#(whatever our souls are made of theirs are The Same [derogatory])

[violasmirabiles]

räksytän kuin koira, silmissäni kyyneleitä,

[utilitycaster]

My favorite relationship categories in fiction which basically all overlap:

Whatever our souls are made of, theirs and mine are the same (derogatory)

No. We're back on our bullshit.

You're the only motherfucker in this city who can handle me.

[leah-halliwell92]

Too Much Love Can Kill You

Summary: Soul marks are found through touch and song, one must sing to find their half and touch completes their connection. To reject your mark is to sentence them to death. You have been on tour with Brian, Roger and Rufus for a year and have known them for nearly four. What happens you find out along the way that you are the mark of one Brian May?

Previously:

You knew he’d reject you, knew the reasons behind why he would reject you and knew by default there would be a chance you would die. The question now is how did he approach you. How could he after what he had put you through? Pressing his palm to your cheek he noticed how your quivering instantly stopped.

The warmth that came from his mark at the skin to skin contact shocked him. How could he have not seen this? Or felt to his very core the effects their song? Was he that blind?

Prologue – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

A shiver ran through your body making you unconsciously reach for the source of the comforting warmth. 

Brian pulled you close enveloping you in his arms and warmth of his body. The closer he pulled you, the more he felt your bond grow. And not for the first time he wondered how on God’s green Earth had he overlooked such a bond so thoroughly to the point of desensitizing himself to the point of not being able feel the tells of a bond or even the clues that lead to one having created a bond.

He pulled you deeper as he worked (and managed) to get himself into a comfortable position enough to rest without waking you settling you on his chest as he lay on his back tucking your head under his chin your head pillowed on his shoulder. Instead of falling asleep though, Brian kept his gaze on you marveling at the feel of your warmth pressing on his side, how peaceful you looked in your sleep now that you were together and how right you feel nestled in his embrace pressed against his tall frame your bond full and shared warmth lulling you both into a long awaited state of affection and calm.

'I am a fool,' he thought to himself in a derogatory manner a sad half grin tugging at a corner of his mouth before heaving a tired sigh.

He let out a surprised gasp when he felt your shared bond envelop him in a sea of comfort and couldn't but smile tenderly at this.

Even in your sleep, you cared for him and his well being.

Brian believed you only cared because of the bond when he couldn't be farther from the truth. In the years that you have known him, the years since the doors to your bond were opened, you had fallen completely and irrevocably in love with him despite your better judgement.

-/Time Skip/-

Dawn filtered through the curtains illuminating the room in a soft warm glow creating a warm romantic atmosphere as the haze of the morning intensified as the made its steady presence known.

You woke with a content hum as a smile crept onto your face. You looked up to see Brian there and couldn't help but wrap your arms around his middle pulling yourself as close to him as you could...he's not real after all.

Brian woke to the feel of you moving about as you shifted in his arms your shared bond humming in contentment and peace as both sides met.

The previous day's events momentarily forgotten, by you both, gave him the chance to bask in the feeling of you and your bond fully. 

“Good morning,” he said as he stretched before wrapping his arms around you.

You cocked your head to the side in wonder.

Brian grew concerned as your look got curious and wonder filled but kept from touching you apart from the position you were in. There is no need to scare you or cause a relapse of yesterday’s events if he could help it.

You studied his face your eyes traveling from his nose to his mouth before landing on his eyes. 

Brian returned the searching gaze. In his case thought it is more exploratory and filled with wonder than anything. 

He wondered, not for the first time, what all he had done in his life for fate to grant him a beautiful soulmark such as you and prayed to whatever higher power that is out there to grant him the blessing of being not only worthy but deserving of a second chance with you after all that he has done to cause you pain no matter if it was done intentionally or not.

He saw your sleepy eyes shift from curious to sad and waited on bated breath to see what your reaction would be to him not only being there but the position they are in. To be honest, he expects tears and yelling, screaming and hitting even. So he was caught of guard when a tired yet happy grin lit up your face.

Brian felt his heart flutter as you placed your free hand on his cheek tenderly running your thumb over his cheekbone. 

“Hello,” you said airily.

He pressed his free hand over yours on his cheek and sighed happily at the feel of your hand on his cheek and the content hum of your bond.

Brian pressed his lips to your forehead in loving kiss leaving his lips pressed to your it as he held onto you as if for dear life.

You hummed as you leaned into his touch reveling on the feel of his lips on your skin before reluctantly pulling away.

“What is it my dear?” Brian asked lightly hiding his concern hoping that reality wouldn’t creep in now that promise at a future had shown itself to him.

“You’re not real,” you say brokenly voice barely above a whisper.

Brian felt like he had been kicked in the gut at those words and pressed her hand to his cheek harder as tears came unbidden to his eyes.

“But I am,” he said trying to keep himself together long enough to convince you that he is indeed real.

You shook your head tears falling from your eyes as you pulled your blanket around you creating a barrier between you and him.

“This is a dream...My– I mean Brian would not be here,” you say a blank smile replacing the happy grin he had been greeted with, “You can’t be real...”

Brian closed his eyes as despair roared in him and travelled through their bond.

“What if he is here, what if I am here and real?” he asked voice breaking keeping your hand on his cheek.

You shook your head smile falling into a grin as your lower lip trembled.

“You can’t be...I may love you with every fiber of my being. But who says you you feel the same? I know for a fact that you don’t feel the same,” she said voice thick with tears.

Brian froze as another “hit” met his gut, pain and disbelief plain for all to see. 

“I know “you” weren’t too far away from rejecting me. Like when River Song was called out for being associated with the Doctor,” she said as tears fell and the hand beneath his shook, “‘You are the woman that loves the Doctor,’ and later confirmed through a breaking heart, ‘I am I’ve never denied it, but whoever said he loved me back?’”

Brian looked on heart breaking as he saw you break under the truth of his rejection.

You pulled your hand from between his hand and cheek to play with the curls that had fallen on his forehead.

“At least I can have this,” you said sadly as your tears fell, “At least I can have the dream of him beside me. A ghost of what it would have been like to have him beside me. His arms around me our bond full and complete basking in the warmth that is our love, acceptance and peace.”

“Please,” Brian said pleadingly, “I am here (Y/N), I promise I am here.”

Desperate to show her that he truly is real, Brian pulled her close frustratingly pulling away at the blanket you had wrapped yourself in.

He lifted your shirt up slightly exposing your mid section and placed his hand on the curve of your middle.

Skin to skin contact feeds bonds, he hoped this fact aided theirs.

“Please...” he said pulling you to him pressing his forehead to yours as the hand on your middle tightened.

Throwing caution (and his man bits) to the air he ducked down enough to press a yearning kiss to your lips. 

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