#snotter

[gaystergangster]

Whenever I have Marauders x Slytherin!reader on my feed, I just pretend the reader is Severus for shits and giggles and get my daily Jeverus consumption energy 🤗

[camisadoes]

happy valentine’s day, here’s snape and james potter engaging in a passionate embrace

this art symbolizes my hope for peace and unity between marauders and snape fandoms 😊

[multimoogy]

Severus with grief and madness tries to resurrect Lily by preforming a ritual over where she and James are buried but for some reason it doesn’t take to her, Severus leaves distraught and his sanity slowly coming back to him to only hear the next morning about how the Potters grave had been dug up so he goes to check and sure enough there’s only one casket in the ground closed and one that’s literally BROKEN open. He then tried to search the era looking for Lily to only come across a Frankenstein zombie wendigo esc James fucking potter who is hardly cognitive. The story then takes full place as Severus hides the fact that he 1. Managed to be the first person in wizarding history to successfully reanimate a body and 2. Has James fucking Potter in his house, along with trying to get James to remember who he is. Slowly James comes back to being himself but not to a full completion, being able to only speak in few words, and apologizes for going too far sometimes with bullying Severus and Severus shrugging it off, joking even that James would never say that. Slowly they find comfort in each other and develop a relationship where they are both bonded over the loss of a loved one, being seen as a monster by the world, and only being able to be themselves in each others company.

Lupin and Sirius side quest during all of this trying to find out who tf stole James Potters body and then finding out Severus has him and then trying to get Severus in trouble for resurrection AND use James to confirm Sirius did and fact not kill him and his wife.

The ending being a conflated amount of emotions of grief, figuring out of James should be kept alive or be killed (again), and the loss of not only your friends due to death, but due to betrayal (Peter).

I just love black magic Snape and making the marauders infight and turn against each other.

Bonus: James plowing Severus during hate sex telling how Lily could never give Severus pleasure like this and Severus clapping back with “Lily could never give you life like this.” Covered in dirt and mud from rain or something idk. Talk amongst yourselves.

[kayessbeebeebeee]

[picklesonjupiter]

If Lily and James are perfect for each other because of their patronus, then James and Snape are perfect for each other too.

[strangerdcd]

Which one is the best ship name for James Potter x Severus Snape?

PrinceProngs

Snames

Jeverus

Snotter

Something else (Tell us pls)

Voting ended onJun 6, 2023

[theresthesnitch]

Dedicated to @mppmaraudergirl who brought us the gift that is Snotter.

If you don’t know what Snotter is… well, enjoy, I guess.

Pinch the ribbon. Twist it into a bow. Add a sprig of holly. Perfect

James picked up the box, perfectly prepared, hoping that his favorite Slytherin would appreciate the red and green wrapping paper with the gold and silver bows. Was it a bit over the top? Perhaps. It was a lot of decoration for one little present, but the way it combined their essences into one twiddly little package.

“Prongs, who is that for?”

James only spared a glance over his shoulder for his best friend and caught the puzzled look of his brow. He ignored it. It didn’t matter today. Today, he would declare his feelings for his one true love.

“Nevermind that, Padfoot. It’s a gift for someone special.”

“Must be. You put a lot of work into it.” Sirius walked up next to him, fingering one of the loops of the bow. “Is it for Evans then? Is this your new plan to win her over?”

James scoffed. “Evans? Evans who? No. This is for someone much more special.”

Without a backward glance, James walked down the staircase of the Gryffindor boy’s tower, out the portrait hole, and down seven flights of stairs until he reached the dungeons. Sirius trailed behind him the whole way, peppering James with questions about the present and the recipient. James offered no further information.

When they arrived at the portrait to the Slytherin dorms, James held up his hand, but hesitated before he knocked. He glanced back at Sirius, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed over his chest. It didn’t matter. James had to do it.

He knocked.

Fear flooded through him. Hopefully he would come to the door himself. How could James possibly utter the name to someone else if he didn’t open the door? His heart was beating a staccato rhythm against his ribs, and he was about to turn around and run when the portrait swung open and revealed…

“What do you want, Potter?” The sneer on his face, half shielded by greasy locks hanging across his face, left James feeling all a flutter. “Or did you get lost and wind up in the dungeons?”

“I was looking for you, actually.” The choked noise behind him nearly matched the uncertain look on the face of the boy in front of him. “Happy Christmas, Snivellus.”

“You—” the other boy stuttered out a few words then cleared his throat. “You got me a present? For me?”

James felt himself blush slightly. “Yes, for you, silly. Open it.”

Snape accepted the package carefully, then held it away from him. “Is it going to explode?”

James’s face fell. Was his sincerity not obvious? “No, Sniv. It’s just a gift.”

Snape carefully removed the gold and silver ribbons, ripped through the red and green paper, and pulled the lid off the box. He stared down into it for a long, quiet moment. When he looked up, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and James knew he understood the importance of the gift. “You—you got this for me?”

“Of course I did. You needed it, right?” James shrugged a shoulder. “I thought, after what I did, you might want it. And an apology.”

Snape reached in the box and held up the pair of pristine, white briefs. “There’s no apology necessary. It’s the story of how we got together, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

James’s face lit up (and he ignored the gasp of horror behind him). “Really? You want to be with me too?”

“Of course, you prick. Now give me a kiss.”

Snape closed his eyes and pursed his lips. James took a step forward, pursing his lips to match, and leaned forward. He let his eyes slide closed just a moment before their lips met—

James woke with a jerk, back in his bed in Gryffindor tower. He didn’t realize he had screamed until Sirius opened the curtain of his bed with his wand drawn. “You alright, Prongs? What’s going on?”

James ran a hand across his head, wiping away the sweat that had gathered in his panic. “I’m fine, Padfoot. Just a terrible nightmare.”

Sirius looked at him in concern. “Want to talk about it?”

“NO!” James shook his head violently. “No, definitely not. I’ll be fine. I’m—uh—I’m just going to shower.”

“Alright, mate. I’ll be in my bed if you need anything.”

James let the scalding hot water run over him, hoping to burn the memory of the dream out.

[thejilyship]

@thesnottership is looking mighty tempting right now #sneezekink

@the-dream-team @abby10fanfic I think I've converted another one

#snotter4lyfe