I've Been Waiting for You
Summery: Roger and (Y/N) are caught off guard when she goes into labor. Suddenly their lives are laid before them as they prepare to greet their first child. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby #birth
Love is Art
Prompt: Can I request a soulmate au with 80's Roger? Where when your soulmate draws one their body it appears on your body in the same space and Roger's soulmate is an artist. She likes to draw very intricate and extravagant things on her thighs. One day Roger sees his tour assistant in a skirt with a matching drawing on her thigh. #part 1 of 2 #soulmates au
Best Grandpa Ever
Prompt: I was wondering if I could request some grandpa Roger Taylor where the reader is the partner of Rufus and they are pregnant with/ or has a small boy perhaps 1-3 years and Roger is this doting grandpa and the reader has a relationship to Roger as being just like a daughter to him? #rufus taylor x reader #dad!rufus #mom!reader #grandpa!roger #child
Family
Roger's wife and kids visit him at the recording studio #dad!roger #mom!reader #children #baby
*We're Not Normal
Reader is taken to the hospital when she has difficulty breathing. Roger and reader learn reader is 9 months pregnant and she is in labor. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #suprise baby #birthing problems #queen member!reader
Roger Taylor-Freddie's Best Friend
Plot: being Freddie’s best friend means supporting him on everything, and being in love with Roger Taylor means suffering in silence, doesn’t it? Maybe a little trip to the fields can change that, but not in the best way. #series #part 1 of 12 #best friends!freddie and reader
Daughter of Roger Taylor
So Roger had a daughter and she is the only kid in the group and Freddie is always there to joke and have a good time with her and John always dances with her while playing and Brian always talks to her about different stars(he tries to make it interesting thinking she would be bored but she really did like it). Can you write about what happens one day she is sick and the four take care of her? #dad!roger #daughter!reader #sick #child
Fill in the Blank
Summary: Roger cares for the reader, his best friend, who has shown up at his door in the middle of the night, in need of him. #single mom!reader #series #part 1 of 10 #mom!reader #step-dad!roger #pregnancy #new baby #abusive ex #protective!roger #engagment #marriage
The Weight of the World
Synopsis: Roger’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or maybe it’s just the drumming.
Ben Hardy x Reader x Roger Taylor Series
You, Roger, and Ben have found your soulmates in each other. Queen was founded several years ago, making Ben and Roger nearly the same age. All BxRxR stories and blurbs take place in the same world. #series #part 1 of 36 #chapters #blurbs #headcanon #group text #polyamourous relationship #dad!roger #dad!ben #mom!reader #3-way marriage #puppy #dog
Maverick
A writer for a magazine was hired to follow Queen on tour detailing the bands life and their families. #marriage #tour #interview
Out of Time
Reader finds herself in the 1970s on her 23rd birthday and bumps into queen in their earlier days. Her and Roger fall in love. Will she want to return to the future once it is time? #series #complete #part 1 of 34 #somewhat sad ending #somewhat alternate ending
Falling Slowly
Reader works under Jim Beach as Queen’s lawyer. She and Roger fall in love #series #completed #part 1 of 32 #lawyer of queen!reader
All Grown Up
You return home after a few years and catch Roger’s eye. WARNING: age gap (19 & 32), breeding kink, pregnancy mentions #brother!brian #sister!reader #pregnancy
Child of Mine
Roger is dating reader who is a single mother and they raise her daughter together. #series #part 1 of 5 #dad!roger #mom!reader #stepdad!roger #single mom!reader #child #pregnancy
Tears Ricochet
Reader has been in a coma for the last couple of years and when she wakes up she finds that her boyfriend Roger now has a wife and child. Has he really moved on though? #series #ongoing #past relationship #angst
Slipping Through My Fingers
Ben and taylor!reader’s wedding day #ben hardy x reader #dad!roger #daughter!reader #current!roger #wedding
Hi! Can you do an imagine where Roger start to have grey hair and is afraid that the reader will start to think that he's getting old and maybe won't like him as much as she did when he was younger?
i LOVE this request
You walked into your house pushing the door with your back as you held the grocery bags in both of your arms. “I’m back home” you announced on your way to the kitchen but had no replies back. Once you put the bags on the table you could hear some voices and the television going on in the living room. After putting all the food in the cupboards and in the fridge you walked over to the lounge finding your eight years old Elliot sat on the couch watching cartoons and your four years old Hazel playing with lego on the carpet. “Hey loves” you say as you sat down. “Hi mommy” your daughter says as she kept playing and your son laid his head on your lap cuddling on you “Where’s dad?” you ask as you play with your son’s hair “Bathroom” he replies not leaving his gaze from the television.
You met Roger ten years ago when he was thirty and you were twenty-six. You were working as a journalist and had an interview with the band, you could see how he was flirting with you and you couldn’t lie that he was extremely attractive. You couldn’t say it was love at first sight, yes, you were charmed by him but you also knew that he was famous for being a ladys man. What you didn’t know was that he can be pretty persistent and can’t accept a no as an answer. He sent flowers to your office and kept calling until you agreed on going out on a date with him. You found out that behind the man who tried to follow the rock star clichè there actually was a really kind and funny man and it was inevitable for you to fall in love with him. After two years of relationship, you found out that you were pregnant with your first child Elliot, a surprise for you and Roger but you both couldn’t be happier to start your own little family. Four years later, both because Elliot couldn’t stop asking you for a little sibling and because you and Rog wanted another kid, Hazel came into your life and you could feel that your little family was finally complete.
After a while that Roger still didn’t come back from the bathroom you started to wonder what was actually happening to him. “I’m going to check on dad” Lifting softly your son from your lap you got up from the couch and walked to the main bathroom. “Love?” you asked knocking at the door. “Yes?” Rog’s voice was low.“Is everything alright?” you spoke through the door, your hand already on the handle.“More or less.”“Can I come in?” “Hmmh” he mumbled. You slowly opened the door not knowing what you would find in front of you, and you could think of may scenarios but none of them was what you saw. Roger was standing in front of the mirror, hands in his hair as he kept looking at his reflection “I have grey hair.” His eyes still fixed on the mirror. “I know” you had to bite your lip to hold back the smile that was forming on your lips. Your back was laying against the doorframe as you watched your husband’s figure “It’s not one or two anymore, basically my whole head is grey.” “Well, I can say that I noticed.” A small chuckle left your mouth.Roger sighed as he walked to the toilet and after closing it he sat on it. “I’m getting old” he mumbled looking at the floor.“We all are love.” You said with a tender voice as you walked toward him.“Yes but you’re not as old as me” He argued back looking up at you. “I mean, look at you, you are thirty-six and still so gorgeous while I am turning all grey, I even have gained some weight. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d find yourself a more attractive man.”“Oh, don’t be stupid.” You spat back. “I don’t even want you to think that I will ever find someone else.” You straddled his lap, laying your hands on his neck as your thumbs stroked his skin. “After ten years and two kids, I can also say that I don’t look as good as I did when I was twenty-six. Roger, I don’t want to sound like a bitch but you already had white hair for a while and if it had been a problem for me I wouldn’t have married you last year, don’t you think?” You chuckled looking at him and a small smile formed on his lips. “You’re forty years old, it’s normal to have grey hair.” “I’m still not forty. My birthday’s in a month.” He mumbled.“Okay.” You rolled your eyes jokingly. “You are thirty-nine and you are the sexiest man I know.” “Hotter than Richard Gere?” “Are you kidding? Way hotter than Richard Gere.” Your smile reassured him and made him understand that he was making a whole scene for nothing. “No one compares to you.”Your lips found his ones and what started as a simple chaste kiss turned out in a hot making out session but once Roger’s hands started to wander under your t-shirt you had to stop them. “The kids are in the living room.” You said as you laid your forehead against his and pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath. “Let’s put them to bed.” He suggested as his lips found your neck. “It’s four in the afternoon.” You giggled as you pulled away stopping him.“Does it mean that I have to wait till tonight for you to show me how sexy you think I am?”You nodded biting your bottom lip. “You’ll have to wait till tonight to know how sexy I think my old man his.”He laughed and after that you got up he slapped lightly your bum “If I’m that old maybe I won’t be able to do certain things.”“Only your loss baby.” You smirked while leaving the bathroom. “Only your loss.”
anonymous said: Hi there!! Could you do an AU Roger Tayor fanfiction where he is a single dad and he meets the reader and really likes her and finally introduces her to his kid and she is so sweet with them and then eventually the kid ends up calling her mommy and just cute af fluff please and thank you??
(a/n: i’m so sorry i had to make the kid a girl. Imagining roger w a little girl just spoiling the shit out of her made my anti-kid heart swell a little bit. gif credit to @imladrs hehe ok time 2 code a website for class before it’s due woops)
“A surprise?! A puppy!”
“It’s not a puppy, sweetheart, it’s something better!” you heard Roger explain from the other side of the door, and you had to giggle as you listened for Camellia’s sweet little voice.
“Better than a puppy?” the young girl asked in disbelief, a small bit of attitude in her tone as you heard Roger laugh and walk towards the door. Suddenly, you were extremely nervous about all of this. It didn’t help that as they got to the door, Cam exclaimed, “Daddy, nothing is better than a puppy.”
“Oh, don’t be silly,” Roger dismissed teasingly, and you heard him pick up his daughter, making her squeal in delight. “Up you go, lovie. Are you ready?”
This was it. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as the front door unlocked, and you briefly imagined the worst case scenarios – Cam takes one look at you, decides you’re not interesting, and asks where the puppy is. Or she doesn’t even acknowledge you, or worse – she does, but she says she doesn’t like you.
Swallowing hard, you put on a smile as the door swung open. There was Roger, dressed to the nines in a simple t-shirt and track pants. His short but slightly curly hair was sleep-worn, and he looked very much like a dad today, which was not at all what he usually looked like. It was like seeing him again for the first time.
You remembered when you’d seen him for the first time. They were recording The Game in Munich, where you were visiting family, and you’d run into him by chance at a record store one afternoon. You were perusing the selections when you’d picked up an old Queen album, and a man nearby had scoffed at your selection – or so you’d thought.
“What’s so funny?” you asked, curiously watching the blonde who was standing around four feet away, holding a Jimi Hendrix vinyl. “Queen not your cup of tea?”
The man’s eyes were obscured behind dark sunglasses, unreadable – he didn’t remotely look like the last time you’d seen a picture of Roger Taylor, so it was no wonder you didn’t recognize him. You were admittedly a bit out of the loop, so the last time you’d seen a picture of the man in passing was years ago, and he was sporting a long, shaggy haircut and a lighter, bohemian-esque fit. This man was in a leather jacket and black tshirt, with a chunky chain necklace to match the wallet chain that was hanging from the belt loop on his jeans. His wavy blonde hair was cropped to a medium-short length, and it was unbelievably messy. There was an innocent look to his face, but a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth, as if he knew more than he let on.
“Oh, Queen?” he said, and you marveled at the Anglo-Cornish accent that pervaded the surprisingly mellow voice of someone who looked like they’d just stepped out of a Black Sabbath concert. “They’re all a bunch of cock-stars, really.”
“Ah.” You looked at the Queen II album cover in your hand, pointing to the one on the left (which you later found out was John) and looking at the man again. “He looks like a nice chap. Not bad looking either.”
“Oh, he might be the worst of them all,” he quickly replied, an impish grin sneaking its way onto his lips. “I’ve met them all. They’re insufferable. Don’t waste your time on them, gorgeous.”
“Really?” you asked, intrigued now and mainly ignoring his come-on. Although you weren’t sure whether you should trust a stranger’s word that they’d met such a big band, anything was possible. After all, you’d heard they were recording in the area. “Honestly? I don’t really know any of them. Usually don’t listen to this type of music.”
The toothy grin on his face was practically cracking his cheeks by this point, and you tried not to be too unnerved by this giddiness as he spoke. “The lead singer is a big drama queen, and that chap you pointed to? Right prick. Full of himself. The drummer might be the only one worse than him.” He chuckled, then shook his head and set the Hendrix album down, stepping just a foot or two closer and leaning against the stack of records next to him. “You said you don’t listen to this kind of music. What brings you over to this part of the store then?”
“Me?” you asked, almost confused that he was showing interest in your record selection. But you’d been chatted up in weirder places than a record store, so you played into it. “I usually listen to Stevie Wonder and the Commodores and Marvin Gaye, stuff like that. Just thought I’d change it up a bit, you know? I’m visiting an aunt here for a month or two since I just graduated uni, so I’ve got time out my arse for new music.”
“Uni? So you were a student. Where at?” he asked, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head. He had inquisitive eyes that were a shocking shade of blue, and he watched you patiently as he waited for an answer.
“London.”
“London, a lovely place. I’m actually from London myself, I’m also in the city visiting… What did you study at uni? Modeling?”
Scoffing at the notion, you were about to answer when a much taller man with a wild mop of brown curls approached the strange blonde from behind, clapping a hand to his shoulder and looking at you with curious eyes before looking down at the blonde. “Made a friend, Roger?” came the smooth, slightly lower voice of the second strange man, and you swore you’d seen his face before as he looked back to you again. After a quick glance at the album in your hand, he gave a quick chuckle and let go of Roger’s shoulder. “You going to buy that for her?”
“I was just telling her how the guitarist is a massive knobhead,” Roger replied teasingly, and you looked down to the album to be smacked across the face with the answer. The two men in front of you were right there, on the cover of Queen II, and you’d been sitting here like an idiot, not even realizing you were shooting the shit with one of the members of the band.
“Oh, eat a dick,” the man with curls laughed, shoving Roger’s head forward and grabbing the Hendrix album that he’d left sitting on top of other records. “Better have told her the drummer sucks something awful.”
A blush was quickly creeping up on your cheeks as you witnessed the interaction, not sure if you should apologize for not recognizing them or be thankful that he wasn’t offended. But Roger ended up being delighted to find a new Queen fan in you, and took down your number before he left with the man who introduced himself as Brian.
Roger ended up taking up most of your time in Munich after that, taking you all over the city on romantic dates, including a private boat ride up the river. Even once, he brought you by the studio for a brief visit when Freddie called him. You were ecstatic to see that side of the music industry, and you even got to meet John, who was amused to hear that you’d thought he looked nice on the cover of Queen II (Roger got an earful for that one later).
In fact, you spent so much time around him that you were upset when it was time for you to finally leave. But Roger promised he’d visit you as soon as they were done recording, and he did. He also said he had a surprise for you when he got back, and you were floored to find out what the surprise really was.
He had a 4 year old daughter from a previous relationship that he’d been dying to tell you about, and she was almost a carbon copy of him. Beautiful blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and from what he’d told you, an attitude bigger than the Earth itself. But she was sweet as well, and she loved her dad dearly, just as much as he loved her.
“I want you to meet her,” he’d said one day, when you were both lounging on your bed back in London. He was playing with your hand, his head resting on your belly as he looked up at you.
“Meet Camellia?” You panicked a little, chewing on your lip as you ran a hand through his hair. This was a bit sudden for you, seeing as you’d only been involved together for around 3 to 4 months, but maybe he was just talking in the future. “When?”
“Tomorrow,” he answered quickly, an edge of excitement in his voice as he propped himself up on his elbows, one on either side of you. Oh, Jesus, tomorrow? “She’s itching to meet you. Ever since I showed her a picture of you on the river in Munich, she’s been wanting to meet ‘dad’s girly-friend.’”
You cooed softly, smiling as he crawled to hover over you, trapping you down to the bed. “But Rog, what if she ends up not liking me?” you worried, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead before pressing your palm to his cheek. He smiled affectionately, then pressed a quick kiss to the inside of your hand before nuzzling it.
“She’ll adore you, promise.” He then kneeled between your legs, pressing his fists into the mattress as he carefully lowered himself so he was laying on top of you, resting his head on your chest. You shifted a bit so he rested between your legs better, then began to brush your fingers back through his hair and ponder the idea a bit.
“Is she not with her mom tomorrow?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at the ceiling. You couldn’t really pinpoint why you felt so overwhelmed by the concept of meeting Cam – it was possible that it was mainly because you desperately wanted her acceptance. Roger had quickly become a fixture in your life, and you were pretty fond of him. It would be horrible if the number one girl in his life decided that she didn’t like number two, which was you. You couldn’t even let yourself make Roger choose between the two of you – you’d have to leave him, just to make Cam happy. That thought scared you a lot.
“No, I gave her the next few days off. I wanted to spend alone time with the little bugger.” You could feel the rumble of his chuckle against your chest, resounding deep into your heart, and you smiled a bit as you shook your head.
“Alone time?” you repeated, and Roger laughed at your not-so-subtle prying.
“Alone time with you included, of course.” You raised an eyebrow, and Roger looked up at you, grinning before moving back up to support himself on his elbows again, giving you a quick kiss. “Baby, I swear. She will love you. I might have to beg her to spend time with me at the end of the day.”
And that was that. You’d agreed to come over in the morning, and now here you were, a fatherly Roger holding an energetic and curious young girl on his shoulders. She was peeking down at you over her father’s head, and he gave you a wide smile before looking up at Cam.
“Cammy, this is the lady I’ve been telling you about. Y/N, come in!” he invited, opening the door wider and stepping to the side as Cam never took her eyes off you. She had a devilish grin, much like her dad, and you smiled right back as you stepped inside, looking around a bit at the unfamiliar den area. “It’s a bit of a mess, sorry. Cam here has been a whirlwind this morning.”
“Have not!” the 4 year-old protested, plugging Roger’s nose as an act of vengeance. “You’re a whirlywind,” she taunted back, wiggling his nose and making him laugh as he looked up at her.
“Help, don’t let her take my nose!” he cried out in a melodramatic (and nasally) voice, looking at you as Cam giggled in pure glee and pretended to snatch his nose before he sat her back down on the ground and held a hand over his face. “Oh no, don’t give it to Y/N, I’ll never see it again!”
The reverse psychology worked remarkably well, and she ran straight over to you, handing you the invisible nose before running off and shrieking. “Run! Run!” You were absolutely dumbfounded by how flawlessly he functioned as a dad, so you stood there, smiling in awe at him for a second before remembering your mission. Smiling sheepishly, you pretended to put the ‘nose’ in your back pocket, then took off after Cam.
Roger’s laughter echoed through the den as he jogged after you two, and you found Cam peeking out of the closet in the hallway, waiting for you to come in. When you did, she pulled the door shut with a little struggle, and then shushed you quickly as you two crouched in the semi-darkness. “Daddy will never find us in here.”
“Good thinking,” you whispered, watching Roger’s shadows shift by under the door as he called out your names. You feigned handing her the nose, which she accepted with both of her hands. “Where should we hide his nose?”
“Let’s run and hide it in the backyard on the count of three,” she whispered back, listening as Roger’s voice got farther away. “One, two.. three!”
You threw open the door and she ran out immediately, her long, thin blonde hair flying out behind her as she came face to face with Roger, who was hiding just around the corner. He picked her up quickly, tickling her and eliciting shrieks and giggles that made break out into laughter.
“Where’s it at? I’ll tickle you until you tell me!” he laughed, moving her to his side and attacking her tummy with relentless tickles as she squirmed and writhed with laughter.
“Y/N has it!” she gasped out between laughs, and your jaw dropped as you realized she was even more clever than you’d anticipated.
Letting Cam down gently to the floor, Roger watched as she took off again, and you shrugged as he walked over to you and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, love. Have you had breakfast yet?” His arms snaked around your waist, and he glanced behind him to make sure Cam wasn’t in sight before he stole another kiss, this one on the lips and far more eager than the last.
Pulling away before he got too into it, you smiled fondly and rested your hands on his chest, nodding. “I grabbed something on the way here, had to calm my nerves.”
“Nerves? Over her?” he gently teased, squeezing your waist and making you roll your eyes playfully. “Isn’t she a little spitfire? I’ve been chasing her all morning. Can’t wait for her to pass out in a few hours.”
“She is, she is,” you agreed, kissing him one last time before reaching behind you to take his hands and unwrap them from around you. He pouted a bit, but didn’t have time to complain, for Cam came back around the corner with a new game already in mind.
You spent the rest of the morning entertaining her and all her wild ideas. When she finally got sleepy just after lunch, Roger was more than happy to tuck her in for a nap. He quickly roped you into a cuddle session on the large recliner in his living room as soon as she was out, and you found yourself wrapped up in his toned, slim arms, your legs weaved together as you both talked about your first impressions.
“She’s so smart, like unbelievably clever.” Roger yawned a bit, stretching before wrapping his arms back around you and grinning, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
He looked adorably sleepy, and his eyelids fluttered closed as he mumbled, “Don’t know where in the hell she got that from, because her mother’s no genius.”
“Roger, be nice!” you scolded quietly, Roger snickering to himself as he pulled you closer and buried his face in your neck. “She’s a brainiac, just like her dad.” Roger smiled against your neck, but only made a sleepy noise of contentment in response. Admittedly, you were getting a bit tired too, and cuddly Roger wasn’t helping as you felt yourself being lulled off to sleep quickly. “What if she wakes up while we’re still asleep?” you murmured, closing your eyes as you cuddled closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Trust me, she’ll get us up,” he muttered, and you wondered what in the hell that was supposed to mean before you quickly drifted off to sleep, content and warm in Roger’s embrace.
You found out what that meant. You were quickly jolted out of your sleep not even an hour later as Camellia pounced on the both of you, garnering a quick yelp from you and a groan from Roger as you both stirred and blinked sleepily. “Naptime’s over, let’s play house!”
This day quickly became a routine in the months that post-production of Queen’s album neared its close. When work would allow it, you’d find yourself over at his place, spending the day with him and Cam. She quickly grew attached to you, and Roger always told you how she lamented over your absence whenever you couldn’t make it. In fact, she had gotten so used to you being around that she’d accidentally let the M word slip one day, closer to Roger’s time to leave for tour.
“Daddy, no boys allowed!” Cam sassed, trying to shut the door to her bedroom as Roger peeked in at the two of you playing with her dolls. You were cross-legged near her dollhouse, and you raised an eyebrow before sticking your tongue out at Roger playfully. That got a laugh out of him, and he fought back to keep the door open just enough for his head to poke through as he begged Cam to let him in.
“Go away, boys have cooties!” you teased, and Roger shot you a devilish look as you grinned innocently and waved at him.
“Yeah, leave mum and I alone!” Cam added, and that brought you to a full stop as Roger’s face quickly softened. He looked at you with an apologetic look, but you felt a slow smile creep onto your face. If she thought of you as that important of a person in her life, you were more than okay with that. Sure, you weren’t anywhere near ready to be a mom, but the fact that she trusted and respected you enough to call you mom thrilled you.
Relief washed over his face as he realized you weren’t alarmed, but relief quickly turned to pain as he forgot to fight back against Cam’s incessant pushing on the door. His head was briefly squeezed between the door and the doorframe, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Cam giggled evilly at the look on his face.
Giving you a quick glance, he pouted, but there was an almost imperceptible smile hinting at the corner of his lips as he retreated. You watched fondly as he waved at Cam, who was peeking at him through the doorway, and she waved back before quickly shutting the door and starting to walk back over to you.
“Pysch!” Roger yelled not even five seconds later, opening the door and forcing his way into the room as Cam whirled around and immediately jumped on him. You laughed as he pretended to fall to the floor from her attack, letting her quickly take over the wrestling match.
Crawling over to where they were, you watched curiously as Roger whispered something in Cam’s ear. What were they planning, the little shits? You received a trademark devilish grin from the both of them suddenly, and you had no time to react before you were quickly overwhelmed, Cam shouting in glee as she tickled you and Roger held your hands above your head. “Get ‘er, Cammy! Don’t stop till she’s cryin’ for mercy!”
Summary: Roger and his daughter Posy spend the afternoon making flower crowns in the garden. Inspired by the song “Peggy-O” by Simon and Garfunkel.
Pairings: Implied Roger x wife
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: None!
A/N: I got really soft thinking about 70′s Roger having a little girl named Posy Meddows, and this fic is the result. It’s cute and sad and really soft. Enjoy! ♡
Everyone always said she looked like him, with that long blonde hair that turned golden in the afternoon sun and those baby blue eyes that looked at everything with wonder. He thought she had her mum’s features, with dimples that showed every time she giggled and freckles across her cheeks. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen apart from her mum, and he didn’t go a day without wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.
She liked to play in the garden, he’d found, wrapping her little hand around one of his fingers and asking him to come with her. How could he do anything but follow? He sat in the grass warmed by the summer sun and watched her play, her lovely face flushed and her her sweet voice telling him everything she could think of. He would never tire of listening to her little stories.
“Do you have to go away soon, daddy?” she’d asked, sitting in his lap and watching the hummingbirds on the honeysuckle bush. He combed his fingers through her hair.
“A few days,” he said.
“Where are you going?”
He tried to remember. The locations all seemed to blur together after a while.
“France,” he said finally. “You know, with the Eiffel Tower?”
She hopped up from his lap, her face alight with excitement. “Ooh, daddy, it’s gigantic, isn’t it? Do you think you could get to the top and see the whole world?”
He smiled. “I’ll take one one day and we’ll find out.”
“Could I go with you this time?”
He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Not this time, my love.”
Her shoulders fell. “Oh. Okay, daddy. Next time.”
He hated disappointing her more than anything in the world, but he felt that he had become nothing but a disappointment to her. He was gone for months at a time, missing her grow, missing the little things like hand-drawn pictures and bedtime stories and sweet little kisses. He tried to make the most of his time with her when he was home, but every time he left he found it harder to say goodbye.
“Let me show you something Uncle Brian taught me,” he said, wanting to cheer her up. “Go and pick as many daisies as you can, and make sure they have long stems.”
She did as he said and took her time collecting a fistful of flowers, bringing them over to him when she was done. “Is this good, daddy?”
He smiled at her. “Perfect, my lovely,” he said. She beamed and sat next to him on the grass, the skirt of her blue dress laying out around her.
“You can weave them together like this,” he said, showing her how. “And when you have enough, it makes a crown.”
“Like a fairy crown,” she said in a hushed voice.
He chuckled. “Yes, like a fairy crown.” He handed the one he’d started to her, helping her weave them together while making one of his own.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“Can you sing our song?”
He looked up at her, struck as he often was by just how deeply he loved her. This beautiful thing that had come from him, the little girl who shared his hair and his eyes but had so much sweetness and loveliness that he knew couldn't have come from him. It came from her mum, and it came from her own charm and intelligence and beauty that would only grow as she did.
“Of course I can, sweetheart,” he said. As if he could have denied her anything in his power to give. He sang softly as they worked on their flower crowns, only for her to hear.
“Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Posy-o, come a runnin' down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair, you’re the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o.”
He’d sung it to her since she was a baby, changing the name “Peggy” in the song for her name, Posy. Posy Meddows Taylor, the light of his life, the best thing that had ever happened to him. The best of him and her mum. The prettiest little girl in all of England, he was sure.
“I’m finished!” she said excitedly after a while. “Here, daddy, try it on.”
He leaned closer to let her put the crown on his head; she beamed at him.
“You look very pretty,” she said with a giggle.
He laughed, setting his finished crown on her golden curls. “Not nearly as pretty as you, Posy-o.”
She looked up at him from under her long lashes. “We’re the king and queen of the fairy kingdom, aren’t we, daddy?”
“Yes we are,” he said gently, his chest tightening. What he wouldn’t give for a lifetime of afternoons like this one, his only care in the world making flower crowns for his daughter. “You’re going to mind the kingdom while I’m gone, right?”
She gave a solemn nod. “Don’t worry, daddy.”
A sad smile crossed his face. “I’m not worried, sweetheart. I know you’ll do perfectly.”
“But you’ll come back soon, though, won’t you?” she asked, suddenly worried.
He gathered her in his arms, kissing her cheek. “Before you know it, my love. I’ll be missing you every day, though. I miss you so much when I’m gone.”
She played with his wedding band, turning it round on his finger. “I miss you too, daddy. Why do you have to go away so much?”
He sighed. “You uncles would have my head if I didn’t go with them.” Though he knew it’d cause a fight to ask for more time between tours, he also knew that they understood how he felt. It was just as hard for them to be away from their families, no matter how much they all loved being with each other. It was like they were leading dual lives, being a part of two families at once.
“They need you to play, don’t they?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts. “They can’t play without you, can they, daddy?”
He gave a soft laugh. “No, they can’t.” He should tell them she’d said that; they’d get a kick out of it.
“It’s very important work, isn’t it?” she asked. He could tell she was repeating what her mum had told her.
“I think so,” he said. “We make a lot of people really happy, I think.”
She turned to face him, putting her little hand to his face. “You make me really happy, daddy.”
He took a breath, feeling tears come. He closed his eyes and drew her hand to his lips to kiss her tiny fingers.
“You make me really happy too,” he said softly, his voice hoarse. “Happier than anything else in the world.”
She leaned against his chest and he held her closer, rocking her gently. He sang her song to her, his voice mixing with the birdsong and the rustling sway of the wildflowers. He memorized the feel of her weight against him, the sweetness of her voice as she sang along with the chorus, the way her fingers went to play with his necklace. He let it wash over him, this perfect afternoon, so he would have it to remember when he was halfway across the world from his little girl.
“I love you, little Posy,” he told her.
Her smile was more beautiful to him than anything else in the world. “I love you too, daddy.”
Dad!Roger where one of your kids walk in you two? Thaaanks 💘
Dad!Roger x readerWarnings: sex
“I tugged both in their beds and they’re now asleep” Roger said as he closed the door of your bedroom behind his back
“Thank you” you smiled as you made yourself comfortable between the pillows, you had been away the whole day because of work and since Roger was on break from his tour he looked after the children. “Do I have to tug in bed also my beautiful wife?” he smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt.“Do you really have to?” you grinned putting the book you were reading on the bedside table.“I was just suggesting” he shrugged chuckling.“No” you shook your head giggling “I meant, do you really want to sleep?” you asked biting your lip while looking at your husband’s figure.Roger quirked his brow “What are you proposing?” “Oh, I’m pretty sure you know what’s in my mind” you got on your knees moving to the edge on the bed and then sat on your heels. You pulled Roger over by the hem of his now open shirt and your lips met with his “Yes, I think you made pretty clear what’s your intention” he mumbled in the kiss. You wasted no time at unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down. “Did you lock the door?” you asked as Roger’s lips left kisses along your collarbone. He just simply nodded as he climbed over you on the bed making you lay your back on the mattress. His hands started to play with your silk robe and his eyes widened once he opened it, revealing that you were only wearing your panties. “You had it all planned, hadn’t you?” A smirk formed on his lips as he started to kiss you down your chest.“I learned that with kids around is always better to get ready quickly” you joked as you ran your hand through his hair. “I couldn’t agree more” Roger looked up at you and hooked his fingers on your knickers pulling them down.“Someone’s eager huh?” “Better get ready quickly” he chuckled quoting you.You laughed softly pulling down his own underwear and then he kicked them off away on the floor. “Are we too old for foreplay?” Roger asked as he already got lower between your legs, his head disappearing under the bed sheets. “Don’t be ridiculous, we will never get old for that.” You bit your lip as you felt his mouth kissing your inner thigh. “But, knowing our daughter, she would probably get up and ask to sleep with us in the next hour or so, so it’s better if for tonight we skip that part.”“Right” Roger’s head reappeared from the cover and you laughed softly at him cupping his cheeks and bringing him over so you could kiss him.“Maybe this weekend or the next one we can leave the kids at my parents’ home. So we can have more time for ourselves” you wiggled your brows looking up at your husband who was now hovering you, bearing his weight with his arms laid on both sides of your head. “Sounds like a plan” he smiles and kissed you once again while he lined with you and slowly slide inside you. You had to put your hands on Roger’s neck and pull him closer to you so that your kiss could muffle your moans. With kids sleeping on the same floor as yours you both had to learn to be quiet during sex, in the beginning, when Elliot was a toddler you really had to fight and bite your lips tightly as you and Roger had never been a quiet couple. But with time you had managed to make fewer noises that you could. The room was filled with heavy breaths as Roger hid his face on the crook of your neck while thrusting into you “God baby, you feel so good” he mumbled against your skin.“Please Rog, go faster” you whined as you pressed your fingertips on his back and as he did as he was told you had to press your mouth against his shoulder to keep quiet.“Love, I-I’m close” you mumbled holding tight on Roger’s biceps. Holding tightly your hands Roger started to thrust as deep as he could trying to get you to your climax. That’s when you heard your bedroom door opening. Roger immediately froze as you heard the sounds of smalls steps on your floor. “Dad?” Hazel’s asked with her sleepy voice and even though you could murder Roger for not locking the door you were at least grateful that you had sheets covering your waists. “Why are you over mommy?”“I-I..” Roger looked at you, panick all over his face. “I had something in my eyes so mommy helped me get it out.” And after saying that he had the brilliant idea of sliding off from you and you had to bite your tongue to avoid any sound.“And you had to get over mom to do that?” you couldn’t see her but from her tone, you could say that a frown formed on your daughter’s face.
“I was tired and didn’t want to move” you tried to explain as Roger moved away from you, you quickly covered your chest with the blanket and reached over for your husband’s underwear which luckily was close to your side of the bed.
“Oh” Hazel said, still not completely convinced. “Can I sleep with you?” The little girl asked moving closer to your bed.“No!” both you and Roger exclaimed at the unison.She stopped immediately and pouted. “But-but I had a bad dream.”“Sweetheart” Roger said as he managed to put his underwear under the sheets “Come here” he then added owning a frown from you. Your daughter walked closer to his side of the bed and Rog picked her up while he stood up from the mattress. “Did you dream again about those monsters?” Hazel nodded as he laid her head on his shoulder. “You know that you are safe here, right? Mommy and I will never let anyone hurt you. We will protect you against anything” he explained while caressing her back. You sat there watching your husband calming down your daughter as you could feel your heart melting.
After a while, Hazel fell asleep in Roger’s arms and he walked to her bedroom to put her back to sleep. “I thought you told me you locked the door.” You scolded him once he walked back to bed.“Well, next time I will surely do it.” He chuckled wrapping his arms around you.“You owe me an orgasm” You joked laying your head on his chest.“Don’t worry, this weekend you’ll get as much as you want.”
Dad!Roger being brought to his kids Career Day at school
“Tomorrow’s career day at school” your son Elliot says while you are all having dinner together
You nod remembering that he already asked you to go some days ago
“Dad’s not working tomorrow, he could come with you” you suggest
”Yes, I’d love to, we’ll have a good time”Roger never had the chance to do it because of tours or the studio and he would actually love to be part of it
“I don’t know” Elliot mumbles while playing with his fork and looking down at his own plate “I already asked it to you mom”
“I know, but I get to do it every year. And I don’t mind if dad will come tomorrow, it will be fun”
“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea”
Elliot keeps looking at his plate and you can see that Roger’s smile drops
“Why don’t you guys go play to the living room while me and dad wash the dishes?” you suggest once dinner’s over
After that the kids run to the other room you get up and sit on Roger’s lap
“Do you think he’s embarrassed about me?” He askes, his tone really low and sad
“No love, it absolutely isn’t because of that” you try to reassure him as you lay your hands on the sides of his neck “he loves you and thinks you’re the coolest dad.”
“Then why he doesn’t want me there tomorrow?
“I’ll try to understand it, okay?” And you kiss your husband tenderly hoping to comfort him
Once you’ve tucked your son in you sit on his bed and caressed softly his hair
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“I-” “It’s that kids always think bad about me being dad’s son.”
“What do you mean?” you frown looking down at him
“They say that I have good notes only because my dad is Roger Taylor and- and they say that their parents told them the same thing.”
You had to hold back the anger that was forming inside you
You knew about those stupid parents talking bad about your son and favouritisms that he may have because of who his father is.
Bullshit, from the first moment you made it clear that no matter who his father is, Elliot’s got to make it in his own way.
“Screw them” you told him “They’re just jealous that their father isn’t a rockstar.”
A big smile forms on your son’s lips “They’re jealous that my dad is really cool”
“Exactly” you chuckled “If you are proud about your dad then this is the most important thing. It doesn’t matter what other people think.”
“Can you tell dad that I’m sorry and that I want him to come with me tomorrow?”
You smile lifting your gaze and see Roger laying against the doorframe
“Why don’t you tell him?”
The next day Elliot walks in class holding Roger’s hand and smiling up at his father.
When it’s his turn he stands up and says proudly. “This is my father Roger and he’s a drummer, he’s a rockstar.”
Roger can’t help but chuckle looking at his son and happily starts to talk about his job.
