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power-of-plot · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I have a hcs for Itachi, Kakashi react to their s/o who likes and always manages to surprise them with kisses or hugs? (=`ω´=) *throws flowers at you* Always love your writings so much❤

I... *sneezes cuz i got bad allergies* i'm so glad you enjoy it thank youu!! And thanks for all the reqs :3

Warnings: None.

Gn! reader

I T A C H I

Itachi's reaction time is almost inhumane, his skill to catch small details of his surroundings is astonishing, all of his abilities are beyond prodigious, he'd know when someone is coming at him from any direction with the slightest noise and a few close looks. To surprise him is something that gains his respect inmediately, this would boost his respect for you inmediately.

For his dismay, he doesn't have any particular good memories of people coming up at him out of the blue specially if they wrap their arms around him, at least the first time he'd flinch and almost use his combat skills before he notices it's just you. At the recessess of his mind each and every scorching memory of ambushes and people who approached him with malicious intentions ever since he was a kid still burn vividly.

After he notices it’s his significant other his shoulders untense and a soft smile forms in his lips, Itachi is someone very calm, if he’s getting literally nuked with kisses he’d close his eyes shut and wait for you to finish just so he can press a single tender kiss on your forehead.

His hugs are soft but long, he doesn’t use a big amount of pressure but does hold you as close as possible resting his head against you, his hand would slowly slide to the back of your head to caress your hair, as someone who isn’t very touchy this are of those brief times anyone could tell how much he cares about his lover. If you are shorter than him he bends down on your level and rests his head on the crook of your neck (uwu)

When he’s getting hugged from behind he’d lightly turn around to kiss you. Now, this isn’t a quick peck, it’s a gentle passionate kiss, he places both hands on your cheeks and leans in pressing his forehead against yours, Itachi gives me a good kisser vibe despite the little interaction he’s had with people besides Akatsuki, i feel like he just knows what to do.

Talking about surprise hugs, if he isn’t cooking some fried eggs or doing any chore that requires both arms he’d carry his s/o on his back just because, he likes to do it. If you wanted to he’d even carry you on his shoulders, hopefully you’re not too tall and crash with a cupboard or the ceilling- or a branch, because he often trains at the forest.

Idk why i wrote this but i had to .He might choke if you surprise him while he’s drinking water, ever since he was small it has happened, don’t believe me? He choked the moment he felt Shisui playing with his ponytail out of the blue and he was right next to him-. Give that poor thing some patpats on his back.

K A K A S H I

Kakashi way of behaving seems very nonchalant but, as a public pervert and reader of Icha Icha novels, he’s always aware of his surroundings, somewhat. He’s easier to surprise than Itachi that’s for sure, his vision focuses mainly on what’s ahead to keep himself from bumping into anything or anyone, you would usually surprise him from behind.

Don’t jump to him, seriously! the impact would probably push his book out of his hands into the ground, he’d struggle to find what page he was in later. There are several dont’s with surprising him and the main one is doing it on public, depends on what you do but if no one’s around he might slide his mask down and kiss you, this man is a good and experienced kisser you can’t change my mind!

To be honest he wouldn’t flinch or even consider attacking as long as he’s inside Konoha or in a crowded place, he’d probably think you’re Gai once again asking for a duel.

When you’re showering him with kisses the single eye he shows closes shut in a cheerful way, he somehow expresses more emotion with one single eye than some with their entire face, if you’re in public he spins you around and kiss you temples through his mask. In private he goes slower, he hold you up with your legs around his waist, mask off and long passionate kiss.

His hugs are often “stronger” but shorter, here’s why: he would hold you up so your arms over his shoulders around his neck, one of his arm is holding your weight and the other is on your back, he’s muscular but not a god sooner or later his arm grows tired, he tries to last as long as he can though! Wrap your legs around his waist and problem solved. Pretty obvious he keeps this in private.

It doesn’t matter what direction you’re hugging/kissing him from, he reciprocates, hug him from behind while he’s busy and he’ll move his arm to an awkward angle to hug you, manage to kiss him from above and you get an inverse spiderman kiss!

Requests are open! BrUh i'm seriously considering to write a drabble about that kiss with Kakashi... thanks for reading :].

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josiecarioca · 4 years ago

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“Family...the real one.”

Summary: Emmet “Fin” Finnerty has found the love of his life in Doug Cleary. The next logical step is introducing him to his family...The real one.

Because “family” are those who take you in, when the ones who should love and protect you, fail.

Disclaimer: Fin and Doug are secondary characters of “Post War”, so while thechnically this story happens in the “Harry Potter” universe, it is not a fanfic as much as it is an original story, hence why it’s a tumblr publication alone. Evelyn is in this, but there will be no Snape, no magic and nothing of what my readers are used to see in my stories. I hope you still like it.

Warning: contains domestic violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs and emotions

Tagging, as usual: @arabellafiggypudding @the-witches-son @hummingbird-flying-in-the-rain @artisticreptilequeen @viper-official @be-zoar @violet-knox @mafagafobebum @marvelschriss @codename-thedoctor @zealouspickleeggdragon @green-oasis @drawnfromthedead @snapescapades @madshelily @serosvit @snapecentric @hbprincealice @hayalee8 @lilythemadqueen @paracosim @oliverlandomens @sleepysnapesnake

“Family...the real one”

Dublin, Ireland

June 1998

“Full disclosure?” Fin was rambling. He knew he was. He usually did when he was nervous. Doug surely knew that by now. He even claimed he found it “adorable”. Only Doug could say something like that.

Three months. Three months and he was ready to make this official. He knew Doug felt the same. Unlike Fin, he had no problem showing his feeling, shouting them from the rooftops even. That didn't come so easy for Fin. It never did. But now, now he could do just that. Shout it from the rooftops. Make it official. And making it official started here. Introducing him to Lyn. It was a big step.

“Go ahead” Doug smiled, gazing at him with bright blue eyes full of endless patience.

Three months. Three months and Fin was starting to feel like this was it. He had found what he looked for in that handsome, sweet 6'ft tall dork of a man.

“You´re the first boyfriend I introduce to Evelyn since...God, I don't know...1995?”

“And why is that?” Doug asked, somewhat amused. After all, how much of a big deal could this possibly be? Sure, he was about to introduce his new boyfriend to his best friend, obviouly it was important, but how could he begin to explain it wasn´t just that simple?

“You know how it was...back then, I mean. I wasn't really being safe, and Lyn was just so worried about me and I never really thought she would approve of … Nevermind, now it's different. I want you to meet her. It's important.”

Fin looked around. He had picked a good place. The restaurant was nice enough that it felt like an occasion, but casual enough that it didn't seem like he was making a big fuss of it. But he was. It was a big deal. Fin wasn't the 'dating' type. But Doug was not like anybody he met before. Doug has this sort of tranquil aura about him, this kindness in his words and actions, such love in his eyes. Doug made him feel like he could just rest, breathe easy. This time he knew it was different. It just felt different. It felt like it could last.

Doug reached over the table to hold his hand, reassuringly.

“Her opinion means a lot to you, no?”

“Well, yes...this is my family we´re talking about. The real one, you know?”

Doug had been lucky. His parents loved him unconditionally, as parents should. He wasn´t kicked out of the house when he came out, he wasn´t told his entire being, his entire identity was an abomination before God. He wasn't made believe that no matter how good he was, how much of a good Christian he was, he would still go to hell for something he couldn't change. No, his parents loved him, protected him. Fin had also been lucky, but in a different, more complicated way. The family that loved and protected him wasn´t the one he was born into. It was Evelyn's.

“So, you told me you've known each other since you were kids...but, you never really said much more than that...”

That's right, Fin thought. He'd never told him. Not everything. He had to.

“I was friends with her brother growing up...Paul. We went to school together.”

There it was, that bittersweet ache in his heart. He hadn't felt it in a while

“I daresay I had a bit of a crush on him. Sometimes I wonder if he felt the same. But I guess I'll never know.”

“Why not?”

“Paul passed away. There was a fire in their house when he was just eleven. Lyn was there too. Their father pulled her out in time because she was closer to the door, but when he got to Paul it was too late. It happened too fast. ”

“I'm so sorry” Doug seemed stunned out of words. “I didn't know.”

“I didn't tell you. I should have. Specially today....we still have some time before she gets here, so....I think if we're serious about this, then you should meet Evelyn and her family...my family. That's why this is important to me. That you meet her and that you meet them.”

“Ok...So tell me. Tell me about your family, Fin.”

“I guess I should start from the beginning, then...Paul and I, we went to the same school. Catholic school...fun times.” he scoffed “Lyn was just a yar younger than us, and she went to an all girls school. Their father, Mr. Black was the headmaster, there. Paul took her everywhere with us when we weren't at school. Nothing could separate those two...Well, then...Paul passed away, and I was devastated, but her? I don't think there was a word in the entire dictionary that could have described how she was feeling, the poor girl. So I started going there to visit. They were all in such pain that I think Mr. Black let me spend as much time in their house as I wanted because he hoped it would help her. As it turns out it helped me. Being around her was a little like being with him. She looked so much like Paul it was eerie, nearly identical. I swear, if you could have seen them together, you'd swear they were twins. She was different though. Paul was like a hurricane in a boy's body. Lyn was much gentler. Anyway, the years went on and she just became...my sister, in a way. More than my own sister, to be honest. I'm pretty sure my parents expected us to date or something, but she knew, she was the first person I told. So she just came to my house, and smiled and nodded when my mother went on babbling about how we were perfect for each other and whatever nonsense. Then it happened...”

…

Doolin, Ireland

June, 1977

“What do you think?” Evelyn twirled, wrapped in meters of flowy, flowery fabric. The sun that came through the curtains filtered though the fabric, colouring the room.

“What am I looking at?” Emmet put down his magazine and watched her, trying to picture what she planned to do with the material she was showing him.

“My new dress, Fin!” she smiled, calling him by the nickname Paul had come up with years ago. Fin for 'Finnerty'. After Paul died, it was just the two of them. Fin and Lyn. “For my birthday. Since I'll be 15, mam said I can have it however I want.”

“Your birthday is in September!”

“It takes time to make a dress, and my grandma is going to have her hands full with Halloween costumes soon, so she's going to make my dress now. I want it long, with a bodice and medieval sleeves. Like Stevie Nicks in that magazine my dad brought from Dublin. He brought me the new Fleetwood Mac record too, here put it on.”

She set the fabric aside and fished the long play from the big canvas bag she had brought.

Whenever Lyn came over she always brought that huge bag, filled with clothes, magazines, records and books. She knew Fin couldn´t have any of that stuff at home. His mother didn't allow him to wear anything more colorful than a blue dress shirt for sunday mass, and his father was the one who decided which records, books or magazines were allowed in the house. Which meant no fashion or entertainment mags, no rock or pop music, and no books that seemed “suspicious”, which was pretty much anything that wasn't a school textbook. If not for Evelyn's father Emmet wouldn't even have read Oscar Wilde.

She handed him the record and he put it on, in the old record player Evelyn had snuck in for his last birthday. Her mother had got a new one, so she let Fin have the old 1967 Magnavox. His parents had no idea he had that thing in the bedroom, so he had to keep the volume low enough that his parents wouldn't hear it downstairs, or that they'd just think he had the radio on.

“We should ask my dad to take us next time he goes to Dublin. He promised me new shoes for my birthday. Red leather ones. With heels, I'm old enough for heels now. They only have those in Dublin.” Evelyn suggested, as both of them lay on the floor, staring at the reflection of the sun on the ceilling.

“You know my parents won't let me go.”

“They will if my dad is taking us. Or even better, if mam comes too. Your mother goes to church with her, of course she's going to let you go if she's with us. She's better to shop with anyway.”

“Maybe.” he trailed, knowing it wouldn't happen.

“We can buy some things for Halloween costumes. You should ask my grandma to make you one as well.Ooh, you know what? We can go as John Steed and Emma Peel! All you'll need is a suit, an umbrella and a hat, and grandma Liz can make me a jumpsuit. That purple one, with the chains! Or you want do do something spooky?”

“We´re not kids, anymore, Lyn.” he laughed

“And?”

“You really want to dress up for Halloween? We´re too old for that.”

“My grandparents still dress up for Halloween.” she scoffed

“It's different.”

“How?”

“They're...old-old. When you get to be their age you can do whatever you want.”

“They're not that old. I mean, if you...”

Evelyn's sentence was cut short by loud banging on the door. Emmet scrambled to his feet to turn off the music and toss a blanket over the record player. His father never banged on his door more than twice before yanking it open without waiting for an answer.

“You, downstairs now.” he barked at Emmet, before turning to Evelyn “And you can go back home, young lady. I need to talk to my son”

Emmet felt his stomach drop. His father never bothered to 'talk' to him, unless he was in trouble.

Evelyn picked up her things in a hurry and shoved it all back inside her bag, glancing over her shoulder at him all the while. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

“Now!” his father thundered from the stairs.

Emmet was frozen in place.

“Emmet is just helping me with my things, Mr. Finnerty. We'll be right there.” Evelyn answered, her voice slightly breaking.

“Come on...” she told him, holding his arm. “I'll go with you.”

“You have to go home.” he finally found his voice and his feet moved.

Emmet felt her hand grab his as they climbed down the stairs. His father was walking around the livingroom in circles, while his mother was talking to somebody. He heard her apologizing profusely. Then he realized why. She was talking to Connor Walsh's mother. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Mrs Walsh shot him a disgusted look on her way out.

“Evelyn, dear, you can go now.” Mrs. Finnerty said, and Emmet noticed she had a piece of paper in her shaky hands. He knew that piece of paper. He looked at Evelyn, feeling like the world was a minute away from crashing down onto his head. She looked back at him, knowingly. He had told her about Connor...about the letter. She knew. He felt her hand squeeze his again.

“I won't.” she whispered.

Emmet didn't want her to go. But he also didn't want her to stay. He didn't want her to see what he knew was about to happen.

Neither of them had the time to say anything else. His father snatched the letter from his mother's hand and grabbed Emmet by the collar, nearly shoving the paper into his face.

“Did you write this?” he roared

Emmet couldn't find his voice. He felt warm tears swelling in his eyes. He could hear his mother's voice, asking his father to let him go and telling Evelyn to just go already.

“Did you write this drivel, lad?! Answer!” his father insisted, pushing the letter into his chest.

“Answer, Emmet!” his mother was crying “This is just a prank isn't it?”

It was over.

There was no point in lying, he had the letter right there. His mother might try to lie to herself, to convince him it was nothing, but it was there, plain for anyone to see it. They read it. They knew. He was sure they had already heard the rumors, the talk, the othe boys calling him this and that.

They knew it. They couldn´t pretend they didn't

“I did.” he barely whispered.

Next thing he knew he felt his body hit the wall in full force. It didn't even hurt. It didn´t feel real.

Evelyn screamed and, from the corner of his eye, he saw her run to him. His father stepped in front of her.

“You get out of my house now, before I drag you home to your father, so he can teach you to mind your own business, lass.”

“Fin, I'll be right back!” she cried, running out the front door.

“What the devil were you thinking writing this?!” his father pulled him to his feet by his shirt.

“Stephen, let the lad go. This was just a game, just stupid prank. Tell him, Emmet, tell him this isn't serious.”

This was it.

They knew it.

They read it.

There was no turning back now.

“I did it, mam. I did it, I wrote it. It wasn't a prank, I really wrote it.”

“You hear it, Edith?! Your son can't even have the decency to be ashamed!”

“Why?! Why would you do something like this?!”

“You know why!” Emmet nearly screamed, overwhelmed, dizzy “You read it, didn't you? You know why! Iwrote it because I love him!”

His parents stared at him as if they were looking at something alien, something they couldn´t comprehend.

“Mam...dad...” he felt the tears run down his cheeks, burning. But he refused to cry, to sob. He wouldn't do that. “I'm gay.”

Emmet had expected his father to hit him.

What he didn't expect was for his mother to slap him.

But she did. She slapped him hard across the face and left the room. Like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.

Anything after that didn't hurt. He didn't even feel it.

It was as if he had left his body. He could vaguely discern some broken words, something about “bringing filth into his house”, “shame” and “hell”...he could see the blows coming, and his body acted on instinct, raising his arms to protect his head, his face. But he didn't feel it. He didn't feel any of it. He just cowered on the corner and closed his eyes, praying it would be over soon. Praying he would get tired eventually. Before he hurt him too bad. Before...

“Stephen, what the devil are you doing?!” Emmet knew that voice, that deep voice filling the air around them like thunder. “Have you lost your mind?!”

The blows stopped and he opened his eyes.

Mr. Black was standing right there, with both his arms around his father, draging him away.

“Let me go, Marius!” his father shouted, like a man possessed, while Mr. Black kept holding him back.

“Leave the boy alone, Stephen! You're trying to kill him?”

Emmet tried to get up but he was too dizzy.

“Fin, are you ok?” Evelyn was kneeling next to him, frantically pushing his hair away form his face.

“You called your dad?” he was terrified.

“Of course I did!” she helped him up.

He heard a loud thump and looked up. Mr. Black had flung his father onto the armchair, and was now standing, looming over him. He looked taller than Emmet remembered him, much taller. And his father, sitting on the chair looked so small by comparison.

“Enough!” Mr. Black boomed, and Emmet could had sworn the ground under his feet trembled.

“You don't get it, Marius! You don't know what this...what this boy did!”

“Whatever it was, it doesn't justify this!” Mr. Black took off his thick rimmed glasses and pinched the brigde of his nose, in evident frustration.

His father got back to his feet, standing right in front of Mr. Black and he still looked small.

“This none of your business!”

“You made it my business when you sent my daughter back home in tears, scared out of her wits that you were going to kill her friend!”

“Then take your daughter back home and let ME handle what happen in MY house!” He pushed past Mr. Black and barrelled towards Emmet.

Mr. Black tried to hold him back, but he took a swing at him. Emmet and Evelyn both screamed, but Mr. Black managed to dodge it. He reached for his father again, shoving him so he'd back off.

“Linnie, get Emmet out of here!” Mr. Black told his daughter, and Lyn tried to pull him by his arm, but Emmet couldn't move.

“Stephen, for the love of God, stop! You'll regret this!”Mr. Black pleaded, stepping between Emmet and his father.

“What do you know, Marius?! You don't have a fecking faggot living under your roof! Count your blessings, Marius, because I rather have a dead son than this!”

For a second, a long, agonising second, time seemed to stand still. Emmet could see it on his father's face that he had regretted those words the moment they left his mouth. Not because of what they meant to Emmet. No, he knew his father meant every bit of that. But because he knew, of all the things he could have said to Mr. Black, that was the wrong one.

Emmet had known Mr. Black his entire life. He never saw him raise his voice, he had never seen him angry. He was a gentle man. A man who took them birdwatching on weekends, who bought them magazines and records whenever he went to Ennis or Dublin, who told them about his favorite poets and painters. Emmet didn't think he was physically capable of being anything other than gentle and kind.

But in that moment, he changed.

Emmet never thougth he'd see Mr. Black punch somebody. But he did it. A single punch, right to the side of his father face, so strong, so sudden, he fell to the floor like rotten fruit falls from a tree.

“Never” he growled in a voice that didn't sound like his voice at all “you hear me, NEVER talk about my son again! You heard me, Stephen!? NEVER! I promise you, you mention my boy ever again, and it will be the end of your sorry life upon this Earth, I promise you!”

“I didn't mean it like, that, you know I didn't...” Emmet watched with disgust as his father tried to get back on his feet, stumbling, humiliated.

“I know exactly what you meant! And you know what you meant, you dirty coward!”

He kept trying to make excuses, but Mr. Black would have none of it.

“You don't know, you have no idea, what it is to bury a child, and I hope to God you never find out.” his voice was calmer, but there was a frightening coolness to it “Are you out of your damned mind?! This is your son! Standing right there while you´re wishing him dead! What I wouldn't give to trade places with you! To have my boy here, alive, like him!”

Emmet was numb. He felt Evelyn rest her head against his shoulder and weep, softly. He wanted to hug her, to do something, anything. But all he could was stare. Stare at his father, trying and failing to stand up to her father, as Mr. Black towered over him, his face filled with righteous, godly, ice-cold anger. And he felt so embarrassed, so ashamed that this man, this petty, pathetic, bumbling excuse of a man was his father.

“Easy for you to say, Marius, but if Paul had been a...”

“I won't hear my son's name from your mouth again, Stephen. Paul is dead. And if I could have him back, I would have him however he was. Trust me, nothing can worse than a dead child. Nothing!”

“That's a pretty sentiment coming from somebody who doesn´t have to live with THAT under your roof! But I won't stand for this! I won't have this in my house!”

“Fine, I'll take him!”

“What?!”

“You don't want him under your roof? I'll solve that problem for you, then. I'll take him. However he is. I'll take him.”

…

“What on earth happened to you, dear?” Mrs. Black seemed horrified when she laid eyes on him, as Lyn walked him throught the front door. Emmet, still dazed, wondered how bad he must have looked for her react that way. She put her hand on his cheek, and her blue eyes were filled with something he couldn't describe. “What has he done to you?”

Only then did he cry. Only then did he allow himself to sob.

It was Evelyn's mother who held him in her arms as he had, so foolishly, hoped his mother would.

“I...I...told them I...I'm sorry, I...” he pulled back and wiped his tears, suddenly aware that...she didn't know. Mrs. Black went to church with his mother. She didn't know he was... A rush of panic coursed through him. What would she say? He couldn't. He couldn't go through this twice.

“Take a breath, pet.” she told him, pulling him to sit on the couch. “Linnie, love, go get the first aid kit in the kitchen, we need to patch this lad up a bit. And try not to alarm your sister, if you will. And where is your father?”

“He's waiting for Mrs. Finnerty to get him all of Fin's...I mean, Emmet's stuff.”

Mrs. Black nodded, as if she knew something. As if she had been expecting to be told exactly that. Lyn looked at her mother with the same knowing expression in her eyes and went to the kitchen as intructed.

Emmet felt like runnning away, as far away as he could.

“Mr. Black he said...I'm sorry,I have to...I have to go back, I can't...”

“Emmet, calm down.”

“Mrs. Black, I know you don't want me here. I...I'm...I mean, I...told my parents...”

“I know, pet. I know.”

“No you don't...”

“Emmet, my darling, why do you think I allow you to be in Linnie's room for hours with the door closed? I'm not stupid.” she laughed softly.

“How?”

“A mother just knows...”

“Mine didn't.”

“If she let your father do this, then she's not that competent of a mother is she?” Mrs. Black scoffed. “But, trust me...a mother knows.”

Then it clicked. Then he knew.

“You mean...” he trailed, stunned “...Paul?”

“I carried him inside me 9 months, I birthed him, clothed, fed him, cared for him till the day he left this Earth. Nobody knew him better than I did, except God.”

“God...” he spat out “My mother thinks God will send me to hell. Because the Bible says...”

“Oh pish-posh...I pray on the Bible as well as any Christian, but Jesus knows where I would be if I took everything it's written in there so seriously. Thou shall now lay with a man, and whatnot, fine, but you don't see anybody that eager to give up their breakfast bacon because the Bibles says it's forbidden, now do you? Your parents didn't stone your sister in the town square when she left the house married for two days and pregnant for 2 months, did they? Like we all didn't know. Enough of this nonsense, now, we need to get you fixed up. God, you're bleeding.”

“So I really can stay?”

“Do you want to stay?”

…

“So I stayed.” Fin smiled. He looked up at Doug and took a deep breath, hoping he didn't think it was sillly that he had tears in his eyes over this. But all he saw in Doug's expression was understanding...and love. So much of it.

“I stayed until we both left for college, Lyn and I. She studied history and I went for journalism.Mrs. Black was the one who got me my first camera, then Mr Black gave me my first professional camera, and books about photography and journalism. They did everything for me that a mother and a father would do. I stilll go back with Lyn to spend the holidays with them. Well, with her...He passed away a few months ago. His heart. Funny that of all things, it was his heart that would kill him.”

Doug's hands closed over his.

“Thank you.” he said, quietly. “For telling me all this. I know it wasn't easy.”

“I...” he didn't finish. Over Doug's shoulder he saw the restaurant door open, and Evelyn walk in, wrapped in a long, flowy, flowery dress. “There she is.”

#Pride month #fanfic?#Original story #Evelyn Black #not taggng this snapedom because is not #but happens in the Post War universe #Post War #Emmet Fin Finnerty #Douglas Doug Cleary #coming out story

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askbittyerror · 4 years ago

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"Of course you can help- Hmm, you could help paint the roots? Or glue the already painted ones to the ceilling?"

“I think I’m tall enough to do that.” Moose smiles, allowing Bear to scramble down and bring him a root.

#friendlyneighborartist

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lurafita · 6 years ago

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It’s not easy to kidnap Spiderman

There are so, S.O., many fanfics that have normal, human, non-enhanced criminals successfully kidnapping Peter Parker. And I may have ranted about how people always noob Peter down too much, but it just baffles me every time.

And you can of course always make the argument that Peter isn’t willing to risk his secret identity, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use a fraction of his abilities to incapacitate his kidnappers and get away.

So, keeping that in mind, I wrote a little crack piece. By the by, Tony hasn’t sold the Tower and I am completely and blissfully ignoring Infinity War. Thanos can chuck himself into a freaking volcano.

Tony was in his workshop, deep in an inner debate with himself about re-enabling the BabyMonitorProtocol. He knew that, in a way, it was an invasion of privacy and might even be interpreted as distrust in Peter’s abilities and resposibilities as a hero. And that was definitely NOT what he wanted to convey. Peter had a unique and diverse skillset. With the right training (it had taken 3 weeks for them to figure out what actually worked for Peter) he had come a long way in properly using and controlling his powers, without having to compromise himself by holding back too much in a fight. Peter knew when a situation required back up and would never risk the safety of civilians by entering a fight that had him hopelessly outmatched. Peter knew that Tony would always, always, come when he called. (They had had a very, v.e.r.y. long discussion about that. ) Tony trusted the kid.

BUT, that didn’t change the fact that what the kid was doing, was dangerous.

Spiderman didn’t just swing around tall buildings (at speeds and altitudes that gave Tony heart palpitations), or rescue little kittens out of trees.

Spiderman caught out of control vehicles in busy traffic. Spiderman leapt into burning buildings. Spiderman got fucking SHOT AT!

Tony had, of course, improved the suit and made it as sturdy and safe as humanly possible. But considering that the material couldn’t be too thick, so as not to impede his sticky appendages, nor too hard, so as not to restrict his super-human flexibility, there were simply limits to what could be done. One of those limits, frustratingly, was that Tony hadn’t yet found a way to make the suit bulletproof.

And yes, Peter had the ability to dodge gunfire (thank god for the spider-sense), but that didn’t automatically make things safer. Superheroes were just as likely (sometimes even more so) to make mistakes as the next person. Sometimes you underestimate your opponent. Sometimes you zig, when you should zag. Sometimes things just go wrong.

Add to that how Peter liked to hide injuries from his aunt as well as his mentor/dad (because Tony had signed the shit out of those adoption/shared custody agreement papers as soon as May Parker had given her blessing), and it was really no wonder that Tony found himself counting new grey hairs on a weekly basis.

He would just feel that much better if the BabyMonitorProtocol was back up and he would be appraised of every little scuffle, altercation and injury as they happened, all the time, 24 fucking 7. No, he was not an overprotective helicopter parent, stop laughing Rhodey!

“Incoming call from Peter Parker.” Friday’s voice cut suddenly through his thoughts.

Tony took a deep, apprehensive breath. Just because the kid called right then didn’t have to mean he was in trouble. This could be a purely social call. Get it together.

“Put him through, Fri. Hey Pete.”

“Hi Mr. Stark!” Good, the kid sounded neither distressed, nor hurt. There was no gunfire, screaming or sounds of explosions in the backround. Just a social call then, thank god.

“Whats up, kid? Someone treat you to a churro again?” He smirked at hearing the put upon sigh from the other end of the line.

“Is anyone ever going to let this go? She was a nice lady and it was a yummy snack. I regret nothing.”

“Of course. So, what’s shaking? You are not calling to bail on me for our lab time later, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, relaxed smile on his lips.

“Oh god, please, no one says ‘what’s shaking’ anymore, Dad.” Peter whined and Tony’s smile grew. They had a weird relationship with names. For Tony it was Kid, Spiderling, Underoos, any variation he could come up with for the name Peter, and (the newest one) Son. While Peter liked to cycle through Mr. Stark, Tony, and more and more regularly, Dad. If Tony’s eyes were a teeny, tiny bit wet the first time Peter called him ‘Dad’, no one had to know.

“Anyway, the reason why I’m calling is,... uhm... well....” UhOh. That was Peter’s ‘I may be in trouble’ voice.

Tony snapped back upright in the chair, as the kid continued.

“...the thing is, I’m currently in the office of the Captain of the New York Police Department, and-”

“WHAT?!” He sprang up off his seat. “Friday! My suit! Now!”

“No, no no no no. Wait! Tony, wait! Calm down. It’s nothing bad”

Yeah, he was NOT reassured. The kid had once stumbled into the tower after patrol, hand pressed against a six inch long stab wound gushing blood, and claimed it was ‘nothing bad’.

“What happened? Why are you in the Captains office? Are you hurt?” The Ironman suit continued to assemble around his body as Friday opened one of the floor to ceilling windows for his take off.

“Not hurt, I promise. It’s just that Captain Stacy thought this call would better be made in privat and the bullpen was kinda loud, though there was this really cool guy who-”

“PETER!” This kid! (”5 minutes until you arrive at the NYPD, Sir.”)

“Right, right, sorry. So, I was just on my way home, minding my own business, and maybe hoping that that cute german shephard would be out in his yard again and I could play with him a little and NOT THE POINT, sorry, so, me just walking along the street, totally innocent, and then suddenly this white panel van parks a few feet in front of me.”

Oh god. That was exactly how crime and horror movies started, wasn’t it? Was now the right time to have a panic attack? (”4 minutes to destination.”)

“And then this man gets out, pretty buff and tall and I was just a little bit jealous, because like, I can benchpress a french frying* [*earlier post on how Peter avoids a ‘language lecture’ by swearing using food names] bus with no sweat and still have total noodle arms, and how is that fair”

“PETER!” This KID! (”3 minutes to destination”)

“Sorry! So, the guy asks me for directions to cityhall, but he doesn’t get it when I explain it to him, so he asks if I would ride with him and show him. And, like, my spidey-sense is this low buzz, like, this guy is probably up to no good, but not a real threat to me, right? And he said he would drive me back later and that he had some candy as a thank you, so-”

“You got into the van?!” Forget the panic attack, his fucking heart was about to stop!

“Did you not hear me mention the part where he promised me candy?”

Which arm was supposed to hurt again when you got a heart attack? This fucking kid! (”2 minutest to destination.”)

“Anyway, I climb into the passenger side and the guy starts the engine and all of a sudden my spidey sense is blaring and I slip down in the seat, before the guy that was hiding in the back can press his knife to my throat.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

“So then I grab the hand and twist it just a little, until he has to let go of the knife, and he screams and the knife falls right beside the hand brake. But then the buff guy driving makes a grab for it, so I punch him in the face, right? But I may have punched just a little bit too hard, cause next thing I know, he is unconcious and his head has fallen on the car horn in the middle of the steering wheel. And now the van is still going, but no one is steering and I still have the other guy’s arm at this angle that must have been incredibly uncomfortable for him, because he just keeps on screaming and the donuts* car horn is really french frying* loud and it’s all giving me a headache. So I pull back and knock the guy behind me out, too, and grab the wheel and yank it to the other side, because we were about to hit a tree. I get the buff guy off the steering wheel, and thank god, finally some quiet, but his foot is still on the gas, so I grab the hand brake and yank it up. And then the tires are squeeling and the engine is stuttering and I might have knicked my hand on the knife that had fallen there earlier, so I’m a little startled and yank the wheel again and then the van crashed into a parking police car.”

There is a moment of silence, Tony can see the NYPD building in the distance. (”30 seconds to destination, boss. May I suggest some mild breathing exercises to slow your heartbeat down some?”)

“But don’t worry! By that time the van had slowed down enough that the damage wasn’t too bad. Though Detective Mahoney spilled his coffee all over his shirt.” Ironman landed in front of the station, drawing quite a few looks all around him. “So I explain everything to the Detective Mahoney and his partner Detective Sanchez, who is like super cool and promised to help me study for my next spanish exam.” The suit dissembled around him and formed into a suitcase in his hand as Tony Stark, clad in a faded band shirt and soft blue pyjama pants (it was supposed to be his day off and he had, for once, slept in), ran up the stairs (as if he would waste time waiting for the elevator) to where he knew the Captains office was (Thanks Friday). “Turns out, these guys have been kidnapping kids like this for the last four weeks and were waiting to get two more to ship off to some kind of slave trade ring in a foreign country. So the Detectives interrogated them and got the location for where they are hiding the poor, missing kids and like half the precinct is on their way to free them.” One more floor and he would be there. At least now the heavy breathing could be attributed to running up so many fucking stairs. “I tried to slip away and get in the suit and follow the police cars, make sure the kids are alright and all, you know? But then the Captain came up to me and clapped me on the shoulder and was like ‘Good job, kid. That was very brave, but now lets call your parents and make sure you get home safe.’ And then he led me into his office and sat me on his couch, which is nowhere near as comfy as the ones in the tower, but whatever, and told me to call someone and that he would come back to talk to us a little later.” It wasn’t every day that Tony Stark bursts through the doors of the Major Crime unit of the New York Police Department in the clothes he slept in, so the officers in the room could be excused for any open mouthed gaping that may have taken place. “And, you know, Aunt May just came off a double shift in the hospital and I really didn’t wanna wake her, so I thought I better call you instead. So, can you come over to the NYPD? But like, don’t stress. If you have something important to do, that’s totally okay. I can just hang around for a few hours until May has gotten enough sleep and call her then. And maybe Detective Sanchez will-”

Peter was interrupted from his call when the door to the Captains office nearly flew off its hinges as Tony ran right in, a desperate, slightly manic look in his eyes. “Oh, that was quick. Hey Dad.”

THIS FUCKING KID!

And yes, fine, it may not be much of an exaggeration when Peter later complained that Tony cuddled him on that couch for the better part of 20 minutes. It may also be true that he threatened to sue everyone and their mother more than once, everytime someone from the police department tried to interrupt his, very justified, fussing over his kid. He also makes damn sure that Peter doesn’t leave his direct proximity for the entire time they stay at the station. Peter gave his official statement, they got to watch when the freed kids were reunited with their overjoyed, tearful parents, who all come over to thank Peter in person for his part in finding their children, and Detective Sanchez gave Peter her card and personal number for those spanish lessons. During all that time, Tony has managed to inform May, Pepper and Happy about everything, and the three soon join them at the station. While May and Pepper take over fussing over Peter and hugging him to death (the kid sends him a very nasty look over the womens shoulders), Tony is already on his phone, programming Karen to reengage the BabyMonitorProtocol and sending the code to one of his Stark watches that he is going to fucking weld around the kids wrist so he can never take it off. He doesn’t even care how much Rhodey laughs at and calls him an overprotective helicopter parent again later.

#peter parker #tony stark #iron dad #spider son #tony is a stressed dad #attempted kidnapping #peter is a badass #bamf peter #iron man #spiderman #op lurafita

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marley-warriors · 4 years ago

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Bertholdt’s gaze would shift to Marco whenever an opportunity presented itself. Sometimes Marco got a bit too close to the action for comfort. Bertholdt was however glad that no villian thus far had picked up on his greatest weakness; his family. He was always sure to conceal any hint he had a family while acting as Spiderman. If anyone ever found out... he could not dwell on that right now.

The webbing wasn’t as effective as Bertholdt had hoped. He knew this wouldn’t be an easy battle to begin with, focused on any opening. Spiderman evaded the trash can. Sometimes Bertholdt would chuckle at the universe. Having a tall lanky man be the one to become spiderman. It would have been a lot easier were he smaller.

Anything that was thrown at Bertholdt was caught and hung by webbing, which he swung from the ceilling like Newton’s cradle. He’d love to see Fisk dodging all those swinging objects. “Keep em coming. The more you throw the more likely you’ll be knocked out by one of these swinging-“ He stopped, nearly knocked down himself by one of the swinging objects. Had Kingpin pushed it right back at him or had he miscalculated the trajectory? It was getting harder to swing through the objects and they wouldn’t swing forever.

He swung up behind Kingpin again, using webbing to grab two hanging objects and pull them towards Fisk while kicking the trash can hanging behind him towards Kingpin. If they all crashed into Fisk at the same time he might be stunned enough to allow Bertholdt time to immobilise him.

Web Slinging adventures//closed spiderman au w/@marley-warriors-of-demon-blood

{{Bertholdt Hoover/Spiderman}} @marley-warriors-of-demon-blood

“I’ll try!” Bertholdt had shouted out to Dr. Octavious. He really would try, but couldn’t make any promises. Bertholdt reallt hoped Octavious would not start noticing that his absences coincided with the appearance of Spiderman. The message that blinked across his screen was a relief. Now he could fully focus on the task at hand.

Marco’s reply set a smile on Bertholdt’s face. He would reply to it once he was done with Fisk. Though the smile wasn’t visible through his mask, he still turned to Marco, giving him a big thumbs up from where he stood. He made sure to be aware of where Marco was so that he could at least try to offer him the best angles.

Bertholdt turned his attention back to Kingpin. “Funny, though I am sad to say I won’t miss you quite as much as you’ll miss me. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you can still see me from prison.” The lanky man leapt onto the ceilling, evading the hit. Of course Kingpin would try to use his brute force. He flipped from the ceilling while shooting out webbing in a bid to blind Fisk. If he could blind him, then bind him this would be over fairly quick.

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“This silly toy won’t hold me!” Fisk yelled in anger. He had spent years building this empire, bringing the New York underground world into line. He would not lose this to anyone.

“Let’s see you dodge these Spider-Man!” The Kingpin grabbed a trash can and hurled it at Spiderman before starting to grab and throw more things at the lanky man.

Of course Marco stayed as far from the action as possible while still being able to get pictures. This was good stuff, the hard part would be picking photos for this article, he was glad that was someone else’s job. He paused a few times to take some notes on what was going on during the battle, but would quickly move again.

Marco gave Bertholdt a thumbs up every once in awhile to let him know he was okay. His eyes kept on the action so he didn’t miss anything. However, he was silently praying for Kingpin to make a mistake. He always worried about Bertholdt.

#rp #long post

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tsundere-model · 7 years ago

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☆ - … make our muses go shopping together. (Magicgeekponsol; I felt this fit them. Imagine them shopping for fabrics and stuff)

Meme: Send a symbol to… || Accepting

☆ - … make our muses go shopping together. Hope you don’t mind the little time skip I’m going to do here @magicgeekponsol

When he suggested having some knitting lessons in exchange for the lunch boxes that had started to become a habit, Izumi was not expecting for Ponsol to actually agree. Or to be as helpful as to even go shopping with Izumi for the things they would need. Walking through the aisles, shining floors and tall ceilling, Izumi checked around the different types of fabrics, threads and other materials. On his side, Ponsol seemed to be checking some stuff of his own.

The idea of making something to confess his feelings for Leo was only that. An idea. It wasn’t suppossed to turn into something… after all, he haven’t really considered the possibility of confessing his feelings. It would be nothing but a mess if he did… But now this was happening, and since he had ended up dragging Ponsol into this whole situation he couldn’t back off.

It seemed like he’d have to jump to his death, huh? Nothing to do about it, except actually thinking of what could Leo like. It felt as if Leo could like anything, which only made searching harder. He didn’t cared much for anything but music after all…

Turning his eyes away from the fabric and into Ponsol, he glanced at his profile. He was seriously looking around, a quick glance at Izumi as he had probably noticed the model’s staring. It was strange. He wouldn’t really have expected to go shopping with Ponsol, and yet, here they were. Curious.

“Do you think this two colors would make a good match?” he picked up two threads he had been eyeing before, trying to cover up his mindless staring from before with a question.

#rtrp meme #(( a small skip forward for this lol ))#Anonymous #magicgeekponsol

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chill-nightfury-beans · 4 years ago

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“Awe she’s so precious, hi Twi.” Liz purred gently petting the cat’s head, as Gaster the husky barked and poked his snout out sniffing at them both. “Oh and this is my dog Gaster, sorry he can be very mischievous. Be gentle Gas, please come in you both make yourselves comfy.” The tall grumpus smiled, as she had lights streamed across the ceilling and her two pride flags hanging on a wall, one being the bisexual flag and the other the lesbian flag. It was just the right size for them as she sat down with some snacks and drinks to share. “So what do you think?”

It was a busy day in the grumpus town, as a certain dark grey and brown grumpus was taking orders from customers in a restaurant she worked at. As she was walking to the next table, she gave a warm fanged smiled to the customer at the table. "Hi my name is Liz, may I take your order?" She asked in a calm and soft voice.

Azure,a reddish brown fluffy grumpus, was the said costumer. "I would like a steak dinner with a slice of chocolate cheesecake on the side." They replied. The most interesting feature of theirs was their piercing blue eyes. The smaller grumpus adjusted their dark blue glasses as they returned a friendly smile. They blushed a bit once they glanced up at her.

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yellowscarves · 7 years ago

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Good Morning! From the Depths of The Hell

"...Its... Dark.."

I can feel myself floating in the middle of the darkness.. I cannot see anything.. I cannot hear anything.. Everything is silent.. I don't know which way is up, which way is left.. right.. I don't even know where am i..

"Who... am i.."

Another question that popped out of my mind, I can think.. But i don't remember anything about myself

"..... that's right.. My name is..."

Suddenly a jolt of memory comes into my head. I.. well.. at least i can remember my own name now..

"Did i.. die...?"

I feel a sharp pain in my chest, the sensation is as if someone is piercing it..

"Who.. killed me...?"

An image of a man, standing proudly with his smile.. suddenly appeared in my head... his hand pierced right through me.. i can still remember the power.. the fear that the man had given me.. Ah.. so this is the man who killed me..

"...I wonder.. How many years have passed..."

To begin with.. i don't even know whether the land of dead have the concept of time.. isn't it.. pointless on trying to remember how long has it been...

"Why.. did i get into this kind of mess..."

This time, an image of a tall man, wearing a uniform appeared in my head instead.. His smile feels kind of... nostalgic.. I know this person.. he is kind.. and i'm his...

"..Ah... that is right.. i'm an..."

I remembered the moment i spend with him.. And why am i fighting besides him.. He is an.. I am an...

"Admiral."

One word that hits my head clearly.. Although.. i haven't yet remembered why did i become one in the first place

"I... Forgot the reason.."

Another image appeared. This time.. i saw another man man.. with the same uniform as the man from before

"...That's.. right.. This is a.. way of repenting my sins.."

What is this feeling inside of me.. Why do i feel... Guilty..? Is this.. a regret..?

"...Sins.. Why am i.. repenting.. what have i.. done..."

The same man suddenly appeared again..and he had this big wound on his back.. he was stabbed... I.. stabbed him.. I.. killed him.

"...Aah.. i remember now.. i am... indeed..a sinful one..."

..I killed a person.. I took someone's life.. with my own hand.. And.. i think.. that is not my.. first time either.. Killing someone..

"...Then.. isn't it better for me if i.. die here..?"

I.. have not really remembered anything about it.. but.. if i'm dead.. and this is the land of dead.. then this is where i belong..

"I... have no attachment after all.."

As those kind of thought began to flood inside of my head, i suddenly can see a faint light, a light.. in front of me..

"..That-- light is...."

Something cold is running on my face.. this is... a water..? This is.. tears..

"...What is.. this tears...?"

As i wiped my tears, i looked towards the light once again.. And there she is.. a woman.. with a long brown hair.. a blue uniform.. she appeared from the light..

"...Ah.. That's right.. I-- cannot die yet.."

As i put my thoughts together, the images of her began to appeared one after another.. her laughing expression.. her pouting expression.. her smiles.. her anger.. her.. sadness..

"....You are waiting for me to come back... right.."

The woman smiled at me, nodding her head as if she can hear my thoughts..

"...i am going to live..."

I began to move my hand.. the hand that i thought was done for as well

"I will live."

I tried to grasp the light, yet my legs still won't move..

"I shall not remain motionless like this--!"

I pushed myself to the limit. i forced my legs to move. I withstood the pain.. I run towards the light.. And the moment that i embraced the light is the moment where i finally opened my eyes once again.

"Ara.. It seems that he has regained his consciousness.. Hello~ Are you feeling okay?"

An unknown ceilling.. An unfamiliar little girl is standing besides my body.. who is still lying on some kind of bed. I tried to speak, but not even a voice came out of my mouth.. I can only make some gestures with my mouth

"What's this..? 'i'm.. alive..?'”

She read my gesture.. i guess.. that’s a first natural thing that comes out from the mouth of someone who had died..

“Well Of course~! You are one of us now.. Like it or not, its a fact.. And you are one of the lucky person in this world that is given a second chance to live!"

The girl handed me some kind of.. reflective glass.. that serves as mirror.. and there.. i saw it.. a pale white skin.. glowing yellow eyes.. i.. am.. no longer a human..

"Good morning, Shingetsu Kirika.. And welcome.. to the depth of the ocean."

The girl smiled and laughed. I have turned into the humanity's biggest threat. I am the enemy of humanity. What a joke.. what a cruel fate.

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iamsadr8kewave-blog · 8 years ago

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weird

everything i say is weird but oh whatever

sometimes i want to have a second life, one that i could choose

it would be so awesome, being what i’ve always wanted to be

even like that i think i wold fuck it up

so you know, i would love to be on a little home, wood house

cozy as fuck

and at the same time

dark, and untidy

just with the basics

maybe some snacks, soup every day

i would want my home to have windows and a ceilling tall enough to have another room upstairs

i would have maybe a black cat

any cat actually

and my bed would be huge

full of matresses

empty of course

i would live in the woods

on a place really far from everything

i would wake up probably at 6 p.m.

i would eat soup

maybe at 8 p.m. some coffee

and then i would be all day long online

maybe on tumblr, maybe on facebook or twitter

even instagram

i wold be so proud and thankful for the beauty that would surround me

i would post pictures of the trees in front of my window

at night i would climb to the ceiling and watch the million stars

the moon, all of the beauty

i would breath in pure air

and i wold be such a mess

i would be so fucked up

but what is the difference in that i mean

i’m already like that but in my actual life

some times i want to die

and believe that i would be better in heaven

or even better, in my dream home

i crave some peace but my mind won’t stop

i want to die

so badly

and became

maybe a star

shining bright for the ones who need it

i would be part of something beautiful and eternal

maybe i should make my dreams come true and stop wishing

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josiecarioca · 6 years ago

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Sunrise (Snape lives AU)

(scene from ‘Post War’ ) ….............................. Evelyn should have been scared out of her wits. And yet, she wasn´t. It was probably worth of serious concern that Severus could have led her out into a vacant lot without her as much as questioning him, but her first instinct was to trust him. And so she found herself standing in front of the old mill. All the area around it was littered with trash, weeds and wild grass growing everywhere. The square block of red bricks stood in the middle of the industrial wasteland like a sleeping kraken, its massive chimney pointing to the skies as Leviatan cursing God for his own damnation.

Severus walked on, comfortable in that barren desert as Evelyn would have been walking around the Doolin Pier, watching the ships leave to the Aran islands. He crossed the front patio, or what once was the front patio, when the mill was still working, and walked in. Evelyn followed him into an enormous room with an oppressingly high ceilling. Heavy machinery was scattered about, covered in dust, spider-webs and God only knew whatever else that had turned the metal a ghastly white where it wasn´t simply rusted. Their steps echoes like they would have echoed in a catedral, and the very first rays of sunlight filtered through broken glass like they were pouring in from vitrals that had long lost their colors.

Severus didn´t waste much time in that room and went straight to the back, where a flight of stairs led them to the second storey. He didn´t linger there either, climbing a second flight of stairs, then a third, then a fourth. In each single floor Evelyn saw the same panorama of dusty brickwalls, abandoned machinery and unrecognizable debris. Finally they reached what looked like the last stairwell, much narrower than all others and umcorfortably steep. Severus had to give her his hand in the last few steps, least she lost her balance. At the top of the stairs there was a door, boarded up. The wood was starting to rot, and it only took Severus a single kick to break it in.

When they stepped out onto the mill´s roof, Evelyn could hear herself gasp. They had emerged from the darkness inside the building to be engulfed by a sea of flaxen light. The sun was just rising above the green blanket of the distant hills outside the city, a huge golden disk floating into a liquid sky of orange and red, where warm pink clouds floated as vaporous jelly fish in the sea. The river that crossed Cokeworth cut through the hills forming a glistening snake, its waters much like liquid gold, and nothing like the dirty stretch of putrid water she drove by everyday.Then it disappeared into the woods, under the tall trees and red-yellow leaves that reflected the light in such a way they shone as much as the river waters. And after the woods, she could see Spinner´s End, and the dark red tiles of the roofs were a soft crimson, warm like spent ambers in a fireplace. Behind Evelyn, the windows on the tall skyscrapers of the new part of town glittered like jewels as the sunrays hit them little by little, pulling the town from the dark.

"This Mill may have had its flaws, and they were to many to count, but for what is worth, this is the best place in Cokeworth to see the sunrise.” She heard Severus say from behind her “It´s no sunrise over Caribbean seas, but one must make do with what´s give to them..."

"Are you kidding me, Severus? It´s magnificent."

"I´m sure you got much better in Ireland, with the ocean and cliffs right at your door. Now, shall we seat and have breakfast before the coffee gets cold?" "Yes, of course...”

Severus went to the ledge of the roof and sat down, swinging his long legs over, so his feet were hanging on the outside of the building over the void. Evelyn felt her stomach sink as she watched him, but he had done it with such practiced ease it was obvious that was not the first time he had sat on that ledge facing the abyss below. Once seated he took off his jacket and laid it out next to him. She sat on the covered space he offered her, mindful of the vertigo inducing view of the drop.

“Thank you” she said to no answer from him.

They sat in silence and ate their breakfast, taking in the view laid out at their feet for quite a while before Evelyn felt like speaking at all

Say...” she asked “How did you know this is the best place to see a sunrise?"

"My father worked in the mill, as you know..."

"So, you came often to visit him?"

"Not exactly.I had to work some summers with him. Just a few before he was treated to an early retirement."

"And why was that?...If I may ask..."

"Asbestos...But don´t worry, they changed all the roof as soon as too many employees started to get ill and the authorities decided to visit. Didn´t help them much, they closed anyway a little while later..."

"I´m sorry about that..."

"Don´t be..."

"Did he..."

"Die from it?” Severus´ smirk was roucous and slightly disconcerting “No...Dying from a work related disease was far too dignified an end for Tobias Snape. He retired and decided to dedicate his free time to making my mother´s existence a living hell before getting himself killed in some pub across town."

"Severus..."

"As said, don´t be sorry..If it hadn´t been his temper, it would have been the asbestos poisoning, or the chain smoking, or the alcohol...He had been looking for it. No reason to be sorry...Except maybe the fact that he managed to get himself killed before we could collect any compesation on the whole asbestos affair to pay the debts he left us. Fine man, Tobias Snape...even in death you couldn´t count on him for anything..."

She was at a loss for words. Severus was always so guarded about his personal life, that the confessional torrent pouring from his lips was entirely too startling. There was no feeling in his words. He had simply recited them with the same non-chalance he would have told her the weather forecast. He hadn´t looked at her face once as he spoke, his stabbing black gaze focused somewhere out in the hills. He didn´t seem like he was talking to her as much as he was talking to himself. She didn´t want to pressure him, but at the same time...He never talked about himself, and she felt like, if there was any a time to ask, this was it.

"Then...how did you manage...You and your mother, I mean...It was just the two of you, I assume?"

"Yes.We just got by as we always did. I was in school back then. My mother worked some odd jobs, sold some of her personal belongings. I did some... things, here and there...Borrowed money from school mates who were better off.We managed...Then she got sick, passed away and I inherited the house and some more debt. Got that sorted out when my old headmaster hired me. It all got settled eventually."

"I´m so sorry, Severus...I mean it...I can´t even begin to imagine how you..."

Evelyn didn´t know what to say. Every word coming out of her lips sounded dull, hollow and utterly meaningless. There was nothing she could say that would have mattered much. Instead she simply put her hand over his. His hand was much larger than hers, his long spindling fingers were cold and dry. He let his hand linger under hers for a moment before sliding it away.

"As I said, nothing to be sorry about.I´m here, am I not?"

"So you are...But you never really answered me...” She smiled, feeling he had had enough of the bitter subject “How did you ever find this spot? It wasn´t working down there in the machines, I´m sure."

"Well, you´re right.I would come up here to smoke behind my father´s back, since I made it a habit of stealing his fags."

"Oh, so you WERE a teenager once, after all!!"

"I´m afraid is a rather universal condition for which no treatement is available as of yet..."

Evelyn wasn´t quite sure that was a smile she saw on his lips. He smiled so little that when he dared crack a grin it often came out more like a grimace.

Regardless, she was relieved...That dark curtain of unpleasant memories had been lifted for a moment. Maybe Severus could take a little friendly teasing now.

"Say, did you bring many girls up here ?"

"Just one..." His voice was whispered and almost sweet.

'Just one'...she may have been something else, this one girl, if the mere memory of her was enough to mellow his gruff baritone like that. Her mind drifted back to the red haired girl in the photos on his mantle. Maybe her? What was the name..Lily...That was the name he had said when he talked to Mitchell back at the party, the girl Fr. Thomas had told her about?...Surely...Maybe they were all one and the same, she wondered. Regardless, whoever she was, that one girl must have been rather unique. All of the sudden it downed on her how much of a big thing it must have been for Severus to bring somebody else on this rooftop.

"So I´m only the second? I feel special now." It probably came out sounding like a quip...but it wasn´t.

He turned his gaze to her, his sharp features catching the sunrays in such a way that his complexion didn´t seem as sallow as it normally did. For a split second she could see something akin to surprise in his eyes, before he looked away. And what she saw on his lips then looked more like an earnest smile than anything he´d ever shown her before.An awkward one, for sure, but an earnest one nevertheless... ..................... “Post War”: Part 5: “Halloween” chapter 7 https://archiveofourown.org/works/13997079/chapters/36571995

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Sunrise (fanfic excerpt- Snape lives AU)

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Evelyn should have been scared out of her wits. And yet, she wasn´t. It was probably worth of serious concern that Severus could have led her out into a vacant lot without her as much as questioning him, but her first instinct was to trust him. And so she found herself standing in front of the old mill. All the area around it was littered with trash, weeds and wild grass growing everywhere. The square block of red bricks stood in the middle of the industrial wasteland like a sleeping kraken, its massive chimney pointing to the skies as Leviatan cursing God for his own damnation.

When they stepped out onto the mill´s roof, Evelyn could hear herself gasp.

They had emerged from the darkness inside the building to be engulfed by a sea of flaxen light. The sun was just rising above the green blanket of the distant hills outside the city, a huge golden disk floating into a liquid sky of orange and red, where warm pink clouds floated as vaporous jelly fish in the sea. The river that crossed Cokeworth cut through the hills forming a glistening snake, its waters much like liquid gold, and nothing like the dirty stretch of putrid water she drove by everyday.Then it disappeared into the woods, under the tall trees and red-yellow leaves that reflected the light in such a way they shone as much as the river waters. And after the woods, she could see Spinner´s End, and the dark red tiles of the roofs were a soft crimson, warm like spent ambers in a fireplace. Behind Evelyn, the windows on the tall skyscrapers of the new part of town glittered like jewels as the sunrays hit them little by little, pulling the town from the dark.

"Are you kidding me, Severus? It´s magnificent."

"I´m sure you got much better in Ireland, with the ocean and cliffs right at your door. Now, shall we seat and have breakfast before the coffee gets cold?"

"Yes, of course...”

“Thank you” she said to no answer from him.

They sat in silence and ate their breakfast, taking in the view laid out at their feet for quite a while before Evelyn felt like speaking at all

Say...” she asked “How did you know this is the best place to see a sunrise?"

"My father worked in the mill, as you know..."

"So, you came often to visit him?"

"Not exactly.I had to work some summers with him. Just a few before he was treated to an early retirement."

"And why was that?...If I may ask..."

"I´m sorry about that..."

"Don´t be..."

"Did he..."

"Severus..."

"Then...how did you manage...You and your mother, I mean...It was just the two of you, I assume?"

"I´m so sorry, Severus...I mean it...I can´t even begin to imagine how you..." Evelyn didn´t know what to say. Every word coming out of her lips sounded dull, hollow and utterly meaningless. There was nothing she could say that would have mattered much. Instead she simply put her hand over his. His hand was much larger than hers, his long spindling fingers were cold and dry. He let his hand linger under hers for a moment before sliding it away.

"As I said, nothing to be sorry about.I´m here, am I not?"

"Well, you´re right.I would come up here to smoke behind my father´s back, since I made it a habit of stealing his fags."

"Oh, so you WERE a teenager once, after all!!"

"I´m afraid is a rather universal condition for which no treatement is available as of yet..."

Evelyn wasn´t quite sure that was a smile she saw on his lips. He smiled so little that when he dared crack a grin it often came out more like a grimace. Regardless, she was relieved...That dark curtain of unpleasant memories had been lifted for a moment. Maybe Severus could take a little friendly teasing now.

"Say, did you bring many girls up here ?"

"Just one..." His voice was whispered and almost sweet.

"So I´m only the second? I feel special now." It probably came out sounding like a quip...but it wasn´t.

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Excerpts from “Post War”: Part 5: “Halloween” chapter 7

Full story available at:

edited: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9125413/56/Post-War

unedited: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13997079/chapters/36571995

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