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[CN] Ch 37 - Gavin’s Farewell (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers related to the main storyline which have not been released in English servers! 🍒

I would highly recommend NOT reading this unless you’re interested in S2 content. The reason why I translated this is because I intend to translate everything related to S2 Gavin, which includes an S2 R&S which occurs right after this chapter :>

The second half of this is fully translated while the first half includes bullet-point summaries because I realised midway through that another translator already translated it (here) so I didn’t want to pour too much time into the less important parts HAHA

Routes done by other translators: Lucien l Victor

Ch 37 starts with MC at the northern outskirts, preparing for the final episode of Miracle Finder

According to the weather forecast, a tornado would be hitting Loveland City, and a team from STF has been dispatched to prevent this calamity

Minor: Bro, may I know where your Commander has gone?

STF Member: The Commander is very busy and doesn’t have time to see you.

Minor: Hey, we’re...

MC: Hello, we made an appointment for an interview. Could you let us go in?

The team member looks at the reporter identification card hanging around my neck skeptically.

STF Member: Wait here. I’ll do some verifications.

Eli: She doesn’t need an appointment.

STF Member: Captain Eli!

With his hands stuffed into his pockets, Eli walks over leisurely, shooting us a nod.

Eli: MC, long time no see.

Then, he casts a teasing look at the solemn-faced team member.

Eli: Do you know who she is?

The team member looks at me, then at Eli. After that, his expression makes it clear that realisation has dawned on him.

Team member: Oh, she’s Commander’s...

I chuckle awkwardly, stopping the team member before he can finish.

MC: If it isn’t convenient, we could leave now.

Eli: It’s not inconvenient. Oh yes, need me to call Gavin for you?

MC: No need! I don’t want to disturb your operations.

Eli: In that case, I won’t disrupt. You guys can go ahead. But according to estimations, there’s only five minutes left before the tornado will hit Loveland City. It’s best for you to film nearby, and not go near those windbreaks.

MC: Got it!

The filming crew hastily sets up the recording devices

As the tornado draws closer, the windbreaks start shifting, and the film crew notes that it’s difficult to film

Gavin appears, pushing the windbreaks back to their original positions using his Evol. This reduces the force of the wind, and the tornado shifts its course

After a few seconds, the tornado vanishes without a trace

Photographer: Incredible!!

MC: Gavin, you’re truly so dashing!

A few injured team members are carried off by the medics stationed around. I frantically look around for Gavin.

From afar, I see a familiar figure walking towards me.

My eyes brighten, and I run over without hesitation.

MC: Are you okay? Did you get hurt?

A look of resignation flits across Gavin’s face. He reaches out, tidying my hair.

MC: The way you looked earlier was so...

“Gavin, you’re truly so dashing!”

My hand slips, and I tap the recording from earlier. My exclamation has been recorded as well.

MC: ...this will be deleted during the editing process.

A smile finally appears on his grave and stern face.

Gavin: Wait for me here. I’ll look for you later.

MC starts chatting with the members of STF who bring up how Gavin’s judgement calls and decisions are a large part of why they were able to handle the frequent disasters lately

However, they also point out that they haven’t received much warmth from him (aside from an increase in medical insurance LOL)

Gavin returns, and the two of them head off to a quieter place where they come across and tend to some injured pigeons

Angst:

MC: Actually, whether it’s them or the wind - they know their own direction. No matter how far they go, and no matter whether they lose their way, they won’t stop. Right?

Gavin doesn’t speak, but holds my hand gently.

He gets called off for a mission after this, and has to leave in two hours. MC sits down on a boulder

MC: In that case, you need to get proper rest for a while. I wonder if Mr Commander, who has worked for an entire day, is willing to agree to my request.

Gavin: I can rest in whichever way I want?

His question stumps me, and I'm left stunned for a few seconds. Unexpectedly, Gavin uses my knees as a pillow.

Gavin: Thanks for coming.

MC: ...you’re welcome.

I open my mouth again, wanting to salvage my inarticulate response. But Gavin has already closed his eyes.

After a long while, the sound of steady, long drawn breathing drifts over.

This patch of land is encased by the night scene and the cold. Yet, at this moment, my heart is incredible bright, and incredible warm.

I caress his face gently, which has finally revealed tiredness, and my heart feels tender.

MC: You’ve worked hard, Gavin.

I hope you can have a good dream.

In the vast and boundless universe, the comet speeds towards that blue coloured planet.

Cities, forests, mountains, rivers and oceans are swallowed up entirely by heat waves and tongues of fire. In the blink of an eye, they melt into thin air.

I seem to be the only one remaining in place in the entire world. That star gradually shrinks, akin to a burning bullet shooting straight to my heart--

I’m jolted awake from the nightmare, and take in large breaths of air.

Gavin: You’re awake?

MC: Sorry... how could I have fallen asleep too?

Lifting my head, I meet Gavin’s worried gaze.

Gavin: Had a nightmare?

MC: It wasn’t a nightmare. It was a beautiful dream. I dreamt that we became super universe warriors, saving the world from the brink of destruction.

Pulling myself together, I use a joke to feign light-heartedness.

Gavin: Looks like you should have stayed in this dream for a little longer. It’d be best if you didn’t wake up.

He releases a breath, then tightens the jacket draped over me.

Behind us, the sound of footsteps draw near.

Gavin stands up. The STF member walks over, saying something to Gavin softly.

Stunned, I react quickly: He’s about to leave for a sudden base command mission.

MC: Are you leaving now?

Gavin: I still have ten minutes.

MC: In that case, I have one final question to interview you about.

Turning around, I look at Gavin steadily.

MC: Before the end of the world, what’s your wish?

Gavin: ...my wish?

MC: This is a question from me to you, so you just have to answer me. Over the last couple of days, I interviewed many people, and heard many of their wishes. But I haven’t had the chance to ask about your wish. I want to know what Gavin’s wish is.

Gavin looks slightly surprised, and he doesn’t say anything for a long time.

Perhaps this question is too illusory, and that he has never invested a wish in something unrealistic.

??: Look quickly - there are shooting stars!

Exclamations from the crowd drift over from afar. Gavin and I look up at the same time.

Shooting stars are streaking across the sky, leaving brilliant traces in their wake, gradually growing from sparse to majestic.

Beneath this resplendent and grand brightness, everything turns insignificant and tranquil.

MC: How beautiful...

The traces left by the shooting stars are long and narrow in the sky.

The ubiquitous light illuminates the mountains and valleys, illuminates the river at the end of the horizon, and illuminates the city.

It also illuminates every face which is lifted upwards.

Gavin suddenly grabs my hand, his voice incredibly soft.

Gavin: When I was seventeen, I did have a wish.

Large flocks of snow white pigeons suddenly fly across the sky.

In the dark night, the sound of the pigeons’ wings and the pure white feathers drifting down drown out his voice.

I tilt my head, looking into his eyes which have been illuminated by starlight, and want to ask him what it is.

The gaze he gives me has a certain deep longing and sorrow. I sense that it contains a lot of emotions outside of my comprehension.

In my second of distraction, I almost ask if he knows that I’m about to leave.

But I don’t have the courage to verify my guess.

I grip his hand, trying to squeeze out a smile.

MC: Before, I only thought of making wishes whenever I saw shooting stars. I didn’t expect there’d be a day when shooting stars would be things that would destroy this world.

Gavin: Are you afraid?

I shake my head.

MC: Actually, as long as I’m by your side, I’m not afraid at all.

Gavin lowers his head, covering our laced hands with a kiss.

Gavin: I promise you.

Gavin: Till the very last moment, I won’t leave you.

I can hear the heartbeat from his chest. Closing my eyes, I make silent wishes to the shooting stars.

I wish that the world will never have an end.

I wish that he will always be by my side.

Gavin’s very busy as the Commander, and the time they spend together becomes especially short

Gavin finishes an important meeting, and MC shares the good news with him that after the film was broadcasted, citizens contacted MC’s company to send the lunches, medical resources, etc. to STF

Gavin is happy about it, but tells her that the STF doesn’t need them, and they could be sent to places that need them more

Just as he’s about to say something else, he gets a notification and has to leave

MC can’t help but feel disappointed at having to part with Gavin :< But she pumps herself up by saying that this battle is one that she’s facing together with the entire human race

It’s the final day of the doomsday countdown.

The day which has left us on tenterhooks has finally arrived, but it doesn’t seem different from any other day.

MC: How’s the situation today?

STF Member A: No casualties. The damaged communications and transport lines are slowly getting restored.

STF Member B: That’s right. The Commender isn’t injured either. Sis-in-law, there’s no need to worry.

MC: ...all right.

While engaging in idle conversation, I look around for Gavin’s profile.

Very soon, someone appears from behind the doors of the headquarters.

Gavin, who has changed out of his uniform, is walking towards me. The sleeves of his grey jacket are rolled up slightly, revealing his sturdy wrists.

When our eyes meet, Gavin has already walked over to me, and I’m in a daze for a second.

Lifting my head to look at him, my heart seems to make a guess, and it starts thumping.

Gavin: You’re here?

MC: Mm. Don’t you have tasks today?

Gavin: I took half a day off.

MC: Eh...?

Gavin: I’ll accompany you on a walk.

Whistles and hooting can be heard from behind. Gavin casts a sweeping glance at the group behind him, and they become silent immediately.

MC: Are you sure it’s okay? I think it’s better to stay here...

Taking my hand, Gavin walks out. A little hesitant, I turn back repeatedly, afraid that I’d be wasting too much of his time.

I didn’t expect Eli to give me a wave, mouthing the words “don’t worry” at me.

Gavin: Don’t mind them.

MC: I don’t know why, but I keep feeling as though I’m taking up a lot of public resources.

The corners of Gavin’s lips twitch slightly. He looks at me with resignation, then sighs.

Gavin: Can’t a Commander leave work and go on a date?

He stands before me, his amber eyes revealing seriousness.

Gavin: Right now, the person standing in front of you is the Gavin who belongs only to you.

The streets are completely empty. Shadows of trees are scattered, stretching to the end of the empty road.

Without realising it, we walk to the vicinity of Loveland High, and have a final bowl of noodles in Lynn’s Kitchen, which has yet to close for business.

Currently, the television is broadcasting a live interview regarding how the STF pushed back the tornado. While watching it, the boss clicks his tongue in awe.

Boss: Did you guys really push the tornado back?

Gavin: Some news outlets like to exaggerate. Don't believe all of them.

MC: Gavin, I was the one who filmed it.

Gavin: ...mm, we pushed it back.

Boss: More beef for the two of you. Do you want any other side dishes?

MC: Yes!

Gavin: Are you sure you can finish them?

MC: Yes I can!

Gavin sets down his chopsticks. Looking at the table of dishes and the pile of beef in the bowl, he expresses doubt through his gaze.

MC: Is this a new flavour of noodles? It seems like I haven’t eaten it before.

Boss: Miss, you could tell? I tried a new recipe for the soup. How’s the taste?

MC: It’s incredibly, and incomparably delicious!

Boss: That’s good. Having missed so many opportunities in life, it isn’t worth beating myself up over this. But not having more people try this bowl of noodles - just thinking about it makes me feel very regretful. Thank you both for finishing it.

MC: So bloated...!

Gavin: [laughs] You finished all the side dishes the boss gave.

MC: Because I don’t want to become a hungry ghost...

Gavin: What nonsense are you saying.

Gavin taps on my forehead lightly. When his gaze lands on the school gate across the street, his expression suddenly turns tender.

Gavin: You once saved a cat here.

MC: You once beat up a few people here.

Gavin laughs in spite of himself.

Unsurprisingly, the school gates are shut tight. Reading the disappointment on my face, he pats my shoulder gently.

Gavin: Do you want to go anywhere else?

MC: What a pity... I really wanted to go back and take a look. Hold on, I’ve got it!

Gavin: Are you sure you want to do this?

MC: No one’s around, so what’s there to be afraid of!

With Gavin’s help, I climb up the wall at the back of the school.

MC: I’ve wanted to do this since a very long time ago.

Patting my hands, I turn my head. Gavin is still standing beneath the wall, looking at me speechlessly and humorously.

MC: It’s all right. There’s nobody in the security room or the classroom buildings. Come up quickly.

Gavin purses his lips, his expression showing that he’s been defeated by me.

He very easily climbs over the wall, and sits down next to me.

Gavin: Are you ready?

As though seeing through my hesitance, he suppresses his laughter while looking at me.

Gavin: I’ll do a countdown for you?

Since I’ve already reached this stage, there’s no room for regret. Taking a deep breath, I slowly release the hand which is holding me from behind.

Gavin: Three, two--

Before the word “one” leaves his mouth, I’ve already let go due to my panic. My falling self is very quickly encased with a gust of wind.

My frantic heartbeat throbs against my eardrums, and we land on the ground safely.

MC: I think I shouldn’t have eaten so much earlier.

Gavin: You can’t move anymore?

MC: ...I’m afraid you can’t carry me.

Gavin: I can carry you.

As though proving his words, his hands reach over my elbow, lifting me up as he walks towards the classroom buildings.

MC: But this...!!

The corners of Gavin’s lips arch upwards gently.

Gavin: No one’s around, so what’s there to be afraid of?

We arrive at Gavin’s classroom from back then.

The classroom isn’t locked. Switching the lights on, I see words written on the blackboard which have not been erased yet.

MC: Gavin, which one was your desk?

Gavin’s taken aback slightly. He looks around, then points at the seat next to the window at the back.

Gavin: There.

MC: Is it this one?

I walk to the back of the classroom, staring at the graffiti on that table curiously.

MC: There’s an upside-down “Good morning” etched onto it... I can tell that you were pretty fond of learning.

Gavin: ...it’s the one behind.

Following Gavin’s gaze, I turn back. A desk is in a corner, next to the wall.

MC: But so many years have passed. They’ve definitely changed the tables and chairs numerous times, and the table isn’t necessarily this one.

Seizing this opportunity, I sit down on the seat which was once Gavin’s. Narrowing my eyes, I look around.

MC: Ooh... can’t really have a good view of the blackboard. But the ventilation here isn’t bad. It should be really comfortable taking an afternoon nap here.

Perhaps due to hearing my serious comment, a fragment of a smile appears on his lips.

Gavin: Why are you suddenly bringing these things up?

MC: I mentioned it to you before. We had the normal civilians and Evolvers create a wishing wall together.

MC: I thought I’d see lots of bold, imaginative and bizarre wishes. But after looking at it, I realised that wasn’t the case.

MC: “Wanting to eat hot pot for the last time”, “gathering with family”, “wanting to reconcile with a past lover...”

MC: I realised that the most fervent wishes from the bottom of one’s heart were actually unfulfilled regrets.

MC: So...

I want to make up for these regrets.

We leave the classroom, walking down the stairs, the sound of our different footsteps resonating in the dim stairwell.

Gavin: Are you scared?

MC: Huh?

Gavin: I remember that there used to be lots of horror stories in school.

As he speaks, he slows down his pace, always a step ahead of me.

After hesitating for a moment, I genuinely want to tell Gavin that I’m actually not afraid.

Or rather, instead of being afraid of these stories, I’m even more afraid that the path beneath our feet will soon come to an end.

I hope that the stairs beneath our feet can go on for a little longer. It’d be best if they don’t have an ending.

MC: ...Gavin.

Standing at the side of the steps, I turn my head, calling his name involuntarily.

A repressed impulse propels me to do something.

He stands one step below me, and has also stopped. He looks at me, slightly puzzled.

A few rays of light spill in from outside the window and in between us, cleaving the light and darkness.

This ray of light is akin to a crease. With me standing in front of him, it’s as though it’s witnessing the coming together of the years we spent separated.

Gavin: I know what you want to say.

His voice is suddenly very soft, and it brings with it a confident smile.

In the next second, he leans down. Gripping my chin, he kisses me.

The pale yellow streetlights on both sides of the street filter through the lush leaves, fragmented and scattered on the ground.

Since the library isn’t open, Gavin and I are walking around the empty school grounds.

A warm sensation seems to linger at the corner of my lips. Feigning composure, I avert my line of sight, too embarrassed to meet Gavin’s gaze.

The clock chimes from a distance, and ginkgo leaves rustle as they drift down.

For a moment, neither of us speak.

The shooting stars in the sky grow increasingly dense, and my heart rate speeds up.

An uneasy feeling in my gut tells me that the moment is about to arrive.

MC: Even though we get to see shooting stars every day, it seems there isn’t enough time for many wishes to be fulfilled.

I smile, pretending to be relaxed, and breaking the tense silence between us. Gavin seems to sense something, and his amber coloured eyes look at me.

Gavin: MC, you haven't finished your words from earlier. You’ve been asking about my wish. What about yours?

MC: My wish...

My words pause.

Ginkgo leaves fall from the tips of branches. Some are currently tapping against the windows of the classroom building behind us.

These leaves rustle on the tips of branches in summer. In autumn, they release crunching sounds when stepped on. Each leaf creates nice sounds, but I’ve never noticed before.

All of a sudden, I know what my wish is.

Before the school bell rings, I want to walk towards the school gate a little more slowly.

I want to lift my head at the library, and see a teenager sleeping opposite me.

I want to grasp the gust of wind who was seventeen years old, and give him a proper goodbye before the ginkgo leaves fall to the ground.

Lifting my head to look at Gavin, I suddenly feel like crying.

MC: What if my wish can never be fulfilled?

Gavin is startled for a moment. After a very long while, he rubs the top of my head.

Gavin: In that case, walk forward.

Gavin: Perhaps the wish you can’t obtain right now will be by your side one day, even before you realise it.

I take a deep breath, gripping his hand.

MC: Gavin, I have to do something very important right now.

MC: I’ve been keeping myself busy over the past few days, thinking that I wouldn’t feel upset when the time comes if I just didn’t think about it.

MC: But I have to thank you. You gave me the courage to face this.

Even though I feel the urge to cry, I squeeze out a smile.

MC: I’m leaving now.

Gavin is silent. He reaches out gently, caressing my face.

Gavin: I don’t seem to be good with farewells. Each time, I don’t get to say goodbye to you properly.

Gavin doesn’t ask why, nor does he ask where I’m going. It’s as though he has known about this since a long time ago.

The arm he’s hugging me with is strong and scorching. It’s as if he wants to keep something with him at this final moment.

MC: This time, it’s my turn to say goodbye to you. We’ve already been through so much, so this doesn’t count for much.

I can feel my body becoming lighter, and my limbs are gradually losing their senses.

Perhaps the time has come. It’s getting harder to focus my consciousness, and can only hazily see the deepening sorrow in Gavin’s eyes.

MC: You once told me...

MC: Whether it’s the wind or pigeons, they have their own direction. I guess it should be the same for me.

MC: But I’m someone who lacks a sense of direction. I might take the wrong path, or take a long time before returning to your side...

My disobedient tears fall. While I speak haltingly, Gavin interrupts me firmly.

Gavin: It’s okay even if you take the wrong path.

Gavin: It’s also okay if you're a little late.

Gavin: When I was seventeen, you enabled me to know the direction of the wind.

Gavin: So you must be the same. As long as you walk forward in your direction, no matter where it leads...

Gavin: My wish is to meet you.

The white light is akin to a trickling stream, seeping from the girl’s body slowly, illuminating the entire night.

MC: When the time comes, you’ll have to calibrate my direction.

The fluttering feathers drift from the girl’s body slowly.

A glimmer seems to appear in the sky, shining on the pile of white feathers at the girl’s feet.

Gavin stands in place for a very long time, his gaze remaining at the spot where the girl disappeared.

He looks at the scattered feathers on the ground, and the ginkgo leaves which have been blown about. His lips twitch, and his hand slowly hangs down.

The clear, distant “ding ling” sound echoes in the empty school grounds--

The dismissal bell has rung.

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captainsolare · 4 years

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Forgotten Promises - ProHero!Bakugo

A/N: The banner makes this look way angstier than it is lol but anyways, I hope you enjoy this. It was an idea that was bouncing around my head for a while. When I first got this idea, it was originally going to go down a different path, but I think this came out better than I what I was originally thinking. I did a lot of research so I hope this comes across well!

Summary: A young pro!Bakugo makes a promise to a dying man, little did he know that promise would come back unexpectedly years later when he is named guardian to a girl he has never met.

Warnings: angst, blood/injury mention, fluff, Pro!Hero Bakugo

Word Count: 4474

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The heat hit his skin in waves, the smell of smoke accosting his lungs and clawing its way out in coughs and gags. “Come on, I know there’s one more extra in here.” Bakugo hissed into his sleeve, trying to find the said extra in question. “C’mon Ground Zero, what did we say about calling civilians extras?” Kirishima said in his earpiece. “Shut up Rock Hair, I’m a little busy trying to do my job here in case you hadn’t noticed.” “Yeah yeah ----Over there! I think I see the last one!” Kirishima exclaimed, pointing at an arm waving frantically from under a pile of rubble.

Bakugo and Kirishima carefully but quickly picked their way across the rubble.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima called, and received a weak groan in response. “They’re alive! Let’s get them out.” Bakugo grunted in response and the two of them worked to move the rubble that was trapping the civilian. Kirishima used his hardening to help hold it up while Bakugo pulled the civilian, it was a man, out. They immediately exchanged a glance upon seeing the man’s condition; it looked bad, definitely broken legs, ribs and maybe an arm. He also had a head wound that was bleeding excessively. “Alright Red, let’s get him out of here.” Bakugo said gruffly. Kirishima nodded and as they prepared to bring the injured man to the awaiting paramedics, he weakly pulled at Bakugo’s sleeve. “Wait, my niece she’s still in there somewhere, last I saw she was by the fountain.” Kirishima looked at Bakugo for confirmation that he could make it the rest of the way on his own, and Bakugo nodded. Kirishima set off, back into the smoke and heat.

As Bakugo carried the man to safety, he tried to keep him awake and talking after they cleared the smoky area. “Hey, don’t you go passing out on me old man.” He said gruffly. “Your name is Ground Zero right son?” the man asked. “Yeah that’s right.” “Can you promise me one thing?” “What is it?” “Please take care of my niece, Cecilia, when I’m gone.” “S--” Before Bakugo could fully answer,, the man was whisked away by paramedics for treatment. When the area was cleared and the ordeal was over, Bakugo and Kirishima headed to the hospital to get checked out, per procedure. “Hey nurse, is this the hospital where all the victims from the incident this afternoon were brought?” Bakugo asked. “Yes I believe so Mr. Ground Zero, is there a particular reason why you’re asking sir?” “There was a civilian brought in earlier, lots of broken bones, is he going to be okay? And his niece.” “Umm, let me check my chart sir. I’ll be right back.”

“What’s that about? You usually aren’t that interested in the civilians after we save them.” Kirishima asked, giving him a puzzled look. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” “Ground Zero sir?” Bakugo looked up at her expectantly. “It looks like all the patients brought from the area you’re asking about are all currently doing okay.” Bakugo let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you ma’am, we’ll be going now.” “No problem! Be safe out there Red Riot!” As they exited the hospital, Bakugo seemed distracted. “You okay man?” “Fine, nothing to bother with. That man we saved, he just asked me a weird question.” “What did he ask?” “If I would take care of his niece if he died.” Kirishima stopped short and gave him a worried look, “And what did you say?” “That’s the thing, he was taken away by the paramedics before I could reply.”

“Hmm, well I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, I hope they pull through.” “Yeah…”

The man lived, and so did his niece, so Ground Zero thought this would be the end of his ordeal, oh how wrong he was.

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Several years passed and Ground Zero, now in the top 10 in the charts, was sitting at his desk doing paperwork when there was a knock on his office door. “Mr. Ground Zero sir?” his assistant asked. “Yes? What is it?” He asked, looking up briefly. “There’s a man here to see you? A Mr. Ikeda? He says it’s an important personal matter.” Bakugo was puzzled at that, he didn’t recognize the name and he hadn’t been involved in any scandals recently. There was only one way to get answers though, so he decided to speak to this mysterious visitor.. “Okay, send him in.” He said. The assistant nodded and buzzed the man up.

Out of the elevator stepped a short man in a black suit and dress shoes.Yeah, no idea who this guy is. “Ahh you must be the famous Ground Zero. It’s nice to finally meet you.” The man extended his hand out to shake and Bakugo took it. “Uhh, yes that’s me. My assistant mentioned you were here on an important matter?” The man nodded. “Please, step into my office.” Bakugo said, gesturing to the open door in front of them. Once they were inside, Ground Zero’s assistant shut the door behind them. “Please have a seat, uhh Mr. …” Bakugo said, awkwardly trailing off when he realized he didn’t remember the man’s name. “Oh dear, I didn’t introduce myself, I’m terribly sorry. I’m Mr. Ikeda a lawyer, and I’m here on behalf of my client Mr. Kobayashi.”

That name rang a bell somewhere in the recesses of Bakugo’s mind, but he pushed it aside for the moment. “Ahh I see. Well, what can I do for you Mr. Ikeda? Is this about property damage? Because if so, my legal team can help with that.”

Mr. Ikeda chuckled, “No sir, I can assure you it’s nothing of that sort. The truth is you have been named a beneficiary in my client, Mr. Kobayashi’s will.” Bakugo widened his eyes in surprise, “Really? I don’t remember having a close relationship with the man, this, Mr. Kobayashi.” “Are you sure? He came into my office several times near the end of his life as we were updating his will and he talked about you frequently.” When Bakugo still looked puzzled, Mr. Ikeda decided to try to jog his memory. “He specifically recounted the incident a few years ago when you and Mr. Red Riot saved his life and that of his niece’s.” Alarm bells began to ring in Bakugo’s brain. “Oh, yes, I remember him now. And he named me a beneficiary in his will?”

“Yes sir. He left a significant portion of his estate to you.” “I see, did he tell you why?” “He did, but I’m afraid I can’t go into all the details right now because I have another appointment across town. Here’s my card,” Mr. Ikeda said, standing up and handing Bakugo his business card. “Please come to my office tomorrow at 1:00 PM, we can discuss this matter further there. It’s rather complicated, legally speaking.” “O-Okay, I will stop by tomorrow then.” Bakugo replied, as he escorted him to the elevator. “See you tomorrow.” Mr. Ikeda said with a wave.

“Fukuzawa, cancel all my meetings for the rest of today and tomorrow.” “Yes sir! Should I move them to later this week?” “That works for me, thank you. Duskbreaker!” Bakugo yelled. “Yes Ground Zero?” “You’re in charge for the rest of the day, I have business to take care of.” “Yes sir!” His sidekick said. Bakugo changed out of his hero outfit and tried to gather his thoughts. So the man I saved in that disaster a few years ago named me in his will? I don’t know why I have such a bad feeling about this.

The next day, Bakugo went to the address on the business card; the building looked cold and sterile from the outside but once inside, he felt like he had stepped into a completely different building. Everything looked to be made out of cypress or pine, paintings hung from the walls and potted plants were strategically placed around the entryway. He finally made his way to the reception desk and stood there awkwardly until the receptionist looked up. “Hello sir, do you have an appointment with us or do you need to schedule one?” “Umm, I think I have an appointment, but it might be under my hero name. Mr. Ikeda didn’t make that clear yesterday when he stopped by my agency.”

“Oh yes, you’re Mr. Ground Zero correct?” Bakugo nodded. “Great! He’s been expecting you, go down the hallway to your left, his office is at the end.” “Thank you.” He replied, and followed her directions.

Despite his calm demeanor, Bakugo was quite anxious about this meeting; the words “complicated, legally speaking,” weren’t comforting at all. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Come in!” he heard Mr. Ikeda’s voice call. Bakugo pushed the door open and was met with an office full of plush furniture and a big oak desk. “Have a seat and we’ll discuss your inheritance from Mr. Kobayashi.” Mr. Ikeda walked over to a file cabinet and pulled out a manila envelope.

“Okay, so Mr. Kobayashi outlined you and one other person as beneficiaries to his will but in this meeting we will only be discussing what pertains to you.” Bakugo nodded, gulping a little bit. Mr. Ikeda pulled his reading glasses out of a desk drawer and put them on fishing the papers out of the envelope. He scanned through the document, finally getting to the last page and cleared his throat. “So you have received a large sum of money from Mr. Kobayashi, a little over 1 million yen.” Bakugo’s jaw nearly dropped in surprise, “He left me that much? But why? Doesn’t he have family?”

Mr. Ikeda gave him a bleak look. “He does have a niece, but he was her guardian. To my knowledge, her parents passed away in a plane crash so she had to move here from the states to live with her uncle because he was her only family. Her uncle put all of her inheritance in a trust but since his niece is a minor she can’t access it until she is 18. That’s where things get complicated, he named you as guardian of the estate and guardian of the person.”

Bakugo blinked, “Wait, what does that mean exactly?” Mr. Ikeda sighed, “In simple terms, you have been put in charge of her finances and physical assets until she is 18, and you are now her legal guardian.” Bakugo fought the urge to stand up and raise his voice. “Wait so, now I’m just expected to take in this kid, that I don’t even know, and take care of her? I’m not even in a relationship at the moment and now all of a sudden I have to take care of a child?!” “I understand that this is a shock,” Mr. Ikeda said, “You are allowed to relinquish guardianship, but unfortunately since she has no living relatives she will go into the foster system.” Bakugo took a few calming breaths, “Can I have a few days to think about this?” “Of course! But decide soon, a child’s fate is in your hands here.” Mr. Ikeda said with a smile. Bakugo took another deep breath, “Okay, I’ll try to let you know my decision soon.” “Great! My assistant will walk you out, if you have any questions don’t hesitate to call.”

As soon as Bakugo was in his car, he screamed at the top of his lungs. He wasn’t quite sure what emotion he was feeling, anger? Loss? Guilt? All of the above? None of the above? All he was certain of was that he needed to figure out what to do. He wasn’t sure why Mr. Kobayashi had put this responsibility on him, he was just a hero in his twenties and now he was in charge of a little girl he had never met.

His mind flashed back to that day, and that damned promise. Heat was everywhere, the smoke choking, people screaming, people crying, and an old man, asking if he would take care of his niece if he didn’t survive this. He remembered the sense of relief he felt when he had learned that the man would be okay; since then, he’d saved many people, many survived, some didn’t. Those he didn’t save haunted him, but the old man and his mysterious niece lingered in the back of his mind, not ever occupying his daily thoughts, but it came up in nights where he wondered if he’d ever have to make a promise like that again, a promise to a dying man.

Bakugo hit the steering wheel with his palm, still at a loss of what to do. He decided that going back to the office in this mindset would be unproductive, calling his sidekick to inform them they’d have to take care of things for the day. Then he called his mother, asking if he could come over. Mitsuki of course, said yes, and he drove right over.

He didn’t even have to knock, his mother was opening the door and pulling him into a hug. Much to her surprise he hugged back, tightly, as if he didn’t want to let go. After they pulled apart, Mitsuki pulled him to the living room to have him sit on the couch. “What’s bothering you?” She asked. Mararu soon appeared, mugs of coffee in hand.

“I’m in a difficult situation.” Katsuki began, taking the mug of coffee gratefully. “What kind of situation?” Masaru asked. Bakugo took a deep breath and told them the situation, starting from the beginning. Masaru and Mitsuki’s eyes widened as he told the story. Once he was finished, they all sat in silence for a moment. “Well, what do you think the best thing to do is?” Bakugo asked, brows furrowed.

“Well, I don’t really know either honey.” Mitsuki replied, exchanging a glance with Masaru. “Personally, I think that you just have to weigh your options carefully. If you surrender guardianship, you’ll still be in charge of her assets right?” Masaru asked. Bakugo nodded, “Yeah, I think so. I think that’s what the lawyer said.” “Okay, with that in mind, are you confident that you’d be able to know what she needed if you weren’t living with her? You’d have her foster parents or whomever was taking care of her to deal with if she wasn’t living with you, and they might try to put their own agendas into whatever they ask of you in regards to those assets.”

Mitsuki nodded, “Yes, unfortunately there are a lot of greedy people out in the world, who might take advantage of the fact that you might just give them whatever because you’re so busy with your hero work.” Bakugo nodded at their words, taking a sip of his coffee. Masaru reached over and placed his hand on his son’s knee, “I hope you know that whatever you decide to do, we’ll support you fully. If you decide to have her live with you, we can help watch her on nights you have hero work, or when you have long missions.”

Bakugo breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he needed, “Thank you, I needed to hear that. I’ll let you know when I make my decision.” After he finished his coffee, his parents walked him to the front door and waved as he got into his car. He took a long glance at the place that shaped him before driving off. Could I be that place to someone?

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He pulled up to his apartment complex and got out with a sigh, he felt strangely defeated somehow even though he hadn’t even made a decision yet. He walked inside, nodding to the doorman, and rode the elevator up to his floor. His large apartment felt empty when he entered it, no lights were on save the one above the stove. He walked down the hallway and opened the doorway to his guest room, currently there was no bed and he was using it for storage; he stepped back and made a rectangle with his hands, like an artist trying to fit the world in a canvas, and imagined the room with a bed, and the walls perhaps painted pink, or whatever color little girls are into these days; and despite his usually prickly nature, the corners of his mouth tugged upward into a smile. Maybe… Maybe I should say yes.

He shut the door, a little surprised with himself; his eyes were drawn to the running shoes at the end of the hallway and pictured a smaller pair next to them. He shook his head, “I’m getting way ahead of myself here.” Maybe a run will clear my head.

Bakugo got changed into more suitable clothing and went outside into the warm evening air. After a while of running, he stopped at the park near his apartment and took a breather on a bench. His attention was soon grabbed by a little girl squealing happily as her father pushed her on the swingset. He wasn’t sure if the sight made his heart melt or hurt, but either way, he wanted to get home. He decided to walk back to his apartment rather than running. As he walked, he thought about the day's events, they had been unexpected that was for certain; he had a feeling that his heart was already swaying in a particular direction, but he wanted to at least take 24 hours on it, like Mr. Ikeda had said, a child’s fate was in his hands. He returned to his empty apartment, ate dinner alone, and took a shower. Before he turned his light out to go to sleep for the night, he took one last glance at the guest bedroom and as he crawled into bed for the night, he wondered if the child was doing the same. Is she lonely? He wondered as he stared into the dark, she must be. I can’t imagine being alone in the world. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do so, but he threw open his curtains and stepped out into the moonlight on his balcony. She won’t be alone anymore, she’ll have me.

The next morning, the first thing he did was call his parents, they were overjoyed to say the least. He then phoned Mr. Ikeda, who told him to come in later in the day to sign the proper paperwork and discuss meeting his new ward. At the agency, his sidekicks could all tell that he was distracted but only Duskbreaker dared to ask him why. “Less chatting, more patrolling.” Bakugo replied. He pulled his assistant into his office and asked her to arrange for “the best children’s bed money can buy that a young girl would still like” to be bought and dropped off at his apartment. A confused Fukuzawa nodded at the request but nonetheless complied. “Right away Ground Zero.” As soon as he could, he headed back across town to meet with Mr. Ikeda once more.

“How wonderful to see you again Mr. Bakugo, can I call you that?.” He said, shaking Bakugo’s hand across the desk. “Yes sir, I don’t mind. You too. So… how does this work exactly?” Bakugo asked. “All you have to do is sign a few papers, and then you will officially be Miss Cecilia’s guardian, and in charge of her assets.” “Okay, sounds good.” Bakugo replied, grabbing a pen from the desk with shaking hands. Mr. Ikeda marked the places he needed to sign with xs and handed them over to Bakugo to sign. Once Bakugo was done signing he wasn’t sure if he was elated or feeling physically ill. “When do I get to meet her? How old is she? Does she know what her quirk is yet?” Bakugo asked, the questions coming a mile a minute.

“We can arrange for you to meet her whenever you want, does tomorrow evening work?” “Absolutely, hero work permitting.” Bakugo replied, his heart was racing. “Cecilia is 8, her birthday is December 13th and her quirk is an emission quirk, I believe that she can emit flames from her fingertips up to a certain distance.” “Okay, okay.” Bakugo tried to commit these facts to memory, he knew just the person to help with understanding the fire part, even though it would be a pain to ask IcyHot for help. He was inwardly elated that she had an emission quirk that had to do with her hands, if she wanted to do hero work someday, he would be able to help quite a bit because it was similar to his own. “Well, that’s all I have for you today. Hero work permitting you shall meet your ward tomorrow night. I’ll call you in the morning with details of where to meet.” “Okay, thank you for being so helpful with this sir.”

On his way back to the agency, Bakugo called his parents, and then Kirishima. It was an interesting phone conversation to say the least, but once the initial shock had passed, Kirishima was supportive and offered to come over to help build the bed if necessary. “Order in and have drinks while we work?” “Just as long as you promise not to break anything Rock Hair.” Even over the phone, Bakugo could tell that his friend was smiling. “Stop smiling doofus, I’ll see you tonight.” “Yeah yeah whatever, see you tomorrow Dadugo.” Kirishima said, hanging up before Bakugo could protest about the new nickname.

Everyone at the agency could tell that Bakugo was both happy and nervous for the remainder of the day and the next. Bakugo was even nice to the civilians bombarding him for autographs for once. Finally, the evening arrived, luckily the city was quiet in his district and so he was able to get off and get ready for the important meeting. Bakugo got dressed in a suit, wanting to make a good first impression, but ditched the jacket upon looking in the mirror. Why the hell am I trying so hard? This feels ridiculous. He made a quick stop at a convenience store to buy some flowers and a teddy bear, “Hot date?” The clerk asked with a smile. Bakugo tried not to glare, but his nervousness made his response harsh. “Mind your own business.”

Bakugo pulled up to the restaurant and checked his hair in the mirror one last time. He sat down in the booth Mr. Ikeda had reserved, Bakugo was the first to arrive. He checked his watch, leg bouncing uncontrollably. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, sure that he’d never been this nervous in his life. When Mr. Ikeda and the social worker arrived, Cecilia in tow, Bakugo thought he was going to cry. They introduced her to him, then departed for another table, leaving Cecilia and Bakugo alone at the table.

“Hi, Mr. Zero.” Cecilia said quietly as she sat down. Despite his trademark gruffness, Bakugo chuckled, “No need for that. You can call me Bakugo, or Mr. Bakugo if you feel more comfortable. Heck, you can even call me Katsuki if you want to.” Once they each got past their initial shyness, Bakugo found that beneath her shy exterior lay a precocious and energetic girl, fascinated by the world around her and very well-spoken for her age. And Cecilia found that beneath Bakugo’s intimidating first appearance, he really was a kind man, and he was just as nervous about this as she was. (It also helped that he gave her a teddy bear, teddy bears always help.)

Once dinner was over, the social worker helped move all of Cecilia’s belongings into Bakugo’s car. The car ride was quiet, and once they moved all of Cecilia’s belongings into his apartment, they were both exhausted. “Do you want me to help you unpack tonight or would you rather wait until morning?” Bakugo asked. Cecilia thought for a moment, “I think tomorrow will be fine, thank you Mr. Bakugo.” “Okay, I’ll be up in the living room for a little while longer if you need anything. The bathroom is right across from your room if you need it.” Cecilia nodded, and began getting acclimated to her new space.

Bakugo was reading a book on the couch when Cecilia wandered in, “Umm Mr. Bakugo, would you read me a bedtime story and tuck me in?” she asked nervously. He looked at her with wide eyes, surprised that she would ask such a question. “Sure.” He answered slowly, “Umm, you pick a book and I’ll be in there in a second?” “Okay.”

Bakugo lingered at her doorway, not sure if he should just walk in or wait to be invited. Cecilia sat on the bed, new teddy bear next to her and book in hand. “You can come in and sit, you don’t have to just stand there.” she said. “Right, sorry. I’ve… never done this before.” Bakugo sat cross legged at the end of her bed, and read a few chapters of the book she had chosen; it was a series he hadn’t heard of before, probably American. After he was done, Bakugo awkwardly pulled the blankets up to the girl’s chin, “Goodnight Cecilia, anything you want for breakfast in the morning?” She looked up at him with a sleepy smile, “Chocolate chip pancakes?” Bakugo smiled, “You got it.”

Bakugo retired to his room to get ready for bed after she drifted off to sleep, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders; despite his nervousness about all this, it seemed to be going better than he thought it would. He switched the lamp off, and just as he was about to drift off to sleep a sniffling shadow appeared in his doorway blanket and stuffed bear in tow. “Mr. Bakugo, I had a nightmare, can I sleep in here tonight?” Bakugo tensed at the question, he wasn’t prepared for this, but he thought about how he used to go into his parents’ room at night when he had nightmares and figured this was the least he could do. “Sure, just be warned, I get up super early.” “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” Cecilia crawled into the bed, and Bakugo was grateful that he had invested in such a big one; he figured with all the messed up things that happened to this kid at her young age, this might be a common occurrence. Bakugo switched off the lamp once more, and said a goodnight. And they both drifted off into sleep, ready to embark on this new, awkward and unexpected journey of being a new “Dad” and being a kid living with a pro hero.

They didn’t know just how good yet, but things would definitely be good, and the goodness would officially start with chocolate chip pancakes.

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Moments with mini-angel; Roger Taylor

*Author’s note*

Here we go guys I managed to FINALLY finish off the last part of my Moment’s with mini-angel chapter and here we go with the most lovable member of them all, ROGAH TAYLAH!!!!!! Now this was is prob. my FAV part of the series but also the toughest to write cause I had established throughout the entire Rock Angel series, that Roger and you reader-chan as the RA have this SPECIAL bond and I knew I had to try and top that w/baby Kelly (so I HOPE I delivered to long time fans of this series)

So not really any warnings just make sure you bill me your dentist bill by the end lol cause trust me you WILL get cavities from the sweetness that’s in this chap. Enjoy my lovelies ;)

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*New lion cub; Roger Taylor. 4 months old. Surrey, England*

I was rushing around the house trying to get myself ready. I don’t know why I agreed to do this interview in the first place? I wasn’t ready nor in the ‘physical condition’ to make a public appearance yet.

I was still trying to lose the post-pregnancy weight I had gained, now all the critics are gonna call me out on even more curves.

“You’re muttering again.” I heard Jack’s voice say.

“I don’t mutter.” I sassed at him.

“Yes you do. You always mutter whenever you get extremely insecure.” Jack came up behind me from the bathroom door and wrapped his arms around me. “Now c’mon, what’s going on in my Rock Angel’s mind?”

“Just…….insecurities.” he sighed heavily.

“This is about the TV interview today isn’t it?”

“Could I possible call in and cancel it? Plus we can just stay here with Kelly.” I suggested.

“No we can’t. Look, I know you’ve been trying your best to lose the post-pregnancy weight but baby you look just as beautiful as before. Hell you look even more beautiful with them. And if some asshole wants to poke fun at them then he clearly has no life than to bring others down. And that is literally a shit way to live.” I looked up at him as cupped the side of his jawline.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because if I wasn’t then I’d have the hottest rock band beating my ass all over the world three times over.”

“Well Rog would beat you till the end of time.”

“See there we go!” I giggled softly as he kissed the side of my face up and down. “Funny and sexy. I really hit the jackpot with you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere Jack Kline.”

“Not true, it got me you.” I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I could say anything back to him, the phone rang. I stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the phone connected to our nightstand.

“Hello?”

‘Hello (y/n) dearie, this is Trudy calling.’

“Oh hi Mrs. Cushing, how are you?”

‘I’m afraid not good dearie. I suddenly fell ill with the flu so I’m afraid I can’t come over and babysit for you.’

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear about that Mrs. Cushing.”

‘I really hate to drop this on you at the last minutes but—’

“No, no it is what it is. I’m sorry but it would be better if you stayed home and rest.”

‘Oh thank you so much for understanding dear. I would hate to give the sweet little one what I got, especially with her recent colic recovery.’

“Absolutely yes. Well I hope you feel better Mrs. Cushing, take care.”

‘You too dearie, goodbye.’

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and I turned to Jack.

“Is Mrs. Cushing sick?” he asked me.

“The flu. I told her it’s best she stay home and rest.” He sighed heavily and came out of the bathroom and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“So what do you wanna do?”

“What can we do? Deacy and Ronnie are in Bali, Brian’s busy with his own producing, I can’t even get a hold of Chrissie these days, Freddie said he didn’t even wanna come near the house till she was 6months after your little wake up fiasco.”

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” he said to me with a quirked brow.

“Hell to the no. And today Rory has a doctor’s appointment and Dominique is busy with that.”

“Well you do realize that just leaves…….” Jack trailed off.

“I know. I can’t ask him to do it last minute. He prefers to know ahead of schedule.”

“(Y/n), you know that man would fly half way across the world if something ever happened to you. Remember when that bastard plastered our faces on the front page of every tabloid when we first met. The whole band actually cancelled the rest of their Japan tour just to interrogate you.”

“Your right. I just hope he’s up for it.”

“He is. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he’s waiting outside across the porch right now.” Jack teased as he went up to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed Roger’s number while I continued to get ready.

About 15 minutes later, we soon heard the doorbell ring and we both looked at each other.

“Speak of the chaotic blonde devil.” Said Jack.

“Just be thankful Fred isn’t here to back him up, then I’d really be worried.” I said grimly.

“You wanna answer it?”

“No you go ahead, I wanna say goodbye to my baby real quick.” Jack nodded and pecked my cheek and headed downstairs while I headed towards the nursery room.

*3rd Person POV*

Jack walked down the stairs all the while hearing the doorbell ring frantically as well as the loud banging at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I’m coming Roger, coming!” the second he turned the lock, the door suddenly swung open and in came in Roger Taylor. Wearing his usual prescription shades and the shirt that (y/n) had named ‘the dad shirt’. The blue with yellow and white lines across it, white pants, and his usual favorite brand of shoes.

“Sorry I’m late Jack, hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“No not really.”

“Where is she?”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.”

“Up in the nursery—” before Jack could even finish his sentence, Roger immediately charged upstairs and trudged towards the nursery room. He entered in a calm manner to see (y/n) standing over her daughter’s crib, and baby Kelly cooing up at her mother.

*My POV*

“Hello lovie.” I looked up to see Roger standing there.

“Hey dad.” I said softly. “She’s literally just waking up now. Latest she’s ever slept even though she went to bed at her normal time.”

“Well that’s another thing she got from her mother.” He teased as he came up and stood beside me. I gawked at him and slapped his shoulder he chuckled softly. “Nah, nah, nah I’m kidding. Well—”

“Dad!”

“I’m kidding. But I do admit you do look adorable when you sleep. Freddie says you look like a cat when you especially curl yourself inwards on the tour bus beds.” I lowered my head and I said down to Kelly.

“My darling baby, don’t you dare listen to any stories your godfather tells you.”

“Yes Kelly bear. Do listen to the stories I tell you. I’ve got loads of embarrassing stories in regards to your mummy.” He cooed down at her and he gingerly bopped her tiny little nose. “And you missy, need to head out and get to that TV studio for that interview.”

“Okay but not until I give you the list of Kelly’s instructions—”

“No need I know everything this cute dovie needs.” He interrupted me.

“No dad please you need to listen…..”

“I did. I remember where you have all the emergency numbers, who to call, where the food and milk is at, how to prepare it. Love I’m not the chaotic young drummer I used to be 12 years ago.”

“No. You’re just older.” He glared at me and that’s when he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder. “Whoa Roger what the…..”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah! No swearing in front of the baby. Now you’re going to that interview and I will take care of everything.” He walked out of Kelly’s nursery with me still hung over his shoulder.

“No stop it! Put me down!”

“Nope not till you get your butt out that door and go that interview!”

“Put me down this is humiliating!”

“Oh come on it’s not as humiliating as New Orleans at Mardi Gras back in 82.” As we reached the front door, he opened the door and set me down and gently pushed me out the door. He then grabbed Jack’s wrist and shoved him outside. “Alright now both of you go. Leave and we’ll see you on TV lovie. See you later this afternoon you two love you my lion cub, bye!”

He slammed the door shut and we heard the click of the locks. Jack and I looked at each other shaking our heads.

“It’s like he wanted to get rid of us.” said Jack.

“Like I said, he’s bonkers for our baby girl. But he is right, my interview starts in 30 minutes.” Jack and I walked towards the car and got inside. I started the engine up and soon we took off out of the driveway.

*Roger’s POV*

I peeked out the window to see them finally drive off and as soon as they were gone, I shot my fist in the air.

“Finally! I thought they’d never fuckin leave. The three other guys get their one on one time with baby Kelly and I don’t? That is a crime in itself.” I said as I raced back up towards the nursery. “Well no more, this time it’s just us. Me and my little Kelly-belly.”

As soon as I reached the nursery, I could hear the faint sounds of her sad little cries. Poor little thing must already miss her mummy, well time for god-papa to come to the rescue. I walked over towards her crib and reached down with one hand and stroked her head.

“Shhh, shhh. Now, now Kelly dear, mummy and daddy will be back soon.” Her crying ceased as soon as she heard my voice, her eyes that once cried small crocodile tears, now looked up at me with curiosity.

Her small brain must’ve soon connected the dots because with the snap of a finger she went from sad to happy as she reached out towards me happily cooing.

“Oh is all that joy for me?” I teased down to her. Her baby laughs echoing throughout the room as I talked down to her, “Is this happy baby all for me?” I reached down and picked her up and held her close to my chest. “God I swear every time I see you, you’re growing like a weed, much like my own little girl. You both need to stop that.” She babbled on. “No you do. I swear before you know it you’ll be walking, talking, graduating school and university, and god forbid marriage. God why can’t you girls just stay small and young forever like this?”

Kelly continued to coo at me and she even gave me that adorable gummy smile. I smiled down at her before gently readjusting her in my arms so that her head rested up against my shoulder.

“What do you say we fill that tummy of yours up with milk? Hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry aren’t yah?” she squirmed in my embrace and I took that as a yes. The two of us walked out of the nursery and I prepped her bottle.

I looked at the instructions that (y/n) had written down when it came to prepping her bottle and as we waited for the bottle to warm up in the warm water, Kelly soon started getting even fussier.

“Oh I know lovie, I know it’s coming though.” I soothed her as I gently bounced her up and down. After checking to see the bottle was all done, I took it out and walked over to the rocking chair in the living room. Right as the nipple of the bottle touched Kelly’s mouth, she opened her mouth and proceeded to inhale her milk. “Now, now not so fast. Oi you little piggy, you’re gonna end up sick if you drink too fast you know that.”

I took the bottle away from her for a second to soon hear her do a small and very tiny but adorable hiccup. I pulled my shades over on top of my head just as I gave her back her bottle.

God if this is what (y/n) looked like as a baby, then she must’ve been the cutest baby in all of Leicester.

“My sweet little Kelly, you are every ounce of your mother aren’t you? Same eyes, same nose, and I can tell you’ll have her same fighting spirit. You know; when I first met your mother she was a shy one. But she had a kind soul. Even though I’ve always said this as a joke just to piss your uncles off, she actually gave me 1 and 3/7th sugars in my coffee. She really believed that it was for a health problem cause a friend of hers dealt with the same thing. From that day on, I knew I had to protect your mum. Because if she was willing to look after me, I knew I had to do the same for her.”

When she was finally done with her bottle, I set it down on the table and proceeded to burp her. I had her over my right shoulder and I gently patted her back till finally she let out a burp. And I’ll say I won’t deny that I was proud to hear that man-like burp come out of her.

“Nice one!” I praised. I held her out in front of me so that I could get a good look at her. She softly cooed before she soon started making bubbles come out of her mouth with her spit. I shook my head at her and asked her playfully, “What? You think you’re a soap dispenser?” she just looked at me with those wide, curious eyes of hers as she continued to make more bubbles come out of her mouth.

I popped her bubble spit when she raised her hand and proceeded to touch my face. Her tiny hand which felt like the same size as a cat paw, soon began trailing down from my cheek to my lips. She gently gripped my lips into her tiny fist which made me laugh.

“Excuse me Missy, those are my lips.” I said in a smooshed up voice. She began to laugh thinking it was funny. “So now what, hmm? You think you can just own my lips huh? Is that it?” she babbled a short response. “Oh you do own them huh? Okay then, you can have them.” I then took her tiny wrist between my thumb and index finger and moved them away from my lips so that I could proceed with a kiss attack.

I first kissed all over her tiny hand, before moving up her arm, to her shoulder before finally reaching her face. I then followed through by making sure that I as I kissed her, I made those obnoxious kissing sounds with each kiss and giving her the occasional raspberry or ten.

You know they say there is always something that can be precious to us. In my life I’ve had many precious things, but out of everything I could ever have or own, there is nothing more precious to me than the sound of a baby’s laughter.

The first time I made Felix laugh, it was—god it was indescribable. It was like—a bell had rang off, but it was so soft and melodic, nothing like from the hard rock instruments I’ve surrounded myself with. In fact his laugh was the one light musical ring that I would always love and cherish.

And now with my two girls, my daughter and goddaughter their laughter’s are just as melodic if not even more so than Felix’s was.

“I told you. You wanted my lips, then you get all the wet, slobbery kisses you can imagine.” I told her in-between my kisses on her chubby cheeks. She laughed heartily and I swear it was like my heart was soaring at hearing that adorable little laugh. “You’re a silly girl. Do you know that?” I told her as I held her up in front of me.

She cooed at me as her hand once again reached out to touch my face, this time she rested it against my cheek. I smiled at her and nuzzled against her tiny hand.

“Do you know just how cute you are?” she looked at me with awe. “Yeah, you are adorable. Just like your mother. Ohh let’s see if her interview has started yet. You wanna watch mummy on the TV?” at hearing the name ‘mummy’ she let out a coo. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Let’s see if mummy is on the telly yet.”

We moved over to the couch and I switched on the telly and turned it to BBC1. There on the couch was Sally Fields, the young woman who I’ve been in an interview with a few times, charming woman and she asks good questions compared to male interviewers.

“Right thank you to Timothy Dalton for his onset interview for his next upcoming James Bond film, up next we have a young artist who has been making a name for herself in such a short time. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline will be here right after these messages.”

“Bloody commercials.” Kelly let out a soft ‘bah’ and I replied to her, “You said it lovie.“ the BBC station played commercial after commercial after commercial. It just seemed to drag on forever till finally Sally came back on the screen.

“Welcome back. Our next guest rose to fame back in 1981 when she performed in the middle of a Queen concert in Madison Square Garden. For the next 5 years she proceeded to be one of the youngest female rock stars ever to have #1 hits in both America and Britain. (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel is here with us today, welcome (Y/n)”. The camera cut to (n/n) sitting right there on the couch.

“Hello Sally, thanks for having me here.” At seeing her mummy on screen, Kelly reached out her tiny hands cooing in awe.

“Yeah you see mummy? Yeah she’s on the telly.”

“Nice to see you here, now I was told you were on a brief hiatus for a while.” Sally told her.

“Yes because just 4 months ago I had given birth to my beautiful baby girl. My first child.”

“Which congratulations by the way.” The audience clapped and she thanked them.

“Can you clap baby girl? Hmm? Clap for mummy?” she reached her hand out and tried to point out towards her mum. I chuckled and took her tiny hand in mine before taking her other one, “Like this baby girl.” I gently allowed her hands to come together before quickly separating them and then making them come back together again.

She eventually caught on and as soon as she heard her hands make that clap sound, she was in awe as she began giggling that sweet baby giggle and clapping her hands rapidly (just to hear that sound again).

“That’s it baby girl Yay!”

“Now your recent album ‘Mother love’ is quite different from all the other albums you’ve done previously.” Sally said to (y/n).

“Yeah, yeah. But isn’t it always good to mix things up a bit?” That’s my girl.

“Tell me how long it took you to record this album?”

“Well given the fact that I did want to try and get it done before I went on my maternity leave I wanna say—about 2-3months.”

“Now explain the title of your album, where did that come from?”

“Well as I said and from what everyone saw when I made my first public appearance back at Live Aid, I was five months pregnant at the time, and right after the concert I dove right into making that album. I really wanted this album to reach out to mothers everywhere whether they’re senior mom’s with grown up kids, the mothers who have many kids or first time mothers like myself.”

The interview continued on with the same old boring questions so I turned my attention down to little Kelly. She continued to stare at the telly in awe and she would let out a soft coo every time her mum came on screen.

“So what’s next for you once your maternity leave is finished?” asked Sally.

“Well there’s a summer tour I’ve got planned out and then maybe a new single, not quite sure about that just yet but you can expect me on the road this summer.” Of course she couldn’t reveal it quite yet cause this tour she was going on was a Queen+Angel European summer tour.

“Well (Y/n) it was lovely speaking to you and we can hear in the background your latest song ‘Protecting me’. Now let’s not just hear it but also check out the music video for it.”

“Yes, lets.” It was then the telly showed a funny little edit to now show (Y/n)’s music video for Protecting me (which I helped produce).

The morning went by and soon it was time for Kelly’s schedule naptime. After feeding her second bottle and burping her, we sat down in her nursery and I was reading her one of the many books that Veronica and Deacy had donated to them that they once read to Robert, Micky, Laura, and Joshua when they were just babies.

As I read to her, she didn’t seem at all tired. She just kept looking at the book then back up at me with them doe like eyes of hers.

“Right, I know. Boring isn’t it?” I closed the book and tossed it aside back towards the reading pile. “I think—you deserve a lullaby, hmm? Want papa Roger to sing you a lullaby?” I adjusted her so that now her head rested against my chest, right over my heart. “Your mummy told me of how when you were still in her tummy, you kicked along to Radio Gaga. Did you know that I wrote that song?”

She cooed up at me as her tiny little hand reached out for me. I softly laughed and said as I nuzzled her cute button nose with mine.

“Yes I did. You want me to sing it to you?” I slowly rocked the chair back and forth as I softly began to sing ‘Radio Gaga’ to her. Her eyes were locked right up at me as I sang her favorite song. She was so invested in my soft voice but I could see her eyes slowly drooping down.

Softly tapping my socked foot on the furry carpet beneath me for the two beats that the audience would usually clap to. Just before I could even reach the second chorus, she let out a yawn before cuddling herself into my chest, gripping the placket of my shirt. I looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile warmly.

Like mother like daughter.

I sat up and gently placed her back in her crib so that she would sleep more comfortably. It was then I felt someone take my hand, of course I didn’t need to look down to know just who it was because the moment I felt the palm of my hand being kissed I knew it was (y/n).

*My POV*

After a long morning of interviews (both TV and radio) Jack and I finally arrived back at the house. Already I could see some of Kelly’s toys out and some bottles hadn’t been washed yet.

“Dad.” I shook my head.

“I’ll take care of the bottles, you go see if he’s at least putting her down for her afternoon nap.” Said Jack as he kissed the top of my head and went to pick up the two bottles left on the table.

I slowly walked up the stairs and as I approached the nursery room, I heard Roger’s soft singing. I crept quieter towards the nursery and peeked through the door to see Roger rocking my baby girl to sleep as he sung Radio Gaga to her (in a ballad type way, which really surprised me since he was such a hard rock and roller).

Seeing my surrogate father rocking my baby girl and being so domestic it—made my heart melt. Roger always tried to put up this hard wall and be this ‘heart of stone rock and roller’ the ‘bad boy’ of Queen what with his reputation with the ladies (especially back in the 70’s).

But now—he’s more mellow, especially when it’s involved either me or his own kids, and now he’s added Kelly to the list of those who can see the true soft-and-fluff Roger Taylor.

As I watched him put Kelly back in her crib, I felt like I could make my move and let him know I was home. I silently walked towards him then once his hands were free, I took his left hand and lifted it, palm up, and kissed it before clasping my hand over his.

“We saw your interview with Sally.” He whispered to me.

“You proud I didn’t spoil the combined summer tour?”

“Honestly, I don’t care if you admitted it or not. But you should’ve seen your baby girl. Her eyes were glued to that screen the entire time you came on screen.” I felt my heart melt once more as I looked down at my baby girl.

“Thanks again for watching her dad. Especially at such short notice.”

“Hey, you know I’m always here for you. Both of you. I told you the day she was born that I was always, always gonna be there. Even cross an ocean to help you take care of your baby.”

“And give Jack fatherly advice?”

“Meh.” I playfully punched him but he raised his hands in surrender. “Of course, of course. Deacy can give the lovey-dovey side of being a father. And I can tell him how to be wary of the boys that’ll come in the future.”

“You mean boys like you were?”

“Oh now that…..”

“Shhh. Don’t you dare wake my baby girl up.” I shushed him. The two of us looked down at Kelly to see her still asleep. I gestured him outside and the two of us walked out to the hallway. After I shut the door, he said to me.

“Now about that comment…..”

“I’m messing with yah. Now go on and head back home, Jack and I can handle this from here now.”

“You sure you don’t need me to stick around?” he gave me those famed blue eyes puppy dog eyes. I crossed my arms and quirked my brow at him. “Fine, besides Dominque is probably back from the hospital with Rory. Might as well see how my baby girl did on her checkup. And kiss her boo-boo’s if they gave her shots.” I softly giggled. “What?”

“You said boo-boo’s.”

“Oh grow up!” he said as he walked towards the stairs.

“No dad I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that as a compliment. I’ve—never really seen you like this other than with me. This whole domestic side of you, I love it.” He stopped just as he reached the last step and had a soft smile across his face.

“I only reserve that for only the most important people in my life.” I smiled at him and walked towards him and the two of us hugged each other.

“I’m—I’m so glad that I got the internship. You guys have literally been the best thing to ever happen to me in years.” I felt him embrace me back and he said softly in my ear.

“And you’ve been the best thing to ever happen to us. We love you (n/n). So, so much. We’re always here for you. I’m always there for you. Now and forever, my little lion cub.” I snuggled deeper into his shoulder and squeezed him even tighter as he did the same for me.

After that, Jack and I bid him goodbye and he drove off back to his family. That Roger Taylor, he can be a handful at times, even to a point where he’s the ultimate helicopter dad. But—his heart’s always in the right place, especially in times like this.

I’m sure after all this, he’s found himself a new lion cub of the Kline clan to call his own. Of course, I don’t really mind because that’s what the three of us are. A strong coalition of lions.

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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.10

Fuck but @bixgirl1 and I can’t believe we’ve already posted ten chapters. We are on our waaay! To where, you ask? Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Pretty soon, it’ll be so nsfw, you’ll look back at these initial few chapters and laugh. @bixgirl1 and I regularly laugh at the earlier chapters. A few more chapters and we’ll all laugh together.

Those of you just stumbling upon this, hullo! Please find the rest of this fic on @bixgirl1‘s or my blog under the tag #virgin Draco. ❤️

Contains: Mild angst, frottage, VERY mild dub-con (just momentary and nothing shocking, promise), mouth pressing (lol)

Chapter Ten: Parental Advice and Ill-Thought-Out Plans

~Malfoy Manor, Sunday Morning~ Narcissa at breakfast, looking up at loud crack of apparition: *smiles; pleased* Draco! I thought you had plans today.

Draco, rounding the table to kiss her cheek: I do, Mother, but not until later this evening. How are you? *sits down and watches as a house-elf prepares his tea*

Narcissa: Fine, darling. *curiously* What brings you here this morning?

Draco, laughing nervously: I simply wanted to come see you. *playfully* Am I not allowed to visit anymore?

Narcissa, mildly: You are, of course. *more pointedly* Not that you have much, the last few months.

Draco, yanking his collar higher and looking guilty: I’m sorry, Mother. Work’s been keeping me busy during the week and I only have enough time to complete some chores during the weekends–

Narcissa, disapprovingly: And you’re bringing work home with you?

Draco, shaking his head: No, thankfully that hasn’t been necessary. How’s your bad shoulder doing?

Narcissa, narrowing her eyes slightly: It doesn’t pain me at all. The potions work fine; please,don’t concern yourself about it. *pauses; voice turns deliberately light* So. Apart from work, how are things?

Draco, concentrating on his tea: Good, good… Uneventful. Say, is Father around today?

Narcissa, slowly: No, he had some business at Gringotts. He should be home after lunch.

Draco, wildly: Oh, I’m sure you miss him while he’s out, don’t you? *attempts teasing smirk; looks rather ill, instead*

Narcissa, startled: *blinks rapidly* I- I- Draco, are you alright?

Draco, quickly: Of course! I just thought maybe while Father isn’t home, you miss him– as it may ha– as you might have been while you– While he was courting you.

Narcissa, nodding to herself: *murmuring* While he was courting me *smoothly* Yes, I still do miss his presence at times. But we’ve been together for quite a long while, so of course there was more– desire to be near one another when our courtship was new.

Draco, grabbing at the chance: So– you you did feel the desire to be– *restlessly shifts around in his seat* –to be close to each other… during the– while you were both courting?

Narcissa, calmly stirring her tea: That tends to be the way of things, yes. With the first stirrings of connection, we tend to be distracted by–shall we say–the possibility, as we are figuring out where it can lead us.

Draco, slightly relieved: And so… So did you– you both did explore certain… possibilities? I mean–seeing as it’s natural to be– to be distracted… *under his breath* …by one another.

Narcissa: *takes slow slip of tea while she processes* Well, our lives didn’t stop because we entered into a courtship and became betrothed. We had to learn of the other’s way of life and explore whether we may– *eyes widening imperceptibly* *clears throat delicately and sets down her cup* We were very respectful of one another in our courtship. …For one thing, I was aware from the beginning that your father had serious intentions toward me. And he never pressured me or made me feel uncomfortable.

Draco, swallowing dryly: …H-how did you know his intentions with such certainty? Did you ask? Did he– was he explicitly clear about it from the start?

Narcissa, smiling wryly: I won’t say he was explicitly clear about them from the start, but he was extremely… *thoughtful* …proprietary toward me as soon as I agreed to be courted. And there were other things; he spoke of his future with be a though it were a given fact. We became close rather quickly.

Draco, avoiding meeting her eyes: Did the closeness extend even toward… I mean… That is… *discreetly breathes in deep* Did you both indulge in– Were you both physically–

Narcissa: *measured pause* Did we indulge in our desire to explore our… physical appetites before marriage?

Draco, nodding frantically before reigning himself in: I mean… *casually* It’s not unusual to, is it?

Narcissa, taking slow breath: No, it often isn’t, particularly in this day and age. *purses lips, nods to self* After the betrothal contract was signed, we were more…free with our physical affection toward one another, though it wasn’t until we had been married that we fully– *looks at Draco intently* I know we have always stressed the importance of… Caution, in that area, with you, Draco.

Draco, licking dry lips and dropping his gaze: Y-you have, Mother… *sips his tea* So you’re saying it’s… vulgar to– to occasionally indulge m– oneself in some– physical displays of affection with their paramour? *quickly* Nothing overtly… salacious.

Narcissa, placing her hand over Draco’s forearm: *quietly* I’m saying that it is an incredibly intimate thing, and can be lovely beyond compare–

Draco, eyeing her hand in breathless silence: *looks back up with a small strain of hope*

Narcissa, mouth turning down at the corners a touch: –and because it is so lovely and so intimate, we must be careful with whom we decide to… Explore. Because there are other facets to the act of physical intimacy beyond delight. As a young pureblood of property, there could be people who would utilise your… *small grimace, quickly covered* …curiosity, for their own benefit. There is an element of power to engaging in these acts, which is why it is so important to remain in control of one’s faculties and stay mindful of the progression of the–relationship. If one loses oneself, one can easily be taken advantage of.

Draco, looking utterly dejected: Yes… I suppose you’re right, Mother. *under his breath* Control and–and not only– not just physical intimacy– Mustn’t lose control… or power.

Narcissa, brows drawing down slightly: I only mention it because y ou should be aware that there is a certain element of– abandon when we are with someone who… *finally falters; swallows* someone we desire. And there should be a balance between two people in such relationships. *falls silent, a bit of anxiety breaking through her composure as she studies her son*

Draco, dully: Balance…

Narcissa, worried: That having been said, with the right person– When there is trust with one’s heart, one can be free with their body as well.

Draco, rising abruptly: I apologise, Mother, but I’ve just remembered that I have an appointment to keep. *kisses her once more, looking somewhat broken* I’ll make sure to visit again soon. Give my love to Father.

Narcissa, helplessly: Draco–

*Draco Disapparates, stumbling slightly as he lands in his bedroom*

Draco: *heads to desk and pulls out a piece of parchment, upends the quills stand as he wrenches one out; writes with a trembling hand*

Harry Potter, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel dinner. Sorry, something has come up with Mother. I’m sor D. Malfoy.

* Draco, That’s disappointing, but I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch. Harry.

* Draco, I came by your office for lunch and you weren’t there. I was sorry to have missed you. Owl me, all right? I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow and maybe we can grab a bite for dinner to make up for it? Harry

* Draco, What’s going on? Are you alright? Owl me; I’ve stopped by your office three times today and you’ve always “just stepped out.” Harry

* Draco, I’m not sure what’s going on but I’m really getting worried You can’t avoid me forever, you know and if you’d just talk to me, maybe we could Harry

* Malfoy, What the hell? Your Disillusionment Charms and wards are shit; I’m an Auror, I can still see your office. I don’t know what the bloody fuck you’re doing but it’s not okay and it’s not funny. OWL ME IMMEDIATELY YOU WANKER. Harry

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~Draco’s office, Friday morning~

Draco, opening his office door a sliver and slipping in quickly: *charms the lights on; suddenly spots Harry lounging in his chair with his feet up on the table; yelps in shock* What the–?! *drops the armful of filed parchments as he stumbles back against the door* Potter! *glares with grit teeth*

Harry, grim: Malfoy. So you do still work here.

Draco, incredulously: Did you seriously break into my office? I could report you, you arrogant arsehole!

Harry, mouth curling into a vicious smile: As you’ve so frequently pointed out – for years – I’m the Chosen One. And an Auror. They’re not going to send me to arrest myself for waiting in my– *angrily spitting the word*– boyfriend’s office, are they? *pulls feet down from desk and stands*

Draco, immediately shrinking back: *recovers at once, juts his chin out and crosses his arms tightly across his chest* What do you want?

Harry, prowling closer to him: I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me. I want to know why you think that’s okay? I want to know what the fuck it is you think I did so I can fucking try to fix it! *mimics Draco’s posture, crossing arms over chest* *eyes Draco furiously* I’ve wanted a lot more from you, but I’ll settle for answers right now.

Draco, dropping his arms to his sides: I– I’ve not been avoiding… *trails off at Harry’s glare; looks away and swallows hard*

Harry, sneering: You fucking coward. You string me along, making me think you’re– you’re serious– you know what; fuck that! I know you’ve been serious. *still glaring but unable to hide the hurt in his expression* Just– fucking talk to me.

Draco, starting to tremble, looking anguished: No, you’re right. I have just been stringing you along. *looking at the floor and speaking very fast* Y-you’re not a Pureblood– *takes a step back even though he’s not watching Harry’s reaction* You’re not a Pureblood and I am and it’s laughable that– that you thought you could be with me. Th-that’s it, there’s nothing to talk about. *tries elbowing his way past him to his desk*

Harry, stung, catching Draco’s arm in a brutal grip: You said when we first kissed that it was never about that. You said it wasn’t! *swallowing hard, eyes glittering with sudden moisture* You don’t do the kinds of things we’ve been doing– open up to each other like we have, after everything else that came before, between us without– fucking feeling something, Draco. *hauls him close, chest heaving* Talk to me!

Draco, struggles weakly for a few seconds: Potter, just–! *suddenly sags against him* *screaming into his face*I don’t know who I am anymore, Harry! When I’m with you, I have absolutely no control over myself, absolutely none! You fucking touch me or… or just smile at me and my brain fucking turns off! *pulls in a huge gulp of air and forces himself to calm down* I can’t just– just– I can’t simply hand over all the power to you, alright?! I need some control here! You can’t control me, Potter, I won’t allow it! *glares with slightly bared teeth, panting roughly*

Harry, disbelievingly: *voice lowering dangerously* Control? Power? *cutting laugh* You think I have the power here? You think I’m in control?!

Draco, still trying to free his arm: What the fuck do you think, Potter? Of course you are! It’s always got to be you, isn’t it?! The Saviour! You’re always– you always– *looks away, jaw clenched, eyes flitting around wildly*

Harry, growling: What do I always do, Malfoy? Please, enlighten me. I ask you out. I tell you how I feel. *voice rising* I don’t do a goddamned thing to you without asking first, even though I’m fucking crawling out of my skin just to touch you and you’re accusing me of being in control? You’re leading me around on a fucking leash, goddamnit!

Draco, not looking at him: Let me go… *starts struggling violently when Harry doesn’t free his arm* Let me go! Let me go, goddamn it! You can’t fucking do this! You can’t always be calm and in control and– *voice cracking* You can’t take me apart with next to no effort and then stay cool and collected and not even bring yourself to completion! *shoves against Harry with his whole body* You can’t steal my control from me and then wave yours in my face like I’m some great big slut who can’t even keep from finishing in his pants like a fucking teenager!

Harry, seething: Oh. Oh. I see. This is about the fucking or–or whatever it is you call it. This is about getting off.

Draco, sneering coldly: Isn’t it always about that with you?

Harry, low, murderous: That’s what you think? You think that that’s where the control comes from? Ridiculous of me to think it might have something to do with the way we feel about each other, the way I– I fucking can’t wait to see you, the way I bought myself numbing potions to make sure I don’t pressure you, the way I’m always thinking about you, and planning our dates fucking weeks in advance and what if your father and I always hate each other and what if you can’t get along with Ron–*walking Draco steadily backwards, eyes dark and narrowed*–and what if one day I walk in on you crying in the bathroom and we’re both reminded of– *swallows; suddenly shoves Draco against his wall; follows with his body, and pins Draco’s hands against the wall* But no. I got ahead of myself. This is only about the fucking. You don’t like that I held off. Fine, Malfoy, fucking fine. *presses body against Draco’s* *shoves a thigh between both his*

Draco, his breath leaving him in a rush: *wide eyed* Potter, what are you– *cries out softly as Harry’s thigh shifts*

Harry: *rubs hard cock against Draco’s hip in slow, rolling thrusts, keeping eye contact* *whispering savagely* You’re getting hard. Do you like that, Malfoy?

Draco, breath catching wheezily in his throat: *whimpers* Potter– *suddenly squeezes his eyes shut as if he can’t bear to look back* Harry! *lets his head thud back onto the wall as he starts to grind down onto Harry’s thigh* Harry, oh god–

Harry, rasping insistently: Look at me, Malfoy. Look at me or I’ll stop. *thrusts against him faster*

Draco, keening as he shakes his head wildly: P-please– Harry, god, yes–! *helplessly twists his wrists within Harry’s grip*

Harry, breathing faster: Malfoy– *punctuating each word with a rapid thrust of his hips and rub of his thigh against Draco* I. Told. You. To. Look. At. Me

Draco, gasping through full-bodied shudders: *visibly struggles to open his eyes; fixes his glazed gaze right on Harry’s mouth* Harry…

Harry, pausing until Draco drags his gaze up, then staring into his eyes; intensely focused: *whispering fast* You think I have the control because I know more about this part than you, Draco? You’ve had me tied up in knots for months–hell, for fucking years. I thought one of us had to be in control so the other could learn how to lose it, safely, I thought that’s what people did when they were falling in– when they cared about each other. *grinding harder against him in a quick rhythm* I thought that’s what you did when you cared about someone else’s heart, but fuck Draco, if this is just about– *breaks gaze, buries his face in Draco’s throat with a sharp, broken cry as his hips rock hard against him and he starts to come, clutching Draco close and shaking*

Draco, finally freeing his hands: Harry– *tugs him up by the hair and pulls him into a rough kiss* *whimpering softly as he continues to grind his hardness into Harry’s thigh*

Harry, kissing him back ferociously, licking and biting Draco’s mouth: *presses Draco’s shoulders harder against the wall and jerks his body away, followed by his mouth* Draco, crying out in frustration: Wh– *blinking around in shock*

Harry, quietly; measured: You like control so much, Draco? *glares at him, face set* There’s your fucking control. Enjoy it. * stalks out, slamming the door after himself*

Draco, gasping desperately, tripping sideways to support himself on a filing cabinet: *croaks out* Po– Harry, wai– *clenches his mouth shut and drops his head back* *slides down the wall until he’s sitting on his haunches, head in his hands* Oh, well done, Draco, you fucking fool…

#virgin draco #*gasp*#nooooo #what the fuck are they going to do now #find out tomorrow #lololol #oh come on it's not that long a wait #drarry #innocent pureblood #randy prat #cliffhanger yaaasss #omg sorry we love you

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