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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So, I’ve trailed back to the 9-1-1 fandom, this time actually writing for it. What can I say.
Nothing. I have literally nothing to say for myself.
Have some Buck whump.
New chapter is up!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So, I’ve trailed back to the 9-1-1 fandom, this time actually writing for it. What can I say.
Nothing. I have literally nothing to say for myself.
Have some Buck whump.
Mcdanno icons. If you save, like. If you use, reblog.
Creds on twitter: @mrsgilmoredanes and @gardenofagonies
WAIT
That ask i just answered
Was it sad as in sadsad, angst and shit or SAD as in Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Because if it's the latter, send it in.
My dumb ass didn't even realise
do you write sad? bc i have a sad prompt if youll allow it
//hello lovely! So the thing is, it deoends on what kind of sad we're talking. In general, i don't really write any of them dying (i know i did for the vampire au, and i can write the others after the death but. Major character deaths aren't really my cup of tea)
I don't write suicide (it hits too close to home). While i can write suicidal thoughts, i don't write attempts or anything more.
Freddie's AIDS is something that i don't feel comfortable writing. I can write how the others feel about it, and the time after he passes, but i don't feel like i can in any respectful way write it. I know there are many talented writers in this fandom that definitely can, but i am not one of them.
I don't write miscarriages(once again, too close to home). The fear of them, yes. But the actual thing, no.
If i have not covered your prompt here, feel free to send it in :) obviously, if it strikes a no no zone with me, i won't write it (i'm doing this for fun) but i will be forever grateful for any prompt :)
Have a good one! Much love!!//
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I did a thing!
It has been forever!
I'm so sorry!
Hi! I really really love your queen fics!! There soooooo good :) I was wondering if you could write something about queen shenanigans with a maylor baby??
//hello hello! I have literally no idea when this ask has come in, but i sure hope you're still around and like this! Much love, like always!//
The noise of the crowd was deafening, and despite his exhaustion Roger couldn't stop smiling. They had done that. They had gotten thousands of people on their feet, screaming and crying and singing along to their music. The knowledge made him feel invincible, and as he watched his bandmates while walking down from the drum risers, he knew they felt the same way.
"Thank you New York! You have been an amazing crowd!" Roger soaked in the applause and noise, making his way towards Brian as they took their bows, waving at the audience. The blonde could feel Brian's hand brushing against his back, it was quick and inconspicuous, but it still made Roger's heard beat a bit faster.
Married for five years and still the guitarist had that effect.
"Good night Madison Square Garden! Thank you!" There wasn't anything special about Freddie's last words towards the crowd, but for some reason the crowd seemed to erupt to a new wave of thunderous applause. Roger glanced at Brian quickly, getting a light shrug in response. The crowd could get the post-show high just as well as the band.
But then Roger noticed movement from the corner of his eye, from the direction of backstage. The applause from the audience was accompanied by loud 'aww's and 'ooh's, and now Roger knew why.
There was a little visitor on their stage.
A two-year-old toddler with wavy golden hair and big blue eyes, a pair of too big earmuffs on her head was running towards them on her chubby, unsteady legs, her hands reached in front of her and a giggle escaping her lips.
"Oh my god, Lily!" Roger didn't wait for the babysitter to catch the little runaway, instead leaving his place at the front of the stage, hurrying towards his daughter to snatch her up in his arms. The girl was laughing happily, wrapping her arms around Roger's neck.
"Papa! You caught me!"
"Yes I did!"The blonde pressed a kiss to his daughters forehead, turning to look at his bandmates and the crowd.
"I wanted to say bye bye to people!" Lily sounded enthusiastic about her little mission, leaning away from her father to take a look at the sea of people that spread out in front of the stage.
Roger figured he should have known that sooner rather than later their daughter would get bored to just spending time backstage.
"Roger, darling! Will you introduce our guest star?" Freddie asked, arousing one more round of applause from the crowd. Shaking his head, making sure the earmuffs were on their right place on his daughter's head, the drummer moved back towards the edge of the stage, smiling as Lily started to wave her little hand at the people with the biggest smile on her face.
"Bye bye! Bye bye!" Roger could see people waving back at her, and couldn't help but cuddle her closer to his chest. She was such a ray of sunshine, completely irresistible to people. And she seemed to love the attention.
"This little queen is Lily Taylor-May everybody! She's here to wish you a good night!" They all waved towards the audience once more, before starting to move towards backstage. Lily waved her little hands until the crowd got hidden behind walls and curtains as they got behind the stage.
First person to meet them there was the frantic babysitter, with a faint blush on her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, she got away from me in a split second and I wasn't sure if i could run after her on stage-"
"It's quite alright, no harm done" One glance towards Brian told Roger that the older man wanted to voice his opinion on whether or not there actually was a problem, but the guitarist was too polite, and settled for a bit of frowning.
"You had fun, didn't you princess?" Lily was nodding enthusiastically, starting to wriggle in Roger's arms, clearly wanting to be let down. The drummer complied, watching her take off to cause havoc with the nanny hot on her heels.
"She's going to be a handful for the rest of the tour, isn't she?" Brian asked quietly, finally wrapping his arms around Roger and pressing a kiss to his temple.
"Probably. But it's nicer to have her tag along for a bit, than leaving her behind with your mom no? She's growing up so quickly"
"That she is" There was a hint of sadness in Brian's voice, the thought of their little baby growing up was naturally a bit unnerving.
There was a crashing sound, and a screech that sounded like Freddie, followed by the cackle of their two year old daughter, and Brian and Roger knew they needed to get going before their daughter broke anything too valuable.
"It's crazy how much life one little girl can bring to the dull backstage, isn't it darlings?" They could hear Freddie now laughing with John and the crew, and Roger could have laughed at the worried frown that appeared on Brian's face upon hearing their singer's words.
If only the guitarist knew that by the time their next tour rolled around, there would be two little menaces running around, wreaking havoc.
Hello hello people
My askbox has been filling up, and i haven't gotten any notifs about it! Four or five asks have come in and i've had no clue, so sorry for the wait!
Overall apologies for being so inactive lately, 'tis the season of darkness and gloom and it's getting to me. But one or two replies to asks coming your way tonight!
Lots of love♥️
Okay okay I might have cried a little at that vampire!AU in Rogers death bed..... so could we get a scenario in which Brian has to turn Roger into a vampire... like he HAS to and he hates himself for it but the blonde comforts him (even if he is now TERRIFIED)
//i cried a bit at that too, bc these two need to be together forever. Thankyou for the prompt, sorry for taiing forever! I hope you're still around, anon, and that you enjoy this!!
Much love!//
Mentions of blood and injury!
It wasn't supposed to go like this. It wasn't, and Brian hated himself for letting it get to this point.
Why had he insisted on going on a trip for the weekend, and exactly had compelled him to rent a cabin in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?
Stupid.
"Brian? Brian i'm scared" The words came with a huff of warm air against the vampire's neck. He closed his eyes for a minute, feeling as if the knife was buried deep inside his chest.
Would be better in yours than Roger's, wouldn't you reckon?
And if that thought wasn't enough to make tears roll down his cheeks, the sound of Roger's shallow breathing sure was. Braving a look down to the man in his arms, the vampire let out a shaky breath, skimming his fingers through the damp blonde hair of his lover.
"You're okay. You're going to be okay" It was a blatant lie, and the fact was way too audible now that the noises outside had quieted down.
The hunters were gone, thinking their job finished.
Really not the tops of their profession.
"I don't… Bri, I don't want to die" There was a small river of crimson leaking from Roger's lips, a small bubble of blood forming in the corner of his mouth.
The handle of the knife prodding from his lower chest shook with every uncertain breath the blonde took, as if mocking Brian.
"I know. I'm so sorry" There were tears mixing with the blood, and Roger was looking at him with those eyes. Redrimmed and filled with fear, but still so blue.
So blue.
You've already made up your mind about it
"Brian, ple-" The plea was cut short with a wet cough, and Brian held onto him a bit tighter. "Please"
"It's okay"
"I'm scared"
"You're going to be alright" Brian leaned forward, pressing his nose against Roger's hair. "I'm going to help you. I'm sorry"
"Brian please" There wasn't a lot of time now, Brian could tell by the weakening flutter that was Roger's heartbeat. The vampire couldn't let him go, he just couldn't.
The scent of Roger's blood wasn't as overwhelming as it had once been. When the blonde had cut his finger on a kitchen knife a few months back. When he had hit his head on the corner of the cupboard door in his kitchen only a few weeks after they had started dating. Back then it had taken all of Brian's self control to keep his distance, to fight the urge to have a taste.
Now the thought was repulsing, because he knew what it would mean.
"Bri…" The vampire closed his eyes, apologising to every god he had ever known and to the ones he had forgotten about too.
"You're going to be okay" Brian shifted to press his lips against Roger's neck.
"I'm going to help you" He could hear how the blonde's breath hitched when his teeth grazed against the pale skin.
"I'm sorry" There were no fireworks when he bit down on the soft skin. No magical moment where Roger's back would arch sensually, as if asking for more. There was no rush of energy, there was no shared pleasure. Only the taste of Roger's blood on Brian's tongue, and the sound of a fading heartbeat.
✧
"Love, would you stop moping?"
"I'm not moping" The room was dark, but Brian could sense the eyeroll he was receiving from his lover.
"Sure you're not" The light was turned on, and Brian buried his head deeper underneath the blanket. He wasn't ready to discuss this again.
"You can't avoid me forever you know" And now Roger sounded sad and Brian hated himself even more.
It's your fault, deal with it.
Slowly, the older man pushed the blanket away, carefully facing his lover.
The red eyes still sent shivers down his spine.
"I'm not avoiding you. We're sleeping in the same bed aren't we" In the dim light of their night lamp, his eyes caught in she shiny white scar on Roger's lower chest, before settling on the crescent shaped scar on where his neck met the shoulders.
"I'm sure we wouldn't be if it were up to you" And Roger sounded so hurt and upset that Brian wanted to stab himself for being the reason of that. He wanted to apologise, for all of it, but he knew it would never be enough.
"I'm -"
"Don't apologise, alright? I'm tired of listening to that" Roger's attitude was still there, that glint in his eyes and the fire beneath the surface. He was still the same beautiful creature he had always been.
Almost anyways.
"Sorry" Brian muttered before he could stop himself. Roger smiled sadly, reaching to push a stray strand of hair off of Brian's face. Slowly the sadness faded, and the smile turned devilish. It still didn't reach his eyes.
"You know, i'm now physically able to slap the everliving crap out of you if you keep annoying me" The blonde's attempt at humor fell flat when Brian couldn't bring himself to smile. Not that he'd ever believe that Roger would lay an unloving hand on him, but he didn't like the rest of what that sentence insinuated. And Roger didn't seem to like Brian's doom and gloom attitude.
"I'm going to need you to drop that sad face. For real, love. What happened, happened. And yes, it's slightly terrifying, and I have no idea how to navigate all of this, but I think i've been doing an alright job so far, wouldn't you reckon?" The blonde shifted to straddle Brian's hips, reaching down to cup his lover's still frowning face.
"You've been a vampire for three weeks, Roger. That's hardly any time at all compared to what's coming. And I'm just scared that one day you'll wake and resent me for what I did and I don't think -"
"Shush you damn goblin" Roger moved his hand on Brian's mouth, effectively shutting him up. "I'm happy, alright. A bit scared, unsure, and hungry as hell, but happy. And do you know why?"
Humor him
"Do tell"
"Because I have a forever to learn how to deal with this. A whole forever. With you. I really can't complain, now can I?" Brian could have come up with a few reasons for his lover to be unhappy, but the persistent grin on Roger's face was starting to tug at the older mans lips too.
"That you do. You're now even more stuck with me than you were before. If you'll have me" He added as an afterthought, and felt Roger pinch his side firmly, making him squirm.
"I will definitely have you. From every direction and angle you'd like" The wink seemed even dirtier now that Roger's eyes were a glowing crimson red, and for a moment Brian forgot to hate himself.
Because after all, they now had forever.
do you write smut?
//hello for the longest time lovelies. Sorry for being absent. Some crap has gone down and i haven't exactly been a decent person lately (i have three prompts nearly finished and ready to go, and i thank each and every one of you for your patience)
As for your question, it depends. I won't say strictly no, because i have written some light smut in the past. So i'm happy to receive any ask with or without smut, and then i'll have to evaluate if i'll be able to create anything with it. Usually there is a way to work around the parts i don't know how to write, so please! If you have anything in mind, send it my way :)
Much love!//
Woohoooo will you be writing for any of these wonderful ship weeks?! :D
I’m not going to make any promises, because my time management skills are non existent and i have a lot on my plate rn. But a few of them look interesting i must say! Hope you have a good weekend!
Poly!Queen Week has arrived! :)
//So it has! Unfortunately I don't have anything special planned for it, as Poly!Queen doesn't belong to my main interests in the fandom(not that i don't love reading it *coughcough*)
But if you have any headcanons/prompts you'd like me to write for it, i'm game! I have absolutely nothing against poly!Queen, I just can't conjure up any ideas of my own for it♥️
Have a great week everyone! //
K so Queen has changed my lifeFOREVER and has brought me out of really dark moments. I guess what I’m asking is how they (Queen) react to hearing how they’ve affected teenagers lives and what they’ve done? Even if Freddie isn’t here now, he is in your writings. Hokay. That’s all. Thank you!!!❤️❤️
//whew. Queen and their music have a magical power, i'll say that much. I know my life has been affected greatly by them, on many aspects.
So thankyou for this ask! I hope you're still around and see this, and i hope you're doing well :) much love!//
"I think we need to re-evaluate this whole fanmail thing" John muttered, flipping through the pile of unopened letters in his hands. They were all settled around two big boxes full of letters and tiny packages, the studiowork forgotten for a bit as they tried to get through at least half of them.
"Oh shush, I think it's very sweet! The little darlings love us and they want to show it!" Freddie had pretty much dived head first into the box the moment the mailman had dropped it on the table.
"But the amount of these things is incredible" Brian muttered, carefully unwrapping a small package, the colorful paper revealing a small, guitar shaped keychain. "Not exactly what I was expecting. I thought it would just be a few letters"
"I've been proposed to at least six times already. This is amazing" Roger was just as excited as Freddie, reading through the letters with a wide grin on his face.
None of them could claim they didn't feel flattered, getting recognised and praised while still being a relatively new band was something none of them had expected in the least. It felt amazing, it felt like all of their hard work had paid off.
"This one is for all of us" John said, holding out a small, light brown envelope. Freddie snatched it from his hand before anyone could protest.
"Maybe someone wants to propose to all of us at the same time" The gleeful smile on the singer's face faded quickly after he ripped the envelope open and started reading. Seeing thw quick change on their friend's face, the three others gathered behind Freddie to read over his shoulder.
"What does it say?"
"Is it a creepy stalker?"
"Is it a ransom letter?"
"For what? Nothing has been kidnapped?"
"No, lovies…" The litany of ridiculous questions stopped at the waver of Freddie's voice. Looking at the singer's face, they all knew the letter needed to be something very special. There were unshed tears in the his dark eyes and a deep frown between his eyebrows.
"Oh my… Dearies, you need to read this"
"Gimme" Roger was the one to sneak the letter from Freddie's hand, the other two able to read over his shoulder.
After two minutes they were all tearing up, looking at the offending piece of paper, unsure what to do.
"That's… Definitely something" Brian muttered quietly, staring somewhere far beyond through the letter. The others were speechless for a bit, until Roger carefully folded the letter and slipped it to the pocket of his jacket.
"One more reason to get this album done" The drummer announced, a wide smile spreading on his face. "We really are changing lives here"
"Damn right we are, darling. Queen is making an indelible impression, just like we always knew it would"
For the rest of the long day, there was a whole new energy to their work, the words of the letter ringing in the backs of their minds.
"Hi John. Roger. Freddie. Brian.
I know there is a very small possibility that this letter will ever reach you, but i'm clinging on to the hope that it will.
I want all of you to know how much you've changed my life. I'm writing to say thank you.
I've never been a very happy person, not really. Life has thrown me some curveballs that i haven't been able to catch, and it gets quite heavy from time to time. There have been some really low lows, and during those times i've wondered if it's actually worth the fight.
But then i listen to your music or read your interviews and i'm reminded that life isn't all that bad, not all the time anyway. That it definitely is worth the fight. And i just want to thank you for reminding me of that.
You are one of the biggest reasons my parents still have a daughter.
Life isn't always very easy, but thankfully there are things that inspire and remind us to appreciate the good parts.
I'm waiting the new record eagerly, and i hope you are all doing great!
Thank you, truly, for everything!
xx
Another angsty angsty vampire!AU ask.... what happens to Brian and Roger when the drummer is on his death bed?
//you people are on an angsty mood it seems... I love it. I be hurting.
I hope this is to your liking! //
Brian had always hated the smell of hospitals. The smell of disinfectant and sickness felt burning, and he could feel the desperation and sorrow in the air. The steady beeping of the machines was like a metronome to his deteriorating sanity, and in the past few months he had spent every day of his life listening to it.
It wasn't fair, but he knew he was partially to blame. It could have been avoided.
Shifting in his chair by the bed, Brian thought back to a conversation a few weeks earlier.
"Do you ever regret it?"
"What do you mean, Rog?"
"Not turning me?"
It still chilled Brian to the bone. Regret. Such a nasty thing, such a wasted emotion.
"Maybe. At times. I would love a forever with you, Roger. You know that"
"I would have loved a forever… With you too"
"I know. But I couldn't do that to you"
"I know"
It brought Brian very little comfort, knowing that Roger didn't loathe him. The thing that comforted him was, that Roger didn't seem to fear what was coming. He had made his peace with it, more so than Brian. And the vampire would never tell Roger he regretted it, it was too late for that now. The light had dimmed from Roger's blue eyes some days ago, and Brian knew it wouldn't be long now.
The beeping turning into a steady, unstopping whistle drew Brian from his thoughts. One glance at the monitor on the other side of the bed told him everything he needed to know, he didn't need to listen to the nonexistent heartbeat.
Brian leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Roger's temple. Pushing a strand of white hair behind his lover's ear the vampire got up. He squeezed the unmoving hand in his own one last time, taking a deep breath.
"I love you, Roger. I'm sorry"
The smell of disinfectant and death lingered and he was alone again.
Maybe they'd get their forever in another life.
I absolutely adore the vampire au you just wrote! I love, love, love it! Could we get some more of it, please? Like Roger growing old and begging Brian to turn him so that they can spend the rest of their lives together. Thank you!
//oh lords i hope you're still around, anon! I'm sorry for taking so long!
But I loved (and still do) thr vampire au too, and it was a joy writing it again! Much love!!//
41 years. There had been a time when Roger hadn't been at all sure he'd live to see his 30th birthday, even less the 40th. Because he had intended to become a rockstar, and rockstars didn't really have a great track records of getting past their fifties (or that's what a starry eyed, 16-year-old Roger had believed anyway. Because 'sex, drugs and rock'n'roll' right?).
But now it had been a year since his 40th birthday, and the blonde wasn't exactly thrilled. Sure, it was great to be alive.
But god, at what cost?
Roger took one more look at the mirror, squaring his shoulders and taking in one more annoyed breath of air. Tonight he would do it. Tonight he would ask Brian.
Again.
Not like he didn't ask about once in a week.
"You look very nice in that suit" The blonde pouted at the sound of his boyfriend's voice, scowling at the vampire through the mirror.
"I look old"
"Well, love, you are officially middle aged. But you are a very good looking, charming, middle aged man" Brian was smiling, but Roger couldn't bring himself to return the gesture.
"That's nice. I'm a middle aged man, dating an 18-year-old"
"No" The dark curls bounced as Brian shook his head, slowly stalking closer to the frustrated blonde. "You are a middle aged man who is dating a nearly 700-year-old vampire" Up close, Roger could see Brian's fangs, once again wondering how on earth he hadn't realised that the other man was a vampire the day he had met him.
"Yes but that's not how it looks, is it? You don't have white hair or wrinkles" Sighing, Brian wrapped his arms around Roger's waist.
"You're beautiful. Gorgeous. A very good looking -"
"If you say 'middle aged' one more time I might go full on Dracula hunter on you" There was no real malice in Roger's threat, but it made Brian roll his eyes.
Of course Brian didn't understand. He never had.
"You can be so annoying sometimes"
"You could turn me, you know. The I'd be around to annoy you forever and ever" It was a weak attempt and Roger knew it, he knew the second that that sad look appeared on Brian's face.
"Love, we've talked about this. I can't"
"Yes, you can! You literally can! It is well within your abilities!"
"That's not what I mean and you know it. I can't"
"C'mon, Brian! People confuse me as your father sometimes! And one day I will get old and sick and die and who will be here to look after your cranky, moody, bloodsucking ass then, huh?"
"Well I didn't exactly choose to be a 'cranky, moody bloodsucker', did I?" Brian was gritting his teeth and moving away from Roger, and the blonde was regretting his words.
Again.
"I know you didn't. And I'm sorry you didn't want it, and i'm sorry that happened to you, but that's not me! I'm choosing! I want to be a cranky, slightly less moody bloodsucker with you!" It was desperate, and it wasn't really a good apology. But the frustration was getting a very tight hold of Roger and he didn't know how to block it. Maybe Brian understood that, or maybe he didn't, but at least he didn't look angry.
Just so bloody sad.
"Yes, well. I know where you're coming from with that, but I couldn't do that to you" The vampire shrugged, taking a step backwards towards the door. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't. Because you don't understand what you're asking for"
"But what if I do?"
"You don't. Because if you did, you wouldn't ask" Watching Brian leave the room made Roger's heart sink. Another failed attempt, as if his birthday hadn't been glum enough already.
He had made it to his 41st birthday, but if it had been up to him, his heart would have stopped beating a long time ago.
uhhhh i think it was me who sent the trans!roger ask, i can't remember it well but it was probably something with him coming out to the boys and being really nervous about it but they reassure him they still love him no matter what!
//thankyou so much for re-sending this, and sorry for taking so long! It's sort of a difficult subject for me to approach, but i hope you like this :) //
Roger was biting his nails, and even though his mother's disapproving voice kept ringing in his head, nagging at him about the nasty nail biting habit, he couldn't stop. He felt his stomach doing backflips as he walked towards the kitchen.
He needed to tell them, they needed to know, they had the right to know but it still felt like he was walking into a slaughterhouse.
"Regina, darling! What was so urgent?" Freddie looks a bit disheveled, and Roger feels guilty. He had apparently ruined some plan the singer had. John and Brian just looks expectant, fiddling with their teacups. "I have a date with Jim today, and I still need to do my hair" Freddie's blabbering felt relaxing, in a way.
It also made Roger's heart ache. Would this be the last time he'd hear Freddie having a monologue about his upcoming date?
"You look a bit pale, Reg. Everything alright?" Would Brian ever look at him with such fondness and worry again?
"You've been silent for over ten minutes and it's getting a bit unnerving, mate" Would John's friendly snark get more biting and mean?
"I.. I uh, wanted to tell you something" The blonde was fiddling with his fingers, twisting and turning them, feeling the joints cracking and stretching.
"Yes, lovie. We gathered as much" Suddenly Roger wanted to cry. He couldn't do this. Everything was going so well for them, he couldn't ruin it, he couldn't make them hate him.
"Regina, what's going on?"
"Please don't call me that" The words slipped out by accident, it was a reflex that he couldn't stop. Brian, along with everyone else, looked confused.
"What..? What do you mean?" John was frowning now, and Roger bit his lip, looking all three of his bandmates. John and Brian looked utterly confused, but there was something in Freddie's eyes. Something that Roger couldn't quite place but it gave him courage.
It was now or never.
"I'm not… I'm not Regina" He muttered. It sounded so dumb, but he had completely forgotten the great speech he had planned. And right now he was just making everyone more confused.
"I… I've felt like this for a long time" the joints in his fingers kept popping, and it was starting to hurt. "All my life, I guess. Somehow I've always felt… Or known… That maybe that isn't really who I am" He felt like they could see his hair standing up on end on his arms, shivers running down his spine.
"You feel like.. You're not Regina?" Bless Brian's softness, the confusion written all over his face. He didn't look angry, or repulsed, but obviously he didn't understand either.
Yet.
"Can she really be drunk at noon?" John asked quietly after a long silence, throwing a glance towards Freddie.
"He" To Roger's surprise, his wasn't the only one correcting John. Freddie's face still held that odd look, but he was also smiling sadly.
"That's what it is, isn't it darling? That's what you wanted to tell us?" Relief flowed through Roger's whole body, and even if he was still so terrified of what would come next he was so happy that it was out in the open.
He nodded.
"Oh sweetheart" In a flash he was wrapped in Freddie's arms, the singer holding him close and Roger inhaled his scent deeply, feeling the tension seeping out of his body. He still had Freddie.
"I'm so happy you decided to tell us" Roger was too relieved to fully comprehend what Freddie was saying, but it wasn't long until he felt someone hugging him from behind too.
"Are you alright?" A warm puff of air hit Roger's neck when John spoke, and the blonde nodded against Freddie's chest. It felt so overwhelming and he was happy that someone was holding him upright.
But where was Brian?
Slowly, Roger untangled himself from Freddie's hold, peeking behind the singer's shoulder. Brian was standing up now, looking at them with a neutral expression. A sharp stab of pain made itself known in the pit of Roger's stomach, and he wanted to be sick.
"Bri..?" His voice was cracking and someone patted his back with a warm hand. But the only thing that helped his anxiety was the friendly smile that spread on Brian's face.
"I was just waiting for a hug of my own" The guitarist shrugged, and in seconds he had his arms full of a blonde drummer.
"Oh god" Roger muttered, feeling like he could breathe right for the first time in months as Brian's arms wrapped around him.
"You're alright. Everything is fine"
"I was so scared"
"Of what?" Brian sounded confused again.
"That you'd… Hate me" Roger felt Brian pushing him backwards a bit, and now there was a pout on the older man's face.
"Hate you? For what?"
"For… This"
"We could never, silly. You're out friend, no matter what. Okay?"
"It was just so hard to believe"
"Well you better, darling" Freddie piped in, and when Roger looked at him, the singer was standing with a hand on his hip, looking like he was striking a pose for a paparazzi. "Queen is forever. That means all of us, together, as a family. No hate here, understood" The blonde smiled, the painful fear in his belly turning into happy butterflies.
"I only have one question. What should we call you?"
"Um… Roger"
"Roger Taylor. The greatest drummer of all time" Freddie did a flamboyant wave of his hand, rousing a laugh from Roger. "Has a nice ring to it, darling"
Today is a good day to write!
Suddenly my askbox got slapped with 8 asks, i dunno if you guys re sent the ones that this hellsite removed or if they just glitched themselves back , but i am back in business!
