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Oh! This is gorgeous! All the details! And Sev is just wonderfully depicted. His hair! I love the colors. Just lovely!
Slytherin basement.
AI GENERATED YOUNG SEVERUS SNAPE
Cravings for today: A fanfic about a professor at Hogwarts who secretly developed fondness for Severus. Years before the war, mc finds out that Snape is a death eater. Worried of the perils of her beloved’s shenanigans, she seeks audience with Voldemort in which she convinced him to make an unbreakable vow with her. The deal; She pledges her undying loyalty to him and does whatever he needs her to do, so long as Voldemort sends her to dangerous missions instead of Severus and promises not to harm him. All of these happens without the potion master knowing.
AaaAaaAaaa… I need this so bad rn I’m tempted to write it. 😭
“Severus. After all this time?”
“Always.”
Just a random thought...
Do you think Severus would groan, whimper, moan, or scream when he releases?
Idk XD they're different right? :"]
What do you think he'd do when he does 😅
Thaz all... Hope yall having a great day 😌
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In the Back of Your Mind ༊*·˚
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 4 - Stalking. Severus is in love with you from afar. Severus is also very good at legilimency. You show a tiny bit of interest by helping him out in class and he loses a little more of his self-control.
Tags: Stalking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving, a LOT of it), Very dubious consent, Mind manipulation / control, Brainwashing, Improper use of legilimency, Toxic relationships, Yandere Snape, Creepy perverted behaviour, Fantasising, Implied loss of virginity, Self-blaming.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!
Word count: 3.7k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: Severus in this fic is written to be a walking red flag, don't seek this kind of relationship irl!! I started to get a headache toward the end of writing this, sorry if it's noticeable in the writing!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Splat, Severus’ books thud to the ground. A cacophony of laughs erupts behind him, led by James Potter, a satisfied smirk on his face from having caused this mild inconvenience. Severus huffs and rolls his eyes, luckily hidden by his mop of long black hair. He bends down to pick up the books, not at all surprised when James nudges one further away with the toe of his shoe. He shuffles forward and picks it up too, straightening himself back up, head hung low. He shuffles across the hall to lean against a wall further from the marauders, who hoot and laugh at him. Even putting himself in their shoes he can’t understand what’s so funny about watching someone pick up books. None of it matters anyway, because you’ll be here soon. Perfect you. You always arrive at this class at 12:56, with your friend by your side. You’d usually be chatting, finishing off a pastry from lunch, whatever had taken your fancy that day, Severus guessed it would be the Pumpkin pasties today. He watches the clock above the door into the potion's dungeon, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement. Just as he knew you would, almost exactly as the clock struck 12:56, your voice drifted around the corner down the corridor. He watches behind his hair as you come into view, chatting happily with your friend, carefully holding a hand in front of your mouth as you chew. He imagines you spotting him, smiling and making your way over, giggling and offering him a bite of your pastry. He’d go to bite it and you’d withdraw it playfully, just to tease him, you’d laugh that bright laugh you have and he’d give you a chastising look before stealing a kiss from you, making you smile wider. You’d wrap your arms around his neck, pushing closer so that–
He’s yanked from his thoughts by Slughorn opening the doors to the lab, the heavy wood scraping unpleasantly against the stone floor. Everyone starts to head inside, he keeps his head down as he enters, hanging back at his usual spot at the back of the room, the spot with a perfect view of you. He places his books down, watching as you quickly scoff the last of your pastry, a pumpkin pasty as he’d guessed before the lesson started. Throughout the lesson he’s watching you, barely concentrating on the topic at hand, he doesn't need to, he already read up on it in his own time so that he can watch you. He’s lucky, in a way, that he only has you for potions, no matter how much he wishes you always there, always by him, always in view, else he may never learn anything at all. You lean forward on the desk, your chin in your palms, legs swinging under the desk. He can vaguely make out the outline of your bra through the back of your uniform shirt, it’s black, clasped on the final row. He almost jots this down on his parchment before he catches himself. He imagines that if he told you this, you’d laugh and call him something childish and endearing, like a ‘silly sausage’, flicking his nose gently. He’s lost in this fantasy, this world where he can tell you that he’s watching you and you find it sweet, going through the motions of setting up his workstation for brewing. He doesn’t even realise that Slughorn is calling out to him until your head turns towards him, looking curious. He notices with a start that the entire class is looking at him, the marauders laughing tauntingly among themselves.
“Er… what?” he croaks out, his voice a little rough from barely speaking all day. He hears a few more chuckles, but not from you. Kind, perfect you. You just glance between him and Slughorn without a hint of judgement in your eyes.
“Your hair is getting rather too long, boy, you’ll have to tie it up for this potion, it’s very volatile,” Slughorn chortles from the front of the room. “Do any of the ladies have a spare?” He addresses the room. The marauders and a couple of the other boys explode with laughter, several of the girls immediately shake their heads, or do nothing, except beautiful, perfect you. You’re picking up your bag and digging through it without a second's hesitation and he could kiss you right now, not that there was any time he felt like he couldn’t. Your friend, obviously shamed into action by you, flicks half-heartedly through her bag too. The rest of the class returns to setting up.
“A-ha!” you exclaim, pulling out a plain black hairband from your bag. Black like your bra, his brain supplies, but he shakes that off because you’re walking over to him. He’s immediately sweating, luckily you’re unlikely to notice through his robes, although you may notice the growing sheen on his forehead. You stand in front of him, smiling like an angel. He’s not this close to you often, somehow you’re even more ethereal up close. He takes a shaky breath as you extend the hairband to him. "Don't listen to them, Black is only about an inch away from needing one himself,"
“Th-Thank you…” He mumbles, brushing your fingertips with his own on purpose. It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding under his skin and he smiles shakily. You smile and shrug.
“Just get it back to me when you can, or keep it honestly, I have hundreds and you’ll probably need it again,” you explain happily. You always seem to have nothing bringing you down and he admires it, wishing he could be so positive, perhaps it’s easy when you’re as flawless as you are. You skip off back to your workstation to your friend. He has something in his hand that is yours, something he’s allowed to keep, something he didn’t have to snatch when you left the room. There’s a couple of your hairs stuck around it and he shivers in excitement. This is something you have used, and he has it through legitimate means. He’s floating on air. While everyone else is beginning to brew, he hides behind his cauldron carefully laying down your hairs in his notebook, making sure not to break them, securing them so they don’t fall out.
Eventually, once he’s sure he can’t extract any more of yours from the hairband, he finally ties his hair back into a low ponytail, getting to work. He’s confident he can catch up on the brewing time he missed, even as he keeps being distracted by the sight of you across the room, your hair pulled up out of your face in the same type of hairband you gave him. You’re gorgeous, somehow more than usual, which shouldn’t be possible or, frankly, legal. He’s often wondered if you’re part Veela somewhere far back, because of how absolutely perfect you are. Through extensive research of your family tree, he was able to prove himself wrong, but he still wonders. His potion expertise allows him to catch up on the potion, still being awarded the best potion in class by the end of it. He almost feels bad for everyone who actually put some effort into brewing just to lose to him again, but that feeling melts away when he spots you grinning at him as Slughorn announces his win. The two of you have never been friends, but you have always been silently friendly toward him, refusing to be swayed by the rumours about him. It’s perhaps what he loves the absolute most about you. He’s packing up when you approach him again, smiling softly.
“I actually like your hair up like this,” you whisper, reaching over to gently flick the end of his short ponytail. Severus doesn’t know if you’re teasing him or not. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning, both by your words and your playful touch. A hundred images of fantasies he’s had about you over the years flash through his mind. You’ve touched him! Willingly! In that playful way, he’d always imagined you would. It takes a lot of effort to remind himself that he can’t just kiss you right now. His mouth falls open and he lets out an undignified throaty noise. He quickly covers it up with a cough, blinking rapidly.
“I um… you… do?” he chokes out. You study his face for a moment, he’s sure you’re about to change your mind. You could never be so cruel though, he knows this, you’re too wonderful.
“Yeah… it’s nice to see your eyes sometimes,” you tease. Severus forces himself to laugh back casually, trying to force down the love hearts that are practically forming in his eyes. He also has to stop himself from grabbing you, never letting you move away again. He regrets holding himself back when your friend comes up behind you and ushers you away to your next class. You smile at him over your shoulder as you begin to leave. He quickly decides to use the compliments you’ve just given him against you. He wonders how much you really meant to them, but he has to try anyway. He invades your mind, silently smug about your lack of defences even after all this time. He feeds you a vision based on what you’ve just said. His head between your perfect supple thighs, looking up at you with wide needy eyes, his hair pulled back just like this, devouring your sweet cunt. He knows he’s been successful as he watches you suddenly flush and turn away, your cheeks bright red.
He doesn’t really know how you feel about these visions. He’s been invading your mind and planting them since the end of the fifth year. He would love to stick around in your brain, find out how you react to them, do some digging, and find out how you really feel about him, but he can’t risk it. The longer you’re in somebody's mind, the more they can feel the foreign presence. You’re still yet to put up any wards, even rudimentary ones, so he assumes you don’t realise you’re being invaded. You also haven’t started to avoid him more than normal, if you realised these visions were coming from someone else, there would only be one logical conclusion as to who they came from, but you haven’t withdrawn or confronted him in any way, so he figures he’s safe for now. The nature of the visions he gives you is probably enough to distract you from the momentary uncomfortable tingle of someone else being in your brain. He’s been experimenting for a long while to see what thoughts you react to the best. He often sits in the dining hall, somewhere where he has the perfect view of you, and plants various thoughts. You don’t seem to school your emotions very well, so he gets a vague idea of how you react to each scenario. He’s tried visions of him bending you over, roughly taking everything he wants from you, he’s tried visions of him begging on his knees to please you and everything in between. You blush beautifully at each one, whether from embarrassment or arousal, he isn’t sure. He can’t wait to feel your cheek heat up under his hand, because he will get to feel it, some day. You don’t seem to like the more extreme scenarios, complete domination or complete submission, but you don’t seem to mind either way if the power dynamic is a little milder. He doesn’t mind, he would be anything for you, do anything. What you seem to like best is when he feeds you a vision of him eating you out. He supposes it makes sense, it’s completely focused on your pleasure, so it’s practically all he’s been giving you lately. Sometimes he holds you down and calls you a good girl, sometimes you’re riding his face and calling him a good boy, you seem to like it either way. It makes him unbelievably smug.
After dinner, he’s trailing you and your friends to your common room, just to make sure that you’re safe, nothing more. He’s a little careless, feeding you the same vision over and over, enjoying watching you blush and stutter from afar as you try to chat with your friends. You probably think you’ve been hit with a lust potion or something, as he isn’t letting you think of anything else. It seems you hadn’t lied when you’d told him you liked his hair in the ponytail, as every time he gave you the same vision from earlier, he noticed your thighs tense. This isn’t a reaction he gets from you often at all, usually, it’s so subtle that he can be convinced it was unrelated, but this vision, in particular, seems to have you doing this every time. He’d dropped his fork at dinner just to duck under the table to watch your thighs clench, the sight nearly making his mouth water. He wished he could get under your table and spread your legs, make that vision a reality, but sadly he could not. He would do it in a heartbeat if you asked, fuck the consequences, fuck who could see. Maybe one day, if he kept torturing you with this vision, you would come begging. He feels his cock twitching eagerly in his trousers at the thought. You disappear into your common with your friends, him watching from around the corner. He sighs in disappointment, deciding to leave you be for the night since he can’t delight in your lovely little reactions any more. He hangs around at the corner for a moment, debating whether to head outside onto the grounds to watch you through your dorm window like he often did. The mini telescope he had to buy for Astronomy had turned out to be a fantastic use of money, even if he did often see your roommates instead. He had seen them all in various states of undress by now, but he couldn’t care about any of them in the least, he only had eyes for you.
Over the next few days, he eases off a little, realising how reckless he’d been. He couldn’t risk you knowing what he’s been doing, he can’t imagine that would end very well, even if you had seemed to grow to like the visions he gave you. He didn’t stop altogether, because that would have arguably been just as suspicious. He keeps it tame, one or two a day, maybe a little more innocent than normal. He can’t help but continue to use the information about you liking his hair back, making sure every fantasy he feeds you has him that way. He keeps your hairband, pulling his hair back every day now, because it makes you look at him just a second longer, and he’s obsessed with it. Lucius comments on it, saying it looks odd, but he couldn’t care less. It makes secretly watching you harder too, as he can’t hide behind his hair so much, but he makes do, all for those extra glances. He continues his routines, waiting for you to emerge in the mornings from your common room by hiding around the corner, watching you at every mealtime, trailing you back to the common room in the evening and then watching you through your window whenever he feels the need.
One night, once he’s happy you’re safely back in your common room, he turns to leave but trips slightly over his feet. He glances down, realising with an exasperated huff that the laces on his oxfords have come undone. He crouches down to tie them, setting his other knee on the ground. He fumbles with them unnecessarily, frustrated with himself. He vaguely registers footsteps approaching him, but not enough to react before he hears a voice.
“Oh… Severus, what are you doing here?” your soft angelic voice echoes slightly in the empty corridor. You seem confused, and, arguably, you have reason to be. The only thing down this corridor is your common room, and he has no excuse to be here. He swallows, staring straight down at the ground, his mind working a mile a minute.
“Here to return the hairband,” he grunts, thinking fast. It’s the only excuse he has, even if you had told him to keep it. He looks up at you from his crouched position, you’re a lot closer to him than he thought. He realises how similar this position is to some of the ones he’s forced into your brain. He’s pleased to notice, from the flush on your face, that you make this connection too, without it being planted. He shifts slightly, lowering both his knees to the ground and facing you properly. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with barely contained arousal. You’re flushed and shy as you look down at him and he dares to invade your mind to see what you’re thinking. He can’t fight the twitch of his lips as he creeps into your mind, only to find you’re imagining him, just as he is now, pushing up your skirt and burying his face between your legs. He shivers, you’re thinking of this all on your own. There’s a nag at the back of his mind, telling him you don’t quite seem to want to be thinking this, but he ignores it, reaching up for your thighs. You yelp in surprise as his cold, long fingers press into the warm skin of your thighs and he pulls you forward.
“Wha- what are you doing?” you squeak, stumbling helplessly toward him. He doesn’t answer, he feels possessed, and he’s already salivating. He brushes his nose against the skin of your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt, making you gasp. You smell divine, a vague hint of your perfume, presumably stuck to the fabric of your skirt, a hint of something that he realises, with a growl, must be your arousal. You try to step away, but he grips you harder, keeping you in place. He knows you want him, even if you don’t seem to know it yourself. You whimper as he licks a stripe up your thigh, the taste is faintly salty and he groans in pleasure. He hears the old castle creak slightly, reminding him that the two of you are out in the open. He withdraws slightly. You look utterly dazed above him like you don’t understand what’s going on. You realise that he’s walking you to a cleaning cupboard nearby, and your legs just blindly follow him. You want to protest, but can’t seem to find it in you. You had been fantasising about this for years now, even if the reason for these fantasies never seemed to make sense. He brings you in, shutting the door behind you. He’s kneeling again in an instant, he almost looks crazed as he bunches up your skirt. He doesn’t even give you time to acclimate before his tongue is on you through the material of your underwear. You gasp out loudly as he tastes the small wet spot of fabric, when did you even get wet? He takes a long deep sniff, his nose nudging at your clit through the fabric. He licks at you desperately until the material is soaked through, both with his saliva and your arousal. You were shocked by just how intensely your body was reacting to all this. You let him slide down your underwear, figuring there’s no point stopping him now. You lean back against the wall as he buries his head between your legs, shaking his head slightly to get even closer, the movement making you moan softly. He’s undeniably eager, lapping and slurping at you, but it’s fairly clear he’s never done this before. This is all he’s ever wanted, and he’s determined to make the most of it, the scent and taste of you making him feel insane. He rubs you all over his face, wriggling his tongue against you, gripping the flesh of your buttocks to keep you in place. He’s mumbling against you, about how long he’s been picturing this, but you can’t quite hear him, which is probably for the best. He makes up for his lack of experience with his enthusiasm, the way he’s looking up at you like he’s desperate to please. You find yourself falling apart all over his face shockingly fast, biting your lip to stifle your whines.
“Thank you, thank you,” he mumbles over and over as he laps you all up. He pulls away and you go a little limp, sliding slightly down the wall as he stands. You barely register what’s happening as he turns you around pressing you up against the wall, your eyes widen as he pushes inside you, but by now you’re well past the point of no return, so you simply brace yourself against the wall. He humps you like a dog in heat, sloppy and fast, you’re glad he made you orgasm earlier because you don’t get the feeling you will be cumming from this. Not that it feels bad, in fact, it feels quite good, making you moan as he bullies against you. He grips your waist tight with his slender fingers. “This is perfect, everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he whimpers in your ear. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m never letting you go, you’re mine now,” you know what he’s saying is worrying, but your fucked out mind can’t quite realise the true danger of what he’s saying and what your lack of protesting is solidifying in his mind. “All mine,” he growls, his hips stuttering violently. He buries himself as deep as he can. “Fo-forever,” he groans shakily as he spills deep inside of you. He holds you there for a long time, your body limp in his arms as he pants against the back of your neck. You feel lightheaded, you can’t believe everything that’s just happened to you. He kisses your cheek, over and over, as if it's some sort of compulsion. “Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles repeatedly, the reality of everything starting to sink in for you. Maybe you should have believed the rumours about his mental instability, maybe you should have kicked him away when he first grabbed your thighs, perhaps you should be telling him right now that you’re not his, but instead, a string of words come out of your mouth, feeling like they’re only half your own.
“Can you eat me out again?”
And he happily complies, sliding back down onto his knees.
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xoxoxo
IMAGINE!
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As you caressed his cheeks ever so softly, feeling his warmth dancing through the tip of your fingers.
You hear him sigh as he slowly opens his eyes, his dark languid eyes looking straight up to yours.
'Oh what a bliss to be with such a beautiful man' you thought to yourself as you smile. Placing small circles just below his eyes with your thumb.
"Y/n" he calls you, halting you from your thoughts.
"Yes My Prince?" as your other hand slithered behind him, pulling him closer.
He sighs at your touch, "You really need to stop caling me that," as he chuckles softly. His dark and husky voice echoing through the room.
"Never." as you slowly pulled closer, your right hand still on his cheek and your right slowly caressing his waist as he did with your hips.
Kissing his soft tender lips.
Bliss indeed, this must be what it is.
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My brain running ideas right now XD
My fingers too XD
I had to... Your art IS IMMACULATE **CHEF'S KISS
I hope you don't mind aha~ 🐧
Day 22 of snapetober. The prompt is touch starved.
Tip the artist, pretty please? | Commissions are open!
CARDIGAN SHIPS CODED :P (No Wolfstar & Jegulus challenge)
Snirius:
— Vintage tee, brand new phone / High heels on cobblestones.
— When you are young, they assume you know nothing.
— Sequin smile, black lipstick / Sensual politics.
— Dancin' in your Levis / Drunk under a streetlight ....
— A friend to all is a friend to none / Chase two girls, lose the one. (This one with Prongsfoot :P)
— You drew stars, around my scars / But now I'm bleedin'.
(I swear Teeth is more Snirius-coded LMAO)
Jeverus:
Technically, it's exactly like Snirius because he and Sirius are besties so they are interchangeable for me. I don't think Severus would allow him to draw suns all over his scars anyway. 🤨
(E. T. For Jeverus though 🙏🏻)
Sevlily (Not my personal favourite though):
— When you are young, they assume you know nothing.
— Sensual Politics.
— You put me on and said I was your favourite.
— Chase two girls, lose the one. (This with Jily, or this with Snulciber except Severus loses Mulciber II. 😓)
— You drew stars around my scars.
— Leavin' like a father, runnin' like water.
— I knew you'd come back to me.
Everything feels new and unfamiliar here, I have no idea how Tumblr works and I hardly use social media. I usually just draw for myself without sharing the drawings online. Still, I've been thinking for a while about maybe starting an art blog dedicated entirely to my most favorite character of all time, Severus Snape. It's mostly sketches and small drawings, hope you like them too. Thanks for stopping by ❤️
“lost in thoughts”
somwere along 1993
Morning:
Severus :*walks into a Order Meeting and sees a mess on the table*
Severus : Albus it's far too early in the morning for something this repulsive!
Albus: Sirius, Severus wants you to go out and come back in a few hours.
The Order: *laughing*
Sirius:Man fuck yall.
I see Danny Phantom x DC and sometimes rare marvel x Danny Phantom crossover. Consider this, Danny phantom x Harry Potter but not the cliche twin/ghost king/recruiting thing or accidentally summoned.
Danny and Danielle/anyone travelling dimensions and smack dab in pre-marauders era where Danny meets the scrawny angry hissy fit Severus Snape that have not meet Lily Evans yet.
I like familial love. But i like angst too.
Imma make it everyone problem tomorrow.
So before i lost interest in this prompt i better make it quick.
So yeah. I really like sibling/familial bonding Especially if it centered around Danny.
I want Danny to act like a big brother or mentor like figure and maybe dad in a way. At the same time i want him to feel like how Jazz would feel.
Remember guys, this prompt or au or whatever you wanna called it revolved around Young Severus Snape and his interactions with people around him with the help from Danny. I would like to throw in Dani in there as well.
Where is Jazz, Sam and Tucker or others? Well tough luck buddies i killed them in a way i think???
Danny is immortal and way over 25+ years old. He just looks like 14. Danielle looks like 12 years old but well 2 years in a sense younger than Danny. Danny is not a king or heir to the Infinite Realm's throne but he still have a claim to the royal bloodline and treasure. Let just say he is the keeper of the crown and ring and will give them back when times come.
Ya know, he is sort of like the treasury guardian and keeper. He have so many artifacts in his possessions and will keep them from evils hands.
Sort of adopted by a couple of most powerful beings.
Danny is just adoptable to the ancients. Danielle's powers are not the same level as him nor her status of immortality is like him. She is around because Danny do not want to let ger go. Danny is the only thing keeping her stable physically since the ecto dejecto did not work on her anymore.
She and Danny were just exploring infinite realm and the portals. They stumbled into one of the portals and thought that hey, maybe they can stay in that dimension for a bit and learn about it for the time being. No harm in doing so right?
So, they poses as two normal human beings as best as they can.
Danny took the form of a 14 years old boy and sometimes he turn into a 20 years old young man.
Danielle likes to shapeshift into whatever age she wants. Sometimes 4 years old, sometimes 16, and sometimes 30 years old.
The first time they meet Severus was when Dani drag Danny to play in the park with her. There is a good spot for them to use their powers freely where no one can see them.
There they meet a small child there. A scrawny hurt sarcastic child with quirky characters. Both of them took an instant quick liking to him.
The kid introduces himself as Severus.
Danny (who took the form of 14 years old boy) introduce himself first and the Danielle (12 years old form).
It kinds of difficult to befriend Severus at first but hey both of them are quite stubborn head. Severus reminds them of a tiny hissy fit black kitten. Injured and alone and scared.
Danny promises Severus that both he and Dani will always have a meet up with him whenever he want.
Severus develop a bit around them. They learn about his home life through observations and both of them are furious.
Angry.
Danielle do not like it.
Both her and Danny have shitty parental figure.
And she wants to help Severus but he is defensive and keeps defending his mother. The boy will throw hissy fit if they bring up about her treatments of him.
Severus mother is neglectful and how she treats him make their stomach twisted into a knot.
The father.
Danny is glad he have not met the man because his core is screaming at him to throw the man into the nether world.
They want to bring Severus with them and live with them in the infinite realm but Severus will not survive there.
He needs to be healthy on the scale of level 30 to even be exposed to pure ectoplasm.
But Severus health level is not above level 2. There are long ways to go.
Severus learns so much from them. They tried to keep their secret on not being humans from Severus but damn that kid is too smart for his own good.
Severus decipher that they are not humans 6 months of befriending and being around them. They revealed themselves to him when he asked if they are witche and wizard.
They were quite shocked to know witches and wizards exist here.
They told him that no they are not the stick wielding maniac. They told him about being a liminal. In a total sense, Danielle is not quite a liminal. Only pure ectoplasm that able to form a body and mimic Danny's human and ghost form.
Danny however is complicated. They thought Severus might not understand 80% of what they tell him but 80% is what he understand.
They share stories.
Severus about the wizards and witches from what his mother told him while Dani and Danny about their dimension.
They thought Severus will reject them because of their status but Severus did not. His eyes shows them that he is interested in them and seeking knowledge.
Severus is a knowledge seeker.
He wants to achieve something that they did not know.
But all they know that this kid is young, good and needs help. Just like them years ago.
Severus love from potion change into love for knowlege in other aspects. He wants to see the infinite realm.
He wants to know more. He can't tell mother or anyone about them. He knows why because his friends have explained everything to him.
He intends to keep his promise.
Danny eventually get a house in that dimension. A real big house but not that large to stand out as mansion. Just large enough to fit 5 people to live in it. The house is a bit isolated from housing areas.
He did not buy it.
He brought the house from his own dimension.
Hey. If his dad can pull a pulling entire house into another dimension then it means he can.
Severus finally lives with them after knowing them for 3 years.
Severus mother is the one who asked for Severus to live with them. They accepted rhe proposal without a second thought. They said they still have rooms for her too if she wants to live with them.
She said she can't.
She love Tobias.
And she said they are still kids.
How wrong she is.
Severus do not want to leave his mother alone but his mother is the one who break the contact with him. She is rather rough with it. A bit harsh.
He was heartbroken by it.
It took a while for Severus to move on and get used to being treated as a child and being loved.
He is rather snappish at them and sometimes Dani will get snappish too. She is a teenager too in a sense and entering her angst stage in Danny's definition.
Danny is the one that keep them together and calm.
He took the role of a parent that both children needs. He took the role of what Jazz used to do for him.
He does have a job. Well. Multiple sometimes. He earns more that they needed for basics and still have time for them.
His patience with them seems infinite.
Severus sometimes get snappish and cry when he and Danielle fought. The latter cries too. Danny only needs to put both his hands on each cheeks of children and cupping them tenderly while wiping their tears to make them calm down.
It took a whole 3 years for Severus to finally accept being treated right but he still is not used to it.
He is 10 years old by then. He usually stays in home or play in the house ground outside with Danielle and sometimes Danny. Danny had enrolled him in different school so he did not meet Lily Evans.
Severus passion for potions turn into a hobby. He rather likes inventing. He applied potions, alchemy, runes and many things for an invention.
Danny and Danielle tries to teach him as best as they could. Danielle is more of a traveller and she sometimes visited he and Danny for a few days in a month. She said she wants to discover this world more now knowing that is have wizarding world.
Danny is the one that stays around because Danny needs and wants to. He wants to protect Severus and always worry for Danielle everytime she decided to visit and explore a place.
Severus is alright with it. Sometimes all of them goes exploring with her too.
Danny likes spoiling him with gifts. Dani on the other hand is more of an affectionate person.
When the letter comes, all of them are prepared for it.
McGonagall did visit them to show and tell them about what they needed to know. He is oblivious to the wrongness in the house. Severus is rather nervous that she will discover their secret. But its okay she did not notice the floating glowing toaster behind her. Or that glowing mirror. And that portal in the corner.
McGonagall assumes Danny and Dani are muggles. Severus snorted hearing it getting a questioning look from her. He quickly find an excuse and hide it.
When she leaves their house, all of them smirk.
The wizarding world do not know what is coming for them.
And yes, you may think Severus is all about rules but nahh..
He is a chaotic head too.
He does not need Dani or Danny to corrupt him.
I see Danny Phantom x DC and sometimes rare marvel x Danny Phantom crossover. Consider this, Danny phantom x Harry Potter but not the cliche twin/ghost king/recruiting thing or accidentally summoned.
Danny and Danielle/anyone travelling dimensions and smack dab in pre-marauders era where Danny meets the scrawny angry hissy fit Severus Snape that have not meet Lily Evans yet.
I like familial love. But i like angst too.
Imma make it everyone problem tomorrow.
Quick Snape Headcannon:
I Believe Young Snape 100% knew how to solve a Rubix cube in his youth, and he can still do it as a professor.
( Let’s pretend Rubix cubes were in Britain around this time. )
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To expand on my previous Snape rubix cube headcannon:
Like, imagine using a Rubix cube during potions class at Hogwarts and all of the sudden, Snape snatches the unsolved Rubix out of your hand. “Detention (Your Name), my office.”
And so, you walk into Snape’s office, and sit down in a chair, prepared to write lines, and boom, Snape slams your Rubix cube on the desk, and it’s solved. I totally imagine him making you stay for detention until you solve the Rubix cube a certain amount of times.
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This is absolutely awesome! I love seeing fan art of my headcannon!
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Quick Snape Headcannon:
I Believe Young Snape 100% knew how to solve a Rubix cube in his youth, and he can still do it as a professor.
( Let’s pretend Rubix cubes were in Britain around this time. )
Quick Severus Snape Headcannon:
Despite what others believe, Severus Snape and Lily Evans passed notes to eachother in class (if they were done with their classwork) and sometimes in the library when they studied.
Severus kept all of the folded notes in a little wooden box and re-read them later on.
After a long, tiring day of teaching dunderhead students, Professor Snape goes into his office and opens up the locked desk drawer with the little wooden box in it. Once in a blue moon, the shadow of a smile crosses the grumpy professors face while he looks at the contents of the box.
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I’m in the car rn and thinking and an idea came to mind:
Young Snape on the Hogwarts train for the first time and realizing he gets motion sick.
Imagine a young Severus very excited up for his first year at Hogwarts, he has a little skip in his step as he finds a compartment for him and Lily to sit in.
The train begins to move, pulling out of the station. Severus is fine for about four minutes, until he realizes his head is spinning and he feels a weird feeling crawl up his throat. Severus grips his clothes rather tightly as he breathes heavily out of his mouth.
Severus begins to silently freak, thinking he got some sort of food poisoning by a hotdog that he got back at the Muggle Shops around Kings Cross Station.
By the time Lily looks at him and realizes something is up, the trolley lady opens their compartment door.
The sweet trolley woman spots the little black haired boy breathing heavily and pieces it together that he is motion sick.
The lady hands him a small bright blue taffy from her pocket and makes him eat it. The taffy tastes tangy and salty, yet Severus still chews it and swallows it, his motion sickness beginning to go away.
Severus quietly uttered a ‘thank you’ to the woman as Lily bought treats from the woman’s cart.
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I LOVE HOW MY HEADCANNON EVOLVED!! THIS IS GORGEOUS, STUNNING AND FULL OF SEROTONIN!!
that one about cube!!