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Whispers and shipping

A/N:ok so this is of course from the poll I took as a reward for getting through the second chapter of my series.

warning: talks of danger and death if you squint really hard, minor cursing

Content: Severus x Reader oneshot

amount of words: 1.8k

P.S. : sorry if this seemed rushed. I promised you guys I'd do it this month without realizing I had said that towards the end of this month. So if this feel light weight that might be why

The relationship between the two of you felt like something against the odds. Everything screamed danger. The fact he was a double spy, and even if he wasnt he still had people that hated his guts for a reason he couldn't name. Overall, life just seemed like it didn't favour it.

But, that was never going to stop it. No matter what happened he vowed to constantly stick to your side like glue and make sure you were ok so life didn't have a chance to sink its claws into while you weren't looking.

You two also vowed to keep the relationship a secret. But that secret was something life wanted to let out apparently...

You were doing the usual. teaching when you started hearing whispers coming from the students during class. You thought nothing of it until you may or may not made slower swoops around the classroom to take a good look before your eye couldn't help but catch something.

On one of your favorite students desk was a chart showing who you were most apt to date. Of course now that you had seen it, you giggled and instead of tearing the page out or calling the students out for this, you instead joined in on this little game of fun just to also secretly see if they had caught on.

In horrible writing you looked at the chart and froze. You saw they purposely erased the bar where Snape's was and drew it higher than even Hagrid's. That could mean someone might have either told the student or he started catching on a little.

But the fear quickly died down when you started laughing seeing Lockheart highest knowing damn well he wasn't even close to your type.

"Really, Lockheart? I guess I could almost see something there but honestly... No just no." Your brutal honesty made the children erupt with laughter including the nervous student who thought he was about to go into the light because a teacher caught him.

"Tell me though, do you have any of these silly charts on any other people?" You asked softly. Thanks to your calm reaction, he answered honestly. "No m'am, this is the first time I have ever made a chart like this."

You paused and nodded taking it as truth for now until otherwise. "Alright, but next time, try to make it more... Realistic." You said making the students giggle before they all started whispering a little.

"Your telling me a student was writing a silly little chart about who you would most likely date?" Severus was practically on the verge of exploding for more reasons than one.

"Relax Severus! Let the children have a little fun. Besides, if you don't calm down I wont tell you the rating scores." You said chuckling a little to yourself

To your surprise, he actually calmed down. You followed though telling him the whole thing. You regretted it a little since now he was scared yet again.

He also felt... possesive. The fact the students thought it was some one else secretly made his blood boil. Sure, it was reassuring that the lime light wasnt on you two, but that certainly made him more protective.

"Why would they even think you would date that pompous no brained horn dog" He said bitterly swirling a little the coffee in his cup.

You blushed a little since this was his way of showing that you meant a lot to him. After all, who wouldn't feel good having they're boyfriend go ape-crap after someone thought you were dating someone else.

"darling, why yes he had the brains of a five your old, you can see why the teens swoon over him. We all have had a mindless handsome jock or two in our life. I mean afterall, think of-" Before you were able to finish, it felt like you stepped in quick sand or uncharted territory.

He slowly turned o you with those dark eyes. "Like...who...?" You sighed and finished, "Well... Like James." Practically saying the name felt like you were throwing up poison and Severus didn't like it either.

But amazingly enough, instead of getting moody and dark, he just scoffed and replied, "Honestly that boy made mermaids throw up looking at him."

You quickly laughed realizing this may have very well been the first joke you've heard from him. He smiled knowing how well he roasted James alive before going back to reading the newspaper and finishing his coffee.

Even though he made such a good roast, something told you that this wasnt over. Not yet anyay.

It was now the Yule Ball, a introverts worst nightmare including your boyfriend's.

"Honey, we don't even have to dance. All we have to do is go to the teachers room, say hello maybe clink a few glasses then go back." You said trying to reassure him that he wasnt going to self-implode because he stepped outside.

He sighed nodding, "Very well, lets get this over with" And before you knew it, the two of you were getting dressed and ready.

The entire time, you felt his eyes linger on you longer than usual. Like he wanted to say something but it wasnt quite reaching his mouth. You shrugged thinking that it would come up at some point and you didn't want to rush him.

As soon as you opened the teachers lounge door, you were met with laughter and a sudden warmth. It felt nice and of course you two quickly gravitated towards Minerva.

After visiting and talking for a while with her, you moved on to talk with other people, meanwhile he remained your shadow, always sticking close behind. But he quickly noticed his enemy

Lockheart

Without any wanting, Severus quickly hugged you from behind wrapping his dark cloak around you like a bat while staring down Lockheart.

Lockheart being the dork that he was did not know what the hell was going on but decided to at least leave it alone before he stepped into something he shouldnt.

Meanwhile your face was as bright as a firework. It felt like everyone's eyes were on you. But it faded away as you felt the chill from winter melting not realizing how much warmth his cloak keeps in.

It made sense since he was able to stay hours making potions in his dungeon without a single shiver while you were turning into a Popsicle.

But this also meant the secret was becoming less like a secret and more like a diary left open for everyone to read. You didn't mind it that much, but you had a feeling Severus was going to scold himself later.

But once the party was over, you two started to head back to your shared quarters.

Before you knew it, you were quickly pinned to the wall and kissed like Severus was starving and you were a nice meal. "S-Severus what on ear-" Before you could finish he was already re-crashing his lips against yours.

Of course you started to try and ask questions before he pulled his cloak more around you and brought up his knee gently digging it into your crotch knee grinding making you quickly shut up or else you would let out a moan

Before though he was able to make any more advances, the sound of feet echoed throughout the walls making him quickly pull back.

Instead of being met with a teacher though, instead it was the little boy who made the chart. Severus meanwhile was cursing himself internally.

You pulled yourself together a bit more before you were met with the most excited eyes ever. He finally had a answer as to who you were dating and he was excited.

You bent down so you were eye level with him before saying, "Can you keep a secret?" The boy eagerly nodded before you rose back up ruffling the boys hair before sending him off

He nodded excitingly before dashing to his house's dorm. Severus's muttered something about stupid Gryffindor's to which you let out a chuckle.

Never have you been more grateful for his cloak.

As soon as you two got inside, he was a wreck. "Im sorry if I embarrassed you, really. Its just... I..." He didn't even know how to word himself which was surprisingly since he is a man made of words.

You knew though that sometimes, not even words could explain a situation or feelings well enough. So without a word, He started making coco for you. He didn't make any for himself since in his words 'chocolate is a muggle thing'.

But he would gladly do anything that made you happy. Even if it didn't exactly make sense to him. He sat down next to you and gave you the mug to which you gladly accepted. That hot chocolate was the best hot chocolate you thought you ever had.

Before you were able to compliment him, he curled up on your lap like a cat. His head resting on your thighs and curled up. You felt like you might just squeal from how cute and nice he was being. Of course he was always this way, but when you felt down and he did something like this, it meant a lot more.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair making him smile faintly before taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm really sorry for what I did. I hope I didn't put you in danger. I shouldn't have let my possessiveness take over like that." He said practically beating himself up for what he did. But you understood him and why he did that.

"Its ok, I understand." He let out a sigh before going back to resting on your lap. Throughout the last part of the day, he continued to do small acts of service that made your heart soar.

He was like a raven if it took on human form because he loved bringing you random trinkets or shiny things. Anything that he knew you liked. As always, you put some on your night stand and saved the rest to put on your desk later.

But for now, it was the best part of he day, snuggling into him at night. He rubbed and scratched your back so good you thought you were at a spa meanwhile he placed slow gentle forehead kisses.

He wasnt just a man, he was a gentleman

You placed the trinkets on your desk expecting there to be hundred of questions since you were caught by that one student in the hallway. But instead, you were met with the normal amount of children chatting.

You as usual would walk around the students desks while teaching and you noticed that the bar on the date chart for severus was now all the way up and lockheart barely had a atom of bar.

You chuckled internally knowing that now Severus's honor had been saved

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1: Syrup covered dignity

Warning: crashing, nothing much else really

Series: sin and pastries

content: judge Claude Frollo x reader

Word count: 2.3k

He started out his day like normal. Getting up, eating something and then usually studying. But his study was swiftly interrupted when his guards practically broke his doors to get to him. "there better be a good reason as to why you have broken in here like animals."

His tone dripped with malice before one of the guards managed to pipe up. "sir, we heard that there is a huge heist being schemed by the gypsies and we might know where they're hiding at."

He quickly caught on to what they were saying and got the location before swiftly speed-walking towards his horse. With a whiny from the horse he dashed down the streets making people gasp and quickly move before they turned into pancakes.

He saw one of the Romani's the guards described to him and started chasing him on horseback. The man ran for dear life before Frollo started smelling the strong aroma of something... sweet?

Before he was able to tell where it was coming from or why, he snapped back to look in front of him pulling on the reins to a quick halt before disaster struck.

The festival of fools was coming quicker than you realized. Your small bakery liked to make usually something to celebrate even though it was against policy. Your bakery had taken in gypsies many times and we're happy to help however they could.

You were doing the usual, preparing certain bowls and utensils before hearing someone walk in. There standing in all his retina burning yellow and purple glory was Clopin.

"I know you like wearing that for kids, but do you wear that while even doing errands?" You teased, chuckling to yourself. "Ah, but you see children are everywhere! What if I bumped into a child who looked sad?" He replied pulling down on the bells of his hat to make him look sad.

You two had a bit of a brother sister relationship since you were friends from childhood. "Alright, I get the point Mr. Sad face. Now, what treat are you wanting for the festival?"

He quickly changed his face, smiling mischievously. He leaned over the counter with the widest grin you would swear you heard his face pop a muscle. "I was thinking this time, we do something a bit more... adventurous?"

You sighed, closing your eyes and rubbing the bridge of your nose. "I swear to God... what is it?" You wanted to get it over and done with just to hear what insane idea he came up with. "I was thinking maybe filling up a huge wooden bathtub with I don't know... maybe syrup?"

You genuinely had to pause to see whether or not he was joking. "Are... are you actually serious?" He giggled nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I saw a bunch of kids really sad and I may or may not have promised them they would bathe themselves in syrup at this festival" He said looking down shamefully.

"number one, do you know how hard it is to get syrup out of hair, let alone clothes? And number two... why is it the first thing you think of to cheer up a child is bathing them in something they'll have to pick out for weeks?"

He just shrugged as if his character and personality already proved himself that he would be crazy enough to do that. You sat down in your chair trying to think of how on God's green earth you were going to get your hands on that much syrup. The cost of it would be more than five of these bakeries.

But you remembered, the cathedral liked to donate to businesses to convince them that if there were gypsies nearby they would let the cathedral know. You ran into the basement scaring Clopin for a second from how fast you dashed towards there.

Sure enough, there were two chests filled with a generous amount of gold and silver. You quickly ran back up to tell Clopin, "how does two bathtubs filled with syrup sound?"

With Clopin running letters for you, sure enough the syrup was delivered to a port nearby. You quickly bolted to your trusty horse, then galloping to the dock hoping you were on time. There in all its glory in a carriage, the perfect sticky substance that would make this festival amazing.

You hooked up the carriage to the tack on your horse and quickly slapped the reins trying to get as quick to the bakery as possible. But you felt like something was wrong when zooming by people you saw them waving frantically at you.

You didn't think too much of it, it was probably just people dancing and getting ready for the festival... right? Oh how wrong you were. You were at a four lane intersection when you looked to your left before seeing judge Frollo himself on horseback about to collide with you.

Before you could do anything, Frollo's horse quickly toppled on top of your carriage crushing the thin fabric that went above it that protected it from rain. Syrup went absolutely everywhere, getting crushed by the full weight of the horse's body before a crack was heard as the carriage broke in half from the black Shire’s weight.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut knowing that this was going to be a long and tedious explanation. How stupid it could sound, 'hi judge of death! I just so happened to need this much syrup for my glutenous self because I just love pancakes!'

You had never seen the man in person but you heard practically horror stories from how other people described him, mainly Clopin. But then again, Clopin tended to over exaggerate practically everything he talked about.

But, you quickly hopped down from your horse and walked to where he was, still crumpled on top of the horse and absolutely covered head to toe in syrup. Just looking at the scene you could already imagine your beheading for this.

"I'm so sorry sir, I should have stopped and looked both-" before you were able to finish, he looked you in the eyes. You actually were able to recognize him from long ago. You used to play with him as a child. But you didn't know he was now a judge of death.

He opened his eyes and pulled his arms away before managing to see you and started to slowly recognize you.

He heard her starting to apologize before he got down from the crash quickly checking on his horse. Once seeing he was ok, he took off his hat and wrung it out making puddle upon puddle being made on the cobblestone street made of syrup.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you have an entire carriage full of syrup." He said looking at you with the most calculating of gazes. You stammered trying to come up with a reason before he stopped you. "Actually, I have a better question. Have we met before?"

You were stunned. You thought he would be furious but he instead was trying to get to know you. "O-oh, I'm (reader's name)!" You said quickly, snapping out of your thoughts.

It looked like something clicked in his brain, "Are you the same child that once beat another boy with a rolling pin?" You couldn't help but giggle fondly at the memory of when you were little. "Yes, I am. And in my defence, he deserved it."

And for once in his life, he let out a chuckle. Not one of evil intent, but one of actual delight. You were absolutely stunned. You were able to make the judge who was ready to kill anything that moved laugh, even after getting syrup all over him!

"Quite a fond memory. Say, once I get these robes washed and my horse cleansed, what would you think of maybe dinner at the palace of justice with me?" He said with a slight smile. You looked at his face to see if there was any ill-intent. But you only found a man genuinely wanting to reunite with an old friend.

"That sounds absolutely lovely." You found yourself actually getting a little excited at the idea of dinner with him. He seemed to favor you a little and what's wrong in remedying that? (Other than the fact he was a bit of a racist cough cough)

He asked one of the guards that patrolled the area to call for a carriage to carry his horse since it fell unconscious but not dead from the crash. Meanwhile, you offered for him to wait inside your bakery since it was probably going to take a while.

He gladly accepted and you led him to the building pulling him a seat to rest on. "I apologize if I get any syrup on these chairs." He said actually emended with real remorse "eh, it's seen worse. Once, I accidentally got batter all over it. It was quite the mess if I do say so myself.”

He just smiled appreciating the refreshing conversation feeling at ease since usually the main people he talked to like his guards, they always stuttered and trembled before him. Meanwhile, you did not. And it made him a bit happier without even realizing it.

You figured while he was waiting, you’d lighten up the mood and fix up something for him to make up for the whole accident. You started working on some croissants with strawberries in them with frost filling. The sweet scent filled the hair making Frollo’s nose twitch.

“Are you making something or am I just smelling the syrup?” He said confusingly. You chuckled, shaking your head. “No sir, I'm actually making some treats for you as a way to make up for this sticky disaster.” He couldn't help but smile a bit, it had been years since he had ever had someone do something nice for him out of their own heart.

“Also, if you're tired of sitting in syrup, I have some spare clothes for you to change into. Usually, we save them for employees when they get flour or something on their shirt. But, I think I can make an exception.”

He nodded, getting up making squishing sounds from his robe which was soaking wet. “Thank you. Where do I go to change?” He asked. “Oh, you can just go into the basement and change since the clothes are down there anyways. I think there is also an empty bin to place your dirty clothes in.”

With that, he walked into the basement and started changing himself. It has been a couple of minutes and the treats were done. Without thinking, you went into the basement to tell him.

“I just wanted to tell you that-” before you were able to finish, you saw him shirtless only in the pants he just put on. Both of you blushed beet red. “Sorry sorry, so sorry!” You shrieked while walking out quickly shutting the door behind you.

You then sat down in front of the door covering your face with your hands trying to cover your now red cheeks. Your mind kept replaying what happened. The way the remnant of syrup glistened on his body. The way he made skinny look appetizing.

You quickly got up going over to the table trying to go back to normal not wanting to make him feel awkward after what happened. He walked in doing the same thing as you. Trying to act like nothing happened so things don't become awkward.

“Good news! The sweets didn't burn!” You said trying to relax the atmosphere to which he smiled. “That's good, what did you make?” He said curiously. “It may not be as good as what you already probably eat daily, but it's one of our signature treats.” You then put the pan on the counter letting him see it. He brought one to his mouth and made a warm smile. A smile you never thought he could wear.

“Forgive me if they're a little burnt. I sometimes tend to leave them in a little too long.” You said leaning against the counter. He just promptly shook his head and responded, “this is the best food I've had in eons. I'm tempted to make you my personal baker. I’d pay you much better than the scraps you get paid here.”

It seemed today, he in particular, was full of surprises. You, his personal baker? It would be nice to say the least. But you realized that this also was going to get hard since you for some reason just now realized that all that syrup was gone. You really should have saved the other chest instead of getting twice the amount. But, maybe not all of the syrup was crushed. You could go and check later, otherwise you would look even more suspicious.

But you realized you needed to respond to what he was asking. “Oh, that would be amazing! Maybe I could even put nuts in it?” You teased before both of you chuckled. Even since he was little, he hated nuts. Not because he was allergic, more of he just didn't like the taste or texture.

“Still making jokes like that? My, nothing much has changed about you.” He said a bit surprised at how much you were the same. “Well, I'm honored. I think?” But before you were able to say anything else, a carriage finally arrived to carry his horse which was sleeping at the moment.

You could tell he was a bit sad that this ended but was happy at least to be going back home. “I guess that's my leave. Tell me though, do you still want to join me for dinner?” He asked while making his leave from the building. “As long as you aren't filled up on treats, yes.”

With another smile from him, he left

After he left though, you realized that he had left his syrup covered clothes from earlier. You put them in the wash bucket and cleaned them before hanging them up to dry. All the whole thinking.

“I guess I'm going to have dinner with the judge.”

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Umbridge? More like Umbit-

series: against our better judgement

Warnings: horrible grammar and spelling. cursing, mentions of child abuse, and PTSD aswell as a slight panic attack. Mentions of self harm, kind of. Umbridge 🤢

Contains: Snape x reader!wife, Angst, hurt & comfort. Fluff

words: 1181

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You both were very traumatized people. You both wore a fake identity, one wanting to be seen as intimidating, harsh, and brutal. While the other wanted to be seen as the comedian, fun-loving, cheer up kind of person.

But somehow you both were the only ones to see through eachothers fake mask and still loved eachother deeply.

You could say that you saw him as a black cat. Something that everyone hated for something he couldnt even help nor fix, he even acted as a stray cat whenever you went to give him affection. He always leaned in as if silently asking not to stop.

He absolutely cherished you to no end, and wasnt even afraid to show that knowledge in public. He loved holding your hand, wrapping his hands around your stomach and resting his head ontop of yours while you talked to some one.

Its like no matter what, your souls would always find safety with eachothers presence alone. But sometimes one of your masks would break showing just how truly they felt.

when Umbridge came into the picture, it was like your whole mask shattered. The fake persona of being seen as the lighthearted, sweet professor was prone to fault which scared you more than you realized or cared to realize anyway.

You grew up with a very controlling and quite toxic mother, and you deep down were deathly terrified that Umbridge acted exactly like that women.

Anytime you, your husband, and Umbridge were in the same room, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Snape alrighty hated this woman. But since he knew you had alot of trauma from your mother and from how you described your mother, he now hated her 45 times more.

Anytime she was even in the same room, He was holding you or touching you in some way. Trying to soothe and reassure you while at the same time showing Umbridge not to mess you you.

But unfortunately, Umbridge did not take the hint. At all... You were doing your usual of teaching children about whatever subject, when you messed up reading the wrong page. You and everyone else laughed and everyone moved one. Except one.

You went to the teachers lounge afterwards, resting against Snape on the couch while grading some paper and what not, when Umbridge walked up to the two of you.

"Would you mind if i borrowed Y/N for a second?" She said in fake innocent tone. Of course you tensed, fearing that this day would come from when she first stepped foot in here.

Just as you thought you were tense, you could almost literally feel Severus's blood boil. His grip tightened on your waist. "I dont think that is necessary." He replied in a much more darker tone.

"Nonsense, no need to get all defensive. Don't want me telling Dumbledore now do we?" He was about to put her in her place before you gently squeezed his arm trying to get him to calm down.

He looked at you before sighing. As much as he hated this, he knew you two would have to play nicely. Atleast, for now.

You got up and started to follow her. You winked at him trying to get him to calm down since you could see how concerned he was for your wellbeing.

"This is taking too damn long.." He said to himself pacing back and forth in your shared quarters. It actually was a little longer then necessary, and it was driving you husband crazy.

Eventually you finally came back and opened the door. Before he could even ask any thing you started having a panic attack right next to the door.

He practically flew over to you. He didnt ask anything not wanting to make your panic attack worse, and instead he lead you to the bed. He picked you up bride style and sat on the couch. He gently shushed you and even rocked you. (this man is AMAZING at panic attack comfort)

When you finally calmed down, he started to place you in the bed before stopping noticing something. He pulled up your sleeves only to find your wrists littered in bleeding lines.

Now he was absolutely livid with Umbridge

But, he controlled himself and instead he focused on you. He continued to make gentle shushing sounds as he ever so delicately placed you in bed.

He left to go to the bathroom to retrieve some medical supplies so your wounds wouldnt get infected. He came back and sat on the bed next to you starting to gently put on the supplies.

Once he was done, he went straight back to holding you. His chest made the perfect pillow, especially with how much emotional turmoil you were in.

Some how this man was able to comfort you without saying a single word, and its something you admired him for. He started peppering your face and neck with kisses knowing that used to make you giggle when you were first dating.

All he was currently looking for was to make you smile before lights were out. He then gently pressed kissed on your hand and fingers and particularly placed a long one on your wedding ring. He always loved doing that since the day you two were first married.

When you finally cracked a smile, he himself smiled. "I love you." He said kissing your forehead. "I love you more, Sevy." You replied before letting sleep finally claim you.

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You woke up seeing for the first time that you husband was the first to wake up since he was gone without a trace. Well... maybe without a trace isnt the right word since when you went into the kitchen, he already had made you breakfast.

You ate it and thought nothing of it, probably just a fluke. That was until you went out to teach as usual. Umbridge weirdly enough was acting very skittish.

avoiding you at any cost and acting like a scared chihuahua. Something was deadly wrong and you needed answers. Even Minerva was confused.

Thats when it all clicked. You scrambled to your husbands potion dungeon. Sure enough, he was standing their acting so innocent while adding potions to the mix he was making in the cauldron.

"Honey, would you care to explain why Umbridge is suddenly avoiding me like the plague?" He replied without even looking up, "Maybe she has the plague, or maybe she's learned her place?"

You chuckled and hugged him from behind, and he was happy to accept. He gently intertwined his fingers with your hands there were resting on his torso.

"Who'd knew I'd be married to a snake with venom to less?" He smirked and replied, "What can i say, i only bite when necessary." You quickly retorted, "Then explain why you always bite my neck?"

His voice became more sultry, now turning around to start kissing your neck where the bites were. "Have to show people like that other rancid women who you belong to, and i think the ring isnt enough~"

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Rage turned into action

A/N: huge massive round of applause to @muiitoloko for this fic. She made this series not me, im just continuing it. If you want to re-read this series, here's the first part!

Warning: blood, gore, hints at sexual harassment, mild language

Series: Hunger's Hollow

content: Frank Benson x reader

amount of words: 1.7k

You cried kicking and screaming fighting against them. It was the last thing you remembered before they hit the back of your head knocking you cold out. Frank tried to keep up chasing you for a good while before the truck got too fast. He for once felt like you. A desperate kind of sadness.

For a long while he just fell to his knees wondering what to do but he didn't have that much thinking power due to the disease. He looked to his right and saw Feliz trying to catch up, meowing loudly obviously disturbed by the situation. He realized then just how much you had given him something to fight for. So, he picked Felix and placed him on his shoulder before starting the long journey following where the truck went by trying to follow your scent.

Meanwhile the deepest part inside him hoped it wouldn't be the last time he smelled you.

After phasing in and out of consciousness, you woke up feeling like you were tied sitting upright in a chair. You were blindfolded trying to figure out what was going on before hearing the wiggle of a door knob. Then, footsteps seemed to get closer till the supposed person pulled a chair opposite of you.

“Forgive me if the men who brought you here were a bit… crooked. Unfortunately, since most of the population died, we’ve been desperate to hire people.”

The voice spoke sickeningly sweet, like a snake trying to act like a doe. “Who the hell are you?” You said bitterly not trusting a single thing they said before pulling off your blind-fold. That's when it hit. It was one of Frank’s closest old friends who also worked for the government. But he seemed crooked.

“Since you already know me, I'm going to cut right to the chase. Do you have any idea as to why you're here?”

“I was hoping you might be the one to enlighten me since I'm the one who was kidnapped here.” You retorted with a little less bite but still very watery not trusting him in the slightest. “I was almost hoping you’d say that. You see, I need to know how much information you have on a few things.” Meanwhile, he started pulling out a few files before asking the first question.

“How much did Frank tell you about the drug?” You paused for a moment, not really surprised but a little taken back. “All I know is that it affected the whole globe. I'm not sure how nor why but… I just know it caused the biggest problem worldwide.”

“How would you feel if I were to… satisfy those questions for you?” He spoke a bit more darkly. “Actually, no need to reply, I already know you want it.” He quickly changed his tune going back to being sly.

“You see, you probably think that this whole thing is one big accident. But… it's far far from it.” Now that was something that intrigued you before he continued. “You probably remember when those murders started happening with certain criminals. People called it a freak accident. But, the government and I called them lab rats”

He had the most terrifying Cheshire smile as you realized how deep this rabbit hole went. “We wanted to test a drug that could make people become rabid like dogs. Rabies, but for humans.”

“But why, what was the purpose!?” You said, sounding a bit more desperate than you realized. But, you wanted to know what the purpose was for this horrific event that marred your husband.

“It was actually for two reasons. The main one is control. You probably also remember those riots. Truth was, the government was scared they were losing control. After all, even with all the guns in the world, with enough hope and people rallied together… they could become America's own greatest foe. So, when your enemies start to look threating… take away their thinking power.”

The information sunk in like a ton of bricks. At first, you wanted to refute it, but the evidence was overwhelming. Everything just fit together like one big puzzle piece. You were dead quiet allowing him to continue.

“The second reason is to get rid of the governments 'embarrassments’. When you think about it, information leaks can sometimes happen unexpectedly. So, when you wipe the memory clean from said person, no longer a problem now is it?”

“Does that mean-” “Your husband was one of the ones on the death list. He found out about the drug and we decided that if he made a big commotion, we just couldn't allow that to happen.”

You had never felt more betrayed in your entire life. But Frank suffered the worst of the deal. He knew that the drug was going to kill millions of people but before he could even do anything about it, he was injected with it.

Almost out of pure reflex you rammed your head into his causing him to stumble back falling backwards onto the floor. He brought a hand up to his forehead before looking at it, seeing a smear of blood. But instead of freaking out, he just chuckled. “Now you see why I had to tie you to the chair.”

“Did you bring me here for a reason or just decided to take the piss out of me. You better tell me what the fuck your plan is before head butting is the least of your concern.” He just smiled, almost as sinister as before as he got back up brushing the dust off his suit. “No no, you're here for a reason. Once we injected him with it, most people usually became brainless and would develop the hunger later. Not him, he immediately ran out slaughtering anyone who came into his path. Even armed men. Nothing could stop him. He looked like he was on a mission to find something he lost. We wanted to use that anger for ourselves, but he left. We managed to place a tracker on him and figured out you were his weakness. But now that we have his sweet wife, he will probably be just as determined to walk back in here.”

He then had the audacity to smile snarkily before starting to leave. You gritted your teeth together fighting against the restraints. “How can you do this with a clean conscience!?”

He paused and without even turning to look back at you, he answered, “Who said I even had one?”

He was ignoring every chance of food as he walked. There were plenty of squirrels, mice, and even dead people as he made his way to find. But, he didn't even look at them once. Too determined to find out where you were. Felix the whole time purring contently in his pocket.

He finally walked up to the old HQ. His brain desperately tried to put together memories of when he worked here but it kept coming to a dead end. Thanks to you though reviving his humanity, he started to develop a plan on how to get in.

He jumped over the barbed wire fence like it was no big deal before seeing all sorts of zombies. His brain felt like something was familiar. What he didn't realize was all of the zombies inside the fence were his old friends who also found out about the drug and now we're used as guard dogs for intruders.

One of them turned to Frank and was about to alert some guards before Frank grabbed their withered hand. A bunch of grunts ensued as they tried to communicate with each other. After a while, he managed to convince them to help him and now had a team behind him.

There were only two guards stationed outside since most strangers were scared off by the zombies. Frank and his team quickly killed both the guards. A walkie talkie spoke from one of the guards' pockets asking if there were any dangers. Frank cleared his throat (or what was left of it) before pressing a button and saying, “all clear, over.” He managed to do it like muscle memory, not even realizing how many times he used to do this before the disease.

Surprisingly, the people inside thought it was the guards and didn't push the matter. Frank dropped the walkie talkie before heading inside. Some of the members that were feasting on the guards’ bodies stopped and followed him thinking that he might need help and went back to following him.

You were unfortunately not in the best of hands, you were watched by two guards who occasionally punched you or humiliated you in a language you couldn't understand. It felt just as hurtful as if you did understand it. The guy was right when he said the government had to hire scraps since apparently they were all too happy to do whatever they’d like.

But just as you were about to lose all hope, you heard screams and flesh being torn. You thought maybe it was an ambush before hearing grunts and growls. The two guards quickly ran out to try and help thin the herd of zombies but it was already too late. All you did was smirk knowing Frank found a way to help you.

Sure enough, the door broke in half making you wince and standing front and center was your husband absolutely drenched in blood and chunks of organs. He nodded to the others signaling he didn't need their help anymore and they could actually spend time eating the new corpses.

With the surprising gentleness of a butterfly, he gently took Felix out of his pocket and put him on your lap since he figured the small creature always made you happy. Meanwhile, he ripped apart the top that tied you to the chair.

He carried you bride style with Felix still in your lap out of the room before growling lowly signaling to the other zombies not to mess with you. Fortunately, they were too content with the already numerous corpses to really care.

He carried you for hours until seeing a good shelter which was an old museum. He placed you inside before also giving you a mango that remained in one of his pockets. At this moment, you had never seen him look so… human.

“Thank you Frank.” You said gently before intertwining your hand with his. He just grumbled like it was absolutely normal.

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Comfort and pleasure

A/N: ya'll seemed to really get your hopes up since not a single person said no in the poll for this. But beware, this is going to be FILLED with fluff. of course with a whole pound of smut but fluff is mainly highlighted here. Also THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT so please go easy on me in the comments.

(IM OBSESSED WITH COMFORT SMUT)

Warning: SMUT, mentions of incest (if ykyk), talks of SA if you squint your eyes hard enough, slight cursing

content: Sinclair Bryant x reader, angst, fluff, comfort, smut

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Who'd knew that the fluffy golden retriever like man before you would now be your soon-to-be husband. Not that you were complaining, but it all felt like one big dream.

He was literally everything a women could want in a man! Sweet, funny, charming, gentle, kind, did i mention sweet? You could go on and on for hours about all of your favorite things about him.

But it shocked you to find out that he could go on about what he loved about you aswell. At first though you mistook it because he was just always a nice guy, never thinking he actually meant it in a loyal romantical way.

How wrong you were, but for once you were so happy that you were wrong. Both of you were extremely touch starved which meant that you two were more perfect for eachother than first thought.

So when you two were ready, you stayed at his place and cuddled for the entire night. No words were really needed to be spoken that night. Nothing that a little body language could confess on its own.

Ever since that day, he was like a puppy bringing you anything that would make you happy and put a smile on your face. Even if it was a little one, to him it lit up his world.

From just spending some domestic time with you, to buying you a fucking yacht. This man would dig for gold if you so much as mentioned it.

But there was still a shadow he hated that followed him silently lurking trying to find the right time to attack him.

You had just come home and went to find Sinclair to see how he was doing when he flinched when you went to caress his cheek. "S-Sorry, I.." He just gently took your hand and kissed it trying to process what happened. You knew why and gently asked, "Let me guess, Natalie?"

He nodded and before he knew it, tears started to form in his eyes, Never had you wanted to see Natalie choke and grasp for air to your own hands so much right now.

You two just snuggled as he wouldnt stop apologizing got ruining the tender moment. You would probably have to beat it out of the man in order for him to stop blaming himself for everything.

Thats when it hit him, you didnt scold him for his feelings. You didnt make him feel invalid, you didnt scream or yell. He now realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and he decided to make it final.

He surprised you the next day by taking you out for a little spin on his yacht. You just thought it was going to be a normal boat ride.

oh how happily mistaken you were

You turned around to try and find some sunscreen and when your turned back, you saw him down on one knee. You felt your heart start to race, your cheeks scorching, and fingers twitching.

You must be dreaming, right!? He pulled out a pretty ring with a glistening diamond in the middle. You honestly though couldnt care less about 'hOw ExpEnsIvE It wAs', you were just overjoyed that this beautiful man before you was now wanting to marry you.

He also managed to finally drag you to move into his home, which was amazing since now you didnt have to worry about constantly getting into a car crash driving back home at 3 in the morning.

It also meant you could cuddle him for longer which is a NEED. But finally came the day that both of you were excited for but at the same time some what secretly dreading.

It was finally time to do the ✨𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂✨ (IM SO SORRY BUT I HAD TO)

He was mainly scared though. He foresaw so many different ways at how it could go wrong. You getting disgusted by him, accidently hurting you, he was honestly not going to complain if you two never had sex for your whole lives.

He was just mainly scared of disappointing you like he thought he did (the bitch we shall not name anymore). That women left so many scars on him that he found himself avoiding the things that once brought him joy in the first place.

But ever since you came into his life, he realized that he started to slowly pick up hobbies and other little things that once made him happy and he started actually finding that joy he had in it like those years ago.

You had a much more Simple reason though as to why you were skeptical. To put it as plainly as possible, you a virgin by every means. Even your hymens existence was a clear sign of it.

You feared that you werent near as skilled or knowledgeable enough that you would make him unhappy. And you already knew how painful it was when you saw Sinclair upset. It made you went to jump off a cliff.

It was like watching a puppy cry. So that made the mere idea of sex much more monstrous than it actually was. But little did you two realize that one night would solve practically most of the both of you' s fears.

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You both discussed the fact that you were a virgin and had specifically made a day in which to go for it, but not exactly pushing for it either. Mainly just to test the waters to see how it felt, and that day was finally here.

You were surprised at how domestic and fluffy it was.

He started out by getting the most fluffiest blankets you had ever seen and wrapping it around the two of you on the couch while you watched TV.

You were playing with those extremely fluffy locks of blonde hair on his head, admiring it. "How the hell does my husband have better hair than me?"

He felt a little bit of heat rising to his cheeks hearing the word 'husband' come out of your mouth so smoothly. It felt subtly intoxicating and he silently hopped you would continue to use it.

"What can i say, im your Golden Retriever in every way." He teased before taking your hand that was once playing with his hair down to his lips so he could place a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

After a while, you two decided to turn up the heat By cuddling in just the undergarments'. This man continued to surprise you. Most men always just got straight to the point but he surprisingly was very gentle and domestic about all of this.

He started to gently pepper kisses on your forehead and tenderly tracing patterns on your arm, making sure you stayed relaxed and comfortable about all of this.

You two continued to ask eachother if you felt comfortable so no one felt uncomfortable. Then finally came the moment of the big reveal. You noticed though that he hesitated slightly.

You gently stroked his arm. "Are you sure your comfortable with this?" He nodded before placing another gentle kiss on your forehead. "Dont worry about me, worry about you."

Truth was, he was trying to hide his own feelings by drowning himself in yours. It was also just easy for him to do since his love for you transcended bounds.

So, with a couple more minutes, you two finally got out of the final few pieces of clothing. He was looking at you like you hung the stars. You int urn did the same.

You two went back to cuddling. He meanwhile shifted her head slightly so he could start peppering kissed on your neck. His tender stroked started getting closer and closer to your abdomen.

He was about to go further before he shakily but tenderly asked "D-Do you mind if i have permission to touch you?" You wouldnt mind if the slightest if you gave this man your entire bank account information at this point.

"Y-Yes, i trust you." He let those words from you sink in and before you knew it, he gently cupped your sex. You quickly had to cover your mouth to stifle a moan.

He himself looked at you in slight shock for a moment since you were absolutely ｓｏａｋｅｄ for him. (and gurl who can blame you) He was mainly surprised since he never really found himself as that attractive so the pact you were a literal swimming pool made his head dizzy.

He made a plan in his head and made sure to ease you into this as simple and as easy as possible. You felt your entire spine jolt as those gorgeous fingers of his started rubbing your clit.

He meanwhile continued to kiss you, and even gently shushed you. Not to shut you up, but to help keep you calm and prevent overstimulation.

"S-Sinny-", you said shakily not really knowing what the coiling in your abdomen meant. He realized you probably didnt under stand what a orgasm was and he started to gently and tenderly guide you through what to do.

"Shhh, its ok. Its completely normal. Just try to let go and instead focus on the other sensations." He picked up the pace ever so slightly with his finger in your clit and before you knew it. you were sent spiraling toward the edge.

You looked up at him only to find him tenderly smiling at you. "You did such a good job for you first time, honey." You could just about easily cum again with those pet names and that tenderness of his.

After a while of resting, he figured it was time to take it up to the final notch. "Alright, are you ready?"

You nodded and the blanket that was bundled up around his lower torso was gone to reveal his hardened member leaking and begging for release. You realized that it had been like that ever since he first cupped your sex.

You were highly impressed by how much control and restraint he had of his own self. He looked at you again as if to double check and he aimed his cock towards your entrance, his tip gently poking your hole.

The sensation alone could make you drool, and after a little more conformation from you he finally pushed his dick inside you.

You let out more of a whimper than a moan due to the sharp pain of your hymen breaking. He winced in sympathetic empathy has he felt and saw little drops of blood trickling down his member.

He kept some rags on the couch just for this moment and he gently cleaned the blood. All the while he kissed your head and neck constantly trying his hardest to keep you relaxed.

Pain and pleasure started to rival eachother but thanks to his tender actions and words, pleasure started to win. He managed to shakily ask, "Are you ready for me to move? Its fine if not, love."

"Y-Yes please." You said just as shakily. With your consent, he went at a slow and gentle pace. Your hands trembled against his back and your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist.

He seemed to actually love the feeling and even encouraged it as he used one hand to keep a leg around him. Coziness and pleasure was definitely a good combo.

The familiar feeling of the coiling in your abdomen and your moans were signs of it. Your inner walls squeezing his dick making him groan. Finally with a final thrust you once again climaxed and so did he.

But this time, you could feel his liquids pouring into yourself making you feel full yet warm. He kept himself wrapped around you as he shifted to where you were laying ontop of him.

He kept his member still deep inside you so you would have to feel the empty feeling of being with it. You both looked into each others eyes. The only thing being heard was breathing and the crickets outside adding a melody for you two.

The fluffy blankets were pulled up and he made sure to tuck you in letting you steal his warmth. With a kiss to your forehead, the last thing you remember was hearing the most heart touching words.

"I love you~"

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chapter 2: Just a feeling

A/N: IM SO FREAKING SORRY WRHBAWRIBARUPB. Ok so i've been having a lot of depression crap going on so i kind of completely forgot i wrote a series leaving yawl still hungry. DONT WORRY BABIES I GOTCHU

series: against our better judgement

Warning: blood and a lot of it, slight cursing, mentions of murder, talks of toxic family members

Content: husband!Snape x wife!Reader, fluffy, angst, juicy drama, a bit of my own lore added in

amount of words: 2,689

P.S. : This is going to contain some OC's and ima change up the lore a little so everything is practically fanon. I also am turning this oneshot into a story so congrats

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Things seemed to be calm. A little too calm if you thought about it for longer than a minute but calm which is for sure better then chaos... right?

Unfortunately, Umbridge's presence alone still made you very very uneasy. But it always felt like she had something up her sleeve that she kept in that stupid retina burning pink shrug

It kept you up at night and the worst part.. well actually the sometimes good part was that your husband was acutely aware of your sleeping habits, eating, drinking, and resting. Ever since Umbridge had harmed you, he would rather die then find out that your pride had kept you from something so serious.

But as much as you were hurting, so was he internally. He blamed himself to his very core because he should have fought harder before Umbridge made you feel that much pain.

But thanks to it, Umbridge seems to give you slightly less flack. Your actually able to enjoy your teaching more, and also be able to build a connection with a person whom you didnt expect.

Minerva

Severus and her were like two peas and a pod. Always thinking the same thoughts even though they had completely different personalities. Severus saw her as a very close friend and always told her everything.

But that also meant he told her everything that concerned him since she practically was a walking diary just like him.

You and Minerva starting growing close since at first, Severus asked Minerva to look over you while he was either teaching or not in the same room. He told you this aswell so you would know why she might be closer to you more then usual.

Hatred has a way of connecting people, believe or not. And you and Minerva absolutely despised Umbridge. You two giggled and chuckled starting out as just shared laughs. But sooner or later, one thing turned to the next, and she subtly started becoming more and more as a mother figure.

so now the couch in the teachers lounge, instead of just you and Severus talking, Minerva now was part of the relaxing trio. From talking about books to different torcher methods for Umbridge.

But that once calm before the storm started getting a little too gusty..

You had just got done teaching, and you and Minerva were done chatting and laughing over some tea. The clock struck 9:00 PM and she waved you good-bye heading out of the room.

You had a faint smile as you went to go sit back onto your chair organizing some of the books and essays for the children. But not even a minute before you could officially start organizing, you felt a pair of eyes looking at you.

You turned to look at the door, but nothing was there.

weird?

You then looked at the window and your heart skipped so many beats that you cloud have died on spot. a pair of golden cat like eyes staring at you from the window.

You relaxed a little thinking maybe Severus was just making Minerva take a extra night shift making sure you were safe but... something was off. No scratch that,

everything was off.

The cats eyes were red which for one is a super unnatural cat eye color, but also Minerva's cat eyes were yellow-ish green. You had so many questions since you were in a elevated part of the castle so the cat had to have done freaking gymnastics to get up here.

It scurried off leaving a paw mark. You looked closer seeing it had left a note aswell as blood paw prints on the window. You opened the window looking right then left, but it was like it magically disappeared.

You grabbed the note leaning back inside, then closing the castle window. The note read as followed.

"Your family was cruel for a good reason. Meet me outside for further details."

You couldnt recognize the writing for life, nor money. But you also were very very intrigued. You always asked yourself growing up why your parents were the way they were. You always thought that it was because you didnt follow their foot-steps straight enough but it was never a satisfying answer enough.

And like any sane person. you went outside without telling anyone...

Severus tapped his foot on the hard stone floor sitting- no... looming in his chair. The clock was now 9:23 PM. He was stuck though in a death eaters meeting. He already felt uncomfortable sitting with them.

But now theres the threat of you being hurt while he's gone? This fine was going feral in his mind. The last time he waited too long, you had been so hurt that it poked through the walls around his heart, painfully so.

He just hopped you wouldnt get hurt. But he couldnt do anything about it right now so he was suffering in silence waiting for the meeting to be done and over with.

You had finally gotten outside the castle. You looked around and there was the bloody cat paw prints leading into the woods. Was this a bad idea? yes! But was there a 15 percent chance of finding out why trauma that made you lose your entire childhood? Also yes!

After enough stomaching down the fear, you stepped into the woods. You heard twigs snapping. At first you were scared thinking the worst.

But you heard the best sound of all. The beautiful hoot of your trusty owl, Orson. He was a beautiful Barn Owl that Snape got for you when you two started first dating because his separation anxiety was so bad that he needed to sometimes know multiple times a day if you were ok.

A memory that kept you warm in the freezing dark woods. The owl flew onto your shoulder, rubbing its head into yours cooing softly.

As always, you scratched its head and petted it giving it some forehead kisses before going back to walking keeping it at your side.

You followed the paw prints leading to seemingly no where. You let your guard down a little looking at the beautiful sky already missing Severus until-

THUNK-

That was the sound of you tripping over a up-rooted tree branch. But you expected to atleast fall on some dirt or grass. But to your horror, gushy sounds and bones cracking was the only thing your body felt and heard.

You shrieked and got up looking at the ground, Orson hooting like he was upset and scared aswell.

You looked out to see mounds upon mounds of corpses practically a floor full of them without a single gap. Your eyes trembled as they looked up a little more only to find a single person standing in the middle of them.

Before you could register who or what it was, everything vanished looking like nothing was ever there at all. Yet the person that was once standing there was instead the cat. It looked at you dead the the eyes before trotting off expecting you to follow it.

You ran after it, Orson flying backwards of your direction using his talons to grab the edge of the back of your shirt while squawking like crazy like he knew for a fact something was wrong and was scared you get hurt.

But you were hooked, and you continued chasing the cat. Orson let go and flew off a little ways from you landing on a branch of a tree before flying off back towards Hogwarts.

The cat ran into a desolated village. You gasped in horror seeing the amount of dried blood on rotted wood of the buildings. Judging by how dark the blood was and how torn the buildings there were, it looked like it existed practically before you were even born.

You didnt even realized you already lost the cat but you didnt really care since the shock of what you had seen made everything else seem insignificant. You walked looking at the designs and ruin of the buildings that once looked stable now cracked like leaves.

You walked into one of the houses looking at the damage more closely until, your foot stepped on something uneven making a squeak sound like a dog toy. You looked down raising your foot before you quickly felt terrified yet curious.

You had remembered when you were little of having a little stuffed toy that looked like a crow that when you squeezed it would make a squeak noise.

To your horror, it looked exactly like it.

You picked it up inspecting it. It was torn and had some blood splatters on it aswell. You looked back at the buildings And before you could put any pieces together you heard loud explosion sounds in every direction. You ran out before being swept off your feet by the sheer force of it throwing you onto your back making you black out for a second.

You coughed up blood looking up before feeling a heavy foot wearing heals on your chest that almost cracked your ribs stabbing into but not exactly. You blinked multiple times before you vision unblurred.

There was the bitch... Umbridge with that cocky smile like she had won the lottery aswell as on her shoulder that stupid cat except it now looked 10 times its age and was covered in scars and blood.

You braced for impact before being kicked around like a rock under a kindergartener. You continued to choke up blood, crying as you felt your body bend in ways it shouldnt and blood coming out of areas is shouldnt.

She had managed to lift you up and throw you into a tree, your spine making a horrible crack sound on impact. You kept your eyes closed since blood kept getting in them aswell as ash. You braced for impact

expecting the worst...

Severus practically rushed to get back to you. Minerva waited outside waiting for him to arrive so she could give the report on how you were doing. She smiled and chuckled a little to herself knowing that the only reason why he was this rushed was because of you.

"How is she? Is she ok?" He asked in a hurry dying for the answer but still trying to come across as his usual grim persona. He paused though turning around practically feeling like something was wrong.

He didnt even see anything but he had a feeling. The whole world blurred behind him as if he was trying to focus in on you.

"Actually she's-" Before she could finish, Orson flew onto the stone railing next to them hooting like crazy trying to tell them you were in danger.

He knew it... He god damn knew it... It felt too calm.

Orson started going back to flying leading the way while Minerva turned into cat form so she could follow him turn for turn racing as Orson led the way.

He ran fast hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

You choked on your own blood practically as you were slumped against the tree expecting to feel the worse pain imaginable. You eyes were closed as your body fought to stay awake.

But you heard- what the hell was that? It sounded like cats... fighting? But there was only one?

You opened your eyes to see Minerva who literally pounced on the other cat clawing its face open practically. Umbridge was about to kick Minerva before-

w-wait, is that... oh my god it is

You felt your heart get a little lighter as you were barely able to see your husband speaking all sorts of spells making Umbridge get thrown about like a ragdoll. It made you giggle for a second until you realized that they probably couldnt see you since the explosion practically threw you pretty far out.

"Where is she..." He asked Umbridge in a eerily calm down compared to how loud he was casting the spells.

"I said... WHERE IS SHE!?" He yelled before kicking Umbridge on the ground like a soccer call practically. He put his wand right onto her forehead about to avada kedavra her. He didnt care if it was wrong or forbidden. This women made him feel blood guilty over you and he was having non of it.

He was about to utter the spell before looking up hearing Minerva call out aswell has Orson's hooting. He Looked back down at Umbridge before muttering something and leaving her to rot in the dirt.

There he saw something that broke him to his very core. His wife who he took a vow to protect, now nearly completely broken. He leaned down cupping her face feeling the crimson rivulets of life that was supposed to stay inside you now dribbling out your skin.

You were almost more scared then him since even when he was scared, he tended to always have a plan, always moving, doing something. But he just stayed there looking at you like you were already dead in his eyes.

After a while, he picked you up and started carrying you back to Hogwarts. He was dead quiet which wasnt uncommon but you knew that this was a different type of silence. Minerva and Orson followed leaving behind the both twitching bodies of the feline and Minerva letting the creatures of the woods deal with them how they saw fit.

"She has a concussion, some broken bones, and a slight hint of a illness. But dont worry, she's in good care!" Pomphrey said patting Severus's shoulder. He just nodded letting her leave the room.

He looked at you lying in the bed practically wrapped fully in bandages. It was like a cruel reminder of how he failed to protect you. He felt so many things. But instead of interrogating you or even reading your mind, He decided to just hold your hand.

"Severus, its practically midnight. I'll be fine, you can go and sleep love." You said in a hoarse voice. He shook his head. "The last time i thought like that, i was later on rushing to carry your bloodied form." He said in a tone you didnt notice before. It sounded like a mixture of guilt, a pinch of bitterness, but also fear.

You got a idea and smiled a little mischievously. As soon as he saw that look, he rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples "I swear to Merlin, even when you have a literal concussion you still get silly ideas". He sighed and paused before continuing. "whats running in that mind of yours?" He asked like a tired parent.

"you know, if you going to stay with me tonight, the least you could do is cuddle with me." You said confidently. He seemed to actually soften slightly like he was actually considering. Before you were able to say anything else, he gently got into the bed with you putting you atop him So his chest was your pillow.

You blushed from how quick he was. Usually he took atleast a couple minutes to decide, but it was like he was waiting for you to ask that question.

You went to try and soothe him, bringing your hand up to his cheek before he stopped you and instead gently ran his finger across your cheek. "This isnt about me, your the one with the injuries. Not me." He said in his back to 'as-a-matter-o-fact' tone. You smiled a little glad your grumpy cat husband was almost back to normal.

He soothingly ran his fingers through your hair, meanwhile getting some blood on his cloak. A sacrifice he was more than willing to make. He continued to keep you calm. Thanks to him, you finally fell asleep on him.

A trace of a smile graced his lips, some what happy he was able to help his partner go to sleep. He then wrote a letter on a small piece of paper and gave it to Orson instructing him to fly it to Dumbledore to tell him the news about you and that you fortunately were alright and safe.

for now...

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Fleas

756 words

Warnings: soft Alcina, fluff, some cursing, mention of blood, mentions of slight smut

A/N: Im currently living hell since cats live under my house and the fleas thanks to them have found me. No one has ever wrote a comfort fic about bug bites so i guess i thought I'll change that

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Usually bugs and other little bugs self implode due to how severe the weather can get. But it seemed some fleas managed to smell the ever loving god awful amount of blood in house dimitrescu.

At first, you felt a small itch on your back. You shrugged it off thinking it was nothing until you were relaxing with your wife Alcina in bed, when you notice a rise in your skin.

Alcina is a VERY maternal women, so she was able to quickly tell something was wrong. "Sweety, how long has this been here!?" You yourself were confused. "A couple days? It just recently started really bugging me."

As much as she was worried for you, she was also though more scared of how the fuck fleas managed to survive the blizard outside. She started making phone calls and even going as far as to call Miranda.

Basically visitors were being the fleas source of transportation. It felt like you were being tortured in particular since they just went after you since your lover and daughters had no blood which meant you were their next meal.

One night though in particular was extremely bad. Every part of you felt like it was on fire. Your wife though was currently in a meeting with the lords which meant your back scratcher helper was gone.

You couldnt stop itching and writhing. splotched of bumps bright red as your skin begged and ached for release from the itchiness, it was scattered nearly all over your body.

Thighs, butt, neck, arms, non of your body was safe from them. You felt your soul slightly become at ease when you heard the door knob jiggle to the shared room you were in.

Alcina looked at you and quickly took into action. "Yeah, im not having any of this." She said it with a slight growl as she walked towards you with speed. She wasnt mad at you! She was mad at the fleas causing her wife to act like a dog.

She picked you up carrying you to the bathroom, Your hands meanwhile continued to scratch the skin like your nails wanted to just rip the skin off. "A-Alci, i-i can walk and bathe mysel-", she quickly hushed you. "shhh, non of that. Im going to take care of you no matter how stubborn you are."

If it weren't for the fact you felt like you wanted to peel your own skin off, you would be very turned on by how soft yet aggressive she was at the moment. She ever so gently placed you in the bathtub after filling it up at the right temperature.

She started rubbing rubbing your skin with some sort of cream that made you nearly moan at the relief. You managed to catch a glimpse of it. While she was coming back from the meeting, she must have picked up some bug bite relief.

She meanwhile kissed your neck and head, She got everywhere the bites were and being extremely gentle. This women was 9'6 and some how managed to be more gentle then people your own height.

She washed it off you than came back with soap and shampoo. You hadn't felt this comfortable ever since the little pests ruined your skin. She whispered in your ear, "No one is allowed to suck your blood other than me~"

Now that the pain was gone, you felt a rush of a blush rise to your cheeks. She chuckled knowing what she was doing to you. She than dried you off and then took you into bed with her. You slept naked, ever since those damned bug bites invaded your body.

The last thing that night you remembered was her singing you a bit of a tune as you finally drifted off into sleep.

The next day, and you woke up being held by Alcina in the living room. She some how managed to get clothes on you without waking you up. She either was really good at it, or your body was finally trying to recover.

She could see your mouth about to open to ask why you were in the living room, and she decided to answer it first. "I paid to get some pest control so those little demons can live my draga mea alone."

You had never felt so much relief in your life. She chuckled seeing you take a nice long sigh. Ever since, you had never been more grateful that your wife's fangs were the only ones piercing your skin.

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Should I rewrite my chapter?

after giving it some thought, I think I may have gone a little overboard adding my own OC's and lore to it. It was extremely fun while making it, but now as I look at it seems so... Tacky. Anyway, I don't like doing things without yall's approval so I have a few options and i'll let my fans decide.

What do I do?

Scrap chapter two and redo it with more canon lore

leave it alone and instead continue with my OC's lore

Leave it alone but make the rest of the chapters more canon

Voting ended onAug 3, 2025

Also no matter what, I will be finishing that oneshot I promised you guys so don't worry!