#severus Snape statement

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Propaganda I’m not falling for:

– Severus Snape as a confident man who’s got everything under control

– Severus Snape as a cold, caustic type who never loses his temper or composure

– Masculine Severus Snape

– Severus Snape as some kind of aloof male lead straight out of a cheap dark romance novel

– Severus Snape as emotionally mature

– Severus Snape not getting jealous at the drop of a hat because of his unresolved insecurities

– Severus Snape being able to control himself when something triggers him due to his deep-rooted trauma

– Severus Snape as some posh upper-class guy

– Severus Snape acting like a middle-class Londoner in the muggle world instead of the scrappy working-class kid from the slums that he actually is

– Buff, muscled Severus Snape instead of the scrawny stick of a man every elderly lady would tell to eat more

– Severus Snape as a functional adult

– Severus Snape knowing how to manage his emotions

– Severus Snape falling for someone who isn’t another dysfunctional little freak just like him

– Severus Snape’s trauma being written as a source of mystery instead of what it really is: just deeply pathetic

– Byronic Severus Snape

– Severus Snape as a character out of a Brontë novel

– Severus Snape without episodes of uncontrolled rage

– Severus Snape as some sexualised version of Edward Cullen instead of the scrawny, rabid alley cat he truly is.

[lunar-skylar]

Marauders fans (the Death Eater sympathizers) will literally bend over backwards to defend their little fascist character(s), talking about “Oh but he was just a boy!”, “He was a child! Don’t fault him for what he does as an adult while he’s still a kid and hasn’t done anything”

But if you agree, and say the same could be said about Snape, they’ll all start hissing and growling at you, as if you just said the most blasphemous thing ever.

[remus-poopin]

i have nothing against black people, the problem with this new snape actor is that casting him would fundamentally change snapes story. the issues of his class would become racial and the bullying and neglect he goes through will also take a racial tone. four white privileged boys tormenting a poor black boy is not a good look. i know your not seeing this as a problem but thats because you dont have the context, race isnt the same in the uk as it is in the us, its not as big of a deal, but CLASS is. the showrunners are probably changing this to help american audiences understand these problems better but why is that even necessary? they could just explain class issues in the show, even if its heavy handed, its better than changing everything which is just lazy writing. also lets not forget that snapes appearance is an important part of how his character is treated by others. he needs greasy hair and a hooked nose, this actor doesnt have that at all, so many scenes wouldnt make sense. i dont understand why everything needs to be so woke, it ruins the characters and the story, just cast the way they were written its not that hard. this isnt a race issue its about the integrity of the story. 

Anon I’m so sorry but I just don’t care enough about this to have this conversation. I can’t justify spending my time arguing about black Snape, I just can’t do it

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Alright, let’s obliterate this so-called "critique" of Severus Snape because the level of bad-faith arguments and outright ignorance is honestly painful. You’re coming in hot with the usual half-baked points while conveniently ignoring key aspects of canon. Let’s fix that.

First, this tired “Snape only cared about Lily because he wanted to ‘bang’ her” nonsense? Get real. Snape’s motivation wasn’t some twisted obsession—it was guilt. He felt an overwhelming responsibility for her death because his actions directly contributed to Voldemort targeting her. His life’s mission became protecting Harry as a way to atone for his past. This wasn’t about personal gain or selfish longing—it was about redemption through sacrifice. The dude knew he’d never be forgiven or even recognized. He still did the right thing.

You whine about Snape calling Lily a Mudblood like the books didn’t make it abundantly clear he regretted that for the rest of his life. It was the culmination of years of internalized prejudice from being steeped in Slytherin’s toxic culture, which he ultimately rejected. Meanwhile, James Potter and his crew never faced real consequences for their relentless bullying and attempted murder (Werewolf Incident, anyone?, SEXUAL ASSAULT???). But sure, let’s pretend teenage Snape’s worst moment defines his entire being while handwaving the Marauders’ abuse as “pranks.” Hypocrisy much?

And let’s talk about Lupin. The guy forgot to take his Wolfsbane Potion—literally the one thing keeping a deadly werewolf from rampaging through a school full of children. That’s not a minor slip-up; that’s criminally irresponsible. Snape, knowing the stakes, exposed Lupin because no sane adult would let someone so reckless stay in a teaching position. Hogwarts students needed protection, not a ticking time bomb. If you can’t see how allowing someone with such a blatant disregard for safety to continue teaching would be insane, you’re either too young or too naive to understand what real responsibility looks like.

Your attempts to paint Snape as some unparalleled monster for being harsh to students are hilariously selective. McGonagall reduced Neville to tears on multiple occasions. Moody turned Draco into a ferret and slammed him into the ground—which people cheered for because they liked seeing Draco humiliated. Hogwarts was full of abusive teachers, but Snape is somehow the only one you’re pressed about? Cry me a river.

And let’s not pretend Neville, Hermione, or Harry were ever broken beyond repair by Snape’s cruelty. Neville became a war hero. Hermione stayed top of her class and thrived. Harry named his son after Snape. Did Snape’s treatment scar them for life? No. Was it wrong? Yes. But framing it as irredeemable abuse while ignoring the life-or-death stakes Snape constantly operated under is absurd.

Also, comparing Snape to Regulus or Draco is laughable. Regulus realized Voldemort was insane when it personally affected him (Kreacher’s mistreatment) and died quietly, accomplishing nothing in his lifetime. Snape spent years playing double agent, saving lives, and actively working against Voldemort while enduring suspicion, isolation, and constant danger. He wasn’t just sad Lily died—he dedicated everything to ensuring her son lived, even though he hated Harry.

Your entire rant reads like a middle school Tumblr post from someone who skimmed the wiki and ignored 90% of canon. Snape was bitter, cruel, and morally gray—but he was also heroic, self-sacrificing, and endlessly complex. Reducing him to “mean teacher bad” is shallow, lazy, and frankly embarrassing. Read the books again—or better yet, read them for the first time—before coming at Snape with this weak, surface-level analysis. Next.

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[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.

[fannedandflawless]

The Uniform Was Armour

An attire analysis of Severus Snape, as portrayed by Alan Rickman

What does it mean to wear forty buttons every day? To choose black not for fashion, but for function? To wrap yourself in discipline and precision while others wear colour and comfort?

I’ve been studying Severus Snape’s wardrobe across every film—and what began as curiosity quickly turned into full analytical obsession. Because beneath that iconic silhouette is an entire philosophy stitched in wool, linen, and silence.

Let’s talk about it.

👔 The Buttons, Layers, and Surprising Realism of Snape’s Wardrobe

Yes, I’ve zoomed in. Repeatedly. Across every film, from Philosopher’s Stone to Deathly Hallows, I’ve counted his buttons—frame by frame, button by button, layer by layer. Let’s just say—I’ve become very familiar with this frock coat’s construction.

And darling, here’s the breakdown:

3 unbuttoned at the collar

9 buttoned down the front

10 per sleeve

4 per leg

🧮 Total: 40 buttons.

Forty. Let that settle in your bones.

On set, most were decorative—Alan Rickman wasn’t fastening all forty by hand. Hidden zippers, snap closures—clever costume design. (This is based on standard film costuming practices—where elaborate garments are often modified for ease of dressing with hidden closures. No official quote confirms this for Snape's outfit specifically, but it aligns with how similar costumes are constructed.) But in-universe? If the real Severus Snape wore this...

It’s safe to assume he used a spell. Realistically, no one’s spending fifteen minutes every morning fastening forty buttons—not even Severus Snape. He had essays to mark, potions to brew, and a corridor presence to maintain.

And oh, that presence.

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🧥 The Full Layer Breakdown (Based on Alan Rickman’s Film Costume and Button-by-Button Image Zooming)

1. White high-collared shirt – stiff, sharp, and always buttoned to the throat. Clean. Severe. Scholar-coded.

+ Black cravat or neckcloth – visible in several key scenes (notably when inspecting the cursed necklace and seated with the Dark Lord). Likely silk or satin. It adds formality and structure, anchoring the layers while communicating a quiet, old-world elegance.

2. Inner black buttoned layer – possibly a waistcoat or inset panel. Tailored close. Minimal.

3. Frock coat – double-breasted with 14 visible buttons. Structured. Commanding. The real statement piece.

4. Long open-front robe – that iconic swirl. When he enters a room, it follows like a shadow.

5. Straight black trousers – clean-cut, no nonsense.

6. Tall black boots – polished leather, confident heel.

7. (Possibly) sewn-in underlayer for structure – subtle but significant.

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🪡 What Could the Fabrics Be?

Shirt: Cotton or stiff linen—light but architectural. Holds the collar high.

Inner layer/waistcoat: Lightweight wool or twill—close fit, breathable, efficient.

Frock coat: Wool blend or gabardine—thick, silent, unmistakable.

Robe: Wool or silk-blend—fluid with weight, designed for drama.

Trousers: Soft wool or worsted—no embellishments, just utility.

Boots: Black leather—lived-in, lacquered, ready to move.

The entire ensemble whispers: do not underestimate me.

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🔥 How Did He Survive the Heat?

All black. All layered. All day. In July? (Or August, depending on the school calendar—but we’ll get to that heatstroke later.)

The answer is geography. He lived in the dungeons.

The Slytherin common room sits beneath the Black Lake—stone walls, filtered light, the occasional squid gliding past. Cold enough to preserve potions and secrets alike.

So yes—he wore forty buttons and never broke a sweat. Because the walls were colder than any seasonal breeze. And honestly? So was he.

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🧼 How Many Did He Own?

We never see his wardrobe, but let’s be honest—he’d need more than one. You don’t brew over a cauldron daily without carrying the scent of asphodel and burnt fluxweed for hours. Add parchment ink, dust from centuries-old tomes, a hint of candle soot—and you’ve got a potion master’s signature scent.

And let’s not forget: Hermione Granger literally set fire to his robes in Philosopher’s Stone—whether it was the hem or that slightly fluffy bit at his ankle, the damage was real. There can’t have been just one. Not in a school full of reckless students and volatile substances.

These garments weren’t just iconic—they were functional. And surely duplicated.

Three, at minimum. Five, if he allowed himself the luxury. All identical. All immaculate. Possibly with a charm or two to keep the folds crisp and the fabric warded.

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🧣 The One Exception—His Layer for Weather

Across eight films and countless scenes, Severus Snape’s uniform never truly wavered—except once, perhaps twice.

In Philosopher’s Stone, during the infamous Quidditch match where he counter-cursed Quirrell’s jinx, he wore something different:

A high black scarf

Fingerless black gloves

A heavier, textured outer cloak—draped and more tactical

It’s the only time we see his silhouette altered so clearly.

Still black, still formal, but slightly more utilitarian. Weather-appropriate, perhaps? November in the high stands of the Quidditch pitch must’ve been brutal—wind cutting, robes whipping. Most students wore house scarves not just for pride, but to survive the chill.

So yes, that scarf and heavier cloak weren’t just stylistic flourishes. They were practical, protective, and quietly prepared.

Either way, it stood apart—and not just in costume. In that moment, he was cast as the villain, misunderstood and brooding in layers.

And I must wonder—where did that cloak go? At first glance, I assumed it had been lost to the flames of Hermione’s accidental sabotage in Philosopher’s Stone. A dramatic end to a singular garment.

But then—rewatching Goblet of Fire—there it was again. During the Hungarian Horntail trial, Snape sits beside McGonagall, and if you look closely: folded cuffs, denser weave, a broader drape over his shoulders. The silhouette is unmistakable.

The scarf and gloves are gone, but the cloak’s presence speaks volumes. Not flashy, but deliberate. A return not for spectacle, but for utility. Its weight, its shape, the quiet precision in its fit—nearly identical.

So no—it wasn’t destroyed. Not gone. Not forgotten. Simply reserved. Practical. Intentional.

Another glimpse into how even the rare deviations in his attire still follow a purpose. Nothing is ever random with Severus Snape.

Still all black, still stern—but there’s something in the added structure that reads more formal. Less dungeon-brewer, more event overseer. It’s functional, wind-resistant, and dignified in a cold, open-air setting.

Perhaps it was kept for outdoor events—or those requiring a touch more presence. It reminds us that even the most stoic wardrobe had its layers—and that nothing Severus Snape wore was ever without intent.

Even when the silhouette shifted slightly, the reasoning didn’t. Whether reserved for specific events or dictated by weather, every layer had purpose. He was always watching. Always calculating. Always protecting.

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🖤 What the Uniform Meant: Endurance as Identity

The choice to wear such rigid attire wasn’t just style—it was declaration. It was discipline. It was Severus Snape, sealing himself into something he could control.

"It is endurance. Conditioning. Discipline—of body and mind. This attire is not meant for ease. It is meant for containment."

That’s how I imagine he would have spoken of it, if ever asked. With restraint. With precision. With the same measured control that shaped his every movement.

He didn’t wear black because he liked the colour. He wore it because black absorbs. It doesn’t reflect, doesn’t shine, doesn’t distract. It takes.

And if someone ever questioned the heat? The weight of so many layers?

"If I wear less… I feel more." "And for someone who has spent most of his life bearing what others cast off, that is… not always bearable."

It was never about temperature. It was about endurance as aesthetic. About turning vulnerability into fabric. A way of saying: I will bear what others shed.

To wear layers was to keep the world at a distance. To button forty buttons was to remind himself: control is chosen. Every day.

"There is a certain power in being the only one who does not wilt under pressure. Let them sweat. Let them squirm. I remain."

Snape didn’t need robes that breathed. He needed robes that held.

Because the man beneath them had spent a lifetime feeling too much. And hiding it all in plain sight.

And somehow, it worked.

He endured.

And never once did his silhouette flinch.

[maxdibert]

Well, after reading Snater arguments on Reddit, there’s something I’d like to comment on. I mean, I’m a lawyer, and I’m a lawyer who advocates for social reintegration, not punishment. So when I think about morally questionable characters, I always think like a lawyer. It’s something I can’t avoid because I spent years memorizing laws, and that fries your brain, so you’re just going to have to bear with me here.

The point is, I don’t give a damn that Snape hung out with the bad guys. I don’t care that he followed Voldemort because, from a legal standpoint, Severus more than paid his debt to the community. First of all, there’s no evidence that Severus killed anyone before Dumbledore asked him to perform a rather shady kind of euthanasia. That means his involvement with the Death Eaters was essentially collaboration with a criminal group. If we take into account that he later switched sides and became cooperative with the “good guys,” then in any trial, that would already significantly reduce his sentence, which, considering that he didn’t commit murder, wasn’t involved in any attempted homicides, and didn’t directly collaborate in major crimes, would already be pretty short.

But if we also consider that after switching sides, he worked as a double agent, then we can count his service as a kind of probation with community service. In other words: serving a sentence. For me, Severus Snape served both time and punishment for the actions he committed. A sentence that was much longer and harsher than his crimes warranted. So I don’t give a damn what he did before because he’s already paid his debt to society, and any democratic legal system would see it that way. And I don’t believe in life sentences or the death penalty because they’re useless, capitalist punishments, so whatever. The point is that Severus paid. He paid with his life, both metaphorically and literally, because from the moment he joined Dumbledore, he had no life of his own. He had no future. His entire world became focused on doing whatever it took to pay his debt to society. A debt that, in the end, led to his death. So, yeah, he might seem like an asshole and a bad person to you, just like I see plenty of assholes and bad people who come into my office, but the reality is, if they serve their sentence, they settle their debt. And Severus paid more than he owed. Honestly, I wish there were lawyers and therapists in the wizarding world—maybe that’s why things are such a mess there, lol.

[lilithofpenandbook]

It didn't even occur to me until now that maybe Remus wasn't just lying to Harry but rather he straight up just assumed everyone was in love with James and so Severus was no different-

"We were in the same year, you know, and we -- er -- didn't like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James's talent on the Quidditch field…" (PoA ch18)

"That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." (PoA ch22)

Ah, yes, Remus... wishing to be liked and celebrated, wishing to be awarded and looked up to, thinking James is the height of cool and wanting to be like him... Those are totally Severus things, and not you projecting

[archie-mp3]

Cannot believe this has to be said for the millionth time.

Stripping ANY ONE of their clothes without their consent is sexual assault.

James Potter had malicious intentions when he was stripping Severus of his clothes, in front of a crowd. No matter how many excuses you make, it will always canon and considered to be sexual assault. It does not matter what Snape does later in his life—using a victim’s future actions to justify their abusers past actions does not work. It doesn’t matter if Snape and James are fictional characters.

Actively denying what James did wasn’t sexual assault waters down his actions as a bully towards not only Snape, but the other victims of James as well.

Yes, Snape is an asshole. But he canonically neither good nor bad, he is morally grey. Much like Dumbledore. He isn’t a saint and he never will be, but the fandom fails to understand that the environment he grew up in influenced his future actions. (Influenced, not justified.)

I am willing to bet the majority of the people defending James after SWM wouldn’t be if Severus was a woman rather than a man.

No one deserves to be bullied, let alone sexually assaulted. If you disagree, especially with that last statement, you are the issue.

Genuinely, what ever happened to human compassion and understanding why people turn out the way they do?

[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

Words: 2.6k

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.

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"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."

[himegureisu]

Expectations

Summary: The news of your pregnancy has spread throughout the castle.

A/N: I did this, pretending to be busy at work until the end of the day. There's another one in the works I hope it doesn't take as much time as it did this one.

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There were several violent reactions when news reached students of your pregnancy.

They could barely reconcile the fact that their Potions’ Professor was married. To you, one of their nicest substitute professors, among any other person in the world. To see a physical manifestation of the relationship they could hardly fathom would be the true game changer.

There were restrained conversations of joy amongst the Slytherins, fond smiles from Hufflepuff, sensible arguments from Ravenclaw, and barely audible gasps from Gryffindor when you arrived at your classroom. However, nothing could top the dramatic swoon that overcame Ronald Weasley when Harry whispered the news into his ear.

Your students gasped and giggled as young Weasley’s cheeks turned a shade of crimson when he came to, crowded by his friends.

“Is it truly astonishing we’d get to this point?” Severus remarked, “There is no doubt that I love you,”

“Your attitude doesn’t aspire the thought that you’d like kids,” you explained, as you gestured for them to sit down, “And, they don’t see you as I do,”

“They don’t need to,” he simply said, “They’re not you,”

Your cheeks warm at his words and on the ring of the bell, your smile vanished. Your time’s up for the morning. Severus sighed and withdrew reluctantly from your embrace. His arms remained on your side, hesitant to let go when the students continued to file in.

“I’ll come here for lunch,” he whispered by your ear, as the students observed, “I’ll not hear complaints about this,”

“Okay,” you conceded, as the bell rang again, and said, “You’ll be late,”

His hot breath on your cheek as gentle warm lips brushed against your skin in a light kiss. Your lips slowly turned up as he pulled away but you said before he could let go.

“If you’re not going to do it properly then perhaps we shouldn’t take lunch together after all,”

His steps faltered and turned around; his eyes widened in surprise at your bold statement in the midst of the class but there was that mischievous sparkle in them. You anticipated his rejection but the moment his lips gently pressed against yours and audible gasps echoed throughout the room, you knew that lunch and most likely dessert was on the table.

His arms pulled you closer in his embrace, making the rest of the class fade away as you both lost yourselves in the moment. Your eyes fluttered open as Severus withdrew, taking your hand and pressing a softer kiss on it.

“I love you,” he declared, “And I don’t need to prove it to anyone but you, however, if you insist then, I hope you’ll prepare yourself for the most ridiculous display of affection these coming months,”

“I’ll look forward to it,” you smiled, and his heart warmed at the sight, “I love you. I’ll see you later, so go to your class Professor Snape,”

“Lest I be late,” he started to walk again, as you said, “What a first for your teaching career, Professor Snape late!”

[danadiadea]

sometimes i forget not everyone in the fandom hcs him as autistic....

something I noticed with Snape fans on here is when you say you hc him as autistic is that there's three types of reactions, either

a. woa wow me too I hc him as autistic!

b. i dont hc him as autistic but that's cool for you!

c. act like you killed their fucking grandma and start actually tweaking even though it's not even that serious

[wisteria-lodge]

What do you think about Draco’s and James’s similarities + differences but opposite treatment in the narrative?

Since Draco does have a full detailed explanation behind his behavior, he was raised to think it’s okay but they should keep up appearances, and he often witnessed others doing it first. James does not have any sort of explanation other than his parents pampered him.

Both said “Think I’d leave, wouldn’t you”. However Draco said it in context of trying to find something to bond with Harry over whereas James just wanted to bully Snape.

In Goblet of Fire, Draco points out how the death eaters could attack Hermione to scare the Trio into leaving him alone, however James actually did what the death eaters and threatened to do worse since he took his frustrations with Lily out on Snape. In Said confrontations, The Trio were the ones who accidentally came across Draco but James approached Snape out of boredom.

Both had prejudiced beliefs but Draco actually gave up his childhood prejudices but we have no proof James did.

While James did help Snape, he was also helping His friends and he went right back to sadisticly bullying and he was the main instigator.

Draco spared his enemies and tried helping them with no ulterior motives and fully expecting to be tortured/killed. While he did go to Harry in the room of requirement, he didn’t actively participate in the attacking, aside from trying to stop Crabbe from attacking the Trio. He also even expresses concern for Harry.

Yet James is somehow seen as more heroic.

James dies, Draco doesn't. It's the Draco vs Regulus framing thing all over again. As far as JKR is concerned, dying heroically just fixes everything, I guess.

A related part of her worldview is that suffering purifies you and makes you a better person. I do think that's the intended purpose of the super deliberate James + Draco parallels ("I think I'd leave, wouldn't you? [if I was sorted into X house]" - is really on the nose.) It's supposed to communicate how Harry would have looked, if he'd grown up like James or Draco. (Wealthy, only child, wizard parents who dote on him and spoil him.) Under difference circumstances, Harry could have had more of an ego, been more entitled, given into the brutal streak that he does have. When we first see school-age James, he's described as "It was as though [Harry] was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes." That's a very interesting description, and I think ties in nicely to an "alternate universe Harry" reading.

This is also something that seems to have been on Dumbledore's mind. He describes 11-year-old Harry as "You were not a pampered little prince [ie, James], but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances. Thus far, my plan was working well."

So: As far as he's concerned, leaving Harry with the Dursleys is not just justified but good, because it's made Harry a better person. Considering that Dumbledore, Snape, Dudley, Ron (arguably Draco) also have personal growth arcs kick-started through suffering... I'd say this is a point of view the text supports overall.

But another thing... is that I've always thought JKR writes friend group dynamics really, really well. They're messy, shifting, warm, tight-knit and complicated. Outside dynamics like class, politics, and discrimination come in, and bounce around in unpredictable ways. Even if there was some way to cleanly add up everyone's 'bullying points' and 'victim points' or whatever, and plug them into some formula, and be able to come out with some definitive statement like "Draco had it worse than Peter" - I wouldn't want to do it. What makes the Harry+Ron+Hermione+Draco dynamic interesting... and what makes the James+Remus+Sirius+Peter+Severus+Lily+Regulus dynamic even *more* interesting... is that basically everyone has an area in which they're powerful or privileged, another area where they're vulnerable or disenfranchised (with the possible exception of James)... and it makes for these fantastically complex character dynamics and vicious cycles.

Because every single one of these characters is written with some degree of ambiguity, (some more than others...) which ones you gravitate towards, and which ones you dislike end up being more of a personal Rorschach test than anything rooted in the books.

Like, I can see from your ask that you're inclined to give Draco a very positive edit. (and I mean, come on, I love Draco too.) You read Draco as vulnerable during the scene where the Golden Trio finds him the woods during the World Cup chaos, and decides to "scare the Trio into leaving him alone." That is absolutely a read that makes sense, but it's one that you're bringing to the book, there's nothing in that scene to suggest that Draco feels threatened. My personal read is that Draco - always squeamish about violence - is actually worried about Hermione on some unexamined level, because everything he says during that scene is advice on how to protect her, just expressed in a really asshole-ish way. But I think the read intended by JKR is - here's Draco, being an asshole, dishing out some exposition.

[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

[lilithofpenandbook]

So they say Snape's the moody emo of the staffroom (or at least that's what I expect most people would think)

Snape? Severus Snape? Severus "you want me to kill you now or should I write a lil speech about you first" "bows to Umbridge ironically" " 'ghosts are transparent' " Snape?

No. No no no no no. He's not the emo!

He's the life of the staffroom!

Things were all normal before Snape showed up. Youngest professor ever. Was a death eater last week. Way too small for his height. Just lost the person he wanted to protect. Has a lot of bitterness and trauma he hides with sarcasm.

Of course at first some were wary, some kind. Soon he integrated. And he's the life of the staffroom.

His reaction to Dumbledore telling him to kill him was a sarcastic, sassy lil joke! You think the man that bowed to Umbridge after being deliberately unhelpful, the man who pops up behind people in corridors, the man who waited for the perfect moment to address Harry and Ron after the two crashed in in Harry's second year, you think he's gonna be the silent one?

He is absolutely not the silent one. He's probably the liveliest of the group. He's sassy, he's sneaky. He's the one who walks in completely silently, right up behind one of the others, and whispers "boo" in their ear. He's the one who pulls faces behind someone's back or mimics them. He's the one who keeps a deadpan expression while ruining the song someone else is listening to by singing along in a serious voice with his own "lyrics" that are incredibly rude or incredibly stupid, or who walks in bobbing his head like a demented turkey, legs all bent, deadpan face, while someone else is trying to listen to music. He's the one who offers to bring Coke to staff parties and when McGonagall says they are not having childish fizzy drinks that are chock full of sugar and all the way from a muggle store he clarifies that he meant Cocaine and cackles at her annoyed face. He's the one who deliberately can't find something just to make someone mad. He's the one who pretends to have no idea what someone is talking about just for a laugh. He's the one who butts into conversations with a sarcastic joke. He's the one who gives people damaged quills and giggles when they get mad at it for not working. He's the one who won't sit properly in a chair and instead leans all the way back just because it makes McGonagall's eye twitch. He's the one who makes unhelpful statements which are technically true but still unhelpful and clearly trolling.

He's the one who makes everyone so mad, he's such a nuisance.

He's the one who makes them laugh so hard, he's so ridiculous.

He's the life of the staffroom.

[defectivevillain]

scar-crossed lovers

pairing: Severus Snape/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

summary: “This really isn’t necessary,” you feel the need to say, once you realize that Severus is going to apply the burn paste for you. “I’m perfectly capable—” you break off at the cynical expression on his face, which suggests exactly how incapable he thinks you are.

word count: 2.7k | ao3 version

this work is technically in a series, so feel free to read the other parts and then come back :3

warnings: first-degree burns

Potions was one of your least favorite subjects as a Hogwarts student. You weren’t necessarily bad at brewing, but you weren’t quite skilled at it either. The pressure to follow precise instructions coupled with the subsequent risk of injury that came with errors made it a hard class for you to enjoy. You didn’t have enough confidence in your abilities to proceed through Potions with conviction, and that showed through in your classwork. You often brewed the Potions correctly, but it took you twice as long as it took your classmates. 

Thankfully, your Potions days are long behind you. You’re the Ancient Runes professor at Hogwarts and acting Head of Hufflepuff House—and neither of those roles require an extensive knowledge of Potions. You’re more than content to leave the art of Potions to Severus Snape, the current Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House. You’re secretly relieved that you left Potions back in your school years. You’d much rather continue practicing and researching the subject you’re skilled at—Ancient Runes—than meddle with Potions.

The universe seems dead-set on spiting you, however, because you soon find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position. Minerva is regarding you with an expectant gaze, evidently waiting for you to respond to her statement. You have to put a conscious effort towards remembering what she’s requested of you. 

Severus will be away for the next few school days, in order to attend an international Potions conference. Since the Potions Master will be absent, the castle will need a substitute to stand in his place. You’re not exactly surprised that Minerva is asking you to fill in for Severus—you teach an elective course for upper-years, which means that you have less classes to teach than your colleagues. You have enough time in your schedule to fill in for Severus. The thought of returning to the dungeons for Potions isn’t quite savory, but you know you’ll manage. Besides, you’ll be the professor, not the student. You won’t actually have to brew anything; instead, you’ll be supervising the students’ creations.

“I can do it,” you tell Minerva. The Transfiguration professor thanks you and the tension seems to leave her shoulders. For the rest of your meeting, the two of you review the lesson plans Severus left and discuss any potential obstacles. You leave feeling both nervous and excited. 

To your surprise, however, your Potions classes proceed rather well. The first day flies by without incident and you find yourself feeling strangely validated. You had anticipated there to be a struggle with maintaining your authority, especially with the younger classes of students whom you haven’t gotten to know yet. However, everything went rather smoothly. There were a few hiccups here and there, but you managed to handle them well. Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all.

Of course, the moment you begin to relax, something goes wrong. In hindsight, perhaps you should’ve expected mishaps from the second year Slytherins and Gryffindors—the two Houses usually don’t get along well, and the students are fairly young. But, you don’t have a choice in the matter—you have to supervise them, since Severus is absent. Safe to say, within a few moments of starting class, you’re developing a headache. 

The class is currently learning how to brew Strengthening Solution. You copy the recipe from the textbook onto the board with large handwriting and provide a few general tips, before allowing the students to pair up and begin brewing. By the end of the period, each pair should present a Strengthening Solution for grading.

Strengthening Solution is far from a difficult brew, but you still spot a few pairs having trouble. You eventually decide to pace around the classroom in circles, keeping your eyes peeled for raised hands or confused looks. Malfoy is doing well—unsurprising, considering that he’s apparently one of the top of the class. The same goes for Granger. Zabini and Nott seem to know what they’re doing. Weasley seems torn between attempting to slice his ingredients and cheating off of Granger. There aren’t any noticeable fights brewing amongst the students, which is a plus. Malfoy and Potter have a rather bitter rivalry, from what you’ve heard. 

Someone is trying to get your attention, though. You break away from your thoughts and walk over to the student, who is raising their hand diligently. “What’s the next ingredient?” a boy you recognize to be Neville Longbottom asks. You peek down into his cauldron, frowning when you notice it’s the wrong color. 

“What have you done so far?” you ask him. Longbottom recounts the steps he’s taken and you manage to find where he left off. “Salamander blood is next, Mr. Longbottom,” you answer him. Longbottom exchanges a worried look with Finnigan, his lab partner. Dread coils in your chest. The two of them look scared.

“Salamander?” Longbottom repeats, his eyes wide. 

“Yes,” you respond. The shocked look on Longbottom’s face does not inspire confidence. You grimace and take another sidelong glance at the cauldron, surprised to find that the color has since changed. Just what did Longbottom put in the concoction?

You don’t have time to find out, as the cauldron bubbles ominously. Within the blink of an eye, the cauldron is spitting boiling hot liquid everywhere. You quickly shove Longbottom to the side and turn to conjure a shield. Your arm is prickling and aching, but you ignore the sensation and focus on containing the potion’s unexpected eruption. Thankfully, you manage to prevent any harm to the other students—which is most important. A nullifying spell calms the bubbling potion back down, and you quickly send Longbottom to the infirmary before instructing the class to finish brewing and turn in what they have. Despite the mishaps with Longbottom’s brewing, the majority of the class seems to have finished the Strengthening Solution unimpeded. Once the students are dismissed, you turn your attention to the now-melted cauldron and try your best to repair it. After a few minutes of concentration, you manage to somewhat restore it. At the very least, it’s functional. Longbottom will just have to deal with it. 

You finish cleaning the table up, before wiping the sweat from your brow and taking a deep breath. That was a close call—your heart is still racing. There’s no telling what would have happened if you hadn’t contained the potion in time. Thank Merlin for small mercies, you suppose. 

It takes several moments for your adrenaline to fade away, and the feeling is then replaced with a strange prickling along your forearm. You frown and pull up your shirt sleeve, hissing as it rubs against your chafed and burnt skin. It seems not everyone escaped unscathed. Truthfully, though, you’re glad you’re the one injured—and not any of the students (aside from Longbottom, who is likely being chewed out by Madam Pomfrey right now). 

You know a few minor healing spells, but they hardly do anything to get rid of the harsh burn that seems to tear its way up your arm. You don’t really want to go to the infirmary—you know Poppy would have no qualms about telling you exactly how reckless and foolish you were. You suppose you could raid Severus’s Potions stash… but you don’t have a death wish. Severus is very possessive of his Potions, and you know he’d flip once he returned and noticed that something was missing. You inhale slowly and take a moment to process everything that just happened. 

Your brief reprieve doesn’t last very long, as a student enters the classroom and breaks you out of your thoughts. You cast a minor pain relief spell and quickly roll your shirt sleeve back down. Before long, you’re too busy greeting the next class of students to pay much attention to your injury.

Thankfully, your remaining lessons are uneventful. It isn’t until your final class is over and you start to walk to the dining hall that you remember the burn itching at your skin. The pain nullification spell has worn off and you cast another, idly hoping that it’ll somehow get rid of the burn entirely. You don’t really have the luxury to devote time to your wound—you need to finalize your lesson plans for the coming week and grade some essays that the fifth-years turned in. You spend dinner lost in thought, planning out how you’re going to spend the rest of your day. 

It’s really a shame that your plan falls into obscurity the moment you leave the Great Hall. You can’t be more than a few steps down the hall before you feel a presence at your side. You chance a sidelong glance at your newfound companion, relaxing when you realize it’s Severus. 

“Hey, Severus,” you greet him, unable to stop the small smile that works its way onto your face. You’re happy to see him. Severus nods and begins to walk at your side. You’re heading back to your office, and you suppose he is going to be returning to his office too. “Glad you’re back. How was the conference?” 

The Potions professor huffs. “There was a veritable mix of bright minds and complete fools,” he remarks with a dark glare pointed ahead. You have to stifle your amusement at the gesture. Severus doesn’t seem keen to elaborate further on the sentiment.

“That sounds about right,” you hum, recalling what you’ve heard about the conference in passing. “Your classes did pretty well. Only one cauldron blew up.” Severus lets out a long-suffering sigh, evidently thinking about all the cauldrons that will blow up across the duration of the school year. You can’t help but smile at his exasperation. Admittedly, you share some of it too—especially since the incident yesterday. 

“Thank you for watching over my classes,” Severus says, apropos of nothing. There’s no hint of anything other than sincerity in his voice. You raise an eyebrow at the realization. His lips quirk up ever so slightly and, Merlin, is that a smile? He surprises you even more by placing a hand on your forearm. Ordinarily, you’d appreciate the friendly gesture, but his grip falls right on your untreated burn and you have to wince. Immediately, his eyes are squinted in suspicion. You try to tug your arm back, but his grip is tight on your wrist—thankfully, away from the burn. The professor’s infamous scowl returns. “What did you do?”

You resolutely keep your mouth shut. Unfortunately, Severus isn’t the least bit discouraged. Instead, he grabs your sleeve and delicately rolls it up. The marred skin on your forearm is revealed and Severus shakes his head in irritated disbelief. 

“To be fair, I didn’t do anything,” you feel the need to establish. Severus pinches the bridge of his nose. You decide to continue speaking, even though his expression is quickly turning from annoyed to fuming. “Remember the cauldron I mentioned? Yes, well… Mr. Longbottom had a bit of an accident.”

Severus’s grip on your wrist becomes bruising and you hiss. He removes his hand, but the indignant expression on his face doesn’t fade. His fists are clenched at his sides and his scowl is the angriest you’ve seen. It looks as if he’s moments away from stalking over to the Gryffindor Common Room and taking points from the Longbottom boy. 

“Severus,” you chide him. You’ve been meaning to talk to him about his treatment of Neville Longbottom. The Gryffindor is absolutely terrified of the Potions professor. Now that you’re on the topic, you might as well mention it. “Actually—” The rest of the words disintegrate on your tongue, as you catch the murderous expression on the professor’s face. He glares at you and you fall silent. Now might not be the best time, you realize. 

Severus starts to walk away. He doesn’t offer a single word of explanation, but you follow after him because it seems like the right thing to do. A few moments later, you find yourself standing in front of his Potions stores. Severus lets out a long suffering sigh and climbs the ladder to the top shelf with practiced ease, grabbing Burn-Healing Paste and another vial before shouldering past you in the doorway. You take a step back and watch him lock the space, before following him into his office. It takes you a few moments to realize why he hasn’t dismissed you yet. 

“This really isn’t necessary,” you feel the need to say, once you realize that Severus is going to apply the paste for you. “I’m perfectly capable—” you break off at the cynical expression on his face, which  suggests exactly how incapable he thinks you are. Severus silently takes a few steps forward, leaving you to hesitantly backpedal until you’re forced to lean back against his desk. He makes quick work of rolling up your sleeve; you’re not given even a word of warning before the paste is being deposited onto your arm. You manage to keep quiet, despite the sudden shock. The paste is weirdly cold, and it almost immediately soaks into your skin. You stare down at it in fascination. 

“Thank you, Severus—” You move to get up, only for your colleague to push you back with a firm hand. You let your free hand fall to the desk behind you, feeling a sudden urge to brace yourself. Severus doesn’t seem to pay you any mind, as his gaze is honed in on your forearm. He procures the vial from earlier and picks up the pipette to place the amber liquid on your skin. At your questioning gaze, Severus explains. 

“Anti-scarring solution.”

“Severus, I don’t care if it scars,” you try to say. 

“Merlin forbid you mar your flawless skin,” Severus interjects, complete with a scoff and an intense eye-roll. The wording sounds a little familiar, but it takes you a moment to place it. Once you realize that he’s repeating something Lockhart said to you a few days ago— “You have such flawless skin!” —you can’t help but choke on a quiet laugh. 

“He’s rather friendly, isn’t he?” you muse aloud. Severus visibly stiffens at that, for some reason. Tension suddenly settles in the air, heavy and palpable amidst the quiet of his office. You can’t help but feel as if you’ve just done something wrong—you’re just not sure what it is. 

“More than friendly,” Severus states mildly. You want to ask him about the unreadable expression on his face (and the inexplicable glimmer in his eyes), but he places a healthy amount of salve on your arm and you flinch at the stinging sensation it creates. Lockhart had touched your forearm there, too. Whilst his touch incited disgust and discomfort within you, Severus’s touch makes your heart race. 

“Okay, thank you—” You try to escape again, feeling a bit flustered by the intense gaze he has pointed at you. The Potions professor doesn’t respond verbally, instead leveling you with such a malicious glare that any more objections fall to dust in your mouth. Severus returns his attention to your forearm, a roll of bandages in one hand as the other hand gently extends your arm. A shiver rolls down your spine. Time drags on like a viscous sludge, and you’re a prisoner to its whims. All you can hear is Severus’s calm, measured breaths; all you see is the careful manner with which he handles you, as if you’re made of glass. 

“Thank you, Severus," you breathe once the bandages are secured around your forearm. You swear you feel his hands linger for the briefest of moments, but you put it down to your imagination. At a loss for words, you end up bidding him a good night and retreating to your own office. Even as you try to immerse yourself in grading your class’s essays, the weight of Severus’s touch and the pressure of his gaze refuses to leave your mind’s eye. You fall asleep that night with your arm prickling, both from the salve and from Severus’s attentive, careful grasp earlier.

The next day, you’re set free from your supervisory duties. While the few days you spent as Potions professor were enjoyable, you’re very relieved they’re over. You’d much rather devote attention to Ancient Runes—a subject you feel you’re more qualified to teach. It’s also nice to have your free periods back. You take the chance to study up on some recent scholarship and walk about the castle, taking in the fresh air that the spring brings. 

Unbeknownst to you, during Potions class with the second-years, Gryffindor House loses a hundred points. When you hear the news at dinner, you can’t help but laugh. You then glance at Severus, unsurprised to find a vindictive smirk tugging at his lips. 

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