i'm in love with my car
the origins of rogerina (series)
inspirations (18+)
frosty love
when i was his wife
title
dear diamond (roger taylor x reader x brian may)
brian may
fat bottomed girls (18+)
mr rockstar
john deacon
we are a family (series)
ben hardy
early christmas present
tell me you're pretty
my girls
gwilym lee
due date
joe mazzello
cute coffee shop guy
will you marry my daddy?
lucky woman
tea party
good interruptions
take me out to a birthday ball game
your biggest fan
happy ending
someone like you
mamas and dadas
Summary: John has a secret... about his hair.
Rating: M
Relationship: John/Roger/Veronica
Characters: Roger Taylor, Veronica Tetzlaff, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury
Other Tags: Established Relationship, Crack
hello! could you write something about being brian may’s younger sibling and dating roger taylor?<3
You had the BIGGEST crush on Roger Taylor.
Brian knew you far too well to not realize, he brought it up one day and you very reluctantly admit that you thought he was so fine.
When the two of you get together, you're so embarrassed at the fact that your dating one of your brother's closest friends LMAO
Brian knows.
You guys are sort of obvious about it? Like on accident you two fr think no one catches on but they do.
Roger thinks you guys are so slick, like he deadass thinks Brian has no idea.
Brian will give Roger weird looks when you and him joke around together, sometime's Roger will pull you aside and be like 'Do you think he's catching on, do you think he's catching on?'
Like yes Roger he's caught on.
Brian finally tells Roger that he knows and Roger is DUMBFOUNDED
"How long have you known, then?" "About two weeks." "WHAT?"
He was literally kind of disappointed he was like 'am I actually that bad at keeping secrets'
(he is)
Brian is very happy for you though.
Not as happy for Roger, but he's happy you're finally in a happy relationship.
The thing is, he's not too happy that it's with Roger.
"Why him?" "He's cute." "And?" "Funny, nice, respectful--" "Nice? Respectful? I thought you were dating Roger, not John."
He learns to love it after a while, when he finally gains trust of Roger.
Roger pulls him aside one day and is like 'ok can you cut this shit, I really like your sister stop being sour about it.'
Stuff like that.
Brian was shocked, never in his life had Roger done something like that in context of a relationship.
Roger is enjoying the buzz of a show well played. Freddie is basking in the attention and love from the patrons of the bar, Brian enjoying his beer and Deacy chatting with Veronica.
It’s a perfect evening, until he notices his best friend across the bar. He had watched her dance and sing her heart out while they were playing and as per their tradition, Y/N heads to the bar to get the first round of drinks for them all as they chat with some of the fans.
Roger watches Y/N leans against the bar, waiting for the bartender to acknowledge her. She waits patiently as she drums her fingers on the sleek surface. She must feel his eyes on her because she’s suddenly turning and making eye contact. She makes a face at him and Roger can’t help but grin.
Y/N suddenly turns when the bartender stands in front of her. He frowns when a man slides up to her, placing a hand on her back. Roger watches as she shrugs off his arm and moves a bit to the side but the man doesn’t seem to get the memo.
Roger stands and makes his way to the bar, ignoring some of the fans calling his name.
“Really, I’m fine and with my friends. Please leave me alone.”
The man doesn’t falter, crowding Y/N against the bar, and leaning into her face, “C’mon gorgeous, someone like you shouldn’t be all alone. I promise you’ll have fun with me.”
Roger grabs the man by the shoulders, roughly pulling him away from Y/N. Without turning towards her, he asks if she’s okay but before he can hear the answer, the man shoves him. “What’s your problem?!”
Roger glares at him, gearing himself up for a good fist fight. “My problem is you. The lady said no.”
“Roger,” Y/N says softly, slipping her arms around his waist, “it’s okay. Leave it, please.”
Roger glare doesn’t soften but he does catch the bartender’s eye and nods toward the man. “Piss off.”
The man glares back, “Fuck off, prick! You -“ The bartender cuts him off, yanking on his arm as he starts shoving him towards the exit.
“My hero!” Y/N laughs in his ear, planting a kiss on his neck. “What would I do without you?”
Rog grins, turning and gathering her in a hug, “Get harassed more often.”
Y/N grins, “Probably, but luckily you’re always here when I need you.”
“And I always will be,” he promises, squeezing her before releasing her and grabbing some of the drinks. “Now c’mon, love. Time to celebrate a good gig!”
Y/N grins, lifting a beer and screaming “Long live Queen!”
The crowd echoes the call and Roger thinks that maybe the night is even better than he initially thought.
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.
It's not very polished (let's call it a draft) but I had another look at the Day 2 prompts yesterday and was suddenly inspired so I wrote a short fem!joger thing overnight. This might end up on ao3 eventually, we'll see!
Details: Roger = Rose/Rosie, John = Jane/Jen/Jenny. (Freddie and Brian are still boyz.) Adult themes between the lines. Approx 940 words.
Prompts: "New Skill" & "Second-Hand Embarrassment" (Day 2)
Summary: Brian has come to Rose for help mending his clothes, but an appearance from Jane means he might find out more than he bargained for. A ficlet in two styles, starting with Brian's description-heavy point of view (help him).
NB. This is actually a follow-up to something else I've written, which is rated mature and can be found on ao3 here, but is not essential reading for the ficlet below.
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"Right, okay, yeah I see your problem. You've done a nice running stitch here – really very nice, these stitches are tiny..." Rose squinted, nose twitching as she held the fabric almost comically close to her face.
Brian sighed. "But...? What's the problem then?"
"What you want is a backstitch – much stronger." She plonked the jacket back in its owner's lap.
"Grand. Marvellous. I'll just stitch backwards next time then, shall I?" Brian grumbled.
"Er, no actually, you'll backstitch it forwards – and you'll do it this time," said Rose, reaching for her sewing basket.
Brian pulled a face at his bandmate's back. 'Do it this time,' he mimed silently, indulging in a bit of childishness to offset his annoyance.
There was quiet but wicked cackle from across the room and Brian jumped, whipping his head towards the sound.
"When did-? Where the hell did you come from?! Bloody hell, Jane don't do that to me. Lord. I didn't know you were here!"
Jane – who it seems had been leaning against the doorframe for goodness-knows how long – had the courtesy to at least look a little sheepish, ducking her head and pressing a hand to her lips. It did nothing to hide her grin, but she did try to apologise all the same. "Sorry, Brian. Sorry," she said. "I was... around, you know, just..." she waved in the direction of another doorway, "in the bathroom."
Brian nodded, still a little bewildered.
He was not, however, too shaken to notice that the doorway Jane had been gesticulating towards was certainly not the bathroom.
There were three doors at the top of the staircase on the tiny landing which comprised Rose's bedsit. One led to the shared not-quite-kitchen, where he was currently seated, increasingly uncomfortable and about to receive a sewing lesson, apparently. Another door did lead to the toilet – he had staggered in there many a time after a night out, taking the opportunity for a comfort break before continuing his journey home. This left the third door, the one to which Jane had waved, the one he hadn't ventured through himself since helping Rose to move in last year.
So, unless there had been a swift, radical and completely inexplicable change of layout in the flat, Brian could be fairly certain that the third and final door led to Rose's bedroom. He could assume, then, that from some point prior to his arrival with a poorly-patched jacket bundled into his satchel, all the way up until a few moments before he'd had his life expectancy shortened for him by such a sudden appearance, Jane had been in the small bedroom – Rose's room. Combining this information with the fact that these two bandmates had each said they didn't feel like a trip to the pub that evening, Brian felt his cheeks begin to heat up as he considered the very real possibility that Freddie had been right after all and that it might actually be the case that Rose and Jane really had in fact been f–
"Ow!"
Rose had prodded him in the leg with the blunt end of a sewing needle. "Brian, mate, I haven't got all day. You recovered yet? We okay to continue?"
"Hm?"
Jane giggled again. "Oh dear, I have given him a fright haven't I? Here, I think you'd better have some water."
She moved to the sink. Rose watched her. Brian watched Rose watch her.
"Have you finished distracting my pupil?" Asked Rose as Jane placed two glasses atop a stack of magazines.
Jane nodded, still smiling widely. Very widely. "I'll go to the shop – you're out of milk."
"Thank you Jenny," Rose sang after her.
Very domestic.
Brian pouted in thought. He'd always been pleased with the bashful, contented smiles he received when a woman left his bedroom, but the way Jane had been beaming? He felt somewhat put to shame.
Soon, Rose shoved his leg.
Brian tried desperately to close the door on the line of thinking he'd started going down, and forced himself to make eye contact with his friend. "Hm?"
"Do you want to know how it works or not?"
"How it... works?"
Rose gave him a hard stare. He was really testing her. She picked up the scrap of fabric and sighed. "Look, backstitch is quite simple, really..."
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"So," Jane began, "Brian was weird today."
"Yeah," Rose pulled her close. "I think it was mostly– well, I reckon he knows."
"What, really?"
"Well, I think so. He kept using backstitch as an analogy for–"
"Stop! I don't want to know."
"No, no, I mean, 'doing things differently from what he'd assumed'? Or something... and about there being a garment you think you know, then finding there's other layers to it..."
"...But I thought he already knew you're into women?"
"Yeah he knew about me – you're the garment, silly."
Jane laughed. "Oh I'm the garment, okay I'm with you."
...
...
"His face when he saw you though..."
"I know, I thought I'd short-circuited him!"
"Well you do have that effect on me, so it's not hard to imagine the same happening to him."
"Please, we do not need to imagine that happening–"
"No," Rose snorted, "no you're right... because we know you'd blow his mind."
"You've got a funny way of flirting with me, Ms Taylor. You know that?"
"Oh, like I ever need to flirt with you anymore. I bet you didn't even bother putting your knickers back on earlier."
"...Yeah okay you're right," Jane grinned, radiant. She flopped back onto Rose's bed once again. "Come on!" She said, "get your kit off and let's finish what you started."
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Thanks for reading! Comments welcome, but no pressure. I know my pacing is a bit off, but I hope it still hangs together!
The main story/'part one' is here:
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