I’m so amazed to see this many people in the fandom still appreciating slash fiction, I honestly thought we were few and far between. I’m quite curious to know which pairing is the most popular at the moment (I have an inkling), so on the occasion of reaching 500 followers, I encourage you to send an ask or reply to this post with your favourite pairing (possibly also your favourite genre), and I’ll write a fic for the pairing with most votes!
And for those new to the fandom, these are the most commonly used ship names:
Frian - Freddie/Brian
Froger - Freddie/Roger
Deacury - Freddie/John
Maylor - Brian/Roger
Breaky (though some call it Maycon) - Brian/John
Joger - Roger/John
Thank you all so much for following this blog, I’m happy the fandom is still very much alive ❤
They do switch at times, but most often Freddie tops. It’s one of the few, if not the only, areas of Brian’s life where he can let go of control, & so relishes in it. Not that he’s just lying there and taking it - he is, according to Freddie, quite the bossy bitch. It doesn’t help him much - no one orders Freddie Mercury around, not even his naked, touch hungry lover, skin slick and mouth wet, desperately searching friction for his poor, neglected cock
25. Who needs more assurance?
They both do, really, but their need for it manifests in different ways: their relationship is so messed up in the beginning, Brian constantly being put to the test, almost encouraged to cheat because Freddie is so afraid of having his heart broken & this is a way to protect himself. And they’re both awful at communicating, only do so through sex, until Brian (finally! and after much urging from Rog&Deaks) sits them both down to talk. And when Freddie eventually learns to have faith in their relationship, the difference is staggering, & he really gives it his all.
The stress put on Brian from Freddie’s mistrust has added to already existing insecurities, and he often gets stuck in his own head. Freddie is very aware of this, and he’s fine tuned to catch the shifts in Brian mood so he can distract him before it gets too bad. His preferred method of distraction (after sex, but he’s learned that there are better ways of communicating) is telling Brian all the things he loves about him while they’re cuddled close, his fingers drawing soothing circles on his skin, like he’s trying to work the words into his body
Author: laliquey Pairing: Freddie/Brian Rating: Mature Summary: ‘A Berlin hookup’ Favourite line(s):
‘“Tsk tsk. What about your rule?” The rule was written on a pub napkin early in the tour and endorsed by the entire band. Freddie shall not pursue romances longer than 48 hours while on tour came after two weeks of rockiness and tears over a Swedish fan, and horrid drama with a pretty Dutch boy after that.’
They switch, but Roger tends to top when it’s tender and drawn out and a little bit emotional, while Brian usually tops when it’s quick and rough. It’s not uncommon that they disappear to the gents after a press conference (or before and after a show. or at parties. or in the studio (john never really recovered from that one). or—), and most often Roger is to blame because it’s really really hard to keep his hands to himself when his boyfriend is so smart and talented and pretty and it’s even harder not to tell him exactly what he would like those lovely hands, currently gesturing as Brian speaks, to do to him
12. Who initiates kisses?
Brian is often so caught up in whatever he’s doing that he tends to forget that he has full access to a lovely pair of lips on an even lovelier boy for a large potion of the day. Fortunately for Brian, he doesn’t miss out too much, because Roger can think of few better pastimes than kissing, and when it comes down to it, Brian’s not too hard to distract
14. Who kisses the hardest?
Brian, definitely—everything’s hard and rough once he gets going. Roger’s kisses, when he initiates them, are slow and soft and teasing
24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
Roger! Please refer back to #11. He just can’t help himself, especially because while Brian is (always) initially annoyed, most often his teasing pays off very, very well
Author: _dothefandango Pairing: Freddie/Roger Rating: General audiences Summary: Roger and Freddie meet for the first time for some drinks at Brian’s.
Comments: Gah, I love this. It’s mostly dialogue, but it’s so well written, really draws a picture even with what little description there is. I can so easily imagine this playing out, I love it to bits!
Author: new_evolution Pairing: Freddie/John Rating: PG Summary: John is hot and irritable. Pointless visits to art galleries are not helping. Notes: You need to be a member of Q/ to view this content Favourite line(s):
Freddie kept up a constant stream of chatter, explaining what surrealism was, or the life of Monet, or the relative merits of oils and pastels, but John found it difficult to take an interest. Freddie accused him of having the aesthetic sensibilities of a turnip, and he didn’t disagree.
Comments: A short & sweet fic for a Wednesday evening. The writer makes good use of the ~750 words, adding enough details that you get a clear sense of characters and scenery, and capturing the mood, especially in the end, perfectly.
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Hi! For the ask thingy, maylor, 4 and 22. Thank you❤❤❤
4. Favorite non-sexual activity?
The obvious one is making music, which they both enjoy very much, especially when they’re just messing around the two of them, using nothing but their voices and an old acoustic. Brian likes philosophical discussions, but also talks about themselves; their dreams and passions and flaws and shortcomings. While Roger never initiates them, he always takes it seriously when Brian does, and they often end up talking for hours, learning new things about each other and growing closer every time. Roger’s favourite activities are the more mundane parts of their day, like standing in front of the bathroom sink together while shaving or brushing their teeth, elbows and hips and shoulders knocking together and smiles caught in the mirror, but also quiet car rides at night when the other can’t sleep
22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?
After one too many cooking related accidents, including but not limited to kitchen fires, second-degree burns, and that stain that never came out, Roger has been banned from the kitchen. It suits him well enough - while he does prefer a good steak, he doesn’t mind eating veggie food as long as he doesn’t have to cook. And if he really craves something else, there’s always takeout, and he does know how to use the microwave (except when it comes to eggs. do not cook eggs in the microwave)
“I got another parking ticket today,” Brian said fretfully. “Can any of you give me a ride to school tomorrow?”
“Again? That’s the fourth one this year, Bri,” John said between mouthfuls of clam chowder.
“I left the car there and ran into the library to return some books. I was just gone for five minutes! And the street was deserted, for God’s sake. Anyway, they towed it away and now I’m deprived of transportation.”
“Maybe the meter maid has got a crush on you, and is looking for excuses to tow your heart away,” Roger teased and inwardly grinned at his cleverness. He loved songs about cars in general. No one at the table seemed to see the humor in it, though. Freddie rolled his eyes and whispered to him, “You’re one to talk.” John almost choked on his chowder.
Brian was also unamused. “I’m serious, guys. Can you lend me your car or give me a ride? Public transportation is rather inconvenient, they’ll recognize me and it will be such a scene.”
John shook his head. “Sorry, I’m seeing Veronica in the morning.”
“And my car has a broken, uh, carburetor, right! So you can’t take mine either,” Freddie said quickly, then added, “On the other hand, Rog has a perfectly functioning car that is his second-most adored thing in the world.”
“I wonder what’s in first place,” John said under his breath, but it didn’t escape Roger’s ears, and he kicked John in the shins under the dining table.
“That’s great! Will you let me borrow your car, Roger? Just for the morning. If you’re not busy, of course.”
Freddie smiled mischievously, “He also happens to be available in the morning, isn’t he? Why don’t you drive Brian, dear?”
“I thought I had to do the hoovering around the house tomorrow? And the dishes,” Roger objected.
“No, darling, fortunately you are relieved of your housework duties for tomorrow. Deaky will cover for you. What a convenient arrangement.”
“Wait, isn’t he seeing Veronica?” Brian questioned.
“Veronica will understand,” John said reassuringly, but Roger was fairly sure that he would be spending the entire morning laughing with Freddie and waiting until he came back to tease him about the private moments he had with Brian during the ride.
“Still, I can’t put Roger through so much trouble. Really, Rog, you can just stay at home and sleep. I promise I’ll be careful with your car, and it’s just for the morning, I’ll be back before lunch.”
Roger nodded, and the conversation was settled for five minutes as they all took large bites of pizza (vegetarian for Brian, extra cheesy for the others) and large sips of coke (Brian settled for still water). Then Freddie wiped his mouth with a napkin and brought it up again. “Come to think of it, Roger does have to run some errands tomorrow. He’ll have to get out of the house anyway.”
“What errands?” Roger asked warily, wondering what kind of excuses his pals will make up to set him up with Brian for what, a half-hour ride?
“Well, uhm, you can always come pick up our stage outfits at the dry-cleaner’s! It happens to be rather near Imperial, I think.”
“Oh yes, go grocery shopping and pick up some cheese and bread, will you?” John chimed in. “For breakfast, you know. Cheese on toast. Classic.”
“Well I can do it on my way ba-“
“Hush, Brian. It’s not your job. You will do it, won’t you, Roger?”
“Fine,” he relented. “Fine.” Brian smiled at him from across the table, and he accidentally smudged ketchup all over his cheek as the slice of pizza missed his mouth.
Roger was up at 6 sharp, which was too early an hour for him to function, but today he had to. He hastily brushed his teeth, get dressed and went into the kitchen. The cold morning air greeted him, and he felt very compelled to come back to the comfy single bed in his room. Brian was at the stove, frying vegan pancakes and humming a jolly little tune that Roger failed to recognize as he poured himself a cup of black coffee. He briefly considered adding milk and sugar, but decided against it. The more horrendous the taste, the better it worked to keep him awake.
“Good morning. I must say, it’s been a while since I saw you up this early.”
Roger grunted in response. Back in his college days, he used to skip all lectures that took place before 9 in the morning. “I’d be sleeping anyway,” he had reasoned, “better do it in the comfort of my bed.” Brian had found it very amusing, although there was a hint of disapproval in his smile.
“Want some pancakes?” Brian now slid a plate in front of him and sat down next to him at the table. “New and improved recipe. I’m sure it’s been a while since you last had breakfast.”
“I do have breakfast! Skipping breakfast is not good at all. I’m aware of the consequences,” Roger said defensively.
“By definition, though, breakfast should be before 10. After that it’s called brunch. So you do eat, but it’s not breakfast, it’s brunch.”
“Okay, you win.” Roger poured honey all over his pancakes, while Brian had them plain. “Do you always eat your pancakes like that? Isn’t that boring?”
“Well, it can be better, but we’re out of jam, and I don’t know where to get hold of that grapefruit jam. Seriously, though, how do they know that it’s my favorite?”
“Who?” mumbled Roger.
“My secret admirer. I don’t know anything about them. I reckon they’re lovely, though. I wish I could return the affection, or at least the favor.”
“You don’t have to. You deserve it. And you don’t even know who they are,” he reminded Brian. This was definitely among the weirdest things he had ever done, he realized, discussing his anonymous declarations of love with the recipient of said affection. Weird didn’t even begin to cover it. It was awkward and thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
“They know so much about me. These things are not exactly public knowledge, are they?” Brian was persistent. “Maybe if I looked closely enough, I might find some clues as to who they are.”
There was no doubt about that, Brian was one of the smartest people he had ever known. There were certainly many clues, many traces he had not thought of erasing. He swallowed the panic rising in his throat, “Yeah, but maybe it’s better not to. They want to stay anonymous for now. Maybe… they need some more time. And they’ll reveal themselves when they’re ready.”
Brian looked at him. “You really think so?”
“Just… stop wondering and finish your pancakes, Bri. You’ll be late.”
The drive took a bit longer than expected because of heavy traffic. Brian busied himself with the morning newspaper, while Roger busied himself with ideas for the next love note. They didn’t talk much, but the silence was comfortable. Roger knew Brian appreciated it as much as he did.
After dropping Brian off at the university, Roger headed to the confectionery shop he had visited a while ago to get more grapefruit jam. Then he went for a drive around his old neighborhood during their Smile days, until it was time to come back to pick Brian up.
When they got home they were welcomed by the sight of John and Freddie lounging on the couch with stupid grins on their faces. The house was not vacuumed, the dirty dishes were still piled up in the sink. “You slacked off,” Roger said in an accusing tone.
“Hello to you, too. Oh, where’s my cheese?”
“Yes, where are the clothes, Rog? What have you been doing?”
“The clothes are still being ironed, and the store is out of stock,” Roger replied sweetly, unfazed. “Sorry, folks.”
“But he found where the grapefruit jam is sold! He’s fantastic,” Brian interjected brightly. “Look! He got me like eight jars. Good stuff.” He then proceeded to the kitchen to put the jars on the top shelf of the cupboard, which was out of everyone’s reach but himself, all the while humming the happy tune that Roger still failed to recognize.
“Productive morning, huh?” Freddie smirked. “No need to thank us, dear. You know what, you’re exempted from your household duties until Brian gets his car back, and we’ve still got plenty of errands for you to run.”
In the following days, Freddie and John made sure to come up with excuses to send Roger out of the house every time Brian had to go to school. However, waking up early was just a once-in-a-while thing for Roger to accomplish. He would come into the kitchen in his pajamas and chewed on his pancakes drowsily as Brian consumed alarming amounts of sugary jam. Brian always offered to drive out of safety concerns (“Living is easy with eyes closed, but driving isn’t, Rog.”) and Roger would fall asleep in the front seat with his face pressed against the cool glass. Then he’d find a space to park the car and went back to sleep until Brian returned.
Roger woke up to the sound of knocking outside his door. His head was pounding, maybe it was because the knocking had been going on for so long that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Freddie never bothered to knock, John would just knock once out of faux politeness and come in anyway, so that could only be one person.
“Good lord, just come in,” he called out. He wondered why Brian wanted to see him at this time. Brian got his car back yesterday, there was no need for Roger to be his chauffeur anymore.
Brian immediately opened the door and entered, a black silhouette in the darkness beside the bed. “Rog, look at this.” He pressed a piece of paper to Roger’s face. It was all blurry, though, and Roger’s brain was frozen - the knocking was still echoing inside.
“W-wait. What. What time is it. What’s this. Bri, I can’t see.”
“Half past six. And it’s a parking ticket. Look!” Brian said impatiently.
Something about the parking ticket sounded familiar. “Good lord. Another?”
“No, it’s not. Not a real one. I don’t know. Take a look, please.”
Roger blinked and sat up dazedly, pushing the sheets aside. Only then did it hit him. Oh God, he had forgotten all about this, the reason why he had sneaked out of the house at one o’clock the previous night. It was a regular parking ticket which was addressed to “Penguin” and said, “Baby you can drive my car, and maybe you’ll love me.” The handwriting, of course, wasn’t Roger’s, it belonged to the meter maid he had seen near Imperial one day when he was waiting for Brian, whom he had asked for a ticket to write his note on. She was rather impressed at his creativity and happily wrote the note for him.
“This was stuck on the windshield,” Brian explained. “Maybe it really is the meter maid.”
Roger stifled a yawn. “Maybe. I don’t care. It’s too early for this.”
Brian’s face fell. “Gosh, you’re right. Sorry for waking you. I was just so excited. Uhm, I’d better get going. Get back to sleep, then.”
Roger rolled over and pressed his face to the pillow, not bothering to reply. Brian exited and closed the door softly. However, he couldn’t go back to sleep. He was now wide awake, realizing that he actually preferred to sleep in the front seat of his car with Brian by his side.
Comments: Gotta love scheming Fred&Deaks! This chapter is my favourite so far - Brian remains oblivious, but adorably so, Roger gets too little sleep, and John and Freddie are too clever and funny for their own good. The story’s really taking shape now, and this part is sweet enough to give you a toothache!
i’m gonna take this opportunity to remind everyone in the queen fandom to not bother bri & rog about maylor
they are aware that it exists. they don’t like it. they both have wives that they adore. Shipping maylor is not necessarily bad, if you want to do that it’s totally fine!! and they’ve been friends for decades, their friendship is strong enough to take all of that but just don’t tag them in manips and memes about it. please. just. don’t. Personally, if I was shipped with my best friend i’d be disgusted and uncomfortable. Of course people react in different ways but i think most people would NOT like to be confronted with it. But like i said, maylor itself isn’t bad, but just keep it within the fandom please
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