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What are some stereotypical teacher things that you think Snape would do as a professor?
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The Wrong Ingredient
Severus Snape x Fem!Reader
Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.
Word count: 4k
Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON
A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)
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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.
As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat.
“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.
During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive.
You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response.
“Unfortunately, no” you breathed.
“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.
“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work”
“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged.
You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you.
Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint.
You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.
“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation.
“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.
“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim.
The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.
Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?
You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.
Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.
Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.
You waited for a reaction.
And waited.
Nothing. You felt nothing.
Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms.
Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought.
The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs.
“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard.
“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.
“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”
He looked up suddenly.
“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”
You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else.
“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.
His eyes grew wide for a moment.
“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk.
You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.
“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.
“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers.
Your heart sank. What had you done?
“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously.
Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable.
“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.
You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it.
“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?
“Aroused?” He questioned.
“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too.
“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth.
“Professor wha-”
“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly.
It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine.
You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort.
He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body.
“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear. You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.
“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?”
Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now.
“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin.
The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched.
“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.
“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.
“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for.
“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you.
“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.
“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.
Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me?
No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position.
“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next.
“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.
Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew.
Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder.
“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery.
“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong.
While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong.
He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor.
“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words.
“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself.
“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt.
Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it.
“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me”
You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.
“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.
“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles.
“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses.
“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.
You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him.
It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.
Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke.
“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already.
Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over.
“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.
His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation.
“I need it” You struggled to form your words.
“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust.
“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too.
“As you wish”
He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.
He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.
For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants.
Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state.
“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed.
“More than alright” You breathed.
“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart.
Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.
He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly.
“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him.
“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you.
Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper.
“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.
“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins.
“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust.
It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm.
It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it.
Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.
“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.
“I-I can’t” You cried.
“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”
You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table.
Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control.
Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before. Snape groaned lowly in approval.
This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.
“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.
“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.
His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred.
He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table.
Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it.
“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too.
You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head.
“I’m not” You confidently responded.
The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.
“Good” He muttered.
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Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!
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Severus Snape comforting his S/O | HC?
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Summary: Not sure if this can be considered HC or not but well. To me these are HC of how I think Sev would be comforting his S/O.
A/N: I am not a English speaker. Also, this is my first time doing Headcanons but not sure if these can be considered as such. Please be understanding ;; Still it's something short but I hope you like it! ♥ Also, I have opened my ask, you can cask me or comment me there since I can not reply in comments!
Triggers / Warnings: Insecurity maybe? S/O is sad / upset / angry. If I am forgetting something let me know.
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Severus started to get used to comfort, love and kind words when he met you and despite of the time that has passed and all of the reassuring words and talk there is still that lingering feeling of him feeling unworthy of love
And that he is not able to comfort you or give you the love you deserve
That’s why you guided him multiple times about what you liked or disliked
Never pressured him and he went at his own pace
Still the first times he would panic trying to remember the talk the two of you had gotten in the past and going through the lists of how to comfort you
That’s why every time you arrived back from work or from anywhere and sensed something happened he would just take a few minutes to see you: if you kissed him, if you seemed off or if you seemed to feel annoyed or irritated
If he was sure that something was going on he tried to talk to himself first to convince that it wasn’t because of him
Due to his past sometimes he felt that some bad things happening was due to him and this is something he had to change that’s why he would always ask you a ‘what did happen?’
And of course you always tried to explain to him to vent out and of course to help him with the feeling of guilt. You knew he really tried.
While you were telling him what happened he would be listening to you, nodding his head leaving soft hums to let you know he cares and he is focusing on you. Only you.
Sometimes depending on where the two of you were talking he would try to comfort you by stroking your hair.
But if you were not really in the mood he would leave you be and give you your space.
He is not good with love but he is good at small gestures that’s why he would make sure to go outside, no matter which time it is to buy your favourite snacks or to cook (if you had the ingredients) your comfort food.
Preparing a warm bath, playing your comfort movie or lighting your favourite candles would be also part of his gesture to comfort you.
He would do all of this silently not wanting to disturb you and giving you all the time needed to heal and get better.
Once you were better in the mood, you would be calling for his hugs and he would lay on bed, hugging you and reading out loud the book he is reading at that moment until you were relaxed and asleep.
And then he would smile, placing a kiss on your forehead, whispering how much he loves you and feeling his chest warm because he was able to help you in these rough times.
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What if Snape's favoritism over Slytherins was only to spite Dumbledore's favoritism over Gryffindors?
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Some of my assorted Snape headcanons because I'm bored
He's one of those freaks who goes to bed late and wakes up early. Barely sleeps any. He says it's just what works best for him but he's in denial. Lol
Even though he looks like he would have freezing cold hands, his hands are warm.
He used to smoke in his late teens and early 20s but he quit the habit after he has been teaching for a few years.
Being around potion ingredients all the time makes him smell like herbs and chemicals
He snores
He's good at cooking because he had to cook for himself a lot growing up due to his parents neglecting him. He also finds it inherently easy because its sort of similar to making potions.
There are some romance novels and erotica well hidden amid all those books he has in his house. He would never admit it though.
Having grown up in the 70s, and being on the fringe of society and always being interested in darker and edgier things, I think he would have avidly followed the rise of heavy metal. I debate myself a lot on whether or not he would be interested in muggle music, or if wizard music followed the same trends at the same times as muggle music. Assuming it does, I think he would have gotten into black metal in the 80s.
I think he would be into alternative 80s music in general, probably whatever the wizard equivalent of Depeche Mode or Joy Division is.
He would also enjoy the Smiths, or again their equivalent LOL. Maybe I'm just projecting...
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If Snape had children with his partner, he would pretend to be irritated with their demands, yet also dread the day they stopped needing him........which would never come.
............Because he’d actually be a really caring father and they’d seek his advice even as adults.
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Hello! Would you be able to write Severus with an autistic reader?
YES! I’m so glad somebody asked me for this.
Disclaimer: although I am not formally diagnosed, my therapist and I both believe I am somewhere on the spectrum so I hope I can do this prompt justice. But it will mostly be based on my experience. Feel free to tag me in or reblog with your own headcanons with this prompt too pls.
Headcanons of Severus Snape with an autistic partner.
Gender neutral
Enjoy this gif of Snape stimming
Severus would do really well with an autistic partner. Especially since I headcanon that he’s neurodivergent as well.
He loves to hear you talk about your special interest. Whatever it may be, he’ll listen to you discuss it for hours. He’ll even do his own research so he can bring it up with you.
Feeling overstimulated? He’ll wrap you up in his cloak and hold you. His cloak has the most soothing texture that calms you instantly. Severus also naturally smells good without the use overwhelming colognes or fragrances so his hugs are always welcome.
If you take medication, he’d be the one to remind you especially if you had the tendency to forget. He’d do this with water and food. Not in a controlling or overbearing way. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.
Severus is no stranger to fidgeting or stimming so there’s no need to worry about him asking you “what are you doing?” In fact, he quite enjoys when you mess with the buttons on his frock coat.
You got a safety food? Best believe he’s stocking up on that. Perfect for those times you show up in the great hall and there’s nothing there that makes you want to eat. Or those days when the executive dysfunction is high and you can’t see yourself leaving bed for a meal.
If you had small little preferences or had a strict routine in place, he would be sure to memorize these. Prefer a small spoon or smooth fork? Can only drink out of particular cups? He’ll be sure to have those ready for you. If something was apart of your morning routine, he’d help make sure nothing threw it off. If he was buying you clothes, he’d make sure it was a fabric you liked and would cut out any tags if there was any. Considering I HC his love language as acts of service, I think he’d quite enjoy doing these things for you.
“Is this okay?” “is that too loud?” He’d ask in most situations. Knowing that sometimes it’s hard to voice those opinions. If you both were somewhere and someone was making unneeded noise he’d immediately ask them to quiet it down.
If your social battery dies or you can feel a meltdown coming, it only takes one look and Severus will be there at your side to get you out of a situation and help you feel safe.
If you aren’t a fan of physical touch, that’s fine. He’s happy to be there for when you need him.
He would always be very specific about what he meant when speaking so there’s no confusion or misinterpretation of his words/feelings. Expect reassurance from him too that he understood what you were trying to convey and there’s no need to repeat or reword it.
No need to force eye contact, he would tell you it’s not necessary if you’re not comfortable with it.
In terms of less wizarding world stuff, here’s things that bring me comfort to think about / imagine. This part is hella self indulgent I’m sorry
Sev becoming obsessed with your fidget toys and even getting a few of his own. He loves a good tangle and the small dimple pops. They stop him from picking at his nails.
You wearing your noise cancelling headphones around him for the first time and being hella nervous about it and you’re like “is this ok?” And he’s like “why wouldn’t it be?” 😩
Him loving said headphones and getting himself a pair. You catch him wearing them while he’s in his office, working on some potions or grading papers.
Feeling comfortable enough to unmask in front of him.
When doing your vocal stims he doesn’t look at you weird.
Snuggling with him under a weighted blanket
Finally, just him being there for you on those days where you have a breakdown and keep asking “what’s wrong with me?” after a particularly bad meltdown bc of overstimulation or a disruption to your routine or something else, and he’s just there whispering how there’s nothing wrong with you, and you’re perfect just the way you are.
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So I'm not sure if you've seen the deleted scene from gof but Snape catches two students going at it in carriage. How often do you think he's catches students? And what do you think his inner monologue is when he does?
I’ve seen and I love it! They really should have kept that scene in!
Honestly I think he catches students doing things like that pretty often. Probably several times a week. I headcannon he doesn’t get much sleep and that he roams the castle at night so I’m sure he’s stumbled upon students making out or doing more than that loads of times.
I imagine his inner monologue would go something like this:
“Fuck. What’s that noise? It better not be what I — of course it’s those two. This is the third time this week!”
“You’d think by now these numbskulls would find more secluded places for these activities. They really are just out here fucking in the halls like animals… They should be expelled. This is disgusting. I should tell Filch to clean these walls extra well tomorrow. I don’t even want to know what that substance is.”
“Maybe if I just *coughs and stomps loudly down the hall* that seems to have done the trick. I hear them running now.”
“That’s what ten students so far this week? I’m growing rather tired of giving out so many detentions.”
“I swear to Merlin if I turn this corner and those two are still here going at it I will throw them off the astronomy tower. I told them to get back to their rooms 15 minutes ago.”
“Fuck it, next kid I catch is going straight to Dumbledore. I’m tired of this shit.”
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💚🖤 snapetober 2022 🖤💚
dearest sniends and snovers! connoisseurs of all things snape! the time has come again to celebrate our favorite potion’s master via the annual angsty and whump-heavy prompt list 🖤
like always, prompts are open to interpretation! that means you can take it in whatever direction feels right to you and so long as it touches the prompt in some way, you are doing it correctly! technically speaking, your beautiful contributions don’t even need to be angsty if you’d prefer to take a more lighthearted spin on the prompt. this year’s list is primarily angsty, but there are a few softer prompts (bolded) to act as a short break from the heavy content (and a bonus for november 1st, if you’d like to wrap up on a lighter note)
you can create for as many as you want; just pick and choose to your heart’s content. contributions can be anything - fic (any length, pov, au, or featuring characters), drabbles, art (any style or level of effort), gif sets, headcanon posts, plot bunnies you can’t be bothered to hash out, dialogue blurbs, moodboards, etc. there is also no true deadline! start early, post late, do the snapetober prompt list from 2020 instead. just keep it snape-centric (doesn’t even have to be his pov or have the angst directed at him; yk im always down bad for protective snape)
recycled prompts continue to give you a peek into my psyche bc i cant seem to let certain things go 😅
Nightfall
Cemetery
Hidden Injury
Full Moon
Nightmares
Potion Brewing
Overthinking
Reconciliation
Burn
Assassination Attempt
Anxiety
Cup of Tea
Fate
Inferius
Defensive
Neglect
Dessert
Midnight (Sleeplessness)
Intervention
The Dark Lord
Solemn
Book/Reading
Defeat
Purpose (or Lack of)
Dread
(Unwelcome) Touch
Gentle Touch
Weak
Break Down
Anger
Last Words/Thoughts
November 1st Bonus: Perseverance
remember to tag #snapetober or #snapetober2022 (you can also tag me or @snapetober) and happy snape’ing!
#snapetober#snapetober 2022#severus snape#pro snape#snapedom#prompt list#whumptober#professor snape#snape headcanons#snape love
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If Snape started to like you (romantically or platonically), he would never just go up and talk to you because he hates small talk and would be convinced he’d be wasting your time. So instead, he’d come up with excuses to talk to you one-on-one, like,
“I need help with this task” (he’s perfectly capable of doing it on his own.)
“If you insist you need someone to come with you/help you, fine, I’ll do it!” (you never asked.)
“You’re showing symptoms of some sickness, so here’s a potion I had sitting in my potions storeroom” (the “symptom” in question was a sneeze, but he went out of his way to make it just for you in case you do get sick.)
“I heard it’s your birthday, so here’s a small gift that I saw while running errands” (he knows exactly what you like and went to the shops in his free time to pick out the perfect gift.)
If you were also a professor, he’d sit next to you during meals, conveniently show up in the same hallway as you while pretending to watch over the students, and gossip about annoying students with you.
Eventually, though, he’d get tired to playing these games and acting childish, so he’d muster up the courage to ask you to spend time and talk about your interests. If you’re smart enough, of course you’d say yes ☺️
#snape#severus snape#pro snape#pro severus snape#professor snape#professor severus snape#snape fandom#snapedom#snape headcanon#snape headcanons#severus snape headcanon#severus snape headcanons#snape love#snape fluff
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In some time during fifth year, Snape somehow acquired a black kitten with grey eyes. Here are some headcanons based on that.
It’s nicknamed “deplorable” or “idiot” and “Hemlock”
The reason for the above nicknames involve the kitten meowing very loudly whenever Umbridge does her horrid “hem hem” & Snape goes “she thinks ur calling her by her name—so sorry”
Other students swear that they can hear a soft meowing as Snape pass by sometimes & it’s become sort of a trend to listen for it in his presence
He’s suddenly requested at more teachers’ meetings than normal b/c all the other professors want that dose of serotonin
That’s the only pet allowed in the Potions classroom b/c it’s well behaved—until Umbridge shows up for inspection
He had to ask McGonagall for a spell to rid of cat hair after a particularly bad day
The kitten is a sleep police, sleeping on his desk instead of the nice couch, and preventing him from doing work
It also smacked him in the face once trying to catch a fly—he was left with a scar of shame
The kitten was Celaena—her animagus form
Additional Headcanon
McGonagall was aware of the above fact—in fact, the two had several missions together to make Umbridge’s life a living hell
#black butler x harry potter#harry potter headcanons#severus snape#snape headcanons#slytherin headcanon#minerva mcgonagall#celaena phantomhive#animagus#orwell chess#dolores umbridge#they knocked over so many ink bottles#celaena had great fun knocking over fudges picture#snape having a good sleep schedule for once#harry potter headcanon#harry potter oc#harry potter
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Does anyone else think that if Severus had met Lily when they were already in school/ young adults instead of as children, he just wouldnt like her?
im not anti-lily but i genuinely believe that sevs love for lily was more ' this is the only human being that has shown me real love and care without ulterior motives' and less 'romantic'
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Okay hear me out, I’ve been thinking about genderbent female Snape, student age specifically, and
imagine Severa(?) gathering potion ingredients for Slughorn in the forbidden forest (extra credit? she also grabs a few things for herself while she’s at it), enjoying it for multiple reasons but partly because she actually feels safer alone in the forest than in hogwarts. She likes being alone and can relax and act however she wants without worrying about who’s watching, she doesn’t have to constantly look over her shoulder for potter’s gang either.
Sometimes Severa makes flower crowns ( lily taught her how and before hogwarts they used to make them together), but flowers can be scarce in the forest so she’ll substitute them for random plants, ingredients she’s gathered even, whatever she can find etc etc; by the end of it she’s wearing a monstrosity (in the best way) worthy of Luna Lovegood. She takes them off before returning to the castle, but she doesn’t always get everything so sometimes there are random bits of leaves, mushrooms, feathers, goodness knows what- in her hair.
Severa is a bit of a weirdo (but that’s just snape), and a loner (again, snape). She writes made up poems and her own notes in almost all of her books (text books especially). Some of the poems she writes are personal or about something in particular, but a lot of them are about potions, plants or other school things, to help her remember or learn things.
Severa isn’t pretty but if she took care of herself, she’d probably be considered decent (but she’s unpopular so people would probably think she’s ugly anyway). Her eyes are her best feature (they, and I quote, ‘glitter’). She doesn’t have many friends, she isn’t as chummy with the girls in her year as canon snape was with the boys (not that they were best friends in the world). The boys wouldn’t have much to do with her outside of death eater stuff.
Severa dislikes Regulus on principle for being Sirius’ brother but she also has a mild crush on him, based on the fact that he’s one of the few boys who are actually decent to her and treat her like a human being. She finds it embarrassing and almost dislikes him more for it.
Also, for reasons of self gratification, her animagus/patronus is a doe
#I just need snape to be a weird forest girl#she eats random mushrooms and other things she probably shouldn’t eat#madam pomfrey is like ‘stop putting random things in your mouth’#‘do you have self control!’#severus snape#female severus snape#pro snape#girl snape#snape headcanons
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Y'all... Y'all ever think... That Snape teaching himself Legilimency/Occlumancy... Could be used as a garantee to always have the upper hand?...
Like he knows he can't trust people. So knowing that anyone could betray him AND having the possibility of HIM knowing beforehand what his interlocutor's intents are... So he can prepare himself?
When did he really start teaching himself that? When he decided to betray Voldemort? Or when he was a student? He did know quite a lot by then already, man was brilliant.
Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it?
I'm sorry if the post is kinda confusing it's 3 am and I'm just a little bit sleep deprived.
#legilimency#occlumancy#legilimens#pro severus snape#severus snape fandom#snapedom#severus snape#pro snape#professor snape#anti snape hate#severus snape defense#snape headcanons#snape fandom
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For some reason this afternoon I became obsessed with the idea of Atsushi Sakurai as a faceclaim for Snape. I love the last picture especially. Maybe he just reminds me a bit of how I like to draw him?
#i can never quite decide on my mental image of snape#maybe im just reaching to combine my love of visual kei and snape. i don't know LOL#i like to draw snape looking pretty hahhaa#snape headcanons#snape headcanon#severus snape#pro snape
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I imagine Snape standing there with a scowl while the person he has feelings for walks towards him.
As they reach out, touch his face, and give him his first kiss, he flinches and recoils but once he lets his walls comes down and realizes he can reveal his true vulnerability, he melts into it and by the time they pull away, he’s reaching out to them instead.
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