Crazy Little Thing // it’s late pt. 2 // Brian May x reader // Roger Taylor x Reader
REQUEST: so that was fucking amazing (it’s late) can you do a like sequel to it? Like from Roger staying with reader then how they got together and like WEDDING
AN: thanks y’all I wrote it in an hour and I hate it really and also it was really hard for me not to say “Brian you fucktard”. But im glad y’all like it. I kinda hate this one too but it was requested soooo done did it.
WORD COUNT: 4.1 K - wow how did I do it?
WARNINGS: language, slight angst, drinking, Brian is a dick, implied smut — stay safe y’all
!! If anyone has any questions about the storyline feel free to send questions or blurb ideas about this little series !!
Brian had somehow managed to wedge himself into your life, but never in a good way. Every friday night was the same routine. You’d tell Roger you wanted a girls night and he would happily take Harry from you, not knowing of the cycle you had fallen into. That was until one night at two in the morning, you stumbled up to his doorstep drunkenly and knocked loudly. Minutes later a tired looking Roger opened the door “What are you doing here, Y/N? You’re not supposed to pick Harry up until nine.” “Might be pregnant again whoop di doo” you pushed passed him and into his home, “what’s he gonna do when he gets three kids at once? Huh? What’s he gonna tell the misses when all three of his lovers are pregnant.” Roger was following behind you, still dazed and confused “You can’t be- Y/N you aren’t still seeing Brian? Tell me you aren’t.” You stormed into his kitchen and instantly went for the liquor cabinet, taking the vanilla crown. You popped the cap off and poured yourself a glass. The drink was warm and it burned, oh how it burned, but it numbed the feeling in your stomach. “You want me to lie to you again Rog? You really think I want to see my friends that much and go to the same place just to do the same thing with people who don’t even care for me? You’re oblivious.” Roger took the bottle and your glass from you, “I thought you realized that you’re better than that after the first night.” He was obviously disappointed with you and that’s what broke you.
You don’t remember how but you two ended up on the kitchen floor, Roger cradling you in his arms and you bawling your eyes out. “I love him, Roger, I fucking love him. He loves me.” You had already started to sober up a little yet not completely. “No you don’t and no he doesn’t. You just love the feeling of him. If Brian really loved you he would only be with you not the other two. You fucking know that. Don’t keep lying to yourself. You are better than this.” Roger was hurting, truly hurting. His best friend was it ruins right in his arms and he couldn’t stand the sight, “look at me please. I need to know what you’re thinking.” You looked up at Roger, mascara running and lipstick smeared, “I need help Rog, god I need to be kept away from him.” He nodded with a small sigh before kissing your forehead “I’m going to stay with you until you’re okay, sound good?” You just nodded, letting roger keep soothing you to calmness.
When you woke the next morning in the same position with Roger, which was an odd sight for Harry. “Mummy, why are you crying?” You wiped the dry makeup from your face and shot up, “Oh, sweetie, I was just so excited to see you it made me cry.” You stood up, waking Roger in the process, and picked your boy up. “What the fuck?” Roger grumbled as he stood slowly, eyes still adjusting to the light, “Oh hey, buddy, you’re up early.” “It’s noon.” Harry looked at the both of you, confused, “I stayed in bed waiting for da- Rog to come get me like usual. You never came.” He pouted at Roger who held a worried expression on his face. “M sorry bud. Mommy kept him busy this morning. Why don’t you go get your stuff and we’ll go get lunch?” You set Harry down on the ground and he instantly ran back to the guest bedroom that was slowly turning into his own. “Hey I’m sorry I stayed last night. I didn’t know what to-” You leaned against his kitchen counter, the cool marble against your head. “It’s fine, I’m actually glad you told me so I can help you. It breaks my heart seeing you so hurt over someone who definitely isn’t worth it.” Roger pulled you into a warm hug “and I really will stay with you until everything is okay and even after that if you need me to.” You hugged Roger back, letting out a sigh of relief mixed with a little bit of worry “Thank you so much… I guess we should go get some food now.” As if right on cue Harry came running down the hall and joined the hug with the two of you.
You all decided on a small diner just down the road from your place which was fairly busy for a Saturday lunch. The meal went smoothly, no reporters had noticed Roger or yourself and neither had any fans. Now, the ride back was a different story. Harry had fallen asleep in the backseat and Roger was trying to talk about anything other than the elephant in the car room. “You know I saw this article about how when a person walks into a room and forgets why they’re their often it’s signs of an illness coming.” Roger glances over at you with the most uncomfortable look. “We can talk about it, you know that right? I made a mess and need help. It’s that simple. Just don’t bring up the” You gestured to your stomach “possibility. I don’t want Harry to freak.” Roger nodded and just stayed silent before turning up the radio. It would be a lie to say that the two of you had no loving feelings towards the other but that wasn’t right in either of your minds. Sure, he was about 7 or so years older than you, and honestly that wasn’t too bad, but he still felt like even if he did anything he would be taking advantage of you. So, he kept to himself. In his own little dark world, a world where he couldn’t raise an official family with you. Roger, Harry, and you could be mistaken as a beginning family anytime of day with how much you three were together. He was there since you found out you were pregnant, there during labor, there during the first and second birthday parties, and everything in between. Roger was even there for you to sulk over the man you loved who hurt you: Brian. He was there. Brian wasn’t. In secret Harry had accidentally started calling Roger his dad, making a promise never to call Roger that around you. It was a little hope that Roger clung onto that you two could have something. A very thin hope but one that was still there. Harry almost slipped up at Roger’s place in front of you, luckily you had billions of other thoughts going on that you forgot about it what seemed like automatically.
The three of you arrived back at your home, unloading a few suitcases for Roger and Harry’s overnight bag. Harry didn’t say one word when you got home. He just ran up the stairs and to his bed. That left you with Roger. You took his luggage to the spare bedroom right across from yours and sat on the bed “ready to unpack new housemate?” You beamed to him and he sighed dramatically. “I guess” He sulked over to you and laid right next to you “but can we have a serious conversation first?” You nodded a little uneasy of the topic knowing it was going to be Brian. It always was. “I think a good plan would be, anytime someone is at the door they stay there until I know it’s not him. If it is him I deal with it. Sound alright? Simple plan.” Roger suggested, draping his arms around your waist in a hug where you were sitting and he was laying. “I think that would be best for now. We’ll see how it goes.” You smile to him softly “now unpack because I’d like to watch a film with my favorite person.” He gave you a light squeeze and jumped up, going straight to his suitcases. “Thank you again by the way.” You laid back, watching him. “No need to.”
Luckily the entire next week went alright. Your pregnancy scare just ended up being hormonal imbalances due to your newest birth control pills. To say it was an emotional HAPPY day was an understatement. Roger even got you a cake which was the funniest little thing. Then Friday rolled around. Friday at half eight to be exact. That’s when Brian usually came, and he didn’t fail you this time. You opened the door quickly after the first knock and there he stood. The ever so haunting devilish smirk was resting on his face, “hope you weren’t too busy, lovely.” You forgot what you promised yourself, what you promised Roger, “never too busy for you, Br-“ “Y/N go to the kitchen.” Roger was behind you and Brian’s face fell. You turned back to Roger, panic sinking in, “I can’t say no to him, Rog. Go take Harry back to yours please.” Brian let out a confused noise “he’s not taking my son anywhere Y/N, I haven’t seen him in a bit.” Brian walked in. Bad move. Roger stepped forward “Brian, really? Go back home to your wife.” His wife. Right. He was married and you were a side shag. “He’s right you should leave. Your family doesn’t need an extra edition other than Harry.” You scowled at him. Now all you could feel was the hate. “So what? I don’t even get to see him? He needs his father.” Brian was doing what he did best. Playing the victim. Again, bad fucking move. “Roger is more of a father to him then you ever have even thought of being!” You spat at Brian and stood tall at him. “Y/N please just calm please.” Roger had a hand on your back which felt like fire. It all happened so quick, you remember Brian saying you were just a shag and then going into a fit of rage calling you all sorts of names. Then, like the final night of tour, your hand was in a fist and Brian had blood all over his nose and hands. Broken, again. But this one? Oh it felt so good.
The next few months played out similarly to that night, other than no more broken anything. Except for the hearts, yours and Rogers to be exact, every Friday night. Your heart was broken from the fact that you had finally realized how horrible Brian was for you. Roger’s heart was broken because in spite of everything you still said you loved Brian, not Roger. He wanted to kiss you, to hold you, and tell you everything was better now and he loved you. He couldn’t. He didn’t want you thinking he was using your vulnerability. So he didn’t. After those few first months, things got better. Brian would come every other Friday night always to be greeted by an annoyed Roger. Then they would have the same conversation and Brian would leave to find his mistress. Roger of course had to see him in the studio once every week but they never talked. Ever. Freddie and John were dry with Brian, yet friendly and open with Roger. One Friday night in particular, Roger was just pissed. He didn’t dare take anything out on you, he would never. Brian knew how pissed Roger was and he knew how to push all of the drummers buttons. That conversation ended with black eyes on both men and busted lips. It sure as hell wasn’t the prettiest sight in the world. Sitting on the bathroom floor with Roger while cleaning up his leps was definitely not your ideal setting for a first kiss, but it happened. One minute you were dabbing up the dried blood and next minute he was hovering over you, kissing you gently. The kiss was softer yet more passionate than anything you and Brian had ever shared. No don’t think about Brian,Y/N, you’re better than that. And you for once really believed yourself that Brian was no good. Roger pulled away from you slowly with an almost shocked look written all over his face, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to be so forceful.” You shook your head with a soft smile playing on your lips, “You’re not sorry, and neither am I. Not to be cliche but I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Roger broke out in an absolutely adorable smile before he gave you another kiss, this one more lively than the last. After he had pulled away, the both of you stood and made your way to the living room where Harry stood in his pajamas. He had tears falling rapidly down his cheeks and was holding a stuffed bear, a gift from Roger. “Honey, what’s wrong?” You knelt down beside Harry who collapsed into you. Roger knelt beside you, rubbing Harry’s back soothingly, “Did you have a bad dream, bub?” Harry shook his head “Brian- Brian said Mummy doesn’t want me.” He hiccuped out quietly as you held him. You had a few tears falling from your eyes, whether they were from sadness or anger you’d never know, “Honey you know I love you and would never leave you alone, ever.” Roger was up and pacing with the phone receiver in hand, “Fred? What’s the name of that one magazine that tried to say we were splitting up then trashed us? Rolling Stone right?… Right thanks.” He hung up the phone before turning to check on the both of you, “Do you two need anything?” You shook your head, “I think I’m going to take him to bed, and stay with him.” Roger gave you a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll be right here if you need me. I’m going to make a few calls alright?” You nodded and thanked him before heading to your son’s room.
The next two weeks, everything went smoothly. Brian hadn’t shown up and thankfully the album had already been completed. The three of you, being Roger, Harry, and yourself, were walking around the city and just spending quality time together. Yours and Roger’s relationship developed quickly since you two had been friends for so long. You came across a little magazine stand and stopped when you saw the Queen crest on the front page of at least seven magazines, “Rog, have you seen these?” He picked up the Rolling Stone magazine and flipped to the page, “Yep. It’s nothing bad on my part. All about Brian, thanks to me.” You stared at him shocked, “Roger you didn’t… “ you read into the article SOURCE: QUEEN’S ROGER TAYLOR, “Oh my god” you tried to suppress your laughter but ultimately failed. Roger chuckled softly and bought the Rolling Stone magazine, “Maybe we should get back so you can fully read this little gem?” You nodded as the three of you turned around and walked back towards your place. Once you were all settled in your house, Harry went to go play outside, leaving you and roger at the kitchen table to read the entire article. Never once did it say your name in there, they only called you a friend of the band’s. Roger didn’t leave out a single detail about all that Brian had done, and, man, were you happy. You wanted him to suffer the humiliation you went through when the press first found out about Harry. They called you all sorts of things, you got threats in the mail, and you lost so many fans. You wanted the same for Brian, but you’d never say that. As you kept reading one sentence made you stop, Last album expected to include anything from Brian May. “Rog, what does this mean?” You pointed out the statement to him. “John, Freddie, and I want him gone. He’s caused enough and he’s toxic for the band. We’re simply kicking him out, and it wasn’t even my idea originally.” He hummed to you and grabbed your hand in his. “What will you do then without a guitarist?” You started to grow worried for them. “Freddie’s offered to play guitar until we find someone new. We’ve been looking for someone already.” He shrugged as he spoke, seemingly not phased by the slight crisis. “I can help you all look, I know a few people who might be of interest.”
Almost a year had passed since they made Brian leave the band, you and roger were stronger than ever, and they were still looking for a permanent guitarist. Sure, they had gone through some good guitarists but none of them matched the energy they needed. So, they asked you to join for a few shows. It was like a new fire was lit inside of everyone, even the crowd. You stayed with them the rest of the tour and had the best time of your life. Your bonds with Freddie and John were the same as your first tour with them, amazing. It was even better that you got to bring Harry with you to every continent. One day though, everyone was acting weird, and not like normal. Nobody really talked to you, not even your son, and you were freaking out. You went in search of Roger first, checking his dressing room, and that sight almost melted your heart. There was Roger, sitting across from Harry, “And I wanted to ask you first if you’d like me to officially become your dad? I haven’t talked to your mom about it but I wanted to know what you think.” Harry was smiling but confused “so you’re not my real dad?” Roger shook his head, face never faltering from his calm smile “No but i can promise you that I’ll love you like I am. So what do you say? Wanna become a Taylor if you’re mom says yes?” Harry jumped up and hugged Roger immediately repeating yes over and over again. If you say yes. You didn’t catch it. It didn’t hit you until mid show right after you all finished Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Roger was down on one knee in front of you. A large diamond ring in a velvet box, staring you right in the face. You were speechless to say the least. All you could do was nod and cry, words just wouldn’t come out. That’s why everyone had been weird, nobody wanted to accidentally tell you about Roger’s plan, and boy was it a relief. After the show everyone was dying to see the ring so both you and Roger got almost no alone time.
John had taken Harry for the night in his hotel room, you and Roger could not be any happier at that point. “I love you so much.” You were straddling Roger on the bed, in an intense makeout session. You both held so much adrenaline and excitement from the concert and it was very clear in many ways. “I love you too, Y/N. So fucking much.” Roger had his lips on every piece of exposed skin from your chest up. It felt good, it really did, but the conversation he had with Harry was stuck in your mind. You cupped his face gently and pulled him off of you “when were you going to ask me about Harry?” He was a bit out of breath at that point, lips swollen “I thought maybe one life changing question a day would be best, but I guess since you love to eavesdrop I’ll ask you now.” You both chuckled lightly and you gave him a peck on the lips, “I can’t think of anyone better to be his dad.” Roger was beaming by this point, you could have sworn he had tears in his eyes too. “Thank you. Thank you so much for saying yes, both times.” He kissed all over your face then rolled over so that he was over you. And oh boy was it a fun and long night with very little sleep.
The next few months consisted of very strict wedding planning, and many court meetings to complete the adoption process and with Brian never being in the picture made everything finalize in three months. The wedding was set, surprisingly no one was that nervous. Rehearsal dinner rolled around and it was, well, a disaster. Somebody (you and Roger) decided drinking before was a great idea. It fucking wasn’t. By the middle of the dinner you two were drunk, to simply state it. Veronica had to help you out of the dining hall and to your cab that she had called for you and Roger. John and Freddie went to help Roger but he just yelled at them saying he was fine and could walk there on his own, oh how he couldn’t. The next morning when you woke up, Roger was passed out next to you. It was the wedding day, terrifying really. You snuck out of your bed and went to the venue that had a Bridal room, holding your dress, in it. Veronica, Mary, and Roger’s sister were there waiting on you. “You look a little rough this morning. Too much to drink?” Veronica jokes with you. You rolled your eyes playfully and punched her on the arm, “me? Never!” The four of you all got ready together, which felt like forever, in the smaller room. When Roger woke up, he was excited. He went to go wake Harry up and they went to the Groom’s room, being met with Freddie John, and Jim. He was greeted with hugs and champagne bottles, “I’m not drinking all of this by myself. Y/N will kill me if I’m drunk at the wedding too.” John was the first to pop open a bottle and poured everyone their drinks, giving Harry a water in a champagne glass. “A toast to adding another Taylor and soon many more little Taylor’s. God help the world.” Freddie raised his glass and everyone cheered. Two hours before the ceremony was to start the men began to get ready, messing around the whole time too.
“Okay Flower girl? Go.” John and Veronica’s little girl went down first, throwing petals. You had hired a wedding planner and she was magnificent, giving everyone their cue’s, “Groom you’re on!” You could here her not to far from you and it felt like so many weights had been lifted. Roger on the other hand was freaking the hell out. “Maid of Honor, Best man? Now.” Veronica and John walked down the aisle and you stepped out of the Bridal room, struggling to get the train of your dress out, “Groomsman.” Freddie and Jim walked together, by request of you actually, “and final bridesmaids!” Then Mary and Roger’s sister walked together, their choice. Your planner came walking over to you quickly helping your dress out, “Ready, soon to be Misses?” You nodded with the biggest smile and she led you to the doors where Harry met you. You hadn’t told Roger, but Harry was giving you away “Ready mummy? Daddy’s really nervous.” You laughed a little bit at that and nodded, “Yes I am. Are you?” He nodded and the doors opened. Many more people than you originally thought had shown up. Every single seat was full. Harry walked you down the aisle and he held both of the rings. The whole process went perfectly until the officiant asked if anyone was against it. Brian stood up in the very back corner and made his way to the front, “Me. Do not marry him, Y/N. You’ll regret it soon.” You looked between him and Roger, your eyebrows furrowed. Roger just shrugged and you rolled your eyes. Of course you had just given the planner your entire phone book with Brian in it still. “Brian sit the fuck down can’t you see I’m trying to get married here?” You gestured to Roger. Snickers were going around the room as everyone tried to not laugh at your remark. Brian didn’t say anything, your planner just had to drag him out. Everyone was silent for a moment, the moment being very awkward until Roger stuck his tongue out at you. It made you burst into laughter and everyone else joined in. After the laughter stopped the officiant began again, “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, do you take Roger Meddows Taylor to be your lawfully wedded husband?” You nodded, “I do.” “And do you Ro-“ “Yep. I do.” Roger was quick to answer. “Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” And so he did.
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