#a little bit of snape aesthetic for you

[saintsenara]

what are ur thoughts on all the young dudes man i gotta know

i've never read it, and i can't really see any situation in which i will. not only am i wolfstar-ambivalent, i'm also wizards-knowing-loads-about-muggle-pop-culture-ambivalent - so i'm very much not the target audience.

[although i'm not "what's going on in the 1970s"-ambivalent by any means, so there's that.]

but i suspect anyone who reads this blog regularly knew that - and so i also suspect [even though i wouldn't dare to assume this of you and your intentions in asking this, anon] that it might be presumed that i'm going to pop off about several of the phenomena all the young dudes has set into motion...

and sure, the contemporary marauders subfandom is not a space i'm interested in spending any time in - which is why i don't - but i think it's nonetheless worth saying something in defence of it.

all the young dudes deserves more credit than i think it gets in the fandom more widely - especially in those bits of the fandom which are more interested in canon compliance and canon coherence - for being a genuine pop-culture phenomenon. all corners of the fandom have benefitted from this - i guarantee that huge numbers of people who have returned to the harry potter fandom since 2020 have done so because they've read it [or, at the very least, heard of it], and i also guarantee that many of those people have gone on to make a home for themselves in spaces which seem to have very little in common with the marauders subfandom [such as canon-compliant jily or pro-snape spaces]. many of the things it does - especially the integration of muggle pop-culture into its worldbuilding - have clearly influenced how plenty of authors approach their own work, even if that work is otherwise removed from it in vibe. and its aesthetic is all over the non-fic aspects of fandom too - every "canon-compliant" moodboard or edit or playlist i've ever seen would fit well into the atyd universe. i think it doesn't hurt to acknowledge its influence - it doesn't mean that an author can't disagree with its approach.

[or: my view on all the young dudes is very similar to my view on taylor swift. i've never listened to a single one of her albums, i'm not sure i could name more than about five of her songs - and i don't think the five i can name are any good, i sometimes see flashes of the inter-swiftie discourse and it's like reading a text in a language i can only half speak - but i would be a fool to dismiss her broader pop-culture influence, including on musicians i do follow more closely, or the fact that the fandom which surrounds her is both sincerely interesting, not least from an anthropological perspective, and something in which people i like and respect participate.]

i also don't think the divisions between the marauders subfandom and other spaces are as clear-cut as is often made out. and i think that all the young dudes often gets used as a stick with which to beat this point - particularly because people in the marauders subfandom are frequently accused of not having read the books, and elevating atyd's interpretation of characters [especially sirius and remus] and events over the seven-book series.

that the subfandom elevates fanon and headcanon over canon is a legitimate point. but i think we should all get a fucking grip and recognise that this can disinterest us - or even annoy us - and still not be something any of us should think is that deep.

after all, like anyone, i've encountered people in fandom who write unrecognisable versions of characters, are completely resistant to the idea that their interpretation isn't correct, and believe that it's evidence of deep-seated prejudice to pair their faves with different people... and every single one is someone who believes that their approach is meticulously canon-compliant.

or - as the old adage goes - "people who live in glass subfandoms shouldn't throw stones at roadman remus".

[monster-energies]

always a woman

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary:   severus snape had always fallen for every little trait of yours, you have always made his life feel like the warmest hug there is. you do everything to make him happy but now he feels its the right time to make you happy only in the best way possible.

warnings: the lightest of angsts, if you squint but other than that, all round fluff

rating: general audiences

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word count:   3048

this oneshot can be found on archive of our own

author’s note:

title's namesake: the song always a woman by billy joel

guys. she is back EVERYONE CLAP.

well i say i return but then i disappear due to writers block and creative burnout for almost a year 😐🧍🏼♀️ i would type out my authors note disappearing reasons, but i genuinely think i would be here all day BWHAHAHAH,,,,anyways this was a suggestion/request i saw on tumblr by  @wtfhasmy-lifecometo :  a severus snape x reader where the plot of the story is based off of the song “she’s always a woman” by billy joel… and have it all be fluff… and basically it would be severus’s pov and it would be him describing how much his wife means to him despite her “flaws” . and i've taken a bit of a twist with it but i feel it vibes with it. im going with vibes, slay. anyways i won't keep you for long so enjoy reading or whatever

no but genuinely though,  thank you very much for reading !! it means a lot to me that you support my fanfics, whether you're an old or new reader of mine you are apart of the most girlboss place there is. reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. have an amazing day 💖

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“severus we can worry about your scarf later, we don’t want it to rain now do we.” you called from downstairs.

severus had been fumbling around with said scarf for quite some time. he had been  rather nervous and he couldn’t entirely figure out why. then he looked over to the one thing that he had bought and had merely regretted seconds after purchasing.

it was so expensive he contemplated why he bought the final choice in the shop, but he knew.

his life was worth living from that point onwards.

once he adjusted his scarf one last time, he took it, placing it in his pocket before heading downstairs to see your face.

you had beamed and was quick to take a hold of his hand. as you opened the door, the mid-autumn breeze hit you both and a smirk hit severus’ face. autumn was always his favourite time, he loved the leaves changing colour and his ability to wrap himself in more coats and scarves. he always was equipped for the autumn and winter season.

you had both been in for a long day, however it would be a day that you both planned for ages.

neither of you were one for having long days outside, and even then you would need to recharge before you planned on stepping foot outside again. it was severus who brought the concept up, which had been very out of character for him to say the least.

what was there outside that required an entire 24 hours was beyond you. but this was your lover, and you couldn’t help but love the moments in which he found himself impulsive.

you and severus started at the local bookshop, taking in every aesthetic of the bookshelves around you. the shop had recently introduced some new animal friends, cats, pygmy puffs, and many others graced their way to the shop to keep fellow attenders company. you loved stroking and tending to every animal there as they accompanied you to your bookshop adventures.

severus hadn’t been too fond of the animals, however if they made you happy then he was happy. after going to the bookshop, severus made a visit to a small café nearby to pick up some of your favourite sweet things, you had grown suspicious once he had asked you to wait outside, as you always went in with him to pick up these delicacies. but you had shrugged it off, just severus being severus.

“ready to go my dear?” you asked. and he nodded.

you  both made your way to a field, walks wit severs snape were always the best activity to do with him, a lot of your dates prior to today were always consisted of a slow journey that had no purpose, only for you both to smell the fresh air and be in one anothers presence, especially after long days where you find yourselves far apart. night walks seemed to be severus’ favourite thing, but of course you didn’t protest to that.

once you both found a perfect spot, you set up everything and indulged in your little day out you both were very much enjoying. you laid your head on severus’ lap as you eyes gazed at the beautiful view ahead of you.

you had taken out your wand, aiming it to the grass that bestowed upon you both.

“expecto patronum.” you chanted with your wand and your glowing rabbit patronus hopped around you both, surrounding you and severus in a beautiful blue wire binding you both together.

“your patronus will always be my favourite y/n.” severus said. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“i suppose i can let my one free for a moment.” he said.

he took his wand out from his inside pocket, and had it pointed to the ground.

“expect patronum.” he chanted quietly.

but much to both of your shock, nothing appeared. puzzled, severus tried again but to no avail. mumbling the spell over and over again, he smacked his wand several times on his thighs, had he really grown out of his wand?

“god forsaken piece of wood!” he muttered to himself.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his multiple attempts, tapping the wand on his lap in hopes that the magic would possibly work, your smile soon turned to small laughs, but severus happened to catch onto your little laughs.

“this isn’t funny, silly girl.” severus said, ruffling the ends of your hair before you let out more laughs. enough to make his heart melt.

“i know.” you suggested, you dug through your pockets and found a flower crown inside and put it on severus.

severus now had been bewildered by this action, turning his head slowly only for his brow to be raised, which you clearly couldn’t take seriously, and had only made you laugh some more.

“and…how is this supposed to help me?” he asked.

“trust me! it will work, try it.” you said.

severus couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly, in actuality he did enjoy the feeling.

when he tried the patronus spell once more, he saw it had taken the form of your patronus. a rabbit hopping in and around the fields.

he would always have this hint of shock that he shared a patronus with someone, it was a feeling he could never get used to. you couldn’t help but beam at his reaction.

“severus, your patronus…”

you were just as stunned as he was, neither of you had thought this would happen. your chemistry with one another had been stronger and stronger, from the moment you and severus had set eyes on one another, you had known it was nothing but destiny that had pulled you together.

severus turned to you and instantly grabbed a hold of your hands, by instinct. there was something in him that realised the moment was just right.

in fact it was more than ‘just right,’ it was perfect.

he was really going to do this now…

“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.

“y/n m/n l/n…”

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

when severus had asked you to move into his home, not a single ounce of hesitance disappeared inside of him. he hated his home, he hated that he inhabited this place.

but he had no other choice but to at least maintain what little legacy he had (if he were to call it that.)

when you had settled in, you actually didn’t seem to mind spinner’s end and it had some sort of potential to it. severus constantly asked you how things were in the house, even the most mundane things he had constantly told you that it wasn’t the best but it was the best he could offer to you.

he feared that his best wasn’t entirely good enough for you, but you always did your best to reassure him that everything in his home was fine.

one day he had left for his job and you decided to do the things that snape had always promised to do in this house. you had planned it for a while, but had to find the perfect timing  and severus being away at hogwarts for the day seemed to fall perfectly in your plans.

you were in for a very long day ahead.

severus had always found the items in his home having a particular place in each room, he didn’t want anything to be changed or it wouldn’t have felt right to him. you had been very careful about that, you put everything into boxes so that they could be taken out later, and got round to deep cleaning the house from top to bottom.

severus had neglected the deep cleaning process, always at the back of his mind however, he never done so.

how could severus live like this? was all you could think about. considering how much neglect he had received from his father, that would have been one of the many factors.

once the deep cleaning was complete, you went to organize all of his books, they had a comforting feeling in your grasp. you took a note of how severus organized his shelves and followed it down to the point.

you had wanted to make this place at least worth coming home to for him. you had seen how miserable severus had lived his life and it hurt you to see that.

as the day went on you had been putting in the finishing touches of the house. you had rearranged the furniture slightly and as you had placed severus’ knick-knacks all over the house, it made you hope that he appreciated all you had done.

suddenly you heard the keys jangle outside and you bustled to the front door, quick to open it.

“sev! you’re back.” you squeaked slightly, shoving your entire body in his arm and peppering kisses all over his lips.

severus had been shocked at the sudden affection, he had never felt that he deserved such a thing.

“i’ve got something to show you.” you said excitedly.

you took his hand and there was where you showed him the house. a mixture of emotions wavered in, as you showed him all of the little details of the newly arranged home, severus couldn’t decipher the feelings he had in the moment.

you had shown him the ground floor of the house, the kitchen and the tiny hallway and then the living room.

his chair had remained the same, by the fire place. the bookshelves looked…new. for a fact he had known that the books on those shelves were nowhere near new.

you had been talking about the newly arranged desk, picking up some of his favourite quills here and there.

but severus said nothing.

that deadpan (with the added shock) expression remained, as you looked up to your lover you could tell he was going to explode at any second.

you frowned as you put down the quills, “i’m sorry…” you mumbled, walking past him and going upstairs. closing the door on the bedroom you shared, you cried quietly to yourself as you slumped on the floor.

then the door slowly opened again, through your glossy tears you saw severus.

he then did something you almost never saw him do before, he pulled you into his arms. it had been awkward at first but you warmed up to his touch, new tears dripping down your face.

“i’m so sorry…i should have asked you, it won’t…it won’t happen again.” you mumbled.

“why are you apologizing?” severus asked.

“because, i ruined your house. i thought it would be nice to give you something nice to come home to. but you don’t like it.” you sniffled.

you did all of that for him?

“why would you think i wouldn’t like it?” severus asked again.

“because you like everything to be the same. you don’t like changes, i did too much.” you said.

if anything, severus had liked the changes you made in his home. it felt like he had stepped into a completely different place and he grew to like it.

“darling…i do love it. you’ve done the one thing i wished i could do to this home, you have no need to be upset.” severus reassured.

that made you hug him even tighter, he could only smile only to himself. you both got up and continued your tour of the newly decorated home, rambling about the tiny items that meant a lot to the pair of you.

you even had dinner freshly made, and so you both sat on the floor by the fireplace, with plates of lasagne at hand. of course you made it and severus did in fact love your lasagne. you listened to  severus talk about his day, it warmed your heart that he was able to open up to you. that he felt accepted enough by you to talk not only of the past but the present also.

you had both finished your foods and now you had been in one another’s arms, staring intently at the fires crackling in between the woody piles. from time to time, you had exchanged small kisses but they were the ones that always made the moment even more special.

“how long do you think you’ll stay with me y/n?” severus asked.

“well…for as long as we want, unless you wish to have me around. i don’t want you to be bored of me” you answered.

“how could you say that? y/n i couldn’t get bored of you. not in the slightest.” severus replied, with zero hesitation.

it shocked him how easily the words seemed to flow out of his mouth, it would take him months, hell even years to say that to someone but with you it seemed to be so easy.

and it was.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

settling in at spinners end was like any other place for you. you seemed to enjoy the dark aesthetic of the small town, how it seemed to be secluded from everywhere else in england and everyone seemed to be in their own little bubble but yet everyone knew everyone.

you had lived there for a year at that point, you had wanted to go outside. you knew a forest that wasn’t far away from the home, it had been heavily raining over the last few days. you seemed to enjoy the aftermath of the heavy rain.

“severus!” you called.

you slid into his office, his head shot up.

“ah you are clearly dressed. get your coat, we are going outside.” you said as you then disappeared.

severus seemed to enjoy when you took control of the day, he enjoyed how different every day was. with no hesitation he grabbed his coat and his scarf and joined you downstairs at the front door.

you took hold of his hand and lead him outside, you held a basket on the other hand as you then handed severus the other side of your wired earphones.

“y/n you know i will never get used to your modern traditions.” severus said.

“oh come on sevvy, you can listen to music at the palm of your hands! just this once, pretty please.” you pleaded.

severus grabbed the earphone and put it in as he then found himself listening to some classic rock song.

“it’s my favourite song.” you said.

the song in question was from a classic rock band. he was not entirely well versed in music, nor did he have an interest in it. but it was that moment something switched in him, the rhythm of the song seemed to catch onto him.

you squeezed his hand a little tighter as the music played.

“you’re enjoying it!” you squeaked slightly as you noticed severus humming along to the song.

severus only smirked and pulled you closer as you paced closer to what looked like a forest. you were the one person that would convince him to have music in his life. severus never understood the concept of it and why people enjoy it so much, but whenever music was played around you his whole life seemed to change.

there was always a song he would associate with you, which made him appreciate you more and more by the second.

“i found the perfect spot.” you said once you arrived.

you both entered deeper into the forest until nothing but the top of the trees was all you could see once you looked up.

severus looked around the spot you mentioned, serenity was you could feel. you were at peace with him.

with every second severus was with you, the more entranced he was. oh how your hair swiftly followed the breezes of the spring time winds, and when the sun slowly followed after you had looked nothing but a piece of art to him.

you were always his work of art.

“oh severus look!” you called and got up instantaneously.

severus sat up slightly, only to have his eyes on you. his gaze not leaving you, he was loved undeniably.

you sat right next to him and there you had picked up a small rabbit.

“oh severus! look at its ears, its adorable.” you squeaked, stroking the rabbit that had sooner or later, gained your trust.

severus looked to the furry animal, stroking it slowly.

you tried to let the rabbit go.

but it later came back.

you let it go back to its home, but not even five minutes later it would come back to you and severus. even making its way to severus’ lap and sleeping.

“i think it likes you.” you giggled.

it was quite adorable you thought. severus becoming a father of a rabbit within five minutes of your date together.

you enjoyed severus softening slightly at the sight of animals, seeing him tend to a stray rabbit was something you didn’t see everyday, but perhaps this would mean something for the both of you later in the line of your lives.

you scoot to severus, resting your head on his upper arm, then slowly wrapping his arm around you, you both took in the scenery, soft breaths escaped your lips as parts of the sunlight hit the forest bestowed upon you.

you felt like you spend an entire life time with him if you could.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“y/n…i never thought i’d ask you such a question, but i fear i can’t contain my feelings any longer.” severus said.

“y/n m/n l/n…”

“will you marry me?”

you couldn’t decipher the question and then it dawned on yo.

severus wanted to marry you. someone out there was willing to marry you.

tears flooded your eyes and dropped from your face, as you couldn’t see severus through your hazy vision of your sobs.

“yes…of course i’ll marry you.” you replied.

choked sobs escaped severus, putting the ring on you and embracing you into his arms and spinning you slowly.

“we’re going to get married.” you said barely louder than your normal voice.

“we really are.”

severus didn’t want to let you go in the slightest.

and it was in that moment that you were undeniably in love with severus snape.

[fernhelm]

btw no where in the books is it stated that any of the deatheaters (marauders or golden trio) were forced into anything. they chose that road. they are literally racists. people are allowed to hate. regulus black was a racist. its stated in the book that not even walburga and orion were but that regulus WAS. he loved that shit. severus snape was a racist. no matter how hard you try to baby them and make them a pretty little boy toy they are FACISTS. and you literally cannot compare james potter being a bit of a bitch when he was a teenager to them being facists.

it is insane to equate real world racism to the prejudice designed by jkr for her children's wizard series.

the death eaters are hateful, bigoted people in canon. insulting that you don't think i have the analytical skills to puzzle this out. seven year old me knew that when I was reading these the first time. jkr alludes to n@zis using language and aesthetics to create an immediate link in the mind of the reader. it's lazy to lean on that symbolism for your big evil group, but it is effective, because people (like you) see them as identical. to you these characters WERE racist. they WERE fascist. but like. jewish people in this fandom have asked time and time again for people to stop sanctioning that comparison.

please don't use your emotional energy for condemning evil people in fiction?? condemn the ideology of superiority (example voldemort) that leads to violence and bigotry in the real world. don't let jkr's heavy-handed analogy make you bestow the same weight to "anti-muggle" discrimination or whatever as historical atrocities.

i never compared james' actions to those of the death eaters??? say no to bullying ig? if only the marauders fandom was capable of discussing power dynamics in a normal way alas. but stop telling me what all of these people were like in canon. this shit is escapist and reclamatory 4 me. my regulus black wears a tutu and shit and has a complicated relationship with god. i only reference the books when im crafting my theories. idgaf about jkr's boring and narrow moral world.

if you are consumed by the theories of good v evil read goated philosopher hannah arendt and stay out of my inbox

[rainbowwinedemon]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Arsgsggsg I LOVE THIS (maybe bc i'm a little narcissistic)

First one gotta be lovelorn and nobody knows for the HP fandom (jeverus ship actually) is a sequel for too divine for human minds exploring what happens three years after they find out they're soulmates (in this au, soulmates can read each other minds). It had my favorite paragraph I've ever written:

That was probably his favorite summer to the date. Them exploring the woods and Severus getting sidetracked picking ingredients to experiment, going into town and taking walks while holding hands, spending the night outside with Severus sleeping on his lap while he enjoyed the warm summer breeze, swimming in the river to cool down from the heat, and then making love by the shore.

I pictured this as a film reel when I wrote it, and I was soo happy with the end result. Good. I love it so much.

Second goes to i slipped, then i could break the habbit (Joukai). That fic took over my head. I sat down and wrote whole first section in like two hours, then spent a whole day sitting in front of my laptop just so I could finish it. I actually had to cut it short. The last two sections where supposed to be full fledged sex scenes, but it was getting too long, it probably would've gotten up to 10~11k if I kept writing. I loved how it ended, so I guess I made the wrote decision. Here's one of my favorite parts:

He pulls away, Kaiba had his bottom lip against his teeth, his eyes blink open when he realizes Jounouchi stopped kissing him. He smiles a little, rocking him a bit on his lap. “Hi,” he says. “Hello,” Kaiba replies.

I'm not good at kiss scenes, but this was just sooo soft. I loved it.

Third gotta be Leash. Also a joukai, and a work in progress. I started writing fanfiction back in February, after being blocked for like three years, and pretty much of the first things I wrote where really soft (tho also really smutty) Leash is letting me write things that would've made uncomfortable three months ago, and I can also explore new ways to write smut. That always comes handy.

Here's a sneak peak from the second chapter

“Fuck you, Kaiba,” he spits instead, the fingers of his right hand flexing like he wants to grab him again. “Despite what fucked up idea you have in your mind, I’m not a dog. I don’t have a leash for you to pull on.”

Jounouchi turns on his back, walking down the stairs and very pointedly not looking back when Kaiba says, “Isono, please, walk Jounouchi to the exit. I don’t need him to get lost.” Jounouchi just goes straight for the door, countering with, “Don’t worry, I can find my way out.”

Fourth: something to give each other, for the HP fandom, obviously Jeverus. I think I started writing this right after getting my muses back, me and Beth (my first fandom friend, she's writing one of my favorite fics for this ship) started doing interchanges for this pairings. And this idea, like all the other, took over me. I put work into it, looking for each character aesthetic and writing headcanons to base the world on.

Here's my favorite part:

Jesus, he even hated the way he talked, slow, dragging the words to make his voice sound deeper. As if James hadn’t heard him last week, screaming like an honest to God four-year-old when Lily accidentally chipped his nails too close to the flesh. “I’m sorry, did we ask for your opinion?” this time, James did turn on his side to look at him, Snape was wearing a dark grey baggy turtleneck, along with pair of old dress trousers. He hated him a little more for making that fit look runaway material.

Fifth is actually a tie between double take and Have the cake. Eat the cake.

Double take is my latest published fic. It's a Joukai, and started because if line that I obsessed over from a fic (New Tricks by pockyhucks). I also wanted to try writing smut in a different way, and I wanted to get into the skin of someone in the Ace spectrum and figure out how you can be interested in someone's body without being interested in having sex with them.

Favorite part from this one is:

“I like touching you,” he cuts in before Jounouchi can finish his question. That statement makes him blush, but what he says next makes his blood pump in his ears. “I like the why your dick feels in my hand, and I also like knowing that you like me touching you.” He pauses, puts on that infuriating little smirk of his and tips his head. Jounouchi is red down his neck. “Is that enough for you, or do you want me to keep going?” Jounouchi gapes, his mouth opening and closing without a single word coming out. In the end he resolves to keep it shut, clearing his throat and turning to look through the window again, because if he looks at Kaiba, he’s probably going to combust in his seat. “That’s okay,” he eventually settles, speaking again his palm. “That’s quite enough.”

Anddddd finally Have the cake. Eat the cake.

This one is my baby, the first fic I'm writing with some resemblance of plot. It's a slow burn, and isn't even posted yet. But I love it soo much, I can't even explain it. Here's one of my favorite parts so far:

The Kaibas are the last ones to get to the course, Gozaburo wearing a white cap and Kaiba with black shades. He’s only one who’s dressed in shorts instead of trousers, and it makes him look painfully young against all the old man there. He doesn’t look like he cares, though, walking with his hands in his pockets replying to what Gozaburo was saying, taking the club that was meant for his father from Jounouchi’s hands.

He doesn’t test it, just gives Jounouchi a look that says ‘if I fail, it’s on you’, then walks to the closest hole and gets ready to swing.

It’s impolite, they’re the hosts, they’re supposed to let someone else play first, but Gozaburo just smirks when Kaiba makes the swing and scores, giving three slow claps that are echoed by the rest of the execs joining him. Kaiba just walks back to him, giving him the club and moving his hand in a come-hither gesture.

“Move along, mutt,” he says. Jounouchi clenches his fingers around the stick. “I want to finish this quickly.”

Jounouchi follows him around for the rest of the game.

Sorry, this kinda turned into a rant. But I'm so happy to be writing again that I'll take any change to speak about my works

[greenerteacups]

I noticed that you gave Narcissa dark hair instead of the canonical blond hair. I like that little bit because canonically Narcissa isn't described as having next to any Black family physical features really, so it was nice to let her have the black hair of the family. Narcissa being blond was fine but when a lot of illustrations of Narcissa having the same platinum blond as Lucius, it just.... Uff makes them look like siblings. It didn't help that Rowling also kinda described them as looking a bit alike, probably to be funny by making all the Malfoys look alike or maybe I'm misremembering stuff. So for the sake of my sanity I always imagined her as having golden blonde to Lucius's platinum blond hair. But your idea was also pretty good, I guess that's fanfiction giving us a lot of freedom.

That reminds me I'm also really excited to read more into the Black family in 5th book. That family wasn't nearly as much explored as it should've been. The Blacks were basically the royalty of wizarding world and a big deal for Draco's heritage.

The canonical matter of Narcissa's Hair is an extension of one of my pet peeves with the Black sisters, which is that they all have different colors and textures of hair. Which isn't genetically impossible! But it's genetically improbable in a family that's known for being inbred to hell. (One of the things — the few things — that G.R.R.M. gets right about genetics, in his portrayal of the Targaryens, is the sheer volume of incest that's necessary to preserve a recessive phenotype like pure white hair or purple eyes across several hundred years.) I also wanted them to seem more physically similar because it underscores the fact that they are fundamentally similar people; they were all raised by the same people, under the same roof, and if you forget that then you lose a lot of interesting wrinkles in the story.

All the same, I didn't want to throw canon totally out the window, so I cribbed her hairstyle from the films, which I like both aesthetically and thematically for what it says about her. Dying your hair to match your boyfriend is also a very Seventeen-Year-Old thing to do, so Snape's "you dyed your hair" line was meant to nod to the fact that Cissy was very, very young when all of this started. (Her keeping it dyed is another matter — but I think she just likes the way it looks.)

[broomsticks]

@bluesundaycake pahn you beautiful wonderful crazy human being, enjoy this so-very-your-aesthetic banner 😂😂😂

no seriously, i love how you manage to find a bit of humanity and more than a little bit of monstrosity in every character. love how you’re at the same time both incredibly intense and have such sane reasonable takes on things, and how you write such depraved things and are one of the kindest people around. betaing for you (weird timezone 🤝 weird sleep schedule solidarity) has been so fun and introduced me to so much fun new stuff; i’m very grateful!!

regulus/pansy gothic romance au! regulus/narcissa canon tragedy! neville/pansy/percy postwar celtic festivals! fleur/bill/tonks game show au! narlily au canon divergence! pahn has written such a range of incredible stuff i could go on all dayyyyy, but here are some absolute faves:

hades/persephone au! make it femslash! The hand that beckons • 1.5k, T • narcissa/lily luna oh my -screams- i still want to see that harry-as-demeter continuation someday!!

pahn’s snape voice snupin, just perfection: October 1984 • 24k, T. such a lovely take on post first war au snupin. after you’re done enjoying the story, take a min to appreciate from a writer level how naturally pahn’s weaved all the daily challenge prompts into such a cohesive and wonderfully paced story!

what do you mean eighth year explicit smut isn’t a good introduction to snarry? Hold me down • 7k, E. 11/10 pls bring straight into my DMs any day 😂

light and dark and dark and light. Plant your hope (rain down on me) • 9k, M. bahahah i love how you packed this postwar “all was very much not well” drarry with drastoria and on-page MCD and ughghghhfsh it’s so good.

coffee shop au but make it monsterfic 🥰 The Resurrectionist • tomarry, 12k, E. A story of monsters and men, and how alike they really are. honestly that pretty much sums up all pahn’s fic, hahaha.

it’s so cold T__T Don’t believe that god is dead • BCJ, gen • 2.3k, T. hey, look, a perfectly good underappreciated family trauma’d blorbo laid out right there, and you vivisected him so delightfully!

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

[in-flvx]

We all love a possessive Sirius, but, going from Canon, I think Sirius is also the first person to stand back given the vibes.

Like, sure, he'll hunt down Peter to safe Harry, and he'll live in a cave for his benefit. Bur he's also first ask if Harry is even interested in a relationship with Sirius, and then gives Harry the reins to coordinate it.

He'll be obnoxious towards snape, bc Harry doesn't like snape, and Sirius has no reason so trust him at that point either (like, literally. The guy straight up set him up for the dementors kiss just about a year and a half ago. Excuse Sirius to be a bit short and antagonistic toward snape!? As if it's Sirius' fault Remus didn't take his potion and then went on to hunt down children. But noooo Sirius, who had a million other things to consider is the bad guy in this situation, of course! Not the man who insisted on both his, and Remus receiving the dementors kiss) and Sirius, at that point, had spent over a decade in prison. But azkaban isn't just prison. It's emotional torture and solitary confinement. Aka more emotional torture. The fact that sirius is downright sensible, if a little cruel, is a goddamn miracle. And he is, by a landslide, the only grownup Harry actually regards as a guardian and safe haven.

But nooo, he sometimes has a few emotional outburst (let me reiterate: after over a decade of emotional torture and solitary confinement), so he must be the only bad grownup around!!!! [this is still sarcastic obv. Even with that, Sirius was one of the most responsible adults hp has to offer by a landslide])

Stepping away from the rant: Sirius is the one to tell James that he's being a pushy asshole with lily, and that she has no interest in a relationship with him. And this comment alone is, if you ask me, the reason why James gets his shit together over the following years. Like, yea, it's Sirius being bored who brought the entire mess of snapes worst memory into motion, but in the end it's James who is the most cruel, snape who lashes out against lily rather than James, and Sirius who tells James to calm the fuck down regarding lily, who obviously can't give a shit about james.

You have to be super freaking special for Sirius to care about you, and for Sirius to call you out!

His fight with Molly is so interesting in that regard. From the way they talk to each other before, and after their confrontation, and even in the time of it, it's obvious that they have a positive rapport with each other. He only gets volatile when she tries to baby Harry, when Sirius knows intimately (going from Harry's letters) how crazy it drives Harry to be out of the loop. Which is also why he give harry the two way mirror only after Christmas of Harry's fifth year. He could have given it to him much earlier, except it was a sacred part of his and James' relationship. So Sirius only gave it to harry when he knew both of them needed it as a tool of survival.

Sirius isn't easy with the trust he puts into the world. And he never expects anything back (if anyone ever looked for a martyr character, this is it. Sirius is the martyr among false martyrs. He's the only one ever getting to the ground of it. Remus can only ever get the aesthetic of the martyr, and with him not mastering 'reparo', he really sells that aesthetic. Sirius has much more real and dramatic shit going on than that though.

[aureum-lepus]

Araminta Tobbat - 'Exist for Love' Moodboard

Moodboard for my HP OC Araminta Tobbat and the upcoming fanfiction 'Exist for Love'! I wanted to share a bit of her aesthetics. I am a little bit nervous to share some infos for her but also excited!

Severus Snape version

A little profile for her under the cut. 💖

Also if you want to be tagged in future writing or edits like these, let me know!

Please forgive any mistakes. English is not my first language 😊

Name: Araminta Tobbat 

Gender: female

Code name: Minty Delaney (will be explained once I flash out her background)

Birthday: 10 October 1963

Height: 164cm

Special: Animagus, unregistered, shape: white rabbit with floppy ears and pink eyes 

Hair color/form: gray, after a long time in the state of animagus they shimmer white; reaches a bit over her shoulders; she wears it mostly open, when she works she pins them up with a clip

Eye color: Pink with a red glow

Special features of her appearance: beauty mark under her right eye

Blood status: Half-blood

Profession: Nurse in a Muggle hospital/healer/assistant to the professors at Hogwarts (will also explained later in the story)

Mother: Merope Tobbat formerly Delaney, Muggle nurse, deceased

Father: Grawp Tobbat, wizard, magical zoologist, deceased

Brother: Leland Tobbat, Ravenclaw, born 24 January 1960, whereabouts and status unknown. 

Wand: Cypress wood with a unicorn core 11 ¼" and slightly yielding flexibility

Hobbies: Reading, baking and cooking

Favourite colors: pastel, light pink and purple, white

House: Ravenclaw

Personality: Minty is a quiet and sometimes somewhat introverted witch. Despite being sorted into Ravenclaw, her skills in magic are slightly above average. She shines more with her sharp mind and can combine things quite quickly. She cares incredibly about others, often overshadowing her own wants and needs. Despite her friendly exterior, she is very ambitious, which often ends in boisterous self-confidence. The form of her animagus is probably also due to her timid behavior. She is not very courageous and shies away from confrontation. She very much wishes that she could help Muggles as well as witches, wizards and other magical creatures, if it is in her power.

[lumosatnight]

Untagged Fest 2022 Favs!

I'm a little late to the party, but I wanted to make a list of some of my fav fics from Untagged Fest 2022 run by the HPFC server. All of the stories were originally published without tags, so it was a WILD ride reading them the first time. You never knew what you were going to get! It was such fun fest to be a part of, and I'm super excited to share my fic as well :D

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🔒 we begin in the dark by @allalrightagain [Regulus/Peter, T, 3.5k] 🔒 Such a good angsty AU. Regulus and Peter make quite the pair in this. I love how they work together behind the scenes. 'For the greater good' indeed.

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” — Albus Dumbledore …there are those who would beg to differ.

�� The measure of monsters and their men by @bluesundaycake [Remus/Severus, M, 4.6k] 🔒 One of my ABSOLUTE FAVS. The atmosphere, the Victorian Era grime. Such a great detective story featuring Snupin and monsters roaming the streets.

What makes a monster, and what makes a man?

🔒 Where You Belong by @bluestringpudding [Severus Snape, T, 6.1k] 🔒 Creepy, disturbing, may give you nightmares. Would I read it again? HELL YES. In this fic, Severus Snape sees and, yet, doesn't see.

When Severus sees the Marauders acting even more suspiciously than normal, he decides to keep an eye, and a note of what they are up to. But some things are better left unseen.

🔒 Reset to Default by @mugsdontlie [Antonin/Thorfinn, NR, 6.3k] 🔒 The pairing I never knew I needed and now I'm OBSESSED with. Bad boy Rowle is my new aesthetic, as is pining Dolohov.

Hermione obliviates them, then what happens?

🔒 Where the Wild Thyme Grows by Lunatik_Pandora [Sirius Black, M, 7k] 🔒 Detailed world-building, The Witcher vibes, fantastical setting. I'm waiting praying for a sequel!

Everything has its price - the question is whether one is willing to pay it.

🔒 Child's Play by @nanneramma [George/Oliver, M, 1.9k] 🔒 The formatting of this fic is so creative. I feel like I discover something new on every read-through!

A game of Quidditch, and some news.

🔒 Introducing: Dead Poets Society Comedy Club by Halliwell19 [Harry/Ginny, M, 3.6k] 🔒 BEST TWIST! BEST HUMOR!

What happens to Harry when Ginny takes him to the new Comedy Club in Knockturn Alley?

🔒 Undone by @diana-skye [Pansy/Ron, E, 3.1k] 🔒 The smut is HOTTTT. We love a bossy, yet caring, Ron and a Pansy who's a bit of a mess.

Or, perhaps she’s just as evil as before — she looks at him with the same glare, won’t stop insulting his dancing, and doesn’t even apologize when she treads on him with her stiletto — but it’s more that he doesn’t mind. Suddenly she’s less vicious snake, more lightly homicidal kitten. Practically cute.

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And I can't forget about my fic for the fest! Genderbending galore with Detective Dumbledore getting ensnared in Professor Riddle's web. I had a lot of fun coming up with names 😂

🔒 Wicked Hearts and Calculating Minds by @lumosatnight [Dumbledore/Riddle, T, 5.2k] 🔒

There’s a serial killer on the loose in Magical Britain. Detective Dumbledore is brought in to apprehend them, but she didn’t expect for things to get quite so complicated or for the new DADA professor to be quite so… intriguing. Can she catch the killer in time? Or will she be caught in the process?

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Read more fest fics in the Untagged Fest 2022 collection on AO3!

[professor-qilin]

[beautifulbows924]

Daydream

Male!Harry Potter Character x Gender Neutral!Reader, Marauder x Reader, Hogwarts Professor x Student!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Hey everyone. Wow! I can’t believe I haven’t posted a fic in over a year. I really want to get back into writing, but I just had my baby a bit over 3 months ago. So no promises lol, since this may just be the lack of sleep talking. I had this idea for a little blurb where you could imagine any harry potter character you like. I was majorly thinking of Young Sirius or Severus when I wrote this, or Professor Lupin or Professor Snape (I see you, @ all the readers who love Professor/Student fics). I really appreciate all the new follows and likes! I’m so excited to hit 2000 soon. As always, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave any feedback:) Also, if anyone has any ideas on how to clean up my masterlist- please let me know. I would really like to make my blog look more cohesive (aesthetic). Thanks!

Word Count: 550+ (A short blurb)

Warnings: Smut, Suggestive Themes, Vaginal Sex, Degradation Kink, D/s Dynamic, Strong Language, Implied AFAB reader if you squint.

You’re staring again, even when you know you shouldn’t be. It’s just always so hard for you to focus when he’s around.

All you can think of is how nice his lips feel pressed against yours, how he roughly holds your waist to keep you in place, your hands tangled in his hair. You bite your lip and look away as his eyes meet yours for a split second.

‘Dammit, you idiot! What have you done now?’, you admonish yourself.

You raise your gaze back to his, hoping he didn’t notice you or your daydream. And your whole body pools with heat, realizing he’s staring back at you, his eyes unwaveringly locked with yours.

‘Well if he didn’t notice me before, he definitely did now’, you think.

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You look away again and try to focus on the conversation that’s happening around you, but all of it sounds muffled.

Looking down at your food, you mess with it a bit to make it look like you’re eating. And when dinner ends you’re ready to sprint back to your common room- not wanting to deal with the piercing gaze that’s still making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You know you’ll never be that lucky, but what’s the harm in trying.

You’re the first person out of the great hall, barely making it a few steps before a hand is reaching out and grabbing you roughly by the arm, pulling you into a small dark area covered by a ornate tapestry.

You gasp, moving backwards until your back hits into the hard wall. A body pressing you against the cold brick, trapping you there.

You moan quietly when soft lips find your neck in the dark, registering for only a second that you’re still able to make out the bustle of students around you.

“What the fu-“, you start to say before a hand is firmly clamped over your mouth.

“I would advise you to change your tone when you address me”, the shrouded figure says.

“Sir”, you respond softly, your head dropping submissively. It’s a natural reaction you always have to him, one that has him smirking in the darkness.

Without so much as a response, his lips continue their assault on your neck, and you’re positive you can already feel the bruises forming. He moves his mouth up to your ear, “What a display you put on for me in the great hall, such a blushing whore for me”. It’s a whispered reprimand. One that has you dripping for him.

He pushes up your skirt, exposing you to him and emphasizes each of his words, “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your lack of panties?”

You shake your head in the dark, knowing he would be able to feel it. “I could practically smell your arousal from where I was sat”, he says, leaning in to the opposite side of your neck and nipping at it gently.

You can feel his hand moving in between you.

And suddenly, everything’s happening all at once, his slacks are undone and he’s pressing his exposed flesh against your opening

A strangled moan escapes you as you anticipate what is about to happen next, but he presses his hand tightly over your mouth. His piercing gaze holding you in place even in the dark.

“Shut. Up”, he commands, just as breathless as you, as he pushes into you.

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[saintsenara]

Snape. Needs little imagination to ship him with literally everyone, even the giant squid. Of the very few pairings I don’t think have been covered with him yet… (though they probably have been and I’ve missed them in the delight of the more unhinged pairs!)

- Snape/Molly

- Snape/Umbridge

- Snape/Charity Burbage

- Snape/Barty Crouch Jr

- Snape/Barty Crouch Sr

- Snape/Slughorn

- Snape/Neville

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and i hope you have indeed seen the masterpiece of shipping snape with the giant squid, the dream of the fisherman's wife by eldritcher.

there are a couple of these i've answered before - charity burbage/severus snape and severus snape/horace slughorn - but as for the rest...

severus snape/molly weasley

this also got a shoutout from a second mystery anon:

as i've also said when thinking about the concept of shipping snape with arthur, and molly with both sirius and lupin, something which is really undervalued by the fandom is the domestic role molly and arthur play within the order - and the way that [especially] molly's domestic labour in both grimmauld place and the burrow is central to the order's ability to actually do its work.

and this is - on the one hand - things like cooking and cleaning for the order, but it's also expressed through the emotional comfort we see both molly and arthur provide to order members, especially tonks and lupin in half-blood prince.

snape's canonical refusal to engage with the order as a community - i.e. by not eating with them - is a metaphor for the isolation he's forced into by his role as a spy, as well as a way for the narrative to keep the reader unsure about where exactly his loyalties lie. it's also - obviously - because he's a bit of a dick.

but something i think is really underappreciated about molly is her canonical willingness to take in waifs and strays. i think you could do something really nice with the idea of her forcing snape to socialise with the order - to eat and to be comforted - then leading somewhere further.

especially because it gives me the chance to clamber onto my soapbox once again, and say that snape - since the doylist text regards him as something approaching a hero [no matter what the rest of us think] - encapsulates the series' view that the only form of love which is properly valuable and transformative is love rooted in suffering and sacrifice. the series really undervalues the sheer power of love-as-comfort - to its detriment.

but a love story which begins with a lonely, cold, hungry man being given a bowl of soup is no less of a love story than that same man enduring misery in solemn silence. if you ask me.

severus snape/dolores umbridge

i reckon she was into it - which is why she was trying to flirt with him over steaming cauldrons full of veritaserum - but snape was horrified [after all, pink really doesn't go with his aesthetic].

barty crouch jr./severus snape

yes, absolutely.

obviously, crouch-as-moody's "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" line - once you move past the fact that it's an amazing misdirect - is primarily referring to the fact that he hates any death eater who got out of going to azkaban after voldemort's disappearance by claiming to have been under the imperius curse, and that he will be horrified when harry tells him that voldemort was compelled to forgive these men lest he have no core support.

but i think it's also worth noting that "moody" says this line just after he's been beefing with snape about how there are "spots that never come off" - and that it is snape, rather than karkaroff [a much more obvious traitor], who bears the brunt of his ire throughout the year he's undercover.

in half-blood prince, snape suggests that voldemort was pretty pissed off to discover him working at hogwarts when he came to the castle chilling cutely on the back of quirrell's head. undoubtedly, voldemort then instructed crouch to have a good look at what snape was up to during goblet of fire, and crouch must be the source of voldemort's conviction that snape is "one who i believe has left me forever... he will be killed, of course".

and something very interesting about barty crouch jr. is that the sheer possessive derangement of his obsession with voldemort outpaces even that displayed by bellatrix. he is desperate to be voldemort's favourite - and to be honoured by him above all others.

as i've written a lot about elsewhere, it's clear that snape occupies a fairly special position in voldemort's inner circle, in that he's the dark lord's exception in terms of social class - the poor but brilliant half-blood who evidently reminds voldemort of himself. snape evidently receives quite a lot of voldemort's attention prior to 1981 - and he's able to regain that position with relative ease after voldemort's resurrection.

and this is the sort of thing crouch would have been raging about - both in the first war ["why is he more interested in this greasy half-blood than me?"] and in his year undercover ["why is he always going on about me finding out about snape's loyalties? i'm loyal enough!"].

the erotic potential of obsessive, competitive jealousy is something i am highly interested in, and - as i think when it comes to pairing snape with regulus - it would make this ship slap.

barty crouch sr./severus snape

the other side of the "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" coin is barty crouch sr.'s obsessive desire to catch the death eaters who got away with their first war crimes, even after the ministry commits to looking the other way and pretending voldemort's dead and gone.

and, since it seems pretty clear that snape's acquittal following voldemort's disappearance was based on pretty tenuous evidence and forced through only by the strength of dumbledore's personal influence in the wizengamot, crouch being convinced snape was a loyal death eater - and being determined to go to extraordinary lengths to prove it - is a concept which immediately compels me.

and - once again - we find ourselves recognising the erotic power of obsession...

neville longbottom/severus snape

i have an unshakeable fondness for the idea that snape survives the war and remains at hogwarts as headmaster, which means not only that he doesn't object to neville's appointment as herbology teacher but also that he finds himself forced to interact with him on a daily basis.

forced proximity of any kind is a hot trope - and the fact that someone with snape's interest in potions would have to have a close relationship with the herbology department in order to get his hands on their stash of magical plants means that there is a ready-made springboard for these two to have to get to know each other... better than they were expecting.

should neville go for it? fuck no. but he's never struck me as someone with particularly good self-esteem.

[dracomalfoysslave]

18+ Draco x Reader (smut, handjob, insanity, whimsy and slight rudeness)

This is the wackiest shit I've ever wrote 😂 It's 3 in the morning and I felt like writing something utterly bizarre, comedic, and written somewhat badly in the aesthetic of early 2000's fics.

This was inspired by My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie and Raven.

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"And what do you want me to do with my pretty little cock?" drawls Draco, drawing out every syllable like I'm inept to understand the normal pace of a conversation. The lines worn around his mouth from constant scowling protrude as his gaze sweeps down me, gray eyes stormy, the color of heavy clouds.

He looks terrifying, towering over me; he's one of the few people I know who can just turn cute and creepy on and off, and who knows how to turn me on, shut me down, and shut me up.

"I-" clenching my teeth, I thrust my head down, hiding under my hair. "I want you to fuck me with it!" I squeak, squeezing my eyes shut to hide in the shroud of darkness; that's the only way I can manage to be so honest.

Draco stalks over to me until he's standing right before me. Hunching over me like a gangly Dementor, he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his sleek black coat; his minty breath hits my face, yet it smells a bit sour underneath - just adding to his creepiness.

"Say it again, exactly what you want," he mutters into my face, profile blocking out the last of the light filtered through my eyelids, immersing me in a deeper realm of night.

"...I want your thick-ass penis inside me!" I shout courageously into the dark. "I want you to fuck and-and fuck me until I BLEED!" I scream the last bit with passion.

He laughs, short and villainous, so that I forget he's human. Going into another bout of sick laughter (sounding like a dying cow), I hear the shrill zip of his fly opening, followed the clinking of his belt...everything's louder in the dark, engulfing me in the noise so that I feel like I am suddenly tiny, and buried inside the darkness of his pants.

Scared from this new distorted reality, I gather my courage. I really want to see his dick, so I open my eyes; the light stings them like acid. Slowly shapes form out of the pixels as my sight adjusts. The first thing I see is a long, hard pink penis right in front of me.

Draco suddenly presses it against my body, his penis touching me for the first time; its warmth spreads over the strip of my torso that it covers, twitching from finally making contact with me after 8 years of waiting.

"Oh, look at ME, would you?" bratty Draco clicks his tongue, stepping on my foot in demand.

"OUCH! Okay, okay fine, I'll look at you...but I'm gonna admire your penis again afterwards, okay?" I sigh under my breath, rubbing the bottom of my other shoe on my aching foot; Draco's lucky to have even hooked me when Snape was the one who occupied my thoughts night and day, who had a reserved spot in my heart for years, until the last one, when Draco confessed to me and I realized I had the wrong guy all along.

I look up, locking eyes with Draco; god, he's hot. And I say just that, "God Draco, you're hot," while grabbing his penis and yanking it.

"Keep doing that and I'll cum," he warns, having already gotten close to orgasm from just being in the same room as me.

His face is beautiful, twisted up in desperation; that sharp nose of his, framed by falling golden locks, brushed for my sake every day; otherwise Draco wouldn't bother.

"You're super cute," I muse, grabbing his tie in the hand that isn't holding his penis and tugging him forward so that I can kiss him.

His lips are warm, soft and chewy. He kisses back immediately, desperately flicking his tongue out. Beginning to buck into my hand, his dick quivers after 4 thrusts, and I know the end is near.

Thick white ropes shoot out into my hand from the tip of his dick, splattering up and hitting my shirt in streaks. Shit. I loved this shirt.

"HAGRIDSFATASSONABROOMSTICK!" Draco's moan is garbled, but I can barely make out that he loves me.

Panting and muttering curses, Draco collapses onto my shoulder, forgetting that I'm a head shorter than him and struggling to breathe under his weight.

"Draco," I let go of his cock at last, quietly bringing my sticky hand up and wiping it on the back of his shirt before trying to heave him off of me.

He gets the message, a shy and embarrassed look crossing his cute face as he pulls up, eyeing the cum with which he's ruined my favorite shirt. But his bitchiness is what I love about him.

"How 'bout I make it up to you," he gives a playful half smile, "Hot Topic shopping spree? On my Father," he adds, knowing it'll convince me.

"Fucking god yes Draco! If ever I'd pass that up!" With a big grin, I lean in and hug him. "Oh, don't forget to put your dick away," I remind him; after his proclamation about a shopping spree, I decide not to be mean and make a fool of him in public today.

[momo-t-daye]

For the Snape asks: 11, 29, 35, 43! 💖

Rambling ahead!

11.) Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

(Confession: I haven’t seen all of the HP movies and it has been years since I watched any of the HP movies. I think the last HP movie I watched in entirety was the Goblet of Fire when that came out in theater. I don’t really watch movies and I only go to the theater if someone else has paid for the tickets).

His penchant for dramatic entrances cracks me up. His first appearance in the Chamber of Secrets in particular— Harry and Ron are bad mouthing him and he waits for the perfect moment to loom and join their conversation from behind them? Hilarious.

29.) How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

I think his childhood bedroom (that he uses whenever he returns to Spinner’s End and doesn’t sleep on the downstairs couch) was very spartan: cheap second-hand furniture, old rag rug on the worn (and loose) floorboards, nothing up on the walls (because there was no guarantee anything Severus liked would be allowed to stay up on the walls). He had a box full of jars full of things/treasures he found around Cokeworth that he kept under his childhood bed because, for some reason he didn’t understand until he was older, the space under his bed was allowed to be private (he still kept anything that might’ve been valuable under a loose floorboard).

As a students at Hogwarts, Snape kept most of his clothing in his trunk under his dorm bed rather than unpacking all over the room like Rosier and Avery. Severus “decorated” his corner with parchment that could be still be scrapped and reused and jars full of neat things he found around Hogwarts. Mulciber had lifelong nightmares about that one partially squashed frog Severus had found and pickled, Mulciber just knew it was watching him specifically (Mulciber never mentioned these nightmares to anyone, he had a reputation to establish and maintain). The bedroom Severus uses most often as a guest at Malfoy Manor is painted black and decorated in black with the occasional bit of dark green as an accent because Lucius was trying to be supportive of Severus’ aesthetic and, as typical, got a little carried away (why, even the candlestick holder is black, even the candles provided specifically for that room are black and burn with an oddly purple flame! Lucius Malfoy does not do things by halves).

The bedroom Professor Severus Snape uses at Hogwarts (when he doesn’t fall asleep at his desk) is mostly a place to store books that don’t fit in his office or might not be wise to have on public display in his office. It is also a great place to store empty jars, jars with things that aren’t particularly impressive or intimidating, and jars that haven’t been opened and cleaned out yet (e.g., that jar full of “probably blackcurrant” jam Minerva gave him after a former student gave it to her, he hasn’t tried the jam yet so the jar is still in use holding mystery jam rather than something more interesting). The bed is serviceable, the rug is serviceable, all of the furniture is serviceable and all of the furniture had been provided by Hogwarts when he started as a professor. Aside from the books and jars (which, admittedly, probably occupies upwards of 50% of the available space), he hasn’t done very much to intentionally personalize the Hogwarts bedroom.

35.) Snapey BROTPs?

I am a sucker, a sucker I tell you, for the childhood friendship between Severus Snape and Lily Evans (I personally favor the platonic rather than romantic interpretation of Snape’s love for Lily, but that may be because I’m not much interested in romance while intense friendship/found family between the weird kids is absolutely 100% my jam). I think those Cokeworth scamps had dozens of pre-Hogwarts (mis)adventures, the sort that become snatches of pure sensory memory that you can’t possibly share with or explain to anyone that wasn’t there (how can one explain how the angle of a roadside embankment reminds you of the summer sunlight in the moment when your best friend declared she was “as surefooted as a mountain goat” three seconds before she tumbled down into the river and took you with her? How do you explain that explain that seeing rainbow edging on cirrocumulus clouds makes you want to hide in the nettles with your best friend (with sticky hands and jam on his nose and crumbs in his hair) because you shared a purloined slice of your sister’s Victoria Sponge before dinner?) — which made the slow and terrible collapse of their friendship at Hogwarts horrendously tragic.

For adult Severus, I am immensely fond of his friendship with the Malfoys. I like to think he was actually closer to Narcissa (perhaps Lucius’ inner prefect/Head Boy sometimes had trouble remembering that Severus wasn’t still the tiny eleven-year-old feral child that Lucius just HAD to adopt), but tended to interact more with Lucius in public because reputation is vitally important in such an insular society like Wizarding Britain.

I think he got on well enough with his colleagues at Hogwarts (at least, the ones that were around for more than a year!), but I don’t think he socialized with them very often outside of Hogwarts (for example, he didn’t join the crew that went to Hogsmeade with Fudge in PoA). I don’t think he would’ve really opened up to colleagues that had been there when he was a student, he’d be professional but not personal.

43.) What’s your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Favorite headcanon, hmm… for this current moment: Severus watched the lunar landing in 1969 with his father at the Railview Hotel— they stayed there all night (Severus fell asleep at some point between the landing and when the moon walk started, but Tobias made sure to wake him up before Armstrong stepped out) and they watched the entire two and half hour-ish long moonwalk; Tobias was nearly late for his 7 AM shift. It was memories like watching the moon landing from his perch on Tobias’ shoulders that made it impossible for Severus to simply hate his father when he was older (everything has to be complicated, huh?).

Lily watched the moon landing with her family at their house and the initial conversation Lily and Severus had about the moon landing was composed primarily of excited hand gestures, fragmented phrases conveying overwhelmed glee, and the words “the moon” repeated in various high-pitched tones of awe and wonder (the moon was almost more interesting than magic for a whole month!). Tuney caught them ignoring gravity to bounce around like astronauts eight times in the following week but, for some inexplicable reason, the parents Evans never noticed.

In terms of songs, there is a song that comes on one of the radio stations every now and then by Olive Tree called “Hurt” that makes me think of Severus and Lily as their friendship is disintegrating. Do I think Severus Snape might’ve marched (dramatically) through the halls of Hogwarts with the Star Wars Imperial Theme in his head? Yes. Yes I do. And he can’t tell ANYONE.

Thank you!

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The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand​ / Artwork by @razielim​

Harry/Draco (2021, Mature, 225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

“While I am naught but ghost when by your side,

A shadow o’er your radiance concealed,

Your burden to be seen and mine to hide,

I’d give to you my curse to be your shield.

Are we without the other incomplete,

Or bishops, forced to pass but never meet?”

As someone who a) hasn’t felt any interest in canon rewrites since the glorious Hermione’s Hogwarts Crammer and b) hasn’t read anything over 200k in pretty much a year, I spent the better part of last week utterly and completely absorbed in this fic. My initial idea was to only check 1-2 chapters to get a sense of it and go back once I had more time, next thing I knew I was devouring this as if there’s no tomorrow 😂 despite loving the castle I don’t read Hogwarts fics very often, and now I resent myself for almost forgetting how fun and moving it is to see Muggle Harry exploring the wonders and dangers of the Wizarding World for the 1st time.

It was amazing to see this version of him, witty, defiant, creative and excited to learn, guided by these equally fascinating versions of Draco and Hermione. Both characters are full of nuance and personality, each one with strong virtues and ugly flaws (except Luna - she’s flawless of course) and I’m amazed at how organically and realistically the character development and growing camaraderie were executed. Not to mention the fabulous supporting cast - smart and fierce Charlotte! Morally grey Dumbledore and McGonagall! Plus melancholique Snape, sympathetique Pansy, brave Neville, competent Cedric, and the genius Bard with his poignant love sonnet that inspired this rec banner. Each character feels distinct, complex and unique, and I’m gonna miss them now the Fellowship of the Ring (haha) is over.

For starters the plot is brilliant, simple yet not simplistic, engaging, exciting (did I mention there’s multiverse??? I die) and also effective thanks to alternating POVs and the masterful tension building. It takes a little bit for Harry and Draco to meet in this story, but when they do things are so well established you already know a storm is brewing and hell will break loose sooner or later. The pacing balances moments of calmness and urgency but you watch these two characters learn and change each other, all but waiting for that big reveal moment to come. And because we’re talking about stopping Voldemort, stakes are high and go way beyond the Drarry romance - which is soft in a heartbreakingly young way - and includes Draco’s own redemption arc as he rises to confront his fate.

This is getting too long (as always) but 2 things I need to mention are first, the stunning, vibrant and atmospheric art pieces created by Razielim for this fic - holy wow they capture the fic mood and aesthetics perfectly, and I’m so so pleased that I got to visualize my personal fave scenes. The second big shoutout goes to the delicious nostalgia I got out of all those 80s and 90s references, from movies to football to Sirius’ excellent taste in music without even showing up. On a personal note (honestly, what isn’t in this rec), Rumours by Fleetwood Mac is my all-time favorite album and seeing it in this story filled my heart with such warmth and longing, I suddenly felt seen and realized that this might as well have been written for me, which is such a heartwarming feeling ❤️

Reading this fic took me days but it definitely didn’t feel like 220k either. I’m impressed by how smoothly the narrative combined plot development, thrilling action and slow, tender romance. Every decision made sense and felt earned, leading us through an epic retelling with these characters that feel both foreign and familiar to us. I had a blast reading this, fell in love with these characters, and would love to see this fic getting more attention and praise, especially being the author’s second work in the fandom (and their first completed fic!). Now I’ve done my duty screaming about this, I’m off to check the other two :D enjoy!

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Beyond Houses

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: You had enough of the labels! Why can’t your best friend be a Hufflepuff, and why can’t you be madly in love with a certain ginger Gryffindor? 

A/N: GIF’s not mine, credit goes to its owner.

When your studies at Hogwarts began, you actually quite liked the idea of the four houses. They gave a nice aesthetic and you were sure you were in the company of people whom were similar to you.

However as the years passed you began to notice a few things.

You made friends easily, one girl, Nora who was in Hufflepuff was very close to you. You and her always went to classes together and had a lot of fun.

However when other people in Slytherin noticed you hanging out with her, they behaved like she was the enemy. You couldn’t understand why.

“Slytherin are too good for Hufflepuff.” one of the boys said.

From that day on, you hated the group. They were worse than Malfoy. Thinking they were all mighty and great because of the colours they wore and house they were in.

Little do they know that in the outside word, Hogwarts houses mean nothing.

Of course, you continued being friends with Nora. You chose your friend and would do that again.

The group however didn’t like that you ignored their warnings. In just about a few days, every person in Slytherin treated you like an outsider.

But they didn’t break you.

You were proud to be a Slytherin, however you didn’t want to be like them, close-minded. 

But the biggest shock to you was when you realized that it wasn’t just that group, other houses were the same. Gryffindor didn’t like to hang out with Slytherin, a girl rejected a boy because he was in Slytherin while she was in Ravenclaw. 

Of course, there were people who didn’t care about that. Thankfully, those were the majority, however those other cases truly confused you.

And then, it happened to you.

Your eyes were caught by a certain red-head in the Great Hall. Both you and Fred were in year six at the time. The first spark, and it ignited a fire in you.

Nora was thrilled that you finally had a crush. She thought you might not be interested in dating, so when this happened, she already had five plans on how to get you and Fred together.

Especially since it was the Triwizard Tournament, the opportunities were endless.

The only real problem was his twin, George, who was always with him.

“My plan is bullet proof, Y/N. I bet by the end he will even ask you to the dance!” she said, clearly super excited. “All we need now is to get George out of the way. I will ask him to come with me and help me with something and in the meantime, you go over there and score! Now, which one is which?” Nora asked as she looked at you.

You looked over to the two guys who were talking on a bench.

“Fred is on the right, George is on the left.” you didn’t know how, but you could tell them apart, it was a skill you were proud of. You trusted Nora, and you were sitting on your crush for months now, so it was time to act.

Nora easily got George away. Although Fred did try and go with her, she refused. So, there he was sitting on the bench alone, waiting for his brother to come back. 

It was your time to shine.

You let out a long sigh and walked out from behind the pillar, making it look like you just came around the corner. You took the steps down, however slipped on the last.

You tried to keep your balance, but you ended up falling. You were more surprised and embarrassed than hurt. 

“Are you okay?” you head Fred’s voice as he grabbed your arm and helped you up.

“I’m fine, thank you. These damn stairs are so slippery.” you said looking up at him. He laughed a little and helped you to sit on a bench.

“Well, yeah. During our first year George fell too. Thankfully you weren’t hurt.”

“Yeah. Speaking of which, where is your other half?”

“Oh, he went to help Nora with something. She said something about needing someone tall.”

“I see. So, you are all alone? If you want to we could go and have something to eat?” you didn’t know where the courage came from to ask him, but you did.

However the grimace he made, told you everything you needed to know. He will make up an excuse.

“Sorry, but I rather wait for George, I said I would be here.”

“Oh, no problem. Maybe another time?” This is when you noticed people coming and he stood up very quickly.

“Another time.” he said to you before he rushed to sit two benches away from you.

You were completely rejected, and you knew why. It wasn’t you, it was your house.

“I though you would be different you know.” you said a bit louder as you looked at him once the people have passed. You didn’t want to give them a show. Fred looked at you with round eyes. “Everyone is so judgmental, I thought you would be better. You rejected my idea because I’m Slytherin right?” Fred’s mouth opened but no sound came out. “It’s okay, I know I’m the idiot here. Having a crush on a Gryffindor... I just...Ugh, forget it,” you said as you stood up and left. You rushed back to your room and stayed in bed all day.

***

The fact that you were rejected hurt.

It hurt more than you thought it would. You hoped that Fred would see more than just houses. You hoped that he would see you and not Slytherin. Unfortunately, you were wrong.

You didn’t want to leave your room the next day, but you knew better than to not attend Snape’s class.

The whole day went on normal, you ignored everyone especially Fred as you and Nora enjoyed the day.

“We should go shopping. A new store opened at Hogsmeade and I saw some amazing new scarf and thing!”

“Sounds fun.” you said as you two left. You were unaware of a certain boy’s eyes that followed you, filled with regret. 

***

You had an amazing afternoon with Nora.

“The Ball is tomorrow! Can you believe it! I still can’t believe Steve asked me!” Steve was a Ravenclaw, very smart guy, one of the people who didn’t care about houses and he obviously had a crush on Nora for a long time now.  Meanwhile you will go with a fellow Slytherin guy who asked you out just today. 

You decided that this Yule Ball was the worst possible thing you ever participated in.

As it turned out, the guy who asked you to go with him wanted you to go with him so his ex would get jealous, not because he liked you. And in addition, you got to see everyone having fun, while you sat in the corner of the room, mopping.

Well, at least Nora was having an amazing time. 

Just as you decided to go back to your room, your eyes locked with Fred’s. It was only a second before you looked away and stood up. Just as you did, Hermione rushed out of the room, sobbing. You looked back, but no one was following him.

You found her on the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” you asked, “Silly questions, sorry. Look, I don’t know who broke your heart. But, my grandma always told me not to cry over any man. They are not worth it, the only man who worth the tears is the one you will call, son.” you offered her a kind simple before heading up the stairs. 

“Y/N,” you heard your name being yelled. You recognized the voice and against your better judgement, you stopped and looked at Fred.

“Hi Fred,” you said looking right into his eyes.

“I realize I behaved like a bloody moron the last time we spoke. It was just like you said. But I should know better that to judge people like that. You opened my eyes, I would like to apologize and to ask you on a date.”

You weren’t expecting him to be so upfront about this. But you sure didn’t mind that he wasn’t wasting your time. 

“Umm. I don’t know if I should believe you. Is this a prank?” you asked looking around, trying to see if anyone was there but the hallway was empty besides you and Fred.

“No, no prank. I’m serious. And before you think I’m only doing this to help my guilt, yeah, partially, but I also do like you. I had a crush on you since second year.”

You squinted your eyes, trying to see if he was joking or not, but you decided to give him a chance.

“Fine. Tomorrow, meet me at the Great Hall, let’s have lunch together.”

“Perfect! Thank you so much.” he rushed and gave you a hug. He tried to pull back but you didn’t let him go. This is when you noticed just how much taller he was compared to you.

After a few minutes he started swaying the two of you, the music from the Ball could be heard faintly.

“You are beautiful in this dress.”

“You don’t look too bad either.” you said with a smile and a little blush, still swaying in his arms as you hugged his torso, listening to his heart beat.

This was the exact moment you could finally feel free, free of houses, free of labels and in love.

You just knew, finally your life can begin, with Fred Weasley.

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