Subtle Sciences and Exact Arts: A Severus Snape Kinkuary Collection

Angels Cry

Summary:

Lily Evans invites Severus over to her house to watch a film while her parents are away

Notes:

Kink: Dacryphilia. Most definitions have this kink defined as a sexual arousal by crying. HOWEVER, upon further research, I found that there can also be a sexual interest by caring for someone who is crying. This is the route I decided to take with this chapter.

Pairing: Severus Snape & Lily Evans. This is my first time writing Lily. Those of you that know me, know how hard this was for me to write, as I don't ship them together. However, I found something... therapeutic in writing them for this chapter. I truly hope you all enjoy.

Last note. It is my personal head canon that Severus would have had a Brummie accent in his youth. This gets addressed throughout my series that I am writing (Book 1: Black Eyed Boy... Book 2 is to start getting released in March). So there is some Brummie slang in here, I'll put the rough translation down at the bottom for you.

Happy Reading!!

Summer, 1976

"Hey, Sev!"

Severus was reclined against the tree... their tree... when Lily Evans started walking towards him. He swore time stilled as he watched her glide towards him; her auburn hair stood out against the dead grass and smoggy air, green eyes glittering with joy.

He quickly sat up,  not wanting to look like a bum when she finally got close enough to see him. He smiled warmly at her, picking at the blades of grass to give his idle hands something to do.

"Hello."

"Guess what? Mum and Dad are out for the whole afternoon. Do you want to come watch a film? Petunia is home but she won't bother us. She's having Vernon over."

Had he just died? He was never this lucky, being invited over to watch a film, alone , mind you. Had she ditched Potter? Was he finally getting a chance?

"What about Potter?"

"He's busy," she shrugged. "Off doing Lord knows what with Sirius and Remus...and Peter, I assume." She reached her hand out, offering to help him stand. He took it, of course he did, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to hold her hand.

"Alright then. Lead the way."

Lily linked her arm through his as they trekked up the hill towards her house. He was starting to get nervous. People like him didn't belong on this side of town. He quickly became all too self-aware of their social differences. He hated feeling this way. It was bad enough at Hogwarts, but to be reminded so cruelly while on break was devastating. He should've said no.

"Here we are. We should be a bit quiet at first, until we get into the basement, just in case."

"Yes, we wouldn't want " Tuney " to tattle, would we?" He smirked as Lily playfully slapped his chest. Humor and snark were his best defensive mechanisms, excluding hexes of course. He tried to settle his nerves before he stepped inside.

"Shh!" She giggled. "Come on."

They tiptoed down the stairs. Severus couldn't wait, a few more months and he could use magic outside of school. To think, all of the silencing and concealment charms he could do—and Potter couldn't— to hide himself in Lilys basement, hopefully clarting about and watching movies with no one the wiser.

He settled himself on the gold and orange sofa. Nervously, he ran his hand back and forth against the velvet, watching as he left dark streaks in one direction, and then erased them as he moved in opposition. He thought it was a rather odd material for a piece of furniture.

"There we are," Lily chirped. "All ready to watch the Telly. Go on and grab that blanket then, will you?" She pointed to a garish looking fleece, but if it meant he'd get to have a bit of a munch with Lily Evans, he'd do whatever she asked.

He raised his arm, a bit cack-handed, but confident, gesturing for her to move in close. She took the bait and he grinned. He hoped she wouldn't hear how quickly his heart was beating in his chest.  The little abused-boy was finally getting a spot of attention, and his heart soared.

He didn't pay much attention to the film. It didn't hold his attention, some sort of cartoon about a runt of a pig, and its owner wanting to keep him as a pet instead of letting it go off to the market. A bit dark, really. He couldn't imagine raising a pig for slaughter, the idea made him nauseous. Still, the film had its humorous moments— he quite liked the rat.

As the film was coming to a close, he heard Lily sniffle. He looked down at her, watching as those lively green eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall. He turned back to the Telly in time to watch the spider write a final message on her web before dying.

He noted, his own heart clenching in his chest, as he looked at his love, crying at this silly film. It awakened something in him, he needed to be the one to comfort her. It made him feel useful, wanted... desired. He shifted in his seat, needing to adjust the rager he was now sporting, thankful to pass off the motion as grabbing a handkerchief. Slowly, he leaned over, dabbing her eyes for her. She looked up, face all blotchy and red, a bit of snot even started to drip from her nose but he couldn't care less. He could only see her beauty in that moment. She was an amazing girl, who else would cry so empathetically at a cartoon?

She smiled at him and he knew in that moment, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

Notes:

Clarting about: Messing around

Munch: cuddle

Cack-handed: doing something in a clumsy way

Rager: erection