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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 6 years ago

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A kind of magic.

Summary: Roger discovers something about you...and his daughter.

Warnings: some angst, little bit suggestive at some points, swearing

A/N: Just some cute magical Roger fluff for y'all. Blocks of italic text are flashbacks! I hope you enjoy! 💖

You stood patiently waiting for the school bell to ring, it was approaching three o'clock one sunny afternoon. Roger was at the studio so you said you would pick up your daughter up and walk home. Surely enough, a few minutes after the bell rang, she emerged. You smiled and waved but she had a somber expression on her face and tightly clutched the straps of her backpack while avoiding your gaze. "Bea?" You softly spoke and crouched down to her level. You and Roger barely called her by her actual name- Beatrix. You mainly called her Bea or Trixie. He said it was an odd- yet beautiful- name when you initially suggested it, but it was an ode to your family heritage. 'She who brings happiness' and 'blessed' were the meanings behind it. Her middle name was Willow after the mystical origins of the tree. "Is everything alright, petal?" She shook her head no and remained quiet. You sighed and wiped away a tear on her cheek. "Sweetheart, you need to talk to me so I can help you. Tell me what's the matter."

She sighed loudly, Bea was a very dramatic five year old- you blamed her father for that part of her personality. "Something happened..." she trailed off.

You raised a brow "Something like what?" She remained silent and you grew suspicious. "Beatrix Willow Taylor- tell me what happened."

“My fingers!" She groaned and raised her arms before letting them fall. "My pencil snapped and I wished for it to be sharp again and then my fingers went all tingly. Then my pencil was sharp mummy!" She whispered. You blinked and swallowed hard at her revelation.

You knew this day might come. You were dreading it. You couldn't let Bea see you upset or worried because that would just make her feel worse. You smiled and held her arms "We'll go to grannies house before heading home. I can tell you what happened there, okay?" She nodded and you picked her up with a small groan. She had grown so fast, Roger constantly says that it feels like he just blinks and she's grown a foot. She was so like Roger in many ways...and yet she inherited a huge part of you. Bea and Roger were as thick as thieves- the best of friends as well as Father and daughter. God, how the hell would Roger react? It would change everything.

It was easy enough for you to hide your abilities but a five year old?! You'd have your work cut out keeping something like away from your husband. You turned your head and smiled "Do you know why you're called Beatrix Willow?" You asked and she shook her head no. "Well, they hold a very special meaning. A magical one." You grinned and Bea smiled.

"Magic how?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Well the willow tree is believed to have magical powers, and Beatrix is-"

"Was..." you looked up and saw your mother standing there with her arms crossed over her chest "A very powerful witch." She glared at you slightly. You looked down at the ground when she did. "Hello my little pumpkin!" Your mother grinned at Bea and held out her arms for a hug. You put Bea down and she ran over to your mother who effortlessly picked her up. "I'm guessing something happened. Did it?" She questioned you and you nodded with a passive expression. "Then you better come in."

You sighed and followed your mother, already bracing yourself for her lecturing. "Bea, you thirsty?" You asked and she nodded. "Why don't you see if granny has any juice in the fridge?" Bea scampered off, skipping to the kitchen.

You looked to your mother who had a smug smile on her face. "I told you this would happen..."

"I thought I would have more time." You grit out.

You mother leaned forward and poured you some nettle tea that was on the table. "You were around her age when you found your powers." She was being far too nonchalant about the whole situation.

"Yeah but Bea is a half witch! I thought I'd have more time to prepare!" You groaned.

"Her abilities will hit her- and you- when you least expect it. Since she's a half witch her powers will be dearly compensated so her magic will be a little erratic, especially as she's adjusting to her powers." She looked at you with a scrunched nose and cocky smirk. "You should have contemplated marrying a warlock."

You rolled your eyes "Lets not get into this again. I'd rather focus on Bea right now." She nodded and said something that sounded like ‘of course’. It came out as a murmur. Your mother was disappointed that you married Roger. A mortal. A regular human being. But he was utterly extraordinary in your eyes. When he played drums it was like he possessed magical powers he was so talented. You sighed and took a sip of tea, staring off into space. "It feels like it was just yesterday Roger and I were bathing her in the kitchen sink..." you softly grinned at the memory.

"Why are there flowers in the sink with Trixie?" Roger let out an amused snort.

"It's good luck!" You grinned and gently bopped Bea's nose with your finger, making her bubbly giggle.

"You believe lots of shit," he leaned over the counter and moved forward to kiss Bea on the forehead.

"You're right...you told me you were nine inches and I believed you." You smirked and Roger gasped, covering Bea's ears.

"You can't talk that way in front of our child!"

You laughed and flicked Roger with water "She can't understand us! Plus you just swore!" Roger playfully rolled his eyes and hugged you from behind, whispering 'my girls' in your ear before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck and looking at the little baby in the sink with an adoring smile.

Bea came in with a juice box and sat down next to you, breaking you from your trance. You looked up to your mother and silently asked her for a little help. "Beatrix," she was the only one that used her actual given name. "There's something special about you. About all of us."

Before your mother could delve deep into the history of witchcraft and terrify your daughter, you intervened. "Do you remember the book we read? The Wizard of Oz?" Bea nodded and your mother let out an unamused grunt at your reference, but it was the best way to help Bea understand. "There was a witch, Glinda. And she has powers, doesn't she?"

"I remember! I liked her dress!" Bea grinned from ear to ear before something inside her clicked. "Am I like her?" She softly asked with innocent eyes.

"Kinda, yeah." You nodded with a reassuring grin. "But dad isn't. He doesn't know that we have powers. We can't let him know about them." You warned. "I'll help you manage them, you don't have to be scared." You gave her a side hug and Bea seemed to have brightened up from when you picked her up at the school gates.

Your mother stood up and brushed herself off "Roger will be home soon, Y/N. You best be off." You nodded, with a tight smile. "Beatrix, my little pumpkin," she kneeled down and held her with a smile on her face. She also had tears in her eyes. You knew this was a huge deal for your mother. You were an only child and as Bea was your mothers only grandchild, knowing she had powers overwhelmed her. She was happy and worried at the same time- as were you. "Just because you're different- it doesn't make you any less magical."

"Thanks granny," she hugged her. When Bea pulled back, your mother made a toffee apple appear in her hand and the little girl gasped in amazement.

"Can I do that mum?!" She asked, full of hope.

"Most definitely not." You sent you mother a small, annoyed glare. If Bea found out she could conjure sweets that would be all she would do. "I'll see you later mum."

"Remember to use Merlin! He'll help!" She reminded.

"I'm not relying on the help of a cat." You deadpanned. That cat was a salty, sarcastic pain in the ass.

Your mother waved her hand and blew a raspberry. "He is more than a cat! I know you think it's nonsense but Beatrix will be able to confide in him!" You were hit with another memory. Nonsense. You could remember Roger using that word when you had found one of Bea's dolls she thought she lost when the band was over. The three year old was a sobbing mess, Roger hugged her tightly as John tried his best to console the poor girl by telling jokes all while you rummaged through her room, eventually finding it down the side of her bed.

"You found it!" She gasped and clutched onto the doll for dear life. "How did you do it?!"

"Magic!" You grinned and tickled her sides.

You could hear Roger sigh "Y/N, don't fill her head with nonsense..."

"Magic isn't nonsense, Roger!" You let go of Bea and playfully poked Roger's arm. If only he knew the whole story...

Brian chuckled "Yeah Rog! Don't be boring! But, to be honest, you're bound to be like that since you're a dad now. As soon as Y/N popped that baby out of her va-" you sent Brian a deadly glare and he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Yeah..." he drawled out "As soon as Trixie arrived you automatically became a boring old dad."

"Thanks Bri."

"Y/N!" You flinched at your mothers voice "Use the cat!" You loudly sighed and stuck a thumb up. Your mother rolled her eyes at your attitude. "Perhaps it's finally time to tell him!" Your mother called out with an adamant smirk mixed in with her voice and you stopped in your tracks before barging out the door.

•••

Roger had Bea resting against him, she was in her pyjamas and was drifting off to sleep. "I think I'm going to put this one to bed." He quietly spoke and you nodded. Roger hated waking her up, it was like waking up a bear. "Trixie, wake up." He gently shook her and she opened her eyes with a sleepy groan. "Bedtime."

"Can you put me to bed, mummy?" She tiredly asked and Roger feigned offence.

"Oh so mummy is better at tucking you in and giving you a story than I am?" Roger tickled the little girl who wriggled and giggled in his hold. He pressed his lips to her bare arm and blew a raspberry, making her laugh even louder.

"Don't get her too excited!" You chuckled and then groaned when Bea jumped into the safety of your arms. You got a shock from her, an indication that her powers almost were exposed. You made a note of that- the more giggly and excited she got her powers would kick in. "Okay, bedtime! Say goodnight!" Roger leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams cheeky monkey," Roger grinned.

"I'm not a cheeky monkey!" Bea laughed and pointed at Roger "You're a cheeky monkey!"

"Oh no I'm not!" He dramatically protested.

"Oh yes you are!" Bea said back.

"Alright! Enough!" You butt in before your living room turned into a pantomime stage. You stood up with Bea clinging onto you "Say goodnight! Property!"

"Goodnight dad, I love you!" Bea blew him a kiss and Roger pretend to catch it.

You looked at the spawn of Satan in the corner of your living room licking his paws. You motioned him to follow you and with a soft - almost begrudging- meow, he did. Merlin followed you into Bea's bedroom, you put her into bed and turned on her nightlight. "Okay, petal, no story tonight..." you looked at the cat who was curled up beside he young girl. She was the only person in the house he liked. "Do you fingers still feel tingly?"

Bea looked at them "A little...I don't feel very tired anymore."

You nodded with a sigh- a common side effect with discovering powers from within. "I thought you might say that," you made a cup appear beside her bed that had some special, soothing hot chocolate in it. It had a little lavender in it to help her get to sleep as well as some other potions to help keep her powers dormant for the night. "Now Merlin is here if you don't want to talk to me, he's special- like us."

"Special isn't something you usually call...or yell at me..." he looked up to you with bright green eyes. Bea gasped hearing the cat speak. "Hey kid, I'm glad you've found your powers."

Bea looked between you and the cat on her bed "Merlin can talk?!" She quietly said, her voice full of shock.

"Unfortunately yes..." you glared at the cat who hissed at you. You'd usually flip him off but not in front of Bea. "You can chat to him about anything as well as me." She took a long gulp of her hot chocolate "Good?" You asked and she nodded with a toothy grin. "Good. Get some sleep, sweetie. Sweet dreams, I love you." You kissed her forehead. "Remember, you are so special and being a witch is nothing to worry about or be ashamed of."

"I know that now. I love you too mummy, night night!" You left the door slightly ajar, Merlin was happily curled up at the end of her bed and had fallen asleep. As soon as you stepped out of her room, Roger was coming up the stairs.

"She asleep?" He asked and you nodded. Roger groaned a little and rubbed his shoulder. "Think I went a bit too mad at that practice session in the studio today- my shoulder is killing me!" He rubbed it and you frowned a little following him into the bedroom.

He continued to rub it "Let me have a look," you said and Roger took off his top. Your fingers danced over his skin and he hummed.

"You're so warm..." he hummed as your hand massaged over his sore spot. "You and your heeling hands trying to fix my old shoulder?" He half heartedly chuckled. You smirked and kept rubbing, using your powers to take away his pain. Like you always did. That's how you got the playful pet name of 'heeling hands'. Roger naturally assumed the pain just eventually disappeared on its own. "Uhhh..." he loudly and lonely groaned "Feels so much better."

"Guess I rubbed the right spot then hmm?" You teased a little and pulled back.

Roger turned around and gave you a kiss "What else do those hands of yours do...?" He suggestively wriggled his eyebrows.

"Don't you even start!" You playfully warned and got ready for bed. You could feel Roger watching you, he always did. He was amazed with you. The second his eyes landed on you years ago in a smoky bar, you had bewitched him. Since then you had been inseparable and full of love for one another. Roger was slightly terrified of your mother however- thanks to her evil looking glares she'd send him occasionally. But despite what she thought of him, it was effortless for you to fall in love with Roger. He was so carefree and smiley all the time that it made your heart do somersaults in your chest. You always wanted for him to be happy and never feel any pain. When he had the rare nightmare you'd place a hand on his head and take it away. If he had a cold you'd make him some soup with a few extra ingredients that he couldn't taste to make him feel better, and of course, take away the muscle aches and pains. "What?" You raised a brow at Roger who was still staring- he hadn't blinked in a while.

"Nothing," he whispered with a smile "Nothing...you're just...spellbinding."

You raised a brow at his choice of word. "Spellbinding?" You pulled the duvet over you "That's a new one." Roger climbed in beside you and cuddled into you. You ran a hand through his hair and soon the pair of you fell asleep. You kissed his forehead and let out a sigh after he had fallen into a deep sleep, oblivious as to what was happening. "Night, Rog."

•••

"Ah ah ah!" You warned Bea seconds before she made a mess of the kitchen. "You raise your finger up not down." You told her and she focused on pouring some sugar into a bowl.

A few weeks had passed since you discovered that she had powers and were teaching her everyday when Roger was out how to use them. Today you were making cupcakes with her. Merlin was sat next to Bea on the countertop "You're getting the hang of it!" He said. Bea smiled down at him- she loved the talking cat.

"You really are, petal! Now how about we crack the egg together?" She nodded and you magically made one fly out of the carton "Now what you to is tap your finger in the air- super simple! One, two, three, tap!" You both did it at the same time and it cracked into the bowl. "Well done! That's it! You're getting good!" You grinned and got rid of the shell.

You finished up the cakes and put them in the oven. You picked her up off of the countertop and put her on the floor, Merlin soon following. "Sorry I made a mess, mummy..." Bea said referring to the flour she had spilled all over the countertop and floor. She tried to pick it up and it levitated for a few seconds before falling back down and spilling out.

"That's alright because look what I can do!" With a wiggle of your fingers you made the dustpan and brush clean up the mess. Bea stood there with her mouth gaping open. "One day you'll be able to do that without even thinking about it! Clean the whole kitchen with the snap of your fingers in fact! Just like I do." You smirked and snapped your fingers together, a whole range of tools and cleaning utensils started to clean up the mess making the cupcakes had made.

"Can I fly?" She asked and you quickly snapped your head around to her.

"Flying on your own is very tricky- even I find it hard. I have a broom and one day maybe you can get one too but-"

She cut you off "Can we try and fly now?"

"Oh this is going to be fun..." you glared at the cat who made that comment.

You looked at the clock, Roger wouldn't be back for a while. You let out a defeated sigh "Give me your hands." You clicked your fingers again and the cleaning stopped, you'd need all your focus and energy to levitate. Bea held your hands tight "Okay, shut your eyes..." she did as she was told. "Now open them."

As soon as she did, the little girl loudly gasped "W-were floating!" She had a beaming smile on her face.

"Yeah! Now I'll let you go but I'm right here if you want to grab onto me." You let your hands slowly loosen, Bea was far too eager for you to let go. "See! You're doing it!" You looked down at the countertop and brought a glass of milk and a cookie up to her level. "Watch this," you tipped the glass upside down and all the liquid stayed in. "Magic can be fun huh?"

"What...the...hell is happening?!"

You flinched hearing his voice. You almost didn't want to turn around. You quickly brought you and Bea back down to earth and put the glass of milk and cookie back where they were. Bea looked at you, almost unsure of what to do or say so she grabbed onto your legs as you turned and hid behind them. "Roger-"

"Y-y-you an- and...that?!" He motioned to the air. "W-what?!" He shrieked and ran a hand through his hair. "What did I just walk into?!" He yelled with a mix of fear, worry, confusion and the faintest glint of amazement in his eyes. "What?!"

"Roger, Innever wanted to tell you like this. I wanted to tell you! So much! It was just so hard to find the right words!" You admitted and stepped forward but he stepped back a little.

"What even are you?" He whispered out with glossy eyes.

You sighed and let your head bow down "A witch..." you felt Bea squeeze you a little, you brought her forward, holding her close. "We both are." Roger's eyes moved to the little girl who was next to you. His cheeky monkey, his partner in crime, his little girl. The two people he loved and cared for most in the whole world...and he was hit with that. Witches didn't exist. Magic didn't exist. Those things lived in sheets of paper in fantasy story books. Where the hero got the girl and everyone lived happily ever after and where true love existed. Roger looked up to you and thought for a split second that perhaps it lived outside the pages of those books.

He thought he knew you better than he knew himself. He thought you told him everything about you...clearly not. "Dad?" A soft voice broke Roger from his thoughts. You glanced down to where it came from and tensed up- you had no idea what she was about to say. "Are you sad? Are you...angry at me and mummy?"

You looked up to Roger, tears now welling up in your eyes. "N-no!" He forced a reassuring smile, the last thing either of you wanted to do was upset or worry Bea. "I just," he looked at you for a second "I just need to go somewhere." You called out and chased after him but he was already out the door. You sighed and placed your head in your hands. You never wanted him to find out like that.

•••

"Is daddy going to be back soon?" Bea yawned while you tucked her into bed. It was getting late and you hadn't seen Roger since he stormed out hours ago.

"Yeah," you lied as you had no idea when he'd be back. "Get some sleep, petal. Love you." You kissed her forehead and left the room, practically dragging yourself downstairs. The tv was on and you planned to sit in front of it all night until Roger came home. If he didn't, you'd take Bea to your mum's house and find him yourself.

When you stepped into the living room you froze seeing a mop of blonde hair poking up above the couch. "Roger...?" You whispered. He turned around and sent you a thin smile. "God Sake Roger!" You quietly snapped and sat on the other side of the couch "Where the hell have you been?!"

"I actually went to see your mum..." your eyes went as wide as saucers. "She didn't kill me or put some weird hex on me...least I hope she didn't."

"Don't joke," your voice trembled and a tear slipped down your cheek. "Why did you go to see her?"

"Because I wanted to ask her some stuff. About...everything really." He quietly admitted, nervously playing with his fingers. "Wanted to try and understand a little better." He admitted and stayed silent for a few minutes. "I don't love you any less." You both looked at each other at the same time. Roger scooted over a little and delicately took your hand, intertwining your fingers and wiped away the tear on your jaw with his free one. "I just wish you said something to me."

"How can you expect me to just spring something like that onto someone?" You asked but it came out as a sob. "You thought magic was nonsense and I was then so worried about Bea because she got her powers the other week and I've been trying to get her to control them around you. I was worried what you'd think about her being like me." You loudly sniffled.

"But that's not a bad thing!" Roger tried to reassure you, tightly squeezing your hand. "She's as much of you as she is me. And you are unbelievably kind and beautiful and strong...I'd be so happy if she turned out like you."

You shook your head with a sigh. "I grew up completely different to you, Roger. I went to a school for witches and I grew up always worrying. Constantly thinking I was weird and that everyone would hate me or judge me for who I am. I read countless of books on good and bad things about witches and read the horrific things that happened to them. I had to find my place in their world." You looked up to him though your watery lashes. "Then I found you and...and I felt like I could be me. That I could be accepted by someone who wasn't a witch or a wizard or a warlock. That I didn't have to worry anymore. A part of me always did, of course."

"Why?" Roger asked, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

"Incase I frightened you or you left...that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"Y/N, I swear to you. That would never happen." Roger seriously said. "You and Trixie are my world. You both made it magical before I learned you could fly!" He half joked and you let out a watery giggle. "I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, Roger." You smiled. He leaned in and softly kissed you, wiping away your tears and your worries.

"I've got to ask something though..." you furrowed your brows. "Have you ever used magic on me?"

You timidly nodded "Only when I felt like I needed to...you'd have terrible nightmares and I'd take them away. And of course my 'healing hands'." You wiggled the fingers of your free hand and Roger softly smiled with tears welling in his eyes. "I only used my powers so you didn't have to endure any pain."

Roger leaned forward and delicately pressed his lips to yours. "You are so selfless..." he whispered and caressed your cheeks. Your eyes were shut but Roger was looking at you with half hooded ones. "What else have you done?"

You smirked "Sometimes when I feel really lazy I'll fill up the fridge because I can't be bothered going to the shops." Roger burst out laughing and you giggled.

"One thing for certain is you never fail to amaze me, Y/N." He kissed your forehead then your lips again.

"I wouldn't put her name and 'amaze' in the same sentence." Your head snapped around to the cat that was perched on the end of the sofa. Roger went wide eye and looked at Merlin before looking back to you.

He pointed to the animal "The...the cat talks?" His words left his mouth very slowly.

You nodded "The cat talks."

"That cat...talks..." Roger said again just because the first time he said it didn't sound mad enough. "Of course he does." He looked to you and a huge smile appeared on his face "I love you."

"I love you too, Roger."

He engulfed you in a hug and a tingle spread throughout his body. He always knew there was something magical and enchanting about you and now he could feel it. Now he knew. Roger pulled back but still held you with his hands. "Do you ride a magic broom?" You nodded and his head curiously cocked to the side. "Can I watch?" He asked.

A cheeky smile appeared on your face. "Tonight I'd rather ride another magic broom..." you bit down on your lip. "Yours."

Roger swallowed hard and boyishly smirked with a twinkle in his eyes. He stood up and pulled you with him. He practically had you stuck to his chest. "Well brace yourself," he gave you a bewitching kiss "It could be a bumpy ride."

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