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[severusish]

Hellooooo Snapedom.

Life update.

On Thursday (this Thursday) I will be doing a themed comedy show about fandoms, hobbies and obsessions. @smilingformoney will be visiting me in my town, and she’ll be coming with me to the show. After chatting with her I’ve changed the trajectory of my set plan. Have a guess at what the theme of my jokes will be.

Yep, you guessed it. Snape.

8 minutes of Snape.

So obviously, I’m pumped. If anyone has ideas for jokes, particularly one liners, please DM me or comment. Also, I’m looking for things to say specifically about the Snapedom. If you give me a joke I’ll just say “someone from the Snape fandom gave me this joke.” Your privacy is safe with me.

Another update: attempted relationship with best friend failed. We’re back to being friends. Instead, I’m seeing a guy who is long, lanky, dark and mysterious. Sound familiar? Yeah, I have a type.

I’ll share clips of the comedy set (perhaps) when it’s done. It’s gonna be caliente.

How are you all? Due to complaints about my absence from multiple of you, I’ll be back to posting this week. Missed you guys.

Get ready for shitposts.

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[smilingformoney]

I seriously want to know why there was such a snenaissance this year. anyone who was around 2021 and earlier have any clue why??

I just kind of snuck in gradually, bit of snontent here and there in 2021 but 2022 was def when I really went from miscellaneous, partially abandoned tumblr blog to Snape blog (see my year in review: 1,810 posts this year v 29 posts last year)

but I’m not sure there was really anything that prompted it? like I just started thinking about my fic idea again maybe autumn 2021 and spent a few months casually Snapeing, then once I started writing in late Dec 2021 I went into full-on Snapedom mode

but I know I’m not the only one, @sevsnapes and @severusish both appeared around December last year too 🤔

I’m so glad we’re all here but honestly where tf did we all come from??

#snape #pro snape #severus snape #Snapedom #we all suffer from Sudden Unexplained Snape Syndrome #and by suffer I mean derive depraved pleasure

[halfblood-princes-crown]

tw: for brief mentions of child abuse and bullying; some swearing

What if three phases all together because of shenanigans? - Severusish's "Western AU" Anon

Sev = Small Child; Severus = Teen; Snape = Adult

The comedy that is trying to child-proof one's magical rooms for a child/teen fascinated by magic because Sev/Severus is going to want to touch all the things once it's clear that Snape is not going to hit him/them like his/their parents probably would do. That icky thing floating in a glass jar that hella cool? Touch. Any potion items? Touch. Dark Art Books that probably bite and/or demand blood to open them? Touch. That scalding hot cup of tea on the table? Touch. The floo powder on the mantel? Touch AND throw in the fireplace AND EXPLORE!!! Snape thinks he has everything locked down, but they just keep finding new trouble!

Snape makes smaller robes for Sev and Severus by shrinking some of his own, but Sev finds them too restrictive; Sev just wears Snape's normal clothes, if he wakes up first and refuses to change into the properly sized robes. The robe is too long to billow, so it slithers after Sev along the floor. Arseholes (because there's always at least one fucker whose a dick to even small children) step on his robe-train; Snape chews them out (with more vitriol than he's ever put into a chewing out before), assigns them detention for the rest of the year, and demands expulsion. When he finally calms down, he doesn't know how to comfort Sev; he charms the excess robe to float and billow, but Sev stops wearing them and starts wearing the shrunk robes the next day. It's a long while before Sev tries wearing the over-sized robes again.

Sev tries to help with grading the students' assignments, but he doesn't know anything yet; Snape lets him write on the ones he's already marked as a "Troll". Severus actually understands some things, so he grades the 1st/2nd/3rd years' assignments.

Severus and Snape scoff at potion journal entries together; Sev doesn't know much about potions, but scoffs also in solidarity.

Severus and Snape butt heads about the DEs and Dark Arts; Snape is trying to keep Severus away from it, but Severus doesn't see what's wrong with it. Severus calls them both 'mudblood' in the heat of a moment, and Snape snaps at him to "never use that word", and accidentally alters the timeline when Severus is sent back.

Encouraged by Hagrid, Sev tries to pet things he should not, like Mrs. Norris, Minerva, Fawkes, and the Hogwarts' Ghosts.

Snape supplies Severus with ingredients from the potion stores to keep Severus from sneaking off into the Forbidden Forest or the Greenhouses to go foraging.

All three sit at the Head Table during meals. They have to sit at the end so Sev and Severus can wrap around the end without obscuring Snape's view of the room. None of them eat enough.

Students keep giving Sev candy and Zonko's items when Snape is not looking.

Severus has to still attend classes, which includes potions; he is actually the best in the class (it is not favoritism) - bonus points if he's the same year as the Golden Trio and develops a rivalry with Hermione.

Speaking of teen Snape in the Golden Trio era:

Severus being hyperaware of Harry at all times because he looks too much like James, despite the eyes. Sometimes, he forgets Harry is not James, and the only thing that snaps him out of it is the fact Black, Lupin and Pettigrew are replaced with Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom.

Severus mentions Lily one time, and now Harry will not leave him alone with all these questions; Snape is upset to learn about this situation and tries to deter Harry.

Severus mistakes Ginny for Lily; this is how he (and Sev) ends up befriending Ginny and Luna, much to everyone's shock. Similarly, Severus keeps mistaking Draco for Lucius (with a haircut).

Ok first of all…WESTERN AU ANON!? I’m honored

Second of all…O. M. G! THIS IS SO AWESOME I LOVE IT SO MUCH

I’m literally begging you or SOMEONE to write this! I wouldn’t do it justice and I already have too many WIPS in progress 😭

The child proofing a magical room

The bit in there about them realizing Snape won’t hit them

Being wary about Harry

Mistaking Ginny for Lily and Draco for Lucius

PLSSSS

#i’m literally obsessed #western AU Anon #severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community

[yletylyf]

Thank you for the tag @ashesandhackles 🖤💛

Rules: write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

"How are you not?" Harry snapped.

It’s from the fic I keep alluding to where I will (maybe??) finally write tomarry and snarry. (So far, I have not written tomarry or snarry in it. Slow burn perhaps??)

Tagging @snapesnailtape @phantomato @maria-de-salinas @pet-genius @severusish @zephyrphnomeny (no pressure, ignore if this isn’t interesting :))

#ask game #tag game

[rumpleschtiltskin]

regina: rumplesh... stilts... rumpleschtiltskin, i summon thee.

rumplestiltskin: that’s not how you say it, dearie, but then... you didn't have to say anything.

regina: what are you?

rumplestiltskin: what? what? what? my, my, what a rude question. i am not a what.

regina: sorry. i don't really know what i’m doing.

rumplestiltskin: that much is clear. allow me to introduce myself; rumplestiltskin.

regina: and i’m….

rumplestiltskin: regina. i know.

regina: you do?

rumplestiltskin: but of course…. there is much history between your family and me. history both in the past and in the future.

↑ from We Are Both (Season 2, Episode 2)

↑ this scene was the inspiration for my url name.

About this blog:

My OTP is Rumbelle. I have been a Rumbelle shipper since the series began.

This is a sideblog. My main is @severusish. I write Rumbelle fics under the pseud Rumpleschtiltskin on AO3, which is linked to my main pseud for Snape fics. I am also Rumpleschtiltskin on Fanfiction.Net.

This is an LGBT+ friendly blog.

This is an all-OUAT-ship friendly blog.

DNI: no rudeness, no meanies. Respect and kindness.

GENERAL TAGS: I will tag my posts with #rumbelle, #rumbeller/s, #OUAT, #OUAT fandom, #belle and rumplestiltskin, #belle french, #mr gold, #rumplestiltskin, #OTP rumbelle, #rumbelle art

MY TAGS: #rumpleschtiltskin writes, #rumpleschtiltskin says, #rumpleschtiltskin asks, #my fic, #my writing, #original post, #original writing.

Thanks!

- ish

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[wellpresseddaisy]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @severusish!

Rules: write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

"I swear to Merlin, Hal, I love them, but if I have to hear a child struggle to spell cat one more time I shall go mad!"

From the as of yet untitled Eglantine piece.

Tagging anyone who might like to get involved because that's a long sentence and my brain is done counting for the day.

Bonus, from pt.2 of Ringing the Changes:

"I never should've come. I should've let them bind my magic and gone to work with Da. I'd rather that than this never-ending misery."

[severusish]

that’s my baby [said about a man]

#thinking thoughts #ish says #ish thinks #severusish says #severusish writes #madameish says #madameish writes #baby #babygirl #babygirlify

[smilingformoney]

Chapters: 33/?

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Severus Snape, Original Female Character(s), Persephone Payne (OC), Abigail Payne (OC), Original Characters, Original Child Character(s)

Story Summary: Severus Snape has a habit of destroying all the good relationships in his life. But when one rears its head in the form of a child, he finds himself questioning the choices he's making. An OC story surrounding Snape's daughter in Harry's year and house, and his complicated relationship with her mother.

Chapter Summary: Persephone, Severus and Abbie go home for Christmas

Shout out to @severusish for writing a lil something for me 💚💚💚

#Severus snape #pro snape #Snapedom #snape x oc #dad snape #hp fanfic

[severusish]

Snape with reading glasses. Discuss.

HNNNNNGHHHHH 🥵

Need I say more?

Actually, yes. I do need to say more

A Bit of Light Reading, by Severusish.

Prompt: Reading Glasses

Mood: humorous

Era: Snape Lives!AU, Post-War.

Severus Snape was a private man by nature. He’d never particularly enjoyed the sensation of being watched; this had been compounded by his life as a spy. It was like a sixth sense; he always knew when someone was staring at him. And it was this exact feeling — a prickling of his skin — that made him look up from the thick ancient tome he’d been reading.

A gaggle of three women, and one man, and two persons of unidentified gender, were gathered round a table at the opposite end of the Leaky Cauldron. All of them had their faces turned towards him, with expressions akin to hunger.

Disturbed but refusing to show it externally, and with the intention of returning to his book about the properties of aconite in healing potions, Snape pushed his fine reading glasses back up to the bridge of his nose with one long, slender finger.

Someone in the room let out a noise similar to a moan.

Snape’s eyes flicked upward briefly. In the Leaky Cauldron it was not unheard of for whores to be brought in on occasion — but no. No whores in sight. Only that strange group of individuals, who hadn’t ceased their whispering and giggling.

He frowned deeply, and returned to his book again, once more pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose. He felt the beginnings of a powerful headache coming on. Was his hair tied back too tightly, perhaps?

In an effort to relieve the tension in his temples, he waved his hand to vanish the ribbon that had been holding his hair up. Now, his black locks fell about his face. Traces of silver were in his hair now — to his disgust, his own apparent agelessness had ended at the Battle of Hogwarts. He was getting old.

This time multiple sighs and whimpers came from the table.

He raised an eyebrow and pointedly ignored them. Strange lot, he reflected to himself. Either they are coping with the aftermath of an arousal charm, or this is their attempt at foreplay prior to an inevitable orgy by the end of the night. Or perhaps they are suffering of indigestion?

He contemplated getting up and offering them a potion for stomach pain, but then decided against it. After staring at them for a moment longer, he looked back at his book, without seeing the page.

People were becoming much too friendly these days. Since the war had ended and he had moved into the Leaky Cauldron, wizarding folk and magical beings alike had come to him for discussions or autographs — and he rather dreaded the idea that the world was no longer intimidated by Severus Snape.

He ran his finger along his chin, then bit the tip of it, deep in thought.

Another disgusting noise rose up from the gaggle at that wooden table over there. He removed the finger from his mouth and glared at them. Then, silently, he flagged down the barkeep, Tom.

“Tom, would it be possible to place a sound muffling charm around those…. people?” he said, pointing at the gaggle of six.

“‘Fraid not, Master Snape. ‘Gainst house policy, sir.”

Snape sighed. “Indeed.” He paused. “What on earth is their affliction? You have heard the repulsive sounds they have been making, haven’t you?” Snape looked up at Tom, who was standing to the left of the armchair where the potions master was sitting.

“Well sir,” said Tom hesitantly, “If you don’ mind me saying, Master Snape — begging your pardon an’ that — I believe it’s them readin’ glasses o’ yourn.”

“My what?”

“Them readin’ glasses—”

“Of mine, yes, I heard you the first time.”

Tom shrugged and continued polishing the glass he held in his hands.

Snape looked into space, a frown marring his brow. “My glasses?” Why the devil should my glasses inspire such nauseating behavior?, he thought.

“Well, sir,” replied Tom, for it seemed to his horror that Severus had spoken aloud without meaning to, “If you don’t mind me sayin’, Master Snape—” he broke off, and coughed a bit uncomfortably. “Business has been through the roof since you came ‘ere, sir. Folks’ll come just to see what you get up to of an evenin’. Admirers and that, if you catch my drift, sir.”

Snape’s expression grew immediately slack. “If you are lying to me, Tom, I will hex you six ways from Sunday.”

“Not at all, Master Snape. See there, that one lady’s been peerin’ at you all night, the way you might look at a plum puddin’ —”

Snape closed his eyes. “Tom.”

“— or one of them ice cream cakes Fortescue’s been turnin’ out recently—”

“Tom.”

“Dead good, them,” said the innkeeper blissfully, pausing in his act of polishing the ever-present glass. “‘Specially the chocolate an’ strawberry ones.”

Snape sighed and put his head in his hands. He listened to the squeaking sound of the tea towel rubbing against the thick glass of the beer tumbler for a moment. And then, after a few more seconds, Snape shut his book with a snap, stood up in one fluid movement, adjusted the silk scarf that he’d taken to wearing in order to hide the mass of scars on his throat.

He peered down his spectacles, and for a moment he looked startlingly like Albus Dumbledore.

“Well. In that case. Far be it from me to tell them off, Tom. And if it assists your business…?”

“It do, sir, it do.”

“Then I shall leave them, as the Muggles say, to it.”

He bowed slightly towards Tom. He looked toward the small group of nosey individuals and after the briefest moments of hesitation gave them a slight ironic bow, and then left the room, without looking to observe the chaos which had ensued following his exit.

After his bow in their direction, one individual of indeterminate gender had fallen off their chair, while the man next to him made a high-pitched screeching noise like a boiling kettle. The other person of ambiguous gender bit their lip and moaned; the three remaining women all giggled and sighed.

“Lads. Lasses. I have to be honest with ye. Those reading glasses are doing things to me,” said the man who’d made the kettle-boiling noise, fanning himself with his right hand.

The others all made humming noises of assent and nodded.

Tom looked at them for a moment longer, then, letting out a chuckle, he went back to the bar to serve three people who had just walked through the door.

“Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron,” said Tom, eyes twinkling. “A room for three?”

The gaunt-looking individuals nodded morosely. All three, while richly dressed and elegant in appearance, seemed ill, exhausted, pale and generally unhealthy.

“Lookin’ a bit peaky tonight, aren’t we lads. Tough day at work?”

One of the three gave a sad hissing sigh in confirmation. Tom looked at them sympathetically.

“Shall I send up a gallon or two of blood to yer chambers, then? On the house?”

At this, the vampires perked up, and offered him more Galleons for the night, which he cheerfully declined.

Once they were set up in their accommodations, he left the happy vampires to their own devices and went back downstairs.

Deftly, he washed his hands at the sink by the bar and watched the red liquid swirl down the drain. He dried his hands on his apron. Then, chuckling, Tom picked up a clean beer tumbler and his tea towel, and got back to polishing, all the while observing the comings and goings of his patrons and clients.

Yes, thought the innkeeper to himself. It was a good thing that Snape had lived. And that he’d come to the Leaky Cauldron…. And that he’d brought those reading glasses with him.

Terribly good for business, them.

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[severusish]

People will think you’re….

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[severusish]

something about fanfiction just hits different. i mean this seriously — it’s so satisfying to read fics that are exactly what you’re looking for. it’s incredibly liberating to write fanfiction, but reading it is just something else. and once you start reading fanfiction more frequently i find that it gets increasingly difficult to get back to mainstream or popular literature, classic literature, or new books as they appear over time. part of the reason for this is that i know that fanfiction will cater to things i already find interesting, with all my favorite characters. i don’t have to ask myself ‘will this be good or not,’ because i already know it’s going to slap. and bless fanfiction writers everywhere for creating content for free that just can be so entertaining and healing at the same time. some fics i’ve read have made me feel truly seen and heard. i don’t have to struggle through the first four chapters of exposition because the fanfic author doesn’t have to infodump or explain the fictional world, they can just get straight into the nitty gritty and into the action if they want. some fics make me cry. some make me laugh. some quotes from certain fanfics have struck a chord that resonates within me so deeply that the fanfic has affected the way i feel about or see the word. all of the fics i read have me one hundred percent invested. fandoms have been adding to fanon for years to create rich tapestries in the backstories of existing fictional characters. fanfic writers don’t have to spend so much time on world building because the original creators already did that for them. fanfic writers can add their own twists and ideas with far more liberty and scope which means that every fic has a new and surprising little gem to discover. reading fanfiction is like a birthday gift come early because you get to read more about the characters you love from stories that potentially were hugely comforting or nostalgic or exciting and thrilling to you to begin with. yep. fanfiction has fLaVoR. fanfiction is *chef’s kiss.* fanfiction is the boss. fanfiction fucks (pun intended). fanfiction is my fave. fanfict—

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[severusish]

Headcannon: Severus Snape has, over the years, carefully developed immunity to various potions and poisons (such as Veritaserum, different kinds of venom, and poisons found in nature such as deadly nightshade and arsenic), and he has purposefully avoided becoming immune to Sober-Up (because he needs to be able to clear his mind swiftly if he drinks too much before a Death Eater gathering) but he refuses, point blank, to ever build up an immunity (whether intentionally or unintentionally) to Amortentia.

Why? Because hidden under his bastard attitude and biting sarcasm, he’s a soft, sentimental fool.

And he would refuse to become immune to Amortentia — no matter how much the memories induced by its scent hurt him.

I am convinced that he would avoid teaching Amortentia to students because of the memories it reminded him of and because it made him feel all gross to teach it to the sixth year students.

But Dumbledore would trap him into teaching Amortentia in Potions Class right around Valentine’s Day every year. Because — well — it’s Dumbledore. He loves doing that. He’s a wizard who loves themed activities and he adores meddling.

Snape would only teach this class under duress. Which is part of the reason why he was only too happy to let Slughorn take over sixth year Potions.

………..And Snape would avoid that class until the very last minute. He’d try to come up with an excuse. But in the end, cornered, he’d wind up stuck teaching the class anyway. He falls for this trap every year.

He’d enter the class that day in an even fouler temper than usual.

He’d pretend to hate it, the whole time.

But it’s a facade, and actually he secretly enjoys seeing the students discover what Amortentia smells like to them — seeing some students look over across the room at someone else, with a look of wide-eyed, blushing realization on their faces. He remembers a time when he had the same ridiculous expression on his own face.

And then, frowning, he would spin on his heel and turn. He’d prepare to scold a student who was doing it all wrong, and the contents of whose cauldron were safe to approach because it smelled like rotten horse excrement rather than…. rather than —

No. Best not to think of it.

But then the sparkling smoke would rise from the cauldron of a student who had followed instructions — and that’s when he’d breathe in. And he reels internally when the scent goes up his nasal passages and hits his brain with the force of grief and longing that could only come from years and years of silent aching for what he desperately misses, but cannot have.

It takes all of his willpower to shut his eyes, clear his mind, and go back to the task at hand. For the rest of class, he’d eye the fumes warily, and breathe through his mouth.

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[severusish]

Oneshot for HPSHIPUARY

Prompt: February 22, Severus/Hermione

Word count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Description: Years ago, Hermione had an accident with her time turner and fell into 1977, which was Snape’s sixth year at Hogwarts. Now, she and Snape are colleagues as teachers. This drabble-ish piece showcases a little interaction between them. Set in late February, in Snape’s fifth year in his job as Potions Professor, aka 1986. They’re both 25.

More info: Time Turner!AU, Professor Granger!AU, Snamione!Colleagues. Fluff.

Title: Pepper-Up.

@hpshipuary

Pepper-Up.

They’d known each other for nine years now. Nine years.

They had shared the grief and the loss when the Potters had been murdered on that fateful night so many years ago, and since then they had developed the sort of deep, abiding friendship in the years that followed 1981 that could only come from having overcome the worst obstacles together.

Despite all the aspects of the war they had managed to change, Snape was still a spy. And Hermione…. Well. Hermione was full of secrets she could never share with him. Secrets that could alter timelines and change lives.

But then again, neither of them had ever been simple. In any sense of the word.

How many days since they’d joined the staff at Hogwarts had they spent together, in the Potions Labs or in his office, grading papers or working on brewing potions? How many hours had been whiled away, discussing Wizarding politics and Transfiguration theory?

Neither of them knew the exact numbers for certain, but it was in that manner that Time had passed, as it always did. Without either of them truly noticing it.

And it was February in 1986, now. Late February. The second term had started again. Valentine’s Day had come and gone in the blink of an eye. February the twenty-second. A particularly cheerful day that was uncommonly bright, with clear blue skies and crisp air and not a cloud in sight.

But it was cold. And certainly all the more so in the dungeons, where the two of them were working hard and silently at several batches of Pepper-Up for homesick first years — mainly Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

Professor Granger had rolled her sleeves up to the elbows. Her hair was held up in a twist, kept in place with her wand. She was busy chopping cinnamon sticks — much to Professor Snape’s chagrin, she’d taken to making the potions taste good.

Professor Snape, on his side, was in his signature black robes. His hair, normally as free as water and just as hard to control, had been magicked into submission with a freezing spell instead of being put into a plait or a topknot. It was out of his face at any rate, and didn’t disturb him as he juiced beetle eyes and tipped the liquid into the simmering cauldrons opposite him.

They continued working in companionable silence, with Granger turning the pages of the heavily annotated instruction manual every so often, and Snape handing her tools whenever she softy asked for one.

Within two hours, the Pepper-Up was done. The air smelled of black pepper and cinnamon.

Hermione sneezed.

Snape snorted.

She frowned at him. “Well, I can’t help it, can I? The spice is tickling my nose.”

“You are entirely to blame,” said Severus, putting dirty potions materials into the lab’s sink. “You are the one who insisted on making the potions palatable. As though the brats need any more mollycoddling. This year’s lot are particularly entitled.”

Hermione laughed. “True.”

They cleaned the cauldrons by hand. Afterwards, Hermione wiped her palms on her robes, and looked up.

“Do you fancy a stroll outside before lunch? It looked so lovely out earlier. I’d prefer not to walk alone, though.”

Snape frowned at her, wiping his own hands and forearms off on a clean towel. “That would suit,” he said. He threw the towel down on the countertop, and picked up his cloak from a nearby chair. He pulled it on gracefully, and made to go open the door, but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

He looked at it. And then looked at her face.

“Your collar,” said Hermione quietly. “It’s tucked inwards. It should be turned outward or it’ll crease. I know how much you can’t stand that. Creases don’t come out easily with magic.”

He raised his hand to fix it, but Hermione stepped forward and his hand froze.

“No, let me,” she said. She stepped in front of him, looking fiercely at a button that was fastened below his Adam’s apple. Then, slowly, aware of him looking down at her but not ready to acknowledge it, she raised her hands up.

And then she ran them behind his neck, and tucked her thumbs in the space between his jacket and the skin of his neck.

Snape stopped breathing.

Hermione used her thumbs to grasp at the collar that had been accidentally folded inwards — and she pulled it up. Now it was in line with the undercoat, his jacket, and his cloak. It wouldn’t crease, and it would keep the back of his neck warmer.

Hermione pulled her wand from her hair. “Finite Incantatem.”

His hair unfroze, and drifted slightly as though blown by an invisible breeze.

“There,” she said, smoothing her hands along his shoulders. She patted his chest once with both palms, then stepped back.

And then she looked up.

His eyes were piercing. Intense. Searching.

“What are you playing at, Granger?” he said.

Hermione smiled softly. “I’m not playing at anything, Snape.” She paused, and titled her head. After a moment, she spoke again. “Tell me. Would you say that it’s true that Slytherins are known for their ambition?” she asked. “Aren’t they known for their curiosity? Their thirst for power? For knowledge?”

He frowned. “That is a stereotype. But it is generally accurate, yes.”

She stepped back towards him again. “Would you say that you crave knowledge, Snape?”

He stared at her. “After nine years, Granger, you ought to know that I do.”

She placed her hands back on his chest.

“Is there anything you’re curious to know right now, then?” she asked. Hermione turned her brown eyes upward to gaze into his. With some internal effort, she lifted her Occlumentic shields. His lips twitched almost imperceptibly — he’d noticed the change in her eyes. Without the shields, there was an increased warmth in them, like a fire burning hot, and a depth of sincerity that made his chest ache.

“I—”

Her eyes crinkled at the corners. She said nothing.

“You—?”

She took his hands. She said nothing.

He let out a shuddering breath, and spoke again.

“I want to know — ”

She said nothing. Her eyes stared up at him knowingly, quietly, trusting.

“Why now, Granger? Have I been a fool? After all these years — did you always…?”

She nodded, and smiled tremblingly.

In response to this mind-shattering revelation, the potions master’s eyes seem to delve into her soul, looking for a lie — but finding only truth.

In a sudden moment of clarity, Hermione was utterly certain of what was about to happen.

And within a heartbeat, he confirmed it.

“Sod it,” he muttered.

He swept down, curled his fingers into her hair, cupping her face, and met her parted lips with his.

She sighed into it. Suddenly her eyes prickled at the corners with an emotion she couldn’t name.

When they pulled apart, they stared at each other, breathing heavily. They both had high spots of color on their faces. Both of them had slightly disheveled hair.

“I don’t suppose I could call you by your first name, then?” she asked, between breaths. “Now that we’ve—”

He cut her off with another searing kiss.

#severusish writes #severusish says #hpshipuary #sshg #snamione #short fic thing

[severusish]

His eyes are as black as a scarab’s wing,

His hair is as dark as Macnair’s sword.

And if I could opine, then I’d wish he was mine,

The Spy who conquered the Dark Lord.

#rewrote Ginny’s Fresh Pickled Toad poem that she wrote for Harry in Second Year and instead made it about Snape. #btw Macnair’s sword refers to Walden Macnair the executioner and his axe which he used to kill Buckbeak before the Time Turn. #and yes I know that scarabs can be all sorts of colors #to opine means TO STATE AND HOLD ONE’S OPINION #in this case the opinion is ‘I wish he was mine’ #If I Could Opine #Black As A Scarab’s Wing #severusish says #my writing #severusish writes #valentine poem for Snape #pro snape #snape community #snape defender #severus snape #snolidarity #snape #snover #snoyalty #Snape apologist #homosnapien #snalentine #Professor Severus Snape #fresh pickled toad

[severusish]

One-shot

Description: It’s Severus Snape’s first year teaching at Hogwarts. He goes down to the Kitchens to get a glass of port and ends up being held hostage by concerned House Elves. Minerva floos in for her evening nightcap and cup of tea, as usual, and watches the scene unfold.

Word length: no clue

Minerva strode out of the Floo of the Hogwarts Kitchens. When she looked up, she saw Severus Snape, her former student and the new Potions Professor, in an armchair being fussed over by five or six different House Elves. When she exited the fireplace, the Elves froze and turned to look at her, looking for all the world like children caught doing something they shouldn’t have been.

Severus had a pained, almost embarrassed expression on his face, as though to say please get me out of here. His attempts to ward them off had failed and already he had eaten more in an hour than he normally did in a day.

But Minerva merely peered down at him from over her spectacles, and sat in the chair nearest to the fire. After a moment she snapped her fingers and a pile of scrolls and a quill landed in her lap. A beat passed, and she began to grade her students’ papers. Assured of her not having any plans to scold them for feeding her public rival, the House Elves began to fuss at him again. Tentatively at first, and then with increasing volume and energy.

After a minute, Minerva decided to contribute.

“You should give him chocolate, he was always fond of it,” she said, without looking towards the gaggle of Elves. The Elves collectively quirked their heads at this; two of them clapped their hands. One jumped in glee. Within seconds they were rushing about, summoning everything chocolate that they had and magicking up the rest.

“Why don’t you eat’s, sir?,” said one female elf despairingly. “You must eats. Soon you is be looking like a Bowtruckle, you is!”

A different elf, also female, clipped the one who had just spoken about the ear, using a silver food platter. The former elf held her head and groaned.

“Ow, Mitsy!”

“You’s deserves it, Gertie, and you’s is ought to be ashamed. House Elves is not to be calling Masters silly names.” A pause. “But Mitsy is being rights, Master Snapes. You needs eating.”

Throughout this exchange Minerva never looked at the Elves who surrounded the young man as though they were moths flocking to a flame.

Eventually, Severus couldn’t take it anymore.

“I thank you for your service,” said Severus politely, pushing another platter away. “Now. Away with you,” he added sternly, for good measure, lest they think him a pushover so soon into his career.

The Elves look at him with big sad eyes, unmoving. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looked at Minerva for a sign of a assistance, and finding none, sighed.

“You may put fresh linens on the bed in my chambers, and renew the spellwork in my fireplace,” he muttered reluctantly. “It seems to be faulty and that won’t do. I require it for Floo calls and travel.” He paused. “If you might have a look at the bathtub as well. I believe something has taken up residence in its pipes.”

Instantly the Elves perk up. All of them disappeared with a crack. In their absence a new Elf shuffled into the room and served Minvera tea the way she liked it.

“Thank you, Jax,” said Professor McGonagall, nodding at the elderly male Elf. The Elf, all grace, bowed his head slightly in return.

Jax turned to Severus. “I must apologize for my fellows,” said the ancient elf flawlessly, peering at Snape through watery, but frighteningly sage eyes. “They know a fruitful cause when they see one.”

The wise old Elf shuffled off, leaving Severus and Minerva alone.

“Say nothing of this,” said Severus in low urgent tones. “To anyone.”

“Of course not.”

“Because if you do—”

“Oh, spare me, young man, you know that I could hex you six ways from Sunday if I had a mind.”

“And you don’t?” said Severus, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, always. Ever since you were my student. You have a horrid snide streak in you.” She sniffed. “But I, unlike some, have the necessary self-discipline to repress my baser impulses.”

He stared at her disbelievingly. “That is… Laudable. Are you certain you don’t belong in Slytherin, McGon— Professor McGonagall?”

Minerva chuckled, both at his question and his mistake. “No. It was my first choice at my Sorting. And it’s Minerva, dear, not Professor.”

Severus blinked. “Then you must call me Severus.”

She bowed her head slightly.

After a moment, she spoke. “Do you play chess, Professor Snape?”

“I do not.”

She looked at him over her glasses. “I shall have to remedy that. Didn’t they play chess in the Slytherin Common room?”

“They did. I never joined. I merely watched.”

“Ah. Well. Meet me here this time next week, and every week after. Albus refuses to play chess with me ever since he lost the last time. I need an opponent who isn’t a sore loser.”

Taking this as his cue to leave, Snape stood, and bowed at the waist. “Tuesday nights at eight o’clock it is, then, M–”, he inhaled sharply and corrected himself. “Minerva.”

He was almost at the door when she spoke again.

“Oh, and Severus?”

He turned to look at her.

“I never did stand by what those four boys did to you during your time as our student. I fought Albus on every decision he made regarding what to do with them and what to do with you. James Potter was many things, but he was not a wise boy. He knew my thoughts on the subject; I told him many times in his private meetings with me that he ought to tread carefully and think before he acted. But, well,” said Minerva, giving a slightly wistful smile. “You know as well as I do that young men rarely listen to us old folk.”

Severus frowned. “The thought is appreciated, Professor McGonagall.” He paused. “Minerva. Good evening to you. I look forward to beating you next Tuesday.”

He bowed his head, and swept from the room, leaving Minerva to stare thoughtfully after him.

“Cheeky boy,” she said to herself.

Then, in the silence of the room, she turned back to her seventh year papers. Soon the only noise in the parlor of the Hogwarts Kitchens was the crackling of the fire, the scratching of her quill, and something that sounded suspiciously like purring.

#Severus and Minerva #ALSO HE HEARD NOISES IN THE PIPES ITS FORESHADOWING TO THE CHANBER OF SECRETS HEHEHE #snape and mcgonagall friendship #Snape and McGonagall #pro snape #snape community #snape defender #severusish says #severus snape #snolidarity #snape #snover #snoyalty #severusish writes #severusish fics #my writing #will upload to ffn #GOD IM BEHIND ON FICS

[severusish]

write a poem about Snape/Trevor

It had to be you didn’t it. 🙄🐸OKAY THEN

300ish Request II.: A poem for Snevor

Type of poem: limerick(sort of)

POV: Snape

Title: I LOVE MY LITTLE TOADY

I love my little toady 🐸😍

Toady, yes I do 😌💍

And if you hurt my toady 😡 ?!!!

I’ll beat you black and blue 👊🏻😤

My toady’s name is Trevor 😩

And my name is Sev 🦇

I know we’ll be together 💌

Forever and forev –

I love my little toady 🐸😍

Toady, yes I do 😌💍

And if you hurt my toady 😡 ?!!!

I’ll beat you black and blue 👊🏻😤

Severus and Trevor 👨‍❤️‍👨

Forever and ever! ♾

Trevor and Severus 👨‍❤️‍👨

Forever and everus! ♾

I love my little toady 🐸😍

Toady, yes I do 😌💍

And if you hurt my toady 😡 ?!!!

I’ll beat you black and blue 👊🏻😤

We are star-crossed lovers ✨

Fated to be wed 💍

We’ll never be undercover🕵🏻‍♀️

I’ll say it ‘til I’m dead 💀:

I love my little toady 🐸😍

Toady, yes I do 😌💍

And if you hurt my toady 😡 ?!!!

I’ll beat you black and blue 👊🏻😤

THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO WRITE I BOTH HATE AND LOVE IT OKAY ENJOY ALL OF MY SNEVOR PEEPS, I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT THERE IT IS IN ALL ITS GLORY!!! - ish.

#NEVER BE UNDECOVER MEANS THAT HE’LL NEVER KEEP THEIR LOVE SECRET #this is cursed but I did it for you Mills #snevor #Severus x Trevor #trevorus #severusish says #severusish asks #severusish writes #300ish