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mr potter and his tattoo

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saint severus

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Happy Halloween 🎃

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Happy Halloween 🎃

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🍁 Drarry for Jugodecerebro on AO3 🍁

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15 Slash Recs for Severus Snape/Sirius Black

10 Severus Snape/Sirius Black HP slash recs

Selection Criteria

Snape/Sirius is the main pairing.

The recs contain art and fics in short/medium/long ranges.

Focus on variety in genres/writing styles.

One fic max from an author. But most of these authors have multiple fics with this pairing. So definitely check their AO3 pages if you want more.

AO3 Collection for this list

This list is subjective based on my reading.

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now, the close-ups:

harrymort kisses ( ˘ ³˘)♥

also i got very much nostalgic for autumn

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I know you miss these boys 🖤🤍

adults Draco and Harry, who teach at Hogwarts

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The Final Battle

woohoooo, it's finally finished!!!!- had a lot of fun time painting this

I present to you, enemies to enemies-with-benefits to lovers to enemies again, because angst. They are unwilling to be the other's end but neither wants to yield and surrender their ideals. So in the end the battles never get past the minor bloodshed, their secret stays, well, a secret. Untilllll they mutually decide to finish this, alone, on the years ruined Hogwarts grounds, hence the title 'The Final Battle'. The ending is up to interpretation. :)

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time-travel time!

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“Hurry up”

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An idea came to me today: 

Draco started smoking during the war. A nasty muggle habit he picked up from one of the shopkeepers who’d deliver food to the Manor every other Tuesday. She was French and crass, with cropped dark hair and a sharp tongue. She would smirk at Draco every time he came to the gates to collect the packages, holding out her hand, a small brown, hand-rolled cigarette presented between her index and middle finger. Her thin, raised eyebrow was as much of a challenge as any, and oddly enough, one he could meet without cowardice in those days. He could take what was offered without fear of repremand or consiquence.  Draco found a small bit of accomplishment in the act. A bit of power gained back. 

Her visits were a mercy to him. They left him feeling something other than the endless dread of a wasted life. His frayed nerves soothed ever so slightly by the burning smoke that would coax its way through his lungs.

It’d been ten years and he’d yet to kick the habit. Harry knew all this, of course. He knew Draco’s history, his scars, and his tendencies to hang on to creature comforts, even if they were a detriment to his health. Harry would never force Draco to do anything. He knew he didn’t have the power to bend the man to his will even if he tried, but he would lean into his side with a squeeze to his shoulder every time he saw Draco reaching for his papers and his tabaco. He’d kiss his hair, and whisper soothing reassurances in his ear as Draco would light up, ending with a gently uttered, you shouldn’t smoke, darling, before pulling back, wishing that one day Draco would listen. 

Print available here 

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My piece based on the beautiful (gorgeous, heartwrenching, outstanding, amazing) story Grounds for Divorce by the exceedingly talented @tepre !!! 

Bonus Harry close up cause I wanted y’all to see his freckles.