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[daisyfloyd]

I'm back baby, and I'm posting this quickly, before I start overthinking it and end up not posting anything at all! Summary

The moonlight allowed him to see his unmistakeable silhouette, long and graceful, standing with his back to him. Roger was watching the city sleep, in an old satiny robe, and holding a cigarette between slender fingers. David admired the sight for a second before calling out his name, but Roger didn’t turn to see him. Clearly, something was bothering him, and it showed in the way he rested his hands on the railing, a posture that looked like defeat. ‘I had that dream again,’ he simply said. ‘The one about the murder?’

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/Roger Waters Characters: David Gilmour, Roger Waters Additional Tags: One Shot, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, past trauma, Late Night Conversations, Love, Short & Sweet, Insecurity, I remembered Roger talking about his father's motivations to go to war and this happened, Yes David is so loving, 1970s, 1976, first fic I'm posting after a long while Series: Part 19 of Pink Floyd Collection

[daisyfloyd]

Happy New Year

2024 was the worst year of my life.

I was so sad this past year that I couldn't even write much, and what I did write went unpublished. I hope I can now turn all that pain into something positive, and post a thing or two. I've received a couple comments in my fics these past few days, and they've reminded me that some people still like what I write. Most of all, I know I still love writing, I just need to find my way out of this hole and find the confidence to post again.

I hope 2025 is better for everyone. I sincerely wish you success, peace, and I wish you love.

❤️

[daisyfloyd]

hi! how have you been lately? <3

Oh my, so sorry for not seeing this earlier! To be honest, this hasn't been my year. It's been tough, but I'm pulling through.

[isnt-this-where-we-came-in]

Collection of Nick Mason doing the thing

[daisyfloyd]

brilliant

[daisyfloyd]

Such a beautiful fanfic as always, even though this one broke my heart😭 I almost cried when I reached the end, it's so sad to see David still long for Roger after all this time (and surely, the feeling is mutual). As a queer person, the bit about David wishing that him and Rog could've been openly dating and how being out of the closet might've helped their relationship was especially tragic, you've really outdone yourself on this one. Thank you so much for always feeding the Watermour community with both tears like in works as this one and laughter for the happier fics <3

Thank you so much! It happens, you know. I do miss the white dove that used to perch outside my window, even though it disappeared years ago and I never saw it again. I sometimes think about it, just like I think about friendships long gone... and just like I theorise these two grumpy old men reminisce about each other to this day.

Yeah, I'll be touching on that again in the future. I too find it tragic, There are many stories of the sort already, but I always think it's still something worth exploring. "If only we'd been able to be free, way back when..."

Thank you for reading them! This part of the fandom may be small, but we've certainly got some interesting stories to tell. ❤️

[daisyfloyd]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Oh, yes. Hurt, pain. If you saw this drawing I posted some time ago, this is... something.

Summary

Charlie stayed silent, waiting for an answer to his question, and the clear nostalgia in David’s eyes made him curious as to what the answer could be. David thought about the story behind that picture, that evening they’d spent walking the ancient streets of Pompeii, hand in hand. It’d been an adventure, one they had embarked on together, one that had spawned countless anecdotes that’d still be recounted years later. He knew he had more pictures from that occasion hidden somewhere, remembrances from those days when they lived in blissful ignorance of just how badly their relationship would end. Pictures he would revisit, if it weren’t so painful to close the photo album and come back to reality each time.

‘He was… an old friend of mine.’

[daisyfloyd]

I was worried about you, so glad to hear you're okay! I wish you a speedy recovery from surgery!

Thank you dear! I'm doing so much better now. ♥

[daisyfloyd]

Man, having surgery sucks, but at least I get to stare at the ceiling and think about fic ideas.

[daisyfloyd]

hi, i just wanted to say that you’re a fantastic writer, i’ve reread all your beautiful fics numerous times and i cannot even count the times they made me both smile and cry <3 every time you post my entire week is made :)) if you ever pursue a writing career, all of those who are ever going to read your works will be so lucky

You'll make me cry, thank you so much. 😭 Means a lot to me to know that someone out there is so moved by my stuff. I highly doubt I'd ever have the courage to publish a book, but the career I'm pursuing does involve writing to a certain extent. Hopefully, all this fic writing practice will be useful someday!

[thewallwastoohigh-deactivated20]

:)

[daisyfloyd]

THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING

[thewallwastoohigh-deactivated20]

Rick’s just wondering what the punchline was

[daisyfloyd]

distractions

[daisyfloyd]

" ... I certainly realised that this was not a rehearsal, that this was life happening now, and I should grasp the nettle."

— Roger Waters on his inspirations for writing Time, 2003.

(source)

[daisyfloyd]

So glad you're back!! Congrats on the finals!

Also I'm really stocked to see what this 22000 word fic is you showed a sneak peak off👀

Thank you, dear ❤️ it was a lot of work, but it paid off in the end. Now I'm about to start my classes again! My holidays were really short-lived.

I don't know if posting a word count can be considered a sneak peek, haha. The thing has almost doubled in length since then.

I honestly don't know when it'll be posted... You know when you've got too many ideas all at once and you've got to figure out how to make them fit in a coherent story? That's me right now, and most of the time.

I've said it before. I often feel like I don't choose which stories to write, they choose me and I'm just a vessel. And being a vessel can be exhausting, as fun as it is.

[daisyfloyd]

So... with Roger and David, who's on top and who's on the bottom, or do they switch? (On the bunk bed, of course)

Oh, this is quite an interesting topic of discussion, don't you think?

I'd say they both have preferred spots, but they're not reticent about discussing choices and agreeing to whatever feels best at the moment.

After all, what fun is it to just adhere to the same conventions over and over? These guys have never been known for sticking to rules... or making decisions without some heated debate taking place beforehand.

[daisyfloyd]

One doesn't truly appreciate great guitar work until you try to learn the part yourself.

Yes, I am practising the final solo in Pigs, and man, I appreciate David more and more every time I try to learn one of his solos. This is a workout.

[daisyfloyd]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Of course, I had to write this. Takes the pressure off. (Oh and happy belated birthday to David! ❤️

Summary

After a particularly stressful gig, David fears he may not be good enough to take Syd's place in Pink Floyd, and in Roger's life. Roger, however, shows him that he is by no means a mere replacement for their former bandmate.

[daisyfloyd]

It's David's birthday (happy birthday to one of my favourite guitarists) and I've got a thousand ideas for watermour fluff, but I've sadly got to be a responsible human being and study. But I'll return after this battle, and my return shall be glorious.... if I don't go mad in the process, that is.