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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy John Deacon x fem. reader long fic where it’s Christmas Eve and John surprises reader with a present and when reader opens it, it’s a velvet box and when reader looks inside it turns out to be a ring and John takes it from her and gets down on one knee and goes into this speech about how much he loves her and that when he met her it was love at first sight and he asks reader to marry him?

Yess! so cute!

CHRISTMAS SURPRISES

pairings: John Deacon x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: too cute

"hey, I got you something" Your boyfriend of 5 years, John said walking down the stairs with a wrapped box in his hand

"well put it under the tree then" you smiled at him as he sat down next to you on the couch.

it was a cold night and the fireplace was on, warming you up as you drank hot chocolate.

"just open it" he held it out for you to take

"but it's not christmas yet, that's tomorrow, can't it wait only a few more hours?" you leaned into him resting your head on his chest, hearing his heart race, so fast you would've thought he ran a marathon. it made you wonder why

"no it can't" he stated

you put your hot chocolate on the coffee table and leaned back into him, taking the box from him, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow

"what is it?" you asked him

"I'm not gonna tell you, that would ruin the surprise" he rolled his eyes

as you ripped the wrapping paper of the box, John leaned forward and took a sip of your drink, trying to hide his nervous face as you opened his gift.

you opened the box to see another, smaller box inside. You pulled the box out and looked at it. the pretty red velvet box you held in your hand made your smile.

it hadn't been the first time he's given you a box like that, only a few months prior he gave you a similar box with a necklace inside, and a year before was a pair of earrings.

"you give me too much of these, i practically have a whole draw of similar boxes" you joked with a giggle, he didn't look as amused as you though, his face held something different.

your smile faltered as you noticed his uncomfortable state

you looked at the box and became confused, it made you wonder...

you opened the box slowly and looked at it intently, a beautiful ring, decorated with the prettiest of diamonds was staring right backup at you

you looked up at John and a lump formed in your throat, he slowly took the box off you and got off the couch, making his way down on one of his knees.

it's that type of ring.

you body begun to feel hot and your vision went blurry

"John-" you start to say

"can you let me talk sweetheart?" he managed to smile shyly

"sorry" you apologised, sitting up and grabbed onto the blanket covering your legs

"you are- the best the that has ever happened to me, and I love you with all my heart, you make me want to be a better person and I am forever grateful for you. I have never wanted anything more than I want you, and it's been that way since we met- at the bar"

"I'm going to talk to her" roger said to the bored John.

Roger had dragged John to a bar, telling him he needed to put himself out there.

"you go do that" John sighed.

Roger had been staring at a girl sitting at a table on the other side of the room. she sat there talking to her friend who seemed uncomfortable to be there

"but I can't just go and take her away from her friend"

"look Roger, I think I might just leave-"

"you have to come with me" Roger pulled John up from his seat and made his way to their table with John trailing behind

"hey ladies!" Roger greeted joyfully

"hey" the girl said, looking up at the Roger and John hiding behind him

"need a drink?"

after a while, Roger and the girl were practically on top of each other on the other side of the booth, leaving John sitting awkwardly next to a girl he doesn't know the name of.

"what do you say we get out of here?" Roger suggested to crystal.

"yeah sure!"

they leave their seats and begin gathering their things

"wait no- you're my ride" the girl beside John said to crystal

"I'm sure John will give you a ride" Roger replied to her.

the girl next to him sunk in her chair, feeling dumped

"bye" Roger waved, winking to John before leaving with his new one night stand, leaving John with a girl he didn't know. he looked over to her, seeing that she was already looking at him.

"I'm John" he smiled nervously

"I know, your from that band" she said sheepishly, looking down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers

John was caught off guard, he didn't know what to do or say in this situation

"what's your name?" John asked

"Y/n"

"thats a pretty name"

John noticed the girls face turn a light shade of pink as he said that and it made him nervous, realising what he said

"thanks" she smiled at him sweetly

the two begun talking for two more hours before realising the time

"I should probably get going, it was nice meeting you John" the girl said, picking up her purse and putting her jacket on.

"we should- uh- do this. we do this" John stuffed up his words

"i'd like that" she giggled before she wrote down her contact on a napkin and gave it to him

"bye John" she smiled, kissing him on the cheek, getting John all flustered at the affection

she walked out of the bar, smiling at him as she looked back at him

John sat there for a minute before he got up and walked out with the napkin in his pocket.

he saw that is was heavily raining and he worried for you, you didn't have an umbrella on you and you didn't even have a ride.

you didn't have a ride

John looked around and noticed you, waiting for a bus while soaking wet

he couldn't leave you out in the rain like that, he wouldn't. especially because you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and one of the sweetest.

"I can give you a ride" he stated as he got closer to you, getting drenched

she turned around and smiled at him

"it makes me wonder what would happen if i left you out there in the rain, but I'm glad i didn't. I love you more than anything in the world and I would appreciate it if you would let me spend the rest of my life with you. so, sweetheart, will you marry me?" John finished his ramble

you couldn't come up with any words to reply with and john was left there for a second of silence.

you decided your throat was failing you and just kissed him. running your hands through his long hair and pulling him closer. he pulled away for a second to look at you

"I need an answer" he said, looking down at the ring

"yes! why would I ever say no?" you told him before placing another kiss on his lips

he placed the ring on your finger and let a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.

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okokokok i hope that was alright

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cha-mij · 9 months

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It may be 3.15 am but Ineffable Ambiguity is finally finished. Check out the full story at AO3. Account name Chamij.

Ineffable Ambiguity

AO3 - Chamij

Chapter Three

Munich 1985

The air was still. The civil twilight sent scattering sunlight shining golden across the arches the Neues Rathaus. It’s spire reached high into the damp, chill air. Birds were beginning their chorus as two tired street cleaners trudged their carts along Marienplatz. The Glockenspiel band came to life to call in 5 o’clock as shadows darted over the four puttos of the Mariensäule. The cleaners’ route took them to the pillar. One (newly on the job and curious of his surroundings) hesitated. He stared at the statue. A winged boy donned in shield and helmet smote a snake. He called to his companion, who having seen it a hundred times before had kept walking.

“Ernst! Can you tell me what these are for?”

Ernst had always been enthralled by the architecture of the city so could surreptitiously provide an answer.

“They’re Puttos, Otto. Cherubs. Little chubby angels using swords to smite the trials the city faced during the occupation of the Thirty Year’s War”.

Ernst pointed to each in turn.

“There you see him striking a lion which represents war. There a basilisk for pestilence, then the dragon of hunger, and finally this one. The snake of heresy.”

Otto listened intently, then asked:

“And the shields? What does it say on the shields?”

“Each one signifies victory over the trial. This one says ‘Svper-Aspi-Dem’. Put together they form a verse from Psalm 91. Super aspidem et basiliscum ambulabis, et conculcabis leonem et draconem”.

Ernst saw Otto’s confused expression and felt abashed by his ranting.

“Sorry. I adore the architecture of the city. Always have but people either don’t ask or don’t listen, so I seldom have the chance to talk about it. This is my favourite piece, so you were either lucky or not in having me guide you tonight depending on how much you mind me rabbiting on. The latin roughly means ‘Thou shalt walk upon the asp and the basilisk: and thou shalt trample underfoot the lion and the dragon’”.

Otto was not only impressed at Ernst’s knowledge, he was also incredibly pleased that he had taken the time to answer his questions so fully. He smiled at this man. A stranger, really, who had guided him through silent streets and curiosity”.

“Thank you, Ernst. Truly. It’s rare to find someone that would just know all of that. Let alone someone that would take the time to talk about it in such detail to someone they barely know. Please feel free to rabbit on at me as much as you like whenever we’re on shift together. It truly would be a pleasure listening to you”.

Ernst was evidently flattered. He combed his hands through dark hair and smiled. That morning had started a tradition of Otto receiving what he would call his Private ‘Tour of Munich’ whenever they were on shift together. Much later, they would gaze at those puttos from the window of a Marienplatz apartment and be thankful the cherub smote the snake.

Outside the air was still. Birds began their chorus as two cleaners began a quiet love story. Munich was calm. Well, most of Munich was calm. Inside a party was winding down. What had begun early the evening before was coming to a slow end.

Black and white feathers littered the room. Countless champaign bottles lay empty on tables, floors and chairs. A few remaining guests were dancing, while others sat at tables topped with empty glasses. Several had passed out. It had been a fantastic birthday party.

If there was one thing Crowley appreciated about having to actually do hell’s bidding once in a while, it was that hell really had no idea what heaven classed as a sin in this age. This meant that they were often asked to lure the odd human to damnation by tempting them to actions no longer classed as “damnable” but more “not really the done thing but everyone’s doing it these days”.

Along the way this had introduced Crowley to many humans that they had classed as far too good for torment. Many of these he had not only protected from Hell’s gaze, but even befriended. One of these friends was currently sat beside Crowley mindlessly twirling the tassels of his epilates. Tired, red eyes looked at the small group sat around him.

“You know darlings, I have no idea how I’m going to top this one.”

A voice came from across the table.

“Whatever you do Freddie I know you’ll make it worthy of your 40th".

“Of course I will Brian. Life’s for living after all”.

“We have to get that bloody album done first Fred or that film will never get finished”.

Crowley, who having drank three times more than any other at the party half sat and half lay in the chair next to Freddie Mercury. Their long red hair lay limp from a head that dangled from the chair. Earlier in the evening they had dazzled even Freddie. This was the night of the Black and White Ball where guests were requested to dress in black and white drag attire.

The guests never could figure out how Crowley had transformed themselves so beautifully. A slim black gown hugged a slim but shapely figure. At close view it had been intricately embroidered with scales etched in black sequin. Specks of glitter highlighted elegant make up while Auburn curls twisted over two magnificent black feathered wings. The most striking detail was the eyes. Yellow with pointed pupils.

Freddie, himself dressed magnificently in harlequin trousers and imperial jacket, at first didn’t recognise his friend.

“And just might you be, darling?”

Even Crowley’s voiced had changed beyond recognition. It was soft, full, and confident.

“It’s me you bloody fool. Don’t tell me you don’t recognise me”.

Freddie was taken aback,

“Crowley! You look beautiful! Who are you meant to be?”

The demon smiled, extremely pleased with themselves.

“I couldn’t think of which celebrity I wanted to be, so I thought to hell with it, I’ll be a flying snake.”

“And a fabulous one you make too! Those wings must be really fucking heavy!”

Crowley smiled a wicked grin. He had been thinking of this joke all day. It was just a shame no one was there to understand it.

“Aye Freddie, they are a hell of a heavy burden to bear”.

The party was as wild as expected and all through the night Freddie and the other guests were impressed that even as it got hot enough for many to strip completely, Crowley never removed their wings.

Crowley raised their drooping head and slurred the question:

“What film’s this then?”

Freddie explained they had been asked to write some songs for an upcoming film about some immortal, and how there was a scene that he just could not write for.

“It’s this flashback scene. The main guy’s remembering how when he was cast out of his clan he settled in the highlands with the love of his life. It’s all gushy and romantic, and then she goes and dies of old age on him, so he burns the house down. We just can’t seem to get the feeling right.

Crowley was awake now. Awake, but not sober enough to remember the extent of their following ramble.

“Who the bloody hell wrote that crap? Who would want to live forever?”

Brian, more awake and clearer thinking than any present leaned forward.

“Why not?”

“Well, its right there in the film! All that time flies by and all that happens is that anyone close to you dies or leaves you. Everything turns to ashes and you’ll have no place to call your own.” Passionately Crowley continued. “I bet in all those centuries there was only one moment worthy enough to be worth all that crap. No one is worth waiting forever for”.

Brian and Freddie were listening intently to this. Brian dared to ask what Crowley thought would count as something worth the wait.

Crowley seems to look inwardly. Their eyes dimmed and even their wings relaxed. Freddie thought to himself how well those feathers had lasted the night’s escapades and made a mental not to ask Crowley who supplied the wings when his friend was in a better state. For some reason the description of this flick had struck a nerve. A very raw nerve.

Crowley gave a sad smile.

“Stars.”

“Stars?” this was said in unison.

“One day soon I bet there’s going to be a camera good enough to really see the stars for what they are. Not just stars but whole galaxies. Nebulas even.”

Brian’s curiosity was piqued.

“What’s a nebula Crowley?”

Again, a sad smile.

“It's where stars are born. I bet if you ever get to see them, you’d think that was worth waiting forever for”.

Freddie looked at his dear friend. He wondered now who had hurt them so badly and saw in them a grief and loneliness he had never seen before. Freddie, not knowing the half of Crowley’s true self, decided they must be in love, and an unrequited love at that.

“Who are they, Crowley?” He asked softly.

But it was too late. Crowley had fallen into a drunken stupor, but Freddie had seen the tear that had escaped.

About a year later a parcel arrived at Crowley’s flat. Attached to a copy of “It’s a Kind of Magic” was a note that read:

“Hello sweetie. Don’t be mad but your theory on forever was exactly what Brian needed for that song we needed. Side two, song one. Thank you, Crowley. It can be worth it you know. Waiting. And everyone deserves to be waited for.

Much love, Freddie”

Crowley had completely forgotten about that night’s confession but was grateful for Freddie’s touching sentiment. However, they never allowed themselves to listen to that song sober, and Bentley never played it.

Crowley wasn’t there when Freddie passed. The old habit of moving on when people started to notice a distinct lack of aging had forced them to back away, but upon hearing the news Crowley shut themselves away for two weeks.

“You were far too much of a treasure Freddie. Enjoy the good afterlife. If there’s one thing, I know for certain it’s that you’re not in the alternative”.

Years later Crowley was surprised to find out that Brian May had studied astrophysics. The conversation had popped up in Bentley when Aziraphale had mentioned it.

“Bugger if I know why he’d go and do that, Angel. Mind you, he always was a clever bastard”.

During the drive a miracle sound chimed, though too quiet for even angels or demons to hear. Bently skipped the song that was currently playing in favour of “You’re my best friend” and Freddie smiled in the good afterlife.

“Finally. Even you can’t wait forever, Crowley”.

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rhyewritersstudio · 2 years

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Friday Fic Rec

The Marble Not Yet Carved

By @lydiannode

Rated: Mature, Category: Gen

Words: 14,056 — chapters: 6/6

Warning: implied non-con relating to a minor

This is a beautiful, yet heartbreaking dive into Freddie’s boarding school days in India, from the point of view of an adult Brian who has inexplicably time-traveled to the era as Freddie’s maths teacher.

Poetic in prose, this six chapter story will captivate you completely. The descriptions of child-Freddie through Brian’s eyes are touching and heart-wrenching and Brian’s own journey through his emotions is just as captivating.

#brian may #Freddie Mercury #fan fiction #fan fic #fic recs #fic rec friday

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jimercuryweek · 20 days

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Welcome to Jimercury Week!!

The dates for the event are 21st-24th of June, 2024. In the weeks leading up to it, we will post and reblog things featuring our happy couple.

Where to post:

The main places to post will be here on Tumblr and on AO3! If you use other sites, post the link here on Tumblr and tag us here at @jimercuryweek and use the #jimercuryweek2024 tag to make sure we see it!

What we want:

Any fan media celebrating Jim and Freddie! Fic, art, phone wallpapers, playlists, anything! Just as long as it's focused on them!

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Day One: Friday - 21st June

Song: "Funny How Love Is" - Queen

AU: Missed Connection

Situation: My Cat is Stealing From My Neighbor

Day Two: Saturday - 22nd June

Song: "Man Made Paradise" - Freddie Mercury

AU: Drag Queen AU

Situation: Meet the Parents

Day Three: Sunday - 23rd June

Song: "You Take My Breath Away" - Queen

AU: Florist

Situation: Bad Rehearsal

Day Four: Monday - 24th June

Song: "Seven Seas of Rhye" - Queen

AU: Single Parent

Situation: DisneyLand

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Anything you'd like to write, draw, create- please make sure it's centred around the shipping of Freddie and Jim!

Make sure you tag your works appropriately! If it's NSFW, use the correct categories on AO3 and tag it as such here on Tumblr as well! We wanna make sure people know what they're getting into.

Prompts are just to give inspiration! If you have something else you wanna do, do it! Other AUs and situations are welcome and encouraged!

Please do not post or interact with the NSFW content if you are not 18+. Thank you.

Historical accuracy is not a requirement! That's the joy of events like these. Feel free to have fun with it all!

Please don't interact with hateful comments. Delete them as soon as you can.

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Feel free to reach out with any questions you may have!! Our inbox is open!

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#jimercuryweek2024 #jimercuryweek #jimercury #jim hutton #freddie mercury #queenfandomevent #queen fandom event

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freestonefest · 23 days

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Welcome to Freesstone Fest 2024!!

Get ready to celebrate and appreciate Peter "Phoebe" Freestone, Freddie Mercury's personal assistant and close friend.

The dates for the event are 24th-26th of May, 2024. In the weeks leading up to it, we will provide facts about our favourite gentle giant.

Where to post:

The main places to post will be here on Tumblr and on AO3! If you use other sites, post the link here on Tumblr and tag us here at @freestonefest and use the #freestonefest2024 tag to make sure we see it!

What we want:

Any fan media celebrating Peter "Phoebe" Freestone! Fic, art, phone wallpapers, playlists, anything! Just as long as it's focused on Phoebe!

Day 1 - Friday, 24th May:

But then I fooled around and fell in love

Childhood Friends AU

Seaside Rendezvous (A Day at the Beach)

Day 2 - Saturday, 25th May:

Workin' 9 to 5 / What a way to make a livin'

Coffee Shop AU

Sick Day

Day 3 - Sunday, 26th May:

Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight

Arranged Marriage AU

Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

ALL ABOUT PHOEBE!! Anything you'd like to write, draw, create- please make sure it's centred around Phoebe!

Make sure you tag your works appropriately! If it's NSFW, use the correct categories on AO3 and tag it as such here on Tumblr as well! We wanna make sure people know what they're getting into.

Prompts are just to give inspiration! If you have something else you wanna do, do it!

Any ship is welcome, as long as they're centred around Phoebe!

AUs are welcome and encouraged!

Please do not post or interact with the NSFW content if you are not 18+. Thank you.

Historical accuracy is not a requirement! That's the joy of events like these. Even though Phoebe himself is an open book, his recollection of events and dates is, at times, contradictory of even himself. So. Feel free to have fun with it all!

Please don't interact with hateful comments. Delete them as soon as you can.

Feel free to reach out with any questions you may have!! Our inbox is open!

I also want to thank @fanellifest for the inspiration to host this event. The work they put into their weekend for Joe Fanelli was beautiful. Thank you for reminding that the love in this fandom can be spread to the other important people in the Queen limelight.

#freestonefest2024 #peter freestone #phoebe #phoebe freestone #peter pheobe freestone

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chaoticgayomens · 8 months

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very specific aziracrow fic ideas that i am too lazy to write

(you can use these if you wish!! tag me pls if you do, i’d be honored)

- aziraphale isn’t very good at grand gestures (it’s most certainly crowley’s thing) but decides to try to bring freddie mercury back from the dead to sing at his and crowley’s wedding.

- warlock shows up at their doorstep out of the blue. aziraphale and crowley take him in, no questions asked, and decide to take him to pride with them

- the fic could be about anything but there should be a scene in which aziraphale is drawing crowley. crowley pokes his head over aziraphale’s shoulder and goes “draw me like one of your french girls”. crowley does not know that aziraphale has seen titanic.

- the metatron crashes aziraphale and crowley’s wedding.

- they’re at a pub or a bar or something and someone hits on aziraphale. crowley is not a fan of this and they cause a massive scene, much to their own amusement and aziraphale’s horror.

- maggie convinces nina to try to get aziraphale and crowley back together, just like aziraphale and crowley did for them. maggie’s first thought, as she has a niece who introduced her to fanfiction (headcanon), is to run through all the classic tropes.

- aziraphale and crowley meet up at the stonewall riots, femme presenting. everyone assumes they’re a couple. aziraphale gets arrested and crowley has to break her out.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #they’re in love your honor #good omens 2 #fic ideas #fic prompt #aziracrow

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mazarin01 · 8 months

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Isak.

I slowly roll the name across my tongue over and over again, a smile blooming as the butterflies multiply in my belly. I climb down from the top of my bunk bed, landing on my feet with a heavy thud. Quickly rolling my chair across the floor to lean against the open closet, I climb on top of it, holding on to the door so as not to fall down.

I pull out the black shoe box hiding behind my old ski pants I haven’t worn in years, losing my balance as the seat swings to the side, nearly crashing with the floor.

I flop down at the bottom of my bunk bed and lean my back against the wall, then carefully open the shoe box and pull out a clipping from the local newspaper from last fall.

Isak stands with a gold medal around his neck, a football under one arm, the other raised in triumph, eyes big and smile broad. I stare blissfully at the picture before kissing his face gently, butterflies swirling around my belly like they’re dancing to a music video on MTV.

I’m not sure, but I think he likes me. And not just as a friend, but maybe as something more? Maybe the way that makes you want to kiss someone and hold hands. Maybe the same way I’ve heard rumored about Freddie Mercury, the vocalist in Queen.

I love Queen, love the performance they had at Live Aid in 1985. I love Freddie Mercury in tight jeans and a singlet. But most of all, I love Isak Valtersen.

On Sunday I went to school with Yousef and Mutasim. They wanted to skate since the national ban had finally been repealed. I don't skate, it looks so scary, and when I got bored of watching them, I walked over to the football field next to the school to look for Isak. I often see him there with his best friends Jonas, Magnus and Mahdi playing football.

That afternoon he was there all by himself, repeatedly shooting against the wide open goal. Just when I was about to call his name, he spotted me. He ran towards me, greeting me with a shy smile.

We talked for a long time, leaning up against the fence. Isak told me about a cool old Nintendo Game & Watch he’d gotten from his mum and I told him about the movie Cinema Paradiso I forced Mikael to watch with me last week.

As we were saying goodbye to each other, something absolutely magical happened. Without looking Isak pushed his pinky against mine, gently brushing his finger over mine. A tingling sensation raced through me, turning my legs into jello and quickly short circuiting my brain. I couldn’t speak and my heart pounded so fast I started to worry it might explode.

When I managed to somewhat gain control of my body again, I glanced at him. He didn’t say anything, just bit his lower lip and sent me that same shy smile. His dark red cheeks took my breath away and all I could do was smile back.

💖🥳🧡🥳💛🥳💚🥳💙🥳💜🥳💙🥳💚🥳💛🥳🧡🥳💖

To @ghostcat3000

You lowkey wished for fan made birthday presents this year, and since you were so cool and wrote me into your EVAK fic 1 Thing last year, I thougt I'd gift you something for your birthday.

1989 is a story I posted in Norwegian on AO3 back in 2018. It's honestly one of the stories I've written that I'm most proud of.

I've translated it into English so more people can read it. @alterlove2021 is my trusted beta and has done magic to the story, sanding down the rough edges and polishing it, making it shine like a diamond.

It's not the 25th just yet, but since I have no chill what so ever, I decided to post a little sneak peak here on Tumblr along with some art I made for the story.

The whole story will be available on the 25th on AO3 for you and everyone else to read.

Happy Birthday in advance.

XO Mazarin

#skam #evak #fanficion #isak x even #1989

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edupunkn00b · 1 month

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Happily Ever After Remus

What are his favorite bands? Does he listen to music when working on game development?

(Sorry if I got the job wrong, I'm in the process of rereading the first fic, so I can remember to read the sequels this time haha)

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You’ve got it just right, Anon G ⭐️ Thank you so much for the wonderful ask!!

Remus consistently has music playing when he works and is a huge Queen/Freddie Mercury fan, but has some eclectic tastes, too (usually because the lyrics hit right.) In college, he picked up a taste for Destiny’s Child and—you can never, ever tell Ro—he’s got more than a few showtunes and such in his playlists, including the Fame soundtrack.

He heavily influenced Virgil’s playlist for Jannie and Ro’s anniversary party/wooing Logan (link below) and filled it with more of his (and, yes, Ro’s) favorites, too.

#Remus Prince #Logan Janus Roman Remus Happily Ever After AU #ts remus #ts janus #ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #Roman Prince #Logan Sanders #Janus Pater #Janus Prince neé Pater #Virgil Croft

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eileen-crys · 1 year

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My heart cries out to your heart

For Johnica Week, day 3: Arranged Marriage

Early 1900s, John Deacon's time to get married has come, and his mother accepted the offer of a local Polish family, their oldest daughter Veronica.

Sadly, neither John nor Veronica are ready to get married, and while he gets immediately struck by her, she doesn't seem to accept her fate yet.

My 3rd and last fic for Johnica week 🥰💕 I'm usually not a fan of arranged marriages but inspiration struck suddenly and I had a blast writing this 🥺 It has the first person POVs alternating between John and Veronica, I hope you'll like this fic even if it's so unusual for me! 🙏🏻✨️💕💕💕

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freddie-mercury-rising · 2 years

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#fan fic #Freddie Mercury fan fic #Freddie Mercury/OMC #smut #smut with feelings #previously written #just came upon it again #enjoyed writing this

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rogertaylorshbb · 1 year

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the drum kit- roger Taylor x reader [this wasn't a planned story just made it up as I went]

I had been hired to work backstage at a queen concert, to set up the lighting, make sure all the camera crew were there, make sure there wasn't any technically difficulties, make sure all the drum kit was in place correctly, and so on. basically I was hired to make sure that this concert did not go to shit with something falling out of the sky.

queen had just released their "hot space" album, which I had to say I was very fond of. even though I loved queen I knew when I was hired that I had to keep my clam and focus on my job., I couldn't go fan-Girling on the band I had to keep professional.

I was on the stage early checking out the lights and seeing who of the crew was setting up. it was 8:00 am and the concert started at 9:00 pm, everyone may be over preparing but this was queen for goodness sake.

I had my checkboard and was ticking things off. I had walked over to rogers drum kit. I was looking around to make sure the head of the drums were good and to just make sure everything was stable.

I heard the door to the stadium. "oh, just get on with it" I heard Freddie's voice say. "look, Freddie, I sense that you don't like the idea" Brian said. "oh, no, I do, Brian- just- mm- think it could be more- mm- creative" Freddie replied. I didn't even know what they were talking about but I could tell Freddie didn't like it.

The conversation went on as the voices become more louder as they came more close in my direction. "ay, whos over there at my drum kit" I heard rogers voice call out. he walked onto the stage.

I jumped up from the ground which I was sitting out fiddling around with bass of the drum. "oh, hi, um- I was just making sure the head of the drums were good- sorry- for- sorry for touching them, my mistake" I said, thinking he was mad.

"oh- its okay, no problem just as long as you don't break them" he responded casually pulling his lighter out from his pocket. he was wearing navy pants and a navy jacket that matched.

I quickly walked away embarrassed picking up my clip bored. before I had made it 10 steps he called out to me. "hey, how long you been up here". "um, maybe since 6" I answered. "jeez, you must be exhausted, come, we have a trailer if you wanna get a cup of coffee and relax" he said very politely. I tried to deny but he had already decided that no wasn't an swear he was gonna take.

I had promised my self that I was gonna keep it professional and here I am, going into queens trailer to have cup of coffee. Jesus.

I walked in shyly, rubbing my hands together. Brian had a magazine. Freddie was doing quiet vocal sounds and bouncing his foot up and down. john was sitting there with a cup of tea, barley awake.

"oh hi, how are you" Brian said. but before I could answer Freddie had swirled his head around. "oh, didn't know someone was in here sorry" Freddie then instantly sat down and started to try and make conversation. I smiled at Brian and just replied with a quiet "good thanks".

Brian smiled back and looked back at his magazine. "this is..oh wait, I never got your name" roger looked at me. "its y/n" I said. Freddie got an excited look on his face. he clapped his hands together and cheerfully said "oh, I used have a childhood cat named y/n, she was so cheeky".

Brian chuckled a bit. "well" roger continued "y/n just came up for a cup of coffee and to relaxed, can you believe she's been here since 6"

"oh, you must be tired" john said sipping on his coffee. "please, sit down" Freddie passed me a smile. I sat down on a couch which john was sitting on. "here" roger said as he passed me a coffee. "thank you" I said.

john and Brian started to talk about their last game of scrabble. "oh now boys, stop arguing we all know that its not a real word" "Freddie chucked. "yes. it. is. how many times do I have to say. that. I've. READ. it in a. BOOK." john said very frustrated.

roger, Brian, john, and Freddie all got into a funny heated argument about a scrabble game. "wait, I know" roger began "lets ask y/n" roger looked at me. they all came over to me with very serious looks on their faces. "y/n is {some weird word} a real word?". they all looked at me with seriousness in their eyes waiting for an answer.

I knew what word they were talking about, I began "well technically it is a word but it is too slangish for the English dictionary so based off how you guys play, if you guys include slang words, then yeah, its a word"

john jumped up with excitement "told yaaaaaaa" he exclaimed doing a happy dance. roger and him jumped and did a high five.

I had sat their for about 15 minutes. but everyone had left except for roger. john said that his kids had a dentist appointment, Brian had left in a hurry remembering he had to post out an important letter. Freddie didn't leave entirely but just said he wanted to go out to take to the crew about something and get fresh air.

I sat and had a nice conversation with roger. the conversation was so easy, it wasn't awkward or hard to find something to talk about it just flowed. he came over to sit next to me. "so, you gonna be at our next concert to?" he questioned. "I'm not sure, only if you hire me" I answered with a flirtations' smirk. he returned one back, "well, you seem very-" he moved more closer to me "productive"

he then leaned in to kiss me and I didn't say no. he places his hands on my upper thigh traveling his hand around. he then placed his hand over my fabric on my pants near my pussy. I started to breath heavy as he softly circled the area. he seemed to notice how flustered I was getting by this small action, and began to go a bit softer.

I got on top of him and sat on his lap. we kissed very passionately. I felt his mouth kiss my neck, the warm breaths that made me have cold shivers. all I could do was close my eyes and take in the moment. I could hear his groans as I felt him become hard beneath me. "ah, fuck" I softly moaned as he ate away at my neck and cupped my breast.

it was all so much, having ROGER. TAYLOR. touch MY breast??? this was crazy. feeling HIS hands, and HIS mouth on me. knowing his eyes were watching my every movement and his ears hearing my every moan when he would touch a certain area of my body.

as I arched my head back with his hands grabbing my back, I had opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. it was nearly 9. I had been making out with roger Taylor for about 15 minutes. 'how is this possible, it felt like I had only been making out with him for 5 minutes'. I quickly groaned as I got from his lap.

"what- where- what's wrong" he said really confused. "I'm sorry- I have work to do back home and then I have to come back here, I'm- I'm just flooded with work today- if I could- I would"

he looked at me. "fair enough, could I at least get your number?" he questioned. "yeah, sure" I chucked. I passed him my number written on a sheet of paper and made my way out.

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flick-of-the-wrist · 1 year

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I was reading an early Stephen King story about male record execs (and their male conquests) and I thought to myself: surely Freddie Mercury had a toss about in the proverbial hay with John Reid.

In other words, might they have fucked?

I don't say this to imply that every time two gay men entered the same room, they automatically jumped into bed together. That's not only outlandish, but it's more than a tad homophobic. After all, no matter how few eligible gay bachelors were willing receivers (or givers for that matter) in the 1970s, horniness simply cannot make a swan out of an ugly duckling.

However, I digress.

The world as we know it today was not the world in the 1970s. We think of our world as much more politically correct than any person who lived through the 1970s thought of their world, let me just tell you. It would shock the hell out of people to know what kinds of things were said and done in the 70s.

And not all of them were bad.

In fact, what's bad about two adult gay men having sex? Maybe there's the moral dilemma of a record exec (John Reid) boinking his newly signed, very green, but obviously queer talent (Freddie--I mean, Queen, of course). But that's also what makes it so god damn appealing. I mean, John Reid was obviously gay. Freddie was obviously (or at least obviously to anyone who cared to look) gayer than a daffodil, darling. And not only was he homo as fuck, he was also always aching for connection.

That, in itself, doesn't mean they'd just immediately hop into bed. For example, I do not think that Freddie and Kenny Everett ever fucked, even though they had chemistry out the wazoo. Nor do I think that he and Elton John ever fucked (they were simply BFFS, 4ever and always). I don't think he and David Wigg ever fucked, either, despite the incessant flirting (the bigger the better---in EVERYTHING). The list goes on.

I do have trouble saying with absolute certainty that Freddie Mercury didn't witness, aid, or abet in one of John Reid's orgasms, though. There's something about them that just speaks to a fucking relationship. Maybe it's the closeness.

But, but, but, you might say: Freddie was close with a lot of people. He actively rested his cute little head on Roger Taylor's shoulders. And, though I'm a huge fan of Froger fics, I don't think (nay, I absolutely know) they ever did the nasty. He practically HUMPED our boy Brian May onstage, and yet never did their penises meet (besides tentatively, like stalwart neighbors, across the room in the early days before each band member had his own dressing room).

Freddie was an incorrigible flirt, and a horny git who might have humped a table leg if he thought it would please the audience, but the man was also a sensitive and deeply emotional human being who knew when to keep his freak on a leash and when to let it burst out of its cage. Where business was concerned, I think he kept his penis as a Victorian couple might have kept a very willful child: seen and not heard.

Still, still, there is something cheeky in the way Freddie and John looked at each other. I think they fucked. At least once. It wasn't intentional, or planned. What good sex ever is? And, despite Freddie's misgivings about mixing business and pleasure, I think he was just young enough that he blurred the lines. He let John seduce him (really, we all know it was Freddie who was the seductress). Then, he put his finger on John's lips and told him it could never happen again. Now that John had a taste of that immaculate bussy, he was to be in Freddie's control forevermore.

Now, before you go on a rampage and declare me mentally unfit to blog, just know that I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. Just like you, dear reader, I did not know Freddie Mercury, so I have no earthly idea whom he did or did not fuck.

I only have my imagination. And this lovely fic, which has- admittedly- twisted my arm.

#stupid shit #John Reid #Freddie Mercury #Thoughts #Meta #Don't come at me #I'm just a silly dreamer like you

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sympathyfrthedevil · 2 years

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Judgement City

C/A Appreciation week late Day #6 Entry Fic Prompt: Scene You Would Change

Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’, ‘Angel’ and all related material are the property of Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt and Mutant Enemy but this work constitutes fair use. It’s NOT intended for profit or canon infringement.

Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976: allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.

Rated: PG-13 for Mild fantasy equivalent of alcohol abuse and light sexual narrative/conversation.

Synopsis: ‘Disharmony’ ending AU: Before/instead of the clothes, Angel, with a little help from an expert, reaches out to Cordelia for her forgiveness in song.

Featured song: ‘Back to Your Heart’ by The Backstreet Boys

A/N: I have noticed the clothes are unpopular with a lot of fans for being a shallow move on Angel’s part, but I see differently. This is just an alternative that came to mind a while ago when I heard the song on a mix CD I burned as a teen.

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“You’ll want to move away from the door now, father.” “Go through it, but don’t ever expect to come back.”

“We don't need you. You walked away. Do us a favor and just stay away.”

The night was shrouded in glacial winds, the air saturated with the stench of acid rain rising from the dank concrete as it drenched the streets and glistened with the reflection of the city lights from puddles, glass, and steel.

Condemned souls cast into the gutters stood out from the shadows of sheltered men. Men so lost within a psychosis of fame, wealth, power, and vanity that they’re blinded to the demons that walk beside them, that might even be dictating or unraveling their lives, their very sanity.

Some fed on the darkest and most vulnerable parts of human nature, some were the darkest and most vulnerable parts of human nature.

Now here is a riddle for the ages, do demons have demons as well?

Still, beneath the chaos, was hidden another layer.

Caritas was in essence a utopian church, the place where one, regardless of species or morals went to find their path in life. Where The Host found himself.

The magic that provided sanctuary within its walls seemed to evaporate around the dark figure hunched over the luminescent bar wrapped in an aura beiger than Freddie Mercury’s during his solo phase.

Uncomfortable glances hovered around his disengaged form as he tossed back a swig from a bottle wrapped in a crumpled paper bag.

The red sheen forming in the whites of the eyes and the loss of the pupil within the depths of near obsidian irises indicated to The Host that the line between synthetic humanity and pure demon was about to be crossed where welcomes were stretched thin.

“Sorry Desperado, no outside drinks, I’m gonna have to confiscate that.” A trembling green hand clamped the bottle.

A pacifist since birth, he naturally suppressed his demonic strength so when the bottle fell into his grip, he knew it wasn’t a battle of brute strength that he’d won.

A low growl rumbled in the large, framed chest and gold flecks shimmered a tarnished liquid halo in the dark void of the irises. It was only sensitivity to sound as acute as The Host’s that could detect the tiredness.

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On the night luscious blonde hair turned auburn and creamy white skin tanned golden and her name bayed from his soul’s most forlorn depths, the morphine faded, and the curse fulfilled its purpose in its purest form.

He sobbed tasting blood mixed in his streams of tears as the sting of nails ripped through his notoriously angelic flesh. It felt good being delivered by the golden hand in his mind.

"Just so we understand each other…you and I? We’re not friends."

As that cold and indifferent stare dug into his hollow chest, his father’s cruel tongue echoed in the empty caverns of his soul:

“You’re a disgrace!” “It’s a son I wished for – a man – instead God gave me you! A terrible disappointment.”

He could almost feel the sting of the man’s cold hand against his flesh raw without the numbing effects of alcohol and dismissal.

The true sin was his dear sister’s witness, the expression of horror, drenched in tears.

She was the apple of father’s eye, but he was well on the way to destroying her soul before Angelus was born.

He stood outside Cordelia’s window, watching as she sat in bed flipping through the latest Cosmo with a slump in her shoulders from the weight of the world and bags under her eyes, concentrating on each page as though searching for the one that revealed the meaning of life.

She looked exhausted, thinner, defeated, and his stomach clenched at the wrongness of it, of the obligation that eclipsed the choice.

Like father like son. He’d broken her.

Never again. He vowed he would never again let someone that close, not after what had happened the one time he’d dared, the blood that was shed, the hearts that were broken. The lives that were ruined.

When he left Sunnydale, Angel had never been so convinced that he was mean to be alone, a stigma, but he didn’t count on Cordelia Anne Chase, the woman who needed no invitation, a chance encounter of two rejects of Sunnydale who'd both escaped to the big city only to lose themselves.

Shallow, spoilt, insatiable pain in the ass that she was, she had shined a beacon of hope on his forlorn existence that night he saved her from Russell Winters. No, that’s not right. If he was honest with himself, it was that night, the eve of Halloween that she sat with him at the Bronze when both had been stood up. It had been the most humiliating night of his life and he’d found unexpected comfort in her companionship. His smile muscles had felt almost stiff and sore from prolonged lack of use.

In retrospect, something about meeting her again in L.A had felt as though he’d been missing fate that whole time and it had followed him and when she’d inserted herself into his life, his fight something clicked into place. For having been dealt more bad hands in life than one her age should be, she was one of the most courageous and optimistic people he’d ever known, and he’d wanted nothing more than to just be near her. To stand in the sunlight of her smile, to be infected with her lust for life and wrapped in the warmth of her faith, her friendship--- her womanhood.

No one had ever mattered to him as much as Buffy had and giving her up had felt like giving up his soul. She had been his entire world but when he thought about it, that was the problem. He was so fixated on her, so desperate to find purpose with her that he couldn’t see what was missing. He had never felt an emotional connection with her, there was no friendship between them and if he were honest, he was the forbidden puppy stashed in her closet, not an equal, a partner. A friend.

“We don't need you...stay away...you and I, we're not friends!”

Those words flowed through his veins like killer of the dead.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to retreat into the numbness again and for some reason his dealer from whom he’d bought the artificially preserved junk in the 50’s came to mind. It progressively lost its potency every minute it spent outside the vein, but it would do.

“This is not the answer,” the Host chastised, his stomach churning from both the offending stench and bold-faced words on the bottle’s label. “You’re on dangerous ground right now Crumb Cake.” He quickly handed the bottle off to his security guard to be disposed of.

“This is what I am,” The vampire's voice was low and husky with a dark edge. “A demon is a demon, nothing else, nothing can change that. I'm done playing hero."

An ear-splitting boom shattered the atmosphere with a power that vibrated through the earth as the east pillar beneath it faltered.1

Liquid condemnation hissed in the night outside and pelted the shuttering pavement. Another soul teetered.

The sanctity of the walls was tainted.

“It’s not our species and capabilities that defines us Strudel.” The Host scowled, “It’s our choices.”

“You know, it might not have been what the Romani had in mind, but that curse is an all-access pass. A soul isn’t just a conscious, it’s perspective. Guilt doesn’t have to be a disease; it can also be a blueprint to something better. You’re destined to either be the world’s salvation or it’s destruction. I shouldn’t have to tell you which path you’re on.”

Noticing the restlessness of the fist he’d emptied; The Host poured an ale befitting of an 18th century Irishman and slid the glass into the void between the palm and fingers.

“You were not about to look me in the eyes and tell me that you were “playing hero” as you call it as an obligation of the soul? The same soul that was on board when you threw away the people who cared about you, tossed a handful of human beings to two soulless psychopathic demons then slept with one of them!”

“You made a choice. So did she.” Molten eyes narrowed. “She chose you. She believed in you.”

"Stupid girl!” the vampire growled slamming his glass onto the counter after tossing back a couple of swigs. Dark liquid splashed upward, splattering the flesh that wasted it. “She knew better! She should have just walked away!"

He knew better. He should have gotten rid of her after he’d finished Russell Winters. Damn you, Doyle! You sonuvabrachen!

“You ever think that maybe she needs you as much as you need her?” The Host challenged through the nausea the vampire’s cold, borderline hollow aura was causing him.

“I don’t need her!”

As the cold, cruel voice of condemnation sliced through the tension in the room, the Host felt a sense of utter violation.

He’d come to this dimension with the need to spread his deliverance, his salvation. Never had it occurred to him to question its reach, its necessity.

Faith...if not tested wasn’t faith at all but a wish, a delusion...a lust.

“Right, and demons don’t actually exist, this world is some poor psychotic sap’s deep seeded delusion.”

He was so lost in his own insecurities that he’d nearly missed the vampire’s face fall in resignation.

“It doesn’t matter now” Angel growled. “I’m nothing to her but a monster. As it should be.”

“Do I need to go back to the part about the lawyers and psychopathic vampires not to mention the soul suicide attempt?!” The Host stared down at the vampire hard. “Cordelia’s spent her entire life being thrown away” the vampire’s fist clenched, “she doesn’t need apologies, she needs to know what she means to you.” “Everything” Angel barely whispered but The Host caught it.

“Show her,” The Host urged.

***

Cordelia sighed in exasperation at the Coke that was placed in front of her. Her mature appearance had lent itself well to the fake ID she would use at the Bronze but of course now clubs owned by psychic demons were a thing (empathic The Host had corrected, whatever). Ugh.

When The Host had invited them to a free drink night at Caritas to celebrate its 5th anniversary, she had been eager to drown herself and her last encounter with the vampire she had dared to believe might be different in free alcohol.

She couldn’t believe the gall he had to just show up and act as though he were still a member of their team, as though he hadn’t made her believe that he saw the woman beneath the dollar signs, cared about her for who she was just so he could throw her away like everyone else.

How dare he now step up onto the stage looking like a goddamn lost puppy. Wait! Why the hell was he on stage?!

“Oh dear.” Wesley leaned back in his chair, removed his glasses, and rubbed a hand down his face, starting to regret telling Angel that Cordelia’s forgiveness couldn’t be bought.

When the music started the group cringed.

“Oh god, what the hell is he doing?!” As if he wasn’t satisfied that he’d ruined her life, now he was about to massacre one of her favorite groups. Oh no, was he looking at her? Gunn just sat back and crossed his arms over his torso, shaking his head.

Cordy shot up from her seat and was about to turn to leave when his voice, with the mic’s amplification, encompassed the building.

“This is for someone special. Someone I wronged.”

Her body froze and a chill shot through her veins. He was looking right at her. She wanted to jump on a bus back to Sunnydale and impale herself on that rebar again, somewhere more vital this time.

“Cordy,” somehow, she had dropped back into her seat and buried her face in her hands. “I made a mistake. I’m lost without you.”

“It’s not that I can’t live without you. It’s just that I don’t even want to try.

Every night I dream about you. Ever since the day I said goodbye.”

She let her fingers slip down the bridge of her nose a few inches. It was one of their newer songs but she was familiar with it; she’d listened to it on repeat when she’d bought the album it had debuted on, imaging red-headed geek macking Xander in this exact scenario, pleading the lyrics to her (Powers, she’d been so pathetic) so didn’t miss the pronoun change in that last line2.

“If I wasn’t such a fool.”

Right now, I’d be holding you.”

Three eyebrows lifted in agreement.

He took a few steps forward, closer to the edge of the stage his eyes still locked on her.

There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do. Baby if I only knew.

The words to say, the road to take

To find a way back to your heart. What can I do? Do get to you? And find a way back to your heart?

“I don’t know how it got so crazy. But I’ll do anything to set things right. ‘cause your love is so amazing.”

She refused to meet his gaze but could feel it nudging against her shoulder.

“Baby you’re the best thing in my life.

Let me prove my love is real.”

Her heart jumped, but she continued to watch the ice melt in her soda and the trail of the condensation flowing down the contours of the glass. It was just lyrics.

“and made you feel the way I feel. I promise I would give the world. If only you would tell me girl.

The words to say, the road to take

To find a way back to your heart. What can I do? Do get to you? And find a way back to your heart?”

“Give me one more chance To give my love to you.”

Her head snapped to him.

“Cause no one on this earth, loves you like I do.”

He hesitated a beat after the word ‘earth’ and this time her heart leaped up into her throat. Just lyrics, just lyrics, just lyrics she mentally chanted as a pain blossomed in her chest.

“Tell me.

The words to say, the road to take To find a way back to your heart. What can I do? Do get to you? And find a way back to your heart?”

He climbed down off the stage and advanced towards her. All her instincts screamed at her to run but her legs felt numb.

“I’d turn back time to make you mine And find a way back to your heart.

“I beg and plead Fall to my knees”

Following the lyric, he took her hand in his and bent on one knee before her. She swallowed hard, she’d never seen Angel so emotional, so vulnerable. It was wrong. Oh so wrong.

Run! Run! Run!

“To find a way back to your heart.”

A tear slipped down his face and her breathing became harsh, she was falling under its spell. Damn him!

“The words to say, the road to take

To find a way back to your heart. What can I do? Do get to you? And find a way back to your heart?”

As the song concluded, her legs at last remembered how to function and she bolted. “Cordelia!” Angel called after her and she forced herself to ignore the defeat in his voice.

Feeling like a complete idiot and shooting a condemning glare at the Host who didn’t seem to notice as he dabbed at his searing red eyes with a handkerchief.

“Angel”, Wesley warned as he started to follow her. Both he and Gunn rose from their seats. “Just let me talk to her, please.” Angel pleaded.

“I believe you’ve overwhelmed her, just give –” Angel darted past them, cutting Wesley off to pursue Cordelia.

He found her bracing with one trembling hand against the wall just outside the club entrance, the other hand was clapped over her breast. Her chest was heaving with each breath, and he could hear her heart thrashing against her ribs. He was going to rip that green shit excuse for a messiah’s head off.

“Cordy”, he begun but the hand that had been over her breast thrust out to deflect him.

“I can’t—I can’t--” She gasped.

“Shh, it’s ok baby,” he soothed as he gently wrapped his long arm around her shoulder. She wanted to resist, to push him off but she was frightened and that weak part of her that was being pulled in, that had missed him reached for his comfort.

“You’re having a panic attack. Look at me.” He tucked the side of his free hand under her chin and softly tilted her head up pressing his forehead gently against hers. “Slow deep breaths. In through your nose.” She followed his instructions. “One two three, out from your mouth. One two three.”

“That’s it.” He praised as she fell into rhythm with him.

As she felt the panic and her chest pain subside, she pressed her still lightly trembling hand against his chest to feel his needless lungs filling. For her. It was profound. For the first time that night she looked into his eyes.

“What does it feel like?” she asked in a whisper. “To breathe when you don’t need to?”

“Like coming alive again.” He softly rubs his nose against hers. “You’re doing that. You bring me to life.”

His words were a bucket of cold water rousing her from a dream. The anger and pain she’d been distracted from reasserted themselves and she shoved him off of her.

“That’s rich coming from the man who threw me in the gutter.” She spat and cursed the tears she felt starting to burn her throat. “You really hurt me, Angel.” Angel swallowed, shame once again filling his eyes. “I know.”

“Do you?” she asked. “I thought you were different.” She whispered so low that even Angel’s vampiric hearing barely picked it up. His heart shattered.

He cupped her shoulders and steered her around to face the full moon above.

“Do you know how the moon shines?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t. There is no such thing as moonlight. The moon appears to shine because it reflects the light of the sun. Do you understand what I am saying Cordelia?”

She rolled her eyes. “Angel, you’re not making any sense.”

Angel smiled and whispered into the shell of her ear, “You’re my sun Cordy, the light that shows me the way.”

Cordy swallowed, still staring up at the moon, all she could make herself say was, “But it’s so bright.”

“Just like you.” His arms had moved down and wrapped around her waist. “I meant every word of that song.”

Cordy’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to face him.

“Every word?” she challenged.

“Read my lips.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and she stiffened. This was not supposed to be happening. This was bad. The need to run started slithering along her nerves again but when he pulled her closer and one of his hands moved from around her waist to cup her cheek, she was overcome with warmth and her lips softly responded for a moment before she pulled them apart.

Angel looked breathless. You’re doing that. You bring me to life. His hand continued to caress her cheek and his thumb swiped at the tears at the edge of her eye.

“You are the best thing in my life.” He told her. “It just took me losing it to see it and now that I do, I’ll never forget it.”

Cordy sighed. She didn’t trust that this was real but if she were honest with herself, she wanted it to be and it felt right.

“Thank you, Angel.” She sniffed. “I still need some time, but I appreciate this.”

A smile spread across his face as though he’d just won the lottery and she couldn’t help returning it. Her dork was back, and it warmed her heart however it wasn’t the kind of warmth that could combat the L.A winter chill and she shivered.

“Here,” Angel shucked off his duster and wrapped it around her. “Let’s get you home.”

There it is. Demons do have their own demons. These were the demons the Host was devoted to fighting and that night he smiled as he watched the two champions depart together, his faith reaffirmed.

End.

Author’s Note:

1. The East Pillar here is a metaphor for Angel. The titan god of heavenly light Hyperion, brother of Kronos is regarded as the East Pillar holding the universe upright which is very befitting of the warrior who lives in the Hyperion hotel.

2. The actual lyric is “the day we said goodbye” but Angel changed the ‘we’ to ‘I’ because he’s being a big boy and taking responsibility.

Fun fact: While fact checking Cordy’s recognition of the song, I uncovered that it came out on the exact same day that the BtVS episode ‘Graduation Day: Part 1 aired, May 18, 1999.

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