#meanwhile I'm here. not even sure if I should travel to another state

[silentwonderlocks]

Need A Hand Stranger? - RE4 Merchant x Male! Reader- One Shot

“Just a little further” a man muttered under his breath as he ran forward throughout the island’s laboratory, a young woman trailing close behind. It was like his mantra for the past day or so, it was supposed to be a simple recuse mission that turned into cult madness. It was no matter to dwell on since the cult had underestimated who The President of the United States had sent to get his daughter back. That man was Raccoon City survivor Leon S Kennedy, a once bright eyed rookie now a hardened government agent. This mission had been a nightmare to deal with, it was anything worse than he knew from that traumatic night. Brainwashed villagers, lake monsters, invisible bugs, royal nutjobs,a power-hungry old comrade, an old flame and more.Leon could imagine all of the paperwork he would have to write down after he returned Ashley home.

 Not wasn’t the time for thinking about the future yet, not when he had gotten out with her first, thankfully there was a familiar indigo flame up head. Illuminating the small area with its standing torch was a metal door. Inside what seemed to be a storage room was the trusted Merchant, who stood behind a small wooden table reaching to his waist, perfect for laying out weapons or treasures to eye. The Merchant dressed in the only attire Leon had seen, a long navy blue cloak with a hood that covered his body. No doubt various amounts of ammos and weapons underneath. A purple bandana with white line pattern was tightly kept around his face only revealing his eyes. Eyes that Leon swore glimmered orange in the light sometimes. Upon his back was a traveling pack filled with supplies to take him where he was needed next.

The Merchant was a strange man but one that Leon greatly accepted as a welcomed help. Leon never questioned who or what the Merchant was or his purpose for helping, he felt like he didn’t need to since the merchant was the only man who seemed to be in his right mind. Leon was curious though, what did he get out of this? The little side requests, the treasures obtained, how the Merchant seemed to be in places before Leon even knew he was meant to be there. It didn’t make sense to him, then again it wasn’t his job to ask. It was his job to get Ashley home safe and alive. You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right? The unnamed man seemed to perk up, waving his hand up in a welcome gesture.

 “Good to see you’re still pumping full of blood and bullets stranger” Leon walks up to the table taking a moment to rest his gun on it and gives a tired smile towards the man. Ashley meanwhile took a seat on a wooden crate to catch her breath.

“Heh..thanks. Listen, I know I'm gonna be dealing with the head nutcase here soon. I need my knife repaired and my magnum tuned up please. I have the funds to cover it.” Without another thought, Leon pulls out from his pocket: an ornate necklace filled with gemstones slotted beautifully together. Leon places the necklace down on the table. The colors purple, gold, blue and green shine as he adds a handful of various sizes of gold coins next to it. 

“Heheh thank you.” The merchant chuckles, deeply pleased with the trade offer in hand. He makes quick work of repairing Leon’s knife and tuning up his magnum. 

 “Here stranger, should keep you alive a little while longer.” Leon nods his thanks to the man before nodding towards Ashley that they are leaving. The agent heads back to the door, his escort by his side, Leon pauses turning back around to the Merchant. He knew this would be the last time that they would see each other again so, it seemed like the proper time.

“Thank you for everything.” Then just as quickly as the duo arrived, they wasted no time in leaving to go deal with whoever was left in their way.

Left in his own silence once more, The merchant lets out a tired sigh rolling his shoulders. It had been a couple of exhausting days, moving from location to location making sure his persistent customer had everything he needed to carry on with the battle. Now his job was done, time to take his profits and take his own leave. The merchant took the next few minutes putting out the torch and collecting all the valuables around. Distant gunshots could be heard from his spot making the merchant half smile underneath his cover. He wished Leon luck and hoped that he would put an end to all of this madness. That was his cue to get things moving along.

The laboratory’s hallway was dimly lit and smelled of dried blood with the lovely hint of chemicals. Bodies ruined by Leon and his guns laid strewn about, dark blood splatter nearly everywhere. Thankfully no one seemed to be left alive so it would be an easy way out to his hidden boat, all he needed to do was escape. The merchant walks swiftly even with the heavy luggage on his back heading through the metal double door. 

Once inside he sees a room filled with heavy medical equipment he does not understand, he sees an unconscious man out in a big chair. Said chair had arching pods that pointed downwards on towards the man’s chest and stomach. Whatever this machine was, it seemed to have recently performed a surgery on the man. The merchant hums in thought inwardly fighting whether or not to leave the man here to his own fate or save him. He walks up to the chair raising his hand to shake the person slightly earning a small incoherent mumble. A firm shake this time results in a more understandable answer.

“Leave me ugh…alone… 5 more minutes.”

“I'm afraid we don't have 5 minutes. Get up unless you wanna have the whole island blowing up with you on it.” 

That seems to jolt awake the man who wobbles to his feet, but his body doesn’t hold him up for longer. His knees buckle making the man collapse into the merchant who catches him with an exasperated grunt. The man blinks trying to gather his bearings, then pushes himself off of the merchant with a faint blush. He notices that the man is well dressed, in a plain shirt with a leather jacket, form fitting pants and combat boots. Not a soldier, a scientist or a victim? The man whips his head around rushing to grab a backpack that jingles a sweet song the merchant knows too well.

“Shit… I.. Who are you?”

“Heheh later for now we must move.” He responds by pushing the man forward to a side door in the room. 

“ Come before we run into any unwanted guests of ours.” The man seems to understand the situation and follows without another word. The few minutes are spent cautiously moving throughout the laboratory reaching the lower levels of the island. It’s only then does the merchant begin to speak.

“So stranger you mind telling me why I found you passed on in that lab?”

The man huffs, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow. “You mind telling me who you are?”

“Why I am a lowly merchant who goes around making his profit.” The merchant’s playfully tone was nice to see and hear but it didn’t satisfy the man.

“So does this lowly merchant have a name?” The man asked, mimicking the merchant’s tone.

Huh, even the blonde agent didn’t seem to ask for his name. Not that he cared, the merchant knew the urgent matters at hand. He wouldn’t let that info slip so easily though. “Maybe I do, maybe I don't. If you have something valuable, maybe I'll give you my name.”

The slightly shorter man smirked, pulling a golden crown suited for a king, there were five pristine gemstones all different colors.  He waves it before handing it fully to the merchant who inspects it closely before slipping the crown into his pack.

“Anthony, stranger.”

“My name is ______ Now we’re not strangers anymore.”

#resident evil 4 #re4make #the merchant #the merchant x reader #the merchant x you #resident evil 4 remake #re4 ashley #re4 merchant #re4 leon #i made this for my friends cause i love feeding into her fic addictions #i may make more of this #M!reader #male reader

[lemememeringue]

jealously bitter and indignant abt ppl who just.. live like normal. people around me are sick and dying. how are you able to function. why are you immune to consequence. why do I feel like the unreasonable one? when do I get to drive past the flag memorial for community members lost and feel this gut wrenching reality is in the past?

#mine #death tw #yes I'm still salty abt colorado #it's one thing that other ppl I don't know are doing things #but one of my friends is flying to another continent for a wedding #meanwhile I'm here. not even sure if I should travel to another state #my coworkers talk abt concerts and cons and covid scares all in the same breath #I had a panic attack abt getting lunch at the mall #I feel like I'm crazy #covid-19 for the historians

[headinthestaticsky]

Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 5

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer!

"Home is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb, born with a weak heart So I guess I must be having fun"

This Must Be the Place by, Kishi Bashi

I stormed off, too mad to talk to anyone, I wanted to get to her... to get her to feel the frustration I had felt. But it seems something would get in my way. I shouldn't be doing this right now... I should be sitting with Rosalie and Alice talking about wedding plans. I should at home with my father, sitting outside in the backyard and talking with him. I wanted to spend eternity with Jasper but, I didn't want to turn so soon... It felt like someone had come by and punched a hole straight through my chest or swept the rug out from under me when I least expected it. It felt like I had no control of my body whatsoever. I heard the footsteps of someone else approaching me slowly, I whipped my head around to see Rosalie staring at me.

"Hey, honey."

"Hey..."

"We'll get her soon Fleur..."

"It's not just that, I'm just frustrated, about a lot of things."

Well, I'm here to listen."

"It's all just too much right now... I mean from 4 days ago to today everything just... changed so quick... I went from driving home to my dad to chasing after a psychotic, revengeful, woman. I mean...I planned on going to a creative arts school after I got married..."

"I felt the same way when I first turned...I remember the things I wanted, how comfortable I was in my life. And then I was left in the street for dead and turned into something I didn't have a choice in doing."

"I just...feel like I don't know who I am anymore...I can't even cry if I wanted to."

"You'll get control of yourself eventually...You just need a little guidance."

"I gotta stop moping... it won't help me at all."

"C'mon let's get back to the house before Jasper uproots every tree trying to find you." Rosalie joked and held out her hand for me to help me up.

Timeskip: 1 week later

The 2 weeks of my "vacation" were up, and Bella had just come home from spending time with Renee in Jacksonville. It turns out, Bella had gotten pissed with Edward over him not telling her Victoria was looking for her. So she took off with Jacob back down to the reservation. I also found out through Emmett that some tension was going on between Jacob and Edward... over Bella. Jasper and I were playing a game of chess... I rubbed my eyes quite frequently as I had just started to wear contact lenses. Emmett meanwhile was watching a football game. Edward had run into the house with a concerned look on his face.

"What-" I started

"There was an intruder... in Bella's house." Jasper and I shot up, already making our way down to Jasper'ss car. We both got inside when Jasper looked at me with concern and grabbed my hand.

"Are you sure you can do this? It's might be hard being around your father in this state."

"I'll be fine... besides, I can distract dad while you guys search the house," I said.

"I don't mean to constantly remind you of how unpredictable you can be I'm just... worried."

"I take no offense to it, my love"

The drive to the house was quick, being a vampire whose tracking abilities were getting better meant that I found the fastest routes to each location I was going to. As soon as I pulled up in the driveway my dad ran out, a huge smile was plastered on his face.

"Fleur! I missed you so much!" He said, running up to me.

"I missed you too dad, Canyon City Oregon is great!"

"Jasper told me you were thinking about going to an art school around the area."

"Oh yeah I was but, I think I'm going to say here for a little while longer."

"You don't have to stay here because of me you know."

"Dad, I would miss you too much to leave now." He smiled and then pulled me in for a hug. I breathed in slightly...his blood didn't seem to... alluring to me.

"Thank god." I thought to myself... I might be able to stay here a bit longer. I turned slightly to Jasper, he was smiling at us but I could tell he was shocked with how well I was doing.

"Do you two want something to eat?" He asked.

"No, we ate something before we came down here," Jasper stated.

"We'll come on in you two."

After we sat and caught up on everything that happened on my "vacation" Jasper had made an excuse to use the bathroom to investigate where the intruder might've gone.

"So... how's wedding planning going?" Dad inquired.

"It's going good, Rose and Alice have been helping me out a lot... it's definitely going to happen in the woods."

"That'll be nice."

"Yeah...and I planned on moving out after the wedding."

"Yeah, I know... it's just going to be weird, not having you here all the time."

"It'll be weird for me too... heck being away for 2 weeks was strange for me... But don't worry dad, I'll always be around."

He looked over at me and smiled. Before he could say anything else, the front door swung open. Bella came stomping into the house but stopped when she saw us.

"What are you doing back here?" She inquired, her voice wasn't very welcoming.

"Nice to see you too, I just got back from Oregon Bella...I do live here still."

"Wish you would've stayed down there." She mumbled to herself.

Dad heard her and gave her a glare.

"Oh don't worry about it dad... I've gotten used to it."

Jasper walked back into the room and his face looked confused.

"Well, it was good to see you again Chief Swan but I better get back to my place. My family is eager to see me as well."

"Good to see you again Jasper, have a goodnight."

"Goodnight sir."

Jasper pecked my lips before leaving the house.

"I better get to bed dad, I'm tired. Goodnight."

"Love you, goodnight."

As soon as I made it up to my bedroom I locked the door and opened my window, I jumped out and ran back to the Cullen's house. I had to admit...being able to travel quickly and efficiently was a plus side to being a vampire. When I made it back to the Cullen's house they were all sitting with Bella in the lounge room. She must've gotten Edward to take her down here. Jasper and Emmett were missing, however.

"So...is it someone we know?" I asked.

"No, I couldn't recognize it." Edward replied.

"So it was a nomad passing through?" Esme inquired.

"I don't think so Esme... I don't think it would've kept my father alive." I added.

"She's right... it would've killed Fleur's father."

Jasper walked in with Emmett.

"The scent disappeared 5 miles South of Bella's house," Jasper said.

"Fleur, have you tracked Victoria at all?" Carlisle asked.

"Wait... that's your power?" Bella interrupted.

"One of them... and yes I have, she isn't anywhere near our house right now and she wasn't before either."

"Besides, I would've seen it." Alice added.

"It has to be the Volturi." Edward suggested.

"I've been watching Aro's decisions too... it isn't them."

"If it's not the Volturi then we need to keep searching, we'll take turns guarding Bella at her house."

Rosalie and Jasper looked at Carlisle with annoyance.

"Really...another protection detail?"

"Rosalie..."

"No, I really don't feel like protecting someone who has treated someone I am very close to like dirt."

"Rosalie's kinda right," Bella said.

"What? I won't leave you unprotected."

"There is no way you guys can search for the intruder...help train...her, while trying to protect me and my dad."

"And go after Victoria." I noted with an attitude.

"While trying to keep yourselves fed," Bella said while rolling her eyes at me.

"I'm not going to leave you here defenseless." Edward rebuttled.

"I won't be defenseless I'll have..."

"Have what?"

I smirked...looks like Jacobs going to have a hand to play in this afterall.

#jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #jasper hale x oc #jasper cullen #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight saga #twilight

[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Seventeen: Heart or Head?

A/N: This is the seventeenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-17 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1756

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

"Severus. Aria. May I speak with you both?" Dumbledore requested the next morning after breakfast.

The two professors exchanged an awkward glance, rising from either ends of the headmaster, unsure of the old wizard's intentions.

The hall bustled with noise, students and teachers alike eager to escape the great hall, enjoying their last day of freedom before yet another week begun.

The trio remained behind, exchanging not a word nor glance, until Dumbledore spoke once more.

"I assume you know what this is about." Albus questioned, his eyes travelling between the pair suspiciously.

Unable to force their eyes to meet the headmaster's, both Severus and Aria's minds began to race. Each of them suspecting that the other had divulged unto him the events of last night.

"I'm afraid not, Headmaster. Care to enlighten us?" Severus finally found the courage to say.

"As I am sure you were both made aware this morning at breakfast, Professor Karkaroff has found himself in a rather unfortunate state." Dumbledore explained, his eyes still surveying their faces through the top of his glasses.

Aria let out a huge sigh of relief, glad that Snape had not humiliated her further. Severus too was more than thankful his employer remained unaware that he had both seduced and rejected his beloved granddaughter in the early hours of the morning.

"What does that have to do with us, Grandfather?" Aria asked innocently, knowing fine well who was responsible for the wound.

"Nothing, as for as I'm aware." Dumbledore hummed. "There is no concrete evidence of what happened to Igor has anything to do with the two of you. However, given that the two of you, along with Professor Karkaroff were significantly late to breakfast, and given the state in which the two of you look, I have my suspicions."

"And what reason would either Miss Dumbledore or myself have for harming the man in question?" Severus retorted. "And surely you must be aware that I, as I always am on October 31st, was in my office until the small hours of this morning. I cannot, however, speak for your granddaughter's whereabouts, and why she looks so uncharacteristically dishevelled this morning."

The potions master glared at his apprentice out the side of his eye. It was the first he had dared to look at her all morning. Her face was bare; clearly she had made no effort to apply a face of makeup this morning, but a slight trace of eyeliner and mascara was still visible around her tired puffy eyes. She had hastily scraped her hair back into a tight ponytail, a half-hearted attempt to salvage her borderline greasy hair. Admittedly it was the worst he had saw her look since their meeting, but even then he could still appreciate her true beauty. Once again Severus Snape found himself getting lost in the woman's features, enchanted by her mere presence.

"The party." She blurted uncontrollably, upon noticing her mentor staring. "The Halloween party, it went on very late. I apologise, I should have been more responsible." She turned to the headmaster.

"Very well. I believe the two of you have very solid alibis, therefore I have no reason to suspect you any longer. As of now Igor is yet to come forward about the incident, so until he does, that is if he does, the two of you are... what's the phrase? 'Off the hook'." Albus said, raising an eyebrow, throwing his hands in the air.

Sensing that the pair were very eager to leave, Dumbledore took his chance to stop them once more.

"I would, however, like to make it known that Igor Karkaroff, along with the rest of Durmstrang school are here as our guests and should be treated with the utmost respect by Hogwarts students and Professors alike. However first and foremost, Aria, you are my granddaughter. And if a problem had to occur, that deserves appropriate repercussions, I should hope that any of my professors would be able to confide in me. And the issue would be dealt with by me, and me only. That being said; is there anything you would like to tell me, my dear granddaughter?"

She remained silent. Her eyes once again falling to the floor.

"And you Severus? You have never lied to me before. Is there anything you have to say on the matter?"

Snape paused for a moment in deliberation, remembering the promise he had once made to obey his employer entirely.

"Like I said. I was in my office all night." He lied, never once looking away, breaking his gaze.

The headmaster looked between the pair, disappointed and frustrated.

"You may go." He sighed.

Taking off in the blink of an eye Professor Snape disappeared from the great hall, his assistant following not far behind.

"Severus, wait." The young professor called out, trying to rush her way past the small clusters of students that filled the halls.

The potions master slowly came to a halt, clearly unsure whether he wanted to hear what she inevitably had to say.

"I want to talk about last night." She confessed, lowering her voice as she caught up with the potions master.

In three large strides Severus Snape turned to the woman, grabbing onto her forearm and walking her backwards into the hard castle wall. It was obvious he was paranoid of anyone, student or staff, overhearing what she was about to say regarding the events of the previous night.

Taken aback by his sudden movements Aria took a moment to catch her breath. Meanwhile Snape had gathered his thoughts on the matter.

"I am unsure of what you are referring to Miss Dumbledore, but as far as the staff are aware we never crossed paths last night, and I would like to keep it that way. Forget about whatever you want to say, anything that may or may not have happened is now considered null and void. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Almost instantly Aria found herself becoming defensive in the face of the Professor's aggression. She had come to him with heartfelt intentions, but she'd be damned if she allowed another man to walk all over her again. She was quickly tiring of Severus' yo-yoing insight on their friendship.

"Do not tell me what I can and cannot say, Professor." Aria said, ripping her arm from her colleague's grasp. "However much you'd like to erase the of memory of the two of us, at this moment in time it remains a reality, and I have something to say on the matter. I will not let you silence me for nothing but your own benefit."

"Very well." Snape huffed, slightly impressed that she had stood up to him. "Say what you have to say, if you must, but be quick about it, I would like to enjoy the last day of the weekend without you pestering me for once."

"I wanted to apologise." The witch admitted, raising her head to lock eyes with her mentor.

Snape cocked an eyebrow curiously, silently permitting her to go on.

"I want to apologise for... for try to take things a bit too far last night. I shouldn't have expected you to... well, you know." She shrugged, eyes darting below Snape's belt.

"There is no need for an apology, Miss Dumbledore. After all, it was I who initiated the whole... situation. Like I said, I would prefer if it could be forgotten about to entirely."

"But Severus I- "

Snape held up a palm, signalling for her to stop.

"It was a mistake." He insisted. "You were drunk, Aria, and I took advantage, it was wrong of me. Besides, you're in a relationship, and I would very much appreciate if I were to remain entirely uninvolved in any of your possible drama."

Aria's multiple attempts at interrupting went unsuccessful. Snape was adamant that he wanted to forget the whole thing, therefore it was clear to Aria any attempt at convincing him otherwise would be futile.  Sensing the finality in his tone Miss Dumbledore took a step away from him, letting him go.

"Just one last thing." She blurted, causing Severus to pause halfway down the corridor. "We broke up. Just, if that means anything to you."

Aria waited hopefully for him to turn back to face her, but he never did. It was clear he had heard her but had chose not to acknowledge her words as he disappeared into the labyrinth that is Hogwarts.

*

Once again Severus Snape found himself consumed in thoughts of his assistant. Ever since his lips touched hers he couldn't get his mind off of her. With no idea what had come over him to make a move, he was sure she would reject him. But when he found that no only had she returned his kiss, but was willing to go further, panic set in.

He wanted nothing more than to let her do it. To just let her hands wander freely over his naked body, allowing him to do the same to her. He could have had her right there in his office if he wanted, but he was scared. Scared that he was right about what he said all those weeks ago in the Three Broomsticks, or scared that she would change her mind all together, but mostly he was scared that after it all, if she did actually go through with it that is, she still had a boyfriend and he would inevitably be tossed aside, forgotten and rejected all at once.

So, he convinced her, and himself, that it had all been one drunken mistake, and that it meant nothing to him. He refused to let her think for one second that he feelings of any kind for her. He would not allow himself to be humiliated by her of all people.

It would all have gone just as he had planned if Aria hadn't said those few words. 'We broke up'. Why did she tell him that? What difference did it make to him? Was she trying to get in his head? Or was she trying to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?

Deliberating over the meaning of her confession kept the potions master preoccupied all day. In his heart he wanted to believe that she felt just as he did. But his head told him no one would ever be able to love a beast like him.

Soon enough all of Snape's uncertainty was to be put to rest by a single knock at the door.

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[cordonian-literature]

Forever Mine

chapter seven

❦ summary — The time for Princess Riley to step into her role as queen fast approaches and finding the future king is Cordonia’s top priority. Commander Liam is aware of that, and has plans to make sure the princess ends up with someone suitable.

➺ chapter warnings: implied smut, manipulation, mild language, violence, character death

❦ catch up here!

➺ word count: (+/-) 1960

*all characters belong to Pixelberry, except those unique to my story*

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The soreness on Riley's hips and wrists along with the ache and emptiness between her legs paired with Maria, her handmaid, still calling to her from the other side of the door, served to fuel her panic and drive her near tears.

After quickly redressing himself, Liam gently pulls Riley's gown back over her, patting her hair down and wiping tears from her cheek.

"What are we supposed to do about," Riley begins to ask, but pauses when Liam squeezes her wrist.

"Stay quiet. I will do the talking," he commands, and Riley is too frightened to do anything but obey.

As he walks them over to the door, Riley feels a warm liquid traveling down her inner thigh. She looks again towards Liam, wanting some sort of assurance that they weren't going to get into trouble with her father, but he doesn't spare her a glance.

"Princess?" The royal secretary, Jean, calls out. "Your father requests your presence! I still must go and collect the Commander as well. Please, do not make this difficult for me."

Liam opens the door in one swift motion. "No need to go collect me, Jean," the Commander says to the royal secretary. "I was with the princess taking a complaint about one of the nobles." He taps her lower back, which Riley takes as a cue to nod.

"Ah... I see," says Jean, taking a moment to stare at Riley's fallen tears. "Well, then, let me lead you to His Majesty's office."

As Maria walks away, Riley and Liam follow closely behind Jean, the dark hallway illuminated by small streaks of light from the windows.

"Why do you think my father is calling us over so late?" Riley asks Liam, hoping for some gentle conversation. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what had occurred between them in the library. The pain in her inner thighs increased with every step she took.

Instead of answering her, Liam pulls out his phone, illuminating his shadowed face for a few seconds before he puts the phone back in his pocket.

Riley asks her question again, and when he turns to look at her, she looks away. His gaze brought a sense of shame in her, even though at that moment she wanted nothing more than his comforting arms around her.

"I'm not too sure," he says plainly, and they continue their walk in the dark.

When they reach the King's office, Constantine sits at his desk with Leo across from him. The old man motions for both Riley and the Commander to sit, then dismisses Jean.

As the man leaves the office, he tries to read the Commander's expression from the corner of his eye.

Was Liam proud of himself, Jean wonders? Being with the Princess alone so late at night was not only dangerous for her but was guaranteed to cause rumors to go around. He was thankful that it was only him and Maria that had heard what was happening inside. For the princess' sake, Jean told himself that he wouldn't tell anyone what he had witnessed.

"I called you all in here to tell you," Constantine begins, "that the end of the season will be Riley's coronation."

Leo and Riley shift forward in their seats, surprised at their father's words.

"There's no reason for you to be surprised, Riley," the King says. "You knew of this before the season began."

"True, but," she stutters. "It... it was never finalized."

"It has been now," the man says. He opens his mouth to say something more, but Riley interrupts him before he can.

"But why? You told me that I would have months after the season to prepare for the wedding and for my role as queen. Why didn't you—"

"Your father has cancer, Riley," Liam interrupts her.

She turns her head to him in shock. "How long have you known?" the princess asks, a feeling of betrayal filling her eyes with tears.

"There's no way you've been telling your Commander these personal issues before your own children," Leo speaks out.

Constantine raises his voice to answer, "Trust me when I tell you that I wished to tell you sooner, but I truly couldn't."

"Bullshit," Leo states, falling back into his seat.

The room falls into stiff silence. Riley stares down at her hands, anxiety and confusion filling her chest. Leo couldn't shake the anger out of his head; how was Liam a more important person to tell compared to Leo and Riley?

Meanwhile, Constantine and Liam give each other a meaningful look, and the King instructs the Princess that she should get some rest before the morning. He tells Leo to stay in the room for a moment longer.

Liam offers his hand to Riley, and as she stands she sees Leo giving her a meaningful stare from the corner of his eye, but she can't guess what his unspoken words mean. The Commander and Princess walk out of the room arm in arm.

As the door to the King's office closes, Liam's elbow falls away from Riley's, leaving her to reach for him, but she takes a step back before her fingers graze his sleeve.

Riley notices someone else is in the hallway, but cannot recognize them. Liam greets the person with a nod.

"Is it still the same person from your message, Commander?" the soldier asks.

"The same three, Zacharias," he states.

"Of course, sir, my apologies."

Three? Three what? Riley wonders. She had complained to him about Michael, so it would make sense that he would call someone else to do the job for him. But who were the other two he was talking about? Could it be unfinished business?

She takes another step closer to him but stops when the soldier's eyes land on her.

Without another word, the Commander and his soldier walk away from each other, and Liam locks his arm with Riley's again to bring her to her room.

He kisses her hand when he leaves her outside her door, and when she's about to sit on her bed and is unexpectedly met with Maria, Riley jumps away.

"My apologies, Princess," the old woman says. "I just wanted to make sure that you made it back to your room safely."

"You don't have to worry about me, Maria. I'm not a small child anymore," Riley claims.

"I know, but," the woman pauses. "I do not think you should be spending so much time alone with Commander Liam."

"Why? Do you have something against him?"

Maria hesitates before answering. "I just think it's improper."

Riley doesn't respond to her statement. "I'm tired," she says instead. "Good night, Maria."

"Sleep well, child," the woman states, watching Riley roll into bed, then leaving the room.

As she walks the halls towards the servant's quarters, Maria feels a brooding presence behind her. She turns to look, suspecting that someone was following her, but the space behind her was empty; everyone had gone to sleep hours ago.

She continues walking through the palace, purposefully avoiding her room, until she circles back to Riley's chamber. Still, she feels something behind her, until Maria builds up the courage to ask, "Who's there?"

She waits for a response, staring at the dark space she had just come from. Maria stands still until the presence becomes dull, until the clouds outside cover the moon, and the small amount of light she had disappears, and she is left in the dark with an unknown stranger.

...

Even though the king had dismissed Jean, he had other duties to finish before his night came to a close. He made his way quickly to his small office and sighed as he sat down.

Jean grabs papers from the files he still has to work on, telling himself that he'll be fine sleeping on the couch in the corner of the office, but his thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" he calls out, heart thundering, mind racing through the possibilities.

"It's just me, Jean," Zoe Zacharias laughs as they respond.

"Hey, Zoe!" Jean reacts to the pleasant visit. Though he and Zoe were not friends, they had been working closely since Liam became Commander. "Did the Commander dismiss you for the night, too?"

"Yeah, but I'm not too tired," they state, eyeing the pile of documents on the corner of Jean's desk.

Jean follows their gaze towards the pile. "Heh, must be nice being let out early. I can't go to sleep right now even if I wanted to."

Zoe responds with a light laugh. "How about we go get some drinks?"

"I can't," Jean states, motioning towards his pile.

"Afterwards I'll help you with your forms," they state, holding out a hand to lead him out of the room.

They walk quietly into the palace kitchen, which only has a few dim lights on, letting the two of them see around the room. Zoe walks towards a cabinet and grabs two bottles of wine, while Jean survey's their surroundings, worried that someone might catch them.

"You don't have to worry about someone finding us," Zoe states after they grab the bottles. "The Commander lets me get a drink whenever I want."

They start to make their way back to Jean's office, but Zoe stops and walks onto a balcony and Jean follows close behind.

The two of them listen to the melody of the night, the soft whisper of the wind, the gentle hum of life that had yet to sleep. When the bottles are open and they both take a swing, Jean wonders whether he should confide in Zoe about what he knew happened between the Princess and the Commander.

Zoe worked closely with Liam, even if she knew this information, she wouldn't blabber it on to other workers in the palace, would they?

But when Jean turns to look at Zoe, their eyes already stare daggers into him. Jean's body gives a jolt, and he almost chokes on his wine.

"You look like you have something to say," Zoe states.

"No. No, nothing," Jean claims.

Zoe raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Jean gulps and nods his head. He considers running back inside to the comfort of his office couch, but Zoe's gaze makes him too afraid to move.

"Is it something about the Commander?" Zoe guesses, causing Jean's body to go cold.

Noticing the reaction, Zoe throws their head back and laughs. They take a swing from their bottle and wipe the corner of their mouth.

"You can tell me, Jean," they say. "I've got plenty of embarrassing stories about Liam. Some that he'd kill me for if he knew that I'd told anyone." Zoe gives him a wide smile. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Oh, thank God!" Jean breathes a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to tell the Commander and he would... would execute me or something!" The words fall out of Jean's mouth before he knew what he was saying. "I mean I didn't mean to walk in on him and the Princess, and even though I didn't see anything, I still think that it is beyond improper... I mean imagine if the king found out!"

"Exactly," Zoe states as Jean gives out a nervous laugh, staring out into the now moonless night. "Imagine if the king found out."

As Jean kept laughing, the clouds covered more and more of the night sky, leaving him and Zoe unable to see anything in front of them; the light from inside the palace wasn't even sufficient enough. And as the world around Jean becomes darker and darker, his vision turns black, and he is left feeling nothing but an increasing pain in the back of his head.

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a/n: i know this was short but i hope you all enjoyed this :))

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Let me go |Harry Holland|

Pairing: Harry Holland x Therapist! Reader

A/N: so I'm not a therapist and I've never been to therapy, well if you don't consider the sessions with my psychology teacher. All of what I've written comes from what I've learnt in psychology class, reading books and listening to other people's experiences.

Warnings: talk about death, panic attack and it's just really sad

Word count: 3.3k, this is my longest fic yet :)

(Sorry for the shitty moodboard I just had to post this fic or I would have lost my mind)

Harry Holland walked through the halls of the clinic, not really sure why he was here. Well he knew why he had come to see a therapist but he wondered how he put himself in this situation. He had been locking himself inside a glass cave built out of hopelessness for months, his friends and family were greatly concerned about him but he refused to take any help. He had always been stubborn, he never asked for anybody's help. He hated the look of pity on people's faces. He hated people showing him sympathy. He was more than this. He didn't need anybody. He can pull himself together, he just needed time.

But it wasn't helping. Burying your feelings in has never helped anybody. Putting on a smile everyday in front of people and crying himself to sleep, Harry found it more and more difficult. His mum had sensed it and told him to go and see a doctor. He had resisted it at first. 

"Please do it for me, Harry. I cannot see you like this, at least for my satisfaction," Nikki had said. "Just go for a trial session and if you like it then you can continue," but of course he wasn't going to continue. 

Now as he stood in front of the receptionist, he was reconsidering his decision. 

"Yes, do you have an appointment, sir?" 

"Huh?" he seemed lost. "Yeah..yeah" 

"Just wait here, I'll inform Dr Y/l/n" 

"Your know what, cancel the appointment. I- I don't need help" 

"Oh but this is just a trial, Mr Holland" 

"Yeah but I don't-" the receptionist was already at the door, muttering something to the woman inside. 

You step outside to see a curly headed man, he looked pleasant but his eyes looked sad. Those were the eyes of a person who had seen immense grief, someone who had been miserable for a long long time. 

"I'm sorry but I don't need therapy… I didn't realise this before, I -I shouldn't have come here" 

"Oh Mr Holland, this is just a trial right? Let's just have some coffee. This isn't therapy yet" you smile at him. 

"No I really-" 

"Okay then, give me half an hour. If you still feel the same way, then you can leave. Half an hour is all I want from you, Mr Holland" 

"Alright" 

You lead him into your chamber, closing the door behind you. He sits down on a couch across from you, your desk separating you both. The first step of therapy- resistance. People always resist therapy at first, they feel like they don't need the help or maybe seeking help makes them weak. They don't feel like opening up to a complete stranger. How can they? How can they open up their most vulnerable state to a person who they barely know? But slowly and steadily, a rapport is made. A therapist has to be very careful and empathetic. They have to be trusting. Someone who people can turn to. Someone who they can relate to. Someone who understands them. Someone who would just listen. 

"So, your mother sent you here. Right, Mr Holland?" 

"Just- just call me Harry" 

"Okay then Harry, tell me" 

"What do you want me to tell you?" 

"Everything. Start from the beginning" 

"Well I- do you… do you really think I would-" he hesitates. "Who do you think you are? Why do you think I should pay you to listen to my goddamn life story here?" 

"You're not here to tell me your life story," you say politely. "I'm here to help you and I can do that only if you would let me" 

"Well guess what? You cannot help me, I knew I was wasting my time," he gets up and starts to walk away. 

"I asked for half an hour of your time, Harry" 

"Well I don't fucking care" 

"Harry, please listen to me. All I ask is half an hour" 

Little did he know, this half an hour was going to change his life. 

Something about your tone made him stay. He sat back down on the couch, turning away from you. 

"Okay, so if you're not going to talk, I will," you sigh. "So, you have suffered a great loss, someone you loved dearly?" 

"Yes," he still didn't look you in the eye. 

"Who was it?" 

"My…my friend. Girlfriend" 

"And when did this happen?" 

"A year ago" 

"How have you been holding up?" 

He thought of giving another vague answer. How the fuck do you think I'm holding up? I'm fucking dying every single day. 

"Uh- it's been a little better, I guess. It's not as bad as it used to be" 

"Well that's a start. And do you still think about her?" 

Every goddamn minute, lady. What do you want from me? "Yeah sometimes" 

"And how have you been sleeping?" 

I can't sleep. I haven't slept properly for months. If I sleep I see her coming back to me. "Alright I guess" 

This wasn't going anywhere. You thought of recommending him another doctor but something about him charmed you. He was a man who should have been living a great life but his grief was tearing him apart. You had to help him. You felt a strong connection to him, you felt determined. No, I have to help him. I just have to.

"Harry, do you feel like you're responsible for your girlfriend's death?" it was a straightforward question, you had been trying to get something out of him but he wasn't ready to. 

He looked at you dead in the eye, yet could not get any words out. You could sense the anger building up inside him but it wasn't projected at you, he was angry with himself. 

"I….. " he took a few deep breaths, clenching his hands into fists. "Yes" 

"Why is that so?" 

"Fucking hell! Are you for real? She died, okay? And I wasn't there… I wasn't there.. " he was tearing up. "I should have been the one to die! Not her! Not anybody! Everyone just leaves me in the end!" he was full on shouting, letting out everything he had been holding inside himself for a whole year. He had tears in his eyes.

You handed him a box of tissues and he was gasping for breath. When he had calmed down, you both sat in silence for a few minutes. 

"You know, Harry, my friend died the day we had a fight. She was my best friend. I knew her ever since we were three. It was a silly argument. We should not have fought about it. But we did and I told her I wished she would just go away… and then she did" it was painful for you to remember this, but time does heal everything. 

"I'm sorry," his voice was low. "And I'm sorry for all those things I said" 

"No it's alright, that's what you're here for. And besides, it's nothing compared to your loss, Harry" 

"No. It- it's not a competition. Suffering is not a competition. It must've been really hard for you, Dr y/l/n," this was the first time he had addressed you. 

"Call me y/n," you smile at him. "And yeah that's very true. We often blame ourselves, you know, it's very common. We cannot be angry at them so we get angry with ourselves. Even though we know deep in our hearts that there was nothing we could have done" 

There was a long silence. 

"She went out for a drive, that bastard drunk driver," he spoke up. "And I was just resting. She asked me so many times to join her but I wanted to sleep" 

You nod at him and he continued. "That's…the reason I'm not able to sleep. Every night I close my eyes, I think I'll wake up to that phone call" 

"Well yes I don't blame you, our brains sometimes don't process things that come as a shock. And then it just keeps on haunting us forever. Do you believe in life after death, Harry?" 

"Well I don't know what to believe" 

"Have you- felt her? After she was gone?" 

"You'll think I'm crazy" 

"I'm a therapist, it'll take you much more than that to convince me you're crazy" 

"I sometimes talk to her. Like what would she think about this particular situation. Or just that I miss her so much. I don't get any responses but I just try to think like her?" 

"Yeah, that's quite normal actually. People think they need to 'get over' someone's death. But that's not true. You can never really get over something like death" 

"And what does getting over even mean? Like you just forget them? Moving on with your life just means that you think they were never a part of it" 

"Well you're both right and wrong. Yes we must remember our loved ones who are not with us anymore but at the same time, we have to let them go" 

"How? It's too painful" 

"I know. But do you believe in the concept of souls, Harry?" 

"Yeah I mean," he shrugs. 

"The soul is considered to be immortal. And groups of souls tend to travel together. Even if you don't know it, some way, somehow, they're always with us" 

He says nothing but his eyes looked softer now. 

"And just think about it, think of her seeing you like this. Do you think she could have handled you being so miserable?" 

"She would have been heartbroken" 

"Exactly. So do it for her, for yourself. For both of you to feel peace again" 

"Yeah" 

You look at your watch. Half an hour was up. 

"So, Harry. Your half an hour is up. Is there anything else?" 

"Yes, um we can talk about it in our next session?" 

You smile at him. "Of course" 

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After that one half an hour session, Harry was a changed man. He was still mourning, he was still miserable but he had hope. For the first time in a long time, he thought he could actually go on with his life, he could finally feel peace.

The week went by smoothly. Harry tried to make himself busy, by surrounding himself with people and always working. He was still getting nightmares but he was determined to sleep. He was sleeping light, afraid of what deep sleep might show him.

Meanwhile your life was exactly the same, you went on with your day treating people, talking, helping them. You loved your job, you loved the sense of satisfaction you got after patients they told you they were finally better. Every person was a challenge, and you knew there was a gem hidden inside every one of them. All of them had immense potential but life hadn't been kind to them. You felt disturbed and it broke your heart to see people hurting. And you would do anything to make it better for them. To help them.

You couldn’t keep Harry out of your mind. You were thinking about him all day long, awaiting your next session with him. What if he cancels? What can I do if he does? Why am I thinking about him? He had this air around him, a magnetic pull, which was pulling your closer and closer towards him. And why is he so damn attractive? No I should not think about him that way. It was the first and foremost rule of your profession. Never get emotionally attached with your clients. It was a professional relationship and must remain that way.

When he came into your office the following week, you could sense the change in him. You felt proud that a single session made such a difference. There was no arrogance in him, he didn’t seem angry anymore. He was calm and better.

“So, Harry. How was your week?”

“It was good, I’ve been shooting my new short film and it’s coming out to be okay so far”

“Alright and how have you been sleeping?”

“Not that good to be honest. I still get dreams, uh bad dreams”

“What do you see in these dreams?”

“I see the accident scene….again and again, it’s the same dream. Sometimes I see her, she talks to me and all that”

“Hmm and have you talked to your family? Your friends?”

“Yeah I talked to my mum…and my brother”

“What did they say?”

“They said they are here for me and will always love me”

“Yes and I don’t doubt that, Harry. You have a lot of people in your life who love and support you. Embrace that”

The session went by smoothly, he opened up to you about his life, everything about the girl he loved so much. About his family, his career. You found yourself staring at him, taking glances at his hands which he constantly moved while he talked. You noticed he was shaking his leg the whole time. Stop staring, y/n.

Wow she’s so beautiful. And thoughtful. And funny and understanding. What am I doing? She’s my therapist….but…why couldn’t I have met her before? Why didn’t I meet her when I was normal? Would things have been different? But then again, I would have never met her if I was normal.

Things seemed to get better, as the weeks progressed, Harry was becoming more and more like his old self again. But there was a feeling of regret, he thought this was wrong as if he were forgetting her. But you were there to guide him, to tell him that this is what life is. It never stops. No matter what happens, you will heal. Someday, sometime. And each day we progress towards it.

And then it happened. The call came at 1 am in the morning. You were sleeping and you were tired, you had been working all day and just needed some rest. You wouldn't have picked the call up but something told you it was important. That you should pick it up.

“Hello?” you yawn.

You just hear muffled breathing for a few seconds.

“Hello? Who is it?”

“It…it’s me…Harry”

“Harry, what’s wrong?” you thought what could have happened at this time of the night.

“I just- can you-” he sounded like he was choking.

“Harry what’s wrong, you’re scaring me”

“I… can’t… breathe,” you hear him sobbing. ”I had… that… dream, I feel like I’m…going to…die”

“Harry, listen to me. You will be okay. Yeah? Just take deep breaths and sit tight. I’m coming to you”

You search through his file to look for his address. When you find it, you rush through the front door and drive to his house. You were on the phone with him the whole drive.

“Just keep breathing, Harry. Deep breaths, okay?”

To your surprise, the front door was unlocked. It looked like he had gone out into the street in the middle of the night. You search through rooms to find him, and you see him curled into a ball at the corner of a king size bed. You touch his shoulder and he flinches.

“Hey, hey it’s just me. It’s alright”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know who else to call,” he was crying, with the tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes looked small and they looked red from the lack of sleep and of tears.

“It’s alright, Harry. Just come here, it’ll be alright,” you pull him towards yourself him and he buries his face into your chest and you held him, stroking his hair and telling him it will be alright.

“That’s it. Let it out, Harry. It’s okay to cry”

You both stayed like that for another 15 minutes. He couldn’t stop crying and you knew he needed that. He had been holding everything in for so long and it just came out like an explosion tonight. You wiped his tears and made him meditate for a few minutes.

He fell asleep and you stayed up all night, looking at him. He looked so innocent while he slept, and cute too, you thought hiding a blush, even though nobody was there to look at you.

That night, Harry finally felt at peace. He was finally able to sleep. He had no nightmares, just a peaceful dream. He saw his girlfriend, running away from him in a white dress with her hair flowing in the wind.

Please don’t leave me, darling. I love you.

I know you do Harry, but you must let me go. I will always be with you. I will always love you. It is time you start caring about yourself, you must let me go. It is time.

No! don’t leave me!

And he woke up. Something about this dream told him that she was right. It was time. He was finally ready to let her go. For both of their sakes.

He went down to find you sleeping on the couch. He was hesitant at his thoughts but deep down he knew he was falling for you. Am I just using her to cope with my loss? Or do I really love her?

You opened your eyes, looking at Harry sitting on the ground, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

“Better. Really really better. I- I don’t know how to thank you, y/n and I’m so sorry”

“Hey it’s alright, and I’m glad I could help,” you smile. “I should go now, I have to get to work”

“Let me make breakfast and let me drive you to your house”

“Oh no it’s okay I can-”

“I owe this much to you, y/n. Let me”

“Okay”

                              -----------------

It wasn’t until another week when Harry had his next session. You had been thinking about him all the time, you were confused, it wasn’t supposed to go this way. But he….who am I kidding I’m in love with him.

When he walked through the door on a Thursday morning next week, he looked healthy and happier than ever. You felt a sense of happiness yourself, therapy is always beneficial to both the patient and the therapist. Every person is a deep universe, their thoughts, experiences, pain, joy, everything. Empathising with clients is a great learning experience, it becomes a part your personality. It becomes a part of you.

“Hey y/n”

“Hi Harry”

“So my week as been as it’s always and I’ve been feeling a lot better ever since that day…and that dream” he had told you about the dream he had the night you watched him sleep. He seemed to completely change after that, he let go of the intense emotions he had been carrying around.

“That’s very good and you’ve made a lot of progress since our first meeting”

“Yeah…I have”

The session went on as usual, he talked about everything that happened, he started fighting with his brothers again, which he hadn’t done in a long time and even though they were pissed off at him, they were happy to have him back.

“Um Harry,” you say at the end of the session. “I think-” you try to choose your words correctly. “I think it’s about time you start seeing another therapist, yeah?”

You see his face drop. “wh-why? I’m doing so much better, is..is it because of that night? I’m so sorry y/n”

“No it’s not that. You and I both know what’s happening between us, it’s wrong for a therapist to get emotionally attached with her patient. I’m sorry, Harry”

“So you’re saying that you’re becoming emotionally attached with me?”

“I..I’m-“

“It’s alright. I understand y/n”

“Yes, thank you. This has been great”

“So… now that you’re not my therapist, can I meet you for coffee this evening?”

“Harry-“

“Half an hour, Dr y/l/n. Just give me half an hour of your time, if you still feel the same way, I’ll never bother you again”

“Uh-" you hesitate. You knew you should have said no. You were going to say no. Yet the words which came out of your mouth were “Okay then, it’s a date”

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Ugh! The whole family sucks in MaIedictus. I can't wait until people start adding things up just like Jinki did. Can sooman be fired? Prolly not, but his image is done for. The boys be expelled? Prolly not but I'm sure they'll pay for potentially "endangering" students and hunting Taemin for a night.

Christmas break hasn’t even started before other students start putting two and two together. Taemin, the sweet first year Hufflepuff Maledictus who talks endlessly about his adopted father and uncles just disappears one day. Four of the Lee brothers from Slytherin had been the first to tell other students he was a Maledictus, were always caught bullying him and saying mean things to him, and were suddenly all in detention and banned from playing Quidditch for the rest of the year. Then the youngest of the Lee brothers, Jongin, was visibly upset and distressed the entire rest of the term, and was constantly in his father’s office to seek out some sort of comfort. Not to mention Professor Sooman himself was visibly on edge and clearly not in very good standing with the rest of the staff at the moment.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, especially after Chanyeol let it slip on a fit of anger over how harsh he thought his punishment was. News travels fast in a boarding school, after all.

“You stole and withheld another, younger student’s medically necessary potions,” the Headmaster says, all of the Heads of House present as he disaplines the four brothers. “You broke into the Hufflepuff dorms to steal said potions. Then you bullied and tormented and, from what I’ve gathered are your own words, hunted this student the entire night while he was in a very vulnerable state.”

“How vulnerable can a giant snake be?” Chanyeol scoffs.

“Chanyeol,” Sooman barks, and the fourth year at least has the decency to look somewhat ashamed.

“Not to mention you put your own brother and housemate into a body bind the entire night so he couldn’t get help,” the Headmaster says. Then he sighs and leans back in his chair and folds his hands. “Based on this one night’s events alone, I should expel all four of you.”

They’re in an uproar about that, all four of them yelling and shouting until Sooman waves his wand to force them all to sit down and be quiet.

“And you,” the Headmaster says, turning to Sooman then. “You’ve turned a blind eye this whole term, letting them say whatever they want, do whatever they want, never doing a thing even when your youngest tried to tell you they were bullying another student. I should fire you.”

Sooman keeps his lips sealed tight, afraid of what he might say.

“However,” the Headmaster states, “I think we all might stand to learn from our mistakes this term. So no one else will be leaving the castle today.”

Sooman loses his title of Head of Slytherin House, and the boys are all given detention, banned from Quidditch, and put on probation for the rest of the year. If they step one more toe out of line, it’s instant expulsion.

When Sooman leaves the Headmaster’s office, he finds Jongin still sitting in his, still distressed, still upset.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Sooman says gently, kneeling in front of the couch where his youngest son starts crying again.

“I can’t feel him anymore,” Jongin cries. “He’s too far away.”

“Feel who?”

“My Taemin,” Jongin says, his voice straining. “All night he was so scared, and I could feel it, I felt like it was happening to me.”

“You can feel him?” Sooman asks, his voice low, unbelieving. “What do you mean you can feel him?”

“I dunno I just,” Jongin stammers, “I know what he feels when I’m around him. I just know. And all night - all night he thought they were gonna kill him and I couldn’t do anything to help him and I thought they were gonna kill him too.”

He’s crying and shaking and diving to hide his face in Sooman’s chest, but not feeling any better when his father hugs him.

“I remember feeling him when I was little,” Jongin admits. “And I knew if he was happy or sad or scared. And then he got really really scared one day and I never saw him again. And now he was really really scared last night and now I can’t feel him anymore and now I’m never gonna see him again.”

Sooman just sighs, and he tries to offer what little comfort he can. Twins. His twins. Who knew fraternal twins could have a magical bond like that? Certainly not Sooman, not until just now.

But he does remember the first day he ran into Kibum in Diagon Alley with little Taemin. It had been Jongin who wanted to go away from the toy store that day. It had been Jongin who pointed out Kibum, but Sooman is now realizing he must have been pointing out the little boy in Kibum’s arms. It had been Jongin who kept insisting he get to play with Taemin and become Taemin’s best friend.

Sooman can’t believe he didn’t realize it sooner.

Needless to say, Jongin doesn’t go to class that day, and Sooman has to cancel all of his.

Before the Christmas break is over, Sooman is summoned into the Headmaster’s office. Kibum is there, sitting with the Headmaster, looking every bit as angry as he did the morning he barged into his office.

“You and your sons are very lucky,” Kibum spits, “seeing as my best friend works in the department of magical law enforcement.”

“How is Minho doing these days?”

“He’s fine,” Kibum snaps.

“And just why did you not go to the aurors then?”

“Because my son didn’t want to,” Kibum says. “He doesn’t want to do much of anything these days; not after what your sons did to him.”

“Then why are you here?” Sooman snaps.

“Because my son deserves an education just as much as any other child,” Kibum tells him.

“I get it,” Sooman snaps. “He’s your son. He’s not mine. You don’t have to keep emphasizing it.”

“We three need to come up with a solution that will help Taemin feel safe and comfortable enough to return to school,” the Headmaster says, motioning for Sooman to come sit down. “Once we come up with a solid plan, we’ll bring his Head of House in to discuss with her as well.”

It takes a long time - almost an entire day - but they come up with a solution. At least a temporary solution. Well, they come up with three, and they’ll allow Taemin to pick whichever he feels most comfortable with.

And as it turns out, Taemin is most comfortable with their least preferred option, which Kibum has warned them was most likely to happen.

“He’s going to be using the floo to come right after breakfast,” Sooman explains gently to Jongin the day before school starts. “He’ll stay for his classes, have lunch, and then floo back home as soon as his last class is done for the day.”

“He won’t even stay for dinner?” Jongin asks, his voice cracking. “Not at all?”

“For now,” Sooman says carefully, “he’s most comfortable only staying for classes. But who know?” Sooman tries to sound lighter, and he smooths back Jongin’s hair. “Maybe he’ll realize how much he missed you and his friends and decide he wants to stay in the dorm again after just a couple days.”

“It’s all their fault,” Jongin starts to cry, “they tortured him and now I’m never gonna get to see him again.”

“You’ll still see him even if he only comes to school during the day.”

“We’ve only got two classes together!” Jongin cries. “And he’ll never let me sit with him at lunch, and he’d never come near the Slytherin table! I’m never gonna get to talk to him again!”

Sooman just sighs, unsure of what to say. He’s grateful when his oldest, Suho, comes in and takes over the role of comforting Jongin. The two have always been close, and the twenty-year-old spends the entire rest of the day helping Jongin feel better.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Taemin is panicking and crying while Kibum holds him and tries to comfort him. He’s terrified to go back to Hogwarts, terrified to be away from Kibum even if it’s only during the day.

“Don’t make me go, don’t make me go, please,” Taemin begs. “Please, please Daddy, please.”

“You’re going to be okay,” Kibum whispers, trying to calm Taemin down. “It’s going to be okay. It’s just during the day, just for classes.”

Taemin spends the entire rest of the day crying, but Kibum holds him the entire time.

First year is proving to be more difficult for Taemin than Kibum thought it would be.

#taemin #shinee #key #kai #maledictus au

[archival-account-2]

forbidden berry (iii). | tsukishima kei [short fic]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

❛ 𑁍 scenario: in medieval japan; in a hostel that’s situated in a functional, popular village in old japan

❛ 𑁍 warning: nsfw ahead, read with caution; nsfw ahead, read with bravery; nsfw ahead, read with extra care to your emotions

fuka snickered while she was looking up at a heavily flustered, hyper-blushing kei tsukishima. while they chose a strategic hideout spot, fuka ultimately remained staying down behind the tall boulder. meanwhile, she didn't gave kei a forewarning of what they were both traveling for.

and now he knew.

he saw it with his own two eyes.

he saw a mortal goddess... bathing under the soft, dainty waterfalls. she was sitting on a big, flat rock. her body was tucked together in a comfortable position as she gently bathed herself. her womanly and petite body was simply glorious - the curve of her hips to her waist; the seductive angle of trunk - showing a part of derriere, a part of creamy thighs, a part of her enticing chest that was hidden away by her functioning arm. she was drenched, the falling water from falls wetting the temple of her being.

for a while, kei stared at her. he's unable to rip his gaze away from her. even if he wanted to, he simply couldn't. she magentized his attention away from all else.

she's an enchantress, who was unaware that someone was spectating on her in secret behind the boulder. a lowly mortal with his mere satchel and sword.

fuka, as quietly as she can, slowly slipped away. she took one step down. then another... then one more time... she kept doing this until she was out of mind, out of sight.

"fuka, i think we should... we should leave..."

by the time kei looked down, his tour guide had disappeared and he was at his own disposal.

'that brat!,' kei thought angrily as he realized he was left all alone. 'she dragged me here then what? abandon me without a forewarning? how childish!'

kei attempted to climb down the boulder. he succeeded, of course. with his nimble feet and hands & tall feet, he got himself back on the ground with no time.

"k-kei?"

if he didn't know how to hold himself up, he could have fallen flat on the ground with his dignity sprawling down with him. but luckily, he didn't. but his poor, poor, poor brave and valorous heart...

panic, surprise, fear, and second-hand embarrassment clutched it without fail and he swore he nearly felt a heart attack.

that sweet voice that resembled an angel... that honey-like sound that rang like the tinkling bells of heaven... kei thought he would never get to hear that voice ever again.

"kei? wh-what are you doing h-here?"

kei mustered all the strength and mettle that was left in him and turned back.

and he swore, once again, on his life and his afterlife, that he was facing a literal creature from another world.

though she was the very same woman he was eyeing under the waterfalls, he couldn't believe that she was just so different up-close as if she just traveled through a portal from a different universe.

obviously, she was already done bathing and looked like she's ready to go from the way she was carrying her basket of bathing essentials and soiled clothes. she was dressed in a very thin material that must be either made of cotton or silk. or maybe even both. after all, her body wasn't properly dried, so the moisture from her bath made the material stick to her body like second skin.

it didn't help kei at all regarding on how to where to place his eyes.

her hair messily and sexily tousled over one of her shoulder; her pebbled, rosy aerolas were poking against the thinnest robe kei had ever seen; her robe was a bit tight for her so her figure was well accentuated; the center core of her womanhood was teasingly flashed by and it was only merely covered the wide, dangling string that held the robe together in the front.

oh, the temptation to take it off of her to feed the pent-up lust he's starting to build...

'no, kei! you shouldn't think something dishonorable!,' he chided to himself mentally. 'you are better than that!'

"(y/n)," kei coolly said, looking at her dead-straight into her (e/c) orbs that were astonished. "i was wandering by myself. any problems with that?"

he had to fib or else he would blow the cover fuka forced upon him when she left. that little bitch had played him like a damn fiddle and he's hoping the sound it's resonating isn't bad.

(y/n) shook her head, droplets of water spraying on the ground.

"um... no, but it's just that... er..." out of sheer embarrassment, (y/n) attempted to cover herself up better. she wasn't expecting some or any sort of company, so she thought she could be indecent. she guessed wrong because fate made her guess wrong.

how playful...

"i thought it's gonna be just me," (y/n) murmured to herself, turning away.

"well, i'm here now, i guess," kei said, shrugging his shoulders. he remembered the cake he was carrying. he added, "which is a good opportunity, i suppose." he grabbed his satchel and ruffled the contents, attempting to find the box he stuffed in there earlier. (y/n), in turn, because she didn't find kei to be threat unlike the carnal men of his own kind, walked up to him, her indecency not minded at all all of the sudden. she stood in front of him as she peered at whatever thing kei was trying to retrieve.

"are you looking for something?" (y/n) asked.

"here." at the nick of time, kei finally found the lavender-scented, purple box he hid away and handed it to the innocent-looking harlot. "i bought it for you."

was it just (y/n) or did he sound almost ashamed/shy when he said that?

it didn't matter at all. (y/n) gratefully accepted the box and with kei's nod, she opened the box.

and she delighted to see cake.

"kei-kun." the way she addressed him made kei suddenly bloom a thick, shade of blush all across his face, much to his manly dismay. "it looks lovely~"

(y/n) looked like she's ready to eat it and kei found it really adorable (in his own secrecy) that he actually blurted out, "you can eat it now."

"with my hands?" (y/n) asked, surprised. "that wouldn't be proper, would it?"

"it's just the two of us," kei stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. "nobody would see you."

feeling reassured, (y/n) gently picked up a slice of the cake and placed it in her mouth. she chewed it with gratification and release. she loved the way how the icing warmly melts on her tongue and go through her throat. the chewiness of the cake was to die for. it was nice to eat something soft, warm, and sweet for a while after eating consuming meals that were not even edible for healthy ingestion.

the way her mouth moved, the way her lips puckered as she ate... oh, boy... kei didn't know what the hell he's going to do now: to stare at her even more or finally make the damn move he's been saving for all these months he's been pining on (y/n).

'screw it,' kei thought firmly. 'no one is around and damn those people to hell if they even saw us here.'

"(y/n)."

"hm- mhmmph!"

his lips came crashing on her like, claiming her warm ruby reds with his own. the sensation of her mouth warmed his very being like hot geyser exploding from the depths of the earth. the feeling of just placing his lips on hers was exhilirating.

'kei...,' (y/n) thought lovingly.

for once in his life, he's feeling of what it's like to be carnal towards the woman he had been desiring for all this time ever since their first meeting. the lust that was pented up inside of him was starting to explode like a sequence of dangerous fireworks.

kei groaned and directed their position to the boulder where he was formerly hiding. he entrapped the (h/c) beauty there - against the rock and his lean, slender but formed body that was firing up with all the hotness in hell right now.

he kept kissing her, slipping in his tongue. (y/n), surprised, gasped and obviously, kei took the advantage, and dominated her mouth with his own, showing who's the boss, who's the dominant between the two of them.

for some odd reason... (y/n) didn't fight back. yes, she hated whenever she's treated like a ragdoll. but, holy fuck, if it's the man she hellbent on having all to herself ever since the demon named 'cupid' came, she didn't mind it at all. in fact... she wanted all the more he could give her at this very damn moment.

(y/n) moaned into the hot, sloppy kiss, treading her hands into kei's soft blonde locks and, good lord, she felt she's in cloud nine when she heard kei's manly groan.

"kei..." (y/n) said between the thick kiss of immense lust. "kei, kei... kei..."

she whispered his name like it's a prayer. but he'll make sure she'll scream out his name like she's worshipping him.

"shut up," kei growled, pulling away from the kiss. "i'm the one dominating. not you, little lily."

#kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei #kei #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukki x reader #kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #flirtluvv request

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch - part 3

Pairing: dad!roger x mum!reader

note: I'm so excited for this specific part, bet you're too. As I said, pardon my poor English, i don't speak them like a native :( there will be part 4! Thanks for your feedback!

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

warnings: penetrating sex [dom!roger, sub!reader], angst, violence, fluff

words: 2,600

dialogue prompts // masterlist //

part one // part two

taglist: @madeinheavxn​ @stacymaytaylor @namelesslosers

Roger laid on top of you, his hand resting next to your head and his eyes focused on yours. His eye colour got darker and his irises dilated. Your hands unbuttoned his white suit, the second your lips found his and by now his suit was lying on the floor. 

His hands attempted taking off your tiny nighty, revealing your curves, your pretty thighs, your breasts and your underwear. His knee was gently rubbing your private area while staring at your soul. With fast moves, you removed his belt and finally unzipped his jeans in which his boner was trying to hide.

His lips found yours again, asking for a deeper entrance. His tongue fighting yours, feeling every inch of his oral cavity. His palm was placed on your cheek, moving to your neck, later to your breast, massaging it slowly and later it found your hip, squeezing it hard, showing how much he loves your curves.

There was no guilt in you, neither shame. You were giving your heart and your body to the man who broke your heart the most. But there's still love in it. You loved him to pieces, you dated another man trying to replace his presence but nothing was working. You wanted him and only him. It's a fact you slept with R/N but you didn't feel the same way you feel with Roger. He makes it all about you. He makes sure you feel comfortable, safe and able to come. Well, R/Y would only do it to satisfy himself. You do call Roger a selfish man but on sex, he's not.

"Should we go on?" He tried to make sure you wouldn't regret it. You didn't answer, you just nodded allowing him to continue. "We just have to be quiet. If Laura hears a noise we're fucked." He leaned in your face, to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Literally." You giggled.

You could see his cock's silhouette around his tight underwear. You were so ready and excited to feel it again inside you. "Babe, don't move. I'll make it all about you." He gently whispered and by then he took it off, staying naked in front of you. You rushed taking yours off but he stopped you. "I'll do it." He stated and laid between your legs playing around after removing the fabric.

"Ah Roger you better start or I'll come before we even-" it was pretty obvious you were rushing for the good one.

"Shh... Spread your legs wider baby." He was at his earlier position now, waiting for you to follow his order. "Are you okay?" He asked as if it's your first time ever and that's cute. "Can I continue?"

"Yeah." You nodded again because your voice couldn't be heard due to your heart beating fast. There was a moment you laughed and he noticed that.

"What is it, love?" He questioned and smiled at your cute reaction.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous." You laughed again. How can you be nervous to him? He knows your body, you know his. You have had sex with him in the past.

"Calm down, I've got this." His hand rested on your palm and he prepared himself for the best. His penis was slowly inserting into your vagina, his moves were smooth and steady. It was all so romantic. You both never lost eye contact. Meanwhile, there were soft gentle kisses and quiet moans. "You're so tight for me, just what I want." He said between his moans and his hand moved a few of your hair behind your ear.

"Roger I love you." You whined between his thrusts which got harder and deeper, filling you up entirely.

"I love you too Y/N." He whispered to your ear before biting your lobe.

You were about to reach your climax. Your free hand attempted going down at your area but Roger lifted it up, now holding both of your hands. "But, Rog, I'm going to -" you tried to speak but he stopped you.

"Same. Let me do it." He answered and his hand travelled to your folds, rubbing your clit at the rhythm he was moving. His thrusts got sudden and deep. He was coming too. Your soft moans sounded like a whimper and he enjoyed listening to that sound. Opposed to you, his voice was deep and raspy and each final thrust was coming with a sudden moan of him. "Ah fuck. Oh, God." He got out of you and laid next to you trying to catch his breath.

You didn't say a word after coming with him. You needed some energy to gather to talk again. You turned around, facing your nightstand where the frame is displayed until your eyes closed. There wasn't talking after sex, not even a cigarette, but his arm wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your collarbone. "Goodnight..." you heard him whisper in your ear.

"Night..." you said back.

Next morning

It was 7:00. You were supposed to wake up and prepare Laura for school but a sleepy Roger moved his muscles next to you, placing his hand on your arm giving a soft kiss at your neck. "I'll do it. Go back to sleep." You groaned and closed your eyes again.

A couple of hours had passed until you fully opened your eyes. It took you a while to realise what really happened last night. You slept with your ex-husband and the worst is you liked it more than ever. R/N could never be as caring as him. He wouldn't make it all about you. It was just for satisfying his and your needs. There was no emotion in the meanwhile.

Without any other morning thoughts, you got out of bed, entirely naked. Fuck you thought. He left some marks at your neck probably trying to mark his territory. The problem is how are you going to keep it a secret. If R/N sees it, you'll be out of false excuses.

You got dressed up, wearing your jeans and a simple shirt. As you opened the door you walked through the bathroom to wash your teeth and your face.

It took you a while to get out of there. A strange feeling of shame and regret took over. You suddenly felt it shouldn't have happened. What about R/N? What's going to happen now? You didn't know if Roger was in the house or not until you heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom.

"Y/N, are you still in there?" Roger's voice was gentle and smooth as he knocked on the door.

"Y-yes, I'm not ready." You lied. You were just sitting at the toilet's cap waiting for him to leave.

"Okay, I'll be in the living room." He answered knowing already that something was wrong.

You said nothing until he vanished from the hall so you could finally let your tears fall. A weird sensation of throwing up immediately found you at the toilet. You felt dizzy, nervous and scared. Unfortunately, your sounds could be heard outside so Roger rushed in the bathroom. "Y/N, what's happening?"

"Fucking get out!" You shouted, hiding your face.

"Are you alright? Can I help you?" He offered his help but you refused.

"I said get out!" You pushed him back at his attempt trying to approach you.

He didn't say a word and left you alone. He knew something was going wrong. He was scared you'd regret it and somehow you're trying to avoid him. Ten minutes later, you got yourself together and got out. "Roger?" You asked searching for his figure in the room. At your surprise, you found him nowhere. You felt relieved of his absence. You needed to be alone. You walked through your kitchen to drink some water. But Roger left you a note at the counter: "When you feel better, come at my place. We need to talk. I'll go pick Laura up from school. Rog"

You felt bad for not telling him a word. It's not that you didn't want it last night, but it was guilt that made you believe it shouldn't have happened. However, it should have happened. You just didn't know.

A little later, your bell was ringing. You thought it was Roger but the vibe was so negative, it wouldn't be him. "Who's this?" You questioned.

"Y/N open up!" It was R/N. He sounded angry. You were scared, you've been feeling terrible all day. You didn't know what to do. You panicked. You didn't know what to do. To not seem weird and guilty like you have been feeling all day you made the mistake to open the door.

"R/N what's wr-" you didn't finish your line and his huge palm found your cheek, turning it to burning red. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you serious?" You screamed, feeling your cheek burning. He closed the door behind him, approaching you dangerously. You stood on your feet again trying to defend yourself.

"You're a whore, this is what you are!" He yelled pointing at you as you were slowly moving backwards to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about! What has gotten into you!?" You shouted again but he slapped you at the other cheek, "FUCK OFF." You were probably heard to the next block as he threw you to the floor.

"You have no excuses, I know he stayed here last night!" This time he tried to kick you at your stomach but your legs prevented him from it. You were in pain you had to get the hell out of there.

"He stayed with Laura! I was alone, I swear!" You lied. You felt unhelpful at that moment, you thought he could kill you at any moment. You had to guess last night that he would spy you but he never showed signs of pathetic dependency.

"He stayed in your house! That's what matters! This is why you didn't let me stay here yesterday!" He picked you up from the floor to face you. Or to beat you. But it helped you to find any possible kitchen item to hit him.

"He's her father and he had every right to stay here!" You made no sense after everything you have told him. You used to customize Roger with every negative adjective but now, after doing what you did with him, here you are defending him. He would never raise a hand on you. Never. Period.

"You fucking fucked him! I don't believe shit from you! I'm about to give you a lesson!" He shouted again. This time he was about to slap you for good but your reflexes noticed to the back a washed pan. Without a second thought, you hit him with that on his head, leaving him barely unconscious on the floor. "Bitch... I'll come at you.." he tried to gain his senses but a possible concussion kept him right there.

You immediately grabbed your keys and left your apartment. You didn't give a damn if he finds any proof you had sex with Roger, it's obvious now he's so pathetic to find any possible clue. Even the sheets will be suspicious to him. He will even find the photo album you scrolled through at your parlour. "Fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?" You told yourself as you were driving to Roger's place.

It didn't take long, you arrived fastly at his place, wandering for a place to hide. His hug

"Roger!" You screamed as you rushed to his mansion's stairs, so he'd quickly open the door. "Roger, open up!!" You were scared that R/N would appear from any corner. The worst is that he knows where you're hiding now.

Roger opened the door in a hurry, staring at you shocked and frightened by your voice. "Y/N what happened!?" He asked concerned.

You didn't say a word, you just got into his arms, pushing him inside his house and closing the door behind you. You both sat on the floor, you were in his arms, crying and trembling from terror but you felt safe. His hands were rubbing your back with affection. "H- he hit me." You finally said after sobbing. His eyes tried to track any visible sign but the palm marks on your cheek said enough to him, driving him mad.

"He what?" He narrowed his eyebrows.

"He knows about us. He spied me last night. He saw you coming upstairs and you not leaving proved him right. I'm such an idiot." You cried out to his shoulder but he was too focused on you being physically healed.

"Did he do anything else?" He asked scared you could be sexually abused.

"No, I hit him and left like a thief... I don't know, he might still be at home!" You sputtered.

"You're at my home now. He won't do anything to you now. You'll sue him, that's what you're gonna do. Come with me now..." he gently picked you up and slowly walked upstairs. "I'll take care of you, like the old times." He smiled at you and your sobbing immediately vanished.

He was so protective of you, he was carefully taking your clothes off while the bath was filled with hot water, soap, and whatever you needed. Anything to calm you down. "You can get in now, babe." He kissed your shoulder and helped you place yourself in the bath. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warm water and his eyes on you.

"Do you want me to leave or stay?" He asked.

"Stay." You said with your eyes closed and your hand trying to find his. "Roger, I'm sorry for acting weird earlier. I was just feeling overwhelmed by the situation.." you apologised.

"Save it baby, I understand. I'm glad you're here now, even under those circumstances." He acknowledged the situation.

"This is such a butterfly effect, Rog." You jested.

"Our entire marriage was a butterfly effect. Where do I start?" He joked and kissed your hand.

"If I talked to you in the morning you would probably come back and R/N wouldn't appear and at the end, he wouldn't have beat me." Well, as you said it, you thought that everything does happen for a reason. Even that. Maybe a situation such as made you choose faster. Either him or Roger. It was always Roger.

"I'll beat his ass, remind me that the next time I see him." He exaggerated but you don't blame him.

"He doesn't worth your time." You refused and looked at him.

"Neither your tears." Oh god, that was deep. That got seriously your attention. "I mean you cried enough for me and I didn't deserve your tears too but you were supposed to be with a man who makes you happy." He explained and by now you knew how lucky you were to be with him again.

"Roger, did you memorize that?" You laughed in awe and stared at him like the first time.

"Of course not. I love you." He leaned in closer to you, probably asking for a kiss. You gave it to him, feeling calm after what happened earlier.

"I love you too." You answered. "But I think it's time to pick Laura up." You added and he checked the time.

"Oh you're right, I should get going. I'll be back!" He stood up, kissed you and left you on your own to enjoy the rest of your bath.

He's now trying the best to gain you back. He deserves it, doesn't he?

#roger taylor #Roger Meddows Taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x Y/N #roger taylor x female reader #queen band #freddie mercury #john deacon #brian may #smut-prompts #roger taylor smut #queen