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[killlavendr]

Stop why is snily actually like kinda cute 😭 i kinda imagined the scenario for this drawing being her giving him a pep talk abt smth. And him just not even really listening, too busy focusing on her

[sctumsempra]

teenage snape sketchies done mentally ill-ly at 3am

[thatweirdchristians]

Severus walking back to Hogwarts after a long day scavenging for potion ingredients (AI Image)

[princexrose]

Innovation requires change, and things have changed recently for young Severus Snape-- there is someone he loves now to the point of invention. He may not have intended to invent this time, but the feelings are strong enough it happened all the same, like it was inevitable.

In other words, Severus does a "task failed successfully" with his potion because his crush is existing in his general proximity.

Potion-making was an art of meticulous precision and hairsplitting specificity.  Stirring exactly this many times this way, and that many times another. Heating at this temperature for this many minutes until the liquid takes on so-and-so appearance.  Grinding versus crushing versus tearing the ingredients and titrating them all just so.

It was undoubtedly why such a fussy, overly-particular man as Severus Snape took to it so naturally. He had a knack for the little intricacies of things.  And he was the picture of academic focus, not even stopping at studying his reading materials, but experimenting beyond them, which often meant several hours a day spent, unwavering, over a cauldron.

At least, until you came along.

You, who he couldn’t bear to shoo away, even when he was slaving over a complicated and finnicky brew—even when you rested your hand on his shoulder, and the warmth somehow spread across his cheeks and ears, and he quickly lost count—that was five—no, six? Six anticlockwise stirs, now seven…

“What are you making, anyways?”  You leaned over his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but pick up the pleasant scent that he’d come to recognize and associate with you (he spent, he was sure, longer than was normal wondering what it was—your clothes, your shampoo, a spray you used on your skin?).  The blush grew warmer.  If you asked, he planned on blaming the potion steam.

“Just a sleeping draught,” he answered dismissively.

You moved from resting your hand on his shoulder to wrapping your arms around him in a gentle hug.  He could’ve squirmed away, if he wanted to. But he only tensed briefly, more for fear that you could feel his fluttering heartbeat than out of genuine discomfort with physical contact, that the warmth of his blood rushing under his skin in response to you might make him glow with heat like a fireplace.

“Having trouble sleeping?” you asked, your voice velvety-soft with concern for him.

Yes, it turns out, the early stages of developing feelings for someone can bring on a sort of sleep-depriving mania—the high levels of dopamine and norepinephrine currently flooding his synapses were waking him at early hours in the morning and spoiling his already scant appetite for food.

“A little bit, lately.” Another brusque response.

“Sorry to hear that…” You let go of him, and the tension in his shoulders released as soon as your back was turned, your eyes turned towards the valerian sprigs you’d plucked up in your hand to busy yourself with.  “Anything I can do to help?”

You were visibly startled by the sardonic chuckle that escaped him in the form of a brief, exaggerated exhale through his nose.

For once, for this one struggle of his in all the world, for all the times you’d helped him through so many other hardships, you were the last person who could help him through this.  He narrowly realized how that would sound to say aloud, though, and schooled his expression back into its usual vaguely pissed-off stoicism.

“Nothing more than an actual sleeping draught will do for me, I’m afraid.”

You smirked, turning towards him amusedly with a hand at your hip.  “Not with your insomnia, silly man.  With the potion.”

“Ah—yes,” Severus ran a hand back through his positively bedraggled hair, feeling his stomach twist all over again, half embarrassment and half more of that sickening cocktail of neurotransmitters wreaking havoc on his internal organs, as they do.  “Yes, actually.  Lavender.”  He held out his hand towards you without looking up from his cauldron, palm up, curling his fingers in a put it here sort of motion, like a surgeon awaiting a scalpel.  

He should’ve anticipated the nervous fluttering he’d experience when your hand inevitably brushed his in the process of handing off the ingredient.  He hadn’t… added the lavender already before this, had he? Surely he hadn’t.  In it went, then…

You leaned over his shoulder again.  If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved you by now, owing to your constant encroaching on his personal space.

“Is it supposed to be turning that color?”

Never a good thing to hear over a cauldron.  Dismay sank like a stone into the pit of his stomach, and he leaned over his cauldron alongside you, his crush-induced jitters momentarily overshadowed by his concern for the potion on which he’d been working so hard.

“…  No.”  What was supposed to be dark purple had instead turned to a substance resembling liquid lapis lazuli—midnight blue and scintillating.  “I have no idea what that is.”

That being said, he immediately went for it with the nearest phial on hand, and gave it a look that you were quick to pick up on.

“Sev!”  You clasped your hand around his forearm.  “You aren’t seriously going to drink that?  You have no idea what it does!”

“Precisely the point. So now I ought to find out.”

You gave a long-suffering sigh and rubbed your forehead.  “Sev, you can’t keep doing this…”

“It’s not going to poison me.”

“You don’t know that!”

“It wouldn’t make any sense—the ingredients—oh, just watch.”  He threw back the phial before you could protest any further, other than one last, aggrieved cry of Sev!

You drew your arms towards yourself, though you didn’t step back from him—he suspected you wanted to be there in case he collapsed.  He did not. Though you gave it a good twenty seconds before taking that for granted.

“… Alright then, you madman,” you rolled your eyes.  “How do you feel?”

He realized, then, that he could actually see you roll your eyes, in fact, very clearly, even in the grimy dark of the dungeon.  Merlin’s beard, he could see the rings of your irises—no, more than that even, the colorful sinews that made them up!  The individual strands of your hair, the subtle tones and shadows of color across your annoyed face, the valley of your throat—

“Incredible,” he whispered, dazedly waving a hand in a slow arc through the air, marveling at how the inky darkness of the room didn’t swallow it up like it usually did.

“…  You didn’t just get yourself high on a potion, did you?” you asked through the grimace of someone who knew in an instant they would be the one taking care of him until the potion wore off in such a case.

He nearly cut you off to say, with a burst of enthusiasm, “Night vision!  I have created a night vision potion—I’ve never even been taught one of those before.  It can happen sometimes, you know—with the same ingredients, but different proportions and different methods.  I must have made a mistake somewhere, and stumbled upon a process to create a perfectly serviceable night vision potion.  Fascinating.”  He went for his quill and textbook, throwing it open to the sleeping draught page, but only hovering his hand over the page for a long moment without writing anything. “…  Now, if only I could remember what mistakes I made.”  With a shake of his head that tossed his hair—which was absolutely grimy with potion steam and sweat at this point—he jotted down a note to simply experiment with adding and omitting ingredients, as well as over- and under-stirring, later on.

In the meantime, you’d meandered over to the cauldron, picked up a spare phial, and he just caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye in time to say, without looking up from his notes, “Don’t drink that.  There could be side effects.”

You threw one hand up in the air in exasperation—the other held the phial steady.  Your objection to what he’d said went without saying.  He couldn’t think of a way to say that your wellbeing mattered to him magnitudes more than his own without sounding sickeningly sentimental, though, so he said no more, and simply allowed his blatant hypocrisy to marinate.

“That is impressive, though,” you admitted, gently setting the phial back down and holding your hands up to show that they were empty.  He gave you a quiet nod of approval for doing so.  “How much of a potions nerd do you have to be, to always be breaking new ground, even when you screw up? It must be a cold day in hell, though.  I’ve never seen you defy the instructions of a potion recipe without meaning to.”  You laughed at the absurdity of it all.  

But Severus Snape could do no more than bow his head and try to make his untidy hair hide his quickly reddening cheeks at the reminder of why he’d made his mistakes in the first place. He’d been…  distracted.  Maybe having you around during his potion-making wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[safeplacesnupin]

What is your favorite thing about Snape?

[magnificentandstrange]

[flymetosnarryland]

Bullying.

teenager Severus at muggle school

[cherry-pop-elf]

Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

[batwingsrosa]

Let‘s talk about how Remus Lupin.

Humiliated his colleague.

Who he and his friends had already tormented for years before that.

Who was almost murdered by his friends.

The man who kept his mouth shut for years and did not tell anyone about Remus true nature.

Eventhough he almost died because of it.

The man who never receieved a single fucking apology.

Because, you know.

They were just silly teenage pranks.

Right?

Let‘s talk about how Remus Lupin humiliated his teenage bully victim once more as an adult by encouraging Neville to imagine him in his grandmothers clothing.

In front of the whole class.

Knowing fully well that not a day later every single student in the castle would have heard about it.

And laughed about it.

Let‘s talk about how fucking cruel Remus was towards Severus.

He did it deliberately.

Fully knowing what would happen.

For a laugh.

Just like in the good old days.

[grandkhan221b]

Ok it's really out of nowhere but youtube recommended me a remastered version of A Very Potter Musical and nostalgia brain told me had to watch it. I was so obsessed with this thing in 2015. And it holds up honestly it is still very funny even if I don't really care about hp anymore

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

The marauders were aware of their actions, even if they were just teenagers.

I had to say it, the marauders to a certain extent have a conscience, since they were teenagers, NOT children, it is minimizing what they do and I say this as a former victim of bullying, they know that they hit you where it hurts the most, what does it matter if an adult doesn't scold you? insulting a classmate, hitting him, etc. is harassment and a TEENAGER knows it.

[killlavendr]

I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever drawn him even looking remotely happy so here

[kaysdenofchaos]

Decided to list down all the aus I own for shits and giggles

Most definitely isn’t all of them, just the ones I can remember atm lol

[thatweirdchristians]

go on a date with teenage Severus Snape

At first, he was nervous about asking you out. But eventually, he gets the courage too. He was in complete shocked when you accepted his offer.

"What would you like to do." He asked days later. Still nervous about the whole situation. Which you respond with, "whatever you like to do." He will take that sentence to heart.

He walks you through the Forbidden Forrest where he has a bottle of wine he took from the kitchen and some little snacks for you two to share.

He takes out one of his favorite books reading it to you as the sky starts to dim slowly.

He takes out an old camera he borrowed from Muggles studies. Sneaking pictures of you. When do you catch him and start posing for him to practice taking pictures. You also snap a photo of him which he softly smiles.

Before the sun finally disappears, you both visit Hogsmeade. Enjoying this perfect little date with Severus Snape.

[mrs-snape5984]

“To you, my heart I surrender…”

“And I can't count the times, I stayed awake pretending you were mine…” (“My heart I surrender” by I Prevail)

About one year ago, I decided to give tumblr a go for the first time in my life. With my “old” age of almost 40 years, I was afraid of being a grandma in this whole social networking thing. But, damn, I would have never expected, what I’ve actually found here, in our beloved Snapedom: I found the kindest, sweetest and most understanding people, which I would never thought, they’d exist! I found friends!

For more than 20 years, I only lived my immutable love for Severus Snape in my own heart, mind and home. But since I decided to share my thoughts, my sorrows and my devotion to my precious dungeon bat on my blog, I got overwhelmed by the positivity and interest people offered to me.

One of these lovely souls is my friend @exlibrisseverus. Ellie, you surprised me with this beautiful artwork of Severus and my OC Jules and I can’t stress enough, how grateful I am for your friendly gesture. I love the way, you made the love and trust between these two tormented souls become palpable. And OH…MY…GOSH, his cute ass makes me want to squeeze, pinch and bite it all at once! 🫠😅

Ellie, please take my apologies for this uncommonly short post of mine, but I’m struggling a lot with typing and accepting screen time, lately (yep…ME/CFS is a bitch 🥺). Nevertheless, I wanted to thank you for everything and share this mesmerising piece of art with the community of Snapedom… my safe space!

🖤Severus & Jules🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[remusawoooo]

I'm all about curating my content and ignoring ships I don't like, BUTTTT

isn't there something so insidious about taking a character that was vehemently against dark magic and supremacy (to the extent of giving his life fighting them) and shipping him with a voldemort fanatic who couldn't wait to become a death eater.