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Happy Birthday Professor Snape!

Happy Birthday Professor Snape 💚🖤 . 🐍

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What do you think would happen?

I bet the same people that call themselves M stans and hate on Snape would bend over backwards defending him and would write paragraphs and paragraphs on how Severus was the victim and the Marauders were the spiteful, arrogant bullies (which is true)

They'd see Snape as the "misunderstood tragic lover" and 90% of his former haters would vanish in a flash and write flood ao3 with famfics and fanarts about him and tik tok would blow up with his edits, not to mention Snily would be the most popular ship, with people going..."he was her soulamte.", "Eww...how could she choose "ugly" Prongs over Prince!!"

Imagine an "ugly James Potter" with pudgy face and acne scars pestering Lily to go on a date with him like canon James did. It'd be viewed as "harrasment" and not "pining". Jily ship would crumple, even if James Potter had the same characterization as he did in canon, minus the attractiveness.

Lily rejecting James isn’t “slow burn”...it’ll be relatable. “Girl avoids creep who won’t take no for an answer.” Jily is reviled.

The Marauders on the other hand would finally he seen as what that are....privileged, entitled bullies that made Snape's life a living hell simply because they could.

Do you wish JKR potrayed Snape and the Marauders this way? Because as shallow as it sounds, I do.

I don't care that Snape is percieved to be "ugly" because it doesn't make me love him any less. He's beatiful on the inside but people don't see it because he's "ugly" on the outside.

But if he were "hot", the shallow Snaters would see him differently...they'd defend him like they defend Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black and Tom Riddle. There'd be nobody to call him "creepy incel" (because apparantly you cannot be an incel if vou're desired.), nazi, stalker, school shooter. pervert, pedophile and all that stuff.

The book felt alive. Not literally, but with intention. With the intellect of the Half-Blood Prince.

With a mind that had grown sharper, darker, more brilliant than the curriculum had ever dared to imagine. Holding it was like holding someone’s ambition.

The book felt heavy, as if saturated with something potent and unfinished. It carried the same aura as a wand freshly used: the echo of intent lingering like smoke.

My breath caught. I recognized brilliance when I saw it.

In the Prince there was a sort of obsession. Rebellion. Loneliness carved into ink and paper.

This was not the work of a student seeking extra credit.

This was someone rewriting the rules from the inside, bending the structure of the discipline until it obeyed him.

Dangerous genious.

And the more I turned the pages, the deeper the unease sank into my chest. The handwriting tugged at something in the back of my mind, deeply familiar, but distant.

Dark, elegant, exacting.

A shiver chased down my spine.

I turned all the pages back to the preface, my instinct perfectly knowing what it was looking for. Therefore, I took off the left glove, letting my own hand lingering on the preface, where, up on top left corner stood proudly the signature.

“Tell me you’re him …” I murmured to the paper and brushing our ring on it, the amethyst glinted softly, as it always did when reacted to Severus.

I know you. I see you. I love you, in the only language my scars allow.

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HBO is messign up big time. They are not keeping to their promise to follow and stick to the book. hey're being extremely disrespectful of both characters. One, in every book, even in the author's own artwork Snape is a white male. Designed after a White British Male teacher from the author's childhood. But of course HBO wants to force inclusion down our throats. Guess they haven't noticed how bad Disney's Snow White is being received or how because of Inclusion even Doctor Who is going off the air? Show me one place where it says Snape is of another ethnicity and not a white English male? Why are they trying to change characters so much? What is this desperation to force shit like this on US. WE THE ONES WHO MADE HARRY POTTER THE PHENOMENA CRAZY POPULAR BOOK AND MOVIE SERIES THAT IT IS TODAY. WE do not want this crap. RESPECT THE CHARACTERS. RESPECT THE GENERATION THAT MADE IT IT WHAT IT IS. Without us, your series will go down the drain.

characters: Severus Snape x fem!reader run down: you can´t imagine how else to spend some time with your lover than in the basement of your house doing some elixirs warnings: no warnings word count: 1,1k+ request status: closed

You took the apron which was hanging on the wall behind the doors and turned around. It wasn´t even weird to know that you had some private dungeon under your house. Once you saw all of those little bottles with elixirs and ingredients, you knew that you would spend here the most of your time.

“What are we going to do today?” You asked from the raven haired mad as he was preparing all kind of his stuff. 

“I need to work on something today,” he said and pulled out one of his books were he had everything written down in hand and started searching.

“What am I going to do?” You asked him, really impatiently and that made him look at you.

“Whatever you would like,” he said and as these words slipped out of his mouth and a grin covered your face, you knew that he just made a huge mistake. However, he didn´t try to change his mind.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said in a deep voice and prepared himself a little knife. You placed your hand onto his shoulder and walked past him, brushing his upper back a little as you walked over to the messiest shelf in the whole basement.

Poisons.

“Y/n-”

“You said whatever I would like,” you reminded him of the facts and then turned to the dangerous shelf. “I am going to clean this up a little bit. Now get yourself into work,” I told him and didn´t even look in his direction.

Hearing a little and quiet sight I just smiled for myself. He wasn´t really okay with what I was doing at the moment, but he couldn´t do anything about it. I took few jars and held them against my chest and then I put them back but onto another part of the shelf.

I moved my hand and the shelf cleaned itself. All the dirt which was on it disappeared and I could put the jars back onto the shelf. When they were back on, I moved to another shelf and another and another, cleaning the whole room. Moving inch after inch I walked over to another set of shelves and then another. All of this while Severus was working on something what seemed really difficult.

He was cutting up some lemon grass and he was really concentrated. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning a little so there was a line between his eyebrows.

“Everything alright?” I asked him to make sure that everything was going according to the plan. When he didn´t answer me, I knew that he was too focused. But he did answer me few seconds after he was done with that ingredient.

“Yes of course,” he said only and then he got back to his work.

I was watching him in silence few seconds. His hands were moving automatically and he knew what he was doing. He didn´t need any books nor read from them. He had everything he needed in his head and he was using it the best way he could.

When the sounds of movements stopped as I was organizing his shelf, I looked at him over my shoulder if everything was alright. He was searching for something again and when I saw him taking gloves, I just smiled, knowing that he wouldn´t get hurt.

I continued organizing the shelf when this melody got stuck in my head. I tried to ignore it at first, finding it a little annoying since I was working with Severus at the moment. I didn´t realize when I started with humming the song a little louder and when I heard myself, I stopped immediately.

“You can go on,” he said in lower voice than usual and my eyebrows flew up.

“Are you sure?”

“I liked that one,” he said without looking at me and he made me smile anyways. I started humming the same song again, this time from the beginning and I couldn´t hold back my smile every time I looked at Severus.

In silence, with me humming, we both continued in our work. Every time some sound I didn´t really like left from under Severus´s hands, I looked at him just for a little check. And he was okay. As always.

When I was done with the shelves in the whole room, I walked over to him. Watching his arms and fingers working, I didn´t say a word and pulled a chair which was in a corner of the room closer to the table, so I could keep watching him.

He didn´t even look at me. He was in his own world and he was doing his best. All he focused on were his fingers and the ingredients. And I focused on those too. 

He knew what to take in order, he knew what to do with the ingredient and he also knew where did he put what. My breathing calmed down as I watched this mand I then I looked him into his face.

His eyes seemed tired as always, but this time there was something different in them. Something like a small light which was coming out from under his eyelids, but he didn´t show it that obviously.

That was the moment, when I realized that this man loved his work. He loved the basement. He loved the poisons, potions and every kind of magic he needed for that.

I knew how it felt for him. It felt for him like his home. Where he could let go of everything. Where he could show his true emotions. But he did this only when he was alone. There was no chance of seeing Severus Snape crying at that moment. Not as long as I was there.

I walked over to him and stood by his side. He has realized it, for sure. I wrapped my arm around his lower back really carefully and the man breathed out the breath he was holding in for so long.

“Severus?” I asked him carefully, my voice changing into a whisper.

“Yes?”

“Have I told you how much I love you in the last few days?” I asked him honestly and Severus looked at me from over his shoulder.

“You have. Multiple times already,” he made sure I heard him but I didn´t care about what he was saying.

“I love you so much Severus,” I said again and looked at him. When our eyes met, I blinked few times. He knew what I was waiting for.

“I won´t say it,” he shook his head no and tried to pretend that I wasn´t even there.

“Please-”

“No Y/n.”

“But please Severus,” I made some kind of doe eyes and when he looked at me, I saw how he softened against me already.

“I love you Y/n. There. Are you happy now?” He asked me, really annoyed because I made him say the L word, but I nodded anyways.