What Snape haters fail to see is that he wasn’t supposed to be a saint. It’s easy to be a saint. It’s not so easy to make a guilt ridden journey to atonement, all the while knowing that nothing whatsoever can deliver him from the abyss created by a drunken father, an embittered mother, an estranged friend and a school bully. Lily had been a brief respite from this perpetual darkness. But as Snape’s own repressed anger gets the better of him, leading him to an irreversible chain of events, it is clear that no amends can be made for the person he has been forced to become. He must deal with it, pull through perpetual self flagellation, resign himself to the life of a double agent, and stay true to the memory of the one person with whom he had once dreamt of a different future. Not many are capable of true and unconditional love, and even fewer are able to take responsibility for it. If we are to remember Snape for his terrible mistakes, then we are also to remember him for the unwavering determination with which he did his duty by the woman he loved.
Hello my loves. I’ve been away for a while for personal reasons, but am back now. :) Here’s a little something I’m sure allll the Rickmaniancs want to hear Alan say. Enjoy my lovelies.
Hello, all my lovelies! I’m sorry for the late SAS post, but my family and I have been scrambling to make sure we have the capabilities to work from home for the next three weeks. Now that I have some time, I wanted to give my amazing mutuals some Alan content.
I’m putting the following below a cut because it’s somewhat NSFW. Enjoy my loves!
Today’s theme: Alan’s very evident bulge
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Warnings: MAJOR lemon , brief mention of suicide, plot twist ending
Norah was shaking. She didn’t know she was capable of this much fury. This much fear. And as much as she loathed it, this much sexual tension. The confidence, the dominant personality, the infuriating patronization…she couldn’t deny that it was incalculably evil and sexy.
“Come on,” hissed Holly as she grabbed Norah’s hand. Hans had already spun on his heels and was briskly walking in the opposite direction. “What an asshole. I hope John gets him soon. My husband is onto him,” whispered Holly when they were back in the lobby. Norah didn’t dare to speak.
Norah walked carefully- for fear she might burst- back to her corner and paced back and forth. Tears began to fall more freely this time. As much of a turn-on as his commanding presence had been, she also truly didn’t know what she was going to do. Her need was growing stronger by the second and she knew that by the end of the evening she would either die or piss herself. Truthfully, she was beginning to prefer the first option. She was crying, walking, shifting uncomfortably, and trying to distract herself when she heard a “psssstttt.”
Norah stopped in her tracks. She inched closer to the door.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you suffer, did you?” For the first time of the night, Norah truly felt relief. Trying to speak without moving her lips, she responded “It seemed that way.”
“When the coast is clear, come back here,” Hans ordered. Norah looked across the room, awkwardly half-smiling at anyone who glanced her way. Finally, when everyone was preoccupied, she discreetly slid through the door.
The conference room had been completely transformed. There were couches, pillows, beverages, and snacks and the long conference table had been removed.
“What do you think?” Hans asked sheepishly. Norah was stunned.
“You…did this for me?” she stuttered. Hans nodded.
“I wanted you to be comfortable. Hopefully this won’t last much longer. Oh…and there is a bathroom to your left.”
Norah emitted a quick “thank you!” and made a run for it. When she returned, Hans was sitting on the couch waiting for her. He patted the cushion beside him, signaling her to sit. Norah did as she was asked.
“I do apologize for the discomfort…but you understand that I couldn’t show favoritism in front of another. It would look far too suspicious. Although I must admit, the panic in your eyes was…what’s the American word…adorable?” The eyes that had sent her into sheer terror only half an hour before were now glimmering with kindness. Norah felt herself blush again.
“I’m sure glad you thought it was. I was afraid I said something wrong earlier,” Norah admitted. Hans took her hand and slid his fingers between hers.
“It was…very right.”
Norah turned to face him and asked the question which answer she feared greatly.
“Why me, Hans? I’m certainly nothing special. I’m rarely noticed and yet you picked me out of a crowd. You’re out here doing…unspeakable things, and yet you want to save my life?”
Hans paused for a moment.
“In a way, I’ve been asking myself the same question, Ms. Freeman. Let’s just call it intuition. You’re wrong to say that you aren’t special…you are incredibly so. And beautiful. In one way, I want to shower you with praise and gently show you how stunning you are. In another way, I want to tease you and whisper filthy things in your ear. In one way, I love and even envy your demure innocence…in another way, I want to corrupt you as only I can.”
Norah was startled- then skeptical- and finally, ready to submit to what she has dreamed of since she met Hans.
She whispered softly in his ear,
“Corrupt me.”
Hans cocked his head as if to ask if she was sure. Norah nodded. His soft, but taut lips met hers in a slow, gentle kiss. Without warning, the kisses became rough and passionate. His tongue penetrated her mouth and they took turns flickering them back and forth. They needed to breathe, but could hardly be bothered to come up for air. Their hands explored each other’s bodies frantically and desperately as if they could disappear at any moment. Hans gently bit Norah’s lip and began suckling on her neck: not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to leave a mark. Norah’s breathing sped up as she enjoyed the warmth of his mouth on her cool skin. When Norah fell limp with pleasure and submission, Hans grabbed her by the arms and led her to sit atop his body and straddle him.
“Oh my GOD,” she exclaimed, pleasantly shocked by the massive erection underneath her. He half laughed, half growled and caressed her firm buttocks with both hands. Norah began to rock back and forth on his cock and he let out an involuntary moan. He breathed hotly in her ear,
“I knew it. Deep down, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” He used the leverage of his hands to bring her womanhood into even closer and harder grinds against him.
“Only for you,” she replied while peppering kisses from his chin down to his sternum.
Hans grabbed at her shirt and grunted, “How attached are you to this shirt?” Her lips never leaving his chest, she responded, “not very”.
Hans stopped all movement and looked up at her.
“Good,” he snarled. Hans ripped Norah’s button-up blouse apart and threw it on the floor with one fluid motion. Something in Norah seemed to snap. She hastily removed Hans’ suit jacket and tossed it carelessly behind her. Norah loosened his tie and began to undo his shirt buttons one by one as he simultaneously undid the clasp of her bra and threw it behind him. Hans’ shirt and tie were crumpled on the floor and she gazed on his bare chest. It was exactly as she had imagined it. Sparse, dark hair in the center of his chest contrasted the complete smoothness elsewhere until the trail of hair leading downward….
Before she could do anything else, Hans drew one of Norah’s swollen breasts to his mouth. He began with smooth, gentle licks, allowing the hotness of his mouth to contrast with the chilly air of the room. Norah’s nipples stood hardened and erect, begging for pleasure. Hans picked the pace, even gently biting her nipples, sending Norah into temporary ecstasy. Her clitoris was nearly painful as it craved sweet relief and attention. Hans very deliberately kissed all the way down Norah’s breasts to her belly button, to the edge of her skirt. He slid his fingers inside the waistband and slid the skirt to the floor. Norah kicked off her heels as Hans removed his own footwear.
“Now stand,” Hans commanded. Norah froze. Everything had been unbelievably hot and now surely everything would halt if he got a good look at her body. However, as she liked to do for him only- she did what she was told. Norah could feel Hans’ eyes deliberately taking in every inch of her- up and down, up-and down. With a cool half-smile, he moved toward her body - an enormous erection tenting his grey, John Phillips trousers. Hans slid his hands down her shoulders to her arms and then intentionally traced his fingers down the curves of her waist. Norah wasn’t like some of the bimbos he had slept with along the way…they were far too skinny and often left a literal residue of fake tan in his mouth. Norah was all real. He savored the curve of her hips, pulling his groin as close into her as possible so she could feel just how much he wanted all of her. He adored the realness of her body…the love handles and stretch marks somehow made her that much more alluring. His hands went back up to the swell of her breasts and massaged every inch of them. Norah wasn’t sure how much longer she could ask under his prowess.
“Please, Hans, please….” she gasped.
Hans let out a sexy, low chuckle. He inched closer, pushing his protruding erection even harder against her hip bone.
“Please…what?”
“Oh god….” she moaned as his hands reached the curve of her hips and entwined his fingers in the small patch of pubic hair near her sex. “Please…sir. I beg you.” Hans’ met her eyes.
“Well, since you asked nicely….” he ran his fingers from her pubic hair to her throbbing clitoris and she gasped. Laughing, he began to gently circle her sensitivity.
“Hans…more…please more…” she whined.
Instead he began to slow down.
“Oh, not just yet, impatient girl.” He took a finger and made its way inside of her. Norah gasped even louder. As he began to manipulate her from inside, he whispered,
“Now, now, you must have more control than that, Ms. Freeman. After all, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?” he raised an eyebrow. God, she hated him but she LOVED him. He slid in another finger and Norah cupped her hand to prevent a moan from escaping. Norah could feel the tension mounting inside her. Release was coming…building……on the verge………..and then Hans slid his fingers out of her. Norah couldn’t help but whimper out of arousal and frustration. Hans examined his fingers and sucked her juices off of them.
“Ms. Freeman, we’ve only just begun and already you’re absolutely soaked. Tell me, who did this to you?”
“You did, sir.”
“Am I the only one who can make you wet like this, Ms. Freeman?”
“Yes sir…and no one else. Sometimes in the lobby, I soaked myself just daydreaming about you.” Norah bit her lip for an innocent, yet seductive effect.
With this admission, Hans hastily removed his trousers and boxer briefs, his significant manhood springing forth. Norah eyed it carefully and hungrily.
“And this, Ms. Freeman, is what you do to me, naughty girl.” The corners of his lips were curled into an unmistakable smile.
“I believe you dropped something, sir…” observed Norah, and bent to the ground, folding his expensive, grey pants. To his surprise, Norah remained on her knees and put her warm mouth around the tip of his cock. She pushed the entirety of his member into her mouth.
At this, Hans’ full body shuddered and his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Scheisse,” he hissed. Norah bobbed her head back and forth, her tongue occasionally swirling erotically at his tip. Norah cradled a testicle in each hand, caressing them as she sucked- enjoying the hitches in his breathing. Hans grabbed a handful of hair and began to pull her closer and then away from him.
“Norah, Norah, oh God…oh…fuck, yes…” he gasped. With one strong yank of her hair, Hans pulled her away from him. He took her hand and led her to the couch where he laid down in front of her.
Norah began to lay down on him when Hans stopped her.
“Norah are…are you okay with this? Are you ready?” Norah nearly broke down in tears. In that moment, it didn’t matter that he had killed others. He had made sure she was comfortable. And that was all that mattered.
In as sexy of a tone as Norah could manage, she sighed,
“I’ve been ready since you walked in the door tonight.”
Hans was surprisingly gentle as he inserted himself into her depths. Immediately, he moaned,
“Fuck, Norah. You’re so tight. Ahhh, you’re already so wet.” The praise only made Norah grind harder. She was still close to the edge from before and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. They thrusted together, their hips moving in rhythm, the pace accelerating from slow to rapid. Once again, Norah felt the pressure building.
“I’m close, I’m so close….” she cried.
“Cum for me, Norah. Cum for me. I don’t care who hears now. Scream my name, Norah.” In just a few more thrusts she was gone and moaned in his ear,
“Hans…oh Hans….oh my God, baby. Fuck!” Her affirmation was more than enough to send him over the edge and she finished her orgasm, his began and he cried out Norah’s name at his release.
When they had finished, the two sat up, not quite ready to look at each other. They panted heavily, desperately trying to catch their breath. Hans ran his hands through his now messy and sweaty hair. Norah noted how cute he looked with his hair mussed up. Though he was trying his best to hide it, Norah could tell he was shaking. She placed a hand on his hair said nothing. Hans turned to her and grinned weakly. He stood up and began to re-dress. Norah followed suit before holding up her ripped blouse and dangling it in front of Hans’ face.
“Now how am I supposed to put this back on?” she teased. Hans flashed his most charming smile.
“My apologies, I think I got a little carried away.” Norah laughed and did her best to wrap it around her torso. Norah made her way to a cabinet in the corner and after searching a few drawers, found safety pins and pinned the blouse together as best she could.
As wonderful at this has been, Norah couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was guilt. She sat on the couch and Hans wordlessly sat beside her. Norah grabbed his hand and after a few moments of silence, she inquired,
“Why are you doing this?”
Hans laughed and answered,
“You asked me this already! You’re special to me, Norah.” Despite the flattery, Norah shook her head and jerker her thumb in the direction of the lobby.
“No. Why are you doing…THIS?”
It was a long time before Hans responded.
“You could never understand.”
With a kiss on the cheek, Norah grabbed his face and turned it towards hers.
“Try me.”
Hans didn’t want to begin. He wasn’t even sure if he could. How could he articulate this in words when he didn’t fully understand himself?
“When I was a kid…my father headed a business with Takagi Sr. Yes, your boss’s father. My father was a shrewd business man and one day, he and Takagi had a huge disagreement. Takagi told him he refused to work with him anymore. Because the business wasn’t in my dad’s name, he was left with nothing. Worse than that, Takagi slandered his name everyone. He was blacklisted. Unhireable. My mom left…and who could blame her? I never saw her again. We had nothing. NOTHING. After a couple years of stealing and trying to scrounge food from trash cans….” he paused as Norah physically recoiled. “We moved to the United States on my 13th birthday. It was a massive mistake. Even though the war was long over, people were still prejudiced against Germans and Takagi still had contacts in the States. We lived in my father’s car for a while. When the police found out, we had to move around from place to place. I hated it but my father hated it more. He couldn’t take the change of being wealthy to having nothing. But he kept telling me that he would find a job and things would be fine again.”
Hans was silent for a few moments.
“And did he?” Norah inquired impatiently.
Hans looked her in the eyes and she noticed that they seemed more watery than usual.
“My father committed suicide 6 months after we moved to America.”
“Oh Hans!” cried out Norah and enveloped him with an hug that he didn’t ask for. Once again, she could feel him shaking- this time in rage.
“I swore that I would never, EVER live in poverty again. I swore that I would get revenge on the man who forced my father into it. I worked hard in school and plotted tirelessly. I returned to Germany after college. When I heard that Takagi Sr. had passed, I still wasn’t satisfied…he still hadn’t paid for what he did. Takagi Jr. became my new target. I knew with him gone, I could access the fortune…”
Norah turned her head sharply and studied him quizzically.
“So you’re…you’re not a terrorist? You’re just here to pay for what Takagi Sr. did to your dad? To steal money?” Norah shrieked.
Hans hung his head but nodded.
“I’m nothing more than a common thief,” he admitted dejectedly. “To be honest with you, I don’t even really want to do this. But after planning it for years…down to every last detail…after getting my men involved…I just felt like I had to. I wanted to leave after I killed Takagi, but then John McClane kept trying to get in my way. That’s why I had to kill Ellis. Then John had to set the building on fire….”
Norah couldn’t even begin to process all of the information she was given. She was enraged that he would kill innocent people for revenge. Heartbroken by the trauma of his past. Relieved that he hadn’t committed arson as well as murderer. Frustrated that he still went through with a plan he no longer believed in.
“I don’t know what to say, Hans. I’m sorry for everything you went through. It’s unfair. I’m a bit more relaxed knowing that you aren’t a terrorist. But…for FUCK’S SAKE what were you thinking???”
Choked with emotion, Hans replied:
“I was thinking money and revenge would get my childhood back. Would repay my father.” He paused. “It didn’t.”
Norah could have never been prepared for what he could say next.
“Norah, as soon as I leave this room, I’m taking our jet back to Germany. I’m not causing any more damage. When I get there, I’m turning myself in. Because the crimes were committed in America and because I’m pleading innocent, I’ll get much less time than you Americans would think. Especially if I reveal the names of my accomplices. Norah, I would never ask you to wait for me or stay with me while I serve my time. But please know that the memory of you tonight is what I will hold on to as long as I’m in there.”
Norah began to weep. She knew he deserved his punishment. She knew it was right for him to admit to his wrongdoings, but this knowledge did little to numb the pain. She knew she couldn’t just pick up her life and move to Germany, could she?
Hans sauntered over to Norah and wiped the tears from her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her into a long, sensual kiss that neither ever wanted to end.
With a deep breath, Hans walked to the door. He turned around.
“And Norah…I won’t ever expect you to follow me. But please know that if you ever find yourself in Germany…my heart will forever belong to you. Merry Christmas, my love.”
THEEEEEE EEEEEND
How about that surprise ending???
MY GOD THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I WOULD WAIT FOREVER FOR HANS IF I WAS NORAH. NO ONE COULD COMPARE TO HIM.
He was so gentle with her when they made love. God, it was so beautiful. I love how caring he was. God I just have no words. None what would ever come close to expressing how amazing this ending was.
I love you and I love this fic! Thank you so much for writing this for me. I’m forever grateful
After her uncharacteristically seductive remark, Hans stared at her- speechless- for what Norah perceived as an uncomfortably long time. Her inside were warm with…regret? No, not regret exactly, but shock of her own boldness. Now here Hans stood, mouth agape and wordless. Completely flustered, Norah snuck out of the door quickly and closed it behind her, muttering a “Wellthankyouforthewater!”
Norah sank back down in her corner. She had surely blown it. Tears appeared uninvited in the corner of her eyes. She tried to will them away and managed to stop them, but not until several tears had slowly streaked down her ashen cheeks. Norah was exhausted. Somehow in the past- how many hours was it now?- she had been held at gunpoint by German men, had become nearly obsessed with a murderer, sat in an uncomfortable corner, had been called into the murderer’s office, witnessed the aftermath of the death of two co-workers, and had managed to embarrass herself in front of said murderer. The panicked chatter, sobs, and screams from the others were now but a buzzing noise in the back of her mind. In fact, as she closed her eyes to replay the recent events with Hans, she found the noises comforting as they lulled her to sleep.
CRASH!
Norah sat up immediately. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but she knew she didn’t feel any more rested than before. From the window, she saw flames licking the side of the building, illuminating the dozens of police cars below. Forgetting her shyness, Norah ran up to the first person she could find. It was the same Japanese man she had spoken to before.
“What’s happening?” she interrogated breathlessly. The man shook his head solemnly.
“The police and FBI are here, but it is no use. There was an explosion. The fire is almost out…I think we are safe. But this is not a good sign. Not a good sign at all. I’d say our time is limited, Miss.”
Norah wanted to return to her solitude but she felt herself frozen in fear. Was Hans responsible for this? Would he spare her now? Norah needed to sleep. She needed to cry. She needed to scream. But more urgently, she had a more basic need that she had not realized in the frenzy of the moment…she needed to go to the bathroom.
The soda and water had gone straight through her. Norah looked around frantically. Didn’t they say Holly Gennero had asked for groups to go? She searched the room, but no one seemed to be leaving. Her eyes then scanned the room for Hans…even in spite of her blunder earlier, he would surely help. Trying to remain calm, Norah returned to her corner. She anxiously drummed her fingers, trying to focus on anything else. Surely any moment now, Hans would pop his head through and ask if she needed anything. Minutes later, she knew her circumstance had reached dire need. She had to find out if the groups had gone already. She strolled as nonchalantly as she could to a group of women and was relieved to see Holly among them.
“Holly,” she greeted timidly. “You don’t know me, my name is Norah Freeman. I was just wondering…hadn’t Ha….” she coughed, hoping Holly hadnt noticed the faux pas. She cleared her throat and began again. “Excuse me, allergies. Hadn’t the man agreed to bathroom breaks?” Holly nodded.
“He did, but we all went in rotations while you were asleep! I almost woke you, but I figured that was the first time you’d had peace all day.” Holly looked around the room for a glimpse of Hans. He was nowhere to be found.
“I’m not supposed to let anyone out alone,” she warned under her breath. “But I don’t see him anywhere…I think I can sneak you out.” Relieved, Norah followed Ms. Gennero out the lobby doors and into a dimly lit hallway. Their light footsteps echoed until a third set of heavier steps clopped behind them. A familiar bass voice with a touch of German accent spoke behind them.
“And just what do you two ladies think you’re doing?”
Holly Gennero and Norah Freeman whirled around to face the man behind the unmistakable voice. Hans wore a look of complete satisfaction at his ability to terrify the two women to their core. Norah’s heart nearly leapt from her chest and she opened her mouth to explain….but everything went dry and she couldn’t utter a single syllable. Holly, thankfully, was more brave.
“Well, you DID allow us to—“
Hans clicked his tongue in disapproval and held up a flat palm, signaling her to stop.
“Ms. Gennero, I did have the ah…misfortune of meeting with…Ms. Freeman, was it? Yes, well it seems that she is more than capable of speaking for herself. So if you don’t mind…” he walked toward her slowly, but menacingly. Norah was petrified…but equally aroused. Her lower region ached for two very different kinds of release. Norah’s heart picked up the pace as she realized she would have to explain her predicament to Hans.
“Well sir….I….that is, you told Ms. Gennero earlier…and I was sleeping….I missed it…”
Hans seemed even more pleased with himself at her flustered response.
“What is it that you need, Ms. Freeman?” he asked, almost amusedly.
Embarrassed, Norah spit out quickly, “Ineedtousetherestroom!” Hans grinned.
“Now, now, I didn’t quite understand. What was that again, please?”
Norah took a deep breath and looked into his undeniably smug face.
“I need to use the restroom.”
Hans smiled.
“You need to use the restroom….what?” he asked in a patronizing manner.
Norah was furious. She was anxious. She was….so, so turned on…
She looked straight into his eyes, flickering with mischief.
“I need to use the restroom, SIR.” A smile spread across Hans face. Through the grin, he responded.
“That’s kind of you to use your manners, Ms. Freeman. But the answer is no.”
Norah’s heart stopped and her pupils grew large. It was Holly, however, who exclaimed “WHAT?”
Hans began to pace, his hands fidgeting as he always did when he began a speech.
“Ms. Gennero, I am a man of my word. I promised to let you go in groups to the restroom and I did. I promised to get the lady with child a couch…and I did. I never promised to let others go after the designated time…and I will not. So the answer, you see…. is no.”
Norah scrutinized his face, looking for a hint that this was a joke. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer without a visit to the ladies room. Surely he wouldn’t torture her like this? Hans’ eyes met hers and she pleaded silently for him to change his mind.
“That is NOT fair…SIR! She was asleep!” Holly explained indignantly.
“Indeed. But that is not my fault. And so my answer is- and will unwaveringly be- no.” Though he was responding to Holly, his eyes never left Norah. “Now, Ms. Freeman….be a good little girl and go back to your corner where you belong.”
As a thank you to all my amazing mutuals, I will be writing an array of different drabbles! A total of 75 drabbles will be posted over the next few weeks .
Later on tonight, I’ll post a Masterpost with all of the prompts I plan to write. Of course, Alan in some form or another (one of his characters etc.), will be a main character and these will all be reader insert.
The first 25 will be angsty
The second 25 will be fluffy
The third 25 will be smutty
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Since I wasn’t able to post my Simply Alan Sunday post yesterday, here’s a little mini extra post for y'all. Again, I will be tagging from memory so forgive me if I don’t remember to tag you…
@mostlyrickman requested Alan winking and I was unable to find more than three of Alan doing so. I do hope y'all enjoy the ones I did find tho!
Guys… I am so so so so sorry I’m a day late! My internet was out yesterday and I couldn’t queue the post . I really hope y'all can forgive me. Also, I’m doing this on mobile while I’m at work so please forgive me if I forget to tag you. I’m doing this from memory… Anyway, without further ado, let’s get to what Sunday’s theme was…
*~Alan’s Gorgeous Eyes~*
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