#severus.2

[nickmulciber]

where; sure whomst; sev @bewixched​

“Do you think Macdonald would notice if I lightly stabbed her boyfriend?” Nick asked. even though he already knew and didn’t care much for the answer. “No one needs two kidneys. And he’s touching my stuff.”

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[frm9pm]

[danadiadea]

apparently, Severus needs 30 whole seconds to understand that he's on fire

[soraya-snape]

I know Cedric just died and Draco was dying but something about Sev in these two scenes just made me forget everything and everyone around me.

[incorrectsnapequotes]

Harry: Sectumsempra

Snape: the one time he fucking listens.

[sneverussape]

it’s 3am, do you know where your teens are?

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the evans twins making the most out of school hols. don’t worry they only did it once (maybe). and with tuney’s knowledge (no, definitely not).

[aezran]

why is young Silco from Arcane exactly how I imagine Severus Snape

It’s uncanny really

[biscuitsbware]

i really like jeverus but in a really specific way, i especialy love your interpretation of them, i think they are the closest to canon that I have seen, cuz obviously they are very far from the classic romantic couple dinamic, they are still the idiots they were at school (slightly more mature) and they can't stand each other (but they lowkey do) i love it! I love your art in general!

I was originally gonna talk about this in an earlier post lol

I was also gonna ramble about stupid ship stuff about it too had to delete it all woops

When it comes to Jeverus, I can only accept it two ways:

James wasn’t that bad of a bully and it’s the Enemies to lovers trope in their Hogwarts years(cute and angsty but I’m very picky with these situations)

They’re both adults and James is so damn REMORSEFUL he’s trying to make it right- to Severus’s amusement bc there’s no way he’d ever forgive him but who knows what’ll happen(ANGST IS MANDATORY I need that build up)

It’d also be a “bit” toxic but oh well

Take some old man yaoi

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[pottersource]

Harry Potter, the boy who lived... come to die.

[velvet4510]

I’m just saying that the HP filmmakers were absolutely INSANE for that parallel of young Severus enchanting something inanimate to fly toward Lily - his love interest - in the field as a gesture of affection, and Draco enchanting something inanimate to fly toward Harry - his, well, his something - in the classroom for “ambiguous” reasons.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Albus Severus being too bad at magic to defend himself against aimed hexes in the halls, or when hes cornered 4:1, yet he keeps putting himself in situations where he needs magic to help him, because he's too weak to be physical, certainly too weak to go against the upper yearsman who always threaten Scorpius, making sure they leave him with a mark, like claiming victory. And he doesn't know how to talk back against his peers or tormentors or whatever, because when he's sitting in class and the people behind him are talking about him a little too loud to even be mistook as accidental, or when he mucks up a spell and the whole room seems to laugh at him, he's just too anxious to even look up. The most he'll do when he's getting pushed to his limit is shout something and run off (coward they'd call after him, he couldn't even deny it)

Ugh. Need more content with Albus and Scorpius getting bullied because the angst potential is crazy

[danadiadea]

Dumbledore had gotten to his feet.

“I have given evidence already on this matter,” he said calmly. “Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater. However, he rejoined our side before Lord Voldemort’s downfall and turned spy for us, at great personal risk. He is now no more a Death Eater than I am.”

Say it louder, Albus! SAY IT LOUDER!!!

[livingxxdeadxxb0y]

Narcissa just watching Severus pacing as he yells about all the reasons he hates Sirius, but she knows that it's not blood bolling hate but the 'I hate that I'm attracted to you and want to be with you' kinda hate (Shes seen Regulus do the same about James and shes prepared to have the same conversation all over again. )

[klien2000]

End n ntin call, bakz,,,

[maniaeofmadness]

If I had a nickel for every time I shipped to guys together, and then ended up shipping their sons together even more- I would have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.