#Pro Snape

[thatsillything]

I'm sooo back with Snupin after my little break

[corgi-nub]

I think a lot of people stay inside in this kind of weather, but maybe he really likes freezing overcast days, and he especially likes solitude. While everyone else is inside, he's cheerfully walking through the snowy woods, finding freedom away from the eyes of others.

[archie-mp3]

Canonically, Regulus Black and Barty Crouch JR, and wanted mass-genocide and Blood-Purity.

Canonically, The Marauders bullied Slytherins just for being in Slytherins.

Canonically, Sirius Black tried to intentionally harm Snape with the “prank”, and used Remus to do it.

Canonically, James Potter sexually assaulted Snape in front of a crowd of people by taking off his clothes.

Canonically, The Marauders made Snape’s life a living nightmare, and continued to bully him well into adulthood.

Canonically, Peter Pettigrew was ultimately the reason why both Lily and James died and left Harry orphaned, because he was the one to rat them out to Voldemort

… and yet… half of the fandom draws the line at Snape? I beg of you guys… hold every character at the standards that you hold Snape to.

[lululuzzz08]

OK I WILL STOP BUT THIS. THIS IS TOO FUNNY

dumbledore, to student snape: how did you get in here?

snape: the door was open.

dumbledore: no, it certainly wasn't.

snape: it was after i opened it.

[abouttimeoc]

[the-wayward-prince]

Severus Snape being dragged to church as a child by his father, and he is completely in awe of the tales of miracles. With Lily, he successfully transfigures water into wine and proudly shows Tobias only to be met with anger and violence.

[half-blood-prince-throne]

The other professors : How will you feel if someone call you an idiot like you call Mr.Longbottom

Snape: If I spent my summer writing a complicated essay about something, and then had to complete it with step-by-step instructions clearly written on the board, a specialist repeatedly pointing out the common mistakes to avoid, and all the necessary equipment nearby, yet still managed to do it wrong, I would surely deserve the title of an idiot

[thatlittlefangirl]

First, get the tags right "#anti snape" if you're going to be insulting him.

Second, did we read the same books???? Severus was never a sweet loving boy, he was a kid with issue who was going through life during an active WAR, getting bullied being a toll on his mental health (surely) and being in the same dorms with kids of Death Eaters. He didn't go "dark and hateful" he went spiteful, petty and all you can expect from a guy with unreasolved traumas.

James on the other hand was not just a "douchebag", he was a bully, torturer and sexual assaulter (from ONE SCENE ONLY omg this guy must've been so much worst), he went from that to lying to his girlfriend about stopping bullying and even further to going around playing with his friends when a psychopath wanted their asses. He went from a disgusting person to a reckless adult.

I said it before and I'll say it again: Death Eaters are not racists. Comparing them would ignore how black people were forcefully taken from their countries, forced to do labour, then got persecuted more after slavery ended, which is not comparable to fictional classism.

Also you cannot separate a James and Severus as "people vs characters" because they're fictional characters, this claim is actually so dumb I'm sick of hearing it.

Can you call someone great when they traumatized people back when they were younger and didn't regret it for shit?

I'm sorry but if I hear that "oh yeah that person you looooove? They actually stripped their bully victims in front of their whole school" I would stop loving that person and will resent them because nothing and I mean nothing can get me to forgive a sexual assaulter.

Lily: I'm so happy you changed.  James: If you mean that I'll still bully people behind your back and no one will care because I'm a pretty boy jock Pureblood in Gryffindor by change, than hell yeah I changed Lily: wat???

Opps. My hand slipped.

sorry for the poor hand writing and the setchyness

Basically, my response to all the Snape bashing in favor for James. 

[ms-snape]

Hi could you please write an imagine in which snaps and reader are together, reader grew up in a muggle house, didn’t go to a wizarding school therefore doesn’t know a whole lot about magic. Somehow they find out the other has powers and Snape takes it upon himself to teach her everything.

Title: Magic?

Warning: None

Words Count: 2000+

Masterlist

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Severus Snape was a man who kept his life meticulously ordered—every detail tightly controlled, every secret well-guarded. His flat in Spinner’s End reflected that precision: shelves lined with books on obscure topics, an assortment of jars containing rare herbs and powders, and not a single item out of place. For years, his life had been predictable, secluded, and exactly as he preferred it.

Until Y/N.

She had appeared one rainy autumn afternoon, moving into the house near his with a clatter of boxes and the faint sound of her laughter through the place. He’d paid her no mind at first, assuming she was just another ordinary muggle passing through the neighborhood. But Y/N had a way of quietly insinuating herself into his life, her warmth and curiosity chipping away at the walls he had spent years constructing.

It started with small conversations, then turned into shared cups of tea on dreary afternoons. Severus found himself drawn to her despite his better judgment, captivated by her wit and her ability to see through his sharp exterior without fear. Before long, her presence became a comfort he didn’t know he needed.

But Severus Snape was no ordinary man, and secrets like his had a way of complicating even the simplest of relationships.

The first time Severus noticed something unusual about Y/N, it was during one of their many tea sessions. She had been recounting a frustrating encounter with a nosy coworker, her voice tinged with exasperation, when the sugar bowl on the table suddenly slid toward her without anyone touching it.

Severus froze, his sharp black eyes narrowing as he watched the bowl settle.

Y/N, however, seemed entirely unaware. She simply reached for the sugar and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

The incident lingered in Severus’s mind for days. It wasn’t an isolated occurrence. As their relationship deepened, he began to notice more of these oddities.

One evening, while she was cooking dinner, she muttered under her breath about needing a spoon. A drawer across the room creaked open, and a wooden spoon floated out, landing neatly on the counter. She had stared at it in confusion for a moment before shaking her head and muttering something about exhaustion.

Then there was the time they had gotten into a mild argument. The moment her voice rose, the lights flickered ominously, and a glass on the counter shattered. Y/N had apologized profusely, blaming her clumsiness, but Severus couldn’t ignore the growing evidence.

She was no ordinary muggle.

He debated telling her for weeks, but every time he tried, the words caught in his throat. How could he explain magic to someone who had lived her entire life unaware of its existence? More importantly, how could he tell her that she might possess magic of her own?

As he hesitated, Y/N’s curiosity began to grow. She wasn’t blind to his odd behaviors—the way he seemed to know things he shouldn’t, the strange ingredients she occasionally glimpsed in his kitchen, or the books with titles written in languages she couldn’t understand.

It all came to a head one fateful evening.

Severus had been in his study, absorbed in a particularly complex potion, when Y/N’s voice broke through his concentration.

“Severus, can I ask you something?”

He looked up, his expression unreadable. “What is it?”

She stepped into the room, holding a thick, leather-bound book in her hands. His heart sank as he recognized it immediately.

“Where did you get that?” he asked sharply.

“It was on the shelf,” she replied, her brow furrowed. “I was looking for something to read, and this caught my eye. But… Severus, what is this? It’s not just a book, is it?”

He rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate. “Y/N,” he began, his voice measured, “that is not something you should have been reading.”

“Why not?” she pressed. “It’s not like I can understand half of it. But the parts I do understand…” She flipped the book open, pointing to a page filled with detailed instructions for a potion. “This talks about powdered unicorn horn and asphodel. These aren’t… normal things, are they?”

Severus stared at her, his mind racing. There was no more hiding it.

“No,” he said finally. “They are not.”

She waited, her expression a mixture of confusion and determination. “Then explain it to me. Please.”

And so he did.

Severus spent the next hour explaining everything—the wizarding world, Hogwarts, and his own role as a potions master. He spoke of magic and its many forms, carefully observing her reaction as he revealed the truth he had kept hidden for so long.

Y/N listened in stunned silence, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. When he finished, she exhaled a shaky breath.

“So… you’re a wizard,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“And you’ve been hiding this from me the entire time we’ve known each other?”

“I was protecting you,” he said, his tone defensive. “The less you knew, the safer you were.”

She frowned, her gaze piercing. “Safe from what?”

“From the dangers of my world,” he replied. “Magic is not always a gift. It can be a burden—a dangerous one.”

Y/N shook her head, her expression softening. “Severus, I understand why you wanted to protect me. But don’t you think I deserve to know the truth? Especially if…” She hesitated, her voice faltering.

“If what?” he prompted.

“If I’m part of it too,” she said quietly.

Severus’s eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”

She looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously. “I’ve always had… strange things happen around me. Things I couldn’t explain. I thought I was just unlucky or clumsy, but… after what you’ve told me, I don’t know anymore.”

He studied her carefully, his mind racing. He had suspected as much, but hearing her say it aloud confirmed what he had been reluctant to admit.

“Y/N,” he said slowly, “it is possible that you are not a muggle.”

Her eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he continued, “that you may be a witch.”

___

The morning light filtered softly through the windows of Severus’s flat, illuminating the scattered remnants of the night before: a few spell books left open on the table, a candle burned low in its holder, and a single white feather resting in the middle of the room. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her brow furrowed in concentration as she waved a borrowed wand at the feather.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” she muttered, her tone deliberate.

The feather trembled slightly but refused to lift. Instead, it skidded a few inches across the wooden floor.

“Again,” Severus instructed from his chair, his tone calm but firm.

Y/N sighed, gripping the wand tighter. “I’ve said it at least twenty times. Why isn’t it working?”

“Because,” he replied, “you’re trying to force it. Magic requires control, yes, but also intention. You cannot simply will it into being. You must feel it, allow it to flow.”

She groaned, letting her head drop forward in frustration. “This is harder than it looks.”

Severus set down the book he’d been thumbing through and moved to sit beside her on the floor. His presence was steadying, his dark eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its usual edge, “no one masters magic overnight. Even the most talented witches and wizards stumble when they first begin.”

“But I can’t even levitate a feather,” she muttered, her tone tinged with disappointment.

“Progress is not measured by perfection,” he said, reaching out to gently tilt her chin so she was looking at him. “Every spell, no matter how small, is a step forward.”

She gave him a small, tentative smile, and he allowed himself a rare moment of softness, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Come,” he said, standing and offering her his hand. “Let’s try again.”

For the next hour, Y/N practiced under Severus’s watchful eye. Each attempt was met with either a subtle correction or a murmured word of encouragement. When she managed to lift the feather a few inches off the ground, she let out a triumphant laugh, her excitement lighting up the room.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, turning to Severus.

He allowed himself a small, approving smile. “Indeed, you did.”

Unable to contain her excitement, she threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him off balance. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing, his hands resting awkwardly on her back.

“You’re a surprisingly affectionate student,” he remarked dryly, though the faintest hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

“And you’re a surprisingly patient teacher,” she shot back, grinning.

He shook his head, muttering something about “foolishness,” but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving ever so slightly upward.

As the days turned into weeks, their lessons became a regular routine. Severus taught her simple spells first—lumos to light her wand, accio to summon objects, and even reparo to fix the various things she accidentally broke during her practice.

But not every lesson was smooth.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N was attempting to cast a cleaning charm on a spill she’d made. Instead of vanishing, the liquid exploded outward, splattering both her and Severus with tea.

She gasped, horrified. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Severus!”

He stood there, dripping tea, his expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might be angry, but then he let out a deep sigh and flicked his wand, vanishing the mess in an instant.

“Perhaps,” he said, his tone dry, “we’ll revisit cleaning charms another day.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and to her surprise, Severus’s lips twitched in response.

Despite her occasional missteps, Y/N’s progress was undeniable. With each successful spell, her confidence grew, and Severus found himself strangely proud of her determination.

One evening, as they practiced in the dim light of his study, Y/N managed to conjure a small stream of water from her wand. She let out a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling as she turned to him.

“Did you see that?” she asked, beaming.

“I saw,” he replied, his voice quiet.

Her joy was infectious, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a fleeting kiss, soft and full of gratitude, but it lingered between them like an unspoken promise.

When she pulled back, she looked at him nervously. “Was that okay?”

Severus’s dark eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought he might retreat behind his usual stoicism. But then he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her back—slowly, deliberately, as though he were committing the moment to memory.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re remarkable, Y/N.”

Her heart swelled, and she smiled, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. “So are you, Severus.”

The weeks passed in a blur of lessons, laughter, and quiet moments shared between spells. Y/N still struggled at times—her wand sometimes sparked unpredictably, and her frustration would boil over when a spell refused to cooperate. But Severus was always there, steady and patient, guiding her with a firm but gentle hand.

One evening, as they sat together by the fire, Y/N leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you think I’ll ever be good at this?” she asked softly.

Severus placed a hand over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. “You already are.”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” he said simply.

Y/N smiled, her doubts melting away under his steady gaze. For all his gruffness and guarded nature, Severus had a way of making her feel seen—truly seen.

And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she realized that magic, for all its wonder and mystery, was nothing compared to the love they had found in each other.

[lilithofpenandbook]

The Marauders are fascinating to me in canon BECAUSE of how awful they are. I enjoy hating them! I enjoy Sirius being an awful cruel hypocrite who's completely unaware of it because it's entertaining. I enjoy James being a piece of trash because it's entertaining to hate him. I find Remus fascinating because he's no better than the others despite his sad helpless act. I think Peter's utterly ridiculous and it's hilarious. I enjoy them as villains. I do not condone what they've done to anyone at all, in fact I despise it all, I just enjoy hating them. They're the worst people ever and that's entertaining because it's also fiction.

[sneppu]

"We need more male Abuse Victims in media!" Pls. You couldnt even handle Severus Snape.

[lululuzzz08]

Yes

OOOH but one of my silly headcanons that The Sneep had a really odd/strange mix of manners/etiquette when he was little. i see a lot of fully gremlin baby sneep headcanons, which I love, but consider: baby Sneep who was taught odd and random bits of pureblood etiquette from his mother, and yet was so very feral otherwise, and it creates a mix of mannerisms so confusing to the purebloods that they're just so intrigued. Lucius seeing this clearly feral and stray child at the sorting somehow not only end up in slytherin, but also proceed to act in fully unpredictable ways and for the rest of the day. Lucius is just confused and intrigued because this creature - he eats the soup with impeccable manners and etiquette the likes of which would make any pureblood mother proud, yet He slouches and puts his elbows on the table. He neatly and meticulously, PRECISELY cuts his his chicken into exactly the kind of distinguished bite sized pieces one would expect in polite society with supernatural perfection and poise (foreshadowing of the potioneering prodigy he will later prove to be, perhaps); but then proceeds to shovel them into his mouth with a spoon. In the Dorms, Lucius watches in utter awe, as the sneep neatly and puts away his few possessions with the exact orderliness Lucius himself was taught to have - only for the Sneep to immediately plop into bed afterwards without even getting ready - no change of clothes, no washing up, no NOTHING. theres still a little smudge of gravy on his cheek. Before Lucius can even say anything, the impudent little gremlin cracks open an eye, watches him for a bit and then has the AUDACITY to say "its impolite to stare"... and then pull the curtains shut. (The Sneep not even realizing that this too, is rude). This little creature, so clumsily polite and shy when he was talking to lucius, but becoming such a glaring little menace whenever his peers ask pointed questions about his family.

and from that moment on Lucius knew he had to learn more about this Sneep because what the fuck. Anyway Lucius immediately finds ALL of it hopelessly endearing.

[maxdibert]

Marlene McKinnon: You’re so disgusting Snivellus and nobody likes you.

Severus Snape: Well at least I’m in the books and I’m a main character, though.

[inkyarcturus]

Saw the meme and thought of them <3

[lululuzzz08]

Wait real?? I love these two. Little cuties

Stupid cupid by Montrasity is a must if you’re interested! On ao3. Funniest shit ever

Charity Burbage & Severus Snape