#look at him having the time of his life pretending to be freddy mercury
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PRINCE(S) OF THE UNIVERSE
Love Birds (2011) end credits
#rhys darby#love birds#he's such a clown and i shouldn't be turned on by this at all#look at him having the time of his life pretending to be freddy mercury#''got your world in my hand''#''i'm here for your love and i'll make my stand''#goddamn stop pushing all my buttons#idiot
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Angel
My take on what Crowley would say to whom he used to be
The windshield wipers moved lazily in their futile struggle against the raindrops. It was light, not unusual by London standards, but it still made it difficult to see the road clearly.
At least it was empty. That time of night, the time of year and the weather, were not appropriate for someone to be driving, let alone in such a hurry.
As if he wanted to escape from something.
"Would you be so kind as to slow down?"
The soft voice tingled on Crowley's nerves. As if this was the first time he'd heard it, even though they'd been on the road for several hours now, under that black cloud that seemed to perpetuate the rain no matter how hard he tried to drive away.
"At least you could answer me. I know very well that you can hear me".
Of course he could. Why else would he be so anxious?
"I'm not going to slow down, if that's what you want, and I'm not going to stop," he finally replied.
The angel, instead of taking offense at the dismissive and rude attitude, smiled. Crowley rolled his eyes under his glasses, so that the other couldn't notice, before turning up the volume on the radio. Not even Freddie's familiar and beloved voice managed to calm the demon's nervousness, and at this point he doubted there was even a chance, because all he could think about was the presence beside him.
On top of that, he kept looking at him, as if he had something very interesting to show him.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" asked that co-pilot of his, cheerfully.
"I already told you".
He was beginning to think that he was simply asking questions because he wanted to hear him talk. To his surprise, there was a prolonged silence as Mercury finished Somebody to love and started Love of my life, at least until Crowley turned off the radio. He didn't need to hear that song again. He'd spent years trying to fade the bitter memory of his goodbye, and just when he thought he was a little better, he'd come across this. He certainly didn't need it, he thought, for he had enough of his own problems without carrying one more.
Although, if he thought about it, that was also a problem of his own.
"Why did you take the music away? I was really liking it. What did you say it was called? Do you have any more?"
Questions and more questions. Crowley gave a sigh.
"You don't listen to music".
"But I liked that one. Besides, it's natural for me to like it, isn't it? After all, you heard it for the first time at some point, too. What's your favorite?"
Crowley didn't answer. He was too busy, pretending to pay attention to the miles of wet asphalt that lay before them, endless and dangerously tedious.
"Crowley, tell me," his annoyed co-driver insisted, after several minutes.
"What?" he growled.
"What happened?"
Crowley's brow furrowed.
"What are you talking about?" He wanted to know, though he was sure he would regret it.
"You. What happened to you?"
"What kind of stupid question is that? What the fuck do you think happened to me? Well, I fell, isn't it obvious? I'm a demon, you idiot".
The edge of his words didn't seem to have any effect.
"Yeah, but, that wasn't all, was it? I mean, how did you go from this," he said, pointing to himself and then to the other, "to that?"
And, for the first time in all those hours they'd been on the road together, Crowley turned to look at the angel. Creator of galaxies and stars, in charge of designing and crafting nebulae, of giving galaxies names. The freckles on his face were a clear symbol of his sacred work. Like an artist getting dirty with paint, a couple of particles of stardust had remained on his face, taking the shape of those pretty clear spots. His own had disappeared with his fall. That, and the clear honey-colored eyes, full of hope.
That was where the similarities ended, for even the red of her hair was lighter than his, less intense.
Crowley had planned to tell him everything. To explain to him how it was that he had fallen and how it was that he had ended up looking so deplorable in those last years. That had been his plan all along, because he thought maybe he could warn him, and spare himself so much grief.
Maybe he could save him, save himself, and in that way he could stop all the pain that came from that instant.
He could even, he thought, spare himself the grief that came from falling in love with Aziraphale.
He could start over. He could remain a naive angel, happy in his ignorance, and continue with the work he loved so much.
"Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?", he finally spoke.
The angel cocked his head to one side and then shook his head.
Crowley gave a sigh. He returned his gaze to the road, an exact copy of the rest they had left behind, lonely as it should be at that time of night. The rain was still as heavy as it had been for long hours.
The demon snapped his fingers and the radio played again. This time, strangely, Tchaikovsky's classical music filled the air.
"Well, keep asking them".
#good omens 2#good omens#anthony j crowley#crowley#crowley good omens#good omens fanfiction#angel crowley#demon crowley
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EXCLUSIVE: THE KING OF QUEEN TALKING FRANKLY TO DAVID WIGG
How AIDS made Freddie clean up his act
HE IS possesive emotional and… never lonely. This is Freddie Mercury, lead singer of Queen, still rocking on at 40 and talking about his life and his loves.
He has, he says, calmed down. Behind him… an incredible year. The Queen tour of Europe last year played to more than a million people, and grossed in excess of £11 million. In Britain alone they played to more than 400,000 — an all time UK attendance record.
Ahead... the release of his new solo record, The Great Pretender out this week.
For Freddie, playing in front of an audience who are with you is on a higher level than any kind of sexual experience.
“I feel,” he said frankly, more special “it’s much more special.
“We’re all gifted in one way or another to have a sexual pleasure or peak, but there are only a few who can command this kind of adulation. So, to me, playing in front of a big crowd — that kind of surge — is unequalled. That kind of experience on stage happens once in a life-time. Anyway, I determine sex in a sort of flighty way.”
Flighty or not, Freddie talked frankly and honestly about the effect AIDS has had on his life-style.
“It has changed my life,” he said. “I’m not as promiscuous as I used to be. It's done that. I’ve adopted an intelligent approach to it.
“After all, I’ve had a lot of lovers. I’ve tried relationships on either side — male and female. But all of them have gone wrong. Obviously, I’m not a good catalyst.
“I did have an AIDS test and I’m allright. I think anyone who’s been promiscuous should have a test.”
WAS there any advice he would offer his young fans on the subject?
“Read about it as much as possible. When you’re young it’s so much harder. I was thinking the other day, ‘My God, we are lucky. We’ve sown our oats but they are only just starting.’ It’s something they have to come to grips with because it’s a very scary thing.
“But they should look on the brighter side. There will come a time when life is going to be okay — so don’t mess it up now.
“You can still have fun. You can’t expect people to just give up sex. But I think the message people are trying to put over — this thing about safe sex — is all worthwhile.
“I hate it when people get freaked out. There have been cases of people shooting themselves, because they thought they had AIDS. Then it turned out they hadn’t. People should beware of paranoia setting in.”
Although he has not, so far found the one special person he seeks to share his life, he admitted he had a high regard for a loving relationship.
“But I would not sacrifice my career if a partner wanted me to.
“It’s my career that keeps me going. What am I going to do — dig weeds, get fat and be beautifully in love? No, I’d like to remain as successful as I am, write beautiful songs and be in love. Not that it’s worked up till now, but I’m trying. That’s my priority.
“I’m a very possessive person. You see. I want my cake and eat it, too, which is what everyone wants. I can go to great lengths trying to be loyal just to prove a point. But the moment I find someone has betrayed me, I go the other way.
“They’ll find that I’m very hard to live with. Once betrayed I’m an ogre.
“But I don’t want love to be harmonious all the time. I want a bit of the shakedowns, the drama and the volatile effect. I would hate it all to be slumber.”
He is highly emotional. After a concert, I have seen him march into his dressing room and smash a full length mirror by hurling an iron at it because he was angry over faults with his microphone.
OVER the other day, as (…) at his magnificent Kensington home, a Japanese vase went flying out of the window and he threw himself onto his bed in tears.
“I’ve cried rivers,” he said. “I may be hard on the exterior, but I’m very soft-centered — like something out of Black Magic!”
His (…) personal assistant Peter Freestone, whom he calls Phoebe, hovers ever attentive. He also has a young resident chef, bodyguard and chauffeur.
After 13 years as a top recording act, he is one of Britain’s richest rock stars with a second home in New York — a 43rd floor apartment in a skyscraper, which on some days is even above the clouds.
And no way is he lonely, He surrounds himself with a close knit group of friends, including his quietly dispositioned former girlfriend, Mary Austin, preferring to give dinner parties at his eight-bedroom home, with its newly designed Japanese garden, than going out to bars and discos like he used to.
Freddie doesn’t believe that money can buy you love.
“To be honest, the more money you make the more miserable you become,” he said. “I think it's an evil thing. It attracts all kinds of wrong people. Life becomes a kind of survival test because what do you do? You can’t suddenly say ‘Take all my money away, but I still want to be successful.’
“It’s all right for me to sit here and say that about money in my position. But if someone said: “Choose, your money or your musical credibility, I’d choose music and start again. Simply because I’d rather be accepted through what I do.”
There was a time when he was afraid of meeting people. He thought they might be disappointed that he was not this larger than life person they saw on stage, and he felt trapped by his own image.
“I didn’t want to shatter the illusion or the myth that had been created on stage. I had to choose between shutting myself away to keep everyone guessing, or try to be myself.
“I’m sort of a chameleon — I change. I think it’s a combination of a lot of characters that make up a person, anyway. I have moods. Iam a person of extremes.
WHEN I’m on stage I calm down. I become very different. I research. I gather lots of information, lots of energy and just use it. So in a way there are no half measures — I’m either hot or cold.
“You see, you have to be resilient to be a rockstar. You can't falter once.”
And to this end, Freddie decided to sacrifice his world-renowned moustache for the making of a lavish three-day video shoot in London to coincide with the release of his new solo record, The Great Pretender, out this week.
It is the first time he has ever covered another song — choosing Buck Ram’s classic number The Great Pretender which was a massive hit for The Platters in 1956.
In the video, costing well over £100,000, Freddie brings to life a variety of memorable scenes from previous solo and Queen videos wearing again many of the original, colourful and outrageous costumes, including the ornate red peacock and eye leotard. Yes, he can still get into them!
[Photo caption: PUTTING ON AN ACT… Freddie (left) with Peter Straker and Roger Taylor and, right, with dancer Debbie Ash… enjoying the life of a rock superstar]
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Hullo, I just discovered your content and man oh man, I am HERE for it. I was wondering if you could do something with Alastor fancying a new worker (who secretly fancies him as well) at the hotel that ALWAYS has headphones on, grinning, dancing and singing along to their tunes while they work. But, in honour of Freddie Mercury’s B-Day and MY favourite band, the new worker accidentally gets so lost in their singing and dancing that they inadvertently serenade Alastor with the song Radio Ga Ga. Thank you in advance. ☺️
((No problem Nonny~!! I had a lot of fun playing around with this one!! I'm sorry for the wait I know a lot of time as passed since then but I hope this makes up for it :'D ENJOY!!))
You had only started working at the... Happy? Happy Hotel? Yeah... Whatever, you had only been there for a week. Your job was simple, you were the hotel's private cook for its tenants. This place didn't feel like a hotel at all. You've worked at one before. It felt more like a sorry attempt at a rehab center. But that didn't really affect you at the end of your day. You simply just cooked food, and you were good at it.
The nicest part about your job was that you pretty much stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and left to yourself. You were the only cook they needed. You'd often wear headphones and sing to yourself as you'd work tirelessly over a meal. You would also dance while you cleaned, jamming out to whatever song came out of the shuffled playlist.
You were lost in doing a little dance and wiping down a counter. In fact, you were so lost in your task that you didn't notice someone come into the kitchen. Very rarely did this happen so you never really looked out for people coming in. That and... They were behind you.
With your headphones in you also couldn't hear them. And when the next song came on you just had to turn up the volume. Your heart filled with joy at hearing one of your favorite songs. You did a little sway of your hips and pretend a spatula was your microphone.
Some parts you hummed, but when it was time to sing... Oh... boy did you sing, "I'd sit alone and watch your light~! My only friend, through teenage nights!" You were still cleaning the counter as you ran the rag over its surface and wiped away the crumbs, "And everything, I had to know. I heard it on, my radio! You gave them all! Those old-time stars, through wars of worlds- invaded by Mars~"
You through the rag into a sink across the kitchen with ease, doing a little dance and still unaware of someone with big smile, watching the new cook sing away.
"You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry. You made us feel like we could fly! So don't become, some background noise. A backdrop for, the girls and boys. Who just don't know, or just don't care. And just complain- when you're not there!" You still had your back to the doors as you walked around the counter and dramatically dragged your fingers. You gave a quick swish of your hips as you made it over to the sink.
"You had your time, you had the power~ You've yet to have your finest hour~Radio- radio. All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio goo goo~! Radio ga ga! All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio blah blah-" You sang into your make microphone and raised a hand to the sky, you took on a the stance of the stars and sidestepped to your dance, "Radio, what's new? Radio- someone still loves you-" You did a little spin then screamed at the top of your lungs.
You dropped the spatula and nearly jumped out of your own skin. Who the hell was this!? How long was he here????? You tore out your headphones as your face began to burn.
"C-can I help you?" You had never seen him before...
The man standing before you had a loose and shallow grin on his face with his arms tucked neatly behind his back, "You have a lovely singing voice," He said to your surprise. He took a few steps towards you and went on to say, "I came by because I heard we had a new cook! I had been busy up until now so I hadn't the chance to stop by. I'm certainly glad I did now!" Eventually, he closed the distance between the two of you and held out a hand, "Alastor. A pleasure."
You stood there frozen for a few seconds. You hesitated then shook his hand, "(Y/n)... And... Thanks. I guess."
Alastor gave you a charming smile and asked, "So how is your cooking?" His red eyes bore into you, "I fancy the craft myself, so I am quite intrigued by your skill, if I may so ask."
Geeze he sure did talk like an old man. You looked around the kitchen then shrugged, "I was a private chef before I died. It's why Charlie hired me. I'd say I'm pretty good."
"Excellent!" Alastor beamed. He quickly took off his red tailor coat and threw it in some random direction. You were instantly met with a far different outfit. His red dress shirt was neatly tucked in pants, which were held up by thin black suspenders. You were most surprised as Alastor rolled up his sleeves. His gloves were not gloves at all, but a part of his skin. the deep dark colors bleed like veins up his arm before fading out
You found yourself oddly attracted to this man all of a sudden. Not because he wanted to cook with you, but because of you... didn't expect him to look that. Which happened to be very handsome without the raggy rundown tailcoat. You simply couldn't lie. He was slowly swooning you.
"W-what are we cooking?" You shyly asked.
But his enthusiasm still startled you. He had already grabbed a long knife, swung it in his hand then pointed the tip of the blade at you, "What is the dish that makes your memories come to life?"
That was kind of... how would you say it? Deep? Philosophical? Something like that. You managed to stand on the other side of the counter and grab a large spoon. You closed your eyes and thought, "Chicken and Dumpling Stew," You said as you felt a smile grow on your face as the memory came to you.
Your mother was a kind woman, and the biggest reason you became a cook. Warmth flooded your blood as the golden reminder of her cooking brought peace to your mind. You hadn't made that stew since you were alive, so something seemed even slightly more special than normal.
When you opened your eyes again, letting the memory fade away, you saw Alastor with a large smile on his face, "Well, let's get cooking then," He grinned at you, then even managed to give you a charming smile with a wink. It almost seemed like he was flirting if you didn't know any better.
You smiled at him, slightly flustered by how odd this man was but... also how nice he was trying to be. He wanted to cook with you, which honestly there was no greater way to spend time than cooking with the people you enjoy. Food brought people together, and you had an idea that Alastor saw it the same way. Which was true, he wanted to cook with you so he could get to know this new member of the staff, and perhaps he found you rather... intriguing as well too.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin#hotel#alastor#alastor x reader#alastor / you#alastor hazbin hotel#drabble#cute#kinda short#x reader#reader insert#hazbin alastor x reader#ask#anon#nonny#answered
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What do you think Sander and Robbe dressed up tonight? And what they are doing?
uhhh that's a good question. i think robbe and sander went to one halloween party this year. the one being last friday evening, where sander's university was throwing a big party, celebrating the american tradition and using that as an excuse to go crazy with their creativity. sander usually doesn't like to participate in the preparations of the parties, especially not this time at year where uni is kicking his ass, while he’s getting used to living by himself. but robbe had encourage him to sign up for the group who takes care of the decorations of the party. that's how sander found himself friday afternoon running from one room to the other, trying to get everything to be the way he wanted, to let his visions and ideas come true, before going home to get ready for the party
robbe was already at his little apartment, practically living there since it was closer to his own university, and because he slept better when he had sander's arms wrapped around him, and of course sander wasn't going to complain about it. last year for halloween sander had went as bowie, a life long dream that finally came true after having had robbe by his side to encourage him to just dress up as whoever he wanted to be (and the look on robbe's face when sander had walked up to him with bowie's iconic lighting bowl painted across his face was just worth all the hard work). that's why sander decided to dress up as bowie again this year, just with a different outfit of him. he had planned it for the last couple of weeks, trying to find the scarf, the perfect pair of bright red pants and of course the right colored hair spray that he was going to use for the evening. bowie's outfit from his "rebel rebel" performance from 1974 was his choice and he couldn't wait
while sander was getting dressed, having closed the door to the bathroom and told robbe, that he wasn't allowed in there until he was ready, robbe was trying on his costume in front of sander's mirror. it had been difficult trying to find an outfit. he wasn't as creative or imaginative as his boyfriend, and tbh robbe didn't really like dressing up, pretending to be someone else, he had done that most of his life, and now he was actually happy to just be himself. but this was sander's night, and robbe wanted to look good beside sander, he didn't want to embarrass sander by showing up with a costume that wasn't anywhere near whatever sander had planned
the inspiration came to robbe from their beach trip two years ago, from that moment sander and him had spend in the kitchen, listening to music while making croques. robbe remember how sander played queen and bowie's song "under pressure", how sander had danced a little while singing along (... and robbe still teases him about it since he actually sang the wrong words, something sander of course still denies until this day). since that day robbe had found himself listening more and more to queen, finding freddy mercery pretty cool, especially his outfits. so one day zoë and him had gone shopping on the haunt for a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a piece of jewelry to put around his bicep. robbe already had a mustache, something he actually was gonna shave off, but thought it would be the perfect addition to his look. so there robbe stood, in front of the mirror with his curls being pulled back by a lot of hair gel, the faded blue jeans hugging his ass real nice, the tank top pulled down his pants with sander's leather jacket over it (maybe it was a little big on him, but robbe thought it complete his version of freddy mercury's look from the live aid concert in 1985). and robbe did think, that he was looking quite nice... and maybe he was into skinny jeans after all
of course when robbe and sander finally saw each other's outfits, both of them weren't able to say anything, they immediately went towards each other, sander's hands on robbe's slim waist and robbe's hands coming up to sander's now dark red hair. they kissed for a while, but not too long, not waiting to ruin their make up or be late (... even though that was quite hard you know). robbe was taken aback by the creativity of sander's outfit, how every single outfit just seemed to be made for sander, how he looked hot in anything, and for some reason that red hair was doing something for him. sander was of course speechless by the sight of robbe's ass in those jeans, almost ripping them off the moment he laid eyes on them, and that urge didn't get any smaller when he noticed that robbe was wearing a tank top... and his leather jacket. i mean that was just too much for sander in that moment, and he definitely let robbe know how much that outfit was doing to him
they finally made their way out of the apartment, to their bikes and on their way to the party, which was starting to fill up when they arrived. sander had told robbe that he could invite the broerrrs if they promised to behave themselves, and sander had also asked the flatshare, and their other friends to join, so they could party together like they used to. and as the night went on, robbe and sander made sure to make out on the dance floor as much as they wanted to, because now they actually could do that. now they didn't have to look at each other while kissing someone else. now they could have their arms around each other, kissing and dancing with too, just like they wanted to that night two years ago. so this year's halloween party was definitely one they would remember!
#wtfock#wtfam#sobbe#robbe's outfit is so hard#but idk maybe this works lol#anyway sorry for the mess#cille's random sobbe thoughts#another essay no one asked for
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If you’re still doing the prompts I have oneeeee hehe
" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "
you got it baby 🥰
but i know something’s starting right now
It’s a sweltering Ravkan summer day, but nothing brings heat to her body like watching Mal in the pool, water droplets racing down his chest. His shaggy hair is a mop on his head, and she realizes this is what he must look like in the shower.
This is exactly why she didn’t want to bring him on the trip.
It’s the first week of July, and for the past three years, that’s meant a trip to the Os Alta Resort with Genya and Zoya. It’s a way for them to relax after exams and catch up now that they all attend different schools. But at the end of May, the two of them had FaceTimed her about a change for this year.
“We were thinking of taking the boys with,” Genya says gently, nervous for her reaction.
Zoya is frank as ever. “It’s cheaper that way. Besides, after all this long distance, I could use a week of uninterrupted fuc—”
“Zoya!”
“Relax, Starkov. We’re all adults here.”
“Anyway,” Genya cuts in. “We’re just telling you in case you wanted to bring someone, too. Maybe Mal?”
“Mal and I aren’t dating.”
Only in her dreams.
“Might as well be,” Zoya mutters.
So in the choice between bringing Mal on what has basically turned into a couple’s retreat and going to said couple’s retreat alone, she’s chosen the former. It would be fine. Mal knows her friends. Him and Nikolai like to talk sports. Maybe it’ll be a little weird, being the only non-couple, but they could deal.
It would have been fine, if it weren’t for this morning’s check in.
"So it looks like we have you booked for three single rooms," the concierge says.
Alina frowns. "One of those should be a double."
The concierge checks again, each click of his mouse making her anxiety rise. He frowns. "Sorry, miss. It's showing me all singles."
"It's fine," Mal says. "Could we just upgrade it to a double, then?"
"Er, I'm afraid we're all booked, sir."
Nikolai claps his hands together, cheerful as ever at Zoya's side. "Well, I'll just switch with Alina, and Mal and I can — shit, Zoy!"
Zoya had stomped on his foot.
"We are not switching shit," she hisses under her breath.
Nikolai sighs. "My deadly dearest, certainly it's no big deal—"
"I bought us a new toy for this trip. We are not switching."
There is a brief moment where everyone freezes, then Genya groans, shaking her head as she murmurs apologies to the concierge, who is trying hard to pretend he hasn’t heard a thing. The tips of Mal's ears go red, and Alina is sure hers match. David, lost in his audiobook, is oblivious to all of it.
Nikolai clears his throat and turns to the two of them with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, mate. You're on your own."
The concierge slowly raises a finger and says, "We might be able to supply a cot?"
Alina can feel everyone's eyes on her, which is the last thing she ever wants. She has the strong desire to curl in on herself, but that only really works in the winter when she dons large coats and sweaters. But it’s summer, and she is in only a mustard yellow crop top and jean shorts, though she suddenly feels as exposed as if she were completely naked.
Mal takes one look at her and gently nudges his foot against hers. "I mean . . . I'm cool with sharing the bed if you are?"
Her brain is looking for anyway out of this whole conversation, so she nods.
So far, they have been in their room once to drop off their things and change into bathing suits, both of them dancing around the bed without ever touching it. The air in the room feels charged even with sunlight still pouring in. What would tonight be like?
More importantly, how was she supposed to handle sleeping beside him when she can’t even handle watching him in the pool?
Genya climbs on Mal’s shoulders for a game of chicken — David is, unsurprisingly, not in the pool, but sitting beside Alina on a lounge chair. She feels a pang of something like jealousy as she watches the game commence, which cannot be more ridiculous.
They can’t avoid the night forever, and it comes much too quickly despite how long they spend mingling at the resort bar. In their room, Mal lets Alina use the bathroom first. A kind offer, she thinks, until she realizes it leaves her to stake out a spot on the bed first. No more dancing.
Left side or right? Does Mal have a preference? Does she? How long until Mal finishes in the bathroom and comes out to see her staring at the bed like a mental person?
Right side, she chooses finally. She curls up on the left side of her body usually, so this way, she doesn’t have to face him as they sleep. Good call. As she untucks the covers from the bed, she secretly hopes to find something horrifying, like blood or bugs, so they can get a refund and leave. Sadly, it is a perfectly fine bed. Alina plops onto it and tucks herself in.
Mal finishes in the bathroom a few minutes later, and if he’s as rattled about their sleeping arrangement as she is, he does not show it. There’s plenty of space between them as he settles into bed. Maybe this won’t be as bad as she feared.
“Well, goodnight,” Mal says through a yawn.
“Goodnight,” Alina replies.
They each turn off their bedside lamps. Mal is softly snoring soon after, but Alina stays awake much too long for her liking, thinking of how close he is.
They fall into a similar routine for the next couple nights. During the day, all is fine. Their little group meshes well. Genya and Nikolai are often off together, both of them on a mission, it seems, to try every flavor of ice cream from Os Alta's ice cream bar. Or sometimes it’s Nikolai and Mal running off, joining a game of pool volleyball, both of them stupidly competitive. When Zoya gets annoyed with the overload of children at the waterpark, she joins David on one of the lounge chairs to read for a while — Zoya a smutty historical romance and David a nonfiction on modern space travel. We just shouldn't let Jeff Bezos come back, he argues to Genya later, while Zoya murmurs to Nikolai something she wants him to do to her that night.
Alina thanks the saints her room isn’t next to Zoya’s.
The trip is going so smoothly that she doesn’t realize what trouble Sunday brings with it. It’s always their favorite part of the trip: bottomless margarita night. They all have absolutely horrific, hilarious pictures and videos of themselves from the past three years thanks to bottomless margarita night at Os Alta. But the thought of being drunk like that while she’s sharing a bed with Mal?
Okay, so she just won’t drink tonight. Problem solved.
“You can’t not drink!” Zoya says, personally offended.
“Come on, it’s tradition!” Genya agrees.
But she’s determined to hold out. Only when she sees the others with their drinks, she decides one sip won’t hurt. One sip becomes one drink, and one drink becomes a couple. Soon enough, she’s drunk enough to sign herself up for karaoke, another Os Alta tradition.
“I dunno what I should siiiing,” she slurs, swaying lightly on her feet.
“I have the perfect song for you!” Genya cheers excitedly.
So that’s how she ends up on stage, drunk off her ass, horridly singing Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. She really gets into it, jumping and nailing the talking parts a little too well. But she can hear Genya and Zoya screaming the lyrics along with her, and it only encourages her.
Genya records a Snapchat of her performance, snickering to Mal and David about how she’s going to accidentally send it to the asshole Alina dated last year who’s still entirely too obsessed with her.
Nikolai is the only one of the boys drunk enough to sign up, taking the stage after Alina to perform a disgustingly off-key version of Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now. They all agree that Freddie Mercury is rolling in his grave.
By the end of the night, the four of them are totally wasted. David, who had spent the night nursing one drink, his focus on getting Genya her drinks and ensuring that she didn’t trip over herself, has to help the aforementioned redhead up to their room. Nikolai and Zoya are a sight, both wickedly drunk, trying to help each other stay upright. Mal had only downed a couple drinks and is mostly sober, which Alina is very thankful for, as she can’t hold herself up to save her life. She nearly trips on absolutely nothing so many times that Mal finally scoops her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the room. Alina giggles the whole way.
There’s no getting ready for bed that night. Mal sets her on the bed, and she resigns to sleeping in her red summer dress. When Mal joins her after having a shower, drunk Alina has no qualms curling up against him and sniffing him.
“Mm, you smell good,” she hums.
Mal chuckles even as he tenses. Alina has her arm around him and her face pressed into his side. He’s not sure he can breathe. She’s too drunk to notice the blush on his face.
“That’s probably just because you smell like alcohol,” he hedges.
Alina giggles and shakes her head. “No, you always smell good.”
He doesn’t know what to do with this information, but he does a lot of thinking instead of sleeping as Alina passes out next to him.
Monday morning brings with it a pounding headache for Alina. She prepares for the bright sunlight streaming through the window, but the room is dark when she opens her eyes. Mal isn’t beside her, but he left aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand in addition to pulling out the blackout curtains. She falls in love with him a little bit more.
The day is a quiet one. The girls and Nikolai spend their time at the spa, Mal and David off doing saints know what. She gets the best massage of her life, and while her head still aches despite the pain pill, seeing Nikolai get his toenails painted bright red makes every sip she had last night worth it.
When they’re in the room again after dinner, tucking themselves into bed, Mal says, “You told me I smell good last night.”
Alina pauses. “I did?”
The night comes back to her. She totally told him he smelled good, and she had closed the space between them on the bed, curling up right next to him. She remembers all of it, suddenly and painfully.
“Oh, saints. Mal, I’m so sorry. I didn’t . . . I shouldn’t have—”
He cuts her off. “It’s okay, ‘Lina. You don’t have to apologize.”
“I don’t?”
Mal smiles an amused smile and leans over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “No, you don’t. Not you. Never you.”
Alina is almost positive she can hear her heart pounding as Mal reaches for something tucked in the drawer of his nightstand.
“For you,” he says, handing her a long rectangular box. “Saw it today when I was out with David and I just— I thought of you.”
She can’t even process the image of Mal and David out shopping together, needing to open this damn box. With shaky fingers, she lifts the lid. Waiting for her inside is a dainty necklace with a gorgeous gold sun charm.
“Oh,” she says softly.
Mal blushes, and this time, Alina notices. “Do you like it?” he asks. “I just thought of you singing last night when I saw it. You’re so bright, Alina. All the time. Just like the sun.”
She has no idea what this confession means, or how she earned it from drunkenly telling him how good he smells — which his really quite good — but her heart has kicked into overdrive. She isn’t sure what, or how, but she knows something’s starting right now.
“I love it, Mal.” She turns so her back is facing him and hands over the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?”
He wraps the chain around her neck. The sun rests perfectly against her heart. She notices every little brush of his fingers against the back of her neck as Mal works the clasp.
When the necklace is secure, they both lay back down, noticeably closer this time. Not as close as last night, but close enough that their arms occasionally brush, close enough that she’ll end up kicking him during the night. Alina sleeps on her right side.
Their trip might be ending tomorrow, but something better was beginning tonight.
#malina#malina fanfic#fanfic#grishaverse fanfic#writing#my writing#THIS IS DAYS LATE BUT I KEPT STARTING THIS OVER BC I WASNT HAPPY WITH IT#also tried writing in present tense which i rarely write in so excuse if it's a mess lmao#short and sweet and not my best imo but i hope u still like it bb!!#cuddlingwithharry#if u spot the song reference (besides the obvious) u r superior
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Hey there, long time no see!
I've been dipping in and out of Tumblr the last couple of weeks and have been keeping up with all your interesting discussions with anons (sorry, stalkerish I know, but I find it both insightful and entertaining.) I couldn't help but notice @just-a-poor-boy-queen posted about our good old friend on Instagram spouting her usual bullshit, only this time she apparently has proof that her claims are real from Lying Ass Jerkoff , sorry, Lesley Ann Jones' latest book. According to her, as you already know, she claims that Lesley denounces Jim and Freddie's relationship and Jim apparently confessed to her that he never loved Freddie, that he used him for fame, etc. etc.
Which is...very interesting. Because LAJ's biography, Bohemian Rhapsody, claims the exact opposite.
While I was out in town today, I visited my local bookstore and unintentionally stumbled across the book in the biography section. My first instinct was to ignore it - I know for a fact it's trash - but curiosity got the better of me and I ended up having a flip through.
First off, the amount of stuff she gets wrong is hilarious. Some of them were minute errors, others the average Queen fan could tell you is fake. I'm pretty sure she talked about Freddie taking Princess Diana out in drag and the party with the midgets carrying bowls of cocaine on their heads, which we know never happened. There was also a picture of Freddie and Mary (one where Freddie is leaning on Mary while she's smoking a cigarette,) that was captioned "the happy couple relaxing together," which made me laugh out loud because it was allegedly taken in 1975 when Freddie was dating David behind Mary's back. Relationship goals, ammirite?
And don't get me started on the Barbara stuff, I stg, LAJ seems low-key obsessed with her.
Anyway, I ended up skipping to the end where she talks about Jim; she does indeed claim that she stayed with him in Carlow (not sure what year,) and that she interviewed him while she was there. This is what she had to say:
On Jim's motivation for writing M&M: (Jones) "Jim Hutton later explained that it was anger, not money, that prompted him to write his memoir. He wanted the world to know the truth, and could see no other way."
(Jones) "There is no doubt that Jim, the bereft lover, embarked upon his selective 1994 biography with the intention of creating a tender tribute to an adored partner. This was blurred by a co-writer who dwelled more on sensational aspects of the relationship, as well as on intimate details of Freddie's final days."
(Jones) "Given Jim's Catholic background, and the fact that his mother was still alive when he published, it must have taken immense courage to write the book."
About the GL boys being erased by Jim Beach: (Jim) "I think Jim Beach was angry that my book ruined the myth of Freddie. All it did was return him to his original status of a human being. It told the truth. Beach wanted fans to believe that sweet Mary Austin was the love of Freddie's life, and what a great, tragic, romantic tale it all was."
(Jones) "Jim was consequently banished from the Queen camp." (She goes on to explain it's likely because everyone was grieving, but I don't buy it.)
(Jones) "Freddie's will raised countless questions, some of which would never be resolved." (I thought this was interesting, given that I've seen speculation that Freddie might have been influenced over what to put in his will before.)
On Dave Clark: (Jones) "The press reported that Dave Clark had said he was the only person in the bedroom when Freddie died. 'He was not the only person in the room,' Jim stated. 'But it was quoted all over the place.' The error must have been perturbed the sensitive and caring Clark, for on his birthday, Jim received a beautiful card from him. 'The inscription he wrote inside read "you were there.' " (Jim goes on to recount the exact same version of events written in Mercury & Me about Freddie's death. He speaks highly of Clark, saying he was brilliant when Freddie was ill and would sit with him for hours. Jim seems more angry at the press spreading lies than at Dave himself. I've seen people argue that Dave was the one spreading the rumours to the paper or he did nothing to refute them, but who knows, perhaps he was a victim of the tabloids too.)
Phoebe testifying to Jim's character: (Phoebe) "Those concerned have to live with themselves. Mary once said of Jim that he had 'a very vivid imagination.' I knew Jim a very long time, and never knew him to be anything other than totally honest. Jim's conscience, like mine, will always be clear." (Given how Phoebe now makes a point of saying that Jim "exaggerated" stuff in his book, I find this a tad hypocritical. Still, I appreciate him sticking up for Jim and saying that those who are trying to change Freddie's legacy will have to live with that on their conscience. Also, fuck you Mary, if you did say that about Jim.)
On Jim's love for Freddie: (Jones) "There are still times when I can be pottering around in the garden, and Freddie's facial expression when he died will come into my mind," he told me in Ireland, "I can blank out what happened consciously but not subconsciously. It is impossible to forget. I learned so much from him, not least a positive outlook. Freddie's attitude was always, 'But you can, don't you see? You can do it. Put your mind to it, you'll see what you can do' That was one of the loveliest things about him."
(Jones) "During the time I spent with Jim in picturesque County Carlow, there was no doubt that the love Jim claimed to have felt for Freddie was genuine. He was a warm and decent man who was content with his lot. He was eternally grateful, he told me, for having experienced the superstar lifestyle through Freddie."
(Jones) "Jim would never truly recover from the loss."
I took screenshots of all the quotes above, which I'm happy to submit if anyone is interested. I would love to have seen what else she said about Jim, but taking pictures of book pages in the middle of a shop isn't the best look, so I kept it brief.
So, overall, Lesley seems to have a very high opinion of Jim, and believed the love between he and Freddie was genuine. Which is quite surprising, given that she downplays all of Freddie's other relationships with men in favour of promoting his fictional "romance" with Miss Valentin. Of course, this could all be complete bullshit and she never met Jim at all, but if she is telling the truth for once in her life, then she's one of few biographers who was very much supportive of Jimercury.
As one of the anons correctly stated, we have two possible scenarios.
A) If crazy lady is telling the truth, and Jones does make all these negative claims about Jim in her new book, then she was either lying in Bohemian Rhapsody or she's lying now in her latest cash cow. In this scenario, she's a liar either way. But tell us something we don't know.
B) Crazy Lady is pretending to have read the book, or read it and was angry there was nothing bad about Jim, and is fabricating quotes to suit her anti-Jim agenda, knowing her thick-as-bricks followers will just take her word for it and not bother looking for evidence. This is the most likely scenario.
I know most people with a brain know not to trust the word of either of these women, but I thought it would be fun to dismantle some of Insta lady's claims regardless, in case there was anyone out there having doubts.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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Hi there! It's good to see you again.
This...is a lot to think about lol. Since LAJ is such a liar, it's hard to believe she really sat down with Jim, or that most of what she said was from primary sources. However, it is strange that she spoke so highly of Jim given...everything else she's ever said lol. The quotes above do fit with what other people have said about Jim and Garden Lodge as a whole, though. It's very strange because it's either she decided to be factual with this, or lie about getting these quotes but decide to stick up for Jim, anyway. Weird, weird, weird.
It's really hard to know who's lying in the new book, LAJ or the hater lady. They're both so unreliable. It does seem too convenient that what LAJ supposedly says lines up with the hater lady rhetoric, but idk. Apparently LAJ blocked the hater lady on twitter, too lmao. So maybe it's the hater lady who's lying? But I can believe LAJ suddenly changing her tune, too.
I don't know. Thank you for sharing this information. I have more questions than answers now lol but still
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Love Of My Life
Request: Crowley and reader dancing "queen love of my life" or it can be a scenario in which they fight and the two hear this song or "freddy mercury and montserrat caballe how can i go on"
Pairing: (Good Omens) Crowley x Fem!Reader
Song: Love of my life by Queen
A/N: This is my first song fic. Not really sure if it came out good. I’m really sorry if it’s bad! I’m also sorry this took so long to get out. I’ve been so swamped with work.
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Y/N was livid. She couldn’t believe he forgot about their date again. This was the third time in a row and she was getting sick and tired of his excuses.
“It’s hell and heaven related, Y/N!” Crowley had snapped at her when she asked him where he kept running off to, after the second time he forgot. “Some things are more important than a damn date night.” He then stormed off. Again. Of course to Aziraphale’s place.
She understood that being a mere human she wouldn’t take priority over celestial things. But the third time he forgot had done it for Y/N. There had to be a limit for her patience and she found it.
He was supposed to pick her up from her place. She had waited for him two hours past the agreed upon time and she had had enough. She changed her clothes into something comfortable and decided to heat up some take out. Just as she was about to put it in the microwave, the door burst open and Crowley stumbled into her apartment. Drunk.
Y/N rushed into the living room, and saw him lean against the wall. His eyes lit up after they landed on her. He pushed himself off and walked towards, going in to hug her. But Y/N pushed him away, glaring daggers at him.
“No!” She shouted, “You can’t just come in here, reeking of alcohol and pretend like everything is fine, Crowley!”
“Love-“
“Shut up! Just shut up! I understand there are more important things than me going on, with Armageddon just ending and everything. I really do, believe me. But there’s a limit for everyone and I have just about reached mine!”
Crowley sobered up at her outburst. He didn’t expect to be yelled at. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong. He was doing everything in his power to keep her safe. After Armageddon, hell and heaven were pissed off at him and Aziraphale. He had to make sure that they didn’t find Y/N. He’d die before letting anything happen to her. And yet somehow here she was yelling at him.
Y/N continued with her rage filled monologue, “Maybe it’s the fact that I'm bloody human and you’d rather stick to your celestial friend here. Someone who gets you better. It’s not fair that you leave me behind every time!”
“Leave you behind?! Sweetheart, you have no idea what is going on out there! You have no idea the kind of danger you’re in!” He yelled back, clearly triggered by her.
“Then why won’t you tell me!? Why do you keep sneaking off early in the morning to god knows where?!”
“It’s not something you’ll understand! You’re just human! And right now, I’d really appreciate it if you could stop your human needs, and let me do my job!”
Y/N didn’t realise just how close he had gotten to her. Crowley was a demon from hell. A fact that she sometimes forgot considering how wonderfully nice he was to her. But right now, he took his glasses off and his snake eyes bore into hers, anger evident in them. He never looked so intimidating than at that moment. For the first time since they met, he scared her.
What he said went through her like a shock. He basically just reduced her to just some human being. No longer his Y/N, which he so often claimed. She teared up at that.
“Leave.” She whispered.
“Gladly.” He replied with a snarl.
Crowley was a demon, and once a demon was angry, it was hard for them to let go. He didn’t think about what he had said to her and simply turned around and left, slamming the door.
Y/N had never felt so heartbroken before in her life. Because no one else held her heart like he did. She wiped her tears and went to finish her dinner. She wasn’t going to let Crowley get to her. It was her decision for him to leave and he happily went with it. There was nothing left to say or do about it.
She finished eating and went to the living room to watch some telly. She needed a distraction but she wasn’t really paying attention, her mind constantly going back to the fight. She was starting to regret asking him to leave. She should’ve talked it out with him. But then again his temper didn’t allow for reasonable conversation.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the head rest. She didn’t realise she stopped at a music channel, until suddenly a song began playing. She quickly recognised it as Queen, Crowley’s favourite band.
Love of my life, you've hurt me
You've broken my heart and now you leave me
Love of my life, can't you see?
Bring it back, bring it back
Don't take it away from me, because you don't know
What it means to me
“Fuck” Y/N whispered. Of all the songs to play, this just had to be the one. The universe really was out to get her, wasn’t it?
She got up from the couch and walked behind it, placing her hands on the headrest. She watched the video on the screen, letting the words wash over her. Where had it all gone wrong? Maybe this was doomed to fail since day one.
Love of my life, don't leave me
You've taken my love, you now desert me
Love of my life, can't you see?
Bring it back, bring it back
Don't take it away from me
Because you don't know
What it means to me
Y/N didn’t hear her door open and close. It took her by surprise when she felt arms wrap around her from behind. She knew then who it was and she felt relief and pain all at once, overwhelming her to the brink.
Crowley turned her around and cupped her cheek with one hand as the other remained wrapped around her waist. He pecked her lips and looked into her eyes. She noticed that his glasses were missing as she looked into his beautiful yellow eyes and she fell in love all over again even if it hurt to do so.
He pulled her away from the couch and began swaying with her to the music, singing softly with it.
You will remember
When this is blown over
Everything's all by the way
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you
How I still love you
“I still love you” Y/N whispered to him, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He rested his forehead against hers still dancing to the music. All she wanted was him at her side. That’s all she ever asked for and maybe that was asking too much.
As if Crowley could hear her thoughts, he said, “I’m so sorry, my love. I was such an arse to you.”
Y/N was sniffling. She didn’t know what to say but at the same time she had so much she wanted him to know. She rested her head on his shoulder crying softly at his apology. The music washed over them, conveying more than they ever could.
Oh, hurry back, hurry back
Don't take it away from me
You don't know what it means to me
Love of my life
Love of my life
As the song ended, they pulled away looking into each other’s eyes. Crowley was the first to break the silence, “I love you so much, it scares me, Y/N. I can’t lose you.”
“You being away for so long doesn’t prove that you don’t want to lose me.” She said, voice breaking.
“I know”, He whispered with shame. “Heaven and hell, they’re angry, Y/N. If they find out about you, they’ll hurt you just to make me suffer.”
“Is that why you’ve been disappearing so much?”
“Yes, Aziraphale and I have been trying to think of a way to keep you safe. I never wanted to hurt you, honey.”
“I should stop being so human, huh?” Y/N chuckled as a tear slipped from her eye. Crowley wiped it away with his thumb.
“I didn’t mean that. I’m so so sorry I said that. I was pissed that you weren’t listening to me. And I just took it out on you.”
“It’s ok” Y/N whispered looking down.
Crowley lifted her chin up making her look at him, “It’s not okay I said that. Your humanity is one of the things that made me fall in love with you so deeply.”
“Why’d you come back?”
“I regretting leaving the second I walked out the door. I went over to Aziraphale’s and he made me realise that I would lose you either way if I didn’t show you how much I cared about you.”
“He’s a smart guy.” Y/N said with a small smile, making him chuckle.
“Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll be unbearable.”
Y/N giggled at that. “I’m glad you came back. I regretted asking you to leave.”
Crowley hugged her tightly, resting her head on his chest. Protecting her from unseen danger that he suspected was right around the corner.
“What now?” Y/N asked.
“We find a way to keep you safe and we never let anything like this happen again.”
“I like the sound of that.”
#good omens#crowley x reader#good omens x reader#reader insert#female reader#angst#fluff#good omens crowley#good omens crowley x reader
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Thinking about how one of Freddie’s perpetual fears was loneliness - the way so many of his songs are about the fear of loneliness, of never finding somebody to truly love and spend his life with, of not being loveable, the fact that he said he stopped putting emotional investment into sex and only chased physical pleasure at some point because he was tired of getting hurt and getting let down, almost like he had given up on finding love…….. just for him to find Jim in 1985.
Freddie Mercury spent the last years of his life happily living with the greatest love of his life - his husband(!) in a stable, loving relationship in a house he considered home, surrounded by friends who loved him for who he was. He finally got the tranquil, blissful niche that he had been looking for.
He was no longer living on his own. He didn’t have to pretend anymore, he didn’t have to try so hard. Love was no longer just a living pastime; no, love was coming home in time for tea.
Happy 75th, Freddie. Hope you’re having an absolute blast today with Jim <3
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Credit goes to the anon who suggested Freddie and Jim having a date night while Kash babysits Khaleel.
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Part 39 of Jimercury Kid series
‘We might have overdone it with the wine a bit, darling.’ Freddie slurred slightly, resting his head against Jim’s shoulder as the car went over a speedbump, making the whole world spin.
‘Agreed.’ Jim chuckled as he placed a kiss into Freddie’s hair. While he wasn’t quite as inebriated as his husband, he wasn’t too far behind.
When Kashmira had offered to babysit Khaleel so Freddie and Jim could have a date night, the two men leapt at the chance. Of course, they loved spending time with their little boy more than anything, but once in a while it was nice to take a break from parenting and have an hour or two to themselves.
Freddie treated Jim to a romantic meal at Shezan, one of his favourite restaurants. The last time they had dined there, in the early years of their relationship, Freddie had played footsie with the Irishman under the table and spoon-fed him ice cream until Jim was scarlet with embarrassment. Tonight, they recreated that infamous date; Freddie booked the same table in the basement, they held hands and blew each other kisses between courses, and when dessert arrived Freddie pretended the spoon was an airplane and Jim's mouth the runway.
Jim attempted to return the favour, but by then they had already consumed several glasses of wine between them, and most of the ice cream ended up on Freddie’s nose. This proved to be a fatal mistake; they completely fell apart, laughing themselves to tears, completely oblivious to the disdainful looks they were receiving from their fellow diners.
Fuck them, Jim thought. Life is too short to worry about what other people think of you. He and Freddie knew that all too well.
Once the bill was paid, they all but fell into the back of the car, still giggling like children and only just about able to sit upright while Terry rolled his eyes at them fondly through the rear-view mirror. The drive home was a mess of sloppy kisses and uncontrollable laughter until they pulled into the driveway and Jim managed to still his hand long enough to unlock the gate.
They stumbled through the front door, clumsily pulling at each other’s clothes, Freddie moaning loudly as Jim pinned him up against the wall and scattered kisses from his neck all the way up to his jaw. They somehow managed to navigate their way to the lounge and collapsed onto one of the loveseats; Jim had just shrugged off his jacket and Freddie was fiddling with the Irishman’s tie when the light was flicked on, making them both jump.
‘Fun night?’ Kash said from the doorway, her brows almost reaching her hairline.
‘Shit…’ Freddie mumbled, wriggling out from underneath Jim and getting to his feet, trying in vain to appear sober. ‘We were just-’
‘Don’t need to justify yourself to me.’ His sister cut in, waving him away. ‘It’s your house and you can fool around on your own sofa if you want to.’
Freddie’s cheeks went pink, and he quickly smoothed back his hair. ‘Did Khaleel get over okay without us?’
‘He was a bit upset towards bedtime, but Phoebe made him a hot chocolate and he settled down by nine. He was an absolute angel all night.’
‘Thank you for watching him.’ Freddie swayed slightly on the spot; he was a bit embarrassed that Kash had seen him like this. He had always made a point of keeping his more rambunctious side away from his family. ‘I’m sorry about…’
But Kash didn’t appear at all fazed. ‘Don’t apologize for going out and having a good time. Lord knows you’ve earned it. I’m a big girl Freddie, I can handle seeing my brother drunk. I’m not going to have a stroke like Mama would.’
From the loveseat, Jim sniggered loudly.
Once Kash had said her goodbyes and left, the unruly pair ascended the staircase as quietly as they could, poking their heads around Khaleel's door to check on him before retiring to the bedroom. They didn't even bother changing into their pyjamas as they tore off their clothes and fell into bed, too drunk to do anything more than exchange a few sleepy kisses and do a bit of fondling.
‘I love you.’ Jim mumbled against Freddie’s lips, his voice heavy with fatigue but nevertheless sincere. ‘I love you so fucking much, Freddie.’
‘Love you too.’ Was Freddie’s garbled reply, his head feeling like a slab of concrete. ‘Love you to the moon and back, you… you bloody Irish witch, you.’
Jim laughed so hard he was certain he would pull a muscle in his stomach.
Ahhhh I loved this😭😭 It's such a beautiful piece filled with references to Mercury and Me, and oh my heart I am crying.
And lmao, idk why but I find the idea of Kash walking in on them to be very funny, so kudos to the anon who came up with the prompt!
And ahh, bloody irish witch.... I love this nickname so much😂 I may have even written a fic titled a bloody irish witch as well sorry for this shameless promotion
(More drabbles by writer anon)
(All the parts of this series can also be found under the tag #freddie and jim and their baby on this blog)
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party for one
Roger Taylor x Reader
synopsis: you’re not excited about your birthday, and have thus decided not to tell anyone about it. but then Roger finds out, and refuses to let it go.
warnings: swearing, drinking
word count: 2.8k
see moodboard here!
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December, 1979
Turning thirty was not something you looked forward to.
It was a big number, the number at which everyone expected you to have your life together, be married and have children, have a steady job.
Well, you could check one of those boxes.
As the newly-appointed tour photographer for Queen, you were well-liked, and thus had no fears of unemployment in the near future.
You’d gotten quite close with the members of Queen over the past month, during the aptly-named Crazy Tour, sharing late nights and early mornings with the four musicians. Late nights and early mornings had a funny way of bringing out the true personalities of people, because lack of sleep meant that no one had a filter, and your mutual exhaustion had made you the best of friends with the band you were travelling with.
You liked to go dancing with John, when nobody else would, because Brian couldn’t dance for the life of him, and Roger hated disco, and Freddie was often busy.
You went with Brian to the science museums he wanted to visit in many of the cities where you stopped, because everyone else had had enough of his rambling. Brian was talkative when he was talking about something he cared about, and it was a sort of reprieve for you not to be the one talking— to tour managers, to publicists, to press, to the lighting department who spoke in riddles, to the security guards in various nations that did not speak English.
Freddie loved shopping, for anything and everything, and was ever so pleased to have a companion on his many expeditions in search of rare records, paintings, clothes.
And Roger… Well, Roger. What could you say about Roger?
Roger was the in-between moments. Not that he wasn’t around— because he was, and practically everywhere you looked— but because whenever things seemed to slow down, or grow drearily quiet, or when you stood at the eye of the storm that was the never-ending flood of work that came as part of your employment with Queen, Roger was there, with an easy smile and a striking insightfulness.
He became the quiet moments when he took you to see strange, foreign films on off-nights, showed you forgotten corners of sprawling cities across the continents, or called you over to read you a quote from whatever book was currently occupying his headspace.
One such night, you were sitting in the games room of a hotel, cleaning one of your cameras, as Brian and John attempted to beat one another’s pinball scores, as Freddie sat watching telly with a few friends, and a handful of crew members played an intense game of pool.
You had taken a seat on one of the two sofas in the room, leaving ample space, should someone else want to sit down, but Roger occupied an entire couch to himself, feet up at one armrest, head at the other. He’d been wearing headphones, plugged into a brand-new Sony Walkman portable cassette player, the one which both band and crew had gawked over when he’d first bought it, back in July. But now he took the headphones off, mussing his blonde hair— recently cropped— and sat up.
“Hey,” he said, and you looked up. “Come listen to this.”
With a small sigh, you carefully deposited your camera on the coffee table, and crossed over to the other side of the space to join Roger.
You flopped down at his side, and he looped his arm through yours, pushing his reading glasses up on his nose before softly clearing his throat.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people,” he read quietly, “and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?”
“I don’t—”
“Shh,” Roger peered at you over his glasses, nudging your shoulder with his, “I’m not finished.”
“Oh,” you said. “Well, sorry. Go on, then.”
“It’s the too-huge world vaulting us,” Roger continued, “and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
“It’s beautiful,” you murmured.
Roger smiled. “It’s us,” he said, and then said nothing more, until you relaxed into his side and sat there with him as he read in silence, and your eyes fell shut and your mind fell into a dream.
With the days, the tour went on, and as the date of your birthday approached, you took great care to pretend that it did not.
But your birthday had always been an ordeal for you, and you weren’t doing particularly well at hiding the sense of impending doom that came over you, when there was only a week until the day.
John noticed, that much was obvious, but said nothing, ever respectful of your personal matters as you were of his.
Brian noticed, but only asked what was wrong in such a roundabout way that you felt inclined to say he had not noticed at all, or was too polite to ask directly.
Freddie noticed, and asked outright what was bothering you, but he did so right before going onstage, and refused to perform before you had answered his question. So you answered, albeit untruthfully, with a hurried, “Nothing!” to make him get the fuck onstage.
And Roger noticed.
He caught your arm the day before your birthday, as they were all departing the stage in the wake of raucous cheers, a towel slung around his neck as he caught his breath from the physical exertion that was playing the drums. He pulled you off to the side before you could protest, before Freddie and the others could drag the both of you off to some party, and looked at you in such a way you thought he’d stare right through your very heart.
“What?!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, folding his arms with an inquisitive expression.
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong.”
Roger snorted. “‘Course it is. You’ve been like this for weeks. What’s the matter?”
You shrugged your shoulders in discomfort, avoiding his gaze. “It’s—”
“If you say nothing one more time, I’ll go get Brian and ask him to explain zodiacal light, and we’ll be stood here for literal hours before we can get any sort of food or drink or bed. So spit it out, because I worry about you, and I promise I’ll leave you alone.”
He stared you down, and you felt a sudden compulsion to embrace him for having cared enough to ask about you, to take the time to ask about you.
With a heavy sigh, you conceded your secrets to him, as simply as had you been a book he’d opened, intending to read from cover to cover.
“It’s my birthday—”
He frowned, “When?”
“Tomorrow—”
“Tomorrow?” Roger balked. “Why the bloody hell didn’t you tell us? We would have organised something!”
“No, no, I don’t want you to make a fuss—”
��Well, what if I want to make a fuss?”
“You want to—”
He grasped your hand, and with the contact, your heart clenched. “You deserve to be fussed over,” he told you, earnestly. “Don’t you get that?”
Your mouth had fallen open, and you now pressed your lips together, glancing down at the floor.
“No,” you mumbled. “I don’t get that.”
“And so you’ve been living your life wrong,” said Roger. “Get that into your head, love.”
It was strange, how words so simple could strike a chord, but there was a lump in your throat when you swallowed, and when you nodded, you couldn’t look at him.
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go back to the hotel. I’m sure you’re as tired as I am.”
You nodded again, avoiding his eyes, and he set off.
He didn’t let go of your hand.
You didn’t mind.
And as testament to Roger’s assertion, when you had parted from him and gone to your hotel room, you’d changed and fallen asleep as soon as your head had hit the pillow.
The following day was your birthday, and a day without a scheduled show, so you slept in. No one would miss you for a few hours, you thought, and indeed, no knocks roused you from your sleep until you got up, well into the afternoon.
You ran into Freddie in the hallway, and, suddenly possessed by the notion that you should do something fun on your birthday, even if no fuss was to be made, you asked Freddie if he wanted to go with you to see a movie, and where the others were, should they wish to come as well.
“No, sorry darling, I’ve got a thousand things to do before tomorrow, and I’m afraid I’ve got no idea where anyone else is.” He pursed his lips. “In fact, I’ve been looking for those three idiots for the better part of an hour.”
“That’s… rather strange,” you said, in all honesty.
“Rather,” Freddie agreed. Then he clasped his hands. “I’m going to keep looking for them, if you don’t mind. But enjoy your film, and I’ll see you at dinner?”
Your heart dropped, but of course, the great Freddie Mercury was a busy man, so naturally, this was to be expected. “See you at dinner,” you replied, and let him be on his way.
You wandered the hotel for a little while, perhaps ten minutes or so, before you came upon Brian, who had pink-flushed cheeks and wore quite the coat— bulky, and oddly overstuffed, like some sort of armchair.
“Hey,” you said in greeting. “Freddie’s looking for you.”
“Freddie’s— oh, is he? Right. Well. Better find him then before he loses his temper, ha ha.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Are you okay, Brian?”
“What?” he folded his arms around his body, in an awkward fashion, because he was clearly not accustomed to the bulk upon his frame. “Nothing. I mean, yes, I’m fine, yes. I’ll go find Fred.”
And then he hurried down the hall, before you could open your mouth to ask him if he was free to go see a film.
“Never mind,” you muttered, and proceeded in the direction you had been going before.
Two down, two left. This was truly going to be a rotten birthday, if you were to go to see a film on your own. Not that there was anything wrong with that, aside from the glaring fact that you didn’t actually feel like being alone.
You found Deacy in the lobby, leaning his elbows on the counter as he called to the person using the phone in the adjacent room.
Approaching him, you realised he was talking to— or rather, talking at— Roger, who had leaned out of the room, one hand covering the mouthpiece of the telephone.
Roger’s gaze met with yours briefly, before his eyes widened and he hissed to John something that sounded distinctly like shut up.
John saw you then, and smiled as you approached.
“Hello, Y/N. How’s it going?”
“Fine,” you responded airly, feigning a happy demeanour. “You?”
“Lovely,” said John. “Just getting Rog to make a few phone calls about the next show.”
You shook your head, puzzled. “The next show?”
“Mmyes. There was a mix-up with some gear, last time, so we thought we’d get onto it ourselves, so we know exactly what’s going on. Hands-on, you know?”
“Yeah,” you answered slowly, though in actual fact this made absolutely no sense to you, and you were sure that it made no sense to the person who had spoken it.
“Finished, Roger?” John called back to his friend, his tone more warning than inquisitive. You wondered why.
A muffled, bell-like sound announced that Roger had hung up the phone.
“Finished,” he affirmed, adjusting his round-lens sunglasses.
“Well,” said Deacy, “I’ll be off, then. See you later, Y/N.” He raised his hand in a wave, and disappeared around the corner.
You blinked at his sudden departure, then turned to Roger and asked your question before he could disappear as well.
“Rog, come see a film with me?”
Roger was pulling on an overcoat, and promptly shook his head. “Can’t. Sorry, love.”
Your fingers caught on his sleeve as he passed you, and he stopped.
“Please,” you murmured. “I know I said I didn’t want a fuss, but it’s my birthday. Come with me?”
Roger shook his head again, squeezing your hands in his. “I really can’t,” he said. At least he had the decency to look apologetic. You supposed that was something. “But I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
You tried not to sound too dejected, but truth be told, you were crushed. “Yeah, tonight.”
“Alright, then. Well, I’d better be off.” His grip gentle on your forearms, he tugged you forward and kissed your cheek, and you blushed beneath the touch of his lips to your skin, at the warmth that passed from him to you. Drawing back, he winked, let your hands fall, and was gone as well.
You went to see the film on your own.
And then you saw another. And another, just for the hell of it.
By the time you returned to the hotel, it was dark, and you found no one anywhere once more. Until you more or less crashed into John on the landing.
“Blimey, good you’re here!” he said breathlessly. “You’ve got to come quickly. Something’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” you asked. “What do you mean, wrong? Is everyone alright? Is someone hurt?”
John shook his head. “No, no. Just… Come on. You’ll want to see this.”
“See what—”
He more or less dragged you down the hall, until you reached the games room, and ground to a halt.
“In there.”
“The games room?” you said dubiously.
Deacy nodded. He stepped aside, indicating you should open the door.
Eyeing him warily, you reached for the door handle, and pushed it down. The room was dark—
And then abruptly, it was not.
Streamers burst forth, and twinkling fairy lights glinted off of the faces of your friends— Brian, Freddie, Roger, and smattering of crew— smiling from behind a table piled with all sorts of food. Food, and presents.
“Surprise!” came the cry, and you barked a laugh, half in surprise, half in disbelief at your stupidity for not having seen this coming.
“I— thank you,” you said, just as Freddie blew a party horn, to the dismay of those standing immediately beside him. You laughed again, “How did you manage all of this… with such short notice?”
Brian grinned. “It was all Roger.”
“And your bulky coat?” you asked.
“I was carrying bags of ice,” Brian admitted, to a chorus of laughter. “I was cold, okay, but I couldn’t let you see it, so I had to get away from you as quickly as possible. Sorry if that came off as rude.”
You merely laughed once again, then turned to Deacy, who stood beside you. “And, John?”
“Head of organisation,” he said. “Though it was Roger’s master plan.”
“Freddie?”
“What do you think, darling? I did all the shopping,” he swept his arm in a grand gesture, indicating the food and the presents.
“Oh, come off it, Fred,” Roger scoffed, pushing past Crystal. “Not all of the shopping.” Roger now stood before you, and, inclining his head, he handed you a rectangular package, wrapped in butcher paper and white string. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he said.
“Thanks, Rog,” you smiled, as you felt yourself be filled with a happiness you had long since thought gone.
“Go on. Open it.”
You looked down at the parcel in your hands, then began to tug at the string.
“We haven’t got all night,” called Freddie. “There’s cake for you as well, so hurry up!”
You glanced at Roger. He shrugged. You tore the paper from the present, and let it fall to the ground.
In your hands you held a first-edition copy of Lord of the Rings.
You gaped. “But how did you—”
“Made some phone calls,” said Roger modestly.
Without a way of putting your gratitude into words, you threw your arms around him, so forcefully that he stumbled backward, before he wrapped his arms around you as well, chuckling.
“Thank you,” you murmured, as someone started a record on the nearby deck, and the party was set into motion.
“You deserve to be fussed over,” he murmured back.
And if it was possible, you hugged him even more tightly, for once at home in this quiet, strange world, with its triumphs and its downfalls, and its in-between moments.
With its Roger moments.
Yes, that was what they were. There was no in-between when Roger was in your world.
And he knew that for as long as you would let him, he would damn well stay.
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chapter ii | sundaes and princes
summary: every summer you work on your father’s strawberry farm with your three sisters. it’s a way to take a break from the big city but summers in the midwest are hot and they linger. this year, your father’s old and mysterious friend shows up to stay on your land for a reason yet to be determined. din djarin seems dangerous, but kind enough, and the two of you quickly become…well, let’s fact it…smitten.
rating: m (18+) for future and explicit sexual content.
author's note: reader is well over eighteen for obvious reasons. i won’t ever go into physical detail about the reader’s appearance because we include everyone. this fic is pretty much a mix between pride & prejudice and call me by your name except without the und*rage crap we do not condone.
warnings: drinking, a bit of blood mentioned because of a slight accident.
dinner was loud, as expected, which made it difficult for you to hear the guest sitting beside you.
you'd been zoning out ever since din's eyes met yours from across the table. he'd been kind enough to listen to a woman named dima who was known to be a bit of chatterbox. she meant well, but most of the time she spoke it was about her family or her dog which had a tendency to put anyone sucked into her trap into "rest mode". nevertheless, din listened carefully and nodded when nods were appropriate and smiled when smiles were pertinent. the man was pleasantly charming, grin faint but with affable disposition. it wasn't any wonder when those around him continued to ask questions about himself, to which he answered with vague reserve.
while dinner was entertaining enough, it lagged on more than you'd anticipated. the roast was tender and well seasoned, simmering with heat, and the company praised your culinary skills with hearty acclamation. afterwards, the guests separated into their respectable groups, jubilant conversations echoing about the yard. your sisters were busy amongst their own crowds with faces familiar since childhood, letting out a chorus of laughter whenever someone said something amusing. they were your confidants as well, but you were so distracted by the mess left behind that you couldn't help but start tidying it up.
it wasn't long until madeline set her hand atop your own while you reach for a dirtied plate. she gave you that look she bore when she felt you were doing too much, eyes heavy with exasperation at the idea you'd even considered cleaning at a time like this. you pause and smile feebly at her, a little guilty.
"we can do that later." she takes the plate from your grasp, setting it back down a little more forcibly than you'd like. "enjoy the party. grab a sundae at the bar - it was your idea to set it up."
you glance at the setup near the house. an ice cream station with dozens of toppings and syrups beckoned you temptingly.
you sigh and pat her hand. "alright," you murmur in defeat. "do you want one?"
"sure, i'll take one." she links her arm within yours and places a kiss on your cheek.
the two of you go a little crazy with the ice cream. you've piled it high with chocolate and vanilla scoops, decorating it with colorful sprinkles, and dousing it in raspberry syrup. madeline decides on plain vanilla with chocolate curls.
"you know..." she begins, voice a bit too playful in its caution. "i saw him looking at you."
you freeze, like the ice cream, but shake your head. so you hadn't imagined it. "i don't know what you're talking about."
"is it such a strange idea that a man might be interested in you?" she proposes, placing a long-handled spoon in both of your glasses.
"yes," you reply with a small, bolshie laugh.
she says your name in pest. "you're beautiful and sweet. charlie once called you enchanting.
charlie was a childhood friend - like most of them. he was also bestowed the nickname "charming charlie" and it wasn't just because he was blond, handsome, and had the reputation of a casanova. charlie complimented everybody - especially women.
you remind her of this with a scoff as the two of you sit on a log beside the river. the water laps gently against the banks, rippling slightly from the hop of a bullfrog in the distance.
"charlie may be charming but he doesn't lie." madeline takes a spoonful of her ice cream and then rolls her eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness. "this was the best decision i've made tonight."
"don't think i haven't noticed tommy giving you bedroom eyes throughout the entirety of dinner," you clap back. you also moan in rapture at the taste.
madeline blushes in the moonlight. "don't change the subject."
tommy was your favorite of madeline's many endeavors (she had a bit of reputation in town). the tall, brunette was a hockey player with freckles splattered along the bridge of his nose. you'd been interested in him first, but as soon as you saw how quickly the two of them hit it off, your attraction to him fizzled. he was a hockey player which was admittingly one of the reasons why you found him so appealing. madeline felt the same way. the two of them have been inseparable ever since his first college game.
a millisecond before a quip can escape your lips, rhea comes bounding down the beaten path, long legs skipping with ease and hair swaying behind her.
"come join us, you hermits!" she titters blissfully, obviously tipsy on wine. that's what you deduce anyway; she preferred red rather than hard liquor. you couldn't relate. "come drink with me!"
both you and madeline exchange a look but it's in good-humor.
"i see you've already started!" madeline yells across the distance.
rhea blows a playful raspberry. "it's no fun being drunk without you guys." she gesticulates with a wag of her finger. "come ooooon! they're playing elton!"
this peaks your interest. she knew the king of rock n' pop would convince you to dance badly which is exactly what the alcohol was for.
madeline pursues her lips and cocks an eyebrow at you. "i think that's a great idea," she says suspiciously.
you didn't trust her tone, but when you heard the beginning rift of saturday night's alright (for fighting) blast loudly from the distant speakers you were possessed.
"alright," you laugh as rhea grips your hand and drags you backwards.
the three of you giggle in the night.
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you didn't drink very often, but you did it enough to know not to wear a sundress while doing so.
in your defense, you hadn't known you'd be drinking tonight - or this heavily, anyway. you wanted to be sober enough to be aware of any stupid ideas that may creep in your head in the event you oogled over din long enough. drunk you was not sober you.
drunk you was a flirt. but not just any kind of flirt - a tease. and no matter how much you may or may not have caught din djarin's attention, he didn't deserve to have debauched eyes - clouded with drink - making him feel any sense of discomfort.
but dammit, he'd been drinking too.
how much, you couldn't be sure, but he had nursed at least two glasses of whiskey at the bonfire. he sipped slowly, relishing in it, and wise enough to know it was dangerous to scarf it down. you tried to convince yourself that it was okay to be this irresponsible while throwing back your third shot of vodka. after all, you were in your twenties and could hold your alcohol better than your sisters. life was too short, youth was too fleeting...all of that bullshit your elders had lied about.
sir elton john certainly didn't help nor did freddie mercury. by the time don't stop me now began to play, you were spinning in circles with charlotte, head thrown back in whimsical laughter, and stumbling upon the ground. the two of you laid back - despite the dirt - and held your bellies in order to settle the maniacal chuckling.
your sundress might've been too short for such ruckus but you couldn't find yourself caring. no one was looking anyway, right? a breeze lifted the hem and you shrieked playfully. charlotte is startled by the sudden gasp. she lets out a throaty chortle.
"you're such a sloppy drunk," she accuses, but slurring all the same.
"am not," you protest in a faux whine, but giggles edge the corner of your voice.
the two of you continue to volley insults back and forth, all in good fun of course, before charlie and tommy hover above you with quizzled, but humored brows. they were handsome, but unfortunately not enough to distract you from the way din kept throwing swift glimpses at your pathetic display. his intense features loosened when he found you joking, albeit drunkenly, with friends.
madeline joins the group and leans her head on tommy's chest, apparently brave enough to admit something to herself. "let's play hide and seek," she suggests, words a little rushed and lazy.
tommy and charlie were both as intoxicated, but tries harder than you girls to pretend otherwise. they shrug at one another, interested in the idea, though tommy may have been catering to madeline's pleads.
"alright, bet." tommy presses a kiss to madeline's forehead. "i'll be seeker."
"rules?" you ask, attempting to get up from the ground and failing miserably. charlotte takes your hand, clumsily pulling you to your feet. you knock yourself against her. the two of you almost topple to the ground again but she steadies herself with you in her arms.
"the pond is as far as you can go," charlie interjects. he motions to the willow tree in the center of the back yard. "that's the counting place."
the five of you agree enthusiastically, separating from one another like a football team does before their play.
it might have been strange (even reckless) to someone in the east - or west - to take part in such a game in the dead of night. after all, the moon was your only source of light in the woods, its beams illuminating the thicket and branches with a faint glow. but in the midwest, such games were a right of passage. forests were to be memorized, danger to be reckoned with. hide and seek in these conditions were elementary.
by the time tommy starts counting in a sonic boom, you've already begun sprinting in the woods. you were somewhat aimless in your pursuit, eyes frantically searching for a hiding spot worthy enough to be considered. you were the master at hide and seek - always have been. it once took charlotte an hour to find you and, when she did, she caught you wedged between a rack of clothes in the basement closet. you had a reputation to uphold.
but, alas, vodka was stronger than your sense of pride. while running through the entanglement of abundant undergrowth, you lost your footing and tripped over - what you can only guess - a shrub riddled with thorns.
"jesus christ!" you scream, immediately grabbing hold of your foot to inspect the damage. it was enough to sober you up to squint through the darkness. why the fuck hadn't you worn shoes?
you can't see the thorn - the night is too thick with darkness. you curse again just as loud as the first time in attempt to gain someone's attention. you weren't terribly far from the house, so you prayed to the gods that your cries of help would be heard.
because, much to your chagrin, you couldn't walk.
you did try but it proved fruitless because of the thorn. you realized how stupid that was because it pushed in further. god damn this drunkenness you whined internally.
a rustling of leaves startles you. you decide this was the end - you'd die in the middle of the forest you once trusted with your life. you've accepted the gory fact that your father would find your body mangled by the paws of a coyote in the morning.
"i don't wanna die a virgin," you moan tearfully.
a heavy voice full of worriment slices through the darkness. "let me see," he says.
oh no. oh no. oh no, no, no.
din djarin leans down upon his knees, taking your foot in a gentle fashion, before squinting at the damage. his fingers prod carefully against the arch, wiggling something foreign from the meat of your skin. you squeak pathetically at the intrusion, shifting away from his makeshift surgery. finally, he pulls out the thorn and holds it up to the light of the moon.
"a rose thorn," he confirms. you watch as a hint of blood glistens against the lunar rays. he smiles tenderly and then presses the pad of his thumb to the wound. "you'll be alright."
you gulp, all drunkenness suddenly scrambling your thoughts like eggs. instead of thanking him like a normal human being you can only mumble, "i can't walk."
din allows a full bodied smile and your heart skips a beat. he is princely and it takes everything in your pie-eyed body to stop from saying it.
"grab a hold of my shoulders," he instructs, leaning down a bit more so you can reach. you do so, very hesitantly, because there's no way in hades he'll be able to carry you.
but din is full of surprises. he lifts you almost effortlessly as you're slung bridal style against his chest. you must be joking.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you gaze softly into his eyes. it's hard to see them, but you're close enough to watch as his pupils dilate, mouths almost pressing against one another. gods, you want to kiss him. you really do, but the very little percentage of your brain sober enough to reason with you decides against it. you'd regret it in the morning.
"thank you," is what you meekly say.
his stare is a bit more serious now...but not in an icy way. no. he looked...just as charlie once said...enchanted. his lips part just slightly, considering his next move, but then falls short. he nods in chaste before turning towards the break of the woods.
this was bad.
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Mary Asutin was Freddie Mercury’s girlfriend in the 1970s, subject of Queen’s song ‘Love of My Life’ and Freddie’s longtime friend and companion until his death.
Early Life
Mary Georgina Austin was born on March 6, 1951 in Fulham, West London. Her life had been deprived, she grew up in a struggling working-class home and her parents were poor. Her father worked as a hand-trimmer for wallpaper specialists and her mother was a domestic for a small company. Both parents were deaf and communicated through sign language and lip-reading.
At 15 she left the school and began to work as a secretary.
She moved up some shortly afterwords, when she got a job at the trendy Biba store in London as a customer PR. This was a very fashionable place, and the customers included some of the biggest celebrities of the time. One night, she attended a rock concert at a nearby college. While there, she ran into a friendly acquaintance who worked nearby, Brian May. They hit it off and they began dating. The relationship was fun, but it never got serious and they broke up on friendly terms.
1970s Freddie’s girlfriend
May was a musician and was starting a band with some talented friends, and one day he introduced her to the band, when she was 19. Though she wasn't aware of it at the time, she attracted the infatuation of the group's lead singer, a co-worker of May's who called himself Freddie Mercury. Mercury soon frequented the store she worked at and they became increasingly friendly. With fellow band member Roger Taylor, both ran a stall in nearby Kensington Market, selling old clothes and Freddie’s artwork.
Six months later, he surprised her by asking her out on a date, which she accepted after some hesitation. Both were financially strapped, so they had to do things together that didn't involve spending money. He was a flamboyant person in public, which she found intimidating, being a shy and unassuming person, herself, but Mary found herself fascinated by this “wild-looking artistic musician”. However, she eventually got to see the side of himself that he didn't show others, a serious and quiet person who was mistrustful of others. She says, “He was like no one I had ever met before. He was very confident and I have never been confident. We grew together. I liked him - and it went on from there.”
When Freddie first asked her for a date on his 24th birthday, Mary pretended she was busy on that particular night. “I was trying to be cool,” she recalls with a smile, “not because there was any real reason I couldn’t go. But Freddie wasn’t put off. We went out the next day instead. He wanted to go and see Mott The Hoople at the Marquee Club in Soho. Freddie didn’t have much money then and so we just did normal things like any other young people. There were no fancy dinners - they came later when he hit the big time. It took about three years for me to really fall in love. But I had never felt that way about anyone.”
She first shared a £10-a-week bedsit with Freddie in Victoria Road, Kensington. It was at this time that Freddie Mercury proposed to Mary Austin. On Christmas Day in 1973, he gave her a big box. Inside, there was another box: "[Then] another and so it went on. It was like one of his playful games. Eventually, I found a lovely jade ring inside the last small box." Confused, she asked where she should put it on. "Ring finger, left hand," he answered. Then he elaborated "Because, will you marry me?" She accepted. After two years together they moved to a larger, self-contained flat in Holland Road, which cost them £19 a week. By then Queen had signed a record deal and had their first big hit, “Seven Seas Of Rhye”.
It was at a showcase held at Ealing College of Art, Freddie’s old art school, that Mary first recognised his star quality.
Mary remembers the first time she took Freddie, with his thick mane of long, black hair, home to meet her father in their terraced Fulham home. “I hadn`t warned my father how extraordinary looking Freddie was and so I think my father handled the situation very well. Sadly, my mother never met Freddie as she had died four years earlier. My father opened the door and just stayed very calm and treated Freddie very warmly. There were a few glances and comments from the neighbours. Afterwards I realised bringing home this musician must have been quite a shock for him.”
Although Mary and Freddie were engaged to be married, the marriage never took place. It was after they had moved to their second flat in Holland Road that Mary first started to think something was going wrong with their six-year relationship. As Queen grew ever more successful, their relationship cooled. Freddie Mercury started staying out to increasingly late hours, prompting Austin to wonder whether he was sleeping with another woman.
Everything changed one day when Freddie told her he had something important to say, something that would change their whole relationship forever. Mary explains, “Being a bit naive, it had taken me a while to realise the truth. Afterwards he felt good about having finally told me he was bisexual.” Mary decided to move out, but Freddie insisted she shouldn`t move too far from him. After a six-year relationship, Freddie and Mary split up in 1980.
After that, their physical relationship ended, but their connection deepened. Freddie Mercury bought her a flat nearby his apartment and employed her as his personal assistant.
1980s and beyond
Mary and Freddie keep their friendship through all his life. In a 1985 interview, Freddie Mercury said: "All my lovers asked me why they couldn't replace Mary, but it's simply impossible. The only friend I've got is Mary, and I don't want anybody else. To me, she was my common-law wife. To me, it was a marriage. We believe in each other, that's enough for me."
In 1987, he revealed to her that he had tested positive for the HIV virus. She was the first person he told, and she never repeated it to anyone through the remainder of his life. One of Mercury's top priorities was making sure that Mary was financially secure, but she was interested in making sure he take care of his health.
From that moment she was there each day to try to comfort him as he gradually became more ill. Having stayed with Mercury throughout his battle with AIDs, their relationship intensified as the focus on his diminishing life did. "During those times I did really feel such love for him," Austin remembers, "They were the moments I remembered every time I looked at his bed. I would sit every day next to the bed for six hours, whether he was awake or not. He would suddenly wake up and smile and say, 'Oh, it's you, old faithful.'" She also had to take care of her baby son Richard Frederick, born on March 1990, and whom Freddie Mercury was his godfather; and was pregnant of her second son by that time.
Realising he was starting to lose his sight and with his body becoming so weak that finally he couldn’t even get out of bed, Freddie decided to face up to dying by refusing to take his medication. Mary had been his bedrock and a particular comfort in his final years. Finally in 1991, his health deteriorated and he passed away on November of that year at the age of 45. She was devastated when he finally chose to die. "It was the loneliest and most difficult time of my life after Freddie died." In the settling of his estate, Mary was left with the majority of his vast fortune, more than she had expected. Including that was his palatial mansion, which she agreed to move in to. That turned out to be more complicated than expected, as the mansion had a large staff and the settling of Mercury's estate took several months. It took her five years before she could even feel comfortable in the house he left her.
She too expressed a feeling that a kind of marriage had occurred between the two: "I lost somebody who I thought was my eternal love. When he died I felt we'd had a marriage. We'd lived our vows. We'd done it for better for worse, for richer for poorer. In sickness and in health. You could never have let go of Freddie unless he died. Even then it was difficult." Freddie’s cremated remains were left to her. To this day, she is the sole person with the knowledge as to the location of his remains.
Mary would go on to marry twice, first to a painter named Piers Cameron and had two sons with him, Richard Frederick born on March 1990, and Jamie Alistair, born on February 1992. "[Piers] always felt overshadowed by Freddie," Austin explained. "Freddie had widened the tapestry of my life so much... There was no way I'd want to desert him ever."
Later, she married a businessman called Nicholas Holford on Long Island, without telling anyone, with just Mary’s two sons, Richard and Jamie, by their side. This relationship only lasted five years.
She also started a foundation in Mercury's memory, and also continues to support Queen's musical efforts. She continues to live quietly in the mansion, but occasionally grants interviews.
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Brian May x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Brian have just had a beautiful little girl, but she doesn’t have a name yet.
Warnings: N/A (just lots of fluff)
Word count: 1.6K (I know it’s short I’m sorry)
A/N: I know it’s been awhile and I’m so sorry y’all. Quarantine has not been my friend, but I’m so happy to be writing again. I hope you enjoy!
Nine months later and here you were, in your hospital room, absolutely exhausted. You’d been told time and time again that being pregnant and giving birth were truly tiring, but now that you were experiencing it first hand it was an entirely different ball game. It was your first pregnancy after all, so this was so new to you. Your saving grace had been your husband. Brian was not a first-time dad, but this was his first with you. He had been so excited throughout your whole pregnancy, wanting to experience all of your firsts with you.
You knew it was because he hated himself for missing those things with his other children. He was going to be there the whole time, he told you. And he had been. When the two of you had heard your daughter’s heartbeat for the first time you remembered Brian had tears in his eyes. You could tell this was special to him, and the love you felt for him was indescribable in those moments.
You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t been nervous about Brian becoming a dad again. In the back of your mind, there was that little worry that he wouldn’t give your daughter as much attention and things like that. Every time you’d convince yourself out of it but for some reason, the thought wouldn’t go away. Anxiety was a funny thing sometimes when it came to things like that, you thought. Brian was amazing with his other kids. He had spent so long righting his wrongs with them, and you felt he had done so.
But what if the same things happened again? You didn’t want him to be the dad that your daughter only sees once every couple of weeks. Everyone knows the early years are so important to a child’s well being and life in the long run. You looked over at him, as he was asleep on the couch chair thing that the hospital always puts next to the bed for dads when their significant other was in labor. He looked peaceful, unlike yourself. You’d think that after pushing a whole baby out of you that you’d be tired enough to sleep, but apparently not.
You thought you should at least try to shut your eyes. Maybe then you would be able to trick yourself into falling asleep, but you had your doubts. Just because your eyes were closed, didn’t mean that your brain would turn off at the same time.
Not long after you started to trick yourself into falling asleep, you heard a soft knock on the door.
“Yeah?” You heard Brian say.
“I saw Mum was asleep, so I thought Dad would want to spend some time with the little one. Still no name yet?
“Not yet. I would love to take her.” Brian responded. Small coos came from her mouth as Brian gently took her from the nurse. Followed by the nurse’s footsteps out of the room and the door shut, you opened your eyes just enough to see Brian lean back against his chair bed with your daughter on his chest.
That was another thing that had been on your mind, trying to figure out her name. Whenever one of you came up with something the other one didn’t like it. You were about to ask Freddie because he had named Tiger Lily for Roger. Freddie seemed to be the best at coming up with names. But Brian insisted. He thought that the two of you should come up with it since it was your first child. You just had a child and there were a million things on your mind, no wonder you couldn’t sleep.
You peeked your eye open again one more time, and you saw Brian kissing your daughter’s forehead. He had tucked her in under his t-shirt and was rubbing her back. You kind of wished that you weren’t pretending to be asleep so that you could get the camera out and take a picture. However the more you looked, the more you could tell it was a special moment.
“I cannot believe we still don’t have a name for you, little one. I thought your brother and sister were small, but you give a new meaning to the word.” He spoke so softly. It would always amaze you how he could sing so loudly on stage, but talk so softly to tiny humans.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, just like your mum. You’ve got my nose though, you poor thing. Your mum will say I have a wonderful nose but I’m not so sure that I agree with her.” You smiled, as he was right. You loved Brian’s nose. She started getting a little fussy, and Brian kissed her again.
“Would you like to hear a song? Yeah how about we sing a song. You’ll grow up hearing lots of it baby girl.”
Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?
Isn’t she precious? Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we’d be, making one as lovely as she
But isn’t she lovely, made from love?
He was singing one of your favorite Stevie Wonder songs. He had sung it to her while she was growing inside you, so you knew he would sing it to her once she was born. Your damn hormones were making your eyes water looking at the two of them because it was so sweet. Any worries that you had about Brian before were slowly starting to go out the window. You could already tell that his whole heart and more loved your daughter. Within a day, she was already your whole world.
Isn't she pretty? Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy, We have been Heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us, He's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love?
Brian made the song sound like something completely new. His voice had put your daughter to sleep and it was starting to do the same thing to you. You didn’t want to fall asleep yet though, you wanted to watch how precious Brian was being with your daughter. Then it came to you again, you still hadn’t thought of a name for her.
You’d already suggested just about every name you could think of. At least the ones that you’d read in all the baby books you’d been given. She was already looking to be a Daddy’s girl, so maybe Brian would think of something.
You watched the two of them a little bit more. Brian continued to sing and your daughter didn’t make a fuss. His voice was like magic to her. That daddy daughter bond was definitely one to be taken seriously. She had Brian wrapped around her little finger so tightly already.
She had a head full of hair, which she definitely got from Brian. You could see the little curls forming on the top of her head, just like his. She had his nose and his hair, but he’d told you that she had your eyes and your smile (which he had also said were the best features to get). You wanted to hold her, but at the same time it was the sweetest thing getting to observe them. Brian had paused in his singing, and you took the chance to “wake up” from your nap.
“Hello love, who do you have there?” You asked. Brian looked up at you and a warm smile spread across his face.
“Just our little one. She’s the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. How did we create something like this?” He kissed her forehead one more time.
“I’ve been asking myself that since she got here. But ya know what?”
“What is it my love?” Brian could barely take his eyes off your daughter.
“She still doesn’t have a name. Maybe we should come up with one?” You suggested, a little smile showing in your tone.
“That might be a good idea, yes.” He laughed a little, and got up out of his chair while holding your daughter tightly in his arms. She was so small his arms almost swallowed her. You moved a little so that Brian could sit down with you on the bed. He maneuvered so that your daughter was laying on the bed in front of you two so that you could both get a good look at her.
“Any ideas Mr. May?” You asked.
“Not a one. How about you Mrs. May?” It always made you feel all warm and glowy inside when he called you that. That would definitely never get old.
“I think I have one.” You smiled. You’d finally thought of it.
“Care to share with the class?” He raised an eyebrow and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“I heard you singing to her. She loved the sound of your voice, it was almost like magic. So I think we should call her Melody.” You looked at Brian for his reaction. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas, and you knew that was the one.
“That’s it. That’s her name! Melody May. What a wonderful name for a wonderful little girl made from love.”
But isn’t she lovely? Made from love.
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What Might Have Been - Chapter 4: Strangers
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - [ AO3 ]
CW throughout: swearing, Mature rating
----- 💚 Side B Chapter 💚 -----
Songs for This Chapter:
The Great Pretender, performed by Freddie Mercury
The Show Must Go On - Live by Queen and Elton John
It's a Hard Life by Queen
Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game but to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
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Logan quickly turned off the the burner, wincing as the water for the lasagna noodles boiled over and sizzled against the still-hot heating element. He tapped at his watch, trying to silence the alarm still persistently buzzing away at his wrist, then stirred the other saucepan, peering uncertainly at the contents inside. He frowned and sighed slightly, replacing the lid and pulling out a baking dish to begin layering the ingredients. Remy called out from the other room, "I think they're here, Dad!"
Logan nodded absently. "Thank you, Remy. Would you mind answering the door?" Logan took a deep breath, looking around the kitchen. "Just a little behind schedule," he muttered to himself, "Alright, all I need to do now is get the lasagna noodles into the pan, make the salad ..." He drained the noodles and brought the pot closer to where the rest of the ingredients were laid out.
Remy and Patton raced to see who could open the door first. Virgil glanced at Emile. "They do this all the time, you'll get used to it," he said with a friendly smirk.
Patton won and opened the door with a flourish, nearly snagging Remy in the process. "Oh, sorry," he winced before turning to the trio on the porch. "Uncle Roman! Uncle Janus! REMUS!" he shouted, grabbing whoever's hands he could reach first and dragging them inside.
"Ok, ok, we're coming in," laughed Roman as Patton yanked on Roman and Remus' arms. Janus chuckled, having happily avoided the familiar loving but rough treatment this time. Roman wrapped his arms around Patton, squeezing tightly. Remus stood a little to the side, a small smile pressed onto his face, tugging up on the edge of the turtleneck he'd borrowed from Roman. He tried, but could not look Patton in the eyes.
"Patton, Remy, let them inside," Virgil drawled, "Please, everyone, come in," he beckoned them closer and led them into the living room. Remy noticed Emile quietly standing behind Virgil, hands in his pockets.
Remy moved closer to him, taking his hand and gently drawing Emile closer to the group. "Uncle Roman, Uncle Janus, you remember Emile." Roman held out his arms in invitation. Emile blushed and nodded, letting out a surprised yelp when Roman gave him a bear hug, raising him up off the ground.
Janus shook his head, and, laughing, gave Emile a gentler hug. "Welcome to the circus," Janus whispered in his ear, "Trust me, they're worth it."
Remy then turned to Remus, "I don't think you two have met yet. Emile, this is Remus," he took a breath, " ... Roman's brother. Remus, this is Emile, my fiancé." Remy grinned, turning to Emile, "I love saying that!" Emile reached for Remus' hand to shake.
"It's very nice to finally meet you, Remus." He glanced at Remy, a little surprised at Remus' unexpectedly subdued behavior. He wasn't behaving at all the way Remy had described him. "Remy's told me a lot about you, actually."
Remus cleared his throat and smiled. "Same here. Congratulations on the engagement. Remy's quite a catch."
Patton groaned. "Ugh, there aren't enough kids in this room." He looked around, seeking someone who would be most likely to be interested in a tiny bit of mayhem. There was still some snow in the back yard begging to be turned into something. His eyes landed on Remus. "Remus! Will you come out back with me? We could play in the snow!" He grinned, reaching for Remus' hand.
Just looking at Patton left Remus with a crushing ache in his chest. "Um, I ... I didn't really dress for that today." He still couldn't quite meet his eyes, staring instead at the boy's hairline. "I'm sorry, Pat." Remus looked down at his feet. Remy exchanged a glance with Roman, narrowing his eyes. Roman looked closely at Remus, then back to Remy, nodding slightly.
"Hey, Pat, can Emile and I join you? It's been a hectic semester and we'd love the chance to blow off a little steam, right, Babes?," he squeezed Emile's hand.
"Yes, for sure!" Emile nodded vigorously, anxious to escape the awkward tension that had settled over the room. "Let's get our coats!"
"I'll join you," Virgil added, following Emile to the coat closet.
...
Remy and Emile worked together to gather snow into a pile. After a few minutes, Remy finally broke the silence. "Did you all think Remus was acting kinda -,"
"Weird?," Patton supplied.
Remy shrugged, "Yeah, weird, I guess."
"Yeah, and he's wearing the turtleneck you bought Roman for his birthday last year," Virgil muttered, scooping up some snow and forming a ball. The three eldest exchanged a look when Patton turned, Virgil rubbing at the side of his neck.
"Yeah," Patton said, "And back on the boat, I saw him making out with that guy he was dancing with during the Rihanna song." Three heads swiveled and stared at the youngest. Patton looked up and appeared surprised at the attention. "What? I'm neurodivergent, not oblivious."
Virgil snorted, shaking his head. "Remind me never to underestimate you again, Pat." Patton grinned proudly.
"But I thought," Remy looked at his brothers to back him up. "You know ... he and Dad were always making eyes at each other ... "
Virgil shrugged, mumbling, "I dunno what happened, man, but nobody seems very happy about it."
...
Logan grit his teeth as he fought to unstick a hot noodle from the one next to it, fingers slightly burnt from the heat. "Can I help you, Lo?," Janus called from the doorway.
Logan nodded quickly, "Yes. Yes, please. This is taking considerably longer than I anticipated." He looked up as Janus rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands at the kitchen sink. "Thank you. I ... I do not know what possessed me to think I could do this all alone." Janus nodded sympathetically, then dried his hands on a clean towel. He walked over to stand with Logan at the counter facing out to the living room.
"Here, let me take a turn at that," Janus murmured, reaching for the colander of drained noodles. He started carefully prying them apart. "I'm surprised you didn't use the oven-ready kind."
Logan hung his head briefly. "I did not anticipate how much more difficult this kind would be. I was ... hoping to ..."
"Avoid your guests? Or guest?," Janus said quietly, just loud enough for Logan to hear, catching Logan's eyes then looking significantly toward where Remus and Roman stood near the patio door, watching the boys play outside.
"No. No, of course not." Logan insisted. "I merely wanted to make it special for Remy and Emile."
Janus nodded silently, continuing to pull apart the noodles and laying them out in the tray as Logan spread the other ingredients over them.
"Frankly," Logan continued, "I feel rather foolish about the entire matter." Janus narrowed his eyes at Logan. He took a deep breath, adjusting his glasses a little awkwardly with his wrist. "I ... I was mistaken to feel so agonized when I read what he had written in his book," Logan murmured quietly. "You saw who he left the party with. Whatever he may have been feeling when he wrote that," Logan pinched his lips together, staring down as he stirred the sauce in front of him. "I am quite embarrassed by all of it, actually." He shook his head. "It was clearly some sort of ... passing infatuation."
Janus looked out at Roman and Remus standing together, quietly talking. Remus alternated between keeping his hands in his pockets or raking them through his hair. He stood more on the balls of his feet than anything else and his movements were jerky. Janus had gotten a good look at his hands in the morning and his nails and cuticles were bitten and raw. Janus hadn't seen him this agitated since before he left the country back in college. "I ... wouldn't be so sure about that, Lo," Janus' voice was barely above a whisper. "I would not be so quick to dismiss the depths of that man's heart." Janus swallowed, looking back and forth between Remus and Logan, carefully considering his words. "I've known Remus a very a long time and ...," He pressed his lips together for a moment before deciding it was worth the risk. "He tends to make some rather impulsive decisions when ..."
Logan frowned, staring down at the sauce in front of him. "When what?," he whispered curtly.
Janus frowned, watching Logan carefully. "When he's hurting, Lo."
Logan shook his head, sighing. "That was years ago, Janus. He's grown up. We all have." Logan clenched his jaw for a moment as he concentrated on placing the last layers on the dish before twisting to place it in the oven. Finally, he turned back to Janus. "I saw him yesterday. I ... It slipped my mind that you and Roman would not be home and I stopped by your house on the way back from the bakery for Remy's cake. And ... whatever feelings he may or may not have harbored for me in the past, I - it clearly does not mean anything to him."
Janus watched Logan carefully as he started to clean the counter where they'd worked. Janus waited until Logan was approaching the sink, far from the counter, and as far from the twins that they could get. He gently gripped Logan's arm, murmuring, "Why do you care? All of this sounds a bit more than friendly concern to my ears."
Logan's hands shook a little and he furrowed his brow. "No, of course it is not - I have already explained ...," He quickly closed his mouth and adjusted his glasses again. "I am merely concerned for him."
Janus nodded, unconvinced.
Logan's phone beeped with a new email notification. He glanced at it on the counter and saw it was not a mass distribution email but instead was sent directly to him from the Patton's Vice Principal. The subject line was 'URGENT ACTION Re: SUSPENSION.' Frowning, he murmured to Janus, "Excuse me, this is unusual." Janus nodded, nearly as concerned as Logan.
Logan pulled down the notification to read the first few lines of the email. He sighed heavily, clenching his jaw. Janus met his eyes and put a hand on his shoulder. Logan counted a few breaths in and out before walking to the patio. He nodded to the twins, and blushed, realizing he hadn't actually said hello to either of them yet. He froze in his tracks. "Roman, Remus, I apologize, I was so caught up in preparations ...," He took a deep breath and smiled at each of them, eyes lingering slightly on Remus' out of character clothing. "We are quite glad you two could be here to celebrate Remy and Emile's engagement."
Roman smiled and hugged Logan. "Aw, Logan, don't worry about it. We saw you and Janus working hard in there." Remus started to open his arms to hug Logan as well, but quickly lowered them before he turned. Roman looked at Remus and raised an eyebrow. "Can we help?"
Logan shook his head, "Thank you, but that is not necessary," he turned briefly as he spoke to face Remus, including him in his thanks. Logan paused, "I ... I am a bit frazzled by the preparations and," Logan raised his phone, the bold subject line clearly visible, "whatever this issue is with Patton's school." Logan opened his mouth as though to say more, eyes flickering to Remus yet again, and ended with a simple, "I apologize, excuse me."
Logan opened the patio door and and called out, "Patton, would you come inside, please?"
"Yeah, Dad?," Patton came running to the patio door, stomping his feet on the mat to clear some of the snow and dirt from outside before stepping in and removing his boots and coat. Logan gestured for Patton to follow him to the kitchen, using the time to take a few more controlled breaths. Finally, Logan turned, Janus staying close by. Patton started fidgeting with his bracelet once he saw the expressions on Logan and Janus' faces.
"I just received an email from Vice Principal Barker asking me to come to the school to discuss your suspension for vandalism," Logan fought to control the tone of his voice, hoping to not attract the attention of Roman and Remus in the living room. He ran a hand through his hair and took another deep breath, slowly letting it out. "What can you tell me about this?"
Patton's shoulders slumped and he looked down at the floor. "Yeah, yeah I did it." He looked up at his father, "I had a good reason, though, I swear ..."
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. "What reason could you possibly have for vandalizing your school?"
"I didn't graffiti anything, if that's what you're thinking." Logan stared back, waiting for a better explanation. Patton sighed, "I took down all the bathroom signs and threw them in the trash compactor."
Logan shook his head, eyebrows knotted. "What? Why would you - ?"
"Dad, they made a new rule at school that you can only use the bathroom for the gender on your 'permanent record', whether or not it's your real gender." Patton made a face, putting his hands on his hips. "It's wrong, Dad. So ... I took down all the signs so you can't tell which bathroom you're in so nobody would get in trouble for using the wrong one." Logan and Janus exchanged a look. Logan walked closer to Patton.
"You risked a suspension so that ...," Logan shook his head slightly before his face bloomed into a smile. He pulled Patton in to a hug. Patton looked out at Janus' face as he slowly returned his dad's hug. He was not anticipating this reaction at all. Janus smiled back at him.
"You've raised quite a little rabble rouser there, Lo," Janus smiled as he leaned his arms on the counter, watching the two of them hug.
Logan grinned, turning to Janus. "As will you and Roman, I am sure."
"Wait, Dad, you're not ... you're not mad?," Patton couldn't keep the surprise from his voice.
"Oh, I am furious. But not at you. I am proud of you," he hugged Patton tighter. Logan turned to look at Janus. "What were they thinking?! Gender is a protected class in Washington State." Logan pulled back, still gripping Patton's shoulders gently. "VP Barker picked the wrong fight with the wrong kiddo." Patton grinned and leaned back in for another hug.
...
Remus watched Logan calling Patton back into the house. He noticed how Logan was clenching his jaw but somehow managed to keep his voice even. Remus thought again how these boys were lucky to have Logan as their father. Most fathers wouldn't react that way to a letter from school. Gods knew their father hadn't.
Roman watched Remus. "Re?," he asked gently, shaking him from his reverie. Remus turned to Roman, blinking for a moment before his eyes focused on his brother's. Roman rubbed Remus' shoulder. "Re, when are you going to tell me what happened?" Remus looked down at his feet, gnawing on his thumbnail. "Remus ... look at me," Roman quietly demanded. Remus dragged his eyes back up. Roman could see the extra shine in his eyes and a tiny tremble in his jaw. "Re, what happened at the party? You were going to talk to Logan and tell him ...," Remus looked outside, through the patio window. "And then the next thing I know, you're showing up covered in hickeys with that ... guy hanging off you, leering at you." Remus crossed his arms in front of his chest, hands open and grasping at his own rib cage. "You know what it all reminded me of ...," Roman tried to wrap his arm around Remus' shoulders to pull him in to a hug, but Remus jerked backwards.
"No, Roman, what exactly does it remind you of?," Remus whispered, the words pushing out as a hiss through his clenched teeth. "Did it remind you that, unlike you, the only men who want me are the creeps like Devin? That whenever I do find a man who is good and smart and start to love him -" Remus slammed his mouth shut, turning from Roman. "Just forget it," he mumbled.
"Re, I love you, please don't shut me out like this." Roman's voice cracked. Remus turned and was horrified to see Roman's eyes start to fill with tears.
"Ro, no, wait, don't cry," he whispered, his voice softer. "I'm sorry. I just ... I really fucked up, Ro. Logan told me he found this fucking note I left him months ago and that ... all he wants is to be friends. And then Devin showed up right after and ...," Remus slumped against Roman's shoulder. "And yeah, he was a creep but ...,"
"But it felt good to be wanted," Roman finished quietly.
Remus nodded and sighed, quickly wiping at a tear. At least Ro gets it. I can count on Ro to know I'm not a monster. "Yeah."
Remus gripped at the side of his neck, one arm still wrapped around his own belly, for the briefest of moments letting himself imagine Logan's arms wrapped around him instead. Logan sure thinks you're a monster now, doesn't he? Fuck a guy without knowing his name? Who's the real creep? He jammed his hands into his pockets. "I don't know what I was expecting. Most one night stands don't have a happy ending like yours did," " he mumbled, jerking his head toward Janus. "Real life's not a fairy tale."
They both turned to watch Logan talking with Patton and saw the moment Logan learned why Patton was being suspended from school. Remus felt his heart crack at the joy and pride in Logan's face. "I don't wanna just give up, but how do I keep fighting for someone who just ... doesn't want me?" Remus pushed back against the tears trying to break through. He shook his head. "I've gotta get out of here, Ro. I just ... I just can't," eyes trailing to Logan. He met Roman's eyes. "I need to just forget for a little while."
Roman sighed but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Re." He hugged his brother. "Can I drive you home?"
"No, no, I'm not gonna make you leave, too. I'll get a Lyft or something. I just ... I - I gotta go. Lemme say goodbye to to the boys."
Remus slid open the patio door and stepped outside. He waved, "Hey, you guys, I've, uh, got an early start tomorrow, so I'm gonna head out." He turned toward Remy and Emile. "Congratulations again. You two make such a cute couple." He looked toward Virgil, "Bye, you guys ..."
Remy approached Remus and hugged him, pointedly looking through the window at his father, then back to Remus. "I get it, I really do."
Remus chuckled without humor. "You Sanders boys are far too observant. Can't keep anything from you."
"It's the Hive Mind." Remus let out a little laugh that sounded more like a sob. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath. He pulled back from Remy, breathing in.
"You'll text me when you get home?," Remy prompted.
"Yeah, yeah I will. Goodnight, Remy." Remy pulled Remus in for one more hug before letting him go back in the house. "Goodnight, everybody!," he called again to the rest of the group in the back yard. The three exchanged uncomfortable glances, desperately wishing they could help but not knowing how.
Remus called out to Roman, Patton, Janus, and Logan as he left, "Goodbye, everybody! I've got to go." He waved. "I'm sorry I can't stay for dinner. Thank you for having me." He kept his gaze focused downward, trying not to catch Logan's eye. Too late. Fuck. Logan had watched him go outside to talk with Remy and now he started to walk over to Remus. "Bye!" Remus said in a rush, heading out the door.
Remus made it as far as the last porch step when Logan called out from the doorway, "Remus, please wait! I - "
Remus crushed his eyes together for a moment before pressing the smile back on his face. He turned, "Hey, Lo. Sorry I've gotta run. Everything smells great." Remus finally looked at Logan, briefly meeting his eyes. He felt ice and fire competing for space in his chest. He swallowed and pushed at the corners of his mouth, trying to keep his smile in place.
Logan adjusted his glasses, looking down, "I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. Who you choose to date is not my business." He licked his lips, glancing briefly at Remus. He took a deep breath. "This," he gestured around them, swooping his arm to include the house behind him, "This entire evening was terribly awkward for you and it was selfish of me - " Logan's voice suddenly cracked and Remus felt his hand twitch, wanting to reach for him, to tell him it was ok, that everything would be ok. "It was selfish of me to ask you to drop anything else you may have had planned to come and ... Well, to come here."
Logan ran his hand through his hair. “I think it would be better if I made fewer demands of your time." Logan pressed his lips together, finally looking up to face Remus completely. "Remus, I have cherished your company and your advice and your support, but this is ... this is not fair to you. It is likely healthier if perhaps we spent less time together.
Remus tried to catch his breath. It was hard to hear over the roaring in his ears. "Lo?" No, no, no, please no ... "Are - are you asking me to ... stay away from you?"
"Well, no ... I just ... I simply do not wish for you to feel obligated to ...," Logan looked down at the ground. "I do not wish for you to feel obligated." Logan shook his head. "I came out here to try to clear the air and I fear I have made things worse." Finally, Logan looked at him. Until that moment, Remus hadn't let himself notice how little Logan had actually looked at him the whole time he was there. Remus would have said anything to get Logan to just keep his eyes on him, to just keep seeing him.
Please don't look away, Lo. I feel like I stop existing when you look away. Please keep seeing me. Please don't look away.
But Remus didn't say any of that. "You didn't make anything worse, Lo."
Logan nodded, "Well, goodnight, then," he murmured, before turning and walking back into the house.
"Goodnight," Remus whispered to the closed door. Remus closed his eyes, sighing heavily. He turned and started walking toward the main road, pulling out his phone to get a Lyft. He tapped at the screen, annoyed that whenever he wiped away a tear from the screen, he also slid the map away from his location, forcing him to adjust the map repeatedly.
Fuck. The only options on a Sunday were shared rides. Shaking his head, he selected the ride and walked up 85th street to the pick up spot. He checked his phone. The Lyft was still twenty minutes away. Fucking suburbs. Fucking Kirkland. The pickup spot was in front of a Walgreen's, so he went inside and bought a couple packs of clove cigarettes, some gum, and a new lighter.
Remus managed to smoke three cigarettes while waiting for the Lyft. When it finally arrived, he slid into the backseat. The car was full, with a passenger in the front seat and another sitting rather close to him in the back. He awkwardly smiled at the man sitting next to him and thanked the Lyft driver. His was the first stop. Remus settled back in his seat for the drive back to Seattle. Back home - your brother's home. You don't have a home yet, do you?, he reminded himself. Suddenly, Remus turned to the man sitting next to him, realizing he was talking.
"I said, hello, are you from Seattle?," he grinned, eyes dancing. When Remus turned to face him, the man reached out as though to shake his hand. "I'm Satya." He gently squeezed Remus' hand a little longer than necessary to shake. "What's your name?," he asked, giving Remus his full attention.
"I'm Remus."
Satya's eyes lit up and he cooed, "Ah, Remus as in the co-founder of Rome or as in the werewolf wizard?"
Remus chuckled, "No, I"m a little older than the Harry Potter series."
Satya edged closer to Remus. "Hm, so a founder of Rome, then. That suits you better." He licked his lips then smiled. "I suppose that means you'd be too busy to come and have a drink with me, then?" Remus could smell the other man's cologne and feel the heat of his leg pressed against his own. He felt a tiny cold rock form in the pit of his stomach but shook his head and smiled anyway.
"I suppose I could be convinced to clear my schedule.”
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Don’t stop me now
Spike btvs x reader
Summary:Imagine looking like Freddie Mercury as a woman like in a 'I want to break free' with a hoover dancing only for an 100+ vampire to join in, unknowingly.
A/n: what can I say , I've been busy with college , and I'm British so we know spike is gonna know Queen too.
Word count: 3891
Y/c=country(or just a state in America I don't know, the whole world isn't America lol.
It was strange to say the least; working for wolfram & hart, you had came from y/c to here, working for a law firm run by a vampire with a soul.
Mental if you ask yourself , you had known Wesley when you was younger, actually he had brought you a ticket to Los Angeles , since your parental figure had called him , and let him know about everything really. Well just that you were now y/a , and in need of a job. That was it you were here now.
You weren't sure what your job was really , you definitely was not a social butterfly, Wesley had mentioned you had to crack codes? Now that you think about it , something to do with researching different demon rituals? That's not the correct word , anyways to do that had write summaries for Angel's upcoming meetings with these different species.
You ever had your own office, you could live in there honestly.
There was a lot going on all the time, frankly it was kinda scary , knowing no one apart from Wesley, who clearly knotted up by the scientist, Fred. Yet you was always invited to the important meetings , you had guessed Wes had put in a word , to help you feel welcome or included. There wasn't really a purpose for you being there.
You were a little nervous that maybe one of them, probably the vampire ,Angel , not knowing that the blond British man was one too, could read your mind. What would he find the that was terrifying (except you read dirty smut) . You were sat by Wes , at the end of the table closest to the window. Which also meant you were sat next to Angel, with the jelled blond bad boy opposite you.
"Okay, so cannibal vampire cult...what's with that, and why is that a problem?" Angel had began , with the same brooding face as , he had on 24 hours a day.
Gunn , had cleared his throat briefly, causing everyone to turn their heads towards him. "Well, it's quite simple, they are killing all our clients." Yeah this was waste of your life, you had already began doodling on the notepad in front of you. Unknowingly forgetting you were in an 'significant' meeting.
Not knowing how much time had gone by, felt like hours , freshly finished school and know you were here? Sucky. You were only jolted out of your thoughts when a foot had nudged yours, looking up slowly to the man in front of you , waiting for your reaction.
He was quite handsome you could not deny that, a small blush had raised to your cheeks , as he had caught you in a trance of boredom, you had lifted your eyebrows at him in confusion. With nothing but a smirk in response you had tried to listen again to the meeting.
"So you are saying we need bait? But who would we use? This whole place is monsters, " Fred's face with disgust at the word 'monsters' as she delivered her thoughts, Wes thought for a moment his hand at his lip, indicting so as he looked at the pine table.
"No,not necessarily," He had gestured to you , all eyes on you, feeling like a stripper, wow this is attention? Blush upon your face once again,"w-wha" choking on your own words ,before Angel had shook his head "Absolutely not, Wes, that's not fair."
"Yeah! I'm human too."
"And me, hey! So are you Wes."
"Uhhh, Mister Angel, " What else was you supposed to call him? Dad? He had looked at you from the disagreement, nodding for you to go on.
"S-say if I was, uh, what's the chances of me dying?" The pencil in your hands being gripped tightly in your now sweaty palms, but Angel is not given chance to reply. "He wouldn't allow that, love. Would you 'mister' Angel" the blond vampire smirk was evident as he looked at the brooding brunette.
"Hold on a second, why do they want a human, if they are cannibal?" Okay that did make sense, use your ears y/n.
"They can't just drink each other , they need something other than other vampires. That's only when they actually find one of ours." Yeah, you guess that the blond man did make sort of sense, you had just "hm" in response.
You had turned to Wesley, gesturing for him to come closer, so that you could whisper into his ear, the rest watched in confusion. Hold on Angel still didn't answer your question. "Uh, um, did you volunteer me because I'm a virgin? Does that make me more attractive to the vampires?" You had really hoped that no one had super hearing, Wes pondered for a second, your hand still on his shoulder.
"I'm not quite sure, I'm probably not the best person to ask , you should bring that up with Angel." Wow thank you , so much.
You moved back into sitting in your chair correctly. Twiddling your thumbs, to pretend like no one was looking at you,felt like hours that you were sat there, before your foot was nudged again, you peeped up to see the same blond man looking at you. Who else is it going to be? Johnny Depp? No.
"Come on ,love." You weren't even sure of his name, and he was calling you love. Instead of speaking you had just stared back blankly. Most awkward meeting. "Would you just ask me then? Surely it's not that bad,no one else has to hear." Only his Spike saw the look Angel was giving him, awww soft boy. He did not seem like he was evil..only if you knew him a couple of years ago.
You had stood up, in hopes spike would do the same,so you wouldn't have to kneel next to him and whisper. He stood up as you made your way to him , moving away from the table, before turning back to the others. "You lot carry on, " With that he led you away out of Angel's office to an empty one. This is so dramatic but you don't really want to be talking about your virginity to these people, well except spike.
"So,love, what's the problem?" He had towered over you, he was quite handsome yes, but you felt intimidated in honesty. "Uh,well, since I'm going to be bait...well ,um, Are virgins more at risk at being snacked on? If that makes a difference to vampires? Oh I'm sorry, uh I-" he let out a chuckle at you, you moved your gaze to your feet. Why did you have to wear these heels, you didn't see Patrick swayze anywhere.
"Yes, they can smell it as soon as you walk into a room and it tastes different to other humans. ,love."
"W-wait how do you know?"
"I've had my fair share, now come on , love-come on I'm not going to eat you."
"Pfft- I'm not a virgin."
"Sure love,"
And with that you both headed back to the meeting , before you left to be bait Fred had informed you Spike had a soul like Angel after you had questioned him to her and Wesley.
Now you were in the middle of a park at 1 am , which happened to be not even a mile from the vampire base. It was freezing , in a poncho with a tank top, apparently to show off your neck under the street light, you were pretty sure that the vampires didn't give a shit if you were wearing Michael Myers mask.
Ah yes, first day on the job, risks of death 99.9% , lovely.
What exactly are you supposed to do? Pretty sure that mister mysterious and mister Stevie Nicks/vanilla ice are hiding in the bushes or something. Oh how you wish that Keanu Reeves would swoop you away from this situation.
Stood in the open park, kicking the mud with you shoe , well until you are body slammed backwards onto the floor, by obviously an indeed ugly vampire. Where's David from lost boys you wouldn't mind if it was him , but this dude stank. He was not even a second away from biting you- wait sorry his fangs were in your neck. It hurt like period pains in your neck, well until it was over , when he was yanked off by a blurry figure , as you felt your body being lifted, that was it.
You had woken up the next morning under a blanket on the sofa in your office, a plaster on your neck, water on the table. You were never going to do that , with the huge headache and the low sugar levels. As you looked down realising your movie white tank top was now drenched in blood. Deciding it was best to go talk to someone to go home, you left the office.
Your heels now discarded , your bare feet padding against the carpet floor , all the way to Angels office, Harmony informing you that he was in a meeting with the others. One brief knock on the pine door, was all it took for the similar brooding vampire had opened the door , gesturing you in.
Okay it was a bit naughty to not changed the blood stained tank, since there are two vampires in the room. Soon you were sat exactly where you were 24 hours ago, as were everyone else. "Uh, um ," No one was speaking , just staring at you really. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have forced you into doing that , I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Wesley was undoubtedly guilty, probably thinking about how made your parental figure was going to be more like.
"I just like to say, I could've gotten aids."
"Uh, that's not how that works." Fred was honestly shaken by your words, well not really she just thought well actually you don't know.
"That was just dramatic effect. I'm quite annoyed , I did not want fucking Edward sucking me like I was juice carton. Did you even kill the cult?" Your voice sounded like sandpaper, as you delivered your anger with pop culture references and dramatic gestures.
"Yeah we did, well not me but still." Lorne smiled at you with concern , he had felt sympathy for you , hoping the bite wouldn't scar.
"Well good, um, I was wondering if I could go home now? Please?" You already hate this job, Angel had nodded, queuing you to stand up , doing a small bow in respect , going home to have a bath and sleep.
Wesley had called you not long after you gotten home , to inform you that you had been given an extra few days off. Wow first day then long weekend, mental.
Once you had gotten back on Monday, your neck was not healed still, but you had to come back otherwise you was going to be homeless.
Surprisingly , the work was easy , too easy, but you weren't to complain... there was tv with a DVD player, you were absolutely chuffed. It happened that you had brought cds in your bag accidentally. After storing those cds in that bag when coming to Los Angeles.
So , you did work through your work a little too fast, nothing to do, so since the demon cleaners suck arse , and didn't clean up the blood from last week, you had went and gotten a Hoover and cleaning supplies. Queen and david bowie, playing on the tv, you know you can use DVD players to play cds, if you didn't know.
Maybe it was a little bad you playing slightly loud music while hoovering, dancing as you went, it was a shitty Hoover so it was taking a while. Your cardigan and heels discarded, your forehead laced with sweat, what could you say who does like Queen. Thus I want to break freebegan to play.
"I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies,"
The fact this song was a parody of coronation street. As soon as the beat began , you had also began aggressively Hooving, the long dramatic strides, even the the lip twitches as you lip-synced.
"You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free,"
You had stopped to flip the fringe of your hair , before resting your hands on your hips , the self confident head shake, another hair flip out of your face.
"I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love
It's strange but it's true, yeah,"
Obviously you couldn't take your shirt off , like Freddie, but yeah your skirt rising up , blouse too buttons undone was enough. Your hands hands spread out like a star for moments, you didn't know that Spike had heard the music and began to locate the source.
"I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door.
Oh, how I want to be free, baby
Oh, how I want to be free
Oh, how I want to break free"
Looking up to the ceiling, arms lift out to the sides , legs apart. Dramatic spin, clenching of fists to your chest. Spike walking up to the do slowly opening it , seeing you shaking your head 'I want to break free' Now some elves but you can't do that your not Legolas. Or cows you are not sure.
Now not sure how you didn't see Spike . This was embarrassing, spike wasn't copying really, not much anyways. It wasn't long after that dont stop me now started. Wow this is embarrassing. You had just abandon the Hoover at this point.
"I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy"
Bringing you hands in front of you up near your neck , wiggling your fingers, spike did the same.
" So don't " You looked forward,
"stop," Looked towards the window , as did spike .
"me" Back forward.
"now"
"don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time
I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity."
Jumping up , scratching like a Tiger standing side on, moving your arms around you 200 degrees , you were doing a duet , without knowing it.
" I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go" Honestly you don't know how to describe these moves in honesty go watch Paul Rudd do it.
"There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah." Your arms almost touching spikes as you lift them up as you circle your arse in a small circle, before pointing up.
"Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"
Okay you had climb onto the desk , spot Spike oh my god , you couldn't of represented the fear , well until he had threw his jacket on the sofa ripped his shirt off, winking at you, shaking his shoulders.
"I'm traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you "
"Don't" you had wiggled yours back, before pointing at the platinum vampire,gesturing him to come to you .
"stop me now, I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now" As he reached you , you held out your hands for him , helping him up onto the table.
"If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call" Each of you looking at each other, as you danced ,sorta looking like Rick I'm never going to give you up, a lot of twisting , and hand movements.
"Don't"
"stop"
" me now ('cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time)" Spike had grabbed your hands twirling you, ending up with you in front of him facing away. Throwing out thumbs up to the side of you as you got closer to the desk top.
"I don't want to stop at all" Before rising your arms up , Spike pulling you up, honestly if you knew him deeply you wouldn't believe that he would do this, he's a vampire.
"Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite, I'm out of control
I am a sex machine, ready to reload.
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode." Throwing your head back then forwards quickly , with your leg up, clicking your finger.
"I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit" Neither of you had noticed the music had gained more attention then you may of realised , Angel ,Wesley, Gunn, Fred and Lorne were hiding behind the sofa.
"Don't stop me, don't stop me
Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey"
Spike jumped off of the table turning back to you , five feet away, holding his arms out to catch you.
"Don't stop me, don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it"
With that you had jumped, (Spike watched dirty dancing? Probably Harmony's fault.) Effortlessly he had caught you you lifting you up, for a few seconds.
"Don't stop me, don't stop me
Have a good time, good time"
Lowering you down slowly , your arms around his neck, panting slightly, uh he wasn't sweaty , he's dead but you were covered in sweaty.
Soon enough the song came to an end , you were still in the vampires embrace , his arms around your shoulders securing you.
It hasn't even been an minutes ,clapping begins, someone turns of the Hoover and the music. You both turn around slowly pulling out of the embrace to see , the brooding Angel laughing with everyone.
"Bloody hell, perverts much." Annoyance interweaved in Spikes voice, you could share that embarrassment.
Looking at your feet realising how inappropriate you look , your blouse now see through due to the sweat , the cotton clinging to your body, wrapping your arms around yourself, to cover."uh , Angel , I was only cleaning and that because, um I completed my work, uhh there was still blo-""it's fine, as long as you are feeling better, " you had nodded at him before going back to looking at your feet.
Moments go by with silence from you and Spike as the others are talking away , no doubt about you two. You are soon pulled out of your trance when a heavy weight is placed on your shoulders , looking up to see Spike placing his long leather jacket on you , sending you a small smirk before walking out of your office , still shirtless.
"I haven't seen him like that in a long time, he is fond of you." With that Angel left too. " Aw, I'm glad you are settling in y/n/n , I just never thought you would do so ,by dancing to Queen with a vampire." Wesley had patted your back , leaving with Fred who just smiled , followed by Gunn and Lorne.
Thus you grabbed your stuff , to go home , you had danced to the end of the day. Walking out of the office , hoping Harmony didn't see you and kill you for Spike giving you his jacket.
She had already gone thank god , no death today, the next day , you had brought Spikes jacket with you. In search of him in the morning, you had hidden it in your bag , heading to Harmony's desk.
"Uh, have you seen Spike today?" Please don't kill me. She had looked up at you with a polite smile. "He's literally just left Angel's office, something about going to taking a car or something? Why?"
"Oh, I just need to pass a message from Wesley to him, thank you." You had lied , but you hoped that Wesley would go with it, if she asked him. Rushing down to Angel's private car park, in hopes of catching Spike, which you did but he almost hit you with the car.
Your hands placed on the hood, breathing roughly before moving to the drivers side , as he rolled down the window, smirking yet again. The car had had black out windows so you guess that's why he was going out in the day?
"Awe, all out of breathe for me , love?" You had ignored his comment , pulling out his heavy jacket from your bag, passing it to him. "Cheers,love." You had nodded, turning away to head back up. That was it until about 2:45 , again all your work was done, just sitting there doing nothing, but twiddling your thumbs.
So you decided , maybe you should go get some air outside, or go home you weren't sure. Swinging the office door open to see , Spike.
"Ah, oh Hi."
"Going somewhere, love?"
Well that sounded like a threat , but he was not smirking like I'm going to chop your fucking head off.
"I don't know really , I think I'm going home."
"I'll drive you."
"Really?" He didn't seem to be the type to drop you off home to to your mother , not that she was there, but still, he had nodded , and that was it you walked with him. Until Harmony stopped you both, she had frowned slightly before smiling again.
"So you got the message from Wesley then, spike?" You looked at Spike who didn't notice you looking , just stood looking at the blonde girl in confusion,until you pretend to resist your bag accidentally knocking him with bag.
"Yeah,"
"What was it?"
"Mind your own business, wanker." With that he had walked around her with you ,guiding you with his arm around your shoulder.
Once you were both were sat in the car , you had given Spike your address , immediately he had started driving. "So what was that about?"
"Well, uh, Wesley informed me about everyone , said you had something with Harmony, and she's a vampire. So I asked where you were this morning to give back your jacket but didn't want to say that, just in case she tried to eat me." Spike had let out a laugh, "I can see your concern, love , she's a bloody nightmare." You had let out a small laugh of understanding.
"Hey, do you still eat food?."
"Yeah, not a lot , but sometimes I do, why do you ask?"
" y-you've been very nice to me , since I'd been here, and you are driving me home.. uh so I was wondering if you would like to come in and have something. I don't have blood , uh other than my own and uh I lost a lot of that last week. You don't have to , um, I jus-" "I will, love,"
"Oh brilliant, uh I make some nice cookies."
"Great, love. Can't wait."
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