#my severus snape statement

[maxdibert]

Pretty messed up how some people are fans of a creepy and obsessive guy who didn’t care if a man and a child died just so he could get the girl.

Alright, let's break this down, anon, because there's a lot to unpack here.

I think I've mentioned this in several posts already, but I'll repeat it: Severus owed James Potter NOTHING—no compassion, no empathy, no mercy. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. James Potter was a rich, popular brat who abused his social and economic capital to torment a poor, unsupported boy for seven years just because he didn't like him from the moment they met on the train to Hogwarts, and from that moment on, he had it in for him. He was a terrible bully who used his friends to join in on that nasty bullying. So if Snape didn’t care that he died, well, Snape had every right to feel that way. Do you go to victims of domestic violence and tell them they should feel sorry for their abusers? No, right? Well, this is the same thing. James was an abuser, Severus was his victim. Severus did more than enough by not telling Voldemort to torture him to death with Cruciatus, because I would have. Honestly, I don't understand why Snaters always bring up the whole "James was dead and Snape walked over his body" as if it were some horrible thing when, hello! You're talking about an ABUSER being dead, mate. Of course, he walked right over his body—what surprises me is that he didn’t throw a party.

Harry had to die. I know this sounds terrible, but it’s basically what the prophecy indicated. He was a target that Voldemort wasn’t going to let slip away, his fate was sealed. And yes, it’s unethical. And yes, it’s immoral. But the truth is that wars are unethical and highly immoral, and horrible, monstrous decisions are often made. Harry was not an option—asking for mercy for him was pointless because there wasn’t going to be any.

I don’t think Severus ever believed that if James was out of the picture, Lily would go to him or anything like that. I mean, they hadn’t spoken for five years—about six by that time. Severus NEVER harassed or stalked Lily. The only time he went after her was when the whole SWM incident happened, and he tried to apologise. Once she made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, Severus respected her decision, and as far as we know from canon, they never interacted again. So, I don’t think, after six years of not talking, with his supposed former best friend having married and had a child with his personal bully, Severus had many expectations of them ending up in any sort of romantic relationship. I think, quite simply, that Lily always represented the only good part of his childhood—the only happy memories, the only moments of peace amidst the hellish violence he endured at home. I believe this was crucial for someone like him, whose childhood and teenage years were marked by violence, and he wasn’t willing to let the one good thing in his life end up murdered.

I agree that Severus is highly obsessive, but haters tend to frame this in a derogatory way, referring to his "obsession" with Lily, and I think it needs some clarification. Yes, Severus is obsessive, and he’s terribly immature at times, and he overreacts enormously when confronted with something that really triggers him (just look at how quickly he loses his temper with Sirius, for instance). This is obviously because he’s someone who never had the opportunity to grow up normally or develop cognitively as he should have, because his whole life was marked by violence. His home life was violent, and at school, he endured violence, and then at 20 years old, he handed his soul over to Dumbledore’s cause and had to work for nearly two decades at a school that was the epicentre of many of his traumas. He literally had neither the spaces nor the environments needed to heal and grow into a functional adult, and you can clearly see this in his behaviour. I’ve always said Severus is more of a diva than the cold, mysterious character people often make him out to be in fanon. To me, he’s someone who, on a personal level, hasn’t been able to grow emotionally in a healthy way and doesn’t know how to manage certain situations, especially those tied to his emotional issues. That said, I also don’t think he was romantically and/or sexually obsessed with Lily. I do think he loved her or was infatuated with her in his youth—first love, crush, whatever. But I don’t believe his need to avenge her death was due to romantic or obsessive love. I think it’s more about his obsession with repaying his debt to her. Severus always felt partially responsible for Lily’s death, and that’s where his obsession lies: it’s not that he’s obsessed with her, per se, but with the fact that he feels guilty for what happened. He feels, in some way, responsible for the death of the one person who showed him kindness, affection, and care during his childhood, which made her the most important person in his life at one point. And guilt often leads to obsession, much like grief that is not properly processed, and I don’t think that kind of obsession is creepy. I think it’s a very human kind of obsession.

Lastly, I don’t find Severus creepy at all. Why is he creepy? I mean, Harry was running around with his invisibility cloak, spying on everyone. The Marauders had A BLOODY MAP that allowed them to track everyone at Hogwarts 24/7 like some kind of magical GPS. Is Severus really the creepy one here? There are literally Animagi who turn into animals to spy on people—I have to laugh at the whole creepy argument.

That being said, if you’re going to come into my DMs to complain about Severus, at least bring some convincing arguments because it’s a bit tiresome hearing the same nonsense over and over again.

[starlight-sev]

A View From Above (Severus Snape x Reader)

Or, that time you shared New Years Eve with a kindred spirit.

A/N: Happy (belated) holidays! I hope this season treated you well. This is a gentle, fluffy one, a hug in writing form to anyone who may find the holidays to be a struggle. It’s not always an easy time, and I’m thinking of you ❤️

The cold night air bit at your cheeks as you nestled yourself further into the nook of the Astronomy tower. It may have been cramped, and not to mention near freezing, but it had one of the most beautiful viewpoints in the entire castle.

And not to mention the quiet. This was the only place you were able to clear your head properly.

“You’re not off at the party with the rest of the staff.” The sudden remark nearly made you jump, despite being quietly spoken. You shifted in your little corner, looking up to find Severus standing a few feet away. He wore his trademark stern expression, but for a split second you could’ve sworn he was biting back a smirk.

“I thought you were a student, the way you’re all crammed up in there.” Severus nodded to your little corner, and this time a tiny smile did make it to his face. “I was ready to take points away and send you to detention in the morning.”

You snorted, pushing yourself up out of your corner to properly greet your coworker. While you wouldn’t go so far as to call Severus your friend (he’d have your head if you did, probably), you felt… comfortable around him. It was more than could be said about the other staff.

“Drew the short straw and got put on patrol, I guess?” You asked, stretching your legs a little as you moved to lean against the guardrail of the tower. Severus followed suit as he settled in beside you, scoffing.

“They’ve come to know over the years that I never attend Dumbledore’s bloody holiday parties. Since I don’t go, I get patrol duty. It’s become… an unspoken rule.”

Severus paused, gazing curiously at you.

“Had I known you wouldn’t be attending tonight’s party either,” he continued slowly. “I would’ve volunteered you for patrol tonight.”

“Why?” You retorted with a small laugh. “Missing out on the festivities now, after the fact?”

“No,” Severus drawled. He rolled his eyes at you, but you caught the small huff of a laugh that left him. “It would be nice to celebrate the new year in peace. Alone. Like you’re doing now.”

“Well…” you thought for a moment. “You can stay here with me. I won’t say a word, it’ll be like you’re alone.”

As you looked out at the lake, you caught Severus turn to gaze at you properly out of your peripheral vision. Heat crept up to your cheeks, and you kept your gaze on the water below.

“You went away for the holidays.”

You blinked in surprise, finally turning to meet Severus’s gaze.

“I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.”

He nodded. “But you came back early. classes don’t start for almost another week.”

Despite the constant statements, your co-worker’s dark eyes were filled with questions. You usually appreciated Severus and his matter-of-fact nature, but things were feeling… too close.

“My family.” You sighed, not wanting to go into too much detail. “The holidays are hard. I go visit because I have to, but this year was too much.”

You braced yourself for more questions, but to your surprise Severus simply nodded.

“The holidays are godawful.” He murmured.

“Is that why you never go home for Christmas and New Years?”

Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line. Now he was the one to keep his gaze on the lake below.

“Let’s just say, I’ve burned many bridges over the years.”

You gazed at him, watching the way memories of his past left a murky darkness in his eyes. You shuffled over a bit more, instinctively wanting to provide some sort of comfort, to let him know you understood. To your surprise, Severus didn’t step away.

“Want to know why I come up here?” You asked softly. Severus raised an eyebrow in question.

You beckoned him back over to your little corner a few feet away, and crouched down to the small window.

“Here, squeeze in,” you murmured, tucking your knees in and wrapping your arms around your legs. Severus glared at you skeptically.

“You’re much smaller than I am.”

“Oh, stop it. You’ll fit. Come on. Just tuck your legs in a bit.”

A ragged sigh and an unintelligible grumble later, Severus was crammed into your little spot beside you. You were surprised at how warm he was, despite the cold air that drifted around you.

“See there? Down there, to the right?” You pointed through the window to a far-away cluster of tiny lights. “It’s a village. Right at midnight, they set off the most beautiful fireworks. From here, they’re so small, it’s like watching them from space almost. It’s nice, without all the noise and chaos of actually being there.”

You glanced quickly at the time and smiled. “It’ll be midnight soon. Not much longer now.”

“You can’t- argh, my leg-” Severus cut himself off as he shifted positions, trying to fit beside you comfortably. Your knees knocked together and you tried your best to shuffle in further to give him a bit more space. Your hands brushed together as a result, and you fought to ignore the way your heart jumped.

“You can’t see this from anywhere else more comfortable?” He asked, his voice strained. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“No. The lookout doesn’t stretch this far. If you’re lucky you’ll maybe catch one or two fireworks if they go astray, but this is the only place where you can see them all.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, save for Severus shifting every now and then to keep his legs from cramping up as he sat beside you.

“Have you ever been kissed on New Year’s?” You murmured softly, resting your hand against your cheek. The look of surprise on Severus’s face mirrored your own feelings as you realize what you just said. You expected Severus to scoff at you in his usual tone, but to his surprise he shook his head.

“No. I suppose going to parties would’ve certainly helped with that, however.”

You held back a laugh, only to let it bubble up as Severus glanced at you with perhaps the only warm smile you’d ever seen him show.

“And you?”

“Yes,” you answered softly. “But it was… odd. It felt forced. We were both drunk.”

“How romantic.” You laughed once more at the sarcasm that was evident in Severus’s reply. “You’re really selling the tradition from how you’ve described it.”

“You’ve really never been kissed at midnight?”

“Was my first answer not clear enough?”

Despite the biting reply, there was laughter in his eyes.

“No, just… I’m surprised, that’s all. It’s something everyone should experience just once.”

“So is getting hungover, but you don’t see me scrambling to experience it ever again. Besides, who are you to talk? You just said your New Year’s kiss was awful.”

“I never said that!” You protested, only to receive another signature glare. “It was just…”

Severus snorted. “Certainly wasn’t good, from the sound of it.”

“Okay fine,” you sighed, running your hands over your face. “It wasn’t good. But it wasn’t awful either.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

You laughed, elbowing Severus teasingly. To your surprise, he nudged you back gently.

“I’m glad it was you that found me up here.” You murmured, pulling your knees a little closer to your chest. Severus gazed at you, smirking.

“Why? Filius or even Minerva would’ve enjoyed this spot. At least they would’ve fit.”

“Not that.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just… you’re the only one I feel I can be myself around. Like now. I’d never be able to talk about this kind of thing with anyone else.”

Severus gazed at you silently, his eyebrows knitting into a tiny frown as he processed your words.

“Sorry. That came out of nowhere.”

“Don’t apologize.” He replied softly. He didn’t say anything more, but there was a comforting warmth that filled his eyes. No words were exchanged, but you felt as though you understood.

A tiny spark flashed in the corner of your eye, and you glanced out the window as tiny fireworks bloomed in the distance.

“Oh.” You gasped softly. “We missed the countdown. It’s midnight.”

“Mm. So it is.”

You turned your gaze to Severus, whose gaze was fully absorbed in the fireworks. The conversation from a few minutes earlier ran through your mind, and you leaned forward to press a tiny kiss to Severus‘s cheek. He gazed at you, bewildered.

“Happy New Year.” You managed to squeak out. The shock faded from his eyes, and it was replaced by that familiar warmth as he softened. Severus dipped his head respectfully in acknowledgement.

“Happy New Year.”

The two of you sat together in silence, watching the fireworks. Then, to your surprise, Severus tapped your arm lightly.

“This, us tonight, stays up here?”

To your surprise, it wasn’t a statement. You could see there was a bit of nervousness in his eyes. You nodded.

“Yes. Of course. This is our secret. Why do you ask?”

The air felt heavy for a moment as Severus paused in thought, before closing the already-small distance between the two of you. He pressed his lips softly to yours, caressing your face with both of his hands. In the back of your mind, it hit you that he was gentle and calculated in literally everything he did, not just potions. It made your head spin, and your heart race.

The fireworks were over by the time the two of you pulled away. Severus let his gaze fall away, but you caught his hands in yours before he could pull away completely. You squeezed his hands reassuringly to let him know it was okay, and he returned your action with a kind smile.

“Hopefully that… wasn’t as awful as your last New Year’s kiss?”

You let out a giggle, and felt a rush of pure joy run through you as Severus shared your laughter.

“That was, by far, the best. And hopefully not the last?” You added shyly.

In response, Severus leaned in and kissed you again.

[keepmycandleburning]

I've thought a lot about Voldemort's speaking style in order to write dialogue for him. First of all, he typically speaks formally without using contractions. You can see this in the majority of his dialogue. But sometimes when he's teasing someone or joking (the next few examples too), he does use contractions:

Or when he's copying someone:

At the DE meeting in DH ch 1, Voldemort only uses one contraction the entire time, when he's saying this to Bellatrix:

In the graveyard, he seems to be putting on quite the dramatic performance. He has a speaking quirk where he repeatedly asks (mostly rhetorical) questions in a certain style, with a structure of 'is it not?' 'did you not?' 'will you not?' Typically with a name right after: did you not, Wormtail? He's doing this over and over and over in the graveyard scene:

It's so recognizable and so characteristic that I love to make my Voldemort speak this way. It's so him. And it's a fascinating thing because of how affirmation-seeking it is. He doesn't just make his statements, he has to actively draw the other person into it with this provocative questioning where he's almost daring them to disagree with him. Interestingly, in the rest of the series I think he only uses this structure once, to Bellatrix in ch 1 of DH.

Voldemort uses people's names very frequently when he's addressing them. This mirrors how the majority of the Death Eaters use a formal title for Voldemort every single time (or very close) they speak to him. See how frequently he uses Lucius's name here:

The only thing Voldemort ever (in the canon era obv) calls Peter Pettigrew is Wormtail. Voldemort calls most DEs by their last names: Yaxley, Avery, Rookwood, Rowle, Dolohov, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott; and some by their first names: Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Severus. He is also on consistent first name terms (I mean... not reciprocally) with Bellatrix (and even nickname terms with 'Bella,' something she's only otherwise called by her sister, her brother in law, and her family house-elf), which notably remains consistent even in Voldemort's internal monologue that calls Lucius 'Lucius Malfoy' when the cup is stolen and just 'Malfoy' in the Shrieking Shack—and also note how in the Shrieking Shack Voldemort calls Snape 'Snape' when speaking to Lucius, and that later in the Shack Voldemort's internal monologue calls him 'Snape' even when out loud he's saying Severus. I'm not sure to what degree this is just the writing style of the books but to me it's notable because these sections are from Voldemort's POV.

On the note of names, Voldemort speaks of himself in third person as 'Lord Voldemort,' typically as a fear/power tactic, and also as 'he':

He frequently warns people not to lie to him (and calls them out for lying, like Wormtail in GoF 1 and Lucius in DH 1):

Voldemort tells a lot of jokes, most often at the expense of other people and for his own entertainment or the entertainment of his Death Eaters. He has a teasing, clever sense of humor:

I would have to make a whole post to show all the moments of Voldemort being funny as hell. Maybe I will...

Voldemort is often described as speaking quietly and softly (and the verbs whisper and breathe are used), so much so that multiple times his voice is barely audible (but also see the above quote where his voice remains audible even though it's quiet):

In GoF, he speaks lazily (he's also described as moving lazily, and looking relaxed in the Slughorn memory, and as 'gliding' when he walks). In DH, he screams multiple times to express negative emotions, typically fear. His voice is described as a hiss, and as 'sibilant.' And of course, high and cold and clear. He spoke differently when he was young, and super differently at the orphanage, but that's a whole new post.

Voldemort has distinctive mannerisms. He tilts his head a little to one side:

He holds wands delicately:

He paces, in the graveyard and in the Shrieking Shack. He's often in dim lighting (can his slit pupils see in the dark, like a cat?), and is drawn to be near fire (for warmth?): in the Riddle House, at the Death Eater meeting, in the Forbidden Forest. He laughs and smiles, again often at other people's expense. He's in general a very expressive person, which you can see in his face (so many examples. In his meeting with Dippet he even looks nervous and his face reddens) and eyes (wide with astonishment in the graveyard; pupils contract to thin slits when he's shocked) and nostrils (dilating with excitement lol). And he has this one weird facial expression he does when he's really happy:

When Voldemort was a child, he was tall, thin, and pale with jet-black hair and dark eyes, and looked a lot like his father. He was described as very handsome consistently.

In the scene with Hepzibah Smith (late 1940s or 50s), his hair is a little longer than it was at Hogwarts, and his cheeks are hollowed, but he looks even more handsome. He's pale in a way that makes Hepzibah think he's overworked. And his eyes become red when he's feeling a strong emotion.

In the interview scene with Dumbledore (around 1968), his appearance is drastically different:

Notably here, it's not just his irises that are red, it's his entire eyes.

As Dumbledore says in HBP (unless he's wrong/lying...), Voldemort's appearance is changing because of his repeated Horcrux creation. After this interview, he has around 13 years for his appearance to continue changing; note that at no point of the First War was Voldemort handsome (directly stated in above quote).

I'm running out of image space LOL, but it's really important that in the graveyard, Voldemort directly states that he got his 'old body back':

The potion that revived him gave him his old body. The way he looks in the graveyard is how he looked on Halloween 1981. This is also supported by Voldemort looking this same way in book 1 when possessing Quirrell, by the DEs immediately recognizing him, and by the Ministry workers immediately recognizing him in OotP. Also in the Halloween 1981 flashback, Voldemort's face scares a child, and he's described as having a 'white hand.' His skin is described as 'white' post-resurrection, but only as 'pale' at the DADA interview & earlier, which again implies that by 1981 he looked the way he did in the 90s. Also, at the interview his voice is already 'higher and colder,' which means his voice was a gradual change too.

And the way he looks is:

(Notice how it's the exact same face Harry recognizes.)

In GoF, OotP, and DH, Voldemort is described as:

-tall

-skeletally thin, with a gaunt face (very likely not muscular)

-white skin

-scarlet eyes with vertical slit pupils like a cat (also described as wide, red, bright red, livid, blank, pitiless, gleaming) (remember the whites of his eyes became red too)

-a flat nose with slits for nostrils like a snake

-lipless mouth

-masklike face

-snakelike in appearance, likened to a skull; flattened, serpentine face

-large hands with noticeably, unnaturally long fingers (compared to spiders)

-His eyes gleam in the darkness (GoF) and he's so pale he seems to glow (DH 1 'so pale that he seemed to emit a pearly glow,' DH 32 'the pallor of him gleaming slightly in the semidarkness').

-He wears black (hooded) robes and black cloaks.

-He is described only once as 'hairless,' and not until DH 1: 'his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes whose pupils were vertical.' Voldemort is never described as 'bald,' despite the fact that a number of characters are called bald and balding throughout the books (none of which are ever also described as 'hairless'), and notably it's Voldemort's 'face' specifically that's described as hairless, which is odd. He's specifically described as black-hooded in OotP at the Ministry, so I can only assume he's dressed similarly in the graveyard and that's why. IDK why his head situation isn't described at the DADA interview. If you saw one of my author's notes on Keep My Candle Burning, you will know that when I was a child I guess I was either imagining him in the earlier books before I read to DH (or saw the films), or I missed the single word 'hairless' description that's only given once, and I was imagining Voldemort having black hair as he was described in his youth. There's something strange about this and I almost don't know what to make of it. If he's bald, why doesn't it say so clearly, and earlier, and more than once (like how his eyes are described probably a dozen or more times, and his long fingers, and his white skin)? I kind of wonder if this was decided after, like because of the films or something? Lol anyways... enough heresy...

-He's never described as having long fingernails, fangs (LOL), a forked snake tongue (LOL), any unnatural skin things like scales (LOL), or as not wearing shoes. (Other than in the graveyard where he doesn't appear to put shoes on, or underwear...) But you can write him however pleases you

[bluekidchaos]

Hey there, stranger

a little valentine's treat a day late

Pairing: Severus Snape x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, roleplaying, pretend one-night stand?, rough sex, degrading & praise, name-calling (slut, whore), pet names (darling, dear), tiny amount of public sex, fingering, creampie, slight mentions of appearance but its mostly abt the outfit, also not mentioned too much but i imagined sev in the sluttiest outfit a man can wear, an all-black turtleneck and suit combo, also excuse my extremely generic attempts at flirting in this

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Can also be read on AO3!

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Severus looked out over the small crowd at the bar, people who spent Valentine's on their own, all keeping each other company. He had a good view of the entire bar and front door from the corner he sat in, sweeping his eyes over the room occasionally.

Taking another sip of his whiskey his eyes landed on the door as a woman walked in. Her outfit was revealing but not in an obvious way, the dress exposed her legs and fit her snuggly without being overly tight. Enhancing her features but not advertising them.

Severus noticed that she carried herself with a lot of confidence. Her head held high as she walked over to the bar and taking a seat while removing her jacket, showing off a big expanse of skin as her dress was backless.

The woman ordered a cocktail at the bar before turning around and taking in the crowd. Her gaze swept over the people in the room, noting the various states of inebriation until she settled on Severus.

The two locked eyes for just a moment before the bartender got the woman's attention again to give her the drink. She gave a glance over her shoulder at Severus again before engaging in some small talk with the bartender.

The bartender was a handsome older man, clearly someone who had taken care of himself throughout the years. He was leaning against the bar on one elbow talking to the woman, smiling at what she said, and letting her touch his arm when she laughed at a joke.

Seeing her flirt with the bartender ignited something in Severus. He could feel jealousy bubbling up in him watching this woman get attention from someone else. Before he could think about it Severus was striding over to the corner of the bar the woman was sitting at.

"Another whiskey, please." The barman sneered at him for disrupting their conversation but Severus paid him no mind. He was already turned to the woman, looking her up and down quickly before greeting her.

"What is a beautiful woman like yourself doing in a place like this? And on Valentine's Day too?" The bartender had slid Severus his drink by now and he brought it up to his mouth to take a sip.

It didn't escape his notice that the woman's eyes followed his movements and her gaze flickered to his mouth for a moment before locking back on his eyes.

"Had plans but my date stood me up. Figured I'd drink my disappointment away." She raised her glass to drink the rest of the liquid and gave him a smile. "What about you? You're not exactly hard on the eyes, why are you here all alone?"

Severus scoffed at her statement, "No one to celebrate with, guess I'm here for the same reason as you then. I'm Severus, by the way"

She lifted her new drink towards him with another smile, "Cheers to us then, Severus."

He clinked her glass gently and their eyes never diverted from each other while drinking.

-

"Hard to believe anyone would stand you up, you're quite the woman." Severus and the woman were sitting by the table he sat at earlier, chairs close to each other, their thighs barely touching. He reached a hand up to place a wild strand of hair behind her ear as she grinned at him. "He must be a very stupid man to do so."

The alcohol had made them both touchy, her hand rested on his thigh as she leaned forward to whisper, "He was no one, I really just wanted to get laid tonight." Before erupting into a fit of giggling.

If all his blood wasn't rushing to his crotch right now Severus could imagine he would be blushing at her admission. But the alcohol and her touch on his leg were getting to him, he'd never felt so alive before.

Without thinking too much about it his hand that was still hovering by her head circled around it and pulled her into him in a passionate kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues chasing after each other before quickly pulling back to gauge her reaction.

Her hand was clenched over his leg now, grip tight on him while she tried to catch her breath but she didn't say anything, just looking at him with a heavy gaze.

"Take me home." Was all she said after what was probably several minutes.

Severus took another 30 seconds to gather himself before standing up, helping her put her jacket on, and leading her outside. He couldn't help casting a glare at the bartender as they left together.

The second they hit the cold air outside she was on him again, pressing herself against his body making him stumble back and hit the wall. Her hands were in his hair, pulling softly as she captured his lips in a messy kiss.

Severus' hands gripped her waist. The street they were on wasn't very busy but he still didn't wanna risk anyone seeing them so he gently guided them into the alley next to the bar, into the darkness.

Now pressing her into the wall his hand started gliding up and down her body, groping at her breasts and ass whenever he reached them. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress and decided to use the fact to pinch her nipples before squeezing her again.

The woman was moaning into the kiss while he touched all over her, her own hand sliding down to squeeze him through his pants.

Severus broke the kiss to catch his breath, forehead resting against hers. He almost felt dizzy, letting out grunts and groans as her hand worked over him.

He pushed one of his knees between her legs, grinding it up into her core every time she squeezed his cock.

Her head fell back against the cold stone wall and she moaned out loud as he put pressure right where she needed it.

With more access to her throat, Severus started kissing and nipping at it. Hoping to leave some kind of trace behind, making sure she remembered him the next day.

They were both so lost in the moment they were startled when some loud voices passed them, realizing they were still in public Severus told her to hold onto him before apparating them to his home.

Once inside Severus shrugs off the suit jacket he had been wearing before grabbing the back of her thighs and telling her to jump.

Her legs wrap around him and she finds his mouth again for a quick but searing kiss before he walks them to the nearest flat surface, which happens to be the couch.

Severus places her down on the couch and gets on top of her while kissing her again, he's leaving trails of kisses from her mouth to her tits and letting himself suck bruises into her skin from time to time.

One hand is gripping his hair and she's bucking into him, pushing her tits onto him. "Please, please touch me.." She sounds out of breath and slightly pathetic, just how Severus likes it.

He smirks against her skin as he drags his hands up her body, "Where do you want me to touch? Here?" his hands land on her breasts and squeezes them hard.

She squirms under him but shakes her head, "N- no..". She's bucking her hips now, grinding onto his bulge to get some friction.

He laughs at her attempts and slides a hand to hold her hips down as the other hand slips under the hem of her dress making contact with her soaked panties. "Want me to touch you here then?" He didn't move his hand until she whimpered out a yes.

The woman tried lifting her hips again to grind into the palm of his hand but his grip on her was tight, she was secretly hoping it would leave a bruise on her. His hold didn't relent until she answered him and only then did he move his hand.

Severus continued to kiss all over her neck and throat as he slipped his fingers past her underwear and circled her clit roughly with his thumb while sinking two thick fingers into her cunt.

"Fu-uck, mmh so good, Sev." She was looking up at him with a fucked out expression and he couldn't help but place a tender kiss on her lips. She was so beautiful under him.

His head dropped to her shoulder as he felt her clench around his fingers, her juices were already coating his hand and her thighs. "Merlin, you're so wet already. Is this all for me, darling?"

Severus started moving his finger in and out of her making sure to curl them and using his thumb to rub over her clit while he did.

She nodded dumbly at him, she tried forming an answer but all that came out were moans and whimpers as his long fingers hit that spot inside her that made her clench her thighs around his hand.

"What a good slut you are, getting so wet for a stranger. I could just fuck you right now, barely need any prep." His fingers were moving faster and he was rubbing her clit with every thrust.

Her dress straps had fallen off her shoulder with all the movement, exposing her bare breasts to him.

"Ye-es, yes, please fuck me, please!" Her voice pitched at the end of her sentence as Severus took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. The combined sensations made her climax hard against his hand.

Severus slowed his movements down a bit as she trashed under him but his voice was soft as he talked her through it. "There you are, so good for me, darling."

When he finally slipped out of her she collapsed back into the couch while trying to catch her breath. Letting her gaze fall over him more properly now she noticed he was still wearing his sweater and meekly tried to start removing it.

He chuckled at her attempt before helping her and removing his sweater while looking down at her gently. He brushed the tousled hair from her face, "You okay?"

She just nodded up at him as her hands started roaming his body, dragging her nails down his chest before beginning to undo his belt.

Severus stopped her hands, "Turn around." He instructed and she was more than happy to follow orders tonight.

While he stood up from the couch to remove his belt and pull down his pants and underwear she flipped herself over on her knees and hands, butterflies in her stomach as she had caught a glimpse of his hard cock.

Severus kneeled back on the couch and guided her up so she was kneeling at the edge and leaning onto the backrest while he stood behind her.

Her dress was already bunched up at her mid-drift and he didn't wanna bother with the underwear so he used magic to remove them.

When she noticed the cold air hit her she looked back at him frowning, "Hey, that was my favorite pair!"

He arched his brow at her while pulling her hips back into him while holding himself. His cock dragged over her slit, nudging her clit when he pushed forward. "What was that?"

She wanted to say something snarky back but the feeling of him dragging over her clit was too much, she could feel herself gushing over him. "Nevermind, just fuck me."

Severus lined up with her entrance, his tip almost slotting into her perfectly. But he didn't push in, he tutted at her. "Tsk, what happened with that attitude, you were being so good and nice all evening and now you're demanding things like a common whore." He pulled his hips back again, "Say. Please."

She could try all she wanted to move herself back but he held her steady right where she was. "I'm sorry! Please, please, just.. please." She could barely recognize her voice it sounded so pathetic and pleading, but it worked, Severus finally pushed himself into her, and he filled her up perfectly.

He pushed all the way in immediately, filling her up in one go. Severus swore he died and went to heaven he'd never felt anything so good before. The way her whole body relaxed the second he was inside her, her clenching down on him while trying to get used to the feeling.

It felt like the couch was gonna break under her tight grip, or maybe she felt like she was gonna break under him. Either way, it felt so good to be filled by him.

"You're doing so good, my dear. Fuck, can I move?"

She whined under him, "Yes, yeah." she tried looking back at him, trying to catch a glimpse of him but he pulled back and drove back into her quickly, setting a brutal pace right from the beginning. And Merlin did she love it.

The slap of their hips and the obscene wet noises coming from where they connected rang through the small living room. Her breathy moans spurred him on to go faster if that was even possible.

Severus leaned his body on top of hers, making her have to lean down further onto the backrest which changed the angle and he somehow slipped even deeper into her.

"Ah! Oh shit," her eyes rolled back as he started rubbing her clit again. She hadn't even noticed him moving his hand in the first place but she was getting dangerously close to the edge again.

With every push and pull of her body, Severus felt himself getting closer, the sounds she was making were like music to his ears. Just feeling the wetness and seeing himself disappearing into her with every thrust made him wanna stay in her forever. But he had a goal and he couldn't stop until he made her cum again and he could tell she was just as close as he was, "Fuck, are you gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over my cock again like a good slut?"

They both moaned out as his words had her clenching down on him hard, "Yes, yes, yes, yes.." All she could do was chant out yes and Sev, all that was on her brain right now was him. All she wanted was for him to fill her up with his seed.

A particular rough thrust paired with the stimulation on her clit had her legs shaking as she came hard around Severus with a cry of his name, she practically collapsed against the couch as he kept fucking her through it, the feeling had him thrown over the edge and he buried himself deep inside her pussy.

She was moving her hips back in small motions and Severus had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her still.

Eventually, he pulled out of her and watched as his come dripped slowly out of her and he groaned at the sight, almost becoming hard again, almost.

He moved to get his wand to clean them both up (and the couch) and get her into some cozy pj's while she laid down on the couch.

Severus just put his underwear back on and removed his pants completely now before lying down behind her and kissing behind her ear and tracing the hickeys on her neck with kisses.

She hummed at the feeling of him behind her and smiled. Turning her head back to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. "We need to do that again."

Dropping his head down he let out a laugh before kissing her again, "Mhh, I love you, and yes."

[loving-daisy]

You Had Me At Hello | Severus Snape x Reader

Young Severus Snape never knew what love was. That was until he met her, his Valentine.

YHMAH Masterlist • loving-daisy masterlist

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Chapter 3: To Resist Those Eyes

Word count: 1,972

“Potions are going to be a lot harder this year than last year, my dear students.” Professor Slughorn, Hogwarts’ current potions master stood in front of the room, informing the whole class. 

“And I really would like to avoid any accidents or any other unpleasant circumstances to arise.” He continued. “That is why starting from today, you’ll be grouped into two and this partnership will last until the end of the year.” 

The room erupted into quiet murmurs, some happy with the fact that in case they’d get in trouble, their partner gets in trouble with them. Or maybe, they were happy with the thought of partnering themselves with someone smart and freeload their way into potions class. Some groaned, including Severus who was not really fond of the idea. 

On second thought, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad at all. That is, if the professor chooses who's going to be partnered up with who. Because if that was the case, Severus wouldn’t have a problem finding anybody to partner up with. Not that he cared, though. In case that the total number of the people taking this class was odd, he’d be happy to work alone. He was better off alone anyways. 

“Fortunately for everybody, you get to pick your own partner.” Severus let out another quiet groan at the statement. “So quickly, children. Pick your partner and table!” The professor urged, eyes observing the class as students diverged and converged. 

After a lot of thinking in a short period of time, Severus decided to just stay in the table he currently is using. There’s no point in finding anybody. Someone will come, eventually. You just got to wait for it. 

Truthfully, the quiet boy didn’t really expect anybody. But he really really didn’t expect it to be “Valentine?” he quietly mused, confused as to why the girl people branded as the Slytherin Sweetheart took a seat beside him when she could’ve picked someone else. Severus wondered why the girl didn’t partner with her own friends. The blonde twins? The boy on the quidditch team? The girl who owned a bird? Or maybe even someone else! Someone else but him. 

The girl turned to face Severus, looking at him directly, eye to eye as she softly greeted “Hello, Severus.” 

The boy didn’t know what was written behind the girl’s eyes but never in his life did he feel so drawn to somebody else’s eyes. Aside from Lily’s bright one, of course. 

“Why are you here?” He shyly asked, trying the best as he could to not make his tone seem rude and ungrateful. 

Y/N Valentine sent him a small smile, showing off her pearly whites. “Because I’m going to be your partner for potions starting today?” She carefully suggested as if it wasn't obvious as to why she was seated beside him. 

Severus’ curiosity got the best of him. He didn’t mean to ask another question but he couldn’t help it. He just had to know why she would pick him when nobody ever does. “Why me?”

The girl gave him a small shrug before turning her attention back to the potions professor, who was starting to explain the specific qualities of the potion that they were going to brew today. “Because you’re my friend and you’re the best in potions.” 

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Y/N Valentine’s bold move resulted in a couple of uncertain glances and visible confusion from the girl’s friends. I mean, it really wasn’t a big deal. Valentine and Snape were housemates after all.

Also, it wasn’t like the students of the Slytherin house cared about whoever got partnered up with the girl. It’s not like Y/N Valentine was popular. Sure, she’s what they call the Slytherin Sweetheart but she’s not a Greengrass or a Black or a Lestrange. She was a pureblood but she wasn’t Slytherin royalty like them. In fact, that's the reason why she got her nickname - She was not like them. Well, aside from her last name. A lot really liked her last name. 

However, it just happens for Y/N’s friends to have the same prejudice as that one specific group of Gryffindors against Severus Snape. Most people in Slytherin thought the boy was smart and mysterious but that’s it. There really wasn’t anything special about Severus Snape. 

“What’s going on with you and Severus Snape?” The girl’s friend, the boy who happened to be one of Slytherin’s chasers in the quidditch team, interrogated her. His hands on his hips as if he was a father scolding his child. 

Valentine lifted her chin to face the tall boy, her features displaying an innocent look. “Nothing. We’re just friends.” she expressed nonchalantly. 

“Woah.” One of the blonde twins let out. “Never have I thought that Severus Snape was actually capable of having friends.” Commented the other twin. 

Y/N furrowed her brows, arms crossing against her chest. “Don’t be so mean.” She scolded. “He’s actually nice if you get to know him more.” 

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The two Slytherins found themselves at their usual spot in the library. It became their ritual. Whoever would have their class finish earlier would go straight to their usual table at the far end corner. But one wouldn’t start on their homework unless the other arrives. They’d occupy themselves with a book. 

Both had homework laid in front of them but the female was distracted. Her attention was solely focused on the boy in front of her. The boy who knew what she was doing but ignored it, the boy who had his mind occupied with forming cohesive and comprehensive sentences for the essay their potions professor assigned them, occasionally dipping his quill on his ink bottle. Snape knew that Valentine was staring at him. The reason, that he doesn't know. But he chose to ignore it, deciding that the parchment in front of him was more important. But after feeling a little self conscious, he hid his face with his long hair. 

“Aren’t you bothered?” The girl asked. 

Severus didn’t exactly know what she meant but he assumed it was her staring. “I am now, since you asked a question.” He answered, his eyes not leaving his parchment. 

Y/N shook her head, chuckling at the vague answer. “No, I mean...your hair. It covers your face a lot. Doesn’t it bother you? Does it not hinder your line of sight?” 

The boy shook his head “No.”

Silence enveloped the space the two Slytherins were in. The girl continued to stare at the boy in front of her, watching his every move with curious eyes. Severus continued to ignore her, he is halfway finished with his homework after all. It’s not his problem if Y/N Valentine wasted so much time staring at him when she could have been at the same pace as him in the assignment. But the girl finally caught the boy’s attention when the sound of paper being detached was heard. 

Y/N ripped a piece of parchment on her roll, taking out her wand to transfigure the piece into a little black hair tie. 

Severus thought the tie was for herself. He noticed how the girl always had her hair tied up whenever she needed to focus. But he also noticed the usual ribbon the girl used wrapped around her hand. 

Y/N stood from her seat, making her way behind Severus, using her fingers to comb the boy’s raven hair. 

“What are you doing?” Severus asked, surprised. 

“Stay still, Sev. You’ll see.” She answered. With her left hand, Y/N gathered the boy’s hair, using the tie on her right hand to put them in place. 

She retrieved her seat, eyeing the work she did on Severus. “Isn’t that better?” She suggested, finally opening her bottled ink and grabbing a hold of her quill to start on her assignment. 

Thankfully, Severus didn’t react Y/N expected him to, Truthfully, she thought that he’d call her off, scolding her for touching his hair, and put his hair back the way it used to. But he didn’t. He only offered her a small smile. 

Valentine finally got a better look at Severus' features. The boy had a big pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a sharp jawline. He had eyes similar to a black hole; dark and has the tendency to pull you in. Y/N wanted to get lost in them and see the emotions inside. If only she didn’t feel the pull inside her mind and the shield the boy was holding. 

It seems like Severus was skilled at legilimency and occlumency. The girl was amused.

“I get it now.” The boy mumbled, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the essay he was writing.  

“What?” She asked, confused. 

“You're skilled at legilimens and occlumens. That’s why I never get to read what’s on your mind.” 

Y/N shrugged. “Just like you, Sev.” 

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“Why are we here again?” Severus reluctantly asked, grabbing ahold of his black coat to tuck himself further away from the cold. 

The two Slytherins found themselves outside the castle, in Hogsmeade as thick snow fell towards them. The boy had no intention of going out at all. If it weren’t for the personal charms the Slytherin sweetheart possessed, he would have been able to say no. But he just couldn’t resist her bright eyes and curled up lips. Severus just wouldn’t know what to do if he was the reason the light on her eyes turned off or the reason those lips turned into a frown. 

“Every Saturday, they bring out limited edition chocolate frogs! They have all sorts of flavors like dark chocolate, white chocolate, caramel, hazelnut, almond, and strawberry chocolate! It’s hard to get my hands on it alone so I figured that you could help me.” 

“How were you able to get it before then?” 

The girl shrugged. “Pure luck.” She boasted, taking a peek at the shop’s window to know how many frogs were displayed to calculate how she would strategize to get her hands on every flavor there is. 

Severus was amused at the girl’s antics, a small smile displayed on his features. Well, if you’d consider it a smile. His lips were kinda a little curled up anyways. 

“I don’t believe you.” He declared.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have asked if you weren’t going to believe me.” 

The two spent most of their day going through different shops around Hogsmeade. Y/N successfully got her hands on all of the sweets she was craving, all thanks to Severus secretly hexing the other students who were on their way to grab the frogs. 

Evening came, the two were now seated at the Great hall for supper. Just a few moments ago, the headmaster finished his evening speech, clapping twice to fill each houses’ table with good food. 

Owls came in after. Dropping packages and letters to the hands of the rightful receiver. 

A medium-sized box dropped in Y/N’s hand, a tag with a messily written ‘to sweet Valentine’ tied around it. Severus noticed the familiar logo of the sweet shop. 

“So that’s how.” The boy mumbled. “You get gifts from your secret admirers.” 

The girl chucked, shrugging. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.” 

“You have lots of chocolate frogs now.” Severus commented. “I hope you don’t eat all of them in one sitting. You’re gonna get cavities.” 

“Yeah, and my throat will ache!” She quipped, her lips curled into a wide grin, showcasing her pearly whites.  

“That’s why I’m gonna share it with you. Meet me at the astronomy tower later?” The girl proposed, eyes hopeful. 

Y/N Valentine was giving the same look she gave Severus earlier at breakfast when she forced him to go to Hogsmeade with her. How can Severus ever resist those eyes? 

End of Chapter 3

[romaevelizz]

Hair

Severus Snape x Blk!Wifereader.

sum: just some dad snape fluff!

warnings: none! Reader is mentioned to be A hufflepuff, and is Earthology teacher(it’s my own little thing), and reader is pregnant! not proofread!

It was almost 10 after 9, second periods were just about to get to an end as Severus was walking around the halls with his four year old daughter. Severus was set with the task of getting his youngest ready for the day for her mama had and early class with the 4th years. Sa’diyas hand in her fathers as she wore a happy grin and skiped next to her gloomy father, “How come I have to go to Mommy now?” she asked.

“Because i have a Class of my own with first years i’m sure your mother will enjoy your company..” he spoke.

Her dark eyes looked up to him, “Do you think she’ll like my hair?”

Severus looks down at his daughters hair that felt like took ages. To be honest he was just starting to get confident doing his girls hair, but for the first time he smiles a little looking at the two parted braids going down the back of her head into two small puffs, two green bows decorating them. “perhaps.. I think she will.” he said picking her up quickly.

The pair soon entered her class room, the sunlight peeking thought the green house like top, His eyes found his wife her long braids curly strands decorating them, her hair was put back out of her face a few hanging infringe of her shoulders. Her yellow satin robes enbroided with vine and flower like designs glistening in the early morning sun. Soon her attention made its way twords the door where her students gazes fell, The earthology teacher turning on her heels her hands places under her swollen belly.

“Ah professor Snape! Seems you’ve brought me a visitor.” she Smiled up at her husband.

“Well Mrs. Maverick, I have a class of first years next period and i can’t have your daughter running wild.” he spoke putting Sa’diya down. The little girl grinning wide, she watched as her mothers eyes shifted to hers.

“You can tell daddy got your ready today hm..” she giggled holding out her arms the toddler leaving her father side going to her mother.

Severus raised a brow at the statement, to be fair he did but it was obvious when his daughter was head to toe in his house colors. The little girl wearing a white blouse with a Green sweater over it, a gray skirt black tights underneath, cute white socks and black mary jane’s with bows on the clips. Not to mention the two dark green bows that were placed on top of her pigtails.

“He did and he did my hair!” ‘Diya said her small voice excited as she was held by her mother, her little hands gently touching her head.

Snape watched his wife grin widely “He did, did he. And he did such a good job.” She spoke kissing her daughter’s face.

The professors had basically forgotten about the class of 4th years around them. Everyone knew they were married well especially after she had a small difficulty with her pregnancy during class and she asked for him, to be honest the two were never secret with it but that one little moment where ache called for him as she held her stomach just proved a point.

“You did great Sev..” she hummed.

“there’s no need for you to hold her she can stand.” Severus spoke urging his pregnant wife to put down their 4 year old.

“She is just fine I’ll hold my baby if i feel like it!” she huffed popping her hip out sifting the toddler away from her father.

Severus only gave her a look, “Don’t over do it.”

“Don’t worry Dad she’ll be fine.” the voice of his oldest shifted his gaze.

Zhuri her normally serious face giving him a reassuring smile. If there was one thing Severus was always grateful for with his girls if that they got their beauty and reassurance from their mother. “How come you never did my hair that well when i was a babe?” she spoke making a snarky comment at her dad.

“I didn’t have the skill at the time..” he muttered towards the Slytherin. She only hummed, her words mouthing to her younger sister ‘I’m still the Favorite’

Only for Sa’diya to stick her tongue out at her older sister. “Enough,”

Snape soon realized the classes attention was on them “Back to it!” he spoke quickly the students all shifting in their seats.

Professor Maverick only shook her head as she put her daughter down. The younge girl putting her hands on her hips sassily “Hey! you be nice to them! we’re causing a ruckus not them.” She said.

Severus raised a brow at his daughters attitude his gaze meeting his wife’s who let out a small giggle. “You Need to apologize.” Diya huffed crossing her arms her lips pouted.

“You heard her.” Zhuri said a small grin on her face knowing he was getting bosses around by a toddler.

“She is your daughter.” Snape said glaring at his wife who had her arms crossed aswell.

“you only say that when she has an attitude as if you don’t either.” she scoffed with a laugh.

Severus rolled his eyes looking down at his daughter “I won’t do such a thing the need to mind their own.”

With a poor attempt to roll her eyes Sa’diya damanded her father apologize for yelling at the class. Soon enough to save himself from the embarrassment of his sassy child he did. Earning a nod from her of approval.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be soon professor?” Y/n asked walking up to him tucking a piece of hair behind his ear her hand holding his face for a moment.

“As a matter of a fact I do, Unfortunatly.” he hummed.

she smiled at him holding the little girl close to him, he held her face giving her a kiss on the forehead “Bye bye Daddy see you at dinner!” she waved.

The students never saw this side of him but to be honest it was wierd. Snape never seemed like the family type but to know He’s a father of Two girls soon to be Three it suited him. A household of bossy women. He couldn’t ever ask for anything more, those were his girls.

[slitheringghost]

Snape’s home life

These endless debates about the Blacks’ abuse (whether it existed or how severe it was) are interesting because you know which character we actually have no evidence of being abused by a parent, and especially not physically? Severus Snape.

(Which, for the record, I personally think he was, but I’m just trying to make A Point about fandom interpretations of abuse).

There was apparently a Pottermore article saying Tobias whipped Snape, but that’s completely extracanon, and iirc the article wasn’t even written by JKR. This is what is in actual canon:

Snape staggered; his wand flew upward, away from Harry — and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his — a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. . . . A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies. . . . (OoTP)

This is his dad verbally abusing his mother while Eileen cowers, and Snape cries watching them.

“How are things at your house?” Lily asked. A little crease appeared between his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “They’re not arguing anymore?” “Oh yes, they’re arguing,” said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. “But it won’t be that long and I’ll be gone.” “Doesn’t your dad like magic?” “He doesn’t like anything, much,” said Snape. (DH)

Here again, the focus is on the conflict and fighting between his parents rather than Tobias’s treatment of Snape.

Snape’s response and agitation here certainly indicates a bad home life - but witnessing your father constantly scream at your mother is still extremely scary and traumatizing. And would lead to the child feeling unsafe in the household, regardless of if it was directed towards him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but these are the only canonical allusions to Tobias's abuse that we have. (I suppose Snape's hatred of Muggles is another, but that could happen with far less severe abuse too - i.e. with Tom Riddle).

But there is no confirmation that Tobias’s abuse extended to Snape. (And we don’t even have evidence of Tobias physically abusing Eileen, much less Snape.) “He doesn’t like anything much” does indicate a bad relationship between Severus and Tobias too, but the actual severity of it is ambiguous. And it’s not always necessary that the abuse is inflicted on both spouse and child, and we have a very glaring example of this in canon - Barty Crouch Jr.

Crouch was abusive to and hated his son but deeply loved his wife. We have Barty Jr. saying “He loved her as he never loved me”, Crouch Sr. risking his job and reputation and even the possibility of being sent to Azkaban himself to give Mrs. Crouch her dying wish of freeing Barty Jr., Winky’s ability to guilt trip Crouch Sr. into letting his son attend the Quidditch match using his love for Mrs. Crouch, etc. We even have Mrs. Crouch crying as she witnesses her husband’s cruelty towards her son, just like Snape was crying while he witnessed Tobias abuse Eileen.

While Lily asks "doesn't your dad like magic?", Snape doesn't really confirm that as being true; magic clearly wasn’t banned in the house the way it was for Harry (due to the Dursleys’ hatred of it as much as the Statute), since Snape came into Hogwarts knowing a lot of magic, and it seems like Eileen had taught Snape a lot about the wizarding world as a child, and we see him use it to shoot down flies in his bedroom.

And “He doesn’t like anything much” is MUCH tamer and much less violent of a statement than “My mother had no heart, she kept herself alive out of pure spite”, “How she hated him, what a disappointment he was”, everything Walburga’s portrait says, the abuse getting to the point that Sirius ran away and then was blasted off the tapestry, Walburga blasting her brother off the tapestry for merely helping Sirius financially, Walburga being textually compared to Umbridge, Walburga’s portrait stretching clawed hands as though to tear at people’s faces (a clear allusion to physical violence), etc etc. We have MUCH more detail about the Blacks’ abuse than Snape’s.

So where exactly are y’all getting “Snape’s abuse was worse than Sirius’s/Tobias beat Severus/Tobias was physically abusive and Walburga and Orion weren’t/Walburga and Orion were better parents than Tobias, etc” from? Because it sure as hell isn’t canon!

As I said, I personally view Snape and Eileen as being physically abused by Tobias and think it’s implied in the text, but this shows the double standards for Snape vs. Sirius / view of the Black family as a whole.

(And this matches fandom's constant tendency to portray privilege and abuse as mutually exclusive, and framing severe domestic violence as Something Only Poor People Do And Aristocrats Would Never Because They're Above That. This is not the hot anti aristocracy take that y'all seem to think it is, lmao)

[suugarbabe]

Lovely lovely Sab, I have another thought for you 🫡

Imagine kind, loving, sweet Enzo getting super pissed and lashing out at Snape in class after he's said something really mean to reader. And Snape's actual low key scared because we all know sweet Enzo is the actual psycho of the group and his quite, direct anger is terrifying coming from someone so sunshine-esque ✌️

Enjoy the day dream love, and happy belated new year 😘

hi keke my love my darling i love you. I struggled a liiiiittle with how to make enzo seem psycho but also not too far from how i normally write him so i did kind of go for like a threatening menacing psycho versus physical violence towards a professor. i hope this is good enough if not please tell me i suck <3

Lip held between teeth your do your best to continue concentrating on the order you're supposed to add your ingredients. Potions was your worst class. Not for lack of knowledge; or even lack of ability. Outside of the classroom you would almost be labeled of proficient, rivaling even that of Blaise Zabini.

But in the potions classroom you might as well be a squib. What was the difference you ask? That would be one Professor Severus Snape. He glides in front of your and Enzo's table just as you're adding the infusion of wormwood. You knew this particular potion called for four shakes exactly. Any more and there would be an explosion of smoke.

Snape's piercing black eyes watching you had your hands shaking. Enzo's placed his hand on the small of your back in a soothing gesture, trying silently to help you stay focused, to breathe. But Snape continued to watch. Each agonizingly slow shake you made his eyebrow rose higher, a low humming noise in the back of his throat.

And it's that noise that has you losing count of how many shakes you've already added, leading to you adding just one too many. You can see the potion start to turn the wrong color, and the top begin to bubble in the wrong way. Enzo has a grip on the back of your robes like he's about to pull you down under the table for protection.

But Snape is quick to correct your mistake more as a means to not have to clean his classroom, or his robes, because of your error than really any care for you. "You're lucky I knew you'd fail. If I weren't prepared your mistake would've destroyed part of my classroom," Snape looked down his long crooked nose with a look of disdain. "I should deduct house points for your incompetency. A sure disgrace to the pureblood you're supposed to be."

Enzo's hand on your back quickly fisted the material. A surefire sign he was angry. "Careful how you talk to them, professor. They're technically ranked higher than you in society, isn't that what you believe?" Enzo's tone wasn't loud. Purposely not drawing attention to anyone else in the class who were still working diligently as to not be Snape's next victims.

Snape straightened at Enzo's statement, hands still behind his back as though he were not truly bothered by the teenager in front of him but there was no missing the flair in his nostrils, "I have no knowledge of what you mean, Berkshire. But if I were you, I'd watch how you talk to a professor."

Enzo's head tilted slightly, a smirk of a grin forming on his lips that you only ever see when he's going to go for a kill. "Well you're a half blood, aren't you professor?" Enzo's biting his lip as his grin is growing; Snape is glowering. "Wouldn't that make you...below them?"

Snape slams his hands down on the table in front of you, causing you to jump back slightly and a few others to look your way. "Eye's on your own cauldrons," Snape spat, everyone's heads quickly turned back to their own work.

He leaned in closer towards Enzo, a raging whisper spitting from his lips as he spoke, "How dare you speak to me that way, boy. Do you forget who I am?"

You've not seen it personally too many times, but you've heard about it from Mattheo and Theo. The switch that sometimes flips within Enzo when he's getting angry. Around you he's usually good at controlling it. But for some reason Snape must have struck a nerve.

The switch was palpable in the air, in his energy that shifted. Enzo placed his hands on the table opposite his professor, leaning forward to shorten the distance. Even though it was a whisper, his voice was still coated in the thickness of what seemed like a threat, "Do you forget who I am? I've seen you at those meetings professor."

A snarl overtook Snape's features, "You don't know what you are talking about, boy." Enzo let out a low laugh, eyes casting down to the table as his tongue ran over his teeth with a smile, "Oh I know exactly what I'm talking about, Professor. I know more than you think; am being taught more than you think. You created a spell when you were a student, didn't you?"

Snape stayed silent, eyes darting back and forth with Enzo's who's seemed to get darker by the moment. "Curious to find out what spells I've come up with? Wonder if they're just as...dangerous."

"Enz!" you whisper shouted through your teeth, "did you just threaten a professor?" You were getting nervous, but Enzo never appeared more confident than in this moment. He picked up some extra ingredients in his hands, "Don't worry love, nothings going to happen. Snape here is actually going to excuse us early from class."

"And why...would I do that," Snape was doing a poor job at keeping his composure, arms now crossed as he responded through gritted teeth. Enzo dropped the billywig wings into the cauldron, "Because in about twenty seconds that little...mistake of mine is going to coat anyone within a five foot radius in sticky black smoke. So we're going to have to leave early to change for our next course."

By time he finished speaking the potion began bubbling once more, Snape hurrying to back away as Enzo held you still in place. With a loud pop and a few laughs from peers you and Enzo now found yourselves coated in a thin black sludge.

"Eugh, gross," you shook your hands towards the floor, plops of essence of your potion hitting the dungeon floor with a splatting noise. Enzo simply wore a devilish grin, keeping a challenging eye contact with the professor.

Snape pointed a long and boney finger towards the door, "Out! The both of you. Go clean yourselves up and get out of my sight at once!" You nodded your head quickly, still intimidated to speak. Enzo just gave a curt nod, still smiling, "Of course, Professor."

[madamestephanie]

🌺I honestly think Sirius Black's 12 years in Azkaban was karmic retribution for bullying Severus.

Okay, hear me out, this thought was doing circles in my mind, because the layout is just too perfect. (this is still just my personal opinion, so don't kill me pls)

There are no accidents and The outcome will always match the input are applicable here. Let me explain.

These are laws of the universe, many religions believe in these statements, and if we truly examine our lives, we surely can find one or two scenarios where these pieces of wisdom appear.

As we all know, we ourselves create our own future with our actions and the way we make people feel, (keep this in mind, this is important for later), and for those believing in reincarnation, actions can result in certain punishments that reach us even in our next life. (In Sirius' case, the punishment is not from his past life, but I digress.)

Punishment is not even a good word. Energy matching is a better expression. Vibe, if you will. The whole universe is one constant oscillation. Feelings have vibration, this is why people can read and be affected by other's vibe.

Anyways, point is, if you behave badly, bully others, and make people feel anger, hate, resentment towards you, those low vibes will return to you in one way or another, and that's what we call KARMA. (it's true the other way around as well, do positive things, and you shall receive good back) Do you see where this is going?

To be honest, all of the marauders got their "punishment" for their deeds, and according to the level of participation in said bullying withal!

Lupin, he wasn't too involved in the torment of Snape, plus, he had his own issue to battle (being a damn werewolf) so life kept him in a kind-of-normal place, a middle spot. Still, Severus set the score when he revealed Lupin's secret in POA, so there, punished accordingly.

Peter, I like to imagine him as the parrot on James and Sirius' shoulder, like the backup hype man for the rappers. He stayed in James and Sirius' shadow out of cowardice, but still took part in the bullying more so than Lupin, so he was forced to stay in his rat form for 12 years out of fear. I imagine it's not quite pleasant to be a rat for that long... plus he became Sev's "servant" for a short while, courtesy of Voldemort himself! So, checkmate on Snape's part. Punished accordingly.

Sirius. Need I say more? Years of harassing others gets you years of torment for yourself as well, my friend. He was innocent in the case of not killing people, but he wasn't innocent in the eyes of the universe. Every time he spit out Snivellus through his teeth, every time he thought he should pick on Snape just for fun, all of that was poured right back onto him in Azkaban. He felt the same fear as Snape, the same irritation as Snape, the same humiliation as Snape. He asked himself when will this end? every day, just like Snape did. What goes around, comes around, dude. Punished accordingly.

James. I don't even have to expand his case. 😂 Instant death, as soon as he was out of school. XD And again, from the universe's perspective, it happened indirectly by the hand of Snape, because he was the one who told the prophecy to Voldemort and the rest is history.

There are no accidents.

And as a last fun fact: They died in the exact order of their crime's severity. I close my case.

Thank you for coming to my mental TED talk. ❤

[danadiadea]

Keep making my comments into posts because I can. Basically, a lovely Marauders stan (and not a victimblamer) wrote in my comments that Snape wasn't sexually assaulted because "he commited hate crimes against Muggleborns and it's heavily implied he SAed Mary". For some reason, the comment got deleted after I posted the answer:((( But that turned out a good enough piece on that tortured Muggleborns/hexed everyone with Levicorpus/assaulted Mary bullshit, so here it is.

First of all, it's never ever implied Snape hexed anyone, except for possibly James (even that is questionable, since "James didn’t take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her" clearly implies Potter's initiative, but whatever). The worst things Lily accuses him of when giving arguments against their friendship is using the Mudblood word and planning to join the DEs, not hexing Muggleborns or anyone at all. She also confronts Severus about Mulcibier's actions – not about anything Snape did himself (according to her info, he wasn't even present! why would she ask "do you know what had happened", if Mary would've told her he was there!). The Marauders absolutely never say Snape hexed anyone – Lupin and Black try to exuse their actions as hard as they can, but the only related thing they bring up in Snape "liking" Dark Magic – not him bullying anyone, or his supposed anti-Muggleborn sentiment, or him using that same spell etc. Moreover, when Harry brings up the fact that James used Lvc on Snape in HBP, Lupin says "he wasn't the only one", not connecting Snape with the spell in any way, even though they are right there together in the sentence – but Lupin doesn't know that Snape invented Lvc, nor does he ever assign its use to Snape.

Other people who intentionally used Lvc, but for other reasons then James and drunk DEs, are Harry – to stop Amortentia!Ron; attempted in a duel against Draco; attempted at Snape after killing Dumbledore; and Hermione – for Harry to pick up Hufflepuffs cup. So this spell CAN be used not to "torture Muggles" – Voldemort himself calls what DEs did Muggle torture, this is how even fucking Voldemort classifies it – or expose your victim's body and threaten to take off their underwear.

Literally nothing implies Mary was sexually assaulted. The only thing we know for sure is that it couldn't be Levicorpus – because James used it, and "James hated Dark Magic", "they don't use Dark Magic though"; plus no-one hints anywhere in the books that Lvc is Dark. Lily's main argument why it had been bad and unfunny at all was "but it's Dark Magic" – not that Mary was violated and hurt (especially since Mulcibier "tried to do something", and not "did", so it's very possible he failed at least partly. I mean he was probably a bullying piece of shit and maybe even used Lvc, just on different occasions, but you people take that extremely vague statement of Lily and invent wild shit like that Mary was tortured and SAed or whatever, while ignoring the person who we actually see being violated in great detail). There is absolutely no sexual implication there anywhere, Lily would consider any kind of Dark Magic creepy! Justifying bullying was Student!Lupin kind of shitty behaviour, not James and Sirius – and considering Snape wasn't there according to Lily, maybe I'd even cut Snape slack more than Remus.

But even IF Mary was SAed and Snape didn't care – what James did would still be sexual aggression and bullying and disgusting! James doesn't get a pass on violating bodily rights of people with bad morals! Like, I don't think that anyone is entitled to forcibly undress Lupin because he was an enabler, this is just justifying cruelty and consent violation. No one is even entitled to undress James Potter, because sexual violence is not a punishment, and a person who commits it even to the biggest criminal is dangerous for society overall. Again, the only people we directly and openly see doing what James did were drunk DEs, and everyone was horrified, and it was classified as muggle torture by the narrative. This is what we see. In the books. Directly.

Also, a well known Snape's friend Mulcibier, whom Sirius doesn't remember being affiliated with Snape, and who, just as any other slytherin, is nowhere around during SWM – not only to help against James, but to discuss the important OWLs exam on a subject Snape greatly cared about, like the Marauders did together, and Lily did with her friends. Yeah, all those Snape's verrry close friends, and surely not just people he lived with.

And yes, undressing a person in public without their consent, especially your long term victim, especially if they are forcibly physically restrained during the episode, is sexual assault, regardless of victim's morals.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Frustration

Summary - Severus couldn't seem to understand why so many girls were failing and getting detention with him until Minerva told him the reason.

Warnings - Use of Y/N, long haired Snape,

Author's Note - #4 out of the way! It's a short one but I love it! I think it turned out soo good!

Based off an idea by @acupnoodle

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Snape hadn’t been expecting to be such a popular professor, nor did he think that his students would misbehave as much as they did. It was only the first month of him being a professor at Hogwarts and he had given out so many detentions he lost count. The girls in particular never seemed to pay attention.

“Minerva, why is it that when the students are in your lessons they pay attention but don’t in mine?” He asked the older professor during dinner one night.

“Because they have a crush on you,” She stated very matter-of-factly. Severus spit out his wine at her statement. 

“Do they not know I’m engaged?”

“I don’t think so, I think it’s the hair.”

“The hair?”

“Long hair is attractive to young girls, maybe that’s why Y/N is with you,” She joked.

“Oh shut up,” Severus chuckled, “She does really like my hair.”

“How is she? She hasn’t been around this week?”

“Busy, her schooling is making her extra tired. Neither of thought that becoming a healer would be so tiring for her but she’s passionate about it so I’m going to support her however she needs.”

“Sorry to interrupt, Professor Snape, I’ve been having a hard time with the sleeping draught, is it possible for you to help me tomorrow?” A 7th year asked.

“I’ve seen you make a sleeping draught better than me, you don’t need help. Is it my hair to you girls? I’m confused,” Severus questioned the girl.

She visibly blushed before rushing away.

“You embarrassed the girl!” Minerva laughed.

“I can’t help it! It’s getting annoying. I’m in a very happy relationship! I am getting married in a week! Get it through your mind already!” He practically shouted, the students all looking at him, “Do you all understand now?”

All of the girls that were purposefully getting into trouble and flunking his class all nodded. 

“Good.”

[maxdibert]

Hello, I've been following you for some time and I love your posts and analyzes about Severus, I regularly update your blog hoping for more and I always wanted to send you something, but I never had the opportunity.

But recently I saw a video on TikTok, which I didn't pay much attention to, but I saw the comments and one of them talked about how if Harry was a woman and looked like Lily, Severus would be a pedophile and that that gave people the creeps. And I, personally, find this statement very funny, because as far as I remember, Snape never had inappropriate contact with any Hogwarts student, or with anyone, in fact. But people intentionally forget that the only person who had the opening to do this was Peter Pettigrew. Ron himself said that they slept together and, probably, Peter saw the boys, literal children, changing their clothes, but, obviously, it would be Snape who was the child predator.

Sorry if it wasn't very understandable, English isn't my first language and I'm using Google to help.

Hi! Thank you. I'm glad you like my rants and sometimes nonense lol

About your pint... Well, this is a very old story. If I had a penny for every time I’ve read someone spouting this nonsense, I wouldn’t be rich, but I’d have enough for a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. It’s so absurd that I don’t even think it’s worth refuting, but just to clarify a few things:

Severus resents Harry for two main reasons, and neither of them has to do with being in love with Lily. It’s not something as childish as “uh, my crush married someone else.” No, there are several layers to it.

The first and most obvious is that, unfortunately, Harry is the spitting image of his father, who, unfortunately, was a jerk who spent his school years torturing people—specifically, and with great enthusiasm: Severus Snape. James spent seven years hunting him down and attacking him for sport, backed by his loyal ally Sirius Black and supported by his lackeys, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. While the latter two might not have physically assaulted Severus, they were there as enablers and complicit bystanders. Four against one, at the end of the day.

Severus never had the chance to heal from that abuse because, at 21, he was forced to return to the very place that had been hell for him. He had to teach students who were likely old enough to have witnessed some of those humiliations during his time as a student. A victim cannot heal in the place where they were consistently harmed.

Then Harry comes along, looking like an exact replica of James, and every time Severus sees him, it triggers him immensely. When he looks at Harry, he doesn’t see Lily’s son, nor does he see a child—he sees his abuser. And we all know Harry isn’t to blame for any of this, but the thing is, we can’t expect someone who isn’t acting rationally to be rational. Especially when we’re talking about someone who desperately needs therapy and probably medication, neither of which he’s ever had access to.

Then there’s another factor—a deeply emotional one—which is that Harry’s very existence is a painful reminder of Severus’s own role in Lily’s death. The fact that this kid is there, an orphan, is a constant reminder that Severus overheard a prophecy, reported it to Voldemort, and that Voldemort then chose to kill the most important person in Severus’s life because of it. It’s a perpetual mix of anger and guilt.

Looking at Harry forces Severus to relive his past as a victim, his most humiliating moments, as well as the terrible decisions he made because of them and their devastating consequences. This doesn’t excuse his behavior, but it does explain it quite well.

What I’m trying to say is that the reasons behind how he treats Harry are deeply tied to trauma. If Harry were a girl and resembled Lily, Severus would still feel deeply triggered every time he saw her. The only difference would be that instead of seeing James in her, he’d see Lily. I think, rather than anger, it would fill him with depression and guilt to such a degree that, instead of antagonizing her, he’d try to avoid her as much as possible. He wouldn’t want to get within ten miles of her because seeing her face would constantly remind him of the person he failed and indirectly condemned.

At no point do I imagine anything even remotely sexual crossing his mind. Especially when you consider that Severus never once confessed his feelings to Lily or behaved inappropriately toward her. I do think he’d act “softer,” but not because of her appearance specifically—more because Severus is always gentler toward women. I mentioned this in another post, but his more cordial relationships are almost always with female characters, and when he’s cruel, it’s typically far worse with men than with women.

People who lack even the most basic comprehension or analytical skills… Honestly, if they’re going to hate on him, the least they could do is come up with more convincing arguments. Sometimes it’s just exhausting to explain why their theories don’t make any sense.

[slothanime4]

Before Harry

(doechaser AU where Severus hasn't yet joined the death eaters and lives with his two lovers, Lily and James)

Lily is standing in the kitchen, stirring a saucepan absentmindedly when a pair of arms slithers round her waist and a feather light kiss is pressed to the back of her neck. Balancing the spoon on the side of the pan she spins round in the arms and looks up to meet her lovers face. Lily smile falters slightly as she takes in the tense body language of Severus Snape.

"what's wrong?" She immediately asks, they had been in this war long enough that every tense look or grim face could mean another missing, another dead, more destruction, more devastation and quite frankly she was sick of it. Sick of people walking around on eggshells, trying to break the news 'gently' as if there was such a way.

Severus was silent for a few moments before he answers, slowly, "I spoke with Dumbledore today. He had a proposition for me." His speech was quiet, mumbled and yet it still trailed off at the end. Lily could feel that this wasn't going to be good news.

Severus took a breath in and Lily's heart dropped into her stomach.

"He wants me to join the Death Eaters," he paused, "as a spy."

Lily just stares at him. Really really stares. The words are floating there in the space between them like dust in a sunbeam. They don't settle, they don't get processed.

Severus opens his mouth like he wants to repeat the words but they get stuck on his tongue, almost as if they don't quite want to disturb the heavy silence that was created the first time. It's Lily who breaks the silence, it always is.

"No," her voice croaks. It's not a statement. It's a whispered plea, a beg to the universe that this cannot be happening. "You didn't accept? Please Severus tell me you didn't accept."

Severus looks away and that tells Lily all she needs to know. The nausea rolling up inside her stomach rises to the back of her throat as she feels dread take its place. Severus is going to join the Death Eaters. Severus is going to die.

Severus watches closely as Lily's breath quickens and she blurts out, "I'm pregnant." ...

What?

She stares resolutely at Severus, refusing to back down or take back her words in response to his shock.

"You can't join the Death Eaters because I'm pregnant and- and I need you to help me raise this baby." Her bright green eyes fill with unshed tears as she lets in a quick breath, It getting caught on the tightness of her throat.

"You're not." Is what Severus manages to get out, his head spinning with possibilities and calculations, "You can't be, we used protection every-"

"Sirius' birthday"

Well fuck. They had come back very drunk from that party, the stress of the war causing them to be more careless than they usually would be.

"Sev," she grasps his arms, gaze burning into Severus' deep brown eyes, "you have to tell him you can't accept. This- this is suicide."

Severus' face pales but he doesn't say anything in response, he slowly slides out of Lily's grip and stands a few steps back. It's at that moment that Lily's sadness and desperation turns into anger.

"How could you be so- so- so selfish!?" She spits out, arms flying out and eyes blazing with pure fury, "you have a family here and you're just going to leave it behind because Dumbledore says so?"

"Selfish?" Severus' own voice raises as he scoffs out, "I'm doing this for my family Lils. I'm doing this to keep you safe!"

"I don't need your protection!" Lily screams, "what I need is for you to be here, with us-"

It's at that moment that James Potter walks in, dragging with him the harsh winter air before the door slams shut and he stares at the couple yelling in front of him.

"Uh? Am I interrupting something?" He tries for humour. It falls flat.

Severus and Lily just look at him before turning back to each other. Severus takes a long stride forwards and hisses out, "I am not raising a child in a world where it would be killed just for being alive. I have to do something about this." At his last word he swiftly turns around and stomps in front of James

"Move."

"Wh-what?" James' head looks between Severus and Lily before settling on Severus, "I'm not letting you leave like this, Lily is upset we need to-" He doesn't manage to finish his sentence as the body of Severus' shoves him out of the way and promptly slides out of the door.

James splutters, "well that was just rude. Lily what's going on?" He scoops her up in a hug as she shakes in rage.

"He's joining the Death Eaters"

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Part 2?

[christelightlavo]

How I understand characters. A guide.

Dislike : Characters I hate due to their fans ignoring their actions and not necessarily due to their actions. It's because of what they represent.

Hate : Characters I hate due to their actions and what they are as a person.

Hate/love : Characters whose actions are shit and some of their fans are too but I understand on a level. They are immature and I can imagine them being not.

Like : Characters that I like because of the fandom, their aesthetics and general personality. EVERYONE LOVES THEM IN THE FANDOM.

Love : Characters who I love because of who they are despite the fandom, their environment and circumstances.

Examples,

1) Dislike :

Dazai Osamu from Bsd (I like that he is morally grey, I just hate the whole sad boy gimmick you guys use to erase over his mistakes)

Claude De Alger Obelia from wmmap. (But-but Dark magic! He was sad because Diana died- shut up. My father went through WORSE and he loves me alot. Claude also killed innocent concubines the day athy was born)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous ladybug. (Thomas's imaginary daughter with his Ex. Do I need to say more? It's not the fandom, its the goddamned creator. Even if she evolves as a character, I will never like her because she is his imaginary daughter)

Kosier / kosher Trovi from Remarried Empress. (He is everything I hate about manhwa brother troupe. I can write a whole book about how shitty and moron he was. An idiot truly)

2) Hate :

Shovieshit from Remarried empress. (Do I really really need to explain?)

Derrick from Death is the only ending for a villainess. (Again, do I need to explain?)

The Joker (some of you guys have issues).

Endeavor from My hero academia (I am alright with his redemption but I refuse to forgive him about it. It's years of abuse guys, it's something that we have seen the damages of.)

Hawkmoth from Miraculous. (BECAUSE FUCK HIM)

3) Hate/love :

Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls (she was a young girl. The apocalypse was everyones fault! she is a bit whinny then again she's a child, who will obviously will take time understand to sacrifice, to understand the situation etc.. Also she had the worse day™ so her thinking of losing dipper must have hit hard)

Severus Snape from Harry Potter (Fuck him for all the bullying, I personally love fanfics in which he is tormented by the students back. He grew into something he was subjected too and that's sad thus I like his character. He has layers)

Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter (See my mabel paragraph and mix it with Snape's paragraph)

Aqua from Oshi no ko (you sir are a dramatic bitch)

4) like :

Dick Grayson from DC Comics (the eldest daughter complex mixes right with teen angst against your father figure. It hits just right. Very uncomfortable with the Ass thing though)

Edith from I thought it was a common possession (THIS GIRL HAS MY HEART, MY TEN DOLLARS IN MY BACK POCKET AND 50% OF MY DIGNITY)

Pereshati from my in-laws are obsessed with me (ABOVE STATEMENT BUT ADD MY LUST)

Anya Forger from Spy x Family (Do I need to explain?)

5) Love :

Boruto Uzumaki from Boruto (jeez who could have guessed?)

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke from Bsd (jeez who could have guessed #2?)

Kana Arima from oshi no ko (who could have seen this coming??? Not me-)

Jennette margarita from wmmap (what?? Oh how the turn tables!)

Rashta from remarried empress (le gasp!!)

Alright I am done. If you like any of the characters I don't. My options are mine, yours are yours. I respect you for liking those characters. But feel free to explain to me why you like them, I am always open to hearing why someone likes a character I don't like.

Or if my favorite is your disliked character. Feel free to ask me why I like them. I love fangirling.

[sevinagreatergood]

This is about 🌙

I hate hate hypocrites. That's what I hate first. My self proclaimed rule is to 'Never do something to people I wouldn't like to be done to myself unless provoked'. I'm not that forgivable either. My life has been to shit to be patient with people.

This 🌙 is a hypcroite to the very core. Why? I made a rape comparison for the bit about Snape being trapped by Sirius to go to the shrieking shack. Because many people blame Snape but that is basically blaming the victim. I quoted this bit of maxdibert.

~ Saying, “Severus shouldn’t have risen to Sirius’ provocations” instead of, “Sirius shouldn’t have provoked Severus, putting him and his supposed friend Remus in danger,” conveys two very different messages. They might seem similar, but they differ in where the focus lies. In the first, responsibility is placed on the victim; in the second, it’s placed on the perpetrator. The first message is the same as when we see headlines like, “A girl is attacked while walking alone at 3 a.m. in the city center,” while the second would be more like, “A girl is attacked in the city center.” In one, the girl is the active subject; in the other, she is the passive one. In one, she is responsible; in the other, she is the victim. ~

And 🌙 lost their shit. Saying I can't compare stuff from real life to a basic white guy bully because that minimizes pain of real life victims.

So I changed the comparison. I made it a bat analogy. That if a person who broke into a man's house, it's not surprising for the man to sleep with a bat next to them. Trauma response to be aggressive.

🌙 said that I couldn't use that too. What do you think they did? Comparing Snape to a school shooter.

This is why I hate Snaters. Full of hypocrites. One after the other, and this one is the worst. She can't excuse Snape whose litteral canon worst trauma is James, for portraying James on harry. But excuses Sirius for portraying James on harry and lashing out. Because what? They spent 13 years in prison.

How many people in real life turn out worse after prison? Don't people change for the better after prison if not stay the same? This man became worse. I told 🌙 that Sirius enjoys calling Snape Snivellus because why else would he call Snape that in their 30's if not to enjoy the sight of spiking anger in Snape and reliving some good years.

This bitch even dares to claim that Sirius regret what he did meanwhile he STILL calls Snape Snivellus. And tells me I cherry pick, I use fanfiction. James litterally word for word says he bullies Snape for existing. Yet 🌙 sees that as something else. Giving her own twist to it. Meanwhile James and Sirius literally began bullying Snape in the train. What wrong did Snape do in the train aside minding his own business?

Then this person says that Neville feared Snape more than de that tortured his parents. Did they even read the book? Kids can't suddenly fabricate fears, they have to see it at first hand to strike fear in their bodies and keep that fear. A goddamn picture won't do that. How many times do we see on the news terrorist attacks or cults or murders but we don't feel any fear at all? Much rather, we feel annoyance at the depressing news.

Funny thing is this person got all mad at me for not doing a debate with her but people, this is how we met:

Your arguments so far:

I gave a 13 snater list, you said : @🌙:and all of that is true, ty for the list !

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I said harry even forgave Snape so move on from the statement how he treated harry. You said: @🌙:he also forgave dudley, doesn't mean that he was a good person 😂😂😂

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You said: @🌙:bullying will never be okay and that's why i don't really like the marauders teen era, but i think ppls tend to forget a bit too easily that snape wasn't this mysterious esoteric student writing in his notebook under a tree like the movies loved to portray him. He had a group of friends, was hanging out with openly racists people that turned out to be future death eaters and called random students literal slurs that could put your life at risk at this time. His character is so mischaracterised, because of the movies, and because of jkr poor writing.

So even if bullying is never justified, it doesn't surprises me that Remus wouldn't defend him.

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My answer: a list of why Snape had no choice but to live according to how his house wishes. Snape was completely left alone in a house full of racists and the headmaster himself is solely on Gryffindor focused. Excusing one mishap after the other of maruaders. Murder attempt was excused even.

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You said: @🌙:all of this makes no sense I fear, snape is still a blood supremacist white man who abused children (no he wasn't a "strict" teacher be SO fr). We don't sympathise with terrorists or school shooters because they had a sad or traumatic childhood. We don't love or relate to abusers because they didn't go through enough therapy. A character can be interesting but still be a genuinely bad and pathetic person. Snape is a nuanced character, yet yall will suck all of that nuance out of him just to make him look like a perfect victim. because 1) you like alan rickman or 2) you think it's deep or an unpopular opinion to like him. It's not. Most people like him, bc again, the movies, and alan rickman. But the book character still is an abuser and a racist. Sorry.

Can people read their mocking tone as I do? And this person now calls me out for not being debate level, calls me slow, yet mocks me. The first two is where we met btw (I guess). My TikTok can't scroll too far back.

How can you give me a fucking whorish, trashy bitch attitude and tell people I didn't debate enough with you? She literally excuses hagrid that discriminates, Minerva who almost murders children and Remus that almost gobbled up children. But God forbid Snape being mean with the mouth.

She justified James by saying he grew up, joined the order and died for his child. How tf can someone be this delusional? He did what a father should've done. Just because he's an auror doesn't make him good otherwise racist and dirty cops wouldn't exist. And James never grew up! Harry literally calls bs on that.

I said even harry forgave Snape and saw him as the bravest man alive, braver than James, Remus, or Sirius. How can someone with hidden hatred say that? 🌙 Says just because he's accepted and forgiven, doesn't mean it erases the torment.

🌙 talks as if Severus was Voldemort himself. Marking Severus with words as torment, abuse. It clearly shows they did not read the books pointing at the Neville comment.

So yeah, I do hate hypocrites. Snaters happen to be majority of them. This is the biggest one of them.

[momo-t-daye]

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got your scarf?" “The little asshole was whinging about being cold,” Sirius shrugged, unconcerned by the chilly evening air. “I thought he might gag himself but no luck yet.” “Huh,” said James.

“I still think it’s just a marketing ploy,” the little asshole swathed in woolen scarves said thoughtfully.  “Everyone knows he doesn’t sell firewhiskey to students and his butterbeer is near rancid, but once you’ve hiked all the way up here to check out the goat it’s almost a waste of time to not buy something.” “A giant goat is quite the statement given his, ah, past legal entanglements,” Narcissa said with the sort of obvious delicacy that teetered dangerously close to turning suggestive. “It really must be seen to be believed and the last few have hardly lasted any time at all.” “It looks so flammable,” Lily Evans gushed, bubbling with malicious anticipation. The best thing about the magical world, Lily maintained, was the sheer number of holiday traditions that eventually included lighting something on fire.  Her mother’s nerves had never been up for a proper Bonfire Night and Cokeworth’s Catholics weren’t the type to celebrate it either.

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got MY scarf?" “Because Evans said it was cold and you gave her your scarf to be gallant and she then handed your scarf over to him” Sirius replied, without any worries over his best friend’s apparent memory issues. “Right,” said James.

“He’s bound to have put up some anti-arson charms on this one after the fiasco with Dumbledore’s pet phoenix last year and inexplicable triple lightning strikes the year before,” Severus scoffed.  “If it’s properly phoenix-proofed— and I doubt the rest of Hogsmeade would allow him to put another goat up that wasn’t properly phoenix-proofed— we’d need a miracle to burn it down without being caught.” “We’ve got the blessings of tradition with us, Sev,” Lily replied. “Can’t you see? The goat must burn again!”

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got Remus’ scarf?" “Because I was foolish enough to take my scarf off inside and Snape picked it up and put it and just looked at me when I asked for my scarf back,” Remus interjected, slightly bitter at his ignoble defeat. “Gosh,” said James.

“Twice is hardly sufficient grounds to claim a tradition,” Narcissa opined. “Three is a far more magically significant number.” “So you’re saying it’s up to us to ensure the sacred fires once more hold back the darkness!” Lily said, full of pyromaniacal resolution. “I say it’ll take planning and proper intelligence gathering, neither of which I’m inclined to do while my mouth still tastes like something died in the Hog’s Head butterbeer barrels,” Severus sighed. “Let’s stop at the Three Broomsticks, Potter will buy us all a round of the special seasonal cinnamon spiced butterbeer, and we’ll work on preparations back at school.”

“Hey,” said James Potter.  “Why hasn’t Snape got—” “Unlike you all, I know better than to leave my clothes and stuff unattended in Snape’s vicinity,” Peter interrupted, smugly snug and cozy. “Oh,” said James. It really was quite cold.

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