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severussnapeconfessions · 5 months

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You know what screams severus? Him being married and not telling anyone, like there’s no point in telling his coworkers or anyone in general, then one day his partner shows up and everyone is like who’s that?

Severus: if you must know this is my partner of six years

That is on spot Severus.

#I did that with my ex - I introduced him to my parents after 2 or 3 years of dating. Oops.#severus snape #snape confessions

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slytherin-days · 8 months

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We are all villains...

in someone's story.

#severus snape #snape #pro snape #snape confessions #severus snape confessions #tumblarians #books and libraries

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maidyblues21-blog · 6 months

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A sexy thought came to me in a dream.

Severus, kneeling on a soft cushion, in your living room, ballgaged and with a Christmas-themed cockring, sweating and pleading eyes looking at you, while you test the intensity, knowing he must keep quiet or the Heads of the other houses might hear him.

He gets off of your praise, his leeaking cock red,almost purple of you teasing him for an hour. But he adores the game, loves losing control of his face just for you. He wkmpers in pleasure and pain, as the vibrations works him over, but he can't release until you say so or he gives the safeword.

Tonight,its all about having the vest Christmas Eve, before he becomes the Headmaster.

(Note: This is my first POV on my cellphine,so sorry if there's mistakes . Still, enjoy🥵😏) and comment if you want another .

#pro severus snape #headcanon #shitpost #severus snape #dirty confessions

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violetfaust · 5 months

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So so sooooo funny to see one (1) person tagging that post I just reblogged (“big fan of characters not getting to die but having to face consequences they never thought they’d have to”) with Killykins Jones of all people.

Because that worthless sumbitch never had to actually change or face ANY consequences for his lifetime(s) of evil. He simply declared himself a hero and chose not to murder in order to get some tail, and was instantly forgiven all by characters including (but not limited to) his future wife, his stepson, ALL his in-laws, his stepson’s mother, the stepson he abandoned, the brother he got killed, the brother he abandoned, his girl bestie, his therapist, and TWO mermaids.

#lol at people pretending Killy ever had an arc #among whom I include kitsis btw #anti-hook #just like the good ol’ days #anyway the post was about #rumplestiltskin #severus snape #and castiel #(cas being an example of a character who both did #and didn’t exemplify the quote #he came back from the dead and had to deal with his war crimes #but stayed dead and never had to face the consequences of a love confession #op #edit: on reflection I don’t think Killy was actually responsible in any way for Liam I’s death #but it makes the list funnier so he stays in

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take-care-with-your-glasses · 10 months

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I'm going to write to my heart content and I don't care what you think or not.

My depression has been peaking really bad to the point that even affects my hobbies. I never drew amazingly but now I don't even do the bare minimum. Look at my ugly Snape, but to be honest, I wish that I could stab myself and end it. But somehow I miss Alan Rickman, Snape and the fandom. They joy it used to have. Even the haters I could get with some fics I used to write or the pairings I used to ship. Of course isn't the same after how old the story is.

I even miss when Kuroshitsuji used to be fun but brings me so many bad memories now that I can't even draw Grell and Will anymore for the amount of toxicity it got from it. Is like, I can't handle it anymore, I'm already toxic to keep handling toxicity. So if you like my Snape, good. If not, that's fine.

I just miss the old days, the old me. I wish that I could go back.

#personal #mine. made by mari #confession #Severus Snape #Alan Rickman #Harry Potter #fanart #Jk rowling #kuroshitsuji #grell and will #mentions of suicide #i don't care

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absorbed-by-demons · 1 year

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I'd like to think of Severus as a very horny, person. Very touched starved.

I want to fuck Snape senseless. I want to pamper his neck with licks and affection, and feel him throbbing while I fuck him.

I want to hear him moan When he comes, and then pap me with approval like I'm a good boy.

#severus snape sex confessions

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tascha-schwarz · 1 year

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I created this blog to get rid of my obsession with Severus Snape but I failed miserably.

I think he'll forever stay my comfort character No.1. After all this f*ckin time. There's something you just can't run away from.

#snape #severus snape #midnight confessions

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that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you · 1 year

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This is a safe place, no hate or anything but.... I'm confused are you a James Potter fan or a Severus Snape fan cause I've seen you hate snape but also defend Snape. Again won't judge if you're a James fan I'm totally cool with it, I could not conclude nor can I come to a sensible hypothesis.

I actually don't like either- person wise

Like, imo, person and character wise, James potter is shit and I don't like snape as a person (yes ik that's the point of his character) but I do think he is a 3 dimensional well written character who has his good and bad qualities

And tbh I like snape more than I like james, but in general I don't like either of them

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severussnapeconfessions · 5 months

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What’s your favorite fanfic for severus?

I have far too many and my memory is rubbish with titles, plots and authors. I will open this question to all of you. Drop your reccomendations in the replies!

They don't have to be romantic!

#severus snape #snape confessions #snily #snamione #snupin #snarry #snucius #snarcissa #snuna #snilch #snagrid #severitus #severus x minerva #severus x reader #severus x regulus

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super-hero-confessions · 2 years

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#confession #gambit #snape

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idkclown · 4 months

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Cinco años rotos

Severus Snape!Estudiante x Lectora!Estudiante!Fem

Advertencias: Fluff, confesión de amor, besos ;)

Recuento de palabras: 800+

[Pueden re-postear y darle like, me ayuda mucho ;|) ]

Cinco años rotos

El aroma a pino y el ruido del hojear de los libros te ayudaba a concentrarte y despejar tus ideas risueñas sobre Snape, quien estaba a tu lado leyendo. Ambos siempre tenían ese raro ritual de ir a la biblioteca por las tardes a repasar algunas cosas sobre las clases de ambos. Los rayos de sol naranja que se filtraba por la ventana detrás de ambos hacia vislumbrar sus siluetas, la de el, alta y desgarbada y la tuya, pequeña y recta.

Al dar vuelta la página, el polvo que había en el libro entró por tu nariz, tu estornudó se ganó una sonrisa suave de Snape, lo viste por el rabillo de tu ojo. Pudiste sentir como tu corazón se derretía, quisiste decirle lo que tanto anhelabas desde hace meses. pero solo suspiraste nerviosa y seguiste con tu lectura.

Severus contuvo un suspiro casi exhaustivo, otra vez tenias esa actitud, sentía que estabas extraña desde hace tiempo, sabe que le ocultas algo.

Antes de que pudieras intentar decir algo para aliviar la situación, Remus entró a la biblioteca, se dirigió al estante frente a ustedes y busco un libro, sus dedos acariciaban a tientas los lomos de los libros. Snape no pudo evitar contener una cara de asco, aunque Remus era tu amigo igualmente lo odiaba.

“¿Qué tienes?” Dijo con un tono falso de enfado, cuando veía a uno de tus amigos sus emociones lo dejaban llevar.

Tus latidos se aceleraron por el tono de Snape, no querías que se enoje por tu forma extraña de comportarte con el. Aunque Remus este dándote la espalda no podías esperar más, debías decírselo ahora o nunca lo harías. no querías perder la oportunidad, no querías que el pierda su paciencia contigo. Suspiraste nerviosa.

“¿Sería un delito decir…que estoy enamorada?” Un hilo de voz tímida salió de tu garganta. Severus se tenso, su baja autoestima comenzo a trabajar en su cabeza '¿Enamorada? ¿De quién? ¿De quién estás enamorada? ¿De Lupin? ¿Sirius? ' Estaba analizando un sinfín de nombres.

Sentías que los latidos de tu corazón se podían escuchar en toda Hogwarts por culpa del silencio prolongado de Severus, ya estabas preparándote para tu decepción amorosa ‘empaca tus cosas y vete de esta escuela, no, mejor vete del país’ no querías verlo a los ojos.

“Sería un delito ya que se trata de Severus” comento Remus con un tono burlón, para después agarrar el libro y irse.

Deseaste haberlo confrontado y cerrarle la boca a Remus, pero solo te retorciste de la vergüenza en tu silla. Tu rubor solo se profundizó. ‘¿Acaso Remus deseo que te ahogaras aun más? ¿Esto es un intento de ayuda? Idiota’ cerraste los ojos apenada.

En ese momento el rostro pálido de Severus tuvo un tono carmesí, cerró su libro rápido, el sonido llamo tu atención y se vieron a los ojos.

“¿Estás enamorada de mi?...” Pregunto tímidamente.

Un suspiro tembloroso salió de ti, cruzaste tus piernas para aliviar tus nervios.

“Yo…si” expulsaste finalmente “¿Tú no?” lo ultimo escalo débilmente tu garganta, doliendo.

Es como si el tiempo luego de que hablaras se detuviera, Severus pudo ver todas las estrellas de la galaxia en tu mirada esperanzada y un poco acuosa. Tú pudiste ver un destello en sus oscuros ojos, pasaban tantas cosas en su mirada que te quedaste perdida.

El raspo su garganta y se armo de falso valor.

“Yo también te amo” bajo la mirada avergonzado, doblo fuertemente los dedos de sus pies.

Abriste tus ojos como platos.

“¿Me amas? ¿Desde hace cuanto?” preguntaste exaltada, llena de energía.

Severus dudo en responder, suspiro.

“Desde el baile de navidad…cuando bailamos juntos por primera vez y luego escapamos al bosque….”

“Pero, eso fue hace dos años" Tus ojos brillaron de forma radiante.

Severus asintió, sintiendo que fue estúpido haber dicho eso.

De manera desesperada te paraste de tu asiento, casi te tropiezas con tus zapatos, agarraste el rostro de Snape y rápidamente quitaste los mechones de su cabello que ocultaba su rostro. Sonreíste ampliamente, cualquiera diría que te ves como una loca, pero el rostro de Severus se calentó mucho más, estaba perdidamente enamorado de tu actitud tan impulsiva y a veces errática.

Besaste varios lados de su cara rápidamente, Severus estaba encantado disfrutaba de tus labios sobre el, más de lo que jamás admitiría.

Lo besaste impulsivamente en la boca y el correspondió, fue un beso inexperto por parte de ambos, pero también fue tierno. Severus nunca había besado a nadie y tu estabas guardando tu primer beso para el. Acariciaste sus mejillas con tus pulgares, soltaste una mano para dirigir la de el a tu cintura y la sostuviste.

El corazón de ambos estaba por reventar, estaban llenos de amor, Severus finalmente pudo sentir lo que era estar en el cielo mientras tu corazón ardía en llamas.

Los labios de el eran suaves, el oído sentir como tus pestañas rizadas acariciaban sus mejillas. El sentía tu embriagador perfume y te beso más profundamente. Cinco años de amistad se rompían para renacer en una relación de amor tan puro como tu sangre.

Eran polos opuestos, pero el amor de ambos estaba en el mismo nivel de locura y devoción.

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writers-potion · 1 month

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The classic betrayer

This is where everyone subtly knows that this guy's going to turn the other way.

The betrayer puts on a show for our heroes - kind, compassionate and supporting at first.

it just so happens that the villainthinks the heros are the bad guys.

make them actually likable.emotionally ruin the hero upon betrayal.

The remorseful traitor

whether he had bad intentions from the start or was deceived by others, the betrayer regrets his choices.

when he realizes his mistakes, it's too late to stop the evil, which introduces guilt.

throw the guilt and shame on the character.

even the protagonist can be a traitor! will others forgive him?

The Double Agent

this type of traitor will keep the readers wondering whether this guy is truly on your side.

keep your readers guessing. is that an evil smirk or a genuine smile? does he really love drinking, or is he just trying to get the hero drugged?

Snape in Harry Potter is a great example.

The guy can be good or bad - just keep balancing the two

Unrealiable narrators

these characters are not entirely betrayers, but horribly misinformed. they can make others appear like traitors - when in truth, they just have it wrong.

pit your narrow-minded narrator against his allies.

these characters are great for misunderstanding plots.

have your narrator do irreversible damage to the hero. would they forgive him?

Tragic betrayers

these are characters, due to their past wounds and trauma, cannot help but betray the group.

they confess the hero's secrets under physical/mental torment and doesn't have the backbone to do otherwise.

these characters can either be pitiful or frustrating would the hero still fight for the betrayer?

Play around with pov

you can have the readers know about the upcomong betrayal by switching points of view, building up anticipation to the moment of realization.

on the flip side, you can change povs in a way that the reader doens't see what's happening at the hero's back.

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singmyaubade · 1 year

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No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

A/N: I am trying a new way of writing these stories, there won't be lots of dialogue in this part, but there will be more; this is just a look into where the story starts.

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s amazing and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You never considered yourself to be a pushover when it came to things. Instead, you would use the word "understanding" and used it the most when it came to James Fleamont Potter.

He meant the absolute world to you since you were nine when you first met him. He lived next to you, both of your rooms being next to each other. You could always see him in his window, not that you were stalking, but you could never quite get your eyes off him.

Every time he would catch you staring, he would give you a wave, never felt weirded out. Then he would ring you up and ask you to come for dinner with your family. You would always accept unless your mother insisted on not intruding on them anymore.

You always caught his look of disappointment when you told him you couldn't come over, seeing him on the phone with you. It would always make your heart flutter, always having to stop the smile from forming on your face.

And then, after dinner, he would always come over, and you two would hang out (of course, with the door open). But you knew James would never try anything.

Your parents had suspicions when you both were fully formed teenagers and had hormones. Again, you knew James wasn't a perv; he respected you.

Even when he would slap your thigh in laughter when you said a joke or when his front pressed against your back when you two joked around, or his touch would linger when he ticked you.

But that was all besides the point; you loved James like no other. You loved the rest of the Marauders, too, but with James, there was no questioning if the love was different.

The only times you weren't sure about that 'love' was when Lily Evans would come around. He never truly knew how to pay attention to or regard you when she came around, but he claimed it was 'love.'

You wondered if he loved Lily the same way you loved him or if it was more complete, passionate, and extraordinary. You could never ask; James wouldn't know what to do. You couldn't blame Lily, it wasn't her fault, and she turned down his advances multiple times.

You were sure that James would move on, but then, during sixth year, Lily confessed that she was starting to have a crush on James.

You tried hiding your disappointment, but it was hard; it nearly broke your heart; you knew James would tell you all about it as soon as you saw him again.

There was no wish to be cruel, but a part of you, maybe the whole, was hoping she would joke. Perhaps she would again realize how immature James was and remember how he bullied Snape.

But that would be selfish and unfair to James; you were supposed to be his best friend, and he deserves this.

And you knew Lily was kind, beautiful, thoughtful, and honest. She deserved James more than he deserved her. You wouldn't break her happiness because it was pure; if you did, it would be evil.

So when she asked you if you were okay with that, constantly questioning your feelings towards James, you said,

"Of course, you should go out with James," You placed a hand on her shoulder, "I think you two would be amazing together." A genuine bright smile passed your face as she embraced you and thanked you for being truthful with her.

While they dated, James would always tell you every time he and Lily did something.

From every kiss, every date, and every cute moment to Lily laughing at a joke he made about crisps in Hogsmeade or the dove they saw randomly, which is a sign that they are genuinely in love.

After telling you every detail, he would embrace you in a tight hug so you could smell his scent entirely. He would thank you for being "such a good friend and say that "he loves you."

You knew he loved you but you wished he loved you in a different way. A way that his heart would scrunch when you were around or a way that made him want to compliment your hair or your smile like he did with Lily.

You wished it pissed you off enough to be mad at him, but every time he hugged you, you forgave him and knew it was just him being happy and wanting to tell a friend.

He still always joked around with you the same and bantered with you, but it was just less, you wanted more, but he could only give you so much time, and you knew that.

Only a few of your friends understood, like Remus and Dorcas. They would comfort you in every moment when you felt unsure of yourself, or you just wanted to talk.

You probably would have been misunderstood if it weren't for them, but they acknowledged and validated your feelings.

That's what got you through that time.

Nonetheless, there was no point in dwelling on past memories. James and Lily broke up at the end of that very year, it being mutual due to the realization of too many things clashing.

He was a bit of a wreck but recognized that it was for the better. It didn't stop him from sometimes crying in your arms, talking about how much he missed Lily.

Eventually, James started to move on, talking to you more, joking with you, and inviting you to sit next to him at dinner. You had missed this for so long and were grateful.

He went back to tickling you and playfighting with you. He would even make you sit with him during potions.

This was until the end of the year Quidditch match, Gryffindor had won, and excitement had raised. You went to congratulate James on the win, having a big jar of Fizzing Whizbees in your hand, his favorite.

You opened the door a crack, overhearing him but not wanting to interrupt his conversation with the rest of the Quidditch team.

"Come on, Potter, don't tell me you aren't going to snog her tonight," A boy you recognized as Matthew Collingwood teased, "She's been over you for years; why not just hit it and quit it?" Your face contorted to disgust after hearing his use of words.

"Don't tell me you are talking about Y/n," James scoffed, "There is no way I would ever think of her like that," A part of your heart broke hearing his words; he didn't even defend his last words.

"I mean, she does have a fat bum," Another boy laughed.

"Oy, she's like a sister to me, don't talk about her like that," James warned, his tone sounding half serious as the boy put his hands up jokingly.

A sister.

"Okay, but come on, Potter, you have to shag her at least once before we graduate," Matthew sneered.

"Listen, boys, I wouldn't touch Y/n if she were the last girl on earth," He belittled, "Besides, she would cling to my cock like crazy after that; I mean, look at her now, can't even take a piss without her peering over my shoulder." He gestured, pretending to take a piss and looking behind him to see if you were around.

The boys hollered, laughing at James’s visual representation of you.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you dropped the glass-made jar, shattering in the process. You let go of the door, turning your heel to run away.

The tears started running down your cheeks as you wiped each of them as they came. You went under a tree, crying your eyes out, wondering why James would be so cruel.

He was your best friend, and you thought he loved you enough to not make fun of you. James could sometimes be thoughtless, but he never was brutal to you.

Did he really think you were clingy, consistently all over him? Did he get annoyed by how much you were around him? Would he never like you even if you were the last girl on the planet?

You were humiliated, embarrassed by his words, his thoughts. Every feeling of James Potter that made you happy and wanted to fall into his arms turned into hate and resentment, his words reiterating in your mind a thousand times.

That night, you vowed never to make James Potter make you feel that way again.

So that night, you didn't join the celebration. You told your friends that your stomach was hurting and you weren't in the mood for festivities.

You didn't know if James had asked where you were during that night, and you didn't want to know after the words he had shared with others.

Since you were allowed to leave Hogwarts the day after summer began, you did. You didn't wait for James to go with you; you left without him, wishing all your friends goodbye, dismissing all questions about why you were leaving early and blaming it on your mother's wishes.

"Okay, well," Lily sighed, "Make sure to ring me over the summer and visit if you can." You embraced her and nodded your head, telling her that you will.

"And don't forget to ring me as well," Dorcas said from behind you as you went over to her and hugged her tightly, "Whatever he did," She whispered in your ear, "Give him hell."

You pulled out of the hug and gave her a smile, "I will."

As she left, you approached the Gryffindor common room to find Remus reading as usual.

"Gonna wish a good friend goodbye?" Remus questioned, looking over at you. You were glad he wasn’t questioning why you were leaving so early in the morning.

"How could I ever not?" You asked, embracing him for a minute.

"So, are you gonna tell me what he did?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How do you and Dorcas know everything?" You said, rolling your eyes.

"How good of friends would we be if we didn't." He smirked, "I can ta-"

You cut him off, "No, this is not your responsibility; I will take care of it." You smiled, "But thank you for caring; it means the most to me."

"Of course," He said as you nodded and turned to leave, "And take care of yourself." You turned back, giving him a reassuring smile.

After saying all your goodbyes for the school year, you sat in a window seat, looking at the school you loved dearly. You never thought you could quite say this, but you were ready for home.

Once you returned home, a letter was waiting for you on your window seal stating,

Dear Y/n,

Give him hell.

Sincerely the only one you need,

Dorcas Meadows.

And what kind of friend would you be if you didn't do what was asked?