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Crazy Little Game of Love - Chapter 5

Word Count: 14.5 K (i told you it was long!!)

Warnings: smut, angst, adorable-ness

A/N- Hey y’all! I think this is the chapter I’ve been most excited for so far, so I’m having a great time writing it. Just a reminder! when writing is in Italics, it means it’s Y/N’s thoughts. Also, the start of this chapter takes a lot of inspiration from the song Hurricane from Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda, so any lyrics used all rights go to him. The beginning is Y/N’s Alexander during hurricane moment. If you’ve seen Hamilton/know the musical you’ll understand what I mean. Also, the opening may seem like it flows kinda odd, but that’s because it’s kinda supposed to be like a stream of consciousness. -C

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20 Minutes After where we left off:

In the eye of the hurricane there is quiet.

For just a moment.

There are some moments, when a teenage girl needs her mum.

This was one of those moments.

Has my mum been the best? No. Far from it. She made me never want to return home. But your mum is your mum, no way around it. And it’s times like this I just want to say “Help me! I’m conflicted and don’t know how to deal with breaking my own heart and the heart of the guy I love, what do I do?”

As I lay here floating all I can think is that I want to run in the house and grab the phone and call my mum, cry about how much I miss her, and beg for her advice.

I have Jer; I have my new mum.

But I can’t even call her because the main reason for my conflict is because of Spain, if I tell her she’ll tell Freddie.

My Freddie.

My rock. My constant shoulder to cry on, and I can’t even tell him. I’ve never felt so alone.

As a wave pushes me under for just a brief moment, my mind can’t stop racing, insecurities flooding back and forth like the waves that rush the shore.

What if I’m not good enough?

What if I ruin all my friendships?

What if I go to Spain and die?

As you softly cried you thought about what had gotten you here.

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20 Minutes before hand (Where we left off)

“You’re my love, Y/N.”

One.

You inhaled to speak.

“I- I’m sorry Roger, I can’t handle this right now.” You spat out as you hopped off the rock and started toward the beach. Roger grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“For a swim.”

“You’re what?” He said, the fear immediately apparent in his voice.

“I’m going for a swim, Roger. Need to clear my mind.” You said as monotone as possible.

He let out an annoyed laugh at your actions. “I profess my love to you, and you just walk away from me?” He said, raising his voice.

“I can’t even believe you’d put me in that situation. You can’t just demand things from me, Roger! You expect me to know exactly what I want, -or no! Expect me to say exactly what you want to hear!” You yelled, tears flooding out of your eyes.

“I just don’t want to bloody lose you, Y/N!” He yelled back.

You ignored his statement. “I said I was going for a swim.” You said, looking at the ground as you tried to pull your wrist away from his grasp.

“Please, Love, go for a walk, or a drive, or take a bath, or whatever you need. I won’t bother you with whatever you decide to do, just please don’t go for a swim. You know how I am.”

“You can’t hold me back forever, Roger.” You said coldly, a dual meaning present to you both in your statement.

His shock from your words allowed you to pull your wrist free, as you quickly walked into the ocean and dove in, hearing Roger scream your name behind you.

As you came up for air, you heard his screams. “Y/N! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Roger,” you said annoyed. “Let me fucking relax!”

“Fine, I’m sitting right here, then.” He said plopping right on the shore line. “Remember; I’m sitting here because I care about you and worry about your well being! Apparently, it’s not reciprocated.”

You screamed in frustration. “I did not say that, Roger! Do not put words into my mouth. I don’t care what the hell you do; just don’t bother me while I relax!”

“Fine!”

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And so I lay here, regretting my mistakes as I let the ocean consume the weight of my body.

“You still okay?” You heard.

You stuck a thumbs up in the air, the salty water coming in drips off of your arm and plopping on your face and in the water around you.

And then, it came to you. You were staying an extra day for a reason; to enjoy your relationship for an extra day. There was no reason to be having an argument at this moment; you both knew what would happen once you got home, so why not enjoy the last moments you had left together?

You started to swim in with complete intention to stop this argument, but not let him off the hook completely right away. If this relationship was actually going to last longer than the next 24 hours, and there really was a part of you considering it, then Roger needed to learn how to respect you and the decisions you make, plain and simple. As you walked onto the shore, you immediately heard “So, what did y-”

“Don’t talk to me right now, Roger.” You coldly cut him off, grabbing your towel and putting it on top of the flat rock you were laying on earlier. About ten minutes after you laid in the sun, you heard a beach chair being set up snugly to the left of the rock. Through the side of your eye you saw the straggly blonde locks, immediately revealing that it was Roger. You expected to hear him say something…

but it was silent.

For a good twenty minutes the only sound was the seagulls and the rushing of the waves on the shore. And then, you heard a quiet voice, one similar to a hurt child after being put in a time out,

“I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“I shouldn’t have talked to you that way; shouldn’t have pressured you. You gotta understand, this is hard on me too, Love.” He laughed. “I mean, the girl I’ve been trying to get with for almost a year has sex with me five times in a night and then expects me to believe we’ll be nothing more than friends within a matter of days, and that we’ll be mere acquaintances that are countries apart within months? I’m genuinely sorry; I didn’t mean anything I said.”

Silence.

You could hear the sadness in his voice. You opened your eyes to see one of his hands resting on the rock while the other held the book he was reading. You reached for his hand as you sat up, earning a gasp from him as a smile explodes on his face as he turned to look at you. There were tears welled in the bottom of his eyes, which made you feel even worse for all the stress you had just put him through.

“Rog,” You smiled. “We could never go back to being acquaintances after this. Romantic or not, we have something special.”

You saw one tear slide down his cheek.

“Yeah.” He sadly chuckled.

“I made a decision,”

“Okay,” he said, lump settling in his throat as he swallowed.

“And that is to not make a decision.”

“What?”

“... yet.” You hesitantly said, patting the rock next to you, telling him to climb on. “While I was floating out there I realized that the reason we extended this trip was so we could spend more time together before having to make a decision. I love you, Roger, and if these are our last days being able to express it-”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it could be. So if they are, I don’t want to go through them making a decision. And besides, the longer we spend as a couple will have an effect on the decision I make. Yes, it also makes it harder, but nothing in life is easy, is it?” You said, pressing your forehead to his. You were both softly crying, your shoulders simultaneously moving up and down at the apparent ruined dream of your relationship.

“Can I just ask you a question?” Roger softly said as his eyes flicked around the scene before you and then settled on yours. You nodded your head as he grabbed your hand. “Is this just a fling to you, and that’s why you’re saying we can’t continue a relationship? Because just for my own purposes, since I’ve admitted my feelings for you I need to know if you actually feel the same way.”

You thought this was a moment where actions would speak louder than words, so to prove to him his feelings were reciprocated, you pressed your lips to his, and felt him smile against it, putting his hand up to your cheek as he deepened the kiss a little more. After some time, you pulled away and said, “Of course I feel the same way Rog, my life is just going to be completely turned upside down in a couple months-”

“It’s really almost a year, Y/N.”

“What?”

“I realized it last night when it was like our second time? Maybe it was the third? I don’t know. Anyways, when I flipped you so you were laying on the bed you said ‘I wish I could leave in August of ‘73 instead of ‘72 so we could do this every night.’ Remember that?” You shook your head no.

“I think I was in so much ecstasy, Rog, that I forgot most of our conversations after the bath.” You giggled.

“Then that just means I’m as good in bed as I thought I was.” He smirked, leaving you shaking your head as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “But yeah, I thought you were going next semester, but no, you leave in August. That’s ten months away, Love. This is the last I’ll speak of it until I physically drop you off at your dorm, but don’t deny yourself something you so badly want out of fear. Just something to think about.” You nodded your head. “It’s just about 4:00, do you want to go up and get ready for dinner? I was hoping we could go to that really ritzy restaurant, then maybe to the club after?”

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him as he hopped off the rock and scooped you up in his arms which gave you that feeling again.

Bliss.

Do I actually want to let this go?

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You put on your black Peter Pan collared dress, thinking that it’d be dressy enough, and started on your makeup. Just out of curiosity, you yelled through your door to Roger’s room.

“Rog! What are you wearing?”

“A suit.” He yelled back.

“A suit?!”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Is it that dressy of a restaurant?”

“Yeah, Love. Five course meal, reservation only, live string quartet, chandeliers. You know, all that kind of stuff.”

“Okay.” You nervously laughed.

You looked down at your dress. It certainly wasn’t dressy enough. You thought about what you had packed and panicked. You knew you hadn’t packed anything that dressy, but pulled your suitcase apart hoping you’d find something. With the contents of your bag on your bed, and no luck in finding a suitable dress to wear, tears welled in your eyes as you noticed something bulging out of the large, zippered pocket on the inside of the door to your small suitcase. You wiped away a tear as you unzipped the pocket to find a grocery bag tied shut with a large piece of clothing in it, and silver sparkly heels in the pocket under the bag. There was a note taped to the bag that read:

Hello Darling! If you’re reading this it means my plan worked! Roger told me about the fancy restaurant he was planning on taking you to, and I knew you wouldn’t have packed accordingly, so I stole some of my mum’s heels (did you know you two were the same shoe size?!) and bought you this dress. Don’t worry, I bought it in your size. :) I know it’s not your style, but let’s face it. You wouldn’t have chosen the right style dress for this type of venue even if you knew about it, sorry to make you face the truth, Darling. Hopefully you’ll get to wear this though! And if you ended up not going there, don’t worry, you can wear it to our school’s gala in a couple months! Hope you’re having the time of your life!! Xoxo, Freddie Bulsara but really Farrokh soon to be Mercury. (P.S. remember when I introduced myself like that?)

A huge smile spread across your face.

My guardian angel. I’ll never know what I did to deserve him.

You stepped into your new dress, a gorgeous, floor length, flowy, satin red dress. It had no beading, but an extremely high slit, and it’s thin straps crossed in the back. It was completely elegant, and actually fit you right! You’d have to remember to thank Freddie profusely when you got back home. You put on your dangly silver earrings as you finished your makeup, opting to go with a more glammed up look than you originally had planned, put on a red toned nude lipstick, and kept your hair down as you curled it into soft waves that rolled down your back.

As you sprayed on your perfume you heard a knock at the door. “It’s been twenty five minutes Love, you almost ready?”

“Yup!” You replied. “You can come in, I’m just putting on the necklace you gave me.” You said as you leaned to look in the mirror of the vanity in your room to put on your necklace.

(Start playing You Take My Breath Away by Queen from the piano entrance)

Roger’s breath was completely taken away when he first saw you, a huge smile on his face. He quietly walked over to you, standing behind you as he took the necklace from your hands. “Here, let me.” He smiled, as you pulled your hair over your shoulder. After he put the necklace on, he wrapped his arms around you looking at your two reflections in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He softly said in your ear.

Bliss.

“You ready Rog?”

He nodded, grabbing your hand as you walked out the door.

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As you and Roger walked into the restaurant (a huge building that looked like a large Victorian mansion) with your arm hooked around his, your breath was taken away. There were three floors of seating for guests, all which were open in the center to overlook the ballroom in the center of the first floor. Each table seemed to be spread out enough that each dining party would have an extreme amount of privacy, and they were decorated with beautiful bouquets of roses and candles. On the high ceiling above the ballroom floor, there was a huge chandelier, and there were small ones all around the restaurant. There was a string quartet playing at the front of the dance floor as couples waltzed around it. On each end of the ballroom from the second floor balcony, the area in which you in Roger were standing and what you saw from walking through the entrance, there were huge, picturesque staircases that looked as if they were out of a fairy tale. You’d never seen such a beautiful place in your life.

“Rog,” You whispered in his ear, “How do you have the money for this place?” You nervously said.

“Don’t worry about it, a guest and I eat here for free. I’ll explain later.” He smiled, tapping your nose.

“But how-“ You were cut off as a host appeared in front of you, napkin draped over his arm, hand outstretched to help you down the four stairs to leave the entry way as another worker took Roger’s overcoat, just leaving him in his suit coat. As Roger came down the steps to join you again, immediately hooking his arm with yours, the host said,

“Good evening, Mr. Taylor. Would you like your usual table?”

“That’d be perfect.” Roger smiled.

“Right this way.” The man smiled. You were completely in awe. Not only did this already seem like the last place you’d ever find Roger, but now he had his own table? You were shocked to say the least.

You were led to a table on the left side of the second floor right next to the railing with a perfect view of the string quartet. It was set back around the curve of the balcony, so it was completely isolated, and right next to the opening of the castle-esque stairs. It was perfect. Roger pulled your chair out for you as you sat down, and once your menus were placed in front of you and you two were left alone, you snapped your head up at him, eyes immediately telling him you needed an explanation. You caught him laughing at your curiosity.

“My great grandfather was the founder of this restaurant. As a result, all the Taylor’s get to eat here for free for all of eternity, plus one guest per Taylor. No joke; he literally wrote it in the expectations/rules for this restaurant when it was passed to the next owner.”

You nodded your head. The scene in front of you was so romantic, it was hard to believe it wasn’t all a dream.

“Do you want to dance? They always leave twenty minutes before they come to ask which item of the night you’d be choosing for your entré to give everyone time to dance a little. When we come back there will be a bottle of wine, a salad, and tonight’s appetizer. Since it’s a 5 course meal, there isn’t much picking from the menu. Very fancy. But yeah, we’ve got time to dance. Although I must warn you, there’s no disco.” He laughed.

“Of course I want to dance, Rog.” He got up and outstretched his hand to you as he escorted you to the stairs. You noticed a couple people staring, and assumed it was because Roger’s family was the royalty of the restaurant. Once you got to the dance floor, Roger brought you to the center, and a new waltz started. Your right hand joined with Roger’s left as your other hand went on his shoulder and his other on your hip.

The side with the slit, you noticed.

You noticed more people staring. A couple of the other pairs who were previously on the dance floor paused to watch the two of you dance. You noticed some of the women whispering things in their husbands ears as their gazes focused on the two of you, their hands attempting to subtly point at you and Roger waltzing in the middle of the ballroom floor.

“They’re all looking at you.” You blushed.

“No, believe me. They’re all looking at you.” He smiled back. “I’ve gotta warn you love. I’m not a great dancer even though my parents always tried to teach me to ballroom dance when we’d come here when I was young.”

“You’re doing just fine Rog, to be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing either.” You laughed as you pointed your leg on the side the slit of your dress was on. The slit went all the way to the top of your hip, and Roger definitely noticed. His hand on your hip slipped a little lower.

“No underwear?” He smirked.

“Nope.”

“God, I love you even more each day.” He said, kissing your forehead and shaking his head in disbelief of the amazing girl he held in his arms.

“Well you would have seen them if I wore them!” You playfully opposed.

“Hey, I didn’t say to wear them, Baby. There’s never going to be a situation where I encourage you to wear underwear.” He said, making you laugh as you threw back your head in disbelief of how candid he was. You then put your focus at the waltz in front of you, gazing into Roger’s ocean blue eyes as he stared back at you with an eternal love in his eyes. Just the way he was looking at you made you feel more beautiful than you ever had in your entire life. In that moment, you felt so lucky to be Roger Taylor’s girlfriend, and would have done anything to keep it that way.

Your dinner was absolutely wonderful, and quite honestly the best food you’d ever eaten. Dessert was filled with laughter and admiration as Roger fed you chocolate covered strawberries, which they usually don’t have at the restaurant, but Roger had called ahead of time to have some specially made after checking your favorite dessert with Freddie. It truly made the night your ideal fantasy of the perfect date.

Roger consistently fed you strawberries from the large plate of forty in the middle of the two of you. The strawberries were made from every kind of chocolate imaginable, from plain milk chocolate to dark chocolate with sea salt and caramel drizzle. You’d never had something so good in your life. He occasionally took one for himself, or would eat one if you held it out to him, but was completely content with resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with admiration.

“Why chocolate covered strawberries?” He asked as you licked the tip of the strawberry he held in front of your mouth before taking a large bite of it. In the candlelight, your large eyes sparkled with a light of false innocence. You knew exactly what you were doing with your movements, pleased that you could make him flustered with just a lick of a strawberry and the batting of your eyes.

“What do you mean?” You said, broken from your trance.

“Why are they your favorite?”

“How did yo-”

“Freddie.” He smiled.

“Wow, Mr. Roger Taylor. I must say I’m impressed. You’ve really done everything to surprise me, make me happy, take me on lavish dates,” you said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “Every girl dreams of a man like you. This has easily been the most romantic night of my life.”

“Your boyfriend loves you.” He gushed, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You leaned across the table to press a kiss to his lips. “But really, why chocolate covered strawberries? I’m curious.”

“Oh I don’t know, really, I don’t. Strawberries and chocolate alone are alright, but together it’s just like they were made for each other,”

Pause.

“like us.”

He was so happy by what you said, he couldn’t even speak. It was in this moment he knew you’d choose him once you got home. The connection between the two of you was too strong.

“One more dance, Love?”

You nodded. “Wait, can we take the rest of the strawberries home?”

He laughed. “You’re adorable.”

He walked over to you, reaching a hand out as he spun you, your dress slightly flying up and cascading around you. With a kiss on your cheek, he walked over to a server, asking for the remaining strawberries to be wrapped up, and coming back to you, leading you to the ballroom floor for the last time that night.

After sharing one more dance, the two of you walked arm in arm to Roger’s car, giddy like school children as you pressed yourself closely into his body. You stopped, looking up into the sky at the crystal clear night above you, the stars glistening brighter than you ever remembered seeing before due to your close proximity to the ocean. You turned to face Roger arms wrapping around his neck as his laid on your waist.

“Look how beautiful they are.” You said smiling, head angled toward the sky. “This all just seems too good to be real. I mean, I know it is, but like I said before, this doesn’t happen every day. This is the kind of date girls dream of.” You said, pressing your nose to his.

“Well I’m only dreaming of one girl.” He said just loud enough for the two of you to hear as he caressed your cheek in his hand, slowly locking your lips together. Your eyes fluttered shut, as the kiss deepened, your lips moving perfectly in sync. The kiss remained slow, yet passionate. There was no lust behind the kiss to drive it to push faster speeds. The kiss was purely love.

By the time you got back to the house it was about 9:30, and Roger scooped you up and carried you in his arms with plans to carry you all the way to your bedroom. “Roger!” You laughed with your arms around his neck. “You can put me down to unlock the front door.”

“No I can’t,” he smiled.

“And why would that be?” You said as he finally got the door open and walked inside.

“Have you seen yourself tonight?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a bloody princess, Y/N. You were honestly the most beautiful girl there. You see how jealous the other women were? Much dressier than anyone else was. Can’t let my princesses feet touch the ground.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours as his words of affection made you giggle.

Once you arrived at your room, he sat in the middle of your bed still cradling you in his lap, your large dress fanned out over your bed with your leg out of the slit. With one arm under your head, Roger lovingly looked down at you, his other hand lovingly stroking the side of your face and fanning your hair out around your head. You closed your eyes, completely relaxed by his gentle touches. A couple minutes later, you sighed as you turned your head into his lap a little more.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Love.” Roger laughed.

“I’m not, I’m not. Just relaxed.” You smiled, opening your eyes to return the love he gazed at you with. You turned your head to place a kiss to the inside of his palm, and you noticed him blush as you did so.

“You don’t wear red often,” he said.

You laughed at his awkward statement. “Yeah, I guess I don’t?”

“You should. Very sexy color on you, my Love.”

You laughed at his once again very candid statement, reaching one hand up to caress his cheek. “Alright, Rog. I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Say, where’d you get this dress from anyway? To be honest, and don’t get me wrong, I love the dress on you almost as much as I loved your sheer jumpsuit, but it doesn’t seem quite your style.”

“Well, my angel Freddie struck once again. You see, you forgot to tell me how dressy the restaurant was, and -”

“Sorry about that, by the way.”

“No don’t be! I’m honestly happy with the way the situation played out, since I never would have chosen this dress on my own. Anyways, I was planning on wearing a casual dress, but once you told me you were wearing a suit I started panicking and threw everything out of my bag looking for something suitable to wear, and noticed the inside pocket of my bag was bulging. I didn’t remember putting anything in it, so I opened it out of curiosity finding a note from Freddie saying he knew I didn’t know how fancy the restaurant was, and even if I did, he knew I wouldn’t have packed something dressy enough, so he bought me this dress and borrowed mum’s shoes, secretly packing them for me in hopes I’d find them. I’ll have to thank him when I get back.”

“Wow. Well, make sure you thank him for me too.”

After both laughing at his joke for a small bit, there was a patch of silence.

“I really do love you, Rog.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled. Some part of him told him you’d choose to stay in the relationship. He wasn’t sure why, but something just seemed like you would. “I’m not ready to call it a night, are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve still gotta go to the club, you know, go disco? I promised you we would!”

“Wait, really?!” You said, getting a newfound adrenaline rush from your excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck, sitting up and turning your whole body to look at him.

“Really.”

“Then we’ve gotta get changed!” You said, springing up and digging through your bag. Roger laughed at your antics as you frolicked around the room. “What are you waiting for?! Go get changed, Roger!”

“Okay, okay!” He said, raising his arms up in defense.

As soon as he was in his room, you quickly slipped out of your dress, and put on your new rose gold pantsuit. It was completely sequined, and had a halter top style neckline that plunged just above your belly button. You decided to stay not wearing a bra, and put on your white pumps. Looking in the mirror, you applied a hot pink lipstick and fluffed out your hair, threw your newly gifted fur coat over your shoulder and stepped out into the hall.

“What color are you wearing?” You heard Roger yell toward the bathroom that united your bedrooms as he assumed you were still getting ready.

Deciding to be a little devious, you opened his bedroom door and stepped in. “Rose gold.” You smirked.

His head snapped up instantly. He was in his white suit pants, matching coat on the bed as he stood at the closet shirtless. “Wow, so different to the girl I was with three minutes ago.” He chuckled. “You must be excited, that was a very fast outfit change, Love.”

You nodded as you walked up to him, pressing your body flush against his as you pressed your hands to his chest, cherishing how beautiful he was. “Different how?” You teased.

“Curvier, sparklier, sexier. Much more cleavage. I could keep going.” he smirked.

“Cleavage, huh?” You said, resting your hand on top of his as he leaned against the trim of the closet.

“Mmmm, cleavage. You know I’m much more of a tits guy the ass, though I do have to say your ass looks amazing, maybe even just as good.” He winked.

“Well tell me, do they feel better?” You said, pulling his hand away from the wall and slyly under the jumpsuit to your left breast. He let out a breath of satisfaction, immediately starting to massage it as he easily pulled it out of your revealing top.

“Ah, gotta be careful dancing tonight, Love, seems like you could easily slip out of your top.” He smirked.

“And would you even care?”

“Not as long as other people didn’t watch. Want ‘ya all to myself.” He smiled, bending to attach his lips to your nipple as he roughly applied both of his hands to your ass, immediately kneading both sides in his hands.

You let out a moan of satisfaction, arms draped around his neck. As he switched to the opposite breast you noticed a light pink dress shirt in his closet that you started to put on him as he continued his work.

“You know, usually people undress their boyfriends in situations like this, not put on clothes.”

“I’m trying to get to disco!” You jokingly protested as you put the shirt on him, Roger aggravated as he couldn’t continue his suckling while you did so.

Once you finished with his shirt he said, “By the way, your tits are hanging out.” He joked, stopping your hand as you reached up to conceal yourself. “I wanna do it.” He playfully whined as you threw your hands up in resignation. He continued massaging both of your breasts as he put them each underneath their sequined layer of fabric. He put on his coat and shoes, also grabbing his fur coat matching to yours and draped it over his arm as he grabbed your hand to go to the club as the two of you walked out of the house toward the car.

“And by the way, my little experiment back in the bedroom once again proved your breasts feel much better than your ass.” He joked, squeezing your breast as he opened the door for you.

Each of his actions did things to you.

Things you didn’t know if you could ignore once returning to a friendship back in London.

On the car ride to the club, Roger constantly kept his hand on your inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing, every once in a while, rubbing your core to which you’d let out a breath of air and a smile from the pleasure his motions brought you.

“You know,” you started, “ I don’t even know how you’re driving right now. I’m not even trying to focus on anything and yet I can’t focus on anything except your touches.”

“Sorry Love, can’t fucking help it when you dress like that, tease me all day. Show me how amazing only you have ever made me feel five times in a night?” He grunted.

“Have I really affected you that much today?”

“So are you saying we can pull over?” He said, hoping you’d relieve him of the throbbing inside his pants. You did it much better than anyone else ever had the night before.

“No! It’s already 10:00, Rog, I wanna get there before everyone else leaves.” He let out a puff of air in annoyance. “You know, you’re much more sexual after sundown.” He laughed at your accusation.

“Touché.”

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When you arrived at the club, the music was loud and you could hear all the people inside, evident by the amount of cars parked out front. You walked inside hand in hand in your fur coats, paying the bouncer to put them in the coat check as you absorbed the night life in front of you, quickly pulling Roger to the dance floor before he could even get a drink. As you arrived, Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry started, and the crowd went wild. You started dancing just facing him, hands held together as the two of you jumped back and forth with the fast beat, and just before the chorus at the lyric “Somebody turned around,” you turned yourself around, ducking under one of his arms so they were tightly wrapped around you as they pushed you into him. In doing so you immediately slowed the rhythm down, only grinding your hips back into him at the start of each measure throughout the entire chorus. You felt his arms squeeze you tighter into him as he bucked his hips with the slower rhythm to the song, matching your movements. You heard him softly and lowly moaning into your ear, only audible to you because of the volume of the club. As the chorus ended with the line that starts “Lay down and boogie” you slid out of his arms, forcing him to watch you as you swayed your hips side to side as you slowly dropped with the music, your hands gliding up your sides as you purposely pursed the fabric so he could see clearly down your jumpsuit, hearing him let out a quiet grunt as you hit the word “die” with the end of your drop to the floor, hands now joined as you bent at your waist as you stood, upper body slowly coming up as your hands traced along your legs giving him a clear view of your toned, dancers body, bending suggestively in front of him, clear to him what you were implying. Once you were fully stood up, he grabbed your arm, whipping you around to face him as he pulled you off the dance floor, and toward the back of the club, entering a bathroom and quickly locking the door behind him. Once the closed door muffled the sound of the partying crowd you said,

“What was that for?”

“God,” He rushed out, “With you dancing like that I couldn’t make it through one fucking song. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re killing me. Making me incredibly hard only in the way you do, and let me remind you in public, Y/N. I can’t handle it anymore, my hearts fucking racing, I feel like I’m going to explode. I need you right fucking now, Y/N.”

“Aww, Roggie,” you teased. “I thought you’d never ask.” You finished as he pulled you flush to his body.

“Stop fucking teasing me, which you have been for the last hour, and please just let me fuck you.” He growled, his voice animalistic.

“By all means, go right ahead.” You smirked.

You let him unzip the back of your jumpsuit, shrugging it off your shoulders as it immediately dropped to the floor leaving you in a lacy, black, thong.

“Too perfect.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your lips and picked you up to sit you on the edge of the sink counter top. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving you a mess as you ran your fingers through his hair, thankful for the loud music that would drown out your sounds of ecstasy to passerby’s. Roger pressed a finger to your clit, massaging as you became a mess beneath his touches. “I’m sorry I’m moving so fast, Baby,” he said, breathless, “I’m just gonna stretch you out a little before, you know. I wouldn’t last if we had a lot of foreplay right now. You have no idea what you do to me.” He shyly admitted.

“That’s fine,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you pressed a kiss to his lips, completely enamored with the man in front of you who turned every small pain in your body to bliss, and your darkest thoughts to dreams of sunshine.

He kept his lips attached to yours, massaging one breast in one hand as he pushed your panties to the side, rubbing a finger up and down your core before fastly inserting two. Your breath hitched from the unexpected action, a moan of pain and pleasure paralyzing you as you leaned back into the wall behind you. Your breathing quickened, rubbing Roger’s back as you squeezed your eyes shut. He started scissoring with his already fast speed, not only trying to get you to the same level of arousal he was at, but also trying to prepare you for his member. He never remembered being so hard in his life.

“I’ve gotta add another.” He breathlessly muttered, you nodding against his lips. As he inserted his other finger, you tilted your head back, in that moment oblivious to every other thing in the world except for you and Roger. In your ears, the music became silent, and you didn’t even notice a knock on the door. In that moment you and Roger were the only two people that mattered.

“You ready?” he asked, as you nodded feverishly. He pulled down his pants, his aching member suffering to spring lose. He looked at the space around you, unsure of how you two would manage this. You read his eyes, hopping from the counter and bending yourself over it. “You sure this is how you wanna do this, Love?”

“Please,” You begged, watching in the mirror as he grabbed your hips, inserting himself deep into your core.

You had never let out a louder moan in your life. It was honestly more of a scream of immense pleasure from how deep he was inside you, how much larger he was than the night before, how fast he was pounding into you, and the fact that you could watch it all happen in the mirror in front of you. It was obvious you both weren’t going to last long. You hadn’t tried this position the night before, and were feeling things you hadn’t even known you could feel. The look on Roger’s face said the same thing, and you couldn’t help but agree with what he’d said on the beach earlier.

Made for each other.

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After your sweaty bodies became one and you fixed your hair and makeup so it wasn’t completely apparent what just went on in the bathroom, you and Roger exited as you picked at your fingernails and joined the crowd of other young people on the dance floor. All your favorites like ABBA and Chic came on, making the night perfect. It was apparent how much better of a dancer you were than Roger, and how comfortable you were with the disco style. Roger loved watching you dance; it reminded him of the first time he saw you.

“Say, Baby, make sure you learn how to do some Latin dancing while you’re in Spain.” He joked.

“Why?” You said as you danced to Shake Your Groove Thing with him.

“You’re an amazing dancer. Definitely have the hips and rhythm for it. Salsa, Cha Cha, Rumba, I don’t care. Whatever you can learn, learn it.” He said his instructions with such conviction it made you laugh. Just then a voice came over the speakers.

“Alright folks, grab your partners, because we’re slowing things down all the way back to the ‘50’s. This slow dance is for all you couples out there.”

The song Put Your Head on My Shoulder came on as you draped your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder as his arms pulled you close to his body. He softly sang the words to you as you swayed back and forth.

“Put your head on my shoulder

Whisper in my ear, baby

Words I want to hear

Tell me, tell me that you love me too”

As the song ended you pulled your head up to look at him.

“I think that’s our song, Love.” He smiled, pressing his nose to yours.

Emotional at the situation before you, you could only nod your head as you pressed your lips to his.

Once you arrived home that night, you were both extremely exhausted from the full day you had, and retired to bed in Roger’s room almost immediately. You wore one of his shirts to bed as you climbed into his arms under the covers laying on your side as he spooned you, nuzzling his face in your neck every once in a while.

“So tomorrow.” He said awkwardly in the pitch black.

“Yeah.”

“Do you…” he was hesitant to ask his question.

“No, I don’t know yet. I’m just so thankful for this time we had together and for the fact that you’re in my life now. I’m so happy for where we are right now, and please don’t ever forget how much I love you, Roger Taylor. I know this has only been a short, fleeting moment of a relationship without knowing it’s outcome, but remember love you with all my heart”

“I love you more, Baby. So much more. And don’t try to prove you love me more, because you’ll never able to. I’ll always love you more, and that’s the way it should be.” He said, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as the two of you drifted off to sleep with plans to leave around four the next day.

You awoke to the smell of bacon, cold from Roger’s absence. You got up, walking down the hallway to find him cooking for you in the kitchen once again. He was so focused, he didn’t hear you come behind him and jumped when you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shirtless back.

“Hi, Baby.” He smiled.

“Hi.” You managed to get out, as your eyes filled with tears.

“What’s wrong?” He said, flipping around to see you looking up, trying to get rid of your tears.

Your lips pressed into a tight line. A couple tears slipped down your cheeks. “It’s just- today,-“ You were unable to form words. You moved your hands as you spoke to try to get your point across.

“I know, I don’t want it to end either.” He said, trying not to cry, as he came to you and engulfed you in a huge hug, you pressing your face into his chest. “Do you, well, do you know?”

“No” you whispered through your sobs, shaking your head. He stroked your hair for comfort.

“Shh, Love, please don’t cry.” He said, rocking back and forth. He then picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter, walking in between your legs, picking your chin up to look at him. He wiped some of your tears away. “Whatever you decide will be the right decision. I promise you whatever you do, I'm okay with. I might want something else, but in the end I’ll know you were probably right.” He joked, making you laugh through your tears. “We still got all day. We don’t have to leave until later, so I wanna relax before we leave so I’m not too tired driving home, but we have pretty much all day, Y/N. And it’s not like this is the last time you’ll see me. Even if we… well, you know. You’ll still see me all the time.” He had to be strong for you.

“I know.”

“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you so sad.”

“It’s not your fault, I brought all this on myself. Maybe if I wasn’t so skeptical of everything-“

“Hey, you’re just being logical and I’m so proud of you for that. Let’s not talk about it until we get back.”

“Until you drop me off.”

“Okay, until I drop you off. Whatever happens, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pressed his lips to yours, still wiping away your tears. You couldn’t help but cry at the situation. You knew what you’d have to do, but just couldn’t deal with it yet.

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Tuesday, the day after they got home.

You and Roger arrived home late from the beach the night before, so you just stayed overnight with him in his room at his and Brian’s shared apartment. Besides, it’d be weird not having him with you once you returned back to the dorm. Roger got up after kissing your nose and making you smile to start breakfast (the now usual routine for you two) and you heard a bang in the kitchen. “Fuck!” “Rog? What’s wrong, Love?” “I bloody missed rehearsal yesterday; didn’t even think of it. I just saw it on mine and Bri’s calendar. There’s a rehearsal now, started a half hour ago. Brian must’ve left already. They’re gonna fucking kill me.” He said, running past you to get changed in his room. “You’re coming with me, c’mon, Love get changed.” “Roger, I don't have any of my normal clothes with me. I- I can’t go out like th-” “Go out like what?” He came up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Looking absolutely gorgeous? It’s just the boys. You’ll be fine.” “Okay,” you tentatively said, and began looking through your suitcase.

“Maybe you could wear that sheer pantsuit you wore a couple days ago?” Roger smirked. “Oh, fuck off.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you rushed into the rehearsal hand in hand in your matching coats. It was much colder back in London. You opted to wear your collared Peter Pan dress. “Well there’s our drummer.” Brian huffed. “Brian, I’m sorry, really.” “No call? No attempt to change the schedule?” “I’m sorry, we were busy. I forgot.” “You forgot? You forgot about your band and you both forgot about your roommates and your best friends?” Brian pressed. “Alright, now that he’s here can we just fucking play?” John asked , throwing his hands in the air. He kept staring at you. At your necklace. Freddie pulled you to the side. “So? You two didn't come back the same as when you left. Something happened, didn’t it? Something good.” “Something more than good,” you whispered back. “But yeah. Something happened alright.” “You’ll tell me?” he said, hopeful, just like a little kid. “Later” You winked, and went to sit and watch the band play.

“Oh, and I like your necklace.” Freddie smiled. After they finished practicing, Freddie, Brian, and Roger were over by the piano discussing songwriting, and John came up to you, yet turning his face away from you. You saw his shoulders shake. “Deaky, what's wrong?” you said springing up to him. “Lovely,” he whispered, shaking his head as tears fell from his eyes. “Y/n,” he closed his eyes shut quickly as he thought about the pain surrounding what he was about to say. He motioned to the blonde in the corner as he quietly sobbed, “D-do you love him? Are you in love with him?”

You didn’t know what to say.

Of course you loved Roger. Said it multiple times over the last four days. But could John really handle to hear that right now? You looked over to Roger as he laughed with his friends and patted Brian on the back. You hadn’t made a decision yet. You and Roger hadn’t talked; he hadn’t dropped you off at home yet.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t know if you’re in love with someone? Unbelievable.” He said, shaking his head.

Suddenly both of your attentions were drawn to the conversation at the piano.

“Yes Roger! Absolutely brilliant idea! Pulls the whole song together. I missed you terribly yesterday.” Freddie said, pulling Roger in for a hug. Then he loudly gasped.

He noticed Roger’s necklace.

Remembered yours as he looked between the two of you.

You and Roger saw the realization come across his face, the smile on Roger’s fading. Then Freddie pulled Roger closer again, smelling his neck, his shirt, then when he smelled his hair, an even bigger light bulb went off.

An even louder gasp.

“You had sex!” Freddie exclaimed.

“Freddie,” Roger said lowly, warning him to stop talking. Freddie ignored him and ran over to you, looking at your fingernails, picked down to the cuticle he noticed. You always did that after being with someone. It was a nervous tick, per-say. He smelled your hair too.

“So did you!” He exclaimed. Brian looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief that he hadn’t put two and two together if his suspicions were right.

He prayed they weren’t.

Roger came to stand between you and Freddie, an act of protection.

Then an even louder gasp came out as it hit him.

“Oh my god, you two had sex?!”

Your look down seemed to confirm it.

“I can’t believe you.” Your voice tremored as you looked up at Freddie. “When are you going to learn to just mind your own business?”

Freddie realized what he just did, saw the hurt in your eyes. You and Roger weren’t actually together yet.

“I’m sorry, I can’t handle this right now.” John said, head down as he wiped away another tear and stormed out of the building.

“John, wait!” You screamed after him, running to the door and flinging it open. “It’s not like that!” You screamed, but he was nowhere in sight.

“It’s not like that, huh?” You heard Roger say behind you. You turned to see him with a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes red.

“Rog, I didn’t mean it like that I just-“

Brian walked up to the two of you, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you, Roger. You knew how I felt and yet you- And you know how I felt about the trip, and what I asked you. What I asked you not to do?” he shook his head again, his lips pursing. “Wow, I’ve got some best friend.”

“I’m gonna go sit in the car.” You said.

“Y/N wait!” Roger screamed after you.

You still hadn’t made a decision.

“Brian, please let me explain, but just not here, not now. John ran off, now Y/N’s all upset. Should probably go make sure she’s okay.” Roger said, the look of betrayal still prevalent on Brian’s face.

“Just let her be Rog,” Freddie started. “She’ll be fine. She’s just going through an identity crisis.”

“You,” Roger started, waving his finger at Freddie. “How dare you just expose her like that in front of everyone? She’s supposed to be your best friend. How could you do that to her?”

“Well I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Freddie admitted.

“That’s exactly right, mate. You weren’t thinking. Now look what you’ve done. And she’s going through a hell of a lot more than an identity crisis.”

“It all goes back to the fact she’s ashamed she left her family. Doesn’t know who she is anymore.”

“No, that’s not it. You don’t know.”

“Well of course I know, she’s my best friend, and-” Roger cut him off to make his point clearer.

“Freddie. You. Don’t. Know.” Freddie stood there awestruck. “I- I gotta go get her. Make sure she’s okay. I’m sorry Brian, I truly am. I promise it’ll all be okay later.” He said before grabbing both of your coats and quickly walking out to the car where he found you hugging your knees in the front seat as you cried.

“Cold?” He asked, opening the door as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Yeah,” You whined, standing up and burying your face into his chest as you softly wept and he put your fur coat on you. “Can I go home now?”

He let out a big breath of air. “ ‘Course. You know what your decision is going to be?”

You nodded your head as you cried.

“Alright then. Still need to stop by my apartment to get all your things.”

With that, you got into the car, holding hands the whole way.

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As Brian drove Freddie home, he asked him, “How did you know, Fred?”

“Huh?” He said, snapping back to reality from his world of ogres and fairies.

“How’d you know… her and Roger I mean.”

“Oh, well-um” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “There were a couple things that went into it. First of all, I realized a couple years ago that you can pick up a different smell on people you are around all the time a day or so after the have sex. It’s kind of musky, and you only smell it in their hair. They also had matching necklaces and matching coats, and Roger was acting extremely protective toward her. It’s obvious he’s in love with her but she doesn’t know how she feels.” That gave Brian hope. “And lastly, the thing that really gave it away was Y/N’s fingernails.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Brian said, completely confused.

“Y/N has this weird thing that right after she has sex with someone she picks her fingernails down to the cuticle to the point they almost bleed. Sounds quite painful if you ask me, Darling. I never understood it; must be some type of nervous tick. But it’s always a dead giveaway if she hooked up with someone or not.”

“Oh. So it’s definite then.”

“Well, yeah. I mean she definitely had sex on their trip, Roger probably did, and since they were together the whole time, extended it without telling a single soul, and come back with matching coats and necklaces I’d say it just makes the most sense.”

“Right.” Brian said defeated. “So now three of us are in love with her in some kind of way?”

“You’re in love with her?”

“I guess so. I’m so crazy about her, Fred. I don’t know if I can say “in love” since we’re not together yet, but I really thought there was hope for us after the pumpkin patch. But then Rog expressed he liked her too, and I was too scared to tell him I wanted her, so instead I just said I kinda liked her too and until she decided between us, not to do anything sexual on the trip. Guy code, you know? And I guess I was naive in thinking she didn’t think of Deaky that way, but then with the way she reacted when he ran out, I think she might like him too. I’ve got no shot. Please don’t tell her how I feel, though. Don’t tell Rog either. I gotta find a way to calm my emotions and deal with him tonight.”

“In all honesty Brian, I really don’t think she’s with Roger. She said she needed time, seemed she had reservations. There’s still hope. I’m rooting for you, Brian. I know you won’t hurt my girl.”

“Thanks, Fred. Let’s hope.” The pair smiled at each other. “Wait, you call her “your girl”,-“

“Oh no, I promise we’re not like that.”

“I know. Just listen. You call her “your girl” yet you call her out like that and make her feel like shit today? I know I called her and Roger out for being bloody awful best friends, but how does exposing her intimacy in front of everyone make you any better?”

Freddie sighed. “I wasn’t thinking. I truly wasn’t. I feel awful, I hope I didn’t lose her forever. It’s just, at home, we joke about that kind of stuff. Bluntly call each other out. We’re really brutally honest with each other at all times, or so I thought we were until Rog said there’s something I don’t know, and now I’m all insecure and hoping I didn’t lose her. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” Tears came to his eyes.

“Hey, Fred. You won’t lose her. She talks so great of you. You’re the only person she really relies on in her entire life, she told me so herself. Tell her exactly what you just said. It’ll all be fine. And whatever is bothering her, she’ll tell you. You just gotta talk to her.” He said, pulling in front of the dorm.

“I know you’re nervous to express your feelings, darling, but you need to talk to her too.” Freddie said, hugging Brian and opening the door to the car. “Thanks for the ride,” he said getting out of the car. “ and good luck with Rog tonight. Call me later or tomorrow and let me know how it all plays out.” Freddie winked as his friend threw him a soft smile and he went inside.

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Your last moments spent with Roger before definitively having to make a decision were mostly left in silence. When you arrived at the apartment, you went inside and put all your things in your bag, since it’s contents were mostly strewn across Roger’s room from trying to find something to wear that morning. Once finished, you stood by the door waiting for Roger to finish his search for whatever he was looking for in the kitchen cabinets. After a couple minutes, he approached you with a soft smile, taking your bag from your grasp and intertwining his hand with yours as he silently lead you back to the car.

On the way to your dorm, hands still intertwined he broke the silence. “Are you mad at him?”

“Hm?”

“Freddie?”

“Oh. No, I don’t think it’d do any good for me to be mad at him, I live with him in one room for Christ’s sake.”

“How can you be so forgiving?”

“Well, I hope he’d be that way for me. I’ve gotta break the whole Spain thing to him soon. It’ll be better if we’re both not mad at each other.”

“I told you Freddie isn’t gonna be mad about that, Baby.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered.

“Well anyway, I’m gonna have a mouthful to hear when I get back home.” He said, changing the subject.

“Brian’s really that mad?”

“Well, he um, yeah. Think he likes you too. He was pretty odd about me taking you on the trip, and then Freddie,”

“I see,” you said, understanding. As if this wasn’t already hard, Brian liked you too. Great.

Roger turned onto your street. “But I can’t let him get my girl, now can I?”

“I’m not your girl, Roger.” You said under your breath as you pulled your hand away from him, the actions unfolding in the car making you both completely oblivious to Brian driving opposite you. Roger quickly diverted his eyes from the road to look at you in shock as he turned into the driveway of your dorm, once again pulling up to the front of the building and putting his car in park.

“Hey,” he gave you a sad smile. “At least I can say I tried.” He got out of the car and opened the door for you as you immediately got out and jumped into his arms, tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Roger.”

“It’s okay Ba-Love.” He corrected himself. It was shocking how quickly a nickname became custom, even if it was just adopted a couple days ago. He pushed the door shut just as Freddie reached the door to your shared dorm, confused as to who was out front. He receded back, walking into the common room and seeing the two of you on the sidewalk as he opened the window to observe.

You continued to weep. “I understand, Y/N. I don’t like it, but I understand.” He tried comforting you.

“But I know how you feel about me, and I just feel awful.” You cried. A tear slipped down his cheek.

“I know.” He whispered. He kissed your head as he broke your hug, grabbing your bags from the back seat, and setting them on the ground beside you.

“Thank you, for this weekend I mean. I’ve never felt like someone was so in love with me as you made me feel these last couple days. It was nice.” You smiled, grabbing his hand as he stood across from you.

“That love hasn’t just gone away, Y/N. Even right here as you’re dumping me, I’m still crazy about you.” He laughed.

“But Roger-”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me. I know nothing I’m saying is going to change your mind. I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel while I still have the time.”

You laughed as you cried out more tears. You’d experienced heartbreak before, heartbreak from relationships that had lasted eight months to two years, yet none of them had ever hurt this bad. The two of you weren’t crying because it was the end and your attraction had died as it had with your previous boyfriends, you were crying because it was the beginning. The hope for the two of you and your beautiful relationship seemed shattered.

“I love you Roger.” You said, pressing your lips to his for the last time. It was a wet and salty kiss from each of your tears combining as they streamed down your faces.

As you pulled away, he said, “I know this is the end for now, but it doesn’t have to be, Baby. If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he smiled as he started back toward the car.

“Thanks, Rog.” You didn’t know what else to say. His absence made you hold your stomach as you cried even harder.

“Please don’t cry.” He said, running back to you and wrapping his arms around you. It seemed like the string that was wrapped around the two of you wouldn’t let you part. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you felt his shoulders shake.

“But you’re crying!” You laughed.

“Well ‘course I’m crying,” he said sarcastically, “my heart is being broken by the love of my life.”

“Oh, please.” You responded, a joking nature coming between the two of you.

“I almost forgot,” he smiled, reaching into his pocket. He placed a car key in your hands.

“Roger-” you gasped.

“Told you I was giving you my car.”

“I can’t accept this.”

“You’ve gotta.” he smiled. “Who’s gonna drive it when I buy my new one?” He silently mouthed ”you” as he pointed at you, making you laugh. “I just need this one until I buy my new one; should only be a couple weeks or so, but you can take the car whenever you need it, just give me a call.”

You were speechless. He embraced you in his arms one last time; you both knew this was the end.

“W- why, why are you so nice to me?” You said softly. Neither of you wanted to let go.

He lightly chuckled. “It isn’t obvious by now?”

You looked up at him with your chin on his chest awaiting his answer.

“I’m madly in love with you, Baby. Not a second has gone by this whole weekend that I don’t love you more and more. Believe me, it’s been short, but it’s real. Strongest I’ve ever felt for someone. On our trip, I realized that when you’re in love with someone, their return of affection doesn’t matter. It’s nice, but not really what you want. All I want is to make your life easier; to make you happy. As long as I do that, then I’m happy too.”

You let out a sob as you held him tighter, not sure if you were doing the right thing by letting him go.

“I’m gonna go now, Y/N. I- I think I need some time alone.” He stuttered.

You nodded understandingly, and as his went to pull away, a little chain around both of your necks was keeping you stuck together. Your necklaces had found each other once again, forming their heart as they strung the two of you together for one last fleeting moment. You both silently laughed as you reached your hand up to part your necklaces, and he walked with his head down to the drivers side of the car. “I really thought she’d say yes.” He thought.

Opening the door, he said, “I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Always will, Baby.” With that, he got in and drove away, wiping the tears out of his eyes as he planned to drive to a bar and think for a while.

You watched him as he drove away, your sobs becoming louder as you realized what you’d done. The heartache was unbearable. You sat on your bag, unable to walk inside, and buried your face in your knees.

A couple minutes later, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, rocking you back and forth to comfort you. “It’s alright, Darling. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

My Angel, Freddie.

You thought, wrapping your arms around him.

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Once Freddie had gotten you inside, he held you in his lap on the edge of your bed as the room seemed to dim around you. He assured you everything would be okay and whispered words of comfort until you finally stopped crying. He continued running his fingers through your hair in the ear piercing silence, finally blurting out,

“Are you mad at me?”

“No Freddie, I’m not mad.” You said nonchalantly as you sat up next to him.

“Even after all I said?”

“Yeah, even after all you said.” You laughed. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

He smiled; it looked like a thousand pounds were lifted off his back. “Yeah, I didn’t mean it.” he giggled back. “You looked so mad, though.”

You’d never seen Freddie act so shy and depressed. He was acting quiet; for him that was never a good sign. You could tell he knew he was wrong. “I was mad at your impulsiveness. I’m fine joking around if it’s just us, and like I said I know you didn’t mean it. Knowing you, it probably just came out, but in front of the guys is what really got me upset. Mainly John’s reaction is what made me kind of mad.”

“I’m sorry.” He candidly admitted.

“I know you are.” You smiled, giving him a hug. “I think I’m gonna go to John’s later tonight. Him and I need to hang out more anyways.” You smiled.

“In your new car?”

“You know about that?” You said astonished.

“Oh of course I do, Darling. Watched the whole thing in the window.”

You laughed. “I’d bust on you, but I was planning on telling you what happened anyways so I guess your incessant nosy-ness saved me some breath.”

“Still have to explain what lead up to that, I’m majorly confused about the weekend.”

“I will, I promise.”

After going into detail about what you and Roger did each day and how your romance bloomed over the trip leading all the way up to your departure just minutes before, it was silent. Freddie had just listened throughout the entire thing, and you could tell after finishing your story he was stuck thinking about something. Nothing was said for a while.

“You know, you’re an absolute idiot.” He stated, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Hey! Why do you say that?” You playfully defended.

“Darling, look what you gave up. You gave up the guy of your dreams. The guy you’ve always wanted, type of guy looks and personality wise at least from what you’ve told me. I never would have expected all that from Roger. And have you seen the way he looks at you? I watched him all of rehearsal; he can’t keep his eyes off of you. I’d never seen Roger sadder than when you just broke up with him. I’ve known him for a little over a year, and been there when his parents divorced and grandmother died; neither time was his that upset. He knows what he could have with you; you can tell he sees it all now. I’m talking about a life with you, Y/N. a happiness, someone to rely on and pamper, and here you just threw it out the window.”

“Well I guess I didn't think of it that way.” You admitted.

“Obviously.” He scoffed.

“Well,” You started, already shaking at what you were about to do. “There’s another big reason for why I decided not to stay with him.”

Here goes nothing.

“Oh god, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You whispered.

Freddie nodded his head expectantly. He’d had a realization. “This is the thing I don’t know, isn’t it?”

You nodded, trying to avoid his glare of betrayal. You and Freddie told each other everything. It was a part of your unofficial roommate agreement. You always wondered if there were things he didn’t tell you, but the way he was looking at you showed he’d never lied or kept anything from you once. It made you feel awful.

“Well,” he spat, crossing his arms. “get on with it then.”

“I, uh, I-” you stuttered, “I’m going to Spain.” You blurted out, voice cracking at the end of your confession in efforts not to cry.

“That’s it? That’s what you thought you had to hide from me?”

“Well-”

“Y/N! Darling!” he laughed, “That’s nothing to hide from me! That’s so exciting! When are you to go? Maybe I could come with you!”

“I’m going for school, Freddie. I’m transferring. There was an opportunity that popped up, and I’ll be in one of the most prestigious orchestras in two years. I just didn’t know how to tell you I was leaving you because you’re really all I have, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You were trying to hold back your tears.

“Oh.” He coughed. “Well, I-”

“Please don’t be mad,” you pled as you cut him off.

“Y/N, I’m not mad, Darling. I’m insanely proud of you.” He laughed, getting choked up as a couple tears slid down his face. “Gonna miss you like crazy, but more proud than I’ve ever been in my life.” He smiled, flinging his arms around you as you cried happy tears of relief from stressing about him being mad. “Why didn't you think you could tell me?”

“I just thought you’d be mad at me. You’ll be out of a place to live, won’t see me as much. I think it was honestly because I was afraid to lose you; didn’t want to accept that soon I wouldn’t be seeing you every day.”

“Y/N. We’re gonna be just fine. I promise you.” He said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “So is this the real reason you said no to Roger?”

“Yeah,” You sadly admitted.

“Well, I can’t tell you what to do about this one, Love. This decision is up to you, you have to recognize what you can and can’t handle when you’re away.”

You nodded.

“Just give yourself time to think about it. Kay?”

“Kay.”

You took a deep breath, smiling at your friend, deeply thankful for all he’d done for you.

“I’m gonna go to John’s, okay?”

He nodded. “You calling to borrow your new car?”

“No. I think it'd be better if I didn’t see Roger so soon.”

He nodded understandably. “So?”

“So, I’m gonna walk. I think it’ll be a good time for me to clear my head.”

“Be safe.”

You rolled your eyes. He was always so worried about you, your happiness, your well being.

“I’ll be fine.” You laughed, quickly fixing your makeup as your grabbed a coat and reached for the door.

“Call me when you get there!”

“Love you, Freddie!” You smiled shaking your head as you shut the door behind you.

It was time to make things right.

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Roger walked in the door with a slight buzz, yet mainly drunk on his depression. Brian sat in a recliner, glaring at Roger as he hung his coat on the hook.

“I don’t wanna hear it right now, Brian. I just lost the love of my life.”

“You’re being dramatic, Roger. I just wanted to-”

“You just wanted to what, Bri?!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air as he sat in a chair next to him. “Make me feel even worse? Remind me how bad of a friend I am? I’m sorry, okay? Sometimes things just happen!”

Brian took a deep breath.“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lost it. I just wanted her to be mine, but the decision isn’t up to me. It’s up to her. And if she chose you-”

“She didn’t choose me, mate.”

Brian was shocked. He couldn’t believe that without knowing anything, Freddie had predicted it all.

“Freddie was right about her again.” He said, shaking his head.

“I really thought she was going to, though. I damn near fell down when she decided we’d be parting ways. I really thought shed feel the same way; like we couldn’t live without each other. She’s going to Spain. That means you and I both shit out of luck. I tried to give her everything and she doesn’t care. When’d you talk to Freddie?”

“I drove him home after rehearsal. I was upset because of everything that happened between the two of you, but Freddie said he didn’t think she had made a decision. He always knows what’s up with her, even without knowing the situation. So if you want her, you have to talk to Freddie.”

Roger thought for a moment. “But I have talked to Freddie. He told me she likes chocolate covered strawberries.”

“No I mean you have to get closer with him, make it so he’ll tell her to go out with you; talk about you all the time. Not that I want you to do that, though.” Brian laughed.

“Don’t worry, mate. I don’t think I’ll be hearing from her for a long time.” Pause “Do you think we have anything to worry about with her and Fred?”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing lately. I can’t tell if they’re close or if she likes him.”

“Well then I guess we’re just gonna have to wait.” Roger said as he smiled hopefully at his friend.

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You knocked on John’s door to his apartment after about a half hour walk. He opened it with the look on his face immediately going from shocked to mad.

“Hi.”

“Please just let me explain, Deaky.”

He paused, and you were unsure of what he’d decide to do. Just as it looked like he was going to shut the door in your face, he opened all the way and slammed it shut behind you.

You sat at his kitchen table after calling Freddie, unsure of what to say as he paced behind you. It was silent for a couple minutes. You played with your hair, put on a lip gloss, ripped up a napkin in front of you- anything to keep you distracted. It was obvious the thought of you and Roger had hurt him- something you never meant to do, but it got you thinking. Why had this upset him so much? There was only one explanation:

He had feelings for you.

Although you just realized it, a part of you had always known. He was still your best friend and always had been, but realizing he had feelings explained some of his actions from the last couple years of high school, like how he asked you to prom in October, eight months early. He said he didn’t want to wait and risk losing you to someone else.

Risk losing you.

It all made sense. You glanced back at him, his auburn hair flowing behind him as he paced, his almond eyes focused in frustration. You figured a part of you had feelings for him too, or else you wouldn’t be here right now trying to fix things. You smiled at the thought of you and John dating, how happy it’d make his mom, who loved you and always gave you the consolation you lacked in your own home. If you two ended up together, it’d seem like your whole life would have came full circle.

“Why are you here?” he stated, breaking his silence as his pacing paused at a chair across from you.

He caught you off guard, and with no idea what to say, you blurted out, “I like your hair.”

He looked at you puzzled, immediately confused, so he pulled out the chair and sat down. “What?”

“Um- I… I didn’t mean that.” You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. “Well I mean I did, your hair looks great. I like it long. But that’s not why I’m here.” You let out a sigh as John blew out a puff of air, attempting to not look at you. It was silent for a moment. “I think you know why I’m here.”

“Fucking get on with it then. Guess I was a bloody idiot for not thinking this day would ever come.” He spat.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing- no sense in you knowing at this point. Just get it over with.” His voice was cold and hurt. It made you feel dreadful.

“John I just wanna talk. Roger and I are over.”

His eyes perked up, figure relaxing a bit.

“So you two were together?”

“No, not really. I don’t know. I just don’t think he’s the right choice for me right now with how my life is kinda playing out. Now I know you got upset earlier, and I understand why, but there’s nothing with Roger and I anymore. In my eyes it was just like meeting someone at a bar and going home with them that night, or meeting someone on vacation. That’s happened to you before, right?” Of course that was a complete lie, you loved Roger, but you just were trying to make him happy at this point.

He nodded. “Oh, I guess I over reacted.”

You smiled, seeing you were getting through to him.

“What about the coats then?”

“Roger bought those for us before we even went on the trip. He tried real hard to get us to be a real relationship; he really likes me. But I…” You sighed. “I just don’t know.”

“Oh. I’m sorry I- Well, you know. I just- I’m sorry I don’t know how to say this.” He nervously laughed.

“I know.” You smiled, reaching across the table for his hand.

“You do?”

You nodded. “Well I mean you stormed out when you heard I had sex with another guy, asked me if I loved him. I kinda put two and two together.” You laughed.

“I was planning to ask you out a week after you got to school, did you know that?” He admitted, slightly sad yet sincere.

“You what?”

He spoke with a smile lit across his face. “Mhm. Sat there under that willow tree crying like a baby for hours after you left me. I already had the order for the flowers in to a florist near my school, had the route highlighted on the map I’d be using to drive to your dorm.” his smile faded, a look of sadness replacing it. “But that’s in the past. I’ve barely talked to you in over a year so, you know,” He laughed awkwardly. “Things change. People change.”

“Oh, John.” You gasped, hand slapping over your mouth as you tried to hold back the tears at the thought of what would have been. “I would’ve said yes.” You whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief. Angry at himself for not asking you sooner, while also angry with you for cutting him out. “You- you can't tell me that now. You messed up, Y/N. Now you’ve gotta fix it.”

“Don’t you think I know that!? Why couldn’t you have asked me earlier!?”

“Because I was afraid I’d lose you! In my eyes I couldn’t win! I’m always so fucking afraid of losing you, Y/N, yet look where we are now!” He yelled back. You both stood at the same time as your argument fumed larger.

“Well maybe if you’d have stopped being so afraid, you wouldn’t have lost me! I would have been your girlfriend! You can’t just put this all on me John,” You yelled, hands flying up in the air, “you’re the one who couldn’t ask me out!”

“You’re the one who broke my heart romantically and lost me my best friend, so yeah, maybe I could have asked you out earlier! But excuse me if I wanted to be romantic and surprise you with it while you were all alone off at college! Maybe I can take some of the blame, but a lot of this is on you, Lovely!” He yelled, an annoyed tone apparently in his voice.

“What about prom night!?!? Was that not romantic enough for you?! I got a purple dress because you say you like me in purple! I wanted to wear black! We danced just the two of us the entire night! Maybe if you made a move we’d be together!!!”

“Maybe if you made a move and didn’t cut me off none of this would be happening! He yelled, the two of you now yelling in each other’s faces.

“Maybe if you’d just shut up!” you yelled, grabbing his shoulders as you pulled him in for a kiss. His hands ran through your hair, and the kiss didn't go too far. It was so passionate from both of your anger, that it was very hard, yet there was so much behind it. Sparks seemed to fly as pent up emotions flooded around the two of you. He pulled away as you both just gasped for air.

“Did you just kiss me?” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Oh my god, you just kissed me.” He paced. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this right now.” He said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend-“

“Offend me? Y/N, Lovely, I’ve been waiting for this for years.” He said, smiling as he walked back over to you, caressing your cheek in his hand. “I’ve missed you. You always look like a little doll.” He smiled. “I’ve missed my best friend.”

“I’ve missed you too, Deaky.” You said, tapping your finger on his nose.

“Don’t think that was me friend-zoning you, because I’m not.” He said awkwardly, and it made you laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ve missed my best friend too.” You glanced at the clock behind him. “I really should get going. I’ve got a half hour walk and I want to be back before sundown.” You smiled.

“I’ll drive you.” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter immediately.

“Oh no that’s alright. I like walking.”

“But I don’t want anything to happen to you, I don’t want to lose you again.”

“I’ll be fine. Freddie’s waiting for me.”

“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed. “Call me when you get home?”

“Of course, just like old times.” You smiled, recollecting how John would make you call him when you got home from his house even though you just lived down the street. “Bye Deaky.” You said, kissing his cheek as you put in your coat.

“Lovely,” he started, “What does this mean for us?”

“That we’re becoming close again?” You naively said.

“You know what I mean.”

“I just can’t have a relationship right now. Are you free tomorrow? I don’t have classes Wednesday’s. I just want to explain why, where I’m going and all.”

“I’m free whenever you need me to be, Y/N.” He smiled. “What time do you want me to pick you up? We can make a day out of it, just like old times.” He smiled, reaching for your hand.

“Just like old times.” The saying made you warm and fuzzy. “Is one okay?”

“Whatever you say, Darling.” He glowed, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you at one.”

“Kay. Bye John.” You said, hugging him as you left his apartment.

“Bye, Lovely.” He smiled, clutching his chest, the grin not leaving his face the entire night.

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After you and Freddie ate, you both were awfully tired from the eventful day and decided to go to sleep, but had never felt so empty and uncomfortable.

“Freddie, can you come lay with me?” You said in the darkness.

“Mhm.” He responded, half awake. Once he laid next to you, he was out in seconds, but it still felt like something was missing. There was no chest to put your head on, or arms to be wrapped around your waist. The only thing you had was the body heat from another person, yet you still felt the longing deep in your heart. After hours of stone cold emptiness, it was about 3:30 in the morning, when you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You quietly got up and slipped on your slippers, throwing your silk robe over your shoulders as you quietly rushed to the phone at the end of the hall, dialing the number from Freddie’s address book.

“Hello?” The voice groggily said.

“Hi, it’s Y/N. I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about how I miss having someone with me, and I know how I left things today, and was planning on taking to you tomorrow, but I had to call.”

“I can’t sleep either”

“Can you come get me?”

He sighed.

“Yup. ‘Course.” He said, grabbing a coat. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” The smile in his voice made you giddy with excitement. As you hung up the phone, something made you look down.

The diamond in your treble clef necklace made you think about what you just had done.

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A/N- Who do you think she called?? Rog or John? I hope youre just as shook as i am!Q&A tmmw! Love y’all-C

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warnersister · 2 years

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Freddie Mercury - Valentine’s

Freddie Mercury x Reader

Roger Taylor - Valentine’s

Brian May - Valentine’s

John Deacon - Valentine’s

(Platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sex - (not with Freddie).

Queen Masterlist

You were lonely.

And I mean, lonely.

You were slouched on the sofa, depressingly eating chocolate.

Eating your sorrows away.

That’s what you called it, at least.

But Freddie wasn’t happy with that.

“Rise and shine darling, you look like shit.”

He said to you, having barged in with the spare key that you never actually gave him.

He picked out an outfit, even did your makeup for you.

“Ahh yes! You’re my Valentine!”

He clapped his hands excitedly.

“What about Jim?”

You crossed your arms.

“Visiting parents.”

He said, nonchalantly.

“Come on darling, we are going to have the best day.”

You went out for tea and cake, deciding to start the day off ‘steady’.

Steady soon turned into a late night karaoke bar crawl.

You sang and drank.

And sang.

And drank.

And sang.

And drank.

Did I mention that you drank?

Vodka, lager, gin, whiskey - you name it.

In the space of three hours you were sat in the sixth bar of the night, eating some chocolates you impulsively bought from Marks & Spencer’s when you were scoping out the wine.

It was like therapy.

“Darling if you’re that desperate, I’ll hook you up with Roger.”

He shrugged, causing you both to explode into a fit of drunken giggles.

You don’t know what happened in the late hours of February 14th, 1987.

Only that you somehow woke up half-naked in Roger Taylor’s arms, finding a note from Freddie telling you to thank him later.

You loved him.

Your brilliant, fabulous Valentine.

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anne-white-star · 3 years

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Band queen x blind!reader : just as good as the rest

Notes : reader is blind and the adopted daughter of miami (Jim beach) one day she gets to meet the band, and she asks if she can play the drums for a bit, the band is blown away by her performance.

Warnings: non

Words: 1014

(Not my gif)

My name is y/n y/m/n beach.

And in 1982 during the recording of calling all girls for the album hot space i met the band queen. How do you ask? Wel im the adopted daughter of jim or how the guys call him miami beach. And i have a great talent for drumming, but not just drumming i have a disability you see im blind. But on to the story shall we

*flash back*

"There is not enough guitar in this album i swear" Brian said angerly as he sat down on the coutch and rubbed his face

"You had your fair share of guitar solos in the past Brian its now time for disco"

"I swear if you two are going to fight again like the song back chat i throw my drum sticks at you guys"

"Ladies please stop as i have said it before there is only room for one histerical queen"

"Yeah Alright what ever Fred, so are we going to start recording now or?"

"Yeah Alright Lets go"

about 2 and a half hours later the boys were half way trough the recording for calling all girls, but they all started arguing again because roger was to fast with his beat

"Roger slow down a bit"

"No you are the one who needs to speed up john"

Brian sighed "we should take a break i think we need to calm down a bit"

"Good idea i could use one"

The boys were caught off when there was a knock at the studio door, Freddie stood up And opend it. On the otherside stood their manager miami (jim) beach and next to him stood a girl about (your age) she wore dark sunglasses

"Ah miami great that you are here we were just about to take a break

"Hey Freddie, thats alright we just wanted to check how everything is going so far" they both walked in and sat down on the coutch where Brian sat as wel.

"Who's the girl?" Asked roger as he stood up And walked over to them

"This is my daughter y/n"

"Nice to meet you im Brian and these are roger John we call him deaky and thats freddie" he said as he grabed her hand

"Like wise its Nice to meet you all, um im his adopted daughter but he has been more of a parent than my real parents"

"Wel glad to hear that you have a really Nice and loving home"

"Thank you"

"So y/n tell us have you lissend to our music before?"

"Oh yes" she beamed "i love it so mutch you guys are my favorite band"

"Aw we are honnord dear" Freddie gave her a side hug

"You guys also inspired me to pick up drumming"

The boys beamed at this "really? Thats wonderfull" said john

"Could you show us some?"

"Yeah sure why not, any requests?"

"Can you do ogre battle?"

"Sure can, but i need the music to be able to play with it"

"We have a cassette here" brian stood up And walked to the casette player and put it in

Y/n stood up And so did jim. He guided her to roger his drums and say down "roger are you alright with me playing your drums?" She asked as jim gave her the drum sticks

"Yes of course as long as you don't break anything"

She nodded "alright brian start the cassette" he did as asked and the music started.

Once the backwards play of the song was over she started playing. But the boys were also suprised when she started singing

🎵Now, once upon a time, an old man told me a fable

When the piper is gone and the soup is cold on your table

And if the black crow flies to find a new destination

That is the sign

Come tonight

Come to the ogre site

Come to the ogre battle fight🎵

Y/n was absolutly rocking it And was just as good as roger and her vocals wernt bad eiter . Once the song was over y/n placed the drumm sticks down.

"That was amazing darling you did so well"

"Thank you Freddie" she smiled and stood up, Jim saw that and grabed her arm and guided her back to the coutch

"Um why does miami keep grabbing your arm? I mean you can see perfectly fine right?"

"Um not really" she rubbed her neck

"Why not?"

Y/n sighed and took her sunglasses off, looking back at the boys were a pair of Pale y/e/c eyes.

"Your blind" said john as he looked at her in shock

"Yes i am" she smiled softly

"But How did you? "

"Lots of practice Brian lots and lots of practice"

"Thats even more talent worthy tell me y/n how long have you been drumming?" Asked Freddie leaning forward

"Um good question when was it again dad?"

"Sinds 7 years old she has been practicing, y/n was born blind"

"Yeah, also one of the reasons why my real Parents dint want anything to do with me"

"We are sorry to hear that"

"Its alright I have a loving home now"

"Thats really good to hear" Freddie paused for a second "have you ever considered taking drumm lessons?"

"No but i don't think they can teach someone like me it takes lots of patience"

"Wel i could give it a try if you like" said roger

"What?"

"I said that i could teach you"

"Really?!"

"Yeah sure why not" y/n Could hear the smile in his voice

"Thank you roger"

Freddie stood up " We have to get back at recording now, would you like to stay and lissen y/n?"

"Sure if dad finds it alright"

Freddie looked at Miami for an awnser " Sure go ahead i need to fill in some papers"

"Yay thank you so mutch dad"

Freddie ruffled y/n her hair " now come along dear we have to record some songs" they all walked back in to the booth and started over again as if the whole argument never had taken place.

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading

Sorry if its bad

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oasis-for3v3r · 3 years

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Chivalry and Chiffon <3*

Freddie Mercury x Black! Reader

Prompt- Reader gets stood up on a date constantly, and feels like a joke.

A/N- This was an idea I had and recently I need some self-love. Of course anyone can read this and enjoy it as well!

Warnings- Mentions of nervousness/ anxiety, self esteem issues.

You should’ve known this would have happened. After all this is the 3rd time.

You would meet someone, at a coffee shop, bookstore or record shop. They showed some liking to you and then say a flowery promise of meeting you on x corner of y street. You would then wait 10 minutes, turn into 20, turned into 30 which then turned pathetic.

This time was another one of those moments of false hope. Except now it started to rain. Which was sad since it meant that you had to wash your hair and it was ruining your favorite dress.

On the good side it meant that it would cover your tears

Your chest started to hurt from your racing heart and the lights from the streets began to blur like paint spots on a canvas. You had so much energy from the dissapointment and anger, that you nearly tripped on the stairs leading to your apartment.

Which is why you nearly had a heart attack when you saw Freddie open the door.

“Freddie!!! Jesus! Don’t scare me like that! I thought you were a mass murderer!” you exclaimed, pushing him to the side a bit.

“I’m sorry dear, I just got back from a studio session with the boys and I didn’t want to go that far to my fla-Darling are you ok?” He said concerned.

“Im fine Freddie,just got caught in the rain that’s all.” you said as, you had a lump in your throat.

Why doesn’t anyone like me? Why am I a joke.

Your thoughts were ricocheting of the walls of your brain each one more harsher than the last. Your chest was getting tighter and your hands were shaking.

You were so wrapped up in your head, that you didn’t notice that Frieddie wrapped you in a blanket and sat you down on the bed.

“Y/N” Freddie said in his deep voice, while also turning your chin to face him.

“What happened” he said in a way that made you think you had no other choice but to answer him.

“ He stood me up again.” you said, trying to have your voice even. “it’s a pattern that happens, I meet them, they show a liking to me, then they never show up. it’s like Im one big joke to everyone!” with the last few words you sobbed into Freddie’s chest.

“Oh my darling you don’t deserve any of this.” He said holding your head to his chest.

Freddie was one of your closest friend; you meat him in a study group for graphic design and have been glued together since. His band Queen was taking off with a bang so far. Everyone knew and loved of his confident and charismatic persona on stage. He was like that only on stage. Off stage he was a bit more introverted and he was more to listen than to talk. To everyone he was “FREDDIE MERCURY” in capital bold letters. To you he was just your Freddie. In letters that scream comfort and loving.

“May I ask you a question, dear?” He said, suddenly standing up.

You nodded, head gently rested against a pillow.

“What wee you going to do on your date?” He said going over to your grand bookshelf that held not a single book, instead a plethora of records. Filling your bookshelf with colorful thin strips. His finger ghosting over rows of them.

“Dancing. We were supposed to go dancing.” You said fighting back the tears.

You got spooked when you heard the sound of a trumpet from your record player.

It was Lousiana jazz, Soft and smooth and it reminded you of home.

“Tell me how you want to feel when I dance with you” Freddie said approaching you with an open hand.

“I want to feel soft and dreamy, like Im walking on a cloud. I want to feel close with someone and together. I honestly just want to feel loved and feel happy with someone else as I am with them.” You said, not really thinking about the words one tumbling out after another.

He took your hand and pulled you close dancing- rather swaying along in a sweet and simple two-step. Your ear began to vibrate as Freddie began to sing.

Oh, I used to be your baby Used to be your pride and joy, hmm You used to take me dancing Just like any other boy But now you've found another partner You've left me like a broken toy

Well this is making me feel more like shit- You thought but didnt say anything because you loved his voice.

Oh, it's someone else you're taking Someone else you're playing to Honey, though I'm aching Know just what I have to do If I can't have you when I'm waking I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you

Freddie was a surprisingly good dancer, well you shouldn’t be surprised you did know that he was a boxer so..

Oh take me, take me Take me to the dreamers' ball I'll be right on time And I'll dress so fine You're going to love me When you see me I won't have to worry Take me, take me Promise not to wake me Til it's morning, it's all been true

You just let the tears fall at this point letting yourself feel emotions.

Which you haven’t done in a long time.

What d'you say about that, hey honey? You gonna take me To that dreamers' ball? I'd like that Right on that 42nd street Way down, downtown dreamers' ball

When he said this he was doing his best impression of an Lousisanan Accent, spinning you around repeatedly, thus making you laugh.

Oh take me, take me Take me I'm your plaything now You make my life worthwhile With the slightest smile Or destroy me with a barely Perceptible whisper Gently take me Remember I'll be dreaming Of my baby at the dreamer's ball

With this he dipped you and gave you a kiss on your hand.

“Because you are a lady and you deserve it. You deserve all of the good things.” He said as a matter of faculty.

“Thank you Freddie, you truly are wonderful.”

“So are you my darling.”

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like-the-wings-of-butterflies · 4 years

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Pamper (Platonic!Queen x Reader)

Summary: The boys bring comfort during that time of the month

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1335

Requested By: @foxinaforestofstars - Hey there! I've spent the last week reading all your Queen fics and I adore your writing! So, I was wondering if I could request something platonic with the dear boys: Reader is on her period and the cramps are so bad she's barely able to move, covered in cold sweat and throwing up and the boys are taking care of her because it hurts them to see reader in pain. Thanks in advance!

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I get severe menstrual pains so much of this is written from my own experiences but I completely understand that it’s different for everyone. Personally I think this is one of my worst fics because I haven’t written anything in well over a month but I’m hoping that this is similar to what you had in mind!

(Also in light of J.K R*****g’s repeated transphobic behaviours and the T***p Administration’s reversal of trans health protections, just a friendly reminder that this blog is a safe space and this post is for everyone who menstruates! Men, women, nonbinary people, literally anyone. I won’t hesitate to destroy terfs on sight :) )

Feedback is always appreciated! ♡

“(Y/N)?” Roger called, letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you kept hidden under the doormat. For midday your kitchen and living room was incredibly dark, the curtains still drawn from the previous night “Sorry for barging in but you didn’t pick up when I called.” He continued, peering around as he quietly made his way to your bedroom. “I was in the area anyway so I just thought I’d check in.”

He couldn’t say what he was expecting, but it sure wasn’t this. There you were, hunched over on the edge of your bed, one hand on your stomach and the other holding your head.

“Shit (Y/N) are you alright?” Roger gasped, snapping into action and running to your pyjama clad form. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he gently lifted your chin with his fingers when you didn’t respond. Brushing the unkept hair out of your face, he smiled sympathetically at your bloodshot eyes and shimmering skin, a product of the silvery tears and sweat rolling down your face from the searing pain that found itself in your abdomen.

With short quick breaths and a waiver in your voice you whispered “No I’m fine Rog, it’s just that time of the month you know?” You quickly wiped away the emerging tears that were threatening to fall and plastered on the most superficial of smiles, “No need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

He stared at you disapprovingly, shaking his head lightly, “I don’t doubt that but I don’t want to leave you here on your own either.”

“Roger I promise you I-“

“Did you want me to call the others?” Roger queried, seemingly unimpressed with your stubbornness by the way he interrupted you, “We can help out if you like?”

Although both of you knew that you didn't have much of a say in the matter, he allowed you to mull over the offer for a moment, reassuringly running his hands up and down your arms. Caving into his persistence, you nodded your head silently and watched as his face lit up with a smile. Quickly, he leant up and placed a quick kiss upon your forehead before lifting himself from the ground.

“I’ll be right back.” He vowed, running off into the living room to call Freddie, John and Brian. Part of you felt that you would be wasting their time and being selfish, but deep down you knew you’d drop everything in an instant if any of them were unwell and needed taking care of. The day would pass by far sooner and their company alone would ease the torment your body was putting you through.

You didn’t realise how excited you were until the remaining three boys bounded through the apartment door. While you expected their bright and energetic selves, you were met hastily with sympathetic and worried eyes upon seeing your bundled up frame. Roger had managed to get you to lie down in the comforts of your bedsheets and you wasted no time in curling yourself up into a nest of sorts, basking in the warmth that it provided.

With all four of them together, they quickly decided that Brian and Roger would go out to gather ingredients for the lunch that you hadn’t yet eaten while John and Freddie stayed to help you out where they could.

You and Freddie weren’t exactly shy when it came to physical affection with one another. You were the kind of friends that found comfort in innocent intimacy, holding hands and cuddling one another being a common occurrence. So when he offered to massage your stomach, you couldn’t accept fast enough. As you lied flat on your back, Freddie sat on the edge of the bed beside you, running his warm hands across your skin and soothing the aches that you fell victim to each and every month.

“Look at the positives my dear,” He mused with a gentle smile, brushing his thumb across your navel, “at least you’re not pregnant.”

“Right now I almost wish I was,” You replied jokingly, a puff of laughter escaping your lips. “I’d do anything if it meant this would stop.”

Right on cue, John manoeuvred his way around your bedroom door with a tray in his hands, “I made you some peppermint tea.” He announced cheerfully, placing the tray onto your bedside table, “Veronica asks for it often when she’s feeling like this, it helps her so I’m hoping it’ll help you too.” He confided, patiently waiting for you to sit up. Freddie wrapped an arm around your waist and gently lifted you so your back was leaning against his chest while John gathered one of the daintily painted teacups and handed it to you. Ever the considerate, he handed a second cup he made to Freddie and then grabbed a third cup he made for himself and clinked it against yours; joining in on Freddie’s and your quiet chatter, so you wouldn’t have to drink alone.

With your mind at ease as a result of the comforting tea and Freddie’s soothing movements, you found your eyes growing heavy and a warm humming sensation settled it’s way into your body. Before long, John and Freddie’s voices grew quieter as you indulged in the rest you so desperately needed.

When you awoke, a bright shade of orange flooded through your bedroom window. Hues of reds and yellows painting the ceiling in the most beautiful display. The pain in your abdomen had long subsided and you instead found yourself in the less sufferable state of deep fatigue. You squinted your eyes with a hand to your face as you adjusted to the light before making out the shillouette of Brian in the corner of the room. He sat perched in the armchair positioned next to the window, a cascade of curls falling around his face as he peered down at the book in his grasp. ‘Steppenwolf’ it read, by Hermann Hesse. Completely engrossed, he didn’t notice you were awake until you let out an audible yawn.

“Evening (Y/N).” He greeted, eyes still glued to his book as he finished off the page.

“Hey Bri.” You smiled back groggily, “I take it the others have left?” You queried, noticing the comfortable silence that enveloped your small flat.

Brian nodded while closing his book and placing it on the nearby table, “Rog had some errands to run, Freddie had an appointment and John has a date with Veronica.”

You nodded softly in response, a sudden wave of guilt washing over you. “Thank you for all taking care of me today. Although I’m so sorry I’ve kept you so long, you really didn’t have to stay.”

“Oh nonsense (Y/N), I wouldn’t want you to wake up in an empty house,” He reasoned, “Besides, we agreed that we wouldn’t leave you alone until you were feeling better.”

How thoughtful they all were, taking time out of their day to tend to you. In a bid to show Brian that you were in fact doing much better, you attempted you lift yourself out of bed and try walking around for the first time that day. However when you stood, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you and gave you the false sense of motion, making you lose your balance. Brian’s arms quickly steadied you and as the room stopped spinning you felt the all too familiar burn of bile rising up your throat.

Noticing you paling face, Brian swiftly walked you to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth to press against your forehead, “Chrissie’s out with her friends tonight so I could stay for a bit longer if you like?”

From the position you were in, knelt over the toilet bowl with tiles digging into your knees, you mustered a sharp nod, “Thank you for putting up with me.”

He laughed lightly in response, rubbing a soothing hand over your shoulder, “We’re here any time you need us.”

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freddie-moments · 3 years

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… as always

✭ Platonic!Freddie Mercury x Reader ✭

summary: right before Christmas, Freddie has a little problem and needs your help

warnings: none, I think it’s ok :)

word count: 572

A/N: english is not my native language, sorry for mistakes. I hope you like this little story. I used a prompt found here

☆ ✭ ☆

It's late. The traffic outside has long since calmed down and it has become quiet. You stand at the window and look at the snow-covered street. That's exactly how it has to be before Christmas, you think and snuggle up on the sofa again.

A Christmas movie is on TV and with a glass of wine you enjoy this evening that you have all to yourself.

At least until the doorbell rings.

At this time? You leave the chain in front of the door when you open it and see who else is coming here at this time.

"Hey darling, you have to help me!"

“Freddie? What… what's going on? Wait. ”You close the door again to remove the chain and finally let him in.

"You are my last hope," you hear him say as he rushes past you with a huge bag.

"What now? Tell me!" You follow him into the living room and still waiting for an answer. Freddie looks a little desperate and you're starting to worry. Your gaze falls on the bag.

“What's in there?” You ask, not knowing if you want to hear the answer. Freddie sits down and pulls the bag towards him. When he opens it, you look curiously inside.

There were tons of boxes and other loose items.

"OK. I can't do much with that right now. How should I help you now?"

Freddie puts his hands in the air helplessly and looks at you.

“I tried to wrap it up. But the result was horrific. Really, I just can't do it. And tomorrow they have to be ready."

"But doesn't Mary always do that?"

“Yes, but she's on vacation over the holidays. And I can't ask Peter, he's got his own present too. Please help me! I've also brought everything you need for it!" Freddie looks at you hopefully and waits for a sign from you. How can you refuse him this request? You grab your wine glass, fill it up again and then point to the dining room table.

"OK let's go. But you label the tags, yes?"

Freddie jumps up and hugs you.

"Thanks! I knew you wouldn't let me down, darling! ”He takes the bag, takes out all the presents and also the paper and the ribbons and assists you with packing. He'll hand you tape, take the scissors from you, and use his finger whenever you need to tie a bow. In between he writes cards and hangs them with the presents. You turned off the television for a long time and put on a record with Christmas music instead. In between you sip your wine.

Even if Freddie attacked you with his request, you have to admit that this evening before Christmas couldn't have been more beautiful. Around midnight everything is nicely packed and the wine bottle is empty. Freddie happily stows the packages away and you take him to the door.

"Have fun giving away then, Freddie."

"Thanks! I'll definitely return the favor, darling.”

You hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

"I know. But you don't have to."

"Mhm. As always."

"Merry Christmas, Freddie."

"Yes, merry Christmas to you too."

☆ ✭ ☆

Shortly afterwards he is gone and from the window you can still see him getting into a taxi and finally driving away. You stand at the window for a long time and enjoy the calm that comes over you.

Can't it always be like this?

#freddie mercury #platonic!freddie x reader #christmas #kathrin's writing #it's in qeue

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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The truth and a warning; AU Ghost! Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG one in the making but I finally sat down and made a sequel part to my Legend of the Band fic. Now I’ve got ONE LAST PART and it’ll be published up in just a few minutes so I hope you all enjoy this little fic and for new readers coming in, READ PART ONE FIRST BEFORE YOU READ THIS!!!

Warnings: Parent arguments, fluff, angst, demons mentions, supernatural elements, kidnapping, paranormal stuff.

Taglist:

@geek-and-proud

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@queendeakyy

@queensdivas

@eileen-crys

@platawnic

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@kairosfreddie

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I was running through this dark hallway. I didn’t know why I was running, all I knew was that I had to keep going. Soon enough I came to this fire-lit room. It looked like something out of a cult film with candles, Satanic markings all over the wall, and a large fireplace that was just roaring with fire. At the center was a large pentagram of some kind with candles at each of the stark points.

“Don’t go to them. You’re putting yourself in danger. Your whole family will be in danger if you don’t stay away.” There he was again. I looked up and soon appearing right at the center of the pentagram was a man with shaggy blonde hair, a scruffy appearance with a five o’clock shadow, wearing a trench coat, a white button up shirt with a long red tie, and black dress pants.

“Who are you?” I asked. He just looked at me with that same sharp expression. He opened his mouth but another voice spoke out of his mouth.

“Wake up!”

I woke up with a gasp and glared up to see Roger hovering right in front of me.

“Roger what the fuck? You trying to give me a heart attack or something?” I hissed at him.

“Well if you had woken up the first time, I wouldn’t have needed to do that, would I? Now c’mon. I want you to see the sunrise with me.” I got off his bed and stretched myself.

It’s been almost 3 months since my friends and I came up here to Rockfield studios. Since then I had been coming up here in secret without telling my nana or my dad. Most of the times I would come up would be when Freddie and the boys would want me to hear new songs they got (Freddie said that since I came to the farm, it’s like the creativity they once had when they were alive suddenly came back).

But throughout all the visits I have done with the guys, I—still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell John the truth about……who I really am. I mean how would you be if you were in my shoes? And how would you tell the spirit of your dead grandfather that you’re his grandchild without freaking him out. Or causing some sort of ghostly pandemic where he’d like explode all of London or something.

Roger hovering right outside his room waiting for me, I stood up and put my hoodie and sneakers on and followed him. My thoughts also went back to the dream I had last night. It was also been practically 3 months since I’ve had that same dream over and over again.

At first it happened the night I came back home. But one month later it came back to me. Then it was once a week, then once every other day, and now since a month ago, it’s been every night. I don’t know why this guy keeps coming into my dreams or why he says the same thing over and over again.

Roger and I finally reached outside. The snow crunching underneath my feet with each step I took.

“You know you’ve really been out of it lately. You sure you’re not sick or something?” I looked up at him and said.

“Nah. I was just dreaming.”

“Naww about me? Lovie I’m flattered.” He teased flirtatiously as he tossed his long, flowing hair aside. “Alright c’mon. Fred’s just about to wake up, we gotta get up to the top of the barn before he does.” He flew towards the inside of the barn and I ran after him.

He now floated on top of the second level of the barn where mostly some more hay and old bags of manure stood at. It was then I finally told me.

“Eww no way Rog. Besides you’re like in your 70’s now. It’s just weird.”

“Technically I would be, but I’m still physically, in a sense, 26.” As I came up to the ladder that led up to the second level I continued while stepping up the ladder.

“Whatever. But no, my dreams are that every time I’m running through this dark corridor. Then next thing I know I’m in like—a cult room. Candles surrounding everywhere, a roaring fireplace, like even more so than when you guys make the fire roar and there’s all these pentagrams and Satanic markings. But what’s weird is that there’s always this—man standing right at the center of this large pentagram.”

I finally reached the top and Roger couldn’t help but tease at me again.

“Wow. Never knew you were into that kinda stuff (n/n).” I glared at him.

“Does your mind ever leave the gutter? Besides the guy’s like in his mid-40’s or something.” I finally got over and now stood alongside Roger. He then raised his hand up and I soon began levitating in the air and soon the two of us phased through the ceiling until we ended up on the roof of the barn.

“Well it’s about time you slowpokes got here.” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up.

“Wha-but-you-but-you were-I thought-that-you…..” Roger began stammering. “You dirty rotter! I was supposed to finally be the first one up to see the sunrise!”

“Oh don’t get your celestial knickers in a twist Roger. Remember I once told you there was only room in the band for one hysterical Queen, well there’s only room for one hysterical ghost on this property. And that’s me.”

“God if I could wring your neck in I would.”

“Oh (Y/n) dear! So glad you could make it! How did you sleep?” he hovered over to me, circling around me before stopping right in my face. He observed me closely before noticing the bags under my eyes at this point. “Wow, dear no offense but you look absolutely knackered.”

“Yeah I uhh—was having that dream again.”

“You mean the one about that fellow in the trench coat?” One time Freddie actually came into my dreams and I was forced to tell him just what was going on.

I nodded.

“Wait you know about these dreams Fred?” Roger asked.

“Yes. But it’s between (Y/n) and I. So unless you want to know more you won’t hear about it from—”

“I’ve told him about it.” I interrupted him.

“Wait so this chap in the trench coat. He—doesn’t hurt you does he?” Rog asked worriedly.

“No, no not at all. But he—he always gives me some kind of warning. Saying things like I’m in danger, or stay away from them. But this time he told me that my family could now be in danger if I refuse to stay away.” I sat down on the roof bringing my knees up to my chest as I exhaled outward, my breath now visible thanks to the cold. “I’m really starting to get scared about—what it all means?”

“Well it could just be a fluck or something? Sometimes dreams don’t mean anything.” Roger said as he sat to my left while Fred sat at my right.

“I’ve been having this dream since meeting you guys it—has to mean something. Doesn’t it?” There was silence between us till Fred spoke up.

“Dreams are a silly thing. They can be there one moment and gone the next. I think I once recalled about my overbite being a lot bigger. And all that meant was that I was truly what my friends once nicknamed me, Bucky.” It was then he actually made his overbite extend further out (think of a cartoon character at this point) as he then growled and grumbled as he began to chomp like a beaver.

After that, his overbite went back to normal as we all laughed softly. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“Why do I keep coming to your guys?”

“It’s because you like us.” Teased Freddie as he pointed his finger at my nose.

“I don’t. I love you guys.” His smile turned soft and that’s when Roger said.

“Look, here it comes.” We both turned around and low and behold the sun was slowly starting to rise. The first light came into the sky, and the sparrows began to stir and the stars began to fade. Wow, theirs is nothing that beats a countryside sunrise and sunset.

“So—apart from the dreams, how have you been (Y/n)?” Freddie asked me. I grew solemn and I said.

“Nana’s—been feeling under the weather lately. Both physically and mentally.” Right at around New Year’s, we had a scare when we got a call from the hospital saying that Nana had taken a bad fall.

Fearing for her safety, dad had her move into the home with us and since I’m still on holiday break, I’ve been keeping an eye on her.

“My friends still won’t talk to me since that night on Halloween.” Its true. In fact they’ve avoided me at all cost. I’ve heard them say that I’ve been possessed by the ghosts themselves every time they see me. So basically I’ve been kicked out of the group. “And then my dad still won’t give me the time of day anymore.” I grumbled hatefully.

“Still? But didn’t you go on that lovely little Christmas trip with him and your nana?” Freddie asked.

“Yeah for like an hour till the office called him telling him the pitch meeting couldn’t wait.”

“Typical fathers. Always thinking that work is more important than family.” Roger hmphed. I scoffed softly. Tell me about it.

“So this is where you took her.” It was then floating right above us was grandda—I mean John. Granddad? Can I even call him that even in my head? It’s still wild to even think about.

“Good morning Deacy darling!” Freddie praised. John—grandad crossed his arms over his chest as he gave Freddie and Rog the stink eye that my nana always gave me when I misbehaved (now I know where she got it from).

“C’mon John it’s the mid-winter sunrise and I thought (Y/n) might like to see it.” Roger said.

“You do realize she could freeze up here. She’s not like us Rog, she’s human!”

“I’m fine De—AHH-CHOO!” I sneezed out.

“See? She’s already catching her death already. Couldn’t you two have allowed her to see the sunrise from inside the home, or at least not up on top of the barn where it’s the most coldest?” he said as he came up to me and touched my shoulders.

I’ve also noticed that it’s really only been my granddad’s touch that I can actually feel. When it comes to the other guys, they go right through me.

“C’mon (Y/n), let’s get you back inside and I’ll fix you up a warm cuppa.” He took my hand and we both phased back through the barn. He then wrapped an arm around me and together we flew back towards the house.

Back in the living quarter’s I was sitting on the couch with two sets of blankets wrapped around me, the fireplace going off, and soon John had my cuppa float right towards me.

“Thanks John.”

“Are you sure you’re warm enough? As soon as we came in you were shivering like a leaf.” God that’s such an old saying. But I guess that is something that only my grandfather would say.

“I’m fine, really. Thanks John.”

“You really should’ve bundled up more before you went outside with Roger. The countryside gets colder than it does in the city. Especially since this place isn’t as updated as it would be today when it comes to heating.”

“I know. I thought I’d be fine with just my jumper but I guess I misjudged it.”

“More like underestimated it.” He teased. I took a sip of my cuppa and hummed softly. “Is it done right?”

“Just how I like it.”

“That’s good. I was thankful to actually get that old coffee machine working again. That thing hadn’t been used in decades.”

“Now was that story Brian once told me about Roger wanting to smash that thing true?”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that. I can’t believe he actually remembers that.” He groaned which made me laugh.

“That’s only because you guys refused to think my song was good enough for the album!” Roger’s voice exclaimed. Soon both he, Freddie and even Brian came through the walls and Brian said.

“Please tell me he’s not going off about it again. I swear Roger if I have to hear about your song one more time I’m gonna find a way to exorcise you.” Granddad and I looked at each other as he and Rog proceeded to argue and the two of us rolled our eyes.

“Be a dear for me (Y/n). If you ever find my body, please get some scissors and stab me in the ears.” Granddad whispered to me. I reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

Man he wasn’t kidding about the fact when their fights get crazy. I could only imagine how they were when they were alive and could actually hurt each other. But it still amazes me that even through their arguments and fights, they still come together and make such beautiful music.

I felt granddad touch my shoulder and the next thing I knew, we silently phased through the couch, down the floor until we arrived in his room. He released my hand which made me go back to being solid again and he said as he hovered over to his bed.

“Figured you’d be safe here. I’d say in the next—ten seconds Roger’s going to go all poltergeist and start throwing things about.” And low and behold, I heard a very loud crashing and the sounds of Brian, Fred’s and Roger’s screaming at each other. I cringed at the loudness of the banging and their yelling. It was like hearing three banshees screaming in my ear.

Then with a snap of a finger, all went quiet. I turned to granddad and saw that his left hand was slightly raised and his fingers were in a snap position.

“Took me over 20 years to figure it out but, now this room shall remain soundproof till they cease their petty arguments.” I smiled and said.

“God I wish I could do that.” He chuckled softly as he sat down on his bed.

“It’s definitely a gift worth having.” I then noticed how his face grew solemn. “Plus I—I need the silence.”

“Why’s that?” I asked with a tilt of my head.

“It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over (Y/n) dear. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the story.”

“No please. If you’re—willing to share with me, I’ll lend an ear. Believe me you’ve listened to plenty of my teenage drama.” His famed gapped-tooth smile came on display as he softly chuckled again.

“It’s not drama, it’s life. Everyone goes through it, even I did when I was your age. God I really do sound like an old man don’t I?”

“And yet you’re hardly pass the age of 24.” I said as I sat down beside him. “Come on tell me. Please.” I placed my hand over his and gave him my best puppy dog face. He looked down at me before smiling softly and said.

“Alright you little puppy.” He patted my head before raising his hand and an old suitcase soon floated towards us. It opened up and soon a photograph soon came out of it. He sent the suitcase back to the corner and held the picture in his hands.

It was a picture of my nana. She was outside underneath a cherry blossom tree in what looked like a park. She was beautiful with her long flowing brown hair, her belly showing signs of her pregnant with my father (probably around 3-4 months). She wore a pretty purple dress and in her hair were 2 flowers.

“Today’s……well…..today would’ve been our 45th wedding Anniversary.” He said solemnly. Oh shit that’s right. Nana’s been dreading this day in secret. She hides it from my dad awfully well but I’ve heard her cry at night, crying out granddad’s name in her sleep whenever it was just the two of us at the house. “I think that……that’s probably why I’ve still remained here on Earth, and never got the chance to move on.”

“How do you mean?” He continued to look down at the picture of nana. His long, ghostly black fingers stroking along the picture, especially once the tips of his fingers touched her face which held a beautiful smile.

“Unlike the lads whose memories have been slowly fading away of their previous life when we were human. I—I always found myself thinking of my love, my wife, my best friend. And every now and then……memories would come back to me.”

“What kind of memories?” I asked as I held onto the sleeve of his shirt. I looked up at him like a solemn child wanting to hear the story of their dead relative.

“Just—the small things. The sounds of her attempting to make breakfast. Poor Ronnie could never really cook well without at least trying to burn the flat down.” He chuckled the last part out which made me softly laugh. “The way she would put on her lipstick. So carefully.”

He looked up and he had this look of—wonderment. Wistfulness. His voice even whispered wistfully as he reminisced about him and nana. A smile soon spread across his face as he continued to speak with admiration and love.

“I do remember that she always used lavender lotion. And when we’d embrace, I would pull her in. And breathe her in. So deeply. Then at night before we would go to sleep, she’d cuddle close to me and we’d whisper to one another with her first starting off, ‘I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die,’ then I would finish whispering in hers, ‘and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again’. Guess that saying became our reality.”

That’s what Nana always said to me when I was a little girl during the thunderstorms to calm me down. She would always say that very line and then she taught me the second part. Never did I imagine that I was saying granddad’s line back to her.

He stood up from the bed, his back facing me as he stood before the wall.

“But that was a long, long time ago. She’s—probably forgotten all about me. Moved on, probably had more kids with another man. Probably for the best.” God my heart was literally breaking at hearing this.

“I don’t think she did. I believe she couldn’t forget about you. I’m…..sure she felt the same way about you. And……couldn’t find it in herself to love another man as much as she loved you.” I said to him solemnly.

“Then I’ve caused her nothing but heartbreak and pain. She deserved to move on from me after my death. If she—if she has cling to the past, then……” he trailed off and I saw ghostly tears fall down his face.

I got up from the bed and slowly approached him. I stood at his side for a moment before reaching out and taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He turned to me, his heartbroken face made me want to cry and just hug him.

Why did this have to happen to my family? To Queen’s family? Whoever or whatever happened on that fateful day deserves to burn in Hell because they took everything from these boys, from my nana, my father and me.

I embraced him and held onto him as tight as I could. I felt granddad crumble in my arms as he wept into my shoulder. My sleep shirt getting drenched with his tears, but it was worth it.

After standing there holding each other for a while, I wiped away his ghostly tears which floated into the air as soon as I wiped them off his face.

“Deacy, look there’s……there’s something I gotta tell you.” he separated from me. His eyes went from heartbroken to concern in the snap of a finger.

“What is it are you okay?” God ever concerning for his loved ones safety. Even when he not even five seconds ago had a mental breakdown. He was willing to put his own feelings aside to ask if I was alright.

“I’m fine. I…….” this was it. I have to tell him. I don’t know what the repercussions would be like, hell I may cause him to bring this entire farm to the ground, but I have to get this off my chest. “Deacy I’m……”

“Oi (Y/n)! Your cellphone’s been blaring off frantically and none of us know how to answer it.” Roger’s voice spoke up. We looked up and there he had his head peaking through the roof of granddad’s room.

“You couldn’t have learned to knock first!?” Granddad snapped.

“Please I know about your sound proof ability in this room. Even if I tried you’d still never hear me. Now please (Y/n) go see who it was. If I have to hear that bell alarm one more time I’ll bring this whole farm to the ground.”

“Okay Rog I’ll be up there in a sec.” his head soon vanished back through the roof and I looked up to granddad and he said.

“Go on.” I walked up the stairs and headed towards Roger’s room where I grabbed my phone and saw that I had 2 missed calls from Nana, 12 unread texts from dad’s cell and 13 missed calls from dad’s cell.

“Shit.” I unlocked my phone and went to dad’s cell first just to let him have it with me. After just one ring his frantic voice exclaimed out.

‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS!!’

“Dad I’m sorry. I meant to tell you I was going out of town but I forgot.”

‘Out of town? Out of town!? (Y/n) (m/n) Deacon you’ve been going out of town for the past 3 months and you’ve never once told me or your nana where exactly ‘out of town’ is. This is starting to become a problem.’

“But dad…..”

‘No buts! From now on I want to know where you are at all times, and all destinations are to be approved by me!’

“What?! That’s not fair!!”

‘Unfair?! You wanna know what unfair is!? Having your nana crying all day because of…….’ He trailed off. ‘Anyways she needed you. What would’ve happened to her if you weren’t there because you were ‘out of town’. Now I’ve got to get back to work but when I get home, I expect you there and then we’ll further discuss your punishment.’ And with that he hung up. I growled and tossed my phone onto the bed before plopping down against it.

“Was it him again?” I looked up and there was granddad right at the door.

“You heard that?”

“Darling I think everyone from Pembroke heard.” He joked. I collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh and said.

“I don’t get why he’s so overprotective.”

“He’s your father. And he loves you.” he said as he came up to me. I turned on my side and huffed.

“I doubt that.”

“Why would you say something like that?” he asked me. I sighed heavily and said.

“Ever since mum left us when I was 12 for her new boy toy, dad’s thrown himself into his work. He’s never actually confronted the problem. He just buries himself into his work. There have been times where I needed him and he was never there. It was like I was invisible to him. And now all of a sudden he’s starting to care about me after practically ignoring me for most of my teen years! If I’m being honest…..I think he stopped caring about me a long time ago.” my voice cracked at the last statement.

I harshly wiped my tears away refusing to cry in front of him. That’s when I felt his fingers gently grasp my chin and he turned my head to face him.

“Now you don’t mean that.”

“I do. I hate myself for thinking such a thing but it’s true.”

“A father never stops caring for their child. Sure he may pile on the work or can be strict but that’s because he can’t risk to lose you like he lost your mother. Being a parent—it’s the most frightening job in the world that not a lot of people can handle. But I would gladly like to have that chance of having that job. To have been there for my son if I had the chance. To love him, to care for him, to show him that dad’s aren’t just the type of walk away to the store or leave to record an album and never come back.”

He wiped my tears as he cupped underneath my jawline and we both looked into each other’s eyes.

“So never doubt your father doesn’t love you. Okay?” I nodded and said.

“I should get home then.” He smiled softly and nodded in agreement.

“Promise you’ll reach out to either Freddie or Brian when you reach home.”

“I promise. Tell the guys I said bye.”

“Will do poppet. Until next time.” He gave me a kiss to my forehead and I walked out of the house towards my car and drove all the way back to London.

On the drive back just a few miles out of Bristol, I stopped at a gas station to get me some breakfast. When I picked me up some sweets I walked back to my car and started it up before finally pulling out of the gas station and continued down the road.

While driving on a stretch of wide open roads with fields and nothing but cattle, suddenly out of nowhere I saw a man frantically waving his arms back and forth.

He looked like he had just came out of a pub fight, his clothes almost torn to shreds, his face all bloodied up, and he was even limping and might’ve had a broken shoulder with the way his left arm was dangling.

Something in my didn’t sit right and as much as I would’ve said I kept driving, I’d be lying. I slowed down and rolled my window down and he came up to me and said.

“Oh bless you lass. I’ve been walking for miles with no one in sight.” American accent must be a tourist or something.

“Are you alright sir?” I asked him.

“I’ve had better days. Listen my car broke down several miles West. I’ve been traveling all night and couldn’t see a damn thing. Can you please give me a lift to the closest repair shop?”

“Uhh……”

“Please I know I’m asking a lot and this must seem like a creepy situation.” I’ve had creepier experiences, I mean I’m friends with the ghost’s of Queen. “I promise, all I need is a ride and I promise you’ll never see me again. I need to check in on my wife and daughter. They’re probably worried sick back at our cabin.”

“Alright. Get in.”

“Oh thank you so much. Thank you, thank you thank you.” he opened up my passenger door and sat down before closing it. “I’ve tried to get a signal for hours but there’s hardly anything out here.” He joked.

“Yeah the selected country parts of the UK can have some pretty crappy service. Once we reach close to Bristol it should work. But I’m gonna have to briefly turn around just to get us there.”

“Do whatever you’ve got to do. You’re very kind to do this for a complete stranger. Your parents must be very proud of you.” my hands gripped the wheel tighter and I said.

“Yeah. Yeah they are.” I turned my car around and drove back to where I saw the Bristol exit. “So……how exactly did your car break down?”

“I don’t know it just started sputtering and the next thing I knew….” He blew out a raspberry. Suddenly my head started to pound like a drum. I groaned as I rubbed my forehead trying to rid of the pain. “You okay?” he asked me.

“I—I don’t know I…..I need to pull over, right now.” I put my hazard lights up and pulled to the side of the dirt road. I put my car in park and leaned forward. God what the hell was going on? It’s like Roger was using my head as his personal drumkit. “Damnit what is wrong with me?”

“Perhaps you just need a bit of rest?” suddenly I felt something cover my mouth and nose. Panic aroused from me as I tried to fight back but the man quickly grabbed hold of me and pressed the rag or sponge whatever it was harder against my nose.

Shit I should never have let this guy into my car! I watch crime shows for this very reason! I’m such a dumbass. All I kept doing was trying to send a telepathic signal to Freddie hoping he would see what was happening but soon enough my fighting spirit ceased as my eyes soon closed and I was knocked out.

*John’s POV*

As the day went by finally the lads ceased their infernal argument and we were in the studio trying to see if we could finish up a new song that Freddie had written for (Y/n). All the awhile I kept having this very bad feeling that something happened to her, something very bad.

“Deacy? Oi Deacon!” I snapped out of my daze that’s when Brian said.

“Geez you looked even more spaced out than you normally are.” I glared at him.

“I’m just—thinking about (Y/n).”

“Oooo, is our little Deacon in love with a new woman?”

“What?! Eww no you filthy mongrel. It’s…..Fred are you sure you haven’t heard anything from her?” I asked Freddie worriedly.

“Not yet my darling. But you know it’s a long drive between here and London. Maybe she’s still driving. You worry too much darling, she’ll be…..” suddenly he lurched forward almost as if in pain.

We all looked at him fearfully as his face contorted to absolute fear before he flung himself back against the chair. His arms reaching upward like he was holding something, all the while struggling and grunting in a panic-like seizure.

We all gathered around him calling out his name before finally he lay there limp, his eyes closed and his face relaxed. I turned towards Roger and Brian and they were just as confused and frightened as I was.

“Fred? Freddie. C’mon mate wake up.” Roger shook him. Suddenly Freddie’s eyes opened and he gasped out.

“It was horrible……the worst fear I’ve ever felt.” His breathing was shaky and his eyes frantically searched around the studio.

“What Fred? What did you see?” Brian asked. It was then Freddie turned to me and he said regretfully.

“I’m sorry John. I’m really, really sorry. But you were right.” No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no it—it can’t be!

“What Fred don’t leave us hanging!”

“It was (Y/n) dears. She sent me a message. Someone’s kidnapping her.” At that point, had we’d been alive, our hearts would’ve sunk in fear.

“Who!? Who was it!?” Roger demanded as his drumkit got knocked over by the rage he felt.

“Calm down Rog! We’ll figure this out.” Brian assured him before turning back to Freddie. “Now Fred could you see anything? Like who it was? Or where she was at?”

“I just remember……fear. And muffled screaming.” Freddie sobbed as he gripped the side of his head.

“Okay, okay. Concentrate. The smallest detail will help us figure out who it could be.” Brian assured him.

“I couldn’t see him. But I felt her being pinned up……against someone’s chest. And…..it looked like she was in her-her car maybe? And…..” at this point his voice grew off into a haze as he tried to recall everything he saw through their telepathic message. “It smelled weird like—I don’t know I wish I could remember more!” Freddie leaned forward and wept.

Roger and Brian embraced him, rubbing his back gently shushing him. At this point I couldn’t handle being in the studio anymore. Somehow I ended back in my room, anger boiled inside me along with fear and heartbreak. I then threw my head back and just let out the most agonizing scream I could.

If any mortal were to see, they would’ve seen all the windows shatter from every building Rockfield farm studios had.

*My POV*

When I came around I saw nothing but candlelight dancing through a dark room. I groaned tiredly as my head was still slightly pounding but not as much as it was earlier. When my vision finally started to become clear, that’s when I saw some familiar drawings surrounding me.

All the Satanic markings, ancient drawings, hell the room itself was familiar. I was in the very room where I’ve been at in my dreams.

“I tried to warn you love. You’re meddling in things you shouldn’t be meddling in.” wait that accent. I slowly raised myself up from the floor and soon coming into light from the fireplace was him.

The man from my dreams.

“It’s you.”

“Yes it’s me. Your personal boogieman. Look since you wouldn’t listen to reason through your dreams, you forced me to take drastic measures.” He said. Wow this guy was really charming.

“You know an email or a threatening phone call would’ve sufficed.” I sassed at him.

“True but then you’d still probably go back to that farm. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me!”

“Oh on the contrary love, I know everything about you. (Y/n) Deacon, daughter to Robert and Sharleen Deacon who are divorced now right?” I glared at him. “Granddaughter to one Veronica Tetzlaff and John Richard Deacon. The bass player of the former band Queen. And you—little missy were just about to tell your granddad of who you really are.”

“So what if I was? You don’t know how lonely he is. If he knew that my nana still loved him and has told both my father and me about him…..”

“It could end the world.” I looked at him confused. He sighed heavily shaking his head disapprovingly. “I hate involving normal people into my line of business, but you’ve left me no other choice.”

“Just who exactly are you?”

“The name’s John Constantine. My family’s been cursed with being the fine line between this world and the afterlife. It’s my job to ensure that no demonic or spiritual presence tries to threaten our world. And to ensure no dumb teenagers go poking their noses in forces far beyond their reach.”

“If you’re referring to the first time I went to the farm, it wasn’t my idea.”

“But it was your idea to keep going there. Meeting the ghosts of Queen. And for that, you’re causing a shift in the balance.”

“So what now? You going to kill me?” I threatened.

“No. See I can’t kill another human being without probable cause. That and since you’re a kid with a family, I’d rather not be interrogated by the police. And I wouldn’t want your dear ol granddad to haunt my arse for the rest of my days. I get enough of that already.” He walked over and grabbed something off the table and he continued, “This is your last warning love. Stay. Away. From Rockfield farm.”

“The boys will know something’s up if I suddenly stop coming around.”

“Which is why I’m going to put them out of their misery and send their souls to the great beyond. They’ll no longer be stranded here, they can freely go up to heaven, blah, blah, blah heavenly stuff you know all that.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Better me than something else. And trust me, there are far worse things than people like me that want a snag at a few stray ghosts.”

“And what if I refuse to do as you say?”

“Man you are a stubborn girl.” He muttered impatiently.

“Call it a family trait. What’s so dangerous for me to stay away from Rockfield Farm?” he groaned and said.

“I really didn’t want to admit this but I guess I’m gonna have to dumb it down for you.” God this guy was a real arsehole. “Unlike the other three members, your grandfather still holds onto the memories of his human life. And when a ghost does that, it makes them dangerous. Extremely. Dangerous.”

“You don’t know my granddad. He couldn’t hurt a fly much less hurt me.”

“Really?” he asked more skeptically than questioningly. I nodded proudly. “Then answer me this then love,” he walked up to me and leaned down close to my face. “If you do tell him who you really are to him, that makes him even more bound to you. Then say the next time someone, be it mortal or even demon even hurts you. His bound to you would become unstable. When ghosts become unstable, they lose any sense of humanity. And when they lost their humanity, they’re nothing but shells of endless wails and overpowering abilities. He could bring down an entire city if he wanted to just to get back at whoever hurt you. And that becomes messy for me to clean up.”

“Glad to know this is more about you not wanting to clean up a bit of mess.” I sneered.

“Not when the mess is millions of dead bodies who were nothing but collateral damage. Trust me love when I say that your granddad is bad news already being a ghost with memories. And here’s something else if you don’t believe me.” He pulled out his phone with a news media post that read.

EARTHQUAKE SHAKES MONMOUTH!

What felt like a 5.5 earthquake shook the entire community of Monmouth Wales. Out of nowhere the grounds began to shake and some witnesses have claimed that it was sourced at the old Rockfield farm studios where witnesses have also claimed to see windows exploding.

“I know you must’ve sent some sort of message to them when I grabbed you.”

“Wait that was you? But….the guy that grabbed me had black hair.”

“Simple transfiguration spell love. I thought kids your age watched Harry Potter?” I glared at him. “Now I want your solemn promise, you will not. Go. To Rockfield farm anymore.” I looked down and I said.

“I can’t just suddenly ghost them. No pun intended. Let me go back and say my final goodbyes to them.”

“I can’t even let you do that poppet. It’s either you stop going, or put your family in grave danger because of your selfishness.”

What do I do? What do I do? If I suddenly stop going to the farm, the guys will feel like I’ve abandoned them. And Granddad he……he’ll be heartbroken the most.

“Well…..your answer?” he asked impatiently.

“Fine. I’ll do as you say.”

“That’s a good girl. Now then, I want you to wear this from now on until I can finish my job.” He held out a long silver chained necklace with a vile attached to it.

“Please tell me there’s no blood in that thing.”

“Don’t be stupid. It’s salt. Ghosts can’t get through a salt circle, nor can they get out of one. So long as you wear this, they can’t reach out to you telepathically.” He placed the necklace around my neck. “Oh and love, it’s best we keep this interaction a secret. Probably best to not let nana or daddy know of this.” He gave me a nod before suddenly placing the same cloth over my face and once again I was knocked out.

The last thing I heard him say was his warning.

“Now keep away for your family’s sake.”

When I awoke, I found myself in my own bedroom. I was in my bed and pressed to my forehead was a warm rag. I heard footsteps coming towards me and coming into my room was my nana.

“Oh (Y/n) you’re awake!” she quickly came up to me and cupped the side of my face frantically looking over me.

“Yeah uhh nana. I—I know this’ll sound strange but—how did I get here?”

“Don’t you remember? You drove all the way here but passed out as soon as you got to the door. You were freezing cold to the touch. I was so worried that you’d……” she pressed her hand over her mouth and I saw tears form in her eyes.

“Oh nana I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I worried you.” I hugged her and nuzzled her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me and she sniffled.

“It’s okay love. I just…..I just couldn’t bear it if I had to lose you too.” I looked down, my eyes shining with regret.

Maybe that Constantine guy was right. Nana Ronnie loved me and dad so much, I could never live with myself if I got all of us hurt. Maybe it is best if I just—forget about the guys.

I guess—in a way I’m glad I didn’t tell granddad the truth yet, cause if I stopped going there had I told him, he would never let me or the world forget it.

It's gonna be hard to just forget the guys but I have to. For Nana’s sake.

So as punishment from my ad, he grounded me for a month and basically put me on house arrest. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere unless it was to school and home. Any other places that I needed to go to like the library, had to be approved by the boss man himself.

Constantine also was a constant pop up in my life. This time he took my advice and actually managed to figure out my phone number and has been sending me text messages every other week or so. He’d inform me that right now the grounds were too icy to travel to the farm so he’d have to wait till spring to perform the exorcism.

Of course I couldn’t find it in myself to respond back to him telling him it was fine. I just deleted the messages and try to live on my life. Now I won’t deny I’ve missed the guys, especially granddad. For the first time in my life, I got to know more about my family than I ever had in years. Only for it to be taken away from me because some threat that Constantine won’t really tell me about.

I know there’s gotta be more than just my granddad’s potential of becoming a ‘bad ghost’. But I don’t know what.

Another couple months passed and finally it was springtime in England. The cherry trees were in full bloom, the weather was now more cooler, and the typical spring showers washed away any remaining snow that was left.

I was currently at school and today we were doing the mile and a half run for PE (UGGGGHHHH!!!) I don’t even know why we have to do this run? It’s just a way for people to show off on who’s got the fastest timing just so they can get up on the leader boards in the locker room.

And of course with no friends in PE, the runs get VERY boring so I was left alone to run by myself. That’s when I noticed something odd. A crow kept trailing beside me, cawing every now and then. At first I paid no mind to it (after all we get crows all the time).

But when I noticed that it was starting to swoop down closer and closer to me and literally following me no matter which way I swerved or even ran back, that’s when I got scared. Thinking I could outrun it, I ran past any remaining students that still hadn’t completed the mile and a half run.

The crow still right on my trail as it cawed and swooped down closer and closer to me. I turned around and that’s when I was shocked to see it’s black eyes suddenly turn pure white. Oh shit now it all makes sense, it was—suddenly the crow landed right on top of me and it was almost like my body just shut down as I collapsed right there on the ground.

Next thing I knew, I was in this empty blackness. There wasn’t anything in sight and it was dead silent. No birds, no chattering peers, no crow, nothing. Until……

‘(Y/n).’ I gasped at the familiar voice.

“D-Deacy?”

‘Do you know how worried we all have been for you? You’ve stopped coming to the farm. What has happened!?’ his worried tone made my heart clench.

“I’m sorry Deacy I……dad grounded me and then school got busy and……”

‘LIES!!!!’ sudden a harsh wind blew right in my face. It was like standing right next to a tornado or a hurricane with how hard this sudden wind gust was blowing right at me. I would’ve been knocked over if it hadn’t suddenly stopped.

When I opened my eyes and put my arms down from my face there right in front of me was granddad. His eyes full of heartbreak and betrayal.

‘The last thing you ever sent to Freddie was your kidnapping. Who was it? Are they threatening you!?’ oh god don’t let him get mad don’t let him get mad.

“No. I—Like I told you Deacy life just became busy. And the roads got too dangerous for me to travel on.”

‘That didn’t stop you before. How come none of us could reach out to you? It was like you dropped off the face of the Earth!’

“I don’t know Deacy I just…..”

‘What?! Hmm?’ I sighed heavily and turned away from him.

“I can’t tell you.”

‘Can’t tell me. Tell me what?’

“It’s too dangerous Deacy I can’t tell you.”

‘What? What is so dangerous that you can’t tell me? Unless it’s the fact that you no longer like us and think we’re nothing but a bunch of washed up has-beens. A waste of your time!’

“No John Deacon it’s not like that at all and you know it!”

‘Then what!? WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF!?’

“I’M YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!!” I gasped and covered my mouth. His expression went from anger to shock.

‘Wha—what did you…..say?’ I sighed heavily and said.

“Your wife, Veronica Tetzlaff. Her—your son Robert is my father. Which makes me her granddaughter. Your granddaughter.” His face still held that stoic but shocked expression. He backed away from me and looked like he was trying to form words.

‘How long have you known?’ he asked me after a long bit of silence.

“After meeting you guys.” He exhaled sharply and rubbed his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry John I—I didn’t want it to be like this. I was gonna tell you back at the farm but then Roger he……”

‘Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.’ He turned fully away from me. His shoulders rising and falling rapidly as his breathing got deeper.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry granddad!” suddenly a flash of light blinded me and the next thing I knew I was hearing concerned mutters around me and my instructor Mrs. Hood say.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Deacon can you hear me?” I let out a gasp and sobbing out.

“I’m sorry granddad. I’m so sorry.” I then just curled up and wept hysterically.

After that I was sent home early and Nana was my personal nurse. She asked me what exactly happened but I refused to answer her. I just kept silent throughout the rest of the day. Of course not wanting to push me, Nana left me alone for awhile and told me that dinner would soon be ready.

Right as soon as she left, my phone made it’s text tone. I reached out for it and it read out.

COME TO HYDE PARK IMMEDIATELY. NO EXCEPTIONS!

Constantine. I looked out towards my window and saw the branch that always hung right beside it. I knew I’d never make it pass Nana by going through the front or back door, so my best bet was taking the window. I ran up to it and opened it up and looked back to make sure that she wasn’t coming back up.

Then as carefully as I could, I got onto the branch of the tree and crawled to where the branch was the sturdiest. I looked down and it didn’t seem like that much of a high jump. So I held onto the branch and dangled there for a brief moment before exhaling out.

“Okay. One….two…..three.” I let go and landed on the ground before quickly racing towards the shed to grab my bike. Once I had it, I pedaled to the park.

When I got to the park, I stopped right by the lake and stood underneath the lamp post. It was maybe a minute later when the light suddenly started to flicker before going off. Soon the rest of the lights began to flicker before they too went off.

“You didn’t listen to me at all, did you love?” I turned and there coming right up behind me was John Constantine. “One thing. I ask one thing of you and you couldn’t even do that. Why didn’t you keep that salt necklace on like I told you?”

“It’s not like I had any choice. My PE teacher saw it and she forced me to take it off while we did our mile and a half run. She even pocketed it in her own pockets and refused to give it back till I finished the run. That’s when……”

“Brian possessed that blasted crow just so your granddad could talk to you. And then you go off and tell him the truth, didn’t you?”

“Again not my choice. He forced it out of me. I didn’t want him to think I had just abandoned them. Forgotten them! You know my life was perfect till you came along and had to fuck it all up!” I snapped at him.

“Oh believe me love, if you think I’m fucked up. Then you’re really not gonna be happy about what else is coming. Because of your reckless confession, now he’ll be after you.”

“If you mean my granddad that’s fine! At least now he knows his family hasn’t abandoned him!”

“I wasn’t referring to him.” He said grimly. Wait what? What was he meaning?

“Then what—”

“I’ll explain later. For now because of your big mouth, I’m gonna need to take you somewhere safe. Follow me.” He turned around and walked onward. I stayed in my spot thinking what could he be talking about? “Oi love stop your gawking and let’s get a move on! You’re exposed out here so let’s go!”

I followed behind him taking my bike with me as I kept thinking just what exactly could he be mean by Him. If it wasn’t my granddad I needed to worry about, then who?

*3rd Person POV*

Veronica was just finishing setting up the table for supper. She took her spinach casserole out of the oven and set it on the table and called up to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) dear. Dinner time!” when she didn’t get a response she looked up from the table and took off her oven mits. “(Y/n)?” she walked up the stairs. Unaware that a hand print came visible along the kitchen window.

Veronica came to (Y/n)’s room and when she looked inside and didn’t see her granddaughter there, she began to panic.

“(Y/n)? Where are you?” she looked in her closet hoping to find her hiding in there. “Don’t play around now love nana’s getting scared!” she quickly ran towards her son’s room to see if she had gone in there. She looked and looked but there was no sign of her granddaughter anywhere. “I love you so much don’t do this! (Y/n)!”

She came back downstairs and suddenly noticed that the house had grown colder. She thought maybe it had to do with the thermostat so grabbing her glasses she went over to the thing but saw that it was still at the normal temp. that her son always kept it on.

So……why was it growing colder and colder with each second?

As she could see her breath visibly come out with each exhale, a haunting, whispery like moan echoed through the house. Then she heard her name being called out.

“Veronica.” Panicked Veronica quickly went back up the stairs towards her room and quickly shut the door and locked it. She huddled against the corner of her room holding her Catholic cross necklace as she proceeded to plead the Lord’s prayer.

All the while her door suddenly started to frost over and started to bang and rattle, like someone was trying to break into her room.

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from……” as she continued with the Lord’s prayer only to have her door suddenly come down. And floating right there, she let out a horrified scream as she saw standing right before her very eyes.

The ghost of her dead husband. Beneath him a trail of black blood followed him as she slowly walked towards her extending his arm out to her. Groaning and moaning her name with agony.

Terrified Veronica let out a horrified scream as she tried to pray to God for protection.

“DELIVER US!” she cried out.

“Veronica……” She continued to scream in terror as she clenched her hand over her heart. “Help…..me…..” John pleaded as his mouth dropped in a haunting manner as Veronica finished.

“FROM….EVIL!!!” As she leaned her head against the wall all she could do was gasp and cry out in fear.

Coming in from another long shift at work, Robert came into the house and felt the coldness of it. But what frightened him was the fact he could hear his mother’s panicked screams from upstairs. He immediately dropped his stuff and raced up the stairs exclaiming.

“MUM!! MUM I’M COMING!!! HOLD ON!!” When he finally came into her room, the only thing he saw was his mum leaning against the corner, her face contorted into fear, tear stains on her face and she was clenching her heart in fear. “Mum! Mum are you okay what happened?”

She couldn’t speak. All that came out of her were gasps and whimpers of fear. Fearing she was having a heart attack, Robert phoned the ambulance.

Within minutes, they loaded her up and quickly took her to the hospital with Robert holding her hand trying to comfort his mum who was still in hysterics. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his daughter’s number.

*My POV*

Constantine had taken me to a safe house (to me it looked more like a bunker). All around there were books about spells, demons, every creature imaginable. Dusty tables with ingredients that you would find only in a voodoo shop.

“What is this place?”

“My own personal safe house. You were here before. Just down in the basement. Here no ghosts or demons can even get a mile from this place. Now then, let’s start off with—” my phone suddenly rang and he glared at me.

“Sorry it’s not like this is a movie theater.” I took my phone out and saw that it was my dad. Oh bugger! I internally groaned as I slid the answer button and I said slowly.

“Hey dad.”

‘First I’m not even gonna ask where you are. All I want you to do right now is get to London hospital as fast as you can.’

“What? What do you mean dad is everything okay?” before he could answer, I heard Nana Ronnie’s panicked voice gasp out.

‘My John! My John was a horrifying black-eyed demon!’ my eyes grew wide.

‘Just get to the hospital and I’ll meet you in the lobby. Your……Your nana’s had an accident.’ I was frozen in my spot.

“It can’t be.” I whispered.

‘(Y/n)? Did you hear what I said?’

“Yeah. Yeah dad I’ll be there soon.” I hung up the phone and Constantine looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Nana saw granddad. He scared her so badly that she’s on her way to the hospital.” He rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry love. I really am.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Well…….” I glared up at him telling him to not bullshit me.

“Don’t suddenly change your statement now. You’ve told me that something like this could happen. I should never have gone up to that farm in the first place. If I hadn’t nana wouldn’t be dying.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do! You should’ve heard her Constantine. She—she sounds like she could die from shock.”

“I hate to bring this up now love but—you do know what has to be done now right?” tears slipped down my face and I asked him.

“Promise me that they won’t suffer.”

“Passing on for a ghost is like going to sleep for us. I promise they won’t feel a thing. I’ll have a cabbie take you to the hospital to see your Nan and father. And hey,” he came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, “You’re doing the right thing. The spirits of Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon don’t belong here on Earth anymore. They’ve suffered enough being restless spirits. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

He then left the bunker without another word. Just like he promised within 10 minutes a cab was waiting for me outside and the cabbie drove me to the hospital.

Once I got there, I saw my dad sitting anxiously on one of the chairs in the waiting room. When he saw me, he came up to me and I looked up at him with eyes full of tears. We didn’t say a word till I suddenly embraced him and I wept into his chest, pleading for forgiveness.

My dad wrapped his arms around me and stroked down my hair trying to comfort me. Together the two of us sat there and waited until a doctor would come and tell us nana’s update.

*3rd Person POV*

As the night grew darker, John Constantine arrived at Rockfield farm studios to finally put an end to the restless spirits of Queen.

“Alright, first to send these guys onward. Then focus on the real threat.” He grabbed some essence candles, a container of salt, his lighter, and an old iron candelabra shaft. He walked towards the barn with his bag of ghost equipment and he said as he stood right out the house. “Time to finally have some fun.”

He walked up the steps of the porch and opened up the wooden door of the living quarters. As it opened, it made its famed creaking sound and Constantine slowly walked inside.

“Alright where are you yah hard rocker ghosts?” he muttered.

‘You want us John Constantine? You’ve got us!’ soon a swarm of starlings suddenly flew out from the fireplace and burst through the windows. Frantically making their chirps and calls as they swarmed practically the entire house. Knocking over every antiques scattered throughout the house, damaging the curtains, and most of all trying to get a stir out of Constantine.

Constantine swatted the birds away with the candelabra shaft but it didn’t deter them away. Then as quick as they came, they soon vanished and the only thing standing there was him and Brian May’s ghost.

“I should’ve known you were the one behind the animal’s odd behaviors. I forget you also had an interest in animals, right?” Brian’s snide smile was cold as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Call it a side hobby. And I don’t control them. I share their vision to see beyond the reaches of the farm.” Constantine nodded snidely and sarcastically stated.

“How sweet of you.”

“Now tell us this,” Roger’s voice soon spoke up. Roger came out from the raging fireplace and continued, “How is it that when our sweet, loving (Y/n) suddenly stops coming around, it’s your ugly mug that we have to keep seeing snooping about the farm grounds?”

“And more importantly, what did you do with our beloved darling?!” Freddie’s voice snarled as he came up behind Constantine.

“Look gents if you really think I harmed her in any way you’re poorly mistaken. I just gave her some strict warnings to stay away from here less her and her family be in danger. Now enough gab, and let’s get down to work.”

“What kind of trouble?” Deacy’s voice soon spoke up. Coming out from the shadows was John Deacon’s spirit.

“Ahh, the grandfather. The guest of honor at last has arrived.”

“Enough talk, what did you mean trouble?!” Deacy demanded.

“Nothing you need concern yourself about. I’ll handle it from here, for now you lot can just move on after I—” suddenly Constantine was pushed up against the wall. The iron candelabra was tossed out of his hand and soon Deacy stood face to face with Constantine.

“Tell. Me. What’s. After. My. Family?” Constantine sighed heavily.

“Not a what. A who. A demon has been eyeing your granddaughter ever since she met you lot.”

“A demon?” questioned Roger.

“Yes. Beelzebub. One of the high keepers of Hell.”

“What does he want with our (Y/n)?” demanded Freddie.

“Apparently he’s pissed at not only the fact that the living is conspiring with the dead. But that it’s family related. Having future generations meet face to face if one is dead and the other living is strictly forbidden according to Hell and Heaven’s laws. As soon as I found out that she was being targeted by Beelzebub, I’ve tried to send her warnings about it to stay away from here.”

“Those dreams she’s been having. You were behind them all along?” Freddie said.

“Yes. But apparently she still kept coming. Mostly because of you John Deacon. Then I got a message from one of Beelzebub’s lackies a week before I came in contact with (Y/n).

“More like kidnapped!” Brian hissed. Constantine rolled his eyes and continued.

“Kidnapped, met with her, same thing. The point is, he told me that Beelzebub was not only coming for her, but for the rest of her family too. And he’s already managed to trick your living wife into seeing what you’ve become.”

“He’s hurt Veronica!?” Deacy raged out as the house began to shake.

“Deacy, Deacy dear calm down.” Freddie tried to soothe.

“Not hurt. But he sure as hell gave your wife a hell of a scare. And if I don’t stop him now, he’ll hurt (Y/n) as well as her father.”

“Robert.” Deacy whispered. Constantine nodded.

“So because of her interacting with us, we’ve marked her for dead?” Roger asked.

“Not if we can stop Beelzebub first my darlings.” Freddie said.

“How Fred? We can’t leave the farm grounds. We tried to when we first became ghosts it’s impossible to leave!” Brian said.

“You guys won’t be going.” Deacy said.

Everyone looked at the young bass player’s spirit. His friends and brothers looked at him like he was talking crazy.

“Deacy you’re not suggesting…..”

“I am Brian. The only one going is me.”

“Absolutely not dear I positively forbid it! I forbid you going alone!” Freddie said as he floated right in front of Deacy.

“You can’t suede me Fred. Not this time.”

“Deacy I know—”

“No Brian you don’t know what I’m going through!” Deacy snapped.

“Deaks she’s our family too. We love her just as much as you do. If she’s in danger then let us help you.” Roger said.

“No Roger. I’ve already risked my living family’s lives, I don’t want to risk you guys too.” Deacy then turned to Constantine and he said in a firm tone, “Do you know a way a ghost can leave his burial prison?”

“There might be a spell.” Constantine shrugged nonchalantly.

“Perform it then.”

“Sorry mate can’t do that. See I only came here for one purpose and one purpose only. And that was to send you and your friends to the great beyond. If you lot don’t go then you put yourselves at even greater risk of going straight to the looney bin of ghosting.” Constantine then felt Deacy’s hand at his throat, slowly squeezing it and he was slowly being raised up till he was almost at the ceiling.

“And if you don’t brew up something that’ll allow me to save my family, I’ll reach into the deepest parts of your brain and pull out each painful memory one by one forcing you to feel exactly how I’ve suffered and will suffer if anything happens to my family.”

“Alright! Alright you win!” Deacy released his grip and Constantine was dropped to the floor. He rubbed his throat and let out a few coughs. “Bloody hell now I see where your granddaughter gets her stubbornness from.”

“Enough talk. What is it you need to brew this spell up?” Deacy ordered.

“Nothing to exotic. Just the skull of an owl, feather of a crow, fur of a black cat, a few bluebells, and a dash of paprika.”

“We can manage that. Roger you know where the paprika is, Brian you can get the bird stuff, and I know where to find Midnight.” Freddie said. The three ghosts all left the living room leaving the two Johns in the room.

“A word of warning for you John Deacon, your powers might not be as strong as they are here on the farm. Also you’ll be prone to every ghost weakness in the book. Iron especially.”

“I don’t care. All I want is for my family to be safe, and for Beelzebub to go back to hell where he belongs. He picked the wrong family to target.”

“Family man till the end. That’s either very admirable or very stupid of you.” when the guys got back with the ingredients, Constantine grabbed his bag and brought out the gauntlet he was going to use to send the guys away, and poured the ingredients in.

“Deacy are you sure you should go at this alone?” Freddie asked worriedly.

“It has to be me Fred. If Beelzebub wanted to get a message out to me, he should’ve had the balls to come here himself. Not bring (Y/n), Veronica or Robert into this mess.”

“Alright Deacon, it’s ready. Just stand right over there.” Constantine said as he pointed to the center of the room. Deacy floated to where Constantine wanted him. As he poured out the sand mixed with the ingredients he needed, Constantine began to chant in ancient tongues. He circled around John pouring the sand out till it formed a circle.

He stood in front of him and held his hands downward to the ground. The sand suddenly sparked into a ring of fire as Constantine’s chanting grew louder and faster. Freddie, Brian and Roger stood there in shock at seeing their youngest brother and band member suddenly in a ring of fire that seem to spin faster and faster as it rose over John’s entire body.

At one final command, the fire disappeared and John’s spirit was gone.

“Where did he go?” asked Freddie.

“He’s been sent to the heart of London. But finding his family is all up to him now.” Constantine explained.

The three ghosts turned to look at each other worriedly and hoped that their friend would be okay.

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roach-circus · 4 years

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Two Of Us - Platonic!Freddie x Reader

I’m so excited for this to be released! This is my first fic, the fluffiest, no smut. Word count is about 1.35k. Warnings-wise, I would just say that there’s a fair bit of angst, and that’s about it. If there is anything I missed, PLEASE let me know, and I am quite sorry. I have to thank and credit several writers dearly, @rhapsodyrecs read through this and gave me some fabulous feedback, even though it wasn’t a BoRhap fic. Thank you, love! And wow, I also definitely have to thank/credit @ineloqueent, she read through this as well, gave me some great suggestions, and helped me with several awful grammar issues. I cannot thank either of you enough, it really means a lot to me, especially for my first writing, I appreciate deeply the amount of support you both have given me. (Ok, slight-sappiness over now.) Although I don’t have a ton of followers, if anyone has any constructive criticism, further ideas/feedback, etc, please let me know if possible!♥️♥️

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The sun is far below the horizon when you arrive home. What that usually brings light to everyone on this earth is nowhere to be found.

As you trudge through the doorway of the flat you share with your best friend, Freddie, all you feel is stress and the overbearing weight of everything crumbling around you. You take your time, slowly removing your shoes and raincoat, before washing your hands and drying them on a decorative towel with cats on it. The towel makes you smile, with the picture of the carefree kittens prancing around in a field.

Swiftly moving to the pantry, you snag some chips, a box of mini-cupcakes, and select a bottle of pop from the counter. From there, you make a slow trek to your bed.

You place the treats on a plush chair and step over to your record shelf, pulling out “Let It Be” by the Beatles, and carefully placing it onto the player. Relief washing over you, you sit back in the chair and close your eyes as dialogue from “Two Of Us” pipes up from the record player beside you.

Although you are able to enjoy just sitting and relaxing, you feel nothing but dread for the day to come. It isn’t easy working in an office job, but it is especially difficult as a female in the 1970s with an office job. Your boss has no idea how to act around women, and your coworkers will never stop trying to find ways to get you to help them with their work. It’s also just very bleak, entering the same off-white building every day, doing essentially the same work until who knows when. You wish you could live like your roommate, passionate about your work and creating beautiful music for people to praise and appreciate. You wish you weren’t simply stuck watching him and his best friends touring and meeting new people, having the time of their lives. You want that.

By “I Me Mine,” you’re practically crying, not seeing a point in holding it back. But before you can, you hear the few greatly upbeat lines of,

“I me me mine!

I me me mine!

I me me mine!”

And you see your roommate, in purple fuzzy socks with cat ears, slide through the doorway to your room and crash into the back of your bed, giggling madly.

“How are you doing?” he asks nonchalantly as a giggle escapes you as well. The floorboards creak slightly as Freddie gets back on his feet. You want to tell him about everything, but you have trouble finding the words. All you can do in the moment is to look at the worn-down wooden planks of the floor, and half-mumble, “I’m having a bit of a hard time right now, Fred.”

You want to tell him about how much you resent your current occupation, but you can’t get it out. Instead, you chose to trudge over to your bed and sit near the backboard, and Freddie follows suit. You hold back your tears as he lifts his arm to place it around your shoulders,

“Do you want to talk about it?”

God, you do. But as soon as you open your mouth to speak, all that comes out is a sob. One, after the other, after the next. It was inevitable, but you don’t like for people to see you cry. It shows vulnerability, and that can be a dangerous thing. Freddie doesn’t look like he’s completely sure what to do, but he knows he needs to comfort you. He sits up and gives you the biggest, most sincere hug imaginable, and you couldn’t be more grateful for having someone in your life as much as you are right now.

You sit in silence for a few seconds, before Freddie says,

“Y/N, I’m deeply sorry, dear. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to help out?”

“I don’t think so. would you just stay with me, maybe?”

You aren’t sure if he’ll agree to this, so you mentally cross your fingers, hoping he will agree to. He’s one of the most supportive and sweet people you know, and his kindness is exactly what you need right now.

“Of course, darling. But, even if it’s just for tonight, I’m going to need you to feel better.”

“Oh god, Fred, you’re ga-”

But before you can get the words out, he attacks your sides and begins tickling you:

“AH! FREDDIE,” you cried, sputtering with laughter. “N-HA! HA! OH, YOU BITC-HAHAH!”

He tickled you until you were worn out from giggling, and only then did he sigh, and sit back satisfied with his work. “I can’t believe you would-hic!-betray me!” you feigned offense.

Your eventual rebuttal is the only thing you know he has a weak spot for: head scratches. When you place your hand on the back of his head and begin to run your fingers through his hair, he legitimately starts to purr.

“Awww, little kitty Fred!”

“Oh, fuck you Y/N,” he says jokingly.

A few years ago, you had discovered how much he liked for his hair to be petted. He would claim how much he resented it then a few minutes later would barely try to hide how much he enjoys it. It had made him feel better after several frustrating days at the studio, and never fails to do so now. And in all honesty, you feel better too, at least for the moment. Freddie has always been there to encourage you and sympathize through difficult times, and it truly means the world to you.

Freddie leans back, sliding into a half-resting position, and you mirror his position. Still in comfort-mode, he raises his arm up so that you can rest your head against his chest. The things Freddie is comfortable with when it comes to friends amuses you a bit, but you aren’t at all complaining. Sure, he has plenty of established boundaries, but those boundaries seem to recede a little when he knows a friend is in need of support.

He strokes your hair, a habit of comfort for both him and you. You’re grateful that you’re close enough with your roommate that you can comfort him or be comforted by him.

“You know,” you say, “I really love you, Fred. Thank you.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he replies, still playing with your hair. “You’ve always been with me through my troubles. we stick together.” He musses your hair again. And I love you too, darling.”

You sit in contented silence, while the record plays “The Long And Winding Road”.

“The wild and windy night

That the rain washed away

Has left a pool of tears

Crying for the day

Why leave me standing here?

Let me know the way.”

A peaceful song, it is, albeit with some sad undertones, but focusing on the melody kept you from reliving your dispirited thoughts of earlier. All you can think about now is the radiating warmth and peace of Freddie, and that is really all you felt like focusing on anyway.

You lean back into him and he wraps his arm around you. you could feel your eyelids lower, and you know that it is time to close them fully and try to get some sleep.

Feeling Freddie start to play with your hair again, you reopen your eyes and look to your side to find a little braid coming off of your head. Freddie notices your glance and responds, “Your hair is fun to mess with, love. It’s very soft. I think I’d start stealing your shampoo.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” you tell him. “I know you already are, Fred.”

You release a small laugh, and he does too.

Your eyes slip shut once more, and this time, Freddie’s do as well. As you return to that feeling of warmth and fluffiness, you sigh happily. Freddie takes that as a sign that he was successful in making you feel better. And he’s right. He always makes you feel better.

#first fic #platonic!freddie x reader #freddie mercury fic #fluff #angst

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somebodytoolove · 3 years

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𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

❅ written by @mazzell-ro

#freddie mercury #freddiemercuryedit #queen #freddie mercury x reader #platonic!freddie mercury x reader #two birds of a feather #ro writes #myedit #ro x beck collab #let it be christmas every day #my moodboards

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ineloqueent · 4 years

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take my word for it

Platonic!Freddie Mercury x Reader

synopsis: Freddie says that ‘minding your own business’ doesn’t count as working. he’d rather you help him get out of this interview instead.

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i hope this is (sort of..?) what you wanted, dear anon!

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12th of July, 1986

It was a busy day as part of the Queen crew.

As assistant to Phoebe, who managed wardrobe, you had a lot to do, because often, Phoebe was off with Freddie doing god knows what, and though you loved them both dearly, their absences quite often left you with the bulk of the work.

And today more so than ever, because tonight… Well, tonight was the Wembley show.

You’d been with Queen since sometime during the early ‘80s, but it was all such a maelstrom of gigs and press conferences and recording sessions that it was difficult to remember when it had all begun.

Short of Live Aid, this was proving to be the most stressful day of your life.

Everybody else seemed to agree, rushing about the place like they were preparing for a visit from royalty— which, alright, they sort of were. This was Queen, after all.

But there was more shouting and swearing than normal, and everywhere you looked, there were amps and loose leads, and lightning rigs hanging halfway down from the ceiling, soundboards covered in masking tape riddled with Sharpie scrawl, guitar cases and boxes labelled ‘drums’, crates and bags with the boys’ names on them, and in the midst of it all, Freddie leaning against a wall, smoking, and completely unperturbed by the chaos around him.

Freddie Mercury.

He thrived a little bit on chaos, you thought.

But then a man— one you did not recognise as part of either crew or catering staff— approached the singer, and Freddie straightened up, stubbing out his cigarette before promptly lighting another. He always did that when he thought he would be talking to someone for longer than he wanted to. You’d noticed. He always did it, before interviews.

Oh shit. It was an interviewer, who’d just approached him.

Despite the impression of those who did not know him well, Freddie was an inherently shy person, who revelled in the freedom his music gave him, because it allowed him to express himself without being inhibited by his introversion. But he did not like prying souls, as this man appeared to be, and he liked interviews even less.

He was looking for an escape, even before the interviewer pulled out his notebook and pen, before the accompanying cameraman popped the videotape into the camera, his fingers tapping against his trouser leg while his other hand fiddled excessively with the cigarette.

You wondered how the two of them had even gotten into the backstage area, with the extremity of the security measures in place today, and without Freddie having expected them to be there.

Then he spotted you.

“Y/N!” he beckoned to you.

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you might get away with ducking down the clothing rack you’d been rearranging. As much as you would have liked to help Freddie out of his sticky situation, you didn’t greatly enjoy the idea of getting involved with interviewers yourself.

You shook your head, but Freddie nodded emphatically, and when his two assailants spotted you, there was no longer any way out.

You bit your lip. Then you made your way over to Freddie and company, and Freddie pulled your arm through his, at once discarding his second cigarette.

“Hello darling,” he said brightly.

“And who might this be?” asked the interviewer as the cameraman switched on his camera.

Freddie smiled sweetly. “Moral support. Never go anywhere without it.”

He winked at you, and you tried not to roll your eyes.

“I’m going to get you for this, later,” you muttered.

“Oh, I know you will,” he responded amicably, barely moving his mouth as he spoke, to avoid the interviewer or the tape picking up on any of it. “But for now, you’re stuck with me.”

“So, the great Freddie Mercury,” the interviewer, whose name tag proclaimed ‘Mark’, began.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, and Freddie narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, well,” Freddie laughed, “I rather prefer ‘legendary’, if you don’t mind, dear.”

Mark balked. “Right, uh—”

“Are we going to be here all day? Come on, I know you have questions. Ask away. We’ve got a show to prepare for!”

Freddie squeezed your arm, and you nodded somberly.

“Right. Yes. Well. There have been some rumours in the press about—”

“They’re all true,” said Freddie.

“What—”

“Every single one of them. I’ve done everything.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you—”

Freddie turned to you. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Oh yes,” you assured the utterly confused interviewer. “Everything under the sun. He wouldn’t be legendary if he hadn’t.”

Freddie directed another angelic smile at Mark. “Next question,” he said.

“Oh. Right. Well.” Mark flipped through his notebook in a frantic manner, and Freddie winked at the cameraman. “Uh… People want to know—”

“I’m sure they do.”

“People want to know what you like best about being in the music industry..?”

Freddie scoffed. “Why, the music of course. If I hated our music, I’d have quit a long time ago.”

“Of course,” Mark nodded, as though he had a handle on the situation.

He very obviously did not.

Minutes of questioning, tried and failed, went by, and you and Freddie grew increasingly smug and giggly. Freddie was nothing if not professional, in both music and in deflection tactics. He could charm a zebra into dancing if it meant that he would be left alone.

Finally, exhausted, Mark addressed you.

“Y/N,” he all but sighed. “What do you do? Assuming you even work for Queen...”

The poor man was quite drained of energy. But still, you couldn’t find it in you to feel sorry for him, because he really was incredibly nosy in his questions.

“I run the wardrobe department,” you said, managing to keep a straight face, though Freddie bit back a laugh.

Mark frowned. “Okay…”

“Serves Phoebe right for not turning up to work on time,” you muttered to Freddie, and this time, he really did laugh, throwing his head back in a raucous cackle, as though someone had tickled his sides.

Mark eyed you disbelievingly. “Do you really manage wardrobe?” he said.

“Of course.” A slow grin spread across your face. “Take my word for it.”

Freddie sputtered again, and within moments, Mark and his cameraman had disappeared from the premises.

You laughed. “That was actually kind of fun.”

“It was a bit, wasn’t it?” Freddie said, smilingly shaking his head. “Now, don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite roadie.”

You peered at him skeptically. “I don’t know if I believe that, Fred.”

Freddie’s eyes twinkled.

“Take my word for it,” he said.

You shoved him and he laughed with you until the sky began to dim, and Brian and John and Roger and Phoebe turned up and demanded to know where the two of you had been for the whole of the day.

Drinks and storytelling thus ensued, and short of Live Aid, though this day had proved to be one of the most stressful of your life, it had also proved to be one of the best.

#tina's 300 sleepover #tina's writing #platonic!freddie mercury x reader

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liliah39 · 5 years

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Crazy Little Game of Love, Chapter 2

A/n: Thanks for reading! Send me some asks about the story, or who you want y/n to end up with! There will be an aesthetic board for this chapter in the next couple days to feature all the amazing clothing pieces in this chapter! As usual, lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist, this can also be Borhap!Queen x reader, and sorry for any typos :)

From the concept I posted: here

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Word Count: 7.8K+

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Freddie made you be yourself. Your first year of school was a whirlwind of crazy new adventures that he forced you to take, but you wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Of course there was some rule breaking, but as Freddie says, “Following all of societies rules makes life dreadfully boring.” In the beginning, he slept on your couch a lot because not only would the two of you be up until the early hours of the morning studying, gossiping, joking, or doing just about anything with each other, but also Freddie’s roommate was absolutely dreadful. He commonly picked on him for being Indian and was downright awful to him, so about 3 months into your amazing friendship he was practically living in your room anyways, so the two of you bought a pull out couch and set your room up as a dual dorm. Closet space became a serious problem, since you each had a lot of clothes, so you both resulted to keeping your clothes that weren’t in season in tubs, keeping pants folded in tubs, and splitting the closet down the middle. For the coming school year, Freddie just lied that he’d be living off campus, and instead stayed in your room again. You made him a copy of all the keys he’d need to get in, and although you were nervous about getting caught, Freddie assured you wouldn’t, and you ended up just being happy you’d have someone to live with.

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You hadn’t spoken to your parents in quite some time. When Christmas came, you called them two weeks before and explained your situation, and to say the least, they were absolutely furious. They demanded you come home instantly and even tried calling the school, but as you said to John all those months ago, there was nothing they could do. You were a legal adult who was entirely paying for her own college. Freddie said they were trying to push some “tough love” on you when they told you that you wouldn’t be seeing them on Christmas or any breaks unless you came home, thinking that would break you, but instead you put on a strong façade and told your mother that if that was how she was going to treat her daughter, than you wanted nothing to do with them and hung up, immediately flinging into Freddie’s arms and crying hysterically. In that moment, Fred scooped you up and carried you to your shared room and held you in his lap as you cried until you fell asleep that night. He’d never seen you so depressed. You barely spoke to him and didn’t leave the room for a week. One day, when Freddie came home from his class, he walked in to find you laying on your side facing the wall, unsure if you were asleep, so he decided to tell you the good news anyways.

“Hello darling. I know you haven’t wanted to talk, and that’s perfectly fine, but I just hope you’re as okay as you can be. I think about you all day. I’m dreadfully worried about you. Well, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I left quite early this morning and instead went to see my mum and dad. I told them about what happened and they feel awful. Even though we’re from India, ever since we came here we’ve always celebrated Christmas to be more a part of British culture. They said no one should be alone on Christmas, and you’re more than welcome to come stay with us? Mum and I went out shopping, and we already have presents for you, love. All you have to do is say you’ll come with me.” You’d never heard Freddie speak so quietly and sad, and didn’t move a muscle for a couple minutes. Freddie thought he was speaking to a wall until he saw the small shake of your shoulders as you croaked out,

“Really?” You rolled over to see your friend with a big smile on his face.

“Well of course, darling! You’re like the twin I never had; you’re my better half and I love you with all my heart. Anywhere I go, you’re always welcome to accompany me.”

Freddie didn’t need a verbal confirmation that you’d be joining him. Instead, you stepped out of your bed for the first time in days, ran over to him and engulfed him in a massive hug, quietly sobbing into his shoulder as you whispered, “Thank you” over and over again.

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Freddie’s family became your own, and you felt as if they were the parents you never had. They loved to hear the two of you play your instruments together in their family room, and felt as though you really had a special connection. One night after Christmas you and Freddie decided to go out to see a band play at a local college club, and before you stepped out of the door in your favorite clubbing disco dress with a thin, yet cute coat over it, Bomi, Freddie’s dad stopped you both.

“Hold on. No daughter of mine is going out in this weather without a proper coat.” He smiled.

“Daughter?” You replied, unable to control the smile growing on your face.

“Daughter. Now here dear, you can borrow mums fur coat. Don’t lose it!” He said with a finger in your face.

“I won’t, not in a million years. Thanks Mr. Bulsara.”

“You can call me dad, y/n, if you want to. We don’t mind. Everyone deserves to have supportive parents, and we’d love to fill that gap.”

You immediately teared up from your happiness at the situation you were in. You finally had a home. “Thank you, dad.” You enveloped him in a tight hug, and after a little while he patted your back and said,

“Now go have fun! But not too much fun! Don’t let anything happen to her Farrokh!” He called after you as he pushed you out the door.

You both turned to see him at the door and blew him a kiss simultaneously as you walked hand in hand to the car.

“I’m mad at you, y/n.” Freddie pouted.

“What could I have possibly done now?” You laughed, exasperated of his daily dramatics.

“Dad let you borrow mum's fur coat. I never get to borrow mum’s fur coat!” He sighed flamboyantly.

“Oh, hush. Poor Farrokh.” You dragged, eager to mock him.

“If you keep calling me that, I’ll actually be mad!”

“But it’s so cute!”

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You arrived at the club, and noticed all of the posters for the band strategically placed around the room. The band was called Smile, and Freddie said he’d been following them for quite some time now.

“So, you think they’re good then, Fred?”

“Well, they have great potential.” He strategically replied.

“So, they’re only half good?” You sighed.

“Just wait and see, I can’t explain it.” Freddie quickly brushed the subject away. “Come on love! We’ve got 25 minutes before they come on. Let’s dance!” And just as quickly as he brushed away the subject, he’d grabbed your hand and whisked you off to the front of the dance floor.

You recognized the song immediately: Le Freak, by Chic. “Seriously Fred?! Front of the floor where everyone can see us?!” You screamed over the loud music, laughing as Freddie spinned you.

“Of course darling! You’re a marvelous dancer. Show it and have fun!”

Freddie was right; you were an excellent dancer. You naturally had great rhythm from playing violin for so long, and your dancing to disco was the perfect mix between popular disco dancing and more sultry, sexier moves. Next, Brick House by the Commodores came on, and the crowd cheered, and so did you and Fred. The two of you had come up with some sort of routine to this in your dorm when you were bored. “Freddie! Did you put this on?” You squealed.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Now show everyone our marvelous routine. Since we’re not the act, we must put on our own show!” He declared.

You started your choreography, immediately getting nervous, because this dance you’d made up required a lot of hip movement, and you were kind of embarrassed to do it in public. When you got to the place where you were standing right in front of Freddie for the chorus, he whispered in your ear, “Let loose darling, just pretend we’re back home.”

And that was all you needed to let loose and really get into the moment. Freddie carefully pulled his mother’s coat from your shoulders and threw it on the edge of the stage in front of you. Little did you know, there were two pairs of eyes watching you intently.

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“Brian! Brian hurry! You’ve got to see this girl dancing!” Roger yelled back to the small room they were using a dressing room.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! She can’t be anyone I haven’t seen before, Rog, we hardly ever get new audience members.” Brian said as he walked to the curtain his friend was peering behind. “I’m sure she’s pretty, but she can’t be that p-” and for the first time in his life, Brian had set eyes on the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. “Holy shit.”

“I told you!!” Roger smirked, and continued gawking at you.

“She’s gorgeous.” Brian stated, still in awe of the dancing he was witnessing.

“She’s a goddess.” Roger replied in the same tone.

“How the hell does she move her hips like that mate?”

“I don’t know Bri, but I’d like to find out. Say, that bloke she’s with, he’s a regular of ours, right?”

Roger asked.

“Yup. Lucky Bastard.” Brian said as they watched you press your back up against Freddie.

The song ended, much to Brian and Roger’s demise, and with an angelic smile on your face you grabbed mum’s fur coat and draped it over your shoulders.

“She wears fur coats too? I don’t even know her name and she’s gonna be the bloody death of me Brian. Bloody hell.” Roger sighed.

“Guys! We’re going on in 10! Get back here!” Tim yelled to his band mates, and much to their disappointment, Brian and Roger returned to the dressing room.

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As the band prepared to go on, Freddie grabbed you a water to cool down, and you noticed the blonde drummer. Not bad looking, not in the slightest bit. The guitarist was cute too, but once they started playing, you broke from your trance and could see why Fred wouldn’t give you his honest opinion. When he returned, you said, “I see what you mean Fred. They all have potential, but just don’t work great together. The drummer and guitarist are doing pretty okay though.”

“And that’s why I’m going to be their new singer.” Freddie said nonchalantly.

You almost spit out your water. “What? How?”

“Oh I don’t know yet, darling. But I always get my way.” Freddie watched them intently until the end of their show, and you left soon after. You weren’t crazy about Smile, so you hardly ever went to their performances with Freddie. But hey, at least it’s members were cute.

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About One year later, October 1970:

It was the next school year, your sophomore year and Freddie’s senior year, and Freddie was still living in your dorm. The two of you couldn’t have been happier to do everything with each other. You were truly the definition of best friends.

“Y/n hurry up! You look fine, darling! Your dress looks great, you look great, your hair is fine, now let’s go!” Freddie sassed, hands on his hips while he absentmindedly paced around the room.

“Oh would you look at that? The Queen of making me fashionably late to everything is sassing me for making him late! Oh how the tables have turned.” You smirked, turning back to the mirror to complete your makeup. You could see his face in the background of the mirror. He was evidently pissed off, yet also laughing at your quirks at the same time.

“I’m glad someone finally noticed I’m the queen around here.” He quickly snapped back as your tried to hold in your laughter. You’d just finished your eye shadow and went to grab your eyeliner, when Freddie quickly snatched it out of your hand.

“What the hell was that for!” You fumed, face turning red.

“Oh hush darling, we both know you’re dreadful at doing eyeliner. Now close your eyes so we can get out of here.” You obeyed his command and closed your eyes, and Freddie quickly gave you the perfect eyeliner.

As you admired his work while you put on mascara, you quietly muttered, “I really don’t know how you do it. My hands always shake. Takes me-“

“Ten tries to do your eyeliner! We know! Now let’s go, y/n!” Freddie grabbed your hand and yanked you out the door just as you finished your last stroke of mascara and grabbed mum’s coat, leaving you laughing like a mad man at your friends’ impulsiveness.

“Freddie Mercury! You’ll be the death of me!” you screeched. Freddie had just legally changed his last name to Mercury right as the new, still untitled band had formed, not wanting his mates to know him as anything else. Since Freddie’s parents let you bring Jer’s coat back to school, you and Freddie shared it frequently. Although more often than not you fought over who would wear it, since you went everywhere together.

The two of you walked close side by side down the busy London streets toward Imperial College where Freddie’s new band mates, Brian and Roger, go to school and had secured the four of them a large practice space in the music building. The trees were filled with leaves around you, and it was a rare, yet beautifully sunny day in London. You were just happy to spend it with your best friend.

“Say, Fred. Brian and Roger. Are they the same blokes of the same name from that awful band you took me to in December?” You quipped, knowing your choice of words would irritate him.

“For the millionth time, the band wasn’t bad, they just weren’t right. I told you all they needed was me, and they got me.” Freddie proudly stated, puffing his chest out as he walked. His confidence overwhelmed you at times. Not in a bad way. Just… interesting, to say the least.

“And, how are they? Do you like them?” You interrogated. You and Fred had both come quite protective of one another, so naturally, you had to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“I love them. We’ve become good friends. We held auditions for a bassist, found a guy named John. He fit with our style the best. I want to get to know him more. He’s quite talented, just awfully quiet. But we’ll be friends soon; I’m not worried about it. I’m quite easy to become friends with. Some girl I’m close with told me so.” he winked, and started fast walking ahead of you.

“Hey, wait up!” You said as you jogged to him. Once you reached him, you took his hand in yours, not romantically in any way, but just as close friends do when discussing something serious. “Is that so, that some girl told you that you were easy to become friends with? Quite a compliment huh?”

“Oh, one of the very best compliments I’ve ever gotten, darling. I’m quite close with her actually. She’s rather great.” He smugly said as the two of you continued your little game.

“Is she now? What’s she like? You still friends with her?” You laughed.

“Oh yes. And of course we’re still friends! I’d never let someone like her slip away! Not in a million years. I’d even say she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. No one could ever take her place. She’s sweet, kind, caring, hilarious; the list goes on and on, darling.”

The two of you just smiled at each other after that. Sometimes, no words had to be said. A look said one thousand words. “You’re my eternal best friend too.”

“I like that! Eternal best friends. What a title! You’re a genius. This is exactly why we’re friends darling, we think so alike.” Once again the two of you had nothing to say.

A couple minutes later you said. “Love ya Fred.”

And he looked down at you with a smile and said “Love ya too.”

As the two of you entered the college and followed the hand drawn map one of Freddie's friends must have drawn for him, you remembered about the new bassist Freddie was speaking of. John. John the bassist. Could it be? Could it actually be your friend John Deacon from High School? Though you knew it was silly of you to assume it was your childhood friend, for John was just about the most common name of the century, and you were sure multiple John’s played the bass, a little part of you wanted it to be your friend. You wanted to make things right.

“Hey Fred, that bassist you mentioned. You know his last name?”

“Why?”

“Oh just wondering is all. Might know him.” You tried not to let on you were thinking about your childhood friend John. Anytime you brought him up to Freddie, you always ended up crying and he’d end up worrying about you, so you figured at this point it was better to just say nothing.

“I mean I do, and I don’t. I’ve heard it before, I just forgot it.” He quickly spat out, opening the door to the music building for you both.

You walked in silence, encompassed by your thoughts until Freddie opened another door into a large rehearsal space. Freddie said hello to his mates, tapped your arm to say he’d be leaving you, and went to warm up on the piano in the corner. You took off your coat and placed it on the large chair to the right of the door. The other three members were there faced away from you tending to their instruments. You immediately recognized Roger, the blonde from that band Smile. His hair could make him stand out miles away. You then noticed the other, dark, curly haired man picking up a guitar, whom you also recognized from the band, and assumed he was Brian. That left the newly appointed bassist who was still facing away from you. He nearly took your breath away. From behind, he looked just like your John. Was it possible? His long, wavy, light brown hair stopped just below his shoulders, and you watched him intently.

“Darling,” Freddie called to you, “This is Roger, that’s Brian, and over there is John. Everyone, this is y/n.”

At the mention of your name, the bassist whipped his head around to look at you. It was him. It was John Deacon. John Deacon, your friend all throughout grade school. Your friend that you ditched, and then felt bad about it for the entire year following your mistake.

“Lovely?” He asked face full of surprise and happiness.

“Deaky?” You replied back, just as surprised and happy as your old friend.

You ran to him and jumped into his arms, and he tightly held you as he picked you up and spun you around.

“You’re here?! What are you doing here love! It's been a year! You look amazing! How’s school and-” John was speaking a mile a minute. He probably had millions of questions for you, though that was understandable considering the way you left things. His arms were still around you as you two stood pressed against each other.

You cut him off, laughing. “John, John! I can only answer so many questions love! Why of course I’m here! I met Freddie at school! He’s been my saving grace over the last year. You look wonderful too! School’s just fine. You know, school.” You laughed, nervously. Hoping to avoid the topic of your parents. Your parents. You’d just realized you hadn’t spoken to them or seen them in over a year. What a dreadful thought.

Brian and Roger only saw you from behind as you and John stood intertwined. Roger sat on his bass drum, dumbfounded at the interaction happening in front of him, while Brian started to put two and two together, realizing you were the girl he entitled “the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen” in December.

You turned around to say hello to Brian and Roger and formally introduce yourself, but as you turned around Brian loudly gasped, confusing you. Brian nudged Roger as he still sat there clueless, just happy to see a pretty girl in front of him. “What was that for, mate?” Roger whined as Brian quickly flashed his eyes between you, Freddie, and your fur coat. You saw a lightbulb go off in Rogers’ brain as he remarked, “Oh. My. God.” and shook Brian’s arm with a huge smile.

You stood in front of John, completely confused at the situation unfurling in front of you. Both men quickly stood up and rushed toward you.

“Hi, I’m Roger. Roger Taylor.”

“Hello love, I’m Brian.”

They said simultaneously, Roger with a cocky smirk and Brian with an endearing smile. Then, both realizing they spoke at the same time, quickly turned their heads at each other, flashed a look of disbelief and anger, and started quietly bickering. You found their actions quite adorable, and let out an airy laugh which immediately stopped their feud, making them look at you intently.

“Hi dears,” you said, still chuckling, “I’m y/n. Pleasure to finally meet you! I came to one of your Smile concerts with Freddie.” you smiled.

To your amuse, both men stuttered, unable to form a sentence. John looked on, trying to piece together what was happening, yet also getting jealous at his two new band mates for flirting with you. Though he hadn’t seen you in a year, and planned to ask you out two August’s ago, he still hadn’t gotten over you. Now that you were back in his life, he was going to make sure you stayed.

“Oh I know. Couldn’t forget you love.” Roger finally managed to say, while Brian stuttered,

“Y-you’re absolutely gorgeous.” And immediately hitting himself in the head.

You laughed again, “Well thank you both! Especially you Brian.” You placed a hand on his chest as you walked toward the other side of the room toward Freddie who was sitting on the piano bench, laughing hysterically at the situation in front of him. As soon as you got close to him, he grabbed your arm and yanked you down next to him.

“You know John?!” He whisper screamed.

“Freddie! That’s John.” You responded back in the same tone. The three boys watched your whisper-argument with curiosity.

“Well I know that darling! But how do you know him!”

“Fred. It’s. J o h n. John my best friend who’s heart I broke right before I came to college!”

Freddie let out a loud gasp and covered his mouth, leaving you two laughing hysterically for a moment, and then you turned back to your important discussion.

“And your friends, Brian and Roger, are completely gawking over me!”

“Oh I know darling! It’s quite hilarious! John likes you too, you know. I can tell by the way he looks at you” Freddie whispered, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh hush, he does not!”

“So does, darling. This is going to be quite interesting.” He smirked.

Brian cleared his throat, catching yours and Freddie’s attention. “So, um, how exactly do you two know each other?”

“Oh!” you perkily responded. “We live together!” You said, grabbing Fred’s hand and smiling at him.

“Fuck.” Roger muttered under his breath, yet audible enough for the room to hear.

“Oh! No! It’s not like that!” You said, letting go of Freddie’s hand, both of you laughing.

“No darlings, not like that at all.” Freddie added.

“Freddie’s my best friend. He helped me through some really rough patches, and I him, so he ended up moving into my dorm, and now we’re entirely inseparable.” You assured.

“That used to be me.” John said, sadly.

“Oh Deaky,” You said, walking to his side. “We’ll get there again, I promise.”

“Yes dear, very well. Say you also need to talk to him and explain things soon!” Freddie chipped in.

“Freddie!” You said, turning to him. Eyes wide and fuming with an, ‘are you kidding me?’ Look.

“Hold on love, hold on.” Roger interjected. “Deaky? You call him Deaky?” Roger smiled.

The other three members laughed at your nickname, and Freddie shouted “We’re so taking that! What an amazing nickname! I’m so glad I dragged you with me today! This is like watching a sit-com from over here in my nice cozy piano corner.” Brian, Roger, and Freddie were still in a bout of hysterics when John interjected,

“Well, I always found it quite endearing.” He said, quiet as a mouse. His body language said he was dreadfully nervous. Was it from the situation, or from you?

The other three stopped instantly. “What do you mean, always John?” Brian asked.

“Well y/n’s always called me Deaky, and I always called her Lovely. You know why? Remember that song, Isn’t She Lovely? Well, the description in that song is just her.” John smiled at you. “She’s an amazing violinist, that’s actually what she’s going to school for, right?” John asked you.

“Yes! Oh I couldn’t change my major for the world. Violin performance. I hope to be in a symphony or something one day. It’s truly my passion.” You explained to Brian and Roger.

“And if I may interject,” Freddie began.

“Well you’re going to anyways, so get on with it.” You said sarcastically, earning a laugh from your admirers.

“Man, cats and dogs you two, eh?” Roger said.

“Yes darling but I’m the cat.” Freddie proclaimed, sitting up as straight as possible, extremely proud of his friends analogy, and clinging to it as some sort of defense from the earful he was sure to get when the two of you got home.

“Get on with it Fred!” You said, clearly annoyed.

“Oh! Right! Well, Roger, you were saying it annoys you when Brian plays his guitar in your apartment sometimes, and Brian, I’m almost positive you said the same about Roger and his drums. But with y/n? It’s not like that one bit. I’ve never heard anyone play like that. It’s mesmerizing. Absolutely angelic. Sometimes I ask her to play just so I can fall asleep. She’s really a true talent.” His compliments cleared away your annoyance, and filled your heart with smiles. Though he got on your nerves, Freddie truly was the angel in your life.

“Well, I’d love to hear you play one time, y/n. That is, only if you’re up to it.” Brian said, and you nodded in approval of his proposal. “But say, John, you never did really get into how you two knew each other?”

“Y/n and I went to primary school all the way through high school together. We lived quite close together too, always were good friends.” You noticed his emphasis on the word were, and it made your stomach drop. His tone then turned more pushy. It showed how hurt he was. “We grew up in the small, cute town of Leicester. I love it. Though I guess it’s not big enough for some.” John said, glaring your way.

“John, please stop.” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as a tear fell down your face.

He ignored your request. “Well, we were the closest of friends, until our last day. Was actually my birthday, in fact, and her last day before college too. And well, let’s just say out of respect we haven’t seen each other, talked to each other, or written to each other since.” He said angrily, pushing his point through each sentence. He was trying to prove how hurt he was.

At this point you were completely silently crying, yet the tears fell down your face profusely. Freddie stood protectively, and slowly walked toward the four of you, but was unsure of how to handle the situation. “John please. You know it’s not like that.” You said, voice full of disbelief at the things he was saying to you, and crossing your arms for some sort of protection. But he wasn’t done.

“I visit Leicester frequently. Love to see everyone I grew up with. Say y/n, how are your parents? They doing alright? Handling everything swell? Where’d you go for your annual summer trip.” John smiled, knowing he got his message through to you, and probably everyone in the room, yet everyone saw through him to how hurt he really was. Although, his last four questions were your breaking point.

You threw him a look of disbelief and hurt, and you saw his smirk fade and eyes soften, yet wide in realization of what he just said. You stared at him for a moment more, let out a breath of disgust and turned, storming for your coat to flee out the door. You saw Freddie instantly step to follow you. “Don’t follow me right now, Freddie.” You warned.

As you reached your coat, Freddie put his hand on your shoulder. Which you immediately brushed off. “Fred, leave me alone.” You spat out through your tears, which were flowing uncontrollably. You put on your jacket, and stormed to the door. Yet Freddie, being the devoted eternal best friend he was, followed quickly in your footsteps and reached to open the door for you, which made you absolutely livid.

“Farrokh Bulsara! Stop! Leave me alone! I don’t want to see you right now!” You screamed through your tears, which left Freddie motionless as you turned around and slammed the door in his face.

Freddie turned back toward the boys, and saw John sitting in the window crying. Though he was furious with him, he understood why he did what he did. He was extremely hurt by the actions you pulled months prior, and had probably spoken to your parents in one of his visits home, and could see how they were hurting too. Brian and Roger just sat there clueless, yet Roger had a fire in his eye that gave Freddie the impression he was going to punch John. He broke the silence.

“I know all about this situation. Heard about it more than I’d like to admit, but I want you two to know that our Johnny boy is not at fault here. We’re his actions wrong? Yes. Darling, you were a little harsh, but considering the situation, she had it coming. I just don’t think she realized how hurt you are, and when it all came out she perceived it as hatred. It was too much for her to handle all at once. This is why I said you two need to talk.” Freddie said, his last sentence filled with anger.

“Right now though John, I’d appreciate it if you’d come sit here across from me. I need to fill you in.” Freddie's protectiveness was coming out. John humbly got up from his recluse location and slowly meandered to the seat he was instructed to sit in.

“Darlings?” he addressed Brian and Roger. “Could one of you go find her?” His eyes pleaded how worried he was, and Brian pulled Roger to the side.

“Rog, I’ll go find her, but you’ve gotta stay here.” He warned.

“Why do you get to go after the pretty girl Brian. Not fair to me, ya know. I haven’t had a girl in weeks!”

“And I haven’t had one for months! But this is beside the point right now Rog. If they get in a fight, you can break it up better than I can. And one of us should stay so that way we can judge John’s character and see if it’s actually not his fault, as Freddie says. I vote you to stay back.”

Roger paused for a moment, taking in what Brian said. “Alright fine.” He resigned.

“But pay attention. I’d like to know the situation at hand.” He said, putting on his coat and walking out the door.

Roger walked back over to the two seated men, and leaned on the wall in between them. “Brian went to get ‘er. She’ll be alright Fred.”

“Alright then let’s get started. I already know the whole situation, so tell me how you’ve been feeling, Deacon, and then I’ll fill you in on y/n’s point of view.” He said, with a renewed tone of voice in his normal, calming tone.

“Wait, wait I’m sorry, before you start. Y/n called you Farrokh?” Roger asked.

“Oh shut up.”

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Brian walked the entire premise, dumbfounded as to where you could be, and then thought to check the biology garden which was behind the music school. He originally didn’t see you, and thought he would be going back to the band, until he heard a sniffle, and saw it coming from a white furry blob sitting among the pumpkins, and headed your way.

“Hey Cinderella, didn’t make it home from the ball in time?” He joked, and you looked up at him, and chuckled through your tears. He sat down next to you, both of your backs leaning on the large pumpkin behind you, and he put an arm around your shoulders, with you immediately burying your head in his chest, and continued crying. Brian rubbed his hand on your back, whispering “Shh” in an attempt to calm you down.

A couple minutes later after you had finished crying, you looked up at him and said,

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“I know. That’s fine. I’m just here to be with you. Ensure you’re not alone.”

A couple more minutes of silence.

“Once you find out you’ll think less of me. You’re destined to find out.” You sighed.

Brian chuckled. “Love, that’s not possible.”

“What do you mean?”

He laughed again, nervous to tell you. “Y/n, you’re even perfect when you cry. Not many people can say that.”

“That’s impossible, Bri. I-”

“Love, you know what I said when I first saw you?”

“Yes, you said, ‘Hello love, I’m Brian.’” You laughed in that airy, angelic laugh of yours.

God, that laugh. Brian thought. That laugh could stop my heart and I’d be okay with it. “Not today dear, way back in December, Roger noticed you dancing before our show and called me over,”

“Called you over for what?”

“Oh, well- uh” he let out a nervous laugh “that’s beside the fact. You know what I thought when I first saw you?”

The October wind blew your hair out of your face, and you shook your head no.

“I thought, ‘that’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’. Swear to god. I’m an awful liar. I’m not joking with you love, and even though ten months have passed, I still stand by my statement. No one else has ever taken my breath away like that.” He smiled at you, and laughed because of how nervous he was.

You smiled at him in disbelief of the words he was saying, and a single tear streamed down your face, though not a tear of sadness, a tear of happiness.

“Oh no no no love don’t cry again! I’m so sorry what did I do?” he said frantically, reaching a hand up to brush away your tear.

You chuckled again, and grabbed his wrist and pulled it down from your face, taking his hand in yours. “Oh nothing at all Brian, in fact you did everything right. What you said…made me so happy. It’s just- no one has ever said ever said that about me before. It was so sweet.” You looked up at him, smiling.

“You’re joking, no one’s told you how gorgeous you are before?”

You shook your head.

“Well maybe you’ve just been in the wrong place your whole life.” he smiled.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been saying that for a while now.”

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You and Brian re entered the room to find the three guys laughing like old friends.

“It must have gone well” Brian bent down and whispered in your year, causing you to giggle. At the sound of a new noise in the room, John, Freddie, and Roger looked at you and Brian intently, and the room quieted.

Freddie hesitantly walked up toward you like a scared puppy that was afraid to be scolded, and stopped about 3 feet away from you, warily looking at you to see if you’d push him away again.

“Come here Freddie.” You smiled with open arms and he engulfed you in a large hug.

“It’s all going to be just fine. I’ve made sure of it.” He said.

“I’m gonna go Fred.” You bashfully admitted.

“Nonsense! You shouldn’t walk alone and you must hear us! Give me your opinion! Help think of a band name! After all, what are eternal best friends for!”

“Okay, okay.” You resigned.

As you broke your hug, you declared, “Now, after an hour and a half of drama, why don’t you do what we all came her for, and what I came to hear! Play me things! I want to hear what you’ve got.” You smiled, sitting on the ground right in front of Freddie’s mic stand to ensure you got an absolute front row seat.

They played an old Smile song called Doing Alright, and about 4 covers of artists like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and Elvis Presley, and you paid attention to each of them, with all of their skills shining through. You understood what Fred meant now. All of them are amazing players, Tim just wasn’t the right person to unify Roger and Brian. But together, the four of them produced an amazing sound. It was something you knew was just perfect. As they finished, you stood from your sitting position and clapped.

“Bravo! You play wonderfully together! I’m so glad I came for this!” You said, hugging them each. Besides Freddie, whose hugs you were used to, Roger’s was the most passionate, though John’s was very nervous, short, and shy, although that made sense with the situation at hand.

You chatted with Freddie as they packed up, though he had the least to do and you were ready to leave quickly. You said your goodbyes to everyone, and headed out the door.

John left about 10 minutes after you and Freddie, leaving Brian and Roger to close up the room.

“She obviously likes you more right now mate, ‘cause you were her knight in shining armor. It’s not fair Brian. Though watch out, I’m gonna get ‘er soon. ‘ve got a plan.” Roger said jokingly, although he was entirely serious.

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You and Freddie had been walking hand-in-hand on your way back home, though neither of you said a word. About 10 minutes into your journey you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Freddie. For the way I acted earlier. I was hurt, and just wanted to be left alone and didn’t express it correctly. You know how much you mean to me, and it’s just how I am sometimes. I know that’s no justification, but it’s the truth. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t you worry bout a thing, darling. We’re just fine. I’ve lived with you for over a year, and you don’t think I know your crazy antics?” he chuckled. “You’re absolutely fine. John was being a Class A dick, how else were you supposed to act? Do I think there was the right place? Absolutely not. But it happened, and I hate to not take your side, but you know you had it coming.”

“I know.” you guiltily admitted

Freddie stopped walking. “Come here love.”

You buried your head in his chest, and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“I could never be mad at you. We’re eternal best friends.” He quietly admitted.

“Eternal best friends forever.” You responded, smiling into his multicolored coat.

“You know, you smell like my mom in this coat. It’s quite odd.” Freddie admitted, which broke your hug, ruined the moment, and left the two of you hysterically laughing.

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About two hours after you got home, you and Freddie were both doing school work on your bed. You were adding some markings to a violin solo while he drew a new design, when you heard a knock on the door. You looked at Freddie, hoping to coax him into getting it with a look, but he just smiled as if he had a sixth sense as to who was behind that door. Seeing as he wasn’t budging, you opened the door, and the sight nearly took your breath away. It was John, holding a bouquet of flowers with a little plastic thing in the middle of them that read “I’m sorry”.

“Oh John!” Freddie said. “So good to see you! Come right on in, I was actually just going to the coffee shop to work on my drawing further. I’ll bring you back our normal, love.” And with that he quickly put his drawing and pencils in his messenger bag, threw his jacket on, and just before he closed the door behind himself he winked at you. Of course Freddie had something to do with this. How would John have gotten to your exact dorm without him. His people skills were astounding.

“John! Thank you for the flowers, you’re too sweet.” You took them from him, and pulled him in for a hug. “Please, come sit!” You motioned him over to your bed.

“I truly am sorry, Lovely. You were my best friend, and then to just have you out of my life like that was a complete shock to say the least. All the hurt I was feeling just came out, and not nearly in any logical fashion. I was hurtful, and I’m so sorry. I know it was a funny way of showing it, but I am. Freddie told me your point of view, and I guess I understand now. He told me how this was your dream, and of how well you were doing in school, and even how unsupportive your parents were even before you game here, and especially how they were when you called them at Christmas. I didn’t realize how stressful things were. I’m sorry for bringing them up. I understand why you did things the way you did now, but I’m just hoping you don’t still want me out of your life. Freddie said how you’d been crying about not talking to me, and just as much as you’ve been crying, I’ve been crying more. I’ve been wanting to reach out to you, but I was afraid I’d anger you. I didn’t know what to do. I just want you back in my life, Lovely. I need you. Life is hard without your best friend. I know Freddie took my-”

You were softly crying at his words, not in a bad or hurt way, just overwhelmed with emotion. “Deaky, Freddie could never take your place. I’ve known him for a year, I’ve known you since primary school. We’re a different kind of friendship. I realized I messed up with you in my first 2 weeks of school, and was crying my eyes out on the daily, wanting to call you, yet I thought you’d be furious with me, so I made myself hold off. I know it was a bitchy move. I’m just hoping you’ll forgive me?”

John laughed through his tears. “I forgave you as soon as you left me y/n. Was I hurt? Yeah. What you saw today was all my hurt coming out. But I couldn’t stay mad at you. Not then, not now, not ever.” he smiled.

You hurriedly wrapped him in a huge hug, both of you softly crying on contact, just so happy to have your friend back.

“I want my Deaky back. I’m not pushing you away again. God, I don’t think I could handle it.”

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John stayed 2 hours longer until Freddie returned home with a white chai latte for you both, and said his goodbyes. You were so happy to have had that time to catch up over the last year with your John, that you were practically dancing around the dorm, which made Freddie smile.

“I know you helped with that, Fred. Gave him our address I mean. I don’t mind in the slightest bit. It made me so happy to see him. So I guess this is a thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip of your latte.

“You didn’t fuck him while I was gone, did you? Well if you did, good job love. But I’m just wondering because it’d explain your giddiness.”

You almost spat out your coffee. “Freddie! No I did not have sex with John and I could not! Well, I- no!” You laughed, and he joined in with you.

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Two nights later, a Wednesday, you were both settled down and had turned on the TV Freddie’s parents gave you two, and at about 8:45 heard a rustling under the door. There was a folded piece of paper on the floor with something written on it. Freddie saw how much the occurrence freaked you out, and got up to grab the paper, and looked through the peephole, but no one was there.

“It’s addressed to you, darling.” He said, handing it over to you, as he sat back next to you and put his head on your shoulder to read the note with you.

It read “y/n y/l/n” on the front in chicken scratch, and you unfolded it to find the following note.

“Dear y/n,

I’ve made plans for us to go to my dads beach house west in South Cornwall right on the cliff overlooking Porthcurno beach. There’s a heat wave coming, so weather will actually be summer warm, especially there. I just wanted to get to know ya’ better. Compared to the rest, I feel like I’m missing out. Only get my number from Fred and call if you have unmovable plans that you can’t miss, and can’t go, and by unmovable plans I don’t mean homework. :)

I’ll drive. Pick you up Friday at 3 (Freddie said you didn’t have any classes)

It’s a date.

Your favourite band member,

R. Taylor ”

You gasped and held the letter to your chest after you read it a second time to make sure you weren’t dreaming, while Freddie was giggling in your ear.

“You knew about this?!” You exclaimed, smiling.

“Of course! I had to! Poor Roggie-boy was just so endearing, I couldn’t resist! You’re clearly not mad, are you?”

“No!” You laughed. “I’m excited! He’s attractive!” you admitted, and thought about the last line of the note.

“It’s a date.”

Well, you surely hoped it was.

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