(This can be used with Roger Taylor x Reader or Ben Hardy!Roger)

Concept: This is loosely based off of Letter to Hermione by David Bowie. You moved to London for a student exchange program in college. Met Roger there and ended up dating for 4 years only to break up once you moved back to the states for a publishing deal on your book. Now, 5 years later, you are married, work as a studio drummer (roger gave you a few lessons and you were actually quite good at it, started taking professional lessons and so it went), also are an author with one successful book, own a house in a boring neighborhood with your husband, and overall have a very steady life, and yet you are still deeply in love with Roger. When Queen comes to America for their tour, you and him meet again unexpectedly. It causes havoc in both your hearts and lives.

how I see the characters 

Warnings: (Angst, slight smut, long-term pining, cuss words)

Word Count: 2400+

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You just got done with another day at the studio recording some track for some singer with absolutely no talent, your arms were sore from playing so many reps because the singer just couldn’t seem to get through a song once and constantly had re record every track they sang. As a hired studio drummer you had to deal with any ass that had enough money to hire you through the record label. It paid well and was better than a simple 9-5 job, but some days it is terribly frustrating. You turn down the road to your house and come out of your thoughts, starting to pay attention to the song thats on the radio and it sounds really good, not like most songs on the radio.

She’s a killer queen,

gunpowder gelatin,

dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind

You swear the voice sounds like someone familiar but you just can’t place it. Then the song ends and the radio hosts announces “That was Killer Queen everybody by up and coming artists Queen” Now you know what it sounds familiar. You hadn’t really heard any of their music since you came back to America, it being too painful to ever really enjoy. But now, things were different, you were different, and you wanted to hear their new album. After all, you were there for the beginning you should at least try to take an interest in them. You drive past your house and to the nearest record shop, buying their album Sheer Heart Attack. Once home you put it on and start folding a load of laundry, on your bedroom floor. Examining the cover of the album a little bit, you realized that each one of them looks so different than when you first met them, however roger still remained just as attractive as when you were together. In fact the position he is in on the album cover reminds you of a moment you shared with him. It was just after you guys had got done having drunken sex on a bedroom floor during a party, you climbed up onto the bed which was abnormally high and looked down at him attempting to light a cigarette. And He looked up at you, sweaty, shirt unbuttoned eyes filled with ecstasy. As your mind began to wander with how you got to that point you remembered the events before hand, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you onto him, his whispers of praise and commands, his lips ghosting across your neck.

You and Rog ran up to an empty bedroom in Freddie’s house like two teenagers in love, stumbling into the room Roger pushes you up against the door slamming it closed causing you to gasp and him using your surprise to grab your wrists and pin them behind you.

“Don’t you ever tease me like that again in public, I saw what you were doing out there. Bending over just at the right times, spreading your legs when you knew only I could see.” he practically growled against your skin

“What can I say? I love seeing you flustered.”

“Trust me,I’m not gonna be the one who looks flustered in a few minutes.”

“Hmm, is that a challenge?”

“You wish love”

He then inched his hand up your skirt and kissed you softly, licking the bottom of your lip and rubbing soft circles on your upper thigh. You grab his hair and kiss him sloppily, lightly pulling at his hair every time his fingers move farther up your thigh. He moves his hand up and pushes your underwear out of the way lightly rubbing your clit. At that same moment he bites your bottom lip and this causes you to let out a slight moan.

“Want more love?” he whispers against your ear sending shivers down your spine.

      Now leaning against your dresses you pull out the small vibrator in your nightstand and use it to the image of Roger behind your eyelids. Soft moans escaping your lips as you bring yourself to your high. Right before you let yourself release your husband, Nathan Jones, walked into the front door and slamming it loudly.

     Jumping out of your skin you shove your vibrator back into your night stand and quickly go back to folding clothes. Almost afraid that he would be able to see the moments you had just been picturing on your face. Which was preposterous because you had never told him about Roger, you told him about everything else, that you guys were best friends, how you had a life in London, and how you had close friends, but you never told him about Roger or Queen. Almost as if if you didn’t talk about it, You could erase it from your memory too.

You and your husband were sat at dinner with Rachel and Joe, your best friend and her husband. Despite Rachel being the closest you have to a friend at the moment, she knew nothing about you, nothing about who you were, and nothing about anything you truly care about.  Everyone was heavily involved in their small talk, but all you could think about was how you could be using this time to work on the sequel to your book. The first one sold so well that you signed a contract with your publisher for a sequel. However the story isn’t connecting together the way you had envisioned and you were stuck trying to figure out how to fix the plot. Becoming completely lost in your book you didn’t hear your best friend Rachel mention how she and her boyfriend were going to a Queen concert tomorrow. Snapping you out of your daydream your husband says

“Earth to (y/n)”.

“What? Sorry I’m just- exhausted.”

“Well if you had been paying attention, you would be able to answer the question Rachel asked you.” You were taken aback by his aggressive tone.

“Sorry, Rachel. What were you asking?” you said through gritted teeth trying to keep from snapping at your husband.

“Oh just that there was this band I really like coming to town, Queen, I bought tickets for me and Joe but he has business meeting that night and I was wondering if you’d like to come.” she hadn’t caught on to the dynamic between me and Nathan. Speaking with ease as if a man constantly bickering and snapping at his wife was supposed to be normal. However that’s not what had my mind in knots no, it was the pretense that after 5 years I could be in the same room as Roger Taylor. It was the notion that even after 5 years and a husband that boy had my heart in my throat and my contents of my stomach threatening to spill out of my mouth.

“No, I’m sorry I can’t that night. I have a work thing” my voice staying calm but I know my face did not look it.

“Really because I haven’t even told you the date yet? Come on (y/n) you never do anything fun, it’s just one night and the ticket is already paid for.” her words seemed distant and you were trying to bring your head back down from the dangerous place it had gone. Thoughts were buzzing through your head and for a split second You were no longer you, but the girl you 6 years ago looking at who you are now as if through a looking glass. Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched her older self sit at a table with a woman who did not know her and a man she did not love. In a dress she hated but knew it would allow her to feel normal and comfortable among the people she was with. She felt the urge that she had always felt when she was younger, to run. To take everything she had and run. Then it was over and you were who you are now again, but the anxiety had not gone away.

“Sorry my stomachs not feeling well I need to go to the bathroom”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Rachel was a good friend, but she could never help you through what you were working through at the moment.

“Oh no, stay and enjoy your dinner I’ll be fine.”

You made your way back to the restroom trying to regain your steadiness, your comfort, your sensibilities. However that’s when you heard it, a voice you hadn’t heard in years but could pinpoint out of an entire crowd.

“(Y/N)?” He spoke your name like he had been waiting to say it, like it had been built up behind all of his other words and finally got a chance to come out. You turned around in absolute shock that the blonde haired, blue eyed man that You never thought you would see again, was now standing in front of you. You said his name and it felt like every other time you had said his name was mixed into this one, the first time he introduced himself to you, the time you found him flirting with another woman, the time he gave you the best orgasm of your life, the time you showed up at his house at 3 am completely plastered and sobbing for no reason other than that you had lost his favorite shirt when you went to Germany for a week, the last goodbye you said to him at the airport on London.

“Roger?” his eyes looked like they had the first time we met, hopeful, expecting, afraid. Until he looked down at your left hand and saw the wedding wing perched on your finger. His face fell and he looked at you.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve talked cactus.” you were taken aback by his use of the nickname he gave you. You never told anyone about it when I moved back to the states, mainly because it would only remind you of him. After about a month or two of your friendship you two were watching a movie in his apartment and he turned to you and said You know, you remind me of a cactus. You’re so cold, prickly, and very much an asshole on the surface. But I just after having seen you cry over a dog in a children’s movie I now know the truth. You are nothing but a gooey little mushy ball of feelings inside all that false roughness.” Since that moment on he called you Cactus. The memory makes your heart clench inside your chest. Just in that moment, between his words and your words intervened Rachel who had came back to check on you in the bathroom. Low and behold you never made it.

“Oh my God, you’re Roger Taylor!” she said excitedly then took a second to asses the moment that the two of you looked held in and she asked “Do you two know each other?” you wanted to tell her yes, that he was the only person who knew you and that as far as you knew you were the only person who knew him. But instead you said

“Not really, used to hang out at the bar he used to play gigs at.” he caught on to your lie

“Yeah, me and (y/n) just used to be drinking buddies.” he chuckled softly, almost not enough to hear but you did.

“You never told me that (y/n)! And you wanted to skip out on the concert with me tomorrow night.” Roger then had the audacity to say

“Well if you can’t make it to the concert maybe you guys would like to come to a little party we’re having tonight.” before you have the time to shoot the idea down with a shotgun, Rachel says

“We’d love to. But we have dates with us, can they come to?”

Roger looks at you with a sly smile, one he used to give you while you were in the crowd at concerts, right before the band left the stage and he knew that you and him would hook up in the boys dressing room afterward.

“Of course they can come, I’d love to meet the new people in (y/n)’s life.” He then gave Rachel an address and time while you were stood dumbfounded by the hand that life had just dealt you.

“We’ll see you there. It was great meeting you Roger.”

“You as well”

You didn’t say anything. You both went back to your table, Rachel describing everything that had just happened, and you staring off into space still picture Roger’s face in you head. As your husband placed his hand on yours.