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venus ✧ roger taylor (ch. one)

— 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! ; sorry if there are orthographic errors, this is my first time writing in english since it is not my native language. if you know spanish in my wattpad profile you can read this same fic in spanish. and welcome to venus! 

— 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬! ; epigraph, one

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠! ; hardy! roger taylor x original character (venus austin)

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! ; Venus Kendrick Austin was an misfit who loved to break the rules without caring what the others thought or said about her. Venus is a lover of music and art that studies Fine Arts at East London University where, by luck or disgrace, she meets the heartbreaker of the university Roger Taylor and together they fulfill the dream of their lives.

THE CIGARETTE WAS CONSUMED RAPIDLY WHILE VENUS SUCKED FROM IT. The smoke came out of her mouth like a big thick ball of smoke, making her relax her shoulders almost instantly as she felt the nicotine entering her system, although she didN’t feel relaxed at all. She swung her feet from side to side as she watched the night campus full of drunk people and, most likely, drugged who had come to celebrate the holidays at the Imperial University.

The music was heard loud and clear from the bar that was a couple of meters from the bench where she was sitting. For some time she had lost Maeve, she had probably gone home with some boy and, frankly, Venus was thinking about the same thing but without the heaviness of a companion.

“And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me” She murmured listening to the chords of Let It Be, which was being played in the bar of the university. The cigarette still lit on her right hand while the left moved from side to side to the rhythm of the song, as did her body, which began to sway gently from side to side. The Beatles' voices joined hers in beautiful harmony, making her care less about the tone of voice so she stopped murmuring and began to sing with all the feeling she had, making the few sober people turn their heads to see the siren owner of that voice.

Not far from the bank, in the same door of the bar, a blonde with long hair was observing her with a smile on his face and a brunette with long legs in his arms. The girl, noticing the lack of attention, separated her face from his neck and looked at him with a frown.

"Roger, are you listening to  me?" She tugged on the lapels of the boy's jacket, causing him, with too much effort, to look down at her.

"What's up, Adele?" He asked with some annoyance before turning his gaze to the girl who was now smiling at the strangers who applauded.

The brunette frowned even more, letting go "It's Daisy”.

“Oh, right” He made a bad attempt to look surprised but the college student realized that she hadn’t the slightest interest in what her name was or in herself. She looked at him with a fake smile on her lips.

“Go to hell” The palm of her hand impacted against his cheek and after giving him a smile of satisfaction she moved away from him to enter at the bar again.

Roger followed her with his gaze and shrugged. He brought his hand to the affected area once he claimed that the girl had gotten into the bar.

“Fuck, it itches ” He made a grimace writhing in place while rubbing his cheek in quick movements to try to make the itch go away, eventually it did but that didn’t stop to leave a big red mark on his entire left cheek. He snorted when he saw his reflection in one of the bar windows. He glanced quickly over his shoulder in the direction where Venus was still sneered, this time alone. He raised his eyebrows at seeing her alone and smiled to himself before turning to the window again and fixing his hair, when he was satisfied with the result he gave a smile to his reflection accompanied by a wink and turned to go towards the bench.

He walked unhurriedly towards her and when he reached his destination he sat down next to the girl, turned in his place to look at her and opened his mouth to speak but she did before.

“It's bad manners to look at a young lady for so long” She lit another cigarette and soon took it to her lips. Roger's eyes followed the nicotine stick and concentrated on her lips when it reached them "It could be considered harassment, you know?".

"It's not harassment if the lady is interested too, love" He shrugged a second time in the night before bringing his fingers to her lips and snatching the cigar. When the skin of his fingers brushed lightly with her lower lip theirs eyes made contact, contact that Venus broke when his hands slowly and tortuously separated the white stick from his mouth. They both smiled at the same time, Venus hiding her face from him and him with his gaze on her.

They both remained silent for a few seconds, still thinking about the event just happened, their eyes turned away from each other. The Austin girl frowned thinking that the situation with her feelings was too strange because she had only seen the boy once and her stomach was already causing the typical pressure that made her want to let out a high-pitched scream. She let out a slight sigh, scolding her hormones to relax. Giving a frantic look to the campus in search of something that would entertain her.

“You didn’t tell me your name” She felt his blue eyes fall back on her skin, almost burning her. He smiled, pressing his tongue against his lower teeth.

“I'm not going to tell you, Roger Taylor” She pressed her lips together, making them disappear in a to thin line while shrugging, turning around to look at him.

“Oh, but you know my name” He opened his mouth feigning surprise. He brought his right hand to his chest, placing it over the heart, formed a pout “C’mon, love. It isn’t fair that I don’t know the name of the love of my life but she does”.

Immediately Vee snorted amused thinking that Roger Taylor was a cliché with legs and blond hair “Love of your life?”.

“My father usually says that when you like something and have a strong feeling towards it, it’s because it is destined to be something important in your life. I am completely convinced that you are the love of my life" He took the pack of cigarettes out of one of his jacket pockets and offered one to Venus, who nodded, reaching for it, but before she could, Roger pulled ot close to his lips and kissed the cigarette before extending it again. The brunette shook her head accepting him.

“Oh seriously?”.

“Yes” He said with his cigar already lit.

“I don’t believe you”.

“Well, that's your problem”.

“And how many girls have you said that?” She raised both eyebrows causing the smile that formed on the lips of the drummer to fall making her laugh internally.

Roger quickly reassembled, throwing his shoulders back, preparing to release his next comment "Yes, I've told too many. But...

“But?” Asked, curious by the continuation of his comment.

He raised a hand, his cigarette between his index and middle fingers, indicating that she will wait.

“Dramatic pause” He whispered making her laugh again, but this time really. He smiled at the sound that swore he heard ten times better than his beloved drums. He winked at her “Ready?”.

“Of course” She smiled excited and entertained by the situation. She should thank Maeve tomorrow for leaving her alone, this was much more entertaining than seeing her trying to flirt with some dude.

“But none compares to you”.

"No!" She exclaimed before they both began to laugh, drawing the attention of the other university students, although they didn’t care much.

A week had happened since the last time Venus saw Roger Taylor and, definitely, Venus wasn’t too happy with that fact and that scared her because she knew the boy's reputation among the university students thanks to Maeve, who had been responsible to update her about Smile's drummer and his many conquests the day after that night when they both laughed and talked about stupidities as if they were lifelong friends who had just met again after many years without seeing each other. .

Venus Austin was a realist who knew that she hadn’t much chance of having the campus heartthrob drooling over her and leaving her hobby to go from bed to bed like a bee going from flower to flower just for her, for the — supposed — l love of his life. She knew that he only wanted to get into her pants and she was fine with it because everyone is free to do whatever they wants with their life but she didn’t want to screw up and develop feelings for him.

She knew there was more than one girl that had happened to her.

When she told this to her best friend, Maeve said, "You're nineteen! You have to go out, dance, sing, hook up with boys. You have to live! You'll have time to find an guy to marry you and settle down but first you have to lose it so ¡fuck Roger Taylor and then you tell me”.

The crazy of Maeve gave her advice above all, though Venus knew she would not need them because Roger Taylor would have forgotten about her back to school.

Oh, how wrong she was.

“Goodbye, Vee” Some of her classmates said goodbye to her when the alarm sounded throughout the university. She gave them a short smile and turned around to go to her room where she would lock herself up all afternoon with a couple of packets of tobacco, some chocolate and old movies, maybe, just maybe, she would invite Maeve and even maybe her sister if she wasn’t too busy with her work.

Muttering the lyrics of some song that she didn’t know it’s name and the singer's name, she continued her way down the hall full of students. She sighed, she was already missing the vacation. She smiled relieved when she left the building and proceeded to take the package and lighter from her purse, leaning on one of the walls of the building. She brought the white tube to her lips and threw her head back when the smoke hit her lungs.

A light touch on her right shoulder made her open her eyes. She growled slightly, mentally cursing the bastard who had interrupted her in her moment of relief before turning around.

"Yes?" She raised her eyebrows, staring at the man with remarkable deep circles under his eyes.

"You're Venus, right?" He asked, making her frown "Venus Austin, right?”.

“Yeah, that's my name” She nodded somewhat confused by the situation, tilted her head to the side while watching him from top to bottom. He was tall “And you are?”.

“I'm Tim Staffell” He gave her a smile before taking his free hand between hers and beginning to shake them slightly, Venus followed the movement with her eyes “Look, the other day, at the party of the Imperial, I heard you sing and, well, I have a band and I would love for you to be part of it”

Actually, Tim was lying. Yes, he had heard her singing that night and yes, he had a band but he didn’t want a member anymore just because Venus' voice had dazzled him but because he needed a replacement for himself when he left with Humpy Bong. He knew that Brian would love the voice of the girl Austin and Roger, well, Roger would think she was hot and accept only for that reason.

"Eh, yeah, you'll see" She slipped from her grip before running her hand through the fabric of his coat, trying to cleanse her skin from the stranger's touch "I'm not looking for a job, but thanks”.

“No, no” He denied when the girl started to walk away “It's not a job, we only make music for fun and love of our own music. Although it is true that we earn money every time we play in a university or bar”.

"Good for you, Timmy" She shrugged and resumed her walk before she had the man in front of her again. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh, for the queen”.

“Please, Maeve has told me that you love to sing and that your dream is to be a singer. You could fulfill it” He joined both palms, just as he was praying making her roll her eyes when she heard the name of her best friend.

She clicked her tongue “Maeve, of course” She pulled the strap of her backpack over her shoulder and took a drag on the cigarette that was consumed only between her fingers. She bit her lower lip “If I say that yes will you leave me alone?”.

Tim nodded before she pushed him out of the way and continued her walk to her room.

As I said, Venus was wrong.

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venus ✧ edits

✧ edits of venus austin and roger taylor from my bohemian rhapsody fic venus

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venus ✧ roger taylor

— 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! ; sorry if there are orthographic errors, this is my first time writing in english since it is not my native language. if you know spanish in my wattpad profile you can read this same fic in spanish. and welcome to venus!

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠! ; hardy! roger taylor x original character (venus austin)

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! ; Venus Kendrick Austin was an misfit who loved to break the rules without caring what the others thought or said about her. Venus is a lover of music and art that studies Fine Arts at East London University where, by luck or disgrace, she meets the heartbreaker of the university Roger Taylor and together they fulfill the dream of their lives.

THE PENCIL MOVES WITHOUT A STOP IN THE HAND OF VENUS AUSTIN, she hummed a melody that had suddenly reached her head as she listened to the distant voice of Mr. Harrington, who explained Picasso's vision of art even though no one was listening to him since, like Venus herself, the other students of the first year of the Fine Arts career were absorbed in their own thoughts while they waited for the alarm to sound in order to start their vacations.

The soft, new and unknown melody that made her move her right leg to the floor and play with the pen between her fingers, distracted her from the class so she was startled when she saw Mr. Harrington in front of her and all her classmates lending them a sum attention. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and the desire to hide under the table soon appeared.

"Miss Austin, I know my class is boring and there are only a few minutes left for the holidays but..." The long-awaited alarm sounded, earning shouts and exclamations from the students, who soon collected their things and left the classroom. The professor sighed, turning his gaze to the girl with the name of a planet, who shrugged. He tapped the desk in a sign of surrender before turning around "Have a good holiday, Venus”.

"Likewise, Mr. Harrington" She gave him a slight smile before leaving the room, let out a relieved sigh and smiled, observing her surroundings.

The other university students ran out of the classroom towards the exit of the Arts building. Couples kissed as if their lives depended on it, friends laughed at each other and hugged each other as they approached the exit, surely talking about the people they would had sex with, the destination of their trip or the type of alcohol they would enter in an ethyl coma.

She looked at the watch on her wrist, pressed the books to her chest and walked quietly down the hall. She had nowhere to go this holiday so she wasn’t in a hurry, unlike most.

“Vee!” She heard that high-pitched but soft voice making her turn to look for her best friend, the action made her collide with something that she deduced was a human body, although she wasn’t very sure. Her books fell to the ground thanks to the impact, along with the drawings and the song she had been writing in History of Art class.

“You should look where you're going” Not knowing if that person was still in front of her, she bent down to pick up her belongings. In one swift movement she carried one of her chestnut locks behind her ear, the one that stood in her field of vision.

“Oh! I'm sorry, love” A deep laugh is what she heard before feeling like the presence was bending down and helping her to take the books, out of the corner of the eye she could see a long mat of blond hair. Rolled her eyes after hearing the "love" before trying to reach the book, the subject must have thought the same because their hands collided when they both tried to catch the object.

She glanced at their hands — still touching— before looking up to find a pair of huge blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for the boy to let go but he didn’t respond.

“Vee, are you okay?” Maeve Williams, her best friend, came to her side worried about her, ready to check her body for any contusion or injury but her actions stopped short when she saw the scene “...oh”.

“Roger, come on, we want to go eat something” A blonde, accompanied by another redhead, moaned like a little girl his name causing the boy to finally react, releasing the hand of the brunette and with it the notebook.

He cleared his throat by turning to see the girls "I'm kind of busy here, darling”.

“Oh no, as soon as he give me my drawings he will be all for you” She gave a scathing smile to the girl, who responded by believing that it was a gentle smile. Her gaze fell back on the blonde, stretched her hand waiting for the drawings. "My drawings, please”.

“You know what”  In his right hand he had the song she had written in class, he looked at her sideways with the right corner of his lips tilted in a mocking smile “This is good, very good indeed. Can you sing or just write, love?”.

"Is none of your bussiness” She took a step forward to snatch the leaves but he raised his arm and being taller than her, obviously she didn’t arrive. Roger —as that girl had called him— smiled at the feel of her body next to his, ran his hand over her waist but Venus pushed him away from her “Give me my fucking drawings”.

“If you're interested in a position in a band or... one night with me, maybe” He winked at her passing his hand around the waist of the blonde who had called him before. He looked at the other blonde “Your friend knows who I am and where to find me. What's up, Maeve?”.

“Hello, Roger” The blue-eyed blonde raised her hand somewhat uncomfortable and amazed by the situation.

“A pleasure, love” He winked at her again before putting his other arm around the redhead's waist and continuing on his way as if none of that had happened.

Austin looked at the three figures, already tiny because of the distance, and frowned "That just happened?".

“Oh. My. God" The older spoke slowly, moving her arms from side to side, she seemed really excited about the situation "Roger Taylor just flirted with you!".

“Roger, who?” She asked by keeping the various sheets in the notebook. Maeve opened her eyes and grabbed her arm, startling her "Oh, Maev, what the...!”.

“Don’t you know who Roger Taylor is?” The brown eyed girl looked at her best friend with a bored expression on her face, knowing what was to come “Roger Taylor is one of the prettiest guys on campus, studying biology and going to some of my lessons. He's very popular with girls, you don’t know the girls that are crazy for him in my class”

While Maeve was talking non-stop and at an incredibly fast pace, Venus managed to drag her down the aisle, totally disinterested in that subject. Officially they were already on vacation and she didn’t want to waste any more time in staying to talk about the college’s fuckboy in the hall of the Art building.

“But if you study biology why he was in the art building?” She frowned for a millisecond before running her hand through her skin, remembering that doing that will give her wrinkles. She opened her eyes wide for the second time when the light bulb above his head lit up "Of course! Alma Drew, the blonde who was with him, she studies art. What a little class of her to accept making threesomes with her friends in order to get even a bit of attention from Roger.

Venus sighed releasing her grip on her friend and started to move away from her.

“I need a cigarette”.