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juanasunfall-blog · 1 year
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Always rooting for the Anti-Hero  ~ Happy Birthday, Professor Snape
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A new phoenix-themed robe design for AU postwar/headmaster Snape. After the snake theme, the phoenix theme is my favorite one to include into any robes I draw for him. I think it’s kinda fitting, like one big „f*** you“ directed at the ones who made his life miserable, including the late Dumbledore; 
„See this? You were the one with the pet-phoenix, but I’m the one who survived your bullshit-schemes, got your job, my freedom, and the trust and gratitude of the boy you deceived and raised to die.“
Ah yes. The power of fanfiction. 
Fun fact: The robe is inspired by a dress Taylor Swift wore for the Reputation stadium tour.  
AND I FINALLY DREW HIM WITH DA BLACK NAILPOLISH. 
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daniiduna86 · 2 months
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It is a misty morning, when Severus arrives at the Fyrish Monument, he isn't able to see anything of the landscape, but all around him is silence.
He feels depressed, has no idea how to get away from this dark mood. He thinks back, thinks of Lily and her family, and of his own.
To be alone is an ice-cold feeling.
And then he asks himself some questions.
Had Lily had ever feelings for him, like love? No, there was never love...
Had she ever been a real friend?
He is not sure. When he called her accidentally a mudblood, it was because he was in anger. He tried to explain, to excuse his words, but it was her, who said: "I'm not interested. Save your breath!"
Because she thought he wasn't worth it. Not as friend or anything, he was nothing... He was never good enough for her, this was why she dated that idiot James...
There were so many things gone wrong... He should never have joined the Death Eaters... What a mess!
But then he rises his head. He got a second chance - a chance to change himself into a good man.
Than do it! Just do it!, he says to himself.
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severussnapemylove · 7 months
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(Severus shows up with the good guys at the final battle of Hogwarts)
Voldermort; "You're supposed to be dead!"
Severus; "Am I not?"
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And here we are folks. Some wholesome coincidences and tea.
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smilingformoney · 1 year
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“Right - Harry. Go to Snape’s office. The Headmaster’s office, not the dungeon. Put those memories in the pensieve. I don’t know what he wants you to see, but he’s been trying to get to you all night, I guarantee it’s important. The password is nightingale. Ron, Hermione - with me. Don’t let anyone get in my way.”
“What are you going to do?” Hermione asked.
Abbie slipped one arm under Snape’s knees, one under his torso, and lifted him up as she stood.
“I’m going to finish saving my father’s life.”
Soul of Ice, Chapter 45, The Beginning of the End
Art by @aurus-3d ​
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nevermindigotthis · 16 days
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Drawing self indulgent HP art again! First an image where somehow both Harry and Draco are ✨in distress✨, and then a Snape Lives AU, where he shows his true allegiance at the very and and then he and Harry get to have a very fun conversation where they suddenly both very much respect each other but still immensely dislike each other
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myrtasnape · 1 year
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I'm soooo proud of how this one turned out
Snape lives and keeps serving cunt
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deepperplexity · 3 months
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Prompt: 20. Returning Home [B7]
Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC
POV: Third, Snape
Setting: Unknown place during a blizzard
Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting, 3. Snowballing, 7. Stormy Reunion,  8. Rosemary For Holly, 16. Keep Warm & 19. Hope
A/N: Let's get right back at it with our dear Severus and Belinna, gosh, what a state we left them in yesterday 👀
Tags/TW’s: Love/Happiness/Life, Grief, Losing All Hope, Giving Up, Battle Of Hogwarts, Snape Lives, Slight Draco Redemption Hints, Muggle Medicine, Crossing Muggle Life And Wizarding Life, Reunion(s), Going Back Home, Asking For Help, Fear, Blood, Hospital
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⩤• Severus •⩥
The day he showed his most sacred place to her, he lost her. The days blurred together, a week turning into a month, the months into a year until the war arrived. Not one moment had passed when Belinna wasn’t on his mind one way or another, only hiding the memories, dreams, and heartache to present the Dark Lord with the memory of her in his arms as he cried in true despair — making the man believe her to be dead. In a sense, she was. There was never a future to be had between the two. Severus wasn’t foolish enough to delude himself into such false hopes and follies.
What he had done, to keep her safe, was to sacrifice the last chance at any form of happiness or love during his miserable life. He’d enjoyed her from afar, allowed his eyes to wander over her and his mind to have a second or two of false hope — but that was all. If he let go of his barriers, if he allowed any more to exist he would have abandoned everything he’d worked tirelessly for all these past years — nearly all his life if truth were to be told.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t worth it, to him she was worth the world. That, unfortunately, meant he could not abandon his mission to be with her. It would be the death of all if he were to fail and she would have no world left to smile that brilliant smile of hers within. How he missed that smile…
“Severus, my loyal servant,” the Dark Lord said while they both stood in the abandoned hall of Malfoy Manner. “My liege,” he replied, lowering his head for a second as the snake-like man stepped closer. “Tonight, we shall end the impure and lay waste to those who dare oppose me. We will start a new world, a perfect world where those worthy shall relish the freedom from the filth.” “Yes, my liege.” “I can feel it, the time has finally come for the world to see reason and fall in line.” “Yes, my liege. They will all bow, to you, your excellency,” Severus said as he kept his tone even, his face a stoic mask of a void. “Come, let us join the others.” And they apparated to the grounds of Hogwarts, just beyond the border of the soon crumbling defence keeping them out.
Severus could not help but wonder where you were as his feet hit the soggy grounds of the forbidden forest. He, a man of little belief, sent a silent prayer to any god or being who might have listened to keep you safe until the end. If he could lay down his life knowing you were safe, that would be the greatest comfort he could ever ask for.
⩤• Belinna •⩥
I was a shell, a little tiny droplet in the ocean, one grain of sand in the vastness of the world, a perhaps broken little thing that had lost its way. Moving from place to place for more than a year, cutting contact with all those I loved and cherished, hiding — as he asked of me. Why his love mattered more than any other I still couldn’t quite grasp. It just did. Knowing the hopes of ever seeing him again to be close to zero made me feel an even greater need to honour his wish, to help him stay safe, to pretend I was dead so he didn’t need to worry about me when he already worried about far too much.
Perhaps it was silly of me, but by Merlin, I still held on to that sliver of hope that all would be fine in the end. Despite the blackening of the world, the maddening hunts for those not pure, and the waste of life and blood I could do nothing about, I still held hope. A tiny flicker I refused to put out. My one job was to help keep Severus safe by renouncing my own existence. It hadn’t been easy giving my life up, even if it had always been mediocre and of no particular value. It was still my life I gave up. “I’d do anything for him though, so really, why am I thinking about it all now?”
The wind rustled the trees, the canopies swaying and dancing in the wind as the entire sky had gone horribly grey — as if the world knew something I didn’t. The little cabin I’d managed to rent from an old muggle couple in the south of Denmark was a cute thing, with floral curtains and a sort of comfortable ease embedded in the very walls of the place — yet today, I found no peace. I couldn’t get my heart to calm down, if it was anxiety or just longing I couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps something else entirely.
As the day passed, it only hammered harder. I was struggling to breathe when evening came and my entire body was restlessly itchy — a need to move, to run, to get somewhere. It was overwhelmingly strong. So, I paced the little kitchen. Tried to make my body calm down and settle back into its usual state. A whoosh filled the air and I jolted as a dreary-looking elf appeared on the kitchen table. “Master Draco sent me, miss.” “Master-, who?” I asked, trying to get my head wrapped around the creature who looked nothing like the other elf I’d met over a year ago. I had never seen him again after that one time. Was he alright? Still wearing those goofy clothes? “Master Draco, Master Draco Malfoy, miss,” said the elf with a lowering of its head. “My master wishes you to help, miss. His protector, needs help, miss.” “His protector? What-, what on earth are you talking about?” I asked, clutching at my chest where the incessant pounding of my heart was turning unbearable. Beyond anything natural.
“He is to die, but my master is kind, he knows his protector needs help, miss.” “His-, I don’t know who you’re talking— Haaa— ” My sentence got cut by a horrendous tensing in my chest, it felt like my heart was being pulled out of my chest and I fell to my knees. The thud echoed through my entire body, the tang of a memory filled the back of my throat. As if there was something there when there wasn't. “Miss, you need to go. My master’s protector needs you, my master asks you to help when he cannot help.” “Bloody hell, fuck—” I panted, gripped at my clothes, and tried to hold myself still while my chest heaved and seemed to nearly cave in on itself. “Follow your heart, miss,” the elf said. “Follow your heart, my master said to tell you.” “Follow my— SEVERUS!”
The elf evaporated in thin air, I crumbled to the floor. No, no, no. Severus… No… But the ache in my heart only grew stronger, unlike anything I had ever felt before. There had been days of pain, days of tensing, days my heart ached in a manner it shouldn’t have. It all started back when I drank that potion Severus had provided, that day in the blizzard when he tried to break my last hope of us ever being with each other — of him living. He hadn’t managed, I’d still had that flicker of hope and through it all, it never faltered. It nested in my heart like a secret greater than any other.
The ache was unbearable when the elf’s words echoed in my mind. “Follow my heart, follow it…” I whispered in a wheezing breath as I let go of anything and everything, thinking only of Severus as I felt my pounding heart twist in on itself and my body turned too heavy for me to keep myself from laying flat on the cold floor. It turned to soggy ground, damp and covered in roots. The all too familiar surroundings of Hogwarts grounds took shape all around me as my heart thumped harder yet the pain lessened.
I got up on my knees and hands, lifting my head to see a cacophony of spells filling the air — red, green, blue, white, streaks, and explosions. High up, by the crumbling castle, a battle was taking place and my entire body roared at the sight. My friends, my second home, my childhood, and adulthood — it was under attack and I hadn’t been there to help. I hadn’t even known it was happening as I’d cut off the world so completely. Severus… Severus, where are you? I wondered while I tried to suffocate the nausea twisting my guts from the sudden transportation.
I hissed as something snapped at my calves. Looking to the side and back, the Whomping Willow was readying itself to hit me with full force. I rolled away, its giant branches just missing me as I panted and got on my feet. The garbled sound of screams and shouts barely reached me from the castle, a dull murmur carried by the wind. My heart got pierced. Something invisible drove itself through me and sent me to my knees as the most horrendous pain spread through my entire body. My heart lurched in my chest, and I landed on creaking floorboards that seemed to sway beneath my hands and knees.
I panted, tried to suffocate the cries wanting to leave my mouth. Beyond the slightly ajar door several feet came rushing by, dressed in muggle-like clothes I knew it could only be kids. “Hurry,” I heard the all too familiar voice of Hermione Granger. “You can’t go by yourself, mate,” said Ron Weasley — his voice deeper than I remembered but still clearly his. “He’ll be in the forest, I have to do this alone after I take this to the pensive…” said Harry Potter but the voices died down as they moved down the steps and out of the Shrieking Shack.
My heart lurched again and all I could think of was Severus, I didn’t care where the kids were going, what they were going to do or who Mr Potter would be meeting in the forest — all I could think of was getting to Severus, to find him.
⩤• Severus •⩥
I thought she would come… His mind was letting go, turning fuzzy and unlike itself. The poison was spreading, the antidote he’d consumed only staving off his death but not any of the symptoms. His heart was slowing down, his thoughts turned muffled and groggy, his breathing a wheezing barely there. His body slid down the back of the bed he’d been half propped up against, he was tilting to the side and began to fall toward the floor below.
Something soft caught his head, a muffled voice from far away seemed pierced with agony as it screamed a likeness of his name. He tried to focus, tried to stave off the slumber of not dying but being wrapped up in death. “Severus…” It was her, her voice, so broken and frail in a hazy fog. “Severus, no, no, stay with me, stay with me,” she pleaded and he felt his heart thump a harder beat. But just one. You came… My love… You still have hope… You found... me…
His mind turned quiet, his body a mere lump of unmoving muscles and unfeeling skin. His heart beat slowly, just enough to keep him from dying but not enough to keep him conscious. He knew there was no hope, but he was thankful he’d heard your voice one last time. He hadn’t told a single soul of his plan, and so, there was none who could reverse the death his body would face within days from the poison filling his veins. Yet, he was at peace, knowing you were alive and that all would end once Potter learned of his role in the death of the Dark Lord. He had done his part, until the very end...
⩤• Belinna •⩥
I screamed, I wailed, I cried and I pounded his chest while his head rested in my lap. He laid atop me as he had in his office, yet, this time it was different. He was dying. There was barely a breath leaving him, I could only feel the faintest of sporadic heartbeats when I laid my palms against his chest and pleaded with the universe to bring him back to me.
“Why did you do this?” I asked, scrunching up the robes beneath my hands before grabbing onto him. Something hard lay within his cloak, I shoved my hands into the inner pocket and found a vial. There was no label, but as I sniffed it the similarity to the smell of a bezoar was unmistakable. Antidote. You took antidote! My hope soared to the sky only to plummet just as fast. That he was dying in my arms only meant it hadn’t fully worked, or it had been the wrong one, or that there wasn’t any potion strong enough to counteract the poison injected through the wound in his neck. I knew it could only have come from one thing, the creature the Dark Lord held so dear. It was no secret he had a pet snake, a giant one at that.
“Mom!” I called in shocked exclamation as I jolted into a straight position. I wasn’t crying out for her, but if the man I loved would have any chance of survival I knew I needed help — not from the world of magic I was part of, but from the muggle one my chosen family lived in. “Hold on, Sev. Just, hold on for me,” I pleaded as I worked up the courage to apparate. I knew it was dangerous, with Severus being in the state he was it could very well cost him his life. But, I had no choice. If I did nothing he would slowly die, fading away until his heart stopped.
With a deep breath, and all the will I could muster, I cleared my head of everything but my chosen home. The home I was welcome in as myself, without any pressure to only associate with those of the same blood as me. Pure blood. My muggle family was far greater than my biological one, far kinder, far better in all manners and I had them to thank for becoming the woman I now was. Please, please, please be there, I thought and held on to Severus before wishing us away from the battle to return home. Even if returning home after all this time, with everyone thinking I was missing or dead, had my heart in a different kind of uproar.
I shook my head, my hands still grasping Severus fiercely as the familiar warmth of my former home enveloped me effortlessly. The smell of disinfectant and fabric softener, the sound of the radio blaring classical music, and the all-white interior were a contrasting brightness to the gloomy dark we’d come from. No battle sounds or creaking walls were heard either.
I checked Severus over, he was still breathing and his heart thumped in its sporadic pattern with too long pauses between each beat. “Hold on, Sev, please, hold on,” I whispered as I cradled his head in my lap. “Helen, is that you darling?” came the voice of my mom from upstairs, just beyond my view from the living room floor. My heart lurched and guilt trickled in with fear — what if she turned me away now?
It didn’t matter. Severus needed help and, even if Mom would want nothing to do with me, she’d never turn her back on someone in need of her. She was too kind-hearted. “No… It’s-, it’s me,” I said and her steps faltered in the hallway. “Please-, please, help,” I pleaded while sobs racked through me, the comfort and safety of my old home — my old sanctuary — too overwhelming. “Belinna?” Mom asked, her voice hesitant but her rushed steps echoed right away.
“Mom, please,” I whispered and she stopped in the doorway, her face paler than usual while her wide eyes found me on the floor, cradling Severus with tears streaming down my cheeks that I couldn’t stop. “What-, how-, why-, Belinna!” she called out as her face crumbled into a sad relief before she ran up and dove for me, hugging my shoulders harshly. “My sweet, oh, my sweet, you’re alive,” she sobbed and kissed my head. “Mom, please, please help,” I pleaded and held Severus closer to me while she leaned back.
Severus was so pale, so cold to the touch. But Mom switched gears before I had time to say another word. The blood on his clothes, the look of him, it had her in full doctor mode instantly.
She asked so many questions and I had answers for so few. She never asked who he was, what he was to me, where I’d been or anything of the sort while she looked at him, inspected the wound, took his pulse and flashed a light in his eyes several times.
“Oh, where’s Pete when you need him,” she sighed after a while. “What?” “Well, we need to move him,” she explained and I scrunched my eyebrows at her - not understanding how she still forgot about magic after all these years. “Where do you want him?” I asked while taking out my wand. “Oh, right, yes, of course, guest room,” she said in a rush while standing and I levitated Severus up to the second floor, just barely able to swing him around in the narrow landing above before gently manoeuvring him through the door to the guest room.
Everything happened in a rush after that. Mom talked about blood, antidotes, risks, cardiac arrest and a whole bunch of doctor terms I couldn’t wrap my head around while I sat on the floor, holding Severus’s hand firmly while attempting not to break down in a complete mess.
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Four hours later we were situated at the local hospital, Severus was hooked up to a strange machine that pumped out his blood, purified it, and pumped it back into him. He looked terrible, cold sweat lingered on his forehead, his hair sticking to it and he seemed even paler. How is that even possible? You're as pale as they come, Sev.. “Now, we need to keep him warm, the blood cools when it moves through here,” Mom said while pointing to the machine while I watched her fully dressed in scrubs. “I’ll have the nurse fetch some blankets, but you can hold the tube closest to his arm so the blood heats up from your body heat. It’ll help, darling,” she continued and I moved on noodle legs to the other end of the bed to do as she said.
I hesitantly moved the sticky strands of his hair before reaching up to kiss his cold forehead. “Belinna,” Mom said and I looked at her, not knowing what to say or do. “Where have you been?” she asked, all calm and collected but the tapping of her finger against her thigh said otherwise. “H-hiding,” I confessed. “He asked me to.” I glanced at Severus, avoiding the sad eyes of my mom. The guilt was nearly too much, it had been easier when I didn’t see all the people I abandoned. “This man?” I nodded. “Who is he to you? Who is he period?” she asked and I bit my lip, not knowing what to tell her.
“Belinna, answer me,” Mom eventually said and I caved, my shoulders slumping. “The man I love,” I said. “He’s-, he saved the world, saved so many people, and is seen as a monster. A traitor, a… He’s… His name, I-I can’t give you mom, it’s too dangerous.” “Belinna, I’m your mother and you will talk to me,” Mom declared and a second later my head was pressed into her stomach as she cradled me with all the love a mother could ever offer. I caved. All my fear, all my hurt, all my worry, it all spilt to the surface and I cried while she held me. And then, I told her everything.
…To Be Continued…
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A/N: Uffh... Gosh, this part hurt to write - reminds me too frikkin much of the movie and how that (questionable) canon ends 😩 Sevy-boy is alive, and he's getting better - now we just gotta figure out the aftermath of this entire mess 👀👍
Q: Would you rather go to a Yule Ball confined to the Great Hall for 10 hours with Severus OR have 52 hours to roam the entirety of Hogwarts and its grounds with no risk of harm but only seeing Severus once from afar? 👀 A: Honestly, this Q is mean... why did I ask this Q? Ugh... I'd have to go with option 2, roaming Hogwarts - so much I wanna see and try so 🙈
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roseburning · 4 months
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Where did you get those scars?
(Context: Severus survived and Harry is visiting him in the hospital. For whatever medical reason, Sev is shirtless.)
"Where did you get those scars?" Asked Harry, pointing to some irregular white lines in Severus' left arm.
"Hmhn?" Severus looked at his arm. "Let's say Bellatrix used to practice her spell in whatever — or whoever — was nearest, which sometimes happened to be me."
"What about these one?" Harry's gaze went followed the lines up Severus' arm, until his chest, where they met more straight lines, but these ones where of a different color, as if they were older.
Severus took longer to answer this time, but when he did, his answer was short and cold. "Werewolf."
"YOU WERE BITTEN BY A WEREWOLF?!"
"No, I was attacked by a werewolf. There a difference, these are claw marks."
"Ah." A awkward silent fell upon them. Harry raised his hand towards a red spot on the skin near his belly, but Snape he growled irritably before he could say anything.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, one's from Sirius, okay? He blasted me over, it's burn scar." Said Seveus. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted. "And before you ask, the ones on the hips are from your father."
Harry said nothing, surprised, but somehow not surprised by this. He had seen Snape's memories, after all. He knew what he's father was capable of.
Snape sighed. "In case you're thinking, I have a scar from rat bite on my heel. I guess that's complete the collection."
"I wasn't." Harry looked down, but before he could get up to leave, Snape started talking again.
"And this one," He showed him his right hand, there was a small white line between the thumb and index finger. "This one's from Lily."
"My mum hurt you? I thought you loved her." Harry said with sarcasm.
"And I do." Replied Snape. "Your mother was a a witch of many talents, but I wouldn't trust her with a muggle knife. We were nine."
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snapelynn · 1 year
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Severus watched in awe
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—and a bit of madness—
as the flames licked up the sides and quickly engulfed the shrieking shack.
He'd done it.
Severus looked at the empty bottle of exploding fluid still clutched in his hand.
He'd really done it.
Slender fingers touched the side of his neck that Nagini had ravaged only a few hours before. It was prudent of Severus to have anti-venom in his system whenever the Dark Lord summoned him, should he begin to doubt his hold on the Elder wand, or any other reason, really. Or no reason at all.
It didn't matter now though.
It is done.
His job was finished and Dumbledore expected him to just— die in gratitude?
All the hatred, rage, and resentment he'd barely been holding down for 25 years resulted in quite a bit of screaming, cursing, several holes in the walls, and Severus dousing the shrieking shack in exploding fluid.
It was beautiful. The blast, the flames, the death of an era. The death of Severus Snape, faithful servant. He was his own man now.
At least he felt a bit better.
Definitely better than when he was being mauled by a giant snake, that's for certain.
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st-severus · 1 year
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✨ St-Severus 1000 Follower Celebration
First of all, thank you. I never expected to have any followers at all so this has come as quite a surprise! Generally speaking, I have no specific talents fandom-wise, so what I have in store is something simple, maybe even a little silly — a Choose Our Own Adventure mini-story using the polls function. ============================================================ Snape Lives 🪄 In the last crucial moments Harry, as always keeps his head. Remembering the spell he heard not too long ago, he quietly sings Vulnera Sanentur enough so that the venom no longer paralyses the body of his former nemesis. Quickly, the spy extraordinaire apparates to safety, knowing full well what he so carefully left out of his delivered memories — that if the boy acts in his usual reckless manner he will be saved thanks to an ancient magic. How convenient. Now the dust has settled and Voldemort is defeated. After a well-earned rest, Severus Snape is fully healed. What profession does he choose for his postwar life? ⚗️ Wizard Scientist Now that the dust is settled and his mission is over, Severus Snape turns to his considerable talents to creating new spells, developing better potions, etc. Bubbling cauldrons, dusty tomes and intense, even obsessive work rewarded by fascinating insights and break-throughs make up much of his life. How/Where does he live? Spinner's End Nearly every morning he has a cup of tea in his unassuming kitchen, before descending down the spiral flight of stairs to his wizard laboratory. There he conducts his experiments unbothered and writes out his findings on scroll after scroll. Occasionally, he sends his work out via owl or other magical means. What troubles him the most? The mortifying ordeal of being known Every once and a while he gets a mortifying pang remembering that the whole of the wizarding world knows what he did during the war and who it was all for. Although there are still skeptics and scandal-mongers, public opinion has shifted to believe him to be a hero — and a great one at that. All thanks to Potter. That boy couldn't keep his mouth shut to save his life. If only he hadn't told them why, then it might all be easier to take. So used to be hated he has no idea how to deal with this new kind of attention. He limits his visits to the larger wizarding world as much as he can and escapes back to the relatively obscurity of Spinner's End. Who lives in his heart (and maybe also his house)?
No one - Time to put away guilt and illusions and settle into a sense of self At long last, Severus Snape lives a life of quiet satisfaction. His inventions and innovations have spread throughout the wizarding world. Students now learn from text boxes with his name on them.
His solitude is a rich one, perhaps one day he will also take in students or apprentices to pass on his expertise and techniques — provided they are not dunderheads. Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Conclusion ============================================================
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daniiduna86 · 2 months
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Being in a house that I should call home feels strange. All the things around me are the same as ever, but I feel like I don't belong in this house in Spinner's End.
I don't want to complain at all, it's my parents' house, but the coldness it gives off makes me feel that I want to get away as quickly as possible.
Funny, isn't it?
After cleaning up the house, I feel a little more comfortable, and I am thinking about a decision for this house. Maybe one day I'll sell it and move somewhere else.
The idea feels good!
On the other hand, I don't want to rush anything. I want to approach everything calmly and I think first I will make a journey.
We will see.
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I want to do a Severus fanfic, where his romantic partner is someone he knows from the time he studied at Hogwarts until the day of the events in Harry Potter. I'm not sure if he dies at the end like canonically or if I change the fate and they end up together.
He is not canonically dead. He simply moved no more.
Write the fic.
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gnatthecryptic · 4 months
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"You will watch where you place your hands, lest you forget yourself."
— Snape probably
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Master List
All HP (one Sandman crossover), all pro Snape! Please check tags and content warnings before reading.
All on Ao3 ~ Details below the cut.
The Book of The Sun and The Moon
Rated Mature, but with some explicit sexual content. Snupin.
A dark curse. An ancient ritual. An intense obsession. And a chance at the greatest power of all.
In a tale told across three decades, can two people overcome their own curses, self hatred, and outside influences and find their way back to one another?
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The Prince and The Crow
Not rated. Swearing, mild sexual content and some violence.
Snape x ofc. Severitus. Complete re-write of the HP series. Semi canon compliant. Kind of a fix-it, broke-it, fixed-it again! Details of parts below:
The Crow Comes Home
Prequel and year one (Philosopher's Stone). Petronella Blishwick is a grumpy badass bitch, and only living friend of Severus Snape. She has been drifting for years since the end of the first war, but when Severus brings her home - to Hogwarts - it changes the course of all their futures. COMPLETE!
The Year of the Snake
Harry's 2nd year (CoS). Severitius and Snape x ofc, partially following canon, but with a few divergencies and extra sub plots. Fluff and Angst and baddass bitches. COMPLETE.
The Year of the Rat
Part three (PoA) Severus and Petronella plan to adopt Harry, but they will face opposition and challenges both internal and external. Beginning to diverge from canon somewhat. COMPLETE.
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Artemisia Absinthium
Rated E for explicit. Graphic sex and violence. Adult themes.
Started as a tumblr post, became a(n epic) series! AU set post Marauders, with a little lot of Snupin for good measure.
SERIES COMPLETE.
The Rat and The Snake
What if Severus Snape had discovered Peter Pettigrew's treachery before the Potters were killed? *Graphic violence.*
The Wolf and The Moth
The war is won, but is it really over? Relationships are forged and broken, as those that survived the war now have to learn how to live. *Explicit sex and violence.*
The Bear and The Dragon
Bellatrix seeks to bring back the Dark Lord, but a new power rises to oppose her. *Explicit sex and violence.*
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Even Princes Can Dream
HP / Sandman crossover. Eventual Snape / Morpheus (implied). The Dream King comes across a child who only ever has nightmares.
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Careful of the Stitches
Rated mature. Snupin.
A Death Eater and a Werewolf already on the brink of death are not the priorities in a hospital full of injured patients following the Battle of Hogwarts. They are shoved into a side room and left to die, so will have to help each other if they wish to live.
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The Comeback
Rated G for general. Some swearing and mature content.
Also inspired by a Tumblr prompt. 1st September 1998. Hogwarts. The first school year since the defeat of Voldemort. There is grief, there is hope, there is a dark robed figure in the corner that nobody had expected to see again. A mildly humorous tale with dark undertones. COMPLETE!
The Comeback Pick n Mix
Series of one shots following on from The Comeback. May contain contradictory ships / events, but compliant with the main fic. Ongoing.
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The Half-blood Prince
Not Rated. Contains graphic domestic abuse.
What would happen if Eileen Snape left Tobias and went back to her parents? Under 10k. COMPLETE, but may be added to.
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Monsters
Contains implied violence, death, and graphic gore.
One morning Remus wakes to find the thing he fears most in the world. He goes to the only person he can think of who won’t judge him – because Snape already knows what he is. A monster. COMPLETE.
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Mostly Smut! **All contain explicit sex**
Seven Deadly Sins
Everyone thinks that Professor Snape covets the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, which is true… in a manner of speaking.
To His Mind
Snupin! Extended version of a scene in The Rat and The Snake. The Order has a mole, everyone is a suspect, but when Severus Snape looks into Remus Lupin's mind, he gets more than he bargained for!
Prince and Crow, the Smut chapters
E for Explicit. Graphic sex.
Basically just all the sex scenes I left out of the main fic! Friends to lovers, becoming increasingly smutty, but also fluffy, as the relationship develops.
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How Did We End Up Here?
Pairing: Severus Snape x gender-neutral reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: In a Snape lives AU, the reader recounts the main details of their dating history with Severus Snape before their wedding.
Word Count: 863
Your first date with Severus had been anything but magical. In fact, it had been awkward as hell, but what were you to expect since he is just an awkward person? Especially when you are just getting to know him. His constant fear of being abandoned made it hard to break through his protective barriers, but once you did it had been worth it.
He had his books, his love of the dark arts and potions, and his independent research that resulted in him being somewhat of a hermit; always alone and in his own head. You had (your favorite activities/hobbies) and were quite a bit introverted yourself. 
Despite your differences, you both got along reasonably well; better than he usually gets along with people. That was actually the first thing that made him notice you. Later he was bewildered that you weren’t utterly repulsed by his presence. The first time you had nonchalantly tucked a loose strand of his onyx hair out of his face and behind his ear while his hands had been busy preparing a special potion, his face had turned beet red and he had quickly excused himself. In the privacy of his own room that evening, he had smiled wide, hummed a happy tune, and danced around a bit out of happiness.
He never actually got the nerve to ask you out, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you decided to make the first move yourself. You had been hanging out in his office and classroom more and more often as your crush on him grew. One Saturday night, you had shared a glass of firewhiskey together and you were feeling confident with the alcohol flowing through you. Teasing and making lighthearted jokes you got closer and closer to him until you were inches away from his face. He didn’t move, in fact, you heard his sharp inhale, and then he held his breath. 
“(Y/N), you are absolutely drunk,” he muttered as his eyes glanced down at your lips.
“I’m not actually, just a bit tipsy,” you smiled. You leaned forward and quickly pecked his lips before pulling away. Severus’s eyes grew wide and then he kissed you back. 
That was how your relationship began and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Throughout the years of Severus’s duty as a spy, you stuck by him. Though your relationship had always been kept a secret, you both made it work and held out hope for a future where you didn’t have to hide your love for each other.
Now, as you are standing dressed in your best outfit, waiting for your cue to walk down the aisle to meet Severus, you can’t help but wonder how it all worked out. You had taken a huge risk attempting to break down the walls of the closed-off dungeon bats heart, but it paid off.
You fiddle with the necklace he had given you as a sign of your engagement since he figured it would be easier to pass off as a regular old necklace than a ring. He had given it to you before he set off for The Battle of Hogwarts as a promise that should he return he would wed you, and should he not, you had a way to remember him. 
That night had been the longest night of your life and Severus almost didn’t make it back alive, but somehow, he did. He must have known Voldemort would use Nagini to kill him as he had just enough anti-venom to keep his pulse going until help could arrive. 
It had been a long and uphill recovery at St. Mungo’s Hospital. For a while, it was unknown if he would ever be able to walk again but with patience and dedication, as well as many potions, he had gained back full mobility. You were and are proud of him, for everything he has done to save the world and how he never gave up no matter how much he wanted to. Now, you have plans to spoil and love on him for life.
A hand on the small of your back alerts you that it’s your turn to walk down the aisle. You take a deep breath as the doors in front of you open. Your eyes immediately find Severus and he loses it. Tears fall down his face and in turn, a few tears trickle out of your eyes as well. You both smile wide as you place your hands into his and the officiant begins speaking.
“How did we end up here?” he whispers, rubbing your hands with his thumbs.
“I don’t know but I’m glad everything worked out in the end,” you whisper back.
The ceremony quickly nears its end. It’s short, sweet, and simple, just how you both wanted it. 
“You may now kiss,” the officiant finally says.
Severus grasps your face in one of his hands and the other one finds your waist. He looks happy, at peace, and hopeful for the future for once. He leans down and you too share a passionate kiss, drawing away after several moments, the claps and cheers of those attending causing you both to blush.
tags: @nooneeveryonenoone
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