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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Equilibrium

Request: Hi! Ok I just hv to say, this is a little cheesy. But could I request a Harry Potter x tipsy/drunk!reader where Griffendor is at a quidditch after-game celebration, and Fred and George snuck alcohol into the drinks. Y/n ends up drinking too much causing them to be cocky/confident, and stumbles into Harry knocking him over, trapping him underneath the reader?

A/N: Here’s your request! I hope you like it! I have a problem, I can't stop writing make out scenes with Harry. There's another one in this. It’s an addiction, I need to stop but I can't. Anyway, enjoy reading! Love to you all!

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, tipsiness, drunk teenagers, making out, shameless flirting from both parties

Word count: 1.5k

There was always a party in the common room whenever Gryffindor won a Quidditch game. But the celebration was always sweeter and wilder when it was a Gryffindor victory against Slytherin.

“Courtesy of our friends, the Marauders.” Fred whispers to you, pouring two bottles of fire whisky into the punch bowl, stirring it thoroughly so the strong drink didn’t settle at the bottom of the bowl.

Students descend on it; pouring the heady concoction into cup after cup, passing them down the line that was quickly forming.

You take your drink, drinking a tentative sip, enjoying the warmth that was slowly spreading through your body. It made your limbs feel like jelly, but you enjoyed the feeling.

The centre of the common room has become a makeshift dancefloor. One of the Fifth Years brought down her record player and her collection of vinyl records. George Weasley bewitched it to play louder and so music had begun to play through the Gryffindor common room. The familiar voice of Freddie Mercury begins to empower the muggleborn students who begin to belt out the lyrics to the song playing, putting all their feelings into it.

You spy Hermione singing along to the song with a bewildered Ron looking down at her; you smile to yourself wondering when they’re going to get together.

Your find Harry sat on the couch that was now pressed against the furthest wall. He’s taking slow sips of his drinks; his blue eyes glancing around the party as if he’s looking for someone. A smile breaks out across his face when his eyes finally land on you; a smile you can’t help but return. Your heart races as he eyes refuse to leave your; your feelings for the messy-haired teenager had grown over time and more often than not, you felt overwhelmed by your feelings for him.

“Enjoying yourself, Harry?” You ask, sitting in the empty seat next to him.

Harry nods, raising his cup to yours, “Of course! Gryffindor beat Slytherin and I’m sat next to you – what more could I need?”

“You’re a shameless flirt, Harry.” And he was. Harry was completely hopeless when he was sober but the confidence he got when he drank made him a shameless flirt.

“Only for you.” He states.

A pleasant buzz runs through your body. Partly down to the alcohol running through your veins; fogging your mind slightly but also partly because of the teenager sat next to you, nursing his own cup of spiked punch.

Harry had a large smile on his face; lighting up his features. The smile hadn’t left his face since he caught the Golden Snitch and won them the match against Slytherin. The Quidditch cup was practically within their reach now.

Student after student had been coming up to Harry all night, congratulating him on a match well played. It made conversation between the two of you difficult; Harry throwing you apologetic glances every time you were interrupted. And every time you reassured him – it was okay., he was the seeker that won them the match, you truly didn’t mind.

But you could see that it was starting to grate on Harry a little bit. Since arriving at Hogwarts six years ago, he had been the centre of attention time and time again throughout the year. Sometimes, he wanted to sit down and drink spiked punch with his friends and have a laugh.

You’re about to suggest leaving when Harry leans into you and all clear thoughts leave your mind.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Harry asks, his mouth close to your ear.

“Have you had enough for tonight?” You ask back, your cheek brushing his. You’re so close to him that you feel his nod rather than see it.

You stand from your seat in the couch, holding your hand out to him. “Let’s get some air.”

He takes your hand, letting you pull him from the common room. He doesn’t miss the catcalls from both Fred and George as he ducks under the portrait hole.

Fresh air hits you like a brick wall; you grip Harry’s hand tighter to keep yourself steady.

He grips your hand back just as tight.

Harry takes the lead as he pulls you through corridor after corridor before stopping in the courtyard.

The moon is full in the sky; bleaching the colour from your surroundings, everything taking on a grey hue. You sit down at the benches surrounding the fountain in the centre of the courtyard. The breeze is cold but it’s cooling against your heated skin.

Harry hasn’t let go of your hand, and you hope he never does. You love the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Thanks for coming with me.” Harry says, head tipped back to look at the night sky.

“Always. You know that.”

“You’re too good for me.”

“I disagree, I believe I am the perfect amount of good for you.”

He turns to look at you; finding your eyes already on him, as they so often are these days.

“I need to tell you something.” Harry whispers.

“You can tell me anything,” You reassure.

“I know we’re only young, but I’m certain I’m in love with you.”

Tears form in your eyes; overemotional due to the earlier drinking, “I’m certain I’m in love with you too.”

Harry smiles; a wide smiling that has you mesmerised. “Can I kiss you?”

“I think I may combust if you don’t.”

Harry laughs but his hand reaches forward to cradle your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You begin to lean in, but the angle at which you’re sitting and the buzz from the alcohol has you overbalanced.

You don’t kiss him; you knock him onto his back, onto the floor, and you’re sprawled on top of him.

You look at Harry, shocked into soberness. Harry looks down at you, stunned.

He starts to laugh, full barrel belly laughs. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh like this; with his whole body.

It’s contagious. Your body begins to shake with laughter; giggles falling from between your lips.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks, laughter breaking up the words. You nod; your equilibrium entirely knocked sideways due to the spiked punch courtesy of the Weasley twins.

The remaining alcohol in your body makes you brazen. You straddle Harry’s lap, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you ask, “Are you laughing at me, Potter?”

He lifts himself up, balancing on his elbows, “Of course not. I would never dream of doing such a thing.

You lean into him, rubbing your nose against his. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Harry smiles wickedly, “Where were we before?”

You tap a finger to your lips, humming as you pretend to think. Harry watches each tap of your finger.

“I think,” You start, “I was leaning in and you were about to meet me halfway.”

“Oh… so like this,” Harry says, turning his face up to yours.

“That looks about right, and I think I was somewhere about here,” You whisper, leaning down to meet him.

He’s so close to you; his breath fans your lips.

It starts off so innocent despite the alcohol swimming in both of your systems. Then you gasp against his mouth, and Harry’s hand works its way into your hair, keeping your mouth against his. He groans softly against your mouth, delighting in the feel of you against him. Your hands are on his chest, screwed tightly into his button-down shirt. All of him is pressed against you, and you inhale the scent of broom oil, cloves and sweet orange – the smell so distinctly Harry.

The lack of oxygen is making your head spin, or is it the feel of his lips against yours? Either way, you’re becoming short of breath.

You pull away; breathless, dazed.

Harry continues to press slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. The kind of kisses that have every sentient thought leaving your head; throwing them into the wind.

“Harry,” You whisper.

He hums, kissing a particular spot on your neck that has your legs turning to jelly.

“We need to go inside; we’re going to get caught.”

Harry pulls away, reluctantly. His lips are swollen, and his eyes are bright. It takes everything in you not to pull him in for one more kiss.

You stand on weak legs, holding out your hand to him once again, helping him to his feet. Once standing, he tangles your fingers together.

The walk back to the Gryffindor common room takes longer than it should really with Harry drawing you in for a kiss every few steps.

Eventually though, you make it. The party has died down now; only a few stragglers drinking together in a small circle.

You head upstairs to the dormitories; dreading the moment when you have to let go of his hand and leave him for the night.

The moment doesn’t come. Instead, Harry draws you into his arm, kissing you softly, whispering against your mouth, “Stay the night?”

You pull yourself away from him, “Potter, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything,” He answers, worried about the seriousness of your voice.

“If I ever, ever say no to that, I want you to hex me. And use a long lasting one.”

Harry laughs, the sound music to your ears. He kisses you again, “I promise. Now, let’s go to bed.”

“Lead the way, Harry.”

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vanchlo · 4 years

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Magic Moment

Hello! I could NOT resist writing another blurb about boyfriend!harry for my lovely friend, @bfharry‘s BOYFRIENDATHON after I got this idea! I’ve always loved baseball myself and playing lots of catch at work recently inspired this, as well as falling in love with Queen ;) Enjoy some fluff about playing catch with boyfriend!harry at your childhood home c:

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: This Magic Moment by Ben E. King and The Drifters (click to listen and yes Sandlot *wink*)

“Follow your heart, kid, and you can never go wrong.”

- The Sandlot

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you jest, giggling nervously. The screen door closes with a loud whap! behind the both of you.

“Ya, maybe it wasn’t fer you,” he sighs in a whisper, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His high-top white converses slap! down the wooden stairs quickly. “I think I need anotha beer afta that.”

“Follow me.”

A humid heat hits you in the face when you open the scarlet-colored door to the garage. The familiar smell welcomes you, and so do the sights of your father’s tools hanging up on the walls. The lawn mower still sits in the same spot, his pair of old glasses remain perched on the windowsill, and the tiny mini fridge in the corner awaits your call.

“Thanks,” he mumbles after taking a long pull from the refreshing beer. You opt for a Whiskey-Coke, instead, the carbonation sending shooting stars across your tongue. You watch him wipe away the bead of sweat running down his forehead, and then the subsequent smile that drills the dimples into his cheeks. “Bloody hell, if that isn’t tha cutest thing ‘ve eva seen.”

A questioning ‘what’ barely passes your lips once you spot the miniature lilac colored baseball glove on a shelf. Next, a laugh falls from your lips and he echoes it with his own adorable concoction.

“Hard t’ believe yer hand was eva that tiny, love.”

“I know, it’s funny that my dad kept it around.”

“I would if I were him, ‘s bloody adorable,” he notes, picking up the battered leather mitt with a content smile. “Ah, lookie here. Up fer a game o’ catch, love? Bet I could whoop yer ass.”

“Harry, you can’t beat somebody in catch!” you protest, the cool liquid gracing your lips, providing you a few seconds of relief from the summer heat.

“We’ll just see ‘bout that, now won’t we?” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows. A tan, leather baseball glove hits you square in the chest, landing in your arms while he slips on a darker twin of it. “C’mon, I wanna see how girly of a throw ya got.”

“Oh, shut up. You have no idea what’s coming for you. You’re dating a former softball player here.”

“Am I now? Ya don’t seem that intimidatin’ t’ me, miss,” Harry laughs softly, the billowy cotton of his red Hawaiian themed shirt catching the wind once your feet find the grass. “Dunno how anythin’ can be intimidatin’ afta meetin’ yer bleedin’ father, tho’. Bloody hell,” he remarks, shaking his head.

“It really wasn’t that bad, Harry,” you correct him, placing your tall can beside his dark glass bottle.

“It was. Didn’t know he’d be so fookin’ hard on me, askin’ all o’ those questions. He never even smiled at me once, babe,” he scoffs, sliding the glove onto his large hand and messing around with it until it’s comfortable enough.

“Yes, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. Or I didn’t see it. Dunno why he was so cold t’ me. Ya’ve always had such good things t’ say ‘bout growin’ up with him . . ,” he exhales, tossing the ancient brown and red baseball into the mitt. His short curls dance around atop his head as he crosses the large backyard, the very same one you played kickball in, where you hit home run balls into the woods, set cartwheel records in, and still have the pieces of wood set into the ground marking the bases.

“He’s quiet, Harry, that’s all. You just have to find something in common with him, and then you’ll hit it off. I promise you, he liked you.”

“Don’t believe ya there, he was givin' me tha evil eye tha whole time durin’ dinna, even tho’ I was fakin’ likin’ his burgers. They were dry as hell,” he grumbles, soon coming to a stop a good way across the grassy area. Messing with his light-washed denim shorts, he checks his phone before letting it fall back into one of its pockets. “Reckon ‘s cuz yer his li’l girl, loads mo’ protective o’ you cuzz’a that.”

“Keep going, I’m not a sissy.”

“Oh, so I should go long, ‘s that right? Dunno if ya can make it t’ me if I go back any farther,” he winks, the dimples set into his cheeks all the way from here, you notice.

“Would you hush? I pitched all throughout high school, I can make your hand hurt from catching it, if you keep running your mouth,” you argue.

“Oooooo, she’s gettin’ feisty now,” he chuckles, raising his voice to carry across the clipped green grass, tall trees framing the yard. He pats his taut fist into the palm of the glove, the baseball snug in his large hand. Why, of course it is, Mr. Huge Hands.

Seconds later, the ball soars through the air and banks to the left, but with a jump, you catch it just in time.

“What the hell was that?” you laugh, holding up your hands.

“Erm, ‘m warmin’ up? Y’know, gotta get the old righty back in ‘s place,” he insists, stretching his dominant arm this way and that, ever so dramatically.

“Whatever. You’re full of shit, Harry,” you call back, adding extra volume to your voice. His bottom lip escapes to between his teeth while his head goes from side to side. You surprise him with your throw and he misses it, pulling a loud laugh from your lips. “Not so confident, are we now?”

“Shuddup! Ya were a bloody softball player, ya got advantage ova me, ‘s not fair.”

“Don’t you start whining now! You’re the one who wanted to play catch with a five time-.”

“Ya ya, we get tha point, babe. Yer a bloody star when it comes t’ softball. I know, I know. Wish I coulda seen ya play, woulda been fun. Ya should join a summer league, they sound like a hoot,” he comments, locating the ball at last back in the woods and landing it in your glove.

“And I played with my brother all of the time, and he was M.V.P two years in a row on his high school baseball team.”

“Good fer him, maybe he should be out here playin’ with you, instead,” Harry says when your throw to him sails over his head. “God, can ya control that arm o’ yers fer once?”

“Sorry!” you laugh, knowing that he doesn’t believe it for a second.

“Sure ya are.”

The ball arrives in your mitt with a pleasing whap! and your hand settles over it. Brushing your fingers along the coarse stitches, the shocks of green grass stains on the leather welcome you back to your childhood, tossing around this very same ball with your older brother and father. The nostalgia brings your hand to your pocket, and your fingers soon tap the screen of your phone.

“C’mon, slow poke! What’re ya waitin’ fer? ‘Fraid ‘ll beat ya afta all?” Harry quips from across the yard, nearing you to retrieve his beer that he sips from. With a pleased ‘ahhhh,’ he sets it down on the gray cinder blocks of the nearby fire pit after walking back, placing enough space between him and it so he doesn’t run into it.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, music soon pours from the large bluetooth speaker in between you against the garage.

“‘s this just fantasy? Caught inn’a landslide, no escape from realityyyyyy. Open yer eyes, look up t’ tha skies, and seeeeee,” Harry sings loudly, pumping his arms down at his sides and closing his eyes adamantly. “‘m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because ‘m easy come, easy go, li’l high, li’l low.”

“Any way the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee,” you sing back, savoring the large smile painting his face as he catches your throw with ease.

“Toooo meeee,” he sings back. “Mamaaaaaa just killed a man, put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger, now’s he dead. Mamaaaaa, life had just begunnnn. But now ‘ve gone and thrown it all awayyyyy,” he sings to the baby blue skies dotted with clouds, adamantly strumming an invisible guitar. He echoes your laugh that flies between the two of you, joining the robins and starlings flitting between the trees. “Knew I picked a good one, she’s got a good arm and a bloody good taste in music. Ya betta play Take On Me next, or all bets are off.”

“Oh, you know that I will. It feels like an eighties night, playing catch in the backyard during the summer. It’s just like when I was little,” you note aloud, jogging to the right to catch his next throw until it falls into your glove.

“‘Bout tha same fer me, just with footy, think this ‘s how ‘d like t’ spend my summers still . . I loved it so much, playin’ in tha backyard listenin’ t’ tha radio, and think my kids would too,” he says casually, sparking a blush in your cheeks at the mention of him as a father. Oh, what you would do to be able to see him playing catch with a little dark-haired boy or girl who calls him ‘Daddy.’

Fuck me, you think hastily.

Quickly, your shared favorite part of the song comes and he imitates the guitar shredding while you repeatedly toss the ball into your mitt, watching him.

“But eva since I watched Wayne’s World as a kid, I can’t avoid bangin’ my head when it gets t’ this part,” Harry chuckles, tossing a pop fly towards the overhang of tree branches. “I love tha trees here, ya know, ‘ve neva seen so many.”

“Me too, I love that part in the movie, and I love them too. It’s crazy to think how long they’ve been around to get this big. Some of them were as tall as I am now when I was little.”

“Huh,” he hums curiously, shooting into the air to grab a high one you tried to trick him with. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his dark fern tattoos that peek out when his shirt rises. “Ya think I should keep it still, or get rid o’ it?” Harry poses to you, puckering his lips at you with a mischievous grin.

“You almost remind me of Freddie Mercury with that ‘stache,” you say, the laugh growing from somewhere deep inside of you. He shrugs his shoulders and tosses a fast one back to you, hitting your glove square in the center with a heavy slap!

“Dunno why ya think that’s such a good joke, ‘s a damn compliment, if ya ask me.”

“Uh oh, are we getting a big head over there because you’ve caught my last three throws?” you joke, watching the ball soar high into the air amongst the green covering of the trees.

“Hey, be easy on me,” he pouts, his words disagreeing with his actions that send a hot fastball into your palm.

“Why? You’re never easy on me when we play Mario Kart or Cribbage.”

“Hey! You don’t have a bleedin’ nearly professional career in any o’ those!” he protests and then curses when your curveball nicks the tip of his glove.

“So, and neither do you, and you’re still aggressive as fuck when we play them! Huh, what’s your excuse, Harry?”

“Galileo!” he calls out.

“Galileo!” you echo, and the rest follow suit between the two of you as the song plays.

“‘m just a poor boyyyyy, nobody loves me,” he sings loudly, causing you to cough on your drink that you take a swig from.

“Keep telling yourself that,” you shoot back, setting down the wet can as he approaches you.

“But I am,” he whines, pushing out his bottom lip that you flick with your finger.

“Watch it!”

“Or what?” you counter, savoring the annoyed expression that soon fills his features. There’s just something about pushing his buttons that gets you going, even though you know that you shouldn’t do it.

“Or else I won’t bloody learn tha rest o’ Blackbird on guitar fer you,” he retorts playfully, taking a long pull from his bottle.

Now, it’s your turn to shout ‘hey!’ until he scoops you into his arms, your surprised shriek piercing the sky.

“You better finish learning it! But, I think that I like Freddie better.”

“How? Paul ‘s far betta. ‘ll always love Queen, and The Beatles don’t have anythin’ on Bohemian Rhapsody, but Paul ‘s tha betta musician. Trust me, I should know,” he disagrees, pecking your temple before pulling away and tossing the ball into your waiting glove.

“But, Freddie had a four octave range.”

“And? So does Paul,” Harry shrugs, raising his left arm in the air to snag your fastpitch that he almost loses. “Paul McCartney ‘s tha superior musician, just trust me on this.”

“Paul McCartney has nothing on Freddie Mercury,” a voice pipes up, turning the both of your heads to the right where you find your dad stepping out of the garage with a weathered black baseball glove snug upon his right hand.

You swear that you could hear Harry’s apprehensive gulp from all of the way over here, and when you look, you find his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“But Paul was betta on guitar, bass, and drums,” Harry argues, nervously tossing the ball into his glove repeatedly.

Your dad closes the door behind him softly, and steps out on the grass, adjusting his glasses. Surprise is absent from your range of emotions when your dad shrugs his shoulders, but you’re sure that it coats Harry’s insides in the next few moments.

“You’re right there, I like somebody who can stand up for their argument,” he comments, nodding a head towards Harry who out of the corner of your eye is smiling, just the slightest. “I think I might like this one,” he says to you, holding out his glove towards Harry, with his lips curling into his cheeks.

The smile on your boyfriend’s face almost matches that of your father’s, but he’s got nothing on the grin plastered across Harry’s face because of your next words.

“I think I do, too, Dad.”

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy) Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend 2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

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bohemian-napsodyy · 4 years

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Hey, I’m desperate for Freddie Mercury x male reader so I thought I would request. Could you write a blurb where Freddie and the reader are going on a first date and Freddie’s nervous but then it’s super fluffy? Hopefully that’s enough to go on

💗✨❤️💜💕💞💖💝omg I love this idea! Thank you for the suggestion, and also for being so patient! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this! :o

(hi i love him)

let me start off by saying your nerves were real.

but you felt you didn’t really have a reason to be nervous???

especially since you and Freddie had been really close friends for a few years now

you met in the clothing shop he and Roger ran, when you had gone in on a last-minute-whim, hoping you’d be able to find a cheap pair of dress pants to wear for your cousin’s wedding

what started off as a simple frantic search (that you hoped wouldn’t have taken longer than half an hour at most) ended up with you staying until Fred and Roger closed the shop

Freddie thought you had the most beautifully expressive eyes, and he did everything he could to get you to stay for as long as humanly possible

this included handing you pair after pair of dress pants, and even putting together outfits for you to try on

“You never know when you might need this button up, darling. Just give it a try! For me. Please?”

you and Fred became wonderful friends from that moment on, to the point where the band would jokingly call the two of you ‘twin brothers’

like you’d sometimes even finish his sentences

and he seemed to always know what was on your mind just by looking at you

but even though the two of you had feelings for each other, no one wanted to actually tell the other

Freddie finally threw caution to the wind when he invited you to one of Queen’s afterparties following their concert

he saw you standing near the back, dressed in a simple white t shirt and dark pants, and his heart just went 💗✨❤️💜💕💞💖💝

“You look… wonderful tonight, Y/N.”

wonderful???

wo n d erfuL???

out of all the words Freddie could’ve used, WONDERFUL was the one he went with??????

god you owned his heart, that’s for sure

the music was so loud you could barely hear what he was saying, but you did catch a few words

“I… would you like …. go on… date… maybe tomorrow?”

you almost dropped your drink on the ground right there as you agreed with a nod

which left you here, waiting on a bench at the park for Freddie.

you checked the time again, and a part of you wondered if maybe he forgot, or worse, decided to blow it off altogether

but you’d known Freddie for four years now, he’d never do anything like that

…right?

the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind you startled you right out of your thoughts

“There you are, I thought we were meeting at the bench over on the other side of the park!”

Freddie got a smirk, but he looks just about as petrified and nervous as you feel

you could’ve sworn you saw his hands trembling

“y-you told me the bench by the pond!” is all you manage to stammer out

the stunned look on Freddie’s face has you unable to hold in a laugh, and to your joy and surprise, Freddie joins in on your giggles

to your relief, your laughter actually fizzles away all your nerves

he slips his hand in yours as you walk together and it feels like you’re breathing fresh air for the first time

everything felt… right. natural, even.

why hadn’t you done this before???

Freddie plucks the smallest of flowers from the grass and tucks it behind your ear with a soft smile

“It matches your eyes.” he tells you gently, nudging your shoulder with his “It’s like you’ve got little stars in them, darling.”

he’s called you darling before, but there’s something different about this time

he really means it.

like you’re his entire world and more.

and before you can think twice about what you’re doing, you step forward and kiss him ever so gently and oh god

your hands are shaky as hell and you’ve never kissed another man before and you’re certain you’d rate that kiss about a 2/10 but Freddie’s eyes say otherwise

they’re practically dancing they’re shining so brightly

and before you can apologize, Freddie grabs you by the shirt collar and pulls you in for another, more passionate, kiss

“Good god,” he mumbles, unable to keep the smile off his face. “it only took us four years.”

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disasterdeacy · 5 years

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Never In My Wildest Dreams Part 3

A/N: Here’s Part 3! It’s a little bit later that I’d said it would be, but I spent a great deal of time trying to get it absolutely perfect. If you would like to be added to the taglist for this story, and/or my permanent tag list, just shoot me a message! A little disclaimer for this chapter, I’m sure that Emily May is an incredibly amazing human being and not at all as nasty as I’ve made her appear in this chapter! It is just for dramatic purposes, and is important to the development of this story! Enjoy! Pairing: Present Day!Brian May x Young!Reader Word Count: 6.8k Summary: The day after finding out she’s pregnant with twins, Y/N May and her husband enjoy a nice breakfast before being rudely interrupted. Warnings: Angst, 18+, Age Gap, wow kids can be rude and ungrateful man Part One Part Two

The smell of tea and toast woke you the next morning, rumbling stomach sending you bounding from the bed. Brian’s place in the bed was cold to the touch as you tug on your robe and glasses, padding down the stairs towards the kitchen. The events of the previous day seemed like a dream, you had to shake your head at the sheer insanity of it, a wide smile on your face as you gaze at the back of your husband. He was stood in front of the stove shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, curls pulled into a ponytail, one of your bright yellow scrunchies holding it up, the color standing out vividly against his white curls.

Leaning yourself against the doorway, you stand and watch him flutter around the stove, stirring various items. God, you were so lucky. Brian has some music playing and he’s dancing a bit to it. He knows he’s an awkward dancer—always has been—but it doesn’t matter. He hears you come down but doesn’t turn around; maybe he even shakes his hips a bit more for you. He was in a good mood. He’d woken up feeling refreshed and achy in just the right places. And he was going to be a DAD. AGAIN. He was nearly done with breakfast, just finishing up the potatoes

You try, and fail to hold back your grin, before pulling your phone out, snapping a picture to post on Instagram later. After a while of watching him, you decide to make yourself known.

"Oh now this is a sight I could get used to Doctor May.." He laughs at your comment, looking over his shoulder at you

"What, you’re not used to it by now?" He smiles at you before turning back to the stove "Come kiss me, Mrs. May, I can’t let your breakfast burn. " Groaning dramatically, you roll your eyes for good measure as you make the trek to Brian, heart singing when he calls you Mrs. May.. almost 1 year later and you still haven’t gotten use to your new name. You wrap yourself into his side, placing a kiss to his collarbone, his chest, his neck, his cheek, his nose, his forehead... everywhere but his lips. Brian puts the spatula down before turning to you, his pillow soft lips drawn up in a pour at your neglect of his lips. Laughing at his reaction, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

"Oh come here you big baby."

Pressing a kiss to his lip you reach up, fingers playing with the end of his ponytail, a small laugh bubbling out as he kisses you back ferociously. You away from him still laughing, smacking his chest lightly when he leans forward, lips searching desperately for yours.

"Don’t burn my hash browns Dr. May or there’ll be consequences. Your children are hungry, and the only thing to sate their hunger is hash browns with cheese and onions." Bri is still pouting stubbornly, lips just wanting to feel yours, but then he gives you a smile, his free hand falling to rub over your stomach.

"Yes ma’am, coming right up. " He finishes cooking in no time, playing everything and bringing it to you.

"Can I get you anything else, love? " He is being so attentive, eager to please you.

You moan at the plate of food he places in front of you, it all looked incredible. Brian was waiting for your answer, so you smiled up at him, pulling him down in the seat beside you. "Just you. "

Picking up the fork, you spoon up a bit of beans and holding it out for him, laughing a bit as he pouts, telling you that it was your food. "Yes love, I’m aware, but you asked if I needed anything else, and I want to feed you breakfast. So stop pouting, and listen to your wife. "

You lean over and placed a kiss to his lips before placing the beans in his mouth. Grinning as he glares at you. You sit like that for a while, alternating between feeding yourself and feeding Brian, simply enjoying one another’s company. After a while, your thoughts migrated to the issue of the day before, you, pregnant, gotta tell everyone, but above all that... You needed names. Sure you had 6 more months to figure it out, but you wanted something to call the gremlins inside of you..

Looking over at Bri as you eat a piece of cantaloupe, you stick your tongue out at him as he tried unsuccessfully to steal a piece of it, taking his hand in yours with your free hand. "So, names babe, what are you thinking?"

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, sucking the cantaloupe into your mouth in one go. Brian hums, resting his chin on his hand in thought, he watches you fondly, smiling a bit.

"Well, I mean, it depends if it’s a boy or a girl. I mean, both of them." He gives you a look as you shovel more food into your mouth

"Do YOU have name ideas? You’re the mum, after all. I feel like your say is more important than mine." You stick your tongue out as him at the look he gives you "Hey! I’m eating for 3 now Mr. Fat Bottomed Girls..."

You wink at him as he gapes at you , trying to back track, but you stop him, laughing a little at the look on his face.

"I’ve always liked the names Winifred and Oliver... but, I also want you to have a say in it! You’re their dad Bri, and you get to veto any name you hate alright? Don’t hesitate to tell me love." You give him a serious look, the smile on your face betraying you though.

"Oh god Bri imagine it! Winifred and Oliver May.. our little babies."

Reaching down you place a hand on your stomach, trying to channel every single ounce of love you have in your body to their little ones. They weren’t even truly babies yet, not even fetuses, but you’d never loved something so much. Brian was sat there watching you with a wide smile on his face, causing you to smile even bigger, your eyebrows raised a bit in question.

"And what exactly is going through your brain then Dr. May. " He blushes when he gets caught, and shrugs, eyes twinkling

"You’re just cute. " You wrinkle up your nose at him and he laughs.

"I love those names, darling. Does that mean I pick the middle, then?" You nod at him and he thinks for a little while, his own hand moving to cover yours on your stomach. He looks down at the grain of the table after a while, his cheeks reddening.

When you ask him what’s wrong he just rubs the back of his neck with his free hand

"It’s... it’s stupid, I think." You insist on him telling you, and he sighs, voice nearly a mumble

"Maybe, uh... maybe Winifred Mercury Meddows May? And... And Oliver Richard Nicholas May?" He sniffs, shrugging a little.

"Nicholas because... because your mum’s name is Nicole, and the others because..." He shrugs,

"I don’t know, maybe it sounds bad, or it’s too much? Also—I mean, Roger doesn’t need any other boost to his ego... " Tears immediately spring to your eyes as he tells you the names, causing you to clench your hand tighter around his, bringing it from your stomach to your lips.

"Oh Brian, I love them so much. " He gives you a look of disbelief

"I’m serious Bri, they’re beautiful.. I would be absolutely honored to name our children after them Bri..." And you were. You'd been contemplating bringing up the idea of naming one of the kids after Freddie, and this was going one better. Subtly naming the babies after the three most important men in Brian’s life over the past 50 years? It was something you were over the moon about.

"I’d been thinking about asking you if we could memorialize Fred in some way, but this is so much better Bri." Leaning over, you place a kiss to his nose, nuzzling it and placing your head to his. He sniffled a bit and held out his arms to you, silently beckoning you to him. Smiling at him, you stand from your chair, walking between his legs, and wrap your arms around his head, pressing him into your chest.

He felt relieved at your words, and hugged you close to him. He’d been worried you wouldn’t like it. But he... he wanted SOMEthing to give his friends—and his children.

Something important, and meaningful. He hadn’t thought of doing so with his earlier kids—it had been right in the middle of everything, hadn’t felt like something needed. But, everything was different now

"I remember when Rog told me one of Lola’s middle names was May. I fucking cried right there in the waiting room. " He huffs out a laugh at himself.

"I just... thank you." You tighten your grip around him, pressing a kiss to his curls. He didn't have to thank you, these were his children as well, and you wanted him to be as involved in planning their arrival as he was going to be in their lives once they were born.

"Of course love, your opinion and input are just as important as my own. "

He just cuddles further into your stomach, arms tightening around you, making you sigh in contentment, loving the way he feels against your body. Dropping a series of butterfly kisses to his cheeks, you smile down at him, fingers pressing into the sides of his mouth, smooshing his lips into a fish like look before placing a little kiss to them as well.

"My mom will also love that you thought of her..." Oh she would absolutely burst in excitement when you’d told her... She was so supportive of Bri and you, and had been from the beginning of your relationship, only wanting her daughter to be loved as she deserved.. And the fact that it was Brian May.. that didn't really hurt.

Brian just laughs, trying not to get too emotional. "Your mum... She’s always been wonderful to you and to me. I just thought it would be nice."

He pushes his head firmly into your stomach, pressing a kiss there over your clothes. ".... Roger’s going to brag about it for the rest of time, though. Just a warning. "

You smile down at him, brushing away a few tears he didn’t know had fallen. He smiles up at you, placing 2 kisses to your stomach before nuzzling back into you, his arms tightening around your middle again.

"I plan on it love, you’ll have to tell me when we’re gonna tell Rog about it.. wanna record him crying so the world can see he has emotions."

He laughs loudly into stomach, tickling your sides a bit. You laugh along with him, heart feeling lighter than it’s felt in a long time..

"I mean, we have to make sure these little ones are what we’re naming them to be, but, I have a feeling we’re pretty on the nose about it." You desperately wanted one of each, a little boy and a little girl.. Winnie and Oliver.

"I mean, I’ll be okay with anything as long as they’re happy, healthy," You smile, lying your head on his, placing a kiss to his curls. "and agree that ‘39 is your best song. "

He smiles, hand rubbing over your stomach "I have a good feeling too. But if they surprise us, we’ll figure things out."

He’s suddenly excited again "I honestly can’t wait to tell Rog. And John. "

He and Roger were obviously a lot closer and in constant contact, but they were still close with John, and they would have dinner every so often. The three of them were still important to one another, they just tried to respect John’s want for privacy. Brian laughs a little at your ending sentence

"Is ‘39 my best song then? Not, hmm......... what’s that one you’re so fond of?" He pretends to be thinking, his hand moving to squeeze your ass cheekily.

Squealing at his antics, you bite your lower lip to keep from laughing loudly. "Hmmm I think… Tear it Up? Maybe?"

Wiggling your eyebrows at him, memories of a concert almost 3 months back come flooding through your mind. You’d basically begged Brian to add "Tear it Up" to the set list, it being the one song of his that he didn’t sing that made you just… feel things.

So, as you were stood to the side of the stage, watching him sing the song that had gotten you off more times than you cared to admit… You had been planning your attack for after the concert. You’d never felt him cum so hard inside of you before that night, and you can vividly remember saying that he was going to get you preg-…

Letting out a shocked gasp, your eyes widen at the sudden realization before a loud laugh erupts from your throat. Brian looked at you concerned, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline.

"Bri-brian! Oh my god, I, I think I know when you knocked me up! "

You're doubled over laughing as Brian holds you up, preventing you from falling to the ground. A noise of realization falls from his throat as well, as he joins you in laughter. He knows immediately what's going through your head in that moment and his loud guffaws overwhelm your own.

"Oh god, maybe you’re right. Jesus, I—" He shakes his head, arms tightening around your waist.

"You know—Roger teased me when he saw the setlist! He said something like that would happen and I told him it wouldn’t! " You could barely breathe through your laughs, unable to believe that your children, your children with Brian May, were conceived because he’d performed Tear it Up....

"Oh my God, Brian I ca-I can’t breathe!" Tears were streaming down your face, the kitchen echoing with your joined laughter.

"Well, we definitely have to name Winnie after him now, because this... oh my god Brian this is just too perfect!" Wrapping your arms around him as you both attempt to calm down, you shake your head at the sheer insanity of the situation that just seemed to keep getting stranger as the days went by.

"Did you ever imagine when you wrote that song that it would be the catalyst for you impregnating your young wife at 72 years old?"

Brian just snorts, shaking his head. "I was drunk and horny when I wrote that song, I don’t think I was thinking about much of anything at the time. "

He's teasing, plopping back down into his chair, pulling you flush against him once again. You smile, brushing his fringe out of his face, you loved that he constantly wanted to be close to you, to feel you against him.

"I’ve been told by people that the song was a catalyst for THEM, I just never thought it would be for ME as well.... God, I’ll never be able to live this down, Will I? You’ll never let me forget it." His voice is muffled as he presses his face into your chest

You snort, pressing your face into his head, rubbing your hands up and down his back. "Oh no love, I’m going to be teasing you about this until the end of time."

You smile into his hair as another thought comes to you. "Freddie wouldn’t let you live this down, so neither will I. "

He lifts his head and gives you a grin, eyes sparkling when he looks at you. "No, he wouldn’t, would he? He’d be absolutely delighted by the whole thing, the tosser."

Brian shakes his head before moving to stand, gathering the dirty dishes to clean them, tutting at you when you insist on helping, giving you a pointed look over his glasses. You hold up your hands in mock surrender, chuckling when he rolls his eyes at you and moves to the sink.

It's silent for a while, the two of you simply enjoying one another's company, you on your phone scrolling through social media for a while, catching up on everything you'd missed during your day at the hospital. You're so engrossed in liking pictures posted by the sweet fan accounts that had sprung up in support of you and Bri, that you didn't even notice Bri finishing up the dishes, only realizing he was finished when he comes up behind you, scaring you just a bit when he wraps his arms around your waist, hands moving up your shirt to rest on your naked stomach.

"What’s on the agenda for today, love? Anything specific?"

His voice is as soft as the hands that rub your stomach, causing you to smile and lean back into his embrace, closing your eyes when Brian drops a kiss to your hair.

"Well, I was kind of hoping we could go start baby clothes sh-"

Your words are interrupted by a series of rapid knocks against the front door, causing you and Brian to share a look of confusion before your husband scurries to the door, you slide from the barstool and following behind him. Brian makes it to the door before you, swinging it open to reveal a rather furious looking Emily May. Before you or Brian can even open your mouths to speak, Brian's youngest daughter storms past him, eyes full of anger as she turns to her father, arms crossed in front of her chest.

You step forward, placing your hand on Brian's arm. None of your husband's children had ever really liked you, they all thought you were nothing more than a gold digging whore who was only with their father for his money and fame. However, when the two of you had announced your engagement, Jimmy and Louisa had at least started to make an effort to get to know you, to accept the woman who was making their father happier than they'd seen him in decades. After the wedding, the eldest May children had even started to bring their youngest children over to your and Brian's house whenever they needed someone to watch them, and a majority of the time, it was only you in the house to watch the toddlers. You absolutely adored your step grandchildren, and they adored you, calling you Nanna Y/N, which had caused some serious laughs the first time Jimmy's youngest had said it.

However, despite the fact that her older siblings had embraced you and accepted that you were now a part of their family, Emily had staunchly refused to even be in the same room as you unless it was Christmas. Her reasoning, as she has loudly proclaimed multiple times in front of God and the entire May family, was that you were too young, she was a good decade older than you, and that she didn't trust you.

This whole issue had initially taken quite a toll on you, as you didn't want to come between Brian and his children, it had even made you consider ending the relationship for a moment in time. However, Brian had stood unflinching by your side, and had strictly told his youngest daughter that, while he loved her dearly, he wouldn't allow you to be spoken to or about in such a manner. So, to say that you and the youngest May had a rocky relationship was an understatement. This made her presence at your home even more strange, and you a little uneasy of what was inevitably to come.

You and Brian stood there, staring at his daughter with eyebrows furrowed, waiting for her to make a move. You didn't have to wait long.

"So, is it true then?"

Bri looks over at you, hazel eyes squinted in confusion at her question, before turning to his daughter.

"Em, love what do you m-"

Your husband didn't even get his words out of his mouth before Emily interrupted him, eyes burning into her father's.

"Is SHE, "

Her finger extends towards you, voice raised,

"Fucking pregnant?! Did you knock up your little whore?"

A gasp leaves your mouth at Emily's words, not her calling you a whore, that you expected. But her blatant disregard for Brian was just plain wrong and disrespectful. Stepping forward just a little, your hand still on Brian's arm, you attempt to remedy the situation like the mediator you are.

"Emily, that is completely unfair and unecces-"

You're once again interrupted,

"You do NOT get to speak! This is between me and my father, and you have no right to be here for this conversation."

You weren't used to being spoken to on such an unbridled disrespectful manner, and you were not about to put Brian in the precarious situation of defending you, you knew without a doubt he would take your side without a second thought. Clenching your teeth, your gaze turns steely as you stare Emily down, determined not to say anything that would cause too much trouble, but also not at all about to sit back and be disrespected and talked down to.

"Emily that is ENOUGH! You are the one who came into my house spouting hate, and I will NOT sit back and allow you to talk to your father in such a way. You can say whatever the hell you want to me, I could care less what your opinion is of me, but your father loves you, and you should have enough respect for him to not speak to him that way."

Brian wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to his chest, a subtle attempt to get you to calm down.

"Love, you don't need to be stressing yourself, it's okay."

His voice was as soft as always, but you knew that he was equally as upset as you were, for the opposite reason of you. He didn't care about what was said about him, only what was said about you.

Emily didn't seem phased by your words, but Brian's struck a chord obviously as she began to laugh, her hands going to her hips.

"Oh this is just perfect Dad. Do you have ANY idea how embarrassing this is going to be for the kids? How embarrassing this is for YOUR kids, to see you prancing around acting like a goddamn teenager with your child bride? It's fucking disgusting dad. You're 72 years old, and now you're having a fucking BABY?! "

She started pacing the floor in the foyer, jaw set as she turned back to Brian, eyes blazing, yet...sad.

"Why dad? Were we just not enough for you?"

Emily's words cut through Brian like a goddamn hot knife. His hazel eyes widened slightly, arms falling limp at his side. His daughter knew exactly what to say to wound him.

"Em..."

His voice breaks at the same time his heart does,

"Y-you, god,"

Brian's hand tightened around yours, anger and hurt coursing through his blood. He loved his daughter, he loved all of his children so much it physically hurt him, and to have one of those people who he loved more than anything on this planet stand in front of him and be so, so fucking hateful? It made the usually calm and collected man lose his cool.

"Emily, I love you and your brother and sister more than anything on this planet, and I love those two babies inside of Y/N in the exact same way. Why can't you just be happy for me Emily?! Why is it so difficult to believe that Y/N loves me, that she wants to be with me for no other reason other than the fact that she is happy? You have no right to be so hateful Emily, and no cause to hate Y/N the way that you do."

His voice was strong despite the fact that you could see tears in his eyes as he spoke. He hated talking to his children like this, even if she did deserve this,

Emily only laughed, sarcastic smile still plastered across her face. It was obvious that Brian's words had no effect on her other than to cause her levels of hatred and disgust to climb.

"You really want to know why it's so hard to believe she's with you out of 'pure love and adoration' , "

She was using one of the lines from Brian's vows at the wedding, putting ait quotes around the words as she spoke.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately Dad? You're old, you are a GRANDFATHER, you are not what a 20 something year old woman wants for your looks or personality. You are only attractive to people HER age for your money and influence, and if you genuinely believe that she loves you for any other reason than that, then you're a fucking fool on top of being an old perv-"

You didn't allow Emily to continue speaking, your blood boiling even more than it ever had. Removing yourself from Brian's embrace, you storm to the door, flinging it open.

"Get out of my house. .."

Your voice was rather calm given the situation that you'd found yourself in, but your face was the epitome of anger, and if looks could kill, the young woman in front of you would be dead 10x over. When she didn't move an inch, you took matters into your own hands, striding over to her and grabbing her by the arm, dragging her out of the house and onto the stairs. She was protesting the entire time, calling you every single name in the book, but you only stood in the doorway, blocking her from reentry.

"Until you can grow up and mature enough to accept my relationship with your father, you are not welcome here. Say what you want about me Emily, your opinion of me matters less than a sheep's opinion matters to a lion. I would never do anything to hurt your dad, and as badly as I want to ring your jaws for what you just said to him, I would never lay a hand on you.. "

You lean down just a bit, Emily taking a step backwards from you as you clenched your teeth, eyes full of anger.

" But if I EVER hear you say things about your father than you've said today again, I won't hesitate to make you wish you'd never been born."

The force of the door slamming shakes the paintings on the walls, and you have to lean against said door to catch your breath. God, you shouldn't have said that... As much as what you'd said was true, you still felt extremely guilty about talking to Brian's daughter that way.

But you couldn't help it, you knew that Brian would never defend himself to her, so you had to buck up and do it yourself. The things that Emily had said would have crossed a line in any situation, but the fact that she had said them to her father? That just made it that much worse.

You suck in a deep breath, striding yourself before turning around to face Brian, your heart breaking when you see him crumbled on the floor, his head buried in his hands as his body shakes with silent sobs.

"Oh Bri.."

You rush over to him, falling into the floor beside him, wrapping your arms around his shaking body and pulling him into your chest.

"It's okay love, I'm here, I love you, it's okay.."

You keep repeating these words to Brian, placing kisses into his curls as he sobs into your chest, tears completely soaking through your shirt, wetting your décolletage . This definitely wasn't the way you'd imagined your day going when you woke up to the sweet smell of tea and toast, and you were absolutely heartbroken that your husband 's daughter had managed to reduce the usually strong and resilient man into a heap of tears on the floor of your foyer.

"I would give anything to take away the pain you're feeling Brian.."

Your words cause him to sniffle, his head rising just enough for his eyes to meet yours. God, he was absolutely distraught. Smiling sadly at him, you place your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks as your thumbs run comforting circles onto his skin, wiping away his tears. He sighs, sinking into your embrace, tears ceasing their escape from his hazel eyes.

"I would never ask you to do that love.. but thank you."

Brian's heart was shattered in his chest by his daughter's actions, and while the words that she's thrown at him had definitely hurt, her blatant disregard and nonsensical hatred of you hurt far worse than anything she could have said to him.

From the beginning of your relationship with him, Brian had held onto a great sense of guilt. The media has been far less than kind to you, calling you a whore, a homewrecker, a slut, and a gold digger. That was their favorite term to use, and while it had never affected you, it had greatly affected Brian. It had genuinely taken almost a year and a half for Brian to stop apologizing to you, to accept and believe that it didn't bother you. Now, here you were, married, expecting twins, and he was in the same mental state he had been in the first time he'd seen a tabloid story about you.

"I just... I'm so sorry she said those things to you love. You didn't deserve that, and I don't know how else to apologize for her.."

You lean down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, your hands moving to his hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp in the way he loved.

"Don't apologize for her Brian, her thoughts and words are her own, not yours. I just wish I would've kicked her out sooner.. before she said those horrible things about you.. about how you look."

Over the past 2 years with Brian, and even the 6 months you'd known him before you started dating, you'd come to know that he had a rather difficult relationship with his looks. He'd been self-conscious about his appearance when he was much younger, straightening his signature curls in an attempt to fit in better. Even after Queen took off, he always found himself to be too skinny, it wasn't until the mid ‘80s that he genuinely felt confident in his own skin, but as he aged, that self confidence started to disintegrate.

It wasn't until you'd started working with him at Save Me, constantly giving him little compliments, telling him how nice his hair looked, how great he looked in that new shirt he'd bought in the hopes that you'd notice him. It wasn't until this that he genuinely began to feel confident, to love himself again.

Of course, he'd jokingly questioned what you saw in him all the time, dramatically lamenting on how a beautiful young woman like you shouldn't be subjected to his face in the light of day. But for the most part, Brian 's views of himself had greatly improved since the beginning of your relationship. However, that didn't mean he was completely healed from his previous issues, and you knew that Emily's words had definitely wounded him.

Brian just smiled sadly up at you, pressing his lips into your neck.

"Its alright love, I know how much you love me, even if I don't understand how, I don't doubt that your love is real…I believe you, it's just, "

He sighs, resting his head on your shoulder

"Its hard to believe in myself sometimes… To believe that you've actually chosen me. I mean, what Emily said isn't exactly false love, I'm an old man… I'm all wrinkly, I've got hair in places it didn't used to be, and.."

He pays his stomach, not bothering to say anything, knowing that you know exactly what he was talking about.

You sigh sadly at his words, moving yourself just a bit in order to face him properly.

"Bri..."

You desperately wanted to show him how much you loved him, how attractive you found him, just do absolutely anything you could to help him see himself the way you did. Deciding that Brian would probably come to understand just how much you loved him and all of the things he was insecure about as a result of physical affection, you climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his naked shoulders.

"Let me show you just how much I love you Bri.."

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his lips, tangling your hands in his hair, god, you loved his hair.

"I love how soft your hair is Bri, feels so nice against my fingers…"

Gently tugging on the roots of his scalp, you smile against his lips when he lets out a small moan. You decide to keep going, moving your hands to his shoulders, letting your fingernails scratch the tanned skin, gently pulling at the hair gently.

"Your shoulders, god Bri, they're so strong, so perfect for me to grab onto when you fuck me hard."

You move your hands down to his chest, scratching gently over his nipples, moaning into his lips when he bucks his hips up into you, his hardening cock straining against his sweatpants.

"Whenever I feel sad, or scared, need a little bit of reassurance and love, this chest is all I can think of resting my head against. It's so strong and soft, and if makes me feel so safe Bri.. "

He lets out a sigh at your words, tears springing to his eyes at how soft and gentle your voice is, and how much they affect him. You always knew how to make him feel better.

"Y/N..."

You cut him off by attaching your lips to his again, your hands moving down to his stomach, gently scraping your fingers down until the familiar feeling of his happy trail brushes against your fingertips.

"And your stomach Bri, it's so fucking perfect, I love feeling it press against me in the mornings, so warm and comforting."

You allow your hands to trail further down, slipping through the elastic waistband of his sweats, fingers tracing featherlight touches over his cock, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, teeth grazing the delicate skin.

Brian let's out a little whimper at your actions, desperately trying to keep his hips from .bucking into you too hard, not wanting to hurt you.

"Y-Y/n, please, I n-need you so badly.."

He knows he sounds pathetic, his voice breaking with emotion as you move your hands to the hips of his pants, eagerly tugging them down just far enough for his cock to spring free and also against his stomach, precum leaking all over the fine hair of his happy trail.

Sliding your hands to the waistband of your own underwear, you quickly tug them, and your robe, from your body

"Breathe baby, let me take care of you okay?"

You can your hands up and down his chest a few times before moving a hand down between the both of you, firmly grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and sliding down onto him, grasping his shoulders firmly. Brian's head falls forward as he feels your walls surround him, tight, hot, and the closest thing he's ever felt to heaven.

The position is a bit awkward, the two are you are in the foyer of your home after all, but you don't care. Your legs are giving you the leverage you need to move, allowing you to ride Brian gently, to show him just how much you care for him, pouring every single ounce of love you have in your body into his.

Brian wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest further into his head. As much as he loves the hard and rough sex the two of you have very often, his absolute favorite type of sex is exactly what you're doing now. Soft, gentle, reassuring.

Your hands wrap around his head holding him as close to you as possible, moaning when he begins to buck up into you, adding to the friction that was already building.

"Y-you feel so good Bri! Just let go baby, it's okay, I've got you love."

You knew that he was close, you could feel how his upwards thrusts were beginning to get shaky, his moans becoming louder and more akin to whimpers than anything else. He just nods and presses a few open mouthed kisses to your chest, letting out a strangled moan as he cums, his arms tightening around you like a vice. You just hold him right back, moaning as you feel his cum filling you up, rope after rope of hot white cum coating your walls.

The two of you sit there for a while on the tile floors of your foyer, you threading your fingers through Brian's curls, the yellow scrunchie on your wrist, while Brian simply holds you to him, his head buried firmly against your chest.

Your words had meant more to him than you realized, well, actually you probably knew exactly how much they'd meant. Brian's love language had always been words of affirmation and actions, and you took to that like a month to a flame, just always desperate to reassure and love him with everything you had to give.

After a while, Brian's back began to cry out for a softer setting, and your knees were also not feeling too great. So, with one single kiss to his forehead, you stand up, moaning a little as he slips out of you, his cum running down your thighs. Honestly, that was your favorite feeling in the world, the proof of his love for you in physical form, leaking down your skin.

Before long, you've taken Brian upstairs and cleaned him up, placing kisses to his head as you lie him down in the bed, tucking him in as you always did after he'd had a rough go of things. You place a single kiss to his lips before moving to walk back downstairs, wanting to get some laundry done. Brian however, had other plans and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him.

Raising your eyebrows at him, a smile playing on your lips, you sit back down on the bed, running your hand over his face, brushing a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Yes Doctor May? How can I assist you?"

He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. Brian knew you had things that you needed to do, but he also just wanted to be close to you, to hold you.

"Just.. I want to hold you, just until I fall asleep?"

His voice is shy, his eyes desperately trying to avoid yours, he knows he sounds like a little kid asking his mom to stay with him because he's scared, but I'm a way, he is. He's almost scared you'll leave, even though he knows you won't, but he still feels as if he's going to wake from this dream and you won't actually be a real person.

Smiling down at him gently, you nod, sliding in beside him and allowing him to wrap himself into you, his head buried once again in your chest. His hands, however, were on your stomach, gently rubbing circles along the area above your underwear, where he knows his, your, babies are growing. Smiling into your chest, Brian places a single kiss to the area of your heart, breathing in your scent.

"Thank you Y/N... for everything. Your love, your partnership, your support, these babies..."

He laughs a little, his eyes starting to get droopy with sleep. It was only about 1pm, but he was absolutely knackered. The day had been draining, and he just wanted a nap, and to hold you.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his curls.

"Oh you're welcome you silly man, it's been my absolute pleasure."

When you don't get any sort of reaction from Brian, you gaze down and chuckle when you see him asleep, mouth open just a smidge, quiet snores falling from his lips. Smiling, you decide a nap wouldn't hurt, and you settle yourself into the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around Brian as you fall asleep, dreams of what the next 6 months of pregnancy would bring.

It would be a storm, but one that the two of you could weather it, and on the other side would be a rainbow.

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freddie-roger-brian-john · 5 years

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Masterlist

(All can be read as any versions of the boys (film/real life) but they’re listed as the film/fictionalised version cause I’m not a huge fan of writing about real people)

Who I write for

* = smut

Prompts (request stuff and specify what list it’s from). I add more prompts to each list all the time so make sure to see if there’s anything new that you’d like!

You can combine prompts from different lists as well.

Random prompts (200 followers celebration)

Angst prompts

Fluff prompts

More random prompts and concepts (500 followers)

Series -

A White Christmas

(Ben!Roger x Reader) Completed

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

After engaging in a one night stand on Christmas Eve, things become interesting when you and Roger realise you’ve been snowed in. (Fluff, pure fluff)

Kisses of fire

Mamma Mia!Au

John Deacon x reader, Roger Taylor x reader, Brian May x reader.

Part one

Part two

After deciding you want to see the world, you encounter three men. All are very different from one another but they all have one thing in common. They are all completely captivated by you.

A crush

(borhap!roger x reader) Ongoing

Part one

Part two

Part three

(Part four coming slowly)

After your fiancé tells you he’s gay, you leave the flat you share with Freddie and somehow end up at Roger’s place. He’s torn. On the one hand, you’re available now, but on the other, you had almost married his best friend. (Fluff, angst)

Surprises (Ben x reader x Roger)

Completed

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four*

Part five

Part six

You discover the hard way that pregnancy is not an easy thing. Thankfully, you’ve got your boys by your side. (Fluff, a lot of freaking out, angst in the first chapter)

I want to break free (joe!john Deacon x reader)

Completed

Part one

Part two

You’ve had it with John’s constant jealousy so he decides to write you a song to make up for his recent behaviour. Unfortunately, hearing that he wants Break Free from your lies wasn’t exactly the apology you were expecting.

A Spare Jersey (Pat Murray x OC)

Ongoing

Part one

Part two (coming like tomorrow or something)

A very important meeting at work just so happens to correlate with Regina’s boyfriend’s baseball game. Without her by his side to calm him down, will Pat be able to get through the game without killing any of his teammates? Or will a poorly timed phone call ruin Regina’s chances of getting the promotion she deserves?

Not series -

Borhap!Brian May

The Gellar-Bing situation - In which Freddie Mercury is Phoebe Buffay and you have to hide your relationship with Chan- I mean Brian.

No one knows - Welp, you probably could’ve guessed that Freddie would be the first to find out you and Brian were shagging. You just weren’t expecting to be in the bath when he found out.

His fat bottomed girl - The press seems obsessed with the mystery girl they keep spotting Brian May with. What do they focus on? Your beautiful face, the way Brian looks at you with love in his eyes? No. They focus on your arse.

Yet another sister story - Just another “Hey, I’m in love with my best mate’s sister, whoops! Hope no one walks in while I’m shagging her!”

My muse - Despite money being tight, you buy Brian a camera for Christmas. He loves to capture the domestic moments.

Hammersmith 1975 - after watching Queen play at the Hammersmith Odeon on Christmas, you and Brian decide to finally introduce you to the band.

Blondes have more fun - maybe drinking all that gin wasn’t the best idea. How are you going to explain to Brian why you and Roger have matching hickies on your necks?

Her eyes - Brian’s eyes are filled with tears as he watches you walk down the aisle. It reminds him of how difficult it was to write the vows.

Whoops - Brian comes round to celebrate your 3 month anniversary only to be met by your protective older brother and his fellow bandmate.

I lost a bet - a modern day au in which Brian May posts a livestream on instagram to reveal some big news that he would’ve rather told with a bit more grace than with a little too much gin.

Long legs - after a clumsy Bri trips over a uncovered wire after a gig and knocks over his girlfriend, he seeks revenge.

Headcanon #1 - Brian May is a fan of those curves.

Borhap!Roger Taylor

Morning confessions - You and Roger was shagging buddies, friends with benefits, that’s all. Well, that what you thought until he confessed he felt more. Looks like it’s time for Roger to learn about your ex-boyfriend.

Blah blah blah - Roger’s a dick and you’re a bitch. According to Brian, it’s a match made in heaven.

Hugging you - Based on the song by Tom Rosenthal. Roger decides to take you star gazing.

Birthday present - despite the nerves that have been building up over the last week, you pull yourself together and give Roger a very special gift on his birthday.

Three’s a crowd - it’s been a few weeks since you and Roger both confessed your crushes on Brian. Today might be the day you do something about it... or get Freddie to do something about it.

Smile - it’s not just the old name of Roger’s band. It’s also his favourite thing about you. It’s just a shame that you need reminded of that.

Borhap!John Deacon

You forgot to tell me it’s twins?! (My favourite one shot I’ve ever written) - Giving birth is hard, especially when your husband’s dumbass best friend forgets how to count.

Flying back to Edinburgh - You’re pretty pissed when John leaves mere minutes after returning from tour. Everything becomes clear when he returns with a present he left in his last hotel room.

Head over heels - in which John Deacon falls for you... literally.

And they were roommates - an awful day turns a lot worse when you find out that you have to share a hotel room with your frenemy, John Deacon. And then even worse when the two of you realise, there was only one bed.

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(Non-Queen)

Warren Worthington

Don’t leave me - You and Warren finally managed escape the cage fighting ring however, when Apocalypse comes a knocking, you have to confess something that may tie the two of you down again.

Eyes closing - When a seemingly easy mission turns into a matter of life and death, you and Warren confess your feelings for each other.

Seemingly innocent - you were just trying to help him get cleaned up and relax. You would’ve never expected the sound that left his mouth to happen as a result.

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shinichirosbabymama · 5 years

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Being Freddie (Rami x Reader)

A/N: okay so after seeing Bohemian Rhapsody I decided that one of the things I really wanted to write was Rami acting as Freddie because I thought his characterisation was perfect and pretty much undeniably sexy. I always wanted to play on how confused I actually got in the film in the sense that I kept forgetting that it was actually Rami in front of me and not Mr Mercury himself. Also worth mentioning that the reader is gender neutral in tribute to a true bicon 💖💜💙 It gets a little sexy but I wouldn’t say it was smut per say. Either way I hope you all enjoy 🥀

‘Y/N come on, he’s ready.’ Your contact called as you briskly as you sat up quickly in your chair, lukewarm coffee sloshing dangerously inside the cup you were holding.

You quickly discarded the cup and rushed to grab hold of your heavy makeup trolley as you followed your contact towards the room which housed the studio’s make up department.

You were about to do makeup for your biggest client yet - Rami Malek, and even more nerve wracking was that he was playing one of the greatest rockstars there had ever been. Freddie Mercury.

You gave yourself a deep breath as you tugged the heavy trolley behind you. Your contact for the day had hand picked you especially after seeing your stage make up at the local theatre. He said you had a real talent for what he called depth.

‘I’m just going to let you know in advance,’ your contact started, facing you with an expression that could only be described as subtle amusement, ‘he likes to stay in character as soon as he arrives at the studio, so expect a little sass.’ He smirked at the end, and you could feel the itch of your visitor pass lanyard irritating your neck.

‘He’s all yours.’ The contact gestures dramatically as he left you at the door and sauntered away.

Cautiously you entered, trying to gracefully drag your trolley behind you.

Rami was seated in front of a huge mirror, which was surrounded with soft yellow lights that gave his face a youthful glow. His hair was styled in Freddie’s short layered bob from his younger days and even in the dim light from where you stood you could see his front teeth protruding and touching his lower lip.

Rami’s legs were crossed one over the other with his hands clasped together on his knee as he gazed at himself in the mirror, barely acknowledging your existence. He was wearing an insanely tight pair of leather trousers and a huge faux fur jacket that seemed to bristle around his neck, giving him a surprisingly intimidating figure for such a slight man.

‘Uhm, hello Rami. I’m Y/N. Here to do your makeup.’ You murmured, trying to hide the nerves in your voice as Rami’s eyes flicked over to you.

‘It’s Freddie darling, if you don’t mind. Come here so I can have a look at you.’

His effeminate British drawl, so different to the sound of his normal Californian accent startled you, but you remained composed as you stepped towards him, leaving the trolley abandoned behind you.

‘Hm yes, you’ll do. Quite nicely.’ He said, looking up at you through his long eye lashes and offering you a hint of the extra teeth that crowded his mouth as he smiled at you. You felt yourself flush thinking about how positively devilish he looked.

‘Are you ready to start?’ You asked, trying to direct your mind back to the task at hand as Rami nodded in response and you brought the trolley over to begin unpacking your things.

‘Is there anything in mind you’d like today?’ You asked politely. You were well aware of what they were shooting today, having been given a full brief weeks ago to give you time to source all the right products but it was still nice to ask, given how enamoured he appeared to be with the role.

‘I want to look positively delectable, you know.’ He spoke as he pouted his lips, studying the shadow of his cheek bones in the light as you laid out your products and brushes.

‘I can do that.’ You began to prep his face, unable to stop yourself smiling as his eyes fluttered shut as lightly brushed powder across his nose.

‘Tell me about yourself, darling.’ He spoke after a few minutes of comfortable silence. ‘Do you always work on beautiful people like me?’

You felt yourself flush but kept your hand steady as you worked. ‘Actually no. I’m usually working on much smaller stage stuff-‘

‘Oh so they’re not beautiful like me then?’ He asked flirtatiously, raising his eyebrows but keeping his eyes closed.

‘Well-‘ you stammered a little, unable to allow yourself to give such a brazen compliment to the gorgeous man in front of you.

‘I’m only teasing you, love.’ He smirked.

‘I do think what you’re doing is amazing.’ You murmured, trying to ignore the prickly heat on the back of your neck.

‘What? Queen?’ He questioned, opening his eyes to gaze directly at you.

‘Mhm.’ You confirmed, deciding to play along with him.

‘Why thank you, I’ve always been a performer in one capacity or another.’

You let you a small giggle at his innuendo. ‘Bit of a minx aren’t you?’ He asked, eyes roaming over you as you began to add shadow and dimension to his cheeks.

You had to be dreaming surely. You could not believe Rami Malek (or Freddie Mercury, depending on how deep you were down the rabbit hole by this point) just referred to you as a minx. You wanted to text all of your friends immediately but you knew none of them would believe you anyway. Instead, you decided to have fun with this.

‘You’re tame if that falls within your definition of a minx.’ You teased bravely.

‘Well then you’ll have to show me what it really means then darling.’ He drawled, bedroom eyes on full display as you tried to ignore his gaze and focus.

‘Maybe once I’ve finished my work.’ You replied with a smirk, leaning closer to him as you began to apply a thin line of dark brown eyeliner to his lower lids.

‘You’re making this quite hard for me dear.’ He murmured, just as the two of you were inches apart.

‘Why’s that?’ You replied, your voice low now as you finished applying the eyeliner.

‘Because you’re fucking gorgeous.’ He replied brazenly, leaning towards you as the tips of his fingers ghosted over your jawline.

‘May I?’ He asked quietly, his accent still unequivocally British but slightly hoarse now.

You nodded, completely lost in the confusing tangle of Rami and Freddie that you unashamedly loved.

You swiftly closed the gap between the two of you, catching his full lips with your own. You thought the teeth might interrupt your kisses but oddly he knew how to work them perfectly as they grazed against your lower lip as the tip of his tongue ran lightly across.

The action caused you to let out a soft moan, to which he responded to with a firm grasp of your ass. The feeling of his large hands on your behind caused you to half straddle him as you craved the feeling of his lips and his hands roaming over you.

The two of you kissed feverishly and you didn’t give a second thought to the makeup that was probably melting straight off his face.

The feeling of the soft fur that brushed against your wrists as you threaded your fingers into your hair twinned with the sensation of the tight leather that you could feel under your thighs was driving you wild as you ground wantonly against him.

A loud rap on the door caused you to spring back immediately while Rami/Freddie (you were really struggle to distinguish by this point) merely sat back with a smirk.

‘Five minute warning.’ A loud voice echoed on the other side of the door followed by retreating footsteps. There were a few seconds of charged silence as the two of you stared at one another, you panting lightly.

‘Better finish me off darling.’ He drawled, eyes sultry as it took you a few seconds to understand what he actually meant.

You bit your tongue, unable to force your frazzled brain to come up with a witty reply as you straightened your clothes and attempted to fix the make up mess that you had created before it was time to go.

‘Perfect.’ He checked himself from all angles in the mirror as he prepared to leave.

‘You should hang around. We can continue this later.’ He smirked and left the room without another word.

You gave yourself a moment stood in the middle of the room as you tried to process exactly what had just happened.

‘Holy shit.’ Was all you were able to muster in the end.

#rami malek x reader #rami x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagine #freddie mercury

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alexanderskarsgardsmustache · 7 years

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Knife Fight Alternate Ending - Rami Malek x Reader

Welcome to the director’s special edition of my fic “Knife Fight” (2017). Requested by @ramiiiiiiiiiiiiiii who dreams of being impaled by everyone’s fave boi. Also for all the critics (Pam) who said the og KF wasnt good enough bc “no one got stabbed” WELP here u go.

Spoiler: eid uoy

Rami’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he took his seat at a table full of fellow actors. It vibrated once, then twice, signaling two text messages. When he was certain the cameras weren’t on him, he pulled it out to check. Both were from you, and he frowned as he read them.

“I can’t believe you”

“Meet me in the fucking pit”

“what did i do ?” he texted back hurriedly, slipping his phone back away as the lights dimmed. Almost immediately his phone buzzed again, and he snuck another look at it as Ashton Kutcher came out on stage.

“You know what you did”

“West alley at midnight. Blades only.”

Rami stared at his phone in disbelief for half a minute, not knowing what to think. He finally locked it and put it away, ignoring the glares of actors and actresses around him for his rudeness.

It was raining by 11:55, not a drizzle by any means by not hard enough to hinder your ability to fight. You checked the time before slipping your phone back into the pocket of your hoodie, the hood pulled tightly over your head. Rain had already soaked through the fabric when you saw Rami appear at the mouth of the alley, slightly obscuring the lights from the street behind him. You saw he was dripping wet as he approached you, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his suit.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked, stopping about 15 feet from you.

“You must think so, if you came,” you answered, grip tightening around the smooth handle in your pocket.

“Maybe I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to kick your ass.” You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes.

“Kick MY ass? Remember the last time we did this, over the Bryan Singer thing? Who had the dislocated shoulder, me or you?”

“Well, you should have dislocated both, because I’m still doing the Freddie Mercury movie,” Rami smirked.

“I’ll be sure to remember that when I’m holding your face against the pavement, just another line on my shit list for you.”

“Don’t act as though I’m the only one who’s done anything wrong here,” he insisted, and you barked out a laugh.

“I’ve never done anything wrong in my life, ever,” you asserted. “What could you possibly be mad at me for, whooping you?” Rami drew out his phone and you tensed, thinking for a split second he was going to make his move.

“I found your blog,” he informed you, the backlight of his phone illuminating his face. “Your twitter, instagram, everything.” He turned the phone towards you to show you the proof, but you were too far away to see.

“Who the fuck taught you how to use the internet? Or your phone, for that matter?” you demanded in disbelief.

“I’ve seen the shit you say about me where you think I can’t see: I’m an old man, my lips are chapped, I’m balding.” He stuffed his phone back in his pocket angrily, his body tensing. “All that I can overlook, but…” he trailed off, his bottom lip trembling. His visible hand was shaking, and you were seconds from drawing your karambit from your hoodie pocket. Rami sucked in a bit of air.

“But I can’t forgive the stuff you said about Sami.” You froze for a second, mind racing, as he stared at you. Your grip around your knife loosened ever so slightly as you racked your brain to figure out what he meant. He took one step towards you and you pulled out the blade, defensive.

“I’ve never said anything bad about Sami! What do you even mean?” Rami laughed darkly, shaking his head.

“No, you wouldn’t say anything bad about him, would you? He’s your favorite twin, right?” His voice was shaking. Rami drew a switch-blade from his pocket, tears streaming down his face.

“Why did you do this to me?” he shouted, his voice cracking into a sob. “Why did you say you liked Sami more than me?” You readied your own knife as much as you could in your shaking hands.

“You’re friends with Casey Affleck! You left me no choice!”

“We were in ‘Aint Them Bodies Saints’ together!” he argued, and you took a step closer to him. “He settled everything out of court!”

“And I share a workstation with a woman who thinks someone telling her ‘Happy Holidays’ is harassment, but I’m not her fucking friend!” you spat. You lunged at him and caught his arm, your knife stained red when you pulled back. Blood seeped out of the wound and into his suit as Rami recoiled, gripping his arm.

“This is fucking DIOR!” he screamed, eyes wide and dark. “You know I love Dior!”

“Die for it then!” you screamed, lunging at him again. He blocked your knife with his own and punched you in the gut with his free hand, causing you to double over. He barely missed when he swiped at you, and you had just enough time to roll away from him. He followed you, however, and was able to slice your leg as you tried to get away, You screamed, kicking out at him with your other leg. You made contact with his chest and Rami was pushed backwards, groaning. You took the opportunity to scramble to your feet, but your balance was shaky.

“Do you think I like doing this?” you yelled as Rami worked himself up to his feet. Blood trickled down his arm, and he gripped his wound to stop its flow. You noticed dimly that your leg was gushing more blood than it should be, but you paid it less concern than you should.

“I don’t care what you like or don’t like anymore!” Rami screamed, anger resonating in his voice. “You pushed me and pushed me, and now you’re finally going to have to pay for it.” He ran for you again, and this time you were too slow to dodge him. You brought your blade up to deflect a blow, and his bloody knife slid over yours, catching your dominant arm all the way up as he stabbed. You screamed, half in rage and half in pain, as you stumbled away from him. He quickly followed you, deflecting your next, weakened blow with ease. You hit your injured leg wrong and fell towards him, your blade falling from your hand, and he buried his knife in your stomach as he caught you.

Pain seared through your body, spreading from your newest wound. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but let your body sag against Rami, which further impaled you on his blade. He said nothing for a moment, but shivered against you as your blood spilled over his hand. He twisted the knife inside you and you groaned, spitting blood onto his shoulder.

“I told you this is fucking Dior,” he hissed, pushing you off him and withdrawing his knife. You stumbled back and fell to your knees, clutching your stomach as you coughed more blood. You glanced down in disbelief at your dripping hands, shaking, as Rami walked towards you. He shook the blood off his knife and checked his suit as he walked, scoffing at the marks you had left.

“I can never wear this again, do you know that?” he asked as he circled around behind you. You smiled, and you could feel blood dribbling out of the corner of your mouth.

“You never…. Would’ve anyway,” you forced out.

“Your last words and that’s what you choose to say?” he asked, tutting. You gathered all the air in your lungs as he grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back.

“Fuck you, Rami Malek,” you spat just before he slid his knife across your throat. You stared up at him as you gurgled, blood gushing forth and spilling down your torso. You felt the rain against your face as your vision went black, and the last thing you saw was Rami sneering down at you. You fell forward against the wet pavement, shaking, and listened to him walk aways as you died in pulsating waves of blood.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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My #1 fan; Ben Hardy x child sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I am with yet another BoRhap boy story, this time it's of Ben Hardy (god it's been FOREVER since I wrote a story of Benny boi) but here it is. Now this is a Big Brother!Ben fic so unlike the last time there is NO ROMANCE, JUST FLUFFY PLATONIC GOODNESS THAT I CAN DISH UP!!!! Also in this fic I would like to point out that I do NOT OWN WORLD OF DANCE!! IT BELONGS TO J-LO AND NBC and all the people involved with the making of this amazing dance competition (if you haven't heard of it, go check it out the recent season is out NOW!!) Also watch the video links (from actual previous competitors on the show) to get a feel of what I'm seeing for the dances cause I am NOT dancer so I do not know all the moves that you dancers do out there, but I hope you all still enjoy this fic :)

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God it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. From the time I got my first real American movie role in X-men Apocalypse, everything just seemed to fold right before me. From my biggest success of Bohemian Rhapsody (where I became best friends with probably the three greatest guys in the world), followed by the Netflix movie 6 Underground with Ryan Reynolds (and yes he’s just as hilarious and humble as he presents himself).

My life has just exploded from there, I try to be home whenever I can but when I do, she’s just as busy as I am.

Now that things have calmed down on my end and she’s preparing for an upcoming audition on a dance show, I can finally take the time to go see her (especially now since I’m in LA where she’s to audition). God I haven’t seen her in years, I wonder how she’s been?

“BENJAMIN!!!” Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to him.

“Hmm what?”

“Geez mate you were really out of it back there. We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes.” Gwil said as he sipped his beer.

“Oh sorry guys, I was just—thinking.”

“And just who was it that had your attention so badly that you tuned out from the rest of the world?” teased Rami.

“Benjamin Hardy are you cheating on me!? Oh my god you’re cheating! Who is it! What’s their name!?” Joe accused me. I rolled my eyes as I shoved him.

“Is it a girl?” Rami asked.

“Oh great. Now I gotta get breast implants just to get you to notice me.” Joked Joe. We all looked at him strangely and I said.

“Not in that way, but yes I am thinking about a girl. My sister actually.”

“Your sister? You—never mentioned a sister before.” Gwil said.

“I kinda like to keep her separate from my name.”

“What you guys don’t get along?” asked Joe.

“No, no we get along amazingly. We’re each other’s #1 fans. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody everyone now knows my name. I don’t want people comparing the two of us and making her feel like I’m outshining her. That’s one of the other reasons why I changed my last name from Jones to Hardy.”

“Is she an actress too?” Rami asked with a head tilt.

“No, no. She’s a dancer actually.”

“A dancer? Fancy.” Joe said in a posh accent.

“What kind of dancing does she do?” Gwil said.

“Mostly contemporary. But she also does ballet and a bit of Hip-hop. This one competition she was on, she actually combined ballet and hip-hop together. Got 1st place for it, and was the youngest winner to ever win the Glasgow dance competition.” They all whistled.

“She must be good then, how old is she?”

“She was 7 years old.” They all gaped at me.

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.

“No, not at all. In fact in her ballet school where she trains, she’s actually the youngest student to have been chosen to get a full run scholarship to the London Academy for Dance. Once she’s 12 years old, they’ll give her the full ride.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How old is she now?” Gwil asked.

“She’s nine.”

“So they’re gonna hold onto her scholarship for another three years?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Damn she must be good for them to do that.” Joe said with a sigh.

“She is. Fell in love with dancing at 2 years old and did her first pirouette within the first three months of joining her ballet school.”

“Geez, and my sister couldn’t do one till she was about 9.”

“Guess my sister’s got yours beat.” I teased to Joe.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t rub it in.”

“So Ben, when was the last time you saw her?”

“Five years.” I said as I sipped my beer solemnly.

“Wait what? You haven’t seen your sister in five years!?” Joe gawked.

“I told you guys, ever since X-men it’s been one project after another. And even when I did have a break, she was out of state doing a competition either with her school or as a soloist. But—hopefully that’ll change in the next few weeks. She’s actually here in LA.”

“She is?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Yeah. She’s auditioning for some sort of dance show they film here.”

“So you think you can dance is doing a junior competition now?” asked Joe.

“No not that one. It’s a recent one. They’ve only done like 3 or 4 seasons of it. I think it’s called Dancing world…..no World of Dance. That’s it.”

“Oh that show is awesome! I’ve auditioned for that show.” Joe bragged.

“No you haven’t.” Rami exclaimed at Joe’s lie.

“I’m serious I auditioned during their first 2 seasons. Couldn’t commit cause of obvious reasons.”

“I’m calling BS on that.” Gwil said as he leaned back.

“Uhh excuse me; who got the part of the Disco Deacy? Me. Who perfected the BAB dance? Me. I’m perfectly qualified to be a dancer. In fact why don’t we go see your little sis and she can be the judge!”

“What?”

“You heard me, right now! Let’s go see her!” Joe said as he downed his drink and stood up.

“Hang on guys……”

“Well besides of Joe’s reason, I think it’d be fair for us to meet your little sis. I mean we’ve practically seen each other’s siblings. You all met my twin Sami and my sis Jasmine.”

“I agree with Rami, and you all met my older brother at my engagement party.”

“And of course you all met John and Mary at the BoRhap premiere.” At this rate I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Fine. I—guess I’ll call up my mum and ask her where she’s rehearsing at.” I just hope (y/n) doesn’t mind having my friends come and see her rehearse.

Cause when she’s in rehearsal mode, she can be quite the little jumpy bug.

*My POV*

Two days. I had two days till the Qualifier rounds for World of Dance. I had my routine down to the T and my mum says it’s perfect (but she has to say that she’s my mum), however I’m still doubting myself on some of the moves, or if I’m not showing enough emotion (cause J-Lo loves herself some dancers who can convey emotion).

I was sitting in the rehearsal room having myself a break after rehearsing my dance for the past half hour. I had this studio slotted for a 45min. rehearsal so I had about 15 minutes left to practice.

“I swear each time you dance your routine, you get more graceful every time.” Mum said as she came in with some lunch.

“Thanks mum, but is it good enough for the judges?”

“I know it is.” I chose not to respond to her. Like I said she has to say these things, but I know there are some flaws to my dance. I didn’t stick the landing hard enough, I tripped up on the landing from the 540, my leg wasn’t straight enough with I lifted it outward, so many flaws. “Oh I forgot, there’s a little surprise waiting for you downstairs.”

“Mum I—I don’t know. I mean I haven’t even found out if I’ll make it into the next round.”

“Trust me love, you’ll like this surprise.” She raced over to the door and opened it and soon coming in my brother and his three friends from his film Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Benny!” I cheered as I hopped off my seat and raced right over to him. A huge smile spread across his face as he extended his arms out and caught me as he picked me up and spun me around.

“Hey kiddo oh it’s been forever! Oh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.”

“I missed you Benny.”

“I missed you too kiddo. God you have no idea how much I missed you.” he said as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.

“Your brother happened to be in LA so we planned a little surprise visit for you.” mum said as she closed the door.

“And I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends over.” Ben said as he gestured towards the three actors who starred with him on Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I don’t mind. I’ve heard so much about these guys that I figured it’s about time I met them in person.” He set me down and I walked up to the actor who played the legendary Freddie Mercury. “Rami Malek, right?”

“That is correct, and you must be his famous little dancing sister.”

“Well I wouldn’t call myself famous yet, but I hope to be one day.” We shook hands with each other. I then moved onto the next one, the tallest out of all of them who even looked like Brian May even without the wig. “Now forgive me if I pronounce your name wrong, my Welsh isn’t that great. Is it—Gwilym.” I pronounced the “I” like I was saying “ice cream”.

“Close, it’s pronounced Gwilym. Think of the “wi” like will.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No worries—(Y/n) right?”

“Yeah.” We both shook hands with each other and I told him, “Can I just say, I thought you were phenomenal as Brian May.”

“Well thank you love, I take it you’re a Queen fan as well?”

“Yeah. You can thank Benny for that. He introduced me to the band when I was a little girl. I even did a dance routine to White Queen when I was around 4-5 years old.”

“Wow, if you remember it, we’d sure like to see it.” Rami said.

“I think I might remember it. Again it was a while ago so I might improvise something if I don’t remember the whole routine.”

“No problem there.” Rami said with a warm smile. I then moved on to the last actor who played (my personal favorite member of Queen, John Deacon).

“So you’re the famous Joe Mazzello that my brother won’t shut up about.”

“Sure am kid. And you’re the world time dance champion and scholarship holder for the best London dance academy ehh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well little missy I happen to be a dance champion too, and I challenge you to a dance off!” Already I could see Ben, Gwilym and Rami either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes as Joe’s proclamation.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with my brother would it?”

“And if it is?” questioned Joe in a challenging manner.

“No reason.” I shrugged. “Just hope you’re prepared to lose.” The guys all oooh in a challenging manner and that’s when Joe nodded along.

“Okay, okay little one. But I’m giving it all I got so you better watch out.” I gestured that the dancefloor was all his. Gwil went over to the stereo and went through my Spotify app till he found the song that Joe wanted to dance to.

He chose Wham’s ‘Wake me up before you go-go’. I’ll admit he has some pretty good moves—for an amateur. After doing a minute and a half of his little on the spot dance moves, he posed as he panted heavily.

“It was okay.” I shrugged.

“Okay?”

“Yeah I mean—it was…..cute. It was cute. For like an Instagram or TikTok video.”

“Okay then little miss Prima donna. Show me your little ballet moves.” Challenged Joe. Oh he don’t know me very well, do he? I first took off my ballet shoes and put on my sneakers.

I told Gwilym which song to play and he nodded to me that he would wait till I was ready before he played the song. I now stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath before turning to Gwilym. He nodded and pressed his finger on my phone to play the song and soon YG’s “One time coming” began playing.

Play video

With this song I unleashed my Hip-hop background. Poppin and locking my body when needed, going in time with the beat, even doing things with my limbs to which no one had ever seen (like this one move where I had my right arm out and only by moving my left index finger, either the upper or lower portion of my arm would move up).

The guys and my mum were amazed and just in awe at my dancing. And when I did a little patterned tip-toe strut with my arms tucked in like duck wings, did I hear the guys exclaim and just flip out. When my minute and a half dance break was over, I flipped my hair towards Joe telling him that he got owned.

In pure defeat, Joe collapsed to the ground and lay there dead while my brother came up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

“The winner and undefeated champion of the dance. (Y/n) Jones!” I bowed and thanked the guys and my mum as they cheered. Benny set me back down on the ground just as Joe finally came up and revived himself. I stood before him and he said.

“You surprise me kiddo. I accept defeat. Benjamin is yours.”

“Well he is my brother. But—we can share him.” At hearing that, Joe took me in his arms and spun me around thanking me repeatedly.

“Do you think whenever we get some free time, could you show me some stuff. I really liked that little tip-toe strut.”

“I learned it from a friend of mine whose into Hip-hop back at my school. In fact he competed on the first season of World of Dance he and his group. They didn’t win but they got to the Semi-finals.”

“That’s awesome. You really are the dance master. And I can’t wait to see what you bring to the World of Dance stage.”

“In fact (Y/n), can we see your routine?” asked Ben.

“Yeah I was just about to ask that. Ben’s told us that while you can combine certain genres of dance, your main focus was on contemporary. I’ve always been intrigued anytime someone says they’re a contemporary dancer.” Gwilym said. I turned to my mum and asked her how long did I have for rehearsal.

When she told me five minutes, I knew I could show them my audition routine that I had planned. But after that we had to leave cause the next group to come in had to set up their things and warmup.

The guys all took a seat along the mirrored wall while my mum handled the music.

Once my song began playing, I did my entire routine before the guys. Showing Ben’s friends that while I can unleash the beast in Hip-hop, I can be as graceful and elegant as a swan.

After the routine was done, I got a standing ovation from all four of the guys as they applauded and whistled. I gathered up my stuff and as I did, the guys all swarmed around me telling me what an amazing job I did, and that for some of the *cough*Joe*cough* I had them crying by the end of my routine.

We then left the dance studio and Ben’s friends allowed us to have our own personal family time (since Ben and I hadn’t seen each other in literally five years). We said our goodbyes and soon our mum took us out to eat as sorta a family reunion/congratulations on all of our combined successes.

It was time. The World of Dance qualifier rounds. Today was my filming date and I knew in several weeks they would soon air it on TV worldwide. Now I have performed in front of crowd before, but this—this was something else.

And not to even make me twice as nervous, I have seen what people comment on the show or the specific dancers. Most of them are nice comments but then again it’s the Internet so there’s bound to be haters out there.

This one girl from last season just a few years older than me got so much hate in fact, that she ended up shutting down her Twitter page and I’m told she gave up on dancing all together. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that ends up being me.

I was running my routine through my head and stretching myself out. With me to support me was my mum, Ben and Ben’s friends of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami, Gwil and Joe. With each dancing group or person that went up, I got more and more nervous. Soon a producer came up to me and said.

“(Y/n), you’ll be on up after The Jumperz.”

“Okay, thank you.” I told him. He nodded and walked away from me, at that moment I felt like I wanted to puke.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” I looked up to see Ben standing over me.

“Good, very good.” He sat down beside me, his brow furrowed with concern. Crap he knows, he always knows.

“You sure?” at this point I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. I tucked my legs into my chest and curled myself into a ball.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore Ben.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Can we go home? Yeah, yeah let’s go home.” I said as I stood up.

“Now hold on, hold on love.” He took my hand into his stopping me from even walking away. “Let’s just sit down and talk about it real quick.” He stood up and we went outside of the room and stood along the hallway.

I leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest protectively and my leg bouncing with anxiety.

“Talk to me sis, what’s going on?”

“I just……I’m scared Ben. I don’t know why I am, I’ve performed in front of an audience before, I don’t know why I’m this nervous. It’s stupid I know.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No it’s not.” He said to me gently as he cupped my face, trying his best to not ruin my makeup. “You’re human, you have every right to be nervous. I’ll bet not a single one of these dancers you’re competing against isn’t feeling what you’re feeling now. And some of these guys might’ve been with well-known performers and are still feeling the nerves.”

“Is it always this nerve wracking for you every time you film something?” he nodded.

“Of course it is. I’m always worried about people’s reactions to me on screen. Even with all the positive feedback I get, I always keep my eye focused on that one negative outlook, no matter how many people say I’m good in a role.”

“I just don’t want the haters to pull me away from my dream like they did to that one dancer that came on the show last season.”

“Come here, have a seat in my lap.” He sat down on the floor and guided me till I was now sitting on his lap, holding me like a teddy bear. “There will always be haters and trolls out there in the world. That’s just what they get off of, is by bringing other people down, especially kids who go on shows like this. It’s wrong and vile but I won’t say you won’t encounter some hate. But the one thing you must keep in mind; is to never, ever let them dictate on who you are as a person.”

“Do you think I can do that?”

“Absolutely. You’re incredibly talented, you’re smart, kind, the most talented person I’ve ever met. I mean yeah I can dance but nowhere near to the level that you can. Hell you even beat out Joe in that little dance competition when you first met him a couple days ago.”

“I did do that, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“You schooled him.”

“Ben no one says that anymore.”

“Whatever I’m a 90’s kid that was the lingo back then.”

“Back in the ancient times.” He scoffed.

“Alright miss smart-aleck I guess since you’re feeling well enough to sass me off you don’t need me anymore.” He plopped me off his lap and went to stand up but I gripped his shirt and begged.

“No Benny please!” all I could hear was his soft laughter. I hit his arm and pouted. “You are so mean!”

“Aww sissy, you know I can’t help but be a little cheeky with you.” he teased as he playfully nudged my shoulder with his arm. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah I know cause that’s your job.”

“It is my job. Well one of the many qualifications of being your Big Brother. The most important one though, is to be there for you when you need it.” He stroked the top of my head and I hugged him.

“Thanks Ben. I’m glad that you could be here.”

“Me too. And hey, accepted or not. I’m proud of all that you’ve done in your dancing career.” He whispered in my ear as he gave me a snug embrace.

After our little bro-sis cuddle, we separated from each other and he asked me, “Do you still feel nervous?”

“A little but not as much.”

“Okay so there are two options we can do here; we can shake out the nerves, or my favorite—I can tickle them out of you.”

“No Ben you’ll ruin my costume!” I whined out as he chuckled.

“Okay, so we’ll shake them out then.” We both stood up and did our nerve shakeout.

Which was basically what he learned in theatre which was just shaking out your hands and feet counting backwards from 10, but each time we’d count, we’d go a bit faster. Once we got one, Ben picked me up and spun me around before setting me down.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Good, oh wait one last thing before you go out, gotta shake out those negative thoughts in that brain of yours.” He cupped my face in his hands and playfully shook my head around as he growled out in an angry tone, “Get out of my sister’s head you dirty rotter’s!”

“Ben!” I laughed. He stopped as he grinned down at me.

“Had to make sure. You look beautiful, and I know you’re gonna wow everyone out there, especially the judges.”

“Thanks Benny. I love you.”

“Love you too kiddo.” He gave my nose a peck before escorting me back into the dance room. A producer was calling out my name, I looked up at Ben and he nodded to me before I went racing off towards the producer to tell him I was here.

When he saw me, he guided me towards the corridor where I would walk down, go up the stairs and racing across towards the stage. I could hear the chanting claps of the audience and their cheers and soon I heard the announcer say through the speaker.

“Give it up, for (Y/n) Jones.” I raced across the corridor, took the steps two at a time before racing across the catwalk towards the stage. As soon as I came on stage, everyone cheered and soon I was standing before Ne-Yo, Derek Hough, and Jennifer Lopez. They greeted me with waves or nods and I waved to them.

“Hello sweetie.” Jennifer greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved back to her.

“Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“My name is (Y/n) Jones and I’m from London, England.”

“Oh a British Dancer. Finally someone from the UK.” Derek proclaimed.

“So how old are you?” Ne-Yo asked me.

“I just turned nine last month.” At that the crowd cheered for me and that’s when Ne-Yo said.

“Well happy belated birthday.”

“Thank you Ne-Yo.” He winked at me and said to me.

“Let’s see what you got (Y/n).” I nodded and handed my microphone to one of the assistants before racing off towards the back of the stage as the lights went down.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. This was it, make it or break it.

*Ben’s POV*

From backstage, my mum, the guys and I along with the other dancers could watch and see what was going on stage. I pressed my hands together in a prayer motion as I had them against my lips, c’mon little sis I know you can do it.

*Play video*

Her song routine, Ashes by Celine Dion soon came on through the speakers and she began her routine. The lights softly lit up in a sunrise color of yellow, orange, and purple. She truly shined as her dance went on, going slow when she needed before finally sticking the landing or going with the beat of the song.

That entire stage was hers to command and she used the entirety of that stage for her routine. I could hear the judges voices sound impressed with my sister’s routine, especially once the chorus struck and the hard drumbeats of the song kicked in.

The crowd was just in awe and applauded my sister, dazzled by her grace yet strength she was giving them in her performance. Doing her 540’s, leg lifts, front flips, she was like the Freddie Mercury of dancing on that stage as she showed her true colors on that stage, especially as it lit up with her as the song got more powerful.

By the end of it when she stood up and just gave that pleading face of help as she reached out towards J-Lo, the lights went dark and the entire audience went nuts.

“That was even amazing with the lights.” Said Joe.

“Agreed, she really lit that stage up.” Rami agreed.

“That’s our girl.” Mum said as I wrapped my arm around her.

“Alright, alright, alright, alright (Y/n). Now remind me how old you are?” Derek said.

“I just turned nine.” At that point Derek stood up from his chair flipping his pen which made everyone laugh. “Girl you look like you’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Everyone laughed.

“How old were you when you got into dancing?” asked J-Lo.

“I was 2.” (y/n) responded.

“Well it shows that you definitely have a passion for this. And you literally have been doing this your whole life. Just seeing you being able to do moves that—I couldn’t even do at your age till I was much older, that to me…..shows you have true love for dancing. And you already gave me goosies little missy and we just met you.”

“Uh-oh Jennifer with her goosies.” Ne-Yo said.

“She gave them to me, the goosies do not lie!”

“No they do not.” Derek said before he continued, “But just like Jennifer said. I mean my sister and I we did some contemporary a bit as kids but nowhere could we master it down just like you’ve done (Y/n). And that final move where you just landed right on your knees. I literally jumped from my seat.”

“Yeah it was like you had no bones little miss.” Ne-Yo said as my sister smiled and laughed. “Besides from what both Derek and Jennifer has said. Your timing is what really stuck out to me. Like it was like you were a part of the song itself. Like first you’d be like all smooth and fluid when the beat was gentle. But when the drumbeat kicked in hard with boom- boom boom-boom. That right there is what really stuck out to me.”

“I completely agree.” Derek said.

“Alright we’re gonna lock in our scores and we’ll see if you make it to the duels (Y/n).” J-Lo said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded and that’s when the lights dimmed down on her and we watched as the three judges locked in their scores, while making their silent commentaries to each other.

“Okay (Y/n), you need an 88 or above to qualify for the duels, let’s see what you scored.” The host said as he came out and stood beside my sister. The lights shown down (like those game show lights whenever something gets suspenseful).

First up was Derek’s score; he gave her an 90.

At that my sister made a face of shock as her smile widened and she covered her mouth in shock. The crowd cheered and up next was Ne-Yo’s score.

He gave her an 89. Finally J-Lo’s score was a 92. When the scores rounded up together was 90.3. Her score shined up on the ceiling scoreboard and (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, poor sissy was even crying.

“Congratulations (Y/n) you made it to the Duels. How’s it feel?” the host asked as he held his microphone to her.

“It feel just—absolutely amazing. All three of you have been an inspiration to be in wanting to become a dancer and this just means so much to me. Thank you for letting me get this opportunity.”

“We can’t wait to see what you bring us, cause already little Miss, you’ve got the competitive edge. It better only get better from here on out.” Ne-Yo told her. She nodded and thanked the judges one last time before running off the stage.

As she came running towards us, I had to be the first one she saw. I cheered for her as I opened my arms out for her and she raced towards me before leaping right into my arms. I spun her around as the two of us laughing joyously.

“You did it kiddo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks to you Ben. I kept thinking about what you said, I dedicated my performance to you.” I felt myself tear up as I buried my face into her ponytailed hair.

“I would’ve been proud of you either way.” At this point the rest of the guys as well as our mum came up and congratulated her.

That night we celebrated her victory on making it to the next round of World of Dance. Drinks for me and the guys, we danced, sung some karaoke, and just partied all night long.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Return to me; John Deacon x Veronica Deacon

*Author’s note*

Now I know this doesn’t fit with today’s theme but I couldn’t wait 2 more days to finally release this beauty to the public, I literally CRIED writing this and I hope that you @eileen-crys think this is worthy of being in your special little give-a-way. After watching League of their own, the Pacific and reading another ww2 au John deacon fic this little baby was born. So I hope to all those who usually love my reader inserts will give this fic a chance :)

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*1943*

I don’t know how long it was going to continue. Every day I look forward to the letters I would receive overseas from the warfront. And it’s not like you can escape from it, all over the radio you can just hear it on the radio. Like now the radio was talking about the bombings continue to target at the heart of London. Thankfully John has taught me how to listen for the alarms and quickly get into the bomb shelter he had built for us.

I also wait anxiously for the mail to arrive because that means I know that my darling John is still alive and anxiously waiting to come home.

‘And the Germans continue to advance on the front lines, more fatalities continue to skyrocket on the Allied sides…..’ the radio suddenly turned off and that’s when I saw my mum holding my 3 year old son Robert.

“Do you think hearing all that is a good idea?”

“It’s not like I can escape it mum. Every day that’s all you hear is about the war.”

“I know love, I just—I just worry about you. Both of you.”

“I know you mean well mother, but I’m doing fine. Robert is still healthy and…..”

“And you’re barely sleeping because you’re up all night worrying about John. Believe me love I know how hard it was, I dealt with the same thing with your father in the first war. I don’t want to see you go down a dark road like I once did.”

“I’ll be fine mother, now it’s time for me to feed Robert his dinner and I think dad will need you home for supper.”

“If that is what you wish.” She said as she handed me my son back before walking out without saying another word. As I looked down at my son who had every ounce of his father in his face and hair, I held him close and kissed the top of his head as he cooed at me.

I was sitting in the living room watching Robert eat his sandwich when I heard a knock at the door. All of a sudden I felt my heart drop, was it them? Oh please god above please pray let it not be them. The officers who always deliver the death sentences to families, just last week my dearest friend Susan had received word that her twin brother had been killed in action.

I stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards the door. I unlocked it before opening it to reveal our mailman Jacob.

“Oh Jacob, it’s only you.”

“Relieved Mrs. Deacon?”

“You have no idea. Anything important today?”

“Just some letters from your school, some family members and—something from a certain Marine officer of yours.” I quickly took the mail from Jacob and looked through it till I found the letter I’ve been anxiously waiting for.

“Thank you Jacob.” I thanked him before closing the door. At that point I could hear Robert really starting to get fussy. I quickly raced back towards him and handed him his bottle while I quickly ripped up the note from my beloved John.

“Is it daddy?”

“I think so Robert dear, come sit by me and we can read it together.” He abandoned the remaining half of his sandwich and sat down close to me. Once I unfolded the letter I could see the stained dirt from it and the smudged ink from his messy handwriting, but to me it was clear as day.

My dearest, Veronica,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you and our son. He surely has gotten bigger since the last photograph you’ve sent me of him the day he was born. Every day it gets harder and harder to go on, ambushes and several other attacks go by non-stop.

I’ll spare you the gruesome details because you don’t deserve to know the horror’s I’ve been through. I only hope and pray to God that this war ends soon so that I can come home and help you raise our son. Is he healthy? Happy? Does he even know who I am? I hope you’re not telling him the embarrassing stories of when we first got together, wouldn’t want his father to be painted as a timid mouse now right?

I couldn’t help but smile at that comment.

I miss you both with all my heart, and I long for the day for us to finally be reunited once more. Take care and always know how much I love you both.

With all my love,

Corp. John Deacon

“Is daddy gonna come home soon?” Robert asked me. I looked down at him and tried to figure out how to answer him.

“Oh sweetie, he’s trying his best. He and a few of his friends are off fighting against some really bad people.”

“But I thought you always said violence was never the answer?”

“It shouldn’t but—sometimes people just do things their own way. But it takes brave men like your father to stand up for what’s right to try and make those bad guys see that what they believe isn’t right.”

“I wish I got to meet him.” I stroked through his auburn hair and said.

“I know honey, I do too. But just know your daddy loves you soo much and that he’s gonna try to find a way to come back home to us.”

“Okay. Can I see the picture of him again?” I smiled lovingly at him and said.

“Of course, I’ll show you all the pictures you want.” I went up to the bookshelf and grabbed the family photo album and I showed Robert all the pictures John and I took from every date, every picnic, and even the wedding pictures. Going through each picture made my heart ache and sink down to my stomach, as well as form a lump in my throat. But seeing Robert be fully invested in seeing his father, even through photograph, filled me with some warmth.

Later that evening, I tucked Robert into bed and I kissed him goodnight before finally going downstairs to write my letter to John to be delivered in the morning. I poured my heart and soul into the letter, even allowed a few tears to fall onto the paper. I squirted a bit of my perfume onto the paper so that John could remember something from home, even being a thousand miles away.

After completing the letter, I placed it into the envelope, sealed it and stamped it before writing the address to where my beloved was stationed. I kept it on the desk so that I could grab it first thing in the morning. I turned the desk light off before heading back upstairs and once again slept in the empty bed. I hugged John’s pillow and held it close to me.

Even though his scent was long gone, I still could remember it by heart. I allowed a few tears to slip down my face as I whispered John’s name over and over before I finally fell asleep.

*John’s POV*

This place was a literal hell. Intense humidity, bug literally biting you day and night, and nothing but the stench of gunpowder and death staining the air. I was cleaning out my rifle when the messenger came by.

“Alright ladies, letters from home! Come and get your mail here!” he passed by each Marine one by one before finally getting to me. “Here you are Corporal.”

“Thank you.” I took the letters from him and I skimmed through them till I found the familiar elegant writing that was my Veronica. I opened the envelope and the first thing I was hit with was the scent of her perfume. Oh my Ronnie, always knowing just how to bring me back to sanity.

My beloved John,

It seems like an eternity and the days get much harder the longer you’re away. Your letters are the only thing that give me hope that you’re still alive, but the fear of one day hearing your death breaks my heart.

Oh Ronnie.

I was told just last week that Susan lost her twin brother out in Germany, with more news coming to people that I know losing their family member or husband, I fear one day it’ll happen to me. I must sound dramatic or hysterical but…..

I noticed a drop of water on the letter.

“Oh Veronica, my sweet, dear Veronica.”

“A letter from the missus?” I looked up to see my three good friends from my unity, Private 1st class Freddie Mercury, Corporal Roger Taylor and Lance Corporal Brian May.

“You gonna swipe the letter away this time Taylor?”

“Nope, not this time.” Roger spoke as he sat himself down beside me.

“How’s she been?” asked Brian.

“Seems much harder than last time. Been getting news all around her from people she knows about their losses. Just last week her old sorority sister Susan lost her twin brother to the Germans.”

“Fucking Nazis.” Hissed Freddie.

“I think I’d take a Nazi over a Jap any day, these guys keep coming up like roaches.” Roger said as he lit up his smoke. I went back down to read her letter.

I just miss you so much my beloved. And don’t you dare say you miss me more because that’s highly impossible, at least you know my life is the same routine.

I couldn’t help but grin.

Robert talks about you a lot, he’s really asking all the questions now a days. Like today, he wanted to see pictures of you and began asking questions of how we met, how I knew you were the one for me, and about the day you asked me to marry you. He’s like you in so many ways John, not just through your looks but your personality too. Heck he even has the same interest in cars as you do.

Please come back to us my love, I long for the day for you to finally meet your son. And I wish to hold you once more before it’s nothing but a faint memory.

All my love my beloved and strong Marine,

Veronica Deacon

God it warmed my heart to see her sign off with my last name. Sometimes she still uses her maiden name for some things, but each letter she writes, she always uses my name.

“What’s got you all smiling? She promise to give you an epic shag when you return?”

“Shut up Roger!” Brian spoke for me.

“Children please, we can all murder each other but then who’d be left to fight this war?”

“They’ve got plenty of soldiers to spare. To them, we’re disposable.” Roger sneered.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” Roger shrugged.

“For once I kinda agree with Roger.” I spoke. They turned towards me and I continued, “Thousands of us die each day, and tomorrow could be our last. Yet we keep pushing and pushing but the enemy keeps pushing back. An endless tug of war between one another till all on the opposing side is dead.”

“You sure you graduated with an electrical engineering degree Deacon?” mocked Taylor. I turned towards him and his grin disappeared before I sighed heavily.

“I already had to miss out on the birth of my son. I missed his first steps, his first words. The only time I get to see him is through a photograph. He’s gonna be four pretty soon in the next few months, and already he’s asking questions.”

“Be thankful that he is Deacy. Some of these motherfuckers don’t even know if they have kids yet, or their kids don’t know about them.” Freddie said.

“I just wish to be back home. Teaching my son how to play catch, how to ride a bike, even how to fix a car. But instead I’m stuck here fearing that today maybe my last day. And what if one day he starts asking Veronica why I left him?”

“That’ll never happen. Now you listen here Deacy dear. Veronica loves you too much to allow that to happen. You boy’s finally interested in you, you’ve got a clever girl for a wife who will gladly tell your son everything he needs to know. And if he does ask that, then she knows to tell him that his daddy is being a superhero right now fighting off the bad guys. And don’t you fucking dare say that today’s gonna be your last day! Cause if it’s yours, then it’s ours too.” Freddie said as he forced me to look at him.

“He’s right. We all made a pact once we started to get to know each other, that we’re all in this together. And you proved that John when you came in and stopped a Jap sniper from ending my life as I was leading a patrol team through the Jap barracks.” Brian said.

“Or when I threw the grenade into a hidden bunker as you ran to Brian’s aid.” Roger added as he exhaled his smoke like a chimney.

“And of course my darling you can’t forget when I saved all your arses back in Okinawa with the midnight ambush. Without my missiles none of you would be alive.” Freddie bragged. The corner of my mouth slowly went up in a half-grin and I said.

“You’re right guys, sorry I went off on that rant there.”

“We get it John. Because we all have families back home, not just our parents but wives, girlfriends or fiancés back home who need us alive.” Brian said as he clamped his hand on my shoulder.

“ALRIGHT LADIES! We’re moving out 20 miles East! Pack your bags and move out!” the commanding officer proclaimed.

“Alright my dears, let’s get a move on.” Freddie said as he grabbed his pack and walked on ahead. I placed the letter into my journal before stuffing it into my uniform inner-breast pocket. I grabbed my bag and tried to think about what to write back to Veronica once we got to our next station.

*1st POV*

Five months later and the school year was just about to end. All my friends and co-workers were gathered in the teacher’s lounge for one last big shebang before the summer holidays came into play.

“So what have you got planned today Stacy?” asked Emily, the Year 3 instructor asked.

“Well the last letter I received from Billy said that his enlistment is almost expired so once it does, he’ll be free to return home. The first thing I’m gonna do when that man pulls in from the train station is hug and kiss that man like there’s no tomorrow.” Replied Stacy, who taught the same year I did. In fact we were right across the room from each other so we talked pretty much every morning as the kids all came into the classroom.

“What about you Emily?” I asked.

“Well with the boys away at their grandfather’s out into the country, the nest is completely empty. So I might go over there and visit them for a while.”

“It’ll be nice to get out of the city from all the chaos that’s been happening.” Said Stacy.

“And what about you Veronica? Any big summer plans?”

“No idea. John was…..” I trailed off sadly as I looked down. Stacy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “He was always the better planner than I was. That man even planned out our entire wedding.”

“Man I wish my Henry was like your Johnny D.”

“I only just hope Robert gets the chance to have a father.” I said solemnly.

“Hey have any of you talked to Susan?” asked Emily.

“I’ve been trying to reach out to her but she’s ignored my calls. Thankfully her husband has been there to help her out.” I said.

“Yeah, thank god for Tony. God her and Peter were as thick as thieves, even when we were kids.” Emily said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The principal opened the door and that’s when a man dressed in military uniform came in and he said.

“Afternoon, I come with an urgent telegram for one of these ladies from the War department.” At that point all of us went quiet.

“Oh god not another one.” I muttered as I slowly sat down and held my hand to my mouth.

“Now I’m sure I had the name here somewhere—I personally wanted to deliver this in person, tell you that your husband’s dead.” The messenger continued to speak as he tried to find the name of one of us. “Damnit all, I guess I must’ve misplaced it, I’ll need to go back and track the name down again.”

“That won’t be necessary son, give it to me.” Mr. Lee, our principal spoke for all of us.

“I’m sorry sir but this is official business, I can’t just give someone out of this telegram the message.”

“Just give me the damn telegram son and be on your way!” Mr. Lee snapped. When the officer refused to give it up, Mr. Lee took it by force before finally shoving the officer out of the lounge and slamming the door shut. Stacy and I took hold of each other’s hands as Mr. Lee opened the letter and read through it.

He spoke not a word as he looked at us all sadly and walked by each of us one by one. At first he would stop in front of a teacher and we’d think it was for them before he moved on. Soon he came up to Stacy and I. His old eyes brimmed with tears as he finally said as he held out the telegram.

“I’m sorry Stacy.”

“NOO! BILLY!!” she screamed as she collapsed to her knees clutching the telegram. I knelt down beside her along with Emily, Mikaela and Donna as we all tried to comfort her. She sobbed out Billy’s name. I rubbed her shoulders and rested her head against my shoulder.

Mr. Lee, who was like a father to all of us, helped Stacy up onto her feet and embraced her tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay Stacy.” He comforted her with soothing rubs onto her back and allowing her to sob into his shoulder. It was then Mrs. Kowalski who ran the front desk in the office came up and the two of them guided Stacy out. Her sobs of Billy’s name echoed throughout the halls.

Ohh poor Stacy, she’ll never be over this. To think she almost had the chance of having her fiancée soon become her husband, and the two of them could finally be wedded in holy matrimony. But now she has to plan on being a widow, like so many other women have to be now, and the sad thing is she barely got the chance to call Billy her husband,

I fear that after this she may never want to get married again cause she’ll relive this event over and over again.

After that whole situation, we were all allowed to be let out early, teachers and students included all got to go home and start the summer holiday early. While I was cleaning up the house before I would have to go pick Robert up from my mum’s place, I couldn’t help but think back to Stacy. God just—why did something like that have to happen to her? She didn’t deserve this, we all didn’t deserve this. Why did one man have to go ruining it for all of us? So many deaths and for what?

Just what is this war really about? Please someone tell me that!

As I put the plates and glasses back into the cabinet, I wiped away a tear before closing the cabinet. That’s when I saw it. The reflection of someone standing behind me, but the face was no stranger. I quickly turned around and I swear if I did have a plate or glass, I would’ve dropped it right there on the spot.

For right there standing before me with a bandaged leg and leaning against a crutch, in full Marine uniform was my husband, John Richard Deacon.

He smiled softly at me and I just took in his appearance. His once long flowing hair was now cut so short that you could only see it from the sides and behind him. He even appeared taller and much more fit than when I last saw him. But the battered leg made my heart sink in fear.

Slowly I walked right up to him thinking this was just a dream. When I finally stood before him, I slowly lifted my hand up towards his cheek but was too afraid to touch him, fearing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me. That if I should touch him, he’d just fade away like the cherry blossom petals in the spring.

It was then John took my hand in his, his hands now calloused and rough but still had that gentleness to them, and he placed it onto his cheek. He smiled at me and I immediately hugged him as I began sobbing hysterically.

“Shhhh, shh. I’m here Ronnie. I’ve come back, just like I promised.” I pulled away to finally give him all the kisses I had been longing for. The deep, passionate, long-awaited type kisses. The kisses that almost make you want to devour the person not out of passionate hunger, but passionate longing.

“You’re back…..y—you really came back, Oh John you’re here, you’re really, truly back!” I sobbed through my kisses. But through our reunion kiss, I heard him groan in pain. “Oh god John here, sit down.” I guided him towards the living room and set him down on the couch and tried to make him feel as comfy as possible. “What happened to you John?”

“Ambush. The Japs planted several trip-wires through the perimeters of their base, one of the boys in my platoon triggered it and I was lucky to escape with this. They tried to fix my leg but it was beyond what they could do, so they discharged me and got me better care for it than what I would’ve had out in the Pacific.”

“Oh John I—I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry this happened to you.”

“Better my leg than my life. I did promise the most beautiful girl in London that I’d come back to her.” He said as he stroked under my chin. I laughed through my tears and leaned down to kiss him again. His hands went through my hair as our kiss deepened, before I went back to hugging him.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again John Richard Deacon.”

“I promise Veronica, I’m here to stay for good. I’ve never been more happy than being right here at home.” The tears continued to fall down my eyes as I buried my face into his neck. “Shhh, I’m here love. I’m gonna be okay. Cause now I’ve got the best nurse to look after me.” I laughed and separated from him.

“I would assume so, but I do expect payment from you soldier.”

“Oh yeah? And what payment would you like to receive?” I didn’t reply as I leaned down and softly captured his lips with mine. I softly hummed as his hand softly and gingerly stroked through up my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I think we can arrange that.” He hummed out.

And that’s how it was. I called my mother to bring Robert home herself because I had a special surprise for him that couldn’t be left alone at the moment. So within 15 minutes, my mother arrived with Robert and I thanked her for watching him for the day and that I would be over there for supper in a few days. After Robert said goodbye to ‘mums’ I brought him inside.

“Now Robert, love. There’s—someone very special in the living room that I would like you to meet.”

“Who is it mummy?” he asked.

“You’ll see love. Now he’ll look a little different and you’ll have to be very gentle with him because he got injured very, very badly. Are you ready to meet him?” he nodded and that’s when I picked him up and took him to the living room. When John finally laid eyes on Robert, it was like his whole world had changed. His eyes that were tired and almost soulless now suddenly lit up.

I set Robert down and he shyly hid behind my dress when I said to him.

“It’s okay Robert, no need to be afraid. Robert love, this is your father John Richard Deacon. John, this is your son Robert.” Robert peeked out from behind my dress while John slowly rose up against the couch and tried to sit up. Robert slowly came out from behind me and he walked up to John and just looked at him.

“You’re hair’s not long.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth which made both John and I laugh softly.

“Afraid so bud, they force you to cut your hair so that way you don’t get caught on things. Hope you don’t mind it though.” Robert walked closer to him before raising his arms up wanting to be picked up, which John happily obliged and placed our son on top of his uninjured leg. Robert touched his father’s cheek before saying.

“I like it short.” John smiled happily and said.

“Then I’ll keep it short for you pal.” Robert smiled before finally embracing his dad for the first time ever. John was stunned at feeling this tiny person hug him but almost immediately he wrapped his arms around his son and held him close as well as burying his nose into his son’s hair, breathing in his scent.

I couldn’t help but tear up at this beautiful sight. My two boys meeting each other at last.

“Shall we let mummy in the group hug?” I heard John say to Robert softly.

“Mm-hmm! Yeah mummy join us!” Robert exclaimed with an enthusiastic nod. I smiled and said.

“Well if that’s what my boys want.” I then sat by the couch next to John and the two of us cuddled close to each other but I was cautious of his injuries. Soon it was a cuddle party between the three of us as we held Robert in between us, and I buried myself into John’s body trying to reclaim the warmth and love that I had lost while he was away.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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The cat tamer; Freddie Mercury x reader

*Author’s note*

And here we are my darlings, the second fate you might have chosen from the intro. And a little BTS for this story, I originally was going to make Freddie the ringleader but the more I thought about lion tamers and cat performances, the more I kept going back to Freddie. Okay so as stated before NO HAPPY ENDING HERE.

Warnings: Voodoo magic, some violence, a bit graphic (not extremely but some graphic scenes), a bit of swearing.

Intro to series

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You’ve always had a fascination with the big cats. Lions, leopards, tigers, cougars, you name it. So it was only fitting to see if you could have a personal one on one talk with the cat tamer who somehow managed to wrestle a full grown male lion and not get ripped a part. Or force a tiger to be mounted and then jump through a fiery hoop.

So heading backstage, you could hear the roars of the tigers just shake you to your very core. But you can’t help yourself. You pull back the flap and soon enough hundreds upon hundreds of ages filled with every bog cat in the show were all pacing back and forth roaring and growling at each other.

Then finally you saw him. He stood by the cage of a lion and lioness. The lion was sitting down looking like he was taking a rest while the lioness was up along the cage and the cat tamer was stroking her while softly praising her.

“Ohh that’s my darling girl. You were phenomenal out there darling, yes you were. Now don’t be cross you were the true star of the show. Yes you were.” Wow, if you didn’t know any better it’s like he could tell exactly what she was saying from her huffing and low growls.

“Excuse me?” you ask him. He turns to look at you and says.

“Well, well a secret groupie I figured? Come for Roger, he’s over by the pool.” He said.

“Uhh no actually I uhh—I’ve come to…..meet you.”

“Me? Really?” he asked amazed. You nod confirming your statement from earlier. “Wow, usually when people pass by here, it’s usually to find old blondie. Bastard gets all the pretty girls to himself. But lucky for me I’ve got my lovely darlings right here for company.”

“I can tell you share a strong bond with each of them. It was—unbelievable out there. I mean I’ve seen big cat acts before but none like what you’ve done.”

“Thank you darling, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He said with a grin. “Oh silly me where are my manners?” he draped the whip along his hip and said, “The name’s Freddie, Freddie Mercury.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).” you introduce yourself as you hold out your hand for him to shake. He does take it but by surprise, he leans in and kisses both of your cheeks.

“Rule one about me (y/n) dear, I’m overly affectionate like my children here. Hugs and kisses, handshakes are too formal form me.”

“Ohh I see. Mr.—”

“Oh no, no, no. Freddie please, dear. Mr. Mercury makes me sound so old.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no it’s alright.”

“Anyways I—wanted to ask. Just how long have you been doing this?”

“The circus or the cat taming?”

“Well both if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but please let’s sit down. I’ve been on my feet all day and these shoes are fucking killing me!” You couldn’t help but smile. He seemed charming and funny and you won’t deny that he was pretty handsome.

That exotic physical look that made him look like he was from India or at least a part of it. That long raven black hair that reached just before his shoulders, those enticing eyes, and the overbite was very noticeable but it suited him.

“Ahhh that’s better.” He said finally sitting down along one of the crates. “God I keep demanding to Reid to get me new shoes but the bugger never listens.” He whined to himself. “Oh sorry darling got a bit sidetracked there, okay so for your questions; well I’ve been with the circus pretty much since it started. In fact I kinda organized the whole thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, in fact I was the ringleader before Reid came along and wanted to manage us. After he signed up, I focused back onto my true hobby.” It was then he gestured towards all the big cats.

“And how long have you been the cat tamer.”

“Hmm let’s see Johnny boy came to us at around 69 so—about six years ago.”

“Six years?!” You exclaimed.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Oh no, no, no it’s just—usually cat tamers I’ve seen said that they had over 10 to 20 years of experience.”

“Those old farts. That’s because they don’t get the cats like I do. They treat them like show ponies at a rodeo. Forcing them to do tricks they won’t do, over disciplining them like they’re dogs. It sickens me to my core of what they call training, I can it manipulation.”

“Wow I—I never thought of it like that.”

“Oh now I don’t mean to make you sad (y/n) darling.”

“No, no you didn’t. It’s just. My whole life I’ve always loved big cats. They’re so powerful and fierce, but when it comes to putting them in animals acts such as these, I just thought tamers would respect them. But it seems like I was wrong.”

“Well you’re not entirely wrong dear. I respect them.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. “I treat my darlings with respect and awe. I understand them, and they understand me.”

“They’re lucky to have you Freddie.”

“If anything I’m lucky to have them. Would—you like to meet them?”

“I’d love to.” He clapped his hands once in rejoice before standing up and taking your hands in his.

“Then let’s go!” and then off you went back towards the cat cages.

As you walk along the cages Freddie introduces you to each of his cats one by one.

“The two leopard twins over there are Tom and Jerry.”

“Let me guess, you named them after the cartoon characters?”

“The very same darling. The male cougar there is Goliath, and the female is Tiffany. The black panther there is Romeo.”

“Tall, dark and handsome isn’t he?”

“Indeed. Exactly why I named him that. The tigers over there, that one’s Oscar, the female is Lilly. Spoilt thing that girl is. Been my running star out of all my tigers. And the other female is Tiffany. You see the scar above her eye?”

“Yeah.”

“Well she and Lilly got into a squabble one year to see who would be top tigress. And well—they’ve been best friends ever since.”

“Awww.”

“But here are the prized stars out of my entire show. My lions. Been with me since the beginning of my cat taming career.”

“You know I think out of all the big cats I’ve always admired lions the most.”

“I know. So regal and powerful. But softies at heart. The dark maned one is Jim, and the light maned one is Roger. Named after the bastard I mentioned before. Wouldn’t stop till I named one of my cats after him, he specifically requested I’d have a lion named after him. And this beautiful girl is the love of my life, Mary. She’s been my most loyal cat in all my shows.”

“Oh she’s beautiful.” You awed at her. He whistled for her and she turned around and came right up to the cage.

“Hello my love.” Freddie praised. Mary let out a few bellows as she rubbed herself against the cage. “You can pet her if you’d like.”

“Oh I don’t know Freddie.” You say wearily.

“Oh come on. Live your dream. She is a sweet girl. And I’ll be right here in case anything goes wrong. Be thankful you’re not meeting Trixie the cougar. She’s a tricky minx that one.” You look at him anxiously. “It’s alright darling. Take a few deep breaths with me.”

He takes in a couple deep breaths showing you what to do before you finally decide to join him. After relaxing a bit, he takes your hand and presses it towards the cage.

“Now, palm out. She’s gonna give you a sniff but that’s normal. That’s her way of saying ‘can I trust you?’” You both look and watch as Mary comes up to your hand and gives it a sniff.

Feeling her whiskers and cold nose pressing against your palm made you both fearful but yet made you want to laugh cause of the whiskers tickling against your palm.

She then lets out a warm huff before rubbing her head against your palm and rubbing it along the cage, wanting to be petted.

“See? I told you she was an angel.”

“She is.” You say. Wow if you had gon back in time and told your five year old self that you’d be petting a real live lion, she would’ve thought you were crazy and laughed at you.

“She likes you.”

“Well is it bad to say that I like her too?”

“Not at all. Want to see an up close and private performance?”

“Can you do that?”

“I’m the previous ringleader my dear, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” You softly giggle and say.

“What the hell it’d be awesome to see a private showing.”

“Then follow me to the ring my dear!” He once again takes your hand and guides you back towards the ring.

He has you sit down in the front row before racing back up to the center of the ring.

“Thank you! Thank you and good evening everybody!” he proclaims loud for all to hear. You couldn’t help but clap along and cheer. “Ahh it looks spooky in here tonight my darlings. In fact I think I’ve some of you beautiful people here before.” He says pointing to you. “Okay my darlings, tonight I would like to feature an act that has never been attempted by any other cat tamer in the world. But first, how would you all like to meet my beauties?”

You let out a loud yes and Freddie chuckles before stating.

“Then…..release the cats from Hell!” Soon enough the cage entrance from before opened once again and soon all the cats came running out. I clapped and whistled as loud as I could and watched as Freddie began to arrange his cats.

Now knowing that he was the first ringleader, he definitely showed the movements of being probably the greatest showman on Earth. The way he guided his babies across the ring, had them leap over podiums, or had them standing on their hind legs. I applauded and Freddie said with a bow.

“Thank you! Thank you dears. Now then; I would like to ask a lovely member of the audience to come down to the ring for this next act.” He looked around, almost like he was imagining a ring filled with people. So I slowly raised my hand and Freddie pointed at me. “You, the lovely darling with the lovely jumper and cute purse.”

You shake your head at him playfully and stood up and walked down the couple of steps and jogged up towards the center of the ring.

“What’s your name my darling?” You look at him and whisper.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes now c’mon use your imagination darling.” Sighing you gave in and said.

“(Y/n).”

“Lovely name (y/n). Now then my lovely assistant (y/n) shall become part of an act that has never once been performed on any circus ring. My lovely darling I ask you to just stand here for one second,” he guiding you over towards a chair that he had pulled up.

Taking out the whip, he whipped it down to the ground and called out for Jim, Roger and Oscar to come forward. The two male lions and tiger came forward and stood in a single file line of each other.

“Come right over here my darling,” he held out his hand for you to take. You place your hand in his as he guides you over towards the three big cats. “Ladies and gentlemen; my lovely darlings and dears! My lovely assistant shall now lay across these three magnificent creatures!” Wait what now?! He takes you over towards Roger who was on at the bottom and he came in front of you.

“Freddie I—I don’t know if this is okay.”

“Just trust me darling, I’ve got you.” He picked you up bridal style and waited for your respond.

“You promise?” You asked nervously.

“I swear it dear.” You softly groan but knew you couldn’t persuade him out of this. So you nodded giving him your permission.

It was then he had your legs draped across Roger’s back. You feel your lower back touching the top of Roger’s head, his mane lightly tickling the bare skin that was exposed from your jumper from being slightly pushed up. Then you feel your upper half go across Oscar, your head stopping right up against his.

It was then Freddie came up and took both of your wrists and slowly raised them up so that they ended up going onto Jim’s back hips.

He smiles down at you and nodds assuringly that you were doing great.

After about a minute, he slowly released your wrists and backed away allowing you to be completely balanced on top of three huge cats.

He applauded before he quickly came up and picked you up bridal style spinning me around which caused Jim, Roger and Oscar to break the single file line and boast out roaring.

“Oh darling you were fantastic!”

“God did I really just do that?!”

“Yes you did, you were amazing! You sure you haven’t done show business before?”

“Never.”

“Oh I surely don’t believe that!” he boasted before kissing your cheek again.

For the rest of the night the two of you just talked with each other till you looked down at your watch and saw that it was almost midnight.

“Ahh man I gotta get home. I promised my roommate that I’d be home by at least 11.”

“Must you go already? We were having such fun.” He whined with a pout.

“I’m sorry Freddie. Maybe if you come around again we could hang out, or maybe you can call me from the road?”

“That might be a possibility.” You smiled and gave him your number and with a final two cheek kiss goodbye, you grabbed your bag and headed on out.

After finally arriving back home and your roommate throwing a fit for being late, you explain to them why you were late after having such a good time with the cat tamer. After telling her he was cute, she brushed it off and she wanted every detail from that ‘date’.

You flip her off and tell her your too tired to explain but you would tell her in the morning. So after doing your nightly routines and getting dressed into your pajamas, you finally lay down on your bed and fall fast asleep pulling your sleep mask over your eyes.

You feel this sudden cold chill brush up against you. Shivering you begin to wake up, thinking you probably lost your covers you tried to reach out and grab them, only to find you can’t move your arms.

You become slightly more alert that your arms are in fact paralyzed but it’s when you try to move your legs that you find out you’re completely immobile. And with your sleep mask still on, you think you’re in some sort of sleep paralysis.

Panicking you grunt as you try to struggle and that’s when you hear a very familiar voice say.

“Now, now my lovely darling. No need to panic.”

“F-Freddie?” you asked in shock.

“The one and only darling? Who else were you expecting Elton John?”

“Freddie what’s going on? Where am I? Is this a nightmare?”

“See that’s always the question on everyone’s mind. Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy?”

“Freddie enough games tell me where am I?” he took your sleep mask off and you see that you’re currently in some sort of dark cave with torches as the only source of light. You also saw a statue that sorta resembled a cat-human hybrid of some kind.

Echoing through the cave you can hear the roars of Freddie’s cats. He walked up and you can hear the clanking of chains and soon coming from above, moonlight comes down and you see some sort of sun dial or probably in this case a moon dial.

Freddie who is kneeling in front of you strokes a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look frightened darling. Why?”

“Why do you think? How the hell did I get here?”

“I found you sleepwalking darling. For whatever reason you ended up coming along the very archway that leads back to the circus. Taking pity on you in this cold night, I brought you here to this shelter because we’ve already packed everything away.”

“Bull. Shit! I’ve never had a case of sleep walking in my life. You’re lying to me Freddie!” He sighed and said in an ominously dark tone.

“Guess you’re smarter than the previous tributes. But that’s what’ll make you valuable.”

“What do you mean?” you struggle through your invisible binds. God why couldn’t you move? There was no rope, zip ties, not even chains, all you could feel was just cold air.

It was then he holds up a wax doll that looks exactly like you down to the last detail. But it wasn’t until you notice that there are about four strands of loose hair stuck on top of your wax doll’s head. You then realize what’s going on.

“A voodoo doll?”

“So you do know your dark magic. Got the magic wax from a fell coworker here. Works every time. You do have some soft hair my darling. However whatever shampoo you use, makes you lose it very easily.” He stands up and presents the doll to the statue which held a burning torch before walking right up to the moon dial.

“The Harvest moon will soon reach the midnight point on this moon dial. And then the ceremony can begin.”

“What ceremony?!” I demanded.

“You remember when I said that I was the oldest act of the circus?” he said turning back towards me. Hesitantly you nod and that’s when Freddie continues, “Well I meant it. Both figuratively…..and literally. In fact over 200 years I’ve been doing this.” He chuckled almost sinisterly.

And that’s when something horrifying happened.

Freddie scrunched up his face as it slowly began to morph into a cat-like face. His ears grew to a point, canine teeth began to grow and his once friendly, warm eyes were now cold and piercing gold just like a cat’s eye, and his black nails began to grow into claws.

He let out a cougar like roar as he bared his teeth at you. You let out a horrified gasp as you try to phase through the wall but it was useless.

“Wha-wha-what are you going to do to me?” you ask terrified, your voice trembling in fear.

“It’s simple darling, every harvest moon I need to pass on my DNA to willing tributes who come to see me. To keep the show going on.” He says as he walks back over to you and stands over you.

Oh god was he—he wasn’t planning on….. “Now don’t go thinking me a barbarian darling. I don’t rape women, or men. But by using my curse with either a scratch, a bite, or using my own kind of magic, they become well—a part of me I think the saying goes.”

“Wait so—your cats. All those names…..they were once people?”

“Very clever darling. You’ll make a fine performer in Santa Monica.” He says as he cups your chin. You could feel his claw-like nail softly stroke under your chin.

Your lip trembles as you plead and pray to not feel him scratch you deeply. You had to figure a way out of here.

“There’s no escape darling. So long as your wax doll is bound you’re not going anywhere.” The moon’s rays seem to grow brighter and Freddie let’s out a roar before standing back up and turning his back to me.

Portions of his shirt rips apart as his tanned arms now become brown fur, his nails sharpened till they became longer and harder like bear claws. His face becomes more cat-like and his teeth sharpen themselves even more. His feet became were-cat paws and a tail grows out of him.

He turned back towards you and throws back his head as he roars. Seeing him now become this full fledge monster you let out the loudest, most horrifying scream you had in you hoping that someone would hear you. As he comes towards you, you lean away and began rolling away as he pounced to where you just sat.

He hisses and gets down on his hands in a true cat-like crouch growling and twitching his tail. His fangs baring out and with the overbite it made them even more terrifying to look at him.

You see your voodoo doll and quickly roll towards the podium but you feel Freddie pounce on you. He forces you onto your back pining you down by your shoulders. But you’re not going down without a fight.

As best you could, you double kick him in the gut sending him away from you. You’re just about to reach the podium where your wax doll was at so you crawl towards it before spinning around and tried to kick your doll down towards you.

But Freddie gets back up and immediately pounces on you again, the two of you rolling around till he has you pinned again, this time on your stomach. You try to fight and struggle to get free of him but it’s futile.

“Now, now darling. I thought you said you always wanted to be a lion? Now you get to experience it.” His voice once warm and filled with friendliness was now low and murderous like a demon, but somehow it still held that soft quality.

“No, no Freddie please. Please I beg you please have mercy!” you plead hoping that he wouldn’t go through with it. He pins your shoulders down to ensure you can’t struggle.

You then feel this numbness overcome you. Your will to fight is suddenly snatched away as you just let out this long, dragging moan as your strength is taken from you. Allowing Freddie to sink his teeth right into your neck.

*3rd Person POV*

Santa Monica, it was like any other circus performance. Freddie stood before the ring in his uniform and he proclaimed.

“Now then my lovely darlings. I would like to present to you the newest member of my little pride. She’s one of the most cleverest lionesses I’ve ever had to train, I present to you…..(y/n)!”

A cage soon rose up from the ground and pacing around in it was a large lioness. She was lean but had strong muscles and she roared in her cage as the bars slowly lowered.

“Isn’t she beautiful my darlings? My newest addition and I can’t wait to show you all what she can do.” Freddie smirked as he looked at the lioness that came running right towards Freddie, almost with the intent to attack.

But Freddie ducked at the last second as apart of the act because Jim once did the same thing his first performance. The crowd were all in shock but applauded thinking it was all apart of the act. Freddie took out his whip and stared (y/n) down.

“Let’s show them what you got my darling. The show must go on after all.” As Freddie spoke that, she only let out a fearsome roar that would send shivers down your spine as she kept baring her four canine teeth.

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