#LGBT Snape

[quillinhand]

favourite snape hcs go 🎤

Hiiii

this is gonna take a while cuz I've been waiting for someone to ask this question for so long- so sorry for answering this post after a while lol

ok so.

he hates coffee, but marking and juggling all his work means it's often the only thing keeping him awake, and my man, he likes to take his coffee with enough cream and sugar to kill a small child. for energy, of course.

he likes to sleep. will commit murder if someone disturbs him.

actually likes marking. something about shitting on teenagers calm him down.

sometimes, he'll take out his old essays and go thru them with red ink. no teenager is as fun to shit on as yourself. except perhaps potter.

pan ace. am not accepting arguments

had sex for the first in the early days after graduation and initiation into the death eaters. hated it. very much.

loves physical touch and so, naturally, will make it impossible for anyone to touch him

has the weirdest possible relationship with Lucius malfoy but like, we don't talk about that.

(They are as close as you get to fucking/killing each other without actually fucking/killing each other. Knows each others darkest secrets but still would kill the other to keep themselves alive sort of close)

has a similar relationship with voldy shorts except, with our resident evil it's like, not consensual? Sort of? idk . My man's into tall dark and creepy ok? except in Lucius's case it's tall blonde and rich/ridiculous but. we don't talk about that.

Severus fucking Snape didnt become friends with Lily fucking Evans cuz she was pretty. nope. Twas cuz ma girl was powerful as heck(like him) and, more importantly, a bitch(like him). You are kidding yourself if ya think their friendship was anything other than that.

his relationship with his parents is a toxic one in that there IS some level of care there, but Tobias is too much of a depressed 30 something man to be a good father and Eileen was too much of a proud hag to be a good mother, and Severus was too much like them to be able to deal with their shit.

a huge part of why he used the mental arts so much was cuz he couldn't handle his emotions easily for the longest time, and would burst at the smallest thing. this was the trait that made him such a good target for bullying. the one trait he could never quite get rid of- just hide, under steel walls and scars that opened far too easily.

after lily died, he occluded to the point of magical exhaustion and ended up collapsing. wrecked his body to the point of him not being able to move for months. this was one of the first, and only things he learned to be kind to himself for, and relaxed with his occlumency shields as much as he could. and then voldy returned, and. well.

he is the Slytherin house's hero. not that he understands why. something about the whole, evil, dark, vampire aesthetic was very appealing ya see.

my man wears heels to look taller. not accepting arguments

his whole outfit was carefully planned. 20s Snape had FUN, I tell you. My man spent YEARS cultivating his whole vibe, from the expressions, to the poetry, to the ROBES- perfection, perfection. have you any idea how much he argued with tailors that, no, he actually didn't give a fuck if the robe he wanted was too tight for pockets. what the actual FUCK do you mean.

the buttons have so much history

his eye colour is actually just. gray, but like my man likes the whole vibe of ✨ obsidian ✨ more so. makes sure to stay around dimly lit areas for maximum effect.

he did actually go to school before hogwarts, but like he couldn't control his magic, so my man would bust the lights and flood the bathrooms and make the chairs hit the teachers he didn't like. The AMOUNT of confounding Eileen had to do to distract the town from their magic- worthy of a book series on its own.

I'm ending cuz this is already so longgg. sorry for answering lateee. ilyy 💜💜💜

[aezran]

Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

happy pride

[natuart]

TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN

I love #Harrypotter but I totally hate all of JK Rowling's transphobic comments. I wanted to make a drawing, it seemed appropriate that it be in the month of June . Amo #Harrypotter pero aborresco totalmente todos los comentarios transfobicos de JK Rowling. Queria hacer un dibujo, me parecia apropiado que sea en el mes de Junio . instagram, tiktok, youtube, twitter, threads: _natu_art_ . . .

[simon-snowing]

are there any fics post goblet of fire about how sirius goes to find lupin after dumbledore told him to gather the old team? any about sirius finding remus in between gof and ootp hiding at lupin's place?

[kind-hufflepuff]

SEVERUS SNAPE AS A WEREWOLF

[trohpi]

it bothers me sm when ppl only hc characters as aro/ace when theyre unlikeable or unattractive

just because you cannot see a character being with any other preexisting characters— whether bc you dont like them or bc you dont think any other character can like them— does not mean they have to be aro/ace to make sense. you dont need to use an aro/ace identity as some sort of reason for why you dont ship them with anyone

like idk if yall forgot but allo people can just… be single or uninterested in dating. and not every character has to have a ship in the first place 🧍‍♂️

[anaki-boo]

“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

***

“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

***

Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

***

"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

[march-on-26]

Lily Evan and Severina Snape fanart.

Used a photo reference for this.

Severina is still guilty and grieving over Lily. She would always love her.

[crimsonmoonlite]

Underneath the Full Moon - Remus Lupin - 18+:

AO3

Wattpad

September 1st, 1978 5:32 PM

Entrance Hall, Hogwarts, Highlands of Scotland

   Remus entered the castle in complete awe. Like everyone else, he understood the idea of a magical school. Most of the student body attended a Muggle grade school named Wyrmwood across the Magical Highlands of Scotland.

   Hogwarts was like a Muggle college and was undoubtedly the place to be. However, you didn't attend for any specific degree. Instead, you went to broaden your knowledge and skills in all things related to being a wizard. You also needed it to advance in the magical world. England had three other schools, but Hogwarts was the most prestigious.

   Getting to Wyrmwood felt different. Remus wanted to be with his friends as soon as possible, but he didn't see them on this train ride. His reflexes made him flinch just before Sirius and James tackled him.

   "Ack! Guys," Remus giggled as he spun around in Sirius's arms before being set down and twirled by James. "Guys, you're making me sick," he said, wrapping his arms around James because he hated being picked up. You'd be surprised how often a 4-foot-11 werewolf gets picked up since people think he's cute... well, at least his pack and friends do it a lot.

   "Moony, where have you been? We've been searching all over campus for you," Sirius said, pulling him close to his chest. Remus tried to hold his breath to avoid inhaling Sirius's scent. He didn't smell bad, but he was especially strong for Remus.

   "What's up, Lupin?" Peter sighed, and Remus smiled back at him.

   "Hiya Pete, how was your summer?"

   "Dog shit, as usual," Pete shrugged. Remus raised his eyebrow, glanced at the other two, and asked James and Sirius.

   "It was cool. I went to New York City with Dad to see the Magic Congress of the United States headquarters." James smiled from ear to ear, knowing Remus would be interested in this and a bit jealous.

   "And I attended the Quidditch World Cup in Bulgaria," Sirius boasted.

   "Whoa! I thought I saw you," James exclaimed, widening his eyes as he patted Sirius on the back when they both realized they had left. "What about you, Remmy?"

   "Oh, same old, same old. Went to Camp Arcana outside of stupid London again," he said, knowing it sounded lame. "Going to summer camp when you're not a kid."

   "Hey, guys," Barty Crouch Jr. said as he walked past the Marauders, "I can't wait to see what you have planned to put Snivellus in his place. He's already a total git."

   "Yeah, I saw he painted his nails black. He's such a Faggot," Sirius snickered, and Remus flinched. he had never heard Sirius use that language before.

   "Well, um... I thought it looked cool," Remus said, and the boys looked at him.

   "What? You just got here, Lupin. how have you seen it already?" Peter raised an eyebrow, and Sirius and James stared at him like he had two heads.

   "He was wearing it at Camp Arcana," Remus shrugged, and Barty rolled his eyes.

   "Look, whatever. I don't want to hear your plans. Make sure I'm nearby before it happens," Barty said before walking away.

   "Dude... what's up?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Did you seriously just stand up for Snape?" Sirius scoffed, and Remus knitted his brows before passing them. James grabbed his wrist and turned him around to look him in the eyes.

   "Is this about what happened in the cellar last year? We said we were sorry," James said, and Remus glared at them before grabbing them by their ear lobes and storming to a secluded area.

   "You're still mad about that?" Sirius remarked, but Remus's intensity silenced him quickly.

   "You two used my lycanthropy to scare Snape for no reason," he snapped, and the two of them awkwardly slumped down as if they were being scolded. "You risked Snape's life and my secret... you could have gotten both of us killed. You know the laws against werewolves."

   "I heard the new Minister of Magic is trying to correct-" James started, then zipped his lips when he saw Remus wasn't amused. "Nope... no, we are sorry."

   "Seriously, so sorry... Moony, I've missed you more than you can believe," Sirius said, hugging Remus, but he realized he was in deep trouble when Remus didn't hug back.

   "Why do you guys hate Severus? Is it just because he's a know-it-all?" Remus furrowed his eyebrows. He always thought it was due to that. He would always one-up the boys in class, swooping in to give the superior answer and showboating in front of the professors.

   "He deserves it," James shrugged.

   "He's such a total gaywad," Sirius scoffed, and the two of them froze as Remus made a distressed face.

   "Well, what if your best friend of years is a total gaywad..." Remus said, and the three of them gulped, "Whatever..." Remus rolled his eyes and started to storm off, but his bag slipped off his shoulder.

   "I fucking knew it. You are a bloody queer," Peter shouted where everyone could hear it. He flinched before looking at a stunned James and Sirius... he knew they were clueless, but he didn't know that they were blind to what was in front of them.

   "When you boys grow up, come find me... and stop messing with Severus," Remus sighed before storming off, keeping his head down. He almost got out without a problem, but he walked into someone. "Sorry..." He mumbled and glanced down at his feet... but not before seeing the shit-eating smirk from Lucius Malfoy. He shook his head and rushed away without knowing where he was going, unable to shake off thoughts of what had happened that summer.

------- July 10th, 1978 12:23 AM

Camp Arcana, Epping Forest, Epping, Essex

   He could smell the years of campers who had used the pillow he was pressing his face into, whimpering and biting down on it as the bed creaked with each thrust. "Now, normally, I wouldn't want to see your ugly face," Lucius sneered as he snatched the pillow and tossed it across the room.

   "Lucius..." Snape complained from his bed after knocking the book from his hand, trying to lose himself in reading to escape what was happening.

   "Oh, come on, I see the way you look at Lupin," Lucius said, forcing Remus to turn his face to look at Snape. "Severus, look at me, you imbecile!" Lucius exclaimed as he slammed into Remus, causing him to flinch and produce a sound that a non-canine could barely recognize. Severus glared at them before nervously shifting his gaze from Remus to Lucius.

   "Does this get your rocks off, Malfoy?" Snape rolled his eyes before grabbing his book and sticking his nose back in it—until he felt Remus being tossed onto his bed.

   He widened his eyes and froze, looking down to see a sweaty, half-conscious Remus fluttering his eyes up at him. A couple of candles illuminated the room, and the full moon shone through the window. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed Remus's fangs.

   "Beautiful, isn't it... I'm driving him crazy with my cock," Lucius smirked before driving his cock back into him, "It's so much better than hearing his incessant whiny voice, and who knew he could be this hot."

   "This is so unethical," Snape frowned. His stance was as if a spider had landed on his lap. "Not to mention dangerous... He is a werewolf, Lucius,"

   "Severus, I am balls deep in him... I know you are a faggot. why are you such a buzzkill?" Lucius rolled his eyes, biting his lip as he was nearing his climax. His long silver-blonde hair was falling into Remus' face and mouth. "I know Potter and Black did that awesome prank on you, but he is harmless. Look how sweet he looks,"

   "Malfoy..." Severus sighed like a man with desires and all. He saw Remus hiding his face in Snape's thigh. Snape softly redirected his face to look up at the ceilings. He gathered Lucius' hair and tossed it out of Remus' face. "He is obviously in Heat Mania... this could be dangerous if we don't get him medical attention or an alpha wolf,"

   "Well, he has an alpha cock right here and another one right here," Lucius patted him hard on the crotch, making him flinch and shove at him.

   "What are you talking about? I am not an alpha wolf, nor are you," Snape said, and Lucius rolled his eyes.

   "Everyone has Alpha/Beta/Omega genes. You must be bitten one of the occults for it to present itself like it does in Remus," he said before pointing things out. "He has a petite frame... tiny penis as you can see... but if you look closer, you can see he doesn't have testicles like in the sack like us normal people," Lucius said, grabbing his wand and casting Lumos. Snape hesitantly looked but quickly was intrigued as he saw that in place of his testicles was a pussy.

   "Holy Merlin..."

   "That's right, Snivellus... we got a hermaphrodite... why do you think I am fucking him? He has a nice and tight cunt," Lucius scoffed, and Snape blushed.

   "Technically, it is called inter-"

   "Shut the bloody fuck up, know-it-all... he probably had a second puberty when he was bitten," Lucius rolled his eyes before pulling out of Rumus' cunt and sat down beside Snape and resting Remus into straddling his lap, exhausted but not wanting to climax yet. "Great tits too... seems like he binds them using a bandage and some fashion spell. Smart huh... They are quite big too... he is a great wizard... don't tell him I said that though," Lucius said as he lifted Remus' shirt to reveal his D cups. "Woah... you like tits? I thought you were a butt monkey,"

   "Cover them back up..." Snape sighed as he found this all inappropriate and immoral.

   "Shut the fuck up... he is the one that wandered into my bed," Lucius rolled his eyes, and Snape raised an eyebrow, "He woke me up sucking my cock. He was begging for it," Lucius said, and Snape made a face. "What do you take me for? I'm just helping an omega in heat,"

   "It's... okay," Remus said, barely able to sit up. He was panting and slightly drooling because of all the fangs in his mouth keeping his lips open. "S-Snape... I'm fine with this," Remus stumbled, resting his head on Lucius' chest. "I hate Malfoy... but if I weren't getting railed, I'd be outside trying to rub anything inside me," Remus said. "Y-You can touch me too... if you want. I won't bite," Remus giggled, clearly out of it since he usually wasn't such a tease, but he seemed lucid at the same time.

   Snape furrowed his brows before combing Remus's sweaty curly hair out of his eyes, cupping his jaw, and pressing his lip down to peer into his mouth. He had always been quite curious about the occult, considering he was one, but this was more of a taboo aspect of it.

   "Such a dopey nerd," Lucius said before flipping around, "grab his ankles and keep them out of the way. I need to nut... this cunt is too good not to nut in," Lucius said, and Snape scowled at him before Remus' ankles were shoved at him. He widened his eyes and froze as he looked down to see Remus begin to moan and whimper as Lucius continued to fuck him... He was a bit nervous as he saw Remus biting at the cloth of his pajamas... but he realized it was more of a teething/love bit situation. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your reading list, and share with your friends:) Check out my subreddit for my writings r/QuinnLake

[legendrarry]

Okay I might get mobbed for this but, She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 is such a Snape song?!?!

Like —

"He was always there to help her she,

Always belonged to someone else..."

!?!?!?!?!

And also —

"I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain..."

Ummm...hello?!?!

"I know that goodbye means nothing at all,

Comes back and makes me catch her

Every time she falls..."

And finally —

"Please don't try so hard to say goodbye..."

What the ever loving fuck?!?!?

Yeah.....Imma cry in Aamortentia now bye...

[unseamed-egg]

Does anyone know where I can read some good fanfics about some dead gay wizards from the 90’s?

[maxdibert]

Years ago, when the Marauders fandom wasn’t the world of absurd OCs with colorful hair and nonsensical relationships it is now, the James stans could hate Severus all they wanted, but they NEVER made stuff up or used fanon to talk about the character. I mean, I was around during the LiveJournal days and participated in many discussions, and when someone criticized Snape, it was based on things that came from the canon, not from some made-up crap pulled out of an AO3 hole.

Now, you find Snaters accusing Severus of being a sexual assaulter when CANONICALLY the only one who received that kind of assault was him, by James. Or they make up that Severus was jealous of James being with Lily and, like some kind of incel, stalked her everywhere, when CANONICALLY he never says anything about his feelings and accepts the end of their friendship from the start. They also go on about not liking Severus because he’s a purist and a racist, and whatever else, but then they’re the biggest fans of Barty Crouch Jr., who was literally Voldemort’s number one fanatic, who tortured people into insanity? Or Evan Rosier, who came from a lineage of Voldemort fanboys? It’s a fandom that’s descended into complete nonsense. Plus, they completely make up the characters; the James and Sirius from that fandom don’t exist—they’re completely OCs because the REAL ones weren’t like that.

I’m not surprised that people who were part of the original Marauders fandom hate these new fans. It’s not just that they’ve taken a bunch of characters and stripped them of their personalities to mold them to their liking and project their fetishes through them, but they also claim they’ve done it to be social justice warriors against Rowling, while actually falling into super harmful and dangerous stereotypes and constantly whitewashing violence, bullying, and classism. Not to mention their prejudices against Severus Snape, which are basically filled with victim blaming, body shaming, and often repressed classism. So, under that colorful and LGBT-friendly facade, what you really have is a bunch of kids who, instead of creating their own OCs, are hungry for popularity and likes, so they’ve taken existing characters and mutilated them.

Honestly, they get on my nerves. But what amazes me the most is the CALM with which they base their arguments on theories they’ve read or fanfics, and when you respond, they say they’re not going to read. Of course they’re not going to read—they’ve never read more than two consecutive lines in their lives, which is why all they know about the characters comes from Tumblr instead of the books, and why all their hate for Snape is based on the crap they’ve read in a few poorly written fanfics.

But, well, what can you do? There’s all kinds in the vineyard of the Lord, even idiots.

[kind-hufflepuff]

Harry as severus snape's son (severitus au)

(Slytherin au)

[bi-snape]

Chaotic D.E. Severus incorrect quotes

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Severus: Here's two facts about me.

Severus: 1. I hate hot people.

Severus: 2. I'm a hypocrite.

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Severus: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

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Severus: I’m a multitasker!

Severus: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

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Severus: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.

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Severus: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

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Lucius: I think Barty is in trouble.

Severus: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

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Lucius: Evan, gather the others. We need to have another Severus-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

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Mulciber: Hey, Severus, where are you going?

Severus: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.

Severus: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

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Regulus: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Severus: A horrible decision, really.

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Wilkes: How has life been treating you lately?

Severus: Horribly.

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Lucius, texting Narcissa: I had to pick up Severus early.

Narcissa: That’s alright. Has he been sick?

Lucius: No, not sick, he's just very upset because he had a hard day.

Narcissa: Wait, why did he have a hard day?

Lucius: He took his two pet snails to school with him today, and he had the snails in his book bag. He let out the snails by the sink in the back of the potions classroom for some exercise, and Professor Slughorn thought they were snails that escaped the jars from his ingredient cupboard, so he used Severus’s snails in a potion for demonstration.

Narcissa: Oh my god.

Lucius: I know you are laughing, Cissa, but please act sad about it when we get home today.

Narcissa: I’ll try but that is hilarious.

Lucius: Yeah, I know. Stupid pet snails.

Lucius: I’m trying not to let Severus see me laugh.

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Severus: Do you want this handful of moss?

Voldemort: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

Severus: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

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Severus: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Severus: cuLt leader.

Severus: God hates me personally.

Severus: Bitchy.

Severus: *sniffles* Trying my best.

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Voldemort: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house.

Severus: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

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Lucius: Hi, I'm Severus Snape's emergency contact.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick him up?

Lucius: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.

[potions-of-dark-devotion]

Gotta Get This off my Chest

Severus Snape & HBO Series

Alright first off, I know you are generally expecting well thought out essays from me but here I’m going to Ramble Freeform. You’ve been warned.

I don’t know how I feel at all about another actor attempting to play Severus Snape. JK Rowling is the main producer and honestly this worries me a lot considering the amount of hatred she has for LGBTQ people and the amount of hatred Severus has gotten in the last years. This space is bad sometimes but generally we have a fantastic community of people in this snapedom who love the character as he is written positives and negatives. I for one liked Snape from the first book I read and the first movie I watched.

I’ll be the first to admit that my image of him is very much wrapped up in Alan Rickman, and tho I greatly respect other peoples images of snape and I love the fan art they make, the thing that made Alan such an amazing character actor for the part was the unabashed love he had for the character. Look at any interview of him about Severus and you will see that he went to bat for him at every turn. What if we we are given someone who sees Snape through the eyes of the marauders fandom? What if they erase all of Snapes goodness or heaven forbid write extra scenes of cruelty to Lily that didn’t exist, or have him creep over her, or physically attack her, or characterize him as the aggressor with James when we all know it was the other way around? These kinds of fears keep me from being excited about the new series and instead leave me anxious.

For one thing, I wish they had focused more on a different period of wizard history, or a different part of the 1st wizarding war or even marauders/young Severus era, because there is so much to explore. I would have liked to explore story lines that really could use more fleshing out, and if JK Rowling is going to be a part of this she could have easily written new passages or short stories to suit this new narrative. I also worry about the fact that yet again because she is a producer there will certainly be no LGBTQ characters in the narrative and that’s a waste to me. We already have a fantastic interpretation of the books, and if they are doing a redo why not cast people of color or trans or any LGBT characters in the mix? It will be the same story just perhaps fleshed out more? I’m not sure what this series will bring to the table that the movies did not unless they radically change some things.

Yet, with this interpretation we may see many thing in the series that we don’t see in the books. Severus has two big scenes at the end of POA and GOF that were totally left out of the movies, and if this was left in and the “prank” was explored more in depth we could get to see an even more complex narrative than Alan was allowed to portray in the movies (largely due to directorial choices).

Severus as we all know is a complex character that can be different or difficult to understand without a trauma informed lense and the last thing I want is for them to shove him into a gross stereotype, or give him attributes that don’t exist in the books in order to cater to certain fandoms. I’m genuinely worried about the prospect of this. I also don’t want our fandom safe spaces that we’ve spent years curating to be over run with Snape hate again just because of the series. I could be being pessimistic. It’s just been on my mind lately.

No hard feelings it’s just…Severus Snape is my comfort character and I don’t want the idea of it ruined by people who don’t really understand him or who wouldn’t bat for him the way Alan did. Please understand me. Does anyone else have mixed feelings this way?