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Hollywood - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Hi! I love Dog Days sooo much! I'm blown away by your writing and this is story is such a comfort to me. I'm not sure if you're taking any request but I'm hoping you can write another Max x OC. The reader is Max's biggest celebrity crush and they meet for the first time at Monaco/Miami GP. He's all shy & flustered but he manages to take the reader around the track during the hot laps. They get ask about each other in interviews/talk shows. A lot of shipping & happy ending? Thank you in advance❤️

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos, Christian Horner, far from home spoilers

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Becoming Spiderwoman was a dream come true. It was finally the big break you had worked hard for. Being Spiderwoman had its perks, many A-listers would happily slide their way into your DMS hoping they’d get a reply and you’d go on a date with them, sure a few of them were hot and definitely grabbed your attention but looks would only go so far. So many of them would have similar lifestyles to you and things like that could get boring besides, if you force something it never turns out well. 

Your love life seemed bleak well… that was until a Formula one driver announced that he had a crush on you. 

Max Verstappen had been doing some press work with his teammate Sergio Perez when one of the questions asked the pair of you who their celebrity crushes were and Max said that you were. Since that the internet took off a little. You couldn’t scroll through your Instagram timeline without seeing someone make an edit of you and Max or talking about the pair of you despite the two of you never actually meeting. 

All these events led you to now. You and your co-star, Tom Holland, were currently in Miami doing some press for the next upcoming Spiderman film. The pair of you were shooting a Q&A for GQ. Thankfully you and Tom got on like a house on fire. As you were new to the industry Tom would always look out for you, sort of acting like an older brother.

“Hello, I’m Tom Holland!”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n!”

“And we are answering fan questions for GQ.” Tom smiled as he took out a piece of crumpled paper from the pot on the table which contained the questions. “Okay so… if you could take three people to dinner, dead or alive, who would you pick?” He smiled to you as you pondered at the thought. 

“Hmm, I’d have to say, Freddie Mercury,  Carrie Fisher and… I’m gonna say Maggie Smith.”

“Those are good choices.” Tom smiled. 

“Who would you take?”

“It’s hard to pick just three, I’ve met a lot of people I’d want to take to dinner, probably Obama, Lewis Hamilton and Heung Min Son.” He smiled proudly at his answers as you moved on to the next question. 

“Favourite scene you’ve ever filmed in any film or television show?” 

“These are good questions.” Tom smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the scene where all three Peters met one another.”

“Arguably one of the best scenes in cinematic history.” 

“You think so?” Tom smirked. 

“Everyone in the cinema was clapping when it happened.” You smiled at the Brit. 

“What about you?”

“First first scene where I ever wore my suit, finally felt like I made it then.” Tom’s smirk grew to a smile at your words. 

“How sweet.” You could tell Tom was mocking you slightly, never in an ill-intent way more in a childish way. “Next one.” He dived his hand in before laughing. “Oh you’ll love this one, who is your celebrity crush?” 

“Well we all know yours.” 

“And I know yours.” Tom acted like a child on Christmas morning, swinging back and forth on his chair. 

“Well I don’t have just one -”

“But I know who fancies you.” His smile got wider. “Max Verstappen! And you fancy him back!”

“Wouldn’t say I fancy the bloke I’ve never met him although, there is something about how he looks post-race, helmet hair Max is something I could look at for hours.” Tom burst into laughter. 

“Has he ever slid into yout Dm’s?”

“He has not but he does follow me.”

“Come on Max,” Tom looked straight at the camera. “If you can drive around a car that fast then you should have the guts to dm her.” 

Well ever since that interview the internet went wild. The edits started becoming more and more frequent, more fans were talking about the pair of you and at that time you honestly thought it was just a bit of fun, Max would like a few of your Instagram posts and maybe comment on a few and you’d do a same. Nothing went further, that was until Red Bull invited you and Tom to the race in Miami. 

When Max found out he’d never been so nervous in his life, not even when he drove the final lap to win his championship. You were set to turn up any minute now alongside Tom Holland and he knew he had to drive the race of his life today after all, he wanted to impress you right? 

“I’ll be your wingman.” Tom opened the door of the car for you, allowing you to climb out. 

“If you’re my wingman I won’t ever get to kiss Max Verstappen.” The pair of you walked over to a Red Bull employee who was taking you around the paddocks and track for the rest of the day.

“Is that your plan?” Tom smirked. “To kiss him?”

“If you get to have your celebrity crush then I think I deserve mine.” You winked as you collected your passes, scanning them past security. 

“That’s why I need to be your wingman, I got mine and I can help you get yours.”

“Believe it or not Tom I can flirt my way through situations without you by my side.” 

“Is that why you’re single and needed me to mention Max in that interview to get here or?” His smirk grew, making you push him lightly as the pair of you laughed at his words. 

Miami was full of celebrities, even Michelle Obama had turned up. You had been watching this sport for years now and never in your life had you seen anything quite like Miami. It was hard to navigate through the paddock let alone the actual garages. Tom extend his arm back so you could hold onto his forearm as you reached the garages, last thing Tom wanted was you to get lost when Max was nearby. 

“And this is Christian Horner, I’m sure the two of you know who he is.” The woman who was taking you on a tour smiled at the man who extended his hand for Tom to take. Tom shook his hand, smiling as the pair said hello to one another. 

Christian turned to you, his arms open as you shared a quick hug. “There’s the woman we don’t stop hearing about.” You laughed at his words. “Not only do my daughters talk about you all the time but so does Max.” Christian turned his head, making eye contact with Max and calling him over. 

Max didn’t know why Christian was suddenly calling over. He was yet to see that you were standing alongside his racing Principle. When he got closer his face dropped at the sight of the woman he’d had a crush on the moment he’d seen her in the Spiderman trailer. 

“Ah Max, finally, I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you to y/n y/l/n, considering you don’t shut up about her.” 

Max went bright red at Christian's words. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying his best not to stare but he couldn’t help it. The woman he’d spent hours thinking about was standing before him and she was wearing his merchandise. Max could have sworn he’d just died and gone to heaven. Sensing how awkward this could get your wingman decided to step in.

“Christian do you happen to have a bathroom around here?” Tom glanced over at you, a smirk on his lips as he spoke. 

“Ah yes, I’ll show you it.” He smiled, leading Tom off which just left you and Max alone. 

“Hey.” You smiled up at the man, hoping to break the ice between the two of you.

God even your voice was perfect. 

“Hi… H-how are you?” 

“I’m good thank you.” Your smile was bright, the sight made Max’s heart flutter. It was supposed to be a stupid crush yet here he was, already stuttering. “How are you? Nervous for the race?”

He let out a deep breath, letting a small smile escape his lips before he spoke. “I’m okay, you do tend to get used to a few things when you’ve been racing for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Never nervous about driving cars that could kill you but you stutter over a woman?” 

Being an actress meant it was easy to hide your emotions, including ones like you had for Max. He might have been able to mask his nervousness but you could. Seeing how confident Max was in interviews and online it was amusing to see him crumble under you after just a few words. 

“I - Umm -” He stuttered yet again. You let out a small smile which turned into laughter, your laughter made Max relax slightly. “H- have you been around the track yet?”

“I have not.” You looked him up and down. “Care to show me? If you have time -”

“Yes!” Max may have said a little too loudly. “Yes, I have time.” He flashed a smile. 

“I’ve got an idea.” Christian suddenly came into view. “What about if the pair of you do a hot lap? We’ll set up some cameras and get the pair of you to answer questions. I’m sure if we just tweeted something out now we could get a handful of questions for the pair of you to answer.” Normally questions wouldn’t be asked but Christian had a plan, he knew everyone wanted to know about you and Max so the questions would be interesting. 

“Are you happy to do that, with me?” You turned to Max, silently hoping he’d say yes. 

“Well, I’m not going to let one of the other guys take you away am I?” He gained some confidence before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Christian as the pair of you left to get ready. 

The Red Bull social media team set up some cameras in the car they planned on using and screenshotted some questions you’d read out to Max as he drove. Christian and Tom made sure the questions had some interesting takes. 

Max handed you a helmet as he opened the sports car door for you. Flashing a smile you thanked him before he joined you. “Nervous?” He asked. 

“Yeah a little.” He laughed at your reply, starting the car up, and allowing the engine to roar. He looked at you as the engine grew louder. “Is that you’re way of trying to make me nervous?”

“Depends how you are with fast cars.” 

“Depends who’s driving it.” You smirked at the man as he held his gaze with yours. Max smirked as he set off the car, catching you entirely off guard. “Max!” You screamed as the car picked up its pace without warning. The Dutch only laughed as you gripped onto the side of the door for support. 

“Come on it’s not that fast -”

“Not that fast?” You yelled as he picked up the pace before drastically slowly down to turn the corner, making you scream at the sudden change. Max couldn’t contain his laughter as he drove. 

“You need to ask the questions.” Max turned his attention back to the road. 

“Fuck the questions!” 

Max kept laughing, he couldn’t believe this confident woman he’d met only minutes ago who was so confident around him was now screaming and holding onto the car like she was going to die. “Just start with the first one.”

You pulled up the phone reluctantly. “What is the one thing you like the most about me?”

“You have really pretty eyes.” He turned the corner, making you jerk to the side. You held your arm out for support but the only support you had that wasn’t the door was his arm. You grabbed his arm, the action made Max look down at your hand before his eyes trailed up your body, scanning every inch of you with a sly smile. 

The fans were going to have a field day with that shot. 

“Thank you!” You screamed again as he sped up. “Jesus Max, umm what I like the most about you? You look pretty hot when you’ve finished racing.” It was bold of you to say that to him but you’d already said that on GQ. 

“Next question?”

“If you had to take y/n on a date, where would you take her?” You laughed at the question. 

“Depends.”

“On what?” 

“Well would you want a more expensive date or a relaxed one? We could order in and follow Bob Ross painting tutorials or we could go to the Ritz.”

“Very creative Verstappen.” You looked back at the phone as you read out another question. “Who would win in a staring competition between the two of you.”

“Definitely me.” Max turned his head to look at you, not leaving your gaze as the pair of you stared at one another for a couple of seconds. 

“Max look at the road!” You broke away from his hold, pointing to the road but Max only flickered his gaze forward for a split second before looking back at you. 

“We’re fine.” He smirked, putting his foot down just that inch more making the car speed up. 

“Yeah you are -”

“Do you do your own stunts?” He suddenly asked. 

“Some of them why?”

“What about at the end of the film, you swung across that building and fell but landed on your feet, was that all you?”

“Yeah, I had a harness on so I didn’t die as we were rather high up -”

“Were you scared?” 

“No.”

“So you’re not scared of jumping and swinging around a set that’s high off the ground but you’re scared of me driving fast?”

“I’m not scared you just took me off guard with it -” Max suddenly turned another corner making you grab onto his arm again. “Fucking hell Max.” 

The pair of you had completed the lap but Max wasn’t done there. “How good are you with spinning?” Your eyes widened at his words, knowing exactly what he was going to do. 

“Max no -” Max had already set off, creating doughnuts with the car, he didn’t stop at just one either, he kept going. Maybe it was because he loved the way you held onto his arm to feel safe or because he was able to just have you alone and when he was in a car he felt confident with you. 

Eventually, Max had to stop. His cheeks hurt from the constant laughing. He quickly opened his door, running around the car to open your door. He leaned over you to undo your seatbelt before helping you out of the car. “You okay?” He smiled, reaching up to take your helmet off whilst the two of you were blissfully unaware that your interactions were still being filmed. 

“A little dizzy but hey that was fun.” You smiled back as he removed his own helmet, earning him an interesting gaze from you as you were taken back by his state. 

“Fun? You screamed the whole time.” 

“I scream in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun, maybe if you’re good enough you might hear it too.” You sent him a smirk and just like that, you had made Max Verstappen weak at the knees. Reaching up you placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him, leaving a stunned Max Verstappen to blush at your actions.

Max had won in Miami and needless to say the after-party was an experience. You woke up the next morning to a flood of ship edits and posts of you and Max. The hot laps video came out just after Max had won and fans didn’t need to wait long for more content of the two of you. 

Photos started to circulate of the pair of you at the party. Max had his arms around you as the pair of you danced to the music. You spent your morning scrolling through multiple video edits and photo edits of the two of you. You even liked a few, knowing that would also more than likely set the fans off even more. 

You wished you could have stayed in Miami for longer but you had to fly to London with Tom, the pair of you were set to appear on The Graham Norton show for more interviews. 

“Morning Mrs Verstappen.” Tom smirked as you met him outside your hotel room. “Is Max in there with you?”

“No, he isn’t.” 

“So did the pair of you -”

“No, we didn’t do anything like that.” You huffed, pulling your hoodie closer as the pair of you left to catch your flight. Your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked down to see that Max had Dm’d you. A smile crept across your face at the sight. “Not yet anyway.”

On the plane you were finally able to answer his message. 

Max: Christian told me you were leaving today, have you left yet? X

You: We have, we’re going back to London for press, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye x

Max: Don’t apologise, are you free on the 25th? X

You: I believe so, how come? X

Max: Will you still be in London then? X

You: Yes x

Max: I wanted to ask you in person but seeing as you’re no longer in Miami I’ll ask you now, would you like to go on a date? As you’re in London we could go to the Ritz? I’ll book everything and if you’re free that weekend would you like to come to Monaco with me for the race? X

You: I’d love to Verstappen x

Max: Thank fuck x

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tom’s voice grabbed your attention, snapping your head up your smile faded when you realised what he was alluding to. 

“Nothing -”

“He’s messaged you hasn’t he?”

“He -”

“What’s he said?” Tom smirked. “Oh come on y/n you’ve got to tell me -”

“He asked me out on a date, he wanted to ask in person but considering we’re up in the sky that might be rather hard.”

“What did you say?”

“Take a guess.” It was now your time to smirk. 

“Where are the two of you going?”

“The Ritz -”

“Bloody hell he must fancy you, that place is expensive.” 

You arched your brows at his comment. “As if your bank account would be damaged if you went there.” 

“You know if things work out well between the two of you we could all go on a double date.”

“Well I hope they do because I’m going to Monaco with him after.”

“Please use protection I don’t want mini y/n’s running around, one’s bad enough.” Tom smiled as you flipped him off, sinking back into your chair to text Max. 

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“y/n I have to ask.” You sat alongside Tom and a few other celebrities as Graham Norton started to interview everyone. He was yet to ask about Max which was surprising considering it was all anyone was talking about currently. “You and Max Verstappen…” The crowd cheered as you broke out into a smile. “Is there anything between the two of you?”

“Well…” Your smile didn’t falter. “I hope so.” The crowd screamed again. “We have a date set up and well… who knows what will happen.”

It wasn’t just you who had been questioned about the two of you. Max had to deal with interviews all year round, thankfully for you, it was only when you had an upcoming project coming out or if you were invited on a talk show out of the blue. He’d said the same, that the two of you were going on a date in the near future. You knew it would be hard to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye as everyone was still very much obsessed with the two of you but the reaction was very positive so maybe the two of you could be the next parents of Hollywood, despite his profession.

You’d managed to survive the endless questions and the constant teasing from Tom who was determined to have your upcoming relationship talked back so maybe the press would back down from his. 

Opening the door to one of the dressing rooms which held your belongings you were met with bright ocean eyes and a mess of brown hair. Standing in the middle of your dressing room was a very tired Max Verstappen who evidently took the first flight he could to London after you’d left. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked down at his hands which had a large bouquet of flowers tightly grasped between them. 

“I - I’ve just realised how weird this must be -” His confidence fell. You warmed to his words, he really did like you. 

“It’s not weird, if anything I’m actually rather impressed you managed to get a flight out here, make yourself look presentable after that hangover you must have gotten last night and pick up flowers.”

“I am very tired.” He let out a breath of relief. 

“Well…” You stepped closer to him, your hands resting above his. “Why don’t you come home with me and this time I’ll drive.” 

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you like the flowers too, I wasn’t sure which ones to get so Daniel helped.”

“They’re beautiful Max.” You took them into your hands, admiring how stunning they were before moving one hand to lace into his. “Come on, I’m fucking shattered.” 

Needless to say, the photos of the two of you holding hands as you left the set went down a treat on social media. 

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[p0nyobr]

PRESENTING MY OC!!!

Well, first of all, for a good introduction, I'm going to tell you everything that's currently relevant for you to know about my oc!

Her name is Sophia dos Santos Vitória. She is a Brazilian woman who, although introverted, is very chatty, lively and cheerful.

Her negative points are that she is very debauched, anxious, with a slightly foul mouth, and a short temper. Her good points are that she is determined, caring, loving, funny, trustworthy, loyal and very romantic. She always had a good heart.

Sophia is very proud to be Brazilian, she is the type of person who likes to resolve personal problems in secret, and hides a lot of things... She has a younger brother called Samuel, who has a very good relationship and is very protective. with him. Her most common nickname is "Sol" or "Soso".

Sophia lived with her biological parents until she was 12 years old, when a certain "accident" occurred that changed her life, and as a result she and her brother were adopted by Thiago.

Sophia met Ian at a young age when she went to the USA for the first time briefly (it was only 10 months), but she only officially lived in the USA after she was 12 thanks to Thiago. Ian's mother never really liked their friendship as she didn't understand why the girl's biological parents "disappeared".

As previously stated, Sophia hides many things about her life, and will never talk about her life before meeting Thiago. Sophia has a problem with her wrist, a type of arthritis after breaking her wrist bone repeatedly due to............

. . .

Some more silly information:

•Sophia has motephobia, although she doesn't like to admit why she thinks it's a stupid fear.

•Sophia hates fake people, betrayals and has a habit of walking away when she gets hurt by someone.

•She loves Dark Romance books, criminal case films, and loves eating chocolate, in particular, she loves brigadeiro.

•She is very proud of her country and loves answering questions in front of the country, the only thing she hates is ignorant assumptions and xenophobia.

•She is a musician, she makes some music in secret to "let off steam" but she intends to make songs and soundtracks for films, and being a small artist, she creates some content for the internet mainly on Instagram.

•Speaking of her music, her musical style is focused more on Rock and Pop, she is mainly inspired by artists such as Renato Russo, Rita Lee, Melanie Martinez and Freddie Mercury.

•Furthermore, while still in high school, she took a technical HR course, so she has knowledge in this area.

•Sophia has rhinitis, she always ends up having sneezing attacks because of it, and finally, her favorite animal is dogs!

Some more random sketches of her:

Well, so far I think we already have a good introduction about Sophia, my au in the swwsdj universe is called: "The DarkSide of the Sun" (Sophia x Sunny Day Jack). But I also intend to stage another au: "The BrightSide of the Shadow" where, briefly speaking, Sollys ends up meeting Jack, or rather, Joseph, long before the accident in '84, and what would have happened if they had met much earlier...

I'll probably also post some drawings and some small comics with other characters I love from Sncaap Studios, like Elias and Bo, but as said before, "The DarkSide of the Sun" will be my main project.

Well, thank you for reading this far, I apologize if there are any spelling errors, to be honest, most of the things I type in English are translated from Google Translate, but I hope to achieve better fluency in the future... Wait for new posts, byeeeee ;)

#sunnydayjack #sdj #swwsdj #somethingiswrongwithsunnydayjack #oc #ocs #art #artist #brasil #br #sdjoc #eliasgallangher #dachabo #thegroomofgallaghermansion

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[inlocusmads]

Nora | bisexual awareness week '23 q's & a's

A/N: Tagging @choicespride (tysm for the questions!),, Nora's my Crimes of Passion MC who's bi and I have written some stuff (very few, if I might add, which I hope to change) for her, talking about her bisexuality, which you can check out too. (Once I find the goddamn link)

When/how did your OC/MC realise they were bisexual?

Nora realised she was bi in a very gradual way. It wasn't a quick sign from the Gods, rather a step by step process. She didn't put a label to it until after she started dating one of her friends and ever since then, she'd kept it a bit quiet.

Growing up in the 90s and early 2000s where bisexuality was not discussed at length and the LGBTQIA+ community received a lot of general condemnation, Nora never really had a chance to explore the bisexual culture or get to know some queer people herself; outside of her relationship. She didn't realise it was called "bisexuality" until after her then-partner, Stephanie told her so after she realised she liked boys the same way as she liked girls. 

Is your OC/MC out? When/how did they come out? To whom?

Nora never had a big coming out ceremony or anything. She understood it and moved on, because for the most part she doesn't have an active social life. But she did come out to Uncle Tommy when she first realised so (he was accepting, ofc) during college and introduced him to Stephanie (which ended up being a terrible decision because they tag-teamed against her)

After college, she went to the police academy to train to be an officer and there, she came out to her friend, Officer Darwick. She obviously did come out to Ruby, Luke and Mafalda once she found the situation apt. It wasn't a huge deal, of course but Nora has had experiences where her telling people she's bi has turned some heads in negative ways. These days, she's careful about disclosing her sexuality.

Who are your OC/MC’s bicons?

Nora doesn't have bi-icons but she had a couple of people in film and TV that made her realise she was bi.

Specifically Kiera Knightley in Bend It Like Beckham (she's watched all the soccer movies), Freddie Mercury, Tomomi Nishimoto, Cynthia Rothrock, Annie Lennox and the main characters of X Files, Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. Nora was a huge TV kid.

Does your OC/MC have any friends/family in the LGBTQIA+ community?

Mafalda, her boss, is queer, who has a wife in canon. They generally get along pretty well; Mafalda, though not invested in Nora's personal life, is definitely somewhat concerned about her wellbeing.  Trystan, Nora's partner and is a mild annoyance, is bisexual like her and they have had fun times watching movies, discussing people ("Why is everyone hot?") and other things. Some of Nora's underground friends are also queer, but they are merely informants so they don't really talk about anything besides work and information. And that is about it. 

Nora doesn't really talk to people, she's hardly ever on the internet or out on the streets. She might find some people during pride marches or queer clients, but most of them lose touch. Same with her ex-partners as well. 

How would your OC/MC describe their sexuality?

"It's like this, all right, yeah? I just don't know how, but I feel like I'm trapped in between two Hozier songs."

How/why did you decide to make your OC/MC bisexual?

It stemmed out of purely selfish reasons - for me to better explore my own identity through Nora since as I do research into her character and write her, I may be able to understand parts of myself as well.

On the other hand, there was this inexplicable truth. Nora would be bisexual. It was one of the first things I jotted down about her character. Literally "I didn't know how her crisis response is, but she definitely likes men and women!" and also because the world might like more disaster bi representation.

Is your OC/MC celebrating Bisexual Awareness Week? How?

Nora leads a very monotonous life and hates getting dressed up in anything other than her usual get-up. But she might be willing to change her clothes for a bit; just her shirt into a nice purple striped one. She might get a different coffee and a nice pastry, for making it through to see another bisexual awareness week and spend her nights watching a bunch of period dramas with Kiera Knightley in it. 

Anything else you’d like to share about your OC/MC and/or their identity?

Nora is very quick to develop fondness for people, regardless of gender but she doesn't show it. The moment Trystan attacked her with a serving tray, she was like "Oh shit, okay. Damn. Okay. Fine." - just absolute pandemonium. When Aneesa, her ex-partner marched up to her, blood on her sleeve to file a police complaint, Nora was just bi-panic throughout. She tends to fall a bit in love with people who give off confidence in any way. It could be a TA explaining a concept with such passion in their eyes, or a barista sketching out a name with such expertise.

Another dead giveaway was when she saw Pride and Prejudice with her friends during a movie night in college. As much as she was behind the Darcy x Elizabeth ship, she found it much more appropriate to ship Elizabeth with Caroline Bingley. After the movie, she had a lot of questions to ask herself, including why she had to simply unearth all of Kiera Knightley's movies immediately. 

Nora wasn't on good terms with her sexuality when she immediately found it out. Learning about it in the early 00s when there was sparse awareness made her jump to a lot of hurtful conclusions - including how "it could've been a trauma response", because this was just huge. Nora wasn't used to such a huge revelation. She'd had enough of them in her childhood. 

Seeing its implications happen right in front of her - homophobia in her college, in workplaces - it wasn't fun. She didn't embrace it until after Stephanie and her broke up (because she was off to med school in a different part of the country and Nora was staying back) and she got to deal with it, in that chunk of time. Later she learned it was yet another fraction of her identity and she didn't have to take it all fast and strong; explore it in her own time and the future needn't be all grim and worrisome. For every hundred queerphobes out there, there was at least one person to have her back and that optimism kept her going forward. 

Nora has had literally the most chaotic dating history ever, which is ironic since she's only ever dated three people until she hit her early 30s. 

Stephanie Graham went on to become a pathologist, because she found forensic sciences boring. Rowan Greene hopped from being a police officer to a pink rockstar. Aneesa Wang had to say a tearful goodbye after getting framed for a crime she did not commit and Nora had to send her off in a boat to whichever place she preferred; to escape charges. Not once did she get a traditional "break-up" with an argument or anything. Everyone was in such a rush, everyone fell out, everyone just had to leave.

 It did leave Nora with some -- protective issues to deal with, which explained why she got the first plane to Drakovia when Trystan was taken away by his family. 

Speaking of Trystan, they both come out to each other in the most unexpected way. They're both watching a film in the theatre; Trystan had brought a book with him to judge the adaptation well. Nora's just beyond agitated. They see two people on screen played by quite an attractive man and a very buff woman - essentially the lead actors and they're breathing heavily after a chase scene. Nora cannot keep her eyes away from the screen and Trystan does too and in the end, Trystan is like "Okay, the adaptation is good." Nora doesn't need words to know he's feeling the same jittery bi panic as she does. It's just so pure, it takes them back to when they were teens understanding themselves, it is just the smallest but sincerest acknowledgement of their commonality. That they truly get it. 

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Tysm for reading! Tumblr is glitching like crazy, so I hope this reaches you glitch-free!

#nora rose #bisexual awareness week #choices bisexual awareness week #choicespride

[pinkplasticprincess]

OC Masterlist

Which of my OCs are open for asks? Well, all of them, but I have dozens, so here's a list to help you get started

OCs for my original projects/particular fandoms

Black Desert:

-Rima Kimura

-Himemiko Kimura

-Ririko Kimura

Inuyasha:

-Yuki

-Emiko

-Ayano

-Inuala

-Aoi

-Nahime

Outcode/Misc OCs:

-Madevery Arlington Poe

-Yevenvy

-Dr. T/Laurel Lavigne

-Raizel Blacklust

-Udella Scarberry

As The Bobbin Dwindles:

-Lucille Bobbin

-Agatha Bobbin

-Babs Bobbin

-Douglas Bobbin

-Samara Thimble

-Rori Bobbin

-Lorraine Bobbin

-Eleanor Bobbin

-Howard Stagger

-Rochelle Bobbin

-Tonya Bobbin

-Edmund Bobbin

-Ivy Bobbin

-Cordelia Bobbin

-Resi Thibodeaux-Landry

Black Butler:

-Aurora Newcomb

-Reagan Mulligan

-Ophelia Adderstone

-Célestine

Undertale:

-Reverie

-Chevalier

-Chiffon

-Averell

-Lysander

-Lucida

-Sarina

-Kaiju

-Jura

-Ramona

-Sirius

Mario:

-Francesca

-Fae

-Forest

-Francis

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

-Dinah

Invader Zim:

-Lily (Lillian Lane)

-Xue

-Yano

-Zoe

-Lou

-Ranmao

-Poni Lane

-Zora Lane

-Jun

Toontown:

-Joisy

Wizard101:

-Jasmine Soulblood

-Llewella Anvilblood

-Tatiana Seahammer

-Morgan Moonvault

-Suri Titanshield

-Tarlac Bluecrafter

-Catherine Silverglade

-Devin Crowheart

Sonic:

-Buttermilk

-Areal

Pokemon:

-Lady Staryu

-Andrea

-Aucilla Lunsford

Rosario+Vampire:

-Kiyoko

-Naoki

-Latte

-Katsumi

-Yuriko

-Megumi

Monster High:

-Kiki Paws

-Jessie DeVille

My Hero Academia:

-Prospect

-Hailey Baudelaire

Avatar The Last Airbender:

-Tomiko

My Little Pony:

-Hopeful Heart

-Dawnstorm

-Bigshot

-Lemon Blitz

-Ghostie

-Haiku

-Tsunami Wave

-Mercury Retrograde

Fairy Tail:

-Fern Deerknight

-Peridot Calderon

Happy Tree Friends:

-Fiona

-Fuchsia

-Fido

-Tuesdae

Witchblade:

Fuyumi

Soul Eater:

-Olive

ANIKA:

-Anika

The Truth in The Witches:

-Rosabella Crivello

-Gwendolyn Crivello

-Phoebe Crivello

-Esmee Crivello

Five Nights at Freddy's:

-Stella

-Kitty

-Sango Hitachiin

-Tinker

-Chie Hitachiin

-Primary Bunny

-Usagi Hitachiin

-Len Hitachiin

-M.O.M.

-Mephisto Matoi

Amateur Surgeon:

-Catamina Throbbing

Chateaux Lumineux:

-Castle

-Martini Belkin

-Unity Pallavicino

Left 4 Dead:

-Savannah Townsend

-Emerson Butler

-Juan Hernandez

-Hiro Nakajima

Blood Bride:

-Effie Pangilinan

A Blue Shine:

-Abi Blue

Carnival Crusher:

-Ringo Gauntlith

-Bubbles Burleson

-Clyve

Vampire Knight:

-Kaori Amano

Trauma Center:

-Hera Preston/Anastasia Adrastos

-Castalia Preston/Tali Adrastos/Lia Preston-Zane

-Abioud Adrastos

-Antigone Adrastos

-Yvonne Zane

-EVE--X*

-Aphrodite Preston

-Eros Preston

-Amphitrite Preston

-Poseidon Preston

-Hades Preston

-Isaac Zane

-Yasmine Yelps

-Antigone Adrastos

-Aimee Dubois

-Luther Swanson

-Angelica Babineaux

-Shortstop

-Reggie Swanson

-Sue Ellen Vanderblite

-Apollo Campelle

-Eris Preston

-Athena Preston

-Persephone Preston

-Erida Preston

-Ares Swanson

-Thaleia Preston (Tessa)

-Leucothea Preston (Lucy)

-Natalie Jontel

-Paxton Sears

-Kelly Sears

-Eve Evalyn

-Benedict T. Evalyn

-Kameko Kyriaki

-Donnie and Debbie Deftera

-Teresa Triti

-Toxica Tetarti

-Powell Pempti

-Simon Savato

-Little Monster

-Sting McCreary

-Kimmy Circuit

-Tracy Stiles

-Betty Niguel

-Akinyi Tulba

-Lilac Fyals

-Amanda Cherrystone

-Eia Greensfield

-Sage Enomoto

-Coco Enomoto

-Violetta Enomoto

-Julietta Enomoto

-Katrina Enomoto

-Sierra Enomoto

-Destiny Enomoto

-Daisy Enomoto

-Charise Enomoto

-Dustin Enomoto

-Augustine Enomoto

-Kendall Freebird

-Marina Crest

-Opal Crest

-Alison

-Margaret

-Chelsea Enomoto

#me ocs #me stuff #pinkplasticprincess #OCs #masterlist

[freddie-mercury-rising]

I'm working on rare pair and are these rare enough ships?

Frelton (Elton John x Freddie Mercury)

Fem!TayTay (Regina Taylor x Chris Taylor)

Brim (Tim x Brian)

I think those are extremely rare! Sounds awesome!!

I’ve got a John Reid/Freddie one in the works.

Also I have a Dominique/OC + Dominique/Roger (not a threesome) as well that may or may not go anywhere.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Guardian of Creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 14

*Author’s note*

Well it has been awhile since I did an update with this series but I finally took some time and finally came around to do this chapter.  Now idk when I’ll do the next chapter but I hope it’ll be soon. I really don’t wanna give up on this series and I hope you all haven’t given up either. I know the Queen/BoRhap fandom’s been almost silent lately but I hope we stand strong.

Warnings: swearing, torture, abuse, animal (in this case magical creature) cruelty/abuse

Chapter 14,

Kidnapped, tortured and broken

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@simonedk​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@queendeakyy​

@glitter-at-the-panic​

@geek-and-proud​

@kinole009x​

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All you saw was pure darkness.  All you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing and you thought you could also hear the shrill of a woman’s voice.  Suddenly your vision came back to you however you found out that you were forced down on your knees with your arms behind your back.

“So this is the so called human savior that my foolish nephew Crowley found eh?” you looked up and saw the familiar crazed curly hair of John’s mother Bellatrix Deacon.  Seeing her up close and personal was like you were looking at a rapid animal.

Her pupils were so dilated you could barely see the brown color in them, hell if you didn’t know any better you’d say she could pass off having black eyes.

“Indeed it is.” The shadow wizard wearing glasses and had sleeked back black hair and piercing cold light blue eyes said.  She scoffed. “Filthy muggles. Thinking they can learn our ways of magic! The world would be better off without ‘em!”

“Madam has such a sharp sense. Clever in every sense…..” a large fat, bald male said.

“Shut up Gollum!” she snapped at the creature.  Gollum, oh yeah you remember reading about them in the Magical creatures book.  They’re basically slaves to Wizards but never mistake them for weak.  They may look fat and slow but they are able to lift things 50x their own weight, and can snap a person’s spine in half if they are ordered to do so by their master.  The Gollum submitted and whimpered fearfully at Bellatrix’s fury. “Did you find the others?”

The man snapped his fingers and soon more shadow wizards came in, coming beside them were cocoon-like shadows.  One large one stood beside you and the other looked smaller, soon enough the smaller one revealed itself to be Roger and the taller one was Thor. From Thor there was Brian and Seraffel. And from Roger there was John and Ardeth.

“Hello sweetie, you miss me?” Bellatrix said to John.

“I could say a lot of things about you and not one of them would be anything in the ties of family feeling.” She did a slight tick.

“Is that any way to speak to your mother!?”

“I think we have very different definitions of being a ‘mother’.” Her right eye twitched then she slapped John across the face, the slap actually echoing throughout the entire room.

“DAD!!” Thor and Seraffel cried out.

“You psychotic bitch! Touch him again and I’ll freeze your ass so thick that not even a blue flamed dragon will be able to thaw you!” Seraffel growled threateningly.  Bellatrix then turned to Seraffel and even gave him a slap across the face.

“You do that and you and your brother will be locked somewhere where not even the crows can land their droppings on you.” She hissed into his face.  “What of that snake beast that’s always with them?” she said as she stood back up and paced in front of you all.

“We’re taking care of him. In fact I gave him a special little concoction of my own design. He’ll be out of commission for a while.”

“Excellent. And what of little Serafina? Your brothers having their way with her?” she cackled softly with a sickening grin.

Jesus this woman….if you could just move your arms you’d sure would like to wipe that grin off her face.  How dare she speak of Serafina like that!

“She was not with us when you sent these mages to collect us.” Ardeth spoke.  Bellatrix cackled and she said.

“As if I would ever believe that, Arabic dog!” She leaned down towards Ardeth.  She stood back up and walked towards the shadow wizard wearing the glasses and continued, “Now come on enough games where is she? That little wench has been clingy to my poor excuse of a son ever since they could walk. Wherever he goes, she’s sure to follow. Like a good little puppy.”

“I’m—afraid he’s not lying.” She turned to the man.  Her facial expression in a stoic gawk.  Her eyes wide as she let out a whisper.

“She wasn’t there?” the man shook his head. Bellatrix then began to frantically pace around the nearby fireplace which was roaring with a huge fire.  

Then in a flash she raised her wand and fired a green fire blast at the fireplace which made the fire explode behind her, her hair fanning out like a deranged demon.  With a flick of her wrist with her wand, a whip came out and attacked the shadow wizard standing behind John.

“How dare you—” a female shadow witch proclaimed but she was silenced when the whip wrapped around her throat.  She was the flung out the window before Bellatrix attacked another male shadow wizard that stood behind you.  She forced him across the room, hitting the wall.

“GO! FIND HER! FIND HER YOU MONGRELS!!!!!” she roared out in pure anger.  Not even wanting to test her again, the shadow wizards disappeared all except their leader. “Corvus! Put the creatures in their cages! I want to have a little conversation with my sonny boy. Mummy to son!” She said as she went up to John and actually pulled him free from his shadow binds, pulling him right up to her face.

You as well as the others were soon being forced to walk out of the room and towards what you would assume would be the dungeons.

“Dad! No dad!” the boys called out.

“John!” you called out.

“I’ll be okay you three. I’ll be okay.” Was the last thing you heard him say to you before the last thing you saw was his mother smirking maliciously at her own son.

You were then pushed into a cage and heard it lock behind you before the shadow wizard known as Corvus walked away after sending the others into their own cages.  Already you could hear Thor and Seraffel trying to bust down their cages.

“It’s no use boys.” Brian said.

“What you’re giving up already Uncle Brian! You know who our dad’s with we can’t just leave him alone with her!” Seraffel said.

“I understand your concern for your father ice dragon. But these are not ordinary cells. These have been engraved with ancient ruins. Which means we can’t use our powers and no amount of strength can break these bars.” Ardeth explained.

“So-so we’re just gonna stay locked away down here!?” Thor asked is disbelief.  You wanted to agree with them but upon closer inspection you saw that what Ardeth had said was true.  Ruins aligned the bars; they were small and faint but you could somehow see them carved into the iron.

You sat down with your knees to your chest and thought about John and prayed to God that he’d survive whatever torture his mother was about to do to him.  You also prayed that wherever Serafina was, she’d hear him and come save him as well as the rest of you.

*3rd Person POV*

John collapsed to the ground.  His whole body trembling after being hit repeatedly and mercilessly with the Crucio curse.  He was then spun onto his back while his mother hovered over him with the very same knife she’d use on him as a child.  He once again felt like that frightened child as she held that knife right up against his cheek, allowing him to feel the hauntingly familiar steel blade.

“That wench of yours has never once left your side and now she just pops off to Merlin knows where! You will tell me where you sent that FILTHY HALFBLOOD WENCH!!” she first started off in an icy whisper before finally screaming in his face.

“Don’t know……she went……I swear! I don’t know where she is!” John pleaded with his mother.

“Oh I don’t believe you.” Without hesitating, she held down her son’s head with her left hand and with the right, she began to carve out a word under John’s forearm.  Echoing throughout the entire mansion, John’s agonizing screams pierced the air.  Mixed in with his mother’s sadistic cackling it was like being in an insane asylum.

Below in the dungeons, everyone could hear the agonizing screams of John and Bellatrix’s insane cackling and demanding screams. Thor and Seraffel shook in pure anger before they decided to hit their cages as hard as they could with their bodies. Slamming against the iron bars trying to break free (even though it was pointless).

*2nd Person POV*

Hearing John’s screams just made your heart stop and your stomach drop.  There was nothing you could do.  It was almost too painful for you to listen to John’s screams anymore, so you closed your eyes and covered your ears but you could still hear his agonizing screams.

Goddamnit Serafina where are you!? Can’t you hear your husband’s pain? You guys are already connected so you should feel it right!?

Footsteps soon came down the corridor, through whatever light could be seen from the moonbeams that shined in the dungeons, you saw that it was the Deacon’s Gollum as well as the glasses wearing Shadow Mage known as Corvus.

“The dragons, the elf and the Nokk. You four are to come with us.”

“Oh yeah? And where’s that?” asked Roger.

“Let’s just say your presence is needed—elsewhere.”

“And just what do you mean by elsewhere?” Seraffel demanded.

“That is none of your concern dragon. Just know that if you refuse to cooperate,” that’s when you felt something beginning to squeeze your heart.  Your throat clumped up and you could literally hear your heart beat ringing in your ears, “The muggle will die.”

“You sick bastards let them go!” Seraffel shouted.

“They’ve got nothing to do with this!” Thor tried to reason.

“Oh you’re right. They do have nothing to do with this, after all—they’re nothing to us. Just another, worthless, pathetic muggle born.” Corvus’ eyes turned to you.

From what you could see, his blue eyes were nothing but ice cold as the pain in your chest continued to grow and grow.  Your heart racing even faster, pleading for air. You tried to speak but it was as if your voice was silenced permanently.

“Alright we’ll comply!” Brian shouted.  Corvus turned to Brian’s cell. “We’ll comply with you. Just don’t hurt them.” Corvus’ lips turned up into a slight grin and just as suddenly the pain was in your chest, it was released and you let out a loud, desperate inhale of air.

You began coughing and felt something warm land on your lips, you raise your fingers to see just what it was only to see the familiar thick red substance of blood staining your fingertips.

“(Y/n), you alright?” Roger spoke to you worriedly.

“I’m—I’m okay.” Soon you heard the cell doors open and out came Thor, Seraffel, Brian and Roger.  The Gollum tied up Brian’s hands with rope while Thor, Seraffel and Roger were given chains around their necks.  Soon the four of them were led out like dogs on a leash until they disappeared up the stairs.

“Ardeth?” you call out.

“I’m here.”

“Do—do you think…..we’re gonna get out of this alive?” he was silent for a long moment.

“To be honest, I do not know. But we cannot allow them to break us, Shadow mages pride themselves in their arrogance. And harming others is what gives them that ego boost.”

“But what about Brian and the others?”

“I wouldn’t worry about them. All of them are clever and strong. They won’t break as easy as the Shadow mages think they will.”  You hope he was right.

*Roger’s POV*

We were lead outside the manor and saw a bunch of other Shadow Mages outside, however unlike the ones that captured us, these guys had a jaguar brands on their arms.

“As promised, four new toys to try out.” Corvus stated.  A female Shadow mage with silver hair and piercing honey-like eyes came up to Thor and lifted his chin up.

“The dragons and the Nokken will be most useful. The elf, maybe not so much.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware of Celina, Elves are notorious for their healing abilities. Perhaps he can be used to heal some of your clan members.” Celina smirked before releasing Thor’s chin and she said to Johnathan.

“Alright Corvus, you’ve got a deal.” She gestured one of her boys to come forward and he handed Johnathan a sack of sorts.  Johnathan opened it to reveal about 200 pounds. These sick, twisted Mages, they’re selling us like cattle!

“Pleasure doing business with you Felidae.” Johnathan said with a smirk before he and the Gollum walked back towards the manor. Soon each of us were pulled by our binds and forced to walk with these mages now.

My nephews and I were the ones who tried to break free from our bonds.  Chaining us up like we were no more than human dogs to them, I especially hated the feeling of being bounded by something.  Minus Serafina’s magic, having being bound by something whether it’s magic or chains it’s like—being molested by an unknown force that keeps a tight hold to you and will never let go.

For days we trudged on the open country side of jolly ol England.  I don’t know whether they were trying to break us this way or just tire us out, either way it was a foolish way.  Once I trekked the entire land that would soon become both North and South America twice without rest.  Brian’s kind, they can last several days without rest since Elves have a slower metabolism, basically they’re super human and don’t break that easy if they don’t get food or water for a few days.

And of course with Thor and Seraffel being dragons, they’ll last since Ardeth’s people supplied with a dragon sized meal for them.  But I knew their bonds must have bothered them as much as it did me.  For the Mages also decided to bind them by their backs, preventing them from spreading their wings once in a while.

You know how you’ll see birds shake themselves out by flapping their wings, well that keeps blood circulating through their wings and keeps them healthy.  When dragons are in their human form, they have to every once in a while spread their wings out for the same reason, cause if they don’t it causes them serious back pains and can even paralyze their wings if bounded long enough.

By day 5, I could already see from the lads that their backs were starting to ache them as they would shift their shoulder blades, roll their shoulders, anything to try and ease the aching muscles in their back.

It even got to the point where Thor was so uncomfortable, he actually created a thunderstorm right over us.  Not any rain but there were definitely some thunder and purple lightning flashing the sky.

“Oi Storm dragon! Yah might wanna cease this yammerin in the sky yah?!” one of the Shadow mages spoke with an Irish accent.

“He would if you would allow us to stretch our wings out you damn eejit.” Seraffel defended his little brother.  The Irish shadow mage turned around and was about to punch Seraffel across the face when he was forced to stop mid-walk by none other than Celina.

“My husband paid good money for these beasts. If any of them are harmed, it’ll be your head Seanie do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” She freed him which made him drop to the ground.

“Keep moving, I promised him we’d be back in 6 days with his prizes.” She ordered the rest of the shadow mages.  They obeyed her with a ‘yes ma’am’ and forced us to continue walking.

The next morning I smelt something in the air.  It smelt like—brimstone? And…..horse manure? As we came over a hill that’s when we saw it.

A fortress like structure with walls well over Thor’s dragon height, steal iron and it even had runes on them.  What do I mean by runes, well I mean magical ruin, symbols that date back to the Anglo-Saxon era of man.  Serafina told me that only the witch or wizard that cast them can use their magic.  So even if you are the most powerful creature on earth, if you’re trapped within a rune binding, you’re basically a sitting duck.

We got closer and closer to the fortress, meeting some other Shadow mages with the same Jaguar symbol branding on their arms, and even the fortress walls bared the Jaguar shadow symbol on a flag.  

One shadow mage took control over Brian’s body using his shadow sorcery, 10 men came up to handle Thor and Seraffel (five shadow mages each took care of them) while 4 handled me.

I shifted into my white horse form trying to give me some more weight for them to try and drag them down but they held my chains firm.

“Open the gates!” Celina called out and when they did, we were greeted with an awful sight.

Obviously this place was bigger than it looked.  A fight ring on one side of the fortress, a corral on the other, and a stable that went all the way around the entire fortress. Dragons from fire drakes, to the peaceful Asian water dragons were kept in cages, being whipped or forced to submit to the Shadow wizards that stood at their cages.

Elves in chains forced to be slaves as they walked back and forth making weapons or potions to probably benefit Grindelwald’s followers and maybe even harm us magical creatures.   I turned around and watched as the gates were sealed shut and lit up with the runes, locking the doors permanently.

“Separate them!” the Irish mage Seanie said and soon the boys were taken towards the East end of the fortress while Brian was forcefully escorted to the upper levels of the fortress to be put to work.  Meanwhile I was forced to walk straight ahead, and that’s when my heart dropped.

As we walked along further into the fortress, I could hear the sound of thunderous footsteps.  But they didn’t come from any dragon or giant, not these steps I knew all too well.

That was the sound of a Nokken army.

And that’s when I saw them.  All of my brothers being ridden on like actual horses, all of them walking as a single unit, looking down and obeying these Shadow mages commands. My younger brothers were now slaves to these brutes.

All of them—broken.

I let out a frantic, desperate neigh as I called out to them hoping they would recognize me.  That’s when a tall, skinny black stallion looked up and nickered surprisingly.  Tommy, my youngest brother in the pod.  Back before I left the pod to join Fred and his cause, he and his twin brother Nikki were just colts.

But now he was practically a juvenile standard of Nokken. Black stallion (contrary to popular belief, we have to earn our white coats with age and experience. We’re first born as black stallions, then slowly become brown before finally we turn white).

That’s when I saw that bumping behind him was none other than his twin brother Nikki.  No just how many of my younger brothers do they have here? What did these shadow wizards’ need us for? The Shadow Mage riding on top of Tommy gave him a whip to his behind to get him back in position.

I pleaded one more time to my brothers but this time none of them even looked up at me.  They just kept marching, and marching, and marching.

Rage boiled up inside me till I just lashed out and tried to make a break for it.  The shadow mages that held onto me, tried to pull me back but I was a true fighter, I wasn’t gonna obey them.  I bucked, kicked, reared, stomped, anything I could to intimidate them.

That’s when a Bombarda spell came down just barely a foot in front of me stopping me in my tracks.  Before me was (who to me) looked like the Shadow mage in charge.

He had sleeked back dark brown hair, piercing cold blue eyes much like Johnathan Corvus did, he wore a fancy black dress suit and tight leather gloves on his hand.  Around his neck was a silver broach with (you guessed it) the Jaguar family crest.  I huffed at this wizard as I bared my teeth at him, flicking my tail angrily telling him I meant business.

“What seems to be the problem cousins?” he spoke in a pure, rich British tone.

“We got us a wild one this time Malcolm.” Said one of the shadow mages that held me.

“Deacon and Black’s pet Nokk cousin.” A Scottish shadow mage spoke up.

“Really?” Malcolm piped in arrogantly.  He walked up towards me, took out his wand and lifted my chin with it.  “We’ve broken many stubborn Nokkens in our life time. This one will be no different.” How dare he……

I then took his wand between my teeth and snapped it in half before spitting it down to his feet.  For someone who takes their shadow abilities based off the animal of humans, he definitely wasn’t no jaguar.  Malcolm smirked at me, picked up his wand and snapped it till it was completely in two before carelessly tossing it aside.

I stomped my front right foot as a challenge for him but he looked at me as if I were nothing but a worthless dog, all bark and no bite.

“Conduct him like the rest of his brothers.”

“Yes cousin.” Just looking into this guy’s eyes alone I was thinking—sea snake.  I huffed and snarled at him, keeping my eyes on him till he left me alone with his cousins.

I was dragged towards some sort of preparation stable. They placed me between these two iron-plated gate and wrapped my chains around the poles of them.

“Alright Graham, he’s all yours.” Said another Irish shadow mage.  I reared my head downwards giving him a snarl as he jumped back trying to dodge my teeth. “Be careful though, he’s a wily one.” A deep chuckle came out from a blacksmith shop nearby.

A pudgy, fat old wizard soon came out wiping his hands of the grease and grime.  Thinning white hair and a little tache above his upper lip and he spoke with a thick Irish accent.

“See ‘ow wily he is once I’m through with ‘em.” He took out a pair of scissors.  Oh fuck no! he came right up to my mane and was about to cut a chunk of it off, but I quickly turned and bit him in the hand.  He jumped back grabbing his hand and checked it out.  I huffed and gave him my best stick eye.

No one but Serafina Deacon-Black touches this mane.

“A fighter eh?” next thing I know, my head was forced down into a bagged muzzle and I could only watch as each strand of white horse hair fell down onto the ground.  The fat bastard chuckled as he continued to cut my mane but then another idea came into mine.

They may have pinned my neck and head, but these mages sure as hell didn’t take my whole body into consideration.  So I simply just leaned a bit to the left, pinning his hand against my body and the iron cage.  The fat mage cried in pain as he tried to free his hand and fell to the ground in the process.

Once he was free, I nickered out a laugh through the bag as I looked him in the eye.  He gave me his best glare as he muttered.

“Alright.”

*3rd Person POV*

After completing their marching exercise, two of Roger’s brothers that he had seen Nikki and Tommy took notice of their older brother’s games with the old fat bastard (as all the Nokks referred to Graham).  Nikki nickered curiously as Tommy turned and followed his older twin’s gaze.

Due to that little stunt, the shadow mages now used a spell to paralyze Roger’s whole body so that Graham could continue his work.  Now taking a small knife, he picked up Roger’s front right hoof and began cleaning out all the gunk, dirt, coral, anything that could be trapped underneath his hooves.

Now he wouldn’t know at the time, but he managed to move that leg out of Graham’s grasp and quite literally, kick him in the ass. Leaving a well deserved hoofprint on the old geezer’s trousers.  Roger laughed again through his sack-like muzzle.  From their spot, Nikki grinned while Tommy whinnied out a laugh, remembering just how much Roger loved to toy with wizards, especially the male ones.

A shadow witch came and bound Roger’s leg that kicked Graham with a chain this time.

“I told yah, good ol iron will always do the thing instead of relying on magic too much!”

“And I told you yah old geezer, we don’t know how his leg got free! No one is ever able to break our shadow paralyzing spell.” The younger witch snapped at him before leaving.  As Graham went back to work, this time hammering a new horse shoe onto Roger’s hoof.  Roger nickered softly and soon felt his back foot raise up ready to kick Graham right in the face.

“Graham watch it!” another witch called out to him but it was too late.  The second he looked up, Roger’s back leg socked him in the eye sending him onto his back.  Nikki and Tommy both let out whinnies of laughter at their older brother’s games which soon caught the attention of the other Nokks as well, including Roger’s twin brother Vince.

Graham grunted and rubbed his head before glaring back at Roger who glared at him.  This was the last straw for Graham, playtime was over.

He had all of Roger’s legs triple chained up to ensure that he couldn’t escape this time.  In his shop, Graham was pumping up the brand of the Felidae family and was going to brand Roger with that very mark on his side.

“Yah bloody wanker this ‘ill teach yah to mess with me.” He muttered.  Nikki cringed out a worried nicker while Tommy lowered his head bending his ears back so that he wouldn’t hear the painful roars to come.  

In Vince’s stable he lowered his head, many Nokks, including him have broken once they’ve been branded.  Being water creatures, any source of heat is painful for them if it gets on their skin, and this guy brands this in blue dragon fire which makes it twice as painful and more torturous than any Nokken could ever take.

Graham came onto Roger’s right side, holding the flamed poker with the brand at the end, chuckling arrogantly.  But Roger wasn’t going to go down without a fight.  He wriggled and wormed his head around until finally he got free of his muzzle, his head hovering straight over Graham’s entire body.

He let out a gasp while Roger smirked at him before giving him a well-earned, hard, painful headbutt, knocking Graham out cold.

“Graham, you alright mate?” asked a shadow mage as Roger snorted at him, claiming his victory.  Nikki, Tommy and Vince all whinnied out laughter at their brother’s play.

“This Nokken is unlike any of the others. He’s even managed to slip pass our spells.” Said one witch.  “How is this possible?”

“I don’t know.” Said another female witch as they both stared at Roger, who raised his head up high, glaring at anyone who dared try to brand him next.

“Elizabeth, Robyn, you two rally your brothers and—tell them to take this Nokk to the stables.” Said a male shadow wizard.

“Not the stables James.” Malcolm’s voice soon spoke up. The three of them turned to face the head of the Felidae shadow clan.

“Malcolm?” James asked.

“The corral. It’s time we broke this beast.” Malcolm’s final command was.  And whatever the head of the house says, the others must obey.

*Roger’s POV*

The corral huh? Break me? Heh, good luck with that.  I was taken to the corral and as if I were a normal horse, they saddled me up and forcefully tried to pry my mouth open so that I was forced to feel the touch of their shadow reins.

Let me tell you it felt and tasted revolting.  Try to imagine a thick stripped down rag being gagged between your teeth that felt as hard as steel itself.  I gave them a fight but one of them just had to cheat and give me a good, hard shock to force my mouth open.

I reared and shook my head as I felt the first shadow mage get on top of my back.  All right, you Mages think you can break me? Well come on then, let’s ride!

The second that gate opened, I bucked madly which shook the young male wizard on top of my back like a ragdoll.  I made an erupt stop and he slammed right into the back of my neck making him disoriented.  I quickly spun around before giving him one final buck, sending him flying into the air and landing right on his stomach in the dirt.

I gave him an arrogant huff before turning to Malcolm who only gave me a glare.  Next in line.

The next rider was a slightly older male shadow mage sporting both a tache and beard.  Arrogantly he thought he could last longer than the other guy, yeah right.  I took him out quicker than the last one, sending him right on his arse.

Of course as I walked away he shouted a profanity at me. Calling me a ‘lousy piece of horse shit’.  And like hell I was just gonna take that lying down, I charged head on at him to which he ran for his life.  Barely making it out of the corral before I gave him a quick bite to his arse.  From the nearby stables, I could hear some of my brothers laughing out, I turned to see it was none other than my brothers Tommy, Vince and Nikki.

I nickered to them thanking them before trotting back, my tail flicking with pride and my head held high.  Once I got back to my so called ‘kennel’ I snorted out at the witch who stood in front of it, making her reel back in disgust as I got back into place, nickering arrogantly.  Next!

“This one will break ‘em.” A Welsh witch spoke as a big Scots shadow mage came at me with a horsewhip in hand.  Please like he’ll be any different.  I threw that big lug off of me under just one second.  All it took was one good leap and he went soaring through the air, even knocked another wizard who was sitting on top of the corral fence.

Even some of the witches tried to ride me but just because they were girls didn’t mean I gave it to them any easier.  In fact I made sure to buck those bitches off of my back even harder, because like I’ve said before.

The only witch who I allow on this stallion’s back is Serafina Deacon-Black.

Now to really show these bastards I meant business.  I charged at one end of the fence baring my teeth and stomping my hooves aggressively.  I then charged towards another section of the gate, scaring the shadow mages there, even knocking some of them into a trough.  Finally my eyes turned to Malcolm, I charged head on right towards him.  

The mages around him backed up but he stood firm with his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed with hate as I growled right in his face, my breath even making parts of his short hair flow freely from its sleeked back form.

I stood face to face with Malcolm panting heavily.  My eyes piercing red at this point, my blood boiling and my heart racing.  You have proof yet you cocky little shit?  I don’t go down without a fight.

“Celina!” Malcolm called out.

“Yes Malcolm?” the woman who brought us here stood by Malcolm’s side.

“Take this Nokken down to the boiler dungeon. No food or water. 2 weeks.”

“With pleasure my darling. Plus with a little more fire power from those fire drake’s we got, the boiler room will be extra hot for this one to—cool down.” She said with a sadistic smirk.

Next thing I know I was trapped within a cell and all I could feel was hot air surrounding me.  It was also strange that I could feel that my legs weren’t chained up at all, nor was my snout or neck.  But still it was scorching hot in here.

I laid down in my cage, smacking my lips already starting to feel my mouth growing dry.  I huffed and nickered softly.

Damnit Serafina where are you? And Freddie, what happened to him? Was he here with us or was he still at the manor with John, (Y/n) and Ardeth? And just what the hell was this place exactly? Why would the Shadow mages want all of us creatures for?

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[mercurysnitch]

Papa Don’t Preach - Mother Mercury ‘Freddie lives’ AU

Summary: Eve has big news to share with her Papa. So big it’s going to change everything.

A/N: In honour of Freddie’s anniversary I stitched together a couple of AU snippets I had into a full(ish) fic. It’s basically Eve and Dad Freddie fluff, with really not enough Jim, but anyway. This is set in a universe where Freddie still got HIV, but it wasn’t diagnosed (ie it wasn’t detectable) until 1989, which meant that even though it still progressed he lived long enough to get access to the first effective treatments, which essentially saved him (as they did Jim in real life). So basically he got sick, but by the time this takes place in 1996 he’s mostly recovered. Everything else is essentially the same, which means Joe Fanelli still died in this universe, unfortunately. The only other major difference is that because Freddie is still alive John and Veronica never took on the ‘extra parents’ role for Eve, although they’re of course still an important part of her life in this universe.

A quick bit of background about the events depicted here, which have only been touched on in Mother Mercury: in the main Mother Mercury universe, Freddie left Garden Lodge to Eve, but she and Daphne didn’t move into it for a long time after Freddie’s death. The initial plan was that they would move in after Eve took ownership when she turned eighteen, but once she got pregnant they realised it would be the best place for her to live with the baby, so Eve moved in before Mel arrived. Daphne kept her own house, but spent a lot of time at Eve’s as well. Also, Daphne was extremely unhappy when Eve got pregnant, and they fought to the point that Eve increasingly turned to Veronica (and John) for support as time went on.

Also, Nikos is of course Mel’s father, who’s been mentioned a couple of times in Mother Mercury. He and Eve are still together when Mel’s born, but they don’t last much beyond that in any universe. They’ve well and truly broken up by the time he goes off to uni a bit over a year later. He tries to help out with Mel at first, but the novelty and the amazement he shows here wear off pretty quickly, and once he gets to uni most of his attention is quickly taken up by other things, leaving Eve to basically go it alone from then on. He might appear properly in a later chapter of Mother Mercury, I haven’t decided yet.

*** indicates a time skip.

Warnings: Pregnancy, childbirth (offscreen), mentions of illness, mentions of death

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Eve was immensely grateful to still have her papa, she really was. She was beginning to realise just how lucky he was to have lived long enough to get the new life-saving medications that had finally arrived only a couple of years ago. She had known, of course, what the alternative was, she was old enough to understand what had happened to poor Joe even then. But it was only recently that it had really started to sink in how easily that could have been her dear papa’s fate too.

It wasn’t something she liked to think about it much, how easily the world could have lost Freddie Mercury when he was still far too young, still had so much more to give. Yes, she was very grateful her papa had survived to be around for many years more, making music and doing all the things he loved.

But standing on his doorstep, about to drop the bombshell that she, his beloved daughter, was pregnant at sixteen, a part of Eve was starting to question whether her current situation might have been made easier had she not had to face her father. Or more specifically, the dramatic reaction he was bound to have to her rather unwelcome news.

"You're what?!"

Eve winced, bracing herself for the inevitable storm. "You heard me. I'm up the duff." Freddie looked absolutely furious. "You - have I taught you nothing?" he spluttered. "Did you ever listen when I talked to you about using protection?" Perhaps unsurprisingly, recent experiences had turned Freddie into a passionate advocate for safe sex. The minute he got the merest hint of an implication that his daughter might be getting physical with boys Eve had been subjected to multiple lectures on safe and healthy practices, though he left discussion of the mechanics to her mother. Not that Eve would ever have asked him anyway, they both knew that was rather beyond the scope of his expertise.

"Of course, Papa" Eve sighed. "We used- well Nikos said he used a condom, but obviously it didn't work…" Freddie raised an eyebrow at his daughter's phrasing. "You think he might have lied to you?" he questioned. Eve shook her head. "No, I trust him, but…" She looked at her father, her eyes full of uncertainty. "If he was telling the truth, how did this happen?" Freddie softened immediately, throwing his arms open to Eve, who gratefully threw herself into them. "Nothing's infallible, darling" he murmured, holding his teenage daughter close. "Perhaps you're just very unlucky." Eve stared up at him, eyes full of tears. "Or maybe Nikos needs to change condom brands" Freddie quipped. "Either way, not your fault." She suddenly broke into a smile, giggling through her tears. "So, dear…" Freddie said gently. "Have you decided what you want to do?"

Eve's smile was abruptly replaced by a rather fearful expression. "I have" she said quietly, taking a steadying breath. "I want to keep it." Freddie's jaw dropped. "Are you- are you sure, darling? Are you absolutely sure that's what you want to do?" Eve nodded, her eyes still wide with worry. "But I don't want to do it alone…" she said uncertainly. Freddie smiled slightly as he pulled her back towards him. "You don't have to, dear" he reassured her. "I'll always support you. And Jim will too, I'm sure." Eve visibly relaxed, her worries finally starting to lift. "Thanks Papa" she murmured gratefully.

Eve and Freddie sat snuggled together for a long time. Once the initial shock wore off Freddie started coming up with all sorts of plans for his grandchild-to-be. "You should come and live here!" he suggested excitedly. "You can have your own little apartment upstairs, and that way you won't have to do anything about housework and all that, just look after yourself, and them, once they're born." Freddie employed a couple of cleaners, who visited once a week, and of course Phoebe still ran the household, though Jim tried to do his fair share too. And he’d eventually found a new personal chef after Joe died, though the new man didn’t live in.

Tempting though the offer was, Eve wasn’t convinced. "I'll have to go to school at some point" she pointed out. "And you'll have to listen to them screaming all night, you won’t enjoy that." "Perhaps not" Freddie mused. "Still, I'll make sure you have help, wherever you are." Eve smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Papa."

***

Though Eve hadn’t accepted Freddie’s offer to move in permanently, she would still need to make a major change to her living arrangements. Her mother lived close enough to Garden Lodge that she was able to more or less wander between her parents’ houses whenever she pleased, but Daphne was quick to point out this wouldn’t be practical with a newborn in tow. Eve briefly considered trying to move out on her own, but the idea died when she realised she was still too young to have a lease in her own name, and she wouldn’t really be able to afford rent and bills either.

Having given up the notion of moving out, Eve still had to decide which parent she would live with once the baby arrived. Her mother nominally had primary custody, but space was at a premium in her two-bedroom row house, and Eve thought she would struggle to fit a crib into her already crowded bedroom. Daphne had also made it quite clear she wasn’t pleased with the path her daughter’s life was taking, though she was still doing her best to be a supportive parent. Nonetheless, there was significant tension between mother and daughter, which in recent weeks had boiled over into more than one blazing argument, so Eve thought living with her papa might be the more peaceful option.

Naturally, Freddie was thrilled when Eve announced she wanted to move in with him. And Jim and Phoebe were just as excited to welcome her back to Garden Lodge. Freddie, though, was almost more excited at the prospect of a renovation project at his house.

When Eve had lived there as a child she and her mother had simply taken over two bedrooms at the end of a hallway, next door to a bathroom. Freddie had offered to create a proper apartment for them at one point, but Daphne had always insisted they were perfectly fine with their current accommodation. The matter was quickly dropped, but Eve had long thought her papa was slightly disappointed not to have an excuse to rearrange his house back then.

This time, however, it was clear to all parties that a self-contained space would be the best option for peaceful co-existence, so a renovation was more or less inevitable. Naturally, Freddie launched into the project with great enthusiasm. He cleverly came up with a plan to connect Eve’s bedroom with the room on the other side of the neighbouring bathroom, in a way that would create a self-contained apartment with a small living space in addition to the two bedrooms. It was even accessible via the back stairs in the kitchen, allowing Eve to come and go whenever she liked without disrupting the rest of the household.

The renovation was completed just in time for Eve to move in before her exams. She was immediately pleased with the extra privacy her new apartment afforded her, and the increased independence from the rest of the house. It was soon established that although the space wasn’t soundproofed, nearly any noise Eve made was at least muffled enough by the extra walls that it wouldn’t disturb the rest of the household. Freddie was hopeful this would extend to ensuring the baby’s cries wouldn’t be too disruptive outside Eve’s rooms, once they arrived. But if it didn’t, they’d manage. He would always stick by his daughter, whatever happened.

***

Eve was sure about what she wanted to do, but that didn’t mean she never had moments of doubt. School kept her busy, but after she finished her exams she was faced with the terrifying reality that she was now only weeks away from her due date. On what was supposed to be a celebratory weekend at home Freddie quickly noticed she was uncharacteristically quiet. “Are you alright, dear?” he said gently, aiming for a casual tone. “ Not too uncomfortable are you, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, Papa” Eve assured him. Freddie was not at all convinced. “Are you sure? You can be honest, I promise I won’t be embarrassed this time.” Eve’s rather frank descriptions of some of the changes in her body over the last few months had been known to cause her father to blush, though he was getting more used to such discussions now.

She had actually been a bit hesitant to talk about the details of her pregnancy with her papa initially, fearing he’d be awkward about it. In the event, however, he was surprisingly fascinated by the whole process, and made sure to reassure his daughter he was very happy to hear about it even if her comments did make him squirm occasionally. Eve was quite pleased that her forthright commentary hadn’t made him genuinely uncomfortable, though she couldn’t help wondering why he was so curious about everything she was experiencing.

“I didn’t get to do this bit, with you” Freddie pointed out, after she finally asked him about it. “I’ve never really gotten to see it… ‘up close’, shall we say.” “Everyone else in Queen has masses of kids, though, you must have been around when some of them were born” Eve said. “Not many of them” Freddie admitted. “Between tours and recording trips we don’t actually get to see much of each other’s partners.” “I s’pose not” Eve mused. Freddie smiled slightly. “Besides, it’s true what they all say” he said fondly. “It’s different when it’s your own grandchild, it just is.” Eve had realised then that her papa was genuinely excited about being a grandfather, despite the less-than-ideal circumstances.

“It’s not… my body’s fine” Eve mumbled. “But…” She trailed off, suddenly unsure about confiding in her papa. Freddie, however, could tell there was something bothering her, and he was determined to find out what. “But…?” he echoed.

“I’m scared” Eve admitted. “What if… what if I can’t do this? What if I’ve failed everything and I can’t get a job and we’re poor forever and they hate me? What if I’m a bad mum? What if I shouldn’t’ve…” The words tumbled out in a fretful rush, the last thought disappearing in a flood of tears.

Freddie threw his arms around her, holding her as she cried. “It’s alright, darling, let it out” he soothed. When Eve had regained some composure he held her out to face him.

“First of all, dear, you know I would never let you starve. I’m sure you’ve passed everything with flying colours, but if you somehow haven’t, there’s always a plan B, and in the meantime you might as well make the most of having an outrageously wealthy papa to support you.” he told her. “True” she said thoughtfully, smiling slightly. “But I’m making it hard for myself as it is, if I haven’t done well I’m just about making it impossible to finish school like a normal person…” “Nothing’s impossible for you, darling” Freddie assured her. “Besides, normal’s boring.”“Perhaps” Eve agreed uncertainly.

“It is” Freddie insisted. “But anyway, you’ll be a great mother, dear.” Eve wasn’t convinced. “You can’t know that for sure.” “Maybe not” Freddie said airily, “but the fact that you’re worrying about being a bad mum shows how much you already care about your child, and they’re not even here yet.” “Is that all it takes to be a good parent, then, caring?” Eve joked. Freddie grinned. “Of course not, dear, but you’d be surprised how far it gets you.” Eve raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“It was all I had, at first” Freddie admitted. “I was terrified, you know, when I first met you. I didn’t know the first thing about raising a child, not really. But a very wise person once told me that as long as you can show your child how much you care about them, as long as they know you love them, everything else you can work out as you go. Like every other parent in history.”

Eve smiled gently. “You were scared when we met?” she said, somewhat disbelieving. “I was three, how was that scary?” Freddie grinned. “I wasn’t scared of you, silly, I was scared about becoming your Papa. Which is normal, by the way, I doubt there’s a parent on earth who wasn’t utterly terrified at the prospect at some stage.” “I bet uncle John wasn’t” Eve suggested. “Oh yes he was” Freddie countered. “Poor boy was quaking in his boots when Veronica told him he was going to be a father” he recalled fondly. “To be fair I think he was more frightened of how her parents were going to react to her being unmarried and pregnant to an impoverished musician than actually becoming a dad, once he got over the shock of course.”

Eve grinned at that. “That’s the spirit, dear” Freddie said encouragingly, holding her happily.”Now remember, you’re Evangeline fucking Mercury, you can do anything.” “Not actually my name, Papa” Eve sighed, smiling with fond exasperation. “But y’know, I think I feel better now.”

Freddie smiled as he embraced her. “You’re still a Mercury, no matter what your proper name is. And you’re still amazing, darling.”

***

The weeks after exams slid by surprisingly quickly, and in seemingly no time at all Eve’s due date was imminent. Naturally when she did finally go into labour Freddie was the only other person in the house, which of course sent him into a flap about how to get them both to the hospital. Fortunately Jim soon returned from his errands, and managed to calm down his partner, retrieve the go bag and bundle everyone into his car within half an hour, getting Eve to hospital in good time.

Once they arrived, Freddie stayed with Eve, acting as her support while Jim tracked down Daphne and Nikos, who’d both agreed to support Eve in the delivery room. In Daphne’s case the support was somewhat begrudging, as she had thought from the start her daughter would be better off giving the baby up for adoption. However, since Eve had moved in with her father the physical separation of mother and daughter seemed to have eased relations somewhat, and Eve had very much wanted her mother by her side in her hour of need.

Not that Eve didn’t want her father there too, but Freddie had been clear from the beginning that while he was quite happy to do his share of hand-holding and cheering from the sidelines while Eve was in labour, he had absolutely no desire to be present for the main event, as it were. There were some things he’d really rather remain ignorant about, frankly.

As it turned out, there was no need for anyone to rush to Eve’s side just yet. Progress was steady, but it was clear the baby wasn’t in any hurry. Although Freddie was soon relieved of number one support person duty by Daphne’s arrival, he stayed in the waiting room, stepping in when Daphne needed a break. He was happy to stand in for Nikos too, but in an unusual display of loyalty the boy adamantly refused to leave Eve’s side for several hours after he arrived, eventually ducking out briefly only after he was persuaded he wasn’t going to miss anything in the next half an hour or so.

Eventually, after many hours Freddie went to see how things were going only to be stopped by Daphne. “Don’t come in, they’re about to take her to the delivery room” she told him. “Shouldn’t be long now.” He returned to the waiting room alight with excitement, only to find himself waiting for what felt like days, though he would discover later it had only been around two hours. Finally, finally Daphne came out, face shining with quiet happiness. “You can go in now” she said softly. Freddie didn’t need to be told twice.

He practically raced through the hospital corridors, but as he arrived at Eve’s room he hesitated, eventually deciding to peek cautiously through the door. She was sitting up in bed, tenderly holding what appeared to be a bundle of blankets, radiating joy. Nikos was sat next to her, staring at the bundle with wonderment. "Knock, knock!" Eve looked up, grinning when she spotted him. "Papa! Come in, come in." Having obtained permission, Freddie bounded across the room, trailed by a grinning Jim. "Sorry" he mumbled to Eve. "Couldn't hold him back any longer." "It's alright" Eve assured him.

Freddie slowed as he reached his daughter's bedside. "So this is the troublemaker" he said wonderingly, gazing at the bundle in his daughter's arms. Eve smiled affectionately. "Yes, this is she." Freddie's head shot up to look at his daughter, beaming with excitement. "She? It's a girl?" "Yes, she’s a girl" Eve confirmed, laughing happily.

"Does she have a name yet?" Jim asked, his voice softer than usual. Eve and Nikos, sat by her bed, exchanged glances before he spoke up. "Melina" he announced, sounding rather awed. Freddie's eyes went wide. "Melina? Really?" Eve nodded. "Absolutely." "It's a family name" Nikos explained. "But I gather it's significant to you too." "Indeed it is, dear" Freddie mumbled, still a little shocked.

"Papa, do you want to hold her?" Eve asked, breaking through her father's reverie. Freddie’s eyes lit up. "Of course, darling" he said gently. He didn't stop smiling as the baby was delicately placed into his arms. She had dark hair and olive skin, he noticed. Quite an impressive tuft of dark hair, actually. "Oh, darling, she's beautiful" he murmured admiringly. Jim was peering eagerly over his shoulder. "Can I-" the Irishman started to ask. "Of course, Jim" Eve assured him. Melina was soon passed carefully over, and Jim quickly concurred with Freddie's original assessment.

Freddie, meanwhile, leant down to plant a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead. "You've done so well today, darling, and through these last few months. You're absolutely brilliant, my dear."

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[peggingtaron]

Masterlist

Lucy Boynton

Essence of My Muse (Lucy x Female Reader) *

You were recently hired as Lucy’s makeup artist. She was your greatest muse and soon enough, you were hers as well. 

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith (Legend)

Spectacle (Teddy Smith x Reader) *

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Mr & Mrs Smith (Gardner x Married Reader) *

A perfect house in a perfect neighbourhood with a perfect husband. A house you felt trapped in. And a husband you no longer loved. After your husband would leave for work, the highlight of your day was waiting for a certain postman to come along...

Sincerely Yours (Gardner x OC series)

One day, Gardner comes across the town’s librarian, Audrey Ezra, prompting him to begin a daily visit to the library. Rekindling his childhood love of books, Gardner became intrigued with the mysterious British bookworm he’d observe every morning.

Prologue

Chapter 1 — Something Lost

Chapter 2 — Kaleidoscopic Sanctuary

Chapter 3 — Book Binge

Edward Scissorhands

Belle & Edward (Edward Scissorhands x Beauty & The Beast crossover)

Belle, with a dreamy far off look and a nose stuck in a book, is isolated from the common folk that judge her, and dissatisfied with her life in the small suburban town. Upon exploring the old abandoned castle, far off from the town, she discovers a boy with scissors as hands, living his life all these years in the ancient shadows of the castle. A scissor-handed boy named Edward.

Chapter 1 — Little Town

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[andormeddows]

Are you drunk ::: Brian May (III)

Pairing: Brian May x OC!Adeline

Summary: Adeline and Brian are best friends who have feelings for each other. One day, she confesses her feelings for Brian and he turns it all into a huge mess. 

Word count: 4086.

Warnings: Contains smut! Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. A lot of swearing. It’s pure smut: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), fingering, oral sex (female receiving).

Notes: Alright! I couldn’t help my horny self! This is the last part and it’s basically a filthy and bad written smut! Also, I didn’t proof-read this, so there might be a few mistakes? Sorry! Hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1 / Part 2 are here!

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Brian’s long fingers traced Adeline’s lips slowly, his eyes admiring her features. The dimly lit room held a lighter atmosphere than the previous night. Brian’s damp buttoned up shirt was still thrown by the door, not entirely dry yet. Adeline noticed it when Brian stepped on it carelessly as they eagerly entered the apartment. She pushed the door behind Brian until they heard the lock click. For a moment, they stared at each other’s eyes, searching for the same feelings and desires.

“Bri, that’s your shirt,” she murmured against his lips, when he kicked it away, far from them both.

“Yeah, it’s been there since yesterday. Guess it can wait a few more hours?” he answered pressing his body against Adeline’s. She laughed softly, reaching for his chin and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“Don’t you dare complain about it later, saying all your clothes are dirty and your place is a mess,” she provoked, motioning to the piece of clothing on the ground.

“I won’t, promise.”

“I’m counting on it, because I won’t leave late at night with you to do the laundry again,” Adeline shook her head, a wide smile spread across her reddened lips.

He laughed, pecking the girl’s lips. “It happened once because my washer machine was broken and I needed those pants! But guess you had fun the last time you accompanied me? You just couldn’t stop laughing in happiness when we left the laundry shop in the middle of the night to buy a few beer bottles and you walked in the middle of the street, yelling nonsenses at the inexistent people there?”

He was right. She rolled her eyes at that provocative manner of his, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again. “You know, I had different plans for tonight. Guess I wouldn’t like to be interrupted by a trip to the laundry place.”

“Oh, is that so?” Brian smirked.

“Yes,” she answered and disentangled her body from his grip, getting rid of her heavy coat and hanging it by the door. She also kicked her leather boots off and reached the living room, staring around it. “Where’s my David Bowie vinyl?”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “By the telephone table, you always leave it there, Ali.”

“Bri, it’s not here,” she mused while he reached the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a cold beer bottle out of it. “That’s why I asked.”

“It’s not… It’s not there?” he asked from the kitchen, frowning and raising his voice so that Ali would hear him while in the other room.

“No,” she absentmindedly answered while looking around the room once again.

She approached the vinyl player by the side of the room, completely addled by the record on the platter, the head-shell barely lifted so that the cartridge was centimeters away from the disc. David Bowie’s name was imprinted on its center; the cover lay on the wooden floor.

“I’m sorry,” Brian’s soft voice echoed around the room, making Adeline turn on her heels, a confused look on her features. Brian felt embarrassed, even though he knew he needn’t feel like that. He just didn’t want her to know he had spent almost the entire morning playing and replaying it, because it reminded him of her. Cheesy. “I… After you left yesterday, I… You know, I listened to it.”

It shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? Actually, it was. Adeline had so long forgotten that vinyl at Brian’s apartment and since then, it stayed there. They ended up creating this weird habit of listening to it during the nights she would have dinner at his place, slowly dancing to the music, their bodies pressed together and hands intertwined, enjoying each other’s company. The fact was: he never listened to it alone. It was their thing.

“Did you?”

“It reminded me of you. If I had to keep one memory of our friendship, I would like it to be all the times we danced together to it,” he answered in a brittle voice, averting his gaze from the girl by the other side of the room, a slight shade of pink peppered around his cheeks. God, he hoped she couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry. Saying this out loud now sounds so fucking ridiculous. I was trapped in this abysmal state where I had lost you forever.”

Adeline ambled towards the vinyl player, slightly pushing the head-shell until it touched the record and pressing the play button soon after. The music softly filled the room, making her eyes blaze with happiness. Brian took a sip from the beer in his hands, almost cringing at how cold the liquid was.

“Dance with me once again?” Adeline asked, motioning for Brian to approach her and stretching one of her hands in his direction. That gesture buoyed him up, a cheerful yet relieved smile on his lips. He rested the glass bottle on the telephone table and paced towards the girl.

“It’s an honor,” he merrily answered, gently holding her outstretched hand and taking it to his lips in order to press a light kiss on her warm skin.

After that cheesy formality, Brian intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her close to his body, his other hand pressed against her waist. Adeline’s free hand reached his shoulders, slowly trailing it up his shirt until she reached the junction between his broad shoulders and his neck. Brian shivered when her fingers touched the back of neck, softly pulling at some strands of his hair. It had happened before, but, then again, there was something different that night. Surely, they were friends enjoying each other’s company, but there was a spark of an evident desire for each other.

He intently watched her features, slightly averting his gaze down. His brown eyes met hers as their bodies swayed timidly without leaving their spot on the living room. David Bowie’s voice echoed around the room, the cartridge slowly dragged itself through the disc, its low, almost inaudible, scratching noise reached Adeline’s ears, causing shivers to run up her spine.

“God, I love that sound,” she murmured, closing her eyes in an almost orgasmic way, lips slightly open.

Brian pressed his lips together in a thin line, watching the girl get lost in her own musical world. She would always have a dreamy smile plastered on her lips, occasionally moving them to sing along to the poetic lyrics she intensely admired, while Brian would idly conduct them around the room. He, himself, would be lost in her peaceful aura. It was beautiful. On that particular night, Adeline rested her head against his chest, humming softly along with the music while lost in her universe. Her hot yet rhythmic breath left her lips and she absentmindedly dragged her fingers up his neck, Brian’s breath hitching.

Brian’s hand that was once pressed against her waist reached her chin in a feathery touch. She slowly opened her eyes. Adeline simpered, coming out of her reverie to find a rapturous expression on Brian’s face as he inhaled deeply, his lips close to hers.

“Stay with me tonight?” he whispered, his brown eyes boring into hers, trying to dig out an answer from them. “Or not if I’m overstepping?”

“Bri,” she laughed lightly pressing the hand that was on his neck against his chest. “Why would you be overstepping?”

“I… ” he begun unsure. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s that… I just don’t know how far you’d like to go.”

His heart missed a beat when her hands reached his cheeks and her thumb grazed over his lips. “How far would you like to go?”

“A lot, to be honest,” he murmured quickly, biting his lips as though saying cursed words. His hands pressed against her waist, fingers eagerly ghosting over her shirt and pulling her closer to his body. The music softly playing was long forgotten by his brain.

“Oh, good. This actually meets my plans for tonight, you know?”

Brian smiled widely as she leaned in and pressed an eager kiss to his lips. His tongue gently entered her mouth as their bodies tangled in the middle of the dimly lit living room. Her hands were still on his cheeks, pressing themselves against his skin as the kiss deepened. Their noses bumped into each other as they changed positions, briefly breathing in. The only thing that could be heard was that filthy kissing noise mixed with the music.

“Are you still up for that whole idea of sharing the couch once more?” Brian whispered against her wet lips, saliva slightly smudged around its corners.

Her eyes blazed in anticipation. “I sure am. All night long.”

With that, Brian tightly hugged her, eliciting a surprised squeal from her throat as they staggered to the couch. She fell against the soft pillows, arms wrapped around his neck while he prevented himself from falling upon her by leaning his hands against the couch back pillows. He reached for her neck, pressing his lips against it in a chaste kiss before massaging her skin with his tongue. She hummed in appreciation, closing her eyes and taking one of her hands to his curly hair, slowly scratching his scalp.

She shivered and exhaled in pleasure as he kept biting her skin and sucking at it, reaching all possible spots that made her elicit quiet whines. Brian slowly reached the junction between her neck and her shoulder, pulling at her shirt collar to get to her collarbones. Her fingers, deeply entangled in his hair, pulled softly at his locks once again and he couldn’t contain a satisfied hum from escaping his occupied lips. Adeline’s blood pulsed through her body in eagerness. It seemed as though her body temperature had escalated at an inhuman pace as she felt hot and bothered.

“Hot in here, isn’t it?” she murmured, tugging at her shirt.

Brian slowly kneeled in between her legs as he unbuttoned her yellow button up shirt, pulling it from inside her pants, a smirk on his lips. “I can help you with that.”

The crinkled fabric of the shirt was still in his hands when he kissed down her chest. Adeline smiled, biting her lips and bringing her hands to his face, pulling him in her direction and kissing him on the lips once again. In the middle of that messy kiss, she pulled at the short sleeves of the shirt, glad to get rid of it and throwed it aside. Brian sighed in satisfaction and was quick to kiss, bite her skin and suck at it once again. His hands roamed her back in search for her bra hooks as Adeline’s hands tried to undo the buttons of his usual white button up shirt.

“How long will it take for you to undo it?” Adeline provoked Brian as his fingers lingered across her back in a totally failed attempt to find her bra hooks.

“God… I just can’t…” he complained, frowning. “I can’t concentrate on kissing you and undoing your bra. It’s too much for my brain to process.”

Adeline laughed, abandoning his half unbuttoned shirt and guiding her hands to her back, unclasping her bra. Brian quickly pulled at its straps down her arms and brought his hands to her waist as she leaned her head against the couch back pillows once again, closing her eyes. His mouth pressed kisses against her belly, tracing aleatory patterns on her skin and his longs fingers now massaged her breasts in delicate and slow movements.

His kisses traveled up her belly to her collarbones once again. Soon, his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking at it and grazing his teeth against it.

“Oh…” she exhaled in pleasure, slightly arching her back against his mouth and feeling her blood run hot in her veins, heart accelerating from the pleasure shooting through her body.

“Does it feel good, love?” he asked against her skin once again, eyes boring into hers in an eager manner to spill all of his intense feelings through them.

She quickly nodded as he pecked her lips and tore his button up shirt away. Adeline’s gaze flew to Brian’s flushed chest, a smirk finding its way to her features. She sat up straight on the couch so that her face was almost level with Brian’s, hers slightly higher. He didn’t waste time to lean forward and capture her lips once again; her hand reached his shoulder as their tongues mingled in a needy and noisy kiss. She slowly trailed her fingers down his arm, finally leaning her hand against his chest. The warmth emanating from him seemed to magnify her desire tenfold.

“God, Brian…” she uttered, lips parted in exasperation at the overwhelming anticipation to be with him, to get lost in his arms.

Foreheads against each other, both of them deeply inhaled in an attempt to recover their breaths. His long fingers tangled in her messy hair as their eyes bore into each other’s again. She laughed quietly, biting her bottom lip as she traveled her hands down his chest until they reached the waistband of his pants, wholly overjoyed after seeing a sparkle quickly cross Brian’s eyes. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as she teased him, dragging her fingers against his skin.

She reached for his neck, pressing feathery kisses against it. He sighed, leaning against her touch. She sucked at the spot right below his jawline that had him whimpering quietly. Meanwhile, his hands traveled up her clothed legs, tightly pressing his fingers against the fabric of her loose jeans. God, his fingers. Adeline let out an involuntary filthy moan as she let her mind wander to the image of Brian fucking her, fingers deep into her.

“Fuck, Ali,” Brian laughed breathlessly while eagerly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling its zipper down. Adeline bit his skin, pulling at it softly, which had him almost losing control right then and there.

“Take them off, please,” Adeline cried out, her features flushed. Brian wasn’t supposed to feel that aroused at her whimpering like that, was he?

Her pants soon joined her shirt somewhere in the living room, sighing in relief. “This is crazy, God,” she breathed out, a smile spreading across her lips. ”You are driving me crazy, Brian May.“

"Am I?” Brian laughed loudly, a contagious laugh.

Adeline smiled wider, feeling a thin layer of sweat spread across her body. Brian reached for her legs once again, intently watching her features turn from that smile into an eager frown as her eyes averted to his fingers against her skin. He spread her legs apart kissing their insides as he massaged and scratched them painfully slow, making her whimper.

Brian inched his hands upwards as his thumbs kept massaging them. His mouth pressed against her skin in torturous kisses and love bites had her shaking in anticipation under his touch. It was almost unbearable.

“B-Brian…” she whimpered.

“What is it, love?” he hummed against her hot skin, reaching for her panties. Her breath hitched as she felt his long fingers hook at its waistband and his mouth pressed a light kiss to her clit, causing her hips to buckle slightly at the sudden contact.

After pulling her panties down and tossing them away, Adeline felt a sudden wave of pleasure as his mouth worked against her folds.

“Yes,” she cried out, closing her eyes and biting her lips. His arms wrapped loosely around her hips, holding them down in place, so that she wouldn’t buckle away from him.

He pressed his tongue against her folds, dragging it up to her clit, lightly sucking at it. Adeline’s hands reached his hair, closing around his curly locks. Her eyes were still tightly shut as her back arched slightly. Brian watched her intently, her chest quickly moving up and down to her uneven breath. His tongue lapped quickly at her clit as he brought one of his fingers to her entrance, rubbing at it.

Adeline felt like she would explode at any minute, her breath knocked out of her lungs. She anxiously opened her eyes as he pushed one long digit inside her. What a marvelous sight. Brian had never heard a filthier moan than the one which left her lips, almost way too loud.

“How do you like it?” he smirked, locking his gleeful eyes with her lust filled ones. The truth was that Brian was almost losing it at the sight of Adeline lost into his touch like that. His pants were way too tight for his liking and he earned for something, for her touch.

“Come here,” Adeline agitatedly whispered, pulling at his chin to press her lips against his in a messy and needy kiss. He moaned against her mouth as their tongues tangled, smearing her juices and their saliva around.

Brian, then, pumped his finger in and out of her slowly, which had her gasping against his mouth. She closed her eyes once again and rested her forehead against his. He added a second finger, eliciting another whimper from Adeline and increasing his arousal. He increased his pace, pumping in and out of her harder and faster, making her hips buckle once again. The cold metal rings on his long fingers contrasted with her hot skin

“God…” he whispered, making her open her eyes and notice how his veins pulsed in his arms, how his body was all flushed and lost in giving her pleasure.

“Bri,” Adeline gulped, gripping his wrist as he gently pulled his fingers out of her. She sat up, pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ears and reached for his pants, feeling his cock through it. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and opened its button, pulling the zipper down as he had done with hers. “Sit down on the couch.”

Brian licked his lips eagerly and pulled his pants down in a swift motion. Adeline shakily got up from the couch, kneeling in between his legs. She pulled at his underwear and smirked at him. His cock was flushed and hard and she didn’t waste time in giving it the attention Brian had longed for. Adeline wrapped one of her hands around it, smearing his pre-cum through his shaft as she stroked him. He intently watched her, completely lost in pleasure, in bliss.

“A-Ali…” he breathed out, motioning for her to come closer. He wanted her body against his, so that he gripped her free hand in his and pulled the girl gently to sit on his lap as he reached to kiss her neck and she, once again, stroked his shaft.

He moaned against her skin and she smiled at the feeling of his lips on her once again. She slowly grinded her core against his crotch, making Brian’s hips stutter. He brought his lips down to her collarbones, to her shoulders and, finally, to her chest while pressing his fingers against her waist.

He licked at one of her nipples, causing Adeline to arch her back. The pleasure was too much for her to handle as she smeared her juices against Brian’s crotch, the friction hitting her clit was heavenly good. He kept quietly whimpering and moaning as she squeezed him hard against her hand. Her nipples were almost sore from Brian’s sucking and nipping.

“For the love of God,” she cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure. ”Please, Brian.“

He reached his hands in between their bodies, rubbing Adeline’s clit once again in quick motions. She gasped in pleasure, leaning her forehead against his chest and his other hand traveled up and down her tight.

"You want me to fuck you?” Brian murmured as his hips stuttered once again.

She eagerly nodded, shutting her eyes and exhaling heavily. He gripped at her tights as she straddled him, kneeling on the couch. He licked her breasts with a smirk on his lips as she lowered herself on his cock.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck and leaning her forehead against his shoulder. Brian threw his head back, leaning against the couch back pillow as his hands traveled up Adeline’s back in a soothing gesture. She let out a strangled moan right below Brian’s ear, which almost made him lose control.

As she slowly started to thrust against his dick, both of them would never have thought that such amount of pleasure was humanly possible to felt. Groans and whimpers filled the silent room as they got lost in each other’s arms.

“How good does it feel?” she asked breathlessly, it was almost inaudible.

“S-So fucking good,” Brian answered, massaging her tights.

Their lips met once again in another messy kiss, interrupted by whimpers and moans. Brian bit her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her groan. He thrusted his hips up to meet her own thrusts against his cock, almost sending him to another universe.

“God, Brian,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”

“I would never…” he laughed breathlessly.

She smiled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, pressing feathery kisses against his skin. Sweat ran down her forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. Brian thrusted harder inside of her, causing her to repeatedly mumble his name, completely lost in pleasure.

“That feels so good. So good to have you inside me like that,” she whispered in his ear, taking one her hands to his cheek and pressing open mouthed kisses against his face. “Harder, Bri.”

"F-Fuck, Ali,” Brian moaned.

They wouldn’t last long. Adeline fucked herself on Brian’s cock as he thrusted inside of her. She reached for her clit, rubbing her fingers hard against it, crying in pleasure, a moaning mess. She felt dizzy from all the attention her body was receiving. It had been so long since the last time she slept with somebody. So long.

“G-God!” she let out a strangled cry, intertwining her fingers in Brian’s hair and arching her back to the point where it hurt. Her other hand kept working on her clit, almost too sensitive for her to continue. “Oh, Brian… You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he whimpered, pulling her hand away from her clit. Instead, his long fingers pressed against it in an almost inhuman pace.

Adeline groaned loudly. “I’m so close! Please… Please, don’t stop.”

Suddenly, her hips violently jerked. She threw her head back, pulling at Brian’s curly locks while pressing her body against his and letting a strangled loud cry escape from her lips as she rode out her orgasm. Her breathing was uneven; her eyes were close shut as she dived in that utterly bliss. At that gorgeous sight, Brian came inside of her, biting his lips to prevent his moans to escape from them.

“I want to hear you,” Adeline whispered in his ear. He whimpered and cursed loudly as his hips stuttered and he pressed his hands against her waist.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbled as her hips jerked once again, tightening her grip on Brian’s hair. “Shit, this was heavenly good.”

“God, I need a week to recover from this,” he mumbled, taking his hands to his face and hiding it behind them. Adeline lazily smiled against his chest, silently nodding in agreement.

They stayed there for a moment, recovering their breaths and still feeling the remaining of their orgasms. Brian’s hands traveled to the girl’s back, rubbing them softly against it, while she lazily kissed his neck.

“Fuck, my legs are so weak,” she laughed as she slowly got up from Brian’s lap, reaching for her shirt on the ground and throwing it on her bare chest, leaving it open. She, then reached for her panties, pulling them on. Brian watched her in awe at what had just happened. God, it was so good.

She smiled at him, feeling her cheeks flush in a slight shade of red. She threw his underwear at him and reached the door from the balcony, silently opening it. The cold night air made her shiver as her body was still all hot. The sky was clear as she admired the starry sky.

Brian soon joined her, hugging her from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She leaned against his bare chest as both of them got lost in all those shiny stars.

“This is beautiful,” she mumbled so quietly it was almost inaudible. Those turbulent yet full of emotions couple of days had Adeline totally forgetting about the fact that she was going to wake up in the next morning without a job. But Brian was there for her and it was actually everything she could ask for.

“You are beautiful,” Brian uttered.

“Cheesy.”

“You love it.”

#brian may #gwilym lee #roger taylor #ben hardy #john deacon #joe mazzello #freddie mercury #rami malek #brian may x oc #gwilym lee x oc #roger taylor x oc #ben hardy x oc #john deacon x oc #joe mazzello x oc #freddie mercury x oc #rami malek x oc #queen #smut #let writes

[stonecoldcrazy0510]

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A/n: I’m gonna update it as I go and I hope I’m gonna be inspired to write more of these little scenes. It’s all gonna be Freddie x OC. The OC’s name is Megan and she’s gonna be the same in all the one shots/scenes. There’s not gonna be anything sexually graphic since writing that is not my cup of tea... I’m just gonna write cute, funny, dramatic, sad little scenes about Freddie and this girl.

Maybe someday I’m gonna make a whole fic out of that but for now I’m just gonna write whatever comes to my mind.

For the Roger Taylor x OC the girl is gonna stay the same as well. You’re gonna find out her name in the fic ;)

Oh and whenever you have an idea for a cute scene, just send it to me and I’m gonna see what to do with it :)

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Freddie x OC

Some nailpolish to brighten her day

Sleepless nights

Roger Taylor x OC

A night at the pub

Baking with the boys

#queen #queen band #queen fanfiction #freddie mercury fanfiction #freddie mercury x oc #blurb #one shot #one shots #imagine #imagines #blurbs #whatever you wanna call it #masterlist #stonecoldcrazy0510 masterlist #freddie mercury #Roger Taylor #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor x oc

[walking-true-to-style]

Real Life or Fantasy || Queen Fantasy AU

Pilot: Seven Seas of Rhye

Pairing: Queen x Reader (Choose your own path coming soon)

Words: 2.35K

Warnings: Nearly drowning, this is just the introduction of Freddie. brief use of “It” when referring to reader.

Gender: Unspecified

Synopsis: Your father has always told you about the Island between the Seven Seas of Rhye. You never believed him... that is until you washed up on the shores of a strange beach after a shipwreck that separates you and your father. Now you’re in for the adventure you always dreamed of outside the rickety village of Driftwood Wharf as you meet the creatures of the island, including Freddie the Fairy King, and many others. But at what cost?

A lighthouse resides just past the rickety homes of the coastal village of Driftwood Wharf. Within the lighthouse is the keeper, your father, steering ships into the main harbor where sailors will do their trading or the occasional pirate will enter under the radar to wreak havoc and plunder from the markets until they’re satisfied. No, it isn’t the most glamorous of places, but it’s home.

...Sorta...

Today is like any other- a little misty in the morning, quite grey, a storm will likely roll in by nightfall. A nice day to walk the docks and maybe sketch the incoming boats before the rain gets too heavy. You pull on your coat, shivering from the breeze and walk downstairs to greet you father before heading out. Sure, you could probably get a good view from the lamp room, but fresh air will do you some good. You climb down the stairs into the office area of the lighthouse, the wood creaking under your feet. Once down, you enter the office where your father is scribbling in his journal, staring at a map of the seas. The bowl of soup you left for him the night before remains untouched, now cold from the hours of draftiness of the room. He doesn’t seem to even notice you enter.

“You need to start eating more...” you murmur, pressing a kiss into his silver hair, causing him to jump slightly. He smiles at you and returns the kiss to your cheek, letting out a tired sigh. He must’ve been up all night judging by his bloodshot eyes and dark bags behind his bottle cap frames.

“I will, I will… I’ve just been so focused on plotting this course. I want to be able to bring you back to the Seas of Rhye once I find it.” he tells you with a yawn. You sigh and shake your head slightly. In truth, you don’t really believe that the island between the Seas of Rhye is out there. Nevertheless, you still support his dream as best you can.

“I’ll make you a fresh bowl. Be right back.” Your father nods, and you slip out of the room to prepare more soup. Once back you set it down on his desk, careful not to splash anything on the documents strewn about.

“Here we are- fresh from the pot. You have to actually eat this one, papa. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to force feed it to you.” you joke. Your father snorts at you and slurps up a spoonful of the stew, not caring about his tongue burning.

“My own child bossing me around… You’re all grown up now, (y/n). Shouldn’t you be off married to someone nice or running a successful soup shop? You’d be very good at it.” he tells you sitting back in his chair, taking another big slurp. You roll your eyes playfully.

“But then who would take care of you, ya old fart?” you chortle, nudging him slightly. He laughs back and shakes his head.

“I suppose… I see you’re already dressed. Heading out to the docks to draw again?” your father looks over your coat, sketchbook already stored in the pocket from the day before. You nod to him with a smile. It was really the only think you enjoyed doing in town given that the people were as bleak as the village itself.

“Well, I won’t keep you waiting then, darlin’. You go have fun. Stay dry. I fear a storm is coming.” he tells you, pressing a kiss into your cheek. You nod at him, giving an “okay” before you head out the door. As you’re about to walk out, your father pipes up.

“Oh, and uh (y/n).” you turn to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” he says with a grin.

“Love you too.” you grin back before heading out.

Ah, yes, nothing out of the ordinary at the docks. You swear you’ve drawn the same boats at least a million times. The same man coming and going every other day to buy fish for his family on an island a few miles offshore from the mainland. The same fishing boats heading south of the harbor to bring in the next day’s fill… Everything is generally the same. Still, it’s a nice pastime. You look across the water back at the lighthouse, your father’s boat the Notus-Zephyr bobs in the water. You smile at it, knowing it would perhaps be sailed to find the island he often dreams of. You decide to draw it for the millionth time in your book, paying attention to details you may have missed in previous renditions.

Though you wouldn’t know without everyone lighting candles inside their homes, the sun has passed through the sky after hours of sketching. Thoroughly dampened from the on-setting mist, you pack up your sketchbook and pen before heading back. Thunder rumbles overhead. As you walk toward the lighthouse, an unfamiliar ship catches your eye, illuminated by the crack of lightning. Black sails, looking vaguely like the wings of a bat flap in the wind. You stare at it quizzically.

How did I not realize that it was there?

You blink and the ship is gone as fast as it had appeared. You press your lips together in confusion before shaking your head.

A trick of the light perhaps? No….

You try to shake it off and continue on your way back home. Still, you can’t help but feel that ship means something…

Once back at the lighthouse, you notice the office is illuminated by candles, signaling your father hasn’t moved from the room all day. You knock on the door lightly. A muffled “come in” is heard on the other side. You enter quietly. Not to your surprise, your father is still glued to his desk. However, more papers are thrown to the ground as before. You pick one up. It is a sketch of a man in red with quite the exotic look to him. Certainly not like anyone in Driftwood… He seems to have an overbite and a wild mustache as well.

“This looks really nice.” you say, admiring the artwork. Your father turns around and smiles.

“Thank you.” he grins. It’s easy to see where you got your skill from. You look over at the desk. To your delight, the soup bowl is empty, and your father seems to have a bit more of a glow than this morning.

“So did ya see anything exciting today? Or was it just Frank and the fishermen again today?” your father inquires, turning half his attention to you, keeping the rest on finishing up a topography of what you can only assume is the island.

You bit your lip, “Well… it may have been a trick of the light but….” you trail off. You fidget slightly with the buttons of your coat, unsure on how to explain the new phenomenon to him with the ship you- at least you think you saw earlier in the evening. Your father raises a brow at you.

“But?” he encourages.

“But I think I saw a ship with, like,..... Wings for sails. Certainly wasn’t a pirate ship-”

“Did you say wings for sails?” your father interrupts very quickly. You cock a brow at him.

“Uh- yes?”

“With black masts and disappears after you’ve seen it?”

You wonder if he knows of this ship. Judging by his panicked expression, you’d say he does… and not for a good reason.

“Yes, what is so import-”

“(Y/n), we need to leave Driftwood Wharf. Right Now.”

With more swiftness than you’ve seen from your father in years, he gathers up the papers and maps on his desk and shoves them into the satchel hanging on his chair. You watch him with sheer bewilderment.

“Dad, what’s going on?” you ask him, fear laced in your voice. Without looking at you, he replies, “There’s no time to explain. Help me gather everything up. We need to be on the boat as soon as possible.” his tone is grim, a stark contrast to his usual jolly one.

“What about the storm?” you press. Finally your father turns to you and grasps your arms. His face is unreadable with the array of emotions it holds.

“With that ship here, only bad things will come if we stay a moment longer.” he tells you lowly. It fills you with enough fear to shut up and help him gather everything. You both gather clothes and canteens before running down to the lighthouse’s dock and boarding the boat. Already, the rain overhead is beginning to get angry. Regardless, you both press on and sail off.

As you move farther from the lighthouse, your anxiety begins to kick in. You’ve always had an idea of what was going on. Day in and day out. Now? You’re sailing into the unknown.

“Where…. where are we going?” you speak up as your father steers the ship over the choppy water. He remains stoic, with a hard eye on the open sea.

“We’re getting to the Island.” he tells you flatly. Your eyes widen at him. The island?! It’s just a myth from his dream isn’t it?

“Papa, you can’t be seriou-”

“It’s out there, (y/n)! I know it is…” his hard gaze softens as he looks back at you.

“We’re…. We’re going to be safer there. As soon as we-”

“LOOK OUT!”

Suddenly, a wave crashes harshly into the boat, sending its nose upward. You have a death grip on the railing, and your father grasps tightly to the wheel, maneuvering over the angry ocean. Rain is hitting you with such an intensity, one might think they were bullets. It nearly causes you to let go of the rail. Still, you keep on.

“We’re going to be okay! Get the sails back up!” your father screams over the crashing waters and thundering storm. You inch your way to the rope, the wind howls through the sails as it blows the ship this way and that. You’re able to reach the rope and pull up the sails to at least keep them at bay. However, another colossal wave erupts, forcing the boat over with great force. You and your father are plunged underwater. You swim in a desperate attempt to find him in the murky blackness of the sea. Your lungs scream at you to finally get air, but you ignore them til the last minute. Above the ocean you cry for him, though, your voice is muffled by the storm. You hear him calling to you at a distance through the debris of the now cracked and sinking boat. You try to swim toward his voice, but another wave forces you under. You plunge down and manage to hit your head on a rock below, causing you to blackout… Your father’s voice now silent.

++++

You awaken on the shore of a foreign land. The sun beats down on your face, forcing you to shield your eyes. However, you cannot move. Your body is too sore and your vision is too hazy to make out anything. You are starting to pass out again when you see silhouettes above you.

“A human? What’s it doing here?” one sneers

“It’s badly hurt…. What do we do?” says another.

“We must take it t o t h e k i n g...”

You black out again.

When you awaken for the second time, you are in a room on likely the most comfortable hammock one could dream of. You peel your eyes open, but it is still quite dark. There are no windows save for one behind a tattered, red curtain letting in very little light into the tiny bungalow. You aren’t exactly sure what time of day it is, but all you can think of is how sore you are. And… father… Oh, god where is he? You try to move, but Every inch of your body alerts you of pain the second you attempt to peel yourself off the bed. You groan at the sensation, twisting onto your side and clutching your arms.

“I wouldn’t do that, darling. You had a very nasty night by the looks of it.” A sweet voice says. Though, you don’t exactly know where it is coming from.

“Who… who’s there?” you choke out, but your voice is hoarse. You crane your neck to a dark corner of the room. Squinting, you can just barely make out the shape of a man. His teeth glint in the dim light of the candle as he gives you a toothy grin.

“Oh, I didn’t introduce myself did I? How rude of me.” he chuckles. It was…. A sickly sweet sound. One you swear you’ve only heard in dreams. He steps forward into the light. Your eyes widen at the sight of the man before you. He is the same man your father drew up in his office…. The one from his dream, but-

“No need to gawk, dear. Though, it is quite flattering.” he chuckles. You truly cannot believe your eyes. Perhaps you, too were dreaming? Still, you avert your gaze slightly.

“No need to be sheepish, either, lovey. I am Freddie, the fairy king. And… you are?” he sits beside you on the bed. You know better than to give your name to fae from what your father has told you. You think up a new name, so as not to give yours up.

“Ainsel.” you choke out. Freddie looks at you, blinking for a moment, before letting out a hearty laugh.

“Clever little human. You know better than to give your name to the fae. Fear not, I will not ask you again, but I do need your help. If you want to survive here, you’re going to need to let me help you, love. I won’t hurt you. That is a promise.”

“A… promise?” you clench your jaw. Do fairies make promises? Or is this another trick? Still, something in his dark eyes seems genuine. He closes them and nods to you.

“You have my word…. Ainsel.”

To be continued...

A/N: Sorry that took so long oof. Especially with how short it is compared to short stories lmao. Here it is though!!! I’ll gradually start to introduce the other boys when I can in later chapters. Probably the next one will introduce someone else.

Taglist: 

@littlemisscaptainfandom | @jiswoogannon

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[bohemian-queen-rhapsody]

Best couple at the Met Gala.

Period.

#rami malek #lucy boyton #rami malek x reader #freddie mercury #mary austin #freddie mercury x oc #freddie mercury x you #freddie mercury x reader #queen #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody #met gala

[angrylizardjacket]

act your age [BoRhap High School/College AU] (Masterpost)

So let the speakers blow, they'll buy another stereo. Our folks got no clue 'bout all the shit their children do. Why are they surprised? Whenever we're unsupervised; It's big fun! (Big fun!)

Summary: Giselle wasn’t meant to land the lead in her school’s production of Heathers because everyone knows she’s meant to play the Mean Girl Heather Chandler because she is Year 10′s “Mean Girl”, at least at face value, and she’s fifteen, she’s too young- 

So to say the production was off to a rocky start was an understatement; half, Giselle included, were there of their own free will and a love of theatre, but the other half were either guilted into it, like current-popular kid/former choir boy Roger, or convinced that it’s for the greater good, or thereabouts; John sort of stopped listening after the councillor told him he needed to get out of his shell for the third time that session, and he said yes to being a part of the crew mostly because he was tired of being patronised. Ash is just there to throw things at Roger while he sings about his balls (and maybe make costumes or set or whatever; she’s not picky). 

From auditions to show week to the moments that come after, Ash, Giselle, Roger, and John have the time to figure out how they feel about each other, while learning lines and lyrics, being students, and, at least in the case of the boys, still being in a fairly-active rock band, the other two members of which aren’t much better. Though at least Freddie and Brian, along with Ash’s brother Oscar, only have to worry about the teens’ feelings in their matchmaking shenanigans, right? 

Pairings: Roger Taylor/Ash Clarke (OC), John Deacon/Giselle Jones (OC), Freddie Mercury/Oscar Clarke (OC)

Warnings: [will be updated as chapters are posted]

AO3 Link: [coming soon]

Taglist: @brian-may-brian-may @marvelismylifffe @whoschantel​ @peteyparkersbabyy @cosmicsskies @somefanfic-to-love @happy-at-home [message me to be added xx]

Chapters

[0] Overture

Chapter Summary: the initial headcanons that started this all

[1] Beautiful

Chapter Summary: Giselle, queen bee of Year 10, wants to audition for Heathers but is tired of being typecast as the Mean Girl. John is far too sweet for his own good. Roger doesn’t want to be here.

Word Count: 2262

[2] Candy Store

Chapter Summary: Giselle decides to go against her typecast and go for the lead. She learns John’s in a band, auditions happen, and maybe Roger does want to be here after all.

Word Count: 2173

[3] Fight for Me

Chapter Summary: Ash goes to see Queen’s all-ages gig, makes a friend with ‘that year ten who sung about his balls’, and makes an enemy.

Word Count: 2943

[4] Freeze Your Brain

Chapter Summary: Ash doesn’t go to school the Monday after the fight, and so John comes to check up on her. 

Word Count: 1943

[5] Big Fun

Chapter Summary: Ash and Gizelle attend a house party for the cast and crew of the musical, and Gizelle makes some new friends while Ash walks into something unexpected.

Word Count: 2719

[6] Dead Girl Walking

Chapter Summary: Roger tries to make things right with Ash, but she thinks he’s joking so it doesn’t exactly go well. At first.

Word Count: 2451

[7] The Me Inside of Me

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[8] Blue

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[9] Our Love is God

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

[10] My Dead Gay Son

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

[11] Seventeen

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

[12] Shine a Light

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

[13] Lifeboat

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[14] Shine a Light (Reprise)

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[15] Kindergarten Boyfriend

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[16] Yo Girl

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[17] Meant to Be Yours

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[18] Dead Girl Walking (Reprise)

Chapter Summary: [coming soon] 

[19] I Am Damaged

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

[20] Seventeen (Reprise)

Chapter Summary: [coming soon]

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[freddieswhistle]

One More Night Part 3

(A/N - The final part! I hope you like it! Sorry it’s short, I got emotional haha)

“Freddie, it’s almost time.” I whisper, looking at the clock that read 11:55pm. After a night of cuddling, hugging, and showing him all 6 of my new cats, all named after queen, we knew it was time. He grabbed my hand and helped me off the couch, leading me to the door.

“A few more years, my love. Just a few.” He whispers, pressing his firm body against mine, wrapping his arms around me. “I miss you, darling. A few years is a few too many.” I whisper, staring at the ring he gave me all too long ago. “I miss you too, love. But remember, everytime that clock hits midnight, you are one day closer to seeing me again.” He whispers, his tears falling onto my shoulder. His soothing voice makes this harder, yet easier. I feel scared that I’ll be without him for much longer than I want.

“Make sure you keep naming cats Delilah and Mercury for me.” He says, as the cats surround us. I laugh softly, watching his eyes follow the cat’s movements. “I love you, so much. Shine on, my killer queen.” He says, kissing my cheek, then my lips. The clock reads 11:59pm, a painful time. He places a hand on the door, and opens it, slowly walking through. His hand stays in mine as he walks out, his warm touch leaving me.

“Shine on, darling. Shine on.” I whisper, staring into the starry night, knowing my one true love is shining down on me.

I was finally content.

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[lilshoroscope]

Hogwarts AU Part 2!

Hiya my darlings! Tis me, your beloved writer, yet again.

I’m back with the second chapter of my Hogwarts AU!

I am so SHOCKED and GRATEFUL at all the support that the first chapter got! I had no idea that people would like it so much! I am truly honoured! I love writing this so much, it is so fluffy and gorgeous and overall just happy.

Also: The ending is shitty. I couldn’t figure out a way to end it without going into the plan I have for Chapter 3- yes, this is going to be a multi-chapter fanfic. Soooo… Forgive me. Please?

Also- Rose is based off my bestie @avilliansdream

I LOVE YOU BITCH (I’m sorry I made your character shitty)

Also: This is set in a sort of in-between era, where Dumbledore is still around and everyone is alive and happy but we don’t see Harry and crew bc… They are too angsty for this story and I want this to be happy and cheering and god that doesn’t make sense.

Warnings: Swearing. Tired Brian. Sass level 100%. No-fucks-given by Freddie. Basically just fluff!

Word count: 1266 words

Enjoy, my darlings! Please like, reblog, and send me feedback

Let me know if you want to be on my taglist!

Brian sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the looming blackboard, sporting numerous sums across its black finish. He felt hi­­s eyes flutter shut, the hours of sleep he had lost catching up with him. He had stayed up late that night, accompanied by his endless Astronomy textbooks and the silence of the common room, disturbed only by the flickering of the firelight and Melody’s soft snores from where she had dropped off 15 minutes before. He had debated telling her about John’s crush on her during their late night talks, but had decided against it.

‘Brian! Brian! Brian May!’ A voice called, pulling him back to reality.

‘Hmm? Yes?’ he asked, looking up through sleep-riddled eyes, dazed.

‘Sleeping in class, Mr May?’ McGonagall huffed, her eyes scanning his tired face from behind her glasses.

His eyes widened as he realised the gravity of his situation.

‘Um, no, miss!’ He spluttered. He looked next to him, seeing Roger trying to stifle a laugh- and failing. Melody shot him a pitying look, mouthing ‘Sorry!’ from her seat at the back of the room.

‘Is there something you want to add, Mr Taylor?’ the teacher snapped at Roger, who immediately shut up.

‘Detention, Mr May!’ she said, scowling.

‘But, miss!’ he feebly protested.

‘As I was saying, in this spell you must be careful….’ She said, walking back to the front of the classroom. Brian let his forehead slam onto the wooden desk, groaning loudly. How could he get a detention? He never got detentions!

‘Sorry, mate.’ Roger whispered, dipping his quill into the inkwell. ‘Maybe you should try and get some sleep. You’re overwhelming yourself, man.’

‘Shuddup, Rog.’ Brian mumbled from behind his curtain of curls. Roger shrugged, sultrily winking at a girl across the room. He reluctantly sat up, yanking his paper away from Roger.

‘Stop flirting and pay attention, Rog.’

‘I’m not flirting, I’m wooing. Besides, how can I help the fact that girls love me?’

Brian rolled his eyes, blowing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

Detention. What fun.

‘Detention, darling? That’s a new one.’ Freddie remarked as he leant against the stone wall in the sunny courtyard, unbuttoning his Slytherin tie and wrapping it around his wrist. Brian rolled his eyes, exchanging pointed glances with John, who was sitting on the stone bench, his robes discarded and his shirt slightly unbuttoned, soaking up the sunshine. John shrugged, letting his head fall back.

‘I’m just saying, darling, you need to loosen up. Maybe detention will do you some good.’

‘No, no it won’t, Fred!’

‘I disagree.’

‘Are you sure that’s the dress code, Fred?’ John interjected, gesturing to Freddie’s outfit- a complete mismatch of his Hogwarts uniform.

He’d ditched the sweater, leaving his chest only covered by his mostly unbuttoned white shirt. He’d wrapped his tie around his pants, deciding that if it was on his wrist it looked ‘too emo’. He’d also rolled up his pants, adorning them with colourful safety pins.

‘Course not, Deaky. But they can’t stop me, can they?’

‘They actually can, Fred.’ Deaky deadpanned.

‘Don’t kill the vibe, darling.’

‘Anyway! We were discussing poor Bri’s predicament.’ Roger interrupted from where he was lying in the sunlight, shirt open to expose his torso, drawing many looks and giggles from nearby girls- much to his amusement.

‘Just do the detention, Bri. They’ll just make you write lines or something. No biggie.’ Deaky kindly reassured.

‘Speaking from experience, Deaks?’ Roger asked, laughing.

‘Oh, is our Deaky actually a bad boy?’ Freddie giggled, adjusting his makeshift ‘belt’.

Deaky, in fact, had had multiple detentions, mainly for saying things that ‘should never even cross your mind’ to the people he hated. He was known as ‘Silvertongue’ to many students and teachers. If there was one thing you didn’t want to be, it was on John Deacon’s bad side.

‘Guys! Helllllloooooo!’ someone called, bouncing up to them.

‘Rose! Darling, it’s been too long!’ Freddie cheered, running to embrace the crazy girl who had just strutted in.

‘Freddie, you saw me an hour ago!’ she chided.

He ruffled her midnight-black hair, shorn into a spiky pixie cut. She huffed, puffing her lips and cheeks out dramatically.

‘Freddie! Must say, love the outfit.’

‘HA! See, Deaks, it IS good!’

‘I never said it wasn’t good, Fred. I just said it wouldn’t ring well with the teachers.’ John sighed, resisting the urge to slam his head into a brick wall.

‘Well, fuck them. Don’t you like it, darling?’ He asked Rose, twirling around.

‘I love it! It’s extravagant, daring…..’ Rose paused to think. ‘It just needs a bit of Mercury.’

‘Mercury?’

‘Mercury.’ She confirmed, raising an eyebrow.

‘Mercury?’ Roger asked, baffled.

‘Mercury, Rog.’ She confirmed, pulling a tube of eyeliner out of the pocket of her Gryffindor robe.

She grabbed Freddie’s face in her hands, commanding him to ‘stay still’. She quickly swiped the ink-black wand across his eyelids, conjuring an air of mystery about him. She popped the tube back in her pocket, clapping her hands gleefully.

‘Boom! Mercury!’ she declared, her brown eyes glinting under a coat of thick mascara.

‘Mercury, my dear!’ he laughed, spinning around.

Brian grinned at the sight of his best friend spinning around the courtyard, his robes flying out behind him like a cape, sunshine radiating like a crown above his head.

Rose collapsed on the ground next to Roger, giggling hysterically. Roger started laughing too, and soon Brian and Deaky joined in, the pure, unbridled happiness rippling through the air.

Brian smiled, feeling his cheek muscles hurt from laughing too much. Rose looked up and stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her eyes and puffing her cheeks out. That sent John into hysterics, snorting as his chest heaved with laughter, the oh-so-contagious laughter that sounded like the chime of a thousand different melodies all rolled into one.

Freddie kept on dancing, ignoring the stares from the other students as he glided across the sun-baked bricks, a silhouette against the blinding rays of light.

Brian flicked his hair out of his face, exchanging a gleeful smile with Deaky.

It was times like these when he was reminded of how lucky he was. Sitting here, in the sunlight with his best friends (and one added human) he was full.

This was what paradise felt like.

@onceuponadetectivedemigod @shesadramaqueen @ceruleanrainblues @sophieeelol @avilliansdream @yllwtaxi

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