*this is about one of my own habitts, the lips chewing, so i guess TW-lip biting, blood. also, you have place to add your own little trauma or whatever*
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"{Y/N} youre bleeding again" snape sighs as he walks past you in class, checking on potions of his students. eyebrows rising in surprise, you lift your hand and with two fingers graze on your lip, finding blood on your fingers.
"oi, im sorry" you whisper, giving a small smile and a gentle side smile. snape sighs and moves his head to the side quickly, indicating for you to go and clean up.
this would happen often. it was this way from your very first year at hogwarts, and it started very innocently, just very gentle lip biting and nibbling that didnt seem like a big problem.
in your third year already you started chewing it much more vigouresly, even picking it with your nails, and your lips had started forming lots of bruises and red spots on them, and would look chapped often.
since then you started carrying in your pockets chapsticks. you often had at least one on your own at all times, and would use them every time class started-or ended, and often youd loose them in class-es. per month youd loose at least 3 chapsticks that snape-or actually every other teacher-would find in their classrooms, but by the next day youd already have new.
snapes favourites were mint, strawberry and cherry. one time he found one with the flavour of 'pink lemonade', but he didnt really understand this one.
if you were to get kidnapped or lost, you could be found with a trail of lip balms leading to you.
and so, this year, was the first time your lip chewing habit became the worst. he wasnt sure why, but you were chewing on it like you had to kill someone, violently and vigouresly, it drew blood.
first time it started it ruined your potion. you were hovering above your caulderon while brewing it, and probably without your knowledge, a drop of your blood fell in, and it changed colour quickly.
confused-never have you ever had big problems with potions- you call snape. as he looks down at your potion-dark red instead of blue-he furrows his brows. this potion would turn dark red only if blood was added to the potion.
"what did you put in this?" he asks as he grabs the spoon, lifting it up and watching the potion drip down the wooden spoon. "i-im not sure professor" as you speak he moves his eyes from the potion to you, and sees it. your lip is bleeding.
"miss {L/N} your lip is bleeding" he says lowly, uncomfortable. shocked, you lick your lip and find the taste of iron on your tounge. "oh". snape was always amazed by your power of underestimating.
he didnt pay much attention to it then. things happen sometimes, and it wasnt a problem, besides the ruined potion.
but this being the first time didnt mean it was the last. your lips would bleed a lot, splitting up often and have bruises on them, the blood giving your lips a tint of red.
one time, 2 days before the O.W.L.s while dinner time, you were chewing on the inside of your lip, inside the mouth, and it probably formed a big cut that opened up the gentle skin thats inside the mouth, and blood started pouring out of it.
(dont know if any of you ever bled from your mouth and lips, but because the skin is so gentle it bleeds A LOT and its hard to close the wound)
you immediatly drink a bit of water to try and wash it down, which didnt work since blood just kept gushing out. "{Y/N} is everything alright?" your friend asks you, and as you open your mouth to answer, blood sipped out of your mouth and down your chin and lip like in a horror film.
your friend jumped and squicked as they saw the blood drip down your face, and now half of the {Y/H} table was looking at you with a few starys of other tables looked as you stood up, your friend standing up infront of you.
you started waving your hand and containing your laughs as the people around the table panicked, your friend confused and panicked as they watched what looked like a horror film come to life infront of them, the blood poured out of your mouth like a river.
"n-no-" you gave up on trying to explain whats happening because the blood almost bubbled in your mouth and gave a hearty smile, pressing your hand to your lips and turning around, leaving the great hall out to the corridors on your way to the washrooms.
as you turned a corner, you bumped straight into professor snape, blood dripped on the marble floors. "where are you running to miss {L/N}?" he asks as he dusts down his robe and finally looks up at you again to find your hands covered in blood, your mouth over flowing with blood.
before he asks he grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you into the washrooms, uses his wand to make the paper into a guaze and wets it, pushing it into your mouth-a rathet weird move-and presses his palm to your mouth, shutting you up.
you stand there silently, his hand over your mouth holding the guaze between your gums and lip, keeping your mouth shut. you stared up at him with your hands both holding onto his wrist, and silence.
cold washrooms, no sounds at all except for water flowing through the tubes, and nothing else. its just you, him, his hand over your mouth and his other hand on the back of your head, big hand and fingers in your hair as he pressed the guaze inside your bleeding mouth.
eyes staring up at him, his own staring down at yours, no words are spoken as he holds your head and stars at your eyes. it was the first time he noticed your eyebags, and those {E/C} eyes that show him to the deepest parts of your soul, the happy, the sad, the unspoken.
time passed, neither of you know how much exactly, but you heard the door of the washrooms open. snape jolts and lets go of your head-cold envelops you and his hands, his right one having blood staining it.
your hand takes a hold of your jaw gently as you keep your eyes up at him, innocent, curious and questioning. he clears his throat and looks away from you finally, "the-the bloo-skin! on your lips and inside your mouth is very gentle, stop bruising it". he says quickly before he flicks his robe and leaves in a hurry, walking past your friend as they walk over.
let me take care of you my gentle angel, your whole body is gentle skin that should be handled with care and love, decorated with kisses and praises instead of your bruises.
"you ok there?" they ask, walking over and holding your shoulder, your hand on your jaw and your eyes following snape as if enchanted, "a-huh" you hum, nodding slowly as you stared at snape leave. "what happened?" they ask, but you were trained on snape, considering that he might have hypnotized you.
the desk you sat at had blood staining it, your notebooks and quills had blood staining them, nails and fingers stained with blood, lips stained in blood, and often your homework and papers you turn in have blood drops decorating them.
but as time passed, and snape found himself thinking about you more-caring and worried-he started to understand you more and watch you more, he felt that something was off, and one day it all clicked.
so back now, he just excused you to the washrooms to tend to your bleeding lips. without saying anything to the class, he simply takes and leaves the classroom, walking to the washrooms were he finds you leaning against the sinks, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other pressing to your bleeding lip, sighing deeply and boredly.
snape lowers his pace as the door creaks closed behind him, and he walks over to the sinks, his face muscles relaxing, he feels as tension leaves his body and relaxes, his body immediatly reacting to your presence. you stand up straight and look up at him until hes just above you, staring down at you. he sighs, shakes his head gently.
he raises his hand slowly and moves your hand from your mouth, setting his own hand over your mouth once again-like he did the first time-and presses gently with a warm hand over your mouth once again, the other one going to the back of your head once again, his hand pressing to your soft hair.
hands falling to your sides you fall into the same trance you fell into the first time, staring up at him as if hypnotized and voulnrable, knees buckling under you as you swam in his black eyes.
he sighs once again and raises his hands a tad, fingers brushing on your cheek gently, thumb rubbing your gentle soft skin as his eyes let go of any lingering tension.
"it'll be ok" he says lowly, his voice dancing into your ears as your eyes grow wider, pupils pulsating open. he goes ahead and wraps his hand aroumd you, his other hand still on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair as he feels you sinking closer and closer to his heart, and finally your hands that raise up and wrap around his back, pressing further into him.
he hums and lifts his cheek from your head, pressing his lips in a lingering long kiss down on your head, when he lets go he lays his cheek down on the top of your head once again with a sigh and a soft hum, swaying gently.
standing in the middle of the washroom, pressing to each other in a gentle but still tight way, marveling in the feeling of skin on skin and warm body heat enveloping each other, he holds you close to him and hopes to help you drowen your trubles away and your bleeding lips to calm down, hoping that it could help.
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any of you bleed from your mouth/lips?
this is in celebration of me being falsly arrested lmao.
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yours, the red demon♧