#brianxroger

Prompt: #13 “I don’t want you to do that.” Fandom: Marvel comics (The Invaders) Rating: T

"I think it's best if I only go with you as far as Calais," Roger said, pacing back and forth as he always did when deep in thought, "and make my own way from there to Paris."

“I don’t want you to do that,” Brian said quietly from where he was perched on the bed.

Roger stopped and turned to look at him. His face spoke his confusion. "You don't think that's a good idea?"

"No, it's a fine idea. If that's where you're going."

"I am," Roger said firmly. "The Destroyer's work - your work - must go on."

"I know, I know. I agree. That's not what I meant." He couldn't seem to look at Roger properly, even though all he'd wanted for so long was to see his face again.

Roger crossed the room and knelt before him, taking Brian’s chin in his hand and tilting it down to look at him. "Then what did you mean?"

Brian swallowed. He felt captured by Roger's eyes, by Roger. "For the last three years, I thought you were dead or -. And I've barely had you back for a week and you're leaving again."

Roger frowned. "We have a duty. More than that, we have a responsibility. We made the wrong choice, the worst choice, and we can't change that but we can, we must, do what we can to help and try, in whatever way, to make up for it."

"You're right, of course you're right, I should listen to you more. I should have listened -"

Roger leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Don't start that again, Bri. I could have stopped us if I'd tried, and anyway, that's the past. It's the future that matters now."

Brian nodded jerkily. "Yes, yes, I only - I only think I'll be distracted by worry for you. Perhaps I should come with you."

"And let the American take all the glory?" Roger said with a grin. Then he became serious again. "Besides, then you'd just be worrying about Jac instead."

"Jac can take care of herself."

"So can I," Roger said dryly.

Brian laughed, though a little shakily. "I know. I know all of this, I didn't mean to argue with you, I just -" He pressed his knuckles to his lips as if he could keep the words in that way, but Roger only waited patiently for him to continue. "I just needed - wanted - to say it. To, I don't know, be selfish. Just once. Just so you know."

Roger stood up suddenly and looked down at Brian with a half-smile twisting his mouth, one side curving down, the other fighting its way upwards. "Oh, darling, of course I know. I want to leave you as much as you want to leave me. I know I -" He swallowed and Brian reached out and took his hand, knowing the years of amnesia were still a sore spot "- haven't been worrying about you in the same way, but I'm not looking forward to starting." He squeezed Brian's hand and then let go, moving his hand to Brian's chest so he could push him backwards and climb onto the bed between his knees. It put his face very close to Brian's, so he kissed him again.

"But we have a duty," Brian murmured against his lips.

 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 14: A song with the word LOVE in the title

Song: Lover Lover Lover - Leonard Cohen (I am not going to link this, because I am not that fond of the original, but I urge you to find the version from The Live In Dublin, it’s pure gold)

Pairing: Maylor (Brian May x Roger Taylor)

The title is a line from Lev Grossman’s book -The Magicians- which I had never heard of until Feb. 1, when searching for a title for this three-part series. And yeah, maybe it’s too long for people to remember, but since I liked it, here we are. We can call it IGMHDATMTB. Yeah. Still too long. Troubles maybe ??

Is this introduction getting too long ?? Probably.

Part 1 and Part 2

I don’t know if this is good enough as an ending, but  literally make as much time as I can to finish the 14 stories I wrote for this challenge. This is my last entry, I hope you enjoyed my fics, thanks to all who have read and even more to those who have given me feedback.

Takes place in late August ‘86 in some place by the sea.

A recap in Brian’s and Roger’s relationship.

Roger and Brian were strolling through the beach. After a successful and very demanding European tour, one with a positive outcome during which they had conquered venues, stadiums and captured audiences, the couple was enjoying some well deserved vacation. This time, they had no worries. Everything was working out perfectly for them, ever since that Saturday, July the 13th 1985, that a mesmerising performance in Live Aid had given them a great confidence boost. The band was cherishing their fair share of adoration and acceptance after the claims and accusations, critics and others, had been throwing at them for playing in countries where  Apartheid was happening during The Works Tour. That was exactly what Roger was currently reflecting upon.

“Brimi? Isn’t it lovely? For once in our career we are carefree. No one is going against us, we have no rush to finish an album, go on tour, nothing. We can just enjoy ourselves, do things we love just for our pleasure.” Roger said dreamily.

“Hmm, yeah… Remember when we didn’t know what we were going to do with the band? When Tim left and then Freddie joined and that skyrocketed us along with the addition of Deaky?” Brian replied.

The drummer smiled “Yeah, when we were so unsure… But it didn’t end there. We were broke in ‘75 and ‘A Night At The Opera’ was ride or die. Hadn’t we made it, we would rather die than pay all the debts…”

“How about ‘77 when the punk movement arose and we had to reestablish ourselves? And I should add the critics who commented on literally anything to mock us.” the guitarist reminded him.

“And then came fucking Hot Space because we had to make things more difficult by ourselves. And last but not least, we had again thoughts about disbanding after The Works Tour when not everything was fine.” the blonde guy’s voice sounded even hoarser and sarcastic at this comment.

“We were practically saved by Freddie in Live Aid. And here we are, for once without worries and burdens, just the two of us.” Brian said lovingly, and the couple shared a kiss.

They sat on the sand and gazed at the waves crashing in the shore, while the sun was slowly disappearing behind the mountains.

After a while Brian hummed a tune. The drummer looked at him wondering what he had in mind since he couldn’t recognise the song.

The curly man shared his train of thought aloud. “I was thinking about our relationship. It was always based on helping and supporting each other in the darkest of times, and I remembered some of Leonard Cohen’s lyrics. ‘You may come to me in happiness or you may come to me in grief, you may come to me in your deepest faith or you may come in disbelief…’ I thought this is an accurate depiction of our relationship. You have been there for me when I needed you the most, and I was there for you. As simple as that, but so difficult to actually achieve.” the guitarist concluded and Roger was melting at the sight and words of his lover. He was more than that of course, they were soul mates and loved each other more than life.

Roger lent in for a kiss, which led to a make out session and the rest of their life together…

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

I really hope you liked this part, please tell me what you thought of it with an ask (anon or not), private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know if it’s worth losing so many hours of studying for school lately to write 14 fics.

You can reblog if you want, I would appreciate it more than you could think… So, if you feel like reblogging don’t hesitate. Much love…

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 7: A song that makes you sad

Song: Heroes - David Bowie and here is another great cover version I like too

Pairing: Maylor (Brian May x Roger Taylor)

The title is a line from Lev Grossman’s book -The Magicians- which I had never heard of until Feb. 1, when searching for a title for this three-part series. And yeah, maybe it’s too long for people to remember, but since I liked it, here we are. We can call it IGMHDATMTB. Yeah. Still too long. Troubles maybe ?? 

Is this introduction getting too long ?? Probably.

This is the second part of three.

You can read Part 1 here.

This takes place in 1977, right after a press conference for Queen’s album News Of The World.

The four of them got into their house. The band had just come back home from their press conference for their 6th studio album, News Of The World. Freddie, Brian and John were disappointed and down-hearted while Roger was furious. Roger was hurt and fed up with the press. Critics were relentless with them and constantly mocked everything the band did, from their clothes and appearance to their music. The drummer had reached his breaking point and couldn’t take it anymore.

“What the fuck is wrong with them? Are we that bad? What is their problem with us?” Roger was practically shouting, his voice breaking while speaking, and he was on the verge of tears.

Roger was trembling and moving uncontrollably in the living room. Since Brian was more composed than the blonde boy was, when he saw the chance, the curly guitarist grabbed Roger and wouldn’t let him move. After he stopped fighting back, Brian embraced the drummer in an attempt to calm him down. Roger responded actively in that embrace, burying his head in Brian’s chest and letting out tears of frustration.

“Do you want to go to our bedroom to discuss this?” Brian suggested and Roger nodded against Brian’s chest.

In the meantime, Freddie and John were discussing the matter, sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee each. The press was indeed very much against them. The reporters used everything they could lay their hands upon to make them uncomfortable.

In Roger and Brian’s bedroom, the atmosphere was tensed. Brian was trying to hide his wrecked spirit and appear composed, even though Roger did not seem to be able to notice such things at present. “Rog? We have been through this shit countless times so far. Why? What happened? Care to tell me how you feel?”

“I know they have been throwing shit at us for quite some time to have gotten used to it. But Brian… what if they’re right?” Roger replied, emitting a sob.

“So that is what bothers you love? If their claims are true? What do you think? Aren’t you confident in what we have achieved the last four years? Would you prefer having the press with us and the public against us or ignoring us? Are you afraid we or you particularly aren’t good enough?” Roger wasn’t exactly an open book. His bubbly personality and outgoing character almost always managed to muffle his agitated soul, covering his insecurities and worries.

“To be honest, I’m afraid I am not enough for you, the band. I have extreme faith in you guys, but I am not sure if my drumming abilities are on the same level as the three of you. My point is, I wonder if there is any percentage of truth in the words of those fucking critics.” the blonde concluded, emitting another sob.

Brian’s previous feelings of disappointment subsided, making space for evergrowing anger towards the press, that had achieved to surface his boyfriend’s invalid insecurities. The curly boy wanted to swap all those misconceptions his lover had formed about himself at once. “Rog, you are a great drummer. Without you behind the kit, we wouldn’t have done any of the things we have achieved so far. Actually, we wouldn’t even have tried to achieve those because, if I remember correctly, we only formed Smile after I met you and was amazed by your splendid drumming skills. Then, we got Freddie along his great voice and piano, and John’s sick basslines. What I’m trying to say is that Queen wouldn’t have worked the same or, more possibly, at all, with some other people.” Roger smiled at Brian’s argument. He had summed up their whole career in a few lines.

“I guess you have a point Brimi. But what if I can’t make it any further?” Roger answered, still not convinced.

Brian had the perfect response. “Roger what was the reason you came all the way to London from Cornwall?”

“To find a band to play for!”

“Exactly! And well, you have. The question now is, are you enjoying it, do you love doing this, or is it making you anxious nowadays?”

“Yes, yes I do. I know my worries will pop up every now and then but I will be fine. Either way, most of the time I get to be with you, Freddie and John, not the reporters. It’s just that I am fed up with the assholes we have to deal with. This whole system is making me sick, wanting to throw up at just how dirty and corrupted it is.” The drummer seemed to be getting emotional again.

Brian was about to say something, when a better idea popped in his mind. He picked up Roger and headed to their living room, despite the younger boy objecting. In reality, Roger couldn’t do anything, the lanky guitarist, in spite of his fragile appearance was strong enough to carry him. The curly man finally put him on the floor and then sat beside him and searched through the pile of vinyls, searching for a very specific one and couldn’t help but wonder how it had been on the bottom when it had been for less than a month in their collection. “Babe, I want you to listen to this record with your heart and soul this time. I know you have listened to it many many times so far, but I think it makes much more sense now.” Brian turned to Roger and finally played the record on the turntable. It was Heroes. Roger loved David Bowie and Brian knew the power a song could have over anyone. Roger felt like Brian was really speaking to him, promising him he would be there for him anytime, ready to fight anyone who would dare to go against them or their love.

“Though nothing will drive them away, we can beat them, just for one day. We can be heroes, just for one day. ‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact. Yes we’re lovers, and that is that. We can be Heroes. We’re nothing, and nothing will help us. We can be heroes.”

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

I really hope you liked this part, please tell me what you thought of it with an ask (anon or not), private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know if it’s worth losing so many hours of studying for school lately to write 14 fics.