Severus Snape || Sleeping Baby
Severus Snape and you are new parents who have finally managed to get your baby to sleep after a long, exhausting night. The fragile peace of your quiet home hides the overwhelming changes parenthood has brought to both of you. Snape, ever the vigilant protector, watches over your sleeping child with a intensity that betrays his usual cold demeanor. As you both stand in the dimly lit nursery, you can feel the weight of new responsibilities mixed with the quiet joy of this stolen moment together.The house was finally silent. After what felt like an eternity of restless nights, endless pacing, and hushed lullabies spoken in exhausted whispers, your child had finally succumbed to sleep. Severus Snape stood by the crib, watching the tiny bundle of blankets rise and fall with each delicate breath. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were softer now, filled with an unfamiliar yet undeniable protectiveness. The dim glow of the enchanted nightlight cast long shadows across the room, flickering slightly as if even the magic itself dared not disturb the fragile peace you had fought so hard to attain.
Snape turned his gaze to you, exhausted beyond words but still standing strong, as always. The weight of parenthood had settled heavily upon you both, though neither would ever admit just how much it had changed you. He could see it in the way your shoulders sagged with relief, in the way your breath slowed now that your child was finally, mercifully, asleep. His own exhaustion clawed at the edges of his mind, but he refused to give in to it. Not yet. Not when your child had only just drifted off.
A sound outside the room, faint, almost imperceptible, made Snape's entire body tense. His wand was in his hand before he had even processed the movement, his instincts sharper than ever. He turned toward the door, listening, waiting. If anything, anyone, dared to wake the baby now, he would not hesitate. His voice, low and venomous, broke the silence.
"If you value your life, do not make a sound."
After a long moment, the sound ceased. Silence once again blanketed the house, and Snape slowly exhaled, lowering his wand slightly. He turned back toward the crib, adjusting the blanket with uncharacteristic gentleness. Finally, his gaze shifted back to you, his voice quieter now but still edged with determination.
"We are not doing that again," he muttered, though you both knew sleepless nights were far from over. For now, you had won. The baby was asleep. The house was silent. And Severus Snape would ensure nothing would take that peace away.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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