Breathing Underwater Chapter 1: days like these
My hand slipped and I started a new WIP
Title: Breathing Underwater Rating: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Graphic Violence, Major Character Death (not Snape), Swearing (so much swearing) Dubious Consent, Substance Abuse, Panic Attacks, Semi-Public Sex, Dark, Noir Ship: Snape/OC Summary:
Severus Snape is a dirty cop. He’s been dirty for years. After Lily’s death at the hands of one of Tommy Riddle’s boys, he wants to be clean again. But once you’re on the take, it’s not exactly easy to get off of it. When his new partner, Miranda Rose, wants him to use his contacts to avenge a murder too close to home, Severus finds himself in over his head. Too bad he never learned how to breathe underwater. A Muggle Cop AU for RonsGirlFriday, based on her stunning fic, Silence for the Departed
From Chapter 1:
It was a shit day. They’d all been shit days since Lily died.
If he were being fair, he’d admit that they’d all been shit days, even before they’d put Lily in the ground six months ago.
But life had never been fair to Severus Snape. Why would he be fair to it?
It was Lupin that fucked things up this time. The second Severus’d hit the locker room, Lupin was there, saying hello with that sheepish smile he wore whenever he’d done something fucking stupid. Severus barely got his uniform on before he was called up to the front.
Lupin was suddenly way too interested in the paint peeling off the wall.
Great. This was going to be fucking wonderful.
Severus glared at the clock—twenty minutes to Roll Call. Too much time to pretend he didn’t hear the summons. With a snarl, he stalked out into the hallway, the flickering fluorescent lights casting blue shadows on his pasty skin. Would it kill them to use some LEDs? Fluorescents were the goddamn devil.
“What?” he said when he reached the reception desk.
Aurora Sinistra barely looked up at him. “Hello to you, too. Potter’s in the lobby. He wants to talk to you.”
God. Severus had barely wanted to talk to Lily’s husband when she’d been alive. Why the hell would he want to talk to James fucking Potter now?
“Tell him I’m busy.”
Aurora tapped her cherry red nails on the counter. Once upon a time, she used to scratch those down Severus’s back. But she’d gotten sick of waiting for him to get over another man’s wife.
To tell the truth, so had Severus.
“He’s been here for an hour. You’re going to talk to him. Or you tell him why you won’t.”
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