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Author's Notes: Aaand here's the next chapter. Brian is a riddle that Roger is determined to get to the bottom of. Enjoy! XD
Excerpt:
May 1865
“It’s getting late,” Roger said, slowly rising from his seat, “and I am keeping you from your rest. I hope you have been sleeping well lately, my friend?”
He was pleased to see color flood Brian’s wan cheeks. “Very well, thank you,” Brian replied, reluctantly leading the way through the narrow passageway to the door. “I’ve been having good dreams lately.”
Roger smiled as Brian looked away, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “That is good. You ought to rest as much as you can to get your strength back.”
Brian’s answering smile gave way to a look of consternation as he opened the front door. “Oh,” he said at the thick, swirling fog. “Oh, no.”
“No matter,” said Roger bracingly. “It’s just a slight mist which will lift in no time. I can find my way home.”
“It’s as thick as pea soup,” Brian protested, dismayed. “You can’t go out there. There might be wolves, or…or something worse.”
Roger would have laughed at the thought of something worse than he, lurking in the dark.
“Stay,” pressed Brian, the urgency of the situation lending him some eloquence. “Stay the night. Here. With me.”
“Are you sure?” Roger queried, brow furrowed. “I do not want to be a bother—”
“You are no bother,” said Brian quickly, growing bolder under Roger’s gaze. “Stay with me.”
Roger gave him his small, sharp smile and said graciously, “Alright. If you insist.”
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How many gentle flowers grow in an English country garden? I'll tell you now of some I know, and those I miss I hope you'll pardon...
After being diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease, John Deacon elects to take part in the human trials for a possible cure, afraid of losing his ability to love forever should he opt for removal surgery.
In which John pines for his best friend, Brian loves a beautiful stranger from afar, Roger's mystery love keeps him relapsing, and somehow, they manage to fall in love.
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Maylor Week 2023!! day 5. @maylor-week
5 things that annoy Brian about Roger and one he loves.
rating: explicit.
relationships: Brian May/Roger Taylor; Brian May & Roger Taylor. characters: Brian May; Roger Taylor (Queen).
tags: Dirty Talk, 5+1 Things, Voyeurism, hickeys / bites, Clothed Sex, Semi-Public Sex, i guess??, handjob, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Frottage, elements of psychology, Maylor Week (Queen), maylorweek2023.
summary: five things that annoy Brian about Roger and one that he loves.
i have a question for you guys! no particular reason - im just curious. which one of my books is your favourite?? if you could tell me why in the comments as well that'd be awesome!!
favourite book of mine??
irresistible
seaside rendezvous
one shots
no nut november
let me in your heart again
maylor week '22
whatshisname
Voting ended onFeb 24, 2023
im curious so if you could vote id be very happy! you don't even have to have read all of my books, even if you've just read one and enjoyed it then sure! pick that! :)
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After three years... it's done! I've finished writing my maylor novel, Forgive. ♥ I've had so much fun working on it and now it's over.
Here's the link if you're interested! But be careful, there's angst and heavy subjects. Also, lots and lots of sweet love. And it's long.
Summary
A tragedy takes place, affecting Brian's life significantly, and Roger feels responsible for it. With all the problems this implies, their relationship's strength is put to the test.
Although he asks for Brian's forgiveness, Roger doesn't know if he will ever be able to forgive himself.
late but this is for my fanfic silouhette on the sidewalk ! i made as part of a christmas trade for sweetillusions!!! i fucked around with a new style as yall can see on the. last photo lol. now go read and give me kudos
Summary: During the News of the World tour Queen perform in Las Vegas. After a long night Brian wakes up next to Roger. As if that isn’t enough, they have wedding rings on their fingers…
Tags: drinking, mostly fluff, some angst
Words: 1,540
A/N: It's been 84 years... I'm finally back with the third chapter for this little story! If it's good is another thing, but in my defence I wrote this in September (I think) and I didn't have the nerve to rewrite it completely now, so I just edited it a bit. It's more of a cute filler chapter before shit goes down, really. I hope you like it nonetheless, the next part will be better. And yes, I know it's April, but that doesn't stop me from posting the Christmas chapter. Happy Easter to those who celebrate!
Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @queensilveryrog @bohemiansweede @musical-orgsm @babeytaylor
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2
“Merry Christmas Bri!”
Roger’s soft voice wakes Brian up. He turns around, rubbing his eyes and giving the blond a sleepy smile. “Merry Christmas Rog.”
This time he knows why he's in Roger's bed - well, more specifically in the guest bed. After their flight back home, the younger man invited Brian to stay at his house over the holidays. Since he would be alone anyways, he agreed to spend Christmas with his husband. On their first day in London all four of the boys went to buy presents for their friends and family. Brian's problem was that he wanted to get Roger the perfect present, but he didn't know what he would have actually liked and needed. Nonetheless, he found something that Roger would love. He hoped it would reduce the thick air between them.
For some reason it's unbelievably hard for Roger not to kiss Brian right then and there. He looks so angelic with his curly hair all over the place and his eyes on half-mast. Roger thinks he has never looked more beautiful. Well, maybe there was some other time he was as gorgeous as now, but right now he doesn't even make an effort. Brian has literally just woken up, yet that smile is enough to make his heart melt. Without really noticing it, Roger reaches over to push a few strands of hair out of the older man's face, causing him to blush and close his eyes again. “Hey, don't fall asleep again! I thought we could have breakfast and then open our presents?”
After eating the eggnog waffles Roger made, they rush into the living room to find their gifts, just as excited as little children. “The boys’ presents are also here if you don't mind,” Roger explains as he sits on the beige carpet in front of the Christmas tree. “Thought it would be nice if we could open them all at once.”
Brian nods and sits down next to him, smiling widely as he begins to search for his presents. The first one is Freddie's, a framed Doris Day quote, which is followed by a vinyl record wall clock John had made himself. While unpacking his own presents, Roger's eyes are constantly on his best friend, anxiously waiting for Brian to get to the gift he bought him. "From Rog to Bri," he reads, looking up at the blond, who just smiles. He slowly opens the box to reveal a camera - that new stereo camera in the store window he wanted so badly - as well as photo film and a strap. "Oh my God, Rog…" he whispers, taking it in his hands and admiring it. "Y-you really didn't have to spend this much money for me."
By now, they can afford more things than they could three years ago, but he didn't expect Roger to get him expensive gifts as he's well able to buy them himself.
The drummer sets down his cup of mulled wine and lightly pats the taller man's shoulder. "Hey, you're worth it. And I don't care, it's a gift."
"Thank you so much." Brian gives him a hug, still speechless. Now he's even more scared if his present for Roger would be good enough. "I also got you something!"
"I was just about to open it, don't worry," the younger man chuckles and unwraps the rather flat present, which also has a long etui taped on top of it. As soon as the paper is gone, it reveals the latest David Bowie album. But what's even better than that are the personalized drumsticks with Roger's name engraved on them.
"Rog? Do you like it?" Brian asks quietly, noticing his friend staring wordlessly at the drumsticks. It's only when Roger looks up that he realizes he has tears of joy in his eyes. A bright smile spreads across his face as he nods. "Of course I do! I fucking love it!"
"You're welcome. I hope you won't break them like you used to," Brian teases, earning a laugh from Roger.
"I promise I'll only use them in the studio," he agrees. "These are too precious to be thrown into the audience."
Brian gets his camera ready to take a photo, holding it up and giggling like a little kid. "Say cheese!"
Roger flashes him a toothy grin, proudly holding up his new drumsticks. "You look so cute," the older man mumbles while snapping a picture.
Either he doesn't hear that comment or he doesn't mind Brian calling him cute. Anyway, he should finally stop overinterpreting things and face reality or else it could get himself into more trouble than he already is in.
The rest of the day is pretty much ruled by mulled wine, eggnog and watching Christmas movies. "Another one?" Brian sighs, seeing the blond approach him with two filled up wine glasses in his hands.
"Another one," he states with a smile, handing the brunette a glass and making himself comfortable on top of his friend. The only thing that bothers him a little is that Brian is so skinny his bones dig into his skin at times, but at least his jumper is warm and he always has an arm around the shorter man.
"I'm in the mood for music," he groans, getting up when the movie ends.
The older man sits up and leans forward to grab a cookie from the plate on the coffee table. As soon as Roger turns the radio on, he stumbles over to Brian, eagerly tugging at his sleeve. "Dance with me Bri!" He's obviously drunk by now - just like Brian himself. Not too drunk to have any self control at all, but definitely drunk enough to do things they wouldn't do when sober.
"You're drunk," he giggles, getting up.
"So are you! At least we can't get married this time," Roger replies with a wink as he pulls him closer, pouting at Brian towering over him. "Why are you so tall?"
"Why are you so short?"
"Let's dance, hand on my waist," the blond instructs, placing one hand on the taller man's shoulder and intertwining the other with Brian's free hand. Even though they try, you can't actually call it dancing. It's more tipsy swaying to Christmas classics than anything else. At some point Roger rests his head against Brian's chest, softly humming the tune of White Christmas with his eyes closed. The scene must look like a couple's typical Christmas Eve, but they're secretly more than okay with it, even if it's really cheesy and that wasn't their intention. No matter how high Brian's alcohol level is, he can feel his heart pounding faster and faster. He's pretty sure Roger notices. He's only drunk, this doesn't mean anything at all!
Just when they're about to leave the living room after their dance, Roger stops Brian in the doorway, pointing at the mistletoe above them with a giggle. "You know what that means, Bri…"
How typical of Roger to hang up mistletoes everywhere just to have an excuse to embarrass anyone who visits him...
Admittedly, they may or may not have had a few more drinks in the meantime, so Brian doesn't object. If he was sober, he would give him a kiss on the cheek at most, but now he immediately cups his cheeks and leans down to press his lips on Roger's. It doesn't take him long to return it, smiling into the kiss as he deepens it a bit, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck. The alcohol on their breaths isn't exactly the best taste, but it doesn't matter that moment. They both get what they secretly wanted all along, yet they are almost too drunk to realize it. The tragic thing is the fact that if they remember it the next morning, it will be an avoided topic.
When they finally pull away after what feels like minutes, they go straight to bed, neither bothering to go to their respective bedrooms nor seeming to understand the term 'personal space' as they are perched on one half of Roger's king sized bed, cuddling up in a way that can't be excused as friendly hugging. But as said before, they're drunk.
Luckily, they're lying each on their own side when Brian wakes up in the middle of the night. His heart stops for a moment upon finding himself in a similar situation to the one in Las Vegas and he checks if Roger is really asleep before carefully rolling out of bed and going back to his room, trying to be as quiet as possible so he doesn't have to explain anything the next morning.
When Roger wakes up, he does remember falling asleep with Brian next to him and he's secretly thankful that the older man didn't stay in his bed. It just would have been too uncomfortable to talk about it once again. They're both well aware of what happened the previous night and it wasn't nearly as bad as the last time they shared a bed since there was nothing more than the drunk snuggling, but they don't have the guts to mention it, even though they don't seem to have a problem with how their relationship has changed lately.
