#no he wasnt punched in the eyes they are just like that (insomnia)

[lilithofpenandbook]

Guess who managed to get themself together to draw something!

Snapetober 2024- Warmth

You can only go so many years in a place and still care about how you look when you do a thing. Severus Snape was no exception. After countless Quidditch matches in the freezing cold, he decided that if he truly must be present to watch his Slytherins wage war on broomsticks, he was going to at least be comfortable when doing it, hang how he looked!

And so he took a blanket from Minerva McGonagall's room. The very red, very nice Gryffindor blanket. Her favourite blanket. And it was a very nice warm blanket too.

Of course, she was absolutely going to murder him for that, but it was worth it to stay nice and warm during the match that took entirely too long.

[threethousandfans]

I would do anything in my power

After New York, Natasha has issues with sleep and her and clint talk about their future.

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Their lives had turned upside down since the new york events. Tony had offered all of the avengers an apartment in stark towers and natasha and clint were no different. They shared a lavish apartment with a shared living room, kitchen and bathroom. But each had thier own spacious bedroom with a humongous kingsize bed.

Not that this mattered to Natasha. She rarely managed to get sleep. Her mind was always too awake and ready to jump into action when clint became possessed again. Of course Loki was gone and clint was perfectly fine, but that didnt stop her restlessness. So she spent most nights pressed up against the floor-to-ceiling windows of their shared apartment, watching new york being rebuilt.

She often found her mind wandering to the events of the last couple of months. She had felt so lost when clint was taken away from her that she was almost unable to do anything, useless during the time when new york needed her the most. Natasha had been trained not to feel emotions. She was condtioned to be a mindless drone. A killing machine. She had snapped necks with her bare hands. She had stuck a dagger in some guys chest and watched the light drain out of his eyes. So why couldnt she deal with it when her mission partner were brainwashed?

It was maybe the fourth night since the new york disaster, natasha was sat at her window watching taxis drive past on the street below, when she heard a noise. It could only be described as the ruffle of fabric. She reached for the knife that she always kept in her belt.... except she wasnt wearing a belt. She was wearing an oversized ACDC t shirt that she borrowed from Clint, and nothing else. She mentally cursed herself. Natasha rose into a crouch and poised herself ready to attack.

All that was going through her head were thoughts that clint might be in danger of being abducted again. This just justified her insomnia and her paranoia. Natasha stood up, spun on the ball of her feet and threw her fist forward. It connected with something firm with a thud, and a "what the hell." at that moment, natasha realised that It was clint that was stood before her. His eyes were the usual storm grey color and, curiously, he held a woolen blanket. "I thought you mind need this." He said after she had apologised.

Clint had feelings for natasha, except he had never told her. He liked her spark, he liked how she surprised him every day without fail. They had always had a special bond that could only have been formed through stake-outs, sharing a hotel room and generally annoying the crap out of each other. Clint always had her back. He was always in the rafters, with his bow ready, just waiting for someone to glance at Nat the wrong way. He knew perfectly well she could deal with missions alone. But they both agreed, they liked him being her cover. However, clints experience with being around tasha meant he could always tell when something was bothering her. "Whats wrong Nat?" He said gently.

She really couldnt find the words to explain how she felt. The lack of sleep and the tidal wave of emotions caught up on her as she sank on the floor and sat crossed legged, facing the window. "Im fine." She muttered. Clint opened up the blanket and draped it around her shoulders and then sat next to her on the floor.

They paused for a moment, watching the three am hubub of new york, the city that never sleeps. "What do we do now?" Asked Clint. He didnt blame natasha for not being able to verbalise her feelings. He knew that she couldnt help how she was programmed. But most of all he knew that her emotions were what frustrated natasha the most. He had witnessed many tantums, wall punches and knives stuck in doors during their partnership.

"Well i cant stay here forever. I already feel like sinking a throwing knife between starks eyes." Clint laughed and natasha smiled slightly. "I think im gonna get a new apartment. Start over again".

"You could always come live with me. On ranch." It slipped out. He didnt mean it. Clint always dreamnt of a future where him and natasha lived on his ranch. Retired just as they turned 30. Kids. A dog called lucky. A perfect life. Natasha would be the most incredible wife. The chances of her sharing that dream was incredibly slim. She couldnt settle. She always had to do something. Clint was ready for her to shoot him down. Maybe she would ignore him completley and they could forget about it.

Instead, she set her head on his shoulder and sighed. He was wearing a snuggly grey robe that was soft against her face. Her heart was telling her exactly how it felt. Her head was telling her not to say a word. Instead natasha stared at their reflection in the glass. Clint wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulder. One of the best things about their relationship, natasha thought, was the way clint always listened to her. No matter how jumbled her words were.

"I dont think im the type of person to settle down."

"Dont you have dreams of the future?", clint asked.

"I dont know. Im scared of the future. All i want is the right person to live out the rest of my life with." She closed her eyes, they were starting to feel heavy. Clint smelt nice, it always relaxed her. "I lost you for a few days. That was the scariest thing thats ever happened to me, because i rely on you so much. Youre the only person i can open up to. What happens if i open up to someone new and i loose them?"

"You know, if they loved you, theyd do anything in their power to protect you?" He buried his nose into her hair. There was a small flutter in his tummy, just from being so close to Nat.

"I want a proper house. Not a flat. Somewhere in the suburbs." She muttered.

"A nice big kitchen that you can mess up." She laughter and elbowed him in the ribs. Clint responded by digging his fingers into her sides. Natasha squealed and fell into his lap.

They stayed for a minute, natasha looking up into clints eyes. Her eyes were the most amazing green. Like the meadow at the back of his ranch. She didnt make an attempt to move, she just adjusted her blanket. "I want a huge garden."

"Not gonna lie. My ranch is in the middle of a field Nat.". She giggled. The black widow didnt giggle.

"Who said we were moving in together?" She exclaimed. "If we were to live together, you can cook." She laughed.

Clint grinned, ignoring the bubbles in his chest. "Fine. But you can watch the kids."

"Fine. I want one girl and two boys." She said definitivley.

Clint was surprised shed even thought about it. "And a dog. Called lucky."

"And a dog called lucky." Repeated natasha. Something in her head slotted into place. Why was she so worried about settling down when she had everything she wanted right here.

"Also the sex would be amazing." He said with a smug grin. She sat up and punched him in the chest, laughing. Natasha definatley thought that clints muscular body was a perk of the job. She had never considered anything sexual happening between them. But now that she thought about it.... natasha smirked.

Clint didnt know where to go next. Did he just leave it or did he propose on the spot. He did what he always does in these situations. He tries to make a joke out of it. "Honestly. With my expertise. Itll be great. All youll have to do is lay there and look incredible."

Natasha giggled "why are you making me think about having sex with you?!" She blushed beet red. "It would be great, though."

Clint pulled natasha onto his lap. She lost the blanket and her tshirt rose up and revealed even more of her thighs. She tried not to think about how she wasnt wearing any underwear. Natasha buried her head into the crook of clints neck.

They stayed there in silence, no sound but the horns honking on the street below. Clint finally had Natasha in his arms. Natasha finally felt like she had a clear head. "Nat?" He whispered. She looked up and he pressed his lips to hers. Natasha found something she never thought she needed.

As the kiss intensified, clint began to stroke her thighs. Natasha wound her fingers into his blond hair. They broke apart gasping and flushed.

They rested thier foreheads together. "I love you clint. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Honestly, clint couldve cried.

"I love you too. I promise that ill do anything in my power to protect you."