#roger x brian's sister

[thediaryofaurora]

General HCs

Ticci Toby/Tobias Rogers

Sorry this took so long!! I’ve been contemplating writing one shots, but I feel like I should get the head canons out first. If any of you have any ideas for one shots (x readers, char x char, nsfw), my request box is open! I’ll get around to them as soon as possible. :)

- 5’11! Sleeper build and scrawny, but extremely strong upper arms. He’s not as fast as Kate and Brian, but he makes up for it with how long he can run. He never gets tired and can chase victims for hours. Lots of freckles, too!

- White with mostly German heritage. He doesn’t know very much German, just baseline stuff he learned from his mom. (Connie grew up in Germany until she was 15.)

- Medium brown hair and dark brown eyes. He’s pretty pale, but being outside most of the time he does have a slight tan, lots of freckles too.

- His dad was extremely abusive and would beat him, his mom, and his sister, it was rare for him to not be drunk. Toby killed him only a few hours after his father beat his mom to the point she was unconscious. He’d rather his mom lose both of her children and her abusive husband than endure so much pain, he cared about her more than anything. He didn’t want to sit idly by as he loses his sister and mother.

- His fingers are TORN up. Bites and picks at his nails, cuticles, dry knuckles, all of it. His fingertips and palms are also super calloused.

- Hangs out with Jeff and Ben most of the time. He’s closer to Ben and thinks Jeff’s a douche, but he puts up with him since sometimes the three of them have fun.

- He can be a jerk, but if you’re able to break past his shell he’s super sweet. He’s still sarcastic and snarky, but not necessarily mean. VERY smug.

- Had Jeff do a tattoo of Lyra’s birthday on his shoulder. It turned out surprisingly good. He was originally going to do her death date, but he felt like it was better to honor the time she was alive.

- Halloween junkie. He has a massive sweet tooth and loves autumn, so it’s the perfect day ever in his eyes.

- This guy DESTROYS in poker and blackjack. The few times his dad would spend time with him they’d play together. Even though he hated him, it meant a lot to him when he was little. Has the teeny tiniest gambling addiction, makes a bunch of bets with other residents of the mansion and usually wins.

- MIDWESTERN EMO BOY!!!! I will die on this hill. Music taste, clothing, all of it.

- His tics are pretty rare now that he’s older, but when he’s anxious they get bad.

- Exclusively wears comfortable clothes. Not because he gets uncomfortable, he could (and does) sleep in jeans and not be bothered. When he was younger he would always be forced to wear slacks, dress shoes, button ups, and ties for church or family gatherings. He HATED it.

- Him, Tim, and Brian are usually put on missions together. They’re all pretty compatible, and it’s nice to talk to just some regular ass dudes. Sometimes all three of them will go to run down diner’s if they finished their mission early, it’s the most normality any of them have in their lives.

- He and Tim bicker a LOT, but he secretly find comfort in it. He sees Tim as a protective older brother, rather than someone who just hates him. With how his dad treated him growing up, he thought all arguing was yelling and being aggressive, but Tim’s is more disagreement or annoyance.

- Almost knows how to play the acoustic guitar. He’s a quick learner, but he doesn’t have a crazy strong desire to get better at it.

- Pretty much always wears a big bandaid over his cheek gash. He’s not necessarily insecure about it unless he has a crush on someone, but it’s hard to eat or drink when it’s just open.

- He’s actually not to bad at soccer! Sometimes when it’s nice out him and Cody find a ball and play.

- Anywho, I’m in love with him.

Feedback and requests are welcome! Thank you for reading. :)

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[eileen-crys]

Roger Taylor

Rarity: 5☆

Weapon: Catalyst

Vision: Geo

Nation: Mondstadt

Constellation: Clamor Iocosus

Roger from my Queen x Genshin Impact crossover!

A young boy from the south of Mondstadt, under the first impression of being a joyful and loud person, he has a very protective side and is not afraid of expressing his ideas through powerful drumming that can shake the ground. He received his Geo Vision after protecting his mother and sister from his father, one of the too many drunkards of Mondstadt, but decided to reject the offer to join the Knight of Favonius that came directly from the Grandmaster, choosing to follow his own path instead. He crossed Dragonspine alone to reach Liyue, where he refined his drumming and met Freddie and Brian.

Here you can see all the sketches with very early studies for all their designs and Here is a little overview of them as characters, with aesthetics and quick summaries. JOHN | FREDDIE | BRIAN

Please don't steal/repost/trace, thank you! Reblogs and comments are welcomed! 💜

[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl - 12

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Summary:  Steve's mundane life in university, focused on graduating and funding his mother's surgery, is shaken by a mysterious new student who brings danger and surprises.

Author's Note: I decided to stop using "Y/N." Starting from this chapter, I will use the second-person point of view instead.

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Your heart was beating fast as you approached Maximus, the patriarch of the Solomon family and the man who held the key to uncovering the truth about your mother's death.

Maximus, sitting in his wheelchair like a king on his throne, smiled at you. But you knew there was a hidden meaning behind that smile.

“You’ve made your way back. I’m impressed,” he said.

You bowed deeply. “I will do anything to impress the king.”

“Hahaha.” His laughter echoed through the grand hall, drawing the attention of the guests. Even those who had worked with Maximus for years rarely heard him laugh.

But you, the outsider who was thrown out for staining the Solomon name, were welcomed back.

Your father, Brian, stood nearby. His expression was neutral, but you could tell he was impressed that you had managed to gain Maximus's favor. He just hoped you wouldn't mess up this chance again.

Shara, your step-sister with no blood relation to you, stood between her grandfather and your father. To outsiders, she looked like your father's daughter. She had successfully stolen your father's affection, and you had willingly let her. She smiled at you. “Our house felt empty without you.”

You returned her smile with a fake one. “Hmph.”

This was the first time Steve had seen your step-sister. The difference between the two of you was like fire and water.

“It’s exciting, right? I heard the battle of succession will happen soon.” Steve nearly jumped when someone suddenly spoke to him.

“Why do you act like you’ve seen a ghost?” The stranger laughed. “My name is Derick. I saw you talking to Sophia. Does your company work with her?”

Steve quickly tried to remember the guest information you had given him. Derick was an elite from a wealthy family who owned an oil company.

“She’s interested in my painting,” Steve replied.

Derick gasped and covered his mouth with his hand in mock surprise. “Oh shit. You’re that painter.” He tilted his head, a mocking smile on his face. “So you’re just extra baggage, huh?” Then he walked away.

Steve didn’t know whether to feel offended or not. He wasn’t entirely sure what 'extra baggage' meant in this context.

'Ding.'

A small ring from the butler's bell silenced the room, drawing everyone's attention. “The dining room is ready for the guests,” he announced.

The guests began to make their way slowly toward the dining room. Steve hesitated, unsure if there was a seat prepared for him.

“Steve,” you called, nodding your head for him to follow you.

The dining room was immense, decorated with the opulence of a five-star French hotel. The elegant table settings and luxurious interior reminded Steve of scenes from the magazines he used for drawing references. It felt like a feast fit for a king.

Now, he regretted following you. He was seated beside you, directly in the circle of the Solomon family. He felt terrified, especially under the scrutinizing gaze of Maximus. The intensity of it made him want to crawl under the table.

“So you’re the new rising artist?” Maximus asked, his voice cutting through the chatter.

“Yes… sir,” Steve replied, his voice trembling. His nervousness almost made Sophia and Shara chuckle.

“You found an obedient pet,” Maximus remarked to you. You sipped your champagne before responding, “I need something to rid me of my boredom.”

Steve rolled his eyes. The conversation between you and Maximus sounded almost familial. Despite the initial fear, he started to see Maximus not as a terrifying patriarch but as an old man with a sharp tongue and a certain charm.

But Steve spoke too soon. He soon saw the true nature of Maximus—a sadistic man.

When the food arrived, everyone began eating except for Maximus. He never moved his hands from the armrests of his wheelchair. Three servants attended to him: one cutting his food, one feeding him, and one providing water whenever he asked for it.

“Water,” Maximus demanded. If the servant was too slow, he would slap the glass from their hand and say, “Too late.”

'What the fuck? This old man can use his hands. Why is he acting disabled?' Steve thought, trying to hide his shock. But Maximus could read him easily. His old age had taught him to read people like a book.

“You wonder why?” Maximus asked, his piercing eyes locking onto Steve's.

Steve stiffened, unsure how to respond. He glanced at you for some guidance, but you were calmly sipping your champagne, seemingly unbothered by the tension.

Maximus leaned forward slightly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Power, young man. It’s all about power. I don’t need to lift a finger because I’ve trained everyone around me to cater to my every whim. It’s a demonstration of control.”

Steve swallowed hard, nodding slightly. “I see, sir.” The answer is the same as you. Turned out you learned from him. No wonder why you mind fucked up some time.

Maximus chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Steve’s spine. “Do you? It’s not something you see, it’s something you feel. The weight of authority, the expectation of obedience.”

Sophia leaned in, her gaze fixed on Steve. “You must understand, in our world, appearances are everything. Power is maintained not just through actions, but through the perception of those actions.”

Steve nodded again, his mind racing. He could feel the eyes of the entire table on him, judging his every move.

“Eat, Steve,” you said softly, breaking the tension slightly. “Enjoy the food.”

Steve picked up his fork and began to eat, his hands still shaking slightly. The food was exquisite, but he could barely taste it over the anxiety roiling in his stomach.

‘Ding. Ding.’

One of the guests stood up from his seat. Steve recognized him as the country's economic minister. Silently, he marveled that someone of such importance was among the guests. The minister raised his champagne glass, and everyone followed suit. “We’re here to celebrate a genius businessman who has made us all rich.” His remark made the guests laugh. “We wish you a long life, Mr. Solomon.”

Maximus nodded his head and made a hand motion for everyone to sit. He didn’t say a word, yet everyone obeyed him. He was right; money and power could command such respect.

“I did. I made everyone in this room fucking rich,” he said, his voice filled with authority.

Everyone laughed and agreed with him.

“I’m grateful that all of you are here, wishing me a long life. But I have decided to retire,” Maximus announced.

‘Clink.’

A fork fell to the ground, the sound echoing in the room. Silence followed as everyone processed the announcement. Even Sophia, Brian, Shara, and you were shocked; Maximus had never mentioned retiring.

“Father…” Sophia tried to intervene.

“Be quiet, Sophia. I’m trying to talk here.” Maximus slapped her hand away, embarrassing her but remaining unfazed.

“Everything changes as I grow older. My generation is slowly dying, and the new generation must take over,” he continued.

The guests started murmuring. ‘What does it mean?’

‘Is he going to give the company to Sophia or Shara?’

“There are two people I see as my future heir. Shara, my granddaughter.” Maximus looked at Shara, who turned pale, anticipating the next words her grandfather would say.

“And my step-granddaughter, Y/N,” he declared.

The room erupted in noise. Everyone began talking at once. He skipped his daughter Sophia from the list and chose his granddaughter instead. Sophia turned pale as snow, her father not even considering her worth it.

“Sir, you’re going to give the company to someone not related to you?” one of the guests asked.

“It’s my fucking company. I can do whatever I want,” Maximus screamed, punching the table.

Steve flinched, realizing just how terrifying the old man could be.

“Besides… she has my blood,” Maximus revealed, dropping a bombshell.

You looked at him, confusion and questions etched on your face. What was he talking about?

Maximus smiled at you. “Eight years ago, when you needed a blood transfusion, I gave you my blood. So my blood is running through your veins right now.” He said it like he gave you a wonderful gift.

You were shocked, looking down at your arms. You had no idea. Confusion and disgust washed over you at the thought of having Solomon's blood.

Brian glared at his father-in-law. “You’re a prick.”

Maximus smirked. He slowly stood up from his wheelchair and opened his arms wide. “Like a king in the old days, he would choose a successor from his descendants. He would pick the best.”

Shara gasped, unable to believe her grandfather was serious. She looked at you, who was smiling at her like a joker. You were excited for this. You couldn’t wait to bring down this kingdom.

“Let the battle for succession begin!” Maximus proclaimed.

The tension in the room was palpable. Guests whispered among themselves, their faces a mix of shock and intrigue. Maximus’s declaration had set the stage for a fierce and ruthless competition.

You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The prospect of this battle excited you, the chance to prove yourself and to upend the established order.

Steve, still reeling from the announcement, tried to maintain his composure. He glanced at you, noticing the fire in your eyes. You were ready for this challenge, ready to face whatever came your way.

Maximus returned to his wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “This will be a test of strength, intelligence, and loyalty. Only the best will inherit my empire.”

Sophia and Brian exchanged worried glances while Shara’s face twisted in fear. The room buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken rivalries and ambitions.

The murmurs of the guests could be heard, expressing a preference for you instead because you already have experience and started from the bottom, while Shara is still learning to become a doctor.

The guests couldn’t stop discussing the impending battle as the evening continued. You and Steve found yourselves at the center of attention, every move scrutinized, every word analyzed.

Maximus watched from his wheelchair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He had set the stage for a power struggle that would test the limits of everyone involved.

The night ended with a sense of foreboding and excitement. The real game was about to begin, and in the world of the Solomons, only the strongest would survive.

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you're so golden 🫶

pairing : f1 grid x fem!russell!reader

summary : it's the golden globes and kailani russell, sister of f1 driver george russell, the actress who plays the secret daughter of freddie mercury, ophelia mercury, is not only nominated but maybe also wins the award she is nominated for?

warnings : none really

a/n : kailani russell, this original female character is the sister of george russell who is obviously, an f1 mercedes driver. in this version, there will be ophelia mercury who is freddie's secret daughter, hence why they asked a british actress to play her. but also because everyone has always said that kailani doesn't look like her family but like lucy boynton who plays mary austin in the movie. i will also maybe have her dating one of the drivers so it makes even more sense for some of the grid to be at the golden globes.

you're so golden, you're so golden, la la, la la

kailani smiled and cheered as she sat in her seat at the annual golden globe awards 2019 alongside her brother, f1 driver george russell and fellow bohemian rhapsody cast, crew and queen members roger taylor and sir brian may. kailani had been nominated for best actress - motion picture for her portrayal as freddie mercury's secret daughter, ophelia mercury. in the biopic "bohemian rhapsody" that follows the highs and lows of queen and their exuerbrant lead singer, freddie mercury. sat next to her brother, george, was lucy boynton who played mary austin in the movie, the siblings held hands whilst allen leech, another cast member of the movie (paul prenter), sat on the other side of kailani whilst rami malek (freddie mercury) sat in the row in front of them alongside gwilym lee (sir brian may) and joseph mazzello (john deacon). 

throughout the entire night, she was constantly being complimented on the outfit that she was wearing. in all honesty, she did somewhat enjoy the compliments but, it was only because of one thing. she felt ethereal in the dress and it truly distracted her from the anxieties that award shows normally gave her before recieving all of the crazy nominations ever since award season started. otherwise, if it didn't distract her, kailani would be a lot less accepting of the compliments and would try either straight ignoring them or swerving around them and throwing it back to the giver of the compliment. onto the dress, kailani was wearing a gold dress which was a sequined bandage bandeau, fitting her in tight like a corset. truthfully, kailani felt like a goddess and it only made sense that her stylists put her in a gold dress for the golden globes. 

when it came to actually paying attention to the award show that was happening in front of her, kailani genuinely found it difficult because it was getting closer and closer to her category and it just made her zone out. because every time during this award season, she's wanted to protect her mind and her soul since this was the first time that she was ever being acknowledged because just like a couple others in her bohemian rhapsody cast, she had been doing this job since she was a kid. exactly like how her brother, george, had been in motorsport his whole life. however never once was she acknowledged or given her rightful praise for her wonderful talent until now after portraying the role of ophelia mercury, a women who was rumoured for many years to be freddie mercury's secret child. 

so, as she sat next to her brother, george and her other costar, allen leech who played the horrid paul prenter with her onscreen parents lucy and rami in the row in front of them, they all sat in wait. applause and awards were coming and going when gary oldman took the microphone to present kailani's category. instantly, she tensed up in fear, zoning out but keeping a soft smile look on her face as the overhead commentator announced the nominations as scenes of the movies played as well. george wrapping his arms around kailani whilst allen held her free hand and lucy and rami became contortionists as they twisted their arms behind them just so they could also comfort kailani as well. the other f1 racers that kailani had invited scattered elsewhere around the room.

"...the nominations are..." 

"...for bohemian rhapsody, kailani russell," everyone cheers as a small smile and chuckle leaves the zoned out kailani's mouth as she notices the camera really relising in her disassociation but doesn't acknowledge it as she applauds when she hears the scene in which her character, ophelia mercury accidentally finds out about her father freddie's aids diagnosis 

ophelia halts to a stop, this wasn't a conversation she wasn't supposed to run into, it was obvious, but, she couldn't help but feel curious. even then, it wasn't her fault, she was returning to the recording studio with some lunch for her dad freddie and her uncles, roger, john and brian when she heard the news. and before she could get herself out of the room or stop, she heard the very words that did it for her whilst she reached the middle of the room...

"...aids...i wanted you to hear it from me..."

ophelia only heard the "aids" part and everything else just became white noise as she dropped everything she had in her hands and slowly dropped to the floor. her legs going first as they folded underneath her and then her hands as they only just grazed the floor underneath her as tears streamed down her cheeks as her body hunched over itself. that was when freddie, john, roger and brian along with miami turned around, noticing that ophelia, seventeen-year-old ophelia mercury had accidentally walked into a conversation about her father's health that she shouldn't have. but did and now was traumatised over the fact that her father, who she had just found out about, was now getting a death sentence when he was still so young. 

"...dad, please don't say it's true! you...you never get sick...you...you..." ophelia tried to talk but she couldn't, her body rocked with sobs as immediately, roger, her favourite uncle, raced down to her and held her as she wailed as though she was a dying animal 

freddie sighed, kneeling in front of his daughter, he smiled softly, "...i'm sorry bunny but, it's true. but, i don't want you to be crying okay? i want to do what i was born to do with the time i have left. i'm freddie fucking mercury!" freddie smiled as ophelia chuckled wetly, her hand coming under her nose and wiping it as she lifted her head and nodded 

however, what came out of her mouth after was the most gut-wrenching, stomach-ripping thing as she sobbed softly, roger, john and brian huddling around her to comfort her. 

"but you're my dad..." 

everyong erupted into roars of applause as kailani's scene finished playing before gary stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner of the category's golden globe. but, one thing everyone seemed to be set on and shocked by was that scene that they had just watched. it was acted with pure brillance yet it was so nuanced at the same time and so understated that kailani played grief so well. and, it was that moment that everyone knew that the name that gary was about to read out was for sure kailani's, it had to be at this point. 

gary smiled brightly, nodding his head before speaking up into the microphone, "...and the golden globe goes to..." 

"...kailani russell, bohemian rhapsody..." gary oldman cheers, the older actor previously acting with the girl in a previous project when she was much younger, her brother and the rest of her bo-rhap cast doing the same thing whilst the room filled with loud applause as george and allen violently shook the girl out of her disassociation 

for a split moment, the poor girl seemed so confused as to why she was being pulled from side to side by her brother and co-star. but, once she saw gary motioning her to come to the stage since she, george and the bo-rhap cast were basically two rows from the front, she noticed the camera was on her and her cast mates hysterically celebrating up on the screen behind them and she realised. she had just won the golden globe for best actress - motion picture and she had to quickly think up of something to say as she scrambled to get up from her seat. 

after all the hugs from her brother, co-stars and an almost makeout session with lando norris? george was for sure going to question that later but not now, kailani finally made it to the stage. shaking her head at her former movie dad, she was pulled into a hug by gary as he congratulated her. grabbing the award from him and then another set of cheek and forehead kisses, she attempted to start her speech. 

"wooow. i mean, lord have mercy! i am honestly so grateful for this!" she struggled to find her footing let alone her proper breathing pattern as she giggled - proud that she didn't blurt out a swear word like she genuinely thought she would have in this situation 

she giggled before she stared at the award in her hand and continued, "this award is something special. when i was a kid, i was always winning things, have no idea why because i was doing so much that i couldn't just focus on one thing. but, i was always winning first in dance, gymnastics, netball, athletics, i was always getting gold, even in the odd karting competitions alongside george *giggles*. and every time i had to say something, kind of like i am right now, i'd be so overwhelmed and confused that i'd just start to hysterically laugh because i never knew what to say. and that...that's kind of how i feel right now that i'm truthfully surprised i didn't swear or that i'm not hysterically laughing right now..." kailani trailed off as she became emotional as she smiled softly, biting her lip 

"...i've been in this business since i was maybe around eight or nine. my first movie was with this man right next to me, mr gary oldman, and i remember feeling so excited when i was told that if our movie did well enough and if i did a good enough job, i'd be able to dress up and go do the award circut. however, by the time award season came around, we didn't even get one single nomination except for a golden globe nomination and it was for the movie as a whole but we didn't end up winning. and all of a sudden, there was no more award shows for us to attend since that was the only one we got nominated for. our cast not getting invited to any other award ceremony. but, i didn't want to be sad because i still got to go to my first ever award show and i still got to be sitting in a room with so many of my favourite actors and actresses and directors that i didn't want to be sad. because in some small way, our movie, our little indie movie was still good enough even if i specifically wasn't..." everyone watched as kailani told her story as tears welled in everyone's eyes as they listened intently at the girls heartbreaking story 

"...and now, all these years later, at twenty-five-years-old and finally, i'm in a movie that was more than good enough in a role that i was good enough in. and that role just happened to be the beautiful, wonderful, strong-willed ophelia mercury, the daughter of the masterful, exuberant, prowess freddie mercury *cheers*. working on bohemian rhapsody was a blessing that i never knew i was going to be blessed with. and it was something that at the time i didn't know i would need as bad as i did. this movie made me realise that i actually am good enough and that i am someone in this industry *applause*. now it's time i thank my brother, george who took time out of his busy formula one schedule along with some other races to even be here tonight as well as throughout the filming process, i love you guys! and now my beautiful and talented cast, thank you, because it's all down to them, rami, ben, gwilym, joseph, lucy, allen as the main ones but there were so many people that i don't have the time to individually thank them. i also want to extend my gratitude to dr brian may and roger taylor, thank you for trusting us with this beautiful and gorgeous story of freddie! you two were dreams to work with everyday on set and i can't thank you enough for the way you made everyone on our set feel welcomed, included but above all loved and safe. there has never been a set that i've felt as safe as i felt on the first day i walked onto the set of bohemian rhapsody and that feeling of safety has never left and it's been basically a year since filming ended *giggles*. so sorry i've said so much but, just, thank you so much to everyone that made this gorgeous movie possible and allowing me the opportunity to be acknowledged for it, thank you, i love you all, mwah! this is for you freddie and ophelia!" kailani finished as she hoisted her globe high as everyone (but mostly her bo-rhap family) screamed, applauded and cried for joy at their costar's success as gary and kailani walked off stage together so rami's category could be called out 

after rami's category was announced and won by himself which made kailani cry even more backstage, only to find out that the movie won in the very next and last award after that, the after-party roared in jubilation for all the nominees and winners. 

💐

the golden globes were over and now there was only a couple of award shows left of the season and circut, kailani decided to post some photos from the night as she cuddled up against lando in the hotel room since the next one was a few weeks away and there was no use on flying back to the united kingdom just yet. 

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kailanirussell golden globes 2019 baby! 

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thank you so much to every single person who helped me get to this point. i have dreamt of this day ever since my first movie with gary oldman. i know i mentioned it in my speech but, because of my very first golden globes, i thought the movies i was in and my acting in those movies was only good because of how many awards they were nominated for/won. which clearly blew my self esteem when for half of my child acting life, i was never nominated for anything in the solo categories and only nominated with the rest of my ensemble cast for the movies - not they ever won their nominated awards though. so, finally getting to have that moment where i got to get up and say "i am good enough" and "our movie is good enough" felt right and i'm beyond thankful that it was this beautiful movie, bohemian rhapsody, that got me that recognition little kailani used to obsessively pray for every time she did a new movie. working on bohemian rhapsody was an honour and it's something that i'll never be able to replicate ever again in any new movie i do and i'm glad because this movie will never be able to be replicated by anyone or another group of actors and actresses. rami, my darling, you were the perfect freddie, it didn't matter that you weren't the first choice because you were the choice that has got our beautiful little movie all these awards! ben, our beautiful benny, you were the perfect roger and joseph and gwil, you were the perfect disco deaky and astrophysicist brian. and lucy lu, my gorgeous luce, you were the perfect mary and i am so glad i got to do this movie alongside my (non-biological) twin sister even though i ended up playing the secret daughter of freddie. along with my beautiful allen who played the evilest man in the universe of queen, you were perfect and it truly was scary good at how well you encapsulated such a master manipulator because of how kind-natured and gentle you are. 

whilst i'm genuinly devastated that it's coming to the end of celebrating our special little thing, i wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it with anyone else. bohemian rhapsody has been an honour and a project that i'm never going to forget. and like freddie mercury once said, "you can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be" 

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landonorris i am beyond proud of you my darling angel! seeing you up on that stage sent me to tears, you did amazing 🤍

joe_mazzello still crying! you did so well kiki! you were the perfect ophelia, no one could have done it better than you! i truly believe freddie and ophelia gave you this golden globe! 

mrgwilymlee the best ophelia mercury in the world! 

lucyboynton1 proudest (non-biological) twin sister in the world! 

georgerussell63 proudest brother in the world! you were fantastic munchkin

garyoldman so proud of you my love. you're not that little eight-year-old anymore 🤍

ramimalek what a fucking queen you are, kiki! congratulations my sweet 🤍

allenleech ok, yeah, i'm crying! i'm so proud of you, kiki!

brianmayforreal you deserved this more than ever, kiki! well done - bri xx

rogertaylorofficial the best ophelia mercury in the world! congratulations kiki bee xx

fin

rewriting this but with the f1 grid (kind of) involved was really cool! bohemian rhapsody is truly one of my fave biopics since i love queen so much. every single time i rewatch it, i find so many new details that i'd never noticed before! i also apologise though for how short it was!

[magickcandie]

Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader (pt. 1)

(2) As a friend of Mary Austin, you got accustomed to always being around the members of Queen. About two years younger, the same age of John Deacon, they all treated you differently. 

Freddie, bless his heart, treated you like a daughter and often called you that. Brian always thought you were beautiful so naturally he got nervous. He always treated you like a casual friend with a little more nervous stuttering. John, because you were the same age, treated you like sister. Roger however, never treated you like family. You too would always flirt and frankly you were much more closer than friends treated one another. 

One day he was kind of tired of it. The back and forth but nothing happening after.

You sat with him on a sofa, the two of you reading. You lied back against the arm rest with your legs over his lap. Deciding you were done, you tossed in your book mark and sat up, stretching. 

“I’m going to get water. You want anything?” 

(not my gif) He grinned turning to you, the kind of smile that made you giddy inside. “I want to take you out for dinner.” Roger said, looking you up. 

To be honest, you knew it was coming but could not seem to fathom that it was right now. 

“Y/N? Is that a no?” 

“I- sorry. Yes! I just… I didn’t think you actually liked me.” 

Somewhere in your mind, you doubted it. It was the smallest shred of doubt, but there nonetheless. At the same time, you whole heartedly knew that Roger liked you. 

“Yeah, Rog, I’ll go out with you.” 

That next morning, as you drove to their flat, you felt it was worth mentioning to Freddie but you couldn’t find a way to bring it up. 

You were making tea, thinking over someone to say. Freddie broke the silence first.

“You’ve been rather quiet, darling, what is it?” 

The only thing is, you couldn’t figure out how to say it. So you decided to just blurt it out. 

“Roger asked me out.”

(not my gif) “Oh, is that right?” 

You handed the cup of tea over to Freddie, sitting next to him on the sofa. 

“Well how nice. You let me know if he’s mean to you.” You smiled. “I will say, how rude of him to ask you before he asked my permission.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “He needs your permission?” 

“Of course! After all, he is taking out my lovely, Y/N.” 

“I’ll be sure to let him know next time.” 

“Next time?” Freddie clapped his hands. “There’s already a next time?” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “There’s nothing, no.” 

You sat, drinking tea and talking about Roger. 

You felt antsy as you waited by the door. You tried reading but then you’d sudden notice how loud a clock was. You had already cleaned and gotten ready about two hours early so there was nothing to do but wait. 

Surprisingly, the knock on the door still startled you. You smoothed down the front of your dress then opened the door to Roger smiling at you. You beat him first to a compliment. 

“Oh look at you. Got all pretty for me,” you teased. 

(not my gif) He tossed his hair behind his back, blowing a kiss before laughing. “Only for you, love.” His eyes looked you up and down and be grinned again. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” 

“Thank you, Roger.” 

You followed him outside, locking the door behind you. You were excited to be spending a night out with him and you just knew it felt right. 

A.N. I don’t really care how timely accurate the gifs are. Also, there will be a part two to this.

[rogertaylorshbb]

"studio stress" roger Taylor x reader fanfic [part 1]

hey, I just wanna say sorry if the ending of this part is sloppy to anyone, I wrote on half of it yesterday, and I was writing the other half today but I was eating spicy noodles at the same time lol. anyway hope you enjoy this and part 2 will be posted soon!!

You pulled up slowly in front of the studio parking outside. You were dreading going inside.  It has been a stressful week for you. You were so tired, sleeping less than 4 hours last night doing large amounts of paperwork and having to work the night shift at your other job.

You weighed your head down between your arms on the steering wheel, your eyes began to swell “dont cry dont cry, don't cry” you whispered to yourself whipping your cheeks with your sleeve. You looked in your car mirror, you hoped that when you went in the studio no-one would notice your red eyes and puffy cheeks. 

You shuffled into the studio seeing brian at a desk. “Oh hey y/n” he waved. You smiled shyly and walked towards Freddie with some printed lyrics. “Here- I- printed them last night for you” you said, slurring your words together like a drunk.

“Thank you” freddie beamed while taking a sip of his coffee. “Ok everyone lets record!”.

John walked over to you handing you a little cup of hot, black coffee, “here, looks like you need it”. “Thanks John, I do” you laughed, falling back into a chair. 

You couldn't bear to sit in that studio next to the producer while they were recording. The loud beat of the drums, the screeching of Brian's guitar, and John's repetitive bass playing. Your pounding headache and sensitive ears couldn't take it so you tapped the producer on the shoulder and told him you were gonna go outside for a break.

You sat outside on the scrub, dropping your head on your knees, your arms resting on your head. You could almost fall asleep but you knew you would get in trouble and just look useless and that the band would probably fire you.

After what seemed 10 minutes you heard footsteps coming towards you. 

“Hey, you ok” Roger asked sitting down next to you. 

You lifted your head up “yea, just- very stressed”.

“Oh well, I'm here if you want to talk,” he assured, placing his hand on your back. 

“Thanks roger but i don't want to annoy you with my problems you should focus on the band” you nodded at him. 

“You're just as important as the band y/n” he smiled. “Doubt it” you blushed, shaking your head. You and Roger talked for a bit, and Roger ended up rambling about his childhood cat.

“Anyway” he sighed. He stood up taking a deep breath and held out his hand “cmon, i'll let you try out the drums”.

You took his hand as he pulled you up, you stumbled a bit when you got on your feet, lucky he was there to make sure you didn't fall.

You both strolled into the studio and were a bit confused when none of the band was there. 

Only one of the guys that worked there was there. “Um hey, where is everybody?” Roger asked. 

“Oh they all went up to that fancy place up the street, they said they would be back in a bit” Mark said grabbing his jacket “I'm off my shift now though, make sure to close the lights if you guys wanna leave. 

Roger stumped his foot and shook his head “why didn't they come get us?! Idiots”. 

“Haha, it doesn't matter, I always pack my own lunch anyway” you chuckled, reaching for your handbag pulling out a sandwich. 

“Here, you can have half,” you said, handing him one half. “No no, it's ok” he waved his hands softly. 

You both sat down on the couch and you asked Roger to tell you a funny story about his childhood while you ate. “Funny? I don't think I have a lot of funny ones, annoying ones and ones of me throwing tantrums that probably made my mum wish she never had children, sure”. 

‘Well, go on!” 

Roger told you about some stories of him and his little sister. You nearly choked on your sandwich from laughing “woah woah, don't choke '' he laughed.

You claimed yourself down. 

“So, you were really a trouble maker huh?” 

“Uh huh” he smirked, stretching his arm out over the couch. 

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[rndyounghowze]

Young Howze Theatre Awards 2023 Nominees

Our Award Show is March 26 at 5PM EST. If you see your name here please email us at rndyounghowze@gmail.com You can support our work by donating on Venmo @rndyounghowze. We are still looking for ASL interpreters! If you know of any service that could help please let us know!

Solo Awards

"All By Myself Award" For Solo Performer Of The Year

Megan Quick in “And Toto Too”

Anabell Ramirez in “Book of Sirens” 

Timothy Mooney in “Man Cave” 

“Flying Solo” For Solo Show Of The Year

“And Toto Too” by Megan Quick 

“Book of Sirens” by Pro English Theatre

“Man Cave” by Timothy Mooney 

 “Good Adoptee” by Suzanne Bachner

"Campfire Award" For Storyteller of The Year

Daniel Kinch in “Story of the Falling Don”

Erika Eileen Wade in “Da Rhythm Da Blues”

Mina Liccione in “Growing Up Ringside”

Mind-Blowing Awards

"Mind-Blowing Stage" For Stage Writing Of The Year

“Monsters of American Cinema” by Christian St. Croix

“La Race” by Bleu Beckford-Burell 

“Sherlock Holmes Valley Of Fear” by Nick Lane

“Lavender Men” by Roger Q Mason

“Whickams Christmas at Pemberley” by Lauren Gunderson and Margot Melcon

"Mind-Blowing Shortie" For Short Form Writing Of The Year 

“Wookiee in The Wilderness” by Marcus Scott

“By The Way” by Lisa Rosetta Strum

“Faulty Lock” by AJ Maryn 

“Waterlillies” by Christine Hillary Lee

"Mind-Blowing Devising" For Devised Production Of The Year 

“From Number to Name”

“Posthumous”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

“Artemisias Intent”

Artists Of The Year

"Extensions" For Movement Artist Of The Year

Mita Ghosal for “Selected Fabrics”

Alicia Diaz for “Puerto Rico y Richmond”

Lena Adele Wolf and Clemence Debaig for “Discordance”

"Action" Award For Film Director Of The Year

Thomas Cote in “Memories of Over Development”

Yannis Sainte-Rose in “Tuff Guy”

Olivier Sagne in “Lovena”

Iida Valme in “Mirage”

"Dress Up" Award For Costume Designer Of The Year

Wendell Carmichael in  “Lavender Men”

X Hill in “Cymbeline Project”

Gail Russell “Wickhams: Christmas At Pemberley” 

"Mix It Up" Award For Sound Designer Of The Year

Adrian Bridges in “Artemesia’s Intent”

Stepy Kamei in “One Bad Day”

Leonie Bell in “Arrow Of Time”

"Maestro Award" For Outstanding Musical Composition

Diana Oh for “The Cymbeline Project” 

Nathan Leigh for “POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

Maurice Soque Jr. for “Non Player Character” 

Director Of The Year

Taylor Reynolds in “La Race”

Lisa Scheps and Brian Cheslik in “Last Five Years”

Alex Borovenskiy in “Book Of Sirens” 

Nick Lane “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide”

Short Form Director Of The Year

Destiny Whitaker in “All Out Of Spoons”

Zhailon Levingston and Tracy Conyer Lee in “Fire This Time Festival 22”

Cayle Komara in “Waterlillies”

Creative Of The Year 

Christian St. Croix

Scarlett Kim

Roger Q. Mason

BIPOC Hero Award

TBA

“Magician” Award For Press Contact Of The Year

TBA

Shows/Festivals Of The Year

Festival Of The Year

“Fire This Time Festival”

“Frigid Fest”

“Talking It Out Fest”

"You Oughta Be In Pictures" For Film Of The Year

“Memories of Over Development” 

“Undine”

“Lovena”

"Billy Bard" For Digital Shakespeare Production Of The Year

“Rome-Oh No They Didn’t” 

“Romeo and Juliet” by Sister Shakes

“Breakneck Romeo and Juliet”

Show Of The Year

“Lavender Men”

“The Cymbeline Project”

“La Race”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

"360" Award For VR Show of The Year

“Queerskins” Ark”

“Anakwad”

“Non Player Character”

“Discordance”

"Free Fall” Award For Immersive Production Of The Year

“Section 230”

“Posthumous”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

"Grace Notes Award" For Musical Production Of The Year

“Non Player Character”

“Lizard Boy”

“The Last Five Years”

"Can You Hear Me Now" For Audio Production Of The Year

“You’ve Reached Justin” By Christian St. Croix

“One Bad Day” By Stepy Kamei 

“Arrow Of Time” By Allyson Dwyer

Performers Of The Year

"More Than Merely Players" Award For Outstanding Dramatic Performer Of The Year

Krissy Lemon in "The Last Five Years"   

Mariah Freda in "Artemesia's Intent" 

Susannah Perkins in "Arrow Of Time"

Ben Holbrook in "Arrow Of Time" 

Blake Kubena in "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" 

"Fools These Mortals Be" Award For Outstanding Comedic Performer

Imani Waweru in “Wickhams: Christmas at Pemberley”

Monique "Momo" Holt in “The Cymbeline Project”

Cristofer Jean in “The Cymbeline Project”

Stacey Sargeant in “La Race”

Melanie Leon in “Afterlife Job Fair”

"Capture" Award For VR Performer Of The Year

Debbie Deer in “VR Christmas Carol” 

Brendan Bradley in “Non-Player Character”

Lena Adele Wolf in “Discordance” 

[natromanxoff]

Daily Mail - April 21, 1992

(x)

AIDS PLEA BY STAR AS FANS SING PRAISES

Mercury show with a warning

ELIZABETH TAYLOR took the stage at Wembley last night to remind 72,000 Freddie Mercury fans why they were there.

As well as raising an estimated £20million for AIDS charities, the tribute concert to the late Queen star was intended to increase awareness among young people about the perils of the killer disease and Miss Taylor made no excuses for her hard-hitting speech.

'In just two weeks there will be as many new infections of the AIDS virus as there are people here tonight,' she said. 'Please don't let it happen to you.

‘You are the future of our world. Protect yourselves. Whether you are straight, gay or bisexual use a condom every single time you have sex.'

At one point, she was interrupted by hecklers screaming 'Get Off' and 'Let's have some music'. Eyes blazing, she said: ‘I’ll get off in a minute. I have something to say.'

In a personal tribute to Mercury, who died of AIDS last year, she added: ‘The bright light of his talent still exhilarates even now that his life has been so cruelly extinguished. It needn't have happened, it shouldn't have happened, we must not let it happen again.'

In Britain, there have been 5,649 cases of AIDS since 1982, according to Government statistics with 3,334 deaths.

TRIBUTE TO A LOST STAR: 72,000 SAY IT WITH CHEERS AND TEARS

For one big night only Freddie was centre stage

By BAZ BAMIGBOYE and LESTER MIDDLEHURST

EVERYBODY who was anybody in pop music was there as the late Freddie Mercury made a guest appearance at his own tribute concert last night.

His face appeared on giant video screens high across Wembley stadium.

It was as if the lead singer of Queen were alive and well and strutting centre stage once again. 'You ready, brothers and sisters?’ he bellowed as a video showing past triumphs was screened. The 72,000-strong crowd screamed back: 'Yes!'

They waved Union Flags emblazoned with 'Freddie, we love you', 'Freddie come back' and 'Freddie forever'.

They were sentiments echoed 10,000-fold throughout the night. But the big message of the show was a warning — that AIDS, the disease which killed Mercury, could do the same for many, many more.

Weeping

Queen drummer Roger Taylor came on stage with fellow band members John Deacon and Brian May to launch what amounted to the most glittering send-off any showbusiness star has been given.

‘This show is for Freddie, for you and for me,' Taylor told the audience. 'It's also to show that AIDS affects us all. Tonight you can cry as much as you like.'

Many in the crowd took him literally. Stars too had difficulty choking back the tears, and earlier in the day George Michael broke down as he sang Somebody To Love with the London Community Gospel Choir.

Michael moved away from the microphone, unable to continue. 'I needed to cry and I wanted to get as much crying as possible done before the actual show,' he said.

Just as Mercury appeared on the video screen singing Yes, I'm The Great Pretender, Mary Austin, who was his lover for six years and remained his friend until death, took a seat in the royal box.

Earlier, she said: 'I feel very emotional about the whole thing, a mixture of sadness and happiness. It's an incredible tribute to an incredible guy, and I think he would have been knocked out by it.'

One by one the stars appeared on stage to pay their musical tributes. Backed by surviving Queen members May, Taylor and Deacon, they performed solo and collaboration versions of the group's hits.

Liza Minnelli, who led the stars in singing the finale number, We Are The Champions, and the National Anthem, paid her own tribute: 'Freddie was a true champion, and he would have liked us to sing and to celebrate all the good things he stood for.

'The tears we have shed are in happiness and to remember Freddie.'

Satellite messages were beamed in from Michael Jackson, Madonna, golf champion Nick Faldo, Jason Priestley of Beverly Hills 90210 and basketball star Magic Johnson, himself an AIDS victim. Stars were determined not to allow the event to slide into the maudlin. 'There is absolutely no way Freddie would have wanted everyone to be miserable,’ said David Bowie. ‘There's an important message to be put across, but it's also a day when Freddie's music should be celebrated and enjoyed.'

Certainly, fans who had queued all night were determined to do just that. They roared their approval through each moment of the biggest concert since Live Aid seven years ago. Led Zeppelin leader Robert Plant sang Innuendo, Seal fronted Who Wants To Live Forever, Roger Daltrey sang I Want It All, and there was a live satellite performance by U2, on tour in America.

Outside the stadium, touts were offering tickets for £250, up to five times face value.

Fans who couldn't afford them made a pilgrimage to Mercury's home in Kensington, where they laid flowers and messages at the garden gate.

IT WAS UNCANNY -- THE REAL STAR WAS NOT HERE

SPENCER BRIGHT AT LAST NIGHT'S CONCERT

LET'S pretend Freddie Mercury is still alive and was at Wembley last night at someone else's testimonial. Would he have admitted he had AIDS? Probably not.

He chose not to spread the message in his lifetime, but we must be thankful that he has the power to spread the message of the dangers of AIDS posthumously.

It's always difficult balancing mass entertainment and trying to educate people. We were treated to the extraordinary sight of David Bowie on bended knee reciting the Lord's Prayer.

We had a nervous George Michael giving us statistics. We had Liz Taylor, spectacularly glamorous, reading an autocued speech and giving a heckler short shrift.

But oh, how I enjoyed the simple dignity of Elton John, materialising, singing Bohemian Rhapsody and continuing with the music and nothing else. We needed that more than any amount of piety.

Uncannily, the real star was the man who was not here in body, Freddie himself. Even the most unconvinced onlooker could not have failed to feel his presence. The video inserts of Freddie performing had the crowd reacting as if he really was here.

There were a few presantation mistakes. U2's satellite link was a mess. During the link from South Africa, the crowd preferred to entartain themselves with a Mexican wave. Extreme tried to be Queen-like, but it didn't come off. The show was really about the second half, with the three remaining Queen members acting as a backing band for superstars.

The inclusion of Guns N' Roses, considering Axl Rose's anti-gay statements, was a curious one, but he was one of the finest performers of the night, both with Guns N' Roses and later dueting with Elton on Bohemian Rhapsody.

Bowie and Annie Lennox dueted on Under Pressure but it was hard to hear them. George Michael brought things back on course with his duet with Lisa Stansfield, These Are The Days Of Our Lives.

Liza Minnelli came on for the finale in a dangerously low-cut dress for We Are The Champions and proved she could have got by as a rock chick. By this point, it didn't matter what egos were flying around. The weather and Freddie's legacy had worked wonders.

[byneddiedingo]

Al Pacino in Scarface (Brian De Palma, 1983)

Cast: Al Pacino, Steven Bauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, Robert Loggia, Miriam Colon, F. Murray Abraham, Paul Shenar, Harris Yulin. Screenplay: Oliver Stone, based on a screenplay by Ben Hecht, Seton I. Miller, John Lee Mahin, W.R. Burnett adapted from a novel by Armitage Trail. Cinematography: John A. Alonzo. Art direction: Edward Richardson. Film editing: Gerald B. Greenberg, David Ray. Music: Giorgio Moroder.

Brian De Palma's Scarface ends with a dedication of the film to Howard Hawks and Ben Hecht, the director and the author of the story for the 1932 Scarface. As well it might, for De Palma's film and Oliver Stone's screenplay follow the outlined action and many of the characters of the earlier film far more closely than many remakes do. Most of the major characters have counterparts in the 1932 film: the Italian Tony Camonte becomes the Cuban Tony Montana; the first Tony's best friend, Guino Rinaldo, becomes Manny Ribera; Tony's sister, Cesca, becomes Gina; his boss Johnny Lovo's mistress, Poppy, becomes Tony Montana's boss Frank Lopez's mistress, Elvira. Both Mama Camonte and Mama Montana are sternly disapproving presences, and the appropriate characters are bumped off in more or less the same sequence and circumstances as in the earlier film. Because of the relaxation of censorship, there's a little heightening of some subtext from the first film: Gina (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) taunts Tony Montana (Al Pacino) with having incestuous feelings for her more explicitly than Cesca ever dares with Tony Camonte. And although the earlier film was thought to be excessively violent, the remake goes boldly where it didn't dare, starting with a chainsaw murder and ending with a veritable orgy of gunfire, including that of Tony's "little friend," a grenade launcher. The violence of De Palma's film first earned it an X rating, which was bargained down to an R after some suggested cuts -- although De Palma has claimed that he actually released the film without the cuts, and no one noticed. The remake's violence also turned off many of the critics, although it received a strong thumbs up from Roger Ebert. Since then, of course, the movie has become a cult classic, and more people have seen the remake than have ever seen the original. Which is a shame, because the original, despite some occasional slack pacing and the inevitable antique feeling that lingers in even pre-Production Code movies, is a genuine classic, while De Palma's version feels like a rather studied attempt to go over the top. Screenwriter Stone was never noted for subtlety, and while Al Pacino is one of the great movie actors, De Palma lets him venture into self-caricature, especially with what might be called his Cubanoid accent. On the other hand, Steven Bauer -- who was born in Cuba and sounds nothing like Pacino's Tony -- is a more appealing sidekick than George Raft was, and Michelle Pfeiffer, in one of her first major film roles, makes a good deal more of Elvira than Karen Morley did of Poppy, even though Pfeiffer is asked to do little more than look beautifully sullen and bored throughout the film. Scarface is at best a trash classic, a movie whose impact is stronger than one wants it to be. 

[rogersdrumkit]

i’m with the drummer - part 1

a/n: okay this isn’t my best work but I really wanted to write something, so give me a little more time and it will improve! also the chapters will get longer (this one is not very long - sorry)!!

warnings: none, except god-awful writing :,)

“Yesterday, my life was in ruins...” y/n sang quietly to herself as she parked her car in front of the pub that her brother was going to be performing at that night with his band. After making her way to the back, she found her brother sitting with who she could only assume were his bandmates.

Brian kissed y/n on the cheek and said, “These are the boys! Right here,” he pointed to the one with long brown hair, “is our new bassist, John Deacon.”

“Darling, I’m Freddie!” the one with the unusual teeth said. “I do most of the singing since your brother over here sounds like a dying animal,” Freddie joked, earning a snicker from the other boys and an eye roll from Brian.

The drummer, who y/n had already met a few times before at previous concerts, simply smirked at her and said, “I hope you remember me, love. I know I remember you...” he eyed her up and down, winked, then said, “it’s hard to forget a pretty face like that.”

Brian just swat the back of his head and scolded him because apparently “little sisters were off limits”. Roger just kept smiling. 

“So he does this a lot?” Freddie asked. “The flirting?”

“Well I’ve only met him a few times but I’ve heard stories about how outrageous he can be with girls, especially after concerts - he thinks he’s a real rock star already,” y/n laughed. She turned to Brian, who had finished lecturing his friend and said, “I’m going to go out and get my spot in the crowd, but good luck boys!”

The show was amazing. They did a new song called “Keep Yourself Alive”, and y/n absolutely loved it. Freddie lit up the room and the crowd ate it up. Brian was amazing as always, and the new bassist, John impressed y/n. But she kept playing this little game with Roger. He would wink at her and she would find a way to flirt back, whether it was dancing or winking right back at the blond drummer. Apparently Brian had noticed and wasn’t a big fan.

“What was that?” He asked her. “With you and Rog?”

Y/n laughed lightly, “Bri, don’t worry about it, it’s shameless flirting and I see you do it all the time with girls after gigs.”

Brian responded, “But this is different, y/n/n, he’s a player.”

She raised an eyebrow and y/n said, “I told you. I doesn’t mean anything.”

The cycle between Roger and y/n continued show after show, and she would always visit him after seeing her brother. Now, sometimes she would ride around town in his car with him and sometimes he would come over. They were still flirting, but now it had become physical: small kisses on the cheek, hands on each other’s thigh, and it seemed y/n was always playing with Roger’s hair (she was the only one he let touch it). They had become best friends, and the two were having a hard time convincing themselves - and Brian - that that’s all that it was.

One night it became particularly hard to keep convinced that the two were just friends. The band, now called Queen, came over for drinks after a show, and y/n had decided to join them. She was sitting in between Rog and Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend, and it seemed that she was progressively scooting closer to Roger.

While the others were seemingly occupied with a story Deaky was telling, y/n leaned up to whisper in Rog’s ear, “You were wonderful tonight, Rog. As always.”

He gave a cheeky grin and y/n felt his hot breath in her ear as he spoke, giving her goosebumps. “Only because I know you’re out there, love.”

She chuckled softly and turned back to him, smiling wide, the alcohol clearly getting to her as she made an awful joke, “Bang me like you bang your drums.”

He started cracking up, drawing the attention of the others in the room. They questioned what was so funny, but he wouldn’t repeat y/n’s awful attempt at a drum joke. After everyone gave up on trying to get him to crack and went back to focusing on John’s story, he pressed a kiss to y/n’s jaw, right under her ear, not caring if Brian saw, then whispered one last thing: “If I can get you alone sometime, doll, then maybe I will.”

a/n: okay! there’s part one! let me know what you think of it and if I should continue!

tags: @16wiishes​

[fekst-fucker]

Ooo can I have the proxies with an s/o that idolizes her brother that super protective over her but they didn’t know who he was (and lowkey he could put up a fight with them and possibly win)

Bro having an older brother sounds rad. I’m the oldest but I would def throw hands for my younger sibs (ง'̀-'́)ง

Toby

- Toby is honestly a people pleaser at heart, he’s a lil happy go lucky and not necessarily jealous so it doesn’t bother him at first

- He completely understands that you have other friends to hang out with, so when you keep saying you’re going to hang out with some guy he’s like “k babe have fun :>”

- He only starts to get a little sus when he sees you hugging him or wrestling with him

- Like wrestling with (y/n) is MY thing! O:<

- He tries to do little stealth missions at first lmfao he follows your guys’ car if you go out to eat or go to a mall or something

- The fact that you guys aren’t doing anything romantic should be a HUGE hint but instead he’s like “why is he making them laugh so much >>>:(((“

- Like Toby can make you giggle pretty consistently, but your brother has you in stitches, and that really triggers Toby’s jealous tbh

- He decides that the correct response, instead of asking you about it, is just to kiss you in front of this guy

- So of course when you’re walking back up to your apartment or wherever and he comes strolling out and you go “hey Toby!” before he just grabs you and scoops you to kiss you

- And your brother is just like “wow uh okay good to meet you man I’m their brother” and Toby fucking d r o p s you

- He’s like “right. I wasn’t jealous. Why would you think that” but he definitely was 100% ready to throw hands to win u back 😤

- And he would’ve won bc he can’t feel any of the punches !

Tim

- Tim has been there and done that with jealousy, he decides not to expend too much energy on it

- He mostly watches you leave with your brother and pensively smokes a cigarette like he’s in a Spanish soap opera

- He only starts to get a little angry when you talk about him all. The time. Or if you’re always hanging out with him

- He watches you interact really closely, and he realizes after a couple of minute of watching you shove each other and laughing that there’s definitely nothing going on

- He figures you’re just close friends, and while he knows that two people are allowed to just be friends, he starts worrying about it

- He’s recovering from his incredibly insecure teenage years so he starts spiraling just a little

- Is that guy more handsome than I am? Is it because he doesn’t smoke? Is it because he’s fucking normal and doesn’t kill people? Does he bake better scalloped potatoes than I do

- He’s held it back a little too long to realize he’s spiraling, and he’s on the verge of having an anxiety attack thinking about confronting you about it

- So you come back from a day out with your brother to find poor Tim on his 8th cigarette and tearing his hair out and you’re like “are you okay?” and he says “yeah yeah yeah I’m fine why wouldn’t I be fine? I’m fine” like oooookay dude

- He finally builds up the courage while you two are almost dozed off later that night in bed to ask “who have you been hanging out with so often?” and when you say “my brother??” every fried nerve just m e l t s out of his body

- Tim would also win in a fight. He has very strong arms and has enough “fuck this” energy to stop a man dead in their tracks

Brian

- He never says much of anything, so when your brother is in town and you suddenly start hanging out with this guy every single day he just kind of gives you a little wave as you run out the door

- But literally the first time you mention a new guy he snatches his camera and follows you guys around

- Brian is really weird because he doesn’t really get jealous, he just gets really cold and will turn his nose up at you if you ask if anything is wrong

- So when you’re both sitting at the kitchen table after you had a night out drinking with your brother and other friends and Brian seems kind of off, like his arms are folded a little too tightly and he seems to be seething at you, you obviously ask “hey hun is anything wrong?”

- And he turns his nose up and shrugs his shoulders around and rolls his head back and forth all dramatically, that’s his clear cue that he’s upset

- You shove your mug aside and reach for his hand and say “tell me. Please” before he quietly goes “the new guy”

- And when you say “who, my brother?” everything suddenly clicks for him

- He’s like of course it’s their older brother. No date or side piece is funny enough to make somebody laugh that hard that much in one sitting

- The upside is that he’s also not very embarrassed! Of course, he has to go delete all his analyzed footage before you find it

- Which he didn’t do. And now you’re very mad about the worryingly extensive data he’s collected on your brother, down to possible allergies

- How do you know his allergies but not that he’s my brOTHER?!

- Brian would not win in a fight. His bones are weak from sitting in dark rooms all day

[forever-rogue]

Lover Boy - Down the Road

A/N: So, since this month is the 1 year anniversary of Lover Boy, I decided (and you guys seemed to like this idea) to do a new little part to the story, featuring our favorite little family, set in the future. I love this story so much, and I know a lot of you did as well, and all the support I got on it really did warm my heart. So a continued thank you from me, and an I love you, and I hope you enjoy. The time period for this is set in later summer of 1985, so shortly after Live Aid.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

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“Mum?” Ella asked as she came into the kitchen, a very concerned expression on her face as she went to fridge to grab a snack. Y/N raised an eyebrow as she waited for her oldest daughter to continue. She had been in the midst of making dinner, listening to the twins squabble between themselves as they watched a program on the television and worked on their coloring books. Ella had claimed she had been working on homework, but Y/N knew from the giggles she could hear from her room that she was most likely on the phone with one of her friends, gossiping away. 

“Yes, my love? Did you actually get your homework done?” Y/N asked as Ella jumped onto the kitchen counter and sat there, intently watching her chop away. She reached for a piece of carrot and popped it into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully, “keep your fingers out of the stuff for dinner or your fingers will become dinner!”

“I did my homework,” she insisted, keeping her eyes averted from Y/N’s. It was her giveaway every time. Y/N cleared her throat as she waited for a proper from her oldest daughter, “okay, I finished half of it. I’ll do the rest after dinner, promise!’

“Thank you, my darling,” Y/N kissed the top of her blonde mess of hair before going back to chopping. She noticed Ella’s hesitation and turned back to her, attempting to give her a reassuring smile, “go on. What’s eating away at you?”

“Nothing…” she sighed dramatically; her blue eyes so reminiscent of Roger’s own. When she realized Y/N wasn’t going to let it go, she decided to just get on with it, “fineee. At school today everyone was talking about Live Aid from this summer and they were asking all sort of questions about Daddy and Uncle John…and Uncles Bri and Freddie of course. They were all so curious, they made it seem like they were so important. Why does it matter? They’re just old dinosaurs anyways.”

“Oh? You think they’re dinosaurs?” Y/N was amused, struggling to stifle a laugh as she continued prepping the vegetables. Ella nodded fervently as she tried to put two and two and realize why everyone knew about their family, “that’s interesting though, huh? Were they rude to you about it?”

“No…they were just asking lots of questions,” she responded, “I just found it weird. Are…are they like famous or something? Does everyone know them?”

“Oh Ella May,” she put down the knife and took a step back, leaning against the counter as she let out a low sigh, “it’s a long story, it really is. But to put it simply, yes. They’re all very famous for their music. Lots of people all around the world know them.”

“Oh,” was the only sound that came out of her mouth as she processed what Y/N had said, “but we’re so normal. We’re not like...famous too.”

“Is there anything wrong with that?” Y/N teased, reaching over and giving her cheek a gentle pinch, “just know that no matter how famous your father is, his first priority is always you. He loves you and your brother and sister more than anything in this world.”

“What about you?” she mused as you just gave her a small smile. Y/N froze for a second as she tried to keep herself composed, feeling the blow of her question deep in her heart. She keep her eyes trained on the cutting board, not ready to drag any of the kids into what was going on.

“I love you all more anything too. You’re all my favorite little loves,” Y/N answered, feeling herself getting choked up, but decided not expand further into the issue with her, attempting to artfully dodge the question. She was just a child still and didn’t need to be bothered with things that weren’t her concern just yet, “why don’t you get cleaned up for dinner? And get your brother and sister too please.”

“I meant Daddy,” Ella pressured further, “he loves you too right?”

“Mhmm,” Y/N made the sound through lightly pressed lips as she gave her a quick nod, “now run along, dinner’s almost ready.”

“Yes Mumma,” she slid off the counter and set off in the direction of the living room, “when is Daddy coming home? He’s been gone ages and I miss him. Aurora and Johnnie do too. He’s coming back, right?”

“Yes, of course,” Y/N answered quietly, her heart shattering into a million little pieces from the simple question, “he’ll always be back for you, my love. He’ll be home soon.”

“Good! Because it’s almost Christmas and Daddy’s always home for Christmas! It wouldn’t be the same without him!”

Y/N stood there, speechless, as Ella ran to get the twins, humming one of Roger’s songs under breath. She truly hoped she hadn’t just lied to her own daughter. Was Roger coming home? Even she didn’t know the answer to that one.

Ella was talking excitedly to the twins and as she took them upstairs to clean up, which left Y/N standing there, seemingly frozen as she played the dish towel. She felt like she was going to cry, but didn’t want to completely break down in front of the children so she turned back to the task at hand and put all her attention and focus into making sure each chop was perfect. If her chops were perfect, then her mind couldn’t wander too much. And that was exactly what she needed at the moment.

Dinner proved to be a quiet affair, despite how hard Y/N tried to keep everything as normal. But it was hard to keep her mind focused on any one thing, so she let the kids do most of the talking, all of them expected about their days and their upcoming school break for the holidays.

“Are you okay, Mummy?” Aurora asked as she looked at Y/N noticing that was much more quiet than normal. Plastering a smile on her face, she shook her head and reached over to tug a few loose strands of hair behind Aurora’s ear.

“Just fine, love bug,” she tried her best to speak in a calm reassuring manner, “just tired is all. Nothing to worry about.”

“Ellie said Daddy’s coming home,” she said as she shoved a spoon full of food into her mouth, “isthattrue?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Y/N raised an eyebrow at her, and she swallowed the bite before giving her a sheepish grin. Y/N sucked in a breath, amazed by how much her mannerisms reminded her of Roger, “and I don’t exactly when he’ll be back home. Soon, I promise. You’ll see him soon.”

“Finally,” John grinned at his sisters, “he’s been gone forever!”

“I know loves,” Y/N reassured them, “he won’t be gone forever. He’d always come back for the three of you.”

They went back to talking among themselves, leaving Y/N to pick at her plate silently. She made a comment here and there, but otherwise tried to focus on keeping her cool and not having a complete mental breakdown.

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Over the next couple of weeks Y/N busied herself with working at the bakery, which thankfully was busier than ever before, and events at the kids’ schools to keep her mind occupied at all times. She knew she was pushing herself, probably more than she should have been, but she was willing to do whatever keep her mind busy.

At night it was worse, much worse, as her mind was free to wander and all the dark thoughts she repressed came out to play. The next space in the large bed next to her didn’t help, and she often found herself reaching over touching Roger’s side of the bed, almost as if she’d actually be able to touch him.

But she never found him, instead pulling the blankets tightly around her body and sometimes crying herself to sleep.

One chilly, but sunny morning, a loud knock came on her door, quickly followed by John opening it and poking his head in. He gave her a bright smile as she just sighed and threw a pillow at him, “good morning little sister!”

“John,” she sighed heavily, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“It’s the weekend,” he stated as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, coming and sitting on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on Y/N’s leg and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “it’s our weekend to watch the kids, remember? You get them all next weekend!”

“I guess it must have slipped my mind,” she said as she leaned up and rubbed the remainder of slip from her eyes, “I’ve been busy but it’s been...”

“A vain attempt at keeping a certain something from your mind?” he finished for her and Y/N gave her older brother a slight nod. He watched her for a moment, wishing there was something he could do for her, but he knew whatever he said wouldn’t be very assuring to her at this point. Besides that, it was his place to fix what was going on; all he could do was to help and support her at this point.

“Yeah, something like that,” she sighed heavily, giving him the smallest of smiles, “what am I going to do Deacy?”

“I wish I could help you with that,” he said quietly, “but unfortunately that’s up to the two of you to figure out. There’s no on else that can fix this...if that’s what you to do. You’re both just going to have to talk it out and see how to go on.”

“You and Vee make it look so easy,” Y/N lightly groaned and let her head hit the back of the headboard, “ugh, why are you two so perfect?”

John snorted as he raised his eyebrow at her, “us? Perfect. You don’t know the half of it then. Y/N, things for us are hardly perfect. We argue and disagree about things all the time, just like everyone else. No marriage is perfect.”

“But you two always seem so happy, so in love.”

“Because we are, but it doesn’t mean things are always easy. Marriage isn’t easy, it’s not supposed to be, but it’s about fighting for what you want,” he explained, “you just have to ask yourself about what you want, and then you have to work for it.”

“Well,” she sighed and shrugged at him, “I guess I have to figure out what I want first. H-have you heard from him yet?”

“No, love, I’m sorry,” John’s face turned into a grimace for just a moment as he realized what he was saying wasn’t good news in the slightest, “last I heard from him he was still in Montreux.”

“The kids miss him,” she responded simply, her heart sinking just a little bit. The idea that he was even in the same country as her was heart breaking and she felt a pang in her chest. It felt odd to her that she didn’t even really know her own husband’s routine anymore. 

“What about you?” he asked quietly, reaching for hand and giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze that he hoped would convey to her just how much he loved her.

“I miss him too,” she responded, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back her tears. It was too early in the day to be going through a complete breakdown, but here she was - scared and heartbroken, “I miss him so much. I love him, John, I always have and I always will.”

“Well,” he leaned over and kissed the side of her head, “I think that gives you your answer. You have to fight for what you want; the least you could do is tell him.”

“It’s hard,” she responded quietly, dabbing at the few tears that were running down her face, “we didn’t exactly part on the best terms...I know that means nothing, I know I could just pick up the phone and call him, but every time I try...I just freeze and do nothing.”

“I know it’s hard, Y/N. But that’s just the thing, none of this, marriage, love, children, it’s not easy. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it,” he continued on and as much as Y/N wanted to roll her eyes, she knew he had a point. Her relationship with Roger hadn’t been easy by any means from the start, but she hadn’t expected that it would always be so hard. She just wanted things to be smooth sailing for once, “do you remember how happy you were the day you married Roger?”

“Yes,” she smiled at the memory of their wedding, how Brian had spilled their secret and announced her pregnancy, how it had been the best day of her life, topped only by the birth of their children, “it was perfect...well as perfect as it gets with us.”

“Exactly,” he said gently, and Y/N slowly began to put the pieces together, “and you can still have all of that, but you just need to work for it. That’s it. The two of you worked so hard to be together all those years ago, and you can still do it. You just have to be willing to do it.”

“Thank you, Deacy,” she let out a long, low sigh, but leaned over and wrapped her arms around her older brother. She always said he was so overbearing when they were growing up, but nowadays she was so thankful for him, “you’ve been the best and most helpful big brother as always-”

“Come on Uncle Deacy,” not even bothering to knock, Ella stuck her head, sounding impatient. She was slowly, but surely becoming more and more of a pre-teen developing a lot off sass and attitude. Besides just looks, her personality almost exactly mirrored Roger’s; it was almost scary sometimes how much alike they were, “we’re all ready to go. Auntie Vee promised to make cookies today, and there is no way I’m missing that!”

“Ever heard of knocking Ella May?” Y/N asked as she gave her the look.

“Ugh,” she groaned lightly, “sorry. We’ll be outside waiting! See you tomorrow, Mum!”

“Be good for your Aunt and Uncle, do you hear me?” Y/N called after her as she trudged down the stairs, mouthing something unintelligible back just before the door slammed shut, “and be nice to your siblings and cousins!”

“I better get going,” John said as he slid off the bed, “otherwise they’ll never forgive me if they miss the cookies. I won’t be the cool Uncle anymore - and I refuse to give that role to Brian!”

“Oh dear, can’t afford to lose that title,” Y/N laughed, the first real laugh she’d experience in ages, as she followed him to the door and gave him one more big hug, “thanks again for everything. I’m going to spend today doing some thinking.”

“If you need to talk, you know who to call,” he said with a wave as he walked down the hallway, “see you tomorrow, Sunshine. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N said quietly as she closed the door again, letting out a heavy sigh before going to her dresser. She picked up the photograph that was on it, and studied it, fingers tracing over the ornate rose gold frame. It was of her and Roger, taken sometime during their honeymoon, the two of them nothing but huge smiles; they looked so young and happy. It was hard to believe they had come so far, and this was the point they had reached. 

“I love you more than anything,” she whispered to no one in particular as she held the picture to her chest for a moment before setting back on the dresser.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, Y/N gave in and decided to go back to bed for a while. It wasn’t like anyone was going to be for a while and besides that who was going to stop her? Pulling back the covers she crawled into Roger’s side of the bed, which had been empty for what seemed like eons, and she clutched onto his pillows.

The pillowcases had been washed many times since his departure, but the faint smell of his cologne still managed to hang on. Unable to hold back the wave of emotions that she had brought upon herself, a few tears streamed on the pillow as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. It seemed like a much better idea than just laying there and pitying herself. She knew all of their problems weren’t only Roger’s fault, but they were hers too. 

Both of them had said things that came out in the heat of the moment and they immediately regretted, the only issue was that they didn’t seem to manage to apologize. Instead they just let everything fester and choose to ignore their problems, almost as if they were hoping they would sort if just go away. But they didn’t, much like the issues they had before they had finally gotten together.

But this time fate didn’t seem to bring them back together; it had felt her at home with their three children while Roger had left for Switzerland. She didn’t even try to stop him, and he didn’t look back, only calling later on to tell their children how much he loved them and that he had to go away for work for a while.

A while had turned into a couple of months, with nothing but a few intermittent phone calls. The conversations were sort and stiff between the two of them, and he spent the majority of the time speaking to the children, which Y/N didn’t mind. As long as Ella, Aurora, and Johnnie knew how much he loved them, she was okay with that. That was all that mattered at that point, her own feelings pushed to the side for the sake of her children; that’s what mothers did after all.

Their last interaction had been almost a month ago and he told her he’d been back within the next couple of weeks, but it wasn’t brought up again. He was still, obviously, in communication with John, Brian, and Freddie, who all gave her whatever updates they could. But it was never enough, if truth be told, nothing would be enough until he was back at home and they could see other face to face.

But she was scared, so scared, of all the possibilities for when he came home. Would he be fuming and it would end up in a fight and screaming match with the two of them more broken than ever? Or would it be a silent affair where they didn’t speak but they just coexisted like roommates until their kids moved out? Or would he just take his things and leave? Or would he stay and they would work everything out like they had always done?

It was a lot of what ifs and the idea that most scenarios ended up with them basically breaking up was enough to crush her soul. He had been her everything for so long, they had overcome so much together, fought for each other, but what now?

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Y/N looked around be kitchen and let out a small sigh when she had realized she had run out of things to do, and it was only mid-afternoon. Not having three kids running around made it simple to clean up with interruption and get all the laundry done. She’d even considered going into the bakery to do some work since it was nearing the holidays and it was peak business, but she knew Marie would chase her out as soon as she stepped foot into the building. She’d already worked for most of the week, and knew it would be good to have the weekend off, but it didn’t leave her with much too do. Being alone with her own thoughts for too long was just as bad.

She glanced at the wall and her eyes landed on the phone. Just call, a voice in her nagged her on, just call him. She felt like she was frozen as she willed herself to walk over to it. It would be simple, just dialing his number and listening to the ring while he most likely wouldn’t answer regardless.

After a few moments of arguing with herself, she finally walked over to it and picked up the receiver. She slowly dialed the number of the apartment he was staying, and played with the cord while she waited for him to answer. A part of her really wanted him to answer, and a part of her hoped he wouldn’t. She was sure which part of stronger.

A few antagonizing moments later the call was sent to the answering machine, which just gave her a generic response to leave a message. Y/N was ready to slam the receiver down, but she held onto it, and decided to leave a message. What was the worst that could happen?

“Hey Rog,” her voice was slow and shaky as she tried to keep herself composed, “it’s me, Y/N. I-I don’t why I said that. I imagine you know what I sound like by now…I’m rambling, I’m sorry. I just…I…miss you. I miss you a lot actually, and I just wanted to say that. And I love you, God knows I do…come home please. I need you, I can’t do this without you. Any of this. Or just…call me back when you can. The kids miss you too, and they’re dying to see you again. Even if you don’t come for me or you’ve decided we’re done, please just come home for them, they deserve their dad.”

Before she could continue and ramble on, Y/N slammed the phone back down on the receiver. Unable to control herself anymore, she let the sob rack through her body, the tears following down her cheeks. She ended up plopping into one of the kitchen chairs, and rested her head in her hands.

She kept trying to calm herself down, telling herself that it was going to be alright. But she wasn’t able to trick herself into believing that it was true. It felt wrong, it all felt so wrong and bad and like it was never going to be the same anymore or get better. She just want things back to the way they were.

She wanted nothing more than things to be back to how they were when they were young and madly in love. How they used to be before things seemed to fall apart.

Taking a look around the kitchen through bleary eyes, she let out a heavy sigh. Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater, she came to the conclusion that a hot bath might help. It wasn’t much, but she decided it was worth a try, that maybe the warmth of the water would surround her and comfort her. The only other thing she knew that would comfort her was hugs from her children, but they were gone; not that she would have bothered them with her problems anyway.

Finally managing to drag herself up, Y/N slowly headed upstairs, going slowly and taking a moment to study and straighten the pictures on the walls. There were so may from throughout the years of her and Roger, the children, and their extended family. It was a sobering experience, and gave Y/N a moment of pause. She ran her finger over one of the last photos, one of their little family taken the previous summer. They all looked so happy and careless, big grins on everyone’s faces; if only they had known then what they knew now. She wondered if everything would ever go back to normal, if they’d ever take pictures like that again. 

Reminding herself not to get too caught up in memories or feeling nostalgic, she continued on her way upstairs, taking them two at a time to speed up the process, quietly repeating to herself what she was going to do: get clean pajamas, new towel, bubble bath in tub, turn on water, get in hot water. Get clean pajamas, new towel, bubble bath in tub, turn on water, get in hot water.

She went through the motions as she repeated everything, letting out a long sigh as she tested the water with a few fingers to make sure she could get inside without being scalded to death. Slowly stripping off her clothes, she slid into the water and let herself sink underneath the mass of bubbles.

 It felt good to be surrounded completely by the water, to experience nothing but stillness and quiet. After holding her breath for as long as she could, Y/N resurfaced and took a long breath and settled against the back of the tub, closing her eyes. She thought about taking a nap in the water, but knew she would regret it as soon as the water cooled and she woke up as a chilled prune, so she opted to relax for a little bit while the water was still hot.

But the relaxation was short lived because as soon as she closed her eyes, and tried to silence her brain, fleeting memories of her last fight with Roger started to invade any sense of peace and ease she was experiencing. 

“Nice of you to finally come home,” Y/N sighed as she rubbed her tired eyes, glancing at the watch still on her wrist. She had been on the couch, watching old movies on television while she waiting for Roger to come home. She knew they had a gig and it would run late, but she wasn’t expecting him to be gone well into the early hours of the morning. 

“Why are you still up?” he asked, his speech slightly slurred as he kicked off his shoes and left them by the front door. He looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot; it had clearly been some kind of night.

“Gee, I dunno, maybe because I expected you home hours ago, and I called every place I could think of but couldn’t get a hold of you?” she countered, crossing her arms over her chest, “everyone else was home hours ago, Rog.”

“I was just having fun,” he insisted, heading for the stairs to get to their bedroom and crash for the rest of the morning, “it’s no big deal.”

“Oh? Leaving your wife and three children home alone to wonder where you are is fine?”

“Don’t you dare start this-”

“I was worried, Roger! They were all worried and wanted to know why their father wasn’t here.”

“You know what my job is,” he insisted, growing more annoyed with each passing second, “you know how things are!”

“Yes, I get it, Rog, you’re a big rock star and everyone fawns over you,” she could feel herself growing more angry, “but that doesn’t change the fact that things aren’t the same as they were a decade ago. We have three kids, Roger, we’re not the kids anymore, and you can’t keep doing this.”

“Don’t try and put this all on my me, Y/N,” his voice was laced with venom as he tried to keep his voice down to keep the kids from waking up, “what about you, huh? You work hours and hours and then spend half the weekends away from the kids and I too! Why am I the bad guy here?”

“Because what I do is an actual job,” she jabbed her finger at him and poked his chest, “I spend time at a real job, at a business that I started from the ground up, and you know what? Half the time the kids want to come with me, and I let them. I’m actually here for them, I don’t spend half the time traveling around the world!”

“You always knew it would be like this,” he said as his voice started to crack and Y/N realized they were both on the verge of tears, “we always knew. And now you’re using it against me?”

“No, no-” she tried to make sense of conversation and keep it from getting derailed, “I just...we’re adults, Rog, and we’ve got three people that depend on us for everything. And they love you more than anything in the world, and it’s hard on them to have you gone so much.”

“So you’re saying I’m a bad father?” he was just speaking out of anger now, the alcohol still cursing through his veins.

“I never said that!”

“Then what are you trying to say?” Y/N found herself staring at him, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. After a few moments of nothing but tense silence, he scoffed and turned to head up the upstairs without another word. She listened to his footsteps before the door slammed, and she found herself in tears and alone. 

Walking back over to the couch, she had laid down, halfheartedly pulling a blanket over herself as she tried fall asleep, replaying their fight over and over. Throughout their relationship they’d had arguments and little squabbles, but never something like this. But, then again, she supposed this was maybe a long time coming. All the little things they had just put up with were finally coming to the surface and causing them to explode in anger. 

The next morning she woke up to a quiet house, the kids keeping themselves occupied and a note on the kitchen counter. It was a hastily scrawled few sentences from Roger letting her know he had gone to Montreux for the time being. It had taken everything in her power not to completely breakdown and go after him. But things were different now. Very different.

“Fuck,” she hissed under her breath as she sat up in the tub, suddenly feeling more lonely than she had thought was possible. The silence was suddenly deafening and it was almost unbearable. Drumming her fingers along the edge of the tub, Y/N pondered what she should do. There wasn’t much to do at the house, although she could have had a movie marathon, work probably wasn’t the best idea, and everyone else already had plans - Veronica and John had all the kids, Brian was out of town, and Freddie was off on holiday. 

“Napping it is,” she murmured to herself, she’d already gotten clean pajamas ready, she might as well use them. But her plans were suddenly cut short when a loud banging came from downstairs, causing her to almost jump out of the tub, “shit, shit, shit.”

She almost jumped out of the bathtub, quickly grabbing her towel and wrapped it around her frame as she debated what to do. Running and hiding seemed like a good option, but she was also curious and wanted to see if it was someone attempting to break into. Maybe it was some sort of stray animal that was just making a ruckus. It was the middle of the day on a Saturday, would someone really be dumb enough to try and break in? A million thoughts ran through her mind as time ticked away. Of all the times for her to alone, it had to be now of course.

Toweling herself off, she hastily pulled on her pajamas and made her way out of the bathroom. Trying to remain calm, she sneaked onto the landing and tried to peek downstairs to see who the sudden intruder was. She couldn’t see anything, just heard a few more knocks and some hushed whispers. It definitely sounded like a man.

Unsure of what seemed to possess her, but she ran into the bedroom and grabbed the first thing she that she spotted…which just happened to be a few of Roger’s drumsticks. Y/N didn’t know exactly what she wanted to do with them, but she was sure could find a way to use them in one way or another, even if it just involved throwing them at the person.

Slowly and tactfully she went down the stairs, one by one, getting closer and closer to the source of the noise, surprised by how quiet the stairs were being for once. As she got to the last step, Y/N jumped onto the floor and held out the drumsticks, feeling a rush of adrenaline flow through her.

“Stop thief!” she shouted at the top of her lung, ready to toss the sticks in the direction of the door. She heard a surprised gasp before looking up, letting out her own squeak of surprise, “Roger?!”

“Y/N,” his voice climbed as his voice climbed up an octave, holding his hands in the air to show that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He finally noticed what she was holding in her hands and couldn’t back the small bits of laughter that bubbled up, “were you...attempting to harm with drumsticks? My own drumsticks at that?”

“I didn’t now what to grab!” she sighed as she tossed the sticks to the side and ran a hand through her messy, still wet hair, “I was in the tub when I heard all the noise. I thought it was an intruder or something, so I panicked.”

“At this time of day in our neighborhood?” he cocked his head to the side and gave her a bemused glance.

“I’m home alone and was naked and afraid!” she countered, crossing her arms over her chest as she realized what was really happening. Roger was standing there, in the flesh in front of her, several months since they had last seen each other. She wanted to cry, but wasn’t ready for a complete breakdown, so she comprised on attempting to make a joke, “and just so you know, I could have done some damage with that stick, shoved it up your ass something.”

Her voice cracked as she awaited his response, but even after a few moments have passed, a silence hung in the air. Roger watched her closely as he finally chuckled, clearly close to tears of hos own, “you could never have done that. Hate to break it to you, but you’re not tough enough, Sunshine. I could have easily won that one.”

She perked up when she realized he had used her nickname; she hadn’t heard it come from him in so long, and at this point she couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks. He looked at her with a small sad little smile on his face, and she just looked at him, lost for words as she gestured with her hands, trying to get something, anything, out. 

“I...you...you’re home,” she managed to get out after a few moments of stillness. She met his cerulean eyes and he bit his bottom lip, and nodding, unsure of what exactly to himself. They locked eyes for a few moments, saying so much to each other without evening having to utter a word. Just when she thought she was about to burst from emotion, she ran over to him and jumped into his outstretched arms, which he already had open and waiting for her. 

Y/N burrowed her head in his chest as she let him hold, having been deprived of his touch for so long. It was like she had come home too; nothing compared to feeling of being his arms. Roger closed his eyes and rested in his head in the crook of her neck, and pressed a few soft kisses to the exposed skin he found there. He held her so tightly she was sure he might break her ribs, but she didn’t care, she didn’t. Nothing mattered in that moment besides him and her. They stayed like that for sometime, wrapped in each other’s arms, complete silence except sounds of a few sniffles.

“You came home,” she whispered finally, pulling back and studying his face, almost as if she was trying to see if he looked any different. Luckily it was the same old Roger, the only difference being that he looked tired, dark circles under his bright eyes. He nodded as he put his hand to her face brushed his calloused fingertips over the high points of her face, “the kids will be so happy.”

“What about you?” he asked quietly, watching as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. It was almost as if no time had passed and everything was normal.

“I’m happy too,” she admitted, her smile stretching from ear to ear, “and I’d be even happier if you stayed. I want you to stay.”

“I want to stay,” he agreed gently, “I don’t want to leave and I don’t want to fight. I want you, only you and everything that entails, including working through our problems. I should never have left.”

“I shouldn’t have let you leave,” she countered, leaning forward and resting her forehead against his.

“To be fair, you were sleeping when I left,” he joked, pressing his lips ever so lightly as against his, “I should have come home a lot sooner.”

“What made you finally do it?” she asked, letting her lips linger on his, trying to re-memorize the feeling and taste of them, “did you hear my message? I called earlier and probably left a blubbering, incomprehensible message.”

 “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t get it,” he said, “I probably had already left.”

“Oh,” Y/N laughed, part of her relieved that he didn’t have to hear the message, “that makes sense. Probably better off anyway...you’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“Deacy,” Roger let out small chuckle, “he called me this morning, after he picked up the kids. He’s called me a lot really...he’s probably the one whose kept me sane this whole time, but don’t worry he’s being calling me a right wanker since the day I left.”

“Of course he did,” sometimes she wanted to strangle John, always feeling like he was overprotective, but deep down, she couldn’t have asked for a better brother. No one ever came close to John (sans for Roger) when it came to amazing human beings, “he had a long talk with me too this morning.”

"He always knows exactly what to say, doesn't he?" the conversation was growing stilted and she could both tell they were skirting around the issues at hand. They couldn't avoid them forever, and for whatever reason, Roger seemed to read her mind. He took Y/N's hand and gave it a tight squeeze before bringing it to his lips and giving it soft kiss.

"Hey," his voice was soft and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying, "I love you, Y/N. Nothing's ever going to change that. We're going to be okay."

"Yeah?" she asked, closing her eyes to attempt to stop the tears from running down her cheeks. This moment was something like they hadn't experienced in some time, it reminded her of when they were both still much younger and kid free.

"Yeah," he promised, "always. One fight isn't going to break us apart, Sunshine. We're endgame, remember?"

"I could never forget that," she put her hands on his chest and watched him closely. Even though the years had aged both of them, he was still the same Roger that she had fallen in love. His blue eyes still twinkled like they always did, the smile same as ever. He was her love through and through.

"We should probably...talk about some stuff," he suggested and she nodded.

"Let's get you settled in first," Y/N agreed, reaching for his bags to take them upstairs, "you must be exhausted."

"It's a short flight," he chuckled as he took charge, and gently swatted her hand away. She grinned as you let him grab everything, "are you just trying to get me upstairs and take me to bed?"

"I mean, I'm not opposed to the idea," she felt her face heat up at his words. It had been a long time since they'd been together, especially since he'd been gone for some time. He paused for a moment and turned to go upstairs, making sure she was following him.

He took the steps two at a time, quickly making his way into the bedroom, dropping his bags by the door and flopping onto the bed. He let out a long sigh, as he kicked off his shoes and burrowed into the covers.

"I've missed this," he sighed contently as he pulled a pillow close to him and caught a waft of Y/N's scent clinging to the fabric, "no other bed compares to this."

"Well, I suppose it is a good thing we invested in a decent bed," she laughed and as she walked over to him and he held out his arms to her.

"It's not just that it's a good bed," he insisted, as she crawled into the bed and into his arms, "its because it's our bed. Nothing comes close to getting to be next to you. You’re the best thing in this world.”

“Oh shut up, you old fool,” Y/N couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across her face as she snuggled into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and listening to the steady beat of his heart. She had missed this more than anything else. 

“I’m an old fool? What does that make you?” he joked and nudged him in the side. He let out a huff of air that turned into a laugh as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I’m still your wife and the mother of your children,” she reminded, “choose your words carefully.”

“You’re still as beautiful...” he started but then stopped for a moment as he trailed his fingers along her arm, rough fingers soft on her skin. She waited for him to go on, wondering what on earth he was getting at, “no, you’re even more beautiful now than you were back then. And you get more beautiful and radiant with every passing year.”

“Are you trying to rack up brownie points?” she joked as she tried to prevent the crack in her voice, “because it’s working. And if you’re trying to make me cry, you’re about ten seconds away from doing so.”

“I don’t want to make you cry,” he reassured her; he’d seen her cry on many occasions, and mostly due to joy which was good, but the times it was for something sad, it broke his heart and make him want to fix everything for her, “never again. And I realize I’ve done that, and I’m sorry.”

“’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted, “the things I said to you right before I left weren’t okay. I’m sorry truly...I’ve been thinking about what you said, and it was true. I can’t go on acting like I have no real responsibilities and can do whatever I want. It’s not fair for me to leave you and Ella and Johnnie and Aurora alone. You four are the most important things in my life, and should always be my priority. I should have realized that sooner.”

“We know how much you love us,” she reassured him, turning her head so she could face him, starting into those ocean eyes she could get lost in, “I know, and I’ve always made sure they know too. I’m sorry for not bringing up my worries earlier...I just sat on them instead of coming to you about it, and that wasn’t fair to you. I shouldn’t have said all those things either.”

“Your words weren’t nearly as bad as mine.” he admitted, cringing slightly as he replayed that fight in his mind. It was definitely the only blow up they’d had, and he planned on keeping it that way; all the other disagreements were small and easily overcome, but that one had been a whole new experience, and one he didn’t want to relive, “what I said was totally out of line. And you don’t...you’re not gone too much. You’re always here for everyone, and you’re the greatest mother...and wife and sister and friend.”

“Roger,” she was biting her lip to stop her sniffles, wondering why she was even bothering to hold back, it was just the two of them after all, “you don’t have to say all of this just to make me happy or whatever-”

“I’m not just saying these things,” he promised her, “they’re true. And while I was gone, I had a lot of time to think...and I think I’ve made some decisions.”

“Oh?”

“I want to be home more,” he said firmly, “I think it’s time to slow down and be around more for the kids, and for you.”

“What about the band?” Y/N sat up and turned herself so she was sitting on his lap as he laid against the pillows. She smiled at him and reached one hand over to touch his face, gently running her fingers all over highs and lows, remembering how his skin felt under her fingers. Before she could stop herself, she closed the small distance between them, pressing her lips to his. 

It was soft and gentle at first, but quickly ended up more urgent, as Roger sat up and pulled her tightly into his body, his hands on her waist as hers tangled up in his fair. There was a neediness to it, a hunger that hadn’t been fed for a while as the two of them got lost in one another. He pulled back for a moment, giving her a few quick pecks as he tried to read the expression in her eyes. 

“They understand,” he explained, “especially John and Bri, and Fred too. We’ve all got our own families to look after now. We’ve been doing this for so long without a break, it’s high time we took one.”

“You’re not breaking up, are you?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

“Never,” he insisted quickly, “Queen’s never going to break up. We’ll be going on well into our golden years, all of us, I’m sure. But right now, we’re all much over due for a break.”

“Good,” she beamed at him, “what are you going to do with all of this free time?”

“Dunno,” he admitted, “it’ll be weird. Well, I’ll be able to help more with the kids...and maybe I can even help you at the bakery!”

“You...you’ve burnt toast, my love,” she burst out laughing, failing to even try to imagine him in the kitchen, “I don’t think that’s going to be your calling. But the kids will be beyond excited; they’ve been dying for you to come home for ages.”

“I’ve missed them too. I feel like I’ve missed so much from them, and now Ella’s almost a teenager,” he said and you nodded. It was hard to believe that time that gone by that fast, “I don’t want to miss more.”

“Then you won’t,” she played with a lock of his golden hair, twirling it around a finger.

“I was thinking-”

“Oh dear!”

“Very funny,” he joked as he laid back down and pulled her on top of him. She noticed that his heart was beating a little bit more rapidly than it had been and she wondered what he was getting at, “but...ummm...well...”

“Okay with it, Taylor,” she pressed a few kisses along his jaws trying to get him to spill his thoughts.

“What if we had another?” he blurted out, his face flushing bright red as he anticipated her response. Y/N took a moment to process what he had said before pausing, her eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared into her hairline.

“Another...child?” she asked and he nodded shyly, “you want to possibly, maybe have another baby? To do all of what we’ve done with three of them already all over?”

“I mean....kind of. It’s just something I’ve thought about,” he admitted, “we’ve got the time, and we’ve always talked about having a big family. But obviously, only if you want to! This is totally just a throw it out there situation. This is all up to you of course.”

“You’ve just come home and you’re already propositioning me?” she joked and threw her back with laughter, “a few days ago I was wondering if I’d ever see you again and now you want to do the deed and have a baby?”

“I mean, when you say it like that...” he laughed, biting his lip in that way that drove her crazy, “but did you really think I’d never come back?”

“On the surface I did,” she confessed, feeling silly that she had even let her mind go to that extreme, “but I guess deep down I knew things would be okay. We’ve been through so much, I should know by now it’s going to make a lot more than one fight to break us up.”

“Nothing’s ever going to break us up,” he insisted, taking her hand and entwining his fingers with hers, “even if it did take me some time to figure myself out and get my head out of ass.”

“Hey, this was both of us, not just you.”

“I know...but it was mostly me...”

“Roger,” she reached up and put her hand under his chin, tilting his face up so he was looking at her, “our relationship is the two of us. We’re a team. We’re going to get past this and learn from our mistakes. Whatever problems we have we’re going to talk about them and work through them and not just let things blow up. Yeah?”

“Yes,” it wasn’t even a question that he would try and prevent anything like this from happening again. He never wanted to lose Y/N, and the fact that she thought, for even a fraction of a second that he might not come back was enough to break his heart in two, “let’s never fight again.”

“I dunno if that’s possible,” she giggled at him, wondering how she got so lucky as to have him and get to call him hers and only hers, “there’s always going to be some stuff we argue about and don’t agree, but that’s okay. It’s only human. But one thing I know, my Lover, is that we’ll always be together.”

“Always?”

“Always,” she said with as she laid back down on his chest. He put his arms around her, stroking up and down her back gently, switching between tracing shapes and beats into the soft fabric of her top. It was in that moment that she knew this was exactly where this meant to be; home.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice the softest and most gentle thing she had heard in a long time, “a little more every single day.”

“I love you,” she whispered into the crook of beck, barely loud for him to hear, “now tell me more about this whole having another baby thing. I’ll admit, you’ve got my curiosity piqued. Tell me more about possible Taylor baby number four.”

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A soft knock at the door stirred Y/N awake from her light slumber. She stretched and sighed contently as she felt Roger move next to her, one arm still wrapped tightly around her waist. The sun was steaming in through the curtains and the clock on the night suggested that it was well into the morning. It had been a long night, and she and Roger had decided to sleep in and take advantage of the quiet and slow morning. 

She wondered if she had imagined the knock and closed her eyes again, snuggling further into Roger’s side. There was a beat of silence before the door creaked open ever so slowly, and a small head poked inside the room. Y/N opened an eye, a grin spreading across her face when she saw it was Aurora looked excitedly back at her.

“Mummy?” she asked as pushed opened the door and stepped into the room. As soon as Roger had heard the sound of her voice, he’d sat straight up, his face threatening to split in two at the sight of his daughter. Aurora beamed at him before almost shouting, “Daddy!”

“My love bug,” he stretched out his arms to her and it took her a fraction of a second before she launched herself at him. She was giggling like mad as Roger peppered her with kisses, “I’ve missed you, baby. Look at you’ve gotten so big!”

“I’ve missed you too, Daddy,” she gap him a gap toothed grin as she sat in his lap.

“What’s going on?” Ella asked as she opened the door and stepped inside, Johnnie on her heels. Her mouth dropped open as she realized what the fuss was all about. Johnny gasped as well as Ella shouted, “Daddy!”

“Hi kiddos,” he said as he beckoned for them to come and join the cuddle pile that was currently happening on the bed. They jumped onto the bed and once they had said hello to Y/N, turned their attention back to Roger, “I’ve missed you three so, so much.”

“We’ve missed you too,” Ella sighed contently as she settled in between the Roger and Y/N, happy to have both of her parents back at home, “you’ve been gone forever, and let’s be honest, Mum’s not nearly as fun!”

“I am fun!” Y/N insisted, as Roger started to snicker away, “just because I have to be the serious one sometimes, excuse me!”

“You’re fun Mummy,” Johnnie reassured her, burrowing into her side as he got under the warm blanket, “but Daddy’s more fun sometimes.”

“Alright, alright,” Y/N leaned over and gave them all kisses, “we all know who the fun parent is, but don’t forget who gets you all the sweet treats!”

“That is a fair point,” Ella admitted as she looked between her parents, “you’re staying, right Daddy? Please say you’re staying, it’s never the same without you.”

“I’m staying,” he promised them, “I don’t plan on leaving, not for a long time and never this long again. Not unless you’re all coming with me.”

“Finally,” Ella said as she flopped at the foot of the bed, “it’s always better with both of you around. Mum’s no fun without Dad and Dad’s also no fun without Mum. It’s kind of gross really, how in love you are.”

“You won’t always think it’s so bad, Ella May,” Y/N said as Roger took her hand and gave it a light squeeze, “one day you’ll fall in love with someone too!”

“Ugh, as if,” she groaned as she rolled off the bed and headed for the door, “love is icky, and so are all the boys and girls at school. Come on, you two, we’ve got tons of cookies left from Aunty Vee!”

“Do not eat all the cookies,” she groaned at them, knowing they’d be bouncing off the walls from their sugar intake, “save some for the two of us and for after dinner tonight. Or I’ll never let you go to their house again.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” Ella called back as the three kids trampled down the stairs, giggling amongst themselves. Y/N exchanged a look with Roger and they both let out a chuckle as they laid back down. 

“They haven’t changed a bit,” Roger commented as he stifled a yawn. The two of them had stayed up more late than expected, doing all sorts of...catching up.

“They’re definitely your kids,” she reminded him, “but I’m just as glad as they are to have you home. I’m glad you’re home, my love.”

“As am I,” he whispered, “as am I. Endgame, remember?”

“Endgame.”

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*Author’s note*

Hey all, well here I am with yet ANOTHER UPDATE YAAAAAYYYY!!! Okay so in this fic that was requested on my Wattpad, I had made you the reader, Roger’s sister (they asked for either Bri or Rog and I went with our fabulous blondie hehehe). Anyways not really any big warnings except for the FLUFFINESS, but if I had to pick individual warnings I’d say swearing, mentions of P**l Pr***ter, scars (NOT SELF INFLICTED), animal attacks. So enjoy my lovely darlings :)

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It was 1977, I had finally returned from my 4 year study abroad program that counted towards my shot at a biology major.  And there was an offer saying that if you wanted to complete a 4yr program rather than a full college career that was also an option, so I actually got spend the rest of my secondary school year (years 10-13) down in Queensland, Australia to study in the Zoology program.

I’ll admit it was hard the first year I was there because I had never been that far away from home ever in my life on my own, but I made some really good friends and the professors there were amazing that they became parental figures for us rather than just our teachers.  I got to learn a lot about Zoology and the study of the animals of South America. But it was so good to be home.

Especially now since I get to finally see my big brother after 4 years of not seeing him. And some of you may know him, blonde hair, blue eyes, incredible drummer. Yep I’m talking about the famed Roger Taylor, drummer of Queen.  

When I first told him about the program he at first being the overprotective big brother that he was, refused to let me go.  We fought about it constantly until that’s when our mother made the final decision and allowed me to go because she thought this would be a good experience for me. Especially now since she couldn’t afford another kid going to college at the time.

He was also outnumbered because the rest of the band thought it was also a good thing for me to experience.  Oh yeah, did I not mention that I’m real close with the band? Yeah I’ve known all of them since they formed Queen, but besides my brother, Brian is the one I’ve known the longest.

In fact he was the first to agree that going to Australia for this program would be wonderful to get a full experience background and it would help in future job applications in the future.  Brian’s like a second brother to me so I know that if Roger won’t give into my ways, I can always fall back on Brian to be ‘Brother of the year.’

And Freddie and Deacy were a blessing to have around as well.  Freddie was known to the world by now as the frontman of Queen, but to me he’ll always be known as Freddie, King of the cats and lord of fashion.  He’s always been there to help cheer me up whenever I felt a little blue or after a big fight with my brother, and Deacy was the band’s bass player and mediator if things got chaotic, but whenever it was just the two of us, we got to share an interest of our studies so if he had to do anything regarding to biology I was there to help him as best as I could and he taught me a little bit about electronics and how they worked.

So even though there were tears shed on the last day of spring of 1973, I told the boys I would keep in contact and write every single day and they promised the same thing.  Of course people in Australia knew who Queen were by 1975 when their 4th album ‘A Night at the Opera’ came out.

All my friends couldn’t stop talking about it and some couldn’t stop listening to it, and I was the same way.  But it also helped me out whenever I got homesick and missed them too much.  Just hearing their voices and instruments play brought me back to home and back to them.

And now here I am, standing before the studio where mum said they rehearsed and recorded their albums.  While I was beyond thrilled to finally see the guys again, I was also really nervous.

Cause I mean last time I saw them, sure they were popular but only just through England, Japan and America.  They were still rising stars, now ever since A night at the Opera, they’ve completely exploded to the levels of Elton John, David Bowie, ACDC, the Beatles, and a hell of a lot of other rockstars.  And sometimes egos get in the way or they just forget about who their families are and never talk to them anymore once they’ve hit it big.

I was worried that with as long as I’ve been gone, the four of them probably forgot all about me, or just didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. I stood before the door of the studio about to go in but I stopped and set my bags down.

“Okay, calm down (y/n), you can do this. You’ve known these guys since forever. You gotta make this reunion right.” I then did a practice mock turn and said with the most angelic voice, “Greetings my brothers.” I groaned out.  Pathetic.

I then tried another tactic, a simply grand gesture wave but making my voice all high and strange sounding but that didn’t work.  Then I thought, maybe a simple hide and suddenly appear as they come out.  I managed to find a shrub tree so I grabbed that, set it in front of the door and hid behind it before practicing peeking out and saying oh so casually.

“Oh hey guys, didn’t see you there.” I groaned and muttered to myself, “None of this is going to work.” I sighed heavily. “Maybe just a simple, sincere welcome back. Yeah, yeah that’ll do it. It’s only just the most important reunion of your life, what could go wrong?”

*3rd Person POV*

After waiting for over an hour and a half for Freddie, the remaining three members who had come with their wives all decided that they should return home since this rehearsal didn’t seem important enough for their lead singer.

“All that waiting for nothing.” Exclaimed Roger.

“Well we should’ve expected this, I mean after all since—well you know he and Mary broke up and Paul weaseled himself into his life, he’s been a bit….off.” Brian said.

“I only just wish he hadn’t made such a big deal about coming to rehearsal and then not show up himself.” Stated Deacy.

“He’ll come around love, meanwhile why don’t we all head out for some lunch. Our treat boys since you all have worked so hard.” Offered Veronica, his lovely wife.

“No love we can’t ask that—”

“She’s not asking. We’re offering.” Stated Chrissie, Brian’s wife.

“Thanks darling.” Brian said softly as he softly pecked her cheek.  That was until Dominque, Roger’s wife took a hold of the door and they were all shock to reveal a young teenage girl with bags and suitcases behind her.

“Sup party people I’m back in the hizz-hou—ohh no! God that was so American of me to say, why did I let Zack convince me to talk like that? I’m so sorry that was terrible, can I get a do-over?”

*My POV*

Well I totally fucked that greeting up. Hizz-house? Really? God next time I see that boy I’m gonna strangle him.  I saw my brother with a raven-haired girl standing beside him, in fact Deacy and Brian all had girls by their sides.  Deacy was arm to arm with a beautiful blonde woman while Brian had a brunette.  

All three of my boys looked at me, almost like they were ready to bawl, especially my brother.  I smiled softly and said.

“Hey Rog.” He just stood there.  All was silent then just before I could say anything else, Roger rammed himself into me, picking me up in his arms and spinning me around.

I let out a shriek at first but immediately hugged my brother back as he cheered happily, hugging me as tight as he could all the while kissing all over my face.  After what felt like eternity, he finally set me down but refused to let go of his embrace. Not that I minded anyway, I missed him just as much as he missed me.

“Oh (y/n) I can’t believe it’s you. You’re—you’re actually here. Home at last!”

“I know, 4 years seems like forever.”

“You have no idea lovie, god I’ve missed you like crazy.” He hugged me once again before getting a second look at me, “Ohh look at you. You’ve grown so much. Last I saw you, you were this big.” He gestured playfully as he placed his hand to his waist.  I playfully shoved him and exclaimed.

“I was never that short, you overgrown blonde giant!”

“Don’t you raise your voice at me little Ms. Thumbelina!” The two of us glared at each other for a brief moment before I let out a giggle and hugged my brother one last time saying.

“Oh I’ve missed you so much big bro.”

“And I you little sis.” It was then my attention turned toward Deacy and Brian. I got out of my brother’s arms and slowly walked towards them cautiously.  Okay so the reunion with Rog was an immediate check point, but I guess that’s to be expected because he’s my brother, but what about the two guitar players of Queen.

“Bri, Deacy. Been a long time. I hope you hadn’t forgotten little ol—” but then just like Roger, but instead of one of them coming up to embrace me, both of them did. Sandwiching me between them.  I smiled as I leaned my head against Deacy’s chest and tried to hug both of them with each arm as best as I could.

“Oh love look at you. You truly have grown into a beautiful young woman. Last we saw you, you were just a kid and now just look at you.” Said Deacy.

“Well how about you? Last I saw you your hair was down to here, now you’ve cut it to a true man’s hairstyle.”

“Do you hate it?”

“No this look suits you just fine. Though I can’t say I’ll miss braiding your hair in secret while you sleep.”

“So it was you who was doing that!” he exclaimed.

“Hey Rog goaded me on. He said I couldn’t do it without waking you up.”

“Don’t you drag me into this!” my brother exclaimed.  I playfully stuck my tongue at him when I was pulled away by Brian. He spoke not a word but just smiled lovingly down at me as he placed both of his hands at each side of my head before gently caressing downward around my face till he cupped each side of my jawline.  A common sign of affection he always did with me.

“They weren’t lying. God you’ve really become a woman now.”

“I know, but I also know that like Rog you can’t help but imagine me as that little girl you first met when my brother joined Smile.”

“That I do.” He smiled softly and gingerly kissed my forehead before hugging me close to him.  It wasn’t until a throat cleared and that’s when my attention turned towards the three women standing there.

“Hate to spoil the reunion, but just letting you guys know we’re still here. And we would like to know just who this famed young girl that has our husbands’ wrapped around her finger is.” The blonde spoke up.  There was no trace of malicious or jealousy in her words, but there was a hint of teasing towards the end.

“Sorry. Chrissie, Veronica, Dominque. This young woman is our biggest fan, future zoologist and Roger’s younger sister, (Y/n) Taylor. (Y/n), this is Brian’s wife Chrissie, Dominque, your sister in law and my lovely wife, Veronica.” Deacy said introducing us.

“Ohh so I’m finally meeting the three famed wives of Queen. Each of your husbands have told me a bit about you, I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together when I first saw you.” I spoke as I walked up and stood before them.

“Believe us, the boys have told us all about you, especially Roger.” Said Dominque.

“Oh god I swear if he told you any embarrassing stories about me, forget them they didn’t happen the way he says they did. And he’s responsible for most of them happening.” I shook hands with my sister in law and she smiled down at me and she whispered.

“Don’t worry I had your back in defending your honor.” Before winking at me.  Oh I like her already.

“I can’t believe we’re finally meeting the famous (y/n). I especially have been looking forward to this moment for 4 years. The way my husband talked about you I expected to meet a little girl, but you my dear are so grown up.” The brunette Chrissie said.  I smiled and said.

“They all still see me as that little girl, guess it’ll take time for them to see me now.”

“Lovie no matter how big you get you’ll always be my baby sister.” Roger teased as he wrapped his arm around my neck and playfully pinched my cheek.  I whined and shoved him off and that’s when I began looking around.

“Where’s Fred?” at the mention of his name, the guys went either stoic or pissed off.

“C’mon in the studio love, there’s a lot you need to catch up on.” My brother lead me inside the studio while Deacy and Brian grabbed my bags and we all went back into the studio.

It was then I was filled in on everything that had happened.  Apparently now Mary and Freddie broke up with each other and his assistant Paul Prenter had slowly began to move into his life.  Now I vaguely remember meeting Paul a couple of times, but even then I knew there was something about him that I didn’t like.

“Geez, poor Freddie.”

“Paul’s poisoning his mind.” Stated Deacy.

“I wouldn’t doubt that. I mean, even with the couple times I’ve actually met him, I knew I didn’t like him. One look into his eyes and it’s like a Taipan is staring right back at you.”

“Taipan?” asked my brother.

“One of Australia’s most dangerous snakes. One of the boys in my group got bitten by one about a year ago. We never saw it coming; it was wrong place, wrong time.”

“Jesus was he okay?” asked Dominque.

“Yeah, luckily we managed to get him to the hospital where they gave him anti-venom.”

“What’s that?” asked Chrissie.

“They milk venom from the snakes and with the help of some brilliant chemists and scientists, they can create a potent to counteract the venom in the body. If they are given it in time, and it has to be from the same species of snake or spider or whatever venomous creature you’re getting it from. If you use black mamba anti-venom to counteract a rattlesnake venom, it does nothing.”

“Wow, the things science is doing for us nowadays.” Said Veronica.

“Okay so we’ve established the fact that Paul’s a snake, but what can we do to help Freddie?” my brother demanded.  No one spoke up until I said.

“I guess the only thing we can do is just be there for him as much as we can.”  The guys were hesitant but they agreed solemnly. “So what were you guys up to before I got here?”

“Well we were supposed to rehearse at Freddie’s request but of course he decided to not to show up.” Answered Deacy.

“So we were gonna head out and treat the boys to lunch, would you care to join us?” asked Veronica.

“Yes please, if you don’t mind. I’ve been on a plane for over 12hours with only snacks to keep me happy. And don’t get me wrong but plane food can only go so far.”

“Then have no fear sister dear, let’s get that tummy of yours filled with some real meat.” Roger as he poked my stomach making me curl up and push his hand away. It was then Brian spoke up.

“(Y/n), what’s that scarring on your leg?” I looked down and sighed.

“Well let’s just say Cody, the boy who got bit by a snake wasn’t the only one who experienced an animal attack. Mine however was a bit more vicious.”

“What happened? What hurt you and how come you never told me about this? How long ago was it?” Roger began frantically asking questions in a demanding tone.

“Rog relax I lived. Aaron got a bit cocky thinking that just because he was from Texas he could wrangle any pig. So he snuck out away from the school grounds and found a trial leading to a herd of wild feral pigs. Nearly got himself killed had I not been there to save his sorry ass. Thankfully before the pig could tear a main artery, the professor came and fired a gun into the air which scared the boars away. Had to be given over 20 stitches and 4 weeks of bedrest, but at least I didn’t end up with an amputation.”

“Did they call mum and inform her what had happened? How long ago did it happen?”

“It happened 6 months after joining the program, and yes they did. They always inform the parents of anything that happens to the students, and critical injuries or hospital visits are immediately told to the parents.”

“Well why didn’t she call me about it?”

“Weren’t you guys on the American tour around that time?” He shrugged before wrapping his arms around me bringing me close to him.  “Hey, I’m alright. Just hurt like a bitch but I’m okay.” I said softly as I rubbed his forearm.

“I just wish I could’ve been there. I could’ve saved you, helped made you comfortable as you were on bedrest. Kissed your boo-boos away.” I groaned out his name he softly chuckled and said, “still scars or not you’re still every bit the baby sister I know and love. I’ll take you no matter what.” He stroked down my hair and leaned his head on top of mine.  I smiled and nuzzled into his neck until Brian spoke up.

“We’ll try coming here again tomorrow, but for now I say let’s celebrate our best girl’s return with a well-earned English lunch.”  Everyone was in agree so we took my bags, placed them in the trunk of my brother’s car and we all headed out to lunch.

Throughout the entire day, we spent the day at my favorite restaurant and I told them more about the program and how my official diploma would be shipped to me in the next month or so.

The next day it was pretty much like the same thing as yesterday.  I was sitting between Chrissie and Veronica on the couch. Roger and Dominque were sitting together on a chair looking through a boating magazine.  Deacy who was sitting on the other side of Veronica were talking together while Brian sat on the drum risers.  I’ve noticed that for the past hour he’s been softly tapping his foot twice and softly clapping his hands.

“What about this one?” muttered Roger.

“This one is for me.” Dominque spoke.

“I don’t see how you can buy a boat Rog, and most importantly where would you keep it?” I questioned.

“First of all it’s a yacht, totally different. And second down by the docks of course. We’ve got a lake house that we bought about a year ago.”

“How come you always get the good stuff when I go away?”

“Aww don’t worry love, I’ll buy you one soon enough. Till then you can take the basement whenever you come and visit.”

“Roger, don’t you boot your sister down there, it’s not even finished.” Dominque said.

“Thank you Nicky, you’re the best sister I could ever ask for.” I reached out for her hand and she took mine.

“Everyone up on the drum risers.” Brian suddenly stated as he now stood up.  We were a bit confused a bit till Brian emphasized his point once more, “Up on the drum risers.”

“Finally some action!” I moaned out as I sat up and as I walked up Brian said.

“Thank you (y/n), showing some enthusiasm.” As I stood beside him, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head as I hugged him around his waist. It was then Deacy spoke up.

“Just (y/n), or all of us?”

“Yes, yes c’mon John. Everyone up, I’m not waiting any longer.” Soon everyone got off their butts and walked up onto the drum risers.  Chrissie stood to my left while Dominique stood to my right.

“Bass?” questioned Deacy as he made the gesture of holding his bass guitar in his hand but Brian told him and even gave him a mock kick to his bum.

“No don’t need it, get up. Well c’mon Rog take your time.”

“Alright. What’s this about?” Roger spoke as he was the last to get up on the stage and that’s when Brian said.

“You remember our last concert? The crowd were singing our songs back to us. I mean it was deafening but—it was wonderful. They’re becoming a part of our show. I want to encourage that so…..I’ve got an idea to involve them a little bit more.” He then began stomping the ground twice before breaking on the third beat. He did that a few times before John sneered with sarcasm.

“Genius.”

“Thank you John.” Brian spoke mockingly.  I just rolled my eyes at their interaction before Brian urged all of us again, “C’mon.” Soon everyone started to stomp along with Bri.  I felt a little out of place and I was just about to slowly back off when Brian spoke again, “That means you too (y/n).”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, now c’mon join the ranks.” My brother then pulled me between him and Deacy and I joined in on the rhythmic stomping.  “Good. Now I want you to clap on the third beat.”  Soon it formed into a STOMP, STOMP CLAP. STOMP, STOMP CLAP.

“Don’t speed up!” My brother claimed but he looked down at me and playfully bopped my nose.  I glared playfully up at him as Brian said.

“Rog keep that time.” We all continued the tempo following my brother’s lead when I heard Brian speak up again after he had turned toward the piano to play a single key, “No Prenter? It’s unusual to see you without your clone?”

“It’s unusual seeing you be so bitchy.” I looked up to see the last Queen member I didn’t see the other day, the front man himself Freddie Mercury.  He looked different as well, much like Deacy his hair was now shorter.

“That’s usually me.” Deacy spoke as he pointed to himself and I playfully bumped into his arm.  Brian turned back around toward us and playfully teased my brother.

“Ahh you’re keeping time Rog, good.” I heard my brother playfully scoff and that’s when Freddie stood beside Bri and asked.

“What’s going on?”

“You’d know if you were on time.” Said my brother as we all ceased our stomping and claps and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.  Freddie turned to look at my brother as he said.

“I’m a performer darling not a Swiss train conductor.” He then turned to Brian and said, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Again.” Deacy spoke bluntly.  Fred turned back towards us and when he finally took notice of me he said.

“And just who is here with us today?”

“If you were here yesterday Freddie, you’d realize it’s me.” His eyes widened and he said.

“No way, (y/n)? Little (y/n) Taylor?” I nodded and grinned at him.  He grinned back at me and stated as he pointed at me, “Afterwards, you and me, outside. We’ve got some things to talk about.” He then turned back to Brian and continued, “Now back to the matter at hand, will you please tell me why you’re not playing any instruments?”

“I wanna give the audience a song that they can perform. Alright? Let them be a part of the band so what can they do?” Brian then resumed stomping and clapping two times before we all resumed and joined him.  Even Freddie joined in at one of the claps.  “Imagine….thousands of people. Doing this in unison, hmm?” Freddie had a processing look in his eyes before finally saying.

“What’s the lyric?” And it was then a new Queen hit was being born.

As the day went on, I walked over to Brian who was at the controls with pieces of paper scattered around him, pencil in head connecting it to his brain trying to get the right lyrics.  I slowly walked up towards him and asked.

“So this is how the great Brian May works his lyrics?” He turned to me and he smiled.

“It’s how we all work. Though you should’ve seen us when we went to Rockfield farm to record a Night at the Opera. Sheet music everywhere.” I chuckled and sat down next to him in the extra chair.  I grabbed one of the lyrics sheets and read the lyrics.

“This is good Brian.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I mean just based off of the rhythm you had going down, made me think about all the sporting events that happened back down in Australia. You think London is fanatic when it comes to football, you clearly haven’t seen the Aussie’s do it, along with rugby. Those fans get insane.”

“I can imagine. But I’m unclear of which order to do some of the lyrics.” I stood up and placed the lyric sheet I had back down and leaned over his shoulder to read what he had so far.

“Why not do it like an evolution type thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like you’ve got each new stanza starting with man. But why not go in age order. Start with a young boy who once started off in the schoolyard kicking mud around, then the young ambitious young man thinking he was gonna rule the world someday, kinda like what my brother envisioned.”

“Before finally ending it with an old man, after all is said and done all he wants is peace. Love you are brilliant!” he gasped before bringing me into his lap and hugged me tightly.

“What would you guys do without me?”

“Probably have another car song by your brother.”

“Oh don’t even get me started on that.”

“So you agree with me?”

“Yes, infinitely. I was embarrassed at just hearing the song being played by some of my fellow zoologists, mainly the boys who were also car nuts like my brother.”

“Oh I see how it is!” We looked up to see my brother standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.  He walked over to me continuing, “You also think my song’s stupid? Siding with this rotter here?”

“I’m sorry Rog but you’ve got to admit it makes you sound like you’d have sex with a car.”

“At least one Taylor sees the problem with your song.” Brian pipped in.

“You keep out of this!” Roger pointed to Brian.  He then directed his attention to me, he gestured with his finger a ‘come hither’ motion, “You come here.”

“No, no Rog I know that look! Back away from me!” I warned him as I got off of Brian’s lap immediately recognizing the sign of what he was going to do.

“You’ve got nowhere else to go (n/n). Only one way out of here and you gotta get by me to get to it.” I backed myself into a corner as he kept walking toward me.  I quickly looked around before running to the left but he followed and blocked my path.

However what he didn’t expect was for me to go to the right and race out but just before I managed to get out of the door, Roger grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

“Oi yah big goober! Put me down! Roger I’m not kidding I’m not seven years old anymore you can’t do this to me!!”

“Not till you apologize, ready for the helicopter?”

“No! Please Rog anything but tha—HEY!!” As we were now in the middle of the studio, he began to spin me around.  “Stop it! Rog I’m not kidding put me down!”

“Not till you change your mind about my song.”

“Never.”

“Okay then you’re not getting down.” He kept the act up for about 10 minutes till I finally relented and gave my brother what he wanted, even though my opinion didn’t change.  I just wanted to stop the room from spinning and the blood from going to my head.

After helping the boys record the song, I was allowed to go to my first Queen concert in over 4 years.  We were at Madison Square Garden and I was up in the front row in a special center-stage reserved seat that the boys managed to swindle for me.

And getting to see them on a bigger stage with a larger audience and more fans than they did when I last went to a Queen concert at the Rainbow back in ’74 before I left for my program.  They were now full-fledged Rock-gods and I was honored to be apart of their close circle, hell I’m lucky to be related to one of the band members themselves, and a surrogate sister to the other three.

[velmalav]

sister: part one {r.t.}

warnings: swearing, light angst.

synopsis: reader is brian may’s sister, and roger is secretly in love with her.

word count: 5.4k+

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  The cold nips at your skin as you shove your hands in your pockets, snow drizzling around your shoulders and down to your boots. The only thing getting you through the uncontrollable shivers and burning of your hands was the thought of seeing your brother, Brian, for the first time in months. He’d skipped last break to play for his new band – who you were waiting to finish up a gig now – and you’d been absolutely dying to see him. And to punch him for missing your eighteenth, since you’d so terribly gotten stuck spending it chasing around your little cousins instead of partying with him like he’d promised.

 “Watch the case, mate,” an annoyed voice says, followed by the clicking of boots hitting the icy pavement, and then the trunk of the van you are standing against is thrown open. “Bloody freezing out since we got here.”

 “I’ll start the van. Toss me the keys, would you?” your brother’s voice is suddenly there and you don’t hesitate to slide around the front of the vehicle, palms flat against the hood to hold yourself upright.

 Brian is opening the driver’s side door when he notices you coming at him, arms already open by the time you trip and fall into his chest. “What the hell are you doing here?” he beams. Still slipping, you squeeze his torso and savor his warmth.

 “Can’t stay away for too long, Bri,” you reply, grinning up at him. “Besides, I really can’t stand home when you’re not there to defend me against the mothership.”

 “And they know you’re up here?” Brian asks, an eyebrow quirked.

 You shrug, leaning away to hold onto the door of the van. “Dad does. Mom…was a little difficult, but I’m sure she’ll call.”

 “Y/N,” Brian sighs, giving you the typical ‘she’s going to kill both of us,’ look he’d given so many times before, like when you’d run away from her in the store and Brian followed to make sure you didn’t get lost, or when you’d storm away at dinner over something she’d said and Brian had come to your defense. “Well, you’re here now, so I guess we shouldn’t worry about her. I missed you too much to care.”

 “I missed you, too,” you breathe. Brian pulls you into another hug, resting his chin on top of your head when the voices coming from the back of the van approach. Two guys saunter over, both smoking and both sweaty from the gig. You back from Brian’s touch to stare, eyeing both up and down questionably. “This your band, Bri?”

 The brunette gets to us first and outstretches his hand. “Tim. Lead singer,” in a slightly arrogant tone, causing you to raise your eyebrows and slowly nod.

 “Y/N. Little sister,” you mock. You take his hand only to be polite and shake it once for good measure. The man behind him lets out a short laugh at your words, casting his cigarette to the ground and stomping on it. Tim doesn’t bother to move over to let you can greet him, so you take a step forward to do so. In all of the distraction, you forget about how icy the pavement is and immediately slide forward, knocking Tim against the van and tumbling into the stranger.

 “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” you sputter out a nervous laugh as he holds onto your sides to steady you.

 “Don’t be. Tim needs to be thrown around every once in a while. Keeps him in check,” he chuckles, returning you to Brian. You don’t even acknowledge Tim, and the man knows it, causing you both to laugh even harder. “I’m Roger by the way.”

 “Nice to meet you,” you smile, tucking hair behind your ear. You all loiter in silence for a few beats before Brian swings himself into the open van and starts the car, beckoning you to jump in. “You’re gonna have to help me out or I might crack my head open and die.”

 “A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Roger quips from behind you now, hovering to make sure you don’t do just that. You simply nod and grab onto the sides of the van, hoisting yourself up. You feel his hand press onto the small of your back, but it’s gone as quickly as it appears.

“Understatement of the year, mate,” Brian says pointedly. “But you really can’t say much, considering—“

 You fall back onto the passenger’s seat, ignoring the beginning of Brian and Roger’s bickering. Tim slams the trunk of the van and sits behind you, but remains quiet. Even though you’re not listening to a word the two boys are saying, you watch them with a smile, even letting little laughs slip out when Roger throws his hands up dramatically.

 “And I thought we knew how to argue,” you interrupt Brian as he brings up some party where Roger fell off a pool table and had to get stitches, and – in Bri’s words – was still less dramatic in that situation than he is most of the time.

 “Someone had to take your place up here,” Roger happily replies, lighting up another cigarette. You roll your eyes and pull a knee to your chest, resting your chin on it.

 “Thank you for your service, Roger,” you eye him through the rearview mirror, giggling a little as he salutes you. You then focus your attention to Brian. “Keep him around. He’s fun.”

.

 Roger always finds himself a little too excited when you come around. It isn’t often – you’ve started Uni somewhere hours from London – but you try your best to always come around when something big happens. In this case, Brian and Roger have started a new band without Tim, and they’re about to embark on their first global tour. You’ve heard plenty about the new lead singer, Freddie, and know of the bass player, John, but for the most part, have a lot of catching up to do. After all, it’s been three whole years since you’ve last visited.

 When Roger catches wind of your arrival, he can’t ignore the eagerness simmering in his stomach. He’s always admired you; you keep him on his toes. You make him laugh. And truthfully, if you were the sister of anyone else, he have made his move a long time ago. So when Brian asks one of the guys to pick you up from the train station, he isn’t reluctant to volunteer.

 “Got a lot of stuff for a few days,” Roger comments as he spots you absentmindedly glancing around the train station, bags wrapped around your wrists and strapped to your back. You turn to him with a knowing roll of the eyes, but a shining smile that he loves so much.

 “Never get tired of you making fun of me, Rog,” you greet, allowing your bags to fall away from you so you can envelope him in a hug. He holds your waist, dipping his head to rest in the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against your skin. “Missed your hugs pretty boy,” you murmur softly.

 “Missed your...,” Roger pauses to pull away, and you can tell he doesn’t want to, but also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “Bloody awful cardigans.”

 You blink in shock, pushing his shoulder, “I’ll have you know my wicked mother bought me this, thank you. And how brave of you to say that with what you’ve got on!”

 Despite your words, Roger looks as wonderful as usual. His clothes are irrelevant; he pulls them off no matter what, and both of you know that. Over the past few years; however, he’s definitely adapted his style to something more ambitious. Always looking like he’s about to go on stage, chest always on display.

 “Hmm, well we know I won that, so let’s get you to Brian’s,” Roger winks. You send him a fake grimace, but help him get the rest of your things and head to his car. He tells you about Freddie and John and the tour and how excited he is.

 “America? That’s huge,” you gush, putting your hands on your hips. Roger shuts the trunk of his car before grinning over at you. “Bri sucks at telling me things. You need to start calling and filling me in. I want to live vicariously through you guys.”

 “Why don’t you take it a step further and just join the band?” he says playfully as you both pile into your respective seats. You watch Roger start the car, thinking over what he’s saying. Not like you ever could, but joining them didn’t seem like the last thing you’d ever do.

 “I’d definitely have to invest in a perm,” you ponder, propping your knee up and placing your elbow on it. Roger suspiciously looks at you. “I mean think about it. I’m Brian May’s sister. The one with the curls. I can’t just go out looking like this.”

 “The fact that that’s where your mind went is genuinely concerning, love,” Roger blurts out with a chuckle as he pulls out of the train station parking lot. Your cheeks flush at his pet name. He calls girls that all of the time – it means nothing – but you still find the word deeply intimate and you hate yourself for overthinking it, which you do every time he says it. As if Roger would ever look at you like that anyway, you think to yourself, watching the street move like a conveyor belt under the car.

 “So tell me about being a rock star,” you wonder out loud, eyes trailing back over to Roger. He glances over at you questioningly at your choice of words, and then seems to accept it all in one motion.

 “I don’t exactly know where I’d start,” he says, then shakes his head, as if saying ‘no, I’ve got it!’ “It beats Uni, that’s for sure.”

 “Can’t all be musically gifted, Rog,” you shoot back, knowing he meant to get under your skin with that one. “Besides, I am very happy in the world of accounting. It’s a ball.”

 “Accounting?” Roger replies incredulously, eyes widening. “You’re in – no way, you, Y/N May, study accounting? Scientifically proven as the most boring subject ever learned, most boring career ever had—“

 You cut him off with a loud laugh, covering your mouth to stifle it. “God, no. I was kidding! But, I mean, I wouldn’t say ‘scientifically proven’ to be the most boring. You definitely pulled that out of your ass—“

 “I did, but it still remains true,” a pause. “Can’t believe I actually bought that,” he grumbles as he pulls into the driveway of Brian’s flat. You’re still giggling when he stops the car and runs around to open the door for you. He sees you roll your eyes at that, and it makes him smile.

 “Why do you have so much stuff?” Roger repeats his question from the train station, still a little startled at the many bags filling the trunk of his car.

 “Just like to pack heavy’s’all,” you shrug, avoiding his eyes. You know that if he sees the look on your face, he’ll know that you’re lying. And while you love Roger to death, he has a bad habit of running his mouth to your brother. Hasn’t done that for anything important, but you still didn’t want to chance it on this one.

 “I knew I heard a car door!” you and Roger both turn your heads to see Brian leaping down the porch steps and throwing himself around you, all of the bags in your hands tumbling to the ground. “God, I missed you, sis.”

 “I missed you, too, Bri,” you gasp as he lifts you in the air. You glance over Brian’s shoulder and meet eyes with a smirking Roger. You stick your tongue out at him. “Mind putting me down, though? You’ve gotten a bit stronger since the last time I saw you.”

 “Actually, no, you’ve got people to meet. Rog’s got this, haven’t you, Rog?” Brian raises his eyebrows at his friend, who merely waves you off. And just like that, your brother is pounding back inside the house with you over his shoulder. “Y/N’s here!” he announces.

 It feels like the wind has been knocked out of you as Brian sets you down in the living area, where two men and a woman are lounging. The woman stands first, eyes gleaming as she captures you in an embrace. “Lovely to meet you. I’m Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend!”

 “Nice to meet you all,” you awkwardly pull away and eye the other two. Freddie gets up and again, you are being lifted from the ground.

 “I’ve heard so much about you, darling! Brian and Roger never shut up about their favorite sister,” Freddie gloats, but his words make you wince. This isn’t the first time someone has insinuated Roger was like a brother to you, but to have such a close friend of his say it definitely makes you cringe.

 That last man – who you assume has to be John – simply waves at you from the couch. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s not a touchy person or if he understands the pleading look on your face at the expense of the suffocation you’ve been put through; you hope it’s the latter. “Name’s John, but they all call me Deaky.”

 You nod and take the seat beside him. Brian goes out to help Roger as the others question you, clearly curious about whether or not you live up to the hype. You know they’ve got high expectations when even Roger’s raving about you. So you try your best to answer all of their questions – how old are you? Who’s the favorite sibling? Was Brian as annoying as a child as he is now? Do you follow our music?

 You hesitate at the last one. “Kind of. Bri never really tells me much, so I check up every once in a while. Haven’t in a while, actually,” you feel like a fraud at the words, but Freddie simply brushes them off and struts to Brian’s record player.

 “We can fix that,” he winks as music floods the room, the sound of carnival noise, actually. Mary and John observe you, which is a bit nerve-wracking, but you don’t mind the attention. “This one’s called Brighton Rock.”

 You’re halfway through the song, tapping your fingers against the sofa when Brian and Roger appear. You’re leaning on the arm, eyes shut, fist against your cheek. Brian never failed to amaze you with his songwriting before, but this – you understand it now, why the band is taking off so quickly.

 The song ends and you open your eyes to five expectant pairs of eyes, two of which you hadn’t even noticed enter the room. But out of all of them, Roger catches your gaze first, and the look on his face is unrecognizable. His features are soft, almost glazed over. When he sees you staring, he turns his attention the others.

 “You guys have outdone yourselves,” you finally break the silence. Freddie claps his hands in triumph, Brian giving you his rare, but comforting ‘you’re too sweet’ face. “And I’m not just saying that ‘cause of Bri. It really is amazing.”

 “I’m blushing, but do go on,” Freddie utters, causing John to roll his eyes.

 “Do not feed his ego; it’s big enough,” he jokes, earning a chuckle from everyone except Freddie, who simply blows him a kiss.

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 The next few days are a blur of dinner parties, rehearsals, and recording sessions. You find yourself happiest curled up on the couch of the recording studio, blanket encasing you like a burrito, and a book in your clutch. Roger frequently comes to sit by you and beckon you from your story, never a dull moment passing with him. He always has something snarky to say, and whatever it entails, always makes you laugh.

 But you like the night times, too, when Brian sits outside with you and stargazes. He has a thing for the sky, and you are always so taken by the way he throws out facts like they are second nature. Even though you always end the night calling him a giant nerd, he knows you mean well. Afterwards, he tucks you into your bedroom like you’re a little girl, despite the fact you’re a mere four years younger. It’s a nice, peaceful cycle, and you don’t want it to end.

 It’s Monday afternoon when Roger is the first to get suspicious. You’re eating a late breakfast at Brian’s dining table when he arrives, all clunky boots and sunglasses. He notices you right away, tipping his shades down to make sure it’s really you. “Y/N? What’re you still doing here?”

 You shoot your eyes up to meet his, a single finger touching your lips. He furrows his eyebrows and approaches, tossing his sunglasses on the table next to your orange juice. “Extended break for school. Thought I told you that,” you lie. But this time you’re looking right at him and he sees it clear as day.

 “Is that so?” it’s a staring competition now, but not a playful one. Roger’s voice drops an octave, careening forward. “Wanna take a walk?”

 Giving the circumstances, you nod, abandoning the leftover food on the table. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket.”

 Minutes later, you are both strolling through Brian’s subdivision, neither of you speaking. It’s rare for you two to be awkward, but that’s all there is. You finally glance over at him and break the dreaded silence, “I dropped out.”

 Roger stops. You follow suit, butterflies bouncing around in your stomach as you awaited his reaction. He’s angry for maybe just a second, until he sees the worried expression on your face. “Why?”

 “Accounting sucks,” you try, but he’s still not amused. Huffing, you stare down at your shoes. “I hate it. School was never for me, and I feel like I’m wasting my time. So I…I withdrew. Haven’t been home yet.”

 “So that’s why…” Roger chuckles to himself, but not in the way he does at jokes, but when he’s frustrated. “Well…what’s the plan? To live with Brian until he catches on? ‘Til you’re mum kills you?”

 “Haven’t thought that far ahead, really,” you whisper. You can’t help the emotion that reaches your vocal chords; this wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. You were lost and confused and had no one to turn to that would just understand. “I hate dumping this on you, but just please don’t tell Brian.”

 Roger’s frustration multiplies in the thirty seconds after you say that. He runs his hands through his hair, eyes darting around the neighborhood. He mulls it over until the tension is so tight you almost just burst into tears. “I-I…you have to promise me that you’ll tell him. Before tour next week.”

 You wipe at your eyes, hoping that your fingers will somehow stop the incoming tears. Roger finally notices your cheeks beginning to flush and leans into you. “Yeah, I will. I just don’t know what to say.”

 It’s the hug he gives you that breaks the seal and suddenly you’re ugly crying into his shirt. Roger’s hands rub large circles into your back, lips grazing the skin in front of your ear. “It’ll be alright, love. You’ll figure it out.”

 “By next week?” you sob in panic. “My whole family is going to hate me and I’ll be stuck working retail my entire life.”

 Roger hurriedly cups your cheeks in his hands, an extremely serious look on his face. You swear you’ve never seen him stare so hard at you before. “No one is going to hate you for this. And as for your overly dramatic back up plan, I’d never let you fold shirts for a living. Over my dead body.”

 Your tears continue rolling down your cheeks, but you’re laughing now. Roger rubs some away with his thumbs, a smile appearing on his face. You rest one of your hands on his, glancing down at his wrists. “What do I do, Roger? I don’t have a clue, not even an idea of what I want. Brian won’t take that answer.”

 “Nobody really knows what they want at 21,” Roger says softly, still rubbing at your cheek. You’re leaning into his touch now, knowing this isn’t normal for you two, but not minding one bit. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

 “But Brian always knew. He used to pretend to be an astrophysicist when he was like nine years old. What nine year old even knows what the hell that is?” you ask, earning a laugh from Roger. “I’m just scared I’ll never figure it out. Not until it’s too late.”

 “Never too late,” Roger murmurs. You meet his eyes once again, suddenly much closer than you thought you were. He’s flickering his eyes from yours down to your lips, but something in him switches, and he drops your face, coughing awkwardly. “But we should probably head back before Brian gets back and reports you missing.”

 “Yeah,” you mumble, tucking your hair behind your ears and wiping the rest of the wetness trailing down your face. “Yeah, let’s go.”

.

 Seven days roll by slowly, each hour agonizing as you ferociously try and plan how you’re going to break the news to your brother. Roger has been coming around less since, and although it bothers you, you try to push the tension aside to focus on the task at hand: figuring how the rest of your life.

 You’re in the studio with the band, jotting down ideas you read about in a magazine the other day. Hair stylist? Makeup artist? Interior designer? Each one you cross out when you realize none of those things appeal to you, nor are you skilled at them. You huff, tossing your pen onto the table and staring up at the ceiling.

 Brian and Freddie leave the booth, both eyeing your unforeseen red face. Don’t cry. It’ll be fine. Freddie picks up your pathetic notes, chuckling a little as he reads. The phone rings and Brian dashes to grab it.

 “Thought you were studying…what was it?” Freddie searches out loud, tapping a finger to his bottom lip. “Uh…chemistry?”

 “Econ,” Roger mumbles as he passes Freddie, shooting you a small smile as he falls onto the sofa beside you.

 “Accounting,” you quip, cocking an eyebrow. He shakes his head with an eye roll, but it’s all playful.

 Freddie is confused, so you rush to explain. As you do so, Roger watches you intently, arm stretching across the back of the couch. He likes to be as close to you as possible without it being completely obvious. He likes to feel your warmth. Likes the way you shift towards him when he sits beside you. The smallest things, the biggest things. He just likes everything you do, and truthfully, even if you hadn’t begged him not to tell Brian about your schooling, he wouldn’t have said anything either way. He wants you to know he’s loyal, even if it means lying to his best mate, and even the thought of that scares him.

 It was getting more and more difficult to hold back. Every time he spaces out, his mind drifts to you. Laughing. Crying. Hugging him. Taking the piss out of him. Almost kissing him. And that’s the hardest memory to handle; he almost wishes he didn’t get that close so he would never have the urge to do it again. But here he is, simply witnessing you have a simple chat with a friend and he could barely keep himself together.

 “Y/N,” Brian calls from the other room. His voice is feral, so unlike him. You tear your attention away from Freddie to see your now livid brother enter the space. Before he even gets another word out, you know he knows. “That was mum.”

 You sneak a glance at Roger, who is staring sadly over at you. Even he knows what comes next, and knows he can’t help you. “She doin’ alright?” you pitch a fake smile towards him, but Brian is not having it.

 “She asked me why you hadn’t called. Said school resumed last week,” he growls.

 You sigh, “What did you say?”

 Brian’s anger falters for a moment at your question. “That you made it back fine.”

 Everyone is surprised at that, even John, who really isn’t paying much attention to the situation. “Why?”

 “Thought I’d let you explain,” he replies. “Thought maybe Uni gave you guys another week off. Please tell me they gave you another week off.”

 “Well…” you trail off, breaking eye contact as you stare down at your lap. “They didn’t. I dropped out before the semester started.”

 “You what?!” Brian shouts, arms flying in the air in exasperation. You flinch and bury your face in your hands. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You tell yourself that like a mantra, but it’s not working as the tears escape your eyes. “Why the hell would you do that, Y/N?”

 “Because it was a waste of time, Bri!” you cry, finally looking back at him. Brian doesn’t even acknowledge your tears, still so riled up. “I’m spending all of this money for absolutely nothing! And I knew if I told you or mum that you’d just tell me to suck it up!”

 “You’re right, that’s exactly what I’m telling you!” Brian yells. “You have to think about what you’re doing—“

 “Yes, I thought hard about it! I thought for a long time. I’m not happy with all of this; it’s not me!” you’re shaking now, not even realizing what’s leaving your mouth before it tumbles out. That is the only reason you say what you say next. “God, even Rog was more supportive about this than my own damn brother!”

 The entire room falls silent, even Freddie is staring at Brian to gauge his reaction. You don’t dare look to Roger, you’re terrified of what you’ve just done. But he’s leaning against the back of the couch, hand across his eyes, a huff escaping his mouth.

 “You knew about this, Roger?” Brian asks cautiously, trying to suppress the emotion in his voice.

 “I…” Roger hesitates. “Yeah, Y/N told me last week.”

 “Last week?” Brian questions. “Since when did you two have a heart to heart? This isn’t some primary school secret, this is serious!”

 “I’m aware, but she promised to tell you—“

 “Did she? Oh, well, lucky me, having a sister who will so graciously confide in me after she’s confided in you. Bloody lovely. Maybe you two can bond some more when you’re staying at Rog’s tonight, Y/N,” and with that said, Brian storms out of the studio, slamming the door closed behind him.

.

 The entire first hour you’re at Roger’s, no words are spoken. You’re still soaking in you and Brian’s argument, and quite frankly, are terrified to upset Roger. You don’t know where is head is at. The last thing you need is for him to scream at you, too, your heart physically can’t take it.

 You settle on the couch, using a throw to cover yourself. It’s only six pm, but all you can think about is forgetting this day, and what better way to do that than by sleeping it away? Tears still poke at your eyes as you stare at the cushions. No matter how hard you try, sleep won’t whisk you away, and you’re stuck in reality, playing Brian’s words in your brain over and over again. You huff and sit up, wiping your eyes with your wrists. The worst part is that they leave for tour in the morning, so regardless of how this all plays out, you will probably be saying goodbye to Brian while he’s still angry.

 You hear Roger’s footsteps behind you, and without even locating him, you breathe out, “I’m really sorry about throwing you under the bus today.”

 “Brian will get over it,” Roger says coolly. You follow his voice to the entrance of his hallway, where he’s leaning against the arch. His features ease at your expression, but he keeps his distance. “He just needs tonight.”

 “Your last night,” you whimper. Saying it out loud hurts even more, and for the third time this week, you ball yourself up and cry.

 Roger can’t help himself when he takes the two long strides forwards and wraps every limb possible around you. His fingers comb through your hair, other arm slung lazily around your back. You can hear his heart beating so fast, but the sound calms you. “Don’t cry, love. Please,” he says, and you swear you can hear his voice crack at the last word.

 “I feel so stupid,” you whisper against his shoulder, eyes crusting over from all of the tears. “I just wish I knew what I wanted.”

 “Don’t we all?” Roger sighs into your hair. He tugs you away so he can readjust you against his chest, both his arms now casually around you. “I was thinking about it earlier and thought of something we talked about when you first got here. It might be crazy, but—“

 “At this point I’m willing to try anything,” you interrupt, playing with the collar of his shirt. Your fingertips brush the skin of Roger’s chest. He has to look away from you now, unable to fathom you touching him like that.

 “What if you came on tour with us?” he offers lightly. You push up from his chest to face him, just to make sure he’s serious. And he is. “You said it yourself; you barely know anything about what we do. All the things we do. There is so much more to it than just us playing our instruments. There’s management and sound production and—“

 Something in you, something you’ve been holding back for a long, long time surfaces in that moment. The seriousness, the hopefulness in Roger’s face is mesmerizing. You observe every crevice on his face, every small detail that you’ve always admired. You are so unbelievably sure of him. So when you lean forward, cradle his jaw underneath your fingers, and place your lips on his, it is not an impulsive, thoughtless act. It is a confident one.

 Roger is in shock, but slopes into the kiss anyway. He thinks back to every time he’s wanted to do this, to have you against him, to have you kiss him like this. Every time he’s ever held back. And now, he doesn’t care, not at all. Because he finally knows what it’s like to have you, and it’s indescribable.

 The tops of your fingers reach tangles of his hair, winding the strands around. Roger swipes his tongue against your lip, and the moment you open your mouth, he slides it in. Both of you go from sweet to hungry, letting go of all the tension from the day and just falling into each other.

 “Love,” Roger hums into your mouth. You hardly hear him because of the blood thrumming in your ears. “Love,” he breaks you two apart, though your faces remain dangerously close.

 “What, pretty boy?” an idle smile wanes at the ends of your lips. You’re already leaning into him, wanting so badly to have him again. Roger’s heart flutters at your nickname for him, but he maintains his stoic expression.

 “We can’t do this,” he whispers. It’s so quiet, the confession, that it’s almost like Roger thinks that if he says it low enough, the words will evaporate into thin air. “You’re…”

 “I don’t care,” you reply suddenly. Roger traces your face with his eyes, fingers reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. “Rog. Like you said, Brian will get over it.”

 Roger shakes his head. “This is different. You’re his family. He’d never abandon you. But me…”

 “Are you mad? You’re his family, too,” you say confidently. “He’d do anything for you, and I doubt that you and I could change that.”

 “Say that again,” Roger breathes, forehead clamping onto yours. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You and I…sounds right.”

 You’re grinning now as Roger bites his lip, thoughts still racing. You press a hand onto his cheek and watching him lean into it is maybe the most precious, most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. It only gets better when he takes the hand in his and kisses it, eyelashes fluttering shut. “Yeah, it really does,” you plash.

 “C’mere,” Roger exhales, capturing your lips with his again, fingers intertwining as he does so. “We’re not waiting to tell him this time, though. Don’t need a repeat of today, alright?”

 You nod, “Tomorrow. I promise.”  

***

part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // masterlist

[a-froger-epic]

Get out your glitter leotards and pour some champagne in your cat mugs! 🥂 🍾 It’s time to celebrate Freddie! 🎉😸

🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 🎊

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ABOUT THE EVENT

This weekend is a content creation event in honour of the man himself, the legend we all love, Freddie Mercury! Once more, everyone who is inspired by Freddie is invited to share their creativity with the fandom. You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch 😉 content for absolutely anything related to Freddie, any ship, any genre, any way you like. This is an indiscriminately inclusive, positive event. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan of Freddie! (Except convincing yourself you're dating his ghost maybe. That's pretty wrong. And weird. Don't do that.)

WHEN? On the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of May.

HOW? On the above dates (or after!), post your contributions to the AO3 collection or alternatively on Tumblr, tagged ‘#fmw2021’ or/and ‘#freddie mercury weekend 2021’. If you post on Tumblr, please also tag @a-froger-epic to make sure you get a reblog from me!

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THE PROMPTS

You can be as free with the prompts as you like. They are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, make them fem!Freddie, A/B/O, add your favourite ship. Anything goes! 😊

21st of May - 500-1000 word challenge!

We’re kicking off the event with ficlets and drabbles. First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! No time to write but you want to participate? Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! 😉 Interpret these mini-prompts however you like (every one is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!):

Make-Up 💄   |   Pain/Pleasure 👀

Strip 👕   |   Ring 💍

Forbidden 🤫   |   Delilah 🐈

Piano 🎹   |   Dormitory 🛏 

Outrageous 🎉   |   Contentment 😌

Come Together 🎇   |   Ballet 🩰

Piece of Art 🎨   |   Leather 🧥

Cockring 🐔   |   Kimono 👘

Petals 🌸   |   Leotard 🕺🏻

Mustache 🧔   |   Last Time 😔

22nd of May - Is This The Real Life? 

A list of real event/canon timeline prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them, however, is entirely up to you!

Down in flames

Freddie is 16 years old when he leaves boarding school. Does it have something to do with the school gardener, Sanjay? Did he flunk his exams or did he not even sit them? Is one thing connected to the other? Does he really find a boyfriend when he goes to stay with his aunt in Mumbai (then Bombay)? Either way, there’s the small matter of his parents finding out about all of it... (Sources: x x )

When Freddie met Kenny

Freddie is a guest on Kenny Everett's radio show in spring 1974. Freddie is living with Mary, Kenny is married. Two gay men, deep in the closet. To no one's surprise, they hit it off immediately. (Source: x )

But when did he? 

At some point during his relationship with Mary, prior to his relationship with David, Freddie had already begun sleeping with men. But how and when did that first happen? Cottaging in London? On tour somewhere in the world? Your guess is as good as ours… 

Flying High

Sex, Drugs and Rock n' Roll. Like all rock bands of their time, Queen doesn’t escape the copious amounts of cocaine in the entertainment industry for long. Somewhere on tour in America, perhaps, Freddie is first introduced to it. Where? How? 

Hide your tears

Jim said that he tried to be strong for Freddie and only cried in private, so as not to burden Freddie with his feelings. But this time, he is found. 

One-liners:

In 1969, Freddie doesn’t know how to cook an egg and neither does Roger (Source: x )

In 1977, Freddie meets Joe while on tour in Boston and starts dating him behind David's back

In 1990, Brian and Freddie work on 'The Show Must Go On' (Source: x )

In a year of your choice, Jim reminisces about his fondest moment(s) with Freddie

In 1976, Freddie and Mary end their relationship 

In 1984, Winnie gives Freddie a wedding ring (middle of the post: x )

In the late 60s, Freddie agrees to model for an Ealing Art School fashion show, but panics and flees the runway (Source: x )

In 1974, Freddie is strip-searched upon arrival in Australia (Source: x )

In 1982, Freddie and Roger go shopping in Amsterdam (Source: x )

In 1978, Freddie swings from a chandelier - naked (Source: x )

23rd of May - Is It Just Fantasy?

A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Take them and run with them or change them up, just have fun!

Make your dreams come true

Freddie hasn't been very fortunate in his life, until he finds a very special oil lamp, and rubs it just the right way. 

Beautiful stranger

Freddie meets an alluring stranger at a masquerade ball, who has more secrets than he can hide behind a mask. But Freddie has some of his own. 

Thicker than water 

Freddie agrees to a dreadful fate in order to save his little sister from the very same. Fortunately, he has friends who are more than willing to help him, but can they? Or are they, too, in danger?

Diamonds are a boy's best friend

Freddie is the prized jewel of the court, a skilled belly-dancer and entertainer, but he may also be plotting murder and getting away with it. 

Almost Real

In a distant future, humans have all but done away with face to face interaction. Humanity largely lives online. Children grow up isolated and live with only their families well into young adulthood. Cybersex is the new normal, although some families take a puritanical approach for fear of addiction. One day, impossibly, a real life young man falls through the containment field in Freddie’s back garden. 

One-liners:

This plane is going to crash (Freddie knew there was a reason he hated flying) 

Shipwrecked on an island (Freddie could never bear to be alone, but luckily/unfortunately for him…) 

Hunger Games AU (Freddie is so dead) 

A terrible road accident (Everyone is so dead, or are they?) 

Blind Date AU (Freddie's best friend is so dead for setting him up with this person… or are they…) 

Bank robbery (but who are the robbers and who are the hostages?) 

Magic AU ("Yer a wizard, Freddie!")

Film Noir AU (Secrets and cigarette holders) 

Interior Design AU (Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The Bodyguard AU (“And I will always love yooouuuu…”)

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RULES & FAQ

⛔ Strictly No Hate ⛔

This is the NUMBER ONE RULE of the event, to ensure that everybody feels safe. No rudeness, provocations or hate aimed at creators or other commenters will be permitted, not on AO3 nor Tumblr.

Follow these steps if you receive a comment or ask that distresses you:

Do not engage. (You can take a screenshot as proof.)

Delete it. No ifs, no buts. Just delete it. (Don’t hesitate to block anon hate on Tumblr.)

Alert me ( @a-froger-epic ) or @aboutnothingness, who is lending me a hand to make sure all needs are attended, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.

If you choose to ignore this rule, your work may be removed from the event. We would hate to resort to that.

But what if one of the works has upset me?

Can the thing that upset you be tagged, but it wasn’t? Then please inform @a-froger-epic or @aboutnothingness, and we will bring it to the creator’s attention. (Remember to use the appropriate tags, everybody!)

Was the thing that upset you already tagged? Or is it perhaps simply the characterisation you find disagreeable? Then we suggest you click on the ‘back’ button, take a deep breath and remind yourself it's just fanfic.

Who can participate?

Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is open to all.

Can I combine prompts from different days?

By all means! We look forward to your futuristic Freddie-gets-kicked-out-of-boarding-school Maycury Film Noir AU. With leotards. Go crazy.

I'm not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it? 

The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don't mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it's two weeks late! 

Help, I've never posted fic before! 

Don't worry, we've got you! (And more importantly, we've got AO3 invites!) @aboutnothingness is more than happy to walk you through the process of setting up an account and is also offering her services as a beta.

I’m still too nervous to participate!

You can post anonymously to the collection. You can disable anon comments on your work. You can disable comments entirely and just collect the kudos. You can close anon asks on Tumblr temporarily. But most importantly, we are here for you and we want you here!

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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

- Freddie Mercury

[kmikaelsonimagines]

Adjusting To Anarchy: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: You’re requests are fully opened?! Yay!!! You told me a few weeks ago to resubmit this when your requests were fully opened, so here it goes. Can you please write something where the reader makes a bet with Klaus at the ball that she can educate Kol better about what he’s missed in the past 100 years than he can teach Rebecka? They invite him to their home and educate him in a fun creative way with music, movies, games, etc and Kol slowly falls in love with them and their quirkiness.

I just had to put the song that I did in here! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

“Come in.” You stepped aside to let the Original vampire into your house. Kol Mikaelson did as he was told, a miracle in itself, and smiled at you. “This way.”

He followed you into the lounge, surveying the room, the vinyl discs, the DVD cases, the books laid out across the coffee table. “So you’re educating me on,” he gestured at the items before him, “all of this?”

You nodded, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You had known Klaus for a while, and at the Mikaelson ball, you and the hybrid had decided to partake in a friendly bet. Klaus Mikaelson’s younger siblings had a lot to learn about the past century and your competitive streak had come out when Klaus had suggested that you help out with the situation.

So here you were, with Kol, the youngest of the brothers and arguably the most rebellious, standing in your front room, waiting for you to teach him about everything he had missed whilst he had been asleep.

It was absolutely unbelievable, when you thought about it, but at the same time, there was an excitement brewing in your stomach, and it wasn’t just due to the thought of beating Klaus. The hybrid would be educating his sister, and whoever had more knowledge by the end of the week had earned their tutor the opportunity to get whatever they wanted from the other.

No, it wasn’t just that thought that had you excited.

You couldn’t deny that you had an interest in Kol, in that wicked smile you had seen at the ball as him and his sister planned the murder of one of Mystic Falls’ residents. Okay, so maybe that sounded a little sadistic on your part, but you were used to it.

You hadn’t stopped thinking about that smile, about the anarchic nature that lay beneath it.

“So what do you want to get started on?” Kol’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, daydreams that were heading down a path that would have had you kissing him instantly. He picked up one of the vinyl’s, staring at the logo in the middle. “Bohemian Rhapsody?”

You took the vinyl from his hand and smiled. “Well that’s just the perfect place to start.” You walked over to the record player and set up the disc. Before you made it play, you turned back to Kol. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just close your eyes. Please.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when Kol again did as he was told. Maybe the stories had been wrong; maybe he wasn’t quite the epitome of anarchy that you thought him to be. You moved the arm of the record player and the collective voices of Queen filled the room.

You watched as Kol scrunched up his nose, clearly not expecting the music that you were now playing, “What is this?”

“Only six minutes of the best band in existence singing their masterpiece.”

“It’s strange.”

“Oh, you just wait for the B-Side.” You chuckled to yourself as you imagined Kol’s reaction to the infamous “I’m In Love With My Car”. As Freddie Mercury’s powerful tones flew into your ears, you resisted the urge to start singing along, instead focusing on the task at hand. “But what are you feeling now?”

Kol seemed to chew on your words before he answered. “Like he’s singing to me. Like he understands.”

You didn’t need Kol to elaborate, not as you understood everything that he meant. There were plenty of songs that you could have chosen to introduce Kol to what he had missed over the past century, but this one seemed to sum it up perfectly. It made you feel like you were special, made you want to laugh and cry all at the same time. “Just listen.”

The only sound for a moment was “Bohemian Rhapsody”; from Freddie’s piano skills, to Brian May on the Red Special, Roger Taylor’s falsettos and the subtlety of John Deacon’s bass line running through it all. The tempo picking up speed had you wanting to bang your head to the beat, the fade back into that beautiful piano with Freddie’s voice had you almost weeping.

And then that crash of the gong at the end, like waves hitting the shore. You looked over at Kol, and it was then that you saw how beautiful he really was. Eyes shut, chest rising and falling, hair tousled, framing his face perfectly. He looked so perfect, so different from the Original that you had seen at the ball.

Excitement turned into something more, something calmer, a fire dwindling in your stomach.

His eyes flitted open and you were faced with deep brown irises that looked like they could stare into your soul. He smiled. “What’s next?”

“I think we’ll leave it there for today.”

Kol’s smile dropped, and you couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to spend more time with you. But then that wicked grin came back to his face, anarchy invading its way into the atmosphere the music had created. “Well, remind me tomorrow, Y/N, that although you’re meant to be teaching you,” he stepped forward, your heart beating rapidly, “I plan on teaching you about my way of life. If my family and I are planning on staying in Mystic Falls, you’re all going to have to adjust to our way of living. Or rather, my way.”

You swallowed. “I look forward to it.”

You saw Kol out, and the moment he left, you breathed a sigh of relief, putting away what you were now calling your teaching materials.

Kol Mikaelson on the other hand, strolled home, thinking of nothing but you. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about your smile since the Mikaelson ball, and today had been a perfect excuse to see you. He looked forward to the week ahead, to spending more time with you and what he thought was your rather quirky music taste.

He had a feeling that by the end of the week he would fall in love with you.

He was right.

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