did them with your own hands. Thinking of him in the process and always humming to yourself.

"Severus, am I a good wife?" your question caught him off guard, not expecting at all that you would question yourself. He knitted his eyebrows together and said "Why do you ask that, love?"

You looked up at him and chuckled slightly before saying "Well... I remember when I was little that my mother would teach me how to cook or how to iron. She always said 'you'll do all these things when you get married'". you chuckled as you recalled when your mother said that to you.

Severus put his book aside as he stood up from his chair, he walked towards you and said "I think you are the most beautiful and intelligent woman alive." Despite being married for a couple of years, his words made you blush, making you lower your gaze to the floor.

Your husband tilted your head with his fingers and said "No need to be shy, (y/n). You know I love you so much. And for me, you are perfect." you smiled up at him before he pressed his lips with yours in a sweet and loving kiss.

You left the iron over the ironing board, so Severus was able to take your smaller hands in his large ones. You two parted from the kiss and he walked you to the centre of the living room.

"Will you dance with me, Mrs. Snape?" he asked. Severus was a completely different person behind closed doors and you were glad to see this amazing and loving side of him.

"You don't have to ask, Mr. Snape." was your response. He put his right hand on your waist as he took your other hand with his, loving how your hands fitted together.

You had your right hand on his shoulder and the both of you started to sway to the soft music Severus was humming.

You were smiling softly up at him while he glanced adoringly at you. The moment was perfect itself "To answer your question," he started, making you raise your eyebrows curiously "Yes, you are a good wife, more than good, you are perfect."

"And you are the perfect husband, Severus." at your words, his heart warmed. The Potions Master still didn't know how his heart was able to hold so much love for you.

"You are my (y/n), my wife, my darling." Just as he finished his sentence, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him again, this time Severus held you tightly by the waist as your hands were on his shoulders.

"And you are the love of my life, my protector, my Severus." you breathed out as Severus held you by the waist, meaning your feet weren't touching the floor as he gazed adoringly in your eyes. "I love you." he said.

"I love you too, Sev." you said, smiling widely at your husband. He put you down on your feet and said "Will you cuddle with me?" you sighed and said "I'd love to Severus, but I still have to finish ironing your shirts. That's it if you want to have something to wear in the morning."

He smiled at you and shook his head at your comment.

Taking his wand out of his sleeve, he pointed it at the un-ironed shirts and they were quickly ironed and ready for you to put them on his closet "There, now we can cuddle." you laughed at his actions and grabbed his hand. Leading him to the couch as you two laid there, tangled together gazing at the flickering fireplace in the warm embrace of your husband.

He nuzzled his nose in your hair, taking in your addicting scent and you heard him whisper "Darling of mine." you smiled at this and sunk even deeper in his arms, if that was possible.

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